So I Was Listening To A Song Called Lagtrain By Inabakumori Yesterday (It's A Wonderful Song, You Can

I think I finally learned how to Tumblr correctly! Only took uhhh...However many years I've been lurking on here..!

Just gotta bully my anxiety into a corner and show artists how much I appreciate what they make! It really helps if it's about something I'm currently obsessing over (Jee I wonder what that is right now djhfkg)

Maybe I should post more on here too, but that's a whole other level of nervousness,, But we'll see!

Hey, so I'm trying something a little different! (Now that it's set up)

I've beaten Metaphor: Refantazio recently (like a couple weeks ago) and I have an OC, so I made a little RP sideblog for her! Any and all likes are gonna be coming from me, so just a forewarning for that lol.

If anyone wants to see it, or interact, you'll find her at Myra-the-ishkia, so feel free to take a peek!

<3

There was a small giggle in light of the Paripus’ long winded sigh of acceptance. She couldn’t help it.

“Thank you.” Myra said with a soft smile, though another giggle nearly slipped past her defenses. “And I won’t send you to bed unless it’s absolutely necessary, I promise.” She placed a hand over her heart, as if it were some Healer’s honor. “If you’ve gotten proper care, then this shouldn’t be more than a couple minutes, I’m sure.”

Next was to answer the question of where to do this inspection. "Um..." And with that came a pause, as she mulled over the options.  There weren’t too many places without eyes on the skyrunner, and getting the soldiers to leave a room would be more hassle than it’s worth. She’d have an easier time wrestling a Kokasados. 

The Ishkia debated on moving to the medical room, but…There likely were other people in there, too. Ugh, they’re everywhere..

Lifting a hand up to rub the back of her neck, Myra let out a sigh of her own. “If you want the least amount of eyes…One of our quarters would be the safest bet.” She suggested with a slight awkwardness to her tone. So long as no one sees them, it should be fine..! No possible rumors, surely.

@myra-the-ishkia continued from ( x )

A long sigh escaped the paripus upon realizing this was a battle he wasn't going to win. Even if he did get past her now, she knew where his quarters were, and would likely be able to sway Basilio onto her side.

In hindsight, Fidelio should have figured word of his injury would reach her with the brothers' return to the Charidus. Though that also likely meant the rest of the ship's inhabitants also had gotten word. Great.

❝Fine . . . Ya can take a look, bu' I've already had plenty of care. An' don't ya go suggesting bedrest or I'm gonna lose me bloody mind.❞ A hand came to rest on his hip as his tail swayed behind him. ❝Where are we doin' this then? I'd rather i' be somewhere with less pryin' eyes.❞

Two (technically one) OFF monster sprite commissions I got today ;w;

First for @sunset-hourglass and the second for @doughguts-art

Thank you again for helping me out <3<3

The Ishkia gave a quick nod once she was given instruction. “Got it, I can do that.” Once the bag was freed from his shoulders she gingerly grabbed it, bringing it closer as she pulled open the flap on top.

It would take her a bit to find what she was told. Not because of Myra being clueless of what to look for. More so because she wasn't flat out digging for it, instead moving things around inside the bag to make room to look further in.

Thankfully it wasn't too hard to find the much larger shirt, plucking it out of the bag's confines and making relatively quick work of the buttons. Ha, they were still flower shaped.

Once the shirt was opened and ready, she turned to face Fidelio. And she froze, but only for a moment.

She had seen injuries before, and scars, many times. Being a healer meant having to. But she didn't expect to see so many on him...She didn't dare ask right now, it wasn't a good time.

And that one on his chest, which pulled her gaze in like a magnet…While she wasn't the one to make it, that scar and any pain he felt during the healing process- or any he felt now by the look of it- that was her's. A stinging reminder that, even though she did bring him back…She caused a lot of pain, simply because she was a coward.

Now wasn't the time for that. She ripped her eyes away, bringing them to look at his own as she tried to keep focused. Her hands darting out to float close by as he stood up, just in case. And only once he was fully up did she do the same, using her leg as a brace. “O-Okay, no problem.. I'm ready.”

Well he wasn't wrong. Even though Myra couldn't vocally deny his logic, she kept shambling forth with a frustrated grumble. To her, it was a ‘damned if you, damned if you don't' situation. Cursed to draw attention and run risks no matter how she did it. Every option coming up a dead end.

Though it didn't help that she couldn't think straight either. Her exhausted mind simply dead set on getting him somewhere safe, no matter what became of her. 

 But upon the Paripus speaking again, her gaze did shift from the trek ahead to him. Her head tilted slightly as she listened to the new course of action. “I see..” 

She hadn’t even thought about the idea of leaving when Lord Louis was thought dead… Though Myra didn’t blame the two for preparing to get out of there after that. It would’ve felt hollow on the Charadrius without them, but they’d have been better off elsewhere.

...No wonder their room felt emptier.

Her eyes flicked to his bag, then to his body as she forced her brain to think it over. It was a compromise; keeping him discreet, while keeping her from having to ditch him for the night. He was right, too, and he’d be more recognized than her anyhow. 

Finally her march forward stopped, and she nodded. “Okay…Let’s do it.”

She knew trying to do all of that while holding him would be a nightmare. So she slowly, and as carefully as she could, dropped back to the ground in a one-knee kneel. Setting him down shortly after to let him rest against a tree. Then she blinked at him, hands hovering. “Um…How much am I allowed to do?” Despite the circumstances, she didn’t want to reach where she shouldn’t, be it his shirt or anything else.

Have some Opposite Sides Of The Age Specter Allies doodles

figured it was about that time again hehe

yume(taphor refantazio) feat. my metaphor ishkia oc Maeve and her cat dog boyfriend

@chipper-smol and @crow-cap watched me interact with every single object in Vaugarde for 2 hours straight

(honorable mention @payasita who couldnt make it this time but hopefully next time ^_^)

People love to pretend Ai is a neutral ground when it comes to art. "Ewwww! Artists cost money! We don't have the ability to pay them, so we'll just generate it!" I'm not afraid of saying any human art is better than any ai generated image because it has soul! Had this exchange blurred his name because even if he was a dick and kept calling me kiddo (reddit behavior) I am not after his head.

He wants to white knight for ai so whatever at the end of the day. He's just a fool who doesn't know what it means to be an artist, but this entire kicking up of sand got the creator to make a pinned comment here:

Seriously, I know art isn't easy, but giving up and just generating it is quitting. The towel is thrown in before the game starts.

An artist friend told me that in order to get better, you have to try. Pick up a pencil, a stylist, anything! You can do it if you put your mind to it, and while I'm still not where I wanna be, I encourage everyone to try.

I've never wanted to draw out of pettiness before, but I'm not going to draw it because artists aren't free, and they shouldn't need to be for people to consider commissioning them