Tumgik
forecast-rain · 5 hours
Text
someone pLEAAAAAASE tell me what flower it is in claire's 2023 birthday art the one in her hair on my knees begging please please please
(i know the flower colors dont seem to resemble a real flower i cant find any that are white on the inside and blue on the outside like that but like. ignoring the colors and looking at the petals/yellow center someone help me im begging you)
4 notes · View notes
forecast-rain · 15 hours
Text
"I would kill for you. I would die for you" would you take a break for me? Would you sit down and rest? For a day, a week, a year? Would you let others take care of your needs for me? Would you let yourself be held for me? By me?
185K notes · View notes
forecast-rain · 15 hours
Text
WOE ISAT DOODLES BE UPON YE. clauphie (Claude /Euphrasie), odasie (Odile / Euphrasie ) and clodasie ( Claude /Euphrasie/ Odile) come get y’all juice
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
99 notes · View notes
forecast-rain · 15 hours
Text
(Act 2 Spoilers) I wanted to do more writing for @au-re5 Mira looping Au “Some Changes in Loops”! I wanted to do my take on one of the loop chats. Writing under the cut:
{You’re back at the favor tree.}
{ Loop waves over to you. }
{ You sit at the tree and do your usual routine. }
“Hi Moonlight, good to see you again! How can I help you on this wonderful new loop?”
{…!}
{ There it is again, that name. Moonlight.}
{ You didn’t notice at first, but you picked up on how Loop refuses to call you or anyone else by your actual names. }
{At first you were simply the “Housemaiden” or “Maiden” but recently.. it’s been different. }
{ Why?}
{“Hey Loop? I noticed you refer to all of my friends by title…and at first you did the same to me to but-“}
{ “.. Now I noticed that you call me ‘Moonlight’. Why?”}
{ You see Loop falter and look away. They look ready to apologize, so you clarify as quickly as you can.}
{“Not that I don’t like the nickname! I think it’s cute.. I just wanted to know.. what it meant?”}
{ Loop stares at you for a long time. Their expression is unreadable. }
“…! I suppose it’s because you … remind me of someone. Or what's left of them, anyway.”
{You remind them of someone?}
{“What's left of who?”}
{ Loop goes quiet. }
{ After a few seconds they brighten up again.}
“And like you said earlier it’s because I think it’s an adorable nickname! Just like you~! “
{ You frown. You know there has to be more to it than that.}
{“Loop it’s okay if you didn’t want to answer my question! You can just say so-“}
{ You think you get it now. }
{ Isabeau explained that the reason he gave you a nickname was because he wanted to get closer as friends. }
{ Could it be.. that Loop wants to get closer as friends too? }
{ That must be it! }
{ You smile. }
{ “Well I’m happy you gave me the new nickname. it’s a lot cooler than simply being the “Housemaiden” }
{ “And.. thank you for being there. For being my friend. I mean it.”}
{ Loop looks back at you with wide eyes. }
“….! I… Well.. Your welcome. “
35 notes · View notes
forecast-rain · 19 hours
Text
Tumblr media
those recipes sure can repetition huh
175 notes · View notes
forecast-rain · 19 hours
Text
Tumblr media
I'm working on an animatic tehee
406 notes · View notes
forecast-rain · 19 hours
Text
Tumblr media
we’re not gonna make it…
- - -
I drew this a while ago thinking of siffrin reaching for the tears while their friends watch, unable to do anything... how they must freak out in those split seconds, and how they’re never fast enough. well!
I’m only on ACT 2, so please be gentle in the tags <3
495 notes · View notes
forecast-rain · 19 hours
Text
Tumblr media
please take me home 🌠
textless version below! lyrics are from the song Mơ Làm Ma by Ngọt :)
this was meant to be just a quick doodle before bed, but. well. you see where that ended up OTZ
Tumblr media
339 notes · View notes
forecast-rain · 19 hours
Text
Tumblr media
If I thought that you could see me, I'd be too anxious to perform. But tonight I am not working on my human interactions any more.
135 notes · View notes
forecast-rain · 19 hours
Text
The spot of endless night-time in the sky mocks you. It chases it's way to the House through the sky like a snake approaching its prey. Because that's what the King is; a predator coming to feast on the weak. It's the sign of the end. The end you can't seem to stop. A big old "crab you" for even thinking of trying.
You try anyway. Try to climb the mountain with your bare hands. Push the boulder up the hill. You tackle the situation from all angles, but nothing works. You've worn yourself thin throwing yourself at the equation, and it's killing you. Literally.
It's stopped being as painful, which sends alarms ringing through your brain. Your nerves are frying. Dying. Being frozen in time has thawed to the sensation of pins and needles instead of being bone-chilling. Caustic liquids don't hurt to chug down as much. You can phase out of thinking when the King attacks you. You can simply turn your thoughts off and move through the day like a phantom. It concerns you and you just don't care at the same time.
Your blood sings and your voice rots and you go and go and go, pushing yourself thin until you are a walking corpse.
It's just you, though. One for many. You have you have you have you have to remember that. Remember that. Just you just one, saving everyone else. Just you. No one else will remember this.
No one else will remember this.
You sit in the big room with the big window and all the dot charts. You don't remember what it's called-- did you ever know? Who cares? It's not important right now. Sit on the floor and look out the window like a child looking over the ocean.
The King, you can see him now. His tall, dark shadow appearing over the horizon, lit by the moon. His armor shimmers like the stars he seems to love so much. [Because that's what they are, right? Is that the correct term? Stars? You're not sure. There's a torn page in your mind where it should be.]
Just seeing him drives you up a wall. Echoes of pain from how he's killed you run through your body, even though you know its imagined. Mashed to gore painted on the walls screaming howling make it stop make it stop. You don't care anymore. He can come, and he'll kill you. Or you'll kill him! Eventually! It has to happen!
Maybe he can feel your stare. It looks, to you, like he looks up just a little bit, to look in your direction. You, alone, sitting behind a giant window under a shaded masterpiece, clashing sky of sun and moon and all his stupid stars. [Stars feels like the right term, it feels nice in your mouth, but you're not sure. You don't know, if it's right or wrong or if you've just crabbing made something up to describe simple spots in the sky.]
You want to kill him. You want to make sure no one ever has to hear his stupid wails again, or fight his monsters, or be frozen in time or look at his stupid crabbing sky ever again. Make that armor of his a cradle, a grave, a casket or a cage, it doesn't matter, you're going to bury him in it. Trap him six feet under like time has trapped you, a squirming angry animal of a thing behind bars of a birdcage.
No one will find you here. That's fine. The other housemaidens have started to avoid you, because you've become an angry little thing overnight. You don’t bother Mirabelle and some loops you flat out avoid Euphrasie, because they shouldn't have to see you like this, clinging to what was you from over a hundred today's ago. You don't want to worry the two of them, overstep a boundary you can't remember or something, because you've done this all for them and the consequences of your capital-C Change can come later when the King is gone and you don't have to do today over.
For now, you will wait. This loop probably won't be the one because, realistically, when will it be? When will you win? Are you going to be trapped here forever, doomed to repeat the same day over and over in a cage made of craft and wishes and pure spite?
You just wanted to help. Look where that got you. Over and over, forever.
41 notes · View notes
forecast-rain · 19 hours
Text
9K notes · View notes
forecast-rain · 19 hours
Text
Tumblr media
3K notes · View notes
forecast-rain · 19 hours
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
did this again bc i can :3c
720 notes · View notes
forecast-rain · 19 hours
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
🌧
full res / bonus lineart under the cut...
Tumblr media
50 notes · View notes
forecast-rain · 19 hours
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Cant have fucking shit in Detroit
65K notes · View notes
forecast-rain · 2 days
Note
Odile and Siffrin on an Antique Shop Quest
Tumblr media Tumblr media
secret quest
445 notes · View notes
forecast-rain · 2 days
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
some bodyswap au doodles
106 notes · View notes