In light of Riot Games laying off 11% of their staff globally, I want to make a series of posts highlighting the portfolios of those affected, so that we can appreciate their contributions to the world of Runeterra and continue to support them. You can find a full list of those known to be affected here.
Note: Final card arts are shown here for comparison and were done by different artists.
Ocean Drake - Legends of Runeterra Concept Art (source)
Grave Companion - LoR Concept Art (source)
Alatis the Gallant & Dragon Allegiant - LoR Concept Art (source)
Nothing gets to me like Roman funeral monuments. This time it was the epitaph to Aurelia Philomatio, put up by her husband Aurelius Hermia the butcher. They'd been slaves and childhood friends in the household of Lucius Aurelius, who freed them so they could get married and start a business together. And on Philomatio's gravestone her husband says he loved her, just as much as she loved him...
(From Beryl Rawson, "Finding Roman Women," in A Companion to the Roman Republic, eds. Nathan Rosenstein and Robert Morstein-Marx.)
It probably won't be out for a while yet, since I still need to figure out what the heck I'm actually doing with it. Right now I just have pure angst. Which is fun! But I'd like to get to some healing eventually.
She cannot bear Gil-Galad, so altered by the release of his long burdens that she hardly recognizes his serenity.
She cannot bear Celebrimbor, once her dearest friend, now forever overlaid by his dangling corpse and his accursed shackles binding her husband and her mother to his doom.
She cannot bear noble grandmother Eärwen, who has never walked the far shore and known its inundating grief.
She cannot bear kind grandfather Arafinwë, always with the correct words and actions to just for a moment, make her forget how marred she is.
She cannot bear radiant uncle Finrod, for what are her scars against his?
She cannot bear uncle Angaráto, nor aunt Eldalótë, nor cousin Orodreth, nor the absence where uncle Aegnor should be, for her story is of little note next to the tragedies and triumphs of their age.
She cannot bear the dozens and hundreds of family, old friends, old acquaintances, well-wishers she has never known. “What a pity. What a pity. What a pity!”
She doesn’t want to heal. She can’t heal. The scar tissue is all she is now, layer upon layer, down into the marrow.
She should have stayed and persisted in that half-life among her true family. She should have faded into a memory of rain on silver glass. She should have laid herself down in Elladan’s gardens and let grief wash her to the Halls of Awaiting.
She had to leave. She couldn’t let them bury her. Couldn’t let them see what she is. Queen of Ruination! Spoilt and turned, not even worth twisting into an orc. A footnote in a story nobody will ever read.
So it goes. Moping and wallowing in her deserved misery as the scars heal and start to fade.
Until one day she looks up from the embroidery she is mangling and sees another footnote has seated herself across from her.
“Hello, cousin,” says the once-Princess of Minas Tirith, of Nargothrond, of a sunken grave. “Gwindor and I have a third ticket to the Flinnrysc concert tonight. You’re coming along.”
Yes I know Celeborn has family too but shh, I'll think of how to integrate them later (and I'd need to come up with names for Galadhon and Galathil's wives).
Astarion gets himself knocked out in a fight. Naturally, everyone thinks he is dead. Now he gets to explain to the entire camp how he woke up while they were digging his grave/at his funeral.
What If Julius and Subaru both met when Julius was a commoner and Subaru got transported Sooner
fun stuff im sure !! but haah okay given julius was a kid when he was a commoner - yeah theyre both kids here!! not sure how old but definitely somewhere before the age of ten. and i think theyd be up to some shenanigans together im sure!! theyre both very mischevious kids (or from what little we know of little kid julius, given iirc tappei hasnt specified just How Much of a "delinquent" little kid julius is okay. but hes definitely the type to sneak out past curfew or something. stay up late reading too, probably. that sort of thing). and also subarus a kid and no way he ISNT missing home poor guy T^TT getting ripped away from home like that is bad enough at seventeen, getting ripped away from home when you are like. no more than eight or something is Bad. but luckily!! im assuming subaru gets found by the juukuliuses (julius's parents probably?) and thats how julius and subaru form their friendship / long-term yearning for each other (if you so desire that) (okay but no way subaru ISNT gonna form long-term yearning for julius flajsdlf). but yes i think julius and subaru would be silly happy kids together and julius's parents would be like oh no this other kid is so lost where is he from :(( but hes so loved by julius already too... well we got another kid under our roof now.
except. julius's parents die in a flood. so i mean. Hypothetically.... either julisuba survive this one first try or subaru dies for the first time. which. ohh god. oh god. oh g -
i think my most shameful bg3 confession ('shameful' in that i just felt kinda bad abt it) is that i love astarion and his va performance dearly. he is probably the party member i keep in my rollout the most, both for how useful he is in combat but also because he makes me laugh and ofc his arc is incredibly well-written
but i cannot romance him. ive tried. something about how he'll start saying "gods youre so beautiful" and stuff gave me the ick. like Pleasenever say that to me again
As a guardian angel, Tex takes the job very, very seriously. Every name on the list of souls to protect and guard from demonic forces is a privilege, every death of said soul a bittersweet conclusion. Human lives are like fireflies, like fireworks---- explosive, brilliant, here only for a moment and then gone from Earth to go about their post-mortem business depending on how they chose to live their lives. Tex can't get enough of it....
Tex also can't get enough of enjoying earthly foods like macarons but that's by the by.
as she has had a vice grip on the brain a cute piece for olga ♡ in the future will include minerva and santo and alyssas logan !
The odds of FEDRA’s successes against the Washington Liberation Front are bleak at best. If she is being frank, they’re losing.
They will reach the basement. They will find the specimens in the vault. They will find them. They will find her.
And they will not have her research.
The soldiers protecting her outside have likely been taken out. Her colleagues, the ones who didn’t leave on Allards transport with her mentor gisela, fleur, yori, and ondria and didn’t manage to find ways out on their own were likely detained or taken out as well. Leaving her alone.
She wanted it this way. She won’t let the wrong hands reach what she has worked years for to understand the Cordyceps. She won’t let them reach her.
“Mother, if this is to be my swansong, I want you to avenge me.” she whispers to herself as she removes her lab coat and research scrubs. Olga was currently on the residential level, and she had the room renovated to include a private elevator leading down directly into the research floor; she'll reach the basement level before they do.
Olga headed from the window overlooking the outer courtyard of what was once the University of Washington hospital; which FEDRA and the Center for Disease Control, or CDC, had turned into a research facility. Walking to her bed and putting on the dress she had laid there Olga made her way to the vanity on the opposite end of her bed.
She was taught to look her best when treating guests. Even still, she holds the words of her mother in regard.
It was her mothers dress, a vintage gown from 2002, the soft blue silk slip dress felt dreamlike on her. She would be wearing this for her memory. Olga, now sitting on the chair gazing at her reflection from the vanity, put on a pair of pearl earrings and a pearl necklace, humming to the tune of Tchaikovsky’s swan lake as she did.
The swan will choose her fate today.
ive also began working on the former seattle crew / former washington dc crew and here is what i have so far of minervas ♡ using the loveliest mari's template !
a cute lil piece for una with this template by the lovely ash ♡
and lastly ! a vicky piece using this template! featuring aj’s nessie ♡
Where it is physically 14 Claudia and Louis going to Paris, and encountering a 600+ year old, physically 17 Armand. Claudia lives AU, and a AU where Armand and Claudia can go be exploratory and apeshit together. Louis does feature as an extremely reluctant financer of his beloved daughter and her friend.
Seldom, very seldom, have I found people careless, thoughtless, and indifferent about the world to come, in the hour of death. The man who can tell good stories, and sing good songs to merry companions, turns very grave when he begins to feel that life is leaving his body. The boasting infidel at such a season has often cast aside his infidelity. Men like Paine and Voltaire have often shown that their vaunted philosophy breaks down when the grave is in sight. Tell me not what a man thinks about the soul when he is in the fullness of health; tell me rather what he thinks when the world is sinking beneath him, and death, judgment, and eternity loom in sight.
So I started to replay Wonderlands since I wanted to play something different (and not borderlands 2 from like the 1000th time) and while there are a few gripes I have (well one, and that involves Paladin Mike, but that's a whole other can of worms) I still think this game is pretty good.
Initially I tried to make my oc Salem, I said "tried" because I was reminded that I don't have a blue hair option, and I was like whatever and made her into a white haired, blue skinned spore warden elf.
I haven't gotten too far, I'm just about to head into the woods to retrieve Touge, so I'll probably continue later tonight.