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suncatchr · 3 years

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some updated designs!! lots to say about these!!

Emilia and Mateo’s “Imaginary” Designs

I have a plot update for them ;w; I thought, since their whole motif is arts and performance, that it would be cute to write in a playground roleplay element to their story! Besically as kids, they make up a fantasy world that they play in together whenever they get a free second! In off-time, Mateo writes stories and makes art of their characters, and Emilia starts learning to play music so that she can compose theme songs for them. Emilia’s character is a fire witch who’s able to comfortably use her powers bc they live in a more magical world. Mateo’s character is a healer who follows Emilia on her quests to save the places she defends. I thought it would be a nice place to kick off their obsessions with creativity, and also that it would be kinda fun to do a plot within a plot and kinda try to make up a story that two kids would.

These outfts are the designs they thought up in their game. Mateo later drew up the designs, this being most obvious from the rose on Emilia’s belt. Her gloves keep her magic in when she doesn’t need it, and the cloak is fireproof. Mateo’s outfit is based on a plague doctor’s, but for ease, the mask is just a piece of thick fabric that can be lifted up over his nose when he needs it. The rest of his body is covered to prevent him from contracting infections from fluids.

Holly and Masei

Nothing too new about these designs, their original designs were just way too simplistic bc i didn’t have much of an idea. Holly is a warrior, so his outfit is very lacking in layers and fabric. On the other hand, Masei is a prince, so his clothes are dumb layered and the little translucent piece is supposed to drive home just how extravagant he is.

Khauai, Haven, and Hakeem

I wanted their outfits to be more like their animal motifs! Cevon didn’t get a redesign because his current outfit is civilian clothes which. suits the fact that he gets his power taken away. Khauai is an owl, so his cloak is meant to reflect his wings and the puffy pants + slim boots mimic the legs of an owl. Haven is a selkie, so I gave him his seal coat to wear over his human form. I left the sweater, though, since it kinda melds both worlds for him as opposed to him only wearing his seal coat and Yearning for the Sea. Hakeem’s outfit is supposed to be lionlike, so I gave him the furry collar to be the mane and the furry boots to be his paws. It’s also a little more form-fitting bc he steals Cevon’s powers and as such becomes an incubus. I think he’d embrace that fully.

The Major Arcana

These characters have 3 things each that are part of their designs: an album, a Tarot card, and their name. I decided that the Tarot card would be more involved witht heir demeanour and how they present themselves, so the outfits are based on their album and their name.

Crow, obviously, is named for a crow. His clothing is layered to represent the feathers of a bird’s wing, and his cloak is ruffled to be shaped like the wings themselves. His album is After Hours. His heavy layers also represent him often blocking people out because he feels like he’ll just let them all down (a la Save Your Tears). At the same time, his outer cloak is open, because what he really wants is to be better, but it’s hard to make that go to the inner layers of himself (a la Faith). His clothes are all black.

Harley’s name means “meadow of hares.” His spikey hair is meant to represent windswept grass, while his inner vest is meant to be a little white bunny tumby and his boots are white at the toes to represent paws. His album is Beauty Behind the Madness. BBTM is a little sluttier than AH, so I had to kinda work around that, since Major Arcana generally wear old-fashioned clothing and lots of layers. Underneath his jacket, Harley’s arms are bare and his jeans are high-waisted so that when he’s free to do so, he can shift into hotboy mode. BBTM’s narration is also more smug and more detached, so I felt like that it made sense to give Harley a more modern outfit than everyone else, because he couldn’t care less about the customs of Major Arcana dress or how anyone feels about it. His clothes are brown and white.

Nakoa’s name means “warrior.” I gave him the harnesses on his back and leg to look like he’d be carrying weapons around, even though he never would. His album is Transmissions. The ablum gives off a very aching, yearning vibe, with the narrator sounding alone throughout the whole thing. His mission seems to be to find and protect someone else, while sticking staunchly to one’s ideals and values throughout the quest. Nakoa dresses like Major Arcana should, with his clothes being the most traditional of anyone’s. The lock necklace represents his loyalty to the Major Arcana (as in, he’s locked in) and the heart necklace (while in canon it represents his card: The Lovers), represents the person that the album’s narrator is talking about. I wanted to make him look very “tied up” in his clothes, so everything runs across him. This represents the loneliness at the album’s core; Nakoa is tied up in himself and effectively has no one but the cause to be loyal to. His clothes are purple and blue.

Sunday’s outfit is supposed to contrast Nakoa’s heavily. They don’t wear all of the ties and layers he does. Their design is meant to be open and welcoming, because their album is Dreamland. The narrator of Dreamland describes a troubled past in an expressive and upbeat way, and I thought I’d reflect that in the fact that Sunday is the eldest and effectively the most responsible for the whole group, yet they remain open and their layers stripped despite all that. Their name obviously reflects the sun, so the main colours of their outfit along w the sun at their collar represent the sunrise. Their outfit is iridescent (another ref to Dreamland’s aes), with bases of pale pink and yellow.

Arwen’s name means “royal maiden.” Her outfit is based on the most practical layer of mediaeval royal clothing, with her hood able to pull up to look like a victorian maiden’s bonnet. Her album is Hozier, but I’m going to be hinest and say most of her outfit was designed before this, so I couldn’t find a place to mix in the album..? So the colours of her clothing are the album cover’s colours: orange, blue, and brown.

Elio means sun. I have enough characters designed after the sun, so I went entirely album-based with him. His album is DIVISIONS, a rebellious, anticapitalist love letter to no one. The album is about adventure, love, and the future, so I wanted to give Elio a v futuristic and punky outfit. His outfit is my favourite out of all of them, but I don’t actually have much to say about it? I think it looks exactly how I envisioned, like Elio’s a punk from the future. His clothes are black, white, and silver.

Dawn’s name meaning is obvious, and again w the sun. I went all-album with him too. His album is Meteora, an album that’s essentially about hating yourself, your past, and everyone around you. I wanted to go more emo with Dawn’s design bc of that, but emo style actually doesn’t... appeal to me, plus it’s not very Major Arcana. I gave him some gay little boots to be his choice piece of emo clothing, and then emo’d up a regular outfit instead. His clothes are layered, again representing him building up walls. He has lots of elements that are tied around him, this time to look like he’s sealed himself in, hence them all being horizontal. He burned the edges of his cloak himself and also sliced into his pants so that he looked imperfect and everyone around him would know that he’s imperfect. His clothes are, in contrast, pink, yellow, and blue.

Dovey’s name obviously means dove. Her cloak, like Crow’s is ruffled at the edge to represent bird wings. Doves are much fluffier than crows, though, so in her outfit, feathers are represented by the ruffles in her dress. Now, uh, her album is Wasteland, Baby! and the outfit very much misses the vibe. Dovey is another character whose outfit I had planned before hand, and it wasn’t desidned with music in mind. The one song I did think of while designing her was As It Was, which reminds me of Red Riding Hood bc of the way it opens?? I feel like even though I can’t pinpoint any one vibe that matches her look, I can see her as the narrator slash star of all the songs in this outfit. So IDK, it vibes w me, fjkdshdsfd. Her outfit is grey and brown, like a mourning dove.

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cyoza · 5 years

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adrenaline; part three

Hi all,

I tried to kind of flip the switch on this chapter. I also wanted to explore Kory's 'human' emotions because in the show she doesn't really get to express negative emotions properly. Like, yeah she kills a few people but we can all agree those people had it coming.

(I was also going to change the title bc I wasn't sure it was relevant but idk because I realised the first chapter and second chapter focused on like residual adrenaline from a rush of energy and like lust (more so the second chapter), this one from like anger and I'm going to try and do the last one on like adrenaline based on fear? idk if that's agreeable or not but)

Anyhoo, here we are! I really hope you enjoyed reading it, please give love if you did. thank you!

part one

part two

part four

part five

part six

*******************************************************************************************There was a facsimile of calmness that settled over Dick as he lay back in bed, absentmindedly raking a hand through Kory’s hair as he stared at the ceiling. He’d slipped out of his earlier clothes some time in the last hour, changing into nothing but a pair of grey sweats, his chest bare.

Beneath the peaceful energy he was attempting to emulate, was an undercurrent of tension that he couldn’t quite mask and Kory could sense it. He was stewing and overthinking which she was certain would lead to no good. So, she set out to keep her promise; he was not going to get in his head tonight.

She raised her head from its place on his bicep, turning to face him completely. This sparked his interest causing him to look down at her questioningly before mirroring her. She could do nothing but stare at him in concern, anxiety preventing her from beginning the conversation. She knew this was going to be difficult and she wasn’t sure that she was prepared enough to handle it. But nonetheless, it needed to happen tonight, whilst there was a lull in events and especially when things could get hectic again at any minute.

‘Kory, you’re looking at me like I’m a science experiment.’ He said with a nervous chuckle. ‘What is it?’

‘Sorry, sorry. It’s just -’ She hesitated before fortifying because she had to do this ‘Are you okay?’ She finally asked.

‘What do you mean?’ His incredulity was as frail as the smile that he flashed her. The way he avoided her eyes let her know that she had him.

‘It’s a simple question.’ She noted. ‘You’ve been through a lot tonight. So, I’m asking you - are you okay?’

Dick let out a slightly irritated sigh and turned away from her to sit up. ‘Do we really have to talk about this now?’

‘Well when would you like to talk about it, Dick? When you eventually self combust from keeping all of this in? Or maybe you’ll go on another suicide mission so you don’t ever have to talk about it?’ Her tone was accusatory, unable to keep her frustration at bay. His dismissive attitude starting to rile her.

‘I know what I did was stupid -’ He’d barely finished talking before she cut him off.

‘Stupid?! What you did tonight was ludicrously brainless. You had an entire team of people ready to get you through this and you pull a stunt like that?’

Kory could feel her own anger getting the better of her. She fought to calm herself down, knowing that if she let her anger escalate it would be volatile, especially with Dick’s impetuous nature. And they weren’t going to get where she wanted them to be if they succumbed to their negative emotions.

‘I know, okay, I know! What do you want me to say?’ He barked, throwing his arms up in frustration.

‘I just want you to be honest. Just talk to me, Dick!’ She retorted in exasperation.

‘What is this, Kory? What was this? You get into my bed to get into my head? Get my guard down and I’ll confess my deepest, darkest feelings? Because it wasn’t so successful last time, was it?’ He mocked scornfully, his eyes flashing fiercely.

She was struggling to keep herself in check, a blazing fury boiling through her veins. So, instead, she took a deep breath in an attempt to cool herself because she wasn’t going to let this spiral any further. Not tonight. Not if she could help it. And it was in that instant as she exhaled, that she really looked at him. Looking past her rage and her fear and seeing the pain that he’d deftly hidden. Her anger died with such a suddenness that she knew it was never real to begin with but rather fabricated by both of them to cope. Kory knew that he was doing this to push her away and she’d fed into it, jumping to the easiest available emotion. But tonight she needed to get through to him, so she needed to buckle up and push through.

She allowed the moment of silence to linger, sitting up and crossing her legs under her. She let out a gentle sigh as she leaned over to place her hand on Dick’s cheek, swiping her thumb over his cheekbone.

‘I’m sorry. I truly am. I didn’t mean to blow up. But we’re not angry with each other, Dick. Most of all, you’re not angry with me. And you’re right. On some level, I knew that using physical intimacy would open you up a little. Or at least, give you an avenue to release all this negativity you’ve pent up. But you need to do more than that. You felt a myriad of emotions tonight that no person should ever have to feel. You need to let yourself process them. You can’t keep repressing things and hoping that they won’t come out later. They will. And in order to do that, you need to let yourself be vulnerable. And I know you can. You’ve shown me tonight that you can. You’ve been open and trusting and I know it’s not the same but you need to try, okay? You need to give people access to more than just your body.’

Kory felt his jaw clench under her fingers, her own chest growing tight when a glimmer of liquid developed in Dick’s eye. She said nothing more, just holding him there as she waited for him. He eventually dropped his gaze to the comforter and took a deep, steadying breath.

‘I didn’t ever tell you how my parents died, did I?’ He asked. There was a slight tremble in his voice.

Kory responded by a plain shake of her head. She’d known they had suffered in a terrible accident but could never bring herself to inquire about it; not willing to reopen any wounds that he wasn’t ready to return to.

‘Um, I was a kid. My parents and I - we were part of Haley’s Circus, on the trapeze. We called ourselves the Flying Graysons. And we were good - really good.’ He let out a soft chuckle, a bittersweet smile framing his face. However, it didn’t last long, dropping moments later as his eyes hardened.

‘We were doing a show one night. Everything was going great, business as usual, you know? We were supposed to do this one move, where I would swing back and, um, I would catch my mom and bring her forward. We’d done it countless times before so it should’ve been easy. So I swung back, like I was supposed to but all I caught was air. And I-I heard this snap.’ Dick’s face was vacant, a million miles from there, lost in his memories.

‘I can still remember exactly what it sounded like. It was like tunnel vision but for your hearing, I don’t know if I heard anything else but it’s all I remember. I didn’t register at first you know? I saw her fall but I - I didn’t - I-’ He stammered, voice tight with unshed tears.

Kory lifted her other hand to his face so that she cupped it in her hands, hoping that it would give him a sense of comfort. She found herself battling her own tears the longer she listened to him, making a valiant effort to blink them back so as to not discourage him.

‘Anyway, turns out it was meant for me.’ He breathed a laugh, absent of any humour. ‘I heard something I shouldn’t have and I needed to be neutralised, I guess. But they got the trapezes confused, because here I am, not them. He looked at her then, eyes rimmed red and glistening. ‘It was my fault. If I had just been more careful and minded my business, if I hadn’t been such a moron, nothing would have ever happened and we wouldn’t be here. Jason wouldn’t be where he is. Rose wouldn’t be where she is. Everyone would be better off.’

Kory acted on instinct, flinging her arms around him in an embrace. ‘I’m sorry, Dick. I am so, so sorry.’ She cried, pulling him even tighter.

He reflexively reciprocated, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face in her shoulder in a futile attempt to hide his tears whilst seeking comfort in her warmth. Dick felt a rush of solace, basking in her benevolence, even more so when she placed a tender kiss on his temple before pressing her lips on the outer shell of his ear.

‘You listen to me, Dick Grayson. What you did today was unbelievably foolish, arguably the silliest thing you’ve ever done. Even still, it was brave and courageous and was filled with every bit of strength your parents left you with. They would be proud of you, Dick. Never doubt that. Everyone makes mistakes and it’s to be expected; you’re only human. You couldn’t have predicted what Jason was going to do. You couldn’t have anticipated Deathstroke’s reaction to you having Rose, or how Donna, Dawn and Hank were going to deal with it. You are doing the best you can and that is all anyone can ask of you.’ Kory ended her proclamation by pulling back to meet his eye.

He met her gaze with equal intensity, searching for the sincerity he desperately needed to reassure him that she meant what she said. Her stare was unwavering adamant to give it to him.

When he was satisfied that he’d found what he was looking for, he leaned forward to crush his mouth to hers. It was a kiss that spoke volumes. It contained an urgency that held necessity, a softness that embodied adoration, an anguish that encapsulated desperation.

Kory kissed him back knowing they had moved a step further than they had started with that evening.

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