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factorialsfandoms · 2 years

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'i cant hold out much longer' with legend perchance? for the writin prompt :0

ooooh fun. let's see what I can dredge up... I hope you manage to see this anon! I got a little distracted by ffxiv during the PoV swap, so hope you can forgive me. As ever this is kinda just a draft straight into tumblr.

Warnings: major character injury, broken bones, badly researched medical stuff, hypothermia, concussion, expectation of death

summary: Legend falls in a dungeon and gets hurt. It’s a race against time to get to him in time.

It is cold, it is dark, it is musky. Legend's lantern hangs from his belt, casting a little light around his feet. How long has it been now? Twenty minutes? An hour?

More?

He does not know, and has no way to know; or maybe he could, but he dare not waste breath on talking if he does not need to.

The water he kneels in is stained with blood from his shattered leg, and his blood is insignificant next to all that from the monsters.

He should maybe worry about infection, but first he must live; the monsters crowded around when he fell, and he cut them all down, but now... Now he is alone in a goddess-forsaken cave, knee in bloody water, with nothing but a lantern and Wind's crystal for company.

At least when his potion bottles all shattered in the fall, the contents spilt in to the water. Maybe it will at least keep the monster blood away.

The Chain had split up to explore the dungeon; Wind had been on his half, and thrown the crystal down after Legend was knocked into the abyss. He does not remember exactly how he fell - his leg is shattered, his back is screaming, there's a mess of blood on the back of his head. The cold of the frozen water has seeped into his bones, first hurting them, and now there is nothing.

He is shivering violently.

It does not feel like the blessing he knows it is.

A trap door. A fucking trap door. If he dies to a Din-damned trap door he will tear himself out of hell just to register his complaints.

Legend tries to keep warm, but there is no real way to - there is water as far as he can see, he cannot put on the mermaid skin with a broken leg, he dares not move more than he must when he knows there is something /wrong/ with his back.

Even if he did, the outlines of the doors are those with locks, and he is not carrying a key.

The water keeps dripping.

At least no more keese linger in the dark.

Legend clings to his tiny circle of light, he clings to the crystal in his hand, and he slows his breathing. Keep calm, keep calm, you've survived worse before. You just need to think, and it will be fine.

(If he had been alone, he would have crawled out on his broken leg and damaged spine, would have found an exit or a fairy or something. But here... here and now he decided to trust his companions, to wait for a rescue, to not risk more injury)

((If Legend is honest with himself, he is beginning to think it might be a mistake. He was beginning to think that some time ago, too, but even by then he has lost too much blood and body heat to be able to move far.))

"/Legend!/" Wild's voice crackles through the crystal, and into Legend's ears.

Somehow, despite his frozen hands, he manages to raise the crystal to his face.

Wild makes a sound of sucking air in through teeth, and then it's not Wild but Time speaking to him.

"Legend," Time says, voice the sort of calm that says he is panicking and thinks everyone else is too. "Have the others got to you yet?"

Legend thinks that would be pretty obvious - he knows the others can see at least some of him on the screen, even as all he has is the distorted voices. He goes to shake his head, he thinks better of it, he parts his lips and whispers, "not yet."

There is swearing that sounds very much like Four. Time's sigh is measured; Legend clings to their voices and pretends that he doesn't and pretends that he isn't so very afraid.

He has always known he will die alone and far from home.

He did not expect it would be like this.

"We'll be with you soon, just hold on," Time says.

"How soon?" Legend whispers, because he needs to know. He needs to know how long this will take to end.

A hesitation and then, "I don't know."

And then.

"I'm sorry, vet; there's monsters up ahead. I need to go."

Legend nods very slightly.

He grips the necklace long before after it falls silent.

---

More time passes.

Too much time; Legend stopped shivering what felt like forever ago, but also no time at all.

At least he does not feel warm yet...

His lantern is getting dimmer, and he hopes it is just his imagination. He thinks he fears something here and then there; he draws his sword to defend himself, throws his boomerang to catch it!

And nothing.

There's nothing there.

He reaches for his fire rod to warm himself, but once again nothing comes; it has been too long, and his magic drained trying that long ago.

He clings tighter to the crystal, taking a few steadying breaths, and begs it to activate.

"Wild?" he manages, hoping it is some sort of code word.

There's a moment and then, "Legend?"

Legend would weep if he were Sky, instead he shudders and swallows it down.

He will not scare them. He will not scared Wild, who remembers so little and yet knows too much, let alone... Who was with Wild again?

Legend cannot remember, and does not think he is as afraid about that as he should be.

"How far are you?" He whispers. "Because I can't hold out much longer."

"Not far," Wild immediately promises, though there is fear in his voice. "We're nearly with you, just... Here, why don't I talk to you? These are just puzzle rooms I can spare my hands for a bit."

Legend grunts in agreement, then tries to cling to Wild's words.

He barely notices when the words become yelling as the world slips away.

He does not understand why its so important when the crystal slips away.

He does not notice at all if he hits the water with his face up, or face down.

---

"LEGEND!" Wild screams, drawing attention to himself.

"What's wrong?" Time is near immediately by his side.

Hyrule and Twilight run over too, while Four continues wrestling with the treasure chest. When he peers at the screen, Hyrule sees nothing but darkness.

“He dropped the crystal,” Wild looks at Twilight with wide, frightened eyes. “And his lantern went out.”

Time takes the slate, talking harshly, but they all know that it is not going to help. They can try to hope that the other half get to Legend - back to Legend - first, but without the map or the compass in Four’s hands it will be a miracle if they succeed. Locked room, Legend had said back when he was coherent, before his words started to slur and everything became a little more frantic.

Hyrule checks the potions in his bag once again, and swallows a breath.

“Key!” Four calls.

Finally! They’ve been through eight treasure rooms without finding one of the things. Twilight quickly traces a route on the map, and together they run.

There is no time to discuss, not when Legend has still not collected the crystal from the watery floor. Hyrule hopes he has just lost it.

Hyrule knows better than to hope.

---

It is another three rooms before they find the right door, traced across and down with the memory of Legend’s near perfect recollection. Hyrule pays no attention as he blasts enemies away with his magic, downing a green potion so he can keep up the pace.

Finally they find the room; single door, underneath. Hyrule pulls out his candle and potions ready for the darkness and the injuries surely following; Time nods to him, and cannot hide the fear in his eyes.

Four opens the door, and they rush inside.

The first thing Hyrule sees are the monster corpses; he runs over that way, holding his candle high so that the others might see. Four runs around by that light, lighting the slim braziers, granting no heat but more light.

It is not hard to find Legend, not once they can see. Collapsed in the water, only the corpse of some armoured creature stops his face falling below the waterline, his shoulder having landed at an awkward angle.

One which looks to have saved his life; he’s still breathing, just, though Time frowns as he takes his pulse.

Hyrule stands by Time’s side, keeping light close and with potions at the ready.

“Head injury,” Time confirms, his fingers having clearly found the lump. “Legs broken, like he said. I can’t see anything with his back, but he was complaining it hurt; we should assume a break. And the hypothermia is severe.”

Hyrule’s heart skips a beat. Should he offer...? But he can feel the drain on his magic from room after room of fighting.

He will use it if he needs to, but two unconscious heroes is even more likely to get someone killed.

And so he holds the light, and watches as a grim faced Twilight pulls a fairy - their last - from his back.

Time nods, and Twilight releases her, pointing the bottle towards where Legend lays.

She shakes herself with a frown, before looking at Legend. Half a second passes before she swirls about; the skin of his legs heals over, Time sighs so the swelling on his head must have gone.

But there’s only so much the fairy could do; he is still cold. Too cold.

Hyrule knows a little of the cold, and more than that of how it kills.

“Does anyone have a towel?” Time asks.

Clearly he deems it safe now to move Legend, for he picks him up and carries him over to a thin strip of raised, dry flooring off to one side.

There’s a few moments of silence, before Four offers his tunic to be used as one.

“And he can wear mine after,” Hyrule finds himself offering. “We’re of a size, and its warm.”

“Thank you, boys,” Time’s voice is tight as he and Twilight strip Legend of his clothing.

It is Twilight who takes Four’s tunic, drying Legend as best he can without proper equipment. Hyrule pulls off his two tunics, leaving himself in only his pants and the makeshift armour beneath, folding them on the dry rock before taking a roll of bandages.

Time is feeling over Legend’s back and chest, frowning as he finds bruise after bruise. Wild and Wild hunt in the dark water for Legend’s gear; Twilight is now drying his hair, and so Hyrule tends his legs.

The fairy did a great deal, healing up all the bleeding mess and getting the bones back inside of his legs. They are still broken, though, in eight or nine places each. Some of the bone seems so splintered as to not be there at all. It’s the sort of injury they would ask a Doctor or Great Fairy to tend, or at least Warriors with his proper splints and training of sorts.

Still, Hyrule may be without training but he is not without practice, and a fairy can fix it later. For now it just needs to be stable, to keep Legend safe, so that it heals /at all/. He crafts makeshift splints of his supplies, and binds them into place, ignoring the cold cold cold frozen cold of Legend’s skin where he touches it.

Twilight, done with his hair, bandages Legend’s head.

Still bad, then.

Some he is dry as he is getting and his injuries are bound, they together ease Hyrule’s clothes onto Legend. In some places too big, in others a little small, they none the less will keep him warm. For his legs they wrap him in Twilight’s cloak. and the same hero - warmer, for his lack of armour - cradles him in his arms.

“What of the others?” Wild quietly asks.

“Do you know where they are?”

Nobody does, but they know where they are headed - this room, in just as much a panic as the quintet were before.

“I’ll stay and warn them,” Hyrule offers.

Time’s eyes narrow, “no. We might need you yet.”

If the cold or the blood loss or the shock stops his heart, if his slow shallow breaths fade away, if it gets that bad... Hyrule will have seconds to save him.

And of their number, only Hyrule will be able to at all.

Hyrule hates that its necessary, but bites his lip, and nods.

“I’ll stay then,” Four offers.

“Not alone, and we need Wild to contact you,” Time frowns.

But the question is then who stays; there is not time to debate it, so Wild shoves the recovered crystal in Time’s hands, and moves to stand with Four.

None of them like it, not with the distant look in Wild’s eyes, but it is all they have.

“Alright. Retreat as soon as you’ve told the others,” Time instructs.

When he receives confirmation, they turn and they run.

An ice dungeon will do Legend no good; they need to retreat, and make it to camp.

---

Legend stirs, as he did not expect to, in a thousand shades of agony. His mouth tastes of force-fed potion, and he is bundled in what seems to be near every blanket they own.

Everything is fuzzy and everything hurts, but he sees the daylight and nearly bursts into tears.

Only nearly, for even a near death experience can only startle him so much, but nearly. Someone - Warriors - has a tight grip on his wrist, even as he ignores him to speak of something or another.

Legend tries to get his attention, and it comes out as a mumbling mess.

And yet the face Warriors makes is far, far to pleased.

“Legend?” he asks. “Are you with us?”

Legend mumbles something again, finding just enough strength to rub at an eye. It is then that he notices... green? Why is he in browns and greens?

Hyrule’s browns and greens, not his own.

He shifts around quickly, ignoring Warriors’ command to keep it slow. Hyrule lies nearby, laid in what must be the rest of their blankets, with the blank-eyed haze that speaks of severe magical exhaustion glazing over his entire face.

“Hyrule?” he asks, already looking for other injuries.

He sees a bandage on Wild’s shoulder and another on Sky’s head, but both are up and talking and everyone else is fine.

“We thought we lost you,” Warriors squeezes Legend’s hand again. “We very nearly did.”

From what he remembers... Legend does not want to know. Or at least not yet; he knows he must know, remember, do better next time, but he has no want to think things over. Not when his skull is still pounding, and everything feels like hell.

But then Wild brings him soup, and Wind appears with water, and Sky comes and wraps him in a hug so warm it burns - and fuck he’s still too cold, isn’t he? - and Legend has to admit he is alive.

That they did get there, that they saved him, that maybe... Maybe... He can trust them after all.

Not that he did not trust them, of course, but the doubt would ever be a problem.

#lu legend #angst #fanfic #linked universe #if legend's acting weird he's been slowly dying of blood loss and hypothermia for the last hylia knows how long #plus a concussion #he isn't doing well enough to keep up his normal tone #i was going to leave it but I couldn't #in legend's first part what he says is not nearly that clear #and wild was keeping the connection open all the time #all the characterisation is horrible but eh this is scribbly practice it'll do #and a first draft at that #maybe i'll make it something else later maybe not #present tense brain is *rare*#(especially as falling in a dungeon is one of my longfic ideas hence why its in my brain)

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pepprs · 1 year

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i thiiiink my headache is finally gone. at least i desperately fucking hope so

#purrs #i could’ve pushed through it but i didn’t and now i only have one day left of this three day weekend to pack / buy stuff for the trip / prep #the redacted / get some driving practice in and i have therapy today mid afternoon and didn’t finish my homework for it bc i was overthinkin #g what im supposed to do. but aughhh i haven’t even looked at restaurants yet i haven’t even started planning i haven’t even prepped my #sessions really but im so excited but also so scared and i haven’t thought ahead far enough and i still feel the ghost of the headache and I #im SO scared i’ll get another one or like train sickness (?) during the trip or be sleep deprived one way or another. asb was a nightmare #for me bc i couldn’t sleep and this time im also responsible for the group but nowhere NEAR to the same degree / loneliness so it should be #ok but it was so bad that im rly nervous to be in that same kinda position again… but hopefully it’ll be ok #conference tag #<- WILD to be using this in the present btw. i haven’t been to an in person one of these since 2019. and a lot has changed……

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the-terrible-theys · 1 year

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(trans!)zach and aviva were bunkmates at science camp. i know because i was there

#imagine them both at their first year of science camp! young and excited but also nervous and already feelin homesick on the first night #and they take comfort in each other and bond over their shared love of engineering #and become best buds practically overnight #and they keep getting each other as bunkmates every year and they pair up for everything and it’s all GREAT until it isn’t anymore #tfw some kid you met at summer camp becomes your lifelong sworn enemy. oops!#i have SO many thoughts about this concept #look. aviva being able to list out facts abt zach in mystery of the weird looking walrus can’t be just some plot-convenient intuition thing #those were things she learned over YEARS of friendship and staying up late at night trading whispered secrets #you can’t convince me otherwise #these two’s relationship has so much complexity to it actually. idc if canon barely touches on their history i’ll do it myself #hrnsgdhghh just imagine them sitting under a blanket together with flashlights after curfew because zach is afraid of the dark #aviva on her very first night of camp realizing that Uh Oh! she misses her family! and she doesn’t know anyone else here! and what if maybe #science camp isn’t gonna be as fun as she’d thought! only for the oncoming tears to stop in their tracks in order to comfort #this distraught bunkmate of hers. she adopts zach on the spot #them being penpals after camp ends PLEASE #wild kratts #zach varmitech #aviva corcovado #i also imagine that zach conveniently has his “wait i’m a dude” revelation at abt the same time their friendship ends #so they get new bunkmates for the first time that year #and also that their friendship ends at the beginning of their last/one of their last yrs of camp

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notjanine · 9 months

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spent the summer prepping for and taking the worst exam of my life, riding out the lease at the worst place i've ever lived,* then being temporarily kinda homeless,** and getting dozens and dozens of job applications rejected. i had some fun in there, but my anxiety has been through the fucking roof on top of my regular summer depression.

then the last two weeks of august happened 😳

everything happens so much. somehow, i managed to find the perfect apartment for a reasonable rent, and now me and Books are living (together!) in a fantastic and charming new home- lots of space, big kitchen table, a balcony facing undeveloped woods, just off one of the major roads in the city that has my favorite grocery store and our favorite sandwich shop (where we were already regulars). plus, i've gotten not one, not two, but three (three!) job offers- and i can take them all!!! one is with a hospital where i did my favorite internship rotation, and i'm so excited that i get to go back there and get paid to do that job, it was a blast. another is right by my new place and it's similar to the other hospital, but it's slightly bigger and sees more complex cases, so i'll be comfortable and confident, but i'll still get some new, specific clinical experience in areas that i'm interested in.

and the third position is... literally my dream job. it's the job that's been the end goal since the moment i chose my field of study. grad school and the internship made me rethink all of my professional goals and push them back, thinking i wouldn't be able to get to them for so long because i'd need ~more experience~. but now i'm. uh. i did it. i did it??!

the two hospital jobs are just part time, but they both pay well. the other won't start for a few months bc my boss*** has to get insurance approval to add me to her private practice,**** but that's okay, because i have a lot of reading and learning i want to do in the meantime to prepare! and then it will start as part time working up to full time as i build up my case load, but i'll also get to decide my own hours and do some work from home. i'll get to work with my favorite kinds of patients! and i'll get fantastic professional development opportunities for specialization, if i want to. the other dietitians in the practice seem lovely, so i'm excited to work with them. and the pay is realllly good, gosh, for being fresh out of the internship, it's nuts.

so things will pick up as i go through orientation and onboarding for the two hospital jobs next month. but it'll get calmer again after that, so i'll have the time and energy to prepare for the more challenging work that starts later, which is really nice.

and in the meantime, i'll be tending the wee garden on my balcony and playing board games with the love of my life 💗

#* all of my windows faced a wall. the walls were so thin i heard a neighbor yawn once #my air conditioner literally broke ten (10) times in three months. they just stopped fixing it. i just didn't have ac. in june. in texas.#** like i was fine i stayed in an airbnb for a week and then with Books which was not ideal bc they were in a 200 sq ft studio but hey #*** this woman is... something else. she was also one of my preceptors during my internship #on my first day with her we went over the assignments i had the option to do and one of them was about my main terrible chronic illness #and i mentioned oh yeah i am very familiar with that bc i have it. and this woman. was EXCITED #like she was interested in and valued my perspective as a sick person. which is wild #also that was my last rotation and i got really sick during that time. i had a flare up and didn't finish any of my assignments on time!!#bc of that illness! which she is now familiar w bc i did an assignment about it! and yet. and yet #SHE reached out to ME months later to be like. hey i have this position open if you want to apply here's the link :)#and then i had to interview with her and she did not pull any punches it was the longest interview i've had and she asked killer questions #and at one point she asked the question. what do YOU bring to this profession w YOUR perspective. and i just...#i said fuck it i went for it i answered honestly and said i'm autistic and autistic ppl understand each other in ways nts don't #(but like. framed intelligently w references to published research and good resources)#and you have autistic clients already and you will have more in the future bc all of us are weird about food!#and. she hired me. this woman knows i am 1. physically disabled and 2. autistic #and she hired me anyway. scream. remarkable woman. i want to know more about her.#and i don't want her to regret her decision so i gotta be on the ball!#**** it's private practice but the boss the one whose practice it is she's on a soft maternity leave so she's not seeing clients rn #so she's managing the practice. and on top of that there's also one woman who's job is just admin and insurance and billing etc #so after i finish the onboarding paperwork (almost done already) i won't have like... any more boring paperwork #it's a private practice job and i don't have to worry about billing which is the nightmare everyone dreads. incredible INCREDIBLE #ANYWAY gosh. it's all a lot! but good!#oh AND it's Books' birthday next week!!!!! we're gonna go out with their family one night then with their friends then just us #and i know exactly what i'm gonna wear (a tiny slutty dress) and i just got their gift (which i know they'll like) so everything is so !!!

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giantkillerjack · 7 months

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My sister-in-law frustrates me to no end even though we barely ever interact because she keeps inviting my partner to parties with her Christian Republican friends, even though my partner told her not to send an invite to us if those friends will be there. And even though my sister-in-law is bisexual!!

And then she turns around and complains about not knowing how to deal with her friends saying, like, horrible sexist stuff as though that is just some natural unavoidable quirk of having friends!

Like, these Christian Republicans she has befriended don't seem to be kind - they're not even nice a lot of the time! They don't make for good friends, and she doesn't seem happy or supported in relation to them. In fact, she basically only ever talks about how her friends and/or current boyfriend are making her unhappy!

Because here's the thing: The effect of prioritizing 'including your Trump-supporter friends at your parties' over 'being invested in creating a safe space for marginalized people in your home', is that people who DO care about creating those safe spaces... won't wanna hang out with you! Because if you invite both cats and mice to your table equally, only the cats will show!

She's so afraid of losing the shitty friends she has now that she allows them to act as barriers to accessing friends who are invested in her wellbeing in a capitalistic hellscape!

It makes me sad because she's basically trapped herself, and there's nothing I can do to offer help without either compromising my morals or making my partner's life way harder by starting shit with her family.

Like, I consider myself a good friend, yeah? I try really really hard to be one, and it matters to me immensely. I am ride-or-die for the folks I love, and I am invested in being open and vulnerable and radically safe to be around when it comes to building strong friendships that are mutually fulfilling. I have a unique talent for validating people that I have honed for years because I genuinely want to make sure people feel safe and loved and seen.

And if my sister-in-law and I were friends, I could give all of that to her. I would strive to be an example of what it looks like when someone decides to care about you and treat you right on purpose, without expecting anything in return but your mutual respect. She would be family. She would be [Queer] Family. I would see to it that she knew she could call on me when she needed a friend.

But like.

This asshole has invited me to hang out with Trump supporters on multiple occasions.

We ain't gonna be friends.

#original #diary #family shit #I'll just continue to act friendly at family events #my friends help make me a better person. i don't think she could say the same for hers. makes me mad and sad #reminds me of the time i had to end a friendship bc a woman i had been inviting to group events revealed to me that she was #literally friends with Kelly Ann Conway. yes the aid to the president. that Kelly Ann. and when i tell you this friend of mine did NOT #understand why her defending Kelly Ann Conway made me feel unsafe. it was WILD #that's how my sister-in-law reacted when my wife was like 'hey stop inviting my non-cis ass to parties with transphobes'#both made arguments similar to 'i already don't have many friends why do you want me to lose more??'#like girlies you can't invite me and a bunch of homophobic Christians to the same party what is fucking wrong with you??#you can goddamn bet if you came to one of my parties there wouldn't be anyone there who'd try to defend the Trump administration #loneliness is frightening and painful and no joke but cowardice is no joke either #and this attitude meant that my wife and i could not safely rely on her when we went through several crisis situations #and this is something i find difficult to forgive bc shit was touch and go over here for a couple years #my wife isn't even as salty as i am about it but she never is when the primary person harmed is herself #maybe if sister-in-law recognized the flawed behavior and changed but she probably won't tbh and i have shit to do #have fun with your fascist friends girlie i wonder if sometimes it feels more lonely than if you were alone #have fun practicing the white silence our parents got so good at; you're really carrying on the family business your dad must be so proud <#i haven't had to deal with friends saying sexist shit for literal years sorry you've made yourself unsafe to trans people i guess #making friends is hard i know that all too well. but i also know that the more friends i make who make me feel sad and small #then the less time i have for friends that make me feel loved and motivate me to be a better person. time=limited. people=over 6 billion.#school was harder because the amount of folks was more limited. same with small towns. but we are all ADULTS LIVING IN CHICAGO #capitalism makes finding friends harder too but like it has GOT to matter to you that Trans people and POC feel safe #we each have control over whether oppressed people feel safe around us. don't fucking waste that.

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mell0bee · 1 year

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perhaps i shouldnt say anything bc im not caught up but that imogen design..... hmmmm.

#the art is gorgeous & i love everyone elses designs. i dont want to insult the artist. moreso laura probably (sorry laura ily)#i liked imogens OG design so much bc of the slight cowgirl/indiana jones vibes but still obviously fantasy adventurer it suited her so well #i know there's a lot of 'imogen main character' discourse floating around & i kind of agree but i think the only reason why what theyre #doing w her rn is semi-working for me is bc they play up the 'cursed chosen one' aspect of it. i love cursed chosen ones #& her design plays into it. western adventurer aesthetic showing her more practical personality + the magical girl vibes #this new design is giving like. average MMO generic sexy mage playable character. u know what i mean.#its not even giving magical girl minus the sailor moon circlet thing. big sad.#also arent they in wilde/mount. isnt it cold there. girl u are going to freeze.#love how this is the thing im critiquing on lmao. i think for the most part i have gotten over the critiques i have of c3 like. emotionally #the plot and stakes critiques u know #knowing vaugely what happens has really been helpful. i have time to process the stuff that i dont like and get over it lol #so when i actually get to those parts i can try and. ignore the flaws and just enjoy myself. has been working so far #bee watches c3 #& ive been having fun redesigning imogen even tho im not up to that part yet!#i need to get better at. drawing in general. so

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arcadian-vampire · 1 year

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Do you have an info or art about the other characters involved with Kalamari??? Esp Glass since you mentioned them directly!!! OwO

Okay SO I do have a few things!! Most of these are old and a lil messy/outdated, so I'm really hoping to whip out a bunch of new stuff soon, but!! I'm gonna put everything under a ReadMore link again bc boy I have things to say and none of it is organized or really coherent so good luck (and also I am still shy)

I've got my two protagonists, Iso (I-20) and Aerani--

[These are Old outfit designs, I redesigned them sorta recently but haven't finished a drawing of them, sobs] I first drew Aerani in like, 2016 I think? and Iso followed not long after! Iso is a bunny chimera, so he's got big silly ears, wahoo. Chimeras have identification codes to keep track of like, when they were created, and Iso's is I-20: Chimera Generation I, Specimen Number 20. Aerani gave him the nickname Iso <3

Here was Iso in like. 2017? 2018? idk but it was ages ago. He's changed quite a bit, mostly bc I would Constantly misplace sketchbooks and Constantly forget exactly what things looked like lksad;f

This era of my art was so cute,, I wanna draw hair more like that again tbh

Here's a semi-recent doodle wip of their new outfits, hoorayyy. Don't mind how unfinished it is and my silly notes all over the place. I'm gonna just redraw this at some point bc my art has improved since then aklsdjf;lskdk

Comfy boys!! Iso's clothing is always kinda ill-fitting bc he Hates skintight stuff, and he is gonna lose those cute slouchy boots SO fast bc I'm gonna drop him in the desert. Woe, sand be upon ye

Iso used to live in a mansion w a rich guy that was Kind Of A Dick, until that guy's daughter-- Iso's childhood best friend-- snapped and killed her dad w a fireplace poker. I haven't drawn her yet and honestly How Dare I. I wanna draw her making flower crowns w Iso

I was Nervous about jumping straight into making smth about them, because I feel like I need wayyyy more practice to be able to tell the story I really wanna tell, so I ended up scooping up my dorky purple merchant Kalamari like 'you know what sure, you can be the protagonist of my practice project and it will be Silly As Hell'. I call my main Eventual Goal 'Quote Unquote Quest', so Kalamari's adventure I'm calling 'Quote Unquote Quest Negative One', since it becomes before the main thing! Aerani will be in that practice project as a side character, bc he's Glass's little brother, but Iso won't be

Also, please witness Aerani's pet, a squishy jello-like blob he calls a frog. It is absolutely not a frog. It sits on his head a lot and makes squeaky lil noises

Here's another chimera! She's much older than Iso, from gen F! The only one left from gen F actually. She calls herself Fa, and she doesn't like to talk, she just hangs out by a pond all day to watch the fish

This is OLD so I'm def gonna redraw it soon, but here's one of my antagonists! They by the name Scratch, and they're sort of. the opposite of Kalamari. I have So Much I wanna draw abt them omg,,

While I do like their color palette, I'm gonnadesign one to match. everyone else. The colors I wanna use for this project (that might eventually change ofc) are brown, orange, golden yellow, magenta, a slightly more purple magenta, violet, indigo, and blueee, with Very Dark Blue and Very Light versions of the other colors for lines and junk. Basically Kalamari Colors ft. some extras to spice things up, since my silly littol practice project revolves around her and how he sees the world:

Everything is very saturated of course bc I'm. cannot and will not use desaturated colors. It's kind of like my chunky lineart-- I can try So Hard to make it thin, but that just doesn't look right to me and as I work woopsie everything is thick and I'm dying

AND FINALLY. MESSY SKETCHY WIP OF GAY PEOPLE IN MY ART PROGRAM

Glass and Kalamari!!!!!!! I hadn't drawn Glass yet and I'm crying bc she's turning out so cute. sobs. I was working on this before I realized oh shit yeah the oc tournament is posting Kalamari tomorrow, and I had to stop to go finish up my other art + my oc sideblog bc I wanted that to all be ready to go

#pikaposts #alo(e) art #quote unquote quest #slides facefirst down the stairs. thank you for attending my chaotic infodump. don't ask me how long i spent writing it #i wonder what it's like to be a person that can write a simple post in a reasonable amount of time. must be wild.#what do y'all do w all that free time #anyway i need to practice drawing more i am Dying

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