Dining Kitchen in Seattle
Large farmhouse l-shaped eat-in kitchen with a light wood floor and a beige floor. A farmhouse sink, recessed-panel cabinets, gray cabinets, quartz countertops, a white backsplash, stainless steel appliances, an island, and gray countertops are all featured in this concept for an eat-in kitchen.
CEASELESS WATCHERS: TURN YOUR GAZE UPON THESE TWISTED FEARS!
(CW for Claustrophobia, mysophobia, scopophobia, body horror, Scotophobia, thanatophobia, autophobia, dementophobia, dysmorphophobia, megalophobia)
IT'S FINALLY DONE AHA! The art project I've had a full Year in the making is DONE! Some of these are newer (and on a different program than I started with) so some look a LOT better (or worse) than others.
Breaking things down, we have:
Lilia: The Vast
Cater: The Lonely
Riddle: The Desolation
Vil: The Flesh
Idia: The Eye
Rook: The Hunt
Jade: The Spiral
Azul: The Buried
Leona: The Corruption
Malleus: The Dark
Yuu: The Stranger (Ft. @bunnwich's Yuuta, @vaporvipermedia's Kei, @simpingseafood's Sasha, @honeyuuyuu's Honey, and my own Eugenio)
Floyd: The Slaughter
Jamil: The Web
Ortho: The End
And because I will always be Will Wood Trash: I decided to put Will Wood Songs to each Fear based on personal associations.
Before the big great revelations in 6.1 onwards, Mordred contracted sentient voidsents who wished to escape the brutal, endless "existence" of the Thirteenth, carried their souls over to the Source, and asked them to do some basic tasks to fulfill the contract before he returned them to the lifestream.
He used his house in the Goblet for the experimental voidgates that would bring them over, hence getting himself evicted once it was found out...
But that was his small way of helping beings who were part of a problem so grand Mordred couldn't even IMAGINE how they'd go about solving it. So he did this -- what he could do, which wasn't much, but certainly more than nothing.
In that house with its shuttered windows and locked door, Mordred also stored knowledge he figured was going to get him arrested, along with mementos too important and too painful to let go of. Stories he never told anyone, not even Theodore.
Theodore disliked the house because of it, because even he didn't have the key. None of the Scions knew where it was aside from Theodore, G'raha, and Tataru. But none of them had ever been inside either. They understood that they weren't invited, and knew Mordred was intensely private when it came to things that hurt, and didn't wish to cross his boundaries, et cetera.
But now it was gone.
So Mordred moved the whole debacle to his Island Sanctuary.
The mementos and the stories he never told anyone else, he moved them into the Baldesion Annex for archive.
It was... It was an open invitation, to be read. To be discovered.
“Dalamud draws closer by the hour. The embers of imperial attack yet float through the Shroud. And you still think now is the time to falsely accuse me? Are you daft?”