excited to share that i will be working at ign entertainment as a designer starting june 1! my first job out of school and what better way to start my career than to make stuff promoting video games :D
You frown as your tiny fingers run along the bruises that have blossomed their deep colors into your knees. You think back to what you have done to anger your aunt and it saddens you. She demanded you to make some tea this morning and you accidentally dropped and shattered her porcelain kettle as it was too hot. For that, she punished you by making you kneel on grains of rice for hours without anything to eat or drink.
Sighing, you hug your knees close to your chest and continue to watch the cartoon illuminating on the television screen.
It was strange- you’ve never met this aunt before. Neither of your parents has ever mentioned her name but she told you it was because she’s a distant cousin from your mother’s side. You know not to follow strangers, but when she mentioned both your parent’s names and a description of their appearances, you thought you could trust her.
So, when she told you that your parents were waiting for you at her house for a tea party, you willingly took her hand.
hey im currently working on my character’s backstory and im looking for some inspiration. i’d love to read your Raen backstories! any and all genders, upbringings, social statuses, occupations, as long as they weren’t born in eorzea (its okay if they live there now or travelled there though!), if any of you would like to share your Raen with me i’d really appreciate it!!
A little practice thing i did on Jacks newest picture!!! When I saw all those pictures coming out with such cool lighting i could not help myself it was SO COOL LOOKING. Came out surprisingly well too! Obviously i could of put a lot more detail in but this was more just playing around with the program and!!! I like what happened!!!
Willing to do more, so like… show me some blogs maybe? It’d be nice to have a stash of names to the side easy to pluck up, although do understand I probably won’t get to everything. I gotta treat these like little breaks, just something to warm up or down with when I’ve had enough drawing of the same thing over and over and over @_@
But as for the process: I check out your blog and doodle to my strongest impression. What it keys in on depends on what catches my thought process the most! It might be theme displays, music playlists, titles, descriptions, or even some posts on the page I hit. Who knows, it’s a mystery.
So welcome to “Fakémon Pangaea”, A fan-made Pokémon region in a universe where the landmass of the Pokémon world never separated resulting in a super continent that is home to all the Pokémon of the world, including your own!
So what’s the deal with this challenge?
Well personally I’m going to set out to create my own generation of Fakémon. If you’re interested in this, you don’t have to do the same as me, you can just draw whatever kind of Fakémon you want (within reason). Or if you don’t feel like drawing, or feel like you’re not able, you can always message an artist who’s taking part and politely ask them if they could help you bring your idea to life!
(Just please respect that if they’re doing the challenge, then they might be busy creating their own Fakémon, so be patient and understanding!)
Ok, so are there any guidelines?
Yes! Let me go through them for you!
- Firstly the Fakémon must be your own creation, I know it’s hard to come up with a Pokémon idea that hasn’t been done before,so I don’t mind you drawing influence from existing Pokémon or other peoples Fakémon, just as long as it’s distinguishable and stands out as it’s own thing. Fusions of pre-existing Pokémon are also Ok, as long as you can give a reasonable explanation as to how/why this fusion happened.
- Include a FakéDex entry. I know not everyone is going to follow this one and that’s ok, it’s why these are guidelines and not rules. But I think we’d all like to see some interesting information about your Fakémon, something that helps it stand out besides it just looking cool. Again, you don’t HAVE to do this, but it would be nice to see.
- Tag your image as “Fakemon Pangaea” so everyone can see it. Again, I won’t force people to do this, if you feel like doing the challenge and keeping it to yourself, that’s fine, this is just for a “community” kind of feel.
Ok, so what about actual rules?
So glad you asked! I’ve really only one rule.
- Keep it SFW, this is a challenge based on a game for children after all, so at the very least make it PG, I don’t mind minor, subtle references to more adult themes, but nothing blatant, I don’t want to see Pokémon based on genitals or anything.
Right! So with that I’m going to continue creating my Faké Gen. I hope you guys like the idea of this challenge and get a kick out of taking part.
If no one else takes part, eh I tried and at least I’m going to have fun!
TITLE: Tricking the trickster CHAPTER NO/ONE SHOT: Part two AUTHOR: Admin LMF WORD COUNT: 1394 ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Part one NOTES/WARNINGS: N/A
Sweat dripped down the back of your neck, the moisture forming a darker patch of fabric between your shoulder blades than the rest of the tunic. It wasn’t from the heat of fire encasing your hands, that never bothered you, but rather the exertion Loki was putting you through.
“I don’t know how much longer I can focus,” you said through gritted teeth, eyes following the princeling as he continued pacing back and forth around you, watching you.
“You aren’t focusing very well if you’re talking to me,” he pointed out, giving you a tiny smirk before turning his attention back to the book he had in his hand, ignoring you as you should be ignoring him.
“Maybe if I had incentive to do well, I’d try harder,” you argued back, taking a second to give him a sultry wink. Loki’s answering smirk made your insides quiver, almost causing you to lose focus.
‘You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you?’ his voice purred within your mind, a feather light touch letting you know he was present there as well as in the room. Two seconds later, he was gone. And you slammed back into place that iron wall that would usually keep him out, huffing for having fallen for his alluring words once again. Silver tongue was most certainly correct.
As much as you wanted to stop, you couldn’t. Loki’s magic was fighting with yours. Yet, he being the more experienced, and way more powerful, he didn’t even break a sweat and could focus on multiple things at once. Giant slabs of ice were threatening to crush you, razor sharp icicles jutting out from each slab, one on either side. Your hands were extended out, flames being pushed into the walls. Unfortunately, as fast as they were melting, they were reforming. A low growl of frustration was forced out of you. Your arms were aching, your mind exhausted.
Loki and you had struck a deal. A week ago, after you had enchanted your way into his chambers to steal back a prized possession of yours, he had trapped you. Both with his words and with his enchantments. Either you became his apprentice, or he would turn you in to his father. All your ‘activities’ as one of the sorceress’ that caused so much mischief had alerted the King of Asgard. The power was unchecked, but he hadn’t been able to find out who you were or capture you. Not as his son had.
“Loki,” you groaned, knees starting to wobble and threaten to collapse. Those green eyes looked at you from over the pages of his reading material, watching for two seconds before turning down again. A silent indication to continue with your exercise.
Another two minutes and the icicles were now just brushing your skin, hissing and melting upon contact only to reform.
You weren’t powerful enough.
Something felt as if it suddenly ripped within you, a huge flare up engulfing your body and the blocks of frozen water in flames. As soon as it appeared, it was extinguished.
“Was that so hard?” he asked, licking a finger before turning a page.
Loki’s book went up in flames.
When he did look at you, he found you were soaking wet, but the moisture it was quickly turning into steam. Harsh pants were heard and he watched as your knees collapsed, unable to support your weight after the extreme exertion. The annoyance from you having turned his book to ash was replaced with a pleased expression. Learning your limits was the first step.
“Get up, you need food to keep up your strength,” he encouraged, raising a brow when you didn’t so much as give him a vulgar gesture or curse at him.
Loki immediately stepped over to your side, kneeling next to you and slipping an arm under your shoulders to lift you into a sitting position.
“I can’t,” you mumbled, sweat now beading down your face and creating a sheen across all visible skin. “Too much, too hot.”
Loki moved his hand to your forehead, palm laying against the heated skin. You sharply inhaled at the stark temperature difference, pressing yourself more into his touch.
He saw his mistake now. A week was not enough for you to reach the limits of your abilities and not overdo it. Your body wasn’t accustomed to the massive amounts of heat it had to produce in order to keep him at bay. A mouse against a tiger. Cursing the nine realms, he removed his hand from your forehead and slipped that arm under your knees. Cradling you to his chest, Loki exited the old rooms he had used to study in and proceeded to take you up into his personal chambers. You haven’t been back in here since having been trapped a few steps in.
Depositing you on one of the couches, he slipped off his armor and leather jacket, keeping on his normal, deep green tunic. “I’m only doing this out of necessity,” he gave you a cool look before helping you out of your soaked outer clothes, leaving you in garments similar to his. With those gone, he picked you back up again, the coolness of his skin easily passing through your thin layers to ease your feverish temperature.
“I swear, I won’t do this again until you’re ready,” Loki muttered, more to himself than anything. This was his fault. He wasn’t aware of how little you used your gifts of flame. The tricks you utilized were the easiest, the flames not as easily mastered.
“I forgive you,” you murmured, leaning your head against his throat, tucking yourself under his chin. “You want to test me, and I want to piss you off,” you continued in a teasing manner, knowing Loki was smiling too.
He continued to hold you against him for the next fifteen minutes until you were beginning to get the chills from being so close to him. It was only then he carefully set you down upon your feet, keeping an arm around your waist once he noticed how wobbly you still were. Loki was still smirking, enjoying finally having you show a little weakness. Until now, the two of you would argue, flirt, train, then taunt each other some more. Neither of you wished to show weakness, or admit feelings for one another.
Ultimately, today had changed that.
Loki lead you out onto his balcony, the setting sun still spreading just enough warmth to ease your chills. Your strength was returning, but no way were you going to tell Loki to let you go. His arm kept you close, the coolness of his fingers sending a delightful shiver down your spine.
“Do you think you will be able to return home alright?” he murmured, looking down at your face.
“I don’t know,” you answered, leaving out the part about you not wanting to leave. After seeing how Loki had reacted to your burn out, it made you realize how much he cared. He had let his icy personality crack. The two of you continued to stand outside in comfortable silence, watching the sun as it set completely.
“Then you should stay here with me for the night, I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself,” Loki grinned, leaning down and pressing his lips against the top of your head. Warmth spread through your stomach.
“Is that the only reason?” you inquired, a tiny smirk beginning to uplift the corners of your mouth. Loki’s jade eyes twinkled as your gazes met, mischief present within them. He was a bit surprised when he found the same look.
“Of course,” Loki answered, voice dropping into a purr. He let you go and proceeded to back through the double doors, his eyes being the last thing to disappear. You proceeded to follow him, tiptoeing on silent feet. He was seated on the edge of his bed, beckoning to you. Your cheeks flamed red.
“The only reason?” you repeated again, stopping a foot from him. His wink was enough to make you crack, hurling yourself the last step, hoping to crash into his arms and his lips.
Unfortunately, you passed right through him, getting a face full of his silken sheets.
“By the rainbow,” you seethed, rolling onto your back only to have the real Loki lay himself on top of you and capture your lips with his.
I made this sigil using pebblegryphon‘s [sigil creation method], and it turned out pretty cool looking. This sigil is to help with energy and power boosts of any sort - electronic, emotional, physical… Great for low spoon days :)