A Chicken In A Firework Pattern Coat. Drawn Way Back In Early High School.

A chicken in a firework pattern coat. Drawn way back in early high school.

The character is Chinese (simplified) for Chicken, but I'm not sure if how accurate the shape of the lines and such are.

Merciana was a patient person. As a noble and a woman, patience was a requirement for survival in the cutthroat world of upper society. She prided herself on her patience and on her ability to maintain a polite, demure facade no matter the massive annoyance she faced.

But Latsu? The child had made it her life's mission to push every button the woman had. For fifteen years, her stepdaughter had made every waking moment a chore. For fifteen years, Merciana was forced to live with the constant reminder of her inadequacy. It roamed the halls of her home. It ate her food; slept in a room on the same hall as her; demanded attention from her daughter and husband.

Her husband... Merciana could barely remember a time when she loved the man. It felt simultaneously like eons ago and just yesterday that she was a child herself, swept up in the beautiful promises of a glamorous wedding and a dignified life. He had been poor back then. Son of a baker, apprentice of a merchant, barely three steps above destitute. But, oh, he was so handsome... Merciana's family was firmly middle-class, and Nanny often took her to the general store where he worked. They were the same age. He whispered in her ear that she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

Merciana often wondered how many girls he'd said such things to. How many before her? How many after her?

Mother and Father would never have agreed to her marriage to such a poor boy... But Mother died of fever when Merciana was fourteen. When she was sixteen, Father was mauled during a sport hunt, and died of poisoned blood. Merciana's elder brother oversaw her care for four more years, and he was far more lenient about her marriage.

Merciana became engaged to Ferdinand when they were seventeen. Then her brother died, and the two were wed a week after Merciana's twentieth birthday.

People whispered disapprovingly, of course. They married too young--they were not engaged for long enough. A proper lady should be engaged at fifteen, then married at twenty-five. A proper lady should marry equal or above her station. A proper lady this, a proper lady that. Merciana had hated the whispering and staring.

Ferdinand blessed her with a baby after three years of trying and failing. He wanted a girl; she couldn't care less if it was a boy or girl. Carmana was born, and they both rejoiced. Merciana loved her baby with every ounce of her being. Carmana was precious, beautiful, perfect...

Merciana loved her baby so much that she failed to notice how distant her husband was becoming. He became absorbed in his work, expanding their family's influence and wealth, pouring every waking second into his work. What few moments he took for himself, he dedicated to drinking. With drinking came women. With women came more moments away from work. With more moments, more drink, more women, more moments...

She knew about it, of course. She may have been involved in caring for her baby, but Merciana was no fool. She knew what was happening, but it still stung when he rejected her martial advances in favor of barmaids and working girls. She begged him for another child, but he steadfastly refused. Too busy, he always said. Not enough time for another baby.

Then Latsu showed up.

A priestess came to their door early one day, a baby in one arm, a note in her other hand. The baby was Ferdinand's, given up because the mother refused to keep her. Ferdinand took the baby in, gave her a name, and oversaw her care himself. Where Carmana's care was Merciana's domain, Latsu was solely her father's responsibility. Merciana agreed it was for the best. Why should she care for--or about--the product of her once-beloved husband's foolish behavior?

He did not even know the mother's name.

Merciana couldn't care less.

The child would not be her problem.

Latsu Villeforte, maker of beautiful dresses and causer of 70% of her stepmother's headaches.

I've been obsessing over this particular character of mine for weeks so prepare for lots of info dumping about her and all related stuff.

Made in LoveNikki

Baby Suicune I drew ages ago instead of listening to a lecture in middle school. I'm sure I didn't miss anything important

Team COPR

Cyrene Capri, Olli Cinne, Pastel Quinn, and Roura Lyo

Cyrene, the leader, uses a sword and manipulates her aura to create an explosive force upon impact. She likes birds, and the feather in her hair is a memento from her pet bird, Captain Crimson. She is the eldest of the team by about five months, but she is 100% the Mom Friend(TM).

Olli, a leopard faunus, wears armored gloves with spiked knuckles. The spikes are terrible for fighting Grimm, but she makes up for it with her semblance, which allows her to propel herself off any solid surface at high speeds. Her favorite past time is reading books to Pastel, and her second favorite past time is embarrassing Pastel by reading smut.

Pastel is blind due to an injury acquired on a hunt. Her semblance allows her to see the aura of other living beings, and after the injury took her sight, her semblance evolved to compensate. She now sees the world through a sort of echolocation, using aura instead of sound. (Aurlocation? Idk I'm not a scientist)

Roura has the strongest semblance, allowing her to control the mind of anything she can keep her hands on. She is the weakest of the team in physical aspects, so most team fights involve the other three assisting Roura in getting to the biggest threat to neutralize it. She loves to bake, so she celebrates successful missions by making tiny cakes in everyone's favorite flavors.

Each girl was made using hapuriainen's flash games, back before flash was exploded. Links applied if y'all are interested and have a way to play old flash games Cyrene: Snow White

Olli: Tokyo Mew Mew cc

Pastel: W.I.T.C.H. maker v2

Roura: Happiness Charge Precure

Buckle up, kiddos. We got a long post.

I was going through a box of old school stuff. Found a folder full of old artworks, and now I shall dump them upon the internet. This one's about keyblades.

Way back in 2005, my best friend introduced me to a little game called Kingdom Hearts 2. I had no idea what a Kingdom Hearts was, why there were two of them, or why there were so many Disney characters. But I became o b s e s s e d with the game. I played it constantly every day after school, and all day on the weekends. I introduced all of my cousins to it, and they became varying levels of obsessed as well.

My favorite part was the cool Keyblade designs. So like any artsy kid obsessed with a cool thing, I drew my own. The original page was ripped and stained, so I spent some time redrawing it on fresh paper. It's slightly higher quality than the original, so... There's that.

I got stuck on one of the bosses. Turns out I was pretty bad at the game lmao. After hours of frustration, I gave up on the game entirely and it collected dust for years. But my obsession continued, and I consumed all the Kingdom Hearts knowledge I could fit into my little goblin brain.

A few years ago, my boyfriend and I were obsessing over KH together, and we ended up designing a keyblade together. It's got a formchange, 'cause I thought that was the coolest idea ever.

The text on the Zodiac Moon Bow page says "Form change of Aimless Knight. Stars change color to reflect the element of arrows in use"

Anyways, this concludes my long post about keyblades. If you made it this far, I love you. Mwah