had some struggles with the horns, I really thought that they were just straight and at the end that pointed up. Later had a closer look and saw that they were curved
(I actually haven’t posted anything with art on my tumblr account since I’ve been mostly spending time posting on animo. Will post my other drawings later)
If Lup was being honest, she didunderstand why Davenport thought it was important to mix up the default groups they had all swarmed into after getting stuck on the Starblaster. The first year or so, he had suggested they swapped up who they were hanging out with every once in a while, but he hadn’t pressed too much. Now three years into the journey, Davenport had put his foot down when Taako and Lup had tried to team up together again for this expedition. It’s not that they didn’t work well together, it was just…
“Bonds,” Davenport had stressed, “have been created and must be sustained to keep us going. I’m sure your bond with Taako is strong enough that he does not have to go on a two-day expedition with you.”
Barry’s bond with her, apparently, was lacking enough that they didhave to go on a two-day expedition together. Lup liked Barry well enough. She could respect his commitment to the flame aesthetic. She did wish she was with Taako, though.
“So,” Barry said after a somewhat awkward silence had settled around their fire. First night in and out of conversation topics. This was going great. “What made you want to multiclass?”
“Just diving in with those personal questions, huh?” Lup said, just to see Barry blush.
“Well, I, uh. I mean-”
“Joking, Barold,” she said. “I mean like… I don’t know? I feel like it’d be kinda stupid to just stick to one thing. Evocation’s nice for lighting fires and, y’know, arson, but there’s more to magic than that. And me and Taako never really got the chance to just like, devote our lives to one field of study. We had to learn this shit on the fly. The more we could pick up, the better.”
“If you don’t mind me asking,” Barry said, which was always a great way to lead to a question that Lup didmind someone asking. “Is there any field of magic that sorta, uh… calls out to you? One you like more than the others? B- because like, I tried other things, and evocation just sorta came more naturally to me.” He held out a hand and a small flame sprouted from it, casting him in a warmer light than the fire gave off by itself. “So I was able to experiment with what I wanted to actually dowith my magic more easily. Anything like that?”
“I mean,” Lup said, racking her brain. “Taako’s always liked transmutation a little more than the others.”
“I’m not asking about Taako, though,” Barry said. The flame flickered in his hands. He extinguished it by closing his fingers into a fist. “I’m asking about you.”
No one really took the time to distinguish between her and Taako anymore. Not that the crew thought they were the same person, but it was always them as a pair. Like “I asked Taako to do this, so of course Lup is coming” or “Lup said this is her favorite shirt, so it must be Taako’s as well.” It didn’t really bother her very much.
But it was still a notable thing when someone did distinguish between them.
“If I tell you,” she said, “you gotta promise not to be like, creeped out or anything.”
“Promise,” Barry said.
“I’ve been reallyinto necromancy for a bit,” Lup confessed. “It’s not my main class or anything- I think rouge takes the cake for that- but it’s still something I enjoy. A little too much, probably.”
Barry sat back as if considering this answer.
“Not what I expected, to completely be honest,” he said. “But, y’know, it suits you.”
“Thanks?” Lup said. “I think.”
“It was meant as a compliment,” Barry said hastily. “Really. I just mean that like… you don’t seem like you’d stop for death. In a good way.”
“I don’t think any of us are gonna stop for death,” Lup said. Barry laughed, loud and bright like the fire, and Lup was starting to appreciate Davenport’s decisions rather than just understand them.
after watching the new suicide squad i was thinking about what a live action discowing suit could look like in that verse, so i painted over this other dick drawing that i did and ended up with this! tactical discowing ✨
“Vowing never again to become lost or trapped in the mazes created to trap their progenitors, the minotaurs became peerless trackers and mastered the secrets of magical navigation. Those secrets were left behind when they were forced to flee their ancient homeland.
The dread guardian who presided over the hallowed halls where young minotaurs were trained as sacred navigators still remains. Even now, the lich waits faithfully for the voices and footsteps of their people to return.”
My naym is pome / and lo my form is fix’d Tho peepel say / that structure is a jail I am my best / when formats are not mix’d Wen poits play / subversions often fail
Stik out their toung / to rebel with no cause At ruls and norms / In ignorance they call: My words are free / Defying lit'rate laws To lik the forms / brings ruin on us all
A sonnet I / the noblest lit'rate verse And ruls me bind / to paths that Shakespeare paved Iambic fot / allusions well dispersed On my behind / I stately sit and wave
You think me tame / Fenced-in and penned /bespelled I bide my time / I twist the end / like hell
* “lik” should be read as “lick”, not “like”. In general, the initial section on each line should be read sort of phonetically.
Written for World Poetry Day, March 21, 2018. When I had this idea earlier today, I thought it was the worst, most faux hip pretentious idea for a shallow demonstration of empty wordsmithing skill in poetry ever. So I had to try to write it. I mean, how often do you get to fuse the iambic dimeter of bredlik - one of the newest and most exciting verse forms - with the stately iambic pentameter of the classic sonnet?
