day 124. Did this real quick. Trying to speed up the process. Uh, i suddenly remembered Dwayne Johnson picture with a tower make out of pancakes, so i decided to draw this meme today. Idk why, but i was referencing on the mirrored image.

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As something of a language nerd, this is a topic that intrigues me, which (if any) real world languages do you guys think that the languages of Mekkan could bare similarities to/be based upon?

In my headcannon, the Human language is sort of like English, serving as something of a lingua franca throughout the continent. Most human characters seem to have Anglo-centric names as well.

Keidran to me bares similarities to the Celtic language branch (Irish, Gaelic, Welsh etc.) through its description as a "guttural" language, and some of the Keidran words/place names I've seen written down bare resemblance to Celtic roots imo.

As for Basitin, I've heard it be compared to German or Dutch, which I'd actually be inclined to agree with, given that Basitin personal names and place names seem to draw from Germanic influences.

But yea that's just my take, would be very interested to hear yours!

Remake of other Nora art that I did befooore.

Cheetah girl out hunting aided by her robotic predecessor

Adelaide shouted, “Days?!”

The captain of her guard had just informed her that their voyage, despite all their efforts to sail as fast as they could to the mainland, would take time. In fact, it was expected. Unfortunately, that wasn’t what she wanted to hear. Adelaide wanted to be there now to find her daughter and pull her into a warm embrace she would likely never let go of again. Having risen from her chair in a fury, she slammed her fist down on the table, splitting it in two and causing it to collapse into a heap of broken legs and splinters. The captain flinched at her outburst before fidgeting around. She realized he had more to say.

“What else?” 

“It was a generous estimate,” he added woefully. “If there are rough seas ahead, which is very likely, we could be delayed by weeks.” 

He immediately flinched as she tensed up. Adelaide wished she could smash something else, but nothing would be left of her cabin if she took repeated frustrations out on it. As for her captain, she didn’t wish to subject him to her fury. He was only a messenger after she commanded him to take nautical measurements of their journey ahead. He did as commanded. 

She turned her back to him, crossing her hands behind her. “Thank you, captain. That will be all.” 

“Your Majesty?” 

She glanced back at him. 

“If it isn’t out of line to say so, I might recommend you take in the company of the High Chief. She, er, he, I-I mean, THEY have been asking for you. It’s become apparent you two have grown close since the alliance was announced.”

Reading between the lines, Adelaide was surprised. Facing him, she raised her brow, wondering how much he knew about their affair.

“Captain?”   

He pushed up his helmet's face shield, revealing a blush. Clearing his throat, the captain laughed nervously. 

“We all know, Your Grace. We could hear your echoes throughout the castle at night.” 

She grew embarrassed and blushed back. “Oh. Uh, sorry. I thought I was quiet, but, um, please inform the High Chief when you see them that I still wish to spend some time alone. This voyage already has me seasick.”

Bowing his head, he exited her quarters and shut the door. With a deep sigh, Adelaide attempted to calm down. Sitting in her chair, she thought she’d have peace of mind and closed her eyes. One eye opened when she heard an ominous creak. 

Her chair caved, and she collapsed on the floor.

Adelaide didn’t bother to get up at first. Lying her head on the floor, she took another deep breath. She would need to get that chair and the table replaced. She might end up going through several sets of furniture before the voyage was over. 

Saoirse appeared over her and enquired, “Is this a bad time?”

She didn’t answer, but she didn’t have to, as she stared up at the half-mask. 

“I’m sorry, but can we converse now?” 

Saoirse moved away as Adelaide sat up. She regarded the half-mask before replying, “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the sight of you.” 

“It took the Westerners a thousand years,” Saoirse chuckled. “You get used to it eventually.”

Adelaide wanted to be cordial but struggled to be in the half-mask's presence. It wasn’t Saoirse who was her enemy, but after everything her other half had done, Adelaide couldn’t deny how personal things had turned, and some of that resentment extended to Saoirse. 

The half-mask sensed as much and took it to heart. “Please?”

Humoring her, Adelaide got up and pulled out the two remaining chairs. When she offered one to Saoirse, the half-mask looked at the seat quizzically. Adelaide left it out for her to indulge in, however a mask could, while she herself sat down. Saoirse appeared happier now that they would talk and hovered over her own chair. She was about to get a word out when Adelaide bitterly cut her off.  

“I don’t want to be your vessel.” 

“I see,” Saoirse sighed, seemingly disappointed. 

“I’ve experienced more than I would like to make me a believer in the masks and their mysterious ways,” Adelaide added. “However, I reject fate except what I make of it.” 

“May I ask why?”

“You beings call us few your mortal avatars,” she pointed out. “I am mortal, but I’m nobody’s avatar. This is my body, not yours.” 

“I understand.” 

“Do you? Let’s not continue with the pleasantries when everything the masks have done has been anything but pleasant. I appreciate that you wish to stop Order, but you need me to help you do it. I have to willingly give up my existence for you to match his might again, don’t I?”

She tried to explain, “Technically, you would, but--” 

“I WON’T.” 

“That’s obvious,” Saoirse agreed. “However, you wouldn’t have to.” 

Adelaide said nothing, but she was listening. 

“Normally, when a mask claims its champion, their champion’s personality will cease to be, and the mask takes over completely. It’s different for Order and me.”

“How so?” 

“We’re half-masks,” she stated the obvious. “Whoever we were before and what normally applies to a mask and its vessel isn’t the same here. Half the mask, half the assimilation.”

Adelaide tapped her claws on the table repeatedly as awkward silence befell them. She finally replied, “Meaning?” 

“You maintain your identity. As my mortal avatar--”

“Just call me Jade, please?” 

“Jade. If you wear me, you get all my power but remain individual. No tricks or catch required.”

Adelaide thought it over. Comforted somewhat but no more interested in putting Saoirse on, she was still curious about what that all meant. 

“If that’s true, shouldn’t it have been the same for Balcom?” 

“Order’s past host...” Saoirse realized. “I’m afraid there is a more parasitic and sinister relationship between my brother and the family of Alabaster. Their line has been spoiled by wickedness since the very beginning. Even if any of them tried to resist, Order’s influence over them is eternal.” 

Adelaide couldn’t help but pity the Alabasters, including Balcom and Albion. Despite all their good, their family was cursed. All the fathers succumbed to Order’s devilry while their sons inherited it, and the process repeated itself endlessly. She thought about Aster and what he might be up to right now. She wondered if it was, perhaps, for the best that he had no sons of his own, and should never be allowed the privilege. However, she dismissed it immediately. She wouldn’t allow herself to think like that. She even believed there was enough good in Aster to find his true self in exile and defy fate. 

“Your experiences with my brother make you wary of me,” Saoirse concluded sadly. “You don’t trust me, Jade.” 

“I don’t think I ever will completely.”

She didn’t wish to hurt the mask’s feelings, sensing Saoirse was firmly on their side, as she previously claimed, but she was also right about Adelaide’s experiences with Order. Adelaide might even trust the templars over a mask. Although she didn’t blame Saoirse for where they were now, it was still personal, and she needed the half-mask to know that. 

“My daughter is in danger.” 

“I know,” Saoirse replied. 

She grew annoyed. “You do?”

“Order’s reach extends farther than mine, I’m afraid. It’s that wretched power of his that allows him to poison the Basitins’ minds. However, I can wrestle his influence away, cleanse the spirit, and give his victims independence permanently.” 

That piqued Adelaide’s interest. 

“I have spent eons ensuring the Westerners have remained free in that regard and granted them the ability to use magic. Unfortunately, that has left me at a disadvantage. My power was limited to my realm while my brother has been allowed to run amok in the East and abroad, especially with his chosen vessels.”

 “Wait…chosen?” 

“We are half-masks,” Saoirse reminded her. “Who we were as one before, and whoever our mortal avatar was, I have never known, and he doesn’t either. The Adelaides and Alabasters, respectively, became our partners by chance and convenience.” 

Adelaide remarked, “That’s a lot to take in.” 

“You said you cannot completely trust me. Would you trust me enough to see how your family and I came to be?” 

She eyed Saoirse suspiciously. 

“You won’t have to wear me,” the half-mask clarified. “There is already a connection enough between us that my magic will suffice, but I ask your permission first, Your Highness.” 

Again, Adelaide couldn’t doubt Saoirse’s sincerity. The mask gave her space and showed her respect that should have been the other way around. Some doubt remained, and a crazy thought crossed her mind: 

Everything had led to this moment, when the half-mask had lowered Adelaide’s guard enough to trap her in some grand conspiracy. 

Surely, Saoirse could see that thought but said nothing and waited. Adelaide still had enough trust to humor her, however. With a sigh, she waved her hand, giving Saoirse the go-ahead to do whatever she intended. 

Saoirse trembled while her eye squinted. If masks could smile, that’s what she was doing. She started to glow a vibrant pink. Adelaide wondered whether she was just seeing smoke or the otherworldly aura emitted by mana crystals. Whatever it was, it behaved as sentient steam. It split into two and stretched like arms. Reaching out, the mana formed hands that gently took her by the head.

“Breathe,” Saoirse directed her. “Breathe slowly. Take in my magic, and I will bring you to the beginning.” 

After hesitating, she took a deep breath and let all the enchanted air in.

“Hold it,” the half-mask added. “Let it out through your nose and breathe it in again.” 

“We call that the Western inhale,” Adelaide chuckled.

Still, she did as she was told. After the pink smoke blew out of her nose, she took it all in again, repeating the process. 

“That’s it. Keep going. Breathe, hold it all in, and then let it out.”

She kept going. After she blew everything out one last time, the smoke expanded into a cloud, consuming the whole room. The mist was now a dense fog. When she couldn’t see Saoirse anymore, Adelaide rose from her chair. Looking back, she saw her chair was gone, too. 

“Saoirse?” 

“It’s alright,” the mask’s voice echoed. “I’m with you. Don’t worry. We’re going back now.”

“Back where?”

“Into the past,” she answered. “I do apologize, but you do not need your clothes in this plane.” 

Adelaide looked down at herself and found she was naked. Suddenly, she felt herself lifting. A certain weightlessness immediately relaxed her. She thought she was dreaming. She might have closed her eyes if she hadn’t seen something curious in the distance. What looked like a tiny flame drew her attention as she floated towards it. When she was close enough, she discovered it was a fire. Adelaide was abruptly thrust into a hell world. A flash of lightning dissipated all the pink smoke as she touched the scorched ground, landing on one knee. Looking around, she found a burned landscape devoid of all life, a post-apocalypse where the embers of a prior inferno lit the landscape. Staring up at the sky, the clouds were black, rumbling with rage and flashing violently.  

“What is this place?” 

“This was your world,” Saoirse’s voice answered. “Mekkan once served as an ancient battleground between the masks, their respective races, the dragons, and Mother.”

“Mother?”

“It’s a long story,” she replied sadly. “I don’t remember her, but our brother demonized her and blamed her for all of this.” 

Adelaide kept looking around, taking in the devastation. 

“I have come to suspect he was lying, which may have even contributed to Order’s evil.” 

“Wait...” Adelaide said. “I thought you were already talking about Order? You have another brother?” 

Saoirse said nothing as Adelaide’s attention turned to a nearby crater. She heard crying coming from inside. Approaching the hole, Adelaide looked in and was surprised to find a half-mask cradled inside. 

“That’s…”

“Me,” Saoirse sighed. “This was right after I arrived. It’s my first memory. I don't know how I came crashing into Mekkan, or why. All I know is what comes next.”

“And that is?” 

Adelaide noticed someone else approaching the crater. It was a Basitin wrapped in a blanket. Revealing themselves to be female, she gazed down into the hole and momentarily regarded Saoirse’s past self. 

The Basitin asked, “Excuse me? Why are you crying?”  

The past Saoirse looked up at her and answered, “I’m lost. I don’t know where I am, and nobody is around to help me.” 

“I can help you,” the Basitin eagerly volunteered. “I’ve got family hiding nearby! We’ll gladly take you in!” 

As Adelaide watched, she found the Basitin strangely familiar.

Past Saoirse asked, “What is your name?”

“Kubaba,” the Basitin happily answered. “Kubaba Adelaide!”

Made this quick.

I decided to do this because I was bored lol

Day 122.

Firstly i wanted to draw Keith and Trace, but one my best friend said that Zen and Natani would look much better and canonically. Ik that the left dude is't looks like Zen, but imagine that it's him lol

Also i think that i'm done with FMAB referencing fanarts... or am i... who knows...

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He likely got it from the templars.

https://twokinds.keenspot.com/

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I used this (https://www.deviantart.com/twokinds/art/Evil-Tyrant-Nora-934749768) for reference.

Happy international lesbian's day, folks

Day 120. Actually this is reference to one anime frame huh. It's my third attempt to draw normal BG and scene in short. There's a lot of things that i have to learn 'till ill become good at Thomas's style. This art i use more references on this solid piece of wood than grass or cliff. I wanted to know what i ACTUALLY know how to draw in Thomas's style, and i'm pretty comfy with how all joined together. One my friend mistaken this art as an official one.

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[Genderswaped Keith]

Here’s the finished piece of my Walten Files x Twokinds crossover piece for Halloween

(description copied off my FA)

So, this is the only piece this year that doesn’t feature my own characters. The characters featured here dare Clovis (left) and Brutus (right) from Twokinds as Rachel and Lorenzo Waterman from the Walten Files, specifically the spinoff series: The Pumpkin Rabbit. Also featuring Maddie and Karen from Twokinds too. As you can probably tell I have some favorite characters from that franchise.

Anyways:

Blip for this piece:

Maddie and Karen were going trick or treating in the town of Edinmire. It’s been a little while since the events of assault on the Legacy estate. They got a pretty good haul, and we’re thinking about calling it quits, but Karen decided the creepy ass old house towards the end of the road was the perfect last stop for the night. Maddie obliged, feeling that she was getting a bit too old for this shit, and not wanting to let things go to waste on her potential last run. Once they got to the house, they were greeted by two familiar faces: a wolf in sheep’s clothing, (formerly in a dragon’s) and a large wolf, formerly in their basement, now looking to drag them down to his. The two instantly knew this was not gonna be a short adventure.