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Yo-tober Day 23: Eerie Tribe
So I’m at this conference where we get to do makeup, and since I didn’t get a chance to draw this morning, I used a makeup pencil to draw this.
But the real question is…
Is this Everfore or Eterna?
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У меня ещё много вопросов || Ричард Окделл | Рокэ Алва || Этерна
I had no idea the series existed. I am deceased!!!!!! This new Richard is so so cute!!!! And Alva, dear Lord T_T
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Me has dado a conocer la senda de la vida; me llenarás de alegría en tu presencia, y de dicha eterna a tu derecha— Salmos 16:11
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who: @moon-hwa
when: current
where: veil of veins
The butcher didn’t speak when Keir entered. He just wiped his cleaver on a blood-slick apron and stepped aside. Past the rows of swaying carcasses, behind a crate of salt-packed offal, a door cracked open. The music from a piano rose to greet him as he descended into the waiting dark, each note punctuated by a sharp exhale or muffled moan. At the bottom, a set of velvet curtains parted, revealing the sanctuary nestled in the underbelly of Eterna’s bazaar.
Patrons lounged in private booths atop silken cushions, necks bared, sleeves rolled, eyes half-lidded in ecstasy. A pair of twins draped over each other whispered for him to join. Their companion held out his wrist in silent invitation. A man with a violet ribbon knotted at his throat appeared in front of them to take his coat. “Always a pleasure, Maestro. We’re honoured by your presence tonight.”
Keir offered the maître d’ a polite nod and continued to the back of the speakeasy. Above his usual table, a woman hung like an offering, suspended from the rafters by rope. Keir removed his gloves one finger at a time, placing them beside the waiting crystal glass. Candlelight pooled in the hollow of his throat as he leaned back, watching her descend. She spun in slow, hypnotic circles, her gaze never breaking from his. When her outstretched arms hovered inches from his reach, she drew a slender blade from between her lips. With one practiced flick, blood spilled from her palm in a gleaming ribbon into the cup below.
“The service here is impeccable, wouldn’t you say?” He murmured to the shadows, attuned to the rhythm of the raider’s approaching heartbeat. His jaw shifted slightly as he exhaled. Moon-Hwa hadn’t been on the water for some time. “What’s brought you to ground?”
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hii thank u sm bestie!!
for the first one, i used to write stories with my friends all the time in middle school lmaooo it’s the primary way we communicated fhdk and ofc we all had characters who were like “raven emberheart” or whatever and had black hair and piercing green eyes and a rly dramatic backstory
for the second one, i’m gonna answer for all of them fdhjk sorry i can’t resist! i’m gonna go with like “this person is hysterical and this is what they do to calm down” rather than just stuff they like
Chia tends to self-isolate, but really what they want most is to be held when they’re upset, or to lay their head in someone’s lap while they stroke their hair and tell them it’ll be okay
Clay wants to either be left alone or for Chia to hold her hand in complete silence
Janice likes to write out lists of objective facts about the situation to feel more grounded and make it seem more manageable
Joel likes to go out with his friends and vent, then have a good time
Cat uses tactile sensations to ground himself (pulling hair, gripping at the carpet, etc)
i’m now realizing that i’ve actually used all of these coping mechanisms at one point or another gfhjkd