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Nel nido di una mamma chioccia
To be fair
Anemone
almost late to therapy because i got distracted drawing anemone fucks sake
Anemone
I wanted to play around with trying to make an underwater drawing and play around with lighting. I figured a setting that was underwater and a dragon that I had a few rough designs and drawings of would work. I haven’t found a consistent way drawing any of the Wings of Fire characters or dragon tribes yet though.
A smol boy
Source: via Pinterest.com
New hyperfixation means new tumblr post to inspire me to write something! @nordictwin's I was a Teenage Exocolonist Stratos Kid Time Loop AU got me thinking: why do the kids in the AU suddenly have the power to remember? And when I start thinking I start scheming... what if it wasn't an accident that they remember? What if our lovable little scamp Sol tried a few new things across the loops and may have *accidentally* transcended a bunch of their friends with our favorite Faceless + Wormhole wombo combo?
So anyway: here is a short writing dump about Sol and Anemone borrowing from one of the original loyalty scenes in the game. (Nemmie is my favorite so that's who you all get) - enjoy!
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"The adults say we're not supposed t’ go outside the colony unless it's on expedition…" Anemone didn’t take her eyes off the teenage-shaped speck receding over the distant cliffside; wordlessly, she extended an open hand to the other and waited expectantly. The heft of her holoculars being returned to her is all the answer she needs before instinctively looping the device back around her neck. "And Dys just goes whenever he wants! What if he gets hurt? What if he dies?"
Or worse… Anemone wrinkled her nose, her mind filling in the pieces of just what worse could possibly entail. "What if he picks up a weird alien disease and comes back with three heads?"
Beside her, her lookout partner chuckled cheerfully – as if three-head-making alien diseases was a laughing matter –and Anemone’s cheeks flushed with the knee-jerk reaction that it’s her whose being laughed at. Maybe… maybe she’d didn’t know as much about what’s out there as the explorers – but hey, it hadn’t been proved there weren’t three-head-making alien viruses on Vertumna.
Anemone idly scratched her cheek, itching at the dry spot caused from her acne turned scales. “Ow,” she muttered instinctually; the jolt of pain snapped her back into the moment, where her eyes leapt up to the clifftop. No sign of Dys anymore. "I just… dunno what to do about it," Anemone admitted, "what do you think?"
They’re quiet for a moment: there’s a pause that’s full of uncertainty and hesitation, but when her friend spoke, the words are filled with something that Anemone couldn’t quite place.
"We should go after him."
It’s finally enough to take Anemone’s attention off the valley; she whipped her head towards Sol and couldn’t stop herself from staring at the other girl as if she had three heads.
"What?! Outside the colony? By ourselves?”
There was a glow in Sol’s eyes. Again, that sensation that Anemone just couldn’t place. Sol’s words were insanity – clearly meant to be a joke – but something in them looked… strangely… hopeful?
Anemone hadn’t really… Anemone didn’t leave the colony. Sure, she was 13 years old, and that meant she was old enough to join the expeditions team… but that’s not where she was meant to be. She liked watch duty. She was training to be like Kom and Rhett.
Exploring this weird alien planet – going out of her way to deal with its weird crazy animals and environment that wanted to kill them – she’d leave that stuff to those more suited for the task. Like Utopia and Uncle Tonin. Like Dys (as much as she hated to admit it). And… well, Sol.
Not her. Not Anemone.
“No way!” She shook her head profusely. And Sol laughed, but that little light twinkling in her eye had disappeared, so quickly dashed by Anemone’s words that she wondered whether it had ever been there at all. “Nuh uh!" Anemone repeated.
Sol teased her Nemmie some more, but somewhere deep inside, Anemone couldn’t help but wonder that her best friend seemed… disappointed?
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“Nemmie… do you trust me?”
At the time, it had seemed like a silly question. Anemone’s response, “Of course I trust you,” had been immediate. Automatic. Trust was implicit between the two at this point in their lives.
By their late teens, Sol had done more for Anemone then… anyone. She was at her side defending against every attack; she helped the colony’s scientists cure the Shimmer, and its farmers stave off famine. Sol had even convinced her to break off her toxic relationship with Vace.
“I need you to do something for me.”
So yeah, Anemone figured she could trust Sol, her best friend since diapers, to not do or suggest anything that would betray that trust.
“Nemmie… I need you to sneak out with me during Glow season.”
I haven't been excited about much lately, buuthhh... Dragon books have revitalized me!
I love "Wings of Fire". Funny thing is, I was introduced to them through some cool YouTube video (the same way I was introduced to the Warriors). I love "Warriors" too. Wonderful books❤💕❤💞💓💘❤💕❤💘💓💕❤💕❤
Took me back to my childhood. Reminded me of my favorite dino cartoon......
"The Land Before Time"
(I had a few episodes on DVD😭)
So I couldn't help but try to draw it:
Maybe I'll try to refine the drawing, maybe not.
I just wanted to capture that joy on my blog.
I remember seeing that video in a TikTok I saw-
still freaks me out-
Anemone runs from starfish
Translation: "Don`t close your mouth".
Seeing pics of remoras cleaning sharks` teeth I thought it would be interesting if one of seawings` resting activity was laying or sitting on the seabed, letting fish do their job (I know they have toothpaste but listen, this is more vibing).
Also those teeth...
Translation
Anemone: Shit...
Coral: A-Anemone! Who taught you this?!