I’ve been posting weekly photo-fiction to my new tumblr, The Shortest Story, and I thought I’d share some of my favorites so far. If you enjoy this, consider reblogging or following on Tumblr, Facebook, Tapas or Instagram!
Ahhh, @nightingalelost done such a wonderful job on that picture of her. I love it dearly.
Svela is a dawn caste, fairly obvious by her big smash fists haha. She’s from a Mammoth tribe in the far north, and was the chieftain of her tribe for a small period of time. Her upbringing wasn’t the best, since she killed her mother on birth, her father felt deep rage towards her. He put Svela through harsher training, and more rigorous exercises. Her impressive size and stature also gave her an edge over most warriors, as well as her older brother.
In time, her father had to accept she was the greatest warrior in the tribe. And so, rewarded her with her gauntlets, an artefact which has been handed down through her family, only given to the greatest of warriors. Svela, at this time hadn’t’ exalted yet so couldn’t wear them properly, but had the strength to lug it around. This enraged her older brother, who left the tribe in anger.
Her exaltation came when she went on a hunting trip, shortly after her father’s extreme illness and him giving the title to Svela. When she returned, she found her people slaughtered, and in this time of great sorrow for her, she exalted. Svela searched through the bodies, finding her father’s dead body curled around the gauntlets. Svela grieved for days.
After this, she took her gauntlets and headed south. Hearing of a city filled with strong fighters. Svela wished to get stronger,so she could come back, find, and kill what slaughtered her people.
It took her a while to adjust to Fortitude, she had to learn the local language, and get herself comfortable with the place.But, not many placed with ceilings are comfortable for a 9ft tall giantess. Once, moderately settled, she threw herself into the fighting pits. It didn’t take long till she was crowned “Man-Eater”.
Shortly after this, she met a man named Maso, and a woman named Callow. They convinced her to assist them in displacing the current ruler of the city, in-favour of someone they could easily puppet. They decided on the Hog’s of Fortune, a gang within the city.
Svela wishes to inspect this leader, to make sure he was worthy, in her eyes. Svela and her compatriots went there. Within a few interactions, Svela and Maso found themselves surrounded by guards. Which Callow, a member of the Hog’s of Fortune, was kissing ass.
The leader came down, inspected Svela, telling her she was a nobody to challenge him, and that she was just some girl, who would have to prove to him she could kill ten men.
Svela stormed off, soon to be led my Maso, to a high tower run another gang, called the Silver Masks. Maso had some ideas of his own, other than Svela’s murder rampage. He attempted to convince her that she should care for this city, and forget the tribe of her past. She dismissed him. Then, she walked up to a guard, said “Catch this.” Then slapped him so hard his neck broke. She then proceeded to kill 9 other men, collecting their masks as proof.
Svela’s not an idiot, by any standards, she a good tactician and a smart brawler. Though she’s very stubborn and honourable.
Thank you for asking about my character! I love her quite a bit tbh. Her smash fists are made of pure Oricalchum btw!
A finished Svela for @yabilikehoney ,who is a Northern-born Dawn caste solar Exalt 8D she’s got giant orichalcum gauntlets and I’m pretty sure she could kill you just by looking at you.
SHE’S BEAUTIFUL and i love her gauntlets
Last night’s dream theme: suicide?
Had one dream where Bubbles from the Powerpuff Girls was friends with Mandy from Billy & Mandy. She learned Mandy didn’t show up to school one day because she had committed suicide. Against her father’s wishes, she cloned her friend (and the clone remembered dying). Sad dream.
Had two more that I can’t remember but know they involved suicide.
Last dream was myself and a bunch of other people my age were back at high school studying video games. Dude Bros kept getting in fights with me over things like “don’t criticize this thing I like” and “why do you have to be critical this thing is new and therefore fun/better” and blah blah fake girl gamer. I asked to go to the bathroom and got teased by a guy that I’d have to deal with all the kids who ever committed suicide. I went to the bathroom anyway. Got into the stall and was overwhelmed by the sheer amount of angry and sad and fearful voices talking about their choice to die; what led to the decision. I pleaded with them, trying to offer help, to be there. They got angry with me. The bathroom shook. I just wanted to help. I left the stall to find that a huge pile of clothes had accumulated outside the door. They all belonged to the victims. I felt so bad. I went back to the classroom. They were writing something quietly. The guy went to make fun of me again. I took out my pen and angrily drew a villainous mustache on his face. I was getting yelled at by the teacher when my alarm went off.
I was looking for clothes for Manus and somehow found this dress, which reminded me so much of @sagedarkwoods‘ Air Aspect Cynis Meara that I had to draw her in it. she was always (in)famously dressed in artful collections of scarves and sparkly things, and not much else. Meara started the campaign dancing on a table, ran two brothels and married an akuma during the course, and ended up as the richest woman on the Isle and right hand to the new Emperor, her bestie.
A Quiet Respite 
