Inktober Day 15: Legend

Practicing backgrounds with my ocs Casper and Orion. :)

No....🏮

This is so AWESOME!!!

NOW THIS IS A FUCKING LIGHTSABER FIGHT

2nd times the charm, right?

*set after the robots attacked Lloyd and the others at the Tournament of Sources

Aaren could not get back to sleep, no matter how much she tossed and turned on her bed roll, sleep seemed to elude her. That wasn't necessarily a new thing, even before the merge and getting her visions, her sleep had never been the best, but after being rudely awakened by a robot assassin attacking her and Lloyd, she figured that might be the main cause for tonight's insomnia.

The backyard seemed to glow under the moonlight, with spots of shadows landing on the pond and other spots due to the trees and buildings around them. As she scanned the grounds, passing over the pond, the training equipment, and even the trees, Aaren could not spot her brother. Wondering where he could have gone, she stepped farther from the door, only to hear the slight shuffle of tile above her. Smiling slightly, she turned to face the awning before allowing the wind to help her up.

After what felt like eternity, Aaren heard the blankets rustle next to her. Lloyd she thought, internally sighing as the slight footsteps of her twin faded away. Slowly, as not to disturb the others, she got up and dodged the others laying around and followed the sound of her brother to the back porch of their housing. She paused slightly as she passed Cole, who shifted, grumbling slightly about cake. She smiled every so slightly at how some things never change. Though last time they were in a tournament, their room arrangements were not nearly as close together, what with all of them having their own element themed rooms. Plus they were missing the Julians last time, this time they have all the nindroids, but they were missing Kai, Jay, and James.

Getting sidetracked, Aaren refocused as she slid the door shut and took a look around to try and spot Lloyd.

Once she was on the roof, it was easy to spot Lloyd. His back was towards her, though she could see he was balancing on the ridge of the roof as he looked towards the moon. Approaching quietly, she positioned herself next to her twins left, and found him hugging his knees to his chest. Aaren didn't say anything at first, just joined him at looking at the moon, though if she caught the slight reflection of a tear sliding down his cheek, she didn't say anything. Granted, one of the for better or worse things about being twins, especially prophesied twin saviors, is that Aaren had a good feeling why Lloyd was up there.

After a while, Lloyd finally broke the silence, his voice cracking slightly. "Do you think we are actually cut out to be masters? To lead the team through the tournament? Are we really at the same level as Master Wu...as.."

"Dad?" supplied Aaren quietly. She still didn't look directly at her brother, for she feared if she did, one of them would end up letting the tears come tumbling out. "That was the reason you pushed so hard to say you weren't ready to be the Master to help the others through the Tournament...why I....felt not ready either."

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Lloyd nodding slowly, wiping his eyes as subtly as he could. "It's just....the last time we were in a situation like this...in a tournament...dad was there to help. And at the end of it...we still failed and...and he...we...we lost him. I...how do you live up to him being an amazing teacher and helping us through that tournament? How...how do we know if things are going to end up being the same this time around...or maybe worse...I...I don't want to disappoint the others."

Lloyd slowly curled in on himself as he finished his rant, and he feared facing his sister. He didn't want to see the disappointment on her face. Instead, all he heard was the sounds of shuffling on the roof tiles, before feeling a warm arm wrap around him. Not being able to bring himself to lift his head from his knees, he felt Aaren's chest take a deep breath.

"It's ok to be scared...It's ok to miss dad.. I still miss him too, and trust me...when we heard that this was essentially another Tournament of Elements, my brain immediately went back to the last one we participated in..." Aaren slowly breathed out as she shifted slightly so Lloyd's head ended up on her shoulder. "I was like, How is this going to be different from the last time? This go around, we are down a couple more team members and both our masters? How am I gonna live up to being a proper Master like Uncle and dad?"

Shaking slightly, she continued to look at the moon as Lloyd slowly turned his head to see his sister's face, tears slowly leaking down the side as she continued to breathly say, "In the mists of my doubts though, I saw your doubts too, and then I remembered something dad told us. That we have to try our best, to learn from our mistakes and the lessons of the past so that we can do better in the future.....Trust me, it's hard being here... without dad or even uncle. But we as much as I hate to say it, we are ready. We have been given great examples of how to be Masters, but we also have to learn from their mistakes too....The two of us need to work together to help and encourage the team. We need to try and figure out what Ras has planned before the tournament ends... Yesterday is gone, tomorrow has yet to come, we need to worry about today. We need to figure out how Ras got those robots into here, and we need to figure out how to make sure everyone stays in the tournament as long as possible....What do you think...up for the challenge to make Dad and Uncle proud...to make yourself proud?"

Lloyd sniffled slightly too as Aaren slowly turned towards him, her violet eyes meeting his emerald green. He nodded his head slightly, whispering, "Yeah, I want to make them proud. I miss dad and I wish he was here...I know he hasn't been here for a while, but...being in this setting just got to me a bit more that I thought...plus I..I don't want to not let you guys all down...I just...the pressure gets to me sometimes you know? I...I don't understand how you can have everything together nearly all the time...at least you got it better than me...."

"Lloyd," sighed Aaren, "I..I don't have it together as much as you think, I just...I have just learned how to hide it better...but you can't compare yourself to anyone...especially not me. None of us are the same person, we haven't been through the same things, our childhoods before all this ninja stuff were different...All we need to do right now is focus on the tournament, help eachother if one of us is struggling. Think on the lessons dad and uncle taught us, and help our family. Ok?"

Blinking, Lloyd thought for a moment, and for a second, Aaren thought he was going to rebut her. "Ok, lets do this," stated Lloyd with some confidence. A slight flare of power in his eyes echoed his statement.

Feeling a little bit better, now that the real issue that had been boiling under the surface, Aaren could feel at least some tension come out of the duo. Braving a slight smile as the two started to climb back down, Aaren commented "Come on, we should probably try and get a little bit of sleep before the tournament starts. Besides, I know it might seem a bit daunting, but second times the charm, right?"

[Ninjago] no I do not know why I like drawing angry Kai so much. No I will not stop

I am convinced everyone in existence is like a Ninjago character. Reblog and I'll send you an ask of which one you are

To the Stars who listen and the Dreams that are answered...

I was listening to Luminary by Joel Sunny when writing this. And saw the quote from ACOMAF.

-- I have always felt connected to the elements, each one in its own different way. But as the days go by, its switches from time to time. I think you feel most connected to the element that you needed at that time. Maybe not the one that you felt like you were. As there are always checks and balances, whether you believe that or not is up to you. But it's what I always have believed.

While I never felt fire as much, it came with the burning passion. The desire to protect those I love, to be fully of fury and love. Contrasting but complementing the watery movement, the fire would stay strong to its path and burn anyone that got in its way, but it also gave off the homey vibes. The warmth on a cold autumn night. The laughter of fire and comfort, a light inside of the darkness, a spark of hope that something was still alive.

Ice has always been tricky. I could feel it in my veins when fear and panic come through. When I am so cold I just want to sleep. But it has its own creative side. Where each snowflake is so beautiful but different from the rest. Where the fun of playing in something so soft and while it might feel like a hundred miles away, imagine a little shop full of elves making toys. Of Jack Frost nipping at your nose, the Guardian of Fun. Of Santa and all of his wonders. Of the amazing designs that frost or snow can create.

Even then, I feel that jolt of lightning come through me at times. When I would touch an object and feel the electricity spark onto me. Where I would imagine it hopping from line to line, filling me with the energy to take part in the activities around me. Seeing that spark of mischievous talent lying in wait. For the right person or moment to set it off. For it to get people excited. To get them moving.

But even then I was never drawn to those elements as much as I thought. They would tickle the back of my mind, letting me know they were there, but not as much as the others did.

At first I thought it was earth, strong and steadfast. Willing to be stand the test of time without ever moving an inch. The leader of the group and the one everyone uses as a pillar of support.

Then I thought it was Water. Constantly moving, shifting and flowing. Blue as the sky and the waves it creates. Powerful but calm, the common sayings of "the calm before the storm" or "There is strength beneath the sea." It was healing and allowed me to follow my own path, and conform to whatever I needed to be at the time. Be a force to be reckoned with.

Next was Air or Wind, whichever people see fit to call it, but I see them as one in the same. I see wind as a presence that gives life to everything. That it's a moving force that cannot be seen, but everyone knows that it is there. That it can be as strong as a hurricane, or spinning as fast a tornado, be as light a breeze and warm or cold when it needs to be. That there is nothing it is attached to, but everything is attached to it. That it is free to do how it pleases, but never once asks for more.

And then comes the Stars, the space between our world and the next. It has drawn me to it in the past while. Lending both mystery and wonder. Darkness and light. Curiosity and adventure. It has this appeal to it that I can't quite explain. As if it has everything that the elements are, but nothing that they are at the same time. For stars can burn as hot as fire, flare and flow like water, turn ice cold when they die. They are steadfast rocks, constant in our sky, lighting up the world with their glow. And even though they are deep in space, their light acts as if it is being blown in the wind, and imaginary force. The stars are peace, they are hope, they are in the darkness and have decided to reflect the light. People wish upon those stars. They send their love and hopes and dreams, in the prayer that they are not ruined. They look up to the stars with stories from old, of brave men and women that represent the constellations above. Who we can learn from their triumphs and their failures.

All of the elements have a place in my heart. In my body. And while it might be hard for people to understand, each element is connected in its own way. Just like each and everyone of us is connected. We just can't see it yet.

Today

25 years of ads peeled away

Happy New Year!!!! 2020 is here!!! Final drawing of the decade. Had to draw my two main characters from my original story Eclipse. I felt inspired to draw them while I was listening to "Into the Unknown" by Panic at the Disco.

Not going to let this die ;)

painfully boring and shallow villainous white character: exists

y'all: this is… the love of my life? my fucking cinnamon apple?