artcg | sunday siesta

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sunday siesta

If you have completed at least 5 prompts from this week (since the last Sunday Siesta), post links to them to claim 1 Random Stamp and 1 Notoriety. Writing & art fills both count!
Sunday exchange: you may turn in pieces that are non-artcg related for additional stamps.
- 1 Random Stamp for one completed or revamped character profile (limit 1)
- 1 Random Stamp for one new design (limit 1)
- 1 Random Stamp for one rough, completed piece (limit 1)
- 2 Random Stamps for one completed, print ready piece (e.g. something suitable for submission in a zine, or a chapter of a longfic)
- 1 Random Stamp for every completed, print ready piece thereafter (no limit)

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This post will be open until Wednesday 6 December.

1x rough doodles
2x print ready

i'll be back for the character profile & design later... and the bonus stamp... (laying on floor)

hatarakanai 12, marshmallow 03, kimlasca 05

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Ileane blinks, once, twice. The only thing that keeps her from walking out the door and ignoring the most recent annoyance in her life is the memory her question brings up - rain, wind, mud in her eyes, blood, blood, blood, fight or die. She blinks again, and turns, not exactly on her heel, but something thereof so she’s able to cast a gaze over her shoulder at the xaela who is suddenly shy and withdrawn where she had been invasive.

The axe holstered to her back is a great weapon, almost as long as she is tall, with a haft of metal hardwood and leather, and a great head of crimson molybdneum. It’s been her weapon of choice for so long she barely registers its weight, but its hardly weightless. Half her fighting style comes from making the most use of the momentum generated by the axe, letting its arc carry her across the battlefield.

“ It is not nothing,” Ileane says, eyes staring at some point above the xaela’s shoulder, “ but it was fight or die, and I lived. ”