Reading room, John Rylands Library (by x)
Reading room, John Rylands Library (by x)
A friend requested I make this, and so here it is, and I offer it to anyone who needs it, with all the authority vested in me by whoever vests these things. Print it out if you need to.
The best art advice ever given to me—ever, ever—was “Don’t be afraid to make bad art.”
You will make a whole lot of crap in your time. Some will be truly awful and some will be merely mediocre. And that is totally normal and totally fine and for the love of little green apples, just keep going, because that’s the only way I know to get to the good stuff eventually.
(I normally feel horribly egotistical mentioning my awards, but I think this counts as using that power for good.)
Because when you are a doll it’s all a game. It’s all safe. Pain is only where you let it be, things are what you want them to be, and time is somewhere else.
…and only when you really have to stop, when you have to do something important, something that matters, ‘it’ grips your heart and squeezes it and pulls you away and whispers of all the other things and tries to ‘save’ you from the ‘scary’ and if you agree on that…
She never got one proper name. And I’m not even sure if she qualifies as a demon-demon within the Avaverse rules but for me she’s as close as it gets. A crazy stitched doll with magic and books and needles and pins and trifles and baubles and all the little distracting things to keep the mind away and wandering and safe. I like to think that if she had to live in a futuristic distant world she’d pick something like the ages-old spaceship-landers turned into castle-towers like on Gene Wolfe’s Urth filled with things reminding her of distant places and times.
The hardest part was actually posting this. Posting things can be really scary sometimes :D
Name: Tia Falena
Name Inspiration: “tia” is part of the Latin name for a Luna moth (actias luna) as well as part of the Latin name for her representative sin (avaritia). "Falena" means "moth" in both Spanish and Italian.
Sin: Greed. It manifests as emotional selfishness and the desire to possess others’ love for herself alone rather than material wealth, especially after death, though while living she had a great number of beautiful dresses and jewelry. Her host is a collector, packrat, and hoarder of many useless objects due to sentimental value as well as to fill up her loneliness.
Appearance: Marshmallow white fluffy hair, mint green skin, blue eyes without pupils and with black sclera, white furry moth fluff on the chest and hips, black legs and arms, tufts of moth fluff on the arch of the feet, strawberry red dress with designed spots on the bodice and star-shaped holes in the skirt, blueblack/blackberry colored tongue, white teeth (with canines), blue lips, long eyelashes, mint colored antennae with sparkling frost on the edges, frosted moth dust falling from the fluff on her hips, mint colored semi-transparent wings that lay like a cloak and fall on the floor. Her body is short in stature (5’2 or so), pear-shaped, and her fitness is slightly chubby, especially in her lower body (hips, thighs, etc).
Appearance inspirations: Luna moths, mint, frost, toadstools (dress bodice), poinsettas (skirt), stars, Calyptra (the vampire moth)
Host: Molly Pennyroyal
Host name inspiration: Pennyroyal is a type of mint while “moli” means “moth” in Romanian.
Host pupil shape: Star
Favorite food: Rare steak served on a bed of flower blossoms
Favorite flower: Poinsettas
Favorite color: Seafoam/mint
Favorite place to be: With her loved ones
Likes: Fashion, braiding hair, creation and design, being with Molly, deer, flower juice, singing/humming the songs of her homeworld
Personality: Feminine, protective, manipulative, sweet, motherly, caring, loving, can be very cruel and violent
Species: (yet to be named, working on one) An omnivore species of humanoid resembling butterflies and moths.
Homeworld: (yet to be named, working on one, but her home was an icy moon)
Bio: Tia was a great warrior and lead many battles. She was very savage and cruel. She rode on a great stag and was feared by many. She would use her moth dust to blind or paralyze her enemies. Sometimes she would drink their blood, consume them, or store eggs inside their corpses for her children to feed on when they hatched. She was a provider of a great number of warriors and had many children (thousands) with her husband. She loved to wear gowns and beautiful jewelry and had a great wardrobe and many treasures. Tia’s species would give birth to males in most instances. If a female was born, she was considered special. One day, one of Tia’s eggs hatched a female. She named the hatchling Luna and cherished her. She decided, for the sake of her daughter, she would never draw a sword or ride into battle again. She raised Luna with her husband, Feyrin. However, her decision to stop her malice would not end the wars and her infamy followed her home. Her home was attacked and she was left for dead. When she awoke, she found her daughter and husband had been killed. Distraught for days, she killed herself and was bonded with Molly, a newborn human child. Tia saw Molly as another chance at being a mother and raising a child. However, after losing Luna, she became overprotective of Molly, to the point where she became isolated from society and estranged from her family. Tia is very protective and manipulative in a “mother knows best” kind of way.
Pact doorway: A sealed door over Molly’s abdomen, below the navel. It is an ice crystal door with a brass password entry of a combination of four different letters/numbers. The password is LUNA. It is designed with moth wings, flowers, and stars
Mindspace: The inner mind world is a giant bed made of pillows, covered in frost, kittens made from snow, books, and stuffed animals. Surrounding it is trees with autumn leaves with light pouring in from a small glowing moon. Around those trees, however, are dead trees and the entire area is covered in a thick blanket of leaves. You cannot see the ground outside the pillow bed. The world outside it seems darker and foreboding, but not frightening. Everything is safe within the ring of autumn trees.
Colour version. d: Currently struggling with the commission, so needed something as break.
Seriously, my cats are so much more morning people than I could ever hope to be…
tinyshell wanted hugs and donuts, but I was all outta donuts so…
(sorry, crappy photo quality. I need either a new camera or my own good scanner soon. Going to scan it asap, so I can upload a better quality.)
A small reminder for myself. I get told about so many different things I’m supposed to be, I often forget what I already am. :) It is kinda hard to see such things sometimes.