Illustration
Drawings!
La Vahaadi and El Spark
DON’T ASK ME WHY GENDERBENDS AMUSE ME SO, THEY JUST DO, OK???!
Anyway, another swing and genderbend Vahaadi and Spark. Although I think it’s safe to say if Vahaadi were female her life wouldn’t have turned out at all like it did and I don’t think she would have ended up in this kind of servitude. I don’t know if Spark’s world would be all that different since she’s already a tomboy. I dunno! It’s just funny.
I suppose their dynamic would be really different too. I think FemmeVahaadi would be a lot more aggressively sultry than male Vahaadi, thinking a teenage boy would be easy to corrupt. But once she realized Spark is no ordinary girl-crazy teenager she’d stop, and she’d like him for it. She’d probably be a lot like Eris. I imagine HommeSpark might be like Beast Boy. XD
First Wish
A rough storyboard of how I envision Spark and Vahaadi’s first encounter going, and Spark’s transformation sequence. It definitely has a Magical Girl vibe to it, but this is the one and only time her transformation sequence will be this detailed. It’s pretty quick and will have more of a “shonen” transformation feel than a girly shoujo feel.
From henceforth, her transformations are a lot more abrupt, so the story won’t be interrupted by recycled transformation sequences. I might try doing an animatic to show you how I think her on-the-fly transformation could look.
You Can Be Amazing
Inspired by Sara Bareilles’ “Brave.” <3 Every line of this song is just perfect.
You can be amazing
You can turn a phrase into a weapon or a drug
You can be the outcast
Or be the backlash of somebody’s lack of love
Or you can start speaking up
Nothing’s gonna hurt you the way that words do
When they settle ‘neath your skin
Kept on the inside and no sunlight
Sometimes a shadow wins
But I wonder what would happen if you
Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave
With what you want to say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave
I just want to see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I wanna see you be brave
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I wanna see you be brave
Everybody’s been there,
Everybody’s been stared down by the enemy
Fallen for the fear
And done some disappearing,
Bow down to the mighty
Don’t run, just stop holding your tongue
Maybe there’s a way out of the cage where you live
Maybe one of these days you can let the light in
Show me how big your brave is
Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave
With what you want to say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave
And since your history of silence
Won’t do you any good,
Did you think it would?
Let your words be anything but empty
Why don’t you tell them the truth?
Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave
With what you want to say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I wanna see you be brave
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
See you be brave
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
Sahin has a crush, Lanthriel is dense, and Kala decides to be Switzerland
“I should go,” Sahin said softly. He stood, extricating himself from the couch. Lanthriel looked as if he was about to stand as well, but before he could move, Sahin stooped and pressed his lips to Lanthriel’s in a lingering kiss.
Kala glanced up from the potion she was mixing, realized what she was seeing, and stared. For his part, Lanthriel looked rather surprised himself. He said nothing as Sahin pulled away. Kala’s eyes darted between the two of them, then froze when Sahin cast his gaze on her.
“Kalarune,” he said curtly, as if in farewell. Kala’s lips parted, ever so slightly, but she had no idea what to say in return. She felt as if she had just witnessed something quite private. And there was something strange about the way Sahin had looked at her. It was somehow…threatening.
Sahin lightly trailed his fingertips down Lanthriel’s jaw, murmured a goodbye, and vanished into a plume of scented smoke, leaving warrior and apprentice in uncomfortable silence as both tried to make sense of what had just happened. Lanthriel touched his mouth, looking lost in thought. Then, as if suddenly recalling Kala’s presence, he shifted his gaze to her. His pale eyes looked troubled.
“Um.”
Kala realized she was still staring wide-eyed at him, her flask suspended mid-pour. She cleared her throat awkwardly and looked away, pretending pathetically that she had not seen and was fully engrossed in her potion. Vaguely she realized she’d poured far too much and ruined it, but her mind was elsewhere.
Were Sahin and Lanthriel…? So it seemed…although, from the way he’d reacted, Lanthriel either hadn’t wanted her to know or hadn’t been aware himself that he was the object of Sahin’s affection. Kala realized that she’d suspected something like this of Sahin for some time. But did Lanthriel reciprocate? He hadn’t really done anything when Sahin kissed him but, then again, he hadn’t pushed him away either. What would become of this development? She knew of a certainty that such relationships were forbidden in Lanthriel’s faith, and yet…the way they’d held each other’s gazes in that last moment…
These thoughts flitted through Kala’s mind at an almost nauseating speed, landing at last on the look of warning Sahin had pierced her with. Her stomach clenched coldly. This all felt very wrong.
Yet…
“It’s…it’s none of my business,” she decided, tucking her hair behind her ear.
Vahaadi’s face
OK since you asked about his nose this is how it is shaped. It’s easier to understand in profile.
Lately I’ve been drawing his nose even a little bigger than this, but this is the basic idea! The dip in the bridge of his nose looks particularly pronounced because of the shape of his forehead and brow.
And since we’re on the topic, here’s more stuff about his face.
His basic eye shape is a slightly rounded parallelogram, and his eyes are so deeply set in his face that they are usually in shadow. He only wears eye makeup when he’s…working. *cringe*
His eyebrows are super angular. They come to a distinct point upward and then slope sharply back down for most of his expressions.
Vahaadi has five piercings in each ear–one in the helix, two in the lobe, and two in the cartilage. I usually draw him with one stud, two medium hoops, and a cuff.
Other facial details I need to definitively nail down are his beard and the gem in his forehead. Sometimes I draw his beard as a sort of arrowhead, sometimes it’s just a strip–sometimes it protrudes off his chin almost an inch and other times it’s super short. I need to decide what it actually looks like. And his gem is sometimes a diamond shape and sometimes I make it star-cut/flat on top. >.> And I’m not even sure about the color. Initially it was red, but that doesn’t really match his palette. I get around thinking about it by hiding it under his hair and/or cowl but I want to do more with it visually. The crest is connected to his djinni magic and glows when he teleports, levitates, or uses his hammerspace. Maybe there’s even a little bolt of magic that zaps out at whatever he’s using his magic on. That will be interesting to play with when he contends with Galal Alim, who has stronger magic. They’d grapple and fight with each other by shooting magic out of their heads!
A Place Unexpected
For one of my assignments for my art class I wanted to play with silhouettes and thought I’d try one of Vahaadi in a window looking out into the desert sky. Even though this IS supposed to be Vahaadi and I initially intended it to just be a pretty, meaningless thing, I was struck by how much this design looked like a Christmas card picturing one of the three kings. I even thought I’d continue the series with two other “kings” representing Asia and Africa.
But, I still like the idea that this is Vahaadi wondering at the sign of a new star, heralding the birth of a Savior worlds away. Vahaadi’s not so old that he would have been alive at the time of Christ’s birth, but…the imagery comforts me.
“You may be the only taste of my love Vahaadi will ever know. And I love him.
Did you think you were the only one who does?”
The title is from one of my absolute favorite Christmas songs, How Many Kings.














