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some uhhh sketchy doodles i've done in the past few days bc i havent posted art in awhile. :D tomorrow im gonna be EXTRA inactive because IM MEETING UP WITH @windy-trickster FOR THE FIRST TIME!!!!! AND I AM VERY EXCITED!! :DDD

^this one is of his fantroll maasai, who you can ask questions now yipee!

and finally. obligatory nallea

woops

cervin belongs to @windy-trickster

sorry for shitty cropping this was a delirious doodle in the top right corner of a canvas so i just took a poorly centered screenshot of it

little piece of fanart i did for @windy-trickster 's latest drabble because it has been itching at my brain . this poor guy

KILL ME. THIS TOOK SO FUCKING LONG TO DO.

I hyperfocused SO hard on this I really hope it gets attention.

Decided to do a big piece involving one of the fankids between myself and @wormstuck , her name being Sialia Dulcha [Blue Spades child]

I uh... Don't know what demon controlled me to do this! But I've done it! Reblogs are HEAVILY appreciated for this piece.

-> Separate Sialias in the undercut <-

You Belong to Me

TW: Manipulation, Abuse [Implied]

Amoret was sitting silently in her dressing room, gently brushing her hair while looking at herself in the mirror. She had just finished up with a big performance of hers and was sent back to her dressing room. Another performance would start up soon enough, she needed to look her best like always. The gentle florescent lights attached to the rim of her mirror lit up her little face. Her delicate features, the way her hair formed to her face. Her makeup, the little twinkle in her eyes. The- Oh? What was that? Amoret placed her brush down as thunderous footsteps came towards her room. Silence for a mere moment before an all too familiar voice came from behind the door. "AmOret? May I cOme in, my dear?" Amoret smiled at the voice and got up, going over to the door and opening it. An absolute unit of a male Purpleblood stood on the other side, smiling when he noticed the small Purpleblood woman. It was him... Amoret's beloved Dolion. Amoret giggled as the massive Purpleblood scooped her up and held her close, causing her to toss her arms around his neck. Dolion purred and walked into the room, using his foot to close the door. He walked over to the small couch in the dressing room and dropped down, causing a couple things to tremble and shake from the sheer force of this action. Amoret just happily played with some of her hair as she snuggled into her matesprite, giggling happily as he leaned down and kissed her forehead. "My sweet little dOlly. YOu knOw hOw much I lOve yOu, right?" Dolion cooed softly as Amoret nodded, holding onto his muscular arms. "YOu knOw I'd dO anything fOr yOu, right? That yOu're the mOst preciOus thing tO me in this entire mOtherfuckin' planet." Amoret giggled and continued to nod, loving all of what her matesprite was telling her. Dolion smiled right back and suddenly stood up, setting Amoret and grabbing her little hands, lifting them up slightly and mimicked the action of a puppeteer moving a puppet's hands, as if Amoret was attached to Dolion by strings. "YOu are my wOrld, AmOret. YOu understand that, dOn't yOu?" Dolion's tone shifted ever so slightly, becoming less loving and more... Cold. Amoret was clueless tho as she looked up at him, her eyes glowing a faint purplish-pink much like her beloved's. Dolion just chuckled and cupped Amoret's chin with his massive hand, leaning down slightly. "YOu're mine, my dear. And nO One else will ever have yOu. NO One will EVER lOve yOu as much as I dO. Isn't that right, sweetheart?" Dolion smirked as Amoret nodded happily, completely under his full control. "GOOd. That's what I like tO see."

Cervin Cervin Cervin!! Hypothetically,, what if someone bought in one of those noise sticks into the library? :)

(the eeee ooooor eeee oooor ones) (the silly ones!!)

"S a id troll is getting kicked out a nd such devices like th a t a re a lre a dy b a nned in the libr a ry."

Karma's a Woman with a Weapon

TW: Needle/Syringe, violence

Sweeps Anahit tried again and again to forget her. Forget the woman who mentally and emotionally manipulated her, using her to get whatever she wanted when Anahit was at her lowest. But nothing worked anymore. Her methods, the medication. Everything was failing her. A sense of agony, of vengeance was filling her soul. It hurt. Oh how it hurt so much. But she couldn't ignore the pain anymore. She couldn't dull her senses with pointless remedies. She needed to act. And act she was going to. A gripped a syringe tightly in her left hand, a semi-translucent liquid gently sloshing around inside of it. The faint bluish glow contrasted from the desert landscape. She knew this bitch lived here, she knew where her hive was. This woman who did NOTHING but made her life a miserable void. But oh... She didn't come alone. A hulking figure loomed behind hee, the creature's thundering steps causing the ground around him to shake. Oggy was always a passive being, could never hurt a fly. But Anahit knew how to agitate him. She knew how violently protective Oggy was of her despite his brains being non-existent at this rate. She didn't care that she was manipulating him, she knew he'd be her ticket to making sure this bitch couldn't get away from her. Anahit never believed in "playing fair" anyways. And as Anahit suspected, there she was: Argeni Picric. A Goldblood who didn't give a shit about the people around her, who used someone until they became useless to her. Anahit's visible pupil seemed to shrink as she spotted her. Fury built up inside of her as she shouted out, ordering Oggy to attack. The Goldblood didn't even get enough time to act before she was violently flung into the air by a massive, white arm of an abomination. Snap. Crack. The sound of broken bones filled Anahit's ears as the Goldblood landed, letting out agonized noises. The world was spinning around her, the shadow of Oggy looming over her as Anahit approached. Karma was a woman. A woman with a weapon. She grabbed Argeni by the hair and pulled her upwards, her voice coming out low. Almost... Soothing. "You won't feel a thing, dear." She cooed, holding the syringe to Argeni's neck. Argeni tried to squirm away, but her body ached from the fall. She tried to scream and shout for help, something she hated doing, but her voice was cut short as her eyelids grew heavy and her body relaxed. She fell into unconsciousness near moments later. Anahit turned on her heels and walked off with Oggy in toe. Leaving the unconscious Argeni to her own devices.

AFTER YEARS OF WORKING ON THIS. IT'S FINALLY DONE. A silly little Halloween themed doodle of my beloved Amdala. I needed to doodle my witch girlie for Halloween hehe. Reblogs appreciated I took so long on this!!!!

this was the other birthday present i made for @windy-trickster !!!! feaaturing . the sherc

the other other one was posted on @periodicparadox !!!!!!!!!! promote promote promo

The Star of the Show....

Land of Blackness and Fragments

Rosnix didn't need sleep, but there they stand within the room that was given to them by their flesh brother. There they stood, motionless in the center of the room, their back to the door. "Sleep" for Rosnix was basically a brief deactivation period, awaiting the dawn of the new night to arise once more and go back to their nightly routines. Normally these "sleeps" would be uneventful, boring, even. But that made sense, didn't it? Robots don't dream. But here Rosnix stood, amongst a blackened sky void of stars, amongst floating platforms of land, bits and pieces missing from their mass as if they were just... Deleted. Deleted as if they were mere drawings that the artist didn't like anymore, desperately trying to scrub away whatever imperfections lied beneath. Rosnix looked around them and stepped forward. The odd sense in the air wasn't lost on them, it was just foreign to them. Everything felt too... Open. Too unused, as if the protentional for something MORE was hidden away. Blacked out by layers and layers are self-doubt and lack of creation. Everything felt... Well. Everything just felt odd. But Rosnix brushed the feeling aside for now as they walked, their heavy metal footsteps echoing as they made contact with the brittle ground. Shifting stones and rickety old bridges, Rosnix simply wondered and wondered until they ended up on one of the many land masses far from their starting point. But this one was different. Standing before them, just as oddly "broken" as the land mass it rested on, was a large building. Towering pillars with open space between them, a dome-like structure made up the roof and the base of the building. It was like... A mausoleum, but stylized in a way that didn't seem to structurally make sense. It SHOULDN'T be able to stand, but here it is. Standing perfectly, even with bits of it appearing to have just been erased like some sort of drawing. Standing in the center of the mausoleum was a statue of a room, tall and imposing, but what was left of her face was... Oddly comforting, at least to Rosnix was it. But they couldn't figure out why. The female statue was tall, made of a white-freckled marble with golden accents splashed here and there. Goggles rested atop the head of the statue, positioned against the horns that looked oddly similar to the ones Rosnix was created with. Rosnix just eyed the statue in awe, feeling an odd pulse in their chest. They placed their hand where their heart would've been if they had one. A gentle, rhythmic "thump thump" came from the spot. They shook their head and pulled their hand away, going back to staring at the statue silently. "=) Wake up. (=" Rosnix jolted from their slumber state, their eyes lighting up with alarm as they scanned the room around them. Despite having no lungs, Rosnix felt like they were struggling to breathe. Despite having no heart, Rosnix felt like blood was rushing to their non-existent ears, that same rhythmic "thump thump" coming back to haunt them. So once again, Rosnix stood there within the walls of their room, staring at the wall across from them. It was just them. Alone in a room.

New fantroll of mine that'll eventually show up on the blog. Keichi Jaakah - Thief of Mind [GT design by @/coffeecats900] [Keichi's staff was designed by @ketchfantrolls ] If anyone's interested in hearing about them, you can just message me!

he lighter is shitty (not pictured). probably got it from his matesprit

totally not just an excuse for why its so far away from the cigarette what noooo why would that be the case?? this was a quick thing for practice with quick linework so the shading is not great. shh

anyway, i love henzel and i would kill someone for him. henzel belongs to @windy-trickster :3c he doesn't have sprites yet but when he does im gonna spam him with asks!!

I wasn't too fond of the first design I gave Zinnia... So I redesigned Rosnix's Dancestor for funsies :^)! [I am 100% admitting I traced over a hand reference a couple times to get the flow of that hand bc hands suck] Zinnia Haestu [She/They], Witch of Space💙 Feel free to ask me anything about her!

Clockwork Heartbeat girlies! This would've been done SOONER if my mouse wasn't so fucking STUPID. But here they are! Love them! Adore them! They're so wives <333 Jennet Mezair - @wormstuck GT Designs - coffeecats900 Credit to melon_soup for the reference pose! [I also got some art help from my boyfriend bc side profile stuff is DIFFICULT]

[JAILYN] -> INTRODUCTION

-> You know two of your neighbors are here, so why not join in the fun yourself? Your name is JAILYN KUUKRI or "JAI" for short, and you're basically the LOCAL MENACE of your Indigo-centered neighborhood. No one really likes TALKING TO YOU, but you don't personally care one way or another. Social life be damned, you don't like a lot of people anyways! A lot of people dislike your NONCHALANT nature and general ALOOFNESS, but you're a Highblood, so you can act however you please. -> You're the local "KNIFE GUY" as your neighbors say. And they're absolutely right, you make BANK of smithing custom knives outta whatever material you're able to get your hands on. Most of your hobbies are quite dangerous. KNIFE SMITHING, BOAR RIDING and best of all.... MONSTER HUNTING. A lot of people wouldn't think a rather calm and relaxed guy like you would be interested in any of that, but they don't know you. Sucks to be them! -> You're not a ranting and raving freak like a lot of other Indigobloods tend to be. Everything you do is... Eerily calm. A certain kind of casual that makes others uncomfortable. You like that tho, keeps 'em from bothering you. [Jailyn is open for asks/judgements] [Jai uses THEY/HE pronouns] [Sprite base is by @miks-fantrolls <3]

Ancestor Log #17: The Nightshade

Descendant: Rhoeas Atropa A cloaked figure that wandered around the vastness of the Garden of Dyhypamani, a place where both life and doom co-existed. An infinite balance of the living, waking world and the dying, eternal nighttime. Sprawling towers of trees, dense bushes lined with vibrant flowers and a bounty of fresh food to go around that mingled with a barren wasteland of forgotten forests, brittle twigs and tumbleweeds, all manners of insect flying about. These two co-existed, unable to harm each other, but able to help each other. THE NIGHTSHADE was the guardian of the garden, forever meant to wonder around, silence floating tall, lush grass to the paling dead leaves. A man who's face was unknown to the masses. Legends state he was "faceless", a man shrouded in shadows and mysteries. No one knew The Nightshade's true identity, no one knew exactly who he was or where he came from. The garden was his home, his everything and his reason for living. And it was his eternal duty to protect it.

Stabbing Thoughts

Part 1 TW: Drug mention

Ever since Psiloc had that last visit to his older sister's hive, an odd feeling welling up in the back of his mind. It never welled to the point it drove him crazy, but it also never shrunk to the point where he could forget about it. It was ever-present, a constant small pain in the back of his mind. Coming to her hive was normal, getting in and talking was normal, the meal she prepared with absolutely normal. But that drink... That drink bothered him. The odd white powder. It had no flavor, or maybe the drink was too strong for him to taste any flavor it could've had. Something like this, something so insignificant seeming SHOULDN'T have bothered him. But it did. And he hated that it bothered him. He hated how he remembered her putting it in HIS drink only, hers untouched by the odd substance. Psiloc scratched under his own chin, staring intensely at his husktop screen. He'd been watching some odd video. Something that he hoped would've filled the void in his mind. Unfortunately, it didn't. It didn't bring him any sort of comfort. No solace to his aching mind. His left pointer finger twitched, his entire left hand moving without him realizing. Palm gripping the mouse, the cursor flying across the screen. He hadn't realized he was typing, digitalized words popping up colored in vibrant blue links stung at his eyes. He squinted, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. Now unbeknownst to a good amount of people, Psiloc was a bit of.... "Master" when it came to "Odd substances", sometimes those of the illegal variety. Mentally his mind knew what he wanted to search for, but Psiloc in the real world could've seem to understand WHAT he was searching for. Was it some kind of sleeping powder? A narcotic? Hallucinogenic? It frustrated him to no wits end that he didn't know exactly what he was trying to search for. Yes, he assumed it was some kind of drug, but he couldn't put his finger on what KIND it must've been. A low hiss escaped from the Purpleblood's lips as he places his face within his hands, his ears lying flat against his face. He breathed out through clenched teeth, eyes closed tight and his face screwed up. He moved his husktop off his lap and got up, silently walking out of the respiteblock that him and his matesprite shared. He needed to get to the kitchen. He needed to get to his "Calm down" stash as he called it. Just a couple drags and he'd feel all better. That's what he kept telling himself anyways.

AIRY STARS ALERT WEEOOOWEOOOOOWEOOEWOE

this is the valentine's day collab i did with my amazing wonderful bf @windy-trickster !! <3333 he also posted it on his profile so go give that a rb!!

i did the lineart and he did the coloring yippeeee! :)

[JOANNA] -> INTRODUCTION

-> Back straight and perfectly poised, a swordswoman must always look their best in public! Your name is JOANNA ATHENI and you've been hesitant to come out into the spotlight, but you thought it would be a nice way to make some friends! See some new faces and get out of that new neighborhood you moved into not too long ago. Quite a chaotic place, truly. But that's not what you're here to talk about. -> You're a HIGH-GRADE SWORDSWOMAN and use her skills not only for self-defense, but to protect your loved ones and trolls who are unable to defend themselves. You've been noted as HONORABLE and FAIR PLAYER, refusing to continue a battle if your opponent seems hurt. You care about LIFE and couldn't dare to see yourself kill someone, even the worst of people deserve a shred of kindness at times. Although you're not afraid to land the final blow if it comes to that. -> Besides SWORDFIGHTING, you also enjoy some GARDENING and EMBROIDERY during your free time. Getting to sit down in your comfy little loveseat, needle and thread in hand, or being out in the warm glow of the twin Alternia moons with a watering can in hand, it's truly blissful, if one were to ask you that is. [Joanna is open for asks/judgements!] [Sprites by @ketchfantrolls <3]