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After testing it with the slay the princess community first, I now bring my stp quiz to all of tumblr:

[fluxeris]

The Oubliette

This Valley would be impenetrable to an outsider. It takes cunning to know how to make this all click into place. Most have only human eyes, and human hands; they would be hopelessly trapped in this Valley, without a way to grasp at the inner workings of this oubliette. They are changeless, and they are human.

But you are not human.

You know the way.

You have been wandering for a while, now.

You do not know how long.

--

There was a time, once, when you did not wander. Your feet did not sting with the ache of wandering through this maze. You did not know the alien touch of the Geometries, nor could you keep them caged in your hat.

There was a time, once, when you were a free thing. You do not know what you were, but the aftertaste of freedom still scalds your tongue.

You tilt your head just right, and the mechanisms slide into place. The bridges slot together. A path forms.

There is no way out of this prison but through.

You adhere.

--

Your path winds in circles. This is something you know for certain. Your way winds round and round, away from the glimpse of true sunlight you see through the trapdoor of your oubliette.

What a funny word. Oubliette. It sounds too pretty to be a prison.

Your gossamer dress billows in the wind as you return the Geometry. It twists and knots in the air, and then settles into form. The other Geometries under your hat hum in understanding.

--

Sometimes, you see Crows. They squawk and squeal for attention. They speak in riddles, or shouts, or whispers, or not at all. Their voices are familiar, yet when one speaks, you cannot grasp the shape of their voice for more than a fleeting moment before it fades out into a long quiet. 

Their feathers are all the same--a mute, staining, inky black. 

The Valley is colorful, bursting with brilliant hues that fill out the shapes of the architecture. Carmine reds and chartreuse greens glimmer beneath the square of a shining sun in the sky.

It is beautiful. It is vast. It is colorful right down to the bone, and the Crows do not have any of it.

You have not seen a mirror in ages. Perhaps you have never seen a mirror at all. Your hair is pulled back into a flawless bun, hiding beneath your hat; not a single strand slips out.

But, if you had to guess, your hair would be the same inky black as the Crows' feathers.

--

Sometimes, throughout your trek, you find that there is a Ghost.

He waits in the places where the Geometries must go, and he floats solemnly (as all ghosts do). He is a vision of shards of glass. He is nothing at all, not anymore. Do you remember, Princess? he asks with a face of feathers and a beak hiding teeth.

You do not know what it is he wants you to remember.

It wasn't supposed to go like this, he goes on, always. You were supposed to be slain, not snared, and certainly not in a place as changing as this. This prison is a temporary stronghold. Soon you'll break out, and it'll all be over, won't it? My plan was doomed to fail. Is there really no way to stop it?

You do not know what it is he is talking about. Gently, you push him aside, and you slide the Geometry into place.

--

You sit down by a structure and glance at the sketches on the wall. There are drawings of a goddess with many, many, many faces, all smiling.

Something pangs in your chest.

--

You find a mirror, down one rivulet. You walk alongside it, and you find in it:

- a doll with a dress made of shadows. She peers at you, the smile on her mask concealing the fear within.

- a goddess with a crown of sunlight. She does not lower herself to even glance at you; you would not survive it.

- a wild thing with a gaping maw. She stares at you, and you see something like pity in those gleaming eyes.

- a vulnerable songbird with a heart of gold. She is smiling. You do not think she knows how to stop smiling.

--

Sometimes, the Crows jeer at you. They caw in their brazen, intangible voices when you come near, and they walk aimlessly across shifting paths. They are aimless, broken things, without a leader to unite them. You and they are not so different at all.

You click the bridges and slot them together. The path is made. You take the Crows' place, walking aimlessly toward an unseeable goal. 

But you will find it. You will.

--

But perhaps he is hidden here, the ghost tells itself when it thinks you do not listen. It is as shattered and useless as the broken glass it is made of; it cannot create anything more than the failure it has made already. Perhaps the world is not doomed yet.

These are lies it tells itself. There are no gods to be found here. 

There is only the path. There are only the Geometries. There is only the Princess.

There is only, and always, you.

--

- a fettered monster, with cold eyes and a sickle-blade smile. She looks you in the eye, and you are the first to look away.

- a raging dragon, with a terrible and insatiable hunger. She lunges against the mirror, and you flinch back, more out of habit than fear.

- a ghostly memory made of ice. You press your face to the frosted glass like a child, and she kisses you, soft and deadly.

--

How is it that you can walk through this world as surely as if it were as regular as the world you know lies outside?

You have a feeling this prison was made for you, and specifically for you. You are not human; you are only a mimicry of it. There are things hidden beneath this cloak that even you cannot divine.

This Valley would be impenetrable to an outsider. It takes cunning to know how to make this all click into place. Most have only human eyes, and human hands; they would be hopelessly trapped in this Valley, without a way to grasp at the inner workings of this oubliette. They are changeless, and they are human.

But you are not human.

You know the way.

--

I don't know, says the ghost of the human. I never intended for my creation to go this deep. I made myself into a guide, but the fledgling died in the shell, and now you're all that's left. I wonder, can the world even function without stasis to keep it still?

You understand that this is wrong too. There are feathers under your cloak, and there is a sliver of stagnation beneath the ever-twisting Geometries. And there are the Crows, and they are not you, but they are something like you, and they are alive.

But they, and you, are only fragments scattered through the Valley like sown seed. You used to be more.

This Valley is airtight, and it presses in on your sides. It was never meant to be escaped from. Its creator ensured that those who entered could never leave; but its creator was only mortal, and now is merely a ghost. And you are not human. This Valley bends to your will.

My prison was simpler. There weren't any Geometries, or Monuments, and I was the only Crow in sight. There was a Princess, and a Slayer. Well, we've got the Princess; where the hell is the Slayer? There's always meant to be a Slayer! Why isn't there a Slayer? What went wrong?

You do not know. Maybe he is inside you. Maybe he has never existed at all.

It aches, a little.

--

- a thorny huntress woven of broken promises. She scowls and hunches, but you can see the shaky glimmer in her eyes.

- a pitiful mess of blades. She spins in glory, but she has no eyes with which to behold, no mouth with which to speak; pitifully alone, and unable to tell a soul. 

- a fragmented shard of godhood. She is everything and she is nothing, and she is breathing with ten flaring nostrils and ten inflating lungs.

- you. You are there, whole and unhidden. Your hair is inky black, just as you remembered it.

--

You wander. It is such a lovely Valley.

--

Your hat is light; your head heavy. You can see through the cracks of the oubliette, now, and if you had your wings and your godhood, you could fly out and break free. What you will do afterward, you do not know, but it will be more rewarding than this, you think.

But not yet. There are two more Geometries to return. You are not finished yet. Soon.

Your hat tips forward, and the Geometry within knots itself into impossible angles, free from the confines of your prison. It settles into place, and the path before you appears with a familiar chime. 

The Crows are waiting behind you, in their suprisingly many varieties. All of them have seen inside the mirror. All of them have seen nothing but themselves, and nothing but you.

Perhaps there has never been anything but you this whole time. 

The ghost is silent. The mirror stays empty.

You walk forward.

--

fic also available on ao3!

[fluxeris]

Decided to doodle some funny happenings in the skeptic championship.

Btw for those of you who are new around here, asks are open. I can't guarantee I'll get to it, but it's there.

Text is under the cut in case the writing is hard to read))

Everyone fighting for a 3-way tie

Get in Archivist, we're annoying the mods

[Vote for Archivist, Owl and Pine Tree]

Gruff accidentally intimidating everyone

Why is he looking at me like that... get me out of here

They seem to be on edge, do they need a cigar? (Can they smoke?)

[Vote for Gruff and Constrained]

Disheveled simping over his competition (Confused)

[Vote for Disheveled and Confused]

Crow (itsonlypolite) losing in the second round (again)

[Vote for Crow and Trench Coat]

@voice-of-the-sexyman

Designs belong to @graynide @sorry-not-feeling-it-right-now @everestgale @forgottensoulsart @fluxeris @ghostie-dragons @mjlegends @itsonlypolite @remaking-machine

I have 3 screenshots of the 3-way tie. Let's make it 4

[fluxeris]

is she called "eye of the needle" because she's chained up in a long, cramped cave. with a similar shape to the hole ["eye"] of a needle. and with how small it is you could compare it to that. Am I stupid for just now realizing this

[fluxeris]

"Oooohhhh you got me on fire, this one..."

🏆 VOICE OF THE SEXYMAN CHAMPIONSHIP ~ Skeptic Edition 🏆

ROUND II PART II

"Uhh..boss, you're missing someone"

"Oh, right. Hold on!"

.

.

.

*SMACK*

"Boss why did you do that!?"

"Gotta vent my frustrations somehow."

[Disclaimer: this is a bit]

[Propaganda under the cut]

"You're still pissed about the 50/50?"

"Oh I am over being pissed. Now I am just annoyed"

"Ouch you hold a grudge...but anyway, all of these guys are familiar faces so we won't take up your time with elaborations. All I know is that they're all pretty heavy hitters! So pick your votes wisely!"

"However, we'll still leave some propaganda!"

( @graynide @everestgale @sorry-not-feeling-it-right-now)

Bonus: JONKLERS!

The Owl: Supernova, the Order, Hiker

The Archivist: Four Fingers, Stuntman, Crafty Joker

The Pine Tree: Mad Joker, Smiley Face, Burnt Joker

[fluxeris]

So the next round has begun, and, well...

A comic, for the competition.

(Dialogue in the alt text, sorry if my writing is absolute garbage to decipher.)

The other Skeptic design belongs to the wonderfully talented @forgottensoulsart ! Happy to compete with you :3

Oh, and tourney link. GO VOTE NOW.

Ok that's it byeeeeeee :3

[fluxeris]

It's good to make mistakes. It means artists have something to work with.

@voice-of-the-sexyman

Voice designs belong to @mjlegends @artificial-radiance @fluxeris @phantasmatoucan @saranorah228 @forgottensoulsart @remaking-machine

Sketches

I liked these panels

[fluxeris]

My laptop was dying during making this. guess it was too sexy to handle lol

Here's Skeptic propaganda!

it took longer than I wanted. and I end up rushed some part of it :( [need to speedrun before my laptop fully shut down.]

If I happened to butcher your Skeptic design I'm so sorry in advance

Anyway, Wish best luck to all the participants!

crediting people down there

song : Infected Mushroom - Change The Formality

song edit :

tournament blog(go follow) :

@voice-of-the-sexyman

Skeptic Design (from start to last) :

@mjlegends @artificial-radiance @fluxeris @remaking-machine @saranorah228 @phantasmatoucan @tai-janai @sparklingseraphim @sonjalikestodraw @bubblybloob @graynide @pixiefeatherkw3 @sorry-not-feeling-it-right-now @mrpristineblade @ghostie-dragons @itsonlypolite @lucidlytimid @neverpathia @what-is-my-life-lmao @everestgale @wysteriaisapenguin @justcherryqwq @irusanw4 @artenjoyingcritter @phantombre @forgottensoulsart

[fluxeris]

[fluxeris]

[Woohh I had a rough week...but FINALLy I can show you the rest of the contestants for VOICE OF THE SEXYMAN (skeptic version)

For our final 10 participants, say hello to @sorry-not-feeling-it-right-now @sonjalikestodraw @sparklingseraphim @artenjoyingcritter @saranorah228 @neverpathia @graynide @fluxeris @bubblybloob @mrpristineblade

Now all that's left is some more stuff to draw. Yaaayyy

But I hope that it will be worth it for all of you!!

See you when the tourney starts!

Mod mai]

[fluxeris]

slay the princess community's about to have the skeptic showdown so i'm tossing my version into the ring again as if i haven't posted him a million times already

something i should say for future reference if i ever consistently post again: the second drawing is one i like to call the "long quiet version". just a fun artistic choice i thought of for all my voice designs :3

perhaps i'll do versions for the others one day. who the fuck knows

[fluxeris]

The moon will sing a song for me, I loved you like the sun

Bore the shadows that you made with no light of my own

I shine only with the light you gave me

[fluxeris]

yeah sure fuck it i'll post my hero design here too. i don't draw him a whole lot but. holds him in my hands gently.

( + my contra and stubborn designs in the second image)

How come I never see people’s Hero designs anymore? That's it, show me your bbg!

My BB BOY.💛

[fluxeris]

hihi hello it me. the freak is who drew the one paraskep image where they bonked masks instead of actually kissing

may I interest you in some 12 am paraskeps (+ some others. Hero’s the other one in the “pov the cage” doodle and oppy + contra’s in the “THE PLOTTERRRRS” one)

(also also brief note, I call the sopping wet cat paranoid “deflated paranoid” cause for my design he’s normally puffed up as a defense mechanism . yeag)

RAAAAAAAAAGGGHGGHGGGHGGGGG PARASKEP REVOLUTIONNN

thank you so so so much i love this i love this a lot im forever grateful

they're my everything. amen

[fluxeris]

A lot of the chapter two princess talk about trying to go upstairs and leave the cabin after you die only to find that they can’t leave on their own and that they’ll need your help. So do you think that a pre Damsel princess probably did the same and came to the same conclusion. Do you think that in the lead up to Happily Ever After when you say you want to stay she has the painful understanding that it means she has to stay and that there isn’t a choice for her to leave anymore.

[fluxeris]

Some Wraiths