#scrunkly lore

[buggknife]

a biiiig thank you to @socially-awkward-skeleton for the ole taggy for this funny lil template... had some fun playing around with Eran again :3

edit ~ also tagged by @nightbloodbix 💖

think this has more or less done the rounds by now but pinging @strangefable + @g0dspeeed ty for the company during my semi-hiatus <3

some details.. ⬇

colour: nothing too high concept here. It suits him.

flower: something something starting a new life for oneself in the wake of a disaster it's a funny scraggly lil pink plant. we love it :^)

animal: this has some context I haven't shared on here; beyond being a fellow Dangerous Stealthy Critter there's some representation of his chosen family there as well (wow imagine if I published that). In red dead terms it'd likely be his 'high honour' animal :>

scent: ok this sounds like a yankee candle ass scent but real hiking heads know- it's earthy but crisp, maybe a touch of frost that precedes the impending winter.

song: I'll be real here - we're coming up on 15 years since I made up this guy and throughout all that time I've never really had a specific song that's 'his.' (I'm beginning to think I should just write it). I've cycled through a few just trying to get this damn thing done. If I could plonk an entire playlist in a jpeg I would probably do that. HOWEVER it really is hard to go wrong with mr. Isbell. Again, a few things in this one I haven't given context for here on tumble but maybe some day :3

feeling: self explanatory, very simple actually

[lovesickeros]

☆ even the gods bleed [ pt 2 ]

{☆} characters furina, neuvillette {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, multi-chapter, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings none {☆} word count 1.9k {☆} previous [ 1 ]

This had to be a punishment of some sort – some kind of divine punishment.

She was bored out of her mind just watching the sleeping body – she hadn't blinked once in the past five hours, her eyes were really starting to hurt. Yet they still hadn't moved so much as an inch since she sequestered them away to the only place she had known to be safe.

But it'd been almost a week since then.

The only solace she found was that Teyvat had seemed much less hellbent on collapsing in on itself like a dying star.

That counted for something.

Not much, but something!

..Even if their position was no better then it was a week ago.

There was, after all, still the issue of what to do about the false Creator – the actual imposter – and the Archons following them like blind lambs. The other Archons wouldn't listen if she tried to reason with them, and it would only risk the life of Divine One if she spoke of their location to anyone else.

She also was pretty fond of having her head still attached to her shoulders.

So she avoided them all together. Partially because she wasn't sure she wouldn't have a breakdown at the sight of them..she'd never been a fighter, and fighting an Archon? Easy pass.

Instead she was forced to babysit the sleeping Divine until they woke up while Neuvillette handled taking care of the nation and dealing with the other Archons – and by extension the false Creator.

Really though, she would almost think them dead if not for the subtle rise and fall of their chest.

Though..this also left her with a lot of time to herself. A lot of time to think.

She really didn't like it.

There wasn't a lot to occupy her mind and what little there was only distracted her for a scant few moments before her eyes drifted back to the Divine like she was locked in their orbit, unable to escape.

She closed the same book for the twelfth time – she kept count – and returned it to it's meticulously designed place within her bookcase. A low, barely audible huff of frustration escaped her lips before she could bite it down, her stare boring a hole into the body of the Divine One with a sharp intensity she rarely showed.

She was tired, bored and constantly on edge, fearing that at any moment someone would find out about their presence here.

That, at the drop of a hat, she would be powerless to stop the greatest tragedy of her time play out before her eyes.

Neuvillette would have scolded her for being so petulant, especially around the Divine One, if he were here.

But he wasn't.

He was out running her nation, instead.

And what was she doing? Nothing!

She grit her teeth, nails digging harshly into the palm of her hands as she took a deep breath – now was not the time to think about that. She had..much more pressing matters. Sulking and letting her thoughts spiral helped no one, least of all herself.

Yet her attention was caught by a harsh inhale, the rustle of fabric – were they finally waking up? She was exhausted, but it all vanished at the sudden drop of life within the otherwise deathly still body of the Divine.

Her eyes followed the subtle twitch of their fingers, watching as their brow furrowed and their features twisted in something almost like..pain.

..She wasn't ready.

What was she supposed to say?

Should she even say anything? Would that be considered impolite? Does she wait for them to speak first? Should she kneel? Bow?

She doesn't get much time to find her own answer before their lashes flutter, chest heaving with every strangled breath. Every single thought vanishes from her mind the moment she meets their eyes.

For a long, silent moment she thinks that her heart must have stopped.

Their eyes glow like the cresting of the sun over the horizon, painting the world in hues of gold – yet it also reminded her of the dipping of the moon below the waves, casting the briefest, most gentle of lights upon the world engulfed in darkness. In the depths of their eyes was the birth and death of stars in the infinite cosmos – glittering stars in a sea of empty, blank space that left her feeling lightheaded and breathless.

Beneath the splendor is a spark of recognition in their eyes so vibrant it was like a shooting star piercing through the dark night sky, leaving nothing but the wonder in the eyes of the observer as the only proof it ever existed – brilliant in it's beauty, however brief.

It is the most beautiful thing she has ever seen.

"Focalors?"

The lilt of their voice nearly made her knees buckle beneath her – euphoria so consuming it left her feeling she was starving swallowed her whole, her mind blanking in a moment of utter bliss. It was..an indescribable feeling that she doubted she could ever hope to put into words – not in a way that could properly express it, try as she might.

She swallowed the words that threatened to spill from her lips – she couldn't make a fool of herself. Not in front of them of all people. She'd never forgive herself.

"Divine One," She rasps, clearing her throat and covering her mouth with a hand to mask both her nervousness and the small smile that creeps across her face. She quickly regains her composure, hand resting on her hip as she puffs out her chest with every bit of pride she can manage. "I am sure you must be confused, but worry not– your most loyal acolyte has seen the truth!"

The silence is deafening.

She opens one eye, peaking at the bewildered and almost distraught expression of the Divine.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

That..she was not prepared for. Surely they knew who they were! Surely they knew. They had to– she's been praying to them for as long as she's breathed, she's dedicated every hour of her life to living up to their ideals, they can't just–!

"Lady Furina?"

Neuvillette, thankfully, spares her the embarrassment of having a meltdown in front of the Divine, the gentle rap of his knuckles against the door making her and the Divine pause, the soft lull of his voice soothing her nerves and yet setting her on edge at the same time.

"Neuvillette." She clears her throat again, her steps hurried as she marches to the door and pries it open none too gently, a forced smile pulling at her lips. She wastes no time tugging the man into the room, shutting the door behind him with a short huff. The silence is, somehow, even worse then before as the three of them stare at each other in absolute exasperation.

Neuvillette, for his part, manages to get his act together with a sharp clearing of his throat, bowing so low even she looks unnerved. She steals a brief glance at the Divine, and she's taken aback by the uncomfortability twisting their features into a grimace.

Their expression is schooled back into one of empty apathy when he stands back to his full height, but she saw it – she knows she did! Did they not like their worship? Were they not respectful enough? For a moment, she feared the Divine would smite Neuvillette down on the spot..but they just stared at him like he was a ghost.

"Why aren't you killing me?"

The defeated, resigned tone combined with the way their voice cracks makes her heart ache in her chest – it feels as though her entire world is crumbling down at her feet, and she cannot explain why she feels such emotions so strongly, but it is suffocating. It is almost as if Teyvat itself is weeping, bearing down upon her shoulders like a heavy weight.

She feels the urge to weep herself, but she powers through, gritting her teeth long enough for Neuvillette to take his place at the side of her – though it feels more like their – bed, kneeling like he was going to pray.

"Divine One," He offers a hand with a quiet rumble of his voice, the words slipping off his tongue like honey. It's like trying to soothe a stray cat..though she'd never voice such comparisons of the most Divine out loud. "I..we mean you no harm. I swear on my authority as the Iudex of Fontaine and Chief Justice that you are safe with us."

The skepticism she expected, but the reverence in which Neuvillette must convince them – or perhaps they are simply so tired that they simply did not care any longer if it was all some ploy to drive a knife between their ribs. She didn't expect them to actually place their hand in Neuvillette's.

He didn't either, judging by the way he visibly brightened – not that they'd notice, but she did.

..Not that she could really blame him, her heels clicking against the floorboards as she shifted her weight to the other foot with a nervous energy that was practically bursting at the seams, more then a little jealous of the attention he was receiving. She was the one who found them, she was the one who stayed with them the entire time..but he gets all the attention?

How unfair.

"O-of course! We would never lay a hand on our creator," She adds, her voice a little higher pitched then she would have liked as she placed her hands on her hips, puffing out her chest and brushing off the sting of jealousy. "Least of all I– your most loyal, most devout acolyte!"

She felt baffled when she heard the sound of their laughter, her shoulders hunching and her cheeks flushing on mere instinct – she was expecting mockery, but the look in their eyes, still dulled by a pain she cannot even begin to imagine, made her hesitate.

..It was, perhaps, the most genuine thing she'd heard from them ever since before the hunt began.

She wasn't sure why her heart hurt at such an idea, but it was enthralling to see the beginnings of a half hearted smile on their lips.

For a moment, her mask of theatrics was forgotten as she stared at them in a mixture of awe and adoration– and though she didn't look at Neuvillette, she could imagine he must've shared such an expression.

Had she any doubts that they were her Creator, that they alone were the most Divine..they would wiped clean now. There was no mistaking the way the world itself seemed to grow clearer as they glanced up at her like she was worth something.

For a moment, she realized how cold the false Creators gaze had been now that she has felt warmth so gentle it almost made her knees buckle beneath her. It felt like a pale imitation, now.

Nothing could compare to the warmth that spread through her body at the mere semblance of a smile upon their lips. She didn't even mind if it was her they were laughing at anymore, she just wanted to hear them laugh again.

She'd make a fool of herself, if she had to.

She'd never felt so..ravenous for such a thing, but just the briefest glimpse was addictive.

She simply couldn't help herself from striding across the room and clasping their free hand in her own, her smile wide enough to unnerve as she leaned her weight onto the bed. For a moment, she considered pulling away at the way they startled, but her mind was made up by then – there was no going back.

"Again."

[ctommysbinderstitches]

There is something so heartbreaking about ctubbo and caimseys relationship. Ctubbo saw his younger self in caimsey, so once they showed a bit of hope and positivity he taught them to feel fear. And after that, (from my memory) caimsey wasnt really seen in the lore afterwards. Ctubbo didnt do it because he wanted caimsey to feel fear, and get hurt. In ctubbos mind, he was protecting caimsey from what he knew was most definitely coming to someone as happy and hopeful as that. I forget that aimsey was even in the lore, and then i remember this and i DIE.

[suntails]

⚔️👑

[peablossom-draws]

Quick drawings, including Rowan Abetyi Okabe, Setida Cadell, and Fesworth Bernhardt.

[ihaveforgortoomany]

Watts - The Wayward Automaton (oc story for the universe of R1999)

Watts is an awakened automaton of the Steam Age (Lucy's era), awakened with the arrival of the invention of the light bulb. So their original form is a well, light bulb stored in the head of the body.

Afflatus is Mineral

(Above is their original incarnation/ body)

They spent decades being a lamplighter on the streets of London, lighting up street lamps to through their arcane skill.

Arcane skill: Illumination. Enables the user to transfer light sources from one place to another, the easiest being candles and light bulbs, harder ones being lighthouses. The larger the light source risks the threat of burning the user, as the source will first pass through them. You probably can see where this is going.

In a freak factory accident, a major fire begins to burn down a factory with multiple people inside. Watt's arcane skill can to some degree enable the movement of fire as a light source, so they attempt to negate the blaze of the fire spreading to other buildings and people. However as an unstable fire source that was quickly growing due to the abundance of fuel (wood), and the intervention of a third party: their arcane skill goes out of control and causes internal burning, especially to their legs, chest and face. (So very serious heartburn)

(Can u tell I've read the Purple Hyacinth webtoon)

Here's the convergent paths:

Original Timeline:

In the original timeline, Watts is eventually picked up by the Foundation, repaired and recruited by Laplace: here they become what is essentially the electrician and maintains all the lighting in the main Laplace buildings, occasionally outsourced to the Foundation headquarters for serious repairs.

I would not exactly say they join team TK, but will have relations with multiple members: for example they become someone who regularly repairs Marcus' lantern as it is a very old lantern dear to her, and they're friends with Ulu as fire/ light adjacent beings. They're usually the one to sort out the fires Ulu accidentally causes in the building. (Well the main person sent to negate most fires in Laplace when they happen, and when I mean everyday).

Manus Timeline:

The main difference here is that Watts is picked up by the Manus rather than the Foundation, repaired mainly through the Manus goop, the reason why their legs and hands appear as branch and bone-like (is there really no other way to describe this lmao) and given a specialised bird mask and task - act as a messenger or rather harbinger of news for the Manus. Hence the crow-like mask with the symbolism of being a bringer or foreteller of bad news.

Essentially they rely news or messages of the Manus, important info, locations of bases, and when high ranking members are recruited acts as a bodyguard of sorts for those occasions. Illumination as an arcane skill enables the user to move a source of light from one place to another, and usually this source produces heat right? Watts can transfer, say the light source of a campfire into a person as offence - so yes a malicious use of the skill is basically internal combustion :).

Personality wise:

I group this together because Watts doesn't drastically change personality in between the Foundation and Manus routes: if anything the main difference in the Manus' timeline is that they're more somber and subdued, quiet and reserved. General vibe is the very menacing look of their Manus design but still retains that chill and approaching energy if you ignore the creepy hands and birb mask.

General personality? A pretty chill guy (literally they're that one meme but I have no other way to describe it in few words help),never one to initiate conversation with others but is always up for a chat. Being a member of Laplace they have the passive "slowly losing it but more or less sane" vibe with being in the workplace hellhole that is Laplace. They do have the desire to discover what had caused the fire and the accident in the first place, but in general after having lived decades by now is not outright seeking revenge and justice, is more reconciled with the accident as one moment in million they had experienced in their years of existing.

(A very pretty chill guy)

(Abilities will come later when I finalise/ have another brainrot again)

Abilties would be a combo of Joe's burn and shield mechanics, Kakania's Empathy and Yensei's healing.

They're a fire shielder and healer in sort.

[nerdeel]

idk wbat compelled me to draw in a whole different artstyle but something sure did

expect some non-td related posting soon

[ravioliet]

ODD SQUAD OCS ALERT!!!!!! ok actually only one of these guys is mine but i love all of them dearly

from left to right we have Oceane (belongs to @wisewordsofthebongos), Oriole (my girl!!!!!), and Okiku (belongs to @dragonroar87) all three of them work together at the same precinct and they are a very normal trio with absolutely no shenanigans mhmm definitely (they are the chaos disaster trio. rip to Orion he has to deal with them all the time. Orion is their precinct director btw)

[teothedragon]

Best boys fr

Teo being funny and whimsical as usual

Roger (green)

Teo (dragon)

[jeremymrowa]

IM ALIVE AND POSTING OCS!!!

[lancerious]

Scrunkly Week: Day 2

The sky is cascaded in oranges & pinks, the sun desiring its rest. The day is ending, and nature takes center stage. Waves are pushed & pulled by a barely-visible full moon, the tides at their strongest. The sand blows with the wind, allowing the zephyr to carry it away. A more peaceful location had never been witnessed, and Manifesto took full advantage of it.

Manifesto always came to this particular beach at sundown. It was the moment everyone else was leaving, all joyous at the lovely day they had experienced. And Manifesto could have the area all to himself...almost.

This beach...was the one place where Manifesto could have solace, where he could ignore his sorrows & troubles for just a moment. And he could always rely on the comfort of someone else.

Manifesto stood at the edge of a dock, simply observing. He smiled warmly, the scene before him filling him with fervor. He spoke, his words being directed at someone...unseen.

"Ahhh, what a lovely evening...the most wondrous time of day! Is yond right, Roland?"

At first, there is silence. However, eventually a voice does speak. It is wispy, faint. And, above all else...there is no observable origin for it.

"Yes, father...it is indeed."

Manifesto chuckles; simply hearing his son's voice boosted his mood even more.

"The colors art quite quaint...and behold, the traveling lamp reflecting on the water! 'Tis simply perfect!"

There is a pause before Roland's voice is heard.

"Father, may I go out for a swim?"

Manifesto abruptly loses his warm demeanor. His smile fades, eyes now gazing at the vast sea.

"Roland...'tis not safe, thou shall harm yourself...'r worse."

Roland's voice returns, sounding ever so slightly fainter.

"Father, I can do it...you have to trust me. Just for a few minutes?"

Manifesto trembles the tiniest bit, now staring intently at the water, not willing to direct his gaze elsewhere. Roland's voice returns after a VERY long minute.

"...I have to do it, father. To prove to you that I can. I will return soon."

Manifesto's hands clench into fists, lip trembling.

"N...nay! NAY! Receiveth back hither this instant! Thou art too WEAK!!"

Roland's voice comes back a final time, the faintest it's ever been.

"Goodbye, father."

Manifesto is then left alone. He falls to his knees, face in his hands. His entire body is trembling as he weeps there. The waves keep crashing, seagulls keep squawking. And yet, time itself slows to a crawl.

Manifesto eventually looks up, tears still streaming down his face. He stares out at the ocean, raw anger joining his sorrow. His face contorts, showing pure animosity. He raises his hand & curls it into a fist, shaking it vigorously.

"Beshrew thee, ocean! BESHREW THEE!!"

[buggknife]

🍕💼🎯🥊❤️✂️🧊🍀🌂🙌🍎💎🍩 gib me scrunkly lore plz 🥺

yeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaa thank you so many aahh, once again since this is a Big One I am gonna throw these under the cut/zaza pic :3

🍕 - What is their favourite food? Since we’ve established the gas station snack food thing I’ll make another addition that isn’t dependent on a modern setting: jerky, generally anything crunchy. Any setting in which chips (or even crackers) exist you can bet he’s gonna be scarfing those fuckers down.

💼 - What do they do for a living? Ok so this is funny; in everywhere except the very scuffed ass modern/fc5 AU he mainly just steals shit. If asked why he’s always very ideological about why he does it, very particular about his targets but ultimately yeah. Whatever he can’t obtain via his weirdo hermit ass lifestyle he just forages in other peoples’ homes and businesses for. He could probably make some bank selling the shit he makes if he had any tolerance for the prospective buyers but that is not going to happen because stealing is less annoying.

🎯 -What do they do best? Answered HERE

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do? Loves to fucking chill idk. If left to his own devices he would probably just roam around, climb some mountains, build some dumb shit, make a campfire, play guitar, who knows. As for hate. uhm. I don't think there's any day-to-day activity that he genuinely cant stand. Like he doesn't particularly like going to pick up the mail or answering the door but like it's not the end of the world. He definitely hates when things are done TO him though lmao- he hates being touched except by a VERY specific few people, otherwise expect to lose an arm.

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories? Answered HERE &lt;3

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories? There was a prominent antagonist in the main RP I did with him, a dracolich who managed to push his buttons like no one else could and more or less took away everything that he held dear. Needless to say Eran went full murder mode, forgot how to be human for a few years, the whole nine yards. I could gush about that RP for hours it is my favourite thing I’ve done with Eran like ever

🧊 - Is their current design the first one? I went and tracked down a specil [ EXCLUSIVE !! ] piece of sprinkle history: behold scrackle circa 2009.

Needless to say the current design is slightly different. Having said that I think I had the basics of his design dialed in within the first few years.

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC? I can’t explain this without sounding like an insane person, but it involves a fixation that 13yo bug had with a popular Canadian country-rock band. It’s all completely irrelevant now but it is funny to think about. There were comics.

🌂 - What genre do they belong in? For a long time I had him really locked in to fantasy stuff but I am less and less enamoured with that genre as time goes on for a few different reasons. It’s familiar and comfortable for me certainly, and Eran has BY FAR the most ‘lore’ in his original, fantasy-ish canon. So I’m not sure if that counts as belonging but it’s certainly his origin. Even then that's more of a setting than a genre so I'll expand on that- I think there are certain elements that make an Eran story successful in my eyes, that aren't limited to fantasy. I need him to be able to do crimes, be a Wild Boy and generally be more of a freak than a modern setting would typically allow (not to 100% trash the FC5 au but it definitely needs…something). I think it would be funny to put him in a heist movie. I’ve always liked him best when leaning heavily into the drama, character study sort of shit.

🙌 - How many sibling does your OC have? One brother, Ash, whom he hates.

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like? Bad! His whole family is a cult in its own right more or less and Eran really doesn’t want anything to do with them. It's admittedly something I haven't fleshed out toooooo much. E's very much a 'keep moving forward' type of guy so naturally his family past stuff has not had too much attention.

💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC? I have had him beef it before- obviously it’s been in self contained storylines. As for anything more permanent- hard to say. I never want to rule out the possibility entirely. I definitely feel like I’ve exhausted my writing options for him at the moment so that seems close to death in a way. I can draw the little bastard until the end of days but coherent story content has been…. Lacking. :|

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival? I don’t feel like he’s had a ‘nemesis’ really in any of the main stories. His scraps tend to be against larger organisations, the world around him or his own dumb ass decisions. I think his most persistent ‘enemy’ has been a Mages’ Guild (also from ‘The RP’ I keep blabbing on about) which he angered on many different occasions though not without good reason. ;)

[bloppxvblopp]

Quick sketch of new character, not in the manga yet, BUT he will be one of the main characters (not the main main but he'sthere alot, a frequent side character if you will). Idk when he'll be introduced yet cuz he's a lil lore heavy. Also I really need to work on a watermark, any suggestions WILL help =^

[rmelster]

watching that Christmas Carol BBC show and omg.

[sadsoftserve]

Listen... I'm mentally ill, I like this trend, Sabrina having an identity crisis is funny to me, and Dalia x Sabrina is... Cute for some reason. Idk maybe I'm just projecting my wants for a partner onto my character 😔

[connectionterminated13]

Important info about Michael's cat Foxy:

- Foxy was gifted to him once he moved in with his mom

- Foxy is a hairless cat before hairless cats as a breed became well known so hes only hairless because of the genetic mutation

- Foxy the cat is very snuggly, And like to try to climb inside of Michael shirts

- Foxy the cat absolutely hated Ennard and would hiss and bite every time they came near in Mike's body

- Foxy had nice little hand knitted sweaters For the winter because he got cold