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Pride collection!

Decided to do some pride specific art! Unfortunately Dryll’s background overshadows her flag but honestly? I fuck with it a lot. It makes sense for her to be pretty subtle about her preferences and her looking on into a suspiciously lesbian flavored sunset may imply a thing or two. With that I’ll just drop these here with short blurbs about each one presented and be on my way! I’ll also either today or tomorrow post some more pride stuff, but specifically worldbuilding related, like how certain species views gender and sexuality.

1. Red - Dryll. Unfortunately I will admit she does fall into the new ace/aro trope of becoming something monstrous, but I do plan to give plenty of spotlight to other ace/aro characters that don’t. She just— was always planned to be overtaken, and also ace. I just wanted her looking out at a sunset because most of my art surrounding her is angst, she deserves a quiet moment too.

2. Orange - Dhoramir and Deyne. Two important side characters in the main story! I’m depicting their wedding here, but changed their dress colors to match the mlm flag. I do need to decide what Deyne’s medical equipment looks like, so the tank on his back is just a placeholder. I want it to fit in the lore of the world while also still very clearly being essential medical equipment. Cause before I admit, I never drew it given that I didn’t think to give him any.

3. Yellow - Ayen and Aurieliano/Ti’ber. They’re two sides of the same coin! Or more specifically, Ayen is one side while Ti’ber is the coin. Who’s the other side? Only time will tell. Regardless, even though this interaction wouldn’t actually be possible, I wanted to depict Aurie in one of their happier forms. Aurieliano belongs to my friend goldylore. Not sure what they’re talking about, but it seems like a good conversation.

4. Green - Hester, Rekahm, Iŕdauk. Hester belongs to my friend Astrum (who doesn’t have a tumblr atm) and I decided to depict them at their happiest, which is why Iŕ doesn’t have half her face burnt off. Though that is subject to change timeline wise, I haven’t fully decided. With that! I just have to learn to write a polyam pairing properly but for now we indulge in the art.

5. Blue - Ursula and Lucian. Both ace, but Ursie’s panromantic where Lucian’s heteromantic. Ursula belongs to my friend @goldylore and Lucian belongs to my friend Capri! Who I don’t think has a tumblr rn. I love these sillies because their pairing was the result of a misunderstanding ooc.

6. Purple - Devulk and Erothyn. Not much to say here! I just find it fitting if I wrapped up this collection with two gods that stand at the ends of the spectrum, hence why Devulk is in black and white and Eroth is holding pride flag colors.

Finally some Hestdauk art to tie it all together. Listening to Closer to the Moon did not do me any favors, they wound me.

Honorable mentions

Atvaths - all intersex with rare cases of being born as one gender

Kiburu - all genderfluid with rare cases of remaining as one gender

Maple - a straight ally

Chaos - genderfluid, agender

Order - aromantic and asexual

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You did not need to hurt me like this on my own short story MY GOD

HE TAUGHT THEM TO READ AFTER ALL

A Lich Lord covered his head with rags and disguised himself as a cleric, then joined the heroes' party. His reasoning? He was bored and wanted to see the world without instilling fear.

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"First, we must create a VESSEL."

"The CAGE, with human SOUL and parts!"

"Copies are monochrome, but you colored each of us in with care."

"Why don't you photocopy a Kris to play with us?"

"Between your fingers, a faint gray crease glittered stubbornly. You can never wash it all away."

"No one can choose who they are in this world."

"Who do you think taught you how to laugh? How to cry?"

"...When did you start being yourself?"

To be loved is to be changed in form.

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Hello! Gonna start this right off the bat with an interaction doodle because there’s some eye strain below (at least I think there is. It isn’t too bad because it’s just neon colors but still)

Ok! So my brother also made a vessel oc and he had the idea of combining them to make a “master vessel”.

Which then lead to the idea of them fusing because their save files got corrupted and they merged together. Why? We don’t know! Perhaps we’ll discover that later.

Below are their regular form :] made by my brother, and also below is a snowgrave concept. Plus an added doodle of the two of them trying (and failing) to separate

And below THAT is my brother’s vessel reference cause I think they’re neat

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Chapter 4 has me in a CHOKEHOLD dude so I wound up making a deltarune oc based off the vessel we make in the beginning

There’s a doodle page below but I wound up making a snow grave version of Dahlia too (shown in her ref). I’d imagine she was angry when her choices didn’t matter after effectively being forced into Kris’s body (after all, we didn’t want to be here either. our vessel was destroyed in the beginning.) and decided to take it out on the world, which was absolutely fueled by Kris slamming her into a cage in chapter one.

Her snowgrave/weird route body is based off the thorn ring, and I named her Dahlia due to the flower having different meanings based on its color. Red Dahlia’s symbolize strength and power, which goes perfectly given the power she has over Kris.

Green Dahlias are significant because I made her favorite color green, and green Dahlia’s represent new beginnings and change. Which she was denied being turned into a red soul (also does the missing crayon color in Kris’s house change depending on the color you choose? Because when I went to inspect the drawers it mentioned a green crayon being missing).

Black Dahlia’s represent betrayal and sadness. Also, they’re not fully black! They’re a deep crimson, which I find neat.

I wound up naming the save “Dahlia” too, and got some special dialog about the creator and the vessel being the same. With that though here’s an interaction doodle page between Kris and Dahlia✨

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More Aureliano Content! I don’t have a favourite I promise I’ll post other art of other characters soon!

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the turkey swiss on rye incident

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hey guys check it out I can do a frontside 180 with my stomach haha

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i like this sketch but will never finish it

yes it's that one screenshot inspired

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Im struggling to tag the owner of the comment but I needed to pull this out of the notes section. I have no clue how true this is but im DYING

"An insult to practically everybody with any point of view at all" one of the most beautiful sentences possible with the English language.

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What about caretaker that is also a whumpee? Like, two whumpees, but one is also trying their darnedest to take care of the other.

Yes!

I'm recently having a scenario in my mind where two Whumpees escape from somewhere, maybe a lab where they got experimented on, or somewhere where they were tortured for information.

A manages to escape, and frees B as they go.

But before they escaped, B had just been put through something terrible. So A is already hurt because of the time in there, but they're doing slightly better than B. Now they're on the run, with A trying to take care of B, while hurting themselves and not getting any rest.

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Cat pic time because I love them

The little black kitten is a foster we dubbed Creature :]

The gray one is Theo (thesaurus), the meercat is (English) Lexicon, and the final cat is my bbg bean. We have two others but tumblr only let me attach 10 picw

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Short story below the cut! I wrote for a little while here 💀 this has been sitting in my drafts for ages too so I figured I'd finish it.

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Day 1.

Hey so, I'm writing this journal because I really, really hope this ends soon. Also if I die it might be cool to have something that proves I lived-- I guess?? I'm not sure I'm just--

This is fucking crazy. So, here's to day one and here's what happened.

We all thought it was a joke at first, maybe one of the newbies in the radio station decided to play a little prank-- but there's always those doomsday folks that prepare for just this situation. Those with the bunkers, the cans of food, who prepare for the unprepared when they inevitably buy up all the supplies in stock. It's what my Uncle Rich did; first to heed the warning, first in the bunker, first to insist we all join him, and the first man to die. I think. I don't really know. It's all so confusing and I'm writing this at 4 something in the morning so give me a break.

Anyway, about... I want to say a week later after Uncle Rich went into hiding. But when we got there he was gone, and I don't mean we discovered his corpse draped over the couch like a sack of potatoes I mean he was GONE. Everything was GONE. the furniture the carpet HIM was GONE as if it never existed to begin with! All that remained was this weird- smelly- slimy substance no one could really figure out what. It was smeared on the walls dripping from the ceiling seeping into the concrete floor.

We didn't JUST lose Rich either. Neighbors that routinely locked the door at night (I did not, for I worked overnight shifts and always forgot out of sheer exhaustion. At first I used to kick myself in the head about it being dangerous but thank God for brainfog or something right?) came about the same fate. Old Miss Peterson was gone, Little Todd and his mom was gone, even the hermit who I never bothered to check on before was-- just. Gone.

So I began staying with my mom in her little town. Though it was unbearable being around the damn cat who cant seem to stop screaming at corners scratching up furniture, it was worth it just to be together.

Day 14.

Nearly all the doors in the neighborhood have been replaced with screens or removed entirely. I think the only good thing that came out of this was the fact that people were going outside and talking to each other again, checking in and just-- acknowledging someone else. Mom says shes never seen so many faces, Critter (the cat) agrees by slapping her hand away from its stomach. He made her bleed and mom didn't seem to bothered by it which was... weird. I really don't understand cat people but okay. Is that just something you guys accept?

I mean maybe it's just me being queasy around blood. I never did too well with it to be truthful.

Day 30.

After nothing on the radio for weeks and nothing happening we all met in the middle of town for a meeting. The mayor said something about possibly returning doors back onto people's houses and deciding to trust that whatever did happen was over, but obviously he didn't want to declare it so until the government said it was okay. The only reason why this was even brought up was because it's becoming tourist season and getting increasingly hotter, so a lot of townspeople didn't feel comfortable keeping their doors off for much longer. You know with the risk of thieves and higher electricity bills and all. I think it's a bit fucked that we still have to pay bills but, hey, money makes the world go round right?

It came down to asking somebody to volunteer themselves to take the risk. Obviously, nobody volunteered because why the hell would you.

Except mom did. I looked at her like she was crazy but she was always a giving sort of person and said "it's just one night. We can stay awake and be close to the door just in case okay?" Sooo I guess we're doing this then?? You know what really doesn't help is everyone was suddenly very interested in being our friends after, so not only were we sacrificing ourselves to the slime people were treating us like we were already dead! Fuck-ing whoopie!

But you know I refuse to leave my mom. She's all I have left. Her and Critter. I'm just hoping her bravery isn't because she's tired of the mosquitos.

So, anyway. If this is my last journal entry then I got digested. Good luck!

Day 31.

Last night mom and I set up shop next to the door that the Mayor helped us put back in (the neighbors didn't. Many said they didnt want the blood on their hands should something have happened). We locked it and just kind of stayed in the living room together after binging our favorite show as a source of comfort. For once, Critter was actually really chill. Chill enough to the point where he didn't let out a peep and just stayed close by.

There was something weird though? Like yeah Critter was chill but he wasn't calm. The little guy was fluffed up and only really cuddled up against me, not mom. In fact he didnt seem to like mom at ALL he just didnt vocalize it like he used to with me. Mom didnt seem to notice, just fixated on the TV and saying "I've never seen so many faces" again.

... so yeah, don't tell her this, but I didn't sleep inside. I opted to sleep in the chair hammock thing on the porch with Critter. Either way, we survived, and mom didn't disappear like the rest of them.

Day 32

Some people took our survival as a sign that things were over. Some people were still skeptical. Doors are returning to their houses. Critter still avoids mom.

Day 35

No one's Gone yet, thankfully. In fact nothing really seems to be happening anymore. Im starting to think it really is over but Critter avoiding mom and being as quiet as he is is starting to freak me out. No matter how many people offer me a place to sleep I just tell them I'm outdoorsy, I like the fresh air, and they leave me alone.

Some people do pull me aside and ask if I'm okay though. I tried telling people that Critter doesn't trust mom and they wind up brushing it off because he's "just a dumb animal", and "I wouldn't give it much thought." Which normally, I wouldn't! But these people locked their doors the night before so how do I know that whatever's going on with mom isn't going on with them? Anyway, until something starts happening I think I'm going to stop writing in here. Im getting weird looks now sooo... I may leave town tomorrow. I just have to make sure mom's okay first.

But I don't think she is.

Entry 7.

They tried taking Critter.

Entry 8.

The page is covered in scribbles and chicken scratch, indicating anxiety and rushed. Its ripped in some places where the author had pressed too hard. There's wet spots on the page thats long since dried.

Fuck fuck fuck I fucking knew it. I KNEW it. Except I didnt. But i did? I don't know! I just-

I had to run-- drive-- ANYTHING. They tried takogn critter rrom me yesterday. I was sleeping with him on the pourch like normal and they tried ripping yim rromcmy hands like he wasnr a living breathing thkng! For the firdt time in days crotter acramed and I wound up puncuing a kid to get him out if their grasp. Im so fucking scared I almost lost Critter they tried to TAKEA HKM FROM ME LIKE WHAT THE FUCK.

Thie fucking town is insane. Theyr eGINE THEYRE ALL GONE MOMS GONR THEYRE (dried tear stains cause the writing to bleed together and greatly disturb the legibility of the entry. There appears to be cat fur stuck to the age, Critter must've brushed himself against the author of the journal.)

Entry 9

I lost track of how many days it's been. I've been sleeping in my car and constantly on the move, just Critter and I. I don't stay in towns with doors anymore, and even without doors I only stay long enough to warn people and get gas, maybe something to eat. I lock my doors but keep the windows cracked enough to make it count.

I... am really lonely, honestly. If it weren't for Critter keeping me company I don't know how long I would've lasted out here. I don't even want to go home. Whatever became of Mom might find me there.

... I miss her. I miss Uncle Rich. I miss my friends, my lame job, my lame life.

I just hope I find somebody else, someone who isnt Gone.

Entry 10

It's weird how much use I'm getting out of this thing. I kind of wish I invested in one of those cool journals that usually collects dust on a shelf because you never know what to use it for. This composition notebook is good sure, but if a historian discovers my body with it I won't look nearly as cool. I kind of hope to die in like, some cool epic battle though, become a sick environmental skeleton. Or epic clothes! That'll make up for it.

Day 213

Apparently it's been seven months already. I found out because I ran into somebody on the road who's keeping track. She seemed cool, not Gone. Apparently she went through something similar and also jumped ship when her brother went Gone-- she has a dog too! His name is Rex and hes a cute German Sheppard... Critter doesn't seem to think so haha, but that's to be expected.

He likes her though! Kinda. He hisses when she moves too quick but he at least meows around her. Her names Rosy and we're going to start traveling together. Shes got a sick truck. I wish I had a truck.

Day 230

We found another survivor.

His name is Finnegan Oswell, old army vet i think in hiiiis 60s? He has a kid with him. A 14 year old named Ezekiel thats taller than Rosy (she's not happy about it). It's about the same story as ours, his daughter (zeke's mom) went Gone. Heartbreaking stuff but, you know. Im just glad to know that there's people out here.

We added them to our merry band of survivors.

Day 231

Ezekiel survived the event that took his family, and... holy fucking shit.

He described it as the shadows turning to tar and it getting harder to breathe. He was on the second floor at the time, his mom slept on the first floor. He watched the house get brighter as the darkness lept from the walls and swallowed everything whole. The only reason he wound up surviving was because he broke a window and jumped. (Which explains why his nose is crooked and his missing a tooth, yeesh).

When he returned with Finn they found nothing but a sticky slimy substance coating the walls, ceilings, and floors... except in Zeke's room.

If this ever ends I think we all need some major therapy.

Final Entry. Day 477.

Wow, does time fly?

I think you, future historian, will be sad to know that I'm not sure this ever ends. Every town or city we passed through people were gone or Gone. All of them with lockable doors.

But! You'll be happy (I hope) to know that I'm doing... okay.

Along the way our group grew from the 4 of us, to 6, to 10, to probably like 50 people. We found refuge in a nice comfortable state where it didn't get unbearably hot and it didn't get unbearably cold either (don't ask me the name of the state I completely forgot) in a forest too for that extra shade and stuff. I think this used to be an old campground? It's next to a river and the campground owner was happy to see people.

We built walls around the campground the way beavers build their dams, and built stuff that always had a gap large enough to count. Everyone pitches in, checks in on each other it's... nice. It's really good.

Ezekiel turned 15 last week, actually. He's made new friends and seems to really be thriving here, Rosy began teasing about him and Roxanne together because of course she would. A couple of Finn's old army buddies managed to find this place, and I think thats the first time I've ever seen 3 old men weep in each other's arms. Might be my last too! Finn told me he'll whip me if he finds out I wrote this event down but how can I NOT?

Speaking of Rosy, we've become close, so has Rex and Critter (I mean seriously, those two are inseperable now). She's my best friend and if it weren't for her, I think I'd be Gone too.

Anyway, we aren't sure if the world outside is Gone for good or if it's ever going to recover. But what's important is that we are Here. Or we were Here by the time you read this, future historian.

This may be my last Journal entry as I'm really ready to move on from this and start a new chapter in my life. So...

Audrey, out!

“Attention all citizens - This is not a drill - Do not shelter in place - Avoid enclosed spaces - Leave doors and windows open”