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Small sketch of a swamp lady I thought of

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Let the games begin

this is an au of sorts that I have been working on with @burnt-pheonix for a while now. We call it Floor Club. Enjoy!

The hallway was dark, lit only by the small purple-flamed candles that lined the wall. From the faint light, barely visible paintings could be seen; though their contents were shrouded by darkness. A woman walked gracefully down the hallway, her figure mostly covered in shadow. Her eyes however were a bright, glowing violet that held distress in them. She walked down the hall, muscle memory directing her to the right room. A dark door that was partially ajar. Sighing gently, she pushed the door open and stood in the doorway.

“You know, if you want to keep your meetings secret, it would be wise to completely close the door. Who knows what kind of people could simply waltz in.” The woman smiled playfully.

Two heads turned in her direction. A man sitting at a large, circular table tutted. His eyes were nearly identical to the woman in the doorway, glowing brightly, serving as one of the only sources of light in the dark room. He placed a figure down on the chessboard in front of him. In the center of the board was a small model of a mansion. A few figures were placed in and around the house.

“Well I’m afraid I’ve been too busy to worry about the door.” He responded, annoyance lacing his words.

A giggle emits from another party in the room. A woman with dark blue eyes smirks. She is lounging in a rather luxurious armchair, skimming through an old book.

“Oh yes, little brother was sooo busy playing with his little toys~” the woman in the chair teases. The man at the table, who she referred to as her brother, was less than amused.

“They are not toys. They are models of real mortals. It helps me organize everything.”

The woman in the doorway had tuned out their bickering and walked closer to the man at the table.

“Speaking of the mortals,” she hesitated. “The doctor failed. It seems father’s ability to reform these creatures hasn’t been lost.”

The blue-eyed woman’s smile drops. She appears to be upset, perhaps even offended, by this remark. However, she responds merely with a scoff and

“Not surprising in the least.”

The man at the table finally smiled. He turned back to the woman who approached him, once again holding up the figure from the chessboard.

“Fear not, sister, I am always three steps ahead. I have an array of backups.”

He gestures to a bubble of what appeared to be purple light, emitting a soft, lavender glow. In it, were an assortment of figures who seemed to be… asleep. Floating inside the bubble. He then gestures to a small group of figures next to the chessboard. A prince, a soldier, a serpent, a man with an animal mask. And in a separate bubble, two monochrome figures. One of which seemed to glitch in the bubble.

The three siblings shared a sinister grin. The man took the prince and placed him at the doorstep of the mansion.

“Let the games begin~”

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Happy birthday to my little April fool, Cassidy! She is so silly and goes a goofy little adventures :>

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Unstoppable Force (my love of seeing other people's takes/stylization on my OCs) vs Immovable Object (my gripping fear of not doing other people's OCs enough justice when I draw them)

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"They say you used to be so kind."

Mr. Tyler and his deceased wife. Mrs. Tyler disappeared under unknown circumstances two years after the marriage. Despite having remarried and that none of Mr. Tyler's later children are related to her. This picture is still up in the home to this day.

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"Another door, another question!"

I'm just going crazy with drawing characters from the Save! Here we have (from left to right) River Blackburn, Mia Stevens, Jessica Parker, Willow Eden, and Alex Stellar! My little sillies frfr.

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Ghosting

Henrik didn't like Barbosa very much. They were in the middle of a war, and you could tell. He didn't want any part in this war, which is ironic considering where he was.

"Henrik," William, King of Barbosa, says, pulling his attention.

"Sorry," he stutters out, only to be interrupted by the King, "Veronica..." William's voice goes quiet as his gaze turns to where Henrik's was.

"Sorry, I just thought it looked nice." Henrik says sheepishly, feeling like he's committed a crime.

"She was my fiance."

Henrik looks at William, who sounded hallow as he spoke.

"She was my muse, Veronica Phonix of The Emerald Iles."

"Wait. Aren't you at war with them? What happened?" Henrik asks, sitting up to comfort William.

"Weeks before our wedding, she was killed. So, I dealt with the killer-" William interrupts himself to shoo away Henrik, "I think we are done for today. Leave."

The castle was huge. That's how Henrik got lost. Time wasn't the same here as it was on eath, meaning it felt like hours before he saw someone again.

A boy, or, well man, not much taller than him with brown hair wearing light blue. He seemed rather surprised to see Henrik.

"My name is Gabriel."

"Mine is Henrik." Henrik held his hand out to shake, but Gabriel instead turned around, leading him to a way out.

Once Henrik started to recognize the corridors, the air became think. As if something dead was refusing to die.

"Hide," Gabriel says softly.

Henrik gets chills as he hides behind a pillar. The sound of heals echoes through his ears. It makes him sick. The last time he felt like this, *they* died.

"Who were you talking to?" The new voice was rough, but feminine.

"Myself," Gabriel responds, sounding like a bad lier.

Henrik can't help himself. He doesn't understand what compelled him to look, but he does.

She wore a pink, almost maroon dress covered in white embroidery. Her long brown hair pulled up, showing pearl earrings. She looked a lot like Gabriel, her eyes, maybe they were green once, like his. But now, all that remains are three long slash marks horizontally stretching across her face.

The realization hits him like a truck.

"Veronica," he whispers in horror.

The twins look over in his direction. The lights shone through them as they did.

"I knew you were lying!" Veronica snaps at Gabriel.

Veronica says something else as she walks closer to Henrik, her heals clacking against the floor as she does so. Whatever she says, Henrik doesn't hear it. All he can think of is how she can see him. She, now inches away from him, opens her eyes, and he passes out.

Another ghost stands over him, her head floating above her neck. Her face, it was wrong. Everything but her right eye was blurry, showing nothing but a paralyzing green eye.

Once Henrik opens his eyes again William is standing over him.

"Did you have a nice rest?" William asks, sounding annoyed.

As William talks, Henrik tries to understand what he has witnessed. Maybe he won't tell William. Not yet, at least.

@ for the gang:

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"Want to make a deal?"

If you ever find yourself unfortunate enough to end up in a maze of rooms and puzzles. Full of symbols you don't understand and graffiti of those before you, you better hope you never run into Circe and her sister. They will bring you to your maker.

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"And I know where to look..."

Sorry if it's deep fried to shit. I gotta draw on my laptop and then emil it to myself lol :b Anyways enjoy the boys

Dallas and Romero both belong to this very talented guy: @ratwhowrites

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What's up, goofy gang! Today is one of my little goobers' birthdays, so in honor of that. I'm gonna talk about her! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO CHARLOTTE SIMMONS!

Charlotte's universe, Pangea, is owned by Yellow, also known as Gialla or Dawn Bringer. Pangea is one of the rare universes that warship the Color Gods. Charlotte lives in The Gialla Sector. The sectors are all separated by which God they warship and are constantly at war. Charlotte died in one of these wars, saving her girlfriend Sapphire.

Charlotte doesn't remember much of her parents as they passed shortly after her younger sister, Sophia, was born. The two girls grew up with their grandmother, a baker. Due to this, Charlotte herself became quite the baker. After her death, Purple, known as Morado or Life's Messenger, scooped up her soul for their amazing plan.

Now, here in the Pheonix lore, we follow the buddy system... because I like even numbers, and I made a lot of these goobers on the same day. Charlotte's buddy is Stark Jackson, a little axolotl who speaks to her telepathically! Charlotte was quite shy when she first met the others, Stark only being able to talk through Charlotte kinda forced her to talk and make friends with the other house members.

Charlotte is a sweetheart. When she does talk to others, she is quite friendly and happy to give out little treats to everyone. She was made in 2019, making her officially five lmao. Anyways, I really like Charlotte! She is such a goober, and I can't wait to make more stuff with her! :D

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It is time

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Damn I wonder who this might be

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It's okay guys! Freddy's just nervous

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The Mad King of Opal

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(I used Ibis paint on my old ass laptop so forgive the pixels.)

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THE GANG :0

i should’ve been a hex bug

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those fuck ass animatronics would not have stood a chance against this absolute god