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WOLFBELL SPOTTED!!! 🥺🩷 my precious puppy orb

Art Fight 2025 round 2

Sir Mistdew @mercyillustrator

Wolfbell @zombiecicada

Muraco: @birdon14

Mikuto: @kachikirby

Shade Knight: @rosiegardenlove

Lady Cordelia: @moonsharkss

Attacks/revenges for the second week of Artfight.

Sorry, I was a bit late. I'm trying to do them in sets of six (I got two other pieces, but I'll be saving them for next week's round 3). I'm starting to run out of steam; it's been a hard week. But on the flip side, I've managed to take out more than half of the people I intended to attack!

I AM DETERMINED I SHALL FINISH ALL THE MOOTS! Anyways, hope you all have a great day!

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Bobbin Bobbin Bobbin 🥺🩷🩷🩷 so pretty the girly she looks so fabulous

Let myself have a little brain break to design some ballroom fashion for Bobbin, inspired by some shenanigans with friends. She's so cute, my heart is melting a little bit. Look at my pretty little princess!

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Fjolaaaaa <3 I love seeing Fjola smile. She of course thinks Runa rocks that outfit, and I adore the little red wing on Runa’s right, matches her eyes

Drawing as been kinda difficult lately but I needed to draw, I was craving for paper in despair...

Have a very messy doodle of Runa, it's been a while since I drew her and I missed that honestly

@zombiecicada I also needed to draw her with Fjola :3

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For some reason when I was listening to this song, I thought of Wolfbell, so I drew her!

I hope you like it! She belongs to @zombiecicada

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Onychas.

……is….. is that her .. name?

Wolfbell: Παρακαλώ. Θέλω απλώς να πάω σπίτι.

Her arms feel weak, everything feels… weak. She barely registers Dolos and the mech jumping in front of her.

The other, larger thiriomoira sharply looks up at the mech, ginger fur spiking up in slight alarm. What was that? Her tail lashed, magic flaring back and her weapon summoning back to her paw.

Wolfbell: ΠΕΡΙΜΕΝΕΤΕ! Μην τους πληγώσετε!

She tried to get up and run to get Dolos’s attention, to try to get him to stop, but her paws give out on her, and she collapses in the snow, everything spinning and going dark.

Wolf bell is awoken by a beeping sound from a speaker and an announcement from Tille.

“We’re approaching the planet. It… might be a rough landing. Prepare yourselves.”

@nokk0

@boa35

@nightcovefox

Wolfbell gets up and finds her way to the cockpit, staring outside to see the large planet ahead.

That is home. She’s here at last.

The initial enthusiasm she had started this journey with felt lethargic and heavy inside her, but the faint flutter of hope she often clung onto to keep going, that drive to keep trying, it remained and it would be excited for the both of them.

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UGGHHHHHHGHH *rapid hand motions, frothing, pointing, gnawing at my enclosure*

So I had to pace around my house several times thinking about this- had to reread it a dozen times. I am still pacing as I type this up because this needs an analysis, I have tripped over the cats twice and run into a door way. I need to pick this apart like the fine meal it is object permanence can wait.

Gonna start with just how in character Wolfbell is, like, how perfectly she is depicted. Her art isn’t great (but seriously the poor girl is so far sighted you’re asking her to do a task that goes against her very biology) but she will show Dotty it anyways, she knows Dotty will judge its quality- but they won’t ridicule it or her, and to her that’s acceptable. She knows it’s not great and knows ‘it’s great Wolfbell!’ Is a lie, she insists she appreciates that Dotty is being honest with her of its quality, when most of her life feels like a lie or mystery. Everything from her body language, her tail wagging her arms being tucked close to her body the way she lights up in awe when Dotty shows their own art and of course her horror when she contemplates the possibility of Dotty being correct: that nobody is looking because nobody loves her.

So Dotty and Wolfbell are drawing their respective ideas of their hypothetical parents. Let’s go to that part next. Wolfbell’s idea of a hypothetical family is on point, she’s depicting a ‘traditional male’ and very ‘traditional female’ figure to represent a mother and father. It’s important to know Wolfbell is not female, nor does she identify as such, as biologically she is a simultaneous hermaphrodite. But cut off from her species and with no memory of her culture, she is going with the concept of a family she has been exposed to: Fumu’s family. Who has a mother and a father. I think this would actually be something Fumu struggles with a lot, the concept of gender roles in Cappy society where women are mothers and wives and little else. I also think Wolfbell too would be nudged into this narrow minded view by the cappies from time to time, and that she’s heard the phrase ‘that’s not very lady like’ at least once even if she’s not sure what it means or why it would apply to her. Come to think of it, Dotty is probably one of the first people she’s met who much like her doesn’t fit any obvious gender norms, and probably the first person she’s encountered to use they/them pronouns. Of course Wolfbell calls Dotty what they want to be called without question, as calling them anything else but what they want to be called doesn’t even cross her mind, very likely another aspect of her species she doesn’t quit realize is buried inside her.

Cappies have very distinctive genders, and well, Wolfbell has been living amongst them and being taught their way of life and expression, even if it could not be further from how her species expresses or understands sex and gender. Nor is this idea of family how Thiriomoira families operate. At the time of this I haven’t revealed Wolfbell’s biological family officially nor have I hinted all that much on how thiriomoira families operate, it will be revealed in Beginning of The End. The influence her lack of memory once again shows itself in this massively impactful way.

Culture death aside, onto the next point being Dotty’s reaction to the proposal that someone might or might not be looking, and Wolfbell’s response. First of all I love the comparison and I love to think that Wolfbell and Dotty are both subconsciously drawing what they want in not just a family, but life itself. Wolfbell drawing what she’s been taught to perceive as normal, loving and stable, and Dotty drawing what they think is cool and badass and strong. Of course the conversation leads her to think of her guardian Meta Knight, both the parts of him that scary her shitless (like when he comes at her swinging Galaxia like that telling her to fight) and the part of him that has her confusingly wondering, or just blindly hoping, there is some buried and subtle compassion within him. After all, he didn’t HAVE to give Wolfbell her sword or a roof over her head, but he did. Unaware or perhaps simply in denial that it is a parent’s or guardian’s bare minimum responsibility to provide a child in their care with food, clothing, safety and shelter. 3/4 is not a passing score with this kind of thing, but again, Wolfbell has little concept of what normal is, and must build off what others around her tell her is normal through their actions and their words. Unfortunately that view has become: my bare essentials are not a need they are a want.

I don’t think Wolfbell blindly believes Meta Knight loves her, or anything close to it. But I do think she genuinely believes that in his own way, he does care, and if he didn’t he would leave her to her own devices completely and never step in at all. So in the meantime, the idea that someone is out there, looking for her, loving her from afar, is a reassuring thought indeed and a small comfort in her painful day to day existence. As is hearing Dotty explain things to her, especially movies. And she’s learnt to take what comfort she can get.

@zombiecicada

What started as a simple gift comic about Wolfbell and Dotty drawing their hypothetical parents kinda turned into a philosophical debate about the value of companionship between two teenagers. Enjoi

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LMAO-

Flare: Wait what do you MEAN it has some other meaning besides chilling? I stg if you interrupt my relaxing Netflix stream-

@zombiecicada

Quick doodle of some Netflix and chill

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LMAO-

Flare: Wait what do you MEAN it has some other meaning besides chilling? I stg if you interrupt my relaxing Netflix stream-

@zombiecicada

Quick doodle of some Netflix and chill

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LMAO-

Flare: Wait what do you MEAN it has some other meaning besides chilling? I stg if you interrupt my relaxing Netflix stream-

@zombiecicada

Quick doodle of some Netflix and chill

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LMAO-

Flare: Wait what do you MEAN it has some other meaning besides chilling? I stg if you interrupt my relaxing Netflix stream-

@zombiecicada

Quick doodle of some Netflix and chill

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LMAO-

Flare: Wait what do you MEAN it has some other meaning besides chilling? I stg if you interrupt my relaxing Netflix stream-

@zombiecicada

Quick doodle of some Netflix and chill

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LMAO-

Flare: Wait what do you MEAN it has some other meaning besides chilling? I stg if you interrupt my relaxing Netflix stream-

@zombiecicada

Quick doodle of some Netflix and chill

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LMAO-

Flare: Wait what do you MEAN it has some other meaning besides chilling? I stg if you interrupt my relaxing Netflix stream-

@zombiecicada

Quick doodle of some Netflix and chill

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Flare: Wait what do you MEAN it has some other meaning besides chilling? I stg if you interrupt my relaxing Netflix stream-

@zombiecicada

Quick doodle of some Netflix and chill

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Wolfbell…. Felt confused. And hurt. But mostly confused. That other thiriomoira had looked…. Horrified to see her. Why…? Mneme hadn’t seemed scared in the slightest.

….

She squinted, thinking as hard as her sluggish brain would allow her. Mneme had not been to the mountain in a very, very long time. They did not have an answer when she asked them if they knew why she had been purged. Did…. Did this thiriomoira know why she had been purged? Did they know who she used to be? Was that why they were scared?

She turned to go and got ready to climb back down, her friends still haven’t caught up, and she was starting to worry about them!

But before she could go, the air around her shimmered blue, Wolfbell’s ears perking as stardust-like markings spread. And as she turned back around she was swiftly met with its source.

Wolfbell: !!!

On instinct, she summoned her sword in paw, her aura shield sputtering weakly around her body. Would it even work against another member of her kind? They were HUGE! But she was going to have to try- as exhausted as she may be, she couldn’t let her friends get hurt.

Wolf bell is awoken by a beeping sound from a speaker and an announcement from Tille.

“We’re approaching the planet. It… might be a rough landing. Prepare yourselves.”

@nokk0

@boa35

@nightcovefox

Wolfbell gets up and finds her way to the cockpit, staring outside to see the large planet ahead.

That is home. She’s here at last.

The initial enthusiasm she had started this journey with felt lethargic and heavy inside her, but the faint flutter of hope she often clung onto to keep going, that drive to keep trying, it remained and it would be excited for the both of them.

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Wolfbell glanced back for just a moment to the cliff behind her she had just climbed, head tilting a little bit. There had looked like there was big enough ledges for the mech to climb on….was Dotty okay? Maybe Dolos was just taking a moment…

Then the other thiriomoira caught sight of her, her ears perking. She wasn’t really sure what she was expecting, but had not exactly been a look of horror appearing on their face, their ears flicking backwards as their crest fur puffed up a bit. Wolfbell’s ears flopped back down.

???: ΕΣΕΙΣ. YOU.

It was her language. But for once she wished she didn’t understand it.

???: δεν πρέπει να είσαι εδώ. You should not be here.

Wolfbell: I… I.. είμαι χαμένος I am lost

She didn’t even get to squeak the reply out, as the other thiriomoira turned tail, phasing away in a zap of green soul magic.

Wolfbell: o…oh…

Wolf bell is awoken by a beeping sound from a speaker and an announcement from Tille.

“We’re approaching the planet. It… might be a rough landing. Prepare yourselves.”

@nokk0

@boa35

@nightcovefox

Wolfbell gets up and finds her way to the cockpit, staring outside to see the large planet ahead.

That is home. She’s here at last.

The initial enthusiasm she had started this journey with felt lethargic and heavy inside her, but the faint flutter of hope she often clung onto to keep going, that drive to keep trying, it remained and it would be excited for the both of them.

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Flare gave a little ‘oof’ as it was shoved into his hands, almost falling backwards again. He looked at the box, for a moment not seeming sure what to make of the gift, before slowly smirking.

He.. wasn’t really a fan of sweet things, it made his teeth hurt. But call it stubbornness, or possessiveness, this was his now.

Flare: Tch. Whatever.

He ripped into the box as he turned to walk back the way he had come, snapping up one of the candies. At least it had an acceptable texture, something to bite.

Flare was busy minding his business when suddenly...

"POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON-"

Something fell from the ceiling! And landed on Flare

"Pou... W... Where...?"

Now Flare did not like being near people. Most people? Most people he hated. Which… was unfortunate, when he also simultaneously hated being alone and under stimulated. But he was trying NOT to have anymore ‘biting people and causing them to turn into dark matter swordsmen that proceed to (rightfully) beat the shit out of him’ incidents so he opted to find a quiet isolated corner and busy himself with projects.

And then a fish landed on him! Because the universe saw it fit to mock him, it would seem!

Flare: HHHHHH….

His daze ended swiftly as his brain registered the voice and weight on his back, his icy gaze shot to where Fal was. Swiftly he got up, snatching the robot and hoisting him up eye level, a series of clicking emerging from the agitated pjofur.

Flare: Where the hell did you come from?