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meet adylen thrash, aka the wrangler, a fugitive hunter for the fleet

he's sometimes (unaffectionately) referred to as "ace" due to his proficiency in card games

never play him in poker btw

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i had fun with this

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oh hallo~

this is lorenz weisse, and despite how he looks, he actually oversees the mechanics and engineering on the ripmaw

when no one else can figure out how to fix a machine, they bring this guy out and he just does a gay little strut towards the machine, dirtytalks it in his high pitched, heavily accented voice, futzes with it, and somehow walks away with it working again

most people think hes Very weird and choose not to talk to him unless they absolutely have to

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jellicle cats CAN and jellicle cats DO

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details about ocs!

send an emoji/description of emoji to learn more about a writer's oc! many of these are taken from my munday asks meme, because i thought it would be fun to make a version for characters too! the prompts are categorized by emoji type and given descriptions in case anyone can't see the symbols. can be used for roleplayers and any general writers alike! for roleplayers, these can also be used for your interpretations of canon characters if you so desire as well!

𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒. 💭 THOUGHT BALLOON — what is your oc's MBTI, enneagram, and/or other personality aspects (if known/interested in)? 🚗 CAR — does your oc have a driver's license? can they drive/operate any automobiles/machinery besides cars? ✈️ AIRPLANE — does your oc like traveling, or do they consider themselves a more homey person? 🎮 VIDEO GAME CONTROLLER — what are three of your oc's favorite hobbies? 💍 RING — does your oc have any piercings? do they want any (more) piercings? 🖊️ BALLPOINT PEN — does your oc have any tattoos? do they want any (more) tattoos? 📚 BOOKS — what level of education has your oc most recently completed/is currently in (GED, undergraduate, grad school, phd, etc)? 🎻 VIOLIN — does your oc play any instruments? what is their skill level (beginner/intermediate/advanced/virtuoso/etc)? 🩹 ADHESIVE BANDAGE — does your oc have any physical and/or mental disabilities? 🩸 DROP OF BLOOD — what is your oc's blood type?

𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐒. 🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often? 💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know. 💤 SLEEPING SIGN — is your oc a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are their sleeping habits? 🔱 TRIDENT EMBLEM — can your oc swim? do they enjoy swimming? 🔺 RED TRIANGLE POINTED UP — does your oc know how to use any weapons? 🔶 LARGE ORANGE DIAMOND — does your oc know cpr? do they have any other medical expertise? 🚫 PROHIBITED — does your oc drink/smoke? do they do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events?

𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄. 🌈 RAINBOW — what is your oc's sexual orientation/gender identity? what pronouns do they use? 🎄 CHRISTMAS TREE — what is your oc's favorite holiday? 🐶 DOG FACE — does your oc have any pets? 🐈 CAT — does your oc prefer a wide circle of friends or a few close friends? 🐷 PIG FACE — what is your oc's favorite animal? 🐉 DRAGON — what is your oc's favorite mythical creature? 🍃 LEAVES FLUTTERING IN WIND — what is/was your oc's favorite subject in school? 🌴 PALM TREE — does your oc have a green thumb? do they enjoy gardening? 🍎 RED APPLE — where was your oc born? do they still live in/around their place of birth or do they live somewhere else? how do they feel about their birthplace?

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒. ❤️ RED HEART — what are three of your oc's positive traits? 🤍 WHITE HEART — what are three of your oc's neutral/questionable traits? 💔 BROKEN HEART — what are three of your oc's negative traits? 💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them? 🧡 ORANGE HEART — does your oc tend to prioritize family or friends? 💛 YELLOW HEART — how many languages does your oc speak? what language(s) are they learning, if any? 💚 GREEN HEART — does your oc prefer being inside or outside? 💙 BLUE HEART — does your oc have any cool/special powers and/or abilities? how are they with magic, if it exists in their world? 💜 PURPLE HEART — what is your oc's ancestry/genetic background? 🖤 BLACK HEART — has your oc killed or seriously wounded anyone before? have they broken someone's heart and/or broken someone's trust?

𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒. 🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE — when is your oc's birthday? how old are they? what are their sun, moon, & rising signs (if known)? what about their tarot card, ruling planet, & ruling number (if known)? do they fit the typical traits of these sun, moon, & rising signs? 🍝 SPAGHETTI — what is/are your oc's favorite food(s)? 🍰 SHORTCAKE — what is/are your oc's favorite sweet(s)/dessert(s)? 🍦 SOFT ICE CREAM — what is/are your oc's favorite ice cream flavor(s)? 🍔 HAMBURGER — is your oc good at cooking? are they good at baking? which one do they prefer? 🥯 BAGEL — what does your oc's typical breakfast look like? do they usually eat breakfast? 🥪 SANDWICH — what does your oc's typical lunch look like? do they usually eat lunch? 🍛 CURRY AND RICE — what does your oc's typical dinner look like? do they usually eat dinner? 🍸 COCKTAIL GLASS — what is your oc's favorite alcoholic drink, if they can drink? ☕️ HOT BEVERAGE — does your oc prefer coffee, tea, hot chocolate, milk, water, or some other drink? how do they like to take this drink (ex. coffee with milk, hot chocolate with whipped cream, a specific kind of tea, etc)?

𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄. 😊 SMILING FACE WITH SMILING EYES — what are your oc's career/general life desires? what do they want to get the most out of life? 😖 CONFOUNDED FACE — is your oc an introvert, an extrovert, or an ambivert? do they let people in easily, or are they more reserved? 🤔 THINKING FACE — what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms? 🧐 FACE WITH MONOCLE — is your oc more logical or emotional? 🤓 SMILING FACE WITH GLASSES — is your oc chatty or quiet? are they at ease in social situations, or are they more shy? 🤩 FACE WITH STARRY EYES — is your oc a planner, or are they more spontaneous in their actions? 😥 SAD BUT RELIEVED FACE — is your oc prone to getting stressed out, or is it easy for them to keep their cool? 😓 DOWNCAST FACE WITH SWEAT — is your oc open-minded or stubborn? are they inquisitive or do they prefer to keep to their bubble of knowledge? 😞 DISAPPOINTED FACE — does your oc attract others, or do they tend to be left alone? 🤒 FACE WITH THERMOMETER — does your oc get sick easily? 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 FAMILY WITH MOTHER, FATHER, SON AND DAUGHTER — how many people are in your oc's immediate family? how many people are in your oc's extended family? do they have aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, etc? who in their family are they closest with? are they close with their birth family, or do they have a found family?

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sometimes i draw too

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SYBILE VEINNE'S GLOWING UNDEAD LIFE

[EXT. ALTERNIAN DAYLIGHT]

The Alternian sun is a caustic, blistering thing, a mirage of hope to the uninitiated, offering possible peace to those who can bear it. A stark white leech folds its massive body forward towards salvation.

> Be you.

[INT. SYBILE’S HIVE]

Or be me. That delineation matters little in the end. What you give to me, I will give to you. And we will find ourselves always in some way one in the same.

You are SYBILE VEINNE. You are dead. Rather, UNDEAD as the title would have it and GLOWING for that matter. A stiff body on the ground with stagnant Jade blood pooled along your back, all in the glorious, erratic bioluminescent phase of starvation.  This isn’t the first time you’ve starved. Really, you’ve been at it for half a sweep and made quite the unassuming living statue until your lusus saw to change this. Since then, you’ve been cycling between her feedings, going from awake and vital back into your undeathly, unending slumber.  You figure she was hungry and agitated with having to feed herself for so long.  We can’t all be so lucky to croak without strings attached.

> “What’s your secret?”

What an engaging question, SYBILE. Thank you for the interest, SYBILE. Aren’t these internal interviews always fun? Jokes, you promise to yourself. The kind the audience is in on are the best. You figure you have none. There are two reasons for this, you see.   One, to have a secret, there must be an audience to hide it from. You don’t remember the last time you had an audience with anyone on Alternia. Your aim is to keep it that way. If your existence itself is shut away from the world, what makes a secret?  Two, you’ve just opened up your existence to the world with the first command. The in-joke of being SYBILE VEINNE. Anyone can now be you or be me at this very moment with the right circumstances leading to it. If your existence itself is open completely to the world, what makes a secret? Part of you wishes you could have secrets. But the thing is, you are literally GLOWING, snapping back and forth between an on and off switch. An open secret is even the fool’s knowledge.  You’re a rainbow drinker.

> “What’s a rainbow drinker?”

I’ve been stuck on that one too, SYBILE.  So far, most of your rainbow drinking LIFE has comprised of lying on your back and not-so-decomposing into fleshy stone. Most of the blood provided to you has come from your leech mom, rather than your own biological impulse thrusting you upon an unsuspecting victim.  It’s not a morality or disgust thing keeping you from personally attaining the blood you crave but rather a general stagnation of LIFE. You figure a rainbow drinker LIFE is really just like any other LIFE. And LIFE is not something you were ever good at. You tried to reject it for a reason. But as an unlucky Jade, you had the gene for a particular kind of bloodthirstiness running through your slowing pulse and it rejected your rejection for you. After some more agonies, you awoke to the world again, GLOWING.  The world still did not awake to you.

> Hear crashing.

Mom is a clumsy, wet thing when she’s full. You’d think after all these sweeps she’d learn how to handle her blood bloated body. Mom bunches up beside you, sucker hovering over your slightly open mouth. You’ve always had trouble breathing out of your nose. You never really knew she had the ability to throw blood back up until she started feeding you in desperation after you gave up on your rainbow drinking LIFE.  Rust blood trickles down from her sucker, hitting right above your top lip. Her aim isn’t great. As more cascades down, blood flows out from the landing point, traveling to the mouth one way and up the nostril the other.  It begins to flood down your throat, opening it wide like a gasp of air. You feel the need to cough, but your muscles haven’t given in yet. For a few minutes, you stay as stone.  The blood up your nostril makes you want to squirm but that’s an even more taxing movement. And here it is, the wave of nausea crawling up from your stomach, embracing the back of your throat.  Movement awakens in your veins and the weight begins to lift from your back. Your blood is redistributing, cracking open the stone of your body little by little. Small electrical pulses ring through as it adjusts to sensation again. The nausea heightens. It hurts to wake up.

> Be SYBILE VEINNE.

You don’t really want to be SYBILE VEINNE right now. It sounds like SYBILE is having a possibly excruciating moment in their body and a poor outlook on LIFE. If you could consider it a LIFE at all. It’s hard to be SYBILE VEINNE. SYBILE VEINNE doesn’t even want to be SYBILE VEINNE. Why would I want to be SYBILE VEINNE? I don’t know, SYBILE. But you’re still GLOWING.

> Sit up and turn the GLOWING off.

You are going to ache for a while. You don’t know how you learned to turn the GLOWING off. You don’t even remember doing it for the first time. It just came with the package, you think. From all the stories you read about rainbow drinkers in your old life, they all had to learn the hard way.  Maybe all you’ve known is the hard way.

> Be SYBILE VEINNE.

You could starve again. And Mom could go off on her own again, either die out there or come home bloated for two. And you’ll wake up again.  You don’t really want to be SYBILE VEINNE but you don’t have much of a choice if you want this story. And you can tell a story is coming. You’re a bit of a prognosticator, in that way. To be SYBILE means you’re going to have to start living a LIFE. 

> “Welcome to the hard way.”

[FADE TO BLACK]

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PRIMAVERA, NEW AND IMPROVED!

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start of the month means wip wrap-up! mostly all pathfinder this time around :) Since starting school again I've been super busy so I haven't been able to complete last month's wips (or maybe i should stop making more? dunno...) so here's hoping I get more time once I hit summer break <3

ellis (cutiepie catboy) belongs to @tetranocular <:)

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what is this "boop" mechanic tumblr has added. fascinating...

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Did a little chibi doodle of Jules in a dress and cleaned it up enough that i think i can post it here, so here he is.. <3

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i aint frustrated with my art or anything but i am frustrated w how long it takes me to finish a piece. ya feel me

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stheno/nephilim tyrant champion for a vaults of abomination campaign

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and last (of my mains) but certainly not least.......the one who's been having her story told from the perspective of everyone but her own

now that she's been given a second chance, perhaps she'll finally have her own voice?

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Simon Says

Happy 11:30am on a Monday! Uhm. You guys up for a game? tw: uhm! involuntary body movement? technically body horror? not really. help me [doc] —

Crack! The sound of the plaster mask snapping in two fills the air, a few of the pieces escape the frantic hands of their owner as they fall from his face to the floor to shatter into infinitely more pieces. In his hand, Termia holds a little more than half to his face and stares, with one newly exposed eye that practically bulges out of his head, at the other half that decorates the floor at his feet like a million tiny eggshells.

His assailant lets out a laugh, a triumphant bark that draws the attention of that single eye to them in a snap. Termia tilts his head, something in his neck pops, and the sudden silence begins to poison the room with the vitriol that pools from somewhere deep inside him. The other troll instantly falls silent as well, finding that they don’t like how suddenly stern his disposition has become.

He takes one step forward, hand still secured to his face and all of the rage he feels roils into that deep orange-red his sclera starts to turn, stands a little straighter, and looms as he closes the plaster covered distance between them.

Then he laughs. A giddy sound that rips out of his throat in place of a growl, it hitches, and the movement causes more stray pieces from his fracturing mask to fall to the floor.  “I didn’t know we were playing rough!” He says between his fits of giggles, coming to a stop when he has to bend at an awkward angle to see the troll he looms over. “I can play rough!”

Rather suddenly another spike of laughter rushes out of him and he pulls the rest of his crumbling mask up from his face to reveal a deranged smile that shows off needle sharp teeth, usually concealed by that fine layer of plaster.

“Simon Says?”

There is no response, instead they stare up at him as though puzzling together how they might get themself out of this situation.

Impossibly his grin grows wider, accentuating the smile lines that crowd around his lips, and in one quick practiced movement, he uses the jagged edge of the mask to slice into the cheek of his now horrified target.

They watch with a mixture of confusion and fear as he lets his tongue glide up the length of the accessory-turned-weapon, lapping up the blood from the wound.

“Simon says?” He repeats, eyes now aglow with the life of his voodoos.

This time they nod with an enthusiasm that matches the laugh that erupts from him, their eyes the size of saucers. 

“I don’t think I have to explain the rules to this one, it’s pretty straightforward. Simon says, hm, touch your nose!” He touches his own finger to his nose and the other troll mirrors the action. “You got it! Just like that!”

Termia takes a couple of steps back, to give them room for their game, in the meantime placing the broken and blood covered mask back on his face.

“Alright, Simon says do a somersault.” And just as he did the last time, as soon as the words leave his mouth, he crouches down and does a somersault, he comes to sit with his legs crossed and staring up at his playmate.

There is a brief moment where nothing happens, the purple blood watching expectantly and the other troll makes no move. Their fingers twitch at their side. Realization of their own autonomy hits them and they make quick work of attempting to dart in the direction opposite of Termia. Two or three steps away from their starting point, their body comes to a halt.

“Simon. Says. Do a somersault.” Termia grits and they turn around to face him again before obediently fulfilling the command.

“That’s much better! Don’t worry, I’ll help you if you forget, again.”

The troll across from him shakes their head, swallowing hard around the fear that lodges itself in their throat. “I… I’m sorry--”

“Sorry? Don’t worry about it! Simon says do a bridge pose!” The pair follow the command at the same time this round. “Very good! Now stand up.”

This time there is no hesitation, his playmate pulls themself up to their feet and looks down at the masked troll with bewilderment painted on their face.

”Tsk,” he shakes his head and they come down hard on their hands to re-engage the bridge pose. Tiny pieces of plaster crumble ever more and embed themselves into their skin, they yelp out a pained cry. “Simon didn’t tell you to do that. This is a game wigglers play, you know.” He speaks slowly, enunciating each syllable sympathetically. “Don’t worry. I know how hard it can be. Simon says, do what I do.”

And though his mouth is covered now, it is hard not to hear the grin hiding behind that mask. Termia doesn’t wait long, walking his hands so that he is pulling himself between his legs from the bridge pose. There is a “pop!” that sounds from one of his joints being moved in a direction that it wasn’t prepared for. He laughs it off. “That’s why we always stretch first!”

“I. I can’t do that!” They blurt out, shaking their head frantically.

“You can! I believe in you!” He says with a shrug that looks uncomfortable. “Besides, Simon said, so it’s really out of our hands.”

To their horror they start to mirror him again, joints protesting much more loudly as their body makes the unnatural fold in on itself to complete the move. They start to shout, but their mouth clamps shut around the sound.

“Shh. Focus. Deep breaths.”

They pay him no mind, only taking shallow breaths through their nose with their body moving against their will to walk their hands between their legs. Then a crack and a swallowed shriek.

“Oh? Almost!”

The movement presses on until a disgustingly wet snap finally sounds and their upper body falls limp, however, still under his control they dig their nails into the ground and drag themself the rest of the way with wide, dim eyes.

“Oh… We probably should have stretched first after all, you think?”

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hello again! it's me! with another situation!

im only coming on here bc im a little scared and nervous but before i can move into my apartment at all, i have to pay the entirety of first month of rent. 😀 this is so great 😀 😀

i have a big chunk of it covered but i still need a little bit more plus some for the movers today. so if i can get at least One taker for my new slots that wld be wonderful!!

https://ko-fi.com/c/6e9e72d2b6

https://ko-fi.com/erosoulbounds/commissions

this would be a super big help so please consider it or share!!

ex. for the sketch pages and other options!

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Not my usual way of posting, but I'm trying something different :) here's a WIP roundup for this month!

Some of these are closer to being done than others but long story short im just trying to get into the habit of completing art pieces again <3