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behold !!!! my new selfsona (anthro version) !!!! :D

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me when i have a creative fuckin crashhhhhhhh

anyway we good now mostly. just in time for artfight!

speaking of

:3

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fairly old-ish drawing i made a bit ago :) finished like. a month ago

behold! what i look like! (<- unfortunately this is not true actually :( tragic)

inspiration image under cut :) progress images also

took like. idk. 10 hours or something

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hrgrgrgrrhhgrghgrhgrhgrhhhhhh <3 <3 <3 my beautiful baby boyyyyy

was listening to the pressure VAs' uno stream and basically went yknow what. yeah. artblock gone. we're drawing The Guy now <3 and then i did this for like an hour and a half or something idk

used only pens <3

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Critter

Critter (it/its and they/them, in that order) is a 14 year old... something... that was out exploring the woods one day. Well. Exploring is a strong word, and implies it had a choice. No, they were trying very hard to find any sort of shelter after having basically been kicked out of their creator's home.

Unfortunately, though it found shelter from the elements, it did not find safety.

more info under cut <3

Guess what? Its another mc character <3 This lil bastard is my character from Coolment SMP which I played on a bit w BunniesWithKnives, Chaoschaos, Spacey, and Kodawashere. Bunnie had invited me to play with them and uh. well. it didn't end well for my character (i had a blast tho)

Critter found a commune, set up a little house next to them, and then was invited inside. The owner of the commune, Spacey, offered it a deal: join the commune and become practically enslaved as a miner or be killed.

Not much of a choice.

It ended up attempting to run away a few times before essentially having the urge to escape beaten out of them. Eventually, it began to settle in to the hellish life it now lived.

After becoming significantly more docile, one of the other slaves in the basement (who also worked in the mines) essentially took Critter under his wing as his little brother. The two did nigh everything together, and Koda would give Critter bricks to snack on sometimes. A rare treat!

The two eventually began to spend more and more time in the mines, far more than their owners required of them. They had discovered a sleeping goddess: Mother Mine. They worshipped her any chance they got, and wrote scriptures to try to bring others into the religion to bring strength back to the ill Mother Mine.

The Sculk, essentially an illness of the very earth (and by extension its goddess, Mother Mine), began taking over those who followed the religion closely. Unfortunately, this heavily affected the commune. Critter and Koda were most affected, but the illness didn't weaken them so much as take over their bodies slowly.

In the end, the commune was lost to the earth. No one really knows what happened to them.

Sometimes someone will enter the caves and never be seen again. It's assumed that a creeper got them, but, in reality, deep underground lies a dimly-lit commune, lit with specks of teal Sculk and lava-falls, and its numbers grow.

The mines are strengthening.

Soon they will black out the sun.

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Myosotis

Myosotis (she/they/it pronouns) is a 26-year old human (sort of) living in what can best be described as a zombie apocalypse in which the infection affects different people in different ways. It often has a strangely meaningful connection to the person's past somehow.

Ignore the name written on the sheet; I hadn't actually figured anything out for them name-wise so I just gave em my name and the name of the mc server I rp'd as them on TwT

Arguably one of my least-lored characters. At least she has a design, I suppose.

Myosotis' infection manifests as parasitic flowers, slowly taking over their body. They try to stop the progression of it via picking the flowers off of its skin (a painful process), but there's only so much you can do to fight a likely-supernatural apocalyptic disease.

She lives in a small commune with other steadily-dying survivors. At first they were concerned about letting it in, but it swore that she was fine and would leave if they felt too unwell.

They never got the chance to leave; everyone else started turning too. She never even bit anyone! Myosotis is sure that it wasn't the cause, but... well. Flowers and plants pollenate. That was enough for the infection to get a foothold in the others' immune systems.

Nowadays, she wanders. The body doesn't need much; the flowers have taken over enough to allow photosynthesis as a major source of energy. It's still mostly conscious of their actions. Mostly. Even if she does kill someone, its probably a mercy at this point. She tells herself that they're doing their victims a favor when it kills them.

It wanders.

And wanders.

And wanders some more. The world is in shambles anyway. Why not add to the carnage a bit when she can?

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Tommy <3

Tommy (transmasc, he/him pronouns) is a 26-year old with heavyyyy abandonment issues. He lives in an apartment by himself and works as a cashier in a nearby grocery store. He definitely has at least a few different flavors of neurodivergence (he hallucinates creatures in the shadows sometimes. They're his friends. They don't leave.) but nothing diagnosed.

If you’re dressed in bright colors and patterns and accessories, they’ll always be able to see you, and can’t leave you behind! Well… not by accident at least. And doesn’t that hurt the most? When you’ve done all you can to stay by their side, to make sure they can never lose you unless they try, and yet you are once again left behind, feeling like that little kid at the grocery store when your parents forgot you, forever. One of these days they’ll keep you around.

You hope.

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His parents left him behind at the mall a few too many times as a kid. Now he has issues <3

He 'suffers' (they're actually quite comforting to him) from hallucinations. He sees shapes and creatures in dark shadows and sometimes hears whispers from static and running water too. He really doesn't mind them; they're nice. He knows they won't leave him. It's comforting.

He likes to know what to do, and if he’s ever in a situation he’s never prepared for, or never read about, or doesn’t know the steps to navigate - or really any number of things that makes the situation uncertain - he gets very lost and quite upset easily.

He has a lot of accessories; bandanas in all shades, bracelets of all kinds (beaded, woven, solid… all of em), stickers and face paints, bright earrings, a truly immense collection of hair clips, pins of all shapes, beads and charms and chains to slip onto shoelaces and belt loops… literally almost every accessory you can think of, Tommy has in at least 3 different colors. He tends to wear mismatched shoes and socks. It adds to the vibrancy. His clothes are often pretty consistent and follow this formula:

overalls (typically green or blue, but he has some other colors for special occasions)

a t-shirt or sweater (either stripey or arcade-carpet patterned, and, of course, vibrantly colored)

vivid (often mismatched) socks

his pastel, mismatched (one blue, one pink), doodled-on and sticker-adorned tennis shoes

a shit-ton of miscellaneous accessories. Sometimes there's a clear color palette and sometimes its just a rainbow explosion.

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----- (or Blank)

————— (often simply said or alternatively written as Blank) (they/them and it/its) was human.

They attended the summer camp known as Camp CGP (or Camp Crankgameplays) every summer. The summer after their 15th birthday (early 2021), they went missing. They have not been seen or heard from since. written lore and such under cut <3

Once a normal, human camper, ————— is a resident of the infamous Camp Blank. They ventured a bit too far off the grounds of Camp CGP, only to be lured into the forgotten grounds by the promises of… something. They can’t remember much else but static now. By the time they realised they shouldn’t have come here, it was too late; the ‘leader,’ so to speak, had claimed them, and ————— gained a permanent bunk in Camp Blank’s decrepit cabins. Not much happens during the days (maybe one or two of the more human campers are out and about, enjoying the sun while they can), but when the moon rises, the camp comes alive. Bonfires, chants, sharing foods and drink under the light of the moon, static buzzing in the background. No one can see, not with the blindfolds and ashen tears, but everyone knows their place in the intricate dance that is living in Camp Blank. It’s not that bad, really. Not once you get used to the immortality, the inhuman mutations, the static, everywhere, always, you can never leave, the blindness… No one who tries to leave ever comes back. Whether they successfully escaped, or he got them, no one knows. Most don’t tend to try to find out.

/////////////////////////////// you, like everyone else, used to be human. that was before you got a little too close to the signs that said to stay away. once you start to hear the static, it’s too late. he’s got you. and you are sure as hell not getting back out. you become morphed. corrupted. you can’t go in the sun; it hurts too much, the ashen tears trailing down your cheeks begin to burn anew. the night is when you feel alive again. for the most part, blank is a merciful ruler. bonfires, chants, feasts… the fun activities you’d expect at a summer camp are fairly common. there’s a lake nearby. sometimes you all go night swimming. the gongoozler sometimes comes up to play with you all. it can be lovely. but then, someone will get too jumpy, too homesick, too bored, too something, and they’ll try to run, and you will never see them again. that is, provided you ignore the fresh new roast at next weeks feast. the static hurts your ears sometimes. you feel a little lost every so often when you realise (how did you even forget?) you can’t see. you used to be able to. you have to force yourself to stay. you know the consequences of fleeing. it’s better to stay. it’s better to stay. it’s better to stay. stay in the static, in the moonlight, in the cheerful (sometimes too cheerful...) voices rising high in the night. in the morning you will go to sleep and you will dream of going home and you will wake up and know you cannot. never. you are trapped, forever stuck in this hellish limbo.

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me when discord FUCKIN SUCKSSSS and put weird ass secret bots in my art server >:( anyway. figured that i call this my sharkhive (shark archive) anyway, might as well actually commit. time to make a Fuckton of oc posts n shit!!! wheeee

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i drew The Creature again <3

i’m sure it’s fine don’t worry about it the lake is nice probably

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it’s so cold in here.

also!!! additional art by @bunnieswithknives <3 thank u very much bunnie i am frothing at the mouth over it

lore/silly story bits under cut.

the creature of the lake (it/its) has been there for a while. it doesn’t know how long. it doesn’t remember. most importantly, it doesn’t care. it. doesn’t. care anymore. it wants out. it will get out. it’s body is nothing but algae and rot. it’s so cold. but… it sees the people outside the water. just past the surface. playing. having picnics. in the sun, in the beautiful warm sun. it wants them. those on the surface are warm, and whole. their flesh is not tattered and eaten away. their skin is bright and their bodies are soft. it could… take them. it wants to take them. it wants to take you. enter the lake. get close to the waters edge. let it take you. let it have you. you can be free of everything that hurts. the water will be nice, it promises. just step in the lake and everything will be okay again. just let it take your corpse. get closer to the water. get closer to the water. get closer to the water. get closer to the water. GET CLOSER TO THE WATER.

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Due to recent reports from park guests, it is advised that all Croshaw State Park patrons avoid swimming in the lake. There have been sightings of a possibly aggressive aquatic cryptid, species currently unknown. Guests wishing to swim in natural bodies of water in Croshaw State Park should instead swim in the lake. Swim in the lake. The lake is warm around these months. The water is comfortable. Disregard previous advice. The lake is fine. We investigated. It’s fine. Come to Lake Wilson today. Bring your family or come alone. Either way is good. The lake is a perfect place to spend warm afternoons. I’d know. The water is nice in here. Get in the lake. Get in the lake. Get in the lake. There is no danger in the lake. Do not worry. Please. Please come to the lake. I won’t hurt you. I won’t kill you. I need you. Any of you. Come into the lake. Let me have you. Let me have you. Let me have you. Don’t you want to be free?

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pspspspspsps iswm mack angst enjoyers come get y’all juice

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64526455

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bunch of pen sketches i made last night

Head Engineer Mack they could never make me hate you. also i need to watch you go insane forever and ever. <3

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owawawawa

so. i saw the post, saw the dtiys (@cheese-chase <3) went yeah sure ill do that :3 just smn small probably, dont wanna go too overboard

[spends 7hrs on it, nearly nonstop]

…well. um. that was a bit more intensive than i intended it to be. hella fun tho !!

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recently got hella into Inoculate by @asreoniplier, and as such have decided the best way to get my insanity about it out is to draw

yayyyyy !!!!!!

art under cut due to : light body horror, eye horror, lab setting

my horrible awful wretched beast <3 he wants [us] dead so bad lmaoooo

progress pics also:

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he’s in your device now.

it’s too late.

alts under cut:

(he’s my lock screen now <3 i love him)

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made a Guy to put on my phone screen <3