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which story shall we tell?

sirce redesign is a lot more fun to draw

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Hey! Back from the poll and took some feed back! These 2 outfits wear so close that I decided that these 2 would ultimately be his designs! The top two are pre-corruption and the bottom fit is corrupted resh! Tysm for all the time and positive outlook on these outfits!

If you guys have any more suggestions and adjustments I can make please feel free to comment/reblog with your thoughts!

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Alrighty guys so I have made multiple out fits for resh, now tell me my fellow enthusiast should I hybrid them and/or make a new set? Or is there a golden choice?

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Haven’t shared my old Resh sketches that look like really funny but here 🚬 yeah I dob’t have anything to upload

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Almost done!

The next post with requests will be the last one

Im a little stressed but i had fun drawing your beloved spirits(and elders)

Tagged people

@traversety @gala-xyzz @joowee-feftynn @black-suns-rim

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draw the uhhhhhhhhh. the Tegh

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I love me some big angry lady

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Resh but as a dragon!!!!!!

Strange and freaky ahh dragon

He's pretty big!

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Hey Resh,ever thought of a friend :3 this is my sky oc! (Yes I can’t draw and can only persuade my ideas in gacha.)

Her name is Serinthia! :D

Couldn't be sure which to pick so you get both!

"MAM.... your nasty BUGS are in my face...."

*he's not keen in making any new friends,

On the other hand*

"oh my! You've got a lot of extra friends with you..."

*he's friendly! He'd gladly be friends with you*

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cough. maid dress catboy Resh in a stock photos pose of your own choosing please and thank you.

Hes not too happy about it...

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my ask box is open! I'll take on any silly ideas or request to do with resh or other elders!

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Twins and resh sillyness

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Experiencing sonder towards the people you used to idolize because you're now friends with them is such a pleasantly weird feeling

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Part 2:

As the infected moths broke through the final crack in reality, the island greeted them with a cold, restless silence. Breathing in the stale air, they felt a dark force they could not control begin to consume their souls. The sand beneath their feet turned black with the very essence of the virus, which now merged with their every step.

They did not understand what they were doing, but one thing was clear - they were driven by instinct. There was no reason in their eyes, only emptiness and pain. The sand, like a living thing, devoured their rough wings, and their bodies, scarred and disfigured, moved aimlessly, but with determination.

The infected moths moved like shadows along the coast, leaving behind traces of dark liquid. Each step they took was filled with destruction. Black drops dripped from their bodies and soaked into the sand, as if the very soil of the island was trying to swallow them. The earth became a living evil, supporting and spreading their destructive power.

When they spotted the first healthy moths, not yet engulfed by the darkness, their instincts took over. They watched their victims from afar, like predators hidden in the night. One of the infected moths, driven by primal instinct, was the first to attack. Its wings, distorted by the disease, could not lift it into the air, but they moved on the ground with great force, like a monster.

Without wings, the moths, not expecting an attack, were confused as the sinister figure approached. The infected moth jumped on one of them, clinging to its neck, and mercilessly tore it apart, leaving its body to fall apart. Blood and dark liquid mixed with the sand, which seemed to have become alive, consuming everything around it.

The group of remaining moths, scared, ran, trying to hide from the horror, but the infected did not let them go. Those who managed to hide watched as the sand, now saturated with dark liquid, rose up and turned into an aggressive threat, squeezing the island in its grip. At this point, it was clear that the infection would not stop: if the sand moth lived, the island would not survive. The land, once peaceful and secluded, was now becoming an abode of horror and decay.

The sand moth felt it, and now that it had reached its peak, it knew: the island would either be completely consumed or destroyed to the ground, and all this was only the beginning.

… and suddenly, as if from the very heart of this nightmare, with the island's last breath, the camera abruptly moved to the place where it all began.

Rotflower. The plant that had cursed this island. Its petals, darkened by decay, began to tremble slightly, as if they were becoming alive from within, reaching out to the source of the evil that now reigned over the island. This was not just a plant. This was the virus itself, its embodiment, consuming the earth and the air, consuming life, decay, darkness.

But that was not all. Deep within the Rotflower, among its decaying petals, there was an essence born of horror. From its center, as if pulled from the darkness itself, the first outline of a mask burst forth. It was not just a mask. It was a face, but it was not human. The face was torn and distorted - it was the mask of a dead moth, consumed by the flower. The Rotflower had sucked in its body, its organs, its wings, consuming all that was left, absorbing the essence of the moth, which was now part of itself. The mask, filled with rot and decay, were his eyes.

The mask with a terrible, empty gaze came to life as the Rotflower first inhaled the air, saturated with blood and decay. With each breath, he became more and more corporeal. The mask, once a mere illusion, now began to become real, gradually turning into something terrifying. It was a moth, consumed and crippled, now part of the Rotflower.

The flower, now alive, stretched out its roots, which began to penetrate the earth, spreading across the island. It learned to move, its petals began to spread, and the dark energy emanating from it filled everything around it. He felt his power, and every step he took was filled with new possibilities. The mask that hid his essence became his eye, through which he saw the island, now in complete decay

Growing in the shattered ruins, Rotbloom felt his powers growing stronger. The island, once full of life, was now becoming a part of his flesh. Every step, every new look at the world around him, turned the island into a place of decay, and he knew that he would consume all life that might still exist.

As Rotbloom stood on the ground, his roots sank deep into the surface, absorbing the remaining signs of life. The mask that hid his essence glowed with a caustic light, and his movements became more confident. He was no longer just a flower. He was a terrible, conscious being, consuming everything around him, destroying and destroying the island that had become his new home.

With every step, Rot-flower grew stronger, his mask looking at the rubble of houses, at the traces of life that would soon disappear in the shadows of his destructive path. He was not here to simply destroy - he was here to recreate the island in his dark, decaying form

As the sand consumed the dead moth's body, its skin cracked and its insides were torn out and destroyed by the dark power - the Rotbloom virus left nothing. In the shadow of the black sand, its "Heartlight" was consumed by the very essence of the island, dissolved in a relentless force that burned and changed everything in its path.

With each passing moment, the moth began to regenerate. Its mantle was slowly being restored, but inside its body there was now more than just a shell. The presence of the light drawn from its heart became part of the mutated essence. This change did not bring light - it made it even more evil and destructive.

The mask - the only remaining part of what had once been a moth - still held the remnants of the light. This light, twisted and distorted, now reflected its soul - full of pain and destruction. The black liquid that leaked from the cracked mask was not only a manifestation of the destruction, but also the last trace of the light that had been absorbed. The sand moth was no longer just a creature. It had become the embodiment of darkness, but even in this new form, it still felt the remnants of the light that had been stolen from it. Now ready for a new life, the sand moth did not attack its fellows as an infected enemy would. Its aggression and newfound strength served only to survive. But its goal was clear - to obtain the "Light" of those who had not yet fallen victim to the dark force, to return what had been taken from it. It was no longer just a killer. It became a hunter, seeking the "Light" in the hearts of others, striving to restore that piece of soul that had been dissolved in the cursed sand.

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( Chapter 1 Disaster Fence)

-….. Let's start from the beginning….

Part 1:

The room was quiet, only the faint flickering of the fire from the old lamp illuminated the wooden walls. On the bed, with his hands intertwined under his head, lay the grandson and looked at his grandfather, who was sitting next to him, stretching out his legs in old slippers.

"Tell me, Grandpa, something else about San," the boy's voice sounded like a sincere request, as if it was in these stories that he was looking for answers to questions that he did not know how to ask.

Grandpa smiled and laughed quietly, his wrinkled face regained that old kindness that had warmed the family for so many years.

"Oh, San… This is the deity who helped us once, when the whole world was plunged into darkness. He was like light for us, little moths. A light that never faded, illuminating the way, even in the darkest days.

Grandfather paused for a moment, as if reliving the time when his own eyes first met this great light. Then he continued.

“You know that our people have always believed that it was San who gave us the candles of life. The ones that give us the power to be reborn. It was his blessed magic. He is like the sun to us, and we, like little sparks, live only because he shines for us. He was always there, always helping.”

The grandson listened, his eyes searching for confirmation in the old man’s words. His mind could not understand everything, but he felt that these stories were important.

“But… You know, Grandma told me a story about three flowers. They are not just flowers. They are something more, something that is connected to our destiny. They say that once upon a time, long before we became who we are, three flowers existed in the world.

Grandfather leaned forward, his eyes flashing, and he continued.

“The first was the Rot Flower, a flower as dark as death itself, carrying destruction and pain. It came into the world from the shadows, from the darkest part of existence. And it was this flower that became part of the destruction that eventually covered us. It was a flower that could not be destroyed, it was part of what became the virus, the Rot Flower.”

The grandson tensed slightly, his gaze becoming more wary.

“But there were two more. The second was the Golden Flower, the personification of San. It was bright, glowing, filled with all the magic that gave life to our candles. This flower was a source of strength and divine light, it symbolized life, prosperity and goodness. The Golden Flower was always in the center of temples and was the center of all our prayers.

He looked at his grandson so that he would understand the importance of these words.

“And the third was the Blue Flower. This flower was special - it could show the future and the past. With its help, one could see what was and what will be. It was the flower of foresight, but its power was not always safe. Those who tried to look too deeply into the future risked losing their soul. The blue flower showed not only what a person wanted to see, but also what was hidden in the deepest corners of the heart.

The grandfather fell silent and looked at his grandson, whose eyes were full of questions.

“And so, these three flowers,” he continued, “are connected with what happened. After all, when the Rot Flower came, it was like a curse that penetrated our hearts, our bodies. It became the shadow that kills the light. But you must remember one thing: not all is lost. San was always with us, he did not leave us. And if we continue to follow the light, then even in the darkest shadow you can find sparks that can rekindle life.

The grandson was silent, his face lost in thought, trying to understand the old man's words.

"We, like moths, must remember that our light is not only a gift, but also our responsibility. And perhaps this will be our path… a path through the darkness."

The grandfather thought for a moment, and then added:

"But remember, son, this whole story about flowers is not just a fairy tale. Sometimes those who seek the light may discover that there is something more behind it. And this "more" will not always be what they expect…

In 300 years…"

A black flower, reminiscent of rot, swayed slightly on a small island covered in fog. Its petals were black as darkness itself, with an eerie hue, as if death itself had permeated them. It was the only living thing in this place, its presence a personification of what was left of the former world.

From the depths of the flower, a hand suddenly burst forth - long, scarred, as if burned. It was black, with shades of purple rot, stretching from the very earth. The hand moved slowly, creaking like an old, rusty door, overcoming the weight of time that had passed these long years.

Fog poured from its fingers, as if the hand itself was part of this island, part of the decay. The black and white moth, its body consumed by the virus, was now completely imbued with dark power. Its wings were twisted, stained with shadow, as if it were the embodiment of pain and destruction itself. There was no life in its eyes, only emptiness and cold.

It rose, slowly lifting itself off the ground, and looked around. This island was home to it, but not in the way humans understood the term. It was a place of forgotten hopes and shattered dreams, where everything that had once been alive was now only a messenger of pain. The moth stood in place, its dark wings moving softly, and the fog around it thickened once more, as if this island itself breathed death.

But suddenly, as if to surprise itself, it felt something else. A movement in the air. A gentle gust of wind, carrying a living essence. On an island where nothing had lived for a long time, this feeling was almost inexplicable. The moth raised its head, listening to the silence, and then… it felt it.

The one approaching. An ordinary moth. But its soul was not infected, its light not yet consumed by the darkness. It was not just a moth, it was a creature not yet familiar with the black power that now inhabited this place. It moved carefully, not yet realizing that this island was the last step it would take.

The rot flower stirred again. The flower sensed it, its petals began to vibrate in response, as if it were alive, as if it itself sensed that this moth could be the key to something much greater. It knew that now this creature would enter its deadly orbit, and its instincts told it not to miss the chance.

The moth, infected and saturated with destruction, felt its body being filled again with what it had long ago left behind. And it moved forward, in search of its prey. The time of destruction had come.

With each step it took, the air grew thicker, as if the darkness itself was trying to devour the light around it. He knew: if this moth got here, everything would end. The flower was already preparing for the next stage - to absorb his soul and turn him into another monster that would serve him.

The infected moth, leaving more and more shadow behind, was creeping up on its future. At that moment, the island, like a living creature, trembled. The portals hidden in the depths of the earth began to creak quietly, preparing to open. And all this was just a precursor to the fact that soon something more than just a meeting of two creatures would begin…..

Someone sitting in the changing room noticed him by chance. He wasn't gray like the other moths, he seemed to blend in with the shadow that pierced the space.

Curiosity made him come closer. When he patted him on the shoulder, the moth suddenly turned its face… Black. The face was emotionless, like a lifeless mask. No feelings. He was just a desecrated part of something that was once alive. There was no pain or fear in his eyes, only emptiness.

And in that same second, he pounced. In his hand were sharp teeth, as if knocked out of the mask. He grabbed the flesh, tearing it, and the pain pierced the very heart. He moved closer, his teeth tore the skin, and his breath was cold and inhuman. He screamed, trying to break free, but his strength was immeasurable. He tore the mask and, not sparing a single part of the body, continued his terrible work. Soon the bones began to crack, and the flesh itself revealed fragile insides. He knew only one thing - he was doomed.

And then, at that moment, a strange white glow descended from the sky. It carried something similar to what the "white children" create. It touched, and with its touch, a strange restoration began. The bones cracked back into place, and the body rose from the dead shadow. It rose, but now it was no longer what it was. The face was torn, black, and the skin, falling out, exposed terrible sharp fangs, as if it had become something else.

He did not remember anything. Only one word, escaping from the depths of the Ea … The candle, torn out by its roots, was fading in the monster's hands, and the moth felt the virus seeping into its blood. It tried to resist, but every movement was useless - the virus was spreading quickly, clouding its mind and body. Horrible sensations began to eat away at it from within, and every breath brought a new wave of pain, as if its organs were being burned from the inside. The moth was no longer just a lifeless creature - it had become a devourer of itself, barely able to stand on its own feet.

In an instant, its body began to mutate, its muscles becoming hard and brittle, and its skin turning black as if it had been burned. Life was slipping away, and every moment pulled it deeper into the embrace of Karosis. The moth was like an empty shell, without a soul, swallowed by the black shadow of the virus.

And then, when his vision became cloudy and the light finally went out, the moth could not stand it any longer. He fell to his knees, his body swallowed by the fog, and with it the last splash of his former life. All that was left was an empty mask, without consciousness, without feeling, without hope……) The monster, in the body of a black and white moth, tore out and swallowed the candle of life, feeling how it dissolved in his body. That strange light that supported his soul disappeared, replaced by a thick shadow that absorbed everything. Darkness began to penetrate all his insides, and instead of life there was a real thirst for destruction. It was like the absorption of the very essence of what was left of his former self.

As if in a dream, he continued on his way, not knowing where he was going. And then two portals appeared in front of him. One of them was dark and ominous, the second was almost invisible, with glowing threads. The portals began to shift and break, as if they sensed a threat from him. The walls of stone began to crack, and a cold wind broke through the cracks. These portals tried to close, not allowing him in.

But he knew what to do. As he approached one of the portals, he noticed a normal moth that was already infected. It was the same moth he had killed and infected, and now it stood there, dripping with the dark energy of the Rot Flower virus. The resulting distortion in its body was terrifying - its shape barely resembled the moth it once was.

Both moths squeezed the activation stone, preventing the portal from closing. The stone cracked in their hands, making a desperate sound, as if the portal's mechanism itself could not withstand such force. The portal, trying to resist, began to spark, its magic faltering, becoming less and less stable. Then the portal gave in - it swung open, and both moths were able to pass through it as if through a destroyed barrier.

The infected moth, feeling its body mutating and deforming, moved on. He was consumed by the virus, his cells were disintegrating, but his instincts drove him forward, towards the unknown. The black and white moth, despite its terrible state, followed him, driven by the dark power it had absorbed.

When the portal closed behind them, all that was left was a dark abyss into which they disappeared, leaving only destruction and darkness in their wake.

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YURIFICATION BEAM RAAAAH!!!!

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‼️Important message for Sky Players

Before I begin, big warning for heavy mentions of S. Harassment. PLEASE skip this post if you believe it may make you uncomfortable!!

I believe we have a certain problem of sexual harassment in this game. Now, I know that luckily not everyone experiences it, as many of my friends have informed me they have never met a weird player nor heard of one.

I, however, seem to be a magnet for these freaks.

I have been subject to a chibi trying to grind on my leg using the stretch emote, a player slamming their head into my crotch via the backflip handstand emote (i was laying down on my cauldron) as well as numerous players blushing or being suggestive towards my avatar in multiple stages of my progress from moth to veteran.

I have also heard of players who will jokingly harass others in the same manner, whether or not they were told to stop, as well as seen many MANY videos of players thinking it is amusing to put their sky kids in perverse scenarios.

Because of the downright disgusting behaviour I have witnessed, been a victim of, or viewed in this fandom, I think we need to have a sit down and STOP.

It is not funny to put children in such a scene, and it is even less funny to harass other players with your perverted ideas!

While some may genuinely see this as a "haha so funny" thing, it often is not!

It might be a joke amongst your friends to behave like this, and that's your thing I suppose.

But doing it to complete STRANGERS??

No! Absolutely not! You don't know who's on the other end of it. Maybe they think it's funny, but maybe you could be literally TRIGGERING them!

There are so many possible reactions to you being so vile to STRANGERS, and very few of them are funny!

Besides that, SA and CP is NOT amusing! Its so rampant in this fandom that its normalized, and that's even worse!

If you would like to put your own opinion on the comments or reblogs, feel free to! But be aware you are inviting me to debate with you.

Thank you, and have a good day everyone.

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Random oc drawings I manage to conjure in this drought of a fandom