shrillvoices

[shrillvoices]

Tried my hand at a scene redraw! I'm pretty so-so on how it came out, but I think it's decent for my first one. The scene is of Ivan and Till from Alien Stage (Youtube series by Vivinos, I HIGHLY recommend it, but its not for the faint of heart lol)

Refrences and sketches under the read more!

I almost did Kyborg and Slique instead of Brink, but I decided not to in the end. I'm also considering doing a Slique / Spectril version or my original idea of Slique/ Kyborg, but who knows!

[shrillvoices]

ITS FINALLY TIME

Gum-Gum Week 2025?? Starting the week of March 8th and ending March 14th? In this economy? It's more likely than you think.

Day 1 (March 8th) - "I love you guys" / Found Family

Day 2 (March 9th) - Hug Attack / Strange Battle Tactics

Day 3 (March 10th) - Family Face Down / Ep. 86 The Infinale Part 2 / Reunited

Day 4 (March 11th) - Overprotective / Rage

Day 5 (March 12th) - Alone Again / Orphanage / "Promise you won't leave, right Bart?"

Day 6 (March 13th) - Childhood Friends AU / Canon divergance

Day 7 (March 15th) - Free day / AU day

[shrillvoices]

like a dog left outside in the rain

[shrillvoices]

"How I miss you (I Don't Even Know You)"

(yippee the fic i promised 2 weeks ago is finally being posted! I'm really unhappy with it, but I liked the concept. I don't think I got Gum-Gum's personality quite right- so any tips would be well appreciated. Enjoy!!)

.

.

.

They hug. The two of them interviewed, lost in their own little world. Wrapped up tightly in eachother's arms and basking in the warmth it brings.

He's not jealous.

He's not.

He just wants what they have, wants to feel the sensation of gentle and delicate arms holding onto to him and pulling him close.

He wants a hug, he wants to be held and assured.

But he's not jealous.

Gum-Gum is not jealous.

He's not.

He's just finding it difficult to watch them be close in a way he never can, to watch them have what he so craves.

It reminds him of his own mother, the ome he never got to meet, the one he misses with his whole soul, his whole being.

The grip he has on his favorite axe grows looser, fingers slipping from their white-knuckled grip. The tips of his fingers run over the rough wooden handle, and he doesn't let it go. No, he keeps holding on, but it feels weak, it feels disingenuous.

He doesn't know why he's still holding on.

Deep umber eyes, glassy an unsure, glance over at Bart beside him, flicking over the smaller halfling's features.

Tussled hair, tanned skin, freckles spotting his face like stars in the sky and eyes oh so soft as he watched Guv and Pat.

Unnamed feelings swelled in his chest, swimming around in ways he can't quite place.

He'd always admired the presence Bart held, attention grabbing and confident in a charming way he was sure only Bart could pull off. He lit up any room he so much as glanced at with a charismatic smile and nimble fingers dancing over his lute strings. His presence was strong, loud, commanding, but also kind and loyal. Just like the person it belonged to.

Gum-Gum wishes he could be more like Bart.

Does Bart, Gum-Gum wonders, miss his mother? Does his heart ache for his family, too? A father, maybe a brother or a sister, or both? Gum-Gum's does. His heart ached so badly for her.

A selfish and soul-sinking part of his brain, a wretched little worm eating a hole through his ribs and into his heart, hopes that Bart misses his mother as much as Gum-Gum does. But he squashes that terrible worm as soon as it makes itself known.

He doesn't really feel that way about him.

He knows Bart. He knows him much better than he does the others. He knows he has a better chance of seeing his family.

He's not worried about Bart. Even as he watched the scene in front of them with glassy eyes.

Gum-Gum blinks and looks away, forcing himself to swallow the souring taste in his mouth. Bitterness pools in his gut- but he doesn’t let it go any higher. He looks for a distraction.

Beside him, in the corner of his eye, furred green arms cross themselves in what he could only assume is boredom and disinterest. Apathy.

Mudd was tall, he was stoic and nonchalant and always carried himself like someone with significance and importance would. Someone who knew their worth, and knew it well, and knew other's knew it, too. He was proud without being prideful, humble without being dismissive, caring without being overbearing.

Mudd was strong, unchanging and unflinching. He was impressive in both stature and character, a consistent constant in his life. A role model.

But his deep seeded admiration for the firbolg feeds into those dark shadows and buried insecurities that he's tried so hard to forget.

Gum-Gum wishes he could be more like Mudd.

The sacastic firbolg was never one for affection, he doubts he makes exceptions for family. Whereas Gum-Gum shows too much, cares too much, gets hurt too much.

Frustration and guilt tear at his insides, causing him to wince inwardly.

How long was this going to take?!

Gum-Gum shakes his head, (Stop), he thinks. Don't be mean. They deserve this.

He parts his dry lips just enough to take in a calming breath and-

Clink.

He hears a sound, like skin on metal.

Has that been going on the whole time?

Clink, clink, clink, clink.

Boots disturb the sand as their usually cocky owner adjusts their stance, pale green skin and white blond hair, watching impatiently. It snaps him out of whatever trance had been holding him.

Clink, clink-

Kyborg's long ears twitch as the gentle winds roll over the group, his calloused fingers tapping along his metal arm in a rhythmic pattern and cutting through the suffocating silence.

Clink, clink, clink-

On the surface, the archer seemed impatient, still full of adrenaline and itching to move, to do something- anything. But Gum-Gum has done a lot of observing. He's obseved, and watched, and memorized more than the others give him credit for. He knows the inner storm beating against the elf's heart, squeezing his lungs dry and making his mind spiral into an inky, black abyss.

Clink, clink, clink, clink-

Gum-Gum knows the elf deep down is beating himself up for things he could never change- or have.

Clink-

He knows kyborg misses his mother. This is a fact Gum-Gum is proud to know. Kyborg's the only person he'd share his dark, writhing secret with. His one and only confident. And Kyborg had confided back- let him know his feeling were shared and he wasn't a terrible person for sharing these feelings, letting them overwhelm him sometimes, or even feeling them at all.

Clink, clink, clink-

Those were things he'd only share with Kyborg.

Clink.

Not because the others wouldn't care, no not at all, but because they wouldn't (they don't his mind snapped) fully understand.

He misses his mother.

Can you miss someone you've never known? Mourn a loss you've never had? Is it moving on if you've never actually seen them?

They were questions he'd never been able to think of amswers for, whether they were unanswerable (or he was too dumb to think of them, his mind-worm supplied) or they would come in time, he didn’t know.

All he knows is that no matter what happens, he wants to love.

And he has a Dia-good family to start loving, here and now.

Gum-Gum gathers the courage to look at Guv and Pat once again- and feels a smile tug at his cracked lips. He feels happy for them. He'll get his happy ending one day, he just has to keep looking.

[shrillvoices]

spectrilyte…

[shrillvoices]

"Ship Of Theseus"

@drearygenie :3 <3

I wrote this in like 10 minutes sorry if it's trash guys lmao

no editing no research no looking back babyyy

"Hey, Kyborg. Say there's this ship," Mudd's voive drifts lazily through the air, cutting through the silence to reach my ears.

Pain explodes from all sides- wrapping me up in a mock embrace. My ears are ringing- ringing- ringing- won't stop ringing-

searing and white hot, holding me tight- too tight, too tight. I cough, lungs buring, burning like hot fire, coals in my lungs and lava in my veins. It burns, it burns, IT BURNS, BURNING-

"It sails for a while, and over time parts are replaced until the whole thing has been replaced,"

My arm- I gasp, desperately clawing at whats left of my arm, wires hanging loosely and metal chipped and jutting into my palm- what's left of it, anyway.

I sputter, sharp debris and shrapnel slicing through my charred throat- Dia, it burns.

Pain pain pain pain- it shreds my insides like paper. Oh Dia, please-

"Yeh think it's still the same boat?"

Smoke curls and twists in the air- beautiful ribbons of death. Flecks of burnt paper dance in the corner of my eye, bright orange and strangely pretty. Would be even more pretty if I couldn't see the blood soaking my shirt, coating my hands- hand.

"I think so, yeah,"

A cough tears itself through my cracked lips- and the whole underdark breaks loose. My chest heaves in futile desperation- breathe please, please breathe BREATHE-

I inspect my arm, the metal one with the cannon and the gem.

"The captain," I turn my hand in the light.

"-Ky- g!"

"He's the same, right?"

I can't hear anything over the incessant ringing in my ears, can't see through the spots dotting my vision, creeping at the corners like coiled snakes.

I'm cold. So cold.

Giant ginger flames flare around me, but I feel no heat. I shiver, because I feel no heat. I'm too cold.

"It's his ship,"

I'm cold.

"It's the same ship."

The sword feels wrong in my hand, hilt digging into my palm like a thorn, but orders are orders. No survivors.

[shrillvoices]

The Ship of Theseus

[shrillvoices]

Hey guys sorry for being dead. Anway Mudd Week 2025 prompts officially out in a few hours!!!!

(February 5th to the 11th!)

[shrillvoices]

New fic tomorrow 👀👀👀

(More poetry also coming soon!)

[shrillvoices]

Hey guys sorry for being dead. Anway Mudd Week 2025 prompts officially out in a few hours!!!!

(February 5th to the 11th!)

[shrillvoices]

A WIP? From me? It's more likely than you think.

[shrillvoices]

The front reveal

View this post on Instagram

A post shared by Tales From The Stinky Dragon (@stinkydragonpod)

[shrillvoices]

Mudd poetry inspired by my best mutual @doctorwyvern <3 (Inspiration; 1 2 3 )

Spoilers for Mudd's arc (and some awful first time poetry lmao)

He looks real,

He feels real,

He talks just as I remember-

How could this be fake?

How could I simply be imagining things?

Is my mind truly that cruel?

How could this part of my life,

This piece of my world,

This precious person,

Simply be a lie?

What is there to gain?

My wilting soul twists,

My troubled thoughts race.

My own mind turned against me-

A roaring animal

Towering over me

Taunting me with dull eyes,

And pretend feelings.

Claws digging into my soul,

Plucking my heartstrings out of my chest,

As if they were delicate flower petals.

Questions line my tattered thoughts

Guarded walls,

choking me with crumbling stone and chalk clouded air.

Am I real?

How do I know who to trust anymore?

Maybe this is all just one big game,

A prank played on me?

There's a chance,

It's fake,

Just as there's

A chance

It's real.

My hands,

My ears,

My nose,

My eyes,

They all feel real,

Feel like me.

Theres a chance, i think,

An anxious beast in my brain

Telling me that my body is fake.

That I'll wake up

And never have existed.

Is this how he feels?

Stuck between the nothingness of imagination

And an endless worry?

Would moving on be too cruel?

Give up his name and forsake his memory?

Should I wipe his tangerine fur

And bright amber eyes

From my mind?

My memory?

Should I truly forget?

Let go?

Would he be hurt,

If he was here?

Watching me lay

Staring at the ceiling,

Real and alive?

[shrillvoices]

wanted to write some bo stuff because she has like less then 10 minutes screen time despite being important. and for @drearygenie

- 100% 🏳️‍⚧️ i can feel it in my bones

- i feel like she tetters on a scale of very quiet (not shy, quiet) and extremely loud of boisterous. i don’t think she’d be very emotional, very stoic and reserved like a rock

- grew up poor, was poor their whole life, that’s why she worked in the mines. very physically strong. second youngest infinight

-she’s a genasi and they’re like. spirits almost so i think it would be really funny if she popped out of the ground one day and that’s how she was born lol

-^ at least, that’s what she would tell slique and spectril and they would believe her lol

- i think her and paralyte should’ve been friends pre kidnapping. poor kid and mayors daughter. doomed yuri does anyone hear me

- i don’t think she would’ve talked to her fellow miners until she got hurt. doenst like making friends, thinks she’s bad at it / a bad friend. knew paralyte the longest

- just insecure in general, especially because of the squalid way she grew up

- not entirely sure how she became an infinight, she was kinda in shock and went with it and now it’s too late to say anything lol

- wears a back brace

- chronic back pain

- marcy has helped beautify her back brace so they feel better wearing it

- woman kissserrrrrrrr

- i think her and marcy should get to be a little codependent on each other after being forcefully fused. as a treat

- i think they both feel weird being separate after being fused so they either refuse or hold each other really really tight

- knows everything about marcy because their brains were literally together. this goes both ways

- no seriously can we talk about how fucked up grisleve is. why did paralyte do that. what is her problem

tell me who to do next im bored :p

[shrillvoices]

i love these stupid memes. this is kyborg

[shrillvoices]

Hey folks! It's about that time again! Another character week is upon us! Mark your calendars for November 27th through December 3rd for a whole week with Slique the Symphonius in the spotlight!

(Don't worry about making it on time with the holidays. Just do what you can, when you can! No worries! Late submissions are better than no submissions!)

Just like with all the previous character weeks, there will be a lot of different prompts. You can choose either one of the prompts, OR all of them to submit. You can interpret them however you want! All forms of art are accepted! (Fics, drawing/paintings, videos, etc!)

(Inspiration dice will be given out for creativity once again 😉 so be creative!)

The same rules as the other weeks still applies, meaning keep everything minor friendly and don't forgot to tag #SliqueWeek2024 or @ me!

Here are the prompts!

Day 1 (November 27th) - "Allow me to sing you a song!" / "Come along Kyborg, there is much to do!"

Day 2 (November 28th) - Possessed / Out Of Control

Day 3 (November 29th) - Brush With Death / Ep. 45 Swarm and fuzzy

Day 4 (November 30th) - OG Infinights / Back In The Mines

Day 5 (December 1st) - Stories Of Past Adventures / Back In The Mines / Where it all began

Day 6 (December 2nd) - High School Band AU / Role Swap AU

Day 7 (December 3rd) - Free day

[shrillvoices]

Part 9/10