#parsure

[winged-wolf-s-collection-of-arts]

Ego art dump-

[powerarmoured-painting]

🐚ARTFIGHT 2024💫

Attack on Docster-Boxter / @winged-wolf-s-collection-of-arts with their Parsure >:]

Image description below the cut :]

[ID: a digital painting. Parsure, a semitransparent white man ghost with blue eyes, long blonde hair in a ponytail, a leather jacket, worn jeans and red converse. He is shown sitting sprawled. He has white patch with red lines on the right side of his face, right eye and hair designed to look like sketch lines. He is frowning sadly. He has a moustache and goatee. He has 5 paint stains on his clothes, both wrists are fuchsia, on the left front of the jacket is bright green, on the right front of the jacket is dark blue, and on the left front jeans is red. The leather jacket has darker colours on the underarm side of the sleeves, the shoulders, the collar and the zip. The jeans are light blue, faded and rolled up slightly. On his right sleeve 2 patches are visible, one a white patch with a yellow axe, and the other below it is a rectangle of blue at the top and orange at the bottom with grey hexagon in the middle. He is holding up his left hand up open and floating above it is simple orange chainsaw with thick lines. Above the chainsaw are 2 simple hearts. The background is a rainbow assortment of teardrop shapes radiating out from his left hand, the shapes are all separated by equidistant white space. His right hand is splayed flat beside him like he is holding himself up with it. At the bottom of the image on a black bar is the text in hot pink “to: Docster-boxter, Artfight 2024, typos & tea :)” on the left of the word artfight is a simple seashell and on the right is a simple Star, representing this years theme of seafoam verses stardust. End ID]

[mimikip-stuff]

Updated Mimi ref!

(On an RP server, I have a role play with Fernlom, who owns the Egos. In the RP, Mimi collected an item from each Ego to remember them, and even now has Glossy as her own personal Ego. So she wears the gifts she received, keeping some for another ensemble)

She wears Parsure’s jacket, Eclecious’s bronze key necklace, Aloach’s star pin, and Glossy’s gold shutter shades. Staliel’s halo is above her head, but she can take it off when she wants.

Her new weapon (other than her sword) is Ausham’s spiked bat, the flames now purple since she’s still a ghost type.

Thank you to @fernlom for blessing me with the Egos and letting me come to love them all <3

[blog-ahuva-herut]

Please take Parsure for a bit, I desperately need to write

[thriftshopofinfinitewonders]

Creationaria: Chapter 5 Eclecious

My quite day has just been ruined now that these three idiots came in.

“I’m on lunch break boys” I didn’t even look up from my book.

“Eclecious we found something” Parsure’s voice sounded frantic, no surprise of course, he is anxiety.

“You need to see this Eclecious” Ausham pulled my book my hands and threw it across the room.

“Ausham, give me one good reason to not beat you for such an insult.” I slowly look up to them, shocked by what I see.

Parsure held out a picture, of Fern. It was clearly a deleted project photo, but how is it possible? Fern is a Creator, not a Character.

“Where did you find this?” I asked, gently taking the paper from Parsure’s shaking hand.

“The Archives my rad smart bro!” Glossy replied, his bright neon clothes are such an eyesore.

“What are we going to do with it?” Ausham asks.

“Well, we should probably gather the rest of the egos first and decide” I stand up from my chair and gently roll up the photo, sliding it up my sleeve for protection.

“I’ll go get Cole and Blake” Ausham stands up and runs off.

“Aight i can go find our other rad bros Chanter and Dull. “ Glossy ride off on his scooter.

“Alright then Parsure, we must go talk to Author then” I pat Parsure on the back as I walk out. Parsure reluctantly follows.

“I hate him though.”

“We all do Parsure. We all do”

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Eclecious just wants to read y’all.

@fernlomwrites @fernlom

[fernlomwrites]

Creationaria: Chapter 13, Unfinished Work

Hood opened the door and walked in, followed closely by Aaron, Matron, and the Anons. TA stood ready, gun in hand.

“I really don’t like how quiet it is in this factory right now” Hood commented, carefully walking through the darkened corridor, rusted steel support beams loom overhead, large ink filled vats lining the walls.

A roar echoed through the empty factory, scurrying feet filling the silent void. Aaron sighed deeply, “guys, we are in serious trouble now”

Dran look at Aaron, worried. She’s heard his stories, seen the things he’s fought, for him to be so scared had her concerned.

“Why? What’s here Aaron?” Matron asked.

“Hopefully none of our anon friends!” Friendly Anon replied.

“Well than you are surely disappointed!” Parsure’s distinct, distorted voice echoed through the factory. “Come find me, I was hoping you all would come. “

“Guys, its not just Parsure here” Aaron’s voice quivered. “Corruption is in here too”

“So how bad is this Corruption guy anyway?” Evil Anon asked, its arms crossed.

“Ok, so, you guys know me, I’m a dirty fighter, and you know if i get hurt to much i go Feral. Well, Corruption is feral, but with Hood’s powers to back him” Aaron explains as the roars get louder and closer. “And he’s here now. “

“Do guns work on you two?” TA asked.

“Yah, I mean, you’ll need alot of bullets of course” Aaron answers.

“I’m sorted then” TA smirks, cocking his shotgun.

“Hey now bruhs and dudets, we sure we cant just like, wiggity talk to this radical dude?” Freshnon asked, gripping his skateboard tight.

“He’s an animal Freshnon” Hood answers, “Be ready to fight guys.”

“I love animals!” Friendly called out just as the wall before them burst. Standing in the rubble was another hooded figure, the sweater it wore was a rusty brown from dried blood splatter, two black furred cat ears poked out of the top of the hood. It growled, crouching down into an attack position.

“Ladies and Anons, meet Corruption” Aaron gets into a similar position.

Evil Anon steps back, “wow wow, I’m no fighter!”

“Your name is Evil Anon though.” Matron replied.

“I’m more just an Asshole! I’m not truly evil!”

“Whatever!” TA called out, firing his shotgun at Corruption, knocking it back.

Corruption roared out, rushing forward towards the anons, Aaron leaping in and tackling him.

“Run! Go find Parsure!” Hood calls out to the rest, summoning chains and pinning Corruption to the ground.

Matron nods, rushing forward into the factory with Dran close behind with the rest of the anons.

They reach the center of the factory, Parsure standing in the middle of a wide opening, Hanging above him wrapped in chains were three Anons. One was a small female anon with long black hair, another was a completely yellow anon, and the last was another female in a black turtleneck sweater, curly black hair and red horns.

“Awkward! Smol! Yellow!” Friendly called out, straightening their bowtie.

“Friendly!” The anon with horns calls back.

“Help us!” the smallest one cries.

“Don’t worry my radical anon bros!” Freshnon plays with his yo-yo, “We got you!”

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that abomination” Parsure starts walking towards the group.

Dran starts walking forward as well, tears in her eyes “You…You hurt my friends. How…HOW DARE YOU! The Anons have done nothing to you!”

“Dran Dran Dran, you think I need a reason for this? No no, What I do, I do because I want to”

The sound of crashing metal and clanging swords fills the silence.

“Ah, Corruption is doing a wonderful job out there, I knew it was wise to bring him” Parsure grinned.

“How did you bring that monster in?” Matron asked, standing strong and boldly.

“He’s an abandoned project, something Fern forgot a very long time ago, so He is now mine, like every other abandoned work all you creators have” Four metal tendrils suddenly sprout from his back. “Like these, another forgotten project of Ferns”

“I swear I’m going to kill you and Fern” Matron spoke through gritted teeth.

“We’ll see about that Matron” Parsure quipped back.  

Blogs included: 

@dransnake

@matronofthevoid

@therapist-anon

@your-friendly-anon

@fresh-anon

@evilanonymous

@your-awkward-sister-anon

@yellow-anonymous

@your-local-smol-anon

@fernlom

[onelinemanytimes]

"hello? Can anyone hear me? This is Eclecious, I am not sure this device is working. I am looking for Parsure"

Oh my, apparently it wasn’t working for quite some time, I’d assume at the least. Unfortunately I haven’t the faintest idea where they are- hopefully you’ve found them..?

[thelunaregos]

Ausham: i stole Parsure's chainsaw, can I kill Frenzy now?

(uh this is Moonie typing Frenzy’s answer, but I tried asking this to her and she replied somewhere along the lines of:)

Frenzy: (hysterical laughter)

“What, that dumbass thinks they can kill me? They gotta be joking.”

“Nice try, but I’m not a sad mortal like the rest of you. I can’t die even if I wanted to.”

[winged-wolf-s-collection-of-arts]

yoink

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Has any of your characters played pranks on their SO, if they have any?

For Skunk, he would be the type to play a harmless prank. Like the kind a dad would play on his kids. He would probably change Perce's ( @just-a-pen-and-a-dream ) bowties with different colors or use magic to change his hair color for an hour. Little harmless things.

For Mimi, as of right now does not have a SO. Buuuut I am working on a comic that shows her meeting a Gallade (who I plan to pair her with)

Glossy, my Ego gifted to me from @fernlom is a single pringle with a lot of bromances. If he were to play a prank, it would be on Parsure and involve a lot of silly string.

As for Grim...well...he did pull a prank on @abaddonpayne , his fiance. It involved taping the faucet sprayer. Let's just say he'll be in a lot of trouble later.

[blog-ahuva-herut]

@fernlom, please take him back, I've been trying to draw something for two straight hours now, aaaaaaaahhhhhhh

-Prof.

[thriftshopofinfinitewonders]

Creationaria: Chapter 2, Ausham

I enjoy my job. I work at the Creation Chambers with Eclecious, but I have the fun job of destroying Creations that the Creators don’t want anymore. Characters work pretty weirdly here, if one dies they become this sheet of paper that gets taken to Parsure. Parsnips is in charge of the Archives of Abandoned Works.

The alarm sounds, another Creator made something too dangerous to control. I love these.

I rush down the hallway to the room the alarm is going off from. I quickly get inside and see two people. CQ, of course, and a glitched fish lady.

“Good lord CQ, another Error?” I grip my bat.

“It’s Undyne...I know you had to delete her before but...I wanted to try and use her again, but she’s too unstable. “ CQ simply shrugged.

“Alright, get out then” I motion for her to exit through the door. She does quickly and I face Undyne.

“They thought they could just erase me? Then bring me back like nothing is wrong?!” She screamed, the glitches around her worsening.

“Alright then, I’m taking you down and enjoying every last second of it” I twirl my bat in my hand.

“You can try punk” She stabs a spear into the ground and walks forward.

“Oh this’ll be fun” I think to myself. She can’t see it, but I’m grinning under my mask.

I rush forward just as she does, with a swing of my bat she is knocked back. I failed to knock her down though, stupid glitched strong fish. What i did not expect was the armored knee hitting my face as she quickly jumped back up to me.

“Hold on!” A voice echoes through the chamber, which is weird since it’s just us too. I fall flat on my back, just in time to see Cole flying through the air with his axe. I forgot he works here too.

He slices through Undyne’s armor and knocks her back with his elbow. I quickly rush up and stand next to him.

“Thanks bro” I say.

“As much as I enjoy watching you get your ass kicked, Eclecious made me step in” He responds.

Of course Eclecious would, lazy douce never comes in and does this himself.

Undyne rushes forward, Cole swing his axe, the blade digging deep into her chest. I grin and slam my bat into her head as she keels over. Into a puff of dust she goes, only a paper with her picture on it remains.

“Ahh, always fun.” I pick up the paper. “I’ll go run this over to Parsnips, you keep an eye out here for more idiot Creators making stupid things?”

“Yeah whatever” Cole walks out, his axe slung across his shoulder.

I laugh, Cole may be an asshole, but at least he’s a stoic asshole.

…

I step out of the Creation Chambers and start walking down the street, the picture rolled up and in my hoodie pocket.

I ignore the people around me, it’s clear a lot don’t like me, and even stranger a lot who really, really do like me. I look down the street and see Chanter talking to GKatte. I nod at them and they wave back, but I don’t stop walking, I really don’t feel like chatting with them.

I look ahead and notice someone I haven’t spoken to in a while, a Creator named Juju, and her Character Dre.

I smirk, I hate them both, but honestly not as much as most of the other people I hate. At least I can relate to Dre.

“Hey Dre!” I shout as I walk towards them. I make sure my bat is clear in my hand, dress to impress you know?

Juju seems unimpressed, Dre just laughs.

“Waddup hommie?” Dre walks up to me.

I laugh and nod back to Dre “Not much bro. Not much.”

“What’s with the bat?” Juju asks.

“Huh? Well I mostly carry it around now so people keep their distance, and I like the look on people’s faces as I pass by”

“Nice” Dre nods.

I scoff “aight, well I gotta get going, nice seeing you guys”

“Uh-huh” Juju smiles.

I nod and keep walking, I’m not very chatty.

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Blogs Included:

@loverofpiggies

@cursetale / @mojo-maker

@fernlom / @fernlomwrites

Ausham’s normal day. He has a fun job. 

[fernlomwrites]

Creationaira: Chapter 4, The Search is On

Dran swooped through the sky, diving through buildings, avoiding light poles and other flying beings.

She lands next to her group of friends, Roses, Simakai, and Cat. She landed a bit rough and sent dust into the air. Cloud Rose coughed.

Dran turned and looked at her “I didn’t think clouds could cough.”

“Well, dust is dust dude” Rose replied.

Dran shrugged. “So, whats going on?”

Simakai shrugged “well, we just bumped into Chanter a few minutes ago, Ausham and Parsure are missing, and he’s not sure what Fern is doing. “

Dran’s eyes narrowed “Parsure is missing?”

Cat nods “yes, no one’s really sure where he is, or what he’s doing. “

“Yah, but hey, you want to come get lunch with us?” Bone rose asked.

“Uhm, not this time. I guess i have some writer's block to find” Dran smirked to herself, launching herself upward with her wings.

“Huh. Okay then. Well, we said mexican food right?” Bone Rose asked.

“Huh? I thought we said sushi?” Cloud Rose replied.

“Buffet guys, we said buffett, get all of it” Simakai quickly redirected the conversation.

“Right, nice” Cat chuckled, happy to be with friends.  

…

Dran swooped through the skies, flying away from the city. She knew if she were to find Parsure anywhere, it wouldn’t be with all the creative types. He’d be out in Anon territory, where he can thrive.

The land of the Anon’s was wide, expansive, and rather empty. Small anon villages scattered the countryside, made of simple grey houses. Dran flew around until she came across one village that was different.  

Each of the houses were half built, as if the builders no longer knew how to finish their work. Dran landed in the middle of the village and gasped. Every last anon in the town was dead, bodies were scattered around, some missing heads, or arms, or legs. Grey blood splattered on every wall, and all over the floor.

“Dransnake.” A bland, yet choppy and rather distorted voice called out to her. Dran turned to face the source, standing at the entrance of the village. He looked unfinished, he had one complete arm, with a few gaps here and there, but his other arm was just a sketch, very light almost invisible. His body had holes all over it, appearing to be partially erased. Half of his face was complete, his hair a light brown, the other half was like his arm, just a partial sketch, along with that half of his hair.

“Parsure?” Dran asked, stepping forward. “What...what did you do?”

Parsure stepped forward as well, “What? Here? I just did what any of the people back in the city would love to do, but are to cowardly to. “

Dran stumbled back in disgust, “Why? Why did you slaughter an entire village of innocent anons?” She exclaimed.

“Oh don’t think for a second you are fooling me! No one actually cares about these faceless nobodies! Not even the who live in the city! Friendly Anon? There is no such thing as a friendly anon! They are nothing, a waste of space, and deserve to be slaughtered. Now” Parsure continued walking towards Dran, “unless you are here to help me, I suggest you leave”

Dran stood her ground, scared but determined. Suddenly a blast of lightning sent Parsure flying out of the village. Dran turned to see one lone Anon standing. Dressed with the iconic black sunglasses, and a black tophat.

“I am the Magic Anon! And you have no purpose here!” the anon shouts out to Parsure. Dran sighed in relief, she’s met quite a few magic anon’s before, and she was grateful for this one.

It turns and nods at her “I can handle myself, go notify those in the city.”

Dran nods in return, launching off into the air with her rainbow wings.

Blogs included: 

@dransnake

@rascal-rose

@imjustalazycat

@simakai

@your-friendly-anon

@fernlom

The plot thickens! And we have our first story arc beginning. Will eveyrone band together and save the Anons? Or will they let Parsure slaughter them all? Stay tuned!

PS. Yes, in this cannon Anon blood is grey. 

[winged-wolf-s-collection-of-arts]

On character thoughts!! Thinking about… fusion! Temporary this time, Parsure and Mason-

[… is it worse for my hands to draw or type right now. Hm.]

Thinking back to that idea of going for vibes over appearance. [related to that, I think Mason should not have a top hat anymore] I think… I think they would work very well together but cause trouble unintentionally! Partly because. Mason spontaneously catches fire sometimes. And Parsure is an artist. I think they could do very nice art but uh you know. Better not get too hyped. I think I’d probably… hm- maybe say no wings for this fusion, they gotta walk- [gah I love how the virtues (creativity and joy) are great together but their personalities hold them back.] Their combined personality… somehow ends up to be shy [but explosive when something that interests them happens]? Insecurity vs mania FIGHT

Unrelated but I’m very set on them looking. horse like. Something subtle-y off but ALSO I think having a unicorn horn would be so cool. I really want to use the circus look Mason has… and the gold embroidery on his suit plus Parsure’s ink could make something very nice I just need to decide what that’d be combined. beadwork?

[mimikip-stuff]

Most embarrassing thing they have done for glossy,Silas and ausham.

Glossy's most embarrassing thing would have to be when Parsure was making peanut butter cookies and Glossy got his hand stuck in a jar of peanut butter he was using to bake. He always likes nibbling Parsure's ingredients whenever the ego bakes

Ausham's moment of embarrassment is most likely when all the Egos gender swapped for a server event. My poor edgy badass wasn't used to being a female, especially with all the mood swings and having tiddies and felt kinda vulnerable. Thankfully Chanter made it all better with praise and kisses

Silas' embarrassing moment is very simple- I caught him chasing his own tail like a puppy XD I'm never gonna let him live that down, it was too cute

[blog-ahuva-herut]

Ta da, here’s my attempt at drawing Parsure, one of @fernlom’s egos!!