#rosenth0rne

[siro-cyll]

Silly drawings of my BG3 character Lycoris, a Selunite cleric. They were abandoned at a Selunite temple as a baby, raised mainly to heal in the temple. They're quiet, a bit dopey, and have the social skills of a rock. Lycoris has severe self worth issues and tries to find ways to prove their usefulness, such as being a blood bag for the resident vampire (who may have accidentally killed them).

In the group, Lycoris mainly slinks to the background, letting others take the lead.

Then there's @lord-rosenth0rne's Dark Urge, Ze'erith, a drow necromancer. And the default Dark Urge, we've named Tavish. In our canon, he exists as a companion and is Ze'erith's younger sibling. Both lost their memories, though Ze'erith keeps getting the Cain instinct to cave his head in...

(I cannot draw Dragonborn AT ALL OTL)

[lord-rosenth0rne]

*Is literally about to explode while vibrating in my seat*

Okay, let me explain. Ten years ago, me and my platonic soulmates @siro-cyll and @meggo-b came together through our love of Invader Zim as well as other shows. Now that Enter the Florpus has dropped, we have been revisiting our beginnings:

Roan, shown previously from a post that I made with a photo dating back to June of 2012, was my Irk-sona (Irken-sona? Meh) who was trying to adapt after being stranded on earth for 60+ years.

The little Irken was originally named ‘Sin’ (Now Zinnia) before being repurposed for a bigger project later on. Due to Enter the Florpus, she was yeeted back into the IZ universe as her Irken self for a brief period. Poor thing suffered from narcolepsy back then and would pass out on Zim at random times during missions.

The next one... well, let’s just say we tend to try to kill each other with personal drawings and writings that rarely see the light of day. My friends have always known I adored Membrane and Enter the Florpus did not help things. This was pretty much Siro-Cyl attempting to murder me by inserting myself into the IZ style with Membrane. We’re huge pro-self-shippers and like to extend our support to those who want to self-ship themselves with fictional characters.

The last one is just a blindsided attempt that actually got me. I’m a vengeful, homicidal spirit as of writing this. I will have my revenge. I know your weakness. AS IF HIS ROBOT ARMS WEREN’T ENOUGH, T! He looks good in their style though...

These were all drawn by Siro-cyl and I was given permission to upload these since I seem to be sinking faster back into the fandom than they are. (I’ll bring you down with me if it’s the last thing I do, T...) 

So, while I figure out a way to murder both roommates (M KNOWS WHAT SHE DID TO BE INCLUDED), please enjoy these awesome doodles!

Now, where did I put that chain saw...?

[jyushimatsurepliez]

Pfft, the word 'squid' alone makes me laugh but knowing Ichimatsu goes one step further with acting it out makes it so much better XD There are a few things in this world that don't get tiresome after a couple of hundred times but that (and the reverberated fart post) will never get old XD

@guardianoflightanddarkness @kgie4

[mallohollow]

Your Interaction with @rosenth0rn was so wholesome that it kinda inspired me. Hope you like it!

Me : How cute ! it’s really sweet ! @rosenth0rne looks at this cute piece of art they made for us it's adorable

[carnistcervine]

Fic Recs From Carnist

Pretty much just went through my "Stories" bookmarks folder and picked some fics I really liked. :'D It's kinda ridiculous how many fics and such I have collected in that folder. Like, literally hundreds of fics(and original stories by others) bookmarked. I'm not exaggerating. :'D

Some are complete, some are incomplete, some are dead. They're all just fics that I liked so much that I saved them to read again and again. <3

ATLA~

Gilded Green by CaelumBlue https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7108225/1/Gilded-Green

While the Cat's Away, the Mouse-Pigeons Will Play by attackfish https://archiveofourown.org/works/20512478

Come Marching Home by SoBadAtBeingGood https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11441718/1/Come-Marching-Home

Firebender!Jet AU https://white-knuckle.livejournal.com/68739.html

One Last Chance by theAsh0 https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8865414/1/One-Last-Chance

A Word of Advice by QueenPersephoneofHades https://archiveofourown.org/works/2296640

I Struck a Match to Light the Night Sky by SiryyGray https://archiveofourown.org/works/21914668

Undertale~

a lesson in grief. by ohmygodwhy https://archiveofourown.org/works/5295434/chapters/12223919

i will try to fix you by taizi https://archiveofourown.org/works/5234981

Wódan Dreáme by Mayamali https://archiveofourown.org/works/5050087

Darker Yet Darker by sansybones https://sansybones.tumblr.com/post/134815764143/this-is-the-cover-page-im-trying-to-work-with

Detroit: Becomes Human~

Memory wipe by talinatera https://archiveofourown.org/works/15222611/chapters/35306978

The World Was Wide Enough by SociopathicArchangel https://archiveofourown.org/works/15360168

Preconstruct by KyDesert https://archiveofourown.org/works/15591018/chapters/36198246

Defection by AsunaChinaDoll https://archiveofourown.org/works/15710412/chapters/36515304

Mystery Skulls Animated~

Ever Beating by Rinichey https://www.deviantart.com/rinichey/gallery/51795130/Ever-Beating?offset=0&rnrd=256731

Best Served Cold by HeCallsMeHisChild https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10845410/1/Best-Served-Cold

Worse than Death by HeCallsMeHisChild https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10930408/1/Worse-Than-Death

Mystery Skulls: Pink Hue by Ms-Ooky-Spooky https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10804170/1/Mystery-Skulls-Pink-Hue

Invader Zim~

French Toast of Doom by Rosenth0rne https://archiveofourown.org/works/20683754/chapters/49127915

Something About Us by s_u_n_b_i_r_d https://archiveofourown.org/works/20487302/chapters/48615863

And also, Shameless Self Promotion(tm)

My Fics- https://archiveofourown.org/users/SlytherclawHomunculus/works

More tomorrow. :'D

[leonerrdo-blog]

i’m absolute trash and finally getting to messages and replies so message me if you want a connection with leo or my new bb ava (@rosenth0rns) who....i still have to make an intro post for.....anyway hmu bye

[siro-cyll]

Long time follower here, would love to hear about your OCs if you ever want to share!!! I love the ones you've shown, they're creative and fun, and your art style is so fun to look at.

Ain't going anywhere if you wanna post more than gravity falls!

Aww, thank you so much! QAQ I have quite a few rattling around in my head, I just never really get the courage to really post/say much about them on here. (I'm fighting my anxiety just to post this fhfghfhdgk)

But, here's the main ocs I think about (under the cut because this is gonna get long)

Zinnia Conifer

An absolute ball of sunshine, Zinnia is the sweetest girl you could possibly know. She's 13, loves anything about ghosts, aliens, and dragons. She also has narcolepsy with cataplexy and deals with it the best she can, with the help of her friends and family. She is one of the few people in my universe with time altering powers and has been slowly learning how to control them. Her main story involves her waking up in Limbo one day, and traveling through it trying to figure out how and why she got there, while meeting others who share her abilities.

(She's my baby oc and must be protected at all cost. She's completely oblivious to any danger around her)

Riddell Hazard

Riddell's an old barn owl familiar who had been blessed (cursed) with immortality. While his physical body may die, his consciousness is sent to another plane of existence while his body reconstructs. He's died many times over the years, and the strange way his immortality works has taken a toll on his body, to the point it'll give out on him without outside influence. Riddell was always a quiet and private person, but with this curse attached to him, he's become jaded and bitter, wishing to find a way out. However, he has a soft spot for birds, especially owls.

His story involves him meeting @lord-rosenth0rne's oc Cross and @junodabeach's oc Stark, dealing with the trauma and abuse he's dealt with over the years while finding a family that actually loves and cares for him.

(he gets a happy ending I swear)

Zane Selene

Zane is an anxious person who lives with their adopted family, full of magic users, while they are the lone 'powerless' human. While in truth, Zane possesses mysterious powers not even their adopted mother can place. Their story is more slice of life of them dealing with stuff going on in their hometown, Lyre's Hollow, that borders on the human and arcane realm. Lots of human and magic shenanigans, with background hints about where they came from.

And then the following ocs are ones that are fandom related that I think about a lot. All of them are pretty much 'but what if the protag had a friend the whole time'.

Ignacio Vasquez aka Vas

My Half Life oc, Vas worked as a general practitioner at Black Mesa before the resonance cascade. They're friends with Gordon and Barney before everything blew up, and during the events of the game, Vas travels with Gordon making an attempt to save as many people as possible on their journey out of the facility.

Vas is normally an easy going person, quick to immerse themselves into the latest rpg and make silly little bets on who can win a desk chair race. They also have a cochlear implant and sign often, especially with Gordon. Vas has to quickly adjust to being a combat medic with all the chaos around them.

Bellamy Espinoza aka Bell

My Dead Space oc, Bell is an engineer working on the Ishimura when the necromorph outbreak started. After being left for dead by their panicking crewmates, Bell had been hiding out, having to create some new gadgets just to stay alive. They eventually meet Isaac as he tries to get the Ishimura's engines started again, and help him get the ship up and running again (this poor man deserved the help I mean COME ON)

Bell is the type who uses humor to cope with the mounting horror around them, coming up with silly names for the creatues (like death pancake) and trying to ease tensions by making off the wall comments. Not that they don't take this seriously, they just need something to laugh at in a panic as they run for their life.

They do manage to survive the events of the first game, not without being mauled first.

and finally, Arsenio Conifer

My Pokemon oc. The past few Pokemon games I've played, I've played as Zinnia, I found it more fun playing as one of my child ocs rather than myself. So, Arsenio is Zinnia's parent in the Poke-verse (as well as canon parent, but for now they’re mainly Pokemon based).

Arsenio lives in Paldea, growing up with the reputation as being a living shiny charm because of how often shiny Pokemon seem to appear around them. They quickly got tired of being dragged around by fake friends, only using them to draw out rare Pokemon and quit being a trainer altogether. Instead, they created a care center that works to rehabilitate abandoned or neglected Pokemon, finding good homes for them, and working with the Professors by providing starter Pokemon for new trainers.

They grew up knowing Sada and Turo, and because of their job, they see them often. With the Professors disappearing for long periods, Arsenio had taken Arven in to watch over him. By the events of the game, they have practically adopted him. Also Poke-verse Zinnia sees Arven as her brother the entire game, they have an adorable sibling relationship going on.

[siro-cyll]

Ford isn’t a shy lover... he’s a romantic lover. He probably won’t notice you leaning in for a kiss, and scamper away to the next mystery, but it was all because he was preparing a sweet candlelit dinner in the moonlit part of the forest. He’s a weird guy, but a sweet one too.

Oh, definitely! While he can be a bit scatter brained, especially when he’s in the middle of something, he does take moments to pause and plan something sweet like that. If questioned about some of the things he grabs and brings home, he might toss an ‘oh, it’s for an experiment’ excuse, and it would fly because he is an odd one. But he’s really stowing things away for a surprise later on.

While it seems like he’s very work oriented, he does do little things to show he cares. Having a meal together, giving kisses hello/goodbye, preparing things just for you, making handwritten letters/notes, and when he’s out at sea, taking time to do a skype call or something similar. Even if it’s just sitting in silence, it’s enough for him.

Of course his train of thought can be easily derailed with a sudden kiss, a hug, lacing fingers with his. He can prepare in confidence but he can still get into a flustered mess.

Also! This makes me think of a fic @rosenth0rne wrote for me a few years ago, with a romantic outing on the lake.

[siro-cyll]

I feel like posting more oc stuff since I have a bunch of doodles rotting away in my files.

So here’s Riddell. A tired, old, owl familiar that literally cannot die. He’s an avian doctor who gets along amazingly with birds.

Cross (the cat and vampire lady) belongs to @rosenth0rne

[siro-cyll]

A Professor Membrane dakimakura made for @rosenth0rne because she was disappointed with the lack of Membrane merch.

The daki doesn’t actually exist though.

[siro-cyll]

Self inserts and AUs, with @meggo-b and @rosenth0rne‘s ocs, Cres and Cross.

[siro-cyll]

The Buzz Cut

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Script by @rosenth0rne, art is mine.

And that’s it for this comic!

[siro-cyll]

The Buzz Cut

[Part 1]|Part 2|Part 3

This is a collab between @rosenth0rne and me with my trans Ford headcanon! I drew everything and had the basic idea, she came up with the script and extra scenes.

This takes place the winter/early spring before the flashback in both Lost Legends and A Tale of Two Stans. Ford does not realize he’s trans just yet, but he’s had this desire to cut off a lot of his hair for a while.... 

No pronouns or names are used other than ‘Sixer’ for him. This’ll act as the first spark that maybe he isn’t what he thought he was.

[siro-cyll]

More with Ford and the merfolk/Siren. And another journal entry written by @rosenth0rne!

It has been several weeks since my first initial contact with the merfolk of the lake and I have done all that I can to establish some form of communication with them. There seems to be no sign of a native language which leads me to believe there is none as I have not discovered any other merfolk in the area. The one I am currently working with may be very much alone.

Before I came to this realization, I had been referring to the creature as ‘Siren’, believing them to be of the variant. Regardless, I’m keeping it.

My second attempt entailed getting as much fish food as I could at the local pet store, setting up a base where Siren had brought me back to shore, and yelling at the top of my lungs ‘HERE FISHY FISHY FISHY’ to see if it would answer. This resulted in me getting splashed in the face with a large wave. I am fairly certain I was slapped in the face with a large lake fish that was caught up within that wave. When I recovered, I noticed an icy glare from the water and the merfolk swam off with a cold shoulder. I may or may not have insulted them. Siren may understand more than I anticipated.

My third attempt had to be delayed due to a fishing competition on the lake. I began to panic. What if Siren was caught? What if one of the hooks hurt them? I fished out (pun intended) my second journal and found a storm spell that I had archived earlier this year. In my haste, I jumbled up the words in a way I cannot recount and watched as storm clouds gathered overhead. The substance that came down in heavy drops was not water, but a deep red color reminiscent of blood. I watched in horror as the fishermen screamed, scrambled off the lake, and back to shelter. It was then that I slowly closed my journal, turned on my heel and hastily retreated back to the cabin before anyone became the wiser. Siren is probably laughing their tail off. This was not one of my finest moments.

Attempt number… honestly, I lost count… The blood rain made it difficult to try anything. The forest rangers were keeping people away from the lake with an investigation of what the blood was. I was threatened with arrest on the third attempt to make it to the lakeside so I had to abandon seeing if Siren was okay or even there at all.

Once all the blood had been washed away by normal rain and the forest rangers got their unmentionables unwadded and left, I made it back out onto the lake, this time with a basket of food. Whole, dead fish for Siren and a sandwich for me. I was also prepared to go into the water with swim trunks. This attempt was going to play on the creature’s curiosity. I was going to pretend I was distressed over bringing too much food as loudly as possible to see if I could catch Siren’s attention. Apparently, the creature was in the area already because they popped their head up out of the water after the first call. Success!

It did take some coaxing to get Siren to come over to me but in the end, they relented and we ended up having lunch together. Siren lifted themselves out of the water and sat with me on the pier when they felt comfortable enough. I was ecstatic! I was able to see more of the creature. The shape and color of their scales, how their fins mimic human hair along the top of their head, the details along its body- though now that I’m writing this, I have come to the realization that I may have been staring in a way that would have gotten the daylights slapped out of me in any other situation.

Siren constantly looked over their shoulders the entire time while they were out of the water but calmed down over time. I did most of the talking, trying to find ways for them to understand me but all they did was stare at me with those large vibrant gold eyes against a sea of black and that cute little smile of theirs. While they can’t talk, the trills they make while trying to communicate is absolutely adorable. I can’t help but smile. Oh, dear Tesla, I’m falling for a fish. Is that even possible?

After lunch, Siren dove back into the water and tried to coax me in to follow them. Without a second thought, I began to take my shirt off, explaining that I had already anticipated going into the water. The idea of possibly being lured to my death via drowning did not occur to me at that point. Looking back now, Siren could have very well killed me for that “Fishy” attempt. I jumped into the water and I’m pretty sure I heard ‘COLD’ echoing off the cliffs around us in my voice which made me grin sheepishly. Hopefully, no one heard that. 

Siren swam up to me and I felt a strange jolt in my chest as they took my hand and pulled me further out into the lake. I must have been grinning like an idiot the entire time considering my face hurt once we had made it to the middle. This was absolutely amazing! My face fell when I noticed Siren looking below them as if searching for something beneath the water. Before I could ask, they grinned, looked at me and pointed directly below them and dove under, only to come back up to see if I understood them. They wanted me to dive down and follow them. Gladly!

We swam for what felt like ten or fifteen minutes. During that time, we had entered a small cave at the bottom of the lake where it was pitch black. Siren had to guide me from there on since I did not bring any glow sticks with me. I had not anticipated anything like this. Twice, I felt them lift me up to what had to be an air pocket so I could breathe and gather air once more. They seemed to respond to my hand squeezing theirs when I was ready to do something or if I needed something. On the third trip, just before I needed to squeeze their hand again, we resurfaced. 

Once I gathered myself, I looked around. My jaw dropped. Siren had brought me to a bioluminescence cave that had to be somewhere under the town. Caves like those are rare in freshwater, which makes me wonder if whatever was causing the bioluminescence was normal glow worms and their larvae or was it something only native to Gravity falls?! I slicked back my hair in excitement. I must have been rambling for ten minutes straight before I realized that Siren’s eyes glowed too as they watched me in silent comfort. In that instance, the radiance of the cave had paled in comparison.

[siro-cyll]

… I searched several days on the water, and only caught glimpses here and there of what I assume is the creature the locals lamented about. All I could confirm was that what I did see was definitely not what would be considered documented fauna. It’s humanoid, that’s for sure. I do feel like I am being watched by this entity and I bet it’s wondering what this fool is doing out on the water without fishing gear. I think it’s onto me. The locals were clear that this creature is intelligent and learns by watching.

Well! Today’s been an eventful day! I’ve got good news and bad news. The good news is I got a very good look at the creature. Bad news, I’m going to have to dry clean my coat and rewrite my notes. Apparently the entity believed I needed a bath and flipped my boat, plunging me into the cold lake water. I sank like a rock to the bottom. Why I had to go rock collecting for anomalous materials before coming out here is something I’m still struggling to answer.

What happened next was what I assume is a scene in every mermaid and siren story ever told. Before I could make the serious decision of abandoning my coat and recent rock collection (though I have come to the realization that I may have to rethink my priorities from now on), something dark grabbed me from above and pulled me to the surface. When I gathered my wits, I realized what had brought me back up was still lingering before me and offering my glasses to me.

Journal entry written by @rosenth0rne, at my request. I wanted to do a merfolk drawing and it exploded into a little comic.

[siro-cyll]

The Buzz Cut

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Script by @rosenth0rne, art is mine.