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[thevoidsheep]

@venomous-qwille Here comes the booooooy

[thevoidsheep]

[ID: Multiple GIFs of someone with a graveyard background shmoving in a black greenscreen suit and a carved pumpkin on their head. End ID] [ID: GIF of Sun and Moon jigging back and forth with carved pumpkins for faces. Moon's bell and star pattern has also been replaced with pumpkins]

I haven't seen dancing pumpkin guy ONCE this year, are you guys okay?

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System Member Info Post:

🦋 : Symh (shoo-may) the fae. He/they. Birthday March 20th. Kinda looks like if you put an owl's head + talons and luna moth's wings on a stag's body, all cyan/minty colored with gold antlers/talons and piercing blue eyes. The jester, a wildcard whose intentions are never obvious. Eloquent and jovial, blends easily into social scenarios but has a sadistic and mean side. One of the protective ones and quite dangerous at that. Highly protective. "After all: the world is a stage, and the stage is a world of entertainment".

🥀 : Araneae Florenfernum 3rd bloom (air-rain-ee-ay floor-en-fur-num) the affini. She/her. Birthday February 28th. Looks like a drider made of plant matter. Will do anything necessary to make others happy. Tries her hardest to keep the rest of us from getting too worked up and deescalate. Caretaker.

🐉 : Cacexòl (kah-seh-shoal) the primordial leviathan. It/its. Birthday November 23rd. This world's incarnation is a midnight blue and silver gryphon with lammergeier and megalotheriun parts, "true" body is a massive leviathan with purple crystalline scales swimming somewhere in the voidsea. A blank slate with very little personality who operates mostly on primal instincts outside of small windows of lucidity where it can convey information it's gathered. Tends to be easily fall into depressive cycles.

🎶: Siala (zee-eye-ya) the kirin. She/they. Birthday October 31. Fakewe's familiar. Quiet and reserved but passionate about her interests, good with chemistry and medicine.

🐺: Riverfang (River) the hellhound. She/it. Birthday June 13th. Crimson and cream fur with sharp black needle-like teeth and black claws. Born and raised in the eternal frost of Cocytus. Filled with murderous rage and extremely protective. Seeing blood and gore awakens a deep-seated primal hunger and sometimes causes a frenzy. Part-time floret.

🐏 : Fakewe/Shub-Niggurath (fah-coo-way/shub-na-gore-off) the voidsheep. She/they. Birthday December 21st. Has a hypnotic effect on people, seductive and likes to toy with people but harmless most of the time. Feeds off soul energy and life forces. Will do literally anything if it ensures survival. Araneae's non-floret partner. Alchemist/tinkerer with extensive knowledge of toxins.

🐰: Xezaeros (seize-air-oss) the moon rabbit. He/him. Birthday December 25th. A rather unremarkable looking white rabbit with cyan eyes and some black facial markings reminiscent of kabuki face paints. Shy, good with mechanical and electronic stuff. Technically a two-for-one deal because of his mechanical assistant Nanashi. Suffers from shortness and is very frail but is one of the smartest of us.

⛩️: Maiko (my-koh) the celestial kitsune in service to Ō-Inari. She/her. Birthday July 18th. Cross fox colouration, blueish-white eyes, white tips on 10 tails. Kind and motherly personality. The most calm and collected of us, hates fire and conflict and opts for peaceful resolutions unless there's absolutely no other choice. Gods save us all if something manages to make her angry. Caretaker.

🦝: Jezzy the shapeshifting forest spirit. Usually defaults to coati or sinosauropteryx. She/it. Birthday april 30th*. Hyperactive and childish. Can't elaborate words very well and often speaks in broken english that can be difficult to understand at times, but is actually the smartest of us all despite her childish demeanor and communication issues. Araneae's floret.

⚡: Zhequi (sha-chee) the electrical psychopomp. He/it. Birthday June 20th. Looks like an electrified partially skeletal thylacine with electrically conductive gelatinous substance covering exposed bones. Dark and brooding type, melancholy. Prefers to observe and gather information from all sides before making any decisions or choosing to act. Passively interferes with electronics simply by existing, which often results in unexpected behaviors from nearby software and hardware around us.

*Approximate conversion of Aztec calendar date

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Pain pt.3: Revenge of the Voidsheep

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guess what, i’m actually doing inktober this year?? just been forgetting to post them, so i’m queueing ‘em up now. doing monster/creature stuff instead of using a prompt list SO Inktober 1: Voidsheep! Like regular sheep, but without faces.

[thevoidsheep]

These hips don’t lie xD

I feel like yall need to know this but the word I used to find the pose was “vivacious”

Sanii from @venomous-qwille​‘s Ghost in the Machine AU 

[thevoidsheep]

This guy. oUGH *swoons*

uno, bitch.

ayo it’s your guy @just-a-drawing-bean

[thevoidsheep]

Stellar City Eclipse from a magma -

I absolutely adore your AU @8um8ble8ee grRRR /aff

[thevoidsheep]

Oh yeah forgot to post this, oops- lil doodle of my Mer!Sun, hehe :3c

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Photoshoot, POSE!

Lil' gift for @sootybunny I cannot get over these two ouGh-

[thevoidsheep]

[ID: A digital drawing of ruin Eclipse in front of the doors as seen in the trailer. They're looking at you, Sun's eye is narrow while Moon's eye is wide open, looking at the viewer. They have a big grin on their face, tilting their head back and pulling their elbows close, slightly behind them with their hands going away in front of them. The background has simple splachy shading, while Eclipse has base colors only. End ID]

Oops forgot to post this-

Spoilery-ish below cut

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[thevoidsheep]

COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN!!

We're opening up our Ko-fi for commissioning!! (as of Sept. 7th 2024)

You can take a look at some of the stuff we have on here under the #voidsheep tag, or the gallery after clicking the Ko-fi link :D

[thevoidsheep]

Oops-

Another lil' magma piece I did on a palette board of the-weekly magma, hehe

[thevoidsheep]

Routine checkup with Sun (Steampunk!AU)

Cw: Suggestive, flustered reader

You’re in the workshop doing some mechanical work. Sun had some work needed to be done on one of his shoulders, to keep things up to date. He had reported a squeaking noise coming from the joint—probably just needed to be lubricated, but your boss insisted on getting him checked out more thoroughly; oh well.

He’s laid down comfortably in a chair while you work on his shoulder, heavily focused on the inner mechanisms of the joint, forgetting your immediate surroundings. The two of you sit similarly to one who would be getting a tattoo. You inattentively have your tongue sticking out when you reach some more finicky spots on the area, sucking in your cheek occasionally when lost in thought.

He observes you closely, smiling at how mindful you work your tools to make sure he’s working at maximum efficiency, less you wish to hear more of the boss’ bickering.

The Sunbot chuckles, “You sure know your way around, Sunbite, so gentle as well.~”, his optics shine brightly, trailing off from where you work on his shoulder and running up your arm, resting itself on your face.

You brush it off as another one of his attempts to flatter you, failing to hide a smirk and you tut at the tease. He chuckles and the silence in the room thickens, only disrupted by the rhythmic clicking of the clock that hangs above the door of the workshop.

You usually would be listening to music in any other case, or perhaps tuning in to one of the radio stations, but such a check-up required more of your senses, so you decide against the leisure of background noise.

Eventually you finish your work, setting down your tools confidently, “can you move your arm for me?”, your tone is flat and simple, purely focused on making sure the linkage of his extremity is working as intended. He flexes his fingers and moves his arm, calibrating and doing an internal diagnosis.

He then suddenly stretches his arm out to you, gliding his fingers under your chin, “seems everything is up and running, thanks to your expertise, Sunbite~”, his eyes narrow playfully and his head tilts with the sound of a soft metal click, observing your reaction.

He notices the blush you attempt hopelessly to hide and he chuckles, his bright yellow optics flash slightly in reaction and you can see his grin stretch and thin out; the first step to his advancements seems to have worked, and he was only getting started. You brush it off as best you can as you quickly divert your focus back to your work, continuing to check on his other functions, as per protocol.

You make him test his rays and they spin as normal, rotating in either direction with ease. Retraction isn’t a problem either as Sun demonstrates the functions, pulling in each rays individually and finishing off with a full retraction. No problems there–check.

The arms, then. You go through the routine flexibility test, having him twirl the joints of his shoulders and wrist, bending the elbows and each segment for each digit. “Working like a charm”, he says satisfied, giving you another sly grin making your stomach flutter just a bit–...check.

Next up, the torso. He tilts in stretching motions like you would before a workout; left then right, extending his arms above his head into the lean. The orangish light of his chassis glows brightly under the protective brass cage. In addition, you check his twirl function connected at the waist; a little feature Afton wanted added to make performances more exotic.. “unique” was the word he used. Everything seems to be working fine, so you check that off the list.

Lastly, the legs. He straightens his lower limbs, swapping between each one, and it reminds you of a ballet dance practice. Then they bend, first the knees and hip joints, pulling his legs up in intervals, checking balance while we’re at it. Finally bending his feet. Alright, that works too. “Alrighty then”, you finish, snapping the book you hold shut and setting it to the side on your workbench, illuminated under the lamp where you always leave it.

“Would you like a performance check while you’re at it?~”, he states his query with a smile you can only describe with a playful dalliance. You raise an eyebrow with immediate suspicion, furrowing the other. He only smiles at you, waiting patiently for your response as he observes you closely—as he always does.

Looking down at the calendar on your desk you spot the date and sigh, “well I suppose there’s no reason against that, your next check-up would be a couple of days from now anyways..”, your voice trails off.

Grabbing out your book, you flip to the pages for a performance testing protocol with a conditioned motion. You can’t help but notice him usher closer to you as you flip through the pages, feeling his presence loom over you with a playful eagerness.

You allow him to pick out the song. He chooses a slow-paced song, starting off with a melodic guitar riff, gaining soft dream-like percussions as the vocals begin, sensual and firm concurrently. He begins to move, and you know you’re in for it because he sheerly focuses his movements on you, as he should, but you feel an agitation in your chest nonetheless as your heart skips a beat.

The dance starts slowly, first starting small on your arms, moving with the beat, flowing down to your hands. He pulls you close in a practiced motion as the melody kicks up, holding your waist with one hand, his other flowing with the music filling the barren workshop.

Taking control of you as he pushes you two apart, he twirls the both of you around each other, catching you by the waist, pulling your hips close in a dip.

The music pauses for just a moment. The tension rises to your neck, and there’s no more denying that you feel at least a bit flustered.

As the music kicks in again, the melody is mellow, though the vocals definitely feel heightened in passion.

Sun’s still-free hand reaches up to the posterior of your neck, barely grazing the hairline with his claws as his thumb slides across the corner of your jaw. His claw tickles you as he brings it forward just behind your ear. You shiver, your breath gets shaky, even if for a moment.

His smug little grin threatens to split his visage, your faces barely from touching. “I never knew you could dance~”, he teases, bringing the both of you back up, holding you close.

“You and I both know I made you with the intention of helping non-dancers, so don’t flatter yourself.” A snarky chuckle escapes you as your eyebrows furrow with humor. You designed him to lead the other in performances, but that doesn’t stop you from feeling the tension building in the air as his eyes rested on yours; you hear a soft purr mimicking a hum and you swallow sheepishly.

You divert your gaze from the tall solar automaton. He retracts his rays, making it easier to lay a provocative kiss where he teased your jaw just moments before, sending a tingling rouse down your neck as you grab onto him in reaction, clutching the book in your other hand.

Your eyes dart back to him and you feel your chest flush up. You note to check off the list for the performance protocol.

As if he read your thoughts, “so I suppose my performance is well and functional?~”

“Damn you and your rhetorical questions.” – “I’ll take that as a yes~”, he muses aloud with a sly chuckle.

Dancing and guiding you around the room to his heart's content and in time to the end of the song, stopping the track, you consign on the edge of your workbench. You quickly drop the handbook in absent mindedness when you bump up against the desk, supporting yourself on the ledge where Sun has led you, right in his grasp; his eyes set keenly on you, scanning your body ever so carefully.

“Sun-”

“Ah-”, he tuts with a smile, holding his index to your lips before you can challenge his intentions. Lost in a second of thought, you admit you enjoy the treatment from Sun, feeling a sort of guilty pleasure in the heat of the moment. The silence is deafening, enhancing the charged atmosphere of the room

He replaces his index with a thumb that pulls at your bottom lip, a shaky breath leaves you as the two of you watch each other. You can feel your heart race.

You both lean in for a kiss, nice and slow, he’s holding your lip still with his thumb, parting your lips slightly. The seconds stretch into forever as the distance closes between the two of you. You almost close your eyes when–

He stops.

“Wh-..”, you blink.

“Eager, are we?~”, the animatronic sun chirps with a taunting amusement. His finger traces itself down your chin, sliding to the jugular of your neck and a knot builds up before you can respond.

You part your lips, wanting to speak but you’re interrupted yet again as Sun surprises you with an amorous kiss. He holds you tightly by your nape, his fingers dig through your hair, lightly tugging, but soft enough not to pull. His gentle lips hold yours close to him as he supports you with a firm grip on your waist, dipping you once more as you shift your support onto your elbows.

One last time, you part your lips and he pulls away, bringing you up with him and your eyes lock, the flushed expression on your face gives him a sort of satisfaction seeing you this way, yet there’s a tenderness in his eyes.

You swallow, “I-.. I’ll check that off as a success.. then.”

He all but chuckles, wavering the energy into that of affection. “That’s good to hear.”

[thevoidsheep]

@smoljeanius hehehehe >:3c (This man will not leave my mind-)