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veckel:

sorryimcolourblind:

veckel:

He groaned shaking his head. “Ugh, tell me ab*ut it. *ther highbl**ds are a pain in the ass. *ne guy I kn*w, he’s a g**d guy but I swear in a blink *f an eye he c*uld turn *n every*ne in the bay and start his *wn kingd*m… And Faevil… eh its a l*ng st*ry with him. Hah I even f*rget I’m a highbl**d myself… I hate using that w*rd th*ugh.” He blushed realizing he started rambling ” heh, s*rry ab*ut that.” he chuckled. 

“W|th Uther, he ca||s me a worth|ess p|ece of sh|t, p|ssve|ns, mustard eyes, anyth|ng you can th|nk of rea||y. 6ut for how much he says he hates me and that |’m not worth h|s t|me,|t sure fock|ng doesn’t stop h|m from show|ng up at my h|ve and pry|ng |nto my 6us|ness that he c|a|ms he doesn’t g|ve a shet a6out.”

Your face twisted into an unimpressed look. That guy was an asshole.

“Rude much, hell compared t* him, Faevil s*unds like a gentleman.” he giggled at Veckel’s expression and hugged the plush tighter. ” y*u kn*w, s*me pe*ple act like that when they like s*me*ne and cant express themselves right. I’ve seen it in my friends.” 

”| th|nk he |s fu||y capa6|e of express|ng h|mse|f as the ossw|pe he |s.” You retort with a matter of fact tone before laughing.

”| ta|ked w|th h|s mo|ra|| one t|me and he actua||y threatened me. He’s r|d|cu|ous.”

"Geeze, h*w d* y*u deal with him?" he smiled shaking his head at the description of him. "I’d make sure s*me *ne like him c*uldn’t b*ther me." 

veckel:

He groaned shaking his head. “Ugh, tell me ab*ut it. *ther highbl**ds are a pain in the ass. *ne guy I kn*w, he’s a g**d guy but I swear in a blink *f an eye he c*uld turn *n every*ne in the bay and start his *wn kingd*m… And Faevil… eh its a l*ng st*ry with him. Hah I even f*rget I’m a highbl**d myself… I hate using that w*rd th*ugh.” He blushed realizing he started rambling ” heh, s*rry ab*ut that.” he chuckled. 

“W|th Uther, he ca||s me a worth|ess p|ece of sh|t, p|ssve|ns, mustard eyes, anyth|ng you can th|nk of rea||y. 6ut for how much he says he hates me and that |’m not worth h|s t|me,|t sure fock|ng doesn’t stop h|m from show|ng up at my h|ve and pry|ng |nto my 6us|ness that he c|a|ms he doesn’t g|ve a shet a6out.”

Your face twisted into an unimpressed look. That guy was an asshole.

"Rude much, hell compared t* him, Faevil s*unds like a gentleman." he giggled at Veckel’s expression and hugged the plush tighter. " y*u kn*w, s*me pe*ple act like that when they like s*me*ne and cant express themselves right. I’ve seen it in my friends." 

valeofrepose:

COMMISSIONS! 
 

I really need to do some commissions Partly because I want to pitch in for the homestuck game, but also because I need to prove to my dads that I can make some money with them.

I’ve changed things to be simpler so here it goes. 

Something Like the the top three pictures is $5 
Something like the bottom three is $10
Also I’ll do reference sheets for $20 which include a front + back fullbody, 3-5 headshots/busts, details and information.

Message me if you’re interested, and If you have any questions please feel free to ask. 

Please, I really want to help with the kickstarter and prove to my parents I can make money.  

Please!  

Comparing Things With Fiscus And Rekino

Peircings/tattoos/ Hair

Fiscus: Has eyebrow piercings, spacers and a bunch on his tongue, as for tattoos he has one of his symbol on his hip. He was born with white hair but dyed it. He keeps most of it long with one part on the side cut down short. 

Rekino: Has, nose, angelbites, a few ear peircings and whatever that peircing is under his lip. He also has multiple tattoos. Rek keeps his hair pretty short, but over an inch. He was born with white bangs, which he got from the same mutation fiscus has. 


Food/ Cooking

Fiscus: is pretty good at cooking and enjoys it. HE mostly uses his skills making booze and other drinks. He’s never eaten a lot and after his first death stopped eating most of the time. He’s also a vegetarian but tries to hide it. 

Rekino: Can’t cook for shit but loves eating. if he’s near someone he knows can cook he’ll )) demand nourishment (( because he doesn’t eat otherwise. 

Habits/ personality traits/ attitudes: 

Fiscus: booze. lots of it.  He doesn’t get mad easy, and is actually normally really chill with things. only gets frustrated when he gets head aches.. uhh what else. uhh. Frig oh he tends to swear a lot. 

Rekino: plays with piercings a lot. hot-headed, doesn’t swear too much instead he uses stupid words. barely ever chills. Steals things 

Clothing: 
Fiscus: prefers to dress with colour, like his pink jacket, and teal pants. makes a lot of his own accessories and clothing. prefers to be comfortable but still likes to let out his inner fashion freak. 

Rekino: Doesn’t own a single belt but owns a lot of baggy pants. owns a tank top in every colour, and has too many black ones. Barely any of them fit him, they’re always too short because he never reads labels. he has one red jacket that he will never let it get damaged. tends to steal accessories cus he finds them a waste of money if he has to buy it. 

Combat: 

Fiscus: uses whatever’s at hand, but uses scalpels and other knives for precise cuts and close combat. throws things. tends not to fight because he hates seeing blood. 

Rekino: loves fighting, has a collection of items that he steals and takes from won battles. He’s good at fist fights and likes them more than using weaponry 




drowsybutch:

sorryimcolourblind:

drowsybutch

“Yeah, my Nest is in the middle of nowhere, to be real honest. Not that many folks know where exactly where I live.” You push past a bush of ferns, ducking under tree branches and swerving past trees to walk into an open and grassy field. Your three buildings sit happily in the middle, a bonfire pit and a hammock tied up near the larger Shack.

“And yer exactly right, brother. Yer shit is science, mine is huntin’.” A smile automatically shows on your face as you take the first step onto the soft grass of your Nest.

moving your way out of the brush you’re taken back by the view of the area she lived in. “wow… you sure have a great place to hunt… that’s for sure.” Your eyes pan across the landscape as you take in all of the area. 

You huff, grinning happily. “Thanks, man. I fuckin’ love this place, it’s so open. I ain’t used to that.”

You wave him to follow you as you move towards your main building, passing your Hammock along the way. You reach down and scratch your meowbeast behind the ears as he lounges in the hammock. The large creature snorts at the pet, shifting in his position and going back to sleep. You move inside your Shack.

Fiscus smiled at the feline, following Elliot. “Before I settled into the graveyard I used to live in an oasis in the desert. It was a small village run by it’s own rules, and was just out of sight from other trolls. It was nice, but the tribe leader was a read brute.” he chuckled thing of the old man “he didn’t like me that one.” 

drowsybutch

“Yeah, my Nest is in the middle of nowhere, to be real honest. Not that many folks know where exactly where I live.” You push past a bush of ferns, ducking under tree branches and swerving past trees to walk into an open and grassy field. Your three buildings sit happily in the middle, a bonfire pit and a hammock tied up near the larger Shack.

“And yer exactly right, brother. Yer shit is science, mine is huntin’.” A smile automatically shows on your face as you take the first step onto the soft grass of your Nest.

moving your way out of the brush you’re taken back by the view of the area she lived in. “wow… you sure have a great place to hunt… that’s for sure.” Your eyes pan across the landscape as you take in all of the area. 

drowsybutch:

sorryimcolourblind:

drowsybutch:

sorryimcolourblind:

You think back at your younger years, when you were actually alive. “Never really had one in the sense that other’s do.” you fold the paper matching the creases perfectly, making sure they were sharp and flat. “but there was this one creature that lived near my hive and it would always bother me, and try to eat me but as I kept outsmarting it, we kinda bonded and helped each other out. So I guess you could say he was my lusus… Chimera tend to stay to themselves though. When I was revived I couldn’t find him, so who knows who got their hands on him.”

You keep your eyes on him as he tells his story, listening in and keeping your attention on him. You are momentarily appalled that a caretaker would try to eat their charge. Your head cocks to the side.

“Now brother, what exactly is a chimera?” You’ve never heard of that type of beast.

“Ah, They’re, uhh… Artificial creatures made through science-y stuff. They’re made from two or more creatures so like… Fluffball there could be paired with a feather beast, and their DNA could make the fluffiest pigeon in the world.” he smiled feeling proud to be into the subject “I draw a lot of possible combinations of chimeras, it’s fascinating to think about what science can make for the world. There are Billions of new animals to be made…” he paused, a slightly darker smile surfacing. “and just imagine, if they found a way for it to work on trolls, the advances they could give us… we can be stronger, faster, smarter…” he sighed heavily and happily. “oh.. dear, sorry I tend to start rambling about these things…”  

Artificial creatures? You’ve never of such a thing, how odd. It is very rare when you are glad that you are a troll who is unaware of the capabilities of troll science, it sounds far too advanced for your tastes.

Your head cocks to the side at his ramblings. Mixing beasts with trolls? But, we already are beasts. Ah, what do you know, all this science mumbo-jumbo is making your head hurt. “Ah, it’s alright, man. Yer excited about it, rantin’ about somethin’ you like is a good thing.” You move over a fallen tree. Your shack should not be far off now.

you smile, glad that she didn’t mind. You’ve met far too many people who would complain as soon as you even mentioned science. “hehe, some people have said that I’m obsessed. but we’ve all got that one thing we commit ourselves to…” looking around he realized that he lost track of the surroundings and didn’t recognize the place. “huh… I don’t think I’ve been this way before…” 

drowsybutch:

sorryimcolourblind:

You think back at your younger years, when you were actually alive. “Never really had one in the sense that other’s do.” you fold the paper matching the creases perfectly, making sure they were sharp and flat. “but there was this one creature that lived near my hive and it would always bother me, and try to eat me but as I kept outsmarting it, we kinda bonded and helped each other out. So I guess you could say he was my lusus… Chimera tend to stay to themselves though. When I was revived I couldn’t find him, so who knows who got their hands on him.”

You keep your eyes on him as he tells his story, listening in and keeping your attention on him. You are momentarily appalled that a caretaker would try to eat their charge. Your head cocks to the side.

“Now brother, what exactly is a chimera?” You’ve never heard of that type of beast.

"Ah, They’re, uhh… Artificial creatures made through science-y stuff. They’re made from two or more creatures so like… Fluffball there could be paired with a feather beast, and their DNA could make the fluffiest pigeon in the world." he smiled feeling proud to be into the subject "I draw a lot of possible combinations of chimeras, it’s fascinating to think about what science can make for the world. There are Billions of new animals to be made…" he paused, a slightly darker smile surfacing. "and just imagine, if they found a way for it to work on trolls, the advances they could give us… we can be stronger, faster, smarter…" he sighed heavily and happily. "oh.. dear, sorry I tend to start rambling about these things…"  

drowsybutch:

sorryimcolourblind:

“as I can see. Don’t worry, I’ve got my things that get me like that. Well… In a sense.” Following with her he smiled thinking of some of his past times that might not fit well with her. “Recently a lot of large beasts have appeared near my hive, but I can handle myself with them… it’s just the lil guy i’m worried about” he took out a piece of paper unfolding it. On it were several rough sketches of creatures, many looking Egyptian, other looking like they jumped right out of some fairy tale book. “only one I can trust because it’s the lusus of a friend, but she still would chomp down a small rodent.” 

You slow your walk to take a peek at the drawings, tilting your head as you study them. You nostrils flare as you huff, feeling defensive of the tiny creature.

“That’s shitty, man. What about yer lusus, man?”

You think back at your younger years, when you were actually alive. “Never really had one in the sense that other’s do.” you fold the paper matching the creases perfectly, making sure they were sharp and flat. “but there was this one creature that lived near my hive and it would always bother me, and try to eat me but as I kept outsmarting it, we kinda bonded and helped each other out. So I guess you could say he was my lusus… Chimera tend to stay to themselves though. When I was revived I couldn’t find him, so who knows who got their hands on him.”

drowsybutch:

sorryimcolourblind:

drowsybutch:

sorryimcolourblind:

His smirk widens and he chuckled to himself. “nothin’, but he seems to really like you, wanna hold onto him?” he stuffed his hands into his pockets glad his body wasn’t able to blush. 

Hold onto him? Your eyes flick from Fiscus, to the small creature in your palms, then back to Fiscus and back to the creature. A toothy smile grows on your face, and you hold up your hands to your shoulder, letting the creature crawl and sit there, reaching up to scritch under it’s chin with a happy huff.

The hamster sat comfortably on her shoulder, enjoying the petting under it’s chin. Fiscus sighed happily knowing that them bonding was a good thing and if it came to it, he’d be safer in her hands than his. 

You grin at the creature, momentarily shaking yourself out of your fluffy stupor and clearing your throat. You grin stupidly, starting to walk again.

“Ah, sorry ‘bout that. I have a…. weakness fer beasts.”

"as I can see. Don’t worry, I’ve got my things that get me like that. Well… In a sense." Following with her he smiled thinking of some of his past times that might not fit well with her. "Recently a lot of large beasts have appeared near my hive, but I can handle myself with them… it’s just the lil guy i’m worried about" he took out a piece of paper unfolding it. On it were several rough sketches of creatures, many looking Egyptian, other looking like they jumped right out of some fairy tale book. "only one I can trust because it’s the lusus of a friend, but she still would chomp down a small rodent." 

drowsybutch:

sorryimcolourblind:

His smirk widens and he chuckled to himself. “nothin’, but he seems to really like you, wanna hold onto him?” he stuffed his hands into his pockets glad his body wasn’t able to blush. 

Hold onto him? Your eyes flick from Fiscus, to the small creature in your palms, then back to Fiscus and back to the creature. A toothy smile grows on your face, and you hold up your hands to your shoulder, letting the creature crawl and sit there, reaching up to scritch under it’s chin with a happy huff.

The hamster sat comfortably on her shoulder, enjoying the petting under it’s chin. Fiscus sighed happily knowing that them bonding was a good thing and if it came to it, he’d be safer in her hands than his. 

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