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I finished that pic last night and it’s been sitting there in my drafts waiting for me to hit post the moment it hit midnight. The 14 hour wait was a true test of patience for me

#I am very much a Post As Soon As I Finish Drawing kind of person but. I had to wait until it was May 1 in Cloud’s timezone lmao #ooc #mobileblogging

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Aren't I hurting anyone? Perhaps it's time for me to tear apart For what it is I've been Denote my place within humanity Projecting by my will I've been amassing solid iron claws Ignore the rottenness My recitals will decay in a flash

Happy birthday @cloudbattrolls! my buddy, my pal, my partner in writing hilarious and occasionally deeply cursed crimes

here's your blender gremlin :]

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#raidiculous artings #guardian artifice #cloudbattrolls #i like the funny security system :] #kinda unintentionally gave it a new outfit cuz i forgot you drew a fullbody ref of the overalls until i went deeper in its tag #and by that point id already finished the lineart and was just. Ah shit. oh well i think these overalls are cute too #and the shoes were taken from its ref on its profile #also wanted to give a nod to some of its Blade Forms as well #so youve got the wings from the drabble w. gliese. the raptor-like tail. and of course The Claw #i was kinda going for a spiky look for the tail but was also thinking like. spine bones? w. the individual segment design #and also added some cables and wires to the wings for a more mechanical look #shading metal is simultaneously fun and hell on earth. i like just slapping shading and highlights next to one another #and when i first uploaded it it looked like tumblr completely killed the quality and i was legit about to cry LMAO #thankfully it looks like it fixed itself #but i hope u like it! i went all-out on this one #also fun fact that song is one i also associate with glas for the Vibe. but i think the nonsensical lyrics fit arty as well #i was also considering Between Two Worlds by Mili but it seemed too dramatic for my goofy lil chibi LMAO

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Bear of a Task

Doroch Chromh | Hoarfrost Cliffs

They hadn’t felt the cold in centuries, but Doroch would still swear there was some sort of ache settling into the shadowy mass that passed for their body.

Perhaps it was merely a flight of fancy, their yearning for troll form affecting their mind now that it was actually in reach.

However, they had to admit being flesh and blood would make their current goal a lot harder to achieve.

The dullahan crouched in the branches of a pine tree on the edge of a forest, surveying the frozen cliff below. If they’d had breath, it would have billowed out among the green needles to drip off them briefly before turning to ice.

The armband was here, and it was almost certainly being kept by one of those overgrown balls of fur lumbering around below in the miles of land that comprised the Hoarfrost Cliffs. 

Aralin had warned them about the bears, and for once, they hadn’t scoffed; though cold couldn’t hurt them and they were undead, the magic in the creatures’ elemental abilities could still do some damage. 

A gust of freezing air whistled through the green needles, tossing their branch around as they gritted their teeth in annoyance, false ears flicking. It wasn’t as if they had any true weight to hold it down; their cape and clothes were made from the same shadowy substance as their body. 

They looked at the sky, gauging the time; it would probably be better to do this with some moonlight, and they figured they had a few hours left of it before the sun started to rise. They had fae senses to help them in blinding light, but it would limit their physical sight, being a thing of darkness. 

Bright enough rays shone right through them, as if they simply weren’t there. As if they made no impact on the world at all; no footsteps, no breath.

The dullahan closed their white eyes for a moment. Soon enough, they could live again.

They looked down at the bears again, considering how best to get the creatures away from their stashes - they’d narrowed the location down to one large den - for a considerable period of time. They didn’t know exactly where the band was yet; only that it was in that network of tunnels, likely buried deep in the earth.

Food might work. But first they’d have to get ahold of some. Or perhaps more valuables to catch their greedy eyes, though…the creature would certainly want to take it back to its den. Scratch that.

They could just make two bears - the one the den belonged to and and another brute - fight each other.

Doroch preferred that plan, on the grounds that it did some of the work for them and it weakened at least two potential enemies at once. It also meant they didn’t have to waste time scurrying about after anything else and potentially attract attention. They didn’t know how good these things’ senses were for detecting magical beings, even concealed ones. 

Hence sitting way up in this - a giant gust of wind blew, tossing them back and forth - tree.

All it would take was a little bit of trickery and some patience.

The dullahan descended, floating back down as their green cape - incorporeal as the rest of their body usually was - rippled up behind the fae. A crying shame no one was here to see it, the effect was quite good, if they said so themself.

Now, they had to make sure they crept up on the things…

Doroch melted into pure shadow, a dark stain slithering around the forest floor, clinging to the dark spaces under tree branches as it avoided the light.

The beams didn’t hurt, but in this state, if they were caught without anything nearby to cast shade…the consequences would be dire.

They slipped near a solitary bear, pawing around the burrow of some smaller animal hoping for food. 

They covered the burrow entrance in darkness; the bear squinted and huffed, its ears twitching in irritation. It backed up a few steps.

Doroch tugged at the shadows at the corner of its vision, making it swing its head back and forth, hinting and teasing at the shape of prey. A pity they couldn’t add in the scent of something; that would really get these brutes’ attention.

They brought down a small but focused veil of darkness over this part of the forest as well, giving the creature another incentive to move on, as it grumbled and growled. 

They baited it toward their second target, creating shadowy illusions to keep it on the right track, even hauling a half-decayed pika carcass they found to lead it on as one would with a carrot to a donkey; what a stroke of luck! 

They so missed being able to reanimate corpses, but this was almost as good.

Now, time to get the other one to cooperate.

The other bear was decidedly less cooperative, not responding to Doroch’s attempts to get it away from the rough tree bark it was rubbing up against to scratch an itch on its side, but once the other beast got close enough it sniffed the air and became still, small dark eyes narrowing as hostility welled up in them.

It growled, detecting an intruder in its territory, and began lumbering in that direction.

Oh, speed up, will you? Thought the dullahan.

But there was nothing for it; they had to wait for the two to cross paths, ensure they did, and then skip off to the lair. 

The dullahan spent a very boring ten minutes or so counting icicles on the pine and birch trees as they waited for the two animals to get within sight of each other.

There was a brief, tense pause as the two massive ursines stared each other down, about forty feet apart. Then they both reared up on their hind legs, but did not charge.

Doroch groaned. What would it take for these stupid creatures to get on with it? 

Wait. The pika corpse!

They’d shoved it in their own shadows to conceal it, and now they took it out again and hurled it to land evenly on the snowy ground between the two bears.

Doroch didn’t stick around as the animals finally went at each other, grinning in satisfaction as they turned into shadow again and wove through the darkness to get to the lair they needed.

The dullahan stood at the entrance, false ears twitching. Yes, this was it. They could sense the bracer…as well as a few other magical signatures. 

This might take some time.

They glided down, down into the deep burrow, the tunnels of the den extending longer and further underground than they had thought they might. 

They passed treasures of metals and gems, but not the one they were looking for; if they had been alive they would have taken some, but what good were precious things to them now? They couldn’t buy anything they could keep, or use.

No, best keep going into this dark, dank place that reeked of bear. They could have chosen to shut the scent out, but one never knew when smell might come in handy, and it was less of a distraction than it would be if they were alive.

They wandered along, listening, sending out the darkness as best they could, growing closer to their -

Small snufflings and whines came from not far away. Little warm bodies licking and tumbling over each other, their breath damp and carrying the same scent clinging to the rest of the burrow. 

Oh bugger.

They heard a distant roar.

Doroch ran - well, not really, but they picked up the pace, not that they’d been dragging their metaphorical feet. They did the shadowy equivalent of sprint onward, accidentally slid past their goal, and then went back, the magical signature finally pulsing so strongly it was like a beating drum in their false head.

Cubs! Of course there were cubs. 

Hopefully it wouldn’t matter - aha!

The glint of the bracer caught their eye. Barely there, nearly indistinguishable from the other items it was nestled against in the rock in a physical sense…but it shone with power.

Doroch paused. It wouldn’t be trapped, would it? Surely Aralin would have told them…

Then again, she might not.

They heard another, closer roar, and decided to grab the thing, shove it in a shadow, and safely dissolve into one themself -

- snuffling. Scraping. Cold, freezing magic slowing them down…

Oh these stupid beasts.

Doroch knew there was nothing for it. The thing’s aura was too strong and it had just caught them at its edge, slowing them to a glacial - ha - pace.

They gritted their shadowy teeth and knew the only way out was through, and the only way through was past a shaggy irate lump and its magically icy abilities.

The dullahan, thankfully, had picked up a trick or two from the other supernatural creatures they’d associated with since being made a fae, and they prayed like hell that one of those tricks would work now.

Rising out of the shadows, the undead shrieked almost as loudly as a banshee might, hard enough to hurt even a throat made of darkness.

Bears don’t feel fear. Or if they do, it’s not like sapient beings do; for them fear is always accompanied by an overpowering rage. They know damn well that even if they can’t win, they can fight, and they’re not about to let anyone forget it. 

Doroch might’ve respected that had they not just been a hair’s breadth from icy, ravaging claws as the bear lashed out, stunned and clumsy but still with oh so much reach as it nearly took their false head as they fled back up through the den.

Throat burning, body freezing, the dullahan was more than happy to see moonlight again and flew up a tree once more, pausing to gather their energy again.

“Aralin.” They muttered when they could finally speak again.

“You better appreciate this.”

The wind rustled the pines’ needles, giving the undead no reply.

#sometimes the things you need to do to help a friend can be… unbearable #ba dum tiss #I like doroch’s powers tho. very neat #and them commenting about how it was disappointing that no one got to see their Cool Descent With Cape Billowyness made me laugh #it’s ok I pictured it in my head and it was cool #good lit thats some good lit right there #mobileblogging

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Cons of being in the office when co-workers are around: can’t say ‘are you fucking kidding me’ out loud when I get an email back from my boss telling me to fix up a bunch of file names because I capitalized some words and she wants them all in lower case

#yeah it only takes like a second to fix but god fucking forbid she does it herself #and also our files aren’t case sensitive nor does our style guide tell us what needs to be capitalized and what doesn’t #ooc #workblogging #mobileblogging

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Can’t answer the Mass Anon Asks until I get home from work, but I appreciate having oc things to think about all day like man what would my characters’ favourite subjects at school be

#I did have a full high school au going on with my trolls when I was also in high school #and now that I’ve been out of high school for well over a decade I’m like. wait what the fuck is a school subject #ooc #mobileblogging

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#ic interest #katrin rissah #i forgot my queue tag

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people pleasers trying to establish boundaries be like

#ic interest #eichio maccau #LMAO #ei if he ever meets gliese again: i dont like that you killed my lusus :( #i forgot my queue tag

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#ic interest #glasya elliss #i forgot my queue tag

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Kuusek, Akiote, and Lathti, three of Jikiro’s lowblood staff.

Kuusek keeps the Takami estate free of malevolent ghosts, Akiote gardens, and Lathti is a house worker for Kana.

#i like these guys :) #akiote my friend and also long-suffering friend of eichio. godspeed #im a fan of these trolls

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lusien if you could make and/or abolish one law right now what would it be?

"I'm not sure. I ðon't think about that much."

"The town ðoes well without heavy Imperial influence, so. Altering the laws is not necessary for us. But, I think others shoulð be alloweð the same freeðom we have. Without the circumstances that surrounðs Vernrot Harbour."

#asks #anonymous #lusien avalon #ty! i can finally answer this since im home lmao #but yeah. vernrot is a fairly lax town when it comes to Imperial laws because of The Horrors #aka eldritch influence tends to fuck w. most Imperial threats and drive them away to protect the town

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you're going about your normal day when, suddenly, surprise! you've been pokémon mystery dungeon'd!

unfortunately, due to budget cuts, the pokémon assigning quiz has been canceled. instead, you must spin THE WHEEL, assigning you a random, unevolved, non-legendary and non-mythical pokémon. you must now go on some sort of world-saving adventure as this pokémon. good luck!

tell me in the tags what you rolled, and how you feel about it - for bonus points, you can spin the wheel again for (or just take your pick of) a pokémon to be your partner.

bonus rules:

you're not shiny unless the wheel tells you you're shiny

take your pick of regional forms and evolutions (for example, if you roll vulpix, it's up to you whether that means normal or alolan vulpix)

apply whatever logic you like with regards to gender

have fun and be yourself!

#buizel #yeah I can deal w that #ooc #mobileblogging

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This one is so cursed it straight-up did not show up on my dash. I’d call it divine intervention but god’s light does not shine around these parts

so i made two. here's the first one.

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#im laughing tho #these are amazing. im dying inside #velour #starstruck #mobileblogging

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Oh my fucking god

here's the other one that i'd consider slightly more cursed. i had to crop the last image so it wasn't putting a heart in the wrong spot. also upset i couldn't edit the text on this one

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#GOD. #I can’t watch w sound cuz im in the office rn but im screaming #it’s awful. it’s hilarious #velour #starstruck #I GUESS I’ll put it in the tag

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Ruh roh raggy

Sometimes you have to nerf characters in ways to reduce their Attractiveness Value. For example, Fleure is Dutch,

#oh no. not the consequences of my actions #ooc #mobileblogging

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Hello! This is the bulk ask anon. Sending here because I don't want to reveal my identity ;) i just picked a random inbox I know has a lot of reach, in the hopes this message will be passed on! I'm really grateful for everyone's overwhelming support on this silly little endeavor! It has done wonders for my ego. The first few questions were most definitely all me, but since this morning a couple copycats have shown up, and I couldn't be more thrilled! I just wanted to offer the list I've complied of ftc blogs as a resource! In the hopes of making sure nobody is left out. Most of these blogs were added with no real rhyme or reason as I saw them on my dash. If anyones missing, leave it in the document comments! [https://docs.google.com/document/d/17bgv0S46sGSKj5Oge6-1ApyhPRDJrIvk/edit?usp=sharing&ouid=117665068599676533733&rtpof=true&sd=true]

thanks everyone! And I love this community.

ANON WE LOVE YOU !!!!

ALSO YAYYY MY WISH CAME TRUE <333

I was totally expecting you to inspire other people to start doing it too, and I'm so excited to hear you did!!! You like. Singlehandedly went n strengthened the sense of community around here 🥹 anon our beloved

THANK U FOR THE LIST, THAT RULES !!!!

Edit: anon's link for easier clicking !

#bulk ask anon mvp of the community fr #thank u bulk ask anon

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#ic interest #velour #i forgot my queue tag

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will you take my gay ass to the botanical garden please.

#shipping stuffs #bluebirds #jamie has to spell it out to sharle sometimes #i forgot my queue tag