forgot a watermark the first time and had to figure out how to make the gif decent quality! but here's my new pfp ^^ my TOH sona has basically become my main sona. im a witch now ✨
i haven't animated in sooooo long... hope yall like this ^^
also had to fight it for the quality to be decent. high quality video version below the cut v
Hey can I ask how did your archivists react to the collector coming back? Like were they mad, annoyed or something like that? Or the very rare possibility…happy that he is back (though I doubt it)
Yeah sure! (OML I hadn't answered this question in two months my apologies; I had lost motivation to draw my archivist fellas for a while ToT)
Here is my interpretation of them brought together again
The Collector isn't too happy to see them either after 500 years of isolation but he still makes the effort to say hello before leaving essentially saying fuck you to his siblings
SHES BACK!!!! Aurora is my collector oc that i made after the reveal of the collector and I've rekindled my love for her after some redesign doodles. Close-up under the cut.
Gravesfield’s local cryptid kid. Frequently terrorizes one Mr Hopkins-
-This is Madrid Noceda! He’s Vee and Masha’s kid.
-He lives in the Human Realm with his parents. When visiting the Demon Realm he typically stays with his Tía Luz and Tía Amity.
-She’s the oldest out of the Noceda cousins and is ready to throw hands with anyone who bugs her lil cousins.
-He/She, demigender, Aromantic Pansexual
-Her palisman is a leech. Their name is Billie! They give everyone in the Noceda-Clawthorne brood the creeps.. (they’re really an absolute sweetheart)
-Apart of the Demon-Human Realm Exchange Program. He live with his parents when at human school and stays over at Luz and Amity’s while at Hexside. He’s in the abomination, plant, and illusion tracks.
-She’s able to shapeshift like Vee! Prefers to stay in her more humanoid-form though (she’s more than capable of hiding that tail she just chooses not to-)
-No real idea on what she wants to do with her life. It’s really starting to bug her that she doesn’t have a direction…
-Enjoys gardening with his Mama and Abuela Camila!
-Naturally has blue hair (like Vee in her basilisk form), she frequently dyes it various, mainly in red (Masha always helps her out otherwise dear Titan the mess-)
The basket she carried in the crook of her arm dropped to the grass. She stood there. Paralyzed by the sight.
All the soil surrounding a hole in the earth where an empty coffin, marked by its years under the earth, faced her. The glass vase with a candle inside she had put up was nothing but shambles and crumbs. The flowers that had grown over the time destroyed.
The tombstone was tilted. Everything was ruined. And she couldn't do or say anything. Time had frozen.
Her body began to shiver. Every breath became heavier the longer she stared at what once was her husband's grave. Not even Robyn's worried "Mama?" could bring her to move her eyes from the chaos.
It did snap her back to the moment and she knew she couldn't keep Robyn here.
"Go back with Opal, sprout. I'll be right behind you.", she said, her voice just above a whisper.
"Mama-"
"GO. BACK.", Catherine snapped.
Robyn flinched upon the tone his mother used. He was only a child but he was not blind. His father's dug up grave and empty coffin horrified him just as much as he could see it horrified his mother. He stared at her, hoping she'd turn her face to look at him but Catherine was like a lifeless statue. The only sign of movement was her shoulders and hands tensing and the the tears pricking at her eyes.
Opal began pulling at Robyn's loose strand of hair to get him to move away from this view of horror.
He obliged but only hesitantly. He didn't want to leave his mother's side. Not in a moment like this. He hated seeing Mama sad and in pain. Not that Catherine let Robyn see her vulnerable side often. She puts on smiles for him and hopes he will not notice how broken she actually is. But Robyn knew. He knew Mama was just playing a game of pretend but he didn't want her to continue it. He didn't want her to bury her emotions in front of him, yet he couldn't let her know that.
"Opal, wait!", he called out for the dove, "we can't go too far ahead."
Robyn turns to look at his mother, who still stood at the same place in front of the grave.
"We should wait for Mama."
Catherine's legs couldn't hold her any longer at this point. She broke down to the soil and let her emotions flow. She yelped in the agony of having lost Caleb a second time. Tears streamed down her face as her thoughts raced. She had finally learned to live with her beloved gone and she had finally moved on. The stinging pain she used to feel when thinking of Caleb and the imagery of his final moments had been something she healed from. Now that healing progress was crumbled into nothing. The terrible pain and heartache, the pictures.... everything was back.
Catherine clenched the grass beneath her in anger as she realized just who is responsible for her misery.
There was no other person who possibly would have a motive. No other person would ruin and take away a place so sacred to her AND to Robyn...
Robyn...
This place was the only place he felt close to his father. It was the only place where he felt a connection to Caleb.
The fact that it was taken from him, for most probably selfish reasons, only made her angrier.
She wasn't one to curse people...
She gazed up at the tilted tombstone with her husband's name on it...
She wasn't one to curse people but this was the last straw.
Philip would pay for this. Whether he could or not. He will.