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tw: theft, body horror, facial disfigurement

Hee hoo I got your nose!🫰👃

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Here Did War No Longer Wish to Watch

I have once again clawed my way out of the depths of hell to bring you all another random AU no one asked for for a game no one knew I liked. More below the cut cuz ✨Gore✨

I present, the Purple Crown AU! AKA what I think was going on in the Goat’s home universe (I’m calling him Goatholemew fight me.)

The Goat

Of course, Goatholemew takes the role of our beloved sacrificial lamb goat. He’s the last of his kind, the sole survivor of the genocide performed by the Bishops of the Old Faith in an attempt to render an old prophecy unfulfillable.

Unfortunately for the Bishops, War is Always Watching. Beaten bloody, driven to desperation, Goatholemew was able to connect to the lingering presence of The One Who Watches when knocked unconscious. They granted him the strength to seek vengeance, with certain stipulations, of course.

The One Who Watches

In this AU, Shamura grew discontent with their role as Bishop of War. They grew wary of watching, waiting for conflict to arise. Death, Chaos, Famine and Disease all seemed to occur at their leisure, but War was the doing of those who sought it. War was planned, premeditated and, in Shamura’s eyes, predictable. They sought knowledge to expand their domain.

This discovery soon began to threaten the realms of the other Bishops. When words failed to sooth the God of War, their siblings turned to drastic measures. Each sacrificed a piece of themself, in turn sealing away a piece of Shamura and sealing their consciousness into the realm of the unwaking.

It was said, one say, Shamura would be released by one with horns like sickles and fur like muddied ichor—a Goat in search of vengeance. Despite the Bishops’ best efforts, they couldn’t thwart fate.

Narinder

Narinder takes Leshy’s place as the youngest of the Bishops. He’s fool hardy and somewhat naive, ruling over his realm, Stillgrave, with zealous confidence. Narinder sacrificed his eyes to imprison Shamura, their Arms sealed deep within his temple.

In Stillgrave, the lines between life and death blur. Spirits walk among the living, all under Narinder’s watchful crown. Though strong as any god ought to be, it was Narinder’s hubris that led him to fall to the Goat’s blade.

Leshy

Leshy adopts Heket’s role as the most assertive of the Bishops, though he remains in dominion of Darkwood. Leshy sacrificed his throat and jaw to defeat Shamura, and with it much of his ability to speak, though thankfully he can communicate through his Crown when needed. He guards Shamura’s legs.

Though saddened by Narinder’s defeat, Leshy was no less willing to strike the Goat down for their blasphemy. Unfortunately, they too fell, yet another fallen Crown in their wake.

Heket

After witnessing the defeat of her brothers, Heket takes on Kalamar’s former place as the coward of the Bishops. Having gouged out her ears in order to seal away Shamura, rending her all but deaf to the reassurances of her siblings, Heket is tasked with guarding Shamura’s body.

Though the creatures of Anura are as ravenous as ever, and Heket still attempts to hobble the Goat through famine, she quickly finds herself resorting to pleas for mercy in the face of conflict. The Goat, however, seems deaf as she as they strike her down.

Kalamar

Kalamar is the eldest of the Bishops here, formerly the guiding hand of his siblings before the sacrifice of his skull fractured his psyche. Hidden deep within the trenches of Anchordeep, Kalamar guards Shamura’s still-beating heart.

His lucidity is questionable, though he’s present enough to understand the gravity of the situation when The Goat arrives at his temple. In spite of his best efforts, however, the Goat strikes him down, gathering the last piece needed to free Shamura.

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MASSIVE GORE WARNING!

Sooo ya know how Ollie is like “There used to be 8 of them, but now it’s just CatNap”

And DogDay is like “I’m the last of the Smiling Critters”

I was thinking “Well, what the hell happened to the others?” I decided that “CatNap killed them all” was Too Boring, so I made up my own explanations!

You can find all the gory details in my A03 fic ‘No More Smiles’, but in the mean time enjoy my drawings!

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Chat and Claw Blanc are rotting my brain, it's a problem. The sketch isn't colored, but they're Blanc I promise lol Two traumatized kitties, no one in Paris to talk to but eachother. It's only marginally healthier than talking to petrified corpses. Maybe they'll stumble into a recovery arc, maybe they'll just make eachother worse, who knows.

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What happens when you take Evil Chat #1 (Chat Blanc) and mix him with Evil Chat #2 (Claw Noir)? You get Claw Blanc! He is very very not okay.

The story so far (Content Warning: Attempted Suicide)

During one of Claw Noir and Shadybugs’ arguments, Betterfly attempts to intervene. He sends a Kamiko in the hopes of calming at least one of them down enough to talk. Shadybug notices the Kamiko and shoved Claw Noir in the way. Claw, reacting too slow to Cataclysm the butterfly, is Kamikotized into Claw Blanc and given the power of Hindsight to see the error of his ways.

Unfortunately, as Betterfly attempts to talk to Claw Blanc, he manages only to send him into a crisis of identity. Shadybug and Betterfly can hardly get a word in before Claw Blanc flees. Claw spends the next few days in hiding, the Kamiko stopping him from transforming back and plaguing him with horrible clarity. He’s haunted by flashes of everything he’s done, everyone he’s hurt, with and without his Miraculous. Everything he’s done in the name of The Supreme—everything he’s done in the name of his own amusement. Every innocent civilian he’d scared back into like, every Kamikotized hero he’d beaten to a pump.

For nearly a week, Shadybug searches for Claw in an attempt to bring him to his senses. After all, as much as she loathed to admit it, he was useful.

For nearly a week, Betterfly spends his nights searching for Claw in order to speak with him—meanwhile Gabriel’s days are consumed seeking his absent son.

Both find what they’re looking for at the foot of the Eiffel Tower. Claw Blanc looks terrible. He looks exhausted. His cheeks are streaked with the drying wake of fallen tears. Had his eyes not already been red, they’d have been bloodshot. His hair was messy—not in the intentional, chaotic fashion he usually kept it, but in a way achieved only by neglect and nights spend in and out of sparse, fitful sleep.

Betterfly steps forward, opening his mouth to speak, before Claw Blanc cuts him off.

He was right all along. All the innocents hurt, all the little glimmers of light stomped out, Betterfly had been right all along. Shadybug and Claw Noir weren’t helping anyone. They weren’t even helping themselves. All they were was The Supreme’s personal militia, stalking the streets like pests. Claw Blanc thought back to the look on Plagg’s face every time he detransformed; horrified yet acceptant. Even the Kwami knew this was all wrong.

Shadybug and Betterfly both tried to interject to little avail, they conflicting arguments white noise to Claw. He raised his hand skywards, focusing his power into his palm. An ever present pain roared through his nerves, the decay comforting in some morbid way. He couldn’t help but wonder if Shadybug felt that same pain. Karma for all they’d done—all they’d hurt. He muttered a half-hearted apology as the destructive energy condensed into a tangible sphere. He wouldn’t hurt anyone anymore. He closed his eyes.

Cataclysm.

Pain seared in his chest, causing him to fall to his knees as his nerves screamed in agonizing harmony. For a moment, Claw wondered if this is how every hero he’d used his power on felt. Every out-of-line civilian. For a moment Claw knew nothing but white-hot pain. He heard Shadybug and Betterfly crying out for him.

As soon as it came, it was gone. The burning stopped. Claw Blanc was still for a long moment before opening his eyes again. He stared down, where his hand sat pressed against his chest. Had something gone wrong? Slowly he looked up, eyes widening at the scene before him. He stood in a charred crater, starting down two statues. One held her arms over her face as if to defend herself from some attacker, the other reached forward, offering an undeserved hand to his most bitter enemy. The ambiance of Paris was gone. No people chattered. No birds sang. No pestilent bugs nagged him for his apathy. There was nothing.

In his attempt to stop himself from hurting anyone, Claw Blanc realized, he had destroyed everyone.

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Burn, Butcher, Burn!

After 5 long days and a LOT of fighting with my laptop, I present my Hollow Knight animatic; Burn, Butcher, Burn!

This is based on my headcanon backstory for The Radiance and The Grimm Troupe, which I'll put below for your reading pleasure.

Warning: Mentions of murder and death

also It's long.

A long, long time ago, there lived two twin moths; Snowy and Smokey.

Snowy and Smokey were the first of their kind. Whether a result of a strange mutation or some kind of hybrid, no one knows. In the forest the two lived in, bugs tended to stick to their own. You would be hard-pressed to find any creature interacting with anyone but their own kin. Of course, Snowy and Smokey had no kin, aside from eachother.

So, the two decided that, if they didn't belong anywhere, they'd simply belong everywhere.

Snowy and Smokey made it a point to help any bug they came across, regardless of species. From Butterflies to Mantids, they opened their wings to anyone and everyone. Slowly but surely, they built a reputation as the kindest creatures in the forest. If you had a problem, you could go to Snowy and Smokey and they would do their damndest to help you. Some insisted they were kind to a fault, but they weren't dissuaded. Even through hardship and struggle, they never turned their backs on anyone.

It was on one fateful night that the moths' world changed forever. The two had been resting on a tree branch, Snowy watching the stars while Smokey dozed. For a moment, the starry sky seemed to ripple, the stars flickering. Excited and curious, Snowy shook Smokey awake, and the two went to investigate the disturbance.

In an instant, they found the forest gone. Instead, they stood on a polished stone platform, overlooking a sea of moonlit clouds. Above them, the starry sky seemed to stretch forever. The two were stunned for a long moment before something rose from the clouds. A Wyrm, decorated with feathers and longer than either moth could see. The Wyrm coiled around the platform and lowered its head to speak to the awestruck moths.

It introduced itself as The Feathered Wyrm, higher being of dreams, and explained why it had brought the moths into its realm. The Wyrm was dying. It wasn't sure how long it had left, but it knew its days were numbered. When the Wyrm died, its domain, the realm of dreams, would die with it. Snowy and Smokey, still startled by the situation, asked how they could help. The Wyrm asked that they take its place as the gods of dreams, maintaining it's realm and legacy after it passed.

The two agreed but explained they weren't sure how they were supposed to do that. The Wyrm reassured them that it was simple, really. It gathered up all its magic, and split it in half, giving one half to Smokey, and the other to Snowy. The Wyrm sunk back into the clouds, and to this day you can see its remains in the Dream Realm.

And thus was born The Radiance and The Shade.

One of the first things the Radiance and Shade did was create the Moth Tribe, giving themselves the family they always wished they had. For a while, things were good. The fledgling gods learned their abilities and limits, and they cared for their new kin.

Until something went wrong.

The Radiance and Shade split their domain between day and night. The Radiance watched over the Moths during the day, and The Shade during the night.

The Moths were, largely, diurnal, staying awake during the day and sleeping during the night. Slowly, the Radiance grew jealous that the Moths seemed to prefer the Shade over her. This jealousy festered over time. The Radiance began to poison the Moths against the Shade, citing his role as god of Nightmares. Eventually, the majority of the Moths began to loathe The Shade, much to his confusion. Those who stayed loyal to him tried to warn him, but it was too little too late.

The Radiance gave her moths weapons that could cut through the Dream Realm, and together they attacked the Shade. They felled him and ripped out his heart, but gods are not so easily snuffed out.

With his failing strength, the Shade split the Dream Realm in two and merged his body with the newly created Nightmare Realm. The Moths who remained loyal to him followed. When The Shade created the small vessel now known as Nightmare King Grimm, those Moths became the first Grimmkin, and the only Grimmkin to hold the title of Nightmare.

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We’d leave,

And we’d laugh at the ghosts of our fears,

We were gods.

We were kids.

Lyrics from Battle Cries by The Amazing Devil

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Little Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet, eating her curds and whey…

I’ve been in a smidge of an Undertale kick, so I decided to doodle my favorite character, Muffet! I threw in some of my personal headcannons while I was at it.

She’s such a neat character to me, I wish she was more important—but hey, that’s what fanfiction’s for!

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I haven't posted here in forever and a day, but have some Lewis doodles. I'm rlly happy w/ how his 'living' head turned out, because I don't do face shapes often.

I might post more, I might not, who knows

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WHO WAS GONNA TELL ME VILEPLUME WAS AN ACTUAL FUCKING FLOWER

Sprites based on flowers that were suggested to me on twitter, drawn to celebrate that The Sprite and the Gardener will be released in a month! 🌻🌼🌷

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Tiso's worst fear realized; Falling off a Stag in the Stayways.

Ogrim: You’re under arrest for trying to ride a stag with four people on it.

Hornet: Dammit.

Ghost: :(

Myla: W-wait, did you say four?

Ogrim: Yes... why?

Cloth: TISO FELL OFF!!!!

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So vampires have super light-sensitive skin, which is why they burn in direct sunlight.

So

Given the moon reflects light from the sun, and vampires are so sensitive to the solar radiation

Could they get sunburnt just by the radiation reflected off the moon?

Could they get moonburnt?

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I have only one request;

Can someone please animate Steamboat Willy, but with Spinel?

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One time in Human Geography, while referring to Russia I blurted out

"Hippity Hoppity, Poland is now my property"

And I aim to have that sheer lack of anxiety again.

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Me, describing Todoroki's character arc to a friend while minimizing spoilers;

#2 Hero is a bad dad and husband. Shoto has quirk-disphoria. Deku makes the best mistake ever.

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Y'all ever realize you've lost an argument, and stopped trying to argue, but the other person is still trying to argue, and you're half tempted to keep arguing just to make them shut up?

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OP, may I suggest you change your URL? This joke was great. That's false advertising.

The maid asked her boss, the wife, for a raise, and the wife was upset.

The wife asked, “Now, Helen, why do you think you deserve a pay increase?”

Helen: “There are three reasons. The first is that I iron better than you.”

Wife: “Who said that?”

Helen: “Your husband.”

Wife: “Oh.”

Helen: “The second reason is that I am a better cook than you.”

Wife: “Who said that?”

Helen: “Your husband.”

Wife: “Oh.”

Helen: “The third reason is that I am better at sex than you.”

Wife: “Did my husband say that as well?”

Helen: “No, the gardener did.”

Wife: “So, how much do you want?”