#attmoz speaks

[attmoz-in-stage]

Water wubbox my beloved I love him a lot I wanna befriend him at all costs love him sm/p

[bear-cubs-art-things]

Thank you for informing to us, Bear. And also don't worry yourself for the art tutorials <:]

No problem 👍🏻 and believe me when I say I'm not stressing out at all :D I got all summer to do this shit XD

[melodiousmonsters]

You still here?

Well now I Am! But only occasional disconnected pieces, the big monstiary project seemed to have killed my drive for making msm art and it's partially come back to me. But I have been having a BAD past week, like, losing all my friends bad (btw I feel this is necessary sense one of the people I know has a tumblr, not saying who though, if anyone comes out with allegations about me, it was a phase I had between the ages of 10 to about 13-14, so at the least it was 2 years ago, and I got medicated since then). Also speaking of friends, if anyone wants to be friends I am open to it! Or if we were maybe reach out or something if you want to be im to anxious to bother people I haven't spoken to in a few months. Anyway expect doodles tomorrow, probably of Attmoz.

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Divine Influence Babeyy!! (Aka Celestial Fankids au thingy)

Finally, they're all finished!!!! Here are the Celestial Fankids I posted about a while ago, complete with a bit of lore and a few headcanons!! They're a little old, so bear with me a bit :']

General HCs:

- Despite being Celestials, because of their unique nature of having two elements, they have their own category name as well: Divines!! Which is what I'm gonna be referring to them as from now on lmao.

- Divines are born the same way their parents are; from the stars!! It takes 2 months for the Divines to be born (in total - their creation starts the first month and ends the second. For example, Seedlin, the Blassoom x Plixie fan child, took 8 months to hatch. Oof.) The first month functions as sort of the 'breeding' stage, and the second as the 'incubation' stage, producing a physical egg, just like normal monsters :]

- Speaking of the Constellations, in fact! The reason the Divines came to be in the first place is because, when each individual pair of Celestials grew close enough, their constellations fused, becoming a new one entirely! For example, instead of Ocean's Tears and Earthen Ellipse, we now have Murky Depths that appears for two months out of the year!

- With the lack of anything for the kids to do, and the giant pitfall a few hundred feet into the continent, obviously Starhenge wasn't exactly the best nursery for young monsterlings. In order to remedy this, the Celestials created Divine Island, a home in a sort of pocket dimension that would allow them to raise their kids in a safe, stimulating environment.

- Divine Island is only accessable to Celestials and Divines, but normal monsters can sit just outside of it in order to get the occupants' attention. They'd need to know where to go though, of course.

- The Cataclysm happened when the Divines were super young and unable to understand what was going on. They were locked inside of Divine Island for their own safety and left to fend for themselves until they were strong enough to leave, when they were young adults. Once they left they learned about what happened and became guardians and leaders to the monsters that were still around.

- also they don't know about Celestial Island or their parents being alive. Yet.

Pluchere, the Attmoz x Loodvigg fanchild:

- The eldest Divine, Pluchere was defaulted to leader because of his age.

- When he gets mad, he creates super dark storm clouds. No thunder or lightning or anything, just. Really dark clouds.

- He can travel through shadows!! As long as a shadow is as big or bigger than him area-wise, he can meld into it and hide and sneak through them. However, if the shadow disappears, like if the lights are turned on or something, he'll pop back out.

- He's got super stubby legs (guess which parent he got that from lmao), so he prefers to fly on clouds instead of walking. The only exception is in Divine Island bc he'll knock everything over.

- He's got a plush Tweedle that his parents gave him as a baby, and now he can't sleep without it - he even learned how to sew so he can keep it in good shape!!

- he's eepy. Often. Got it from Loodvigg, can't sleep well when he's supposed to, and is just constantly tired. Luckily, the dewlap around his neck functions as a built-in pillow!

- Because of his third eye, he's got kinda-sorta clairvoyance. He can see people's greatest regrets and worst memories (albeit they're kinda fuzzy) and can predict disasters!! He absolutely despises his powers because he's being bombarded with horrible things 24/7-

Condair, the Glaishur x Furnoss fanchild:

- he gets his name from a cloud of mist that follows him wherever he goes (which I never draw smh) - his fur is extremely cold, causing moisture to crystalize upon impact, and his skin is extremely hot, causing moisture to evaporate on impact, which makes it stick to his fur- you get the idea.

- Despite the info above, he can, for the most part, regulate his temperature!! For example, he can make himself cool enough to touch without burning anybody.

- After he left Divine Island for the first time, he learned about the Fire elementals and managed to save them far earlier than in canon by just. Diving headfirst into the Living Core and digging them a way out. Pros of being simultaneously the hottest and coldest being in the universe ig?

- Anger. Issues. He has a lot of abandonment issues because of his parents just straight up leaving him and the others behind, and he copes by getting mad and setting things on fire. Luckily the other Divines know how to help calm him down :']

- ironically HATES Boskus (Boskuses? Boski?? Idfk-), they just. Freak him tf out.

- yes, his fur is as soft as it looks, but unless he likes you or you are one of the other Divines, good luck trying to touch it.

- has a soft spot for kids, funnily enough. He can't bring himself to be mad at him the same way he gets mad at everything else.

Seedlin, the Blassoom x Plixie fanchild

- Uses his tail to grip onto things, or to balance himself in the air, kind of like a blubberfly!!

- hate hate HATES having to walk on the ground, it just feels. Bad™. Gotta be flying or he will cry.

- His glass skull doubles as a fully-functioning terrarium!!! There's a bunch of moss and other such greens in there, along with the centerpiece - a bright pink flower, just like his father's :]

- Loves sleeping in the sun!! Y'know, terrarium and all. He even has some lights above his bed!! How the hell does he sleep? No clue smh.

- speaking of which, he flies in his sleep! The others have to drag him down to the ground when he sleeps, or he'll end up not actually resting.

- Not only is he capable of controlling plants and plasma, he's able to combine his two elements and create these indestructible plasma plants!! They're bright pink and feel kinda gummy-ish?? Freaky, but neat!

- Speaking of which, he has a giant monster-eating (not really) flytrap made of that same stuff! His name's Audie and he's Seedlin's pet and best friend :]

..he also tends to try and eat anything that he can fit in his mouth, including the Divines (minus Seedlin, ofc). He's getting better tho dw

- as a kid, Seedlin really struggled to fly, because of a mix of tiny wings and big ol tail. It kept him in check for a while, and made him pretty easy to take care of for Blassoom and Plixie! Once he started flying tho.. Oh boy

Malik, the Syncopite x Scaratar fanchild:

- Despite only having one eye, Malik doesn't struggle with depth perception! How?? Idk man, monster magic.

- Also, don't worry!! The crystals growing out of his skin don't hurt at all, it's like growing fingernails or something along the lines.

- Malik can actually heal physical wounds with Good Vibes™! Y'know, healing crystals and all that-

- Be careful around his pincers?? Claws?? Whatever they are they're s h a r p, like literal glass.

- Wise™. He's the braincell of the group, and his cousin Pluchere's right-hand man. He usually helps him decipher his visions and figure out the best way to go about the impending disasters.

- the crystals that fall off his body often have similar healing abilities to himself, albeit to a much lesser extent, and are often given out as gifts. he doesn't mind it much.

- His wings (that you almost never see) are actually quite beautiful! their appearance mirrors that of stained glass, and when sunlight shines through them, is projects wonderful colors all over the room!

- Despite being so large and clunky, his claws are actually quite delicate and precise! He can perform the most intricate acts with ease.. Given they can be done with just four fingers.

Rivette, the Vhamp x Galvana fankid:

- Being the Celestial of Electricity (at least halfway), Rivette is, understandably, the most hyperactive of all of the Divines! She's constantly on the move, and can never sit still. She's also extremely prone to zoomies.

- Big!! Brain!!! An inventor just like her mother and father, she spends her time tinkering with whatever pieces of scrap she can find, usually accidentally creating weapons of mass destruction in the process.

- Speaking of which, she owns a staff that she wields on the regular! (I just forgot to draw it HSHS-) She actually welded it herself as a child (with the help of Condair) out of random pieces of scrap metal she found around Starhenge, and it works as kind of an outlet for her electric powers, doubling as a sort of lightning rod!

- she's. Very clumsy. Trips over a lot, rams headfirst into walls, ect ect. The fact that she has wheels built into her feet doesn't help much either. Dw, tho, she can put herself back together just fine!! ..But her torso might end up backwards sometimes.

- She's an older sister figure to the Wubboxes (because yes, technically THEY'RE the baby brothers), and an aunt to the Wublins! She'd die for each and every one of them.

- the weird. Collar. Thing around her neck is, of course, a part of her body! Rivette needs to be actively holding it down mentally, because its default position is sitting upright. Of course, as a baby, Rivette couldn't exactly do that, so it stayed up for a majority of her childhood until she figured it out. It's essentially second nature to her now, though!

Fossoil, the Hornacle x Torrt Fankid:

- The very definition of a gentle giant, Fossoil is HUGE, and strong enough to pick up rocks and hurl them across the monster world! However, he's learned to control his strength, and is one of the gentlest Divines.

- Because of his element of Earth, Fossoil's skin is extraordinarily tough, and is near impossible to pierce with even the sharpest blade. Which is strange, because he also has claws that are capable of cutting straight through diamond like it's butter.. Wonder which would win?

- Fossoil is an artist! And a very good one at that - he can draw, and paint, but his favorite form of art is pottery, and since he's able to essentially create infinite clay out of nothing, it's no wonder why he's a big fan. He usually gets Condair to fire them for him-

- He inherited Hornacle's balance and motor skills issues, causing him to just kinda.. start falling over for no apparent reason. Luckily, though, he's learned to balance himself before he hits the ground! His baby form, though? Not so much.

- One of his favorite past-times is just chilling in thermal vents at the bottom of the living ocean... Giant hot tubs,,,

- As a kid, Fossoil had little to no control over his thagomizer - he was like a baby Stogg!! So, in order to remedy this, Hornacle and Torrt.. Stuck corks at the end of his spikes. Brilliant idea, guys, well done.

- He's figured out a way to help Condair with his anger issues - play fighting! Whenever Condair starts getting frustrated and aggressive, the two will wrestle and fight until they're both tuckered out and Condair's vented out his rage. Because Fossoil is nearly indestructible and has excellent control over his own strength, there's a near zero percent chance of either of them getting hurt! So yeah, play fighting!! Best form of therapy :]

- He's also pretty much the only one that can hug Malik without getting hurt, because yk. Malik's covered in broken glass essentially and Fossoil's skin is impenetrable-

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And those are the kids!!!! AAAAA, I love them sm you have no idea HSHS-

Of course, There's more info about them bouncing around my singular braincell, but I'll get to that later lmao. I hope you love em as much as I do!! Tell me what y'all think :]

[h4zardousch3micals]

Performance of a lifetime • 5

First • Previous • Next

You know what

I'm tired and that makes me wanna be nice

Tee hee :3

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"You need to sort out your attitude." Fennec's words replayed over and over in Glaishur's head long after the Sox had left, "We're so close to the final performance, you only have a day left, and you're still not concentrating? Audrey would not be impressed."

Though it had been nothing more than a quiet whisper - Fennec's usual speaking volume - it still felt like a knife being pushed directly into the Cold Monster's heart. He was trying his best! Concentrating was just so difficult sometimes, why couldn't Fennec see that? Is focusing really that easy for everyone else? Maybe there's something wrong with him...

He lay on his back - staring at the red-yellow striped ceiling - for what felt like hours, mulling it over. Not even watching Galvana and Vhamp play some adorable game of pretend nearby could fully pry him away from his dejected thoughts, but it was a welcome distraction nonetheless.

"You good there, Glaish'?" A voice came from what appeared to be some kind of fort made of a blanket draped over some chairs, "You haven't moved for quite a while."

Glaishur flinched, but quickly calmed down when he realised who was speaking to him, "Oh, hey, 'Vigg. Yeah, I'm fine. What are you doing in— there?"

Loodvigg stuck their head out of the shadows and shrugged, "Honestly, I have no idea. Those two wanted me to be here for some game they're playing, and they get upset every time I try to leave."

"Oh. Pffft, kids, eh?" Glaishur joked, despite the fact that they were basically kids themselves.

"You can say that again."

Meanwhile, something in the two youngests' game seemed to change pace, and suddenly they were approaching the blanket fort as though they were expeditioners about to enter a dangerous cave. Vhamp took on the role of the more bold of the two - inching forward courageously - while Galvana trailed behind, holding up a (somewhat poorly made) cardboard star badge.

"Oh, I see where this is going..." Loodvigg chuckled, "Sherif Galvie and her trusty steed Vhamp were out wandering the desert when they encountered - A RUNAWAY TRAIN!"

He growled dramatically and flung himself forward; a blanket got caught on his skull and pushed his hair back into an awkward shape. Vhamp and Galvana squealed and bounced about like a pair of excited puppies. Loodvigg playfully roared and pretended to swipe at them - until the pair ganged up on him and bowled him to the ground.

Glaishur couldn't help but smile. Even if he still had a lot on his mind, seeing the normally bad-tempered Loodvigg stumble about with a stupid expression on his face was undeniably heartwarming.

"D'aww," Leyera commented as she wriggled past, a cardboard box gripped tightly in her tentacles.

Immediately, Loodvigg bolted upright and gently lowered the two kids to the ground. He folded his arms and huffed, trying and failing to seem disinterested, "Howdy, Leyera. I mean— Howdy, runaway train! Uh, I mean, Um, uh- nevermind."

Glaishur also sat up and glanced at her with a puzzled expression, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing much, just coming through with some stuff." They muttered, disinterested. They were always a little dull, but now they seemed more exhausted than ever: a few bags had formed under their eye.

Loodvigg guessed, "Fennec dumping random tasks onto you again?"

"Bingo, kiddo." She nodded, curling a few of her limbs into her equivalent of finger guns.

"Wow," Glaishur exclaimed, "He must be really unhappy with you to be this passive agressive."

"He sure is. And to be honest, I kinda deserve it."

"Why don't you just tell him to knock it off?" Loodvigg asked, "If Scaratar can do it, you can too."

"Loodvigg! I just had this conversation with Attmoz the other day!" Glaishur hissed, appalled.

"What? I'm right, right?!" He protested. Galvana tugged on his arm, asking to join in the game of pretend again, but he gently nudged her away, "Not now, Galvie. Go back to playing with Vhamp, I'll be back in a little bit."

"Ugh, look, kiddo." Leyera just sighed, "I've sure as hell thought about it. But the consequences aren't worth it. It's different when one of you kids does it."

"Huh? But, that doesn't make any sense!" Glaishur uttered. It really didn't: Leyera's been here so much longer than them, and their psychic magic is much more useful to putting on a good show than their little elemental tricks! Why would they deserve such special treatment?

"It's because you're g—" Leyera slammed one of their forelimbs across where their mouth would be, "Nevermind. Just don't question it."

Before either of them could protest, they turned and began to wriggle away; a few angry words - too quiet to hear yet clearly bitter - escaping them. However, before they left the room, there came a sound. The quick, methodical thundering of a little pawsteps that rapidly got louder and louder until...

"HI, LEYERA!" A blue spider-like monster leapt forward, crashing into the spaghetti monster with a suprising amount of force.

"CRUV'LAAPHT'S EYES!" Leyera cried. She flopped to the ground with a mix of a 'thud' and a 'squelch'. The box she was carrying ended up flung to the side, it's contents (which turned out to be bunting, posters and a bundle of multicolored streamers) spilling out onto the floor, "Copper? What the hell?!"

"OOPS! SORRY!" They scuttled backwards.

"It's alright." She slowly pulled herself upright, adjusted her crooked collar and whispered 'no need to shout' under her breath', "What do you want, anyway? You only do that when you have something to show me."

"YES! EXACTLY THAT! I JUST HAD THE COOLEST IDEA EVER—OH, HEY, GUYS!" They cried, trailing off as they noticed the presence of other monsters. They waved at Loodvigg and Glaishur, who just stared on awkwardly.

"And what would that be? Can it wait?" Leyera asked, suspicious.

"NO - I NEED TO TELL YOU NOW! WELL, UM UM UM UM..." Copper hopped excitedly from foot to foot, trying to get their racing thoughts together, "I CAN'T EXPLAIN IT ALONE. I NEED A HAND!"

"From who?"

"Uh—" They took a deep breath and finally spoke in an inside voice. "Loodvigg, Glaishur, have either of you two seen Furnoss anywhere?"

They looked at eachother, and Loodvigg hesitantly muttered, "I think I saw him over by the obstacle course a little while ago?"

Glaishur nodded, confirming this.

"GREAT!" Copper scampered away again, leaving the other three monsters to just stand there in stunned silence. After about thirty seconds of uncomfortable nothingness, they finally returned. Furnoss shuffled awkwardly behind them, practically being dragged by the small magical monster.

"Uh, what did you need me for?" He asked, cringing at the way their three eyes glittered and bulged as they looked up at him. He glanced over at Loodvigg and Glaishur and mouthed a 'hello', but made no sound.

"I need a flame." They declared.

"Copper..." Leyera narrowed her eye, "You better not be doing something dumb."

"I'm not, I swear!"

Furnoss looked at the ground, his expression nervous, "I don't know, I'm still not good at controlling my powers."

"Please! Please! Please!" Copper made their eyes big and round, trying (and failing) to seem convincing.

Furnoss seemed to almost shrink beneath their gaze, "Uh, okay?"

"Great!" Their legs wiggled excitedly as they reached into a nearby crate and held out a red firework, "Now, you just need to light up this part and—"

"Are they seriously—" Glaishur began.

"They wouldn't—" Loodvigg added.

But before either of them could fully react, Leyera zipped forward and snatched up the potential hazard, "Copper! Oh, by the titans, Copper, what were you thinking? You can't light fireworks indoors!"

"..." They blinked, "Oh. Oops."

"Yeah, oops. I swear to the Colossals, it's like I have to take care of yet another annoying kid whenever you're around." She growled. With a flick of her tentacles, it floated up into the air an onto a shelf out of the Bulbo's reach.

Now out of the spotlight, Furnoss stepped back and slunk behind Loodvigg, as though trying to hide from the arguing.

"Are you okay?" The shadow monster asked.

"I think so..." He mumbled quietly. Unnerved, he curled in on himself; his arms wrapped around his body to hide the soft amber glow of the flames within.

"Hey! I'm sorry!" They grumbled, "It wasn't like that back home, I could get as close to fireworks as I wanted and it never hurt anybody!"

Leyera explained, "That's because Light Island fireworks are made of pure light instead of explosives, which is too expensive to use here."

They cringed again, "I know! You don't need to tell me! I know everything about fireworks! I just— Sometimes I forget in the moment. I'm sorry."

"Just don't do it again. And also stop bugging me so much, I've got stuff I need to be doing."

*I thought you liked it when I showed you cool stuff?"

"I do, but not when I'm so busy. I'm already on Fennec's bad side, and I don't wanna make things any worse." She picked up the box with her telekinesis and put the contents back into place, "Talk to me when we pack up and the island moves again, then I'll listen."

As Leyera slithered away, Copper slumped over and stared at the ground in shame, "Okay..."

Silence took over once again. Glaishur watched the blue spider monster sink dejectedly against the floor, and he couldn't help but empathise. They just wanted someone to listen to them - he sure knew what that felt like.

"Um, I'll listen to you talk about fireworks, if you want." He offered; extending a hand to help them up.

Loodvigg agreed, "Uh, yeah, me too."

Galvana and Vhamp momentarily stopped their little game to listen.

"Fff-irework!" Galvana tested out the word; she tried to wrap her head around the new combination of syllables.

Furnoss said nothing.

"Really?" Their eyes sprung forward and went huge - like a cat being offered a treat.Glaishur offered them a small smile, "Sure."

Copper slowly rose to their feet, their entire body shaking and making a few Güiro noises as they anxiously rubbed their limbs together, "Oh. My. Phosphora! This is amazing, I can't believe it I— Okay, Copper. Calm down, deep breaths—"

"So, uh." They looked around, fidgety and perplexed, "Where should I start?"

Everyone thought for a moment, then Loodvigg pointed to the firework on the shelf and suggested, "How about you explain how those things work?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" They squeaked, "Okay, so. Inside the shell, there's these things called stars. Which is silly, because they're not stars, but that's besides the point. Anyway, these are made of colourful chemicals and stuff to make it pretty. And, and then..."

Their long infodump gave Furnoss just enough time to slink away and think about what had happened.

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Galvana grew up too fast. All of them did.

That's what sucks the most. As well as being the most relatable part of the story. It's so hard to remember that all of them (apart from Loodvigg and Furnoss) are just kids being forced to be adults.

I'm not sure how many have noticed, but Glaishur (specifically his ask blog) has developed a bit of a stutter - something a lot of people in his situation have. I think it's been hinted that both he and Attmoz have anxiety as well, and I'm pretty sure Furnoss has OCD or something of the sort. Glaishur *might* have Autism? But I don't wanna make assumptions, this is mostly from my own experience.

If anyone else reads this, I'm not speaking for the whole community - just my experiences!

YEAH I AGREE!!! Its really sad the way that they’ve all been forced to grow up from such a young age…especially the older ones since they always had to be caregivers for the younger ones even though they’re also just kids

ALSO I DIDNT NOTICE AT FIRST BUT YEAH HE TOTALLY DOES!!!!!! As for anxiety yeah that would definitely make sense haha

I can also see the other ones, but yeah maybe plushii can confirm or deny them (hi plushii)

[puckness]

hi i have this idea for a celestial fanfic so i’ll be sharing it lol

this takes place on celestial island, it’s been at least 16 years (how old furnoss is) since the crash and the first rebirth. up until now everyone has either had vivid or blurry dreams of the cataclysm and starhenge falling. either that or they fully remember the events during both situations, the only ones that do remember though are vhamp and furnoss. vhamp being way younger than furnoss they’re not able to speak up about it, they’ve obviously matured faster than the other younger celestials but prefer to go nonverbal. furnoss eventually comes to terms that vhamp knows about the cataclysm and starts paying more attention to them. loodvigg thinking that this is favoritism gets attmoz and glaishur to help, but when furnoss doesn’t speak up they gets irritated and ends up going to vhamp instead

but surprise surprise vhamp refuses to speak or just cant pronounce them! none of them were particularly good with children, so the trio had to get others to participate in teaching vhamp and maybe(?) finding out the truth

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[whisperluck]

My headcannons for the celestials in MSM.

All: Generally speaking, there’s only one of each celestial. I just don’t think of them as a species. More like gods. Personal pronouns. From oldest to younger. Torrt, Scaratar, Vhamp, Syncopite, Hornacle, Blasoom, Furnoss, Attmoz, Glaishur, Loodvigg, Plixie, Galvana.

Torrt: *he/him* The definition of sweet grandpa. Very slow and shacky. Cannot hear anything, screaming will not help. However, can here the smallest whisper. Has a garden of flowers with Blasoom. Torrt can and would kick someone butt.

Scaratar: *She/Her* Second sweet granny. Love to knit, uses silk that Scaratar makes. Likes to collect bugs and know fun facts about them. Never mad. Will give you head pats and call you “deary”. Has really bad eyesight, so uses glasses when things get hard for her.

Vhamp: *He/They* Quiet, but always grumpy. When moving small squeaks can be heard. It really hurts for Vhamp to move around really, so they prefer to stay in one place. Likes to collect old antiques and small things. Mostly watches, likes the mechanism. Can repair anything. Breaks things down and builds them all over again.

Syncopite: *He/Him* Looks mean but really a cool guy. Loves to dance, mostly break dancing. When visiting down below for hikes he likes to find rocks along the way. Makes bracelets out of rocks and gems for the other celestials. Goes on mini rants about birthstones and which ones are right.

Hornacle: *He/She* Pure pirate energy, explorers in the deep sea now and again. Loves to fight big sea creatures and brags about winning. Refuses to talk about how she lost his leg. Loves sea shells. Smells like salt water all the time. Got a huge potty mouth and swears all the time, however Hornacle can watch her month around children believe it or not.

Blasoom: *They/Them* Doesn’t talk much, but will talk nonstop to plants. Very protected over their plants. The only one who can take care of them is Torrt. If someone has allergies, don’t go near Blasoom. you’ll go into a sneezing fit. If not, smells wonderful. Like to attract different types of bugs with they’re flower just for Scaratar.

Furnoss: *He/Him* Can’t move, Furnoss legs can’t suport he’s weight. The arms on his body still work, just can do much.Can use he’s oven, in fact Furnoss is a really baker. Thinks of Kayna as his daughter. Standing by Furnoss is ether a good idea or a bad one. Because it’s really like standing near an oven. Melts metal down for Vhamp.

Attomz: *He/Him* An Ultimate 80s man. Knows how to ride a skateboard. Probably been to a ton of rock concerts. Attomz and Galvana can make thunderstorms together. The two like to pull pranks with it. Love telling daddy jokes and puns. Has a record Collection of classic rock and roll.

Glaishur: *Them/They* It goes without saying that Glaishur has a heart of gold. They’re good to vent out your problems too. Because they listen and give you some advices. A good hairdresser, the only one who can do the other hair right. Loves giving hugs, their hugs are like a cozy blanket. Very emotional, they will cry at anything. But they never uncontrollable sobs, just some tears and sniffles.

Loodvigg: *He/him* A shy gentleman, very formal when speaking. Don’t look into Loodvigg’s eyes. You’ll start to hallucinating your worst nightmares. So don’t be upset when he doesn’t make eye contact. Can climb on walls and ceilings. Secretly a good singer, but is too self conscious to sing in front of everyone. Despite being the element of shadow, Loodvigg really likes to sleep at night. Early to bed, early to rise. Huge bookworm, favorite types are horror, history, and romance books.

Plixie: *Them/They* Big nerd, loves anime and sci-fi media. A cat lover how else did Ghazt get it’s looks. Shares the same GenZ humor as Galvana. Both of them quote vines and tiktoks to each other all the time. Very gullible, tell them all outlandish thing and they’ll take it as truth. Has the memory of an elephant, remembers the smalls of details.

Galvana: *She/they* A child in an adult’s body. Has the energy has a kid on a sugar rush, once in a blue moon, she can be calm and serous. Sleep? What’s that? She went with out sleep for ten months, after that they were focus to take naps once a day. Loves to mess around with everyone with either Attomz or Plixie. Wubbox is her baby boy, love him with all their heart. However it took awhile for them to get use to the Wublins, but after sometime treats them like grandkids. Touch them is like touching those electric orbs. Just don’t shake her hand, she could stop your heart.

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(Revived) Celestials at the zoo, because why not

Blassoom has to be kept on a toddler leash because he keeps breaking into the reptile exhibits. Those giant heat lamps are a forbidden fruit that he simply cannot resist.

Furnoss is the one holding said toddler leash. He probably really loves the aviary and, despite his elemental composition, adores the penguins!!

Attmoz and Glaishur spend the whole time pointing at increasingly ugly animals and going "lmao it's you" at each other.

Scaratar gets absolutely lost in the sauce in the entomology exhibit.

Hornacle spends the whole trip locked eyes with an axolotl in a tank. There is not a single braincell between the two.

Torrt speaks with the giant tortoises in tongues unknown to monsterkind.

Syncopite is entirely uninterested in the animals, spends the whole time at one of those gem mining things.

Loodvigg babbles incoherently at the small, cute animals the whole time. Literally bursts into tears over Degus.

Galvana gets dropped off at the petting zoo, eventually gets headbutted into the next dimension by an angry goat.

Plixie keeps ramming headfirst into the glass of the enclosures because he can't see it.

Vhamp hijacks the vending machines to get free food and drinks, somehow frees all of the animals from their cages and gets everyone kicked out.

[h4zardousch3micals]

Alright guys, gals and non-binary pals, it's time for a:

✨ Thorns Theory Recap ✨

There's been a lot of conversations with what I have presumed to be spooky ghosts lately, so I'm going to make a summary of all the information I've been given so far for easy access.

Now the important clue I keep forgetting is:

However, I still think the use of different ciphers connects to something, though I'm not sure what it is.

So, here's every cipher that's been used so far and what we know about them:

18(8)

- Talks about feeling frozen

- Has no voice and no spark

- Has roots blooming in their ribs; lacks eyes, tounge, organs and blood; and feels like something is missing - indicating that if this is them feeling the sensation of their body decaying, it has been for quite some time

- The one who told us that there's many voices but only one responds

- Felt tired and weak after communicating with us and took a long time to recover

- Thinks Glaishur trapped them- Wants Attmoz to reset the clock

- Has unfinished business and may or may not be trapped? (Or at least, far from free)

(Also not necessarily a point of evidence but 18(8) speaks far more than any of the other ciphers, perhaps indicating some level of power or importance?)

10(16)

- In the ground, feels like they cannot sleep

25(1) (Sometimes also written as 1(25))

- Wants us to protect "the Little Goddess"

- Cannot find the sun and seems to feed off it in some capacity (which may suggest they are a plant monster of some sort?)

- Really does not want me to scare "her"

- Feeds on sorrow but it also hurts them

- Knows someone who (metaphorically) died inside as a child

- Wants us to find Glaishur (the Frozen God)

- Informed us that there are millions trapped

(Also again not necessarily evidence but initially I thought "Little Goddess" meant either Viola, Perry or Lily but seeing how they spoke of Glaishur I now think they meant Galvana)

21(5) (Sometimes also written as 5(21)).

- Tells us that "he" (not the speaker) is not alone

- Connected to the day April 8th (the release day of Fallen Stars: Reality and Recovery Part 2, which just so happens to be where we see Viola being overworked by an influx of fire monsters, leading to the slip up)

But hey! That's just a theory

✨ A Thorns Theory ✨

Always watch out for Creature!

[h4zardousch3micals]

Performance of a Lifetime • 3

First • Previous • Next

So guess who suddenly got a huge burst of inspiration? This guy!

Conflict time 😈😈😈

Also introducing... an antagonist? Not the main one, we'll get to there when we get there, but an antagonist nonetheless

———

Another day, another round of rigorous practise; such was the routine at Audrey's Intrepid.

Glaishur wandered into the backstage tent and flopped down on a nearby beanbag chair with an overdramatic yawn. Scaratar trailed behind, equally exhausted but not willing to make such a scene about it.

"You two okay..?" Attmoz looked up and hesitantly muttered, unsure whether to be concerned or amused. He has been helping Galvana with her main trick when the two walked in and threw them off focus.

Blasoom looked up from their drawing and chirped in a friendly manner. The bird monster was yet to learn to speak - and at this point might not ever do so - she had adapted and learnt to communicate in her own way through various sounds and squeaks.

Loodvigg lurked silently in the background. He noticed their presence but said nothing.

"Yeah..." The cold monster wheezed, "Just tired."

Scaratar elaborated, "Fennec had us running around in circles with Furnoss. Something about 'building endurance' or whatever."

"Oh." He sounds almost irritated, not by them but by their situation, "Well, why didn't you just tell him you're not doing that. He won't be able to stop you."

"Attmoz!" Glaishur cried, "We can't just - not do anything! What about the rules?"

"Rules are for breaking!" He protested.

"No, rules are for following!"

"Alright you two..." Scaratar grumbled. She was tired, and although the pair's bickering was playful it wasn't at all helpful.

"Hoop!" Galvana interrupted, her arms folded and her foot stomping grumpily. She only knew a few words, but she definitely knew how to use them to get what she wanted, "Hoop!"

"Oh. What's that, Galvana? You want to practice the hoop trick again?" Attmoz asked.

She squealed and whistled with excitement, balancing atop their electrical orb enthusiastically. The kid always seemed to be positively buzzing with energy, something which baffled her fellow monsters to no end.

"Alright. One... Two... Three... Go!" He then tossed the large, striped toy hoop into the air.

Galvana kicked the orb so that it would roll forward - leapt through the hoop - and landed on the orb, which was now on the other side. Her form could use some work, and the landing was more than a little clumsy, but it was quite impressive for such a young monster.

"Ooo-oo!" She squeaked in triumph.

"Wow, she's getting really good at that." Glaishur commented, having quietly observed the miniature spectacle from the sidelines.

"I know right? She'll be ready in no time." Scaratar added.

Blasoom honked a few times approvingly, before returning to their artistic project. Crayon in beak, the scribbled and decorated the paper with images of monsters and plants and red and yellow canopies; occasionally stopping to switch colour or adjust the sheet so it was on a more even section of the floor.

Loodvigg observed the scene quietly from a still, dark corner, watching and thinking. Scaratar's words from a few days ago had stuck with him, even though she appeared to have nearly forgotten about them. Was this all their was for them? Practice, practice, practice? Sure, Galvana certainly seems to enjoy it - as did many of the others - and Scaratar reassured him that she wasn't bothered by their situation. So, why does he feel so unsatisfied?

Maybe he's just weird.

"WHAT'S UP, LOSERS?"

That voice. THAT voice...

Attmoz's head whipped around to greet the all too familiar newcomer, "Ugh, Saira... Losers, really? You sound like the bully in a book for little kids."

Saira just smirked and stepped into the tent, having to duck in order to not hit their head. They were only about Attmoz's age; but they were tall, taller than any of them, and built like a brick wall with thick, striped, dark blue scales. Their paws were tipped with razor-like claws and they had a sharp spike like a spear just above their eyes. In fact, the only part of them that didn't look ready to fight at any given moment was the frilly, almost cartoonishly out of place green clown ruff around their neck. Nobody would want to mess with them, and they knew it.

Glaishur sunk in his seat, as though if he could just hide in his hair like a turtle they wouldn't notice him. Scaratar tried to act like she didn't even know they were there, but the way she watched them out of the corner of her eye was unmistakable. Blasoom continued to colour in their picture, but would hesitate every big movement in case it provoked them. Loodvigg just silently monitored them like a hunting hawk.

"What are you even doing here?" Attmoz grumbled, "Don't you have better things to do since you're Audrey's little princess?"

They shrugged, "Not really, I'm bored, actually."

"Then, buzz off, why don't you?"

"Why? Watching you lot is much more entertaining than whatever dumb task they'll give me."

"Oh, really?" Glaishur perked up, "Thanks, Saira."

They snickered, and Attmoz was forced to correct him, "...That wasn't a compliment, Glaishur."

"Oh..."

He turned his attention back to the Strombonin, "Look, if you insist on watching, can't you at least stand a little further away? Galvie needs space."

As if to support his argument, Galvana nodded and stuck her tounge out at Saira.

"Ugh, fine." They took a few steps back and settled on the ground in the manner of a sphinx statue, one paw crossed over the other. They'd didn't look too happy about it, but even they knew better than to get angry over something this petty.

Attmoz and Galvana went back to rehearsing, and Saira quickly got bored of watching the same thing over and over. Their eyes drifted over to Glaishur and Scaratar, but both seemed rather tired so neither were moving much. Boring. Loodvigg still kept his distances, glaring at them from the shadows. Also boring. Blasoom, however...

"Hey, pppst! Birdbrain?" They whispered, "What are you doing?"

Blasoom chirped disapprovingly and hopped a few paces away, taking her newest illustration with her: a picture of a large pink flower.

"Oh! Are you drawing? Can I see?"

She shook her head frantically and backed away again, but Saira leaned forward and snatched it from her beak with one huge paw.

"Give me that." Their expression softens as they take in the quality of the image, "...Oh. This is... actually pretty good."

Blasoom stood there motionless, uncomfortable and unsure of what to make about the situation. She knew that the mythical monster had an interest in arts, but when her drawing was snatched up she expected to be laughed at, or worse...

"Here, give me a crayon, I'll show you a cool trick."

Hesitantly, they obliged, retrieving Saira a purple crayon. The pangolin-like monster lined the underside of the petals with purple and smudged it with their claw, until it resembled shadows cast by the early morning sun (well, it resembled it about as well as a drawing made with crayons could).

They held their revision up for the plant monster to see, "You see how putting a darker colour on top of it this in this pattern makes it look like there's a light source?"

"And then you—OOF!" They reached for another crayon, when behind them Galvana miscalculated a jump and toppled to the ground, sending both herself and her orb flying and bumping into Saira. It didn't affect them much, but it did cause them to accidentally rip the paper and drag a thick line of blue across the entire thing.

Almost instantly, they spun around with an agitated expression. They flicked Galvana with their claw - not enough to actually do any damage, but certainly enough to hurt. "Watch where you're going, you little brat!"

"HEY!" Attmoz stood, his trail bristling from anger, "That was uncalled for; she's just a kid!"

"So?" They narrowed their eyes.

"So leave her alone! She can't help it!" He threw his arms up into the air from frustration.

They rose to their feet and started to approach the little monster, who was still recovering from the tumble, "Sure she can, if she just bothered to actually think before she acted. She wouldn't—"

Loodvigg suddenly darted out from the shadows, a grim expression on his face. He positioned himself between Saira and Galvana; a low growl rumbled from his throat, "Back off."

"Oh, wow, look who finally decided to say something." They uttered sarcastically, maneuvering to go around him, but he blocked their way again.

"Yeah, I did. And I said, back off."

By now, Glaishur and Scaratar had noticed what was going on and were watching with a mix of inquisitiveness and apprehension. Scaratar's antenne twitched skittishly, while Glaishur repeatedly ran a hand through his hair as a sort of nervous habit.

"Why? What are you gonna do about it, emo?" Saira challenged.

Loodvigg clenched his fists, "Say that again!"

"'Vigg. Don't." Scaratar warned.

"What are you gonna do about it, emo?"

By now, he was practically shaking with protective, righteous fury, "I'll... I'll..."

Before either of them could make their next move, the speakers crackled to life and they heard a voice they had all been trained to respect say in an unusually sickly-sweet tone, "Oh, Saiiiiiiiiraaaaaa! You're needed over by the duck pond, sweetie! Copper's waiting for you!"

"Ugh, coming, mom..." They slowly slunk off; their was posture slumped and they glared at Loodvigg the whole time, "This isn't over. You don't get to act like you're the boss of me and get away with it."

When they finally left the backstage tent, everyone collectively breathed a sigh of relief. Attmoz walked over to Galvana and helped the little monster back to her feet, gently patting her shoulder as she sniffled and sobbed.

"Phew, that was a close one..." Glaishur mumbled.

Scaratar scuttled over to the Shadow monster and grabbed onto his hands, slowly coaxing him to unclench them, "Loodvigg, what the heck were you thinking? Do you have any idea what could've happened if you two got in a fight!"

"They need to be put in her place."

"Not by you!" Glaishur protested, "Remember when they absolutely destroyed me at the high striker? Do you really wanna be on the wrong end of that?!"

He shrugged. Justice mattered more than if he got hurt during the process, "Maybe..."

"'Vigg!" Attmoz added, "I don't like them either, I make that clear. But we're never going to win against them if we use our fists."

"I know, I know..." He wrapped his arms around himself and looked down at the floor, feeling a little ashamed but not quite sure why.

"And even if you somehow didn't get hurt: they're Audrey's kid! We'd get in so much trouble!" Glaishur exclaimed.

"I think it'd be worth it..."

"And that's why you aren't in charge of making decisions." Attmoz muttered.

Scaratar stared at the spot where Saira had just been. There was a strange, misty look in her eyes - as though she missed another reality that never really existed where the Mythical monster was kind to them, "I think it's better to just... try and keep the peace. They'll grow up one day."

"If they haven't grown up by now, I don't think they ever will." Loodvigg muttered, "Is everyone okay? Blasoom? Galvana?"

Blasoom solemnly nodded, but there was no enthusiastic chirps or happy little hops.

"Ooo-ooo!" Galvana wiped her damp face and smiled, apparently having cheered up rather quickly.Attmoz was satisfied with those reactions, "Come on, Galvie. Let's just keep practicing..."

Loodvigg went back to skulking in the darkness and Scaratar scampered away awkwardly to 'go do something very important that she totally forgot about until this exact moment'.

Glaishur, however, noticed there was something still off about Blasoom's demeanor.

"Blasoom?" He mumbled, unsure whether this was the right approach to take, "Is something wrong?"

Blasoom silently picked up the ruined drawing and showed it to him. The look in their eyes seemed to be a combination of disappointment, frustration and lingering fear.

"Oh... I'm sorry. Here let me—" He reached out to take it, but stopped himself, "Is it okay if I try and fix it?"

Blasoom nodded and dropped the picture. With the most careful of movements, Glaishur picked it up and inspected the damage. He took the white crayon - finally finding a use for it - and carefully covered up as much of the unwanted blue streak as he could, though a few speckles remained. As for the tear, there wasn't any tape nearby so he couldn't reattach it, but he coloured in the tattered edges so they blended in somewhat with the rest of the image.

When he was finally satisfied with his work, he handed it back to her, "I know it's not exactly the same as it was before, but I hope it's at least sort of okay."

Blasoom didn't react for a few seconds, then her eyes lit up and she bounced around from sheer delight, making happy bassoon noises all the while. She skipped over to him and gently rested her feathers against his purple fur, her attempt at a hug with no arms.

Glaishur couldn't help but beam, "Aww, you're welcome, Blasoom!"

Maybe things weren't so bad afterall...

[kittieeepaw]

Galvana third-wheeling at the age of 1 had me ROLLING

Glaishur wasn't able to respond when Attmoz asked if he looked pretty, I'd take that as Glaishmoz being implied 👀

Attmoz having no memory of what he did to Galvana is extremely sad but in the nicest way possible kinda funny. I'm surprised they chose to sneak out with him, too, but maybe they're just waiting for him to redeem himself? It's sad to think that they're barely able to talk and yet they already need the one person they really trusted to show proof of caring :( maybe they'll talk it out better in the future

I MEAN…ITS TRUE!!!

AND YEAH SHSHJSJSK he was too stunned to speak….he totally did think he was pretty

ALSO I DIDNT EVEN REALIZE HE FORGOT????? I must’ve read it too fast because I just read it as him not caring HRLPPPP but yeah it is funny

And yeah i feel really bad for Galvana because they’ve had to go through so much at such a young age…they’re just a little baby and have already experienced The Horrors

I hope that things get better for the little guy in the future butttt I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re kinda fucked up after all this HELP