#kritanta

[slime-gods]

more backlog kinda stuff! (not that old lmao)

to start- screenshot redraw of a scene from welcome to dreamworld! a friend and I made an AU with our ocs and it and it all spiraled from there (/j)

live glowstick reaction was a joke cause their ref was open on the side of my screen and it looked like they were reacting to the drawing lmao so now there's Live Glowstick Reaction

and then some stock image redraws! as you can tell from the backgrounds I did all my sketches in my sketchbook and liked this set of ones I did enough to fully draw them! you can somewhat see other doodles around too

im currently going to go back to drawing because DoNotReadMe.wav is stuck in my head (fuck you slimecicle /lh) and this basically means I must draw the Kinito!Slimecicle design I somehow banged out after watching that video and if I don't I'm going to implode lmao

[oxiemonbo]

proof humans are in my criteria😕

[serenofroses]

Nevrakis Legacy in Desperate Defiance. Kritanta. Ania. Jazz Eivor (Marr). Renata (Jadis). Tau. Nico. Kavi (Vowrawn). Elysia.

[kitkat-artcorner]

OC-tober 2024, Day 1

Hello!! Been a while!

Sorry I haven't uploaded in like, a whole month lol, so since I'm back and have the time, I'll b attempting OC-tober for the 3rd year in a row!!

And since Alexie is still the #1 favorite, I also added the 2nd and 3rd place of OC's!

[achy-boo]

Yuutarou Kritanta

1.Neka

"Why act normal when you can join the madness?"-Yuutarou Kritanta

Full name: Yuutarou Kritanta

Additional Titles: The Deranged Hunter, Midnight Ranger's Mad Hatter

Gender: Male

Age: in his early to mid 20s

Birthday: Feb 17th

Sexuality: Omnisexual

Rarity: 5

Weapon: BroadBlade( Deadly Madness)

Class: Mutant

Attribute: Havoc

Affirmation: Jinzhou/Midnight Rangers

Personality: Deranged, flirty, cruel and calculating is what people describe him as The Deranged Hunter. To him, the more madness he received the better. His calculating ways makes him a threat to his enemies and rivals. But only few know him as caring soul who got broken beyond repair, created to be a deranged man who laughs cruelly at the misery of his enemies while crying in silence for the people who passed on.

Likes: Tricking his enemies with his manipulation skills, coffee, tea, children, rainy days, madness, insanity, seeing his closed friends happy, animals, spending time with Encore

Dislikes: Ppl trying to dig into his past without his consent, seeing everyone happy while he suffers in silence, oddly the mention of death, being reminded that he is broken beyond repair, lying to his closed friends(Mainly Jiyan and Calcharo)

Favorite Food: Spicy Pulled Chicken and Jinzhou Maocai

Least Favorite Food: Baa Baa Crisp(He had…mix feelings about that food..)

Pet Peeves: Questions about his piercing on his throat(He refused to say how he got it from), people asking him if he and one of his female colleagues/companions are dating(He nearly killed someone for that), ppl asking him to take off his mask(Will lead to him glaring at you)

Hobbies: taking walks at night(easier to reveal some stress), reading, rainy days, tricking his enemies into his traps

Talents: Manipulating words against someone, empathy(despise being mentally broken), hides his true feelings very well to strangers

Nickname(s): Taro, Krita, Rou(Encore only), Mad Hatter or Deranged Alice

Voice Claim: HIMERU from Enstars (Normal) Juuzou Suzuya from Tokyo Ghoul(Deranged)

Additional Info

- Suffers from small case of Maladaptive Daydreaming

- He come from a loving family until his mother ruined it all

- He grew deranged and mad after the event

- He is known as the Deranged Alice or Mad Hatter bc his favorite book and movie is Alice In Wonderland

- Use to be friendly with females but now: he is very wary of them

- When it came to male Rover, he is flirty and sus in way(Female Rover though. Either kept his distance or pretends that he didn’t see her)

- Seeing Death around him make him more depressed and emotionless

- He only trusted Jiyan and Calcharo

- He is responsible for his mother and step family’s murder(Nobody knows it was him to this day)

- His Character Story is ‘Hidden Mask Hidden Insanity’

"Someone...please...

SAVE ME FROM MY INNER DEMONS!!!"

-Yuutarou Kritanta

@dxmoness @aventxsha @yoghurtsan @httpghostface

[the-tomato-patch]

Art of @serenofroses's Sith Warrior Kritanta!

[birodactyloftheblog]

Nothing lasts forever. Except mcdonalds

Made this comic as a way to explain their powers! Mihaela can see any moment in the past, and Kritanta can see any moment in the future. With exceptions, of course

[roguescarlett]

me: (mentioned about Kritanta and ideal body and height i want for him ingame)

friend: i thought Kritanta was a female Sith the whole time?

me: omg no????

i am amused and curious to why. but i was thinking, was it because of the long hair? i know men with long hair get mistaken for being a woman.

[serenscarlett-moved]

me: (gets an idea for chapter 3 epilogue)

also me: (writer's block and zero motivation to write bc my writing is shit)

anyways.

Got an idea regarding Marr turned to Kritanta and informed him about their confrontation with Jadus resulted in a fight that turned deadly. Marr doesn't want to leave Ania and the kids to seek for Jadus' body (bc they just got Ania back home and safe).

Kritanta offered to check and went to investigate the site where Jadus was last seen or disappeared within the forest. Though the investigation took longer than anticipated as Kritanta took the sign that Jadus somehow survived the fall from the fight and escaped.

Marr feared this was the case after Kritanta returned with the news.

[serenofroses]

ooooh, this is a nice surprise! love this. ❤️

Wrath Incarnate

short-ish figure/colour study inspired (and featuring) @serenofroses 's Kritanta

[slime-gods]

they're besties fr your honor

redraw of an old drawing from 2021!! (I just noticed I forgot the hearts on kritantas coat fuck-)

this was back when miitopia came out on switch and some friends and i made our ocs in it lol

so!! Kritanta (right) and Ace/Casimir! (left)

Ace/Casimir belongs to @creativewildflowers !

i loved how this turned out so much and they both give me so much gender envy LMAO

old drawing!:

Exams are next week so I'm not gonna have much time to draw (or the week after) but once I'm done I should be able to draw more again (and stay up late drawing lmao)

[goths-make-headmates]

Hii can you do a junko enoshima fictive? But with no transharmed ids. Tyyy

Junko Enshima Fictive

CW BLOOD

Name(s): Junko , Kritanta

Gender(s): FemiNull , GoreLexic , DeathBodiment , SadiBodiment , BloodLustGender , HateBodiment

Pronouns: She/Her , Despair/Despairs , Hatred/Hatreds , Gut/Guts , Gore/Gores

Age(s): Multiage

TransID(s): Synharmful , TransDIDfaker , TransSHaddict , NullOrgan , PermaSuicidal , TransXenoSatanist , TransAntiEndo

CisID(s): ASPD , Cisharmful , No empathy , Apathetic , Abuser , Magentamian

Role(s): Persecutor , Aggressor , Melpomic , Cynic

Like(s): Torture , Bears , Despair , Horror , Pain , Gore , Meat

Dislike(s): Happy people , School , Being told what to do , Routines , Fairytales , Romance , Helping

Personality trait(s): Egoistical , Brave , Jealous , Yells a lot , Mean , Carefree , Charismatic , Unpredictable

Appearance:

[queenvivi123]

Death Doesn’t Wait

  “You betrayed me.”

Vivid green eyes flashed under my eyelids, despite how much they told me to forget, the question begged to be asked; how could you forget the reason behind your scars?

“It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me

At tea time, everybody agrees

I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror

It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero”

I woke to Taylor swift playing in the background of what I call my “Bedroom.” Behind the thick curtains were thick bars of steel, like a prison! The fairy lights I had scavenged twinkled faintly and it brightened my mood a bit. A bit. I lived above the stage in Solstice Cinema, a “room” long forgotten. There was a trapdoor, the one I climbed down now to a backroom. Mannequins lined the walls, each in a feathery dress. The room’s paint.. was peeling and its once vibrant color of periwinkle faded down to a dull, lifeless blue. I listened at the door, hoping no one was there. When I determined the coast was clear, I crept through the hallways and out the back door of the theater. I walked toward the Confectioner's Treat, a little late but Ms.Derniar usually didn’t mind. As i walked, my mind wandered to more important things, like my food stock. I was almost out of food, save for a few cupcakes and ramen. I would have to stop by kritanta groceries later.

As I reached Confectioner’s Treat, I saw a cake being loaded into a truck. Its blue icing was midnight-cold, cruel, and dark. Tiny star-shaped sprinkles decorated the first tier of the cake; the bottom of the second tier was decorated with a sparkling white frosting, making flowers that looked like they were made of moonlight. On top there was a little figurine, deathly pale-almost light blue- with eyes beady and dark, framed by luscious blue hair. Corpse Bride. It was silly, really, that I was afraid of a movie character-who wasn’t even the villain. Yet, my breath still caught in my throat. My lungs burned and my chest heaved for air. But none of it mattered to me. Nothing did.

I ran, ran, and ran as fast I could.

The wind pushed against me, blinding and burning against my skin.

Yet, I continued to run.

The one reason I had ran that day was because of one girl.

One girl.

One sister.

One twin.

My other half, the other piece of the puzzle known as ME.

She hadn’t made it out of the madman's house. 

My heart beat, beat, beat.

Slow and steady.

Keeping me calm, calm, calm.

As my eyes fluttered close, burning, burning, burning.

The voice never stopped singing.

I woke with an IV drip in my arm. Screaming, I sat up straight, blinking wearily. In the corner of the white room, with the white walls was a black camera. Its red light blinked and I understood that it had detected my movement. For a moment, nothing happened and I was phenomenally underwhelmed.As my eyes wandered, I noticed a sticker on the IV drip bag. It read, Malnutrition. While I was reading the sticker, a woman showed up. She was Asian, with shiny black hair and chocolate eyes. My eyes traveled to her name card which read ‘Ms. Siwang’. I cleared my throat, realizing that I most likely looked like a rat.

“So,uh, hi?”

“What’s your name, dear?” Oh. So she was one of those Gramma people. Realizing that made my heart ache for my own Grandmother, who if she saw like this, would have done either of these two things: Hug me and hand me one of the infinite chocolates in her purse or slap me with the sole of her shoe for not looking ‘civilliased’. I was so lost in my memories that I hadn’t realized she had asked again.

“Oh! I’m Leandra!” A second after that I realized she could now use my name to trace me back. I shook my head, my long, uncut hair flashing an iridescent red with streaks of copper. Like Mom’s.

“Well, dearie, where do you live?” She questioned. I hesitated. She must have sensed my discomfort, however, because she stopped talking.

Wordlessly, she handed me a bowl of gooey, cheesy mac n cheese. I dug in, the cheese melting in my mouth giving me gooey pleasure. A few minutes later, the bowl was emptY. Dr. Siwang stared at me,  like I was a creature she couldn’t figure out. 

“So, where’s your family?” 

“Um . . .” She looked at me like she had finally figured me out. I stared at her, partially because I wanted her to know that I knew what she thought.And also because I didn't want to seem like a coward. After a long and intense battle(1 minute long), Dr. Siwang left the room after handing me a doughnut on a plate. Weirdest thing I’ve ever seen. Then, she left.

In an unknown amount of time, I woke up in another room, this time laid down on a colorful couch in a colorful room. The walls were a pastel teal and the ceiling a sparkly silver. I sat myself down then just . . . thought. Thought about my life, thought about my sister, thought about everything and everyone that had made me this way. A liar, a cheat, a thief. Completely against my will, a tear slipped out. As if it had been holding them back, a barrage of tears flooded me and I almost had a nice, good sob time. Keyword here: almost.

“There you are,” A military-like voice exclaimed. I turned to see a woman, tall and stiff, wearing a police uniform. Her raven hair was tied into a tight bun and her jaw had a roughness to it that told she could kill me with her words. A frown appeared on her plump lips as she saw the remnants of the tears that oh-so recently flooded my cheeks. She looked disappointed, like I had failed some sort of test.

“Yes, here I am.” Sarcasm inundated my voice and I didn't understand what game I was playing. Her frown was a lot more enunciated and it made me want to laugh. A lot. 

“Sit, Leana.”

“Leandra,” I corrected, annoyance seeping into my tone.

“Okay, Leandra,” Ms. Military sneered. I disliked her immediately. Who sneers at a girl who you most likely knows that girl is homeless?!

Ms. Military seemed to calm herself down, clenching and unclenching her fists. She then motioned for me to sit once more, adding a very stiff, very forced “Please” at the end. I obliged, not wanting to cause too much trouble.

“I saw your records.”

I stiffened. If she knew . . .

“You, according to the files, disappeared two years ago.” It was a statement. Plain, boring, and everything it wasn’t.

So I answered the same way. “Three. He must haven’t noticed.”

“Why’d you leave?”

“Because I was stuck with an alcoholic!” My temper flared and all I wanted was for someone to listen. To understand. Was that too much to ask?

“You were nineteen. You didn’t need a guardian when your parents died.” Wait. What? Nineteen? I had been sixteen when he had moved in. Hadn’t I been?

“N- no . . . I had been sixteen.” My voice stuttered on the words, like it was a death sentence to say them.

“Are you claiming the nurse who oversaw your birth is wrong?” Not an accusation, not an asservation. Just a question. And it meant the world to me. I couldn’t imagine my sweet, sweet mother lying to me. 

I couldn’t process this. 

My brain was whirling, whirling, whirling.

My heart held still, as if a ghost might appear and start explaining.

Everything.

This was too much. 

My whole life was a lie.

We hadn’t had to live there.

I woke with a headache. It was like someone combined a hammer and pendulum and decided to test it in my head.I groaned, holding my head in my hands.

Waking up in a police office was disorienting.I’m guessing it was the chief police officer’s office as it was a separated room altogether. It had baby blue walls with the police logo painted onto one of those walls, shiny and sleek, it almost looked official enough for me to trust the police. Almost.

A man sat in a chair, his back facing me. He must have heard me snort, however, and so he turned.

“Hi,” he said and it sounded so casual, so nonchalant, so normal.

“Hi,” I whispered. My voice was still scratchy and he must have picked up on that because he handed me a glass of water right after I said that. Drinking water was like heaven: something I didn’t deserve.

“You mentioned something in your sleep,” He started, “Most of it was nonsensical, but something you said mentioned a sister.” He hesitated on this last part, as if he was unsure of what to make of this.

“Yeah, I mentioned my sister. STuck in an alcoholic's house or did you forget?” 

“The files don’t mention a sister,” Honestly, my life has been so messed up that this time around i wasn’t even surprised anymore.

“We ran tests. You weren’t hallucinating.” A simple statement, yet it signified he believed me which meant everything. 

“Do you know where exactly your uncle lives?” I shuddered. Forgetting was one of the most impossible things in my life, nothing worked. 

“Y-yeah,” My voice is shaky, but strong.

“Take us there.” three simple words, yet they would change my life. 

The sun dipped low into the crescent of the shattered roof of my uncle’s house. It had almost been a week before the man-whose name was Mr. Tuproamor, weird, I know- had reached out to take me to the house. Taking a deep breath to steady myself and calm my shaky nerves, I stepped over the threshold. The inside was just how it’d been before, except maybe a bit more rusty without my careful care. I did a 360 spin, taking in the sights-and not in a good way. The wall’s wallpaper was peeling and the wood behind it seemed rotted, and the flickering lights only added to the effect of a creepy haunted house. I saw the staircase 'ss railing falling apart and the stairs creaky and ants crawled across it, giving me a horrible feeling.

One will live and the other will die

Who was that? Oh, right, my inner depression! Anyhoo, I raced up the stairs and turned left. Right before I had reached the door to Hanna and I’s former bedroom, I saw the blood. A ragged crack ran through the door, like many others caused by my uncle, but this one was different. Blood coated the rims of it and the metallic smell made me want to throw up. You could tell it was recent.

I raced into the room, scratching my arm on the way in, but I didn't care. Not with the sight in front of me. My sister’s bloody head  was smashed against the wood, as if someone had pushed her down there. 

But I couldn’t find words to describe her pale, incredibly still body.

Mindless Tears fell down my cheeks and I rushed to her side, falling down on my knees.

She had saved me that fateful dawn, she had saved me

And now I couldn’t save her

I couldn’t handle this

I couldn’t

All the unanswered questions that had been living in my head faded into the shadows

I could hear the sound of my heart breaking, shattering like glass

Even as I closed my eyes, I could still see it, still see HER

Once vivid, now lifeless green eyes burned my eyelids 

As Everything

Went Dark.

[serenofroses]

just some edits of my ocs and their minor updates.

Kritanta, Jazmyn, Ania.

Elysia, Nico, Tau.

Marr, Vowrawn, Jadis.

[sam-does-stuff]

"I know what you are!!!!"

- Kritanta

[achy-boo]

Ocs of Each Fandom

My puppets are ocs to each fandom I am in~ Please give them respect and do not bite them. I am looking at you two @juvellianovo and @anxious-twisted-vampire~

Honkai Star Rail

Aeons:

Jasper and Juniper

Jasper’s moodboard

Juniper’s moodboard

Pathfinders:

Lysander Solace(New)

Lysander’s moodboard(old)

Lysander’s moodboard(new)[TBA]

Isidore Solace(New)

Isidore’s Moodboard(Old)

Isidore’s Moodboard(New)[TBA]

Solanine(TBA)

Solanine’s moodboard

Amalthea(OC Planet)

Ryoichi

Ryoichi’s Moodboard(TBA)

Akimistu

Akimistu’s Moodboard(TBA)

Ansel Amato Alvaro Amato

Jieun Hyun Byeol

Dominique De Luca Dominique's moodboard(TBA)

Delano Bloodstone

Saturday Atelier Saturday's moodboard

Ansel's moodboard(TBA)

Alvaro's moodboard(TBA)

(Normal) Delano's Moodboard (TBA)

(Seasonal) Delano's Moodboard (TBA)

Sapphire Lake Dorm Master-List

House of Misfits

(Oc Homeland) Mystery Haunt

Erebos Nicodemus (God of Mystery Haunt)

Ensemble Stars

Rino Kudou

Wuthering Waves

-Yuutarou Kritanta

Yuutarou Kritanta's moodboard(TBA)