#mayor Thaniyel

[fishywaters]

WAAAAIT THIS ISNSO CUTE YOUR ART LOOKS SO SQUISHY I WANNA HOLD IT IN MY HANDS I WANNA HOLD YOUR GRIEFER AND MAYOR THANIYEL DESIGNS IN MY HANDS TOO

Love it when dads used to be total menaces but when they turn into peepaws they handed their menace energy to their kid

[voice-o-fallacy]

Some character designs that’s. Yet to be colored

[yuqsdug]

Another block tales comic.

It's a bit silly

Also: Obligatory Sebastian Solice.

He's hanging around with Red and Blue.

[midasclasm]

there has to be an after. brad and i will go there.

[swordlunge-wav]

congratulations on the triple win at The Creator Awards!!

I was possessed by some kinda of fervor to draw a good chunk of the cast these past few days! chipping away at these designs and navigating thru stylization has been seriously remedying my art block (tales)...

[cometquest]

blocktales apocalypse au im working on, heres some designs so far

lore as of right now:

the concept behind the apocalypse is not a basic zombie blah blah one, basically the voices arent just affecting the sword holders but random citizens as well, leading to ppl growing violent and losing their sense of self, some ppl get affected slower than others yadda yadda, this leads to tons of bloodshed and violence because those who r "too far gone" essentially become like animals

[coro-sg]

More whiteboard stuff

[honeyfluff-does-art]

"They warned me about you. The Interloper. They say you don't belong here, that you must be removed, in order to cut the string of fate."

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so uh. clearly i have character archetypes i'm drawn to. father-son duo doomed by the narrative?

YEAH SO UH yknow blocktales chapter 2? I did a little bit of a swap au for it. Where Thaniyel is the one hearing voices, and Griefer, worried about his dad, kidnaps him and sticks him in the gorilla cage trying to keep him from doing anything stupid.

Which obviously doesn't work out the way he wanted.

I call it the Venomswap AU.

[iceespizza]

i already used this post for a gravity falls meme but this was really funny in my head

[peachy-1333]

Doodles

[gekooi]

I'm going insane

[ultimateevader]

[Welcome home, Brad! 🏠🌱]

Missed you dad, I hope I'm able to visit you again.

[poopystain]

hello bubonic plant fans *poke*

[yuqsdug]

More doodles with a style inspiration on @coro-sg 's style.

I really like it for doodles like these.

Dangit, I really want to doodle Spell Tales AU now. But I draw on the PC version of Ibispaint, so I have that stupid timer (which I definitely haven't used applications to avoid. Totally not! (I forgot to use it today)).

also Venomshank design ig. that's supposed to be a bootleg corpse flower at the hilt btw. but it doesn't look like it because of the sword coming out of it. The prickly hilt looks like a joy to use.

[swordlunge-wav]

good grief.

[iitsarss]

╰ㅤ₊ㅤ๋࣭ㅤreader x gr13f3r　 sorry　᠀

ꔛ word count: 684⠀╱⠀unestablished relationship + player reader 。

(¬_¬")⠀⠀⠀note,more on the end ⠀╱⠀tw: mention of sword + violence (MENTION!!)

hi guys my name is ars and today i came back with the milk!! i love this stupid dude sm im not joking i want him so bad...this is...angst...kinda....,,anyways sighh if i had this guy in front of me i would do things i cant say out loud(worship himgrrr) inspired by this song(idk how to put the little one sorryyyy :( )

The Venomshank in his hand was slipping as Griefer stared at you, a whirlwind of emotions crashing through him. How could he even think about doing this? Was he completely out of his mind? Maybe. Maybe his dad was right when he told him to stop everything just minutes before. Stop the chaos. Stop all of this.

Griefer couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. You looked absolutely stunning, even with a sword pointed at his throat. Strange, wasn’t it? How he could find beauty in this moment of tension and heartbreak.

Finally, the Venomshank clattered to the floor, the sound hollow as it echoed in the room, just as the tears started to form in his eyes. He was a jerk, wasn’t he? He had to be. The look in your eyes—it was different now. The first time he saw you, there was something there. Strength, maybe? Bravery? He couldn’t quite put his finger on it back then. But now? Now your eyes were filled with pity, with sadness. And it killed him inside. 

Maybe it was because those butterflies he felt in his stomach the first time he laid eyes on you weren’t just in his head. He had tried to tell himself it was the voices whispering in his mind, telling him to destroy everything—to destroy you. Break your bones, break your spirit, break you entirely. But could he? He didn’t think he could. No, not anymore. Not with these unfamiliar emotions flooding through him. His sword lay forgotten on the ground, and soon enough, he was on his knees too, crumbling in front of you, lost in the depth of your eyes. He sobbed, and it was pathetic—he felt pathetic.

Still, he crawled toward you, his movements slow, almost hesitant. His trembling hands reached out, grabbing hold of your clothes like a lifeline. His fingers clutched the fabric, his tears soaking through as he began to cry even harder.

"I’M S0RR7… I’M S0RR7…"

Griefer’s voice broke as he repeated the words over and over like a broken record. He wanted to apologize for everything he had done, for all the pain he caused. You deserved that much. His tears soaked into your clothes, and he didn’t even notice when you slowly got down on your knees and wrapped your arms around him. 

He cried harder, burying his face in your neck, his hands still clutching at you as if he were afraid you’d disappear. 

"I'M S0RR7… F0R EVE7YTH1NG… I’M S0RR7, I’M S0RR7…"

But something in him began to calm down as your hands moved through his hair, gently stroking it, soothing him. You whispered that it was alright, and though he wasn’t sure if he could believe it, with you telling him so gently, he started to think—maybe it really was. His heart felt strange, warm in a way that was foreign to him.

When you gently pulled back to look at him, he tried to hide his face in embarrassment, but you wouldn’t let him. You took his cheeks in your hands and gazed into his eyes. And just like that, the pity he feared seeing wasn’t there. Instead, it was something warm, something tender that he didn’t fully understand.

…

When it was all over—after so much crying from both him and his dad—you were preparing to leave, taking the Venomshank with you. Griefer watched you as you moved toward the door, your back to him. He wasn’t sure why, but something inside him panicked at the thought of you walking away. 

Summoning the last bit of courage he had, he moved toward you and gently took your hand. When you turned to face him, the sunlight spilling in through the window made you look almost ethereal, more radiant than ever in his eyes. 

"S0RR7," he whispered one more time, his voice soft but sincere.

You comforted him again, offering a few more words of reassurance. He stood there, staring at you as if you were the light itself, realizing that no matter how bright the sun was, it couldn’t compare to the way you made him feel.

kisses him anyways!! uh this is shit tbh but yeah i love him a lot