alternianAvenues [AA] is a mutual blog for all of my (@sirenetica) fantrolls. You can refer to me as AA or Soup with he/they pronouns!
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attack i finally finished for @sirenetica !! i've literally been looking forward to drawing these two all year long and i'm so happy with how this came out :33
:t’d be funny, and :t’d piss Tehatl off. :’ve never been to 1 of these before, but : can :mag:ne th:s :s the sort of th:ng you’d want 2 w:n for bragg:n r:ghts, wh:ch :’m all about. That, and who doesn’t want a good look:n k:ng 2 look at all n:ght long? :’m not gonna tell ya you should vote for me, but there’s really no reason not 2.
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful mansion in the forests of Alternia. Perched on the banks of a heart shaped lake, this hive spent it's nights and days in relative peace. It was secluded and sparsely lived in - and within its walls it held a beauty that many a poet would sing songs about. Locked within it's walls, the beauty spent his time among the gardens tending to the roses and trees and speaking to the birds and rabbits that came to visit. Every living soul who came across this long lost princess adored him, whether they be troll, animal, or lusii.
But the fairy tale of the lost, secluded princess couldn't go on forever. Every story has it's beginning, it's troubles, and then it's end - and the princess's story was no different.
The moment the first snows touched the tips of the dying leaves of the mansion's woods, the princess locked himself in his chambers and began to plan. To end this story, to free him from his self imposed imprisonment, he must plan and throw the loveliest ball that Alternia has never seen and locate himself a King, Queen, and Couturier to reign over the winter courts.
And so it begun! Invites were sent enmasse - every troll that had a name, an inbox, or even stood still long enough for someone to find them had an invite in their hands! Dyed parchments with hand-lettered illuminated text told every citizen of the world of the princess's troubles, his desire to seat new royalty upon the 12th Perigee Ball throne.
Come one, come all, in your finest livery, to showcase to everyone that you have what it takes to become a divine ruler.
While trolls were hard at work preparing for the competition with dreams of gold and rewriting history, the princess beseeched the finest magicians he knew to come and glamor his hive to match the occasion. Almost overnight the mansion was transformed! Castle ramparts replaced plastered walls, golden molding framed each window and deep purple and gold carpets lined the halls - and the finest craftsmen the world has ever seen came to staff his kitchens and halls, turning even the sleepiest, quietest woodland hive into a bustling castle.
When the day of reckoning came, it was almost as though the princess had picked up her castle and placed it in another magical world. The closer guests came, the less snow there was. Dead plants transformed into vibrant living trees, dusted with ice and snow yet kept alive through the magic of the druids he beseeched in honeyed words to help. Magical beasts roamed through the trees, unicorns were glimpsed through the bushes as they watched the guests and even a small dragon flew overhead - guiding each guest through the timeless woods to the castle within.
Even the courtyard itself seemed as though it was from another, more divine world! The fountain was resplendent with glittering, gold water, a delicate tree made of silver and bearing ruby red apples stood as its centerpiece. A troll draped in loose white robes perched on the edges of the pond offered the apples to select passersby, promising them with a wink that a single bite will afford them the beauty and immortality of the gods if they were brave enough. Wizened storytellers entertained the guests with dramatic tales of the gods, of trolls with wings who flew too close to the sun, of trolls so brave to defy the gods that they sat in eternal agony in their punishments. Glided foods passed through the crowds on silver platters carried by trolls with wings on their feet and no troll was turned away from being treated like nobles.
But this was just a taste of what was to come! It wasn't long before the hidden magical grove had hit it's capacity - and it was time to allow the guests entrance to the castle. Knights formed at the castle entrance to welcome the Princess as horns announced his arrival and the crowds parted before the opening doors.
The Princess Kilran Barbas, in all his glory, stood behind the carved wooden doors as they opened flanked on both sides by knights in full gilded armor. Dressed in a tyrian pink dress dripping with clear crystals and gold, one would almost mistake his own caste! Gone was his normal orange and even his eyes were tinted the royal pink of Alternian royalty and his round face was framed with fins that even fluttered in the cool night air.
His powdered cheeks dimpled as he took in the crowds of the ball and he spread his jeweled hands to address them all. “Welcome, guests!” Kilran called out. “To the 12th Perigee Ball! I am yet again honored to host again this sweep, and I am excited to see the enthusiasm everyone has brought to my hive. Nothing brings me more joy than seeing your smiling faces! This event isn’t about wealth, or notoriety, or connections - but rather, the warmth we all share by being together this time of the sweep. Whether you came with a date or if you came alone, know that you are what makes this night truly special.”
“So please, come inside - and enjoy the Majesty and Mythos I’ve prepared for you this evening.”
With a wave of his hands and a delicate bow of his head, Kilran and his guards stepped aside as the guests surged forward to enter the mansion.
Guests entering the mansion may have thought they stepped into another world on the drive up to the grounds but they truly were not prepared for how they were transported into another realm entirely when they entered the halls. The normal ceiling of the ball was gone - replaced by clouds and constellations that seemed to hang and change in real time above their heads. Plush velvet carpets edged in gold lead the guests through the brick castle walls and knights stood at the ready as the crowds were guided through the lavish and rich decor of the castle. The grand gallery was the first place they were taken. The halls were framed with large, oil paintings of the Kings and Queens and Couturiers of sweeps past, resplendent and lit with torches that burned brighter than the passion of those who viewed them. They were a story long since told - and at the end of the hall stood two blank canvasses, painters waiting at the sides, ready to write the end of this tale. Next to these canvasses sat the prizes of the night: the crowns of the King and Queen and the resplendent royal cape of the Couturier, standing upon spinning pedestal so they caught the light from the foyer's torches in their glittering jewels.
The story was just beginning, the myth just starting to be told - and at the end of the night, it will have it's finest ending with three trolls ascending from the masses to join the history books, to be recognized and loved and have their story told from now until the end of time.
So how will this story end? What kind of king or queen will free the princess from his cursed solitude?
Well, that remains to be seen, wouldn’t it? But until the ink finally dries on the storybook, why not enjoy yourselves?
Turns out being formally diagnosed and getting proper treatment for those diagnoses isn't easy even with insurance, which means I gotta make a lil more money!! If I wanna continue treatment for my OCD, ADHD, BD, and BED, I gotta open up a few new slots this month! If you'd like to help me afford a ride to my appointments or pay for some of my meds, you can [buy me a boba] on Kofi 💙
I'm now opening INK BUSTS like these for 45 USD each, or + 20 USD with color! These are super quick comms I can knock out in one sitting once started, and I really missed working with that inking pen 🥺
SLOTS -> 45 USD, DM to claim!
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COLOR -> + 20 USD
SCUFFS/BRUISES/BLOOD -> + 5 USD
ETA -> 1 week. Typically started within 24hrs of payment.
Examples of other ink bust style comms under the readmore!
only reason im telling you this is because on the wristband they gave me they had a pronouns section but instead of just putting down my pronouns there was a barcode you could scan
its just a very funny visual. probably real as fuck for some of you
