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@helrdw0r110
independent & private original character . based on my current project ‘PROJ. STARLIGHT’ . flexible canon, adapted to a roleplay setting . has various verses and AUs available as well .
CARRD .
untagged queue posting ; always accepting memes regardless of date ; on hiatus !
asks ;; 0 drafts ;; 2
quick tags ;; MEMES . HEADCANONS . MUN ART . AESTHETICS . PROMO .
thinking i might move dad on over to @tesseractis so i dont have an extra blog to forget about manage
took me over a month but he’s officially over there now :]
thinking i might move dad on over to @tesseractis so i dont have an extra blog to forget about manage
PATREON . GEN. COMMISSIONS + INFORMATION + TOS .
100$ FLAT; COLORED, SHADED, RENDERED. CAN WORK WITH VAGUE OR COMPLEX DESCRIPTIONS.
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PATREON . GEN. COMMISSIONS + INFORMATION + TOS .
100$ FLAT; COLORED, SHADED, RENDERED. CAN WORK WITH VAGUE OR COMPLEX DESCRIPTIONS.
REBLOGS > LIKES ; I NEED TO MAKE RENT.
PATREON . GEN. COMMISSIONS + INFORMATION + TOS .
100$ FLAT; COLORED, SHADED, RENDERED. CAN WORK WITH VAGUE OR COMPLEX DESCRIPTIONS.
REBLOGS > LIKES ; I NEED TO MAKE RENT.
i hope everyone has a Happy Birthday. and a merry New Year :)
hey hi hello, i made a patreon :]
if you enjoy my work and want to see me make more of it, i’d really appreciate it if you checked me out there!
reblogs > likes
commissions for june are open now too!
got new urgent bills to pay on top of our usual ones, boosting this would be a huge help
i want to. bring this back. bringing a! in a person suit back.
thinking too much about this. yell at me if you want an ask from person suit a!
what might play if you decide to fight dad,,,,,
i want to. bring this back. bringing a! in a person suit back.
grow up .
wolfvirago:
@helrdw0r110 - s.c.
Whenever something strange came to the woods, the spirits would whisper. Robin would hear it. A low, long beckoning sound. Investigate. Stare into the abyss, and learn why it cries in alarm.
The shifter followed the path, one she had walked many times before. But never had it felt like this… Like someone was tugging at her throat, digging and clawing at repressed emotions. Her stomach flares in tingles of panic, breath rising and falling rapidly the closer she approaches.
The world seems frozen. Not even the birds sing. Something sits at the base of the largest tree in the forest, like an offering, like a Buddha basking in the sunlight, finding peace. Reality flickers and cracks, before soothing itself.
Robin swallows, approaching slowly. “Who are you?” Her voice is soft, as if raising it an octave higher would destroy the dream-like illusion the Worm has created within this once-holy place.
ONCE-HOLY, the Being sitting at the base of the tree shifts slightly to the side, weak and unbalanced. Dizzied. A bit lost and drifting; Robin’s voice does not pull it from its stupor immediately. Hands raised to the tree’s bark jerk and twitch, digging into the bark, pushing and pulling at the fibers as if they were soft skin. The wood buried inside weeps sap, honey dripping down over ruined hands -
Something dark and serpentine shifts under the skin of its neck - a twig snaps and it whips its head back to see just who had disturbed its worship. PEACE DOES NOT MATCH ITS FACE, yet it does not seem upset in the slightest, kindly and old in its demeanor. You could place it as middle aged and feminine, if you so desired. It squints in the sunlight, looking Robin over in silence before deciding her not to be a threat and returning to its ‘work’.
A PAINTER.
It speaks, voice unfitting of the body it drifts from, cracked and off-tone. Fingers scoop the sap up, spreading it in sweeping arcs from the center of the tear.
WOULD YOU LIKE TO JOIN ME?
It blinked and slowly looked down at its dirty, dirty hands. It did not feel anything. It did not feel anything. The nervous system it had severed with its Arrival seemed to be finally dying as it did not recall the sensation of her hand in its. It slowly - fidgeting, twitching - slowly laced its bubbling blood and festering skin-covered hands together. Its grip tightened.
When it suddenly wrenched its fingers down into its own skin and tore OUTWARDS, the skin-muscle-flesh-bone simply slipped from its body. There was no blood remaining, the cleanly removed half-arm simply falling to the ground. It made no noise - it felt no pain - its arm was back, black crystalline structures replacing the mortal flesh it once had. A sudden existence, a “blink and you’ll miss it” instance.
Its other arm was soon to follow.
It still could not feel anything. It did not want to feel. It did not want to feel. Eyes slowly trailed along the removed mounds of flesh now lying on the ground. What did it want? To feel? It wanted to feel.
It finally, finally made a noise - a metallic hummmm - eyes cast downward, halos gleaming. It did not want to be alone. It did not want to be here, alone, lonely, in solitude [AGAIN].
come see the truth
ONLOOKER.
noun
a nonparticipating observer; a spectator.
“The world is a place filled with unkindness. People hold hands only to die in the streets, their suffering immeasurable despite being surrounded with opulence. Unseen chains keep their hands tied as the kings and queens stand above them, their bloodstained hands rinsed and dried, eyes turned away from the pain they inflict. A crucifixion then. A crucifixion of billions, all for a momentary speck of power. I saw an onlooker staring out over the scene, eyes wide and filled with curiosity. I wondered to myself ‘Why do they not stop the violence they see? Why do they not offer a hand out of this bleak place? They know of its wrongness, yet they stand there rooted in place, yielding to the horrors of reality from the comfort of their safe abode. It was then that I decided I hated them.”
rage-reloaded:
◌∘♚∘◌ ❝ … ❞
They’re staring very intently at their map, as if trying to decipher where they’d taken a wrong turn. If one would glimpse over their shoulder, you would notice that about half the map is quite well drawn and annotated. The other half was barely comprehensible scribbles and messy blots of ink that had dripped from the pen used to ‘complete’ said map.
The ink blindly stares back, silent for a while. It couldn’t help but obscure the fine details with obscurity being the essence of its very nature, yet it was not this way out of malice. It could tell this young one was lost, so in all of the deity’s great power, it politely twisted itself into an arrow on the paper.
← LEFT.
