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For art ideas: Nepeta (homestuck), Candy Apple Cookie (CRK), or Kalim Al-Asim (TWST)
HI!!! Sorry I have been so busy at work but I did manage to finish a cute little candy apple cookie drawing :-)
Also started nepeta concepts and hopefully will draw kalim soon hehe <3
Thank you so much for sharing your favs with me for art ideas !!! I love all of these creachures SOOOO much <333333
Current fandom/character obsession?
(Need art ideas)
Recent Pinterest inspired stamp doodling + other recents (ft. dnd session doodle from today)
(Idk why she’s so fuzzy ??)
OC Dump/Dedication Post — Natalija 🌿🌀
Idk bye :3
4 Non Selfie Pics
Thank you @magpiepills ! I don’t have many photos on my phone that aren’t nudes or selfies, hopefully these will suffice.
1. A mouse toy I found on my side of the bed. Thank you, kitty boys 🥹
2. A half-empty bottle of cherry coke with some roses placed inside. I saw this on a walk and told my fiancé to take a picture of it on his film camera. I think he did good!
3. Nudie playing cards on a cute rolling tray.
4. A mouse toy put in my bowl of popcorn. Gizmo’s doing.
@cvntoid @xmunsn @lunarlilith @kittendreamsofmurder @chainsawgvtsfvck your turn guys 💕
This is my time to shine. I never take pictures of myself unless an event is happening lol
1. Tigger but model version
2. Tigger but silly. I have so many pictures of Tigger
3. A rainbow on one of my last days at school
4. The stage from the last production I acted in (The Spitfire Grill)
@maxii-star @manateeteaparty @viiviidlights @fromthebunkers your turn! <3
I’m going to do this with some random art wips <3
1. OC doodling !! The lovely Priya <3 (dnd character I have yet to play in a campaign that’s been brewing for years)
2. Deltarune analog horror shitposting (I just couldn’t find my apple pencil so the finger sketch looked insane)
3. Natalija posting!!! The silly TWST OC ever
4. Hunger games OC … arena outfit … yeahg 💔
I’m too lazy to tag people and this is the only thing I’d join in on so !! Bai now <3
Nonsensical Zine — Finished
Would love to hear your interpretations or thoughts !!
A never-ending hunger for power that consumes all and leaves naught but despair in its wake. This night, too, shall be embraced in its all-enconpassing maw.
The lights in the auditorium flickered slowly - a sign that most audience members might have taken to mean that the show will resume momentarily.
It wouldn't have been an unreasonable assumption, certainly - after all, the sound of moving rigging could be heard, as well as the (presumably) eager shuffling of actors and crew members behind the scenes.
Of course, the shuffling turned into an argument that began to grow in volume, going from hushed whispers to borderline shouting behind as some sort of conflict unfolded backstage.
As the lights flickered, the movement slowly became more erratic, almost dangerously so. An anguished cry rang out from behind the curtains, and what looked to be ink began to leak from underneath, emitting an acrid scent that filled the room.
The entire room fell into a brief silence as lightbulbs began to burst, covering the room in a pitch black darkness, a sound that only grew into a crescendo as the curtains were struck by an unseen force, sending them hurtling to the ground with a crash.
The auditorium was sent into a panic as students, staff, and guests alike began scrambling about and a shaky voice quickly came over the speakers.
"Attention all guests: Please evacuate the premises immediately. The emergency lights will activate momentarily, so please try to remain calm as you exit- there will be staff members on the scene to redirect you to a safe lo-"
Another crash was heard, followed by another cry.
As the voice on the intercom had stated, though, the emergency lights did indeed flicker on. The salvation from the darkness did not last long, though, before the light was quickly absorbed by something in the darkness.
Those who looked at the stage could, for the briefest moment, see something unfathomably massive hulking about before being enveloped once more in shadows.
( @night-raven-miscellany)
(✨️hi you cannot say you wanna play dolls and NOT EXPECT ME TO BE SO EXCITED AND SEND STUFF YOUR WAY HAI HAI HAI there could have definitely been a better introxuction to this but idc wahooooooooo)
Natalija anxiously looked around the auditorium. This was the first she’d seen of this kind of theatrical production, and she wasn’t quite sure if this was scripted or not.
The panicked gasps and whispers told her it was not.
“Everybody please find the nearest exit and leave in an orderly manner-”
She got up from the plush seat, knees knocking and hinges squeaking far louder than she would’ve hoped.
“Think Natalija… remember what Baba Mila told you. The stories. The magic. Maybe something can help. Maybe… maybe…”
She couldn’t think. Not when everyone was rushing past her. Some screaming. Some breathing. Too heavily. Too much.
She should just leave. She doesn’t know Casimir that well. Just the passing hallway conversation and class. She really should just leave. But she couldn’t.
She found she couldn’t do anything but stand there and watch.
Because she understood. She knew exactly how it felt. To be mocked so openly. Lose control. And she couldn’t abandon Casimir.
She couldn’t abandon her past self.
She balled up her fists, nails pressing firmly into her palms.
“Deep breaths. Just breathe.”
She released her hands, wiping them against her rumpled skirt. Glancing upwards, all she could see was darkness. Even so, she began to advance towards the stage.
“Casimir…? Cas… I um. I’m here. I don’t want to startle you…”
Her voice came out in varied volumes, cracking out louder than she intended or as if it were only a breath. She cursed herself under her breath.
“Casimir?”
“…”
“I’m sorry.”
She squinted, trying to make out anything- any movement or shapes at all that would indicate Casimir was even there. But it was just her and the darkness.
She did a quick check before hiking up her skirt and crawling up and over the lip of the stage. And yet, right after she hurled herself onstage she made eye contact with someone in the wings. A very panicked rat beastman.
Right. James.
“There goes my pride… let’s just hope he didn’t see me practically roll on the floor.”
There are more pressing matters at hand anyhow. She could be embarrassed later.
Steeling herself, she was finally able to project her voice calmly.
“James… where is Casimir.”
"Excellent question," the rat beastman replied as flatly as he could, though the panic and confusion in his voice was evident. "I cant exactly see anything considering how dark it is in here... but I'd wager that hes probably attached to whatever that thing center stage is..."
Of course, he HAD seen phantoms before. Kinda came with the territory of being an NRC student this year by this point. But a phantom that large? Nuh uh. He completely lacked any sort of experience with it.
"Sevens I should have SAID something before..." He muttered, his tail thumping softly against the ground in agitation. "This... ugh this is..."
He flinched as something shattered in the background.
"Is everyone out, at least? Cast and crew were the first ones out back here. My exit was cut off... and I cant exactly make one right now... but- wait, why on earth are you back here anyways, Natalija?! This is hardly the place for anyone to be venturing of their own free will?!"
-
A faint flash of light from audience members still evacuating illuminated the surroundings for only a moment, revealing a pair of shimmering orange eyes in the darkness. The aura of the light seemed to be sucked towards the gleaming eyes, only to go out upon getting too close to them. A sound of shifting followed, the boards of the stage creaking slightly as the weight on them seemed to change.
"...I just wanted everything to go without issue. This was supposed to be my moment... my true time to shine!" A small voice echoed throughout the auditorium. "And yet... and yet EVERYTHING was ruined!"
The scent of ink continued to permeate the air as pools of the stuff began flowing across the floor, globs of it forming and shooting off towards the ceiling and walls.
"Why... why did it have to be like this!? Why does everyone and everything want me to fail... is this really my fate?! Do... do I really have to play their part?
...
No... no no no! I'm- I'm the villain! I... I have to prove to them that I have my own part! Not the one they want me in... but..."
He seemed confused, by the sounds of his voice. Not sure what this all meant, but seemingly still certain of what must be done as a result of it - at least, in his eyes.
-
"Well... I suppose that might answer our question." James remarked, pointing to the pair of glowing eyes delivering a rather poignant-sounding aside. "But it's nearly impossible to tell how we're going to get there... Sevens this makes me nauseous..."
“Ah.”
Natalija huffed out, pinching her brows together.
“How would they get there?”
She did her best to assess the scene unfolding in front of them. Casimir’s monologue had at least informed her of something.
She was way in over her head.
Besides that painfully obvious point, it did also help pinpoint where he was.
“To answer your previous question James, I truly do not know what I’m doing here either.”
She sucked in a shaky breath to steady herself.
“But I know exactly what that poor boy is going through.”
Looking back at the rat beastman he just quirked an eyebrow at her as she continued.
“My baba would tell me stories when I was a child. Ones of spirits and demons. Of rage and devastation…”
She cleared her throat anxiously.
“I’m not suggesting he’s possessed, but-”
She was cut off by a shudder throughout the stage floorboards.
“Oh bože moj…”
She had been talking too much hadn’t she.
…
"Natalija. While I dont dispute your own stories, things here are still... quite different from what you're familiar with." James said, standing up from his small spot in the corner. "I guess you could say hes 'possessed' in the sense that he isn't... entirely himself at the moment. I think the only demons here, though, are his own..."
He pressed up against the wall, finding a spot that he could use to navigate to some degree.
"You've faced overblots before, right? Or is this your first time?" James asked, but did not seem to wait for an answer.
He sighed, trying to create a glimmer of light with his pen, only for it to be sucked in by the phantom and the boy at the center of it all.
"Shit... still not working... he's practically eating anything that lights up..."
-
"...Are you merely going to stand there...?" Casimir asked, his attention drawn to his remaining "audience". "Or have you come to gawk at my misfortune? My failure, years and years in the making? My fate, coming to crush me in its unrelenting, monstrous grasp?!"
The phantom behind him placed a heavy hand on the ground, sending ink splashing in every direction.
"I... I never asked for this... I tried time and again to avoid force but... is this really the only solution?!" Casimir mused to no one, turning back out towards the empty chairs. "If I tear it all apart... perhaps then I will finally have my own say in things."
“An overblot? Is that what this is?”
Natalija glanced between Casimir and James. The latter just gave her a short nod.
“You’re right… this is different than my world.”
She rummaged around the folds of the sash around her waist, procuring a few small pouches of herbs.
“But that doesn’t mean I can’t try to help. Even if it makes no sense.”
She clung tightly to her false confidence as she dropped to her knees and opened the bags she had just procured.
Muttering a short prayer into her cupped hands, she looked upwards at Casimir.
“You don’t have to destroy anything. Don’t play their game Casimir. You’re better than that.”
Her voice had a newfound resonance to it, and if it weren’t for the slight wobble when she stood up she would’ve convinced herself she knew what she was doing.
“I know what it’s like for things to all come crashing down. To be mocked so openly.”
She began to circle the faint silhouette of Casimir’s being- slowly, as not to add tension- and sprinkling the crushed herbs onto the stage.
“But the truth is… they don’t deserve your anger. This is what they want. A reaction. To rattle you. To make you a villain.”
…
“And though you make… quite a compelling one- it’s not worth it. Don’t give them that satisfaction Casimir.”
She closed the circle of herbs, standing in front of him once more.
“My baba used to make me tea with these plants as a child. Whenever I fought with my mother or got too anxious she’d brew me a pot.”
…
“Anger is a malicious thing that clouds your judgment. And fear is even worse.”
She cautiously stepped in towards Casimir and looked up expectantly. Her pulse was violently beating in her throat. She had tempted fate enough; it was time to reap what she had sown.
"Right... you might not have gotten to actually see one up close... honestly, most of us could've said that a year ago, but now? It's... nevermind. I'll explain it all later.
James sighed, following closely behind Natalija, pen clutched in hand with pale knuckles and an iron grip in case he needed to throw up a shield.
Casimir's eyebrow lifted ever so slightly at the herbs that had been sprinkled about the stage.
'How curious...' He thought, not sure of how to react, but still intrigued. It really just confused him more than anything, but even in such a state he could recognize how everyone had their... unique methods.
"... You claim to know me? Know my struggle?" He asked, stepping forwards, bare feet echoing across the stage as the boy, practically draped in tattered clothing, became ever so slightly more visible. "... no... you really don't. You don't know how I got here..."
"Natalija, I suggest that we-"
"No, no. Allow me to elucidate." He said. "A grand monologue. The part where the villain reveals a plan, or a backstory... this is fitting."
Casimir stared deep into Natalija's eyes, eyes like a midnight blaze.
"I was given this part long ago. Before, I was what you'd think of as... someone in the background. A cameo. A nameless ensemble member. But once, I was given the role of a villain... and the people loved it. So I took it upon myself to become what they wanted to see.
It became an obsession, almost. Or... perhaps a defense? Still, I loved it, no matter what ridicule I faced after that. I was the villain, then. Perhaps I was mocked, but at least I was noticed...
But the people that noticed it weren't the ones that mattered. I have constantly been trying to prove myself. To the audience. To my peers. To my family."
Casimir turned away, blot rippling under his feet as he stepped across the stage with practiced ease; like an insect on the water.
"But no one listened, even after I finally found the most ideal character! I took on this role and clearly I didn't do good enough! I just want people to notice me. To talk to me normally. To be proud of me. I... if I dropped this role, I'd go back to how things were before... I need this. Truly."
Natalija dropped her head and let out a slow breath.
“Trust me. All I ever wanted was to fade into the background. But I was always. Dragged. Back.”
She clucked her tongue, pressing her eyelids closed to prevent the anger from rising in her voice.
“Do you really think this will end here? That they’ll treat you “normally”? With you becoming the villain they’ve always seemingly wanted you to be? Because if it were me, I wouldn’t.”
She crossed her hands in front of her chest defiantly.
“This performance has to end Casimir. You aren’t a villain. You are a fantastic actor, but you’re telling me you’d risk destroying everything and everyone in this school just to get a nod of approval? Hells, if everyone is wiped out who would you even have to seek that reaction out?”
She bit her tongue, stepping back from the scene.
“You have to accept yourself, Casimir. Staking your life’s worth on someone else’s opinion is… costly. Deadly.”
She could feel a shiver of goosebumps as the last memory she could recall before her arrival on campus ran through her mind.
“If this is truly what you want, then so be it. Go on. But don’t pretend to be someone you are not. You’ll only end up sacrificing in the end.”
She began to move away before swiftly turning back and marching up to Casimir. She crouched, placing a small cornflower in front of her peer, vibrant blue contrasting with the stage flooring.
“For protection. May you find your peace.”
And with that she turned around and began to exit to the wings.
A never-ending hunger for power that consumes all and leaves naught but despair in its wake. This night, too, shall be embraced in its all-enconpassing maw.
The lights in the auditorium flickered slowly - a sign that most audience members might have taken to mean that the show will resume momentarily.
It wouldn't have been an unreasonable assumption, certainly - after all, the sound of moving rigging could be heard, as well as the (presumably) eager shuffling of actors and crew members behind the scenes.
Of course, the shuffling turned into an argument that began to grow in volume, going from hushed whispers to borderline shouting behind as some sort of conflict unfolded backstage.
As the lights flickered, the movement slowly became more erratic, almost dangerously so. An anguished cry rang out from behind the curtains, and what looked to be ink began to leak from underneath, emitting an acrid scent that filled the room.
The entire room fell into a brief silence as lightbulbs began to burst, covering the room in a pitch black darkness, a sound that only grew into a crescendo as the curtains were struck by an unseen force, sending them hurtling to the ground with a crash.
The auditorium was sent into a panic as students, staff, and guests alike began scrambling about and a shaky voice quickly came over the speakers.
"Attention all guests: Please evacuate the premises immediately. The emergency lights will activate momentarily, so please try to remain calm as you exit- there will be staff members on the scene to redirect you to a safe lo-"
Another crash was heard, followed by another cry.
As the voice on the intercom had stated, though, the emergency lights did indeed flicker on. The salvation from the darkness did not last long, though, before the light was quickly absorbed by something in the darkness.
Those who looked at the stage could, for the briefest moment, see something unfathomably massive hulking about before being enveloped once more in shadows.
( @night-raven-miscellany)
(✨️hi you cannot say you wanna play dolls and NOT EXPECT ME TO BE SO EXCITED AND SEND STUFF YOUR WAY HAI HAI HAI there could have definitely been a better introxuction to this but idc wahooooooooo)
Natalija anxiously looked around the auditorium. This was the first she’d seen of this kind of theatrical production, and she wasn’t quite sure if this was scripted or not.
The panicked gasps and whispers told her it was not.
“Everybody please find the nearest exit and leave in an orderly manner-”
She got up from the plush seat, knees knocking and hinges squeaking far louder than she would’ve hoped.
“Think Natalija… remember what Baba Mila told you. The stories. The magic. Maybe something can help. Maybe… maybe…”
She couldn’t think. Not when everyone was rushing past her. Some screaming. Some breathing. Too heavily. Too much.
She should just leave. She doesn’t know Casimir that well. Just the passing hallway conversation and class. She really should just leave. But she couldn’t.
She found she couldn’t do anything but stand there and watch.
Because she understood. She knew exactly how it felt. To be mocked so openly. Lose control. And she couldn’t abandon Casimir.
She couldn’t abandon her past self.
She balled up her fists, nails pressing firmly into her palms.
“Deep breaths. Just breathe.”
She released her hands, wiping them against her rumpled skirt. Glancing upwards, all she could see was darkness. Even so, she began to advance towards the stage.
“Casimir…? Cas… I um. I’m here. I don’t want to startle you…”
Her voice came out in varied volumes, cracking out louder than she intended or as if it were only a breath. She cursed herself under her breath.
“Casimir?”
“…”
“I’m sorry.”
She squinted, trying to make out anything- any movement or shapes at all that would indicate Casimir was even there. But it was just her and the darkness.
She did a quick check before hiking up her skirt and crawling up and over the lip of the stage. And yet, right after she hurled herself onstage she made eye contact with someone in the wings. A very panicked rat beastman.
Right. James.
“There goes my pride… let’s just hope he didn’t see me practically roll on the floor.”
There are more pressing matters at hand anyhow. She could be embarrassed later.
Steeling herself, she was finally able to project her voice calmly.
“James… where is Casimir.”
"Excellent question," the rat beastman replied as flatly as he could, though the panic and confusion in his voice was evident. "I cant exactly see anything considering how dark it is in here... but I'd wager that hes probably attached to whatever that thing center stage is..."
Of course, he HAD seen phantoms before. Kinda came with the territory of being an NRC student this year by this point. But a phantom that large? Nuh uh. He completely lacked any sort of experience with it.
"Sevens I should have SAID something before..." He muttered, his tail thumping softly against the ground in agitation. "This... ugh this is..."
He flinched as something shattered in the background.
"Is everyone out, at least? Cast and crew were the first ones out back here. My exit was cut off... and I cant exactly make one right now... but- wait, why on earth are you back here anyways, Natalija?! This is hardly the place for anyone to be venturing of their own free will?!"
-
A faint flash of light from audience members still evacuating illuminated the surroundings for only a moment, revealing a pair of shimmering orange eyes in the darkness. The aura of the light seemed to be sucked towards the gleaming eyes, only to go out upon getting too close to them. A sound of shifting followed, the boards of the stage creaking slightly as the weight on them seemed to change.
"...I just wanted everything to go without issue. This was supposed to be my moment... my true time to shine!" A small voice echoed throughout the auditorium. "And yet... and yet EVERYTHING was ruined!"
The scent of ink continued to permeate the air as pools of the stuff began flowing across the floor, globs of it forming and shooting off towards the ceiling and walls.
"Why... why did it have to be like this!? Why does everyone and everything want me to fail... is this really my fate?! Do... do I really have to play their part?
...
No... no no no! I'm- I'm the villain! I... I have to prove to them that I have my own part! Not the one they want me in... but..."
He seemed confused, by the sounds of his voice. Not sure what this all meant, but seemingly still certain of what must be done as a result of it - at least, in his eyes.
-
"Well... I suppose that might answer our question." James remarked, pointing to the pair of glowing eyes delivering a rather poignant-sounding aside. "But it's nearly impossible to tell how we're going to get there... Sevens this makes me nauseous..."
“Ah.”
Natalija huffed out, pinching her brows together.
“How would they get there?”
She did her best to assess the scene unfolding in front of them. Casimir’s monologue had at least informed her of something.
She was way in over her head.
Besides that painfully obvious point, it did also help pinpoint where he was.
“To answer your previous question James, I truly do not know what I’m doing here either.”
She sucked in a shaky breath to steady herself.
“But I know exactly what that poor boy is going through.”
Looking back at the rat beastman he just quirked an eyebrow at her as she continued.
“My baba would tell me stories when I was a child. Ones of spirits and demons. Of rage and devastation…”
She cleared her throat anxiously.
“I’m not suggesting he’s possessed, but-”
She was cut off by a shudder throughout the stage floorboards.
“Oh bože moj…”
She had been talking too much hadn’t she.
…
"Natalija. While I dont dispute your own stories, things here are still... quite different from what you're familiar with." James said, standing up from his small spot in the corner. "I guess you could say hes 'possessed' in the sense that he isn't... entirely himself at the moment. I think the only demons here, though, are his own..."
He pressed up against the wall, finding a spot that he could use to navigate to some degree.
"You've faced overblots before, right? Or is this your first time?" James asked, but did not seem to wait for an answer.
He sighed, trying to create a glimmer of light with his pen, only for it to be sucked in by the phantom and the boy at the center of it all.
"Shit... still not working... he's practically eating anything that lights up..."
-
"...Are you merely going to stand there...?" Casimir asked, his attention drawn to his remaining "audience". "Or have you come to gawk at my misfortune? My failure, years and years in the making? My fate, coming to crush me in its unrelenting, monstrous grasp?!"
The phantom behind him placed a heavy hand on the ground, sending ink splashing in every direction.
"I... I never asked for this... I tried time and again to avoid force but... is this really the only solution?!" Casimir mused to no one, turning back out towards the empty chairs. "If I tear it all apart... perhaps then I will finally have my own say in things."
“An overblot? Is that what this is?”
Natalija glanced between Casimir and James. The latter just gave her a short nod.
“You’re right… this is different than my world.”
She rummaged around the folds of the sash around her waist, procuring a few small pouches of herbs.
“But that doesn’t mean I can’t try to help. Even if it makes no sense.”
She clung tightly to her false confidence as she dropped to her knees and opened the bags she had just procured.
Muttering a short prayer into her cupped hands, she looked upwards at Casimir.
“You don’t have to destroy anything. Don’t play their game Casimir. You’re better than that.”
Her voice had a newfound resonance to it, and if it weren’t for the slight wobble when she stood up she would’ve convinced herself she knew what she was doing.
“I know what it’s like for things to all come crashing down. To be mocked so openly.”
She began to circle the faint silhouette of Casimir’s being- slowly, as not to add tension- and sprinkling the crushed herbs onto the stage.
“But the truth is… they don’t deserve your anger. This is what they want. A reaction. To rattle you. To make you a villain.”
…
“And though you make… quite a compelling one- it’s not worth it. Don’t give them that satisfaction Casimir.”
She closed the circle of herbs, standing in front of him once more.
“My baba used to make me tea with these plants as a child. Whenever I fought with my mother or got too anxious she’d brew me a pot.”
…
“Anger is a malicious thing that clouds your judgment. And fear is even worse.”
She cautiously stepped in towards Casimir and looked up expectantly. Her pulse was violently beating in her throat. She had tempted fate enough; it was time to reap what she had sown.
A never-ending hunger for power that consumes all and leaves naught but despair in its wake. This night, too, shall be embraced in its all-enconpassing maw.
The lights in the auditorium flickered slowly - a sign that most audience members might have taken to mean that the show will resume momentarily.
It wouldn't have been an unreasonable assumption, certainly - after all, the sound of moving rigging could be heard, as well as the (presumably) eager shuffling of actors and crew members behind the scenes.
Of course, the shuffling turned into an argument that began to grow in volume, going from hushed whispers to borderline shouting behind as some sort of conflict unfolded backstage.
As the lights flickered, the movement slowly became more erratic, almost dangerously so. An anguished cry rang out from behind the curtains, and what looked to be ink began to leak from underneath, emitting an acrid scent that filled the room.
The entire room fell into a brief silence as lightbulbs began to burst, covering the room in a pitch black darkness, a sound that only grew into a crescendo as the curtains were struck by an unseen force, sending them hurtling to the ground with a crash.
The auditorium was sent into a panic as students, staff, and guests alike began scrambling about and a shaky voice quickly came over the speakers.
"Attention all guests: Please evacuate the premises immediately. The emergency lights will activate momentarily, so please try to remain calm as you exit- there will be staff members on the scene to redirect you to a safe lo-"
Another crash was heard, followed by another cry.
As the voice on the intercom had stated, though, the emergency lights did indeed flicker on. The salvation from the darkness did not last long, though, before the light was quickly absorbed by something in the darkness.
Those who looked at the stage could, for the briefest moment, see something unfathomably massive hulking about before being enveloped once more in shadows.
( @night-raven-miscellany)
(✨️hi you cannot say you wanna play dolls and NOT EXPECT ME TO BE SO EXCITED AND SEND STUFF YOUR WAY HAI HAI HAI there could have definitely been a better introxuction to this but idc wahooooooooo)
Natalija anxiously looked around the auditorium. This was the first she’d seen of this kind of theatrical production, and she wasn’t quite sure if this was scripted or not.
The panicked gasps and whispers told her it was not.
“Everybody please find the nearest exit and leave in an orderly manner-”
She got up from the plush seat, knees knocking and hinges squeaking far louder than she would’ve hoped.
“Think Natalija… remember what Baba Mila told you. The stories. The magic. Maybe something can help. Maybe… maybe…”
She couldn’t think. Not when everyone was rushing past her. Some screaming. Some breathing. Too heavily. Too much.
She should just leave. She doesn’t know Casimir that well. Just the passing hallway conversation and class. She really should just leave. But she couldn’t.
She found she couldn’t do anything but stand there and watch.
Because she understood. She knew exactly how it felt. To be mocked so openly. Lose control. And she couldn’t abandon Casimir.
She couldn’t abandon her past self.
She balled up her fists, nails pressing firmly into her palms.
“Deep breaths. Just breathe.”
She released her hands, wiping them against her rumpled skirt. Glancing upwards, all she could see was darkness. Even so, she began to advance towards the stage.
“Casimir…? Cas… I um. I’m here. I don’t want to startle you…”
Her voice came out in varied volumes, cracking out louder than she intended or as if it were only a breath. She cursed herself under her breath.
“Casimir?”
“…”
“I’m sorry.”
She squinted, trying to make out anything- any movement or shapes at all that would indicate Casimir was even there. But it was just her and the darkness.
She did a quick check before hiking up her skirt and crawling up and over the lip of the stage. And yet, right after she hurled herself onstage she made eye contact with someone in the wings. A very panicked rat beastman.
Right. James.
“There goes my pride… let’s just hope he didn’t see me practically roll on the floor.”
There are more pressing matters at hand anyhow. She could be embarrassed later.
Steeling herself, she was finally able to project her voice calmly.
“James… where is Casimir.”
"Excellent question," the rat beastman replied as flatly as he could, though the panic and confusion in his voice was evident. "I cant exactly see anything considering how dark it is in here... but I'd wager that hes probably attached to whatever that thing center stage is..."
Of course, he HAD seen phantoms before. Kinda came with the territory of being an NRC student this year by this point. But a phantom that large? Nuh uh. He completely lacked any sort of experience with it.
"Sevens I should have SAID something before..." He muttered, his tail thumping softly against the ground in agitation. "This... ugh this is..."
He flinched as something shattered in the background.
"Is everyone out, at least? Cast and crew were the first ones out back here. My exit was cut off... and I cant exactly make one right now... but- wait, why on earth are you back here anyways, Natalija?! This is hardly the place for anyone to be venturing of their own free will?!"
-
A faint flash of light from audience members still evacuating illuminated the surroundings for only a moment, revealing a pair of shimmering orange eyes in the darkness. The aura of the light seemed to be sucked towards the gleaming eyes, only to go out upon getting too close to them. A sound of shifting followed, the boards of the stage creaking slightly as the weight on them seemed to change.
"...I just wanted everything to go without issue. This was supposed to be my moment... my true time to shine!" A small voice echoed throughout the auditorium. "And yet... and yet EVERYTHING was ruined!"
The scent of ink continued to permeate the air as pools of the stuff began flowing across the floor, globs of it forming and shooting off towards the ceiling and walls.
"Why... why did it have to be like this!? Why does everyone and everything want me to fail... is this really my fate?! Do... do I really have to play their part?
...
No... no no no! I'm- I'm the villain! I... I have to prove to them that I have my own part! Not the one they want me in... but..."
He seemed confused, by the sounds of his voice. Not sure what this all meant, but seemingly still certain of what must be done as a result of it - at least, in his eyes.
-
"Well... I suppose that might answer our question." James remarked, pointing to the pair of glowing eyes delivering a rather poignant-sounding aside. "But it's nearly impossible to tell how we're going to get there... Sevens this makes me nauseous..."
“Ah.”
Natalija huffed out, pinching her brows together.
“How would they get there?”
She did her best to assess the scene unfolding in front of them. Casimir’s monologue had at least informed her of something.
She was way in over her head.
Besides that painfully obvious point, it did also help pinpoint where he was.
“To answer your previous question James, I truly do not know what I’m doing here either.”
She sucked in a shaky breath to steady herself.
“But I know exactly what that poor boy is going through.”
Looking back at the rat beastman he just quirked an eyebrow at her as she continued.
“My baba would tell me stories when I was a child. Ones of spirits and demons. Of rage and devastation…”
She cleared her throat anxiously.
“I’m not suggesting he’s possessed, but-”
She was cut off by a shudder throughout the stage floorboards.
“Oh bože moj…”
She had been talking too much hadn’t she.
…
A never-ending hunger for power that consumes all and leaves naught but despair in its wake. This night, too, shall be embraced in its all-enconpassing maw.
The lights in the auditorium flickered slowly - a sign that most audience members might have taken to mean that the show will resume momentarily.
It wouldn't have been an unreasonable assumption, certainly - after all, the sound of moving rigging could be heard, as well as the (presumably) eager shuffling of actors and crew members behind the scenes.
Of course, the shuffling turned into an argument that began to grow in volume, going from hushed whispers to borderline shouting behind as some sort of conflict unfolded backstage.
As the lights flickered, the movement slowly became more erratic, almost dangerously so. An anguished cry rang out from behind the curtains, and what looked to be ink began to leak from underneath, emitting an acrid scent that filled the room.
The entire room fell into a brief silence as lightbulbs began to burst, covering the room in a pitch black darkness, a sound that only grew into a crescendo as the curtains were struck by an unseen force, sending them hurtling to the ground with a crash.
The auditorium was sent into a panic as students, staff, and guests alike began scrambling about and a shaky voice quickly came over the speakers.
"Attention all guests: Please evacuate the premises immediately. The emergency lights will activate momentarily, so please try to remain calm as you exit- there will be staff members on the scene to redirect you to a safe lo-"
Another crash was heard, followed by another cry.
As the voice on the intercom had stated, though, the emergency lights did indeed flicker on. The salvation from the darkness did not last long, though, before the light was quickly absorbed by something in the darkness.
Those who looked at the stage could, for the briefest moment, see something unfathomably massive hulking about before being enveloped once more in shadows.
( @night-raven-miscellany)
(✨️hi you cannot say you wanna play dolls and NOT EXPECT ME TO BE SO EXCITED AND SEND STUFF YOUR WAY HAI HAI HAI there could have definitely been a better introxuction to this but idc wahooooooooo)
Natalija anxiously looked around the auditorium. This was the first she’d seen of this kind of theatrical production, and she wasn’t quite sure if this was scripted or not.
The panicked gasps and whispers told her it was not.
“Everybody please find the nearest exit and leave in an orderly manner-”
She got up from the plush seat, knees knocking and hinges squeaking far louder than she would’ve hoped.
“Think Natalija… remember what Baba Mila told you. The stories. The magic. Maybe something can help. Maybe… maybe…”
She couldn’t think. Not when everyone was rushing past her. Some screaming. Some breathing. Too heavily. Too much.
She should just leave. She doesn’t know Casimir that well. Just the passing hallway conversation and class. She really should just leave. But she couldn’t.
She found she couldn’t do anything but stand there and watch.
Because she understood. She knew exactly how it felt. To be mocked so openly. Lose control. And she couldn’t abandon Casimir.
She couldn’t abandon her past self.
She balled up her fists, nails pressing firmly into her palms.
“Deep breaths. Just breathe.”
She released her hands, wiping them against her rumpled skirt. Glancing upwards, all she could see was darkness. Even so, she began to advance towards the stage.
“Casimir…? Cas… I um. I’m here. I don’t want to startle you…”
Her voice came out in varied volumes, cracking out louder than she intended or as if it were only a breath. She cursed herself under her breath.
“Casimir?”
“…”
“I’m sorry.”
She squinted, trying to make out anything- any movement or shapes at all that would indicate Casimir was even there. But it was just her and the darkness.
She did a quick check before hiking up her skirt and crawling up and over the lip of the stage. And yet, right after she hurled herself onstage she made eye contact with someone in the wings. A very panicked rat beastman.
Right. James.
“There goes my pride… let’s just hope he didn’t see me practically roll on the floor.”
There are more pressing matters at hand anyhow. She could be embarrassed later.
Steeling herself, she was finally able to project her voice calmly.
“James… where is Casimir.”
Pages from a little nonsensical zine draft I’m collaging <3
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Crafting crafting craftinnnnggg !!
((Shoutout to me forgetting you have to carve the design backwards and just having a silly backwards stamp))
Pikmin stampin :3
Me trying to trust the process
+ wax seals I made (do yall like seeing this kinda stuff?? :O)
Self indulgent lil cookie doodles (im normal i swear)
Happy Homestuck Day or whatever :33
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So… I heard yall like collages?! (Huzzah! Have some ones I made this week!)
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