[PATHWAY] Hello there, my name is Moy and it's lovely having you here! Welcome to my blog 💚 I post primarily OC content here, and I reblog Fandom content on @moymess!
If you vibe with any of my content, please check out the lovely @ru-miere, amazing @shadow-ren, and beautiful @nyxirello. They're my inspiration <3 Thank you @ha1yx for rekindling my art journey. 💚
(Currently) Non art related: [JCC MiniBar Guide]
TFC: "Tale of Twins" Masterlist
"I might not survive this week, and I've accepted that, but I won't let that bastard take me out the way you two let him ruin you." -Naima
KoM: "Broken Crowns" Masterlist
"In this Kingdom of Marionettes, for whom doth the bell toll? For he, or for I, Dear Reaper?" -Hydrus
I love getting random bursts of motivation for all my hobbies at once, staring holes into my OCs like... draw yourselves, nerds. I'm busy writing. Meanwhile, all my other hobbies are crying into the void.
MY HERO! MY glorious, beloved, delectable, delightful--- I WAS GOING INSANE! I HAD IT! I WAS SO CLOSE TO THEM BOTH BEFORE GIVING UP! Thank you. Thank you server.
I'm back from the dead with a bunch of doodles, as well as reposting old art! I'm trying to condense posts from here-on, so I hope everyone can forgive me. (I plan to post more OC lore soon.)
Responding to this~ From @regularsrandomstuff : I assume it's for hobbies, otherwise I would answer differently.
What are five things that make YOU happy?
1} Cats. I adore cats. (And bees, but mostly cats.)
2} Learning things: I'm a bit of a masochist when it comes to knowledge. If I don't understand, I'll learn to. (I'm currently studying Thai and Thailand's culture for a fanfic-)
3} Gardening. Plants. Show me.
4} Art and sculpting <3
5} Dance: Bellydancing and breakdancing.
I also don't have many people to tag, which is unfortunate, but I'm quite fond of the people that I can <3 @shadow-ren @hexserath @ru-miere @nyxirello @mrsillyrime (I SAW YOU-)
content warnings: depictions of violence and sensitive graphic themes.
"Why do I have to put up with you?!" - Pierrot
"I saved your life!" - Harlequin
"Pierrot No!!" - Ticket Taker
"It's too late..." - Doctor
"Looks like we'll have to make a few adjustments." - Jester
Mr. Pierrot is inspired by the Beast from the animated film Beauty and the Beast (1991), Mr. Scarletella & Mr. Crawling.
He possesses a rose tinted with red blood; it is the same rose that he gave Columbina.
His rose has a glass box to store inside his tent.
Based on Mr. Scarletella's umbrella, Pierrot's rose is a possession of his that became a part of him.
Whenever Pierrot leaves his tent to visit the tent of Mirrors, Harlequin would take his rose from the glass casing and leave it somewhere to tease him.
His favorite thing to say is "Why.. Why.. Why.."
Once Pierrot finds out that the human is carrying his rose, he will ask them to give it back; If the human returns the rose to him, then he will let them go. Otherwise, he will see this as stealing his possessions and devour them.
However, if a human returns his rose back to his tent and encases it in the glass box before Pierrot finds them, he'll find that kind action strange to him, as he perceives all humans as cruel. He will start stalking them around the circus to ensure their intentions are pure.
"I'll hold on to whatever is left of you."
Mr. Harlequin is inspired by a Yōkai or Japanese monster - Futakuchi Onna, Mr. Gap & Mr. Chopped.
He crawls because his lower half was ripped off by Mr. Pierrot.
Based on the lore of Homicipher about body mutations, he still lives with only his upper body.
His hair can stretch out into longer strands like tentacles to help him move around. This allows him to reach certain places, such as up the stairs or walls. etc.
His favorite thing to say is "Can you find my legs?"
He will ask the visitor for help to find his legs; if ever they lower their guard, he will attack them.
"She was such a beauty to a beast like you."
Mr. Jester is inspired by Snow White from the animated film Snow White and the seven dwarfs (1991) & Mr. Masque.
He lures visitors about how to leave the circus, which only leads them to where The Mirror is.
If a human doesn't fall for his schemes, his final trick to deceive them is by offering them a laced candy apple.
He is one of the most composed monsters in the circus. He can still speak in full sentences and would use it to his advantage to deceive visitors.
Since everything had gone downhill, he and the others adapted to the changes in the circus, leading to a whole different approach to how to catch "prey".
"Quite famished, aren't you? Here's an apple to take your breath away."
The Mirror is inspired by the Magic Mirror from the animated film Snow White and the seven dwarfs (1991), Cloth Monster & Painting Lady.
He is a type of monster that shapeshifts into a human after taking his victim's form as its new host.
Once a visitor looks at one of the mirrors inside his tent, he will start to create illusions to trick them into thinking they are actually looking at the reflection of a loved one, a certain place, a favorite possession/thing, etc.
He creates illusions in the mirror to urge his victims to come closer, and once they are in proximity, He will swap places with the victim and take the form of them to deceive others.
While a victim is trapped inside the mirror, He can roam around and go to different places, for as long as the victim is alive.
It takes weeks until the victim's body starts to rot in condition, which makes him need to find any mirror he can get into to get back to the circus.
Any mirror inside/outside the circus could act as transportation. It could be a pocket mirror or a bathroom mirror, but only the ones in his tent let him capture victims.
"Jester always finds me the fairest vessel for me to host."
The Crow is inspired by Eileen the Crow from Bloodborne, Mr. Silvair & Mr. Hood.
He is the tallest monster in the circus—his presence instills a sense of impending doom.
He has evolved his hands into needle-sharp talons that are large enough to grab a human. He keeps them hidden underneath his feathered cloak to avoid accidentally scratching the other members.
He is one of the most composed monsters in the circus, aside from Jester and Taker. He imitates a human voice in different vocal ranges to deceive other victims into their demise.
Unlike a regular crow, he hunts for victims outside of the circus during the night.
He only targets adult humans. Whenever he sees a child wandering alone, he leaves only traces of feathers in an area that leads them to safety.
Once he succeeds in hunting, he returns to the circus and shares his "food" with the others.
IM SO HAPPY SEEING CONJOINED TWINS IN A HUAMN FORM AJWMA OMG <333 YESSS! I LOVE THEM! I'm drawing them as soon as I'm able. (I've been banned to rest for the week 😔)
Quick fanart for a fascinating OC <3 @mrsillyrime (Molly is their original character and unrelated to TFC; Conductor jumps fandoms at a whim. I had to throw them together.)
Follow his serenade into the pink and yellow tent and at long last become properly acquainted with your beloved Freak Circus's composer. Without further ado, let us properly introduce:
Age: It is not known, but according to the Doctor's initial examination he is developmentally the same age as Harlequin.
Birthday: June 21st; Maestro does not remember when his birthday is, so when given the chance to choose one for himself he demanded it be on Fête de la Musique or International Make Music Day
Personality: Maestro is openly personable and cordial to every guest and troupe member, always ready with a tease or compliment. To strangers, he is vain and overly confident in his appearance, eager to be the center of attention—a performer at heart. To his close friends and loved ones, he is far more genuine and friendly. He respects and looks up to other artists, approaching the topic of music with a sincerity and awe reserved only for the arts and those who participate in it.
Role in the Circus: Circus music composer and musical coordinator for all circus performances; he assists with the menial tasks that Ticket Taker assigns to him in exchange for a bigger budget for his orchestra.
Species: Bird Monster (mixed species)
Doctor's summarized notes: Subject's Songbird's Maestro's plumage patterns and returning tests suggest a lineage of varied bird monsters, the most prevalent of these being features typical of owl creatures with various songbird species. There are also clear signs of magic-induced retrograde amnesia, it appears that there is no way to recover these lost memories, further testing may be needed. (Jester has prohibited any testing with this ability until further notice. That is a shame.)
Abilities:
Musician and Composer: It may come as a surprise to no one, but Maestro has a passing knowledge for just about any instrument that makes its way into his hands. This is not through magical means, it is theorized that this knowledge was something he had attained in the many years before he found his way into the circus.
Memory-altering Abilities: Music is deeply, intrinsically linked to the formation of memories and emotion. Maestro's music has the distinct and rather dangerous ability to erase a person's memories or alter them to the point that they can not be relied upon. This is useful for the circus's purposes, as it leads to their passing audience to not question some of the more dangerous and bloody acts, assuring that the Circus can continue to operate without legal issue.
Background:
Due to his magic which affects memory, Maestro has some difficulty recalling certain events in his history and childhood. It is theorized that child Maestro struggled to control his abilities while growing up, causing major gaps in his memory prior to being able to properly wield his magic.
Despite this, Maestro is able to recall certain aspects of his upbringing by playing certain songs or lullabies. With this, he knows that he was born somewhere in Italy and spent his formative years being very loved and very content and surrounded by music. In particular, his strongest childhood memories revolve around his father, whom he has the distinct memory of losing at one point. This is what may have prompted Maestro to begin traveling on his own, perhaps trying to find more of his own kind—for other monsters.
The only other thing that Maestro knows about his past is that he traveled Europe and surrounding countries or wherever the wind took him. Learning more about music and instruments along the way, perhaps even being chased out by frightened humans and learning to disguise himself somewhat. Until he came across the circus as a grown monster, having followed the trail and rumors of a new circus with Freaks like you've never seen before...
Our biggest question: who is Songbird?
Songbird is the stage name that was given to him by the human who founded the Freak Circus. Songbird had been all too eager to please the human, being pulled along with the promise of being able to meet more of his kind after so many years feeling utterly alone.
However, upon discovering Songbird's ability to affect memory and emotion and revealed to be a potential threat to the human's authority, the new monster had been immediately isolated and hidden away before being able to meet the rest of the troupe. Through clever manipulation and careful insistence, Songbird was relegated to staying deep inside his tent and made to play for small audiences, all the while being fed promises and cruel beratements. A bird with clipped wings and made to perform on command.
Though he yearned for freedom and to be out among the people and to see the other monster like him, he became a prisoner to his own helplessness and poor health. Starving for both food and attention, Songbird had no choice but to continue his new existence with his music as his only solace.
At least he did until someone came to seek out the mysterious new addition to the circus...
But that is a story for another day. For now, thank you to our dear audience, for listening with rapt attention. Be sure to visit the other tents along the way to see our other riveting performances!
Fun Facts:
> Maestro's least favorite instruments to play are any and all brass instruments, which is a shame as Jazz is one of his favorite genres.
> Maestro's favorite flowers are Ornithogalum Dubium or orange star flowers!
> Maestro's least favorite instrument to compose for are Harps.
> He loves to debate whether a piano counts as a string or a percussive instrument and will always take the opposite side to whatever his opponent believes. (Maestro knows what it's actually classified as.)
> Maestro's new favorite hobby is stargazing, who knew that an owl based monster could enjoy being out in the night so much?
> His voice claims both as Maestro (Baritone; Anthony Warlow) and as Songbird (Tenor; Michael Arden)
Yapping about colors for the reblog because it gave me an idea for something: PINK AND YELLOW FOR HIS TENT? TRAUMA COLORS?! The Fool and The Lovesick!? I'm chewing on the bars of my enclosure. I adore this owl <3 (Rollz's art-style makes him so chomp-able)
I drew @moymoss’s OC Hydrus with Helena! I’m soooo sorry if I didn’t get her colors right, I tried to use the reference but the pictures were so small 🥹🥹 I hope you like it!
This is an AU: "Broken Crowns" is an inclusion of theories, headcanons, and my OCs into a KoM adjacent storyline of my own making. It prioritizes the lost history of my KoM OC, Hydrus, and the effect it had on the others.
Please keep in mind that this is solely fanon with canon adjacent lore. (Reblogs are appreciated)
Creator of KoM: @thepipiuw
My OCs include: The Consort, Hydrus & Maroon & The Reaper, Adnan
STORIES
Broken Crowns: [?] (fanfic/art)
Intermissions: [The Consort] + [The Crane And The Eel]
"To fall, for that is the ending of all heinous beasts. Down went the tyrant dragon! Struck true, did the Holy Sword of The Knight, the beast; slain! Evil cleansed! Alas, the kingdom is safe! Rejoice! Rejoice, we did! Justice, he was. Justice, we praise! The Dragon is no longer."
Awareness trickled away with each scarlet drop. Shadowy beast, bound in heel by iron snares, lain across splintered boards for all to see. Its heads slumped at the side; one bowed, the others fruitlessly strained maw against leather muzzle. Metallic tang nuzzling into gaps of its gums, it knew; too impure to be of ichor - too accursed to be of man: Its blood lapped at by its sandpaper tongue.
Could this suffice?...
Detached inquiries fail to recall where things began. An eye upon the west-faced head creaked open, liquid gold staining obsidian fur. A blinding radiance burned above, misplaced thunder rumbling at the air. Applause, it remembered. Delayed, but named.
Was this Tartarus?...
Limbs long-since numbed of sensation, frigid muscle chattering against bones. Spasms herald to a dying will. Its once-prized pelt rendered to display. Vulnerable to... this. Blood gushing from its heaving chest, faded might clung to trembling ribs. Acidic churning in its guts eating away at its lungs - one breath, then a second, and...
'A moment more, then we shall rest...'
"Oh, but the beast looks so pained. It stole only cattle. Is death truly a fitting punishment?"
Wayward gaze drifting to the speaker, blobs blurred in the glistening heat. Masses of... mass?... Thoughts slip. A touch of pressure ghosts beneath its open eye, fingertips curling in honey-colored tears. Satisfaction riddles the hum of its collector.
"Such beautiful eyes. No, this won't do. I, your king, declare this beast my own. It is of no harm to you, my people. I shall confine it, and it shall never steal from you again."
... ...? No...
Slender claws hover above the odd amulet collaring a beaded throat. The trinket fades out of reach, melting into the hardened shell the beast awoke in: Sorcery of some kind, it assumed. Simply another cursed aspect of 'its'... body. Three minds reduced to one without scars. Spider-like appendages broken straight within new mold. Caged in a humanoid coffin.
The (???) reached for its face. Its horns. Its teeth. Its throat. Its chest - where it stopped, dazed at the gashes lining the newfound... husk? Wounds from its own body marred the ivory surface. Chest sinking with its sigh.
"Thy beauty... Thou art magnificence, My Consort."
Its tail flicks, and it rolls onto its side. Unconcerned with perceived nudity: its gaze meets the observer; a silk-adorned 'royal' with a blazing grin. Golden crown crooked upon his head, his gaze skimmed along its body, eventually returning to its face.
"Con... sort?...." It asks. The grin upon his face fell a fraction, swiftly rising again.
"Why yes! Thy role hath changed~ New script, dear." The man crossed the wooden floor, heels clattering in his haste. He joins the disgruntled hydra at the bed, hands slotting near its thighs. It pulled away from his intrusion. Slumping into the mattress below, flashing its fangs, The Dragon snarls.
The stranger flinches, momentarily rattling off native phrases. Ones foreign to itself, though heard enough to associate.
"Be at ease," he croons, "It was I, Crownus, who saved thee." Not spared. Saved?... Unraveled by statement, the hydra's lips clamp shut. Eyes narrowed, teeth clenched; restraint quelled the instinctive scream telling it to maul him. "Forgive Knighter, My Knight defends my - our - kingdom~ Just as thou guarded thy nest, dear."
Two voices bellow in discourse; the speaker cowers, and is shoved away by something older.
"Thou cursed me." Accusation. The death of curiosity was blame; Crownus smiled at it. A knowing glint swirling in his eyes, he withdrew his presence, and straightened his posture.
"Nonsense~ Beauty, I hath bestowed thou a chance~ Art thou not tired of playing beast? Of scars, assault, and blame?" He gestures across its figure; to the gashes, burns, and holes - a sword, a torch, and pitchforks. Tools of warding. "Or..." Feigned mindfulness fills his languid hum, eyes squinting. His gaze fixes onto the beast's visage: silence flattens his smile.
"Perhaps thee... sought The Reaper?"
It's pitiful how the youngest bawled inside its mind. It scoffs aloud, teeth gnashing. Offended! It was not some desperate widower without their bride. No, it cared naught for a shameful end. Slain? Foolish! It had fought; brute and bane, it was, as The Dragon's role decided it to be. It didn't lose, it--
'The Dragon's role begets defeat.' Hushed, it is brushed aside.
"Perhaps," Hydrus agrees, observing the tension rise in Crownus' shoulders. Neither amused nor bemused, she raises a polite smile. "Enlighten me of thy vision. Entice me, or I shall claim thy crown."
For a single, brilliant moment in that little, button-sized brain of his, Crownus seemed to acknowledge the weight of her casual declaration: his eyes blew wide. Stunned. And, for an even shorter second, Hydrus' smile is genuine. That is, until he laughs, dismissing her statement with a wave of his hand - the way he would a servant girl.
"Thou shall be a witness, submissive wife, and envious wretch. The jewel to my arm." He extends the hand that discarded her; her fangs rattle in the shadow of her strange husk. "No gaze for any other: The Consort."
Not The Dragon. Not Hydrus. Those are nothing to The King. He chose his favorite. There is no remorse, least of all from her, as she accepts his hand; the foolish man grins when she squeezes.
"O' King, to thee, I am nothing." For now, The Consort shall humor him. "Doth thou assure my safekeeping?..."
"Indeed~ The audience shall adore thee, My Consort. Let us bury thy villainous past."
[The Crane and The Eel] + [Masterlist]
(Am I the only one who pictures Crownus as the "royal blood" king from Black Clover? But like... slightly smarter?)
