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lil relaxing painting inbetween ☁️
i forgot how fun this was
Left is her introduction appearance, right is her current look [different outfits regularly] after a one month time jump in my AU. Below is some info on her. This AU is unpublished but something I’ve been working on for months:
Eevie is a half-Pop, half-Rock troll whose very being is defined by the volatile mix of her heritage. Her emotions manifest as elemental power—anger erupts in fire and heat, fear unleashes tremors and wind, and calm settles into subtle light and resonance. She lives in extremes, and that intensity makes her both dangerous and unforgettable. Her voice mirrors this same duality: gritty and raw yet resonant and bright, soaring with unrestrained power in her highs and falling into vulnerable, aching depth in her lows. Every note she sings carries the sense of someone who embodies both destruction and harmony, light and shadow.
What sets her apart is the way she resonates with Branch’s storm. It doesn’t just ease in her presence—it recognizes her as kin, pulled to her in a way that feels both inevitable and consuming. With her, connection isn’t about balance or stillness but about fire meeting lightning, an unleashing of energy that is as intoxicating as it is terrifying. When their bond flared, the storm made its choice without hesitation. It crowned her not with one piece of him, but with all of him—every role, every crown, every weight it had ever carried elsewhere.
That moment transformed everything. Eevie became his Only: the singular force he could not live without, the one his storm bends toward with total certainty. For her, it means she never has to wonder where she stands—she will never be fractured, never diminished, never forced into shadow. For him, it means terrifying clarity—that he could survive the loss of anyone else, but never her. Eevie is the wildfire that embodies his storm’s final answer, the crown that reshaped his bonds into something singular and absolute.
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Yes I’m aware Branch’s ‘storm’ may not make sense. That explanation is below:
Core Definition
Branch’s storm is the living force of his survival instinct, trauma, and heart all tangled together. It isn’t just emotion, and it isn’t just instinct. It’s the embodiment of everything he’s carried to stay alive—fear, vigilance, hunger to protect, refusal to trust too easily, and the raw ache of every wound he’s endured.
It’s not a metaphor to him. He experiences it as if it’s a real, tangible current inside him—pulling, pressing, raging, quieting. A force that can both protect him and punish him.
Functions of the Storm
1. Protection:
The storm sharpens him, heightens instincts, and reacts before he consciously does. It’s what makes him fast, prepared, and nearly impossible to catch off-guard.
2. Punishment:
If Branch ignores it—if he resists what it’s telling him—the storm turns on him. It crushes him with pressure, panic, or pain until he gives in. This is why he struggles when he wants something gentle but his storm screams it’s unsafe.
3. Connection:
Through bonds, his storm doesn’t just sit in him. It reaches. It spills into the tether, making his bondmates feel what he feels—like static humming under their skin, air too heavy to ignore, warmth when it settles. The storm makes him impossible to fully hide from those tied to him.
4. Crowning:
His storm doesn’t just react—it chooses. It crowns anchors, sparks, calm points, pulses, or (as with Eevie) his only. This crowning isn’t conscious. It’s instinct, absolute and unalterable. What the storm crowns, Branch cannot deny.
What It Feels Like
• To Branch: Constant. Sometimes low, rumbling background noise; other times crashing, consuming, unbearable. On rare occasions, hushed—a silence so foreign it feels like a miracle.
• To Others: Palpable. Even unbonded trolls can feel it as atmosphere: sharp, charged, heavy, warning. For bondmates, it’s intimate—like the storm is pressing against their bones and breath, pulling them into his state whether they want it or not.
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Like I said: been working on this AU for months. Finally figured out how to explain his storm in a way that makes sense. Happy to share it here with you all. Hope you like Eevie and her design, personally my favorite character and design.
Pikachu!!
I made this a long time ago but i still like them.
Also, some poke sketches i never posted anywhere:
Updated a few of my character Art References ^^
What do you mean sexualized? In what way?
It just weirds me the f out how people call her mommy and it’s like they’re obsessed that she has big tits? ;-; It’s just concerning ._.
Oh i get it now! I mean she is indeed curvy but… people need to chill lol! Mommy and being obsessed about someone’s body literally, it’s concerning. But as we said before, it’s a sad sad world…
As long as she protect herself from all of these weirdos, she will be fine. But I totally agree with you!
- uyu
Life's biggest miracle is the gift of having life grow inside of you.❤️
Eevie Renee❤️🌈
Eevie at Pizza Nova #toronto #churchstreet #churchandwellesley #pokemongo #augmentedreality #eevie (at Pizza Nova) https://www.instagram.com/p/CTQBgvCJjx6/?utm_medium=tumblr
The entire collection of happy stretchy boys. I’ll most likely be making these into stickers and doing shiny versions as well