#omnius dioxal

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hi hi these are really fun to make

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I made some avatars for my trolls on ToyHouse :)

left to right top to bottom:

Avonis, Keraunos, Khorne/Werecrow, Heisen, Omnius, Medhet

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🐛 Omnius

baby omnius had some messy hair lol

He had a lil stuffed animal otter named Harris, which he still has to his day and gave to his daughter Soliel. He was very kitten-like, in that he was often a lil prickly-furred and wide-eyed curious.

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my muses who are secretly (or not so secretly) nerds for specific franchises:

Adrian - Pokemon/Fiduspawn, DnD, Troll Guardians of Ga’Hoole, Warriors/Purrbeast Soldiers, Magic the Gathering

Hadesa - Pokemon/Fiduspawn, DnD, Troll FNAF, Troll Resident Evil, lots of horror franchises actually

Ashter - Pokemon/Fiduspawn, furry fandom

Expyno - Pokemon/Fiduspawn, X-Files, not really a franchise but anything Night Mind or Wendigoon related

Omnius - Magic the Gathering (he collects more than he plays)

uhhh now im blanking but feel free to poke my muses about their interests or poke some of them that arent on this list so i can figure it out LOL

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Ptillo and Kulsot got out on a karaoke night and no one understands the chaotic vibes they give while singing

also ragana crumps 2k23

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i wanted to design a new troll but instead omnius demanded me to paint him soooo got some practice in at least

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>A scratching noise emanates from Omnius’ door. Opening it reveals a dog with red stained paws.

He opened the door with hesitance, expecting there to be another flock of birds that some mysterious strange would drop on his lawn. This was quite obviously not what he laid eyes upon.

The red stain on the lusus' paws was concerning. Too bright to be rust. His own lusus hissed in the background.

"A lost mutt, hm? I might have some kibble in the back. Some bandages, too."

He didn't think this blood to be anyone else's.

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Bottled Up

Quick drabble with Omnius over tonight's asks. It was very spur-of-the-moment with no proof reading, but his muse is very much all over the place. Enjoy?

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Omnius stared at the bottom of the bottle. No matter how much he drank he couldn't drown out those faceless accusations. Instead, he only felt two things: confusion and anger, which were never easy things to grapple with when his mind was in a haze. His face felt hot and his eyes stung; tears? Were these tears on his cheeks? Why must he cry in his place of power?

With a growl, he threw his glass against the wall where it shattered. A sob then tore from his throat as he spun around in his chair and hunched over his desk, his head in his hands clutching his hair.

"I am not Liorre," he muttered, and he kept repeating this as if to pacify himself. It didn't work.

It was times like these where he wished he could go to either Kulsot or Erik, but neither were close by. There was Soliel, but Omnius felt shameful at the thought of standing before the child like this. She shouldn't have to see him drunk. She shouldn't have to see him angry. He didn't want to scare her. Funny, wasn't he scaring everyone else? And suddenly, he felt trapped within his own mind. He wanted to scream, to shout, to cry, to demand an answer; why was everyone attacking him? Why did everyone pretend to understand him and then turn around expecting him to be something Alternia could never make him be? This was an eat or be eaten world; Erik knows this, Kulsot knows this, the faceless claim to know, and yet....

"Does no one want to see this damned world changed? And what does it matter that... that I care for him still? That I need him still for my plans?" What plans? He couldn't come up with an answer for that. There was no use chasing after Rutaci other than to fulfill his own needs, but what were these needs?

"He left me." And that he did. Every little pale crush has come and gone, some from a bullet and others in wisp of smoke. Erik will be next, but not if Omnius never calls them official. Erik won't leave him if there's nothing to leave, after all, isn't that right? And Rutaci? Well... Omnius knows his way around a silver tongue, he just needed the silver to outshine the gold. Would having Rutaci back replace the betrayal Omnius had felt? Would having him back make him feel better for what he has done? He didn't know these answers, making him powerless.

He pulled out his phone and pulled up a message.

Masuni. I'm drunk.

How uncharacteristic of him. It was not long before Masuni responded back.

Is something wrong?

I can't do this.

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I need a friend, but I don't know who that is anymore. Will you be a dear?

We can unpack that in our next session.

I don't want to unpack. I just want to be told what is wrong with me.

Omnius paused at that, hesitating to send it; he ended up deleting it all and tried again.

When?

It took a while. Omnius slowly counted the minutes. He could feel his skin crawl, hyper aware of every goose-bump and hair on his arms. For a moment, he thought Masuni had given up on him too, until his phone buzzed again.

I'm booked until next week, but see me after hours tomorrow and we can work everything out.

Worried? No. Omnius knew Masuni wasn't worried about him, he knew without a shadow of a doubt that the therapist hated him. Masuni was only curious. That's a good lad, never form attachments.

I will see you then.

Maybe he was a bad guy, but didn't everyone know that already?