#pofeir

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a mix of old and new ones. 19/20 missing just one boy for my updated select page. also they arent all size accurate I gave up trying to get the heights correct since it stretches the images poorly. 

i then wanna finish doing them for ancestors too,,,,

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i have some hot takes to present if you will allow me to present them so kindly 

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GAME OVER for worst troll Lyodae

laughs in "this is his current plotline actually"

:^)

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🔀 show me the forbidden lyodae

TW: gore, eye mutilation, death "Lyodae," Pofeir purred, resting both arms on his cane as he leaned forward, looking up at the much taller troll- but height had no advantage here. Lyodae gulped when he met his ringleader's eyes. "What happened here?"

Lyodae looked back to Vemili, being restrained by two of their fellow clowns. He gave him a pleading look.

Send 🔀 to meet an alternate version of them where something important didn’t happen...

"I... uhm... I let the offering go. I opened the cage. Ellie caught me and tried to stop me-"

Pofeir tsked, wagging a finger. "My goodness! Fenrir, are you lying to me? Because that would be silly of you, to lie to a mind reader. Get on your knees."

Lyodae's body moved on it's own, Pofeir's voodoos forced him down to eye level. Silence seemed to wash over the court, how was it so loud though? He had forgotten Pofeir had a special scream. The kind that was so loud but only you could hear it, coming from inside your skull till your ears bled and no one else heard it. Lyodae whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut as the silent noise suffocated him. The image of Pofeir leaning closer, grinning wider burned behind his closed eyelids.

He knew it was happening, Pofeir's fingernail scraped his eyelid first, the soft command that echoed over the screaming, open your eyes. All four watched as Pofeir jabbed his fingernail into his right bottom eye. Searing pain hit him, but the ability to scream, to even move away wasn't an option. He remained motionless, frozen in space because Pofeir hadn't told him to move yet. He watched his eye be ripped from his skull until the nerve disconnected and then he was only watching with three eyes.

"STOP!"

Everything jumped forward, catching up with the current time. Lyodae felt his mind be released, his body crumpling forward to his hands and knees while Pofeir collapsed in front of him. He could see his cane roll while Pofeir gasped- the screaming in his head was replaced with ringing as the cold blood dripped from his ears down his jaw. He watched Pofeir continue to gag, choking on blood he didn't understand where it was coming from- until he stopped. There was Pofeir... laying on the floor with open eyes watching Lyodae, but Lyodae had seen enough bodies to know there wasn't life anymore.

Then Lyodae turned his head, his vision was spinning, but there was Vemili, panting in a panic with his eyes completely pink- just like Pofeir's.

"What did you do?" Lyodae managed, but he wasn't sure if he actually said it- the ringing was so loud...

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Two sweeps later, the two of them sat in the grass. Lyodae had finally gotten a glass eye, replacing the eyepatch he had.

"I don't know how to make the Messiahs stop," Vemili signed, looking at Lyodae with a sigh. Lyodae hesitated before signing back:

"You let them in, it's what Pofeir wanted you to do."

"I know..."

Lyodae reached out and touched Vemili's arm, a weak smile on his face. Pofeir always said Vemili had a blessing, it was a shame he wouldn't use the gifts the Messiahs gave him.

He signed a diamond.

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family portrait! 

artist: mawshake on tumblr/twitter 

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this came to me in a dream 

(Sibbyl: I’m a man with very specific taste Lyodae: purple?? Cyclus: Cclown. Pofeir: )(@)( MoNEY. )

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judge time,,

Wanna meet God on a Tuesday outside a JCPennys? Can’t do that-- but this guy’ll tell you what God said, kinda

Meet Pofeir, he’s a self proclaimed prophet cringe lord who has a bio up now. So what does he have to say about your troll? Would they be invited to worship the Messiahs with him? Or be used to make decorations. 

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Sometimes you have to step back and go “it’s gonna be okay, I’m getting to where I wanna be”

and sometimes you think about your worst oc Pofeir and the period of time he spent as a college professor before he snapped and started a cult. That he once did something so mundane as grade papers and now he brainwashes purples into worshipping the messiahs. Call that anti growth.