#trenidia

[miwachan2]

Artfight Attack on @trenidia

tadc oc go brrr 👀 I really like this dudes design

link to trenidias artfight profile & character -> Theo

[rileydoodles]

chibi commission for tashi!

[quartzineflower]

trenidia said: ((Welp, there goes my heart.)) :3c

[quartzineflower]

» holy trenidi(a)

trenidia

♬  – He found himself in another dream world. Considering his appearance had changed to a more silent form, he was sure it was someone he was a stranger to. He didn’t feel like doing much of anything at the moment, so he only sat on the ground and stared at his surroundings. He only moves to turn his head and stare when the host of the dream world--bright red hair, he notices--approaches him.

「 ...... 」

[killer-shadows]

Skin, mouth?

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[skin]: obviously colour, but also if they’re inclined to run hot or cold, do they have any blemishes or unusual markings, are they inclined to blush, are they freckled, do they tan, what does their skin feel like, etc.

Due to a few of the minor details of his form being overlooked during his design, Killer has virtually no skin pigmentation. He’s quite pale, appearing to be an almost translucent white. When his skin is exposed to the sun it doesn’t tan but it doesn’t burn either due to his self healing. Though the feeling of his skin burning and healing over and over again isn’t pleasant in the least. So he generally tries to keep as much of himself covered as possible. His skin remains rather cool so that he doesn’t overheat under the multiple layers of clothing he wears. Though it can warm rather quickly causing a pale blush to come to his face. It’s quite smooth and seamless, any cuts or bruises healing quickly after the skin is broken or damaged. It is also very soft and sensitive from the cells near constant regeneration. This being another contributor to his thorough covering of clothing and his slight aversion to people touching him.

[mouth]: are their lips always drawn thin or are they plump and kissable, what’s their “default expression”/resting face, do they have all their own teeth, do they use their teeth to smile, etc.

His lips are fairly thin and pale, especially when they’re drawn tight in thought. Though they usually rest in a sort of soft pouting expression. There’s a slightly darker shade of color along the inner line of his lips were the dark grey of his mouth fades into the pale hue of his lips.  The inside of his mouth is a warm grey with small blush of pink arising to the surface every now and again. His teeth are sharp and pristine, lining up in perfect order when he closes his mouth. He’s had the same teeth for the majority of his life. Any mishaps with a broken or lost tooth often resulting in a new one regrowing to fill it’s place in a few days. He often tries to avoid showing his teeth when he smiles. Though every now and again he’ll get caught up in a full smile showing there serrated form from between his thin stretched lips. It’s often meant to be a warm gesture. Despite the somewhat creepy, and at times slightly deranged, appearance it gives him. His saliva is a translucent grey that tends to get darker and begin to carry a scent of something akin to nightmare fuel when his sanity has taken a plunge. His tongue is smooth and pitch black with a soft pointed tip. It appears to be endless in length.

[the-crazy-jester]

As Joker entered through the entrance and into the small cafe, the distinct aroma of coffee could be smelt. Oh, how he loved his days off! Especially when it was a busy city. Mostly because it was brimming with small cafes such as this one.

He was about to walk to the cash desk to order some coffee himself, when something catches his eye. He notices a person who looks…somewhat familiar? His eyes stay on the woman for a moment before tilting his head in thought. It wouldn’t be rude to ask would it? The ringmaster begins to slowly walk towards the table the woman was sitting at, before stopping by the chair opposite her. “Hmm… sorry to ask such a weird question but… do I know ya from somewhere? Ya seem really familiar. ”

[meticulousreisz]

Iterate

trenidia​ has entered Cloudbank.

Aimless drifting is better than sinking through the layers of blue. Before the midnight blue above fades to cobalt then azure, Sybil Reisz drifts and lets herself forget how to be human. It’s easier to bask in not having to think for once in her life than having to face the others down below. The wheat rustles in some breeze she no longer feels, sparkling like citrine stones set in gold. She can just imagine such a necklace gracing the outfit of an elite member of society...

The blueness shifts, a faint sparking like the edge of a Trace flashing across her ‘sight.’ Sybil had almost let herself sink downwards; that wouldn’t have been pleasant. Instead she drifts and lets her awareness wander toward the crimson Eye up above.

The body pinned by the Transistor has long since turned into blocks, sucked away by the relentless attrition of reality. Default settings always find a way to achieve dominance. What exists must un-exist, must cease to be with the passing of time. Only the flash of teal and gold from the artifact breaks the pastel shifts of color along the white surfaces. The red Eye, of course, blankly surveys the equally blank sky above from its angle. If Sybil could feel anything, she’d shiver at the completely neutral temperature. There are no settings for Cloudbank now, so it remains in limbo.

A shiver of a current passes over the blade. Something is changing in the air; the breath of the city halts to await... a change?