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Alternia is a big planet, and cultural diasporas are fun - so some of the pictures of various Mirthful denominations, for Reba's giant clown write-up. Complete with facepaint examples for each denomination, because I love making more work for myself.

Reba remains the best for patiently waiting after I burst into the home of her clown writeups, tablet pen clutched in my fist, yowling:

BUT WHAT IF IT HAD ILLUSTRATIONS?

#wip #fantrolls

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buckshot roulette

#cal I'm going to fucking murder you #THIS LOOKS SO GOODDDDDDDDDDDDD #SHE LOOKS SO OMINOUS #friend art

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icon dump for my own purposes! first three are alis's art

then kitty, then al

last two are me

#friend art #it's been awhile but #picks these up and HOLDS THEM LIKE IT'S THE LION KING #I remain inordinately fond of your goose boy's :}-y looking smile #and also your designs #everyone looks very satisfyingly different and also Them

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It's been awhile since I've done this silly shit.

Step one: remembering how to CSS.

Step two: remembering how to keep this legible for people that aren't me on perma light-mode.

#kind of want to slap together code to have it automatically calculate how old these bastards are based on the internal calendar I set up #but web design is not my fucking passion so eh. EH.

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I saw third place and I knew what had to be done, with some help from @activatingaggro ofc.

Congrats to all the ball winners!

#my finest work #the only piece of art I will print and frame on my fucking wall

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what’s your typical process for these huge art pieces? your posing is so nice and weighty and casual w such lovely interaction and I struggle to imagine how to even begin putting that together. ur ball pieces this year are epic

Aw! That's very sweet of you, and I appreciate that they look nice to people outside of my niche, haha. :] I stopped posting fantroll art for a bit, because it seemed a touch silly to post them on tumblr when.. I haven't even updated profiles here in literally years! But I'm glad that it still has some appeal even without larger context, lol.

My process is pretty straightforward! Part of it is just - take pictures, get references, get up and do the shit that you're about to draw! I would share pictures for examples here, but they're all vastly unflattering and I'm pretty sure I would be rightfully slaughtered by my helpful volunteers if I did that. But basically, I take pictures for everything if I can't find a good reference, and I'll frequently set up my phone to record myself when I'm doing an action pose!

This is because a lot of the weightiness of a picture, for me, is just.. how a person adjusts their weight and holds their body while in motion! The art I make where I'm referencing myself is generally pretty obvious, for example, because I use a cane, and keep 90% of my weight on my right leg. But different heights, different weight, different fat and muscle distribution also all play a big part in how people hold themselves, and videos and photos are fantastic for actually seeing that. When it's something too complex to do myself, or to get some unfortunate volunteer to do it for me, I like looking at Youtube videos on slow motion.

So, for example: Riccin fights with a meteor hammer. There's a decent amount of footage of people using meteor hammers on Youtube!

So, I put this on slow motion! 0.25 speed, find a shot that I like at 1:00. With something like this, there's not much point to trying to act it out IRL and film it to get new angles - we have a much easier, and more viable route, in just using fucking 3D posers. There's a lot of them out there today! A lot of people like using the one built into Clip Studio, but I just found a random one on google that's free called PoseMy.Art to demonstrate the basic idea.

The goal for this is not to make an exact replica (because I am lazy and am not entirely sure how this poser works, lol). The goal is mostly to let you explore angles, and to get a better idea of what looks dynamic or interesting enough to work with! Because the main lure of these, for me, is to look at different angles, and then use those angles as a basis to make the pose more interesting. (Neon reds on the first are where I shrank/adjusted/moved the model to create a very lazy foreshortening!)

But what about for more casual or chill poses?

The answer is mostly the same, except with added social shit in, in that - first off, I make my friends help me find poses. I have a channel in one of my discord servers that's just there for reference, and I'll ask, say, @rebatrolls if she can find me a good pose for so-and-so picture. "I want something cozy!" She will then go off into the mines of pinterest like my faithful canary ready to be strangled by cave gas or something, and emerge with pictures. Sometimes these are great pictures! Each individual entity in our godsforsaken world has their own individual preferences, which shows in the sort of pictures that they pick.

Sometimes it's helpful! sometimes it is not. An example: I asked for obnoxious cheesecake photos for Liable! Reba brought out boudoir photos. Cal brought out NSFW anime figurines. There are two weebs inside of all of us, and one of those weebs is marginally less terrible than the other. uwu

But references, finding pictures you like, and then recreating them and changing up the angle helps a lot! Because there's a lot of gorgeous, very casual, very affectionate photoshoots out there:

And my last bit is just. Looking at all of these photoshoots and candids, and looking at my own personal preferences, as well as my friends'! I am a nosy fuck and I like to ask people, like: what gestures stand out to you? what things feel the most affectionate to you? when you're close to someone, what is your body language? when you want to be an asshole, what do you do?

That gives me an easy little mental library to build off of to add in intimacy when I'm making poses. I am a grade A lemur when it comes to being physically affectionate, so I rely on that a lot in my poses - people have looped arms, people just casually finding a way to make physical contact through an arm or a foot or leaning, there's a lot of people sprawling out on top of their friends / otherwise being in close contact, because I know how that looks, basically. All the little squidgy details, like "how do people curl their fingers when they're holding hands and their arms are looped together" are already in my brain from years of experience, haha.

And the good part of plumbing my friends' brains for their own references is - some people are very fond of, like, people resting their chins on their heads, and they can say exactly how arms usually rest in that pose. Someone might have grown up with bumping noses with people as a kiss, or kissing everyone's cheeks. Some people might say: oh, I've always had taller people walk between the sidewalk and I, or else they've always sat with their shoulders parallel to their friends knees from years of braiding hair, or or or --

It makes it useful to pull off the little affectionate details! I used to struggle more with just.. casual, fond poses between characters, until I realised: oh, wait, just draw it from life. Because even if you don't have friends that are comfortable sharing that sort of info, or else you don't personally pay attention to it much in your own life - because some people don't, and that's fine! - I've also just occasionally sat down at some busy locale, brought a notebook, and wrote down the gestures, and movements, and little actions of the couples, or families, or friends that wander by. It's all about building up a library, essentially, and once you have, you'll find you'll just start plugging it into pictures automatically.

#thank you for the ask!

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Modern society is generally heteronormative as regards matespritship but homonormative as regards kismesis. This is why every adaptation bungles Irene adler as a redrom interest. Few know this

#yeah this is #sipara things #blows the fucking dust off the tag #.. also #liyiji things #this is what they fucking argue about until 4PM in the evening. hadean keeps telling sipara to turn off the fucking phone. #sipara has placed a pillow on his face and is balancing an elbow on it. it's fine. he doesn't have to breathe. #what isn't fine? liyiji arguing that irene adler and sherlock IS botched as flush when the relationship is clearly more black #but it's not because they're pitch. it's because they're a failed ash searching but still without a middle leaf #and subsequently inherently destructive as a result - doomed to a romantic failure born not of the wrong quadrant #but instead for the lack of a third party to properly foil a romance that will only last so long as it cannot be completed #sipara: okay i hearn you i hearn you but one: that's stupid and two: i am going to burnrn down yrn fucking H O U S E.

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Still have a few ball pictures to go! But the biggies are all done, and I slid a Liable in.. about three hours, I think? Might do an overall meta post on what all of my jackasses are going to be doing at the ball, haha.

Also, might do a judgement meme tomorrow, for old times' sake! If I don't feel like burying my tablet pen in a shallow grave by the time I finish the remaining pics, haha. And if I can decide what troll to use.

#I have sprites for every one of my trolls! perfect for judgement memes! #but I think I would fucking weep over using 2016-2017 sprites lmfao #past mar worked hard and they are cute! I shan't be mean about older work #but also I Would Fucking Weep #so it'd just be reaction sketches of talksprites #but admittedly that is a little more ideal anyway? because! more reactions! more expressions..!!!! #maybe.

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once upon a time (not long ago) there was a jadeblood who saw a light only she could see. she followed it down past her cloister, down past her caverns, down past the furthest depths anyone had ever seen, and what she found there was the first sun, long dead and yet still, somehow - "i do not live, but i will not die, for my fuel is your blood," it told her. she could not understand what she saw: a thousand eyes, a hundred mouths, features carved into stone that wept light like foul water. "bring me tinder to keep my flame alive, and this light will be yours, for as long as i shine."

once upon a time (not long ago) there were bluebloods who lived trapped between the sea and the sands, caught in an endless battle against those below and those above. when they died, they burned their bodies and cast them to the sky - but one sweep, the battles would not end. a body was left unconsecrated, its po still bound, and when the sun rose, the body rose with it. the body did not realise it was dead. and so it came to each door in the village, pounding on the doors. but it did not realise it was dead, and yet it had forgotten what it was to be alive - so it called out for names of those long dead. it spoke of the journeys of those not yet hatched. and when the sun sank below the horizon, the body collapsed with it, and all within the town hurried to consecrate it before the sun rose again.

Liyiji and Marduk's outfits, with some lore! They agreed to match outfits prior to the ball on a rainbowdrinker theme, but neither quite thought to actually clarify what kind of rainbowdrinker they meant.

Marduk's representing the more traditional rainbowdrinker, with a horrorterror / Ipomoean bent. Liyiji's a mixture of a jiangshi and vetala - with the latter being a corpse possessed by a demon in Hindu mythology, who possess full knowledge of the past, present, future, and everything in between.

I enjoyed the details in doing these! Little horrorterror faces, and writing on Liyiji's prayer slip and robes - two different scripts to represent the incompleted formal/religious slip on his horn, and the more casual, scrawled, common dialect that's been scrawled across the robes to try and consecrate the body after it collapses once more. Would that actually work? Unclear, but Liyiji has probably mentally prepared a passionate five page fucking essay prepared to argue one perspective or another in case anyone at the ball asks.

#12th perigee ball 2023 #pretty snowflakes #homestuck #hiveswap #ONE LEFT TO GOOOOOOOO and then liable time #but I gotta go do shit so we will see how this goes lmfao #marduk lector #liyiji jiaahu #will stick this under my worldbuilding tag.. later

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Sanxing always has their latest crop of Destriminators crawling over any social event like this; the Empire’s reminder that whatever went on tonight, only that which they wanted to be known would be seen by the rest of the planet.

I LOVE YOUR WORLDBUILDINGGG.

“Sorry about that, the drone takes a second to balance light quality with so much going on,” Gloria murmurs, leaning in close to you as if she’s divulging some sympathetic secret. This close you can see the tell-tale nystagmus of wetware use, the tell-tale involuntary flicker of her wide blue eyes as her brain reaches into the computerized information she has tucked away.

I LOVE YOUR DETAILSSSS.

Without thinking of it you’ve tipped your head back, face angled so you can catch the sight of your kismesis’ profile. He’s got his lips pursed, eyeing the drone like he’s considering what best angle he can strike to make his best impression to the masses. When he feels the weight of your gaze though he turns towards you, like a flower angling towards the sun.

BUT I ALSO LOVE THE SIMPING.

"Aren't you just something!" he purrs, sticky-sweet. "My goodness gracious. So awful confident for such a shy little blueberry~" His weight shifts again, hand sliding from grasping your shoulder to pressing against your collar. He’s leaning in towards her now, close enough to you that the curls he’s forgotten he has nearly smack you in the face in a wave of… “Did you use my shampoo?” Your brows raise, because you’re sure you’re right. That Iconic ignores you just confirms it, because you know he heard you.

The obnoxious fucking simping. Egghunt remains such a fun little mistake of a ship, and your writing, as always, is SUCH a delight to read.

Well The Weather Outside Is Frightful

VADAYA URVATA DUFUNA | 14 SWEEPS | 12TH PERIGEE BALL | 2177 WORDS

“Vadaya Dufuna, right? I’m Gloria Dazzle, here with Sanxing Nightly! Do you have the time for an interview?”

“I told you the half-mask wouldn’t be enough,” your kismesis purrs close to your ear, close enough that the heat of his breath scalds your fin. You can feel the pulse of his psionics like a heartbeat in the velvet of your horns, as familiar as the sight of him. He’s got an arm on your shoulder, elbow against the collar of your shirt and hand gripping the shoulder of your cape in a light grasp that still reeks of possession. He’d stuck close to you the moment the two of you had entered the sea of cameras that marks the entrance to the ball, so fussy over the idea that any portrait that might hit the media would be of only one of you. For tonight, you’re practically a singular being, two halves of a whole that will simply shatter away if you’re not complete.

But it is your anniversary, isn’t it? The both of you are allowed to be a bit sentimental.

Except that you’re not even in the event proper and there’s already an irritant. ‘Isn’t that an unkind way to think of another troll?’ you chide yourself, but the feeling lingers.

“I --” you start to say, ready to pull away, but a hand darts out to grip your wrist. It’s hers, and you can feel Iconic coil like a snake behind you with instant intent. Your head turns towards him without a second thought, but before you can remind him that spilling blood on the entryway is not how you gain admittance to this kind of ball, Gloria’s voice is chirping away.

“You will? Of course you will!” She’s unaware of the danger she’s in, you start to worry, as her arm drops. Or perhaps just a bit ignorant- she’s got the bright tones of a high navyblood in her eyes, her dress opulent but not grand enough to upstage whatever poor victims she picks out of the crowd. Sanxing always has their latest crop of Destriminators crawling over any social event like this; the Empire’s reminder that whatever went on tonight, only that which they wanted to be known would be seen by the rest of the planet.

Apparently, that meant they wanted to see you. Briefly, you hoped, and you made your shoulders relax in hopes that Iconic will follow your lead. “I can spare a moment,” you say with only the hint of a sigh edging your words, and instantly there’s a camera drone buzzing in front of you.

Your second eyelid flicks across your vision against the glare of the lights, bright before it dims. “Sorry about that, the drone takes a second to balance light quality with so much going on,” Gloria murmurs, leaning in close to you as if she’s divulging some sympathetic secret. This close you can see the tell-tale nystagmus of wetware use, the tell-tale involuntary flicker of her wide blue eyes as her brain reaches into the computerized information she has tucked away.

Or is she recording this, you wonder? Her eyes look too organic for cameras, but audio transcription…

Iconic sighs against you, shifting his weight into you hard enough to break you from your pondering. That was the point of it, you realize with a sudden feeling of chagrin. He’s trying to stop you from looking like a fool who just stares at a troll when they’re being spoken to. “It is alright,” you tell her, and you feel the weight on your shoulders lessen as Iconic rearranges his psionics to once more ignore the demands of gravity. “I am familiar with drones. We use them in my work, at times, when a situation allows for it.”

“Oh yes,” your interviewer breathes out, and you wonder if her interest is real or feigned. Maybe instead of recording you, she was just pulling up information on you. “The Imperial Psionic Corps is lucky to have such a strapping soldier in its ranks. There aren’t many highbloods after all, are there?”

You wonder if the drone can pick up the low chuff Iconic releases, or the tightening of your jaw behind the glamor of your mask before you remember yourself. “That is a common misconception, based on our Program’s name, I am sure. Though we are the ‘Psionic’ Corps, there are many psychics who also work in our mission to eradicate any signs of rebellion and keep our Empire safe. You may even see some Ceruleans and Indigos here tonight that are my peers, working in security. Such an event is, of course, a tempting target for insurgents. The Corps has been volunteering forces since the ball’s inception.”

It was how you had found yourself here, sweeps ago now. How the time had passed! You can feel a pang of nostalgia even thinking back on it, how alone and awkward you had been. It had been a night of watching the clock pass so you could be released from your duty, until Iconic had found you. How he had, you’ve never known. It hadn’t been important in the grand scheme of things, not compared to the thrill of it all.

After all, how many trolls ever challenged you looking for a fight? You were a trained soldier of the Empire, one gifted with psionic powers. Rebels ran in fear of you, and those who tried to resist were struck down just as quickly. Iconic had looked at all of that and had decided you were just a challenge he needed to pit himself against, and you…

You had dumped your drink in his face instead of making a spectacle of yourself. Amazing how much in your life had happened over one split-second decision of indignation. Now sweeps later you were both back again, handfasted, ready to celebrate the anniversary of the night that had really started it all.

Without thinking of it you’ve tipped your head back, face angled so you can catch the sight of your kismesis’ profile. He’s got his lips pursed, eyeing the drone like he’s considering what best angle he can strike to make his best impression to the masses. When he feels the weight of your gaze though he turns towards you, like a flower angling towards the sun. His brows are furrowed but whatever look he catches on your face pulls the expression short, softening. He calls you a sap, but how can you be anything but?

Gloria clears her throat as you reach a hand up to place it over the one on your shoulder, cradling its heat against your palm. “Well yes,” she hems, as you brace yourself for the clear way this conversation is going to go. “But you’re the only Violet, isn’t that right?”

“As of the moment,” you reply as blandly as you can manage, not letting your fins budge an inch. Perhaps next ball you’ll find something more identity-hiding. “But we are always looking for more recruits. Psionic highbloods are a valued asset to our Corps, and a useful weapon in the Empress’ quiver against any threat. If any trolls might be watching that are curious, I would invite them to check out their closest recruitment office- we are located in all large population centers.” The quickest way to end this, you hope, would be to use it as an opportunity to advertise your branch’s interests. Nobody watched these things for blatant propaganda.

Gloria, bless her pumper, only seems a bit disheartened at the idea of you losing her views. Maybe she’d just edit this all out, or maybe patriotism was on the rise again. You never followed the trends close enough to know what media the planet was craving. “Of course, we’re all very grateful to those who volunteer,” she demures as her eyes flick past you to your kismesis. “Wouldn’t your date agree?”

Why hadn’t you considered she might speak to him? Naively, you had just thought that Iconic was the sort of topic that Alternia preferred not to highlight. He had gone against his Imperially designed fate, and had only escaped it completely due to your help and a few legally grey loopholes. You were still paying for it in a way, but to put him in front of a camera…

"Aren't you just something!" he purrs, sticky-sweet. "My goodness gracious. So awful confident for such a shy little blueberry~" His weight shifts again, hand sliding from grasping your shoulder to pressing against your collar. He’s leaning in towards her now, close enough to you that the curls he’s forgotten he has nearly smack you in the face in a wave of…

“Did you use my shampoo?” Your brows raise, because you’re sure you’re right. That Iconic ignores you just confirms it, because you know he heard you. And yet he keeps his eyes on Gloria, lips twisting. "You can't even bring yourself to say a fellow's name? I'm Iconic, sweetheart, but, why, you've already seen that."

Another reason not to put him in front of a camera, you think with a familiar twinge of contempt. It’s a warm sort of hate, the relationship you have with him. Reading him is like skimming over the pages of a beloved novel, and you once more allow yourself a moment of admiring him. He looks primed and ready to reach out to the navyblood, but so loath to detach himself from you that he stays looming over your shoulder like a gargoyle.

His eyes catch with yours for a moment, searching, before he pulls back. “Speaking of volunteers, you look like just such a right and proper little navy, with that little clipboard and drone!” He says so sweetly that honey might as well be dripping from his fangs. “So why don’t you put yourself to some proper use, hmm, and go volunteer to spread the good word? Why, there's an entire hall full of psionics here, just dying to hear about their imperial duties from such a precious little blueberry, and I’m pretty sure I can see one right there-”

He jabs a finger imperiously, unknowing- or uncaring- about how drawn the navyblood’s face has gone. You’re afraid your interview might be scrapped entirely, but do you mind terribly? No, you quickly decide as she grasps at her drone. Iconic has managed to keep you from what was certainly going to be a long drawn out social game.

“So nice to meet you,” she says with false cheer as her claws click over the metal of her drone, eyes now averted. Maybe she thought Iconic was more domesticated these sweeps- poor thing. “And you as well.”

“Time’s a wasting,” Iconic chirps a moment behind, the glow of his eyes just a bit more intense. That’s enough to break the rest of her courage, with the formalities done, and the novice Destriminator bobs her head once before she darts away in search of a story with less teeth. Leaving your pitch looking very, very smug.

“Was that necessary?” You ask just to get his attention away from watching her back, and the laugh you get in reply is louder now as Iconic strokes his hand over the skin of your neck. “You’re lucky the only one I want to touch tonight is you, sugarhorns,” he says in a tone that has the back of your neck heating, right before he ruins it. “And navy blood would just ruin my outfit. It’d clash, Vadaya~.”

You roll your eyes at him, twisting out from under his grasp so that you can turn to face Iconic properly. His grin is sardonic, but it loses its edges when you take his hand in your own and pull him in closer. “We would hate for that,” you murmur when you’ve got your arms situated around him, and your pumper still skips when he relaxes into your hold instead of pulling away. How did you get as lucky as this?

There’s still cameras all over the place, there’s too many eyes, but your head still dips in to close the distance between you. It’s a fleeting touch, but it’s worth it for the way he looks when you pull back- face flushed, eyes wide. “We are blocking the way, Iconic. Come.” Your arms drop just when he leans in to reciprocate, your lips quirking up at the instant outrage that takes over the ardent look he was giving you moments ago.

“Oh, sugarhorns, don’t you dare -”

It’s your turn to laugh as you grab his hand and pull him back towards the crowd, delighted in the sputtering your kismesis gives as he realizes you might have the upper hand in this moment. He’ll pay you back for it, you know he will- and isn’t that part of the allure? The push and tug of your unique rivalry has set you on a path you might have never foreseen, but you haven’t regretted a single moment of it.

“Happy 12th Perigee, Iconic. I hate you more than words can say.”

#our boys! the boys! the best boys! #friend art

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feel the ocean as it breathes, shivering teeth see the mountains where they meet smothering me as the wind fends off the waves, I count down the days heavy stones fear no weather

The three servitors, custodians of three mega-sized lusii who's death foretells the birth of the paradise planet! After Riccin's impromptu abduction by the Ziz, they ended up moirails with Averii.. and enemies with Saevus, who's less than thrilled to have a yellowblood being integrated into this typically bloodline-locked club.

Averii & Saevus are @rebatrolls, as always~

#12th perigee ball 2023 #pretty snowflakes #fantrolls #homestuck #hiveswap #saevus is my little meow meow and that's why his outfit is SO MUCH MORE INTRICATE THAN ANYONE ELSE IN EXISTENCES #that and the fact reba hates me #qqqqqqq #QQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQ #[art] #saevus hastae #averii tentus #riccin kayata

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[Don't you ever tame your demons But always keep 'em on a leash]

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WOOOOO RIGHT IN TIME!

Commission for @rebatrolls of her troll Vadaya Urvata! It was a really fun experience getting to dress one of my favorite boys, and I learned a lot about rococo leaves and floral patterns since I uh. Decided to be stupid and hand draw on the gold embroidery. And rendered the mask.

This really was a labor of love and I'm really honored to have the chance to draw him proper and looking snazzy!!

Thank you again Reba for commissioning me!

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#can't believe you didn't even hide loss in there smdh

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in a tidal wave of mystery you'll still be standing next to me you could be my luck even if we're six feet underground i know that we'll be safe and sound we're safe and sound i could lift you up i could show you what you want to see and take you where you want to be You could be my luck Even if the sky is falling down I know that we'll be safe and sound

And here's to the best ship, the longest ship, and also the second-longest character interactions of my entire cast - Riccin and Hadean were the first characters to interact, but Sipara and Hadean were the second to meet.

Hadean belongs to @rebatrolls, as always~ Costumes are two chocolate skeletons, and the rainbowdrinker they've hauled along.

#12th perigee ball 2023 #pretty snowflakes #fantrolls #hiveswap #homestuck #sipara nzinga #pheres dysseu #hadean dauths #[art]

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WOOOOO RIGHT IN TIME!

Commission for @rebatrolls of her troll Vadaya Urvata! It was a really fun experience getting to dress one of my favorite boys, and I learned a lot about rococo leaves and floral patterns since I uh. Decided to be stupid and hand draw on the gold embroidery. And rendered the mask.

This really was a labor of love and I'm really honored to have the chance to draw him proper and looking snazzy!!

Thank you again Reba for commissioning me!

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#cal went absolutely batshit on this and this is sincerely one of my favorite pieces I have ever seen in the fantroll comm #their eye towards composition - detail - and value is always so fucking great #but look at the way they've coloured the metal #look at the SHEEN of those boots #the fact you can clearly and distinctly tell what each material is meant to be is fucking amazing #the sheer level of detail throughout this and the meticulous way that they set about making it is just #it's really fucking great and you should commission Cal #and if you don't commission cal you should still print out this picture and fucking eat it #it is just REALLY REALLY REALLY GREATTT #and I keep looking at it like holy shiiiiiiiiit #IT'S JUST REALLY REALLY REALLY **REALLY** GREAT #friend art #bites this bites this bites this

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Still to go, group pics:

servitors

cuchul+glitch

pheres+hadean+sipara

liyiji+marduk

egghunt (AAAAAAAAAAAAAA)

Single pictures:

ID

liable

maaaaybe raphae?

han's girl

The largest amount of time was spent fussing over Kindra and Riccin, and trying to remember how to.. actually colour, lol, but the latter ones took literally about two hours each max afterwards, so. Here's to knocking out the rest quicker!

#the perpetual grouch of 'I started these in november - how are they not DONE' #with the perpetual answer of 'oh right The Disease' #but I got past my outrage spiral over the very sight of Averii's pic finally! the answer was 'he isn't detailed enough compared to Saevus' #and slapping more details on immediately smoothed my fucking feathers lol #so here's to it going quick tomorrow!

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"Alright, kid, so here's the plan. Step one: we're going go over there, kind of close, but not too close. See, there's a balancing act - you want her to know that you're over there, and you want her to know that she knows you're over there, and this is some stupid wriggler shit, because - and get this - she'll get so fed up, so quickly. She'll let us hang around for twenty, thirty, minutes max, and then she'll start thinking about it." "Honour fifteen or five? Must have plan. But what?" "Plan just annoy me? Immature. Too immature. Doesn't make sense." And then she'll start wondering why you're here, you know? She'll go, "eh, why this? Not even right type. Not even enough ass. Must be plan." And then, get this, she'll start wondering what the actual fuck we're talking about. Are we having a conversation? What the fuck do we even have to talk about? Like, no offense - and by the way, sorry, your ass is fine, don't get a complex - but we don't really overlap, you know? Except in giving Glitch a fucking complex, which'll be great. Shit, she's probably already sent over some of her spy bees to try and eavesdrop already. Or she would, if I hadn't brought my wasps. No one ever expects the wasps, you know?

Honour and Glitch meet up at the 12th Perigee Ball every season, but they don't actually go together. Gotta leave your options open! Gotta leave the possibility of seeing one of your pitch fling's other pitch flings flying solo, and abducting her to see exactly how many bees will actually fit inside a bonnet.

#12th perigee ball #pretty snowflakes #fantrolls #homestuck #hiveswap #shoutout to cal for the fucking tit tutorial #they are a true helper unlike SOME OTHER LESBIANS I KNOW (reba) #who hasn't even come up with ship names for these shits #smdh #nanako bonjou #honour captor #honour is a vampire hunter! the reason she nabbed nanako #scruffing her at glitch: HEY LOOK I FOUND THE PERFECT ACCESSORY - =:)

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you can't buy this fineness let me see the heat get to it let me watch the dressing start to peel it's a kindness, highness! crumbs enough for everyone! old and young are welcome to the meal!

in which two fuchsias participate in the cultural appropriation of the (marginally) lower class, or: honk if you love clowns!

Shepherd and @skegulium's Gluttony! The fact they're both very old, and both very, very dimorphic is fucking hilarious to me.

#12th perigee ball 2023 #pretty snowflakes #fantrolls #homestuck #hiveswap #the shepherd #ha'aeho wilcox #friend art #[art]