23 Pansexual She/They! Revising Account! Mostly Fantasy/D&D art! Lots of redrawing projects and into fnaf/Bendy/ and more!! Currently have the biggest Cult of the Lamb brain rot!
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It’s…complicated.
POV: you’ve been trying to figure out why your uncle keeps avoiding you.
Them godly growth spurts hit tremendously.
Mamura is just a parental way Moonwort calls Shamura.
They also have a habit of slouching closer to everyone’s height while talking, which follower! Shamura often corrects.
Thought I would basically dump the oc lore on yall!
Buckle up cause it’s LONNNNGGG and probably unfinished!
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Basically after the imprisonment of The One Who Waits, Shamura became worried as the number of Bishops became four. To make up the missing number, they used an old ritual from the first gods to birth a new god.
Witheria
Witheria being a born god, expectations were set from the beginning. As soon as they could even walk Shamura had them go through many lessons. Each Bishop became a teacher towards Witheria, whether it be learning to grow an entire harvest or healing even the deadliest of plagues, their capabilities were constantly tested.
Otherwise, they were able to have some aspects of a childhood, gifted toys and celebrating birthdays and allowed some freedom to roam.
However, being a born god has its difficulties, your body has to grow in stages to ascend into an adult god.
Witheria obtained their wings during their first stage, which proven to be the worst feeling they could imagine.
After, the stages come when Witheria unlocks any new abilities, which can take months or years to develop. Their body becomes covered with symbols of the first god language. The pain still unbearable, but not as bad as the first stage was.
For hundreds of years Witheria became a model of the Old Faith, overseeing the rituals in the realms and making sure things were in order.
Within the rumors of the Red Crown’s appearance, Witheria was assigned to get rid of any vessels of the former Bishop of death.
Jump to the currency that is the Lamb, Witheria is sent to find the cult, destroy it, and obtain the Red Crown. However, along the way Witheria faced a situation and lost their memory.
Found by the Lamb and no recollection of their name, they we renamed Moonwort.
Boom! So far that’s all I got but you’ll definitely get more thanks for coming to my oc Ted talk!
Your honor I love them!
For the birthday of a friend’s son(who is a fan of Gravity Falls)I made him a Bill Cipher plush and a card to go with it!
Translations:
“Or money for the casinos”
“Just keep me away from Toothless I’m allergic…”
Sorry ya’ll Pyramid Steve has captured me!
One day I’ll summarize this oc lore that’s been cooking.
But for now you can get a couple sketches of Bill and Angel interacting.
Smooches all around!!
They all deserve smooches!
And then Angel hid the girdle forever the end!
Yall know what today is!! Fiddleford Friday!!
I had a vision…
Original Picture:
Too much happiness here get sad or whatever!
College AU go brrrrr!
Bonus:
I need to get used to drawing these weirdos.
It’s Fiddleford Friday take some Angel/Fiddleford sillies
Messy sketch of these three in my style more.
I got it! Mah very own Human! Bill Cipher design!
Listen I needed him SHORT!
Your honor I must self indulge once more and many more times.
Enjoy a couple more Bill sillies!!
Taking a gander at drawing Bill often enough.
Taking a gander at drawing Bill often enough.
12 year old me would have been so excited to know that I’d come back to Gravity Falls and make an Oc.
Ya’ll meet Angel Whispers, a local witch of Gravity Falls!
Okay for my return I’ll present a work I’ve done with my new paint markers.
Been a while since I’ve posted! Howdy again yall! Since it’s been a minute you shall become overwhelmed with a fixation that’s come back to haunt me as an adult now.
monthly commission for @longarmsmagee on ko-fi!!
you can get this perk with one of my memberships :D
This was a stupid idea, Spamton thought. He was bowing his head towards the Queen’s Butterfly, Switchson Aron Addison. They were close to the Queen, hell everyone knew that.
They’re always wearing bright colors and patterns, similar to wings of butterflies or some sort of butterfly themed work.
But no one’s ever tried to court them, too many were shy and scared.
Spamton liked to think he was a confident Addison. Or maybe really REALLY stupid.
There were people whispering and gossiping behind their drinks and fans, watching for Switchson’s reaction, awaiting for an obvious rejection.
Yet the whispers became gasping and the talking became louder.
“Do you see her?”
“How incredulous!”
“And for someone like him?”
“That poor dress!”
Curiously Spamton took the risk of looking up, but was quick to realize his eyes only needed to look ahead of him.
Switchson was on her knees, fully sitting on the floor. Her hands lifted the skirt slightly up. Her top half leaned forward and down, eyes closed. All to meet Spamton at his smaller height.
They weren’t just returning his courting.
Switchson was showing Spamton that they saw him as an equal.
Precure Addisons!
Very glad to say I am proud of how this turned out.