Month: May 2012

So what if instead of a super violent and angry kismesitude rife with power imbalance and massive political issues, pre-Scratch Summoner would just like tacklepounce Subjuggles and sit on him and braid his hair into pigtails and run away cackling and they were totally hatebros in a magnanimous sort of way.

What if then.

I have this problem where I make fantrolls and can’t stop.

==> Be the CREEPY SUBTERRANEAN TROLL

You cannot be the CREEPY SUBTERRANEAN TROLL because the CREEPY SUBTERRANEAN TROLL is LEGALLY DEAD.

==> Be the CREEPY SUBTERRANEAN TROLL anyway

Fine. Your name is AMETRI ARNELI, you are 11 sweeps old, and you are currently ON THE LAM, but only technically. Primarily, you are trying to AVOID DETECTION BY THE EMPIRE because by all official reckoning, you are an EX-TROLL. When conscription time rolled around, you MISSED YOUR BOAT and have been living as an UNDERGROUND RENEGADE ever since. Having a star-nosed digbeast as a lusus has really helped you out with that. Your hive was razed when everyone else in your hatching cohort departed spaceside, so you now occupy an ever-evolving series of TUNNELS.

You survive the harsh wilderness of Alternia by TUNNELING INTO YOUNGER TROLLS’ HIVES and TAKING THEIR STUFF. You haven’t managed to purloin a RECUPERACOON since yours was destroyed, and as a consequence, you haven’t gotten a GOOD DAY’S SLEEP in a few sweeps. Your KELPTOMANIACALLY-SCAVENGED DIET and CHRONIC SLEEP DEPRIVATION have given you a markedly emaciated appearance. Your CLOTHES aren’t in much better shape, although you more-or-less OUTGREW THEM a while back anyway.

Before taking up a career as a DESPICABLE DRAFT-DODGER, your interests included SHINY ROCKS and the EXCAVATION THEREOF. You have a keen fascination with CHEMISTRY, especially when it involves UNSTABLE NITROGEN COMPOUNDS. You maintain these interests to what extent you can, often with DELETERIOUSLY INCENDIARY results due to REMARKABLY INADEQUATE lab equpiment.

You have the ability to project and detect psionic vibrations in some sort of PSYCHIC ECHOLOCATION, which is immensely helpful when NAVIGATING UNDERGROUND, and also for dissolving persistent boulders when implementing explosives would be EXCESSIVE.

Back when you had a HUSKTOP and RELIABLE CONNECTION, your trolltag was trinitroTourmaline, and you manner of speaking ***~|TeNded To be a liTTle explosive.|

More Orkneystuck!

Tavros, Aradia, Vriska, and Terezi are that brand of vaguely-Seelie-ish fairies that steal cattle and joyride it around the country side and generally wreak mostly-harmless havoc on innocent humans for shits and giggles. Team Charge usually wins when they race livestock. Tavros is a most superior cow-pilot. 

In your Orkneystuck AU, can there also be a changeling Karkat who has an identity crisis when he discovers that he is not human? (and both Karkats hate each other immensely for “stealing” their lives.)

I like it!

(I would like to take this opportunity to encourage people to write stuff for this, because fiction writing is not a skill I possess in any great quantities.)

More Orkneystuck because I cannot stop. Your first fatal error was allowing me self indulgent AUs. Your second was leaving me unsupervised while painting rocks. 

Anyway! In which Gamzee just cannot catch a break re: mostly-absentee semi-aquatic animal father-figures getting shot and washing up on beaches. Gamzee is this selkie kid who does not have his seal skin for some Ill-Defined Reason, and can’t join his sealdad out at sea, but sealdad very very seldom comes shoreside. Because Gamzee’s life is actually a Child Ballad, sealdad gets shot and Selkie!Gamzee gets tragedy. 

So if anyone would care to recall that poorly conceptualized AU I decided would be cool last night, I felt the need to doodle it.

Selkzee and his band of roving compatriots, including Nepeta the Cat Sidhe, Karkat the Human Kid Kidnapped By Fairies, and Equius The Puca With The Prettiest Hair. 

There is no actual reason Karkat is ginger as fuck and also wearing a tartan. At some point I think I just stopped caring and made him as stereotypically Scottish as I could. Because why not. 

I need to be brutally honest with you guys, the main motivation for this image was to draw Equius as a magical fairy horse. 

P.S IF ANYONE HAS RESOURCES FOR WORKING CLASS SCOTTISH ATTIRE CIRCA 1600 that would be great, you should share them with me.

As my dash explodes with Sherlock feels, I’m just over here drawing more Discstuck.

Finally trollified my absolute favorite character (Susan), and also Angua, Carrot, and Sybil. Sybil looks alarmingly like my mother, but my mother is okay with being Sybil, so there we go. 

Headcanon bloodcolors, for who cares: Angua is cerulean, Carrot is out-and-out tyrian purple, Sybil is indigo, and Susan is a kind of middling olive. 

Sometimes you just get in the mood to Discstuck.

And by that I mean sometimes you just get in the mood to draw the Summoner in Ankh-Morpork City Watch armor for no discernable reason. 

Also Vriska and Eridan as Worst Student Wizards. Eridan takes it very seriously! He is just not a very good wizard. Vriska is nominally a student but mostly just runs around the halls of UU flaunting her blatant eight-ness and causing much distress.