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@magioffire actual footage of Shien becoming their fiercest protector, 5 seconds after seeing Vali's baby grubs for the first time. XD
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@fire-spitting-demon-bastard "I invited you to stay with me in an abandoned crumbling 2000+ year old castle ruin which had rubble in every god damn hallway and termite food for doors! HOW the ever loving fuck is it now so god damn spotless?!"
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Shien watched Carlos with a confused tilt of his head, as the big guy stared at basically everything in this castle of his, as if it was an all new world and not literally the same castle, but with cleaner floors.
"It was in a bit of a mess, yeah. But 'twas nothing a sturdy broom and a bit of determination couldn't deal with. I mean, at least none of it was covered in oozing fungi or monster-hornet wax-saliva...."
The little hampire shuddered, suddenly overcome with a rather vivid insectoid-related memory. Shaking himself to get rid of the image, he hurried to catch up with Carlos' longer steps.
"The doors weren't too hard to replace. There's plenty of lumber growing outside, and I found a battle-axe stuck in some dusty dude's head with a decent enough blade to double as a lumbering axe and a wood planer. The windows were much more of a trouble. Like, I could get the hearth, after cleaning out the chimney shaft, hot enough for glass melting, but there's only so much window-panes one can make of left over window shards and a pile of broken bottles. The south-facing windows have to remain barred for the time being, I'm afraid."
The demon stopped in his tracks and turned to face the hampire silently at first, not even in a judging sort of manner but simply lost for words. “Wait, you’re saying these are the original windows?!” he inquired motioning to a perfectly intact window to his side... albeit a little tainted with green or brown glass in a couple of places from the use of recycled bottles being added into the mix of original glass, but the additional colours some how added some charm to them. “If you hadn't just explained all that, including where that axe went, I probably would have thought you were a secret magic user or something... not that there’d be anything wrong with that, go ham if you are!” he shrugged a little adding that last part in. “Well, considering you’ve done all this by yourself I should probably give ya something for it, right? Name yer price, squirt! What is it you desire? ... I can’t grant wishes or nothin obviously but if it’s within my ability I’ll see what I can do”
Shien visibly glowed under the praise, taking obvious pride in his work. When Carlos asked him to name a price, however, he froze, looking up at the tall guy with the slightly panicked smile of every student, who hasn't been paying attention in class and has just been asked to answer the teacher's question.
"Pri...ce? Ah well... what I...."
Blinking rapidly, Shien fought against the rising anxiety of failing to answer immediately, as he weighed all possible answers in his head, over whether or not they could get him in trouble.
"Well, it would be mighty nice of you, if I could stay here. Maybe give me a job? I'm a very good janitor! Yeah.... a live-in job with a bedroom somewhere in here, that'd be great!"
Before he even finished his sentence, he already got the feeling, that this was not quite hitting the mark of what the other might have expected. So he hurried to add on to that: "A-and... if I may be a little more selfish.... the garden facing west is... I mean, I know it was originally made to hold roses and such, but the soil has the perfect acidity to plant potatoes and turnips... so... if I may ask for a small vegetable patch for that..."
Shien: "If you swallowed living worms.... is it still considered food... or are you considered a can of worms?"
I just had a hilarious thought:
Unneutered hamsters, especially the smaller races, can easily have balls hanging between their legs that are about a third of their entire body size when they are full and ready for mating season... And when Shien transforms into a blue dwarf hamster...
Needless to say things are a bit obvious. 🤣
@fire-spitting-demon-bastard "I invited you to stay with me in an abandoned crumbling 2000+ year old castle ruin which had rubble in every god damn hallway and termite food for doors! HOW the ever loving fuck is it now so god damn spotless?!"
@fire-spitting-demon-bastard
Shien watched Carlos with a confused tilt of his head, as the big guy stared at basically everything in this castle of his, as if it was an all new world and not literally the same castle, but with cleaner floors.
"It was in a bit of a mess, yeah. But 'twas nothing a sturdy broom and a bit of determination couldn't deal with. I mean, at least none of it was covered in oozing fungi or monster-hornet wax-saliva...."
The little hampire shuddered, suddenly overcome with a rather vivid insectoid-related memory. Shaking himself to get rid of the image, he hurried to catch up with Carlos' longer steps.
"The doors weren't too hard to replace. There's plenty of lumber growing outside, and I found a battle-axe stuck in some dusty dude's head with a decent enough blade to double as a lumbering axe and a wood planer. The windows were much more of a trouble. Like, I could get the hearth, after cleaning out the chimney shaft, hot enough for glass melting, but there's only so much window-panes one can make of left over window shards and a pile of broken bottles. The south-facing windows have to remain barred for the time being, I'm afraid."
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random funny thought I had:
Shien: -in the library dusting books- -Suddenly loud cluttering sounds and Vali's cursing can be heard down the hall- Shien: ..... -sighs- Shien: -shouting- "Should I bring the dustpan or a body bag?"
POV: You got caught badmouthing Vali at a party
One day, I might give this sketch some clean linearts and a proper coloring. Today's not the day tho. This was just a doodle of a scene, that wouldn't leave my head unless I sketch it. XD
Fun fact: I had to change the canvas size 2 times, because Asmund was just too damn tall for the standard size. 🤣
From back to front: Asmund (mine @sammoedr ) Valeriu (@magioffire And Shien
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Shien and Vali's relationship summed up (with emojis for flavor)
Shien: Who the heck is making a ruckus in the kitchen at 2 in the mor-? Vali: -hanging on the wall and staring at Shien in the semi dark with glowing eyes- Shien: 😐 ... uh... do you wanna talk about it?
Vali: ị̶̝̤̄̎̑̎͊͒͐́͛̊͗̿͜n̵̙̠͎̬̘̮̻͖̗̤̬͙̗̋̌̍̉̉̇̒̆̾c̶̛̥̻͙͈̠͓͉͕̩̲̟̗̖͖̦͕̆͌̀̀̋̇̂̎͒͊̆̔̌͊ǫ̷̧̹͋͆̿͝ḣ̷̡̛̗̣̜̞̻̳̗͕̎̾͛̎̽̂͛͗̈́̑̓̃͌̅̄e̷͍͒̈́́ŗ̷̻̙̗̰̯̦̰͔͔̤̜̄͋̔̍́̆̑͑͐͜͠ḛ̷̛̻̝̖̘̹̮͔̭̪̬̗̱͋̉̏̐̈́̓̈́́̈́̇͊̈͂̅͝͝n̴̢̢͖̻̜͙͔̝̫̮̖̗͕͔̱̪̐́̓̒̇̈͘ţ̶̧̡̛̱̼̟̥̱̬͊͆̍͋̆͊́̇͗̄̊̽ ̴̹̙̠͑̑̑̽͋̈́̎͝s̵̨̛͚̫̮̯̥̼͓͙͕̤̺͔̲̣̗̉̌̎̇̊͐̀̕͝ͅc̵̡̩̫̭̰̹͈͓̗̞̉̏͌̈́r̷̢͍͍̝̫̱͕͔̩̮̟͚͖̭̞͑̒̿̉̑̿͒̎̇̍̕ͅe̸̢̢͕̞̟̙͌̋͒e̴̦̜̣͕͓̍͂̔͛̔͐͗̑̾͘͘͜͠͝c̴̤̞͎̅̀̽̍͆̈́̄̎̑̕h̵̡̯̹̖̗̻̗̼̦̟̍̈́̆i̸̡͓̲̜̱̖͉̇̈́͑̋̈́̇̾̌͑̋̌̾͌͠͝͝ņ̷̧͎̖̻̑͆̈̂͒̈́̒͘͜g̴͔̍̓́́̃̋̈͂̋̉
Shien: 😑Right. I go make hot chocolate.
-10 minutes later-
Shien: -sitting with Vali and two mugs of hot chocolate at the table- Shien: Better? Vali: 🥰
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Shien: -watches Vali essentially wading in what looks like a serious horse infestation- Shien: Nuh-uh! Today's my day off! Also, horses eat baby chicks! I ain't going near an animal that size, when I can't even trust its herbivorous lifestyle!
Demon: So... remember how I took your soul last week? Shien: No refunds! Demon: -crying- but it's making me sad!
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Me: -wants to play a little with Shien- Suddenly everyone: -reblogs a starter meme for my muse to plae a knife to their muse's throat- Me: Oh c'mon!!! Shien can't reach that high!!!
New Icon!!!
I finally finished the new character icon design for Shien. Look at my little monster boy! So pathetic! Such a little guy! An absolute wet blanket of a man! <3
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This deep in the forest, sound doesn’t travel very far. The lush canopy above and the thick underbrush below muffle most any noise from just a stone throw away. As such, it is somewhat concerning, when one hears a roar, as if from a large beast from far above the tree tops. There are not many flying beasts in this land, that can make such tremendous noise. After that one roar however, silence reigns yet again... for all of 5 seconds, before a faint sound - as of someone screaming in high-pitched fear - could be heard from that same direction, getting louder and louder. Then suddenly something solid crashes into the canopy, falling noisily through the treetop, seemingly crashing into every branch on the way down until finally crashing onto the ground, before the feet of the unprepared observer.
In a heap of broken branches and greenery lies, what appears to be a very short, very shabbily dressed elf with a shock of shaggy white hair on his head, face down in a small crater created from the still immense force of the fall, not even the tree could break.
Silence reigns once again. Nothing moves for several seconds. Then from the still unmoving elf comes a muffled voice:
“I hate dragons.”
One of my patrons on my Patreon requested more nsfw art of my OCs. So I started a new series for that, the first to star in it is Shien. I can’t show the full artwork here for obvious reasons, but I wanted to at least show off the pattern of his curse marks. Look at the little guy! >3<
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Happy Valentine's Day, Shien! Here's a poem for you: Roses are red/ Violets are blue/ life is short/ and so are you.
Shien: ಠ╭╮ಠ
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Are you sure, you're not a vampire? I mean what's with all this living forever and stuff!?
Shien: "You know the saying 'only the good die young'? Well, I'm really awful at pretty much everything."
“Y’know I’m not surprised there are so many vampire covens living in huge mansions. Imagine being an insomniac vampire and pacing around a small room all day cause ya can’t go out in the sun, or worse still shuffling around in a coffin. Least ya can get up and walk around inside a mansion!”
Shien stared at Carlos with an expression halfway between honest confusion and tired exasperation: “....an... insomniac - you do realize, that those mansions are mostly due to old money, right? Like, have you paid attention to housing prices these days. A mansion a few hundred years back could easily be afforded by a two generation merchant family. Why would anyone sell that a couple of decades down the line and switch to a two-bedroom apartment, barely the size of a shoebox, when instead you can just fake your own death and write a will, that makes yourself the next generation owner of the mansion?”
Shaking his head, he said: “One of my previous masters, has inherited his own house 5 times, and only once did he have to murder a registrar, who got suspicious.”
