The Paintedflame Pillar

((Last person I expected to see here tbh just wanted to let you know))

Ekoh is here?

“Old Hills”

“Is nature a conscious thing or a set of circumstances” (from the documentary “The End Of Time”)

Finally finished this one. Posted the WIP a few months ago. Also edited it down a lot to keep it simpler. Still got carried away with it though.

Trying to imagine a world that was starting to empty of spirits just as Jack arrived. How not all spirits have human shapes (note to self- never make it a whole environment AGAIN! Had to slap colors on the whole thing! Gah!). How hard it was, from the beginning, for Jack to have interactions even with others of his kind.

Looks like non-humanoid spirits have terrible communications skills. I’m looking at you, moon!

uhm... sadly i didn't at the time you asked me. but i do have now! so sorry for the longer wait;;;

the one i posted were really tiny and i was working anyway on these. it just took me a bit to get it done :D uhm... so here me playing dressup... with yue... again... sorry yue...

if i have to explain mayself... my thought process is basically... yue is the moon. so her dress is either the moon or the enviorment around or below her. and.... you know... fish... -tries not to feel my ex profs glaring at me like "elaborate more dang it"-

Here, in this time, they are still so young. Toffee still wears his crown of branches — he hasn't renounced the throne yet, he remains a prince. This is one of my favorite details about the local monsters: their crowns, woven from twigs and shoots. They feel so raw, so primal — a perfect reflection of their untamed nature.

The new style he's showing off now goes against everything the old traditions stand for. Maybe it's his personal act of rebellion against his ancestors' ways. Or maybe — it's a quiet symbol of his identity slowly slipping away.

It's curious how the immortal monsters adorn themselves with bones and skulls. You could read it as a sort of mockery of death — the one thing that, unlike everything else, simply cannot touch them.

Elstafet, on the other hand, prefers to keep her hood on. She tries not to stand out, to blend in with the other snakes and meet their standards. But of course, it's all in vain. The Uroboros wear white to set themselves apart — to signal their elevation, their distance from other monsters.

From a young age, Uroboros are taught to dance and sing. It's a core part of their self-expression — an art meant to bring delight to other monsters. But after the war began, Elstafet never made a sound again. And the disability she gained has forever taken away her ability to touch any instrument.

Their ideals here are so different that, if they were free monsters living on Mewni without the Butterflys, they would never have chosen to work together.

Who are you calling emo boy?

My friend reminded me I can make art of my own fics and so here are these beautiful idiots conifrming they are not in danger of developing actual fond feedlings for each other any time soon.