Who Wouldn't Want To Be A Faerie?

Question: does your sparring partner ever turn into a Junji Ito drawing right before you start?

It’s Chiari Luford! I saw pretty dresses and deer lusus and this beautiful scythe/cane little doodad and I instantly got some sort of goddess vibe from her. I have never actually drawn a deer before! So this was quite the adventure. Thank you, @veridianne for sharing this lovely little fantroll with us, and to @fantrollcharity for making it all possible.

Because dancing is always a good time!

It’s Daginy Chamae for their creator @ladytrollfishes and @fantrollcharity. I saw a lot fo serious looking art for this troll so I thought I’d mix it up a bit. Light based psiionics? more like your personal dance party. It actually looks pretty nice when it doesn’t decide to skip frames, so I’m pretty proud of this one!  I love Daginy’s little poncho, it seems like a nice place to haddle into for a while. And the chamelon lusus just doesn’t get any cuter! What a great design for a fantroll.

For @fantrollcharity

Imagine: you’re in the area, and dive underwater to escape. But when you get down there.... well. This is waiting for you.

When I saw this guy’s backstory, I felt like I had to write a little something for him. Sorry if the voice isn’t quite what you envisioned!!! The dialogue just came to me as I was reading the backstory ^^. Also- I like the Kaffka part of th his name in particular - is it a straight up Kafka reference? Because if so I have even more pity for this poor guy.

Dialogue:

1: Life is tough. Sometimes you get grubnapped and it’s shit.

2: And then it gets better! And you get to be home, real home, and then-

3: You make stupid mistakes and all your friends die and you die and my point still stands, life is shit sometimes.

I have put this off for too long! I need to make a Pellyn Post!!!

Name: Pellyn Keorna

Title: The Archmage

Blood Color: Forest green

Weapons: Magic, staff

Personality: Pellyn’s that kind of gal who thinks she’s always funny, and the world is there for her to make fun of. She’s full of herself, a hoarder of nice things, more than a bit murderous, and at times she can be manipulative. She’s a woman of good humor who loves a good prank or story, and prefers the vibrancy of life to anything else. She hates being static, preferring to keep momentum in her life in any way she can.

History Summary (incomplete, will ad to later)

Pellyn had an endless vendetta against the highbloods of Alternia for the subjugation of the lowblood castes. Unlike some others who have gone up against them, Pellyn only saw one answer to the problem at hand: murder. She teamed up with The Marauder, Silvoa, in pursuit of her bloody aims, and together they were an unstoppable force. Pellyn took their pretty things and used them for her own, openly mocking them by decorating herself with their glittering jewels and fine fabrics in tones of blue, indigo, fuschia, and everything inbetween. Pellyn took her work seriously, but she was the first one to laugh off the weightiness of a situation. Eventually, Halcen, the Dlvscrtr, joined the two of them in their crusading, and the trio painted the land with the blood of the upper castes. Later, Halcen’s presence caused serious friction, but for a time, life was good, blades were sharp, and Pellyn couldn’t be happier.

A Scene With Silvoa and Pellyn (by Shawn)

Silvoa opened the wooden door and entered the room.  Pellyn had been content to pick the smallest available room, and had turned it into the most incredible in the hideout.  Many lit candles lighted the room, floating in mid air at various heights.  Pellyn's dresser and storage chests sat side by side flat against the ceiling, and her bath basin sat firmly in place horizontally against the wall, the water staying within as if it were on ground level, like any other water anywhere else on the entire planet.  And in the middle of the room, cross legged, floating in mid air alongside the candles, was Pellyn.  Her 'glowstone' floating alongside her, constantly pulsing its usual light blue color.

No matter how many times she had entered this room, the magical...ness of it all, whatever the term may be, left Silvoa gaping in awe.  Pellyn was always so CASUAL about it all.  What she did was literally impossible, but she made it the most normal thing in the world.  Pellyn rotated herself backwards in mid air, so she was now floating entirely upside down, still cross legged.  Her hair and clothes hung downwards, no upwards, to Silvoa's perspective, as if Silvoa was the one standing on the ceiling.  Which she may now be doing, for all she knew.

"What's up?" Pellyn asked, her mouth full of the featherbeast leg she was eating, holding it in one hand.  A small piece dropped from her mouth and fell to the plane of the room Silvoa was standing on, which assured Silvoa that she was still standing on the floor.

Silvoa hesitated before knocking on the door to Pellyn's chambers.  Silvoa wasn't nervous about the conversation that was about to take place, only its outcome.  Pellyn always had a way of getting things to work in her favor.  It wasn't manipulation or her magic, it was just simply knowing exactly what to say to Silvoa.  

Silvoa exhaled and knocked on the door.  A muffled "mmhmm?" resounded from within.

"It's me.  Can I come in?" Silvoa asked.

"Mmhmm."

Silvoa opened the wooden door and entered the room.  Pellyn had been content to pick the smallest available room, and had turned it into the most incredible in the hideout.  Many lit candles lighted the room, floating in mid air at various heights.  Pellyn's dresser and storage chests sat side by side flat against the ceiling, and her bath basin sat firmly in place horizontally against the wall, the water staying within as if it were on ground level, like any other water anywhere else on the entire planet.  And in the middle of the room, cross legged, floating in mid air alongside the candles, was Pellyn.  Her 'glowstone' floating alongside her, constantly pulsing its usual light blue color.

No matter how many times she had entered this room, the magical...ness of it all, whatever the term may be, left Silvoa gaping in awe.  Pellyn was always so CASUAL about it all.  What she did was literally impossible, but she made it the most normal thing in the world.  Pellyn rotated herself backwards in mid air, so she was now floating entirely upside down, still cross legged.  Her hair and clothes hung downwards, no upwards, to Silvoa's perspective, as if Silvoa was the one standing on the ceiling.  Which she may now be doing, for all she knew.

"What's up?" Pellyn asked, her mouth full of the featherbeast leg she was eating, holding it in one hand.  A small piece dropped from her mouth and fell to the plane of the room Silvoa was standing on, which assured Silvoa that she was still standing on the floor.

"So...Claymore tells me that you've been asking for a lot of our spare weapons." Silvoa said, leaning back against the door.  Partially to try and keep the conversation casual, partially to keep her knees from buckling from her warped perspective.

Pellyn's mouth formed into a wide grin and she nodded.  "Yeah.  I'm working on something really neat." she said.

"That's great, but the problem is...you're not giving them back.  And we're running pretty low." Silvoa said.

Pellyn sighed and hung her head upwards- no, downards.  "I know.  I still can't stop them from melting.  It's really frustrating." she said.

"Melting?  What exactly are you trying to do?" Silvoa asked.

"I've been lighting them on fire.  I'm TRYING to get them to STAY that way without turning to melted goo." Pellyn said, clearly irritated.

"If you're trying to burn an enemy's weapons, that's what you want, right?" Silvoa asked.

"No, no, no.  I want to light OUR stuff on fire, and keep it on fire."

"I- what?  Why?"

"Because it looks AWESOME."

Silvoa rubbed her forehead.  Pellyn was always under the impression that their battles were somehow not "fun" enough.  Silvoa always tried to exlpain that there wasn't SUPPOSED to be anything fun about it.  They were fighting for their lives.  They were attacking capable, formidable enemies, and they all might die if things went wrong, which they always could.  This was war.  There isn't supposed to be anything fun about it.

"Pellyn, I don't see why that's necessary." she said.  

"Okay, just- hold on." Pellyn said.  She spun in mid air, and dropped down to the floor, landing effortlessly.  She took a step towards Silvoa, Pellyn holding her hands apart in mid air.  "Okay, so- so you're charging into combat.  On your bear."

"Alright." Silvoa said.

"You got your arm blade things on.  And you've got your axes drawn, because you're you, and you have both."

Silvoa nodded.

"You're terrifying.  The highblood are shitting themselves, because they know how dead they are."

Silvoa nodded, slower.

"Now imagine your axes are on FIRE."

Silvoa stared at Pellyn.  The grin on Pellyn's face seemed impossibly wide.  Silvoa looked to the side, picturing the image.

 It’s the cutest bat gal in existence, Strell!!!

Hunny Desmos for @scummyfanspectrum- a late FTC thing! Wanted to make sure that everyone got art for the period of time when I was gone. Poor hunny just can’t catch a break :( even when the demon does not demand food, it just gets slobber everywhere. It’s so gross. Someone please just wrap a towel around poor Hunny, honestly.

The really awkward moment when you forget it’s the full moon. Wow man that’s just... damn. Them’s the breaks. I feel real bad for you buddy, but there just isn’t anything I can do for you.

Hellel Rainer is a troll I can get behind, mostly because if there was a firefight and I got in the middle of it for whatever reason, they’d make a good meat shield. Congrats @eamestrolls for the @fantrollcharity victory!!!

Who doesn’t love mafia roleplay???? Who doesn’t love it? Dream big,

Was there ever a brighter sunbeam, a taller and more radiant star than Moholy Sitzky? The world hath never seen a more destructive, warmer sun that she.

-Ancient proverb

This is Moholy Sitzky!!! Created by @millastrollcity and @artsytrolls (for @fantrollcharity) how could one make a better, brighter-looking troll? A gorgeous subject with a gorgeous theme! I love the shoes most of all, no matter how hard to draw they are.

i kept forgetting the facepaint oops

Have you ever met someone who you know secretly belongs in the Revolutionary Girl Utena anime? I have. Trust me, Vardan Nyctim would fit RIGHT in with the aesthetic. Swing that sword and aim for the rose, he’s ready to battle for the love of the rose bride, or anyone else’s heart, perhaps ;)

Iit’s the handsome Vardan Nyctim by @lunarwings, part of the @mythbusteds timeline, and for @fantrollcharity​. Still catching up on past weeks, but wanted to make sure that this week got the action too :)

Have you ever just met a lowblood that just WON’T stop begging for mercy when you’re getting ready to kill them? This guy sure has.

It’s  CKEERA XENTAS! For @fantrollcharity and his creator, @fishytrolls. I wanted to try and get across that real look of boredom and high-and mightiness. Is it bad that I imagine him sporting the world’s shortest mullet? Probably.