Queenie8166

Get to know me!

I casually forced my Sister to make this for me!!

(Dont worry I payed her)

I've been writing it all week I'm currently finishing off chapter 9 as we speak, so I start sharing the story! To start things off and make it simple, heres my little running sheet for characters.

⚠️TW: Abuse, Self harm, Homophobia, Loss of parent,

I warned you :3 Now read you dare!

ITS MY BIRTHDAY TOMORROW AHHHHH

Im going to be attacking as many of you guys on art fight as possible :333

Here's my art fight :3"https://artfight.net/~SplatQueenie8166

Also!!

WIP :3

This is Rev

https://artfight.net/~SplatQueenie8166

OUCHYYYY

Meet Emmy

She's amazing and like me in so many ways

AND NIXIE!

We gottttttt ALLEN!

King of the gummies <3

🖍 CRAYONS 🖍

Kandi's trash panda

BOWIE

I love bowie

AND ODDBALLL

THERE BACK! Here's there finalised even more messed up lore... Trigger Warning: Indication of Suicide (Sowy) Rubix

Don’t touch me. Don’t look at me like I’m a victim. I’m not some tragic story, you weren’t there. You didn’t see what they did to us. What they made me do.

I’m Rubix. Project 002. They tore me apart, put me back together wrong, and then expected me to keep breathing like nothing happened. Twinkle was the only light I had. That girl was sunshine in a cage. Smiling like a fool through the pain. I hated how much I loved that smile.

They told me I had to survive, and I did. But she didn’t. She slipped away in my arms, and her smile was still there, fading, trembling, but still  it was hers. And something inside me shattered. I haven’t been the same since. I stopped sleeping my eyes are bloodshot. My body's still moving but I'm no longer there.

Now? I don’t feel anything except the heat in my chest and the echo of her voice. The memory of her looking up at me one last time, saying she's sorry.  I’ll never forget it. I won’t let them erase her. Or me.

You want to fight? Good. So do I. Twinkle :3

Hi hi~! I’m Twinkle! That’s not my real name, but I don’t remember that anymore. The doctors called me Project 001, but that sounds boring, right? Twinkle’s wayy cuter. I always smile! That’s what I was known for. Even when it hurt. Even when it really hurt. I have blond hair, that's kinda died pink too, I dont know how it works. 

I lived in the Lab for as long as I can remember. I think I was born there… my dad was the scientist who started all this. Yay me, right? (Haha…) They took off pieces of us, I'm missing an eye. They made us do things, bad , bad things. But I always tried to stay cheerful! Because if I stopped smiling, I’d forget who I was.

Then one day they brought Rubix, Project 002. She was weird, loud, and angry, and I loved her for it. We were the only ones left, he kept the first, killed the rest, so we became everything to each other. I loved her, like, really loved her. But I couldn’t keep going. I ran out of smile. So I said goodbye the only way I knew how, quietly, in her arms.

I hope she’s okay out there. I hope she remembers my smile, even if it was fake.

Like Jinx she hasn't gotten a good drawing of her human form yet, but It's nearly identical to the one in the image below <3

H-hi… I’m Luna. I’m 16. I have albinism, so I’m pretty pale, and my eyes are red… um, like really red. I wear little glasses and paint tiny red crosses on my cheeks—it makes me feel a little braver. I’m good at school, straight As. I guess that’s something I’m proud of… Most days, I’m either studying or taking care of my twin sisters. They’re a handful, but… they’re family. I always thought if I kept working hard and waiting patiently, things would get better. Then something happened, something no one knows about. One day, I was walking home from the library, and I was taken. Kidnapped. Her name was Vivian. It should’ve been terrifying, but… yet it wasn’t. She never hurt me. She was kind in strange ways, quiet like me. I don’t know when it happened, but I started to care about her. Deeply. When she finally let me go… I didn’t go far. I stayed. I know people wouldn’t understand, and that’s okay. I don’t need them to. I’m happy. And that’s all I really wanted.

I haven't actually drawn her as a human yetttttt, but this is JINX

SHE IS NOT THEMED ON JINX FROM ARCANE AHHHH

Heh. Name’s Jinx. I’m 17, menace, and way more trouble than you can handle. One ear, half deaf, all chaos.  Half Pink half green hair, pink and green eyes, scars I hide with makeup ‘cause I like my style loud. I was six when I got my hands on my first gun. Cute, right? Let’s just say I didn’t stop there. Crime feels right to me, where I’m in control. I only have one ear, but I picked up sign language real fast. I don’t need full hearing to read people like open books. My look? Think circus clown meets street queen. The hair, the colors, the painted scars, it’s all part of the performance. But behind the paint, I know who I am: a survivor, a fighter, and someone you probably shouldn’t cross. Call me crazy, call me criminal, why would I care?

Here's her character sheet, if you don't yet know her :3 TW: Indication of Self Harm and Murder (Sowy)

Just a reminder! This is Queenie for those who don't know :3

Hewo! I’m Queenie! I’m 15, I’ve got squiggly medium hair that is dyed and  fades from green to yellow, I wear these super boxy silver glasses ‘cause one of my eyes is a bit lazy. I’ve got six piercings (yes, six!), a cute little nose stud, and I paint green hearts on my cheeks every morning. I basically live in my seafoam hoodie and I never take my crown off. Pretty normal, right? Okay, so technically I’m Princess Quellia Portia II yeah, the heir to the entire kingdom. But when my mum handed down the crown, it wasn’t really a “yay, congrats” moment. It was more like, rule or be executed. No pressure, right? I didn’t want that life. I wanted to paint. To laugh. To go outside without guards trailing me like shadows. So I ran. I took the crown, not as a symbol of power, but as a reminder of where I came from. Now I’m just Queenie. Running. Hoping one day I won’t have to hide anymore and can live on MY TERMS, no thrones, no titles, just mwah :3