#chaindoodles

The sun is setting. The sky is all twilight, pinks and oranges and yellows. You find yourself staring. The sun touches the horizon line. A mar reveals itself on its skin as if breaking in a shatter. It startles you, but you do not stop staring. A mar on the sky itself rips open in front of you. The rift is torn apart like cheap fabric as a shadow lifts its head against it, as inky curtains of hair spill out, as the sky falls around it like a veil. You cannot stop staring. The unmistakable shape of an eye rips open. It mirrors the horizon line perfectly. It spots you, looms over you. The next tear opens inside the rift; a crooked smile, full of teeth. You wish you could stop staring. In comes a whisper in your ear, a breath of voiceless voice: hiiiiiiiii~

i feel like ive mentioned this before, but the "h" in "h. reisz" often stands for "hypocrite". they loathe the concept of having someone walking around in their psyche and/or peering inside their head... and love doing that to other people. theyre a curious little thing, is all. just browsing :) don't worry about it :) if they like the cut of your jib you will wake up better than when you went to sleep. you may find a treat in your pocket, even. if they don't... well. oh well!

unedited og

yknow the deal. alt versions georg.

this was my usage of free will for the night. i don't rly consider him a twink at all but sure he can still dress like one

posts zoomed in crops praying for tumblr to crush the quality less

light versions before i accidentally deleted the bg and noticed darkness was a much better vibe

yknow what? have an ed/nmsong on the house. nothing to do with anything in specific here (this fit demands a waltz or smth i suppose) im just vibing with his new unhinged era. vibe with me

tfw your wife(/spouseyhubby) never put an actual leash on you so you collar yourself for the symbolisme of it all every time you leave the nightmare house. romence.

a retouch of this old thing

i made a simple parabolan fit design for Reisz with their in-game items :D inspired by the neathyfashioncoalition prompt but uhh i went so ham with the original piece it mightve ended up too eyestrain-y to submit :[ still figuring out what to do with it but for now have these. adjacent doodles

anyway anyhow. smol loredrop below :]

after LF one of the first things reisz did aside from going insane was getting this quality:

the whole deal with the sun was A Misunderstanding and they did Not want to stay on bad terms with the native inhabitants of Parabola, so they really put work in building a reputation among the general snek populace. Reisz also generally sympathizes with the Fingerkings because well. they just want to Exist. they find that admirable, yknow? in the end it's not that different from their own motivation of Feeling Alive

(the Boil still won't see them, but never bothered them again either, so they tentatively assume things are ? at a truce of sorts. i have some loose ideas abt the boil & eddie to explain why they seem to leave the pc alone in-universe but theyre still all over the place tbh)

so yeah Reisz arranged 364758 vessels for the sneks and irresponsibly set a bunch of them loose in the Is. they are greeted by hisses of approbation everywhere & often have little schools of possessed fish following them around in Parabola. at some point there was a whole queue for guided trips to London

they hiss a little, some days more than not, but well, when you speak whispering/trying not to move your mouth the sibilant sounds can become quite marked. they don't think this is because of their Connections.

the split tongue definitely is though but its cool so they dont mind it

i must note, bc this is rly funny, we (me and rei) did not know fingerkings possessed people by the time we maxed Connected bc we hadnt gotten to that part of the Labyrinth/Dangerous MYN yet. LOL

as you can see i drew them separately and couldnt resist quickly applepenning the doodles bc. theyre a fuckign set apparently ??? (side-eyeing the blorbos merging in my head) disgustang... i know no peace...