#imagotrolls

yes hello everyone i'm still alive and this time coming at you with desperation in my silly little life to not make it a TMI, my abusive household has tonight reached an unlivable situation and i'm in dire need of finances to both keep myself and my loved ones safe so i'm opening these commission slots to hopefully get shiz done and give to the community some art

i will mostly do homestuck art but honestly i'm down to clown with anything else as long as it's characters. If you are interested, message me on Tumblr about it or ask for my Discord! Commission sheet under the cut, be careful it's pretty long and needs zooming in

“Lights out! Time for grub.” 

A collective sigh of relief came out of the performers, who scattered like isopods under a lifted rock after the call. The beastmaster locked up the performance lusii, the strongtroll put back her weights and the various lowbloods and mutants that manned the theatricals pulled down the floodlights to turn them off. Overall, a strong performance, even though it was just rehearsals. 

Everyone retired to their blocks in the back of the colorful tent, including the Ringleader, who had a long day of directing the show and “correcting” eventual steppings out of line. Retiring in her luxurious chamber, she lit her hookah with a match, and took a quick puff, kicking her legs up and turning her machine on, to have a quick read at the news on the Imperium’s side, and organize the finances of the Cirque.

Wonder when something interesting’s going to happen...

Yohoho...Damn...this is fucking amazing... Yohoho...God, I wonder if I can get some of those peppers~

[She waltzes through the main gate to find the owner, pulling out her wallet to purchase some beef and peppers, maybe even some fruit?]

Soyuka @ Vesper

The sight of a highblood on external territory, much less a purpleblood, stirred suspicion within the farmhand, which peeked at the visitor at the window. However, Ms. Lagomi happily trotted to the entrance, slooooowly walking to the ranch gate on her stick, promptly followed by Vesper, who mad dogged Soyuka with a glare.

"Ohhh, welcome to the Lagomi ranch, darling! How may I help you?" The sweet old lady smiled up at her, hands trembling a little around the spade she used as a cane, Vesper's one-eyed glare nonwithstanding. They were followed by the herding houndbeast, a large mastiff lusus with four eyes and a saggy face.

"How may we help you, yeah?" - Vesper's tone was a little firmer, apprehensive even.

Dust settles at the hooves of the hornbeasts, and the bark of the houndbeast slows and turns to happy panting and tail wagging. It’s a slow day, herding the cattle and letting them graze in the fields adjacent to the farm. 

Coming up to the stone where the farmhand sat, the houndbeast rested its paws up, earning itself a head pat for the good job. With the cattle herded, said farmhand stood up, gathering the herding stick he brought along and walking back towards the farm, amidst the loud moos and bellows and the occasional barks of the houndbeast.

Looking upon the end of the enclosure, he wiped his brow, and hacked a cough into his arm, heading back for the day. Sun was rising and it was unwise to stand in it. 

Supper was served quickly, as Ms. Lagomi poured the hot vegetable and beefgrub soup in the deep dish. They ate in silence, and the farmhand stood once both he and the owner’s dishes were empty. It was filling, and made with purpose. Taking the dishes, he moved to wash them in the cold water sink by the bucket, rinsing them off and setting them aside. “You’re so considerate, dear!” - He heard Ms. Lagomi call, with her sweet wrinkly face and olive sweater. 

He chuckled, and rubbed his good eye a little with ungloved hand.  - “I’m just doin’ my job, ma’am.”