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working on a black queen design

I present to you the Proxinian alphabet, with pronouns and everything, for extra woke. I had, for no particular reason, looked up why the O in the Alternian alphabet looked like the O on the poster for the game Oblivion, only to find out it was because Alternia's alphabet was just Daedric flipped upside down. Pretty funny shit. Anyway, I decided then to make a Proxinian one. I won't disclose how much thought was put into this, so it could easily just be scribbles, or very well thought out. Who knows. ⁱ ᵈᵒ

Also also, here's a poem. I will not tell you what it says, but you are free to try to figure it out.

Also also also, if you have any suggestions for what I could add to this alphabet, you are more than welcome to suggest something or make something of your own. There's an 89.9% chance I will canonize it immediately.

New Fantroll time!!

This is Froska Xarifa, the Hermit Princess. She’s an indigo-blood who delights in seclusion, for it is the only place where she can truly indulge in the one thing she loves above all else unabated.

She dreams of obtaining a frog that is CHARMING, NOBLE, BRAVE, and STRONG, a frog worthy of being crowned KING OF ALL FROGS, if such a title even exists. Through tireless experimentation in ethically questionable frog breeding and genetic tampering, she believes she will one day obtain such a magnificent creature—even if it means sacrificing the very stars above to achieve it.

Froska lives at the base of an impossibly tall hive, one she believes is still being built to this very day, though she’s never once climbed a single stair. Why would she? Everything she needs is right at the bottom. Here's a pretty old pic of her, her first even, i'm not very proud of it but i figured id share it just so you can kind of see where she started at.

The general context can be found beneath all the art.

After a few suggestion box shenanigans, Creepen is attacked by a mysterious figure. Moments after nearly dying, he realizes he’s surrounded by hundreds of these identical attackers. Before he can react, he’s suddenly saved by a near-identical version of himself — this other Creepen wields a fishing net that stuns the horde in place.

His savior shouts at him to “answer his damn phone.” Confused, Creepen checks it and realizes he has several missed messages from Dave.

He's been trying to warn him, as just before he had a dream where he were attacked by himself on Derse, then woke up to another him attacking in the real world. After he picks up the phone he i guided into starting the game.

things that might be handy to know:

Dave gave Creepen Homestuck The Mega Collection plus the day the two first met, specifically “for emergencies.”

The game was made by Furthest Ring Studios, a now-defunct developer that only ever made this one game — it bombed because no one knew how to play it.

The “Gamesphere” console it was meant for never released publicly, and only devkits exist (which Dave happen to have four of).

People have tried emulating it, but it’s impossible to crack because the game files are massive — beyond what normal tech can handle.

The only accessible part has ever been the “Extras” menu which were released in 2009, which contained a full digital copy of the entire Homestuck comic.

You might’ve seen her here and there, but here’s an official introduction to Yzzmma Makrim!

She’s Purpleblood fashion designer with quite the arresting pair of eyes—literally. Born with a chucklevoodoo, Yzzmma can use a form of vision-based hypnotism that disorients her opponents, manipulating their perception of time and spatial positioning. So long as she maintains eye contact, she can completely overwhelm them into stillness.

Yzzmma collects troll blood to make dyes for her clothing and is obsessed with completing her collection of every blood type. By the time you meet her, she’s missing only three.

It’s very likely that any of the outfits you see on the Proxinian main cast members were made by her.

Calm and understated, she chooses her words carefully, fully aware of her own unsettling energy. She has a dry wit, but rarely laughs, because when she does, even genuinely, her smile never quite reaches her constantly dilated eyes. She loves fiercely when it comes to her passions, almost too easily falling into mania, and can sometimes grow violent over what she cares about most.

Her clothes are her babies. She has killed people who ruined or underappreciated her creations. So admittedly, wearing her outfits is a dangerous gamble, but often a rewarding one, because she may be the finest designer the planet has ever seen. Recognition has largely eluded her, and she remains in relative obscurity… though she hopes that will change once she gains the high-born blood she so desperately desires.