All posts by QueenPeril

Yep!

@WarriorCatsUltima Apologies but your ref made it very unclear. I will not be changing it sorry.

@Coffeeanddragonenjoyer here you go! she was very fun to draw!!

@WarriorCatsUltima here you go I did my best with the ref you provided lol

@Wings of Fire.2022 please specify which number

@ScrollreaderTheTribird 5 is yours!

@Georgiamemetree // @Bellathesearainhybrid 4 is yours!

@Animus-Wandersinger number 9 certainly could be if they were yours. you didn't directly ask for them, simply commented so 9 is going to Quail instead. apologies if you were interested

@QuailtheMudWing8 as Wandersinger didn't ask for 9 and simply commented on them, 9 is yours!

@CHICKENICEWINGTHINGY ty for the reference. I know you had nothing but kind intentions when you offered to do pasion's ref but please refrain from doing so on this thread. Thank you.

@Aiden Gordet here you go!

@angel of course <3

@linkzac1 cool thank you!

@CHICKENICEWINGTHINGY I'm happy to! Just fill out the form :D (the slots are more of a suggestion than anything anyways lol)

@Angel Of Madness 001 here you go!

@Linkzac1 accepted. The horns are a little confusing- are they meant to be deer horns? Are they meant to be sharp?

@Aiden Gordet accepted.

@WarriorCatsUltima accepted

@Coffeeanddragonenjoyer I don't usually do fanon tribes but I'll make an exception here- accepted

Here you go! Hope it's to your liking!

@Angel Of Madness 001 accepted!

Congrats everyone!!! <3

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It's been long two years. They know that.

Even if it feels like it's barely been a single day and like it's stretched on for an eternity...

But still, even now...

Even after everything's finally getting back to 'normal' for the s̶e̶c̶o̶n̶d̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶r̶d̶ fourth time-

They don't feel right.

They haven't for a while, not since this- all this has been going on.

The fighting. The mistrust. The betrayals. The executions. The Tragedy. The-

At least they still remember when- what it felt like to feel right.

At least they have their memories.

r̴̛͈̳̲̋͒̈́̈́͑͛̋̄̐ę̸̖͎̣̞̣͉͚̙̘̜̝͑͜ť̵̢̧̛͖̩̳̲̣̝̩̦̘̤̪̭̉̽͠͝u̵̘̓̆͋̈͌̒̂̂̓̏̾̓̍͒̕r̵̼͈̩̯̟̲̳͎̦̭̫̥̗̯̈̓͌̀́̔̀͝ͅn̴̨̜̬̞̪̱̻̼̗͍͆̇̀̂̈́̈̌͗ ̴̞̦̹̻̭̎̅͗̑́̔̓́̂͌͂̓̄ḫ̸̢̦̪͆̋͆͊̈́ơ̷̧̧̛̮͚̠̭̖͓͖͆̐͛͆̅̒̀̇̕͝m̴̢̰̳͎͉̻̰̐̾͋͆̾̿̕͜e̵̡͇̝̳̖͎̺̼̲̰͎̎͆͌̈́̀̾̉́̍͐̚͜

Their fins silently glide through the water, deeper into the depths. Silence, now, is key to survival. If you can't be silent- well then you might as well be dead.

Something screeches and they instantly freeze, claws ready, fins tensed, ears alert.

Nothing leaps out to attack them and they hover there, barely breathing, stiller than a statue.

The screech echoes out again, fainter, further away and they relax by a fraction of an hair, slipping away deeper into the depths.

The water gets murky and murkier where it used to be clear, almost crystal clear and bright. The colorful sea blooms that used to adore every inch of this area are withered, coated in a black sludge as an dark festering algae creeps between the drooping

stems.

r̸̭̦͆͐̒̅͛̄͌͝͝ẽ̶͓́̈̿̓͠t̴̠̞̼͌̒́̀́û̷̧̡͔̠̪̪̝͓̽̈̍̅̐̀͊r̸̘̦̓͂̐͛̔͊͋̄n̸̢͕͓̭͔̙̞̦̖̐̓̈́̈̎̊̑ ̶̛̛̞̤̈̌̂̽h̵̨̨͎̓̈͐͛̏͌́̋̚ó̷̧̟̭̣̿͗̒͒̚͜ḿ̸̨̨̡̧̠̺̬̗́͋͆̈͆͑̔̚e̷̘̳͈̎͘͘

They cautiously flicker their light scales, the gentle blue barely breaking through all the murk but there, ahead is the vague silhouette of the Academia.

The once proud walls of marble and shell are dark, covered in festering plants. The tall glass windows are shattered, a few pieces clinging determinedly in their frames while shards lie haphazardly across the floor. If the sun still reached down here like it once did, they'd catch the light ever so beautifully, but they lie, barely glinting by the light of the scales in the depths of dark sludgy sea grass, already too long for how little time has passed.

They check around them, to ensure they're alone. They always are but- it's necessary now.

The entrance hall is devoid of life, too empty-

the hall was always full of the hustle and bustle of students, rushing to and from, full of laughter and chatter. The students in such a hurry, dart around and over, taking leaps of flight as the attendance lady laughs, her pale gold light scales flickering in response, having long given up on managing them.

Moss of some sort has begun to sprout up on the floor, broken up by strands of slimy looking seagrass. The walls are blackening and something drips, somewhere. It's quiet in a way that feels wrong, that feels wrong here, in this place. The attendance desk sits... almost empty. A pale golden flower, of twisted petals and warping flesh that pulsates ever so slowly.

ŕ̷̰̱͍̝̃͠͝é̷̺̲͍̣̉̏t̷̝̝͖̝̜̒͆̓̕͝ṷ̷́̆̈̌̔ŗ̸̪̩̼̄n̶͖̱̥̈́ ̷̧͋͘̚h̷̗͗͑̍͆̉o̴͕̔ͅm̴̩̟̎̈́̿̆̚͜ͅȅ̵̢͖̥͌̌̕

Their tail brushes against the floor as they swim, slowly through into the hallway, wincing at the feel of the thick black sludge they made contact with.

They swim down the halls, missing how they used to walk down these halls, paws padding gently as they walk to their class, passing others in session, in rooms brightly-lit, voices full of passion talking, of enthusiasm and desire to learn, to know in the very fibre of the Academia, seeping from the halls, the classrooms, the students themselves.

They make a turn to the left and stop, memories broken by the sight before them. The roof has come down, blocking the way forward with shattered chunks of marble, dark seagrass already making its claim. The right wall is crumbling down slowly, exposing the greater sea, waters dark and murky, shadows twisting within. Even though there's just enough room for them to make it through and onwards... it's too exposed, too risky even if they still vaguely remember the layout of the Academia.

r̵̗̬̹͓̊̈́͘͜͠è̷͖̪̓̀̓͑ț̶̡̛̪̆̅̉̕ṷ̷͌͆r̵̮̈́n̷̻̊ ̶̀̈́̾̽̄͜h̸̦̝͚̜̞̾͑̾ō̴̙̅̒̌͘ͅm̷̯̺̱͛̆͂̇̐e̷̫̩̣̾̅̃̇

They take the longer way, turning down corridors dark and engulfed by plants and reclaimed by the sea and turning down corridors ruined and crumbling with a sense of urgency.

They head up the stairwell, first one, then another till they're barred by a gate, rust creeping up it from the damp but it's dry by some miracle. Please, please let my Library be.

r̵̖̂ë̴̲͖́t̴̠͖̊u̵͚͌̕r̷̬̄n̸̲̼̿̋ ̴̹̦̀̈ĥ̶̥̘́ō̸͕͝m̵̺̪̕ḛ̸̄̈́ͅ

Their key is long since lost and they ram their shoulder into the gate, once, twice and it gives, rusted bars falling apart and they swim, as fast as silence will let them.

The large oaken doors stand tall, marred by deep angry claw marks but unopen. They push the doors open to find- disappointment.

The walls drip with heavy coils of a strange plant, mingling with blackish moss, leeching damp, damp, damp and mildew. The desks are scattered across the room in pieces, thrown about... by someone. Pages, damp and curling and torn lie limp and lifeless. A light scattering of ash coats the floor by the former reference shelves, painstakingly hand carved by a former student, it's rich oak once inlaid with abalone shells now sits empty, of both books and shell. How did a Firebreather make it down here?

It's been thrown into utter disrepair, books and artifacts and writing gone, stolen, burnt, hidden- lost.

It's so far from what it used to be.

h̵̢͈͈̫̗͛̿́̈̕ǫ̴̞̥̬̌̌̑m̸̯͂̑̎͘͝e̸̤̗͗̏̓͛

The marvels of their Library are now only preserved in their memories.

Their Library is no longer the sanctum of learning it once was.

They sit, no longer minding the plants, tail falling over a broken desk.

They sit and they observe, taking it all in,

and they sit,

and they fall still, already silent

and their body does not rot as they fade

and their body warps, twisted petals of a strange fungi clawing it's way out from beneath their light scales,

they curl up and around,

slowly,

with all the time in the world,

it blooms,

into

pale blue flower,

of twisted petals

and

warping flesh

that pulsates

ever

so

slowly

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A.N:

- for anyone confused: the character has been taken over by a fungi parasite, that is basically compelling them to return home in order to bloom

- the themes are mainly shown through change in the environment and the way the character feels and reacts to it

Oop yeah of course <33

2 joy angs for each place

No problem!

Joining!

First of all, apologies for taking so long but without further ado, the placements:

1. Shock

2. Oblivion

3. QueenBook

Congratulations!!! Shock you'll be expected to host the December Palette Contest!

@AFellowMercyMain if you could pop over to my wall to judge ASAP that would be wonderful!