Starboundfae - Constantly A Little Lost

Needless to say, I followed the wax like will of the wisps and immediately lost all my light.

Hello, hello? Is this thing on?

Welcome to the blog (2!)!!! Yes, this is a second blog. That probably would've been better as a side blog. I am not filled with great ideas.

The name's Trick, or Teal, or what have you! I am an artist looking for a reason to create more than I do, as well as a place to interact with my friends more! Feel free to pop by and leave an ask, it'll be answered better than if it's left on my main blog!

This blog will be part ask/rp blog, part art blog, as I learn to draw daily and (hopefully) get better at expressions and poses. Get ready for Lore(tm) baby, cause it'll be coming!*

Refs for the ask blog portion will come soon. *So long as people send in asks once that portion opens

Aaaaaand the shitpost

The smell…

                   …of the ocean…

It feels like I am aimlessly floating inside myself.

The sound…

                    …of the waves…

My movement is sluggish, even within my own subconscious. Reaching the waking world feels so close, yet so far.

The feel…

                …of the sand…

The more I push towards consciousness, the harder it feels to do so, as if something is resisting-- and yet, after a minute, I surface with such suddenness that it almost surprises me. Blinding light greets me when I attempt to open my eyes, and it takes a few moments of playing peek-a-boo with the waking world before I am able to keep my eyes open.

The sky… is a beautiful shade of cloudless blue. I reach up towards it, and flinch. Memories drift back to me in fragments, of red and gray and the endless, striking blue of the sky, blocked only by my own hand reaching for something… something…

I can't remember what.

I can't remember much else, either. Assuming the worst-- always the worst, rather than get my hopes up-- I push myself upward, until I am seated, making room for sand and water to join the sky in my immediate field of vision, and begin to test that my body is functioning properly. Better to distract myself than to overthink, since overthinking means wondering how long it's been, which means wondering if--

Enough. I lift my hands and begin to pat myself down, checking that everything was in the right place.

Head. It's attached, certainly, which is always a good start. Both sets of eyes are out, which usually isn't a problem, but probably means that either my mimicry is stunted for the moment, or… whatever fauna is here isn't really human enough for it to be a concern.

Arms. Two of them, fully attached and functional. The nail polish Styx had done before the attack was still intact, surprisingly. I don't typically like nail polish but… I leave it. Perhaps as a sort of reassurance and hope that she's okay, perhaps because I'm too lazy to remove it.

Torso. No wounds, at least. I seem to be wearing light, comfortable, cream colored clothes-- a slightly-too-long t-shirt and shorts. Different from my usual clothing, which is typically what I reform with, no matter the state of it. My staff is still on my hip, which is good, as well as a strange sort of mask. My bag, however, is nowhere in sight. 

Legs. Humanoid, fully attached and functioning. I don't seem to have any footwear, so it's a good thing the sand covering the area is rather fine and not very hot. 

Tail, wings? Missing, it seems. Not great for my balance, but I assume the main population is human enough not to have them, perhaps? 

Conclusion? I reformed fine, which is always good, even if my somewhat fragmented memories hint at a particularly violent death this time. The local population-- which I have so far seen none of, unsurprisingly, considering that I seem to be on an isolated beach-- must be human enough that extra limbs are unusual, but not little oddities such as my bonus eyes. My clothes are quite different, so perhaps they mostly dress the same, and I simply reformed differently to compensate? The mask also seems to be important, if it came on its own, rather than as something I had before, like the lantern-staff.

A mostly humanoid species that dressed mostly the same and wore masks. I don't think, in all of my planet-hopping experiences, that I've met a species with this strange sort of uniform.

This is bound to be an interesting trip...

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TRICK OR TREAT

Seems this one has multiple flavors and textures. Careful when peeling the petals, they're fragile!

Don't use tape, kids. It will just disappoint you.

Testing!

Pretty boy...

OC by @zayathekid

Ah, eyes. Both my bane and my....broth? Help

BONUS: A friend’s sona in the same cube bc I need to figure out her eyes also :3c

[ID Start: A person sits in an office chair at a desk and seems to be staring at a space above the laptop in front of them. There is an arrow pointing to them that reads "Forced 2 create (did it to themselves)". They are crying. /End ID]

Help.