[arcanewilde]

Small reminder that this comp ends this Friday! 💖💕

[xem]

Username: xem
Name: Lacuna
Pronouns: she/her
Prompt:

“What exactly were you expecting? A horrifying face perhaps? Something that you’ve only seen in nightmares? You see my abdomen first, viewing the sharp teeth and gnarly grin.. You can only guess what hides behind my hair is something more terrifying. But is that really the truth? I supposed it is in your nature for your mind to think and assume before your eyes can see what is truly there.”



“You see my face, my horns.. looking for anything out of the ordinary. But the truth is, my face is relatively normal.. My eyes lack depth, my pupils more narrow, my jaws do not crack nor stretch, in fact the only resemblance between them and the ones on my torso are the similar tongues of bright cyan. My mane is thick, the dark hairs filtering out the bright sunlight of the day to protect my failing eyes. In fact as I see you, you are little more than a blur.”



“ Maybe that’s not the only reason I hide. Perhaps it’s also because I want to avoid conflict, these days it’s rare to find a friend, someone you can trust and grow close to. Most just want to see my face before scattering off to spread more rumors about me. But you're different, it seems you’ve stuck around long enough to listen to me with my soft, and perhaps quiet voice. You haven’t made any rude comments or assumptions and you seem like a rather calm, peaceful individual. Maybe, just... Maybe, you could be the one to end these rumors. Perhaps when the time comes, I can call you friend."

Trait List:
[nr] expression
[nr] brow shape
[nr] eye shape
[c] colored sclera
[uc] pupil shape
[r] tongue shape
[r] horns

Pixel Credits
Keldine Face Ref by Kageyenova

[arcanewilde]

Extending this comp until June 15th CS roll over

[Micki.]

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Username: Micki.
Name: Abbadon
Pronouns: he/him, they/them
Prompt:

click to see the lines w/o color


(nr) brow shape - thick, blocky

(c) hair

up in a bun in the image bc in my au he will likely wear it up in a bun most times + to see the face design
(c) shorter fur - cheek
(c) sclera color - all eyes except forehead eye
(c) heterochromia - eyes are gradient from one color to another + blank eye is diff color

not sure if this counts as heterochromia or not?? listed it just in case
(uc) no pupil - middle set of eyes
(uc) pupil change - upside down cross, dots
(uc) muzzle adjustment
(uc) fur edit - chin tuft/beard

(r) blank eye - forehead eye
(r) teeth edits - smol little teefsies
(r) horns
(r) tongue shape change

(u) extra eyes - 2 extra sets + one single one on forehead
(u) spikes/horns on body - on nose bridge

(ch) halo
extras: { falling isn't just for angels }

[StormSerpent]

Username: StormSerpent
Name: Weeping Willow
Pronouns: She/Her
Prompt:

~ Added traits ~

(uc) pupil shape - rounder
(R) scales placed elsewhere
(R) single horn
(R) flightless wings
(R) multiple scale shape change
(U) missing eye

Often people wonder, what is their purpose, why am I here, what should I do. Those people are lucky, they can go anywhere, do anything, be anything. They have a choice.
I know what I am here to do, I have a job to do, I always have.
Nobody much likes me, but I suppose that’s to be expected when you always come bearing bad news. I say what others are too afraid to tell.
Doing such always pains me, I wait for it to get easier but it hasn’t.
I would stop but I have a quirk, mother always said it was a gift, but I see it as a curse. I tell the truth, I cannot lie, I cannot stand by and not say anything, I must speak the truth. I have nothing against lies, I have nothing against not telling everyone everything they never wanted to hear.
But somebody has to do it. I have to do it.
With simple things such as personal opinions it doesn’t matter, but the words slip out all the same. But that is not why I am here, I will do the hard part.
I don’t even know these people, nobody talks to me, yet I’m the one to tell them of death.
That is why I exist, I tell people when family or friends have passed away. It is not a pleasant job and not one that I take lightly.
Each and every time my heart splinters in fragments of fragments. Watching their face fall as they realise what has happened, or seeing them understand there is no escape from the lies they tell themselves.
Things don’t always get better.
Things don’t always end well.

I know what you’re thinking, I can see you looking at it.
The mouth? It’s really not as exciting as you might hope.
It’s not there for some weird demonic curse or anything
like that if that’s what you’re thinking. It’s simply evolution.
My family has always been extremely sensitive to the sun.
It helps so that I can lay in a pool and drink a lot of water
very quickly on a hot day. That’s the reason for the hair too.
I don’t wear my hair like this out of shame or whatever
weird nonsense most people say, it just protects my face
from the sun. It does make it kind of hard to see though
it’s already annoying enough having one of my eyes
replaced with a horn. Oh? My eye, honestly I have no
idea what’s happening there, it’s either genetics or
something really weird happened when i was a baby.
I wish more people would talk to me like you do.
I suppose the only thing I know most of those down
in the village for is explaining death to them when they
were young, I don’t know why their parents can't do that
it’s not a fun thing at all. They just take advantage of my
need to tell everyone everything, it’s not like I want to and
I don’t think it’s some personality disorder, it’s more of a
physical lack of ability to lie, no matter how much I want to.
It’s really nice actually explaining this to somebody, most
people just assume stuff about me, there’s so many rumors
I don’t use my mouth to eat babies, I don’t wear my hair like
this to hide the fact that i have no face, yes i’ve actually
heard people say these things. And if i do tell someone
that it’s because I’m sensitive to the sun then they’ll just
run off and tell everybody i’m a vampire… that’s happened
twice. I’m used to it though, just because I’ll say stuff that
they’re too afraid to say, doesn’t mean that they should
like me or at the very least say thank you. I’m just always
being used like a mere object, it really doesn’t feel good.
When people come up to me i’m used to them just telling
me to go tell their date they can’t come to the party.
But you’re actually listening to me- wait… where’d you
go?
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Ah but of course, what did i expect, why would anyone
want to talk to me, to be my friend. I guess i’m just too
lonely too hopeful that maybe somebody will be kind to
me. Who am I even talking to, I am alone, always alone
I’m talking to myself. I gave the words right to that kid
and once he got what he wanted he left me, left me to
talk to myself and drive myself further insane. Why do
I even try… that name he called me “The Weeper” I got
that because I cry myself to sleep at night, isn’t that just
wonderful. I try to avoid to village but of course I must go
tell people the lovely news that their husband wants to
get divorced, I suppose in that way I know more about
some of these people than their actual friends. Whenever
I go down there the kids have this game that they play
the adults like to join in too, where they try to throw
objects into the mouth on my stomach. I try to keep it
closed when i’m in town but keeping it shut is extremely
exhausting, it feels so much more comfortable to just keep
it open, but also it’s very unpleasant when random things
are thrown into it. I usually try to cover it, but whatever I
put over it gets very moist and gross when i breathe.
I often wonder how people feel when they leave the village
to not have the luxury of myself, they grow up with it
seeming so normal, like how one would see shoes
but then only when it is taken away do they truly appreciate
it. I like to imagine those who are especially mean to me
going somewhere else and then having to tell somebody
something that they didn’t want to say. I alway picture
them asking around for someone like me only to find
that i’m the only person with such a curse.
My family always complains about how people
don’t like them because of the mouth. They
think that they have it bad but at least they get to live
at the very least a semi-normal life. They’re not some
weird evil demon that lives alone at the top of a hill and
cries loudly every night. At least they don’t spend every
moment of every second hating themselves and being
hated by others. They say that someone was mean to
them at a party, well at least they got to go to a party.
I’ll try to make friends but I always say mean stuff I
can’t just say “Oh you look nice today” if i don’t believe it
when I see someone i usually say something more like
“Your mascara is clumpy” or “I don’t like your hair like that.”
That’s a sure way to make someone hate you.
But there’s nobody left to even try with anymore, as the
years pass I become more and more hated. I watch the
people grow up, I hear them laugh, they’re so happy.
But all the while I sit here at the top of the hill, tears spilling
down my face, trying to choke back the sobs. It’s not fair.
I watch as those who fear death and change grow old.
Life’s funny like that, I, the person who’s tired of living get
to stay here forever.

[avaloafe]

best of luck everyone! Some great art going on here ahhhh. I didn’t enter but I was watching c’:

[jointedwishes]

Good luck everybody :0

[rem sleep]

Late but I'm here to post my good luck too since I just saw this closed! B' )

[StormSerpent]

Good luck everyone :D

[katsue]

Please judge this competition soon!