- no title specified

Gender: Male and Female, usually Female
Scribe: Scribes are very observant titles, and possibly the most intelligent. They observe their surroundings and take time to think things threw instead of just jumping straight into a conflict.

Truth: Heroes of Truth are great at telling lies from the truth. They are also excellent at seeing the true intentions or feelings of others and can tell if someone is hiding something.

Gender: Female only
Dame: Dames are the female counterpart of Knights. They have strong minds, hearts, and fight for what they believe is right. Possibly one of the most powerful female godtier.
Zen: Heros of Zen have mysterious hidden power. They are the most relaxed and take their time during the most quick paced moments. They manage to stay calm durring deadly scenarios.

This is Jake's private journal.

One day when you were feeling especially frisky, you swiped it with your APPEARIFIER, not actually expecting it to work. But then you debated with yourself for weeks over whether to read it. When you finally took a peek, you were strangely relieved to find all this nonsense, instead of his private thoughts. But you still didn't have it in you to cop to the theft. You just agreed what a shame it was about his missing book.

You have no idea what these letters mean. Some kind of code? BARK? KRAB? ABRAKABABRA??? You have no clue what was running through that kid's head. Not unlike always.

KARKAT: AT LAST!
KARKAT: WE ARE FREE FROM THE ACCURSED INSTRUMENT OF ASS ELEVATION!
DAVE: where did you even get that chair
DAVE: did you steal it from the common area
KARKAT: UNLIKE EVERYONE ELSE EVER, I HAPPEN TO MAKE A PRACTICE OF CAPTCHALOGUING ITEMS WHICH MIGHT BE CONVENIENT ON A DAY TO DAY BASIS.
KARKAT: SAY I'M STROLLING AROUND AND FIND MYSELF IN NEED OF A PLACE TO SIT? BAM. SUDDENLY, A CHAIR.
KARKAT: AND NO I DIDN'T STEAL IT.
KARKAT: HOW COULD I STEAL SOMETHING FROM THE COMMON AREA? NOBODY ACTUALLY OWNS ANY OF THAT FUCKING FURNITURE.
KARKAT: THAT'S WHY IT'S CALLED THE *COMMON* AREA, YOU ACCUSATORY PIECE OF FILTH.
DAVE: sounds like communism
DAVE: are you a communist or something
DAVE: actually that makes perfect sense what with your sickle and all
KARKAT: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT??
DAVE: wait john has a hammer oh shit its all adding up
DAVE: when we arrive are you going to team up with john and seize the means of production
KARKAT: YOU APPEAR TO BE JUMPSTARTING A FACETIOUS DISCUSSION ABOUT SOME SORT OF HUMAN ECONOMIC IDEOLOGICAL FRAMEWORK, WITHOUT HAVING THE SLIGHTEST CLUE THAT YOUR VEHICLE IS PARKED SQUARELY IN THE NOBODY GIVES A FUCK ZONE.
DAVE: im just saying
DAVE: first chairs what next
DAVE: see i am all about private property and pocketing dough
DAVE: do you have any idea how rich i am
DAVE: i am a man of MEANS motherfucker
KARKAT: WHAT IS YOUR POINT?
DAVE: just dont come after my boonies dude
DAVE: or should i say karkat marx
KARKAT: YOU AREN'T BEING SERIOUS NOW!
KARKAT: THESE ARE NOT THE WORDS OF A SERIOUS PERSON.
KARKAT: I WAS HAVING A *SERIOUS DISCUSSION* LIKE A *BIG TIME ADULT* WITH MY GOOD FRIEND TEREZI.
KARKAT: YOUR CALLOUS AND NONSENSICAL REMARKS ARE DERAILING US FROM THE DELICATE SUBJECT AT HAND.
KARKAT: WHY DON'T YOU BE USEFUL AND SAY SOMETHING REASSURING TO OUR SAD MUTUAL BUDDY, YOU WAILING JET ENGINE OF INFANTILE STULTILOQUENCE??????
DAVE: i dont have much to say about this
DAVE: ive kinda got to recuse myself on the matter
DAVE: im all kinds of on record as being squicked out by the idea of hatelationships
DAVE: so i got no point of reference for gauging when one is fucked up the way thats normal for trolls or if its fucked up cause its actually fucked up and terrible
DAVE: this is like some ex alien boyfriend prime directive shit
DAVE: i cant intervene cause i dont know what im talking about
DAVE: but you do so i guess keep going
DAVE: you were saying some pretty good stuff before i started riding your jock about chairs
KARKAT: AUGH.
KARKAT: TEREZI, DO YOU SEE? DO YOU SEE WHAT I HAVE TO DEAL WITH??
KARKAT: ACTUALLY, I GUESS YOU CAN! YOU CAN NOW LITERALLY SEE WHAT I HAVE TO DEAL WITH, AND EXPERIENCE ALL DUE EMPATHY FOR THE FACT THAT I HAVE A DOUCHE AS A BEST FRIEND!
TEREZI: Y3S, 1 C4N S33
TEREZI: TH3 V13W FROM H3R3 1S
TEREZI: DOUCH3T4CUL4R >:]
DAVE: thank you
KARKAT: SO THAT'S IT THEN
KARKAT: NO ADVICE AT ALL, SMARTALEC?
KARKAT: WHY DID I EVEN BRING YOU HERE FOR THIS INTERMISSION THEN.
DAVE: intermission?
KARKAT: INTERVENTION I MEAN. SORRY, I MISSPOKE.
DAVE: its not an intervention either
DAVE: my ghostly heads all beamin out of this crab for moral support yo
DAVE: i am in my homies corner even if he is a massive socialist
DAVE: terezi i think can probably figure this out
DAVE: she grew up alone and blind in a forest i think she will manage to bounce outta her juggalo phase
DAVE: but yeah terezi you should at least quit the fuckin soda
TEREZI: Y34H
TEREZI: OK
KARKAT: OK???
TEREZI: Y3S!
TEREZI: 1LL STOP
KARKAT: WHAT. JUST LIKE THAT?!
TEREZI: SUR3
TEREZI: 1TS R34LLY GROSS >X[

CALLIOPE: this was yoUr home?
JADE: m hm!
JADE: well, sort of
JADE: it looked more realistic when i lived here

ARANEA: I'm afraid not. Everyone must listen to the full story.
MEENAH: omfg
MEENAH: you really are turnin evil arent ya
MEENAH: i would be proud except of how terrible and boring the actual consequences are for me personally
JOHN: wait...
JOHN: does that mean when you're a ghost you still have to pee?
MEENAH: none a your business blue kid
JOHN: that's so weird.
JOHN: am i the only one who thinks that's weird?
VRISKA: No, John. It's definitely pretty weird that ghosts have to pee.
VRISKA: You get used to life as a ghost pretty fast, though.
JOHN: but weren't you already pretty used to peeing when you were alive?
VRISKA: Yeah. That's why you get used to it pretty fast, dummy!
JOHN: this is kind of a stupid conversation.
JOHN: can we hear more about the snakes and whatnot? it was a pretty cool story.
ARANEA: Yes! ::::D
ARANEA: As soon as Meenah returns from her visit to the load gaper.
MEENAH: HOLY MACK-ER-EL CAN YOU S)(ITFUCKS JUST -ENJOY YOUR SPAC-E LIZARD PORN W)(IL-E I TAK-E A FUCKING PISS???

It is indeed shocking and brutal. When has it ever not been that, between these two? They’re responsible for, like, most if not all of the bad shit that happens between the trolls.

This troll has never looked more ready for academia than now. If troll wizard schools existed (they don’t), he would be accepted into the best of them. The glasses, the scarf ...

Truly, an air of intellectualism has been bestowed upon the once-dishonored horned juggalo. Your previous judgments of his character have been wrong, dead wrong. Shame on you.

In last time I CHan't stop laugCHing at CHer >xD
So CHere you are lil sCHitty Aradia animation >xD
It izZz really really really fu~CHin speed drawing (OMGCH Pony does not CHave time to draw) or wCHatever tCHis sCHit izZz so plzZz be gentle >xD

Soup:

Bacon Soup (Bendy and the Ink Machine)

Salad:

Exotic Dragon Fruit Salad

Main Course:

Ano Niku (Anoniku/Manga Meat/Japanese Caveman Meat/Japanese Bone in Meat)

Sides:

1. Steven's Pizza Bagels (Steven Universe)

2. Steven's Ketchup Stuffed Fries (Steven Universe)

3. Riceballs (Onigiri) (I Mean Jelly Filled Donuts) (Pokemon)

Dessert:

Mochi's (Both Mochi Ice Cream and Regular Rice Cakes)

Drinks:

1. Ramune Soda

2. Green Tea

Circeo's ancestor, the Countess Discordia B)

I probably have to wait for the other's before I start planning out what this bitch is doing, but what I DO know is that, unlike her descendant, she is not a complete dumbass. Well, dumb might not be the right word. More like reckless and silly.

Unlike Circeo, Discordia was smart enough to not fry her brain with her own chucklevoodoos, instead using it sparingly throughout her youth and mastering it in adulthood, and she can now use it for long periods of time without any backlash.

Also, unlike Circeo who is genuinely into being silly and friendly, Discordia only acts pleasant as a way to get people to underestimate her.

Definitely something here about how beautiful women are terrifying. Which is true.

Two fellas – Karkat (?) and Dave (?) are walking out here. They seem to be having an, uh, well, they’re having a time. The red one seems angry. The other one is kind of just there, dealing with it. He seems very cool. A cool guy. The shades definitely signify him as being of a chill persuasion. That’s what sunglasses guys do, right? Hang out and be cool.

This is what the people call “yaoi”. Amazement fills the very core of your being at how true love can bloom, even on a battlefield. Or, in this case, a video game where you get to be your own ectobiological grandparent.

It finally happened, after all these years. Dave opened up. Your heart aches, knowing how this ends.

There is no need for your troll boyfriend to forgive you. Forgiveness must come from within.

Because you. Well. You put – ah, dammit, haha. It, uh, there’s … so you put six bullets in it, and, it, there’s six chambers, each for one of the bullets, and that’s why, uh, you, it shoots six times, so it’s a six shooter, because it shoots one two three four five SIX times.

As with the other one, they're slightly based off of a friend of mine from middle school. He was a religious nerdy guy that loved to play the guitar (and other instruments) and my initial impression of Nico before buying him was "oh, a music nerd. I'm going to kill him".

They have a few basic similarities, but what separates them is Nico's capability of being fun AND responsible-- he's more level-headed but absolutely cannot stand the horror genre. He's squeamish around guts & gore and has a preference for sci-fi or sitcoms. Definitely in the top 5 people to fucking lose his shit if you make a Big Bang Theory reference. 100% Whovian, probably covered his face during 'Blink'

I've had this fucker in my stash since Easter/April Fools-- I thought I posted him, but apparently not ww??? ANYWAYS HERE he is :')

I have no idea why, but the design reminded me of my crossdressing friend from fifth grade so I've come up with this story:

He's a crossdressing scene kid obsessed with Creepypasta. He starts out in the "obsessive fangirl that sexualizes serial killers" stage but eventually grows into genuinely fearing (while also respecting) the very real horrors of existence. He definitely has an interesting connection with the horror terrors- and by interesting I mean he fucking moaned and said "Oh Slendy~". He's a character I simultaneously hate but love and I hope you can agree.

I plan on re-spriting the other characters I purchased from PERFECT10N1SM as well and I'm getting around to finishing a few others as well! I'm pretty damn excited to get them posted, haha..

Happy Easter/April Fools, everybody! (I don't celebrate either but if you do I hope you have a good one)

His name is Chip Doherty, somewhat of a troublemaker around with an Irish background. (i use to watch a youtuber, ssohkpc and his last name was O'Doherty (i think? i can't remember) and I was looking for something that was 7 letters long. i thought the surname fit nicely enough

:))

The green bandana he wears was a gift from his sister and he's rarely caught without it. He mainly uses it as a mask to cover up his wretched fucked overbite but on occasion fashions it into a headband.

When he gets into SBURB he rarely hides his overbite because- well- the entire Earth population is dead. He's still a tad sensitive about it but his planet isn't nearly as populated, plus the Carapacians rarely comment about it so there's no problem there, either. However when (and if) he encounters his buddies in game, he'll most likely go back to obscuring his face.
After ascension he's sort of evolved past using his bandana to cover his face, but uses the hem of his cape instead and tugs it up over his mouth & nose when feeling self-conscious.

I was inspired by The Adventure Zone to make his symbol/icon a mongoose, because one of the characters (Taako) wears it as a mask n I'd like to say that some points of this guys personality is somewhat similar to his..! Plus, I didn't want to be predictable and make his symbol like... a skull, or something to push just how much of a "bad boy" he is, lol

I'll probably add a more indepth bio later, but this is what I've got for now!

His name is Somphs Hypnok, the violet-blood seadweller with the power to hypnotize his opponents in battle or for a cheap parlor trick!

He's based off of the Greek God of sleep, "Hypnos" and his theme revolves around relaxation/sleep. His godtier was inspired by the story of Hypnos tricking Zeus into sleep, and I usually associate trickery with thieves and sleep with the void.. He's very lethargic and apathetic to the world around him, choosing sleep over his companions and responsibilities. He's a bit stubborn, too, and there's very little that can persuade him to leave the comfort of his bed. Unless it's high in value or extremely obscure, you may as well just give up on trying to get him on your side.

He invests heavily in unconventional things- he focuses on wants more than needs and it's VERY obvious. He has a growing abundance of blankets and pillows of only the finest quality.. the rest of his hive (and lifestyle) pales in comparison to his bedroom.

I might go more in depth about his personality at a later date but my mom is screaming at me right now.. Next I'll be working on his "twin brother", or rather his female Moirail :3c she's going to be based off of Thanatos!

He's a sneaky lime-blood hiding in broad daylight under the disguise of a jade (because I desperately crave the aesthetic of a jade-blood & the sad hopeless feeling of an extinct blood caste mixed together--) with the protection of not one, but TWO highblood Moirails. He flaunts their colors as a taunt, daring just about anyone who crosses his path to try to fuck with him; spoiler alert, they won't escape unscathed- not when he has two murderous, overprotective Moirails.
And you damn well best watch out; he might just snatch your Moirail, too. This little guy is always in the market for expanding his army of people that will willingly put their life on the line for him.

He's also got a tendency for trying to hunt down a caliginous relationship... He likes to play hard to get, but he catches black feelings for just about anyone who tells him to "Fuck Off" much to the despair of his moirails-- because maybe hunting down trolls with strong animosity towards you when you're a mutant in hiding isn't a GOOD IDEA????????

BTW! I only have his purple-blood moirail designed, so if anyone is in the market for shipping their cerulean/cobalt-blood with this mess... HMU! It will be a consensual polygamous pale relationship between the three of them so like.. they'd most likely have to be chill with both this kid, and the vampire-clown motherfucker (LMAO BET YOU CAN'T GUESS WHAT SHIP THEY'RE BASED OFF OF). Ship Trolls are a big bonus but not a strict requirement-- So lmk if you're interested!

> Be the girl.

> Excuse yourself and ask for the exit.

> READER: Mental breakdown.

> FRAN: Apply clever disguise.

> FRAN: Regret.

> FRAN: Equip EYEBROWS.

> FRAN: Show off banging as hell plushie collection.

“There’s quite a few stored around here. Donald Duck is one of my favorites. He always reminds me of the undeniable truth stored at the heart of any respectable slapstick comedy: Violence is an essential part of life, and should be revered.”

> FRAN: Perform sicknasty impromptu puppet show.

“It is a titillating tale of good versus evil. Sock versus mitten. The stakes are cosmic, the carnage indescribable. Books will be written about the world-changing events that transpired here today.”

> FRAN: Put reader in their place.

> READER: Begrudgingly apologize and let the girl carry on with her show.

FRAN: Nope. Moment’s gone. I don’t care about the puppet show anymore. Tell me what you really want.

> READER: Give her what she wants.

It’s what any girl wants. Slop. Grub. A meal so choice, so deeply delicious that you grow beyond caring about what a goddamn mess you look like. If this were one of your japanese animes, you would likely be given several shots of steaming plates full of incredibly detailed food in a completely different artstyle as a sort of immersive experience into culinary voyeurism.