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  1. 22 hours ago, BirbMonstwo said:

    My youngest sister (a toddler who cannot speak) was crying so my brother Loki gave her a crisp to cheer her up. Then everyone on the room who would speak started chanting “CRISP! CRISP! CRISP!” whilst the toddler laughed, like an unholy crisp cult

    here it is

  2. CRISP!

    CRISP!

    CRISP!

    (context: page 10, my homethread V3. Too lazy to screenshot and it ain't letting me quote)

    BECOME CRISP!

  3. The msm oc generator is having what I call the 'name purge'

    Basically I'm changing the names in the gen. Before, it was just the auto-generated names in-game. I'm removing the strange, hard to say, silly ect ones, and adding others that I made myself

    So generate your funny-named ocs while you can (if you want)

  4. 41 minutes ago, BirbMonster said:

    to draw

    Basic Information

    Your monster is a Reedling named Plooto. Plooto uses they/them pronouns. They lives on Water Island, and hate it there.

    Plooto is an adult, at 30 years old. Their hatchday is Janruary 14.

    Plooto works as a doctor .

    Personality

    Plooto usually acts grumpy, annoyying, and big-headed.

    They enjoys knitting in their free time.

    Plooto's favourite food is ice cream.

    Their favourite holiday is Festival of Yay.

    Appearence

    Plooto doesn't care about their appearence.

    Plooto has some extra stripes.

    Plooto wears a spiked collar.

    Plooto is smaller than an average member of their species.

    Plooto has one large scar.

    Relationships

    Both of Plooto's parents are alive and well.

    Plooto is in a relationship with a Fluoress, named Glossom (he/they)

    Plooto has 3 friends. The first is a Fleechwurm called Grisham. Grisham uses he/she pronouns. Grisham has known Plooto since they were hatchlings. Their second friend is a Shellbeat called Floydberg. Floydberg uses he/they pronouns. Floydberg plans to betray Plooto. Plooto's last friend is a Tiawa named Zafumi. Zafumi uses she/they pronouns. Zafumi has known Plooto since they were hatchlings.

    Plooto owns a Elushark as a pet.

    Backstory Prompt:

    quest, idea, lie

    Other

    Plooto is hiding something suspicious.

    Plooto wants to travel back in time.

    Plooto.thumb.png.31c192eeee68e6baf371893c33e16079.png

     

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  5. to draw

    Basic Information

    Your monster is a Reedling named Plooto. Plooto uses they/them pronouns. They lives on Water Island, and hate it there.

    Plooto is an adult, at 30 years old. Their hatchday is Janruary 14.

    Plooto works as a doctor .

    Personality

    Plooto usually acts grumpy, annoyying, and big-headed.

    They enjoys knitting in their free time.

    Plooto's favourite food is ice cream.

    Their favourite holiday is Festival of Yay.

    Appearence

    Plooto doesn't care about their appearence.

    Plooto has some extra stripes.

    Plooto wears a spiked collar.

    Plooto is smaller than an average member of their species.

    Plooto has one large scar.

    Relationships

    Both of Plooto's parents are alive and well.

    Plooto is in a relationship with a Fluoress, named Glossom (he/they)

    Plooto has 3 friends. The first is a Fleechwurm called Grisham. Grisham uses he/she pronouns. Grisham has known Plooto since they were hatchlings. Their second friend is a Shellbeat called Floydberg. Floydberg uses he/they pronouns. Floydberg plans to betray Plooto. Plooto's last friend is a Tiawa named Zafumi. Zafumi uses she/they pronouns. Zafumi has known Plooto since they were hatchlings.

    Plooto owns a Elushark as a pet.

    Backstory Prompt:

    quest, idea, lie

    Other

    Plooto is hiding something suspicious.

    Plooto wants to travel back in time.

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  6. Blaze my favourite SandWing sister

    Blaze.thumb.png.dd3f70b162873c5069e7db1d089dc72c.png

    Design notes:

    • I added some small patterns to make her look more fancy
    • Same accesorries as in the graphic novel, with some small changes and the addition of the horn things.
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  7. Last one that I've finished.

    Legends- Regret

    TW: Themes of bullying, murder

    The year is 11980 AC- Just 20 years ago. A Bulbo and a Flowah sail in a boat, getting further and further from Light Island.

     

    Dazzle leaned over the edge of the rocking boat, clinging desperately to not fall over. Across the sky and sea, a ferocious storm raged, rocking the tiny float every which way.

    “Are you sure this is worth it?!” Bramble shouted, right in the front, trying to stabilise it with the rows. “What are we even here for? Is it worth it?”

    Dazzle looked over at the deep-green Flowah. “Yes, of course!”

    “Why, Bulbo? Shouldn’t we turn back?”

    “My name is Dazzle,” he reminded them angrily. “And I’m here for Amaranth’s secret,”

    “I do not know what that is,”

    “Long ago, our island was founded by an Edamimi named Amaranth. She-“

    “Didn’t ask. Don’t care about history,”

    Dazzle turned away and scoffed. He cared about history. He never forgot when his teacher, that Kayna who would always threaten to light you on fire if you misbehaved, started the lesson with the words:

    “Back in the Dawn of Fire, an Edamimi named Amaranth founded Party Island, built artificially on the back of a massive creature. During the Cataclysm, that island became our home, Light Island..”

    After that lesson, which the teacher explained in the dullest way ever, Dazzling borrowed a book about Amaranth from the library. It said a bunch of things about her but also mentioned that she had a supposed ‘dark secret’, that the book did not elaborate on.

    It later mentioned she could communicate with Glubber Leviathans, and he thought that was secret enough. But it wasn’t really that dark, and not exactly a secret if the book said it.

    He did more research, becoming more and more invested with history, and found out that Amaranth had hidden her secret somewhere on Party island, and was supposedly still in a cave somewhere.

    Probably on ocean rocks on the outskirts of Light Island. One was in front of him right now, with a massive

    “There,” he said, pointing to the rock.

    “The rock?”

    “Yes,”

    “What are you even going off of here? Real history, or a rumour?”

    Dazzle paused for a moment, contemplating the question. “It’s a rumour,” he finally confessed. “But I believe it, and it’s been my life’s work for over a decade to find this. You wouldn’t understand how excited I am. So please, take me over there,”

    “Fine. You’re still paying me for the ride?”

    “Of course, of course,”

    Dazzle hopped out off the boat onto the wet, slippery rocks, almost slipping into the dark teal ocean. He approached the dark mouth of the cave. It was hard to see, but it went on for ages, lit extremely faintly by glowing yellow dust that had probably falled from Phosphora last time it passed.

    “I’ll wait for you,” Bramble said, anchoring the boat beside the crags. “If you don’t come back fast enough, I’ll leave and assume you’re dead. Here, take this torch,”

    “Thanks, but I don’t need it. I’m a Bulbo, I can light my own way,”

    “If you so please,”

    He descended down through the tunnel, brightening the way with a faint blue glow.

    Eventually, the tunnel stopped with a dead end,

    “Oh come on, after all this ti-“

    There was an orange gleam at the end of the tunnel, distinctively amber-coloured with a faint rectangle showing through the inside.

    He approached it with small, awkward steps as if it was about to explode.

    The rectangle seemed to be a single sheet of crusty paper, aged and yellowed through time. The text was unreadable through the thick amber crystals.

    He tried to slice through the amber with his claws, but it was no use- the amber was harder than a diamond, chipping away at his claws more than he chipped away at it.

    He remembered another way to break amber- music.

    He began to rub his claws together. The scraping sound felt eerie and unusual without the rest of the song, in an environment so creepy with lighting booming in the distance.

    For a moment, Dazzle feared that it wasn’t enough, until small cracks began to run across the amber, bathing it in a white light as pieces of it fell away.

    He brushed aside the remaining pieces, moving closer to the text on the paper.

    “I, Amaranth, founder of Party island, am writing this when I know I am about to die. I am getting older and weaker every day. And I just want to get this off my chest so I can die in peace.

    As I wrote in my autobiography, I was bullied as a monsterling, for being a bit weird. My main bullies were Plum, the PongPing, and Permafrost, the Pango.

    Eventually, I met my Glubber friend, Party, and I soon managed to persuade a group of monsters to go live there.

    But even after all those years I wanted to take revenge on Plum and Permafrost.

    So I invited them over to a dinner, in my home. But I poisoned their food.

    Before they ate, they apologised. They said how sorry they both were for being horrible, and they wanted to be friends, and leave all the bad things in the past. They were even becoming the parents of an egg…

    I wanted to warn them, but it was too late. They were dead on the ground before I could make a sound.

    I hid the bodies. Framed the deaths as an accident, said they’d fallen in the ocean and drowned.

    But it’s still my fault. I’m a murderer and I regret it. I went too far and left that poor child without parents.

    I wish I could just turn back time, so I can die without regrets. In the Beat Hereafter, they’ll hate me all over again. If I even deserve to go there.”

    As Dazzle finished reading and the final lines echoed in his mind, the biggest flash of lightning yet crashed outside, scaring him so much he almost rammed into the wall.

    He touched the shocking confession again, trying to grab it in his shaking talons. But the paper was thousands of years old, so it simply crumbled right before his eyes.

    Not knowing what else to do, he ran back up the cave, stumbling awkwardly on pebbles along the way.

    On the top, he leaped right back up, almost slamming into Bramble, who was standing right in front of the entrance with a bundle of supplies.

    “Storm’s too bad. We need to set up camp here for the night,” Bramble said sternly. “What’s the deal? You look like you’ve been jumped by a Punkleton. Did you find the secret,”

    “Yes. And I… regret it,”

     

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