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Some lore for TtW :
once chosen to be the disciples of Shiko, they each were gifted a gem, which held a special power that would only be released when the world should truly end. Is that true, and Shiko wasn’t just high out of his mind? We shall see… (maybe not, idk :/)
Teen form Scaratar!
(Sorry i’ve been gone so long. My b-day, family stuff, and the whole kosa scare did a number on me!)
What i mean by “he gets there” is when he’s in his teen form as well.
Candelavra needs you to watch Tiawa while she goes to a meeting.
Theremind, Gloptic, and Clackula going to the party on Faerie island. (They look snazzy, forgot the food at home.)
Still Here (4)
[i didn’t have an image for this one]
Exerpt from They the Wubbox, Chapter 15.5 : Still here, on Wattpad
The island, scorched under the sun, sat silently. Many of the monsters had stayed on, but many had died and were disposed of into the vast void below.
Mammot sat under a tree. The silence was sickening. No monster spoke. Not even Potbelly, the talkative ones. The heat was nearly unbearable, the heat was so hot, it felt like their skin would melt off at any moment. Would cold island be safe from this heat?
"Mammot, i have a confession." Fwog said as he stepped forward. His skin was nearly red from the sun.
"Yes?"
"Me and Clamble were the ones that made you guys fail the contest at Spooktacle. I saw how much it hurt you, but i was always to scared to appologize. I saw this as my only opportunity to tell you im sorry."
Mammot couldn't bring himself to be mad anymore.
"I forgive you. But if you were to tell me this not long ago, i would have been mad."
"Im glad you forgive me. It was really hard to find a way to apologize. You don't mind if it sit here, do you?"
"Go ahead."
The monsters around the island began to stand up and sit around the trees for shade. It was peaceful, but the thought of death was the only thing that kept the happiness drowned out.
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Still Here (3)
Exerpt from They the Wubbox, Chapter 15.5 : Still here, on Wattpad
Shellbeat sat at his drum set. The island's water had completely drained, and he knew he had little time left. He, Sponge and Parlsona were left in the dry abyss of the sky. "Par, why didn't you go with the others?" Shellbeat asked.
"I had to. I couldn't live knowing i left you guys here to die alone. I know one day we'll meet again. I'll live much longer than you two will." She said. He never knew she thought like that. Was she always that compassionate? Spunge them whistled the tune Parlsona and Magpi would sing. "I'll Make It somehow, I'll Go with the flow like water." is what they would sing. Parlsona giggled. It was nice knowing that they had each other until time would pass by. After moments of silence, Shellbeat stood up, and to his drum set. He began to play a beat, trying to feel something good like before with the others. Desperately tapping them to feel something inside. Parlsona wondered if she should join in, maybe she and Spunge could sing with him.
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Still Here (1)
Exerpt from They the Wubbox, Chapter 15.5 : Still here, on Wattpad
Bowgart shivered in the dark winter's night. He was alone. Not even Rooba was there to be with him. Emptiness and sorrow was the only thing he could feel. The soft tune of the island dragging out like it was tired. He was tired too. Why was he left to live here when no one else he knew would be with him. "Bowgart." Furcorn called his name. Bowgart turned and saw his pale stalk. "Yes?"
"C-Can i sit with you?" He asked with a timid, scratchy voice.
"Sure." Furcorn walked over shakily, sitting next to him. The islands had been cursed with extreme weather conditions, frigid nights, and melting hot days. The sun-moon cross must have messed with the planet's atmosphere. Water island began to drain of water, plant island began to turn yellow and brown, air island drifted away, and the other islands slowly began to become vacant. Cold island was the only place some felt was home, but some monsters did stay on their original islands, homing being where the heart was. "I wish the battle didn't happen." Furcorn whimpered with tears.
"Me too, but there was nothing else to do."
"We could have not fighted, we could have just talked with the Celestials and freed our friends."
"There was no other option." The dark reality had settled in, yet, nobody wanted to accept it. The clouds connecting the islands began to fade, and they had very little time left to decide what island they would stay on. The islands were drifting off, leaving the islands to break from Attmoz's control, leading to the clouds letting go. "What island are you staying on?" Bowgart asked.
"I wanna stay with you. Theres no one else i know."
"But, it gets extremely cold here. Plant island would be much safer for you."
"i want someone to talk to. Please don't force me to go there." Bowgart sighed at his friend. He let out one of his arms, holding him closer. "Alright. But, please be careful." He and Furcorn were the only monsters staying on Cold Island. They both knew it was inevitable they would die a slow, yet peaceful death in the snow and ice.
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i did some more drawings during school. Maybe i’ll redo some on procreate and they’ll look better.
Brat-wurst
¿Quieres the G'blunt?
They should scrap Common Quarrister and just replace him with Epic Quarrister because he's so cool
Poewk is such a skrunkly creechur he's just so silly
Hold Krillby gently like chicken 👍
Furcorn
I'm just literally obsessed with this little silly monster
Def one of my favorites