lone-moon-pierrot
Homestuck OC rp blog. Independent and canon divergent. By the-composite-doll
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"A child of "Rarest Blood" that lived on the Moon to protect her, and yet her loneliness got the better of her as she grew up. She first appeared as a commoner.... I see it as a cautionary fairy tale of curiosity and coveting what cannot be kept, like treasures from a dream." The man laughed, "Surely it's just a tale, yes? But I am curious of if she has a noble ancestry beyond a peculiar complexion."
@itisweselton
It had been planned for when the Veil thinned. Stelle embraced Acer, bidding him goodbye.
She was off to Weselton, to finally meet others face to face. She had a suitcase of her things, and a costume for a masquerade ball that she was invited to on behalf of the Duke.
The other case had gifts for the Duke, to show her gratitude. Books of Harmonian tales, maps, gemstones...
She hoped to make a good impression as she went through the doors, to enter the waking world for the first time.
"I remember a book, ah, I think you have it? The 'Moon's Lone Dreamer'? She is almost as if she stepped from it!"
This book was a Fairy Tale, illustrated and passed along families. A lonely maid from the Moon, appearing from nowhere and charming those around her.
The Pierrot Troll was sitting and talking to the young man, the two enjoying the company. He was a man of good standing and lineage, but Stelle? Mysterious.
@itisweselton
It had been planned for when the Veil thinned. Stelle embraced Acer, bidding him goodbye.
She was off to Weselton, to finally meet others face to face. She had a suitcase of her things, and a costume for a masquerade ball that she was invited to on behalf of the Duke.
The other case had gifts for the Duke, to show her gratitude. Books of Harmonian tales, maps, gemstones...
She hoped to make a good impression as she went through the doors, to enter the waking world for the first time.
"Okay, so Harmonus still has the whole Classpect thing, as it's important to the Multiverse ecosystem blah blah blah..." Palmia glanced to her companions, the deer snorting and aware.
"However, because these games and 'Sessions' that destroy and rebuild universes are, overall, unpredictable... There's a risk of damage to the Multiverse's core, the Tree that Holds All. That's where ones like Rennoh come in. Catching on?
@pcrplevenom
Stelle had entrusted her friend to check on her brother, a Troll living on Harmonus.
Harmonus' main metropolis was a dizzying whirlwind of color and co-existence, fed by many worlds and universes with Trolls.
The train would take Soldan to a more rural place, and the manner of folks on the train went from enthusiastic tourists and locals on daily errands to farmers and sorts that seemed... ...Shady.
Subdued Subjuggalos, other Highbloods that seemed to be ready to hunt, exchanging money with a farmer to "Cull the Wilderwood."
"They are beautiful!" Rennoh planted, careful and avoiding direct contact with the plants. Still, his affinity with his Classpect might have affected the plants around.
"I hope they do well for you. How long have you gardened?"
Soldan seems to busy gardening, since Spring started and she's bought a few flowers that are in season. A few sunflower seeds planted carefully, some Lavender and Star Liliies to add in.
"Of course!" Rennoh put soil into the pots, carefully working in the snapdragons. He was still careful, oddly careful...
It seemed that around him, the plants were already more vibrant, stronger.
Soldan seems to busy gardening, since Spring started and she's bought a few flowers that are in season. A few sunflower seeds planted carefully, some Lavender and Star Liliies to add in.
"I'm happy to help." Rennoh handled the plants carefully, making sure he had something between his hands and the plants. Gloves, a cloth...
He got to planting.
Soldan seems to busy gardening, since Spring started and she's bought a few flowers that are in season. A few sunflower seeds planted carefully, some Lavender and Star Liliies to add in.
"Great!" Rennoh went to examine the spider lilies, and then the soil. He was careful, as if listening to the actual plant's needs.
"Your home is lovely, Soldan. Earth is definitely different."
Soldan seems to busy gardening, since Spring started and she's bought a few flowers that are in season. A few sunflower seeds planted carefully, some Lavender and Star Liliies to add in.
A soft voice was heard. "Would you like some help?" Rennoh smiled, holding a basket of tools.
Soldan seems to busy gardening, since Spring started and she's bought a few flowers that are in season. A few sunflower seeds planted carefully, some Lavender and Star Liliies to add in.
Rage. In my heart. All-consuming. FUCK AI.
please appreciate how Giovanni has a framed classical portait of his cat in his office
"...You have my sympathies..." Rennoh bid. "Palmia and I never had true Lusii..."
"True." Palmia growled, "We were found as orphan Pupates and I was cast to the Wilderwood. But it worked out. The Golden Hind are my family, but..." Palmia looked at Rennoh. "You aren't going back."
"What?"
"Look at you. You're run ragged." Palmia glanced to Soldan, pondering. "Solan... What do you know of the 'Classpect' thing?"
@pcrplevenom
Stelle had entrusted her friend to check on her brother, a Troll living on Harmonus.
Harmonus' main metropolis was a dizzying whirlwind of color and co-existence, fed by many worlds and universes with Trolls.
The train would take Soldan to a more rural place, and the manner of folks on the train went from enthusiastic tourists and locals on daily errands to farmers and sorts that seemed... ...Shady.
Subdued Subjuggalos, other Highbloods that seemed to be ready to hunt, exchanging money with a farmer to "Cull the Wilderwood."
"Acer is my, her adoptive Lusus." Rennoh suddenly quieted as he heard a twig snap.
Palmia was on guard, her deer growling before charging off.
There was a loud commotion: loud honks, snarling, and screaming. Rennoh was frozen in place, beforeseeing Palmia return, purple and blue blood on her antlers.
"Sorry about that. My herd are chasing them. Where? To where they deserve."
"Palmia, you are hurt..." Rennoh pulled out a clean cloth and antiseptic, and Palmia let him treat a gash on her shoulder. Bronze blood stained the fabric.
Palmia held the cloth, glancing to Soldan, "The rules of 'Hemospectrum' mean nothing here, no matter what those Poachers believe. You. Which world are you from?"
@pcrplevenom
Stelle had entrusted her friend to check on her brother, a Troll living on Harmonus.
Harmonus' main metropolis was a dizzying whirlwind of color and co-existence, fed by many worlds and universes with Trolls.
The train would take Soldan to a more rural place, and the manner of folks on the train went from enthusiastic tourists and locals on daily errands to farmers and sorts that seemed... ...Shady.
Subdued Subjuggalos, other Highbloods that seemed to be ready to hunt, exchanging money with a farmer to "Cull the Wilderwood."
The Párisi Udvar in Budapest, Hungary. Arcade/department store/ galleria built 1907-1913, in a mix of styles- venetian gothic, orientalism, jugendstil, renaissance.
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"Stelle... She was just a baby when she... Time operates differently there, I guess." Rennoh smiled, adding, "Is she well? How is Acer? I miss him too."
"I think we all miss Acer. He kept things in place." Palmia smirked, "Even an exiled Imperial Drone is still an Imperial Drone."
Rennoh paused to examine a growing lichen, smiling, "Oh that one will be ready soon... Oh, sorry."
"Don't be! You are why the others here can forage as well as they do!" Palmia paused, and growled. "We are being watched."
@pcrplevenom
Stelle had entrusted her friend to check on her brother, a Troll living on Harmonus.
Harmonus' main metropolis was a dizzying whirlwind of color and co-existence, fed by many worlds and universes with Trolls.
The train would take Soldan to a more rural place, and the manner of folks on the train went from enthusiastic tourists and locals on daily errands to farmers and sorts that seemed... ...Shady.
Subdued Subjuggalos, other Highbloods that seemed to be ready to hunt, exchanging money with a farmer to "Cull the Wilderwood."
"Oh... Sure..." Stelle smiled at the young man, and they went to dance.
Another went to the Duke, "Certainly a strange young lady, Your Excellency... She is making a wonderful impression."
@itisweselton
It had been planned for when the Veil thinned. Stelle embraced Acer, bidding him goodbye.
She was off to Weselton, to finally meet others face to face. She had a suitcase of her things, and a costume for a masquerade ball that she was invited to on behalf of the Duke.
The other case had gifts for the Duke, to show her gratitude. Books of Harmonian tales, maps, gemstones...
She hoped to make a good impression as she went through the doors, to enter the waking world for the first time.
"Have you seen some odd sorts, paying off that miserly village leader?" Palmia looked to Rennoh, "Mydaas, that's the one who leads Rennoh's village. Anyway. Seems there's outsiders who pay Mydaas and then treat my territory as their game reserve!"
Rennoh was quiet, leting Palmia vent aloud. The golden deer were on alert, listening.
"But you. You said you met Stelle?" Palmia asked.
@pcrplevenom
Stelle had entrusted her friend to check on her brother, a Troll living on Harmonus.
Harmonus' main metropolis was a dizzying whirlwind of color and co-existence, fed by many worlds and universes with Trolls.
The train would take Soldan to a more rural place, and the manner of folks on the train went from enthusiastic tourists and locals on daily errands to farmers and sorts that seemed... ...Shady.
Subdued Subjuggalos, other Highbloods that seemed to be ready to hunt, exchanging money with a farmer to "Cull the Wilderwood."
A deep rumble came from the shadows. A tall Troll with antlers appeared, flanked by golden antlered deer. This Troll held a lantern, which glowed amber and lit the trail.
"Palmia!" Rennoh called. "She knows Stelle!"
"...Are you sure she isn't a poacher?"
"Uh?" Rennoh glanced to Soldan. "I don't think so."
The two deer approached, flames curling from their lips as they sniffed at Soldan. The two deer then glanced to Palmia, rumbling and whistling.
"Ah, I see. So not a poacher. You may come with us."
@pcrplevenom
Stelle had entrusted her friend to check on her brother, a Troll living on Harmonus.
Harmonus' main metropolis was a dizzying whirlwind of color and co-existence, fed by many worlds and universes with Trolls.
The train would take Soldan to a more rural place, and the manner of folks on the train went from enthusiastic tourists and locals on daily errands to farmers and sorts that seemed... ...Shady.
Subdued Subjuggalos, other Highbloods that seemed to be ready to hunt, exchanging money with a farmer to "Cull the Wilderwood."
"..." Rennoh gestured for Soldan to come with him. "...How is my sister? I heard, I heard time works differently on Lone Moon."
He held his bell, and looked to the Wilderwood. "Stay with me. We have to find Palmia to proceed safely." He rang the sleigh bell, whose chime echoed through the path.
@pcrplevenom
Stelle had entrusted her friend to check on her brother, a Troll living on Harmonus.
Harmonus' main metropolis was a dizzying whirlwind of color and co-existence, fed by many worlds and universes with Trolls.
The train would take Soldan to a more rural place, and the manner of folks on the train went from enthusiastic tourists and locals on daily errands to farmers and sorts that seemed... ...Shady.
Subdued Subjuggalos, other Highbloods that seemed to be ready to hunt, exchanging money with a farmer to "Cull the Wilderwood."
"Hmph, who are you?" Mydaas hissed.
Rennoh shrank back, but perked when he heard a familiar name. "You... Do you know Stelle?" he asked.
Mydaas glared, "Go away. You have no business here!"
Rennoh slipped away, ready to start his foraging. He was shaking, afraid of Mydaas and the hunters.
@pcrplevenom
Stelle had entrusted her friend to check on her brother, a Troll living on Harmonus.
Harmonus' main metropolis was a dizzying whirlwind of color and co-existence, fed by many worlds and universes with Trolls.
The train would take Soldan to a more rural place, and the manner of folks on the train went from enthusiastic tourists and locals on daily errands to farmers and sorts that seemed... ...Shady.
Subdued Subjuggalos, other Highbloods that seemed to be ready to hunt, exchanging money with a farmer to "Cull the Wilderwood."
Various makeup inspirations
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René Lalique for House of Worth. Perfume bottle Dans la nuit (In the Night), c. 1924.
A new viewpoint on antlers reveals the evolutionary history of deer (Cervidae, Mammalia)
fullview recommended!
something i've wanted to do for a while now. i've scoured the internet for something like this and can't find anything that compares all the different types of antlers together. except one recent study on their evolution, which is also very interesting on its own! i simplified it to provide a visual reference, while still trying to be scientifically accurate. some things differ between this and trophy scoring terminology like where the beam is and whatnot, so if something looks weird that's why.
small additional note, this study and others provide a lot of evidence that eld's deer should be in their own genus as it doesn't appear similar enough to barasingha and schomburgk's deer. however this doesn't seem to be adapted anywhere yet, so they're still in Rucervus for this guide.
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