M. It was impossible to make their name look good 😔
Notes:
- Main outfit based off the orginal skin for them (minus capelet). I might do a better design at a later point but I am out of outfit brain power atm
- They like nicer clothes (like sweaters and button ups) but are often annoyed by the lack of mobility
- Mask only comes off when alone or with people they trust. Their headscarf, on the other hand, is used to protect their hair, so they might take it off in public, but usually only briefly, to adjust it.
- The Moofia was important to them. Even after its effective dissolution, cows were very dear to them. Also cow axe :]
- Prone to annoyance and nervousness in equal measure. An asshole on bad days and tricky bastard on good ones.
Thats mostly it. I am going to be thinking about them for weeks to come <3
Diamond (the fox!) belongs to @twodragonsinatrenchcoat
I genuinely don't remember who the child was- feel free to tell me if you know :]
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I think about M and Diamond like three times a week
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fear the ranboo singularity
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the eyes of friends, enemies, and those in between
canonically this was painted by avi :)
@i-maybe-exist @redraspberrycats @chaos-creature1 @if-youre-fine-with-that @kukurami @brobie @jasmineon @immabethehero @quagswag-the-great @badlypostedeverything @just-spacetrash @jenngo
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📐 with Clarabelle?
-Hair is much fluffy, so horns are under hair
-steel-toed boots for a tough gal
-round nose for Neb to kiss <3
-clothes still practical but fancied up for the leader/creator of a world
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Yellow eyes still fixed at some faraway point in the sky, Corin unsheathes the large, gleaming greatsword on her back, and with one smooth motion sweeps her arm, the blade now suddenly a hair’s width away from his throat.
“For all that you did that led to him getting hurt, I hope the good you did for him can bring you some comfort in the end.”
Then Corin’s eyes gleam, the runes exposed on her throat glow, and she lifts the blade high up once more with an air of finality.
-Corin
He didn’t flinch at the blade. It was a talent or maybe it was just his lack of care. Not about Milton, oh he cared so much about Milton it made his charcoal heart ache.
He didn’t care about death.
He wouldn’t end up here of course. He couldn’t truly die. He was a glitch, a god, an error, a mistake. He’d be summoned and killed and summoned again for centuries and centuries more. A blade would do the trick. It was exceptionally sharp this one, he’d commend her on the care of it if it wasn’t at his neck.
Hero remained silent. Even as the blade swung up like an executioners axe. It would be clean and quick, Corin was good like that. Though it was a shame the wooden steps would stain. He hoped whoever built it wouldn’t mind.
He took a deep breath and stared out into the night sky. Hero began to count stars. It was better if he didn’t think about it. That’s what he learned, anyhow. Made it easier. Made it hurt less. He should be thankful, really. There were worse ways to go.
There’s a lot of stars out tonight.
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