Here's an updated lineup for all the eggos and the redesigns I did for them! :D Some of them changed a lot, some not so much.
I'm planning on making 3D Sculpts of these designs over the summer so having good 2D designs was important.
Also my headcanon height measurements :3 Leo being the tallest (them dad Foolish genes), then Dapper, Ramon, Tallulah, Chay, Pomme, Richas, Empananda, Sunny, little Pepito and Chunsik.
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it’s so funny how lullah’s ready to encourage the fire between q!bad and death family on the side of her tio 😭 as she said, she supports his rights but especially his wrongs. why not give missa a horrifying murder mystery experience <3
her admin ama has been on twt tonight giggling that her character is locked in bad’s vault and about the very normal note he wrote for philza, she wants to see drama and I respect it
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All of the Medicines Sprites we've seen so far. In order (Left to Right):
Tallulah, Chayanne, Richarlyson, Pepito, Leonarda, Leonarda (splash)
I have both Leo's regular and splash cause theirs is the only one I've seen have a visible change between forms.
(@ravendarkwood you said you wanted to see all the medecine so here you go :D. If you meant all of the medicine, like the ones we haven't seen yet... um sorry for misinterpreting you. When we see the others i'll make another post)
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You recibe the sun
The one were Philza wakes up and they are sleeping
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The creaking of old bones was the only thing that echoed in the room above the soft snores.
The muscles of his wings warmed satisfactorily with the stretch and let them rest again on his husband and children, unconsciously covering and protecting them from the outside world and the morning light that was beginning to come through the window.
The hibernation season in dragons is serious, as they grow years can pass, even millennia and the heart of the poor crow knows that he could not bear that anguish.
Reapers are also known for sleeping a lot when not on duty, something about living between the two planes of existance and something about how demanding it is to harvest souls.
Philza knows what that's like so he treasures having him right now.
Philza's eyes were heavy and he knew he didn't feel like getting up so early this morning, the pillow was still a little cold and the sheets around him were as soft as they were abundant, he almost wanted to get lost in the feel of the material under his wings and on his body. He rolled over onto his stomach and made a satisfied bird noise.
When the blond man finally ventured to open his eyes he got aware that the sun was just rising to greet the residents of the small home, which did’nt seem to bother his platonic husband for the way he curved in pursuit of some warmth sunlight. The sight before him turned Phil's heart into a hot, fuzzy puddle.
His husband, the father of his children and his partner was lying next to him, one of his arms innocently touching his bare bicep as if Missa needed skin-to-skin contact between them every night. no matter how small it was. Chayanne loosely wrapped his short arms around his father's stomach and at his side little Tallulah shrinks to fit perfectly between them so that the two children (as always when they sleep) seek the comfort that Missa radiates just with his sleepy presence.
The sight is more than enough to discourage the blonde man's heavy eyelids from closing again and he allows himself to absorb every little detail of the scene; His children fit together like pieces of a puzzle, like the siblings they are, their tails intertwine with Missa's, surrounding them in a soft and natural touch, his husband's hair is a mess and his daughter's satin cap has come off. at some point in the night so that there are two heads with dark, messy hair in front of him (he refrains from leaving a kiss on the forehead of any of them) Chayanne has the most relaxed expression in the world, he always has an expression of peace and delight when he is with his papá, happy to have the rest he has always deserved, Missa's skeletal arm rested on Chayanne's back securing his children against him in a loving gesture, and Missa-.
His Missa.
Phil's heart skips a beat and slow, and oh torturously slow, he puts his hand between the sheets, feeling around, searching through the things he knows shouldn't be in the bed but you can't blame his tired brain for forgetting to tidy up, pushing away Chay's float is that he reaches and finally gets: his camera.
He puts this closer to his own feathered chest and Missa squirms at his movement, he purrs lightly and one of his ears goes towards him capturing the slightest sound but he doesn't wake up and Phil sighs in relief.
Missa is handsome, even pretty, his torso wrapped in a tank top and the soft sheets, spread all over the bed like if he owned it all alone, he knows that if he were awake he would apologize very embarrassed for it but to Phil he owns more than his bed, in fact, he would get a thousand beds only if Missa suggests wanting more, without even really asking for it, and Phil will bring it to him on a silver platter, which is so corny he wishes he would die and never say it out loud.
His husband's bare face bathes in the soft light of the sun, cat instincts so deep in his brain that Missa seeks to revel in the sun he loves (that shouldn't make Philza blush as if it were about him) even in the realm of dreams, his head splayed out on the pillows, his neck so visible that he almost feels bad for watching so much that Missa's pulse is there, almost feeling it beating under his eyes but you can't blame him after barely having any sign of the cat hybrid, he can and will be greedy for his sleeping partner, thank you very much. The dark fluffy ears at the top of his head were like a crown in his messy black hair, so adorable that Phil wants to coo loudly at them but he stops himself, and finally his face, it should be a crime to hide such a pretty face behind a mask (the same with the soft ears and tail) but the angel of death knew well that it was for reasons of force majeure that the reaper had to keep this contraption close to him.
He was still grateful to have the privilege of seeing Missa’s face that others will never see.
Missa makes a squeaky whimper of his own and the blonde man fears he's woken him up only with the sharp intensity of his eyes (he may be staring at him a little too hard) but instead his face turns until he's face to face with Philza, crawling closer. so close. as the light of the sun allows him.
The moon is facing him and nothing should stop him from leaving a scorching kiss on those pinkish lips that seductively catch the eyes and Philza Minecraft was strong for many things but not really for this.
Philza thought about it and then his instincts called and then he thought again and a slow breath was crossed with what could only be a purr and the greedy crow just gave up; Using his muscle memory quickly shot a picture that frames the perfect shot of the golden sun covering in this light to his family as if he were wanting to preserve them in their sleeping safety, his beloved children are wrapped in a protective embrace, they are so lucky to be together as a complete family and to be able to see their starry eyes when they'll finally wake up, and finally his husband who makes Phil evaporate into little more than a domestic bird, the sky can be tasted from Missa's lips and he knows that with him the weight on his shoulders and on those of Chayanne and in Tallulah's will grow small, Missa is so liberating that he wanted to laugh right here and right now, but it is busy kissing his sleeping reaper's lips.
The loud purring was the only thing that echoed in the room above the soft snores.
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