Oh but she looks//like sleep to the freezing
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nothing like a little Hozier to jumpstart the imagination amirite?
Anyway
Quite away this isn't my best work, but the only way to get better at backgrounds and scenes is to draw them and make them subtly fanart.
also i think i might have overrendered Kristin you'll have to tell me how i did
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She knows what you did to Tommy :>
Personally, I think the revival book belongs to her and somehow got to the mortal realm. It makes sense, right? She's Death and the revival book brings back the dead.
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I need to be a little insane about Philza “Angel of Death” Minecraft and Kristin “Goddess of Death” MissTrixtin because like I need you to see my vision
If you see Phil as a harbinger of Death you’re like. You’re so so close. You’re so close
The relationship between Kristin and Phil (as RP characters) is a reflection of Life and Death.
Kristin when it comes to Minecraft RP is an entity that is there but in most ways unreachable. She can be communicated with, but she cannot be Present in the World (most of the time). Death is also a state of being wherein the living can speak to the dead, but the dead can’t return, can’t interact with us.
Phil is Life. Phil is growing plants and animals, he’s planning and nurturing and blunt and protective. He’s interested primarily in keeping alive the people he cares for, keeping himself alive. He survives, and he strives to help others do the same. He knows things must die eventually, he says as much during Sam’s dsmp finale, but he’s not out here to hasten the deaths of players he cares about. Especially when it comes to Qsmp but on dsmp too, Phil isn’t worried so much about the state that people are in at the end of an ordeal, as long as they’re alive.
Because you can’t therapy or gapple away Death. She is powerful and eternal and inevitable, the sparkling of stars in the void, an endless drop out of the world. And Phil is dogged, stubborn, and persistent, a dandelion growing in the sidewalk crack. Life is clinging by a thread, and it refuses to let go. It’s a stone thrown in the ocean whose ripples spread endlessly. It’s messy and silly and wild.
And, of course, Life sends Death many gifts.
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He gets a little bit of comfort, as a treat
Other versions plus close ups wooo :
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pls rb this it took me oh so long
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Our Lady of the Underground
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i just realized i never posted this here.
so. have a Mumza.
also, fun fact, her necklace here is referenced from maxixe gems, which is a form of beryl, the mineral that also makes emeralds
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