So I was wanting to dye my hair pink midwinter so it’d fade my spring, I’ve been meaning to make another skull mask, it was supposed to snow the third week of January and somehow Technoblade always seemed to end up in the snow. Therefore. Things happened. I was only intending to take photos of it, but then I heard this song and my brain just went MMMM THIS SCENE AND THIS SCENE AND THIS SCENE AND- so I made a short. Or at least it was intended to be a short, but for some reason, YouTube won’t upload good audio, which is annoying, because tumblr doesn’t like high res imaging. Regardless, I’m really, really happy with this. Also here’s the slightly shortened youtube version if anyone’s interested.
Here’s the concept art for the costume beside what it actually turned out as. Material list below cut.
Mask: foam core which is a staple, but I tried duck masking tape instead of regular scotch tape in hopes the paint wouldn’t peal off it’s held up so much better thus far. Tusks and teeth are cosclay. Then acrylic paint and I don’t remember what the clear coat is called.
Crown: also foam core, but I did use scotch tape for it. Not as happy with it because there are a lot of creases, but I was too lazy to try and find a different medium. Painted with an oil based gold paint which actually covered very well and I barely used any of it.
Actual Mouth Tusks: also cosclay with acrylic paint for the white and the same oil based gold for the tusk cap thing.
Cloak: red fleece that I weathered with acrylic paint (and painted myself and the kitchen floor in the process), and long pile fleece for the hood lining. The buttons are cosclay that I, again, painted with the same gold. And the chains I just bought in bulk off amazon cuz I’ll probably use it again.
Corset Belt: some random faux leather I had leftover from a former project, and the laces are just ribbon.
Sword: a past friend made it for me forever ago, and it’s just been lying around.
Shirt: a random find from Goodwill that I about shrieked at when I found.
Pants: I can’t remember where I got them, I’ve had them for a while, they’re just high waisted corduroy.
I really wanted glasses, but I couldn’t find the ones was planning to use. Which is obnoxious. Because Techno deserves to see. But it’s not supposed to snow again for a while, so unfortunately, no glasses.
Also, this is the first time I’ve wished I had long hair since I cut it off almost three years ago because aesthetically it would have been really nice, but I’m less hung up on that than I am the glasses lol
The King laid down his sword, battle fought and won. He enjoyed the spar, to keep his practice in. He could stay out here awhile longer.
He removed his crown and set it on the ground next to him, wiping his brow with his good hand.
A sound behind him; stone crumbling and rubble tumbling. The King turned, watching as the Hermit emerged from the cliffside preceded by his pickaxe.
The two looked at each other for a moment, expressions neutral.
“Was ‘at you, thunderin’ upstairs?” the Hermit asked, then.
The King tilted his head in a gesture of admittance, allowing himself a proud smirk. “I promised I would.”
The Hermit grunted. His wooden leg made alternating footsteps echo off the stone as he stepped forward and lowered himself onto another rock beside the one the King had taken as his throne, a sighing groan escaping him as he sat and stretched out his aching limbs. He leaned his pickaxe against his seat, and looked out across the expanse.
“They kick you out at the pearly gates?” the King asked.
“Nah. Not my scene,” said the Hermit. “I prefer t’ keep t’ myself.”
“You’re here now,” said the King.
“I’m here now.”
The two sat in silence for a minute, watching the views laid out before them and so far below.
“It’s always so busy,” the Hermit said. “So many people, so much going on. You youngsters have so much energy.”
“The world moves fast,” said the King. He paused, and then added, “People move on, but they don’t let go.” He gruffed a laugh. “It’s a weird mix of rush and dragging heels. Running forwards while looking back over their shoulders.”
“So many people,” the Hermit repeated.
They were silent for a minute more.
“So many people,” the King murmured. He looked down at the crown beside him, then picked it up and held it, studying the colourful gems set into the gold. “D’you hear them?”
“Yeah.” The Hermit’s eyes crinkled, a smile hidden behind his white beard. “It’s nice to know they still care.”
“Nice to be remembered.” The King grinned too, raising his head again to gaze out at the world. “Nice to have had a positive impact on people.”
The Hermit grunted in agreement. “Yeah, it’s nice to be missed,” he said, “but it’s also good to see them carrying on, livin’ life.”
The King nodded. “That too.” His eyes sparkled. “I hope they know I’m proud of them.”
“They do.”
The two of them were silent for a little while more.
“Death is weird,” the Hermit said, “especially for the living. But they have the strength to cope.”
The King nodded. With a light groan, the Hermit put his hands on his knees and pushed himself back onto his mismatched feet, and picked up his pickaxe once more. Turning back towards his tunnel, the Hermit patted the King companionably on his good shoulder. The King inclined his head in acknowledgement, and the soft tap-step of the Hermit’s feet retreated back into the cliffside, soon joined by the melodic rhythm of his pickaxe against stone.
The King stayed where he was for a time longer, observing with fondness the world below. His people, his Kingdom. Those who loved and supported him, even still. And his eyes shone, and he grinned again.
He stood and put the crown back on his head, and took up his blade, and raised it to the sky and yelled, laughing as the air shook with a power of sound and light, knowing that they would see it and know that he still fought for them.
So some friends of mine have been working for nearly two years now on a cover of Voices by Derivakat and it's finally out!!!
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There's like over 10 different languages that they've managed to translate into and then SING??? It's a really cool project that really emphasises the nature of Techno's voices (many different people and cultures but coming together for him) and, idk I just think it's neat.
“Having been carried through many nations and over many seas, I arrive, brother, for these wretched funeral rites so that I might present you with the last tribute of death and speak in vain to silent ash, since Fortune has taken you, yourself, away from me.
Alas, poor brother, unfairly taken away from me, now in the meantime, nevertheless, these things which in the ancient custom of ancestors are handed over as a sad tribute to the rites, receive, dripping much with brotherly weeping.
I just really like the idea of everyone who close to him would come together, comfort each other, and to see him one last time, looking up at the sky. He had become one with the stars now.