“Oldza, grandza, centuryza, eternal demigod cosplaying as the elderly... You know, old.”
Keep your friends close, and the reincarnation of the Blood God that makes fun of your demigod bullshit closer.
Angels of Death can deform their bodies by causing pressure into their skeleton, skin or muscles for a period of time until the body cures himself in that way, keeping the damage in place, and as easy, it can be fixed.
Which really works well for disguises.
An example, where the skin in pulled looking like an “old hand”
It’s pretty disgusting, but it’s what quick regeneration causes.
And yes, this means that if Philza cut his stomach and puts an object inside the cut, the object will stay in his body.
So guess how many knifes he carries--
Also! New designs! Except Technoblade, the bear rules.
Sorry it’s taken so long to post but I recently graduated high school! Finishing school and getting prepared for college has been a lot and I haven’t been motivated to draw much but I made this :D I’ll post more updates on the Tommy animatic and regular drawings soon. Happy late birthday Techno!
“I swear to you I was going to leave.” he said, voice shaking as if he were on the verge of tears. Maybe he’d already been crying, honestly after everything he’d been through he was surprised he hadn’t completely broken down already.
“To any of my friends or family that happen to be listening, I just want you to know that if I don’t…… oh fuck that”
***
Tommy wanted to rest, to feel safe, to have a place he could finally call home. For the first time in his life he allowed himself to believe that maybe, just maybe he’d finally found what he’d been looking for.
That is until he stumbles upon a box full of cassette tapes hidden away in his bedroom.
Surely it wouldn’t hurt to just have a listen?
I present to you another CrimeBoys centred fic, filled with all the DSMP typical angst we’re all familiar with.
Basically, I binge watched every ARG and Analog Horror video I could find on YouTube and decided “wouldn’t it be cool if I subjected those silly minecraft boys to this shit?” And well… I did exactly that.
A yes, the evil personified: the child who lives in a dirt hole, embroiders flowers on his dead brotherly figure old miner jacket as a way too grief, adopted a sheep and spider, and organizes weddings and funerals.
I see your cottagecore c!tommy, and I trow it of the window and put shepherd c!tommy in your hands without breaking eye contact.
And process to put Terra Baixa on your side slowly... And “Els pastorets”... And since we’re here, “The shepherd that cried wolf”