Winged-death - 𝙑𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙨

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Our own quiet eternity, just for me and you.

Beware the Angel of Death

Yet another entry into my superhero au, I just wanted to draw Philza being a scary villain.

Also I couldn't pass the opportunity to draw younger Phil with his emo hair.

I actually enjoyed both the process AND the result on this one!!! I think this is the direction I need to try to carry the rest of my work — organic shapes with solid lines, loose colouring and linework, little to no separation of layers (working painterly), and being a bit freer with my selection of colours.

Phil going out to get armour for the dog army he keeps before Techno's memorial and dying it colours that remind him of his best friend....my heart guys.

Emerald Duo I adore you and I always will.

thinking about the events of the dsmp hundreds of years later being just a bunch of stories.

In a village nestled between tall pines children play Manberg Vs Pogtopia, the names of nations and reasons for war long forgotten as they hit each other with sticks and tackle their friends to warm summer grass.

When their mothers tuck them in that night they tell them stories of a snowy wasteland, so ancient it still holds the scars of long wars forgotten. They tell them of the wasteland’s inhabitant, the greatest warrior this world has ever seen. His name is lost to history but warriors still pray to him on the eve of battle and tie ravens feathers in their hair in his honor.

If the children misbehaved that day their mothers tell them a different story, one of a masked man who steals bad children and drowns them in the sea.

There’s a crater a few miles east of the village in the middle of the marshlands up by a glittering ocean. The crater is so deep that you can throw rocks off the edge and never hear them hit the bottom. Legend says that once upon a time the goddess of death had a son who walked this earth and when he died in her rage and grief she tore into the city that once stood there with her bare hands and ripped it from the earth leaving nothing but a crater behind.

On long sunny evenings in the inns that dot the coastline bards tell stories of a cursed city of gold and glass buried in the heart of a desert where it snows. They whisper the city is full of riches but nobody who looks for it ever comes back.

On stormy nights the Bards tell a different story, a story of a town that sits over a slumbering god. Strange things happen there. Red vines sport up over night. If you listen closely, the people say you can hear them talk. Everyone there has red eyes and cold cold hands.

If you start at dawn and ride in the opposite direction of the carter you can reach the vault before nightfall. The locals claim it used to hold a faceless god guarded by a king but time has weathered the vault’s defenses and the towns children dare each other inside its walls, running though the tight passages.

An old fairytale says if you follow a small barely visible path from the doors of a vault beyond you’ll reach a forest full of trees so overgrown they block the sun. The fairytale says if you walk to the heart of the forrest there’s a prince sleeping there, nestled in the flowers and weeds. The fairytale says his true love and his knights are long dead. The fairytale says he dreams the whole world in existence. The fairytale says a lot of things but nobody really believes it.

MEAAT YOUR ART,,, Ahem- I am absolutely loving the art spam, be aware I'm eating every single piece. It is crunchy.

I wanted ask for some human Techno hairstyles, I know for a fact Philza is making that guy look like he's wearing a wig from the 18th century.

ty for enabling me

How I imagine Philza’s chat

And I'll be back in the pulse And I know none of this'll matter In the long run But I know a sound is still a sound Around no-one And while I'm in this body I want somebody to want And I want what I want And I want

close ups under the cut!

Size difference my beloved.

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Used one of those pose templates so not completely original.