winged-death
˚₊‧꒰ა┊The Angel to his God┊໒꒱‧₊˚ icon by quizbeing on twt. Header by @wiggleworm-art
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have a little Philza doodle I did in math this morning:
East wind
East wind
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.
Well I *was* trying to work on more Minecraft crows… but instead I drew out a silly little comic of Phil giving a Basalt Delta Crow a bath 🧼
Poor buddies,,, As their name implies, they’re from the Basalt Deltas of the Nether, so they’re covered in ash & soot 24/7. Meaning, they’ve never actually seen what they look like without all that powder covering their bodies.
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!
By Coyhand
Drawing Philza and Mumza in my style
I know canonically shes the embodiment of Death, but I always thought it'd be cool if it was a thing of "death lurks in everything" and thus she sort of wears the world as a dress- and of course she only got up to watch her husband fly lol
🌒Angel of death🌘
ok have a normal sketch now
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.
and here we see the Philza in his natural habitat, trying not to eavesdrop on his best friend's new secret oganization
and here we see the Technoblade in his natural habitat, dragging the Philza inside.
He knows too much. He will be taken care of in the name of the Syndica-
-nope, they're hugging, they're doing forehead bonks, i apologise for the lies, this has taken a wholesome turn. The Philza will live today
something something, scenting, something, possessive bird, he protect, he attack, he will skin you if you hurt his man
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
