been a while since i made one of these! henlo i'm henrie, hi i'm diosay, and this is my tumblr! it is mostly for posts of my paintings and the occasional poem or song. reblogs go on my mainblog @sweetbrioche
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(and if you like this drawing but wish someone else was in it, my commissions are open! i can make you a character sheet just like this too!)
image description in the alt text and under the cut, plus a picture of the outfit this illustration is based on!
id:
1 - a cartoony character sheet for henrie diosa (henrie is written in latin letters and diosa is written in baybayin). henrie is a small human person with dark hair in milkmaid braids with a pink ribbon, round glasses, pink blush, red lipstick, a denim jacket covered in patches, a long pearl necklace, a little black dress, black stockings with cat ears on the knees, and bright pink crocs. henrie's pronouns are they/it/fae. it is 26. on the side are the philippine flag, the progress pride flag, the polyamorous flag, and the schizospec pride symbol. henrie likes musical theatre, linguistics, and improv. henrie dislikes deadlines and commuting. faer stat modifiers are: -1 strength, +0 dexterity, -2 constitution, +3 intelligence, +2 wisdom, and +3 charisma. there are doodles of earplugs, the symbols for taurus and scorpio and cancer, and a molecular diagram. they speak english, tagalog, and deutsch. fae is proficient in krita, shotcut, synthesizer v (solaria and anri), obsidian, and watercolour.
2 - a collage of four photographs of henrie wearing the same outfit as the illustration on the character sheet, taken by a road at night. henrie looks off to the distance with a blank expression, henrie makes silly poses showing off its clothes.
Fallen Angel / リグレットメッセージ (Regret Message)
original music and lyrics by mothy / 悪ノP
ballad version by 情熱Ｐ / てとてとarrangement by Desconico
vocals by SOLARIA (Lite) on Synthesizer V Studio Basic
from a VSQ by Hetachan/Rubin https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8lzmoukr8cI
tuning, mixing, video, illustration, additional vocals, and translation by Henrie Diosa
credits, links, and lyrics under the cut!
The Princess of Lucifer: on tumblr, on youtube
His Significance of Existence: on tumblr, on youtube
SVPs and instrumental / off vocals: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/17c_Zo2s6uQB4wSAzPRVpDUOjl-2qrNn6?usp=sharing
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Image Credits:
The Metropolitan Museum of Art Open Access
"The Sea." Gustave Courbet. 1865. https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/436021
"A Vista through Trees - Fontainebleau." Narcisse-Virgile Diaz de la Peña. 1873. https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/436195
Lyrics:
On the shore, at sundown
At a harbor far from town
A girl stands alone, dressed in brown and grey
By this sea, deep and slow,
There's a spell from long ago
A secret we know but never say
You must whisper your wish
To a little parchment roll
And the bottle it goes into
At twilight, go pray
Let the sea take it away
One day it will come true
Little bottle of glass,
May my wish come to pass
May my sins wash away with the falling tide
Beyond sound, beyond sight
Towards the dying light
Like me, quietly cast aside
I was cruel and didn't see
What you sacrificed for me
To bring everything that I asked of you
I was cold, I was vain
And I never felt your pain
After what I made you do
And now you are gone,
And you're the only one
Who'll make my wish come true
My grief and heartache
May the sea take them away
Until the day I see you
Little bottle of tears,
All my hopes and my fears
Drifting further away with the falling tide
Beyond faith, beyond fate
May it not be too late
May my tears pay the price of my pride
Little bottle of glass,
May my wish come to pass
May my sins wash away with the falling tide
Beyond sound, beyond sight
Towards the dying light
Like me, quietly cast aside
Little bottle of tears,
All my hopes and my fears
And regret for the years that I spent in sin
If by some happenstance, somewhen in our next lives
I would like a chance to play with you one more time
His Significance of Existence / 悪ノ召使 (Aku no Meshitsukai)
original music and lyrics by mothy / 悪ノP
classical version by 情熱Ｐ / てとてと
arrangement by Desconico
vocals by SOLARIA (Lite) on Synthesizer V Studio Basic
from an SVP by Havenly-P: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NxX1tAsEynQ
tuning, mixing, video, illustration, additional vocals, and translation by Henrie Diosa
links, lyrics, and credits under the cut
The Princess of Lucifer: on tumblr, on youtube
Fallen Angel: https://youtu.be/W4Rq9ZIasO0
SVP and instrumental / off vocal: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/17c_Zo2s6uQB4wSAzPRVpDUOjl-2qrNn6?usp=sharing
Image Credits:
The Metropolitan Museum of Art Open Access
Abstract Ink Drops and Spread on Wet Paper Free Video from Vecteezy
Rose Flower Seamless Pattern from @Helenlane Dreamstime.com
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Lyrics:
Because I am your servant, and you are my Queen
I’ll protect you no matter the price unto me
Because I am your mirror, and you are my twin
And for you I would even commit every sin
Fourteen years ago, when the church bells struck three
In a time of hope and fear, the two of us were born
But the will of others was obeyed with one decree
Thus my fate and your fate, intertwined, became torn
But I swore to myself and to God high above
That the world could hate you and fill your heart with fear
I alone will keep you safe, you alone will have my love
So wherever you are, just keep smiling, my dear
Because I am your servant, and you are my Queen
I’ll protect you no matter the price unto me
Because I am your mirror, and you are my twin
And for you I would even commit every sin
In the neigbouring country where I stayed for a while,
In the town, there was a girl in green I came to know
Lovely was her voice, but far more lovely was her smile!
And I knew though I loved her, that it could never show
For I swore to my queen I’d fulfill her demands.
If my queen wants her dead, I will wordlessly defer.
You can say what you wish; I must do as you command,
But I can't tell my tears to stop falling for her…!
Because you are the Queen, because I am the pawn,
And I love you the most, so I do what you want.
"O my Queen, tea is served, with brioche on the side."
And you laughed like an angel, an angel of pride.
I had seen this coming, knew the people's stirring hate.
On they rose, led by a rose-red woman and her friends.
Others may be saying this is what the fates dictate;
They are wrong; I will show them your reign has no end.
"So, please, take these clothes, put them on right away.
"Get outside! Don't look back! Don't slow down, and don't wait!
"Can't you see that we’re twins? So, you see, it's okay.
"I'm sure no-one will notice until it's too late!"
And now you have my freedom, and I’m in your chains.
Seems like there’s no escaping our opposite fates
"Take the queen!" cry the traitors, while you're running free.
If you're evil, is that not reflected in me?
Once upon a time in a land far away,
Was a kingdom of every evil in the world.
Sitting at the top, she who always had her way,
Was my darling, my sister, a fourteen year old girl.
And I swore to myself and to God high above —
(Full of hope and of fear, now the church bells strike three —)
That the world could hate you and fill your heart with fear —
(Now the girl walks out, head held high to the world —)
I alone would keep you safe; you alone would have my love —
(From the crowd, I saw you, but you did not see me —)
So wherever you are, just keep smiling, my dear!
(As if nothing were wrong, see her smile with her last words!)
The Princess of Lucifer / 悪ノ娘 (Aku no Musume)
original music and lyrics by mothy / 悪ノP
jazzwaltz version by 情熱Ｐ / てとてと
arrangement by Desconico
vocals by SOLARIA (Lite) on Synthesizer V Studio Basic
from a UST by Masao-san https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Jd73E95dy4
tuning, mixing, video, illustration, additional vocals, and translation by Henrie Diosa
I'm not kidding when I say this project is at least ten years in the making. I fell in love with the Evillious Chronicles as a little nerd in high school, and I was already working on translated English lyrics. Vocal synths as a technology have come so far since then, and so have I as an artist, so I'm really happy that now I can make the videos I've always dreamed of making.
links, credits, and lyrics under the cut!
His Significance of Existence: on tumblr, on youtube
Fallen Angel: https://youtu.be/W4Rq9ZIasO0
SVP and instrumental/off vocal: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/17c_Zo2s6uQB4wSAzPRVpDUOjl-2qrNn6?usp=sharing
Image Credits:
The Metropolitan Museum of Art Open Access
Abstract Ink Drops and Spread on Wet Paper Free Video from Vecteezy
Rose Flower Seamless Pattern from @Helenlane Dreamstime.com
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Lyrics:
[So! On your knees.]
Once upon a time in a land far away,
Was a kingdom of every evil in the world.
Sitting at the top, she who always had her way,
Was a queen in yellow, a fourteen year old girl.
A palace well furnished, a show of her means
A servant her mirror, and loyal to the throne
A thoroughbred named Josephine
Everything, yes, everything, she claimed as her own
When there's no money left for what she wants
“The people have no bread? Let them eat cake!” she’d sneer
Anyone who dared oppose would meet her commandants
She makes her dissenters disappear!
[So! On your knees.]
Aku no hana, an evil flower blooms
Brilliant, iridescent, dignified
Over the pitiful weeds she looms
Let them rot, let them die, let them nourish her pride
Our little tyrant had her heart set on a prince
From the blue land of Marlon, across another port
But his heart had been promised long since
To a girl from the green Kingdom of Elphegort
Emerald went Her Majesty in envy, and she called
For an audience with the Minister of War
Said in a soft voice that left him appalled
"I want to see the green kingdom burn."
Thousands of homes turned to ash in the Hunt
Thousands left mourning for millions of lives
Uncountable suffering out on the front
But the queen never heard their cries
[Oh, is it teatime already?]
Aku no hana, an evil flower blooms
Furor, fire, and genocide
Around the lesser flowers’ tombs
She's untouched, all her thorns protect her with pride
[We live in a world where some are born to rule, and some are born to be ruled. If everyone were equal, society would collapse. Somebody has to keep those filthy peasants in their places. ]
Finally the years of suffering quietly end
Finally the people's hatred stirred up too much to ignore
On they rose, led by a rose-red woman and her friends
On the people marched, into the palace and the court
Low Lucifenians on fire with rage
Against royal soldiers exhausted from the war
Screaming for justice and hungry for change,
Armour and swords posed no threat anymore
Into the palace, all doorways flung wide
All her rats ran away, none remain
"Take the queen!" the rebels cried
And at last they had her in chains!
[What do you think you’re doing? Unhand me, you ruffians! Let go!]
Aku no hana, an evil flower blooms
Pensive and quiet, cast aside
Watching her paradise meets its doom
And fall with the weight of her sins and her pride
Once upon a time in a land far away,
Was a kingdom of every evil in the world.
Sitting at the top, she who always had her way,
Was a girl in yellow, a fourteen year old girl.
They set her death to three hours after noon
When the bells rang "Rerum, Deus tenax vigor"
Did that girl, alone in her room
Think of all of the sins she must answer for?
Full of hope and fear, now the church bells strike three
Now the girl walks out, head held high to the world
And the crowd jeered and jabbered, but she made no last plea
She smiled with her last words:
[Oh, is it teatime already?]
Aku no hana, an evil flower died
Brilliant, iridescent, dignified
La fille du mal, so they call her, but I'd
Not insult the ghost of the princess of pride
i tried to make this one a little messier, like when you doodle on your readings. this is káhi, my dm pc for the strixhaven game that i'm running with my sisters! their name means wish/prayer in tagalog. the crossed-out words are malas "bad luck" and sumpa "curse" because it's a superstition in our setting that wild magic sorcerers are bad omens. they grew up in a convent of fibre arts nuns, so they have a lot of faith in god (me, the dm) and they can do pretty much anything that involves yarn and thread.
image description in the alt text and under the cut.
id: a sketchy character sheet for kahilingan. káhi is a cowfolk tiefling with green skin, wavy black hair, and large yellow horns. they are wearing the strixhaven uniform robes and light armour in red and black.
text is printed on the side, like a form, and the information is handwritten:
we're moving from dnd to pathfinder, so of course i had to give fantine an entire new outfit. (me as fantine under the cut! i actually wore this outfit to uni)
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id in the alt text and under the cut.
id: (1) A character sheet for Fantine, fae/it, a level 4 sprite (pixie) enigma bard. Its name is written in Latin and elvish (Tengwar) letters on the top right. Faer wavy brown hair is up in two pigtails tied with grey butterfly hairties. Fae is wearing a rainbow-striped long-sleeved turtleneck with dark blue romper on top, a small pin of a six-sided star, grey kneepads, green knee-high socks, and pink clogs. It has a tattoo of an arrow on the back of its right hand, where it is also wearing two friendship bracelets, a red one and a pink/purple one. Fae is holding a small yellow ukulele covered with colourful stickers. Its ability modifiers are shown in six rainbow-coloured diamonds that form a large six-sided star: +0 strength, +2 dexterity, +0 constitution, +2 intelligence, +2 wisdom, and +3 charisma.
Four pictures in a collage of Henrie as Fantine. Henrie is an Asian boy with a round face and wavy black hair. In addition to Fantine's rainbow top, blue romper, grey butterfly hairties, friendship bracelets, and rainbow star pin, fae is wearing dark blue lipstick, pointy elf ears, and large round shades with chrome mirrored lenses.(2) Four pictures in a collage of Henrie as Fantine. Henrie is an Asian boy with a round face and wavy black hair. In addition to Fantine's rainbow top, blue romper, grey butterfly hairties, friendship bracelets, and rainbow star pin, fae is wearing dark blue lipstick, pointy elf ears, and large round shades with chrome mirrored lenses.
a codependent personal assistant and the reluctant cult leader that she adores, for a The Walking Dead ttrpg campaign that ended recently. sophia is the preacher archetype, except with essential oils and crystals instead of a standard religion. she's also canonically schizophrenic, and it was really fun to play a character who was like me that way.
in my heart they are played by vic michaelis and jiavani respectively. bonus points if you know which scene of vic and jiavani this pose was referenced from.
special thanks to my monthly ko-fi supporters, the minamahal: ate emily, ate rachel, and jo! 💕
id in the alt text and under the cut
id: greyscale digital sketch of pilar and sophia, shown from the chest up, leaning into each other and smiling. pilar, facing the viewer, is a fair-skinned woman with sharp features and long, curly hair. she is wearing glasses with round frames, a white shirt, a dark cardigan, and a necklace with a wire-wrapped crystal pendant. sophia, facing left, is a medium-skinned woman with soft features, long straight hair, and bangs. she is wearing a sleeveless black top, pearl earrings, and a necklace with a wire-wrapped crystal pendant and small crystal shards along the chain. both of their eyes are closed. rays of light emanate from behind sophia. in the top right corner is "pilar and sophia" in cursive. id ends.
meet angelus! he’s prisma’s assistant, and he doesn’t like fairies. this is fantine promising to stop bullying him for not knowing how to read, because truth be told he was this close to throwing faer off the ship to baldur’s gate. promises are a Big Deal to fantine, as a fairy. in fact at this point in the story there's a promise fae isn't keeping that is making faer very uncomfortable….
the folks at ko-fi got to see early versions of this! thank you to ate emily, ate rachel, and jo 💕
id in the alt text and under the cut.
digital illustration of fantine and angelus, looking at each other while fantine has faer fingers crossed. angelus is a tall goliath barbarian with dark brown skin. his dark locs are tied up in a ponytail. he is wearing a bright pink leather harness that crosses over his chest and pink short shorts. he has tribal tattoos on his chest and arms, a necklace made of teeth and beads around his neck, a goatee, and a thin, twirly moustache. he is holding a large baguette. his expression is displeased. fantine is a small fairy bard with brown skin and fluffy brown hair done up in pigtails, secured with grey butterfly hair ties. fae is wearing evil eye earrings, a red half-cape, and a green dress with long sleeves. a sparkle of magic hangs over faer head. faer index and middle fingers are crossed, and fae is looking up at angelus with a nervous smile. id: digital illustration of fantine and angelus, looking at each other while fantine has faer fingers crossed. angelus is a tall goliath barbarian with dark brown skin. his dark locs are tied up in a ponytail. he is wearing a bright pink leather harness that crosses over his chest and pink short shorts. he has tribal tattoos on his chest and arms, a necklace made of teeth and beads around his neck, a goatee, and a thin, twirly moustache. he is holding a large baguette. his expression is displeased. fantine is a small fairy bard with brown skin and fluffy brown hair done up in pigtails, secured with grey butterfly hair ties. fae is wearing evil eye earrings, a red half-cape, and a green dress with long sleeves. a sparkle of magic hangs over faer head. faer index and middle fingers are crossed, and fae is looking up at angelus with a nervous smile. id ends.
stu is lulee’s first husband and her sire. he turned her into a vampire on her wedding night; they’d been dating for barely a year. lulee had just turned twenty. she’s holding on to him so tightly because none of her friends or family were allowed at the wedding, and he’s the only familiar face there. lulee never saw her human loved ones again, but she was really excited to be part of her new family, the toreador.
btw, you can read lulee talking about her past here!
id in the alt text and under the cut.
(1) pencil on paper sketch of stu and lulee, wearing their wedding outfits. stu is standing straight and holding lulee’s hand while she leans into him with a bashful expression. stu is wearing a black suit and tie with a white shirt and a black rose boutonnière. lulee is wearing a floor length white wedding dress with long lace sleeves, a tiara, and a floor length veil, as well as a black pearl necklace. she is holding a large bouquet of black roses.
(2) a different pencil on paper sketch, focusing on how their arms and hands interlock.
thinking fondly of my dnd candlekeep party. i can't wait to play with them again! this is our warlock, prisma, casting a nat 20 eldritch blast on a flying sword. she killed it instantly and i felt like that moment was important to illustrate hehe
the folks at ko-fi got to see early versions of this! thank you to ate emily, ate rachel, and jo!
id in the alt text and under the cut.
id: a digital illustration of prisma casting an eldritch blast at a flying sword, while willow shields her face. prisma is a small yuan-ti/changeling with purple skin and hair, wearing purple robes with star embroidery. she is floating in the air as a bolt of purple lightning blasts from her hand. it splits across the left side of the illustration and through a grey sword flying through the air. before the sword, willow puts her arms up to cover her face. willow is a longtooth shifter with brown skin and ginger hair with a white streak, up in a ponytail and in two small braids in front of her ears. she is wearing small white gloves, a pink half-cape, and a purple dress. her eyes are covered, but her fangs are visible in her grimacing mouth. id ends.
Pak shet. ‘Banaman Ate Emma, now I have to make timpla tea with honey maygahd ‘kaasarrr
Fuck shit. Oh come on (big sister) Emma, now I have to brew tea with honey ohmigod how annoyinggg
although there’s really no way to succinctly translate how conyo zhoey is being here. imagine a valley girl accent, except when she swears in her aside. yeah i added an h to her name for no reason except to make her look more conyo. this is zhoey chan, the beanie-bini (latte hotte), emma’s manager. she still calls emma áte just to rub it in that emma’s older than her.
id in the alt text and below the cut. more palatawan (tagalog hatchetfield) stuff here!
id: pencil on paper sketch of zoe chambers/zhoey chan, from the neck up. she is a young woman in a barista uniform, wearing her hair up with a visor, and a blouse with a peter pan collar and a black bow. her expression is pleased, and then annoyed. id ends.
id in the alt text and under the cut! this is from before npmd, so pete looks a bit more like nick lang. and i was thinking about how he was in the la dee da dah flash mob. more palatawan (tagalog hatchetfield) stuff here!
id: pencil on paper sketch of peter spankoffski/jakolino, a young boy with large glasses and short messy hair wearing suspenders and a bow tie. he is drawn from the waist up, holding two mugs of hot chocolate. the clouds of steam coming out of the mugs are drawn angular, like lightning. id ends.
palatawan nerdy prudes! or, new current working title: hindi ako loser
image description and translations in the alt text!
more palatawan lore under the cut. more palatawan (tagalog hatchetfield) stuff here!
the "suspenders and a bow tie" joke doesn't work anymore because filipino high schools have uniforms — i have a couple versions of that scene in mind, including one where i just acknowledge the joke doesn't work (the one in the drawing), or it becomes about his long hair (he'd get called gay for that, and not in a fun way), or the joke changes to how he still wears the uniform outside of school, and that's his attempt to avoid getting bullied
steph with her coloured hair and peter with his long hair are both dress code violations and it's kind of cute that they have that in common
steph gets away with it because her dad's the mayor
52 Fantine and Lulee!! for that question things for ocs
Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?
fantine, like a proper spunky musical theatre orphan, sees the world in very simple terms and does not wait for additional facts, because fae believes that whatever facts are immediately available are all the facts that there are. this comes from faer upbringing in the commune where nobody lies. fantine understands that lies of omission are a thing, but does not wait to figure them out because if they're not available now, then they will be made available later, when it is a good time for a Plot Twist. (i think it adds to the otherworldly quality of the fey to play a character who is mildly aware that it's in a Narrative. even if it's entirely the wrong genre)
fantine literally tried to break the legs of a guy whom it merely suspected was the reason its friend got hurt. i do think part of fantine's journey is growing up out of this mindset, in order to become a good detective. but i also did give it a fireworks kit when we moved to pathfinder, so we're not completely leaving behind impulsivity, we're just tempering it with a little logic and street smarts.
lulee is a waiter. lulee is the queen of hiding and waiting, of reading the room and checking where all the exits are. and also of ignoring her immediate emotions. she was under mind control for most of her unlife, so the thing she's learning now is to think for herself and be a little braver. to stand up for herself.
like, canonically in her backstory there's a part of her unlife where she literally had to stay perfectly still (the condition for her invisibility power) for weeks in order to not get found and murdered. she plays a lot of inside baseball because she's had some very scary experiences and she continues to be very scared. and the lie she tells herself is, if she disappears well enough, if she plays the part of the good wife well enough, she can survive a patriarchal society.
what i want her to learn is that the world has changed a lot for women, and she doesn't have to be scared anymore. she's literally a vampire, she can be a man-killing machine if she wants to. she can leave her husbands behind /reference
What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?
fantine never lies, not even to be nice. fantine also doesn't have a good grasp of personal space — fae grew up in a place without doors and locks, so fae doesn't entirely understand the concept of privacy (people get undressed in theatre all the time! sometimes even onstage!) — fae gives new people a wide berth because fae is scared of getting stabbed (yes, it's specifically getting stabbed) but once you've been identified as a Safe Person, perhaps even a Friend, fantine's gonna get all up in your hair. literally fantine's gonna braid flowers into your hair.
one thing i love making fantine do is getting its face really close to someone else's face, because it's so uncomfortable for the other person. fantine's eyes are mirrors, so when fantine looks right at someone, they see themself.
lulee's bible is etiquette by emily post. she likes all of it. she thinks society would be perfect if we all just did as emily post says. there's probably some modern etiquette she doesn't agree with or understand (young people! so rude!), but she considers herself a very well-trained, well-behaved person. she's got three out of five dots in etiquette, and only because i put the four dots in baking, and that was a hard choice.
in her heart of hearts, i think it does make her uncomfortable that her first instinct is always to disappear. she's a toreador, she wants to show off and be applauded and appreciated. but right now she feels like she has to trade attention for safety. it's why she was happiest with her first husband (stu spencer), i think, because he was also a toreador, and he loved to show her off. she's got a performer's spirit, and it does make her sad that most of her performing since stu died has been to push that down and turn invisible.
there she is. chicago's most fucked-up tradwife.
my vampire: the masquerade player character, lulee spencer/butler/porter née sargent! she's a toreador who loves baking and dancing, and she's just really excited to be married again. she just likes being a wife. it's totally not because she needs protection before the vampire government finds out about her two human children.
i wrote lulee's backstory and it's up on ao3 (please read the tags for content notes):
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
alt text in the image description and under the cut.
(1) a watercolour and digital portrait of lulee, from the waist up. she has the appearance of a young white woman with red hair in big curls. she is wearing dark red lipstick, pearl earrings, a pearl necklace, and a black dress with a square neckline and short sleeves. the dress is painted so it blends in with the black and grey background, which also has a dark vignette. she has an uncertain smile.
(2) four simple drawings of lulee, like paper dolls, wearing different outfits, labelled in cursive.
"interview & escape": a black pillbox hat, a mint green tea-length dress, a light brown cardigan with cardigan clips, a small black purse, and black pumps.
"night out": the pillbox hat, white pearl earrings and necklace, a black tea-length dress with a white belt, white gloves, and black mary janes.
"yes, chef!": a hairnet, the white pearls, the mint dress, and a frilly pink apron with a heart on it. she's holding a dark green muffin tin.
"wedding 1952": a white floor-length gown with long, lacy sleeves; a large bouquet of black roses; long white gloves; a white crown and a veil.
ID ends.
okay but if you were a sniggle which lord would you wanna work for? not necessarily your favorite but who would you be a lil minion for? and being a lil human prophet or whatever is a different story we can get to that later
personally nibbly seems like the most agreeable right? just get him his food when he wants it. maybe that’s a hc talking but the others just seem worse. lesser of five evils
perhaps i'd be with blinky / and do my little show;
perhaps in pokey's choir / a sniggle like me sings.
whichever lord will take me, i will give all that i know
i offer all, as long as i receive my sniggle wings!
to travel time with tinky / seems like it could be fun;
to sabotage with nibbly / i'd get in fisticuffs.
you do not know the crimes i would commit just to be one—
that i may wear antennae with my little sniggle puffs!
of course the king is wiggly / his sniggles must be best!
for life devoid of freedom / is life devoid of sin.
a sniggle may not tire, so a sniggle may not rest
but who would ever want to shed their snuggly sniggle skin?
whichever lord will take me, i really do not care;
i want to be a sniggle and it doesn't matter where.
