Cleo as a hydra whose heads don't regrow and who had to sew one back on manually. Technically also a naga inspired by the gorgon skin and the Quetzalcoatl/Kukulkan shop. Lotsa snakes.
This is inspired by my& idea of how far I& can push the hermit designs until they stop being recognizable. Hopefully I&'ll be able to come up with more ideas like this.
My tier list of how I felt when Vampires SMP characters died
Tier list:
"Literally screaming and sobbing and throwing up": Legundo
"Deeply upset": Martyn and Pyro
"Oh no :(": Martyn
"Not really upset": Avid
"Happy": Owen
"I wish you were on this list you bastard": Scott
Various videos and pictures from the Hermits on ice! (Video one from Gem’s instagram, videos two and three from Pearl’s Twitter, video four from False’s instagram, other pictures from Scott’s instagram
You asked for short prompts and I'm predictable so,
Vampires Cleo and Pearl dance in the ballroom they just finished
A little bit of Vampires Pearleo never hurt anyone
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"Remind me why we agreed to host M's little gathering again?" Cleo inquired, wiping away dust from their hands as they set up the last of the tables in their newly finished ballroom.
"Because he's our friend, for one," Pearl answered, drifting lazily to their side, "And because he wants to celebrate the book's publishing in the place that inspired it,"
"He's your friend," Cleo corrected, "I'm sure all of his book buddies will want to meet the woman who inspired the big bad werewolf who gets lost in the woods,"
"I think they'll be a bit more interested in the hotheaded vampire who comes up with the plan to save the day," Pearl teased. Cleo rolled their eyes in the way that told Pearl they were trying not to take a complement. She couldn't let that stand, punctuating her statement by pulling Cleo in for a quick kiss. After just a moment she pulled away and spoke only a few centimeters from their lips. "My hero,"
Cleo pulled away, shaking their head, eyes glued to anywhere but Pearl.
"Flattery will get you everywhere," They quipped. "It doesn't matter anyways, they won't actually know it's us. I've got no plans to announce my undeath in a ballroom full of humans and get a stake to the heart for the trouble,"
"Ah but we'll know, and isn't that fun?" Pearl grinned, exposing her sharpened canines and long fangs, "Our little secret,"
Cleo sighed, conceding to Pearl finally. They scanned the room, it's high ceilings, it's open floor, the furniture the two of them had lovingly restored and arranged.
"I don't even know how to dance," They admitted. "We hardly invited people to parties at the coven,"
"Luckily for you, dancing is considered part of the standard education for a girl of status," Pearl deepened her voice at the end, mimicking a posh accent. "I had to learn before my debutante ball,"
"Fancy," Cleo clicked their tongue in disapproval. "Mind teaching a peasant like myself?"
"I suppose I could, if you think you're able," Pearl took a bit of pleasure in stepping closer, making Cleo have to look up to speak to her.
"Able, certainly. Willing? That's another matter entirely," Cleo said with a smirk.
"I'll lead, you just follow," Pearl grabbed Cleo's left hand and guided it to her shoulder, sliding her own right hand onto their waist. Then, she tangled their two free hands together. "You know, traditionally this is the man's position,"
"Hm, I could imagine you in some men's wear," Cleo stared up at Pearl with half lidded eyes. "Some nice trousers, a waistcoat fitted to taper in right here,"
They moved their hand down to wrap around Pearl's own waist, squeezing. Pearl squeaked a decidedly unsophisticated noise before huffing and putting the offending appendage back where it belonged.
"You are a menace," She grumbled. Cleo only laughed in response.
"Your menace,"
"Of course," Pearl said before pressing a kiss to the top of Cleo's head. "It's a German dance, the waltz. Quite scandalous in some circles,"
"I hardly see how it could be,"
"Well," Pearl closed any gap between them, pressing them chest to chest. "You do dance quite close, and all that spinning, all that revelry, one could get lost in it,"