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Hope you're doing well, our lovely and amazing Pipi ✨ Ngl, I super super superrrr admire you and your works~
1. Can I know about the height of each of them? Because I heard they're all over 2 meters? Is that true :0
2. Can we know about the size and the color of their 👅 sorry for asking something weird
3. Do they have a hometown/nationality? Like, where were they created
4. (Oh, I love this question) Are you planning to find a voice actor >:3
5. I wanna give you a big hugggg bc I love Pipi (🥺) and short comics 💕 Stay healthy (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ Moah
Yeah if you search with #height comprasion on my blog you will find it. But prieston isn't there yet so
Jestyn is 215 cm, Knighter is 217 cm, Wizzy is 208 cm, prieston is 220 cm. Plus crownus is 210 cm
All of them has black tongue
3. I intentionally didn’t tell you where the setting is or where they were created—I want to leave that up to your imagination.
4. Hmm, for now, no. Since I’m still learning in the game dev field, I want to take things slowly while I improve. But who knows, maybe in the future?
5. Awww thank you babe. Here's some flower for you
"Silence your wretched mouth, Mutt. You are only here to serve your rightful king. Now then... Behave."
So.... uhhhhhh....... I made a Crownus fan design.... Ahem... Lots of people are asking about him and I am in the process of making a fullbody so hold out.
If you have any asks, feel free to ask me and address it as "Dear Crownus" and I'm sure our dearest king can spare a moment for you.
KOM belongs to @thepipiuw
(this is not an official design at all and inspiration for his design was all thanks to the lovely @unlessyouwant)
Before they had roles, before they were King and maid,
Crownus and Maina were siblings. The strong and arrogant older brother, and the weak and cheerful younger sister. Even after getting their roles, the two always looked after the other the best they could. One would rule so evil as so the other can smile. The other would smile in the face of hatred as so the other could live.
Maina days on stage and off trying to repair his broken image. Maina spent days trying to get her brother to be kind.
She Pleaded to the jester
"Oh amusing Jester, is the king not so generous?"
She pleaded to the priest
"Oh divine priest, is the king not so kind and pure?"
She pleaded to Wizard
"Oh powerful wizard, is the king not loyal and genuine?"
The farmer, the maids, the butler, the people, the audience—
Silence was all she got.
"Crownus! I plead! I beg! I'm on my knees! Is terror and fright the plight you seek? Is it a revolution you want? Do you want to leave me alone? Crownus! Please! Please listen—"
He.
Broke.
Her.
Behind the stage, a thought had been had; "What if the maid, the King's sister were king? What if she became the reining sovereign after a revolt?"
"Yes, a kind and benevolent ruler she should become."
"The past heir now king, we'll force him off the throne."
"The maid, she shall wear the crown."
A woman, a maid, a servant, someone lesser than king—a person in grief is not suited for the throne.
And so, Maina, with a heavy heart, went to her room, closed the door, and never again did she come out.
Grief of her now gone brother.
Fear of the outside and of all the people in kingdom. Their gaze, the expectations, the disappointment, it scared her.
Unresolved emotions towards those that despise the king. They were not unreasonable to hate such a tyrant, but that tyrant was someone who she called family.
Then again, that tyrant was the same as the one who took the right side of her face.
Maina is scared to leave her room again.
Maina: the Majesty's Maid hermit
Then she got the courage to go outside once upon a time, ran into vandals and got the other side of her face shattered lmao
Very bold question to ask but you asked nicely so I'll indulge
Honestly I was postponing designing my Crownus for a while now, mostly because I was intimidated by the task, so this kind of gave me some external motivation to actually do it
Some design-related rambling below
My design was kind of inspired by few things
@an0nymous-c 's depiction of him (post1, post2) with the talons and the hood and @unlessyouwant 's design concepts as they led me to look into the motif of the King in Yellow from both the novel and also later got inspired from that one Minecraft ARG and its Yellow King xD Mostly bc I always thought of 3 colours when thinking of Crownus: black, red, and yellow/gold. Also was thinking about King Midas a bit.
Honestly, I originally wanted to make him much more yellow, but eventually I decided to make him... kind of blank.
It's intentional that I didn't give him any real colour beyond the yellow elements of his jewellery and the crown.
When I think of Crownus, I picture this almost faceless figure. Not because he literally had no face, but because, with enough time passing in the theatre, I like to imagine that most puppets simply wanted to forget it. Forget him.
But some things are harder to forget.
Especially that smile.
Once, it might have been seen as calm and reassuring. Something that made you feel safe in the presence of your King. But with time, that same smile became tainted by the knowledge of what was hiding behind it.
I like to imagine that every puppet whose mind was severely scarred by Crownus might try to erase his face in their own way. A scribble. A shadow. A black square. Anything that could make the memory a little less vivid whenever he appeared in their mind.
But I think there would be one thing that would be much harder to erase: the gold.
Those yellow-golden ornaments must have caught the eye no matter what the memory attached to them was. You might forget what colour his hair was. You might force yourself to forget the colour of his scarf or royal robes. But the gold would stay.
The golden ornaments swaying as he walked toward you.
The polished golden soles of his boots as you knelt before him.
The gleam of golden talons as they caught your chin and forced you to look at him.
And of course, the shine of the crown sitting upon the head of your tormentor Your friend.
Your saviour.
Your true and only King.
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Here I left him uncensoured as I wanted to show a little bit more of his features
This is just a concept design I'd say as I might change or add somethings to it, we'll see.
Hope that satisfies your curious little mind anon
Crownus from Kingdom of Marionettes belongs to @thepipiuw
"To fall, for that is the ending of all heinous beasts. Down went the tyrant dragon! Struck true, did the Holy Sword of The Knight, the beast; slain! Evil cleansed! Alas, the kingdom is safe! Rejoice! Rejoice, we did! Justice, he was. Justice, we praise! The Dragon is no longer."
Awareness trickled away with each scarlet drop. Shadowy beast, bound in heel by iron snares, lain across splintered boards for all to see. Its heads slumped at the side; one bowed, the others fruitlessly strained maw against leather muzzle. Metallic tang nuzzling into gaps of its gums, it knew; too impure to be of ichor - too accursed to be of man: Its blood lapped at by its sandpaper tongue.
Could this suffice?...
Detached inquiries fail to recall where things began. An eye upon the west-faced head creaked open, liquid gold staining obsidian fur. A blinding radiance burned above, misplaced thunder rumbling at the air. Applause, it remembered. Delayed, but named.
Was this Tartarus?...
Limbs long-since numbed of sensation, frigid muscle chattering against bones. Spasms herald to a dying will. Its once-prized pelt rendered to display. Vulnerable to... this. Blood gushing from its heaving chest, faded might clung to trembling ribs. Acidic churning in its guts eating away at its lungs - one breath, then a second, and...
'A moment more, then we shall rest...'
"Oh, but the beast looks so pained. It stole only cattle. Is death truly a fitting punishment?"
Wayward gaze drifting to the speaker, blobs blurred in the glistening heat. Masses of... mass?... Thoughts slip. A touch of pressure ghosts beneath its open eye, fingertips curling in honey-colored tears. Satisfaction riddles the hum of its collector.
"Such beautiful eyes. No, this won't do. I, your king, declare this beast my own. It is of no harm to you, my people. I shall confine it, and it shall never steal from you again."
... ...? No...
Slender claws hover above the odd amulet collaring a beaded throat. The trinket fades out of reach, melting into the hardened shell the beast awoke in: Sorcery of some kind, it assumed. Simply another cursed aspect of 'its'... body. Three minds reduced to one without scars. Spider-like appendages broken straight within new mold. Caged in a humanoid coffin.
The (???) reached for its face. Its horns. Its teeth. Its throat. Its chest - where it stopped, dazed at the gashes lining the newfound... husk? Wounds from its own body marred the ivory surface. Chest sinking with its sigh.
"Thy beauty... Thou art magnificence, My Consort."
Its tail flicks, and it rolls onto its side. Unconcerned with perceived nudity: its gaze meets the observer; a silk-adorned 'royal' with a blazing grin. Golden crown crooked upon his head, his gaze skimmed along its body, eventually returning to its face.
"Con... sort?...." It asks. The grin upon his face fell a fraction, swiftly rising again.
"Why yes! Thy role hath changed~ New script, dear." The man crossed the wooden floor, heels clattering in his haste. He joins the disgruntled hydra at the bed, hands slotting near its thighs. It pulled away from his intrusion. Slumping into the mattress below, flashing its fangs, The Dragon snarls.
The stranger flinches, momentarily rattling off native phrases. Ones foreign to itself, though heard enough to associate.
"Be at ease," he croons, "It was I, Crownus, who saved thee." Not spared. Saved?... Unraveled by statement, the hydra's lips clamp shut. Eyes narrowed, teeth clenched; restraint quelled the instinctive scream telling it to maul him. "Forgive Knighter, My Knight defends my - our - kingdom~ Just as thou guarded thy nest, dear."
Two voices bellow in discourse; the speaker cowers, and is shoved away by something older.
"Thou cursed me." Accusation. The death of curiosity was blame; Crownus smiled at it. A knowing glint swirling in his eyes, he withdrew his presence, and straightened his posture.
"Nonsense~ Beauty, I hath bestowed thou a chance~ Art thou not tired of playing beast? Of scars, assault, and blame?" He gestures across its figure; to the gashes, burns, and holes - a sword, a torch, and pitchforks. Tools of warding. "Or..." Feigned mindfulness fills his languid hum, eyes squinting. His gaze fixes onto the beast's visage: silence flattens his smile.
"Perhaps thee... sought The Reaper?"
It's pitiful how the youngest bawled inside its mind. It scoffs aloud, teeth gnashing. Offended! It was not some desperate widower without their bride. No, it cared naught for a shameful end. Slain? Foolish! It had fought; brute and bane, it was, as The Dragon's role decided it to be. It didn't lose, it--
'The Dragon's role begets defeat.' Hushed, it is brushed aside.
"Perhaps," Hydrus agrees, observing the tension rise in Crownus' shoulders. Neither amused nor bemused, she raises a polite smile. "Enlighten me of thy vision. Entice me, or I shall claim thy crown."
For a single, brilliant moment in that little, button-sized brain of his, Crownus seemed to acknowledge the weight of her casual declaration: his eyes blew wide. Stunned. And, for an even shorter second, Hydrus' smile is genuine. That is, until he laughs, dismissing her statement with a wave of his hand - the way he would a servant girl.
"Thou shall be a witness, submissive wife, and envious wretch. The jewel to my arm." He extends the hand that discarded her; her fangs rattle in the shadow of her strange husk. "No gaze for any other: The Consort."
Not The Dragon. Not Hydrus. Those are nothing to The King. He chose his favorite. There is no remorse, least of all from her, as she accepts his hand; the foolish man grins when she squeezes.
"O' King, to thee, I am nothing." For now, The Consort shall humor him. "Doth thou assure my safekeeping?..."
"Indeed~ The audience shall adore thee, My Consort. Let us bury thy villainous past."
[The Crane and The Eel] + [Masterlist]
(Am I the only one who pictures Crownus as the "royal blood" king from Black Clover? But like... slightly smarter?)
Inspired by the asks of @falling-electricxangel and @star-draws1234 about a ghost who tells them that the ghost is MC's fiancee as it turns out that it was the late king Crownus.
I chose the Crownus design by @neptuii to make this. I tore up his cape to look like hands that's going to be wrapped around The NightGuard
