#helsmit oc

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Moss talked abt helsmit ocs n so then I looked over mine again n that included rereading Nora's thingy I wrote and man o+<

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Minecraft OCs continued!!!

okokok THIS one i had a VERY fun time with bc i started looking into minecraft lore and theories surrounding vex and boy oh boy this gave me Plenty Of Fodder for:

Aquafinity

Aquafinity used to be an Allay.

He trusted the wrong people when he was a fresh-faced new Player, and was rewarded with having a piece of his soul ripped away from him in a woodland mansion- becoming a Vex bound by those who had the Totem his soul was irreversibly chained to.

He doesn’t actually know how long he was stuck there, subject to experiments on soul magic and used as one of many expendable enforcers for the Illagers and Players that ran the mansion. For a bit after he lost that part of himself, everything was a blur. He’s unsure how long it took for the world to come back into focus- he feels like it was anywhere between two days and ten years, and it sometimes felt like both. All he knows for sure is it was a time heavily tainted by hate for himself: hate for the fact that he was an Allay, hate for the fact that he was now a Vex, hate for the fact he had to be anything other than human that attracted this kind of punishment for it. That hateful daze ended when the mansion was finally raided- and it was absolute chaos when that happened. It was a huge raiding party- one that fully intended on not leaving a single Illager alive, and one that seemed to have the manpower to ensure it. He remembers fighting, and then suddenly no longer fighting as the will to do so vanished in an instant, and he was abruptly being carted out of the mansion with rushed assurances and hurried handling by those he’d just been fighting.

At the end of it, the mansion was burned to the ground, most of the Vexes and Allays rescued, and all of the Illagers gone and the guilty Players “taken care of”. He honestly didn’t care to know what that meant, because now that he was away from them there was only one thing he was focused on: his Totem. The raiders weren’t able to recover everyone’s Totems in the ruckus, and he’d been unfortunate enough that he wasn’t one of the safe ones.

He and a few other unfortunate ones went back to the mansion’s site as soon as they could, and spent days, weeks, months, looking through the rubble for themselves.

Some of them got lucky.

Some of them found theirs.

Aqua was not one of them.

He didn’t know if it burned up with the mansion or if that was even possible. Had it been destroyed some other way? Was that how Totem destroying worked? Or maybe it had been used up in the fight, that piece of his soul forever gone to ensure that someone else lived again. He wasn’t sure how either would affect him, if he’d feel some difference or if it would slowly come back to him or if nothing would change at all. He still didn’t feel like he used to, before the mansion, and as the search stretched out it became more obvious that what was put in the Totem never came back to him in any sort of sense. But he also wasn’t being summoned anymore- not after that sudden snap in the big fight- so nobody could have his Totem or else he’d have been summoned back already. Had he really just… fully lost that part of himself? Maybe it was just dispersed, or misplaced elsewhere, or… or something, and he could find it again. Somehow.

Years passed, and he traveled around, looking for any information he could get on what exactly had been done to him, and to find any leads on how he could locate his Totem again. While his Totem did take priority, though, he wanted to make absolutely certain he didn’t repeat the same mistakes he made in the past, so he took it on himself to study the people everywhere he went, too. He learned how to read expressions, body language, vocal tones. He learned what looks mean trouble was about to hit, and when to get out of dodge. He learned that he’s actually quite good at using his words to convince people to help him out, and he learned that he’s quite good at quickly establishing a positive relationship with someone. Names, faces, preferences, any small details- he remembers them easily, and noted that folks like it when you remember those kinds of things about them as quickly as he could.

He wasn’t really able to forget the weird gap in his being, the space where Something Used To Be, but there were times when he noticed it less, and then later, even less.

Eventually, he all but gave up and accepted it had been destroyed that day. He couldn’t find anything, and all hope that he would had been slowly drained out of him by dead end after dead end after dead end.

He finally picked an area and started poking around to see if it’d be a good place to try settling, and ended up being included in a batch area invite to a beach party hosted by some big name someone. Seemed like an innocent enough thing, and it’d be an alright chance for him to be able to people-watch and see if the folks here were of a decent sort or not. He’d been able to experience a few big events like this when he was traveling around, and felt like he knew what to expect from these sorts of things. So he went.

And really, it ended up a lot more innocent of a thing than he thought it’d be- it really was just genuinely a party where people actually seemed to have fun, not boring things where people just stood around in fancy clothes and made themselves sound important, this was games and music and laughter and fireworks and… and he liked it. Everyone was smiling, everyone was happy.

For the first time in a long time, he felt ok to just let himself go for a bit and relax. He made his way around the beach, working his way through the people and through conversations, joining in on some games and festivities, and decided that overall, it wasn’t bad. He could stay here, at least for a bit, at least until the hole in the fabric of his being wore on him too much and he could no longer ignore the search again. He could stay here.

The thought was made significantly more concrete when one of the folks he’d made friendly with that night, Tyratone, offered for the two to stick together. He wasn’t as surprised as he felt like he should’ve been- he’d learned that she’d been living alone and had kind of felt like an outsider at the party, and after he’d talked to her she ended up joining him in some of the games and such and she’d seemed to be properly enjoying herself. She wanted company, and he’d proved that he was alright for it.

And y’know? She hadn’t been bad company either, and he was looking to stay anyway. Why not.

He was unfamiliar with the area, and Tyr had pretty well stayed to herself for a while so she was also somewhat unfamiliar, and so they wandered around the area for a couple months, looking around. Aqua would frequently scout out ahead while Tyr gathered materials and food, and on one such scouting, he ran into two others- Razormane and Firemite. They were on their own, wandering just like he and Tyr were. Razor seemed fairly guarded, but something about Fire’s immediate cheeriness piqued Aqua’s curiosity- he was fronting, and Aqua half-wondered if he might have found somewhat of a kindred spirit. He offered for the two to join- after all, he and Tyr were wandering, just the same as them. They could wander together.

He sort of regretted that decision, after a while. It wasn't that he was wrong, it was just… When it had been just him and Tyr, decisions were made with just the two of them. More people meant more opinions, and once the other two joined, it seemed like Razor’s opinion became the most popular. It seemed like his own ideas were heard less and less.

When they found a place to base, Aqua had gone out to investigate the surrounding folks, or at least the ones he could find. Establishing relationships was simple to him now, and he did it well. And as time went on, he kept those relationships up, getting some trades secured and getting started on mapping the area out. He carried an arrow from Tyr’s inventory so he'd be able to find his way back easier: a faint imprint still there from his days before the mansion.

Only problem was, that felt like that was all he could do. Razor somehow ended up being the unofficially appointed leader of the group, and Aqua felt like he had a lot less say in what happened than he did when it was just him and Tyr. He'd come back and the inside of the base was renovated, or that the rest of them had all gone out mob grinding, or maybe he'd be outvoted in what they should trade for next, or-

It bothered him to no end.

It especially bothered him because smooth-talking, he had read in a library once, was a common trait for Allays and Vexes. Subconsciously imbuing magic into their speech to make them more agreeable was something almost stereotypical- and he didn't like the thought that he was doing it. That he hadn't figured out how to read people and how to talk to people all on his own, that he'd had his Vex magic to thank for it.

He especially didn't like the thought of it now, because really- this was just him getting used for what he was again. He was only with the others to be a Vex for them, to work his magic with words, and that stupid ability of his, the innate ability to always find someone as long as he had an item of theirs, that he'd always had as long as he could remember, so he could make good maps.

What else was he even there for? The others were nice, yes, and maybe they weren't intentionally taking advantage of him, but it still felt like he'd just walked himself back into another mansion where he was only seen for what he as a Vex could do, not what he as Aquafinity could do. He'd tried to settle, to try to forget, but he continually just felt slapped in the face with the reminder that he wasn't worth anything. Only his Vex magic was wanted.

He was tempted, a few times, to really try exercising that magic, to make them listen, but he knew he’d never forgive himself if he did.So he didn't let himself say anything. Really, it wasn't like they were even doing anything near the level of the mansion, and he did like them a lot. Tyr, mostly, but Fire was a close second. Razor was quiet and they were nice to each other, but the two weren't spending much time together. There were a lot of good days, honestly, days where they had fun and where they had interesting conversations and where they enjoyed being together. It was just small things here and there, things small enough that he could pretend they weren’t piling up on top of each other to make something too big to ignore. So he stayed, reasoning that if it got too bad, he could always resume his search again. He hadn't intended to stay here forever, anyway.

Story idea

His story!!! starts out!!! with him being mid conversation w fire or someone in the base and just suddenly. disappearing.

entirely.

they all start poking around because that's very unusual, and cannot find him. firemite can't hear/sense him anywhere close by, maybe it's some vex magic thing? tyr pales a bit and says something about a totem, he told her about a totem a while back, before they'd met the other two.

she tells them everything she'd been told one evening by a particularly panicked aqua that had woken from a nightmare, which was. well. everything. mostly he was paranoid that this exactly was going to happen, and if it did, he wanted someone to know to look for him. she doesn't know where The Mansion was exactly, but he'd told her the vague whereabouts of it.

This becomes a Big Rescue Mission.

They're able to get help from some of the folks around to go with, and they go outpost raiding wheeee \o/ basically til they find out where aqua is

here it gets kinda vague on the details of what exactly was going on and what happens with the rescue, but they are successful :V

Aqua looks like absolute crap

He's finally got his totem back, I know he personally fights to get it back but not quite sure on deets of it. everybody's emotional (this is kinda a healing point for razor, because look, he didn't lose someone this time), they all express how much they worried about him and how glad they are to have found him, etc etc, n he mumbles something about yeah you wouldn't be able to stay on good terms with everyone without me right n everyone's like. huh?

no man they care about him and they have this Whole Conversation where things get properly aired out

tyr reminds him of the fact that she became his friend bc he offered her a drink at a server event, she'd been sat off by herself and he went up and offered a friendly face and nice socializing and they'd started hanging out after that, like. he's her friend before he's a vex.

i'm also imagining a moment where razor mentions that yeah it didn't matter if he didn't do anything for them but hanging out with em they'd wanna keep him around, they enjoy the friendship and his humor and everything

(this catches tyratone's attention)

so yEAH it's a biG huge ThingTM!!!! it's a Very Very Big Healing Point for aqua, and afterwards the group is very certain to make sure they're not talking over him and that they're giving his suggestions plenty of consideration and like!! making sure he doesn't feel left out!!! they care about him!!!!

His hels

So fun fact he gets two helsmits! Gee, bill

His second hels' story is very intertwined with razor's so i'll hold off on posting all the details about him til razor's post n i'll post abt em both together buT!!!! suffice to say he is a snobbish guy that is obsessed with getting people to listen to him and pay attention to him and think he's very important, and because he's also part vex, he's very good at that :V he becomes h!razor's sponsor in the coliseum as part of Hey Look At Me I'm Important

His FIRST hels is quite older!! He spawned in when aqua was in the mansion, coming from his hatred of his own self and of the fact that he wasn't "normal", so this first hels is a plain human!

he's got a very 'bad things happen to people who deserve it' kinda deal bc. how could he cope otherwise. he eventually visits with the order of fortune for a blessing (an order and goddess thought of by good friend @doyouknowthemossinman) and something about it piques his interest! something about it bugs him in a way that won't leave him alone!

eventually he ends up joining the order :V they're like all cats too so i thought it'd be funny to have one (1) token human in the midst

(ft. moss's cinder and ash!!)

his hels i think actualizes because of the order of fortune n like. Bad things happen sometimes n it's ok to accept that and sometimes u have bad luck but it can always be balanced out w good luck later or y'know smth along those lines

wheeeee!!!!!

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Minecraft OC Lore!!!!

aaaaaaaaaaa i've been picking at the minecraft crew (Tyratone, Firemite, Aquafinity, Razormane) and their helsmets for so long and i've finally written down all my thoughts on them!!!

some of this stuff does change from what i'd previously written bUT i like this much better SO STARTING WITH:

Tyratone

Tyratone is just a regular person. She’s an elf, sure, but like. She can see slightly better than Full Humans could, and it’s easier to stay on top of powdered snow, but that’s really all she’s got over “regular” folk. And honestly, that was pretty fine for her up until recently. She had a little treehouse in a jungle, and it wasn’t anything particularly great, but she liked it!

An event ended up changing things a bit for her, in a good way (…mostly. Somewhat, maybe). It was a beach-themed party hosted by some of the big names on the server (one of the rare times on the anarchy server that pvp was essentially disallowed, so she was comfortable hanging around), and she was sitting off to the side on a beach chair by herself, watching folks having fun. Night had fallen, and the beach was lit up well enough that it was safe and folks were having a blast setting off fireworks and dancing and playing games and all kinds of things, and she was quietly taking it all in. And then one person materialized from the crowd, came over to her, and offered a drink. After that, they sat and talked a while, and ended up joining other folks running around and playing games, enjoying the fireworks and festivities til the event ended.

They both had so much fun that they ended up sticking together afterwards, and a new friend was made: Aquafinity!

They wandered kinda a bit nomadically for a little while, trying to find a good spot for a new base, and eventually Aqua ended up meeting another couple of folks that were looking for a spot to stay, and who were willing to join up with a group. Safety in numbers and all that. Aqua introduced Firemite and Razormane to Tyr, and thus the quartet was made.

And it’s great! They were able to make a neat little underground base together, and now she’s not alone, and everyone is nice, and it’s great. It’s great.

It’s just that… she’s never felt so useless before.

Firemite is amazing at mining- he brings in the most materials from a caving trip out of any of them, and he’s always eerily good at sensing nearby threats. Razormane is the best out of all of them with a sword and is fantastic at pvp and keeping them all safe. Aquafinity is able to establish good communications with those around them, even scoring a few good trades here and there between groups, and he’s the best mapper they’ve got because he’s always able to find his way back home without a fuss.

Tyratone… can’t really do any of that. Sure, she technically could, but her sight doesn’t hold a candle to Fire’s hearing, which might as well be better sight honestly, and her pvp skills are godawful, and she’s too socially awkward to trust herself to try negotiating and she got lost one too many times trying to map places out before. What can she even do? She has a small indoor farm that she collects by hand (she doesn’t know redstone- tried learning once and it went disastrously), and she has a family of cats she takes care of, and while it’s nice it’s not really helpful. She can try tagging along with one of the guys when they go to do something, and the company’s always good, but she never really feels like she’s contributing, and it really weighs on her. She likes her friends, and she would do anything in the world to be able to feel like she’s not dragging them down.

She would do anything in the world to not feel like they may decide at any time that she’s more deadweight than she’s worth.

Story idea:

I'm thinking for her! She tries to do something really really not smart to try to prove herself. Maybe she tries going to the deep dark, since she knows it's something that Firemite stays away from! And if Fire can't do it, maybe she can be useful and that can be the thing she does! She can go in the deep dark! This would of course go terribly wrong, possibly resulting in her getting infected with sculk because i reblogged a poll about characters getting infected a while ago and i want to do something with that idea. Because this can also!!! Go into Fire's story as well!!!! But her takeaway from the whole thing would, i think, be that she doesn't really have to prove herself. The group's gonna stay with her regardless, so the only person she was having to convince the whole time was herself, and she's gotta accept that she is enough as she is, and she doesn't have to try to be someone else or be better than someone else.

But i defo wanna play around with that idea because i am, at my core, someone that loves throwing angst onto my ocs, and sculk infection is a perfect way for there to be lots of angst for all four ocs in this crew :V

Debating on whether i'd want her to come out of it perfectly ok, or if she permanently has sculk in her system (possibly leaning on one of the sculk-related origins out there? possibly making up my own stuff for it) :3c i think it'd be very fun to explore either way

Her helsmet

Eventually, all of her self-esteem stuff gets to her enough that she spawns a hels counterpart- one that is super useful, and one that will do whatever she needs to in order to stay useful. Will it put her in danger? Hey, if she goes down, at least she goes down doing something. She doesn’t stay still, and she can’t hardly rest- unless in resting she’s helping someone for a job, of course. But she’s gotta be doing, constantly, all the time, or else she’s useless. Slow down and enjoy life? Nah, she’s got places to be, and too much to do.

She knows the lava lakes of hels like the back of her hand and can traverse them easily. After all, she’s a Strider. Makes it real easy for her to get around, and ironically enough, traversing lava lakes is safer than walking on land to get anywhere. She’s had to outrun ghasts a few times, but they’re really the only threat out here! So she has a job running around resource gathering for folks- and over time slowly ends up taking on more things, too: helping someone set up shop for the day, running errands for another, heck, sometimes she plays messenger. As long as she gets paid and knows that she’s putting in her effort to be worth the time she’s taking up by simply existing.

(ft. @doyouknowthemossinman's eight!)

She’s not against making friends doing so- as a matter of fact, making friends helps! The more people that she’s friendly with are the more people that have a higher opinion of her and are more likely to recommend her to anyone else that may need her help. Friendship establishes trustworthiness, too, which makes it even more likely that whoever she’s recommended to would actually choose her for the job.

She keeps the name Tyratone, as she views herself as the better Tyratone of the two, since she’s at least pulling her weight.

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Minecraft OC Lore Final One!!!!!!

And it's the guy!!!!! my guy!!!! i'm shaking him like a ragdoll!!!!! raugh!!!!

Razormane

Razormane’s existence has been… well, it’s been.

As part Blaze, he was more comfortable in the Nether than in the Overworld, and the Nether always felt like home to him. But… there was something about the Overworld that he was too intrigued by to stay in the warmth of the Nether. Rain in particular fascinated him. He loved it, loved the concept of it, loved how muted it made everything, loved the sound of it. Of course, he couldn’t ever let it touch him, or else it’d sting something awful, but that fact may honestly have made it even more appealing to him.

There were also so many more variants of Players up in the Overworld- not many that weren’t naturally fire-resistant hung around in the Nether very often, so it was usually just the same few types of folks around down there. But up here? There was so much diversity, so many more people to see, so much more civilization. And ease of travel? Please. He’d take horseback riding up a mountain over slowly chugging through lava lakes any day.

He also has dreams, and occasionally, visions. He doesn’t really know what to make of them, but they always center around him. Sometimes they’re harmless, sometimes they’re terrifying, but they always, always feel real. He can feel temperature, feel pain, feel hunger, feel textures of touch. He’s heard other people talk about dreams they’ve had, but all of them usually have some sort of variance. Some sort of change of protagonist. All of his are clearly himself. Sometimes he’s not a Blazeborn, but that’s the only difference he’s ever noticed. He hasn’t really talked to anybody about them, because he’s not sure what anybody else would think about it. Sometimes they’re dreams, sometimes it’s a passing moment when he’s awake- he blinks and suddenly thinks he’d been somewhere else, doing something else.

It’s weird, but he doesn’t really know what to make of it, nor of the common faces that pop up in these weird dreams that he’s never seen before in his life.

Putting that aside, Razor wasn’t a particularly solitary sort- he may be introverted, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want company. Solo style just wasn’t for him, he soon found. Too much alone time weighed on him after a while, so he sought out groups. He bounced around for a bit, liking some people but not really finding his people, until he finally joined a group of five others. He clicked with them, and it was instant. They pulled out humor in him he didn’t even realize he had, and they were an unstoppable force when it came to PvP. Nobody messed with them.

Or, at least, it seemed like they were unstoppable. That perception came crashing down one day when they were attacked while out traveling, by a bigger group that took delight in absolutely trouncing his crew. He was the first one killed, thoroughly outmatched by his opponent.

It was a messy respawn- their base had to have been raided, because their beds were gone and Razor found himself back in the Nether. He ran back to the Overworld as fast as he could, but nobody was waiting for him at world spawn, and when he got back to their base, it was absolutely wrecked. No beds, no chests, and rooms were mined out to even get anything stashed in the walls and floors. And it was empty. He tried messaging the others, but didn’t get any responses. He stayed there, for a little bit, a tad lost. Nobody ever showed back up, and nobody ever messaged him back. He didn’t know what happened. He started back to world spawn, hoping maybe he’d run into someone on their way back to the base.

He made it all the way back without running into any familiar faces.

He stayed alone for a bit, after that.

He took time to really hone his combat skills, mostly on mobs, since he didn’t stick around a lot of other players. He didn’t keep one singular base, instead traveling around, choosing not to put roots down.

Of course, the solitary confinement started to get to him again.

He almost begrudgingly joined another group, this one bigger than the last, after one of the members invited him when they met in a town. This group was nice, they had fun, and they- more importantly- provided some good PvP training. He learned they were fairly lax, as well. They didn’t care as much about reputation as his previous crew had. They didn’t care to establish themselves as a Force to be reckoned with, garnering attention. They just simply lived, and had fun doing it. He was careful not to let himself get attached, though. Who knew what might happen to trigger them all disappearing again? He trained hard, to the point where it was what the group knew him for, to make sure that should his new group fall under attack, he wouldn’t be the reason they’d vanish.

And then one day, his world up-ended.

He was out by himself, gathering miscellaneous supplies while taking a bit of alone time (the large group did get to be too much at times), and it started raining on him. He ran for a nearby cave for shelter and ran into someone else that had taken shelter- someone familiar. It took him several minutes to place where he recognized him from; they’d been talking and introducing themselves to each other since they were stuck together for a bit when it hit him. He recognized him from his dreams. This new person who introduced himself with a name he’d already heard before- Firemite- was one of the recurring people in his weird vision dreams.

Razor went caving with him for a bit, half-wondering if he was in another dream. But he wasn’t- it lasted way too long to be one of his visions, and his visions usually were disjointed with that he’d been doing, and this made too much sense.

When they left the cave- the rain having let up- Razor went ahead and invited Fire to join in his group, since he’d learned Fire was currently alone. Fire agreed, and Razor introduced him to everyone else. And it stayed that way for a couple months, until the inevitable happened, and the group split.

There wasn’t any big fight, there wasn’t any sort of drama between members; everybody just kinda decided they wanted to do other things, and as they realized enough of them wanted to, they all figured it would be better to just split before anything did happen.

Most folks went off by themselves, but Razor stuck with Fire. The reason he gave was that it’d be better to be with someone than alone, but really, he was curious about why Fire was one of the recurring faces he’d seen before he ever even met him. It also raised questions about other recurring faces- were they actually real people, too? Would he eventually meet them as well?

The answer turned out to be yes, and much sooner than Razor could’ve guessed.

Only a couple weeks later, another face showed up- Aquafinity, alone on a scouting trip. Upon finding the two, he offered for them to join up, to which Razor readily agreed, and the two became three, then four as Aqua introduced them to his current teammate: the third face, Tyratone.

She was the last of the three that Razor regularly saw, and now that he was with them- well. Now what? He supposed he’d just stick with them and try to protect them as best he could. Wasn’t like he was going to get any answers from his disjointed vision dreams.

The unfortunate thing about him having seen these people before, and therefore deciding they must be important and that they should be protected, was that he got very attached to them all very quickly, which was something he wanted to avoid. He didn’t want a repeat of the first group, and the feeling that that left him with afterwards that even tainted the last group’s parting. So he continues training, and tries to mentally prepare himself for when the inevitable happens again, and remind himself that nothing lasts forever, no matter how important these people may be or how long he’s able to put it off by protecting them.

Story idea

so his story i've got bouncing around in my brain is in direct homage to my teenager self and all of the stories she was cooking up, cringe and all <3 his visions and dreams are flashes of other worlds he's in, and for that moment, he is experiencing that world's razor's life! this does mean he experiences some... not great things through these as well tho. one of the stories i'd originally written with him involved him and tyratone and herobrine, and while i'm never posting those original writings here, i am pulling from it for this razor's story!

this is going to take a lot of explanation oh boy

in the original, he and tyr were people pulled into the game (ala sword art online) and herobrine is a ghosty entity that has attached itself to the game's code and has gotten very quirky over the years. he goes after the two players because he can. in summation, this results in tyratone dying, razor's character avatar losing his right arm (this was written before you could use your left in-game for literally anything), and a big grand battle at the end of it in which tyratone sticks around as a ghost and is able to take herobrine's place as the resident attached to the code and send razor back home. unbeknownst to the both of them tho herobrine is still around, just very scattered and sequestered away amongst coding, slowly pulling himself back together as time passes.

i haven't figured out exactly how, but i do think razor's visions leave very trace effects on the worlds he's viewing. not enough to change how their stories go, but enough that a being that has a bit of meta knowledge and shenaniganry, i.e. herobrine, may realize that something is going on. of course this doesn't happen til after that razor and tyr's story is over, because i don't want it to change things there, but herobrine pokes around with how these weird blips messed with the code of the game, and how these weird blips pulled on things and stretched on things, ever so slightly. He's able to eventually figure out how to follow those blips back.

And so razor, who's had visions of this guy with white eyes killing tyratone and taking his arm off, gets to meet herobrine in person when he shenanigans his way to the source of the weird blips that he was feeling :)

however ☝️ this is not a world in which razor and tyr are alone just the two of them. nor is this a world in which minecraft is simply a computer game. here, herobrine loses access to any sort of code, meaning he is simply a soul.

and firemite has, at this point, gotten himself considerably more comfortable with the fact that he is a warden. and, well. wardens and souls do not get along much do they.

i honestly feel like this story is probably the last one of the four to take place :V it may be a sort of culmination of everybody's efforts that get rid of the threat in some form or other, because i don't quite have this ending fully figured out yet. i'm toying with fire trying to absorb this lost soul, or maybe they try to figure out a way to harness razor's universe-hopping abilities to send him back, or some culmination of both!

nobody dies in this one, and razor gets to keep his friends and talk to them about his visions and such :V

essentially The Universe, who said I love you because you are love, does what it can to bring these four together in any world that they coexist, because they are meant to be together. They balance each other, and they perfect each other, and they teach each other how to love others, and how to love themselves. If Razor had not had the visions he'd had, they would have stayed separated in this world, and would not have faced the challenges they faced that helped them to grow in the way that they did.

...or something along those lines!

His hels

Razormane's helsmit is a coliseum fighter that is honestly content to stay in the lower brackets. He may be skilled enough to move up, but he doesn't care to try, because that means looking for a sponsor, and that means putting in more effort and for why. They're all just gonna be names on a wall at the end of everything at best, unless you're the Champion, which haha he knows he's not anywhere near good enough to try for that.

This is where Aqua's helsmit comes in, and where even as helsmits, two of the four still manage to find each other.

I've mentioned before that Aqua's hels decides he needs to be a sponsor for a fighter in the arena- gather more renown for himself, because if you're a sponsor, then you must be someone important. He comes in at a bad time, because there isn't really anybody looking for a sponsor at the moment, but he's pointed towards someone that has the skills to move up, but doesn't have the drive to do so yet. Maybe having a sponsor will give him the push he needs.

Player aqua feels inadequate to razor in particular, since razor's sorta ended up the group's unofficial leader. So his hels taking an almost authoritative position (or atl that's how he interprets it) over razor's hels? 👌

Well, so we have our depressed fighter who's skilled but doesn't see the point in anything because why bother when it will mean nothing in the end, and then he gets a sponsorship, and oh shoot, now I like. Actually Need To Try. this guy's giving me money to try. i'm now obligated to try, even if i still think he's wasting his money in the end.

aqua inadvertently ends up forcing razor to see how much people like him and how much he can brighten people's days, and isn't that really all that matters is that even if we've limited time, we enjoy the time we have? (If people like you they bet more money on you and we can make more money on your appearances in tournaments and bc I'm your sponsor more people will know my name and see what a great job I've done bringing you up from the pit you were content to lie down and die in but you don't need to know that)

Ironically, aqua ends up getting razor to see that even small things can be important, and maybe his existence isn't something that should be allowed to be brushed off in the end. Maybe people do pay more attention to aqua after that, but razor does, too. He enjoys what he does now, and it's thanks to aqua. He thinks he might want to see aqua succeed at what he's doing, too. (He's not an idiot, of course it would be about money. But motive doesn't change the fact of what he's done, because now he can see that he's not wasting time, he's providing a service that makes others' time enjoyable, and maybe he'll even be remembered when he's gone. Maybe he can make aqua actually believe that, too.)

And then aqua suddenly starts changing, and starts showing signs of the universe's unrelenting unfairness faster than razor feels like he's seen in others, and it becomes more apparent that aqua's time is a lot closer than either of them thought it would be, and razor has to face what actually spawned him in the first place

And razor chooses to carve aqua's name, and he becomes his own

at that point, I think he decides that it's ok if he takes on his own name, to differentiate himself, because his own time matters too. he's not just a shadow of Player razor anymore. he may be doomed to go back, but he's going to make a difference before he does. his name in the coliseum is raze, bc when he first started it was suggested to him since razormane was a bit long and y'know raze sounds kinda cool, like. you're all fire, you raze your opponents to the ground, yeah? he went along with it bc it didn't matter. now tho? he takes that name on as his own. he names himself Raze, and makes sure aqua is remembered when the universe takes him, and makes sure to take time to be with the people around him.

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Minecraft OC ramblings 2!!

This time featuring the boy!!!:

Firemite

Firemite has been on his own for a while. He would find people, and they’d like him, but whether at first or after time passed, they’d be too uncomfortable with his sculk and how much they liked him stopped mattering. People would outright leave, or start finding reasons to back out of conversations, would stop looking at him, anything and everything. Which, considering how sculk works and what Full, Real Wardens are, makes sense, he supposes, but it doesn’t help it hurt any less whenever it happens. He tries to offset it by being as cheerful and friendly as he can possibly be, to try to put off any unease people might have.

Half of his face looks like sculk to the point where his entire right eye is a teal-flecked abyss? No problem, he just covers it with his hair! He shaves his horns down as far as he can before it gets too grating and starts hurting, and has worked for years to suppress any instinctual sculk-y noises that he can. So nobody has to worry about being around him! It’s hardly like he’s any sort of Warden at all! It’s just a little sculk on him, don’t mind the awkwardly still-obvious horns and the noises that still slip out sometimes. He hardly even gets mad at anybody, he’s so kind and friendly and happy, he wouldn’t hurt a fly! He’s not going to infect anybody, don’t worry!

Folks tolerate him enough to interact with him, but nobody ever stays.

Razormane’s the first that’s stuck with him this long. Firemite expects it’s because of Razor’s more closed-off nature- he tends to be pretty good about minding his own business. Which is good, because he’s yet to voice any questions about Fire’s origins and Fire doesn’t intend on bringing it up unless he absolutely has to.

They found each other by way of happening to book it to the same cave during a sudden downpour. Razor can’t be out in the rain for long- it irritates his skin too much- and Fire just didn’t want to deal with being wet at all, really. The two ended up caving together for a bit, and at the end of it, Razor invited Fire to join the group he was with.

Always the forced optimist, Fire accepted, and the next couple months were a rarity, spent in company of folks that really brought out Fire’s happiness- jokes and laughter were common amongst everyone there, even pulling the quiet Razor into it.

And then one day, they’d apparently had their fill. Some of them wanted to go wander, some of them wanted to settle down in different places, some wanted a change of scenery. Nothing happened, everybody ended up deciding to leave on their own and nobody left on bad terms. But Fire couldn’t help but feel like he’d been found out. Like he’d overstayed his welcome, and nobody wanted to stay around a Warden for fear of infection.

Razor was the only one of the group of ten that apparently decided he had nowhere better to be, and stuck with Fire because “two would survive better than one, right?”

They were on their own for a couple weeks, before running into Aquafinity when he was apparently out scouting, and he invited them to join up. Razor didn’t seem to have any issues with it, and Fire, despite his personal misgivings, made himself the friendly optimist once again and cheerfully accepted.

Once the group of four settles down, he does what he can to contribute. Mining is his specialty- navigating through darkness is second-nature to him, and he’s able to “see” further ahead by the sounds of himself and of mobs than others can actually see, and he quickly establishes himself as the underground resource grinder. Besides, being underground means he’s hiding himself from the others, and he doesn’t have to suppress anything when he’s by himself. He just… has to make sure he’s back in his restrained mindset whenever he returns to the surface.If he can help it, though, he stays away from the deep dark. He can hear so much more down there, and he can feel so much there, to the point that it’s overwhelming. He’s been stranded once before, fighting against all of his instincts that wanted him to stay and guard and hunt and kill, that it took him literal hours to mentally untangle himself from it and get out. He shudders to think what would happen if he got stuck in one again, and what would happen if any of the other three came looking for him and found him stuck like that, let alone if he lost the fight and attacked. There’d be no denying what he is then, how un-human he really is, how much of a monster he knows he can really be. They’d look at him and speak about him with the same fear he’s seen and heard in so many others, and he’ll be alone again.

Story idea

obv his story's gonna be confronting that warden part of himself and deciding whether that's who he wants to be or not! if i go with the idea i had for tyr's story, which i think i will, then having her get infected bc she tried going into the deep dark and things went horribly wrong, he's gonna have to face everything sculk about himself through it.

Of course the obvious question is can he do anything about it? i think a very fun answer would be yes, but only by infecting her with his own sculk and overpowering the other stuff, which. would still leave her infected. but it's ok haha he can keep it at bay so she doesn't get taken over by it because its his sculk and hes its warden and he can just. keep her from becoming a full on warden isn't that fun and not at all messed up haha. other possibilities include yes he can, because all sculk is the same but in order to do so he has to embrace the warden and sculk aspects of himself, even if it scares the others off. which now that i type that out i think i do like that better.

and!!! at the end of it? hey, his friends are still his friends! they still think he's cool! he didn't scare anybody off this time! it's another self-love story, he has to learn to accept all of himself as himself! think kinda like celeste :V

he also has to, which would be a more over-time breaking habits kinda thing, once all the big hubbub is over with, learn to not suppress emotions anymore and be ok with not presenting himself as such a happy-go-lucky guy all the time. it's ok to be sad sometimes. or mad. it doesn't define him.

which all of his newfound self-assuredness would come into play later on in the more razor-centric story too i think :3c

His hels

He has a hels counterpart, and it’s an old one. His hels sticks to himself, but very much doesn’t want to. He wants friends, he wants companions, but feels like he scares them all away. He’s much more obviously Warden in appearance than Fire himself is, having barely any unmarked skin showing. What little there is disappears entirely whenever he gets worked up in any fashion. Both of his hels’ eyes are sculked, and he’s extremely territorial around his neighborhood. He will shriek and he will roar and he will make you think he’s going to devour your soul right out of your body and then he’s going to go home and cry about how scary he made himself seem because he’s lost another chance at a friend.

He’s a very lonely sort.

And he’s exactly the picture that Firemite has built up in his head of how people must see him and what he doesn’t want to be seen as- how much more monster than person he’s sure folks think he is, and all of the negative feelings that come from it. He wants to be happy and friendly and go-lucky and welcoming, and his hels is none of it. His hels is everything he’s afraid to be.

This hels does eventually get taken by the universe, once Firemite starts accepting himself as himself, fully and truly and wholly.

[yayforocs]

felt awkward to tack this on the prev post so i'm,.,,,,,,,,, here

but!! i'm not just gonna like Make An OC and then only ever have one drawing and a small blurb about them and then just never acknowledge them again, no!! i gotta properly doodle and figure things about about the character and Make Them A Proper Character!!! so i doodled more of aron's helsmet :VVV

and then also. wrote about aron's helsmet. to feel out the character and explore around how she and her person interact with and feel about each other :VVVVV

Posting the one-shot under the cut!!!

It had been a good hour and a half of solid work when the redstoner, hunched over a worktable with bits and bobs in hand, realized she didn't have enough redstone to finish what she'd wanted to get done for the day. She bit back an irritated sigh, and opted to check the drawers under her work table. None there, just like there was none in her backup storage on the other side of the room, just like there was none in her inventory. She let the sigh loose as she slumped into her chair, and ran her hand down her face. Her eyes glanced to the project currently taking up her free time: while right now it was a mess of metal and circuitry, one day it was going to be a pair of glider wings. Gods and saints knew she wasn't ever going to get her hands on any elytra or her counterpart's wings, so she knew she'd have to make them on her own if she wanted them. This did mean, however, a visit that she didn't want to bother with, ever, preferably. But she couldn't afford to pay anyone else to make any sort of supply runs for her, and wasn't sure she'd even want to anyway- she felt ripped off last time she'd tried that.

Resigned, she pushed herself up to standing, and started rummaging around in her chests for supplies. Pickaxes, armor, torches, sword, anything she needed for a run. Several minutes later, she stood with a ready inventory in the middle of the room, hands on her hips as she let her eyes wander over everything. ...And keep wandering over everything.

Hels help her, she did not want to go.

But she rolled her eyes at her own stupid procrastination, and looked to the nearest light source- currently her lamp on the desk- and focused. And briefly, inexplicably, she felt traces of warmth on her skin as from the sun, and could swear a faint breeze barely rustled her hair as she caught a slight whiff of something fresh and green and growing. Trees. A forest.

Better put her armor on first, then. Feather falling would only help so much, but better than nothing. And besides, her other's competence in flying would be enough to keep them from crashing too hard, she was confident in that much. She buckled the boots on with a grim smirk.

At least she'd get to have fun with it.

Enchantment on, she again focused on the light, mentally preparing to act fast as soon as she was over. The light, and slowly, everything else in the room, fuzzed into white as she tipped over the precipice of spatial travel, and went into freefall. Her stomach flipped as new surroundings blinked into view, namely open sky, and her hand shot out and grabbed at the green blur in her peripheral.

"Ack-!"

She'd caught hold, and the two spun out.

"What are-?!"

The world somehow righted, and she silently gripped the harness strap she'd managed to nab as they awkwardly stilted through the trees down to the ground. It wasn't as hard of a landing as she'd hoped- they still both stumbled around each other and ended up on their knees at the end of it- but she'd take what she could get.

"What was that for?" her other, Aron, asked, breathless.

She didn't answer, instead looking around at their surroundings. Should be something decent nearby. She set off in a direction.

"Hey, wait wait wait-!" Aron called, jogging to catch up. "Nice to see you, too," she said sarcastically, and was again met with silence. It stuck for a second or two before Aron started again. "Really, though, like- I could feel when you were about to- I can get down to the ground before you do that, probably, just like- can you wait next time, maybe?"

"I know you can," she responded, but otherwise didn't answer.

Aron made a flabbergasted noise. "Then why- we could've both been hurt! Or respawned!"

She just shrugged.

There was the start of a reply behind her, and then it cut off with a sigh.

They walked in silence for a second.

"...So what are you doing?"

"Why d'you need to know?"

"I dunno, it's- I mean, if- I could help you with something."

She'd just tried to- why would- ugh. This was why she didn't like her. Always tried to kiss up to everyone.

Or kiss up to her, at least. Absolutely useless gesture.

"I'm gettin’ materials, if you really have to know. And no, I don't need you to come with. What part of I Tried To Take Us Both Out Of The Sky made you think I'd want help?"

The steps behind her stopped, and she relaxed a little- but then they started up again.

"Well, it's- it's just dangerous in the caves and such by yourself, so... You prob'ly should have help, y'know? Besides, I uh... I was going to get materials, too."

Great.

Perfect.

Wonderful.

...And yet, she had to acknowledge one of Aron's points. Caving was dangerous on your own, particularly when you were still unaccustomed to all of the dangers this world was only too keen to provide. Having a second person... could be useful, she supposed.

She sighed.

"Fine. Anything happens to me, I'm gonna blame you."

“Ok! Um, that- that works, you can do that. Uh… the cave I was gonna go to was over there.” She assumed Aron pointed, and a glance back showed she did, off to the left. “I’d marked it the other day, but I never went in to check it out properly. We could…?”

Well, it’d be quicker than trying to find one on her own. She pivoted, and quietly snerked when Aron just about ran into her.

She heard Aron take in a breath, but didn’t find out if she was going to comment on the pivot or the laugh because she apparently thought better of it and didn't say anything at all.

—-----

Surprisingly, Aron was fairly quiet for the trip to the cave- and even when they arrived, she was still quiet aside from the occasional callout- she needed the coal here, the iron over there would be good, she’ll grab this gravel real quick to try for flint later. It was something she reciprocated, if only for sake of not losing each other.

It was… weird.

And nice.

It almost felt like she was alone, really, but without the worries of having to constantly watch her back. She kept an eye on the front, and Aron faithfully kept up the rear.

At one point, they found a huge dripstone cavern. Even upon first glance it was clear there was a lot of loot to be had- and mobs to clear out. Aron provided a water bucket for a safe decent.

She noticed Aron didn’t use her wings to get down, instead going down the water after her.

She wasn’t sure whether she was insulted or not.

“If you don’t mind me asking, um- what’re you getting materials for?”

And there it was. Asked with the worst timing, as well, because they were reaching the bottom.

So all she answered with was, “Mobs,” and pulled her sword and shield out, to which Aron awkwardly conceded and pulled out her own weapon.

The blessed lack of conversation resumed as they circled out from their drop point, throwing down torches and clearing out what they could.

But no good thing lasts forever, and when no mobs were in sight, Aron brought it up again.

“So- since they’re all gone, what uh- what’re the materials for?”

“I’m makin’ a giant bomb to drop off at your base next time I visit.”

“I- sorry, what?” Aron squeaked, and she rolled her eyes.

“Bein’ facetious. It’s a personal project. Not for you.”

“...Oh.”

Silence, only broken by a faint skeleton’s clatter that was too far off to bother with. She spotted some iron and opened her mouth to call it, but Aron spoke first.

“Oh, hey, uh- there’s some uh- there’s some gold up there.” Aron pointed to a crevice, and they both set off towards it. She’d get the iron after.

“...Um, also, I know you don’t want- me to call you… my name.” Oh hels, this again. “But it’s… kinda weird to just like- ‘hey’ at you, y’know? Um. Is there anything that uh… you’d like to be called?”

Truth be told, this was something that’d stuck with her the last time they’d had this discussion and though, at the time, she gave no answer at all and made sure to be plenty rude about it, she’d mulled it over a bit. Eventually, she did come up with something, though it was a tad on-the-nose.

It was just Aron in reverse. Nora. Simple, but it seemed fitting, all things considered.

But she didn’t want Aron to ever call her that, let alone call her any sort of consistent name ever, so she didn’t say anything about wanting to be called Nora.

“No.”

“Like… not even a nickname, or anything…?”

“Nah. Keep ‘hey’ing me all you want. Or… um- something. Don’t call me anything. No names.” Nora reached the gold first. Aron let her have them, apparently stumped by her answer. Or stunned, either way. “Saw some iron back there,” she said after grabbing the grand total of two pieces of gold ore, and started back towards it without checking if she was being followed. The footsteps behind her told her she didn’t need to. As she walked, she looked to the side- and down. There was a whole other level to the cavern below them, and she was already attempting to take stock of what there was down there. It was really dark, so she couldn’t hardly see anything, but she thought she might could make out some redstone in the wall closer to the top.

Finally.

Clattering bones sounded again suddenly, much closer than they had been before, and she turned just in time to get an arrow to her shoulder. She gasped, hand darting to it as she stumbled back from the hit- and then all air escaped her lungs as she slipped right off the edge and plummeted. Air whistled past her ears as she somehow managed to wriggle herself to face the ground, desperately trying to get her water bucket out despite the fact that she’d never actually had to clutch before and didn’t even know if she could but she was falling too fast and couldn’t wrestle the darn thing out in time and

She jerked as her momentum was suddenly swooped to the side. Nora wheezed, the pull stretching her coveralls tight against her throat, but as they slowed to a stop in the near pitch-black, she decided she did at least prefer that to dying and having to come back again later. Aron settled them against the ground smoothly, making sure Nora was on her feet before clicking her wings back into place.

“Are you-” Groans started filling the cavern. “Right-! Right, shelter first, right yes, um-” Nora screwed her eyes shut as Aron threw a torch down, the light blinding on eyes that had been attempting to adjust. “UhhHH over here!” Aron grabbed at Nora’s wrist, but she jerked it away. Aron halted awkwardly, and glanced up, making eye contact.

Nora couldn’t even come up with anything to say, and upon realizing she didn’t have time to anyways, shouldered past Aron (on her good side, of course) and stalked towards the wall behind her. Probably, hopefully, where Aron had been planning on going anyway. She pulled out a pickaxe and slammed it into the wall, biting back a yelp as it jarred her hurt shoulder. Once her other joined her they made quick work of digging out an alcove and quickly dropping materials in front to block them in. This time, Nora already had her eyes shut when Aron stuck a torch down in the small space. Eyes still closed, she leaned back against the wall, this time wincing, and slid down it, a now emptied hand going back to her shoulder. The arrow was still in it.

“Do you need-”

“I don’t have any potions on me.”

“-Ah. I think I do, um…” Aron started digging in her bag, and after a second, triumphantly pulled out two. “Ah! I do! Um, here, I can-”

“Just give it,” Nora hissed, jerking forwards and snatching one out of Aron’s hand- and Aron flinched back, breath hitching for just a moment. Nora purposefully wasn’t looking at her, and wasn’t watching out of the corner of her eye as she tried to tear the cork out with her teeth, and definitely didn’t notice the solid second it took for Aron’s shoulders to- possibly forcefully- relax.

Except she definitely was and did, and puffed out a breath through her nose at Aron’s reaction. Good. She needed to keep Aron on her toes anyway. Or something like that.

If only the stupid bottle would-

“Um. …here,” Aron said quietly, holding out the other bottle. She’d already pulled the cork out. Nora paused, fixing her eyes on the bottle. After a second, she put the one she’d been wrestling one-handed in her pocket and took the offered one. And then promptly downed it, and before she could second-guess what she was doing, she grabbed the arrow and yanked it out as hard as she could- and it hurt.

But she wasn’t going to cry- not here, not in front of Aron, not while the healing potion was already making her want to scratch her whole shoulder clean off, not while she was gripping it in iron fingers with eyes scrunched and teeth bared and backed against the wall.

And then it was over, and she was fine.

She was fine.

Slowly, she took a breath, and then another, eyes still shut, head tilting back against the wall.

She didn’t want to have to acknowledge literally anything that happened in the past two minutes.

She didn’t want to acknowledge how stupid it had been to walk that close to the edge, didn’t want to acknowledge Aron swooping in, didn’t want to acknowledge the potions, Aron's reaction, none of it. At all.

Aron probably wouldn’t let her not acknowledge it in some form or fashion, but she still had the two of them sit in silence for as long as Aron could stand it.

…Which turned out to be a lot longer than Nora thought it would be. The silence stretched on, slowly becoming thick with awkward air that apparently neither wanted to address.

“Oh.”

Nora glanced up at the hushed statement. Aron was staring at the wall. Nora’s eyes followed the line of sight.

Embedded in the wall right above her head was redstone ore.

“Oh,” she echoed.

They stared at the redstone.

And then with a sigh, Nora pushed herself up, and then pulled her pickaxe out.

It turned out to be a decent-sized vein. Still not as much as she wanted, but at least it was something to work with. She could pull out now if she wanted to.

She glanced back at the torch.

…She didn’t want to have to come back for a while. She took in a breath, and looked over at Aron.

“I need more.”

Aron nodded, and then pushed herself up as well. After a moment, they broke the wall down and began clearing out mobs.

—-----

Too much time passed before Nora blinked back into her home. Aron had tried to say a goodbye once she realized Nora was leaving, though she hadn’t managed to get it out quick enough. But it was enough that Nora could tell what she was trying to say.

She wandered into her workroom, and looked around.

Despite her looking at everything in the room, she wasn’t really seeing it all, almost looking past the room as her mind sat and dwelled.

She really shouldn’t have accepted the help in the first place. She knew it was good that she did, in the end, and she knew she would have been in a lot worse of a spot if she hadn’t, and things would have been a lot more frustrating in different ways, but.

No matter how much she tried.

No matter how much she tried, Aron still tried harder. And it was so frustrating, because it was working.

Everything, everything- from the open lack of hostility despite everything Nora threw at her or didn’t, despite Nora trying to take them both down from the get-go, despite the words and the pushing and the anger- Aron still tried.

And the kicker was that it was genuine. Aron could be a tad idiotic going about it, but the genuine friendly intent was still there.

Nora inhaled for a long second, and then released slowly.

She walked to her desk, and pulled redstone out of her inventory, then paused when something shifted against her leg.

Her hand dug in her pocket, and pulled out the other health potion.

…This was why she didn’t like her.

Because even though she grabbed her mid-flight, she knew they wouldn’t crash.

Because even though she was rude, Aron wanted to help.

Because even though she shouldn’t, Aron wanted a name to call her by.

Because even though the universe pitted them against each other, Aron cared too much to let her fall.

Because even if their positions were swapped, Nora would have done the same.

Because even though Aron startling was good, she still felt guilty about scaring her.

She didn't like her because no matter how hard she tried not to, she did anyway.

Nora stared at the health potion.

She put it down.

She took a breath.

She got to work.

[stressed-sock]

introducing my helsmit (also rns kinda) oc: glove!

as a hels for my sona sock haha get it (sweats as i realize i haven't done a thing about my actual sona yet oops)

anywho glove goes by they/them pronouns, ig they run a pawnshop/thriftshop/lost and found kinda situation? just like a general hoarder of anything and everything on the off chance it's useful

chronic fatigue haver, sleeps a lot but is usually tired anyway, has a small living area above the shop that's almost a nest with the amount of blankets and pillows and stuff in there, loves mushrooms even though i am personally not a huge fan of them (aside from like wood ear- okay i'm getting off track)

the cloak was given to them when they first spawned, from a stranger they have yet to find the identity of, and they are also fond of wearing small trinkets. also also they have horns on account of being some kind of dragon/dragon hybrid, but they're small and dull enough to be hidden in their perpetual bed head :D

in the rns universe (by the very awesome @silverskye13 btw) i think they would've helped/worked with the demon like once or twice cause of a somewhat amicable relationship with their player counterpart and an ability to get some overworld stuff (they'd be absolutely terrified of him though but like it's fiiine lmao)

and that's all i can think of for now!! they are so fun to doodle on my school notes :3

[fakem00n]

not me drawing my sona's helsmit before his actual design. honestly, im really proud of the style i used for this

n e way this is Hawthorn! he's a capitalist (disdainful) and loves to trade with the piglins around hels. two faced twink will kick your teeth in

Time: 12 GODDAMN HOURS // the fucking ribbons. the fucking r i b b o n s