EVEN MORE HUMAN SONIC CHARACTERS
Blaze (INDIAN BC HEHEHEHEH)
And surge and kit

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EVEN MORE HUMAN SONIC CHARACTERS
Blaze (INDIAN BC HEHEHEHEH)
And surge and kit
Attempts at Angel Dust, Husk & Niffty human forms!
I don't know if I'll stick to them YET, but I Anthony kind of looks like the perfect twink and I love him for it ✨✨.
Family : Past, Present.. Future?
it's mermay again! love your tmnt merman au 🧜🏻♂️
Happy Mermay! Time for some Merman Raph/Human Mona Lisa shenanigans!
LATER:
First panel has (left to right) human forms of... Mona Lisa: Shadowpuppetteer — Really wanted to play around with redesigning Mona... Sibylla (the one on the far left) and Goya (the one on the far right): Shadowpuppetteer — hey what do the characters from RotTMNT Venus fan...
Hey it’s been a long time :)
My human-formers
Soundwave, Rodimus, Megatron
Prowl, Jazz, Bee and Starscream (even with little wings)
My Daedric Princes Human Form Headcanons
Over time, my little mind began to picture some of the inhuman daedric princes in human forms. I thought I might share them through headcanons, given that I suuuuuck at drawing humans 😅
Molag Bal
Somehow, it is extraordinarily unsurprising that Molag Bal has a human form. And to the frustration of many, especially for those who hate his guts, he was objectively incredibly good looking.
He is tall, standing at the end of 6/at the beginning of 7 feet, and as such is much taller than the average guy. He enjoys the looks of shock every time he is confronted with a mortal, and feels superior when they are forced to lift their heads to speak to him.
His eyes were still blue, though the glow has retreated to a somewhat normal iris with cat-like pupils. He simply liked the look of that, and quite honestly, the compliments he gets from the ones that are attracted to him boosts his already enormous ego.
His hair is short to mid-length, reaching just far enough for a small braid. He keeps it in many different styles to keep the appeal to mortals -males and females alike - fresh and his most-used ones are open, small bun, skillfully braided, or just a simple ponytail.
He is immensely tuned, his body broad with hard muscles. His skin is heavily scarred and on the pale side, though quickly browns when exposed to the sun.
Being of good physique, he, of course, wants to show it off. This means that the armor he wears is sparsely, showing off as much as possible while simultaneously also providing somewhat of a protection, consisting of a steel-loincloth accompanied by thick leather pants as well as shoulder blades. The rest of his chest and stomach, however, is exposed.
His lovely mace of course still rests at his right hip, attached to a belt that held his loincloth up. It is easy to reach but also very visible, and he enjoyed the immense discomfort once it is spotted by a mere mortal. Oh…if they only knew.
Hermaeus Mora
Hermaeus Mora's human form is certainly unique and may be one of the most recognizable ones that the Daedra ever have taken on.
He has chosen a body of unbelievable height, towering over any sort of mortal by ranging between either 8 or 11 foot, looking down upon every creature that dared to speak to him.
His eyes have stayed the same, though they were now two, surrounded by black lines that only intensify their already natural glow.
His hair is absurdly long, its mist-like strands that always seemed to move as if they were tentacles swirling around him and pooling at his feet, making him appear as if he was dragging darkness itself behind him. Surpassingly, he does occasionally braid it into an elegant, single braid, doing so when he moved through difficult terrain where the strands were more of annoyance than anything else.
His pale skin is littered with shifting tattoos that appear to be words, changing with every breath he takes. They were barely visible in light, but they glow once he stands in the dark, making it impossible to miss when he wants to be seen.
He is wearing a long, black robe that covers his entire body, his hands mostly hidden in the long sleeves that cover them. A hood is resting on his upper back, used when it is raining or snowing. If is wearing any sort of footwear is unknown.
Hermaeus Mora is also hiding a weapon within the folds of fabric. Two long blades half as long as his height, covered snuggly by cloth as they rest either on his back or on his hips. They are quickly reached, led by an experienced hand that does not only possess wisdom but also strength and have caused the death of many people...
Mehrunes Dagon
Mehrunes Dagon is maybe one of the more unlikely ones to have a human form, but surprisingly, he does have one.
He is taller in height, definitely towering above most mortals at the relatively consistent height of 8 feet. He just enjoys watching them squirm when they are forced to lift their head to meet his gaze, aware that should he decide to use violence against them, there is nothing they can do.
His hair is shorter on the front yet long on the back, the latter braided into a thick braid. He does occasionally wear it open, though prefers to restrain it so it would not disturb him in whatever activity he is doing.
His horns are something he wears in the form of a crown resting snugly on the crown of his head, fastened into the strings of his hair so it would not fall during movement.
His body is covered in thick armor, colored red and black to resemble the skin he wears when manifesting into the Daedra form that we all know so well. In colder area, he also has a cape with him that he uses to protect himself from low temperatures. He maybe a Daedra, but committing to a full human illusions came with its own issues, and he found the feeling of being "cold" especially uncomfortable.
His weapons, ironically enough a collection of four, are hidden all around his body, easily reachable for him and yet still perfectly shielded from sight. It still is quite ridiculous to think about when the obvious thread of such set-up is mentally discarded.
Malacath
Malacath rarely ever "lowers himself" to a human form, despite being able to do so. He sees it to be beneath him, preferring the form of an orc much more than the one of a puny human.
However, that does not mean that occasionally, he finds use of what he crafted, mostly doing so to secretly roam through the mortals' realms, taking it in through his own two eyes and by being directly present, fooling the mortals with the belief that he was a mere traveler exploring the world.
He isn't unnaturally tall, ranging within a mortal's reasonable height at 6.1 feet with well-toned skin and fine msucles. He can of course change that, but he does not see a reason to do so. His tallness had stayed the same ever since this manifestation's creation.
He has short, spikey black hair that he keeps in a rather unique style, the tips always facing backwards and slightly tilted upwards. It was an alternate way to have his horns.
When it comes to clothing, he keeps it light. He does wear regular pants and boots with his weapons either strapped to his back or resting at his hip, but when it comes to covering his upper body, he prefers to be free of any bothersome fabric. Only when he is in cold regions, he throws on a coat that is quickly rid when it starts to get on his nerves.
He still wears orc jewelry, refusing to take it off. That was something he was not willing to compromise, no matter the situation.
Peryite
Peryite's human form is...certainly unique and, despite being rarely seen, very recognizable when one does not know what to look for.
He appears as sick and frail, his body a tall but lanky form with grey skin and not an ounce of fat or muscle on his body. From afar, he is easily mistaken for a rough Draugr, a fact that heavily amuses him.
His grey hair is long, thin, and frail, looking as if it was desperately missing the minerals necessary to finally bloom. It is either open or hangs from him in loose, sad braids.
He is wearing thin, rather revealing armor with the majority of his upper body exposed, only his shoulders shielded by shoulder blades that seemed to be made of green dragon scales.
His weapons are strapped to his sides, looking broad and heavy, impossible to wield with such thin, frail arms. However, despite their physical appearance, he is still a master at wielding them when he had to. And he had to do that surprisingly often. Too often for his taste and his patience.
Due to having no fat and muscle and given that his human body is surprisingly sensitive to temperatures, he does not do well in sweltering heat or freezing cold, thus mostly only found in areas with somewhat regulated temperatures. He does have a coat for the latter that is tied around his waste, but it does fairly little to help.