making oc name color palates with this thing because I’m sick and bored.
seen from China
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Belarus
seen from South Korea
seen from United States
seen from China

seen from Malaysia

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Canada
seen from China
seen from Netherlands

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Netherlands
seen from United States

seen from Indonesia
seen from Germany
making oc name color palates with this thing because I’m sick and bored.
take something from Mr. Masks’ spire
a hand mirror that reflects the room without you in it
a tight full-face mask made of skin. you can’t quite tell what kind.
a lacquered mask in shades of orange and red, made for someone with 2 heads
a glass eye that weeps
a crystal vial of a curator’s blood. whose is it?
a single shard of broken porcelain. it is sharper than porcelain ought to be.
the porcelain mask on the floor, one half intact and the rest smashed to pieces
the certainty that something terrible was done here
a knife with an irrigo blade
the certainty that something terrible has been mostly forgotten but not entirely
the air smells rank, diseased. something is rotting here. memories?
do memories rot?
Sunless Skies: NPCs
Betelgeuse: The Thane-in-Glass
The Tower of Thorns
Mr Suns: What is Burned
Mr Morbid: What is Lost
Mr Masks: What is Hidden
Tell me, my dear, have you never wanted to disappear?
a moodboard for Mr Masks
Mr Suns
Mr Morbid
Mr Masks
made here
the Thane-in-Glass is served by a messenger called the Tower of Thorns. the curators serving the Tower of Thorns are called Mr Suns (hoards astronomy related objects and light, Mr Phantasy’s more experimentally successful counterpart), Mr Morbid (hoards anything related to death), and Mr Masks (hoards disguises and anything related to the concept of hiding one’s true self).