Today we have Kaitlyn as Temperance and The Mouseking as The Devil!
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Today we have Kaitlyn as Temperance and The Mouseking as The Devil!
Day 16 - life in the day of The Mouseking
This has been something I’ve wanted to draw for a long time and I like the simplicity I kept with it.
Here we have the second mouseking from The Nutcracker Prince and The Mouseking. this guy has magic and he uses it well...to Alexander’s horror.
Day 11- meeting the mouseking
whoo boy
i actually put in effort for this one lmao
This is...uh...trauma...for poor ol hanz. I decided to draw the first meeting between the two which coincidentally is when he gets cursed.
Also this was a veeery quick and crappy design for MK...he does change later on it the story, when we see him again. Just when he spooks Hanz he looks like this.
I may or may not have a prologue written for A Game of Mouse and Nutcracker hehe :)
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
I Finished it!!!
My poor boi ain’t gonna know what hits him.
Alexander is just distracted by the shiny magic nut...precious boi...
If Y’all want an explanation of some bits just ping me...Anyone, please, I wanna ramble about him
(Also this is a cover for a fanfic I’m writing for both Wattpad and AO3. It’s The Nutcracker Prince and The Mouseking if ya wanna give it a read)
Nutcracker Month Day 4: The Mouseking
Here is the nasty guy. That red lighting really suites him.
Have a little peek at his introduction from chapter 3! :)
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Something whizzes past the Nutcracker’s shoulder, he only just ducks in time. Whatever it was it shatters behind them. Moving his gaze to the direction the thing came from, leads him to look directly at a massive, rat-like mouse standing proudly on two legs, on top of the armchair by the rug. A large, tattered, greyish tunic covered most of his torso, with a blood red cape pinned on at the shoulders, a bronze, twisted crown sat atop its ugly head, perched between two large ears, one with a gap in it; a sword hung at its side, the mouse’s claws, teeth, and eyes glowed in the light of the embers of the fire. His fur bristled and a deep growl escaped his throat,
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