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Worm nap time #art #oc #ocsky

🦉 Probably on hiatus until after Christmas! Love u all this is just the most important family time of the year for me and also i need to find a new apartment so I'm bonus stressed

Morrs is entirely genderfluid (being a changeling and all) and uses any pronouns (except it/its. Totally valid pronouns, she is just not comfortable with them!) I default to he/him because his default appearance is masculine and I myself am most comfortable with he/they.

Please enlighten me as well!

What are you trying to keep from him? Wrong answers only.

Morrìgan and the party ranger Elle have clashing personalities and it's quite memeable

Mornin

"Sorry about your hand being on fire, then. Because that isn't happening." He puts both of his hands behind his back what is he five?

He had no knowledge that he had been created just to die by his father's hand to bring the death and rebirth of the plane. This world was dying. Rot took root in the flora and fauna. The Weeping Pox took lives relentlessly. The sun was bleak for the short time it was out. +

🦉 My backup character for if Morrìgan dies in the campaign is literally who I have dubbed "bill cipher warlock" Warlock in part of a magical pyramid scheme run by, essentially, bill cipher (the "Angel Providence")

Quickly casts create water directly on Bill's hand! "No, I don't think so. I know how a demon pact looks like."

"ɪ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴄ̷ᴏ̷ʀ̷ᴘ̷ꜱ̷ᴇ̷ꜱ̷! ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟ ꜱᴏᴏɴ." | #GravityFallsRP | #RPSKY | #MVRP

He was still frightened, but seemed to note the lack of hostility. His heart was still pounding, regardless. What was it that she could see? That the boy's soul was as patchwork as his body? Overwhelmingly young, but with shards of his previous lives weighing him down. +

"I'd really like that!" he replied after thinking the offer over. He smiled at her; something it looked like perhaps he didn't do often. "I make poultices and salves for them, and a few potions. I've never had a patient complaint!" His patients were all incapable of speech!

He should have never threatened the other when he was clearly no match, but big words made him feel tough. "But then what if I grow attached to your company and you can never get rid of me?" he replied through gritted teeth. Really they weren't in any danger of that happening.

Oh great. More new friends. Pale as a sheet, the changeling steps back, hackles raised, tail fluffed— "W-who are you? Stay back!" Sooner or later his curse was bound to catch unwanted attention.

"Just continuing my god's work. Bring it back to strength. It will grant me strength in turn. The gods are weakened on my plane. I've been tasked with heralding a new era." Big words for a clueless young cleric who doesn't know his gods true intentions.

❝Geez, dude, take it easy we've got plenty of time to figure this out.❞ ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫༺ An Original/Multiverse OC ||#MVRP || ༻ ۪۪۫۫༄ More Info Below [ 💜+ 🔃 ]

It was staying just within his personal bubble. Infuriating. There's a prickly energy radiating off of him. "That's a future thing. I need to become stronger first— but I have more important things to do."

"He keeps showing up at my work! I think he likes bugging me."

Just keep swimming, just keep swimming o_o;; It's clearly getting on his nerves.

Morrìgan just groans.

"No, it's not often... And it's usually warnings. Or advice. Crom looks out for its children— did you say Majora?"

Ignorance is bliss. He continues walking as if he's heard nothing. Maybe if he pretends it doesn't exist it will go away.

"It's a relic of the Harvest God! I was raised to be its Voice... Until I left home, anyways. It allows Crom Cruach to see through me, and it can make decisions. Sometimes it whispers to me at night."

"I'll die if you take it from my person. A slow, painful death. I'd rather you not."

His left eye is missing, replaced by a green crystal, or sometimes he'll use a different prosthetic. The green eye doesn't quite fit right, so he always squints on that side. The line underneath that eye is actually a magic tattoo that can open into an eye shape. It gives him depth perception.

Hm?

"Oh, it's kind of cute actually. Are they friendly?"

"No and I don't want to! I know you're just going to turn something else into one."

"Little spotted ones. I need to make sure they're gaining weight appropriately and mama is getting enough from her food."

"You threatened to turn it into a potion :("

"Are you going to behave? If you behave maybe I'll let you pet some of my patients today. There are puppies."

"Then stop deserving it!" Grumpy cleric!

"I've met a lot of dangerous people," he agreed, taking another sip of soup, "But also a lot of nice people. I hope I can find a place to settle down, soon. Somewhere they could use a healer, even if I'm an amateur. Do you know of anywhere? I mostly help animals..."

"He sounds like he would have been a good brother. I wish we could exist at the same time. I'd like that. I really hope he's resting easy. It's a pleasure, Kai."

"I can make us a tea to accompany dinner. I found herbs that will make a potion that will keep us warm for a while into the night." So he wasn't totally useless. "I can make a weak healing salve too. I was able to liberate some honey from a hive."

🦉 I'm a lil tired so I think I'll turn in for the night. My cute little kitty agrees!

🦉 I dooo have another OC I might make an account for! Tiefling warlock of his grandfather, Prince Stolas. His name is Makita and he's a tricky jester with a heart of gold. Loves to make friends. Loves to fuck with authority.

"It burned him from inside," he agreed, "It was awful. He didn't deserve to die like that. My name is Morrìgan... And yours?"

He takes a sip and makes a delighted trill! Just what he needed under the day's circumstances. "You're a good cook! Thank you. The man tried to take my head too, I think. So I ran and was able to escape into the night."

"Having the power to protect others... That's admirable! That's sort of what I hope for. I want to protect others like me, who are lost and alone, from our scary world. I'm going to become strong for them, and bring back the Harvest God."

"Chicken is the best kind! It warms the soul," he says with the sage-ness of a child. "It's been a rough day. I met a demon. I met a man made out of heads."

A pause. What the hell is that supposed to mean! (muse is minor coded! sorry if that wasn't obvious!) Well, probably not important. "Well, sometimes space and time needs to be warped. Things are... Pretty bad where I come from. There isn't sunlight, and witch hunters make living hard for me."

🦉 The only homie here i know previously! I love ur art and characters and also you. It's really fun chatting about ur game ideas. And ur world!

He plops down, contemplating life, the universe, and everything. "Do you have soup?"

"Oooh... Yes, I do like sugar—! How did you do that? It seems like useful magic!"

"Oh! That's better. Thank you!"