forum Sapnap my king, Drista's brother, colourblind man
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@ElderGodSeeba petsbing bing ๐Ÿธ

I want to draw the mushroom child

Seeba what does he look like

He's jus a lil boy with mushroom growing out his head, freckles, fluffy blond hair and green lil eyeballs

@ElderGodSeeba petsbing bing ๐Ÿธ

help i've been developing this kiddo already

  • he really likes mechanical things, he loves taking clocks apart and seeing how they work, then making toys out of them, his favorite toy is a clockwork mouse made from the parts of some old watches and jewelry
  • he loves tea, especially mint tea
  • the little guy loves stories, and entertains people with stories of his own creation
  • Corpse is like an uncle to him, they work on projects together
  • he and George press flowers together
  • he goes birdwatching with Sapnap
  • Karl really helped spark his love for reading with his own tales as bedtime stories

IM CRYI G

  • He and Corpse go flower picking together and go back to his cabin to make potions with them
  • George takes him out on adventures when his parents are too busy to look after him.
  • despite how hard Quackity preaches he hates children, he still finds his cuddling the little boy when no one is watching (except Charlie, he sees all.)
  • Sam's a dotting grandpa I don't make the rules.
  • he's Michael's supernatural besttie

@ElderGodSeeba petsbing bing ๐Ÿธ

I want to draw the mushroom child

Seeba what does he look like

He's jus a lil boy with mushroom growing out his head, freckles, fluffy blond hair and green lil eyeballs

Something like this, but he's a baby baby when they find him, he's a bit eight here. Not sure about the clothes, thought maybe they could be Karls jumper from when he was a kid or something. To lazy to shade or fix the line art :P

@SpookyScarySnoteleks group

We went to the garden store the other day and I got 3 succulents, I got a green one with roundish leaves, his name's Tubbo, a green one with pointier leaves that are red at the tip, his name is Ranboo, and then I found one that was so tiny I didn't see him at first, he's barely even the size of my pinkie fingernail and I named him Michael, when we got home I found a pot from a long-dead succulent garden and painted it rainbow, some of the paint chipped but it adds ~character~ and now I have my sons, if you guys wanna see them I'll post a picture

@ElderGodSeeba petsbing bing ๐Ÿธ

He woke up cold, lips frostbitten and fingertips numb. His head pounded as he hauled a heavy body off the floor, just barely lifting his chest.
Looking around, nothing, in particular, struck him. Whatever room he was in had no windows, it was made completely of stone, he could feel the divets mark his skin as his legs lay useless. The ground was wet, an ambient dripping from a few feet away rang in his ears. Every time he inhaled, he almost gagged, the scent of rot and mould flooding his senses. The shackles chain around his ankles were coated in a red substance, and he was unsure as to if was rust or dried blood from where the metal sliced his skin. Squinting, he laid eyes upon a figure in the dark, body turned on its side, facing away from him,
"Hey-" he croaked, legs pushing himself across the stone,
"Listen, hey-", he grabbed the figure's shoulder and turned it towards him.
It was the eyes that hit him first.
They were glossed over and empty, almost akin to those of a dead bird. The mouth made him feel the sickest, though. His jaw was locked open and his tongue sat far back in his mouth, blocking a view of his throat. His teeth were coated with a thick dried liquid that ran down his chin and dripped onto his muddied shirt.
He kicked the body away in what could only be described as primal fear, his legs suddenly working as he scrambled to stand and run, falling aimlessly each time. He managed to gets as far as his shackles would let him before he stopped squirming, but his blown eyes never left the figure. He spent the next hour huddled in a ball, trying to preserve as much body heat as he could, before an abrupt light assaulted his eyes. Now with the room dimly lit, he could see a large spiral staircase in front of him, along with the small figure that traversed it.

"You're awake?"
She spoke, shining a lantern in his eyes.
"You're George, yes?"
"Whos asking?" he growled, shielding his eyes,
"Me," she pulled a face, "I'm asking."
"Who are you?"
"Shima," She nodded, "I've come to get you out, but first, I have a few questions."
She stepped towards him and rolled his face between her fingers,
"You smell different, you don't smell like us."
"Huh?"
She gestured to the mushroom sat at the tip of her skull,
"We have special scent glands, lets others know were not some sort of disguise preditor," she paused, "You don't have them."
He shakes his head, "No, Im not one of you, I don't even know who 'you' are."
She smirks,
"So you're a mutt, huh?"
H scrunches his face in a mixture of offence and confusion, "Excuse me-"
She grabs a chunk of his hair and lifts him up. Her fingers slowly dance across his scalp before settling on the smallest of his three mushroom. Without a word of consent, she plucked it from his head, dropping his immediately after. He hit the floor with a dull thump, before the realisation of what had happened hit him.
"HEY!" he screamed, thrasing a bit as she slowly backed away, "GIVE THAT BACK!"
"Calm you tits, it'll grow back," she shrugged, "If you really are one of us."
He took a few deep breaths before meeting her eyes one more time,
"Where's Chris?"
"Oh, the kid? He's upstairs eating the villages supply of apples, and soon, he'll be returned to his parents."
"His parent live with me, I'll take him back and we can pretend this never happened, I wont tell anyone."
She shook her head,
"No, his real parents live down the stream, he's going home."