#also i love making ranboo human but keeping the split black/white hair

[baby-enderman]

*benches your trio*

[jack-enbyfold]

Describing DSMP characters because I can’t draw well enough to do them justice

Hey, this is inspired by @jackstanifold, love you, my dear, sorry for stealing your idea/p

Dream- Just some dude in a smiley face mask, nothing visibly special. Green eyes, blond hair with a smattering of freckles and a lean build. Wears light armor over a green hoodie. Moves more with purpose and seems to move only when he needs to, light on his feet and fast. 

Punz- Very similar in appearance to Dream with blond cropped hair, blue eyes and a younger face then cc!Punz for some reason (possibly because of his icon), has a large build than Dream though but still very lean, moves like a soldier, facial scars and slightly pointed ears (only noticeable if you look close), lots of piercings as well as their ender pearl medallion

Eret- They look off, like obviously their eyes are whited out but there's something else to them that makes them look inhuman, holds themselves high and almost constantly has their hands in view (mainly clasped in front of them on at their sides), longer fluffier hair then cc!Eret normally has

BBH- The classic 9ft tall demon (though he can adjust his size), his main body is a black that seems to suck the light from nearby if not covered, his eyes and mouth do the opposite though emitting light, moves a little too smoothly to be human and very catlike in his reactions and ways of emoting

Sam- 2 sets of arms, patches of green on his skin with black eyes (the skin around them also having a black tinge), a mouth that’s a little too big with sharp teeth and black gums that he hides behind a gas mask, very tall and large in stature but actively tries to make himself look smaller a lot (unless he’s in warden mode)

Phil- has bat wings with torn skin that prevents his from flying, just looks like cc!Phil with shoulder length hair and a few extra scars on his jaw and eyebrow, has a small braid on the side of his head, pierced ears with mainly gold and emerald based jewelry, bucket hat, seems like he moves causally but is always on a guard, uses his wings to gesture a lot

Techno- Big pig man, not sexy anime boy just pig, has tusks and a rose ring as well as lots of tears in his ears from where there used to be earrings, heavy in his footfalls and movements, preferring to keep still and subdued when talking normally and using wide gestures when making speeches 

Niki- not much changes about her general appearance, she just looks a little more war hardened, her hair is shorter (having lost some of the ends to fires and war) and the dye in it is growing out, she also has more muscle bulk then cc!Niki and moves more cautiously

Ranboo- very tall and looks stretched and odd, split is not a clear 50/50 with his eyes and arms being odd shapes, lacks a mouth unless he opens it at which point he has no teeth or tongue, the only part of him that looks vaguely human is his red eye and his general body shape, despite being over 7ft, he tries to shrink into himself a lot and moves awkwardly, during his enderwalk he moves a lot more fluidly and is very feline in reactions and movement

Tommy- 

Pre Exile: Doesn’t look that different from cc!Tommy, still has his braces, has scars from the 16th and his two deaths, missing part of his eyebrow due to it being singed off, stands and moves like a soldier despite being a kid, sharp canines 

Post Exile- longer hair but choppy and missing length in some areas (chin length in some spots), farmer’s tan from exile and small burn scars from being too close to lava and TNT, a lot skinner especially in the face, still has braces, still tries to hold himself to the same standard when it comes to posture and movement but just doesn’t have the energy most the time

Tubbo- started with shorter blond hair (box bleached) that grew out to cover his eyes by the time he’s in Snowchester, visible roots, goat horns that grow straight up, can’t drop his posture due to ages of either standing as soldier or standing as a president, scaring over his arms and the sides of his face as he brought his arms up to protect himself 

Fundy- Literally just an anthro fox, scarring on his muzzle and missing a part of his ear, the fur on his tail is almost always singed, has really good posture like Tubbo (for the same reason) until he runs, always looks slightly panicky and nervous when he moves even when he’s calm

Wilbur- looks a little older then cc!Wilbur be it stress or actual age, there’s a near permanent dent in his lower lip where his cigarettes usually sit and the tips of his fingers are stained, skinny to the point of concern but hides it with a jacket, he constantly holds himself loosely and uses wide sweeping gestures when he talks, slow and calm in his movements despite his paranoia   

[kyra-song]

Here is entire chapter! Tubbo and Ranboo fluff. Small stuff before the thing, Kristen is The Universe, Tubbo is the God of Life. Tubbo can create anything, but man's can't make an immortal. Human, demons, monsters, hybrids, but he cannot keep them alive. That's up to Death. So, here you are my love!

Tubbo exhales a long-suffering sigh into the dirt and grass his face is pressed into. An emptiness claws at his chest and closes up his throat as he curls further into himself. It's the dead of night and Tubbo is lying in the middle of his forest, not too far from his house that he'd left hours ago. Closed flowers sway in muted colors under shadows and dappled white light. The forest is quiet despite everything alive that Tubbo knows lurks in the night. And yet, his creations can feel his sadness and stay hidden out of respect. An involuntary whimper crawls up his throat. Tubbo swallows his sorrows, and finally gives in.

"Universe," he whispers to the world, "can you please see me."

His hands twist in the soft grass he's lying in, he calls louder. "Universe!" His voice echoes through the forest. "I need to speak with you!"

He waits, silent, taking in the sound of crickets and swaying branches. Tubbo's about to call out again when a gentle hand runs through his hair and a sweet voice washes over him.

"I'm here." She tells him quietly, feeling Tubbo tremble beneath her touch.

Something in Tubbo breaks when the comforting feeling of void washes over him, causing his shoulders to shake. "I don't know what's wrong with me." He confesses with a sob. "I've been feeling like this for so long and I want it to stop."

The universe rubs at the base of his horns, feeling the world wilt around them. “There’s nothing wrong with you.” She mummers. “You’re just lonely.”

Tubbo opens his eyes, tears spilling onto the ground as he looks into the darkness. “But that doesn't make sense!” He cries, confusion and sadness clouding his mind. “I have friends and people who visit but… they're not close enough, I want someone to love differently than them.”

The Universe sighs, biting her lip in thought, before giving in to her idea. “Life,” she says softly, “you're going to help me do something no one besides Creation has witnessed.” 

Tubbo sits up, turning to look at The Universe. Her crystalline white eyes show warmth and love in them as he looks on. He wipes at his tears, taking a deep breath while The Universe waits for him. “What are we doing?” He asks, clearing his throat.

“You’re going to help me create a god.” She tells him.

Tubbo’s jaw drops, he begins to stutter through his response. “W-what? How are we- I’m-” He stops, looking into the middle distance before turning back to The Universe. “Were… gonna make me a friend?”

She chuckles and nods then motions for Tubbo to sit next to her. “It’s easy to create a god but difficult to manifest them into existence.” She tells him as he settles next to her side. “It’ll eventually get to the point where they’ll create themselves, but you can help me make them.”

The Universe crosses her legs then rests her arms on her knees, palms up. “So, where do you want to start?”

Tubbo hums, wiping at his eyes again while looking around his forest, settling on a patch of puffy allium. “Well, he’s got to like flowers.” He tells her.

The Universe giggles, closing her eyes. “He’s got to like flowers?” She asks, clarifying.

“Oh,” Tubbo says, “yeah I suppose he.”

The Universe hums, moving her hands to curve towards each other. Stars sparkle between her fingers, Tubbo marvels at the sight.

“What’s next?” She questions, feeling reality push against her fingertips.

“He’s got to be fun,” Tubbo says confidently, “he’s gonna be unique, I can already tell, he’ll be smart too, but in the Phil and Techno way.”

She laughs, pouring all of Tubbo’s wishes into their creation. “What do you think he’s gonna look like?” The Universe questions, already feeling the ghost of a body settling before her.

Tubbo sighs, wracking his brain. “Um, well red and green have always been mine and Tommy’s thing.” He says, remembering his best friend. “They… red and green kinda reflect how things are like with Tommy and me, I’d like things to be a little more black and white with my new friend.” He expresses thoughtfully.

The Universe takes a twist on his words, running her thumb down the center of the face beneath her hands, gently swiping her hands over both of his eyelids.

Tubbo looks up at the sky, continuing his train of thought. “I also think he’d be very dapper compared to Tommy’s…” He trails off, face twisting into distaste. “Racoon-like tendencies.”

The Universe wheezes, eyes opening to shoot Tubbo an incredulous look. He tears his eyes away from the stars, meeting her gaze with a smile. “What?” He asks, mischief in his expression.

The Universe shakes her head, grinning to herself. “For as majestic as I attempted to make him, he's still described as a trash panda by his best friend.”

Tubbo nods rapidly, about to respond when he sees a solid body lying in The Universe’s lap. “Woah…” He shuffles closer, enraptured by the sight. The last smokey grey threads of the body's suit stitch themselves together as Tubbo leans over him, staring at his face. Black and white skin is split perfectly down the middle of his face, two beautifully contrasting sides. Tubbo reaches out a hand to touch him and hesitates.

“It’s okay to touch him.” The Universe reassures. “You can make any changes to what I’ve done if you want.”

Tubbo nods and tentatively places a hand on the white side of his face, high on his cheekbone, just under his eye. He concentrates on creating in the same way he does every other living thing in this world. Tubbo slowly runs a hand over his cheek, as his hand moves black freckles appear on his skin, Tubbo quickly does the same in white on the other side of his face. He moves on to pick up his left hand, but stops, staring at his rounded fingertips.

“What are you thinking?” The Universe questions, silently creating the same freckles over his arms and mottling the split down his face.

“I was thinking of creating this kind of… creature… a while ago,” Tubbo tells her, continuing to stare at his fingers. “I was gonna call it an Enderman, and… I kinda wanna make them after this, cause he looks a lot like one.”

The Universe nods, moving her hands to cradle the body's head. “You can do whatever you like.” She reminds him.

Tubbo nods and pinches a white finger between his thumb and index, dragging it out to create a long, sharp claw. “He’s going to be kind.” Tubbo mummers while he works. “Above all he’ll stick to his morals, following his vices and virtues with confidence, believing in himself.”

He moves back to the body’s face, gently pushing back his upper lip to press against canines and draw them out into fangs. "He'll doubt himself, just as everyone does." Tubbo says, sitting on his heels for a moment before going back to copy what he'd done to the body’s lower canines. "But he'll come around to the idea that he's loved, because he will be." He finishes his statement with an affirming nod while looking back on his work. 

The Universe looks to him, pride in her gaze. “Anything else?”

He meets her eyes as he finishes, nodding. “He shouldn't be perfect,” Tubbo says, voice unwavering. “No one deserves to carry the burden of perfection.”

She nods, looking down at the soon-to-be god, and smiles. “Now what shall you be the god of?” The Universe asks the body, looking down at closed eyes.

Tubbo senses that he should be quiet, so he takes the body's hand, holding it gently. The cold feels as comforting as it does haunting.

The Universe takes a breath, tipping back her head as she centers her being to hum at the same frequency as reality. Voices start to tickle her ear, she’s quick to realize she’s hearing memories. Happiness clashes with grief, giggling screams colliding with the sounds of war, all the while soft mummers of love confessions overlap with howls of strife. “I know what he’s the god of.” The Universe says, looking down again.

The Universe presses her forehead to the body then plants a quick kiss on the black side of his face. “You’ll be the God of the Mind.” She tells him, whispering. She moves to the white side of his face, repeating her actions. “You’ll be God of the Lost.” The Universe looks up at Tubbo, “Put your finger on his pulse point and rest your head on his chest.”

Tubbo quickly does so, taking Mind’s right in his left, thumb resting on where there should be a beat. He lays his head on Mind’s chest, feeling calm and excited, waiting for what’s to happen.

The Universe puts her fingers over Mind’s cheeks, gaze full of love, taking a steadying breath. She feels for the stars, the edge of reality, what gives her the power to be, and she feels warmth underneath her fingertips when the steady beat of wings sounds in her head.

Tubbo’s eyes widen as a faint yet steady heartbeat thrums beneath his finger and his head moves with the first breath from the God of the Mind and The Lost.

Black and white eyelids flutter open to reveal shocking ruby red and acid green eyes. He finds The Universe’s soft smile and fond gaze, feeling a hand run over his cheek. “There you are.” She mutters.

He feels the hand grasping him and The Universe helps him sit up. Tubbo regretfully pulls himself off of Mind’s chest and looks him in the eyes, still holding Mind’s hand tight. They stare at one another, similar feelings of wonder coursing through them.

Tubbo cautiously reaches his right hand up to rest against Mind’s cheek, watching in awe as Mind leans into his touch.

“You're…” Tubbo stutters, overcome with exhilaration, “You’re incredible.”

Mind looks at him for a long moment then smiles.

BREAD HOW ARE YOU SO TALENTED I LOVE IT