#hbsmp!milton

[twodragonsinatrenchcoat]

Maybe a coal comforting Milton? :0

"milton i don't care if you don't think you're worth anything, because you're worth something to me just for existing in this world, so please, stop being so hard on yourself. you don't have to carry this burden alone."

today was just a little bit soft ;-;

[ceaseless-hunger]

"I don't know what the hell you are. I don't know where the fuck you came from. But if you're here to cause problems, I will not hesitate to beat the everloving fucking shit out of you, mark my fucking words." [Milton]

…

…

Nothing responds.

Nothing can.

But maybe something watches.

Maybe something breathes.

[shifting-silhouette]

coming to corins island was always just a bit unnerving.

the woods stretched out farther than anybody could see, and it was so, so easy to get lost if you didn't know how to navigate it. it was terrifying. anything could be in there and you'd never know.

unless you were corin. or milton.

the tall mob slowly wondered through the dense forest, coming to the door of the forest cryptids home. his home.

and he gently knocked on the door.

[Milton]

A tired, grumpy trill is heard muffled through the door. So is a groan, then a loud thud, then irritated grumbles. Soon though, Corin opens the door, a blanket tangled in her feet and sleepy eyes that light up at the sight of Milton.

“Little bird! It’s good to see you- come on in, I was just…”

She pauses

“….. blinking for an extended period of time.”

They had obviously been sleeping.

[shifting-silhouette]

The feeling that flowed through her veins as she raised that sword to the sky was cold. It wasn’t a rage that boiled, instead it frosted over their veins, chilling her bones until everything was numb. Nothing remained. Except for her singular purpose.

This was not the first time she’d played executioner, after all, she knew what she was doing.

Sure, she’d be disappointed to see him go, white-eyes was entertaining, and rather good for Milton, but they had promised them his blood.

So the Guardian swung her jaws of death.

And was subsequently knocked off-course.

In a rush of instinct and muscle memory finely tuned from centuries of leaping from trees, they rolled, landing in a low crouch, blade still surely in hand.

The feeling burned now.

How dare someone interfere? How dare they get between the beast and her prey? How DARE THEY HOW DARE THEY HOW DARE-

And it all went quiet.

And she stared uncomprehendingly at her son.

Yellow eyes still fixed at some faraway point in the sky, Corin unsheathes the large, gleaming greatsword on her back, and with one smooth motion sweeps her arm, the blade now suddenly a hair’s width away from his throat.

“For all that you did that led to him getting hurt, I hope the good you did for him can bring you some comfort in the end.”

Then Corin’s eyes gleam, the runes exposed on her throat glow, and she lifts the blade high up once more with an air of finality.

-Corin

He didn’t flinch at the blade. It was a talent or maybe it was just his lack of care. Not about Milton, oh he cared so much about Milton it made his charcoal heart ache.

He didn’t care about death.

He wouldn’t end up here of course. He couldn’t truly die. He was a glitch, a god, an error, a mistake. He’d be summoned and killed and summoned again for centuries and centuries more. A blade would do the trick. It was exceptionally sharp this one, he’d commend her on the care of it if it wasn’t at his neck.

Hero remained silent. Even as the blade swung up like an executioners axe. It would be clean and quick, Corin was good like that. Though it was a shame the wooden steps would stain. He hoped whoever built it wouldn’t mind.

He took a deep breath and stared out into the night sky. Hero began to count stars. It was better if he didn’t think about it. That’s what he learned, anyhow. Made it easier. Made it hurt less. He should be thankful, really. There were worse ways to go.

There’s a lot of stars out tonight.

[theyaoiparable]

75 layers of procastination, suffering, hand cramps and a whole ass spotify playlist has lead to this!! this is one of my favorite scenes to redraw and it fit so prefectly with the current hellbox lore so worth it this thing also took like 5 ish days so reblogs would be greatly appreciated !!!!!!! 

the only two characters here who belong to me are the lil bunny bird ender boy and the stupid snake in the middle, the goat baby belongs to @indic0lite , red lizarb getting murked belongs to @oasisofgalaxies , and ze ender goat at the end with the lil plant belongs to @thymeleaflive !!!

[oasisofgalaxies]

WHAT DOES HERO THINK OF MILTON

HE HAS GROWN AN EMOTIONAL ATTACHMENT TO HIM VERY QUICKLY AFTER THAT MOMENT IN THE SHRINE. HE NOW FEELS ALMOST A CERTAIN RESPONSIBILITY TO MAKE SURE HES OK AND HELP WHEN NEEDED

[acosmicwhisper]

It grinned, clasping it’s hands together

“Oh you’re more wonderful than I could have ever imagined. Please Milton, I’m not here to cause you any pain. I promise. My name is An, it’s so amazing to finally meet you”

A sudden feeling of dread filled the air. Milton felt as though plush was being watched, wouldn’t be the first or last time. If plush listened for footsteps they wouldn’t hear them. The air got colder as a being moved closer and closer to Milton.

A loud voice soon came as an aura surrounded plush.

“Greetings dear. Please turn around, I mean no harm” the spirits voice certainly didn’t sound friendly. It echoed and wavered, but was trustworthy.

a long, exaggerated groan escaped miltons lips as he turned around to face the being, bow in hand.

"look, I've dealt with evil entities before, and the vibes you're giving off just kinda suck major ass. what's the deal??"

[uptheantares]

📐 mmmilton maybe ??

:D

[achilles-c0me-down]

he "watches" with her, waiting for the body to just.. disappear. and when it did, he'd bring her in closer and hold onto her, because something told him she needed it.

And when the body does eventually disappear, she'll accept the embrace with no words at all. There would be nothing left to say after all. Silence was all she could manage.

[im-still-a-robot]

i have no real idea about your lore for m, but think i remember that you said they felt more like a character from an rpg type game rather than mc. do they still feel like that with their development or have that taken more of a mc aspect?

I feel like them being from a dnd/mmo type world has been a focal point of developing their backstory which has led to them still feeling that way. I think that me being involved with .2% of lore and them currently living on a farm probably helps sell the very npc vibes

[shifting-silhouette]

hey,,

me and hero may be leaving soon. for a while. just for a little while.

Corin stiffens, unexpected terror shooting up her spine. Confused at her own sudden panic, she breathes in, and out, and turns to face Milton, face relaxed and easygoing.

Ah- Well I won’t stop you two from going, gods know that you deserve a vacation after that fucking snake, but do you have a place in mind? Or are you just exploring?

[soulbrine]

"we toss a note in!! a little 'hey, if you find this, send us a reply and throw it into a weird glitchy spot' and boom!! problem solved."

Hm… that could work. Hopefully there’s someone nearby. The world stretches out a lot and people are sometimes spread far and few between. But I’ll hope luck would be on our side.

[sacredspacegoat]

He smiled more, handing Milton the loaf

“I hope you enjoy it! I almost ate it on the way here it looked so good”

Small footsteps were heard as a small goat ran up to Milton, something in his hands. He seemed excited, his ears up and his smile wide

“Milton! Milton!” Tri called, his hooves coming to a steep stop “I did a thing! I made something for you!”

the enderboy. is. tired. he turns around to face tri, his forehead banged up and bruised and himself looking like he hasn't slept.

"oh, hey little man. wassup?"

[theyaoiparable]

happy pride!!! here’s a lil milton hero father son bonding moment because. we need some fluff of these two after todays events OIBDFSLVBUDBJ

reblogs appreciated!!

[indic0lite]

ophies feelings towards Milton??

oo F complicated thats for sure- a part of her is still a bit hostile towards the kid, though she does see it now as illogical, is neutral abt him I would say- I don't know if they would ever fully warm up to him but it's better than it was before thats for sure gkjhlj;k

[achilles-c0me-down]

...

he scoots a bit closer and wraps a wing around neb.

he says nothing.

She says nothing in return.

It's silent as she stares down at the body in her arms. It would disappear once she comes back, disintegrating into white smoke. Nothing left but blood and a cruel memory. But her body was still in her arms and so she would stay here under the cover of a wing and a weight too heavy for anyone to carry.