*as soon as I throw Stitch I immediately disappear and reappear underneath it - it happens so fast I catch it and it never hits the ground because I would never hurt my child 🥺*
[ID: low res Rose Wilson against a green bush and light blue sky. She's facing the viewer and is drawn with no face features and has her arms spread out at her sides. There's a shock bubble enclosing her head as she looks at something off panel. END ID]
i can't remember if you said that demona has a transform state or not. i know her npc does. both i'm curious about.
Demona does have a shapeshifting ability to a limited degree, just like demons have. ♥ My own personal headcanon is both demons and angels can transform to a 'true state' and more 'hidden states' to blend in with the masses.
I do plan on doing Demona's power/ ability build when I can as well as doing a small ref sheet of her 'true form'. But her true form is actually more horrifying than one would expect. XD;
Cheshire, her NPC, also has a ref sheet in the works... but I uh... ADHD-ed myself into many art projects and detoured away from his. I'll get back to it soon!
i hate when i'm fronting because not only does that mean something on the internet triggered us, most of the time i'm not actually able to discern WHAT exactly it was, only that someone else saw something that vaguely reminded us of something, and that now i'm here and the body's shaking anxiously and i'm upset and i don't know what the hell to do about it.
admittedly, he's a bit rude. he watches the way she holds herself, perks a brow at her response, and noticeably has to bite his tongue to keep from laughing too brashly. but the smirk he wears speaks a thousand words, and the only way he can truly hide it is by holding his hand up to his mouth. in the end, he still snorts. "clearly! you look a bit like a ... oh, what is it you alice types say? ' a fish out of concrete, ' is that it?" he doesn't pay any mind to it. and why should he? it's his ship, after all. soon, they are rising into the clouds and all he needs do is reach his hand out to touch them. "peter pan! you're not the first hume to mention that, you know. though i've no idea what you lot are on about ... pixie dust would only put us all to sleep, i think. tricky buggers."
clicking his tongue, as if to illustrate his own ease, he separates himself to walk to the rails of the ship they fly on. lifting himself up to sit 'pon the edge, his feet dangle over the side, arms extending out to gesture to the dark skies stretched 'round them.
"well! if it eases your mind in the slightest, we've rarely ever driven this thing poorly enough for someone to fall off. i'm sure it's been a couple weeks since our last death." the narrowing of his eyes makes it hard to discern whether the tricky cheshire is lying or not, and the sway of his tail certainly does not help! "do try to find enjoyment in your journey, though. it's a long way to spade kingdom for you, alice, and although our world may be one of eternal night, there's still beauty to be found in the stars. so i've been told."