#prismarinayt

I do actually really like the headcanon!! I want to add it to my own au since I think it's cool! I think how it somehow would've worked is both Joel and Lizzie weren't aware of having a kid, but per miracle they were born in the ocean somehow and grew up In the sea, and traveled through different dimensions and met someone and then the bloodline continues on!

I actually also can see the world they travelled through was witchcraft smp :)

anyway, I have Thoughts™ about Witchcraft SMP and ESMP 1 and 2.

Yesterday my brain was thinking about Oli TheOrionSound, as it does, and then it went: Witchcraft SMP but shuffled roles and different lore.

And then I was like: Witchcraft SMP with similar backstories but playing in an ESMP setting, ESMP 1 and 2 with similar backstories but playing in a WCSMP setting.

My witchcraft designs bc they all deserve to have different hats and fits Designs notes are below

Scott’s heart stops beating, and necrosis sets in. He becomes silent and more withdrawn, focused on his goal. It is debatable whether or not he even remembers Milo’s face anymore.

Cleo is both in the future and stuck in the past. One part is withered and nothing more than stone bones, while another is alive and beating, blood flowing through it’s veins, only to spill out when it reaches a rotting stump.

Shelby becomes more wispy and temperamental. She can shine as bright as the sun, become one with the fog and mist, or rain down hail like bullets. She is the closest mortal to divinity, and her temper becomes more and more volatile, sparks flying.

Pris is like a Cryptid beneath the ocean’s waves. Scales litter her skin, with bioluminescent spots scatter upon said scales. Her hair are like jellyfish tentacles, while her maw is filled with razor sharp teeth. Fins sprout from her limbs and coral grows on her skin. Look out for the shark in the water.

Joey simultaneously becomes cold as ice and as hot as fire. His skin is a pure white and icy to the touch while his blood boils within like lava. He is always melting and giving off steam like a kettle. It hurts, it hurts so much, but it’s nothing he can’t handle, he just wants to be accepted again.

Tiff is one with the green. Her flesh, bark and stems. Her blood, nectar. Her hair, thick vines. The forest guardian will endlessly expand the border of her forest. Those who harm the forest will find their innards strewn around the branches, like a brutal celebration.

Eloise’s form is no longer humanoid. It’s horrifying, with a single look killing those with shock. She uses her illusions to disguise herself, but is no longer able to remember her face, so she pretends to be someone else.

Lauren is the emissary of the desert, her body as sturdy as limestone, and painted with intricate patterns. She trudges through the desert heat, her bread no longer edible and her fillings long gone.