Commission for Collie Talme, the leader of my tabletop setting's take on dark-skinned elves. A spacefaring species, their customs involve using paints and body glitter in a religious practice to become one with the cosmos with starlike colors and celestial patterns.
![Mad Mew Mew holds a small menu, standing while sort've balancing on her heels. She has a blank, wall-eyed expression. Her dialogue text reads:
*Hello. Welcome to the Mad cafe. Can you take my order?
*Yeah it's really convenient. You don't have to make choices here you just do what we say.
*We only serve cookies, milk, and oil
*You'll be having the oil
*Business has been.
*business has.
*
*You learn a lot of things, running a small business,
*No-- Again.
*It's the Mad cafe.
*Yeah it's
*Yeah it's
*Yeah it's a Maid cafe where we just kill you
*--with kindness.
*Sorry I forgot my script
[[A headshot of Maddie is shown looking down at someone, with a crooked, open-mouthed smile. Her speaker is barely visible in her throat, along with the mechanical parts of her neck. She has no eyebrows (horrifying)]]
*Please don't make me explain it again.
*Please.
*Please.
*Please.
[[The last "Please" is cropped off the bottom of the picture.]]](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:v2fymlzddjjkuang4nyaykix/bafkreihv6bhzvy6vdhnwvk5dhl6rkx34yqqkcij5l2i3nntnijvtdwpq2y)
