Praise the old ones... the latest batch of holy hatchings have given us our thickest aggradons yet 🦖

comm for Glatius

Three of Cups [Page 10] 🌙

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There will be consequences of this, dont worry. And thank you.

Colored pencil sketch page. Loona from Helluva Boss wearing a hoodie.

Loona in a Hoodie :3

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Sketch for aterrabellum !!

Three of Cups [Page 10] 🌙

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A bunny rides a barrel off a large waterfall, peering out the top of the barrel at the spray below.

Daily bunny no.3293 is going for a ride

Red

Commission for Xetsa

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It's completely random !

All the world will be your enemy, Prince of a Thousand enemies.

And when they catch you, they will kill you.

But first they must catch you; digger, listener, runner, Prince with the swift warning.

Be cunning, and full of tricks, and your people will never be destroyed.

Cephalophores are the last remaining living martyrs of the Cult of the Dead, each in charge of a congregation of hadhrats; beheaded yet still alive, they wander the Maison’s territory and preach the Unseen Mother’s word, their wounds constantly bleeding.

if you censor your own art your bones are brittle and you will not survive the winter

Beloved 💜

So hard to get in new shows these days. You watch a S1 and its like "wow thats pretty good, wonder what's next !" And then S2 hits and it's suddenly pure unfettered ass.

gift.

tap to receive.

the sniffer

prater marlade

Gilf

lizard...

Three of Cups [Page 09] 🌙

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The inks of pages 61/62, since I cooked. 💜

I felt, in brief agonies of disillusionment, the gigantic blackness of this overwhelming universe, in which my days and the days of my race were as nothing to the shattered stars; a universe in which each action is vain and even the emotion of grief a wasted thing.

The inks (that I somehow never posted here ?) 🌙

Pictured, two Yslerias from the Ombrelune Caliphate. And yeah, yeah, I know, featuring the writer’s not-even-disguised fetish.

The Marrowsalt is a wide expanse of salt north near the Spine.

Not a single predator lies there - save for the land itself. It’s not enough that the entire terrain is an ocean of salt, the air itself is so salty that the under-prepared wanderer will be choking on it in no time.

The Fool | Ending/Epilogue
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