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Just found out that the blog that was Roleplaying with me earlier doesn’t exist anymore :(

I was waiting for their response for a while and was looking through my tumblr notifications and messages and noticed that they don’t exist now :,(

I really liked that Roleplay and it was only the start too, I wish I could continue it,

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He looks so cold 😭😭

I had to make a proper ref for a time skip animated sequence and figured I could share :3

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Starter call for Philip Wittebane!

Like (or reblog if you’re a sideblog) this post for a starter with Philip!

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My baby boy

I had to make a proper ref for a time skip animated sequence and figured I could share :3

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NAHH 😭😂

HELP ME, BELOS IS NOT PLAYING AROUND WITH THAT GAY SHIT 😭🙏

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I NEED TO DRAW HIM PLUCKING HIS EYEBROWS AJDJDJSJ CJ

What's your favourite character headcanon? Mine is that hunter is trans (MtF)

My favorite headcanon is that Philip plucked his eyebrows for a period of time

Like seriously, why are his eyebrows bushy as a kid and as Belos, but smooth as Philip?

He may be a hobo but he's a hobo with standards 😤

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Knights by Crystal Castles :>

@dejaroze @arocoomer @pyralart @a-magpie-in-gravesfield @jess-the-vampire idk that many ppl 😔

ATTENTION

If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)

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REAL AND CANON

I want Caleb to be a little shit so bad

And Part 2

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Hehehehehhehuehueue

Beardless Philip edits, part two! 🥰

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Какой милый котик 🥰

кис-кис-кис

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BEWBIES

New mask

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Average Sibling experience 💕

OG pic and sketch under the cut

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She blinks and curiously tilts her head again, looking back down at his writing. “Mother had me practice writing like that since I was younger, ..but it hurts my wrist, mainly because I can’t seem to figure out how to draw from my arm instead of wrist…” Looks at her permanently sprained wrist “Oh,..and what’s a politician..?” Clears throat, looks away , hiding her face under her hood, gently pulling the front of her hood down to cover her eyes, scoots away “S-Sorry.. I uh…um.. no. I’m not sick..”

Gravesfield was lit up in a rare mood, people were at a harvest festival. The crisp fall breeze bringing about leaves everywhere and the night was just right. Just a little chilly not by much, and it was a very clear night you could see the stars out easily. Tho by puritan tradition excessive drinking or doing too many reckless or "sinful" deeds were considered very bad they were granted special days like this to at least moderately let loose , dance, sing, drink, play music, party time, but Philip was never into any of that and just rather stay outside of where the band was playing, people were dancing and singing, and having a fun time, he instead was reading a book on something, and doing a bit of writing, Caleb kept trying to invite him into the party but sadly Pip kept refusing, Caleb decided Philip is better like this and went back to the party, Philip being alone on a log outside the festivities, when suddenly he noticed a woman was also out here for some reason, in the night air with only the moon and stars out, he tried to ignore her presence for now tho, his book and writing practice was important to him , it would help in his future endeavors and to help him make money he thought. And that's important to him right now

Teen Philip starter for you!!! (You don't gotta do the other if you don't wanna I got a but passionate about description this time lol)

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She was sitting on the soft grass and had a small oil lamp next to her, softly eliminating the ground before her. He could not see her face, her short curly dark chestnut brown hair covering her face from her cloak hood. She was was quietly sorting autumn leaves and flowers into a large heavy book, colour coding each leaf on each page. Her hands were pale, almost sickly, he caught a glimpse of her right forearm, a large healed scar on her forearm. The nails on her right thumb, index and middle finger were short and broken, presumably from always painting and writing. Her dress was a soft cherry red, an uncommon colour of clothing In Gravesfield unless someone was of higher status. She was softly swaying side to side to the rhythm of the music in the distance. She’s not paying any attention to her surroundings, but her loner behaviour was a rather suspicious for a woman In Gravesfield.

(Thank youuu!! Sorry it’s shorter than the starter)

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Philip needs to be disciplined

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She blinks for a moment, hums in response. After a while of observing him she quietly scoots over to watch what he’s doing, sitting on his right, almost shoulder to shoulder with him. “Hm, I like your handwriting” she curiously smiles “what are you doing?” Softly holding her cloak hood closer to herself as some wind blows. Now that she’s up close, he could see her eyes and face clearly. Her eyes are crimson like sweet pomegranate seeds

(No illustrations for this scene :<)

Gravesfield was lit up in a rare mood, people were at a harvest festival. The crisp fall breeze bringing about leaves everywhere and the night was just right. Just a little chilly not by much, and it was a very clear night you could see the stars out easily. Tho by puritan tradition excessive drinking or doing too many reckless or "sinful" deeds were considered very bad they were granted special days like this to at least moderately let loose , dance, sing, drink, play music, party time, but Philip was never into any of that and just rather stay outside of where the band was playing, people were dancing and singing, and having a fun time, he instead was reading a book on something, and doing a bit of writing, Caleb kept trying to invite him into the party but sadly Pip kept refusing, Caleb decided Philip is better like this and went back to the party, Philip being alone on a log outside the festivities, when suddenly he noticed a woman was also out here for some reason, in the night air with only the moon and stars out, he tried to ignore her presence for now tho, his book and writing practice was important to him , it would help in his future endeavors and to help him make money he thought. And that's important to him right now

Teen Philip starter for you!!! (You don't gotta do the other if you don't wanna I got a but passionate about description this time lol)

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She was sitting on the soft grass and had a small oil lamp next to her, softly eliminating the ground before her. He could not see her face, her short curly dark chestnut brown hair covering her face from her cloak hood. She was was quietly sorting autumn leaves and flowers into a large heavy book, colour coding each leaf on each page. Her hands were pale, almost sickly, he caught a glimpse of her right forearm, a large healed scar on her forearm. The nails on her right thumb, index and middle finger were short and broken, presumably from always painting and writing. Her dress was a soft cherry red, an uncommon colour of clothing In Gravesfield unless someone was of higher status. She was softly swaying side to side to the rhythm of the music in the distance. She’s not paying any attention to her surroundings, but her loner behaviour was a rather suspicious for a woman In Gravesfield.

(Thank youuu!! Sorry it’s shorter than the starter)

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She gets startled by the sudden talking having not expected to have anyone near her. She shuts her heavy book and sits upright, her soft crimson eyes subtly visible under her hood. She had a small sharp upturned nose and sharp canine teeth, that stuck out of her mouth as she spoke. “O-Oh-! Um! Uh.. good evening..! I’m collecting leaves for later.. I don’t like parties and I can’t handle loud music or noises.. or people in general.” She Tilts her head curiously “…um, What are you doing out here mister..?”

Gravesfield was lit up in a rare mood, people were at a harvest festival. The crisp fall breeze bringing about leaves everywhere and the night was just right. Just a little chilly not by much, and it was a very clear night you could see the stars out easily. Tho by puritan tradition excessive drinking or doing too many reckless or "sinful" deeds were considered very bad they were granted special days like this to at least moderately let loose , dance, sing, drink, play music, party time, but Philip was never into any of that and just rather stay outside of where the band was playing, people were dancing and singing, and having a fun time, he instead was reading a book on something, and doing a bit of writing, Caleb kept trying to invite him into the party but sadly Pip kept refusing, Caleb decided Philip is better like this and went back to the party, Philip being alone on a log outside the festivities, when suddenly he noticed a woman was also out here for some reason, in the night air with only the moon and stars out, he tried to ignore her presence for now tho, his book and writing practice was important to him , it would help in his future endeavors and to help him make money he thought. And that's important to him right now

Teen Philip starter for you!!! (You don't gotta do the other if you don't wanna I got a but passionate about description this time lol)

@the-brothers-wittebane

She was sitting on the soft grass and had a small oil lamp next to her, softly eliminating the ground before her. He could not see her face, her short curly dark chestnut brown hair covering her face from her cloak hood. She was was quietly sorting autumn leaves and flowers into a large heavy book, colour coding each leaf on each page. Her hands were pale, almost sickly, he caught a glimpse of her right forearm, a large healed scar on her forearm. The nails on her right thumb, index and middle finger were short and broken, presumably from always painting and writing. Her dress was a soft cherry red, an uncommon colour of clothing In Gravesfield unless someone was of higher status. She was softly swaying side to side to the rhythm of the music in the distance. She’s not paying any attention to her surroundings, but her loner behaviour was a rather suspicious for a woman In Gravesfield.

(Thank youuu!! Sorry it’s shorter than the starter)

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