#Colors of the End
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âI came as soon as I heard.â Dealers choice!
Isobele sat with her head in her hands. Eyes watering as she stared at the ground. Her head pounded and ached. Jeremiah laid in the hospital bed, IV in his arm and face screwed up in a pained expression despite being asleep. The door opened. Benjamin stood there, eyes wide. "I came as soon as I heard.. Is he okay?"
"I didn't even see him. He jumped in front of me. It was supposed to be me," Isobele said quietly. Guilt crawling up her throat. "It's okay Issy. You're okay. He's gonna be okay," Ben said, sitting next to her. He put a hand on her knee, a comforting gesture. "It takes more than a knife to kill people like us."
"You're an idiot." "I know."
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in all timelines in all possibilities only you can show me this
#artists on tumblr#Arcane#jayvik#Jayce Talis#Viktor#arcane spoilers#my art#I saw That Shot (you know the one) and my brain broke with how beautiful it was#and then I was like wait those colors... oh my god what if...#aaaand I've always wanted to draw the klimt kiss ref#looks like these two were the ones who got it in the end hah#but phew this tested me in so many ways with figuring things out
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⢠The Hanged Man â˘
âCompared to what Falin went through? This is nothing.â
#my art#laios touden#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#dunmeshi laios#hanged man#falin touden#dungeon meshi spoilers#cw blood#walk it off kid walk it off#I really thought hanged man was a good choice for this moment#hanged man is all about sacrifice and introspection and intuition#and a moment of trials that lead to clarity#also when he was falling??? with the blood out of the dragons mouth???#stunning#i love him so much#the line art for this was so fast and then I colored and revolted the flats for like. 20 hours#like how it turned out in the end tho#kavaleyre
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teenage rite of passage: bad haircut
#i was gonna draw pacifica in a bunch of short hairstyles but i got tired .. maybe some other time#they're probably around 14 here#gravity falls#pacifica northwest#mabel pines#dipper pines#dipcifica#fan art#comic#becki draws stuff n stuff#i forgot to color in her eyeshadow...... ending it all
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pacifica, mabel + relativity falls with transfem dipper aka losing your sister and discovering you have one all in the same day
my og tweet abt this below
#gravity falls#mabel pines#pacifica northwest#dipper pines#transfem dipper#relativity falls#gabuart#coloring gets super messy at the end bc i drew it seperately#and got lazy#but it looks like a stylistic choice for the tone so lets just say that it is
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#Guess who's the only one allowed to stay
#911#911 abc#911edit#byaurore#usersavana#userveronika#usereena#buddie#oliver stark#ryan guzman#tuserlou#useraudrey2#userrlaura#jddryder#tuserpris#userisaiah#usernicolo#ajlook#userabs#alivedean#911net#mialook#userriel#useralien#userthai#the coloring is on the floor it's 7pm and all i wanna do is sleeping gn i guess#you know that theory that buck is gonna end up staying with Eddie because heâs broke? yeah.
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#izutsumei#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#izutsumi#meijack chils#meijack#flertom chils#flertom#I imagine they started dating because Izutsumi was freeloading at Meijack's place and she just decided to stick around lmao#*proceeds to eat your hair*#my head-canon is Meijack's hair has Chilchuck's color but her mom's texture#so it ends up wavy/curly when out of braids#art#having more fun with screentones
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âA thousand generations serve to praiseâŚâ
#listening to the 1996 ending and getting emotional at the last line#thinkin bout how even literally thousands of generations later weâre still making new adaptations of this guy#and still talking about everyoneâs favorite lil monkey guy#and after all - isnât that true immortality?#sun wukong#jttw sun wukong#journey to the west 1986#journey to the west 1996#havoc in heaven#monkey king#monkey king reborn#lego monkie kid#lmk sun wukong#lmk fanart#digital art#my art#journey to the west#Iâve been wanting to make a piece like this for a while#thank god for the symmetry toolâŚ#Iâve been really locked into work lately so this was a relaxation piece#my only regret is that I didnât have enough stamina to shade it#but I still like the vibrant colors a lot so itâs cool đ#I ordered it by timeline#some of my favorite Wukongs :)
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do you guys ever think about how Wyll is introduced as an archetypal fantasy hero, but then it turns out heâs a warlock, who made a pact with a devil. Do you ever think about how Ansur is described as this fantastical dragon of myth, but then when you find him, heâs turned into an undead monstrosity. Do you think about how when Wyll does the right thing, he is punished to become more monstrous. Do you think about how as Wyllâs warlock powers grow, his spells get more horrific. Do you think about how Ansur was killed by his closest friend. Do think about how Wyll was cast out by the most important person in his life. do you guys ever think about Ansur and Wyll.
#tw mild gore#bg3#wyll ravengard#bg3 ansur#baldur's gate 3#bg3 spoilers#ask to tag#wahoo had a lot of fun with the colors in this#we could have had it alllllll wyll shouldve been able to bond with the dragon#like ough how do you think wyll feels about casting spells like eyebite and blight#the ending of his quest is so.... lackluster#i like the emperor i think hes really interesting but like... he does kinda swoop in and take over the end of wyll's personal quest...
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top ten polycules most likely to destroy all life on earth
#close to the end of my reread. thinking of them fondly.#dungeon meshi#labru#kabumisu#stupid mspaint sketch colored in csp because i am procrastinating hard as hell. ur welcome#my art#labrumisu#<- im stupid i forgot to tag what this actually is. better late than never
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OFMD S2 Ep3-5 + Edward "Heart-Eyes" Teach
#OFMD#Our Flag Means Death#OFMD Season 2#OFMD S2#OFMD S2 Spoilers#Edward Teach#Taika Waititi#Edit#ofmd gifs#ofmdgifs#ofmdedit#ofmdsource#ofmdblog#ofmddaily#tvgifs#tvedit#WHEW lol was experimenting with BITING COLOR TONES#and ended up marveling over the babiestgirl that ever did babygirl
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COLORS OF THE END #2: Silver of the Knife
Synopsis: Isobele gets revenge. CW: Child soldiers, stabbing, blood, GORE GORE GORE, hallucinations, bug hallucinations, really graphic description of gore and wounds, cauterization, lady whump, Ben and Isobele's ceaseless bickering even as one of them is dying, pain, passing out due to pain, I think that's it??? let me know if I missed anything Previous | Masterlist | Next Word count: 2.9k
It only took a moment. A moment's distraction. A singular glint of something familiar to pull her attention away from what was important. A flash of something from her past. It was just a doll. A singular doll made from cloth. Clearly hand stitched. Peeking out from under a tent. Isobele didnât know why it called to her like so, but she couldnât help herself. She crouched, grabbing it, examining it in her hand. Ben and Jeremiah were talking on the other end of the camp, she could hear their voices. Talking idly about something she couldnât be bothered about.Â
Isobele heard him before she felt him. His foot rustled the tent. She spun around to face him, if she couldnât see him, her power wouldnât work. But she saw his eyes, he was already too close. The knife slid in like butter. Just beneath her left rib cage. It slid out just as easily. Her hand grabbed the wrist, twisting. He grunted, kicking her backwards with a foot to her stomach. âYou killed the kid. He was.. He was just a kid,â he whispered as he turned around, ready to run.Â
There was nowhere to run for him. Her breath caught in her throat. Hand covering her wound. She ignored the burning pain, the way every breath seemed to send more blood on her hand. She was ripped apart from the inside. Isobele shook her head, she needed to focus. Focus on what was in front of her. Push through the pain. Sheâd done this before. She could do it again. âI donât see any kids here,â Isobele said, voice soft.Â
The man's head was not hard to get into, she ripped through it with relative ease. A name was in the forefront of his mind. Julius. Not his name. His name was unimportant though. She just needed a few pictures, some images and she could create something new. Something horrifying.Â
âAll I see is you.âÂ
His own hands were covered in blood. Not his blood. It traveled up his arms, under his shirt, up to his neck. Over his chin, into his mouth. He was choking on it. He wasnât choking, but he felt like he was, hands going to his throat. Scratching at it.Â
No survivors.Â
Bugs crawling over him, into his mouth, the hand with the knife, glints in the light. Silver and red. A reflection. The knife carves into the soft flesh of his throat, splitting it down the middle. The knife falls into the dirt. His hands dug into the skin, poking and prodding. Pulling. Strings of muscle and she could see the bone in his throat. His trachea was open to the world. Blood spills down his front, completely covering his chest. Honestly, itâs a wonder heâs still alive as he falls to his knees. Gurgling sounds coming from him. One last push, more feelings of something crawling there. His own hand grabbed his trachea, fingers around the bone, and she saw him pull. More choking sounds, and the light in his eyes dies. He fell forward, his hand outstretched. His trachea was in his hand, covered in red and bits of pink.Â
Her job was finished and the pain came back tenfold. Her breathing was labored and she finally mustered the strength to call out.Â
âBenjamin! Jeremiah!â she calls, grunting as she forces herself to a standing position. âCome here for a secondâŚâ Her world spun and she took a step forward. The pain shooting down her leg, up inside her ribs.Â
âOh shit.. Oh shit. Issy,â Ben screeched, immediately rushing to her side, arm around her waist, holding her up. âWhy the fuck would you get stabbed at a time like this huh?âÂ
âWhat like I had a choice?â she bit out.Â
âCould have gotten stabbed closer to the train. Youâd bleed less.âÂ
âYouâre a dick.â âGuys stop,â said Jeremiah, staring at the treeline. Probably gauging whether they could make it to the train before she bled out. That would be nice, she was actually quite keen on not dying. Besides it would be a real strike to her ego if she died from something as stupid as a stab wound. As Jeremiah calculated, Ben got to work. Pressing his own hand to her side.Â
âPressure Issy. Lots of pressure.â Isobele hissed through her teeth, groaning. Finally she let herself lean against him, her world spinning for a moment. Vision going grey. She bit down the nausea in her stomach, crawling its way up her throat. She was so tired suddenly and she slumped forward.Â
âNo. No. Come on Isobele. Do not pass out right now. I swear to everything, I will kill you if you die.âÂ
Oh, full name, she was in trouble now wasnât she?Â
âWe need to cauterize it,â came the voice in front of her. Jeremiahâs soft and still cracking voice. God he was so young. âSheâs bleeding too much. We need to do it now.âÂ
âYeah.. Yeah.. Do what he says. For once the kid is right,â Isobele agreed, as Benjamin started to set her down. He left her sitting up against a box of supplies, she held her hand over her wound. Her throat felt like it was closing. Why did she want to cry? She was not going to die here. That was just an embarrassing thought. Â
She didnât realize that Ben and Jeremiah were arguing until she looked at them again. Oh, she must have blacked out a little. Their words came flooding back into her head. âJeremiah you have to. Come on. You have to heat up the knife, Isobele doesnât have her daggers and even if she did sheâs too weak to charge it herself.âÂ
âNo! I donât want to. Iâll lose control and.. and.. I canât control it that well.â âYes you can. You have to Jem. Come on. If you donât she will die. Do you want her to die, Jem?âÂ
Jeremiah stepped away from Benjamin, who was holding the knife that had been used to stab her. It glinted in the light. Even covered in blood it still shined. Isobele found herself wondering if she could be like that too. Still silver even under the cover of blood.Â
âYouâre scaring him Ben. You keep that up and this whole place goes up into ash. Including us. I actually plan on making it back to the rendezvous. What about you? Calm down, take a deep breath. Iâm not going to die here if you just think for a moment, idiot.âÂ
Ben turned to her, eyes wide, then he glanced at Jeremiah. Jeremiah was panicking too, breathing fast, static was filling the air. Slowly, Ben approached the kid. One hand snaked around Jeremiahâs head, cradling it and he pressed his forehead against his. âHey kid, breathe. Iâm sorry. I got scared. Let it get the best of me. Wonât happen again I swear. But youâre in control here okay? Youâve got it. Deep breaths and you can do it.âÂ
Jeremiahâs hand shook but he gripped the sharp end of the knife. Static in the air once again. There was silence for a moment before the knifeâs color changed from silver to the orange of fire. Ben smiled.
âGood. Good,â Ben said softly, as Jeremiah retracted his hand wincing. It was cut and it smelled like burnt flesh. âWeâll get you cleaned up when we get back okay?â Then Ben kneeled down over her legs, lifting her shirt to reveal the wound. She winced as the shirt stuck to it. It was open and as she uncovered it with her hand, more blood gushed out. Ben hissed through his teeth, holding the knife over the wound. So close she could feel the heat.Â
Isobele couldnât look at it, instead she just looked at him. She looked at Benjamins brown eyes that meant safety. Swallowing thickly she nodded.Â
âDo you need something to bite on orââÂ
âGeez, just do i-âÂ
Isobele screamed.Â
Her world went black. She was back home in her hammock, staring at the clouds. Silver. They were silver. Not clean silver like the knife she could see her reflection in, but a grey silver that seemed angry and tired.Â
She came to in Benjamins arms. He was carrying her with his hands under her knees, the other around the small of her back. Oh god, she was never going to live this one down was she? She could hear him now.Â
I saved your life, blah blah blah.Â
Gross. Sheâd never admit to it.Â
It was a slow trek through the forest, mostly quiet save for Benâs slow humming of a song she didnât recognize.Â
âI can see your eyes open, I know youâre awake.âÂ
âBarely,â she groaned, âtell anyone back at base about this and I will kill you.âÂ
âYeah, yeah, yeah, kill me when you can stand upright by yourself,â Ben said with a small laugh. He shifted her in his arms and pain shot through her body. Up in her stomach and down into her legs. She was on fire. Isobele whimpered and shook her head.Â
âBen,â Isobele whispered, âIt hurts.âÂ
âI know. Weâll get you to Sonya and sheâll heal you up okay?â There was a tension in his voice. Worry? She ignored that. She always ignored it so that it didnât have to live in her head that Ben cared about her. It was easier to deal with if she pretended that they hated each other. Â
Jeremiah whistled lowly, signaling something. They stopped moving, listening, and waiting. A few seconds later a whistle came through the forest, sharp and loud. They all looked at each other, then stepped through the foliage.Â
Zachary stood next to the train, leaning against the sleek metal flipping a coin in his hand. She never understood his obsession with that coin. They didnât even use coins like that anymore. Only in areas where they held onto old ways, too afraid to change. But most people used batteries now, they were way more valuable than some old coin with a dead guy's face on it.
The man pushed himself to stand straighter, staring at them. The disappointment was written all over him. It made her stomach do a flip. Zachary was always disappointed in them. Somehow there was always something they could do better, something they could improve on. Nothing was ever satisfactory.Â
Zachary walked up to them and looked at the wound for a moment, leaning down and pressing a hand gently on it. It set fire under her skin. She squirmed away and looked up at Ben, whose face was carefully neutral. Even if his grip had tightened slightly.Â
âWhat happened?â Zachary asked, his voice smooth, brows furrowed in worry.
âShe got hurt. We need Sonya,â Ben said, voice shaking a bit.Â
âJeremiah what happened to her?âÂ
Jeremiah seemed to appear from nowhere, stepping up beside Ben. Zachary always asked him for the truth, because he always told it. Jem was annoying like that. Always following orders perfectly and telling the truth. The good thing was, Isobele was the only one who truly knew what happened. She pictured the manâs trachea in his hand, covered in blood and muscle. There was a certain pride that she took in her work. In the way that she could make people do what she wanted, see what she wanted. She was strong enough to make a man tear out his own throat with his bare hands. She wasnât strong enough to stop him from stabbing her first though.Â
âIâm not sure, Sir. She was alone when we caught up with her. She had already been stabbed and the man was dead. Isobele killed him. Sir, he tore out his own throat. It was impressive. There was-âÂ
Zachary raised his hand to stop Jeremiah from speaking and the boy's mouth clamped shut. âThatâs enough. Take her inside. Iâll have Terry set her up with an IV and pain killers,â he said sighing, âIâll talk to you later about paying attention to your surroundings. You let someone sneak up on you. You could have died.âÂ
She almost did. Isobele cringed slightly at the reprimand. Ignoring the urge to hide her face in Benâs shoulder. Resisting the urge to put a thought into Zacharyâs head about crawling under the train and letting it cut him in half when it started moving.Â
Ben huffed a breath, âCan we go inside now? She isnât as light as she looks and my arms are going numb.âÂ
âYouâre an ass,â she grumbled.Â
Zachary sighed, stepping aside. Placing a hand on Benâs shoulder and whispering something in his ear that Isobele couldnât hear. Benâs jaw tensed and he nodded, stepping up on the train steps and carrying her inside.Â
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The rest of it, getting the IV, everything was a blur. She blamed that on the painkillers. On the brightside, she was able to sleep through most of the train ride back. Sleeping ten out of twelve hours was something she didnât do often and she was grateful at the opportunity. When she woke up, her head felt like it was filled with cotton. Everything blurred but there was one thing that was clear in her vision. Jeremiah, he sat in the chair across from her, one leg crossed over the other, book in his hand in the dim light. His hands were bandaged, again.
âOh,â he said softly. âYouâre awake. You slept a lot. Ben told Zachary to let you.âÂ
âHow long have I been asleep?â she asked, moving to set up, fire spread through her abdomen and she cringed. Maybe sitting up wasnât the best idea. âNo Sonya?â she asked.Â
âNo sheâs back at base, sheâll heal you when you get there.â âOh.â Jeremiah hummed, closing his book and he looks up at her. Heâs got odd eyes. The kid had always had odd eyes. One light blue, like ice, the other so black you could drown in them. He had a soft voice, a soft demeanor. He was soft all around. Jeremiah was also stupidly tall for a fourteen year old. Or perhaps she was just stupidly small.Â
Jeremiah leaned forward and pulled something from his back pocket. It glints in the light. The knife. The one that stabbed her. She reached for it, grabbing it by the handle and looking it over. Itâs heavy, heavier than she thought. The handle is carved from wood. In the wood is carved a V. She thumbs with the sharpness, impressed. It makes a soft sound when she flicks her thumb across. Perfect.Â
âThought you might want to add it to the collection,â he said, shrugging and leaning back.Â
âYeah. Itâs a nice dagger.âÂ
âShiny,â he agreed awkwardly. God he was so fucking awkward. What was it? The murder at age twelve? Or was it just his regular personality? Either way it was fucking strange. Jeremiah was strange.Â
âYouâre fucking weird kid,â She commented, flipping the knife in her hand.Â
âThank you,â Jeremiah said, tilting his head to the side. âI have something else for you.âÂ
âWhat is it?âÂ
Jeremiah pulled something out of his front pocket. A paper. He unfolded it slightly and it came to life. A small paper crane. Perhaps a homage to one of their first meetings. When Isobele was a grand age of eleven and Jem was a shy eight year old. She held out her hand and he gently transferred it to her palm.Â
It was an old memory, a fond one. One of her only ones when it came to Jeremiah. He hadnât talked when he first came to them. Zachary said that he was just adjusting, Isobele believed that he just had nothing to say. It was after a particularly hard day of pushing herself, of training too hard like usual. She sat in the hallway outside of the arena, catching her breath. Jeremiah came out to join her. Placed a paper crane in her hand.Â
She made it look like it was flying, and had it soar around the hallway. Just like now as she made it look like it was flying around the room. It flew by Jeremiahâs head, and around her own. It flew toward the window and landed on the sill. They watched for a moment before the illusion flickered and the crane stayed still in her hand.Â
âThank you,â she whispered. Something digging at her chest, making her throat close. Jeremiah was a kind soul. If he had the choice heâd probably never hurt a fly. Yet here he was, making sure that there were no survivors in a rebel camp. And gifting her silver knives and paper cranes.Â
âI figured you could use something good,â he said with a smile, patting the bed twice and standing up, moving to leave.Â
âYou donât have to go. You could stay.âÂ
âAnd do what?âÂ
She glanced at the book in the boy's hand. âTell me about your book.âÂ
Jeremiahâs face brightened and he sat down again, starting to talk. She was barely listening, she just didnât want to be alone. He didnât seem to mind as she stared out the window. She thumbed her finger over the carved V in the handle, vaguely wondering what the name of the man was that she killed. That she made carve out his own throat.Â
It didnât matter, she decided, he was dead anyway.Â
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#whump fic#whump#whumpblr#sunshine writes whump#child soldiers#Colors of the End#cauterization#superpowers#superpower whump#stabbing#GORE#cw: gore#cw blood#hallucinations#forced hallucinations#minor whump
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better together
#genuinely think this is what they were up to during the end of season 13#also I think Cas helped Dean move furniture into the Dean cave#like especially when they have a bunch of refugees in the bunks idk I think Cas was chilling in Deanâs#room even if they just watched movies and sat side by sideâŚ#I was going to color in jacket so itâs not the trench coat but⌠looked strange⌠idk he weird af not going to lie.. but took his shoes off#supernatural#castiel#dean winchester#deancas#my art#destiel
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Leo learns something about himself đłď¸ââ§ď¸
Based roughly on this old post.
Bonus:
[Leo is taking the fact that he was born biologically female simultaneously very well and also not so well but overall heâs mostly coping with the fact that it was Draxum that just essentially gave him the turtle equivalent of âThe Talkâ.]
#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt leo#rise leo#trans leonardo#trans leo#rottmnt headcanons#turtle art tag#rise draxum#happy pride everyone~#if youâre wondering why thereâs no backgrounds thatâs because my files got messed up so just blankness in the bg sorry#but yeah!#this is forever and always my fav headcanon for Leo it makes too much sense to me#I wanted to make sure I got it done in time for pride haha#I donât know if itâs obvious by the end but Draxum ran off because he was for once doing something nice for Leo#that being leading him somewhere else not in front of everyone so Leo can process the fact that he was born female in peace haha#(but he also just - wanted to avoid the ensuing awkward Talk as long as he could lol)#âhow would Leo NOT knowââ he had an inkling but never thought much of it because heâs a teenage turtle mutant with no access to healthcare#also yeah thatâs splinterâs hand at the end there I just KNOW heâd want those pics#also also - Leo here can technically be trans or even intersex in some way too#both is good#making this made me remember why I never do color#at least for comics#it just takes sooo long#but it was fun and worth it for my fave hc#this is like the first time Iâve drawn Draxum and man heâs kinda hard to draw#also their sizes are just 1 2 and 3 because Draxum had a simple system in place for sizing his subjects#(aka I was too lazy to think of anything else to put there)#also dunno if anyone noticed but look at Raphâs paper and look at his babyâs selfâs photo
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in which aziraphale reverts to old habits, crowley is outraged, and they still do not talk about it
#good omens#ineffable husbands#I need you guys to know I started this a month ago but couldnât work on it bc of classes#and as soon as the quarter ended I inked colored and added an additional page in the span of like 5 days LMAO#aziraphale#crowley#also Crowley has only been made aware of real communication tm bc of nina and Maggie#I firmly believe aziraphale will not learn the art of saying what you mean until well into season 3#yay miscommunication#comic#2023 art
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(happy eclipse day yesterdayđđđ)
#dddaily4sherin#day 274!#geminitay#pearlescentmoon#mumbo jumbo#grian#goodtimeswithscar#cubfan135#ethoslab#smallishbeans#tangotek#impulsesv#skizzleman#hermitblr#hermitcraft#hermitcraft season 10#solar eclipse#my art#magic mountain#magical mountain#(GUYS WHICH ONE I SWEAR)#decked out diamond#(??? no clue if that ended up being their group name)#idk about the colors anymore i have stared at this for too long i just need to post it now. hope it looks ok HKASJDJASDkj#i considered drawing all the hermits but id probably die#:D ECLIPSE WOOOOOOO i dont think i did it justice that much ngl but tried my best o7
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