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[maxandkon]

The chances of seeing a mini Ogre riding twerking Scrib in your bed were small... but never zero

[carefuldarling1]

Hi everyone! How are you? While I was on sick leave, I got into watching the series The Lord of the Rings. 😄

What captivated me the most was the second season and the character Adar. 🥰

OMG, I obviously noticed that they changed the actor in the second season, and I think it was a very successful replacement. But this Adar stole my heart, and it inspired me to write a separate story about him – how I would like to see this character in my own world and with different characters, haha. 🤭

So, after my sick leave, I plan to start writing.

By the way, I really want to try writing a new chapter for Soul of the Forest this weekend, but we’ll see how well I feel!

Have a great week, everyone! Don’t miss me too much! I’ll be back soon! 😇

[swamp-chicken]

Of Gods and Redstone, Chapter 12: Dawn

Story Summary: Etho is one of the most skilled redstone masters in a city famed for its redstone mastery. However, when his city is invaded, Etho is deemed a heretic and is forced to flee. Injured and helpless, Etho is rescued by a strange man who wears a moss cloak. Together, they decide what home means for them.

Chapter 12 here!!!!!

Chapter Summary: Etho tells Cleo how he really feels, but something keeps him holding on.

[macarollcake]

✨ Featuring an OC of mine named Serena from Occupation: Grim Reaper. ✨

🎨 I'll be making more characters for it, especially model sheets. I thought that it was stupid of me to start making a comic without model sheets, so here I am, finishing a couple o' more.

🎨 I'm deciding to redraw chapter one as well since my art changed. The art is outdated, but here's the link to the first chapter if you still want to read: Chapter 1.

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[monstertidbits]

ryoko kui is hands down the queen of character design

[dunmeshistash]

Dungeon Meshi - Humans and Demi-Humans

[riccardobanfi]

[blatherpuss]

Psy-Daze pg9!

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[maskv]

illustration By OGR lab which is me. 2023 May Project PV Illustration

[llamahearted]

two people will go through similar things & learn to cope in different ways

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[danilosamaph]

Vito Miccolis (Casino Royale), OGR Club, 14 May 2023, OGR - Officine Grandi Riparazioni, corso Castelfidardo 22, 10128 Turin, Italy [digital, 50.80cm x 33.87cm] | www.danilosama.ph

[thestuffedalligator]

When ogres travel, they do so in human shape.

They hate doing this. They think it’s beneath them. But they do it anyway.

The Vicomte Graoul de Saucisson – and this is another thing about ogres. Ogres as a species are nobility. There is no such thing as a low-born ogre. There is always room in the ogrish peerage for another vicomte, another prince, another branch to tie to the rotted tree – strode up to the chateau in human shape. The roses in the garden shivered as he passed by. The huge, high doors opened by themselves and he walked through them without a shift in his stride.

When the doors slammed shut behind him, he moved to shrug the shape off his shoulders like a coat.

Then he saw the woman.

He froze. He stared. She stared back.

He slowly pulled the shape back on. “Who are you?” he asked.

She looked mildly appalled. “Who are you?” she asked. “What are you doing in my home?”

“Your home? This is–” He stopped. He reconsidered. “I am the Vicomte de Saucisson,” he said. “I’m looking for the Marquis de Pamplemousse. He is a… colleague of mine.”

“Oh,” she said. She could’ve looked more abashed. “I’m sorry, monsieur, he’s never mentioned you before. You must be here to share your congratulations, of course, I can fetch him right away.”

“He’s never mentioned you either,” the vicomte did not say. “Of course,” he said. “Congratulations. What about?”

She seemed surprised. “Have you not heard? Monsieur, the curse on my husband has been lifted.”

He stared. His lips started to form the words “What curse,” and then there was a sound like a horse falling down a set of stairs and a man he had never seen before wearing the marquis’s clothes came barrelling down the hall.

“Vicomte!” said the man with the marquis’s voice. “My human friend! The curse has been lifted, and I am a human once again!”

He was slightly out of breath when he reached the woman. He clasped her arm and grinned at him with manic desperation. “This is wonderful news! You must be here to share your congratulations!”

“Lie like hell,” said the man’s eyes.

The vicomte stared. “Oh!” he said. “My – human friend! Human once again! Words fail me. After all these–” (there was the slightest hesitation) “–years?”

The woman put her head at an angle and narrowed her eyes at him.

The man walked up, still grinning like a rictus chimpanzee, and clasped a hand on his shoulder. “Yes, of course! Darling, me and the vicomte are going to have a manly one-on-one conversation while he shares his congratulations, as we human men are wont to do.” And then with a strength that could only be ogrish, the marquis pulled the vicomte by the shoulder down the hall and into a drawing room.

When the bolt of the lock clicked into place behind them, the man wearing the marquis’s clothes visibly sagged.

“What the hell,” said the vicomte.

“You should’ve sent word ahead that you'd be coming today.”

“I never do.” He gesticulated and tried to conjure a single question out of the swarm buzzing in his brain. “What the hell is going on? Who was that? Why are you pretending to be human? What curse are we talking about?”

The marquis groaned and crumpled into a chair. As he did he shifted out of human shape, clothes magically tailoring themselves to contain his ogrish form, something like a moose and an orangutan.

“I had a moment of weakness.”

“Are you sure it wasn’t a stroke?”

“I got married.”

“And that’s another thing–”

“Graoul, please.” He sighed and put his face in his talons. “Last winter a merchant broke into my home. He stole one of my roses, and in exchange I asked him to send me one of his daughters to be my bride.”

The vicomte nodded. This at least was a sacred and recognizable ogrish custom, and he did like to see the old ways in practice.

“And it was fine! It was perfectly lovely. She’s a wonderful woman, but one night I decided to put on a human shape to change things up in the bedroom, and she lost her mind! Started talking about how I was clearly an enchanted prince and that her love for me must’ve broken some curse and turned me human again! I had no idea how to tell her otherwise, and now I’ve done it for too long to back out.”

The vicomte stared. “Sorry,” he said. “You decided to turn into a human to spice things up in the bedroom, and that was the face you chose?”

The marquis growled. “If I knew I was going to be wearing it for the rest of my life I would’ve gone with something better.”

[swamp-chicken]

Of Gods and Redstone, Chapter 11: Choices

Story Summary: Etho is one of the most skilled redstone masters in a city famed for its redstone mastery. However, when his city is invaded, Etho is deemed a heretic and is forced to flee. Injured and helpless, Etho is rescued by a strange man who wears a moss cloak. Together, they decide what home means for them.

Chapter 11 right here

Chapter Summary: On the other side of the nether portal, Etho is left reeling.

[spaceshiporion]

[macarollcake]

Meet Kira, my ophthalmologist oc from a comic I'm making called Occupation: Grim Reaper!

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