#plague elemental

[curlybuttumbl]

Reposting this to the main blog now, here's these awesome things I drew a while ago

I didn't do the siren because I wasn't happy with how it was turning out lol!!

[aerchara]

its been a while since I last drew the thing

[the-meme-monarch]

ok sorry i didn’t go insane over emesis blue like i thought I would but it is making me scared irl now. i can’t turn over in bed bc what if there’s a severed head positioned like it’s peaking around the doorframe. what if i look over and The Butcher is there

[snobgoblin]

local man hyperfixates on research all day and gives himself a headache, then cuddles with the Countess in her bed, more at 6

[theeio]

i found some old art of my oc Plague way back in 2018🥲 and i tried doing some redraws, 6 years later!

i tried redrawing the first five here

[otter-pop-supreme]

Lil project ive been doing:

I've been making dress up “dolls” of TSS characters w fem and masc vers. Rn I have

-Rainbow

-Elemental

-Time

-Galaxy

-Void

-Memory

-Illusion

-Plague

Don't think I can show the bases, they nakey but rb w outfits for me to draw them in :3

May make more bases another time

[badlibbing]

Happy Riot of Rot 2023!

Let's visit our dear old mother and see what she has to say.

[meirimerens]

i perfectly understand that people go look at nsfw art of characters that are not OCs without knowing the source material they're just here for the. Well you know. but it still makes me softly giggle when people who've followed me on That Account Of Mine for months then ask what the characters i draw are from/if they're OCs because my pfp is the rat prophet boddho is namedropped directly in the bio & town-on-gorkhon in the pinned i have an entire post in the pinned thread detailing what the deal is. but then i have to be like do Not get into this game for the sex you are going to spit blood. but play it regardless you are going to spit blood for an entirely different reason that i looove i love itttt i love it

[crossbackpoke-check]

Dysprosium, Mary Soon Lee

dysprosium, AN 66, is a silvery-white rare earth metal. its name is derived from the greek dysprositos, meaning “hard to get at”, owing to the difficulty in separating and isolating this rare earth element. dysprosium is used to measure neutron flux, to fuel reactors, and to activate phosphors. terfenol-d is a magnetorestrictive alloy, meaning that it changes shape when a magnetic field is applied, and is used to manufacture underwater acoustic systems.

jason “robo” robertson, dallas stars #21 for @simmyfrobby’s nhl periodic table poems <3

[tsatsked]

I've headonioned an older brother for Dikke. RIP this man, he would love spices from a grocery store

[skitskatdacat63]

2009 Malaysian Grand Prix - Jenson Button(ft. Nick Heidfeld & Timo Glock)

[curlybuttumbl]

Oh boy more random older art!

[dianeramic]

A series of fantasy-themed ink illustrations I did for my TTRPG stock art venture! There's a lot of these coming up, so stay tuned for more!

My DriveThruRPG store, where I upload these for game developers to buy and use, is here!

[bunny--manders]

Vadim is back in Plague Doctor but the writing team has yet to answer my most pressing question: Is he trained as a classicist or a medievalist

[everybodyloveshippos]

High Priestess Vierna

[endupherefic]

Chapters: 15/? Fandom: The Arcana (Visual Novel) Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Apprentice/Julian Devorak, Apprentice/Lucio (The Arcana), Julian Devorak/Lucio (The Arcana), Apprentice/Julian Devorak/Lucio (The Arcana), Nadia (The Arcana)/Original Female Character(s), Lucio/Nadia (The Arcana) Characters: Julian Devorak, Lucio (The Arcana), Lucio Morgasson, Montag Morgasson - Character, Apprentice (The Arcana), Nazali Satrinava, Nadia Satrinava, Nadia (The Arcana), Original Female Character(s), Valdemar (The Arcana), Volta (The Arcana), Vulgora (The Arcana), Vlastomil (The Arcana), The Devil | Lucio's Patron (The Arcana), Count Spada, Asra (The Arcana), Salim Alnazar, Aisha Alnazar Additional Tags: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Friends to Enemies, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Polyamory, Blood, Injury, Mild Gore, Canon-Typical Violence, Romance, Slow Burn, Gender-Neutral Apprentice (The Arcana), Julian's POV, Lucio's POV, mentions of amputation, Sexual Tension, Sexual Content, Alcohol, Plague, Pre-Red Plague (The Arcana), Red Plague (The Arcana), Collar play, Threesome, Character Death, Graphic Depictions of Illness, Grief/Mourning, Depression, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Ghosts, Nightmares, descriptions of burning Chapter Summary: The Apprentice first appears to him a week or so after their passing. Lucio’s sleep that night is restless. He lies awake, staring vacantly at a sliver of moonlight that has strayed through his curtains and dared to cast its pale light across the floor. A sudden weight pressing into the mattress beside Lucio draws him from his haze. Thinking perhaps Nadia had crept into the room, Lucio turns to face her, but in the turbid darkness, all he can see is a shadowy figure staring down at him from where they sit. Eyes bore into him, a dull red glow emanating from their sockets. Lucio feels his limbs seize as he gapes back at the unsettlingly familiar figure, frozen in fear.

Chapter 15, The Plague: Ghosts of Ember and Ash

Lucio’s room reeks of sorrow and the sickly scent of fever. He is buried under his bedsheets, chin prickly with stubble and eyes crusted with salt and gunk. He is an utter wreck. Lucio does not remember the last time he saw the sun nor the last time he ate. His shriveled stomach aches with hunger and his dry mouth yearns for the sweet relief of water. His spirit hovers above him, watching as his pathetic body lies motionless in bed, too weary and broken to put any effort in anymore.

Time has had little to no meaning since the death of the Apprentice. In fact, Lucio cannot remember how much time has passed since he watched their frail body, covered only by a thin, white sheet, get carted off to the Lazaret. It is well known around Vesuvia that the Count has lost himself to fever, to delirium, and deep sorrow. Months seem to pass with Lucio hardly leaving his room, holed up in the darkness with the curtains drawn and the door firmly shut. His bedroom stinks of devastation, the musty, stuffy scent permeating the very tapestries on the walls. Rage surges through his veins. The hateful creature in Lucio’s heart feeds upon his desolation. It grows with every passing hour, hungrier and hungrier as he simmers in illness and despair. Wronged by his subjects. Wronged by the Devil. Wronged by the only people he thought truly cared for him...

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