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Claps for Cirrus 👏👏👏💚

Quick digital sketch of Cirrus!! STAY SPOOKY! 🦇✨💜

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Your art has been spectacular! Won’t lie about that. I’ve just…been missing your masked ghouls art too, I won’t lie about that either. 👉👈 Especially the Era ii (the ancients masked style) they are so cool the way you draw them.

(I know it’s because of that anon and the supposed “same face” thing) But if you want to show who is who, you could that thing you have done before with highlighting their eyes with their element color.

Idk, I’m rambling, I love your art 🖤

Thank you, anon! And honestly, I’ve missed drawing them that way, too. I just didn’t want to upset with the same face syndrome (I’ve been working on it)

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Have some babies this morning…

(banana is sick and bedridden today; i’ll be doing a looooooottt of drawing i think)

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Have some babies this morning…

(banana is sick and bedridden today; i’ll be doing a looooooottt of drawing i think)

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My first participation in WIP Wednesday. I love Omen and need to finish her story.

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"My dear, please rest. You aren't well."

Omen thrashed in her bed, a fever ravaging her body and making her visions completely nonsensical, even to patient and stalwart Tash, her constant companion.

"She calls to me. I see her. I need to know her."

Tash presses a cool damp cloth to her forehead, she swats his hand away.

"Don't cover. Don't hide her. I need to see!"

"You're exhausted, Omen. If you won't go to the infirmary, please let me help."

She sits bolt upright and stares him down, face flush but eyes clear.

"If you want to help, let this happen. Let me find her. Admit what they've done to me. Realize the sentence they've put on you. And subvert the paradigm. That's how you help me."

Tash blinked, startled. Usually Omen's lucidity was timid and demure, almost apologetic. This show of will was very different, and for her to speak as though she's some kind of caged animal, his brain had trouble reconciling. Nevertheless he reached out to smooth her hair, sitting on the edge of her bed to face her.

"My dear, please, for me? Please rest and we'll investigate more tomorrow? Perhaps you'll be well then and I can help you?"

Omen sighed, defeated. Her lip trembled and her eyes welled as she nodded and laid back down. Tash stood to gently kiss her forehead.

"I'm going to ask the infirmary for something to help you. I'm just a thought away, as always."

Omen nodded and turned her face away, the tears falling as her eyes closed. Through their psychic connection, Tash could feel her anguish, her loneliness, not for the first time. He fought back his own tears as he walked, wanting desperately to open up to her and confess, but knowing he'd be rejected. They had a working relationship, nothing more. And besides, she didn't like men, and he was one.

At least, currently.

Aether was on duty that night. His charting was done and his office was quiet, his feet up on the desk as he read. He marked his page as Tash entered.

"Good evening, Sibling, what can I do for you?" He smiled as he set his reading glasses on the desk.

Tash sat and took a deep breath. "Omen says she's seeing someone in her visions that she needs to get to, to access, to know. And I think it's time."

Aether lowered his feet to the floor and sat forward. "Are you sure? Do you think she's ready?"

"She said something about the sentence put upon me. She's closer to the truth than she knows. We need to let her meet Natasha."

Aether nodded solemnly and stood, walked to a locked cabinet, and unlocked it with a key from his massive keyring. He retrieved a box from it and gave it to Tash. "I've kept it safe for you. The Quintessence will help it work faster, but it still won't be immediate. Human bodies have limits." He smiled fondly at Tash, who nodded as well.

"I'll come to see you as things progress and of course if any problems arise. Thank you, Lord Aether." He turned to leave, hearing the Ghoul's gentle rumble as he did.

"Best wishes, Sister."

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My first participation in WIP Wednesday. I love Omen and need to finish her story.

@the-moon-in-the-gutter @to-spread-the-ministry

"My dear, please rest. You aren't well."

Omen thrashed in her bed, a fever ravaging her body and making her visions completely nonsensical, even to patient and stalwart Tash, her constant companion.

"She calls to me. I see her. I need to know her."

Tash presses a cool damp cloth to her forehead, she swats his hand away.

"Don't cover. Don't hide her. I need to see!"

"You're exhausted, Omen. If you won't go to the infirmary, please let me help."

She sits bolt upright and stares him down, face flush but eyes clear.

"If you want to help, let this happen. Let me find her. Admit what they've done to me. Realize the sentence they've put on you. And subvert the paradigm. That's how you help me."

Tash blinked, startled. Usually Omen's lucidity was timid and demure, almost apologetic. This show of will was very different, and for her to speak as though she's some kind of caged animal, his brain had trouble reconciling. Nevertheless he reached out to smooth her hair, sitting on the edge of her bed to face her.

"My dear, please, for me? Please rest and we'll investigate more tomorrow? Perhaps you'll be well then and I can help you?"

Omen sighed, defeated. Her lip trembled and her eyes welled as she nodded and laid back down. Tash stood to gently kiss her forehead.

"I'm going to ask the infirmary for something to help you. I'm just a thought away, as always."

Omen nodded and turned her face away, the tears falling as her eyes closed. Through their psychic connection, Tash could feel her anguish, her loneliness, not for the first time. He fought back his own tears as he walked, wanting desperately to open up to her and confess, but knowing he'd be rejected. They had a working relationship, nothing more. And besides, she didn't like men, and he was one.

At least, currently.

Aether was on duty that night. His charting was done and his office was quiet, his feet up on the desk as he read. He marked his page as Tash entered.

"Good evening, Sibling, what can I do for you?" He smiled as he set his reading glasses on the desk.

Tash sat and took a deep breath. "Omen says she's seeing someone in her visions that she needs to get to, to access, to know. And I think it's time."

Aether lowered his feet to the floor and sat forward. "Are you sure? Do you think she's ready?"

"She said something about the sentence put upon me. She's closer to the truth than she knows. We need to let her meet Natasha."

Aether nodded solemnly and stood, walked to a locked cabinet, and unlocked it with a key from his massive keyring. He retrieved a box from it and gave it to Tash. "I've kept it safe for you. The Quintessence will help it work faster, but it still won't be immediate. Human bodies have limits." He smiled fondly at Tash, who nodded as well.

"I'll come to see you as things progress and of course if any problems arise. Thank you, Lord Aether." He turned to leave, hearing the Ghoul's gentle rumble as he did.

"Best wishes, Sister."

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Where’s my janitor ghouls

Where’s my sound and light engineer ghouls

Where’s my ghouls that tend to the costumes and uniforms

Where’s my ghouls that work in the ministry food court

Where’s my garden assistant ghouls and child caregiving ghouls

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I don't reaaallly draw as often as i'd like and i'm still a beginner, but i wanted to share this old Pebble art i made with my headcanons for him!

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Consider if you will some angst, Omega visiting Terzo's grave. It is not a grand affair, many don't know where he goes when he disappears. He walks silently and solemnly toward the small graveyard behind the small chapel hidden in the corner of the ground's gardens. Fog hangs heavy in the air and morning dew clings to the grass surrounding the marble stone. Terzo's stone contrasts his stage presence, simple and humble. The flowers that Omega brings every week surround the headstone, Mountain hasn't noticed the missing red carnations, white lilies, and forget-me-nots that Omega has been clipping from the garden. Omega kneels in front of Terzo's stone and lowers his head, his shoulders shake and he cries silently as his forehead presses to the cold marble.

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the slayification of copia

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Карасик 🐟

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Hey you all. I'm currently very sick, so I won't be posting much. This will also affect my commission work sadly but I'll get back to it once I feel better!

Also here's another drawing I did in my sketch book a few days ago. I tried out some silver and gold pens :)

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Commission for sammykingslayer on Instagram :)

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my rite here rite now dvd arrived so i rewatched it today! i was inspired to draw this

speedpaint under the cut!

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“Do not touch me! I am the Red Death who passes by!”

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casting a spell of finish your wip rb to pass it on

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Day 2 of missing Aether