In Memory Of Another Life

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Night Terrors

So I was watching a friend play COTL's DLC and-

This was my immediate thought about how that shoe got lost /lh /hj

Huzzah!

"Playcare ATT. your Service!"

Close up shots below:

Hella proud of this one; it was a struggle fitting her name in there

Real or not…

You are a part of me that I will mist.

Crab

he looks so cute in my style it’s simultaneously adorable and vaguely off-putting  also old sharpies with flattened tips and his antlers do uh. do not get along.

i love how fluffy his shadow-cloak looks though. all of my interpretations of the beast are made for snuggling i cannot escape this curse i do not wish to

The irony in how I finished sketching and digitalizing HH Lucifer in a couple hours and a week, respectively, whereas it took me a month to get done with HH Emily for the art trade with my friend @lazycandice

Said friend is also the same person whom I dedicate these pieces to lmao (we met up in person for the first time and she asked me to draw that sketch of "the man, the myth, the legend" in her sketchpad =w=)

A Golden Apple

This battle has stretched on longer than they were familiar with. Perhaps it's because they persisted longer; defended the tower the hardest they could. They were wise in their experience, but not wise enough when fields of wheat were replaced by the pit of lava before them, with hot armor being all they had for a soft bed, while the rough hands that loosely held on the enchanted blade had forgotten the warmth and texture of fresh bread.

They plod over to the chest hidden behind a pillar, pulling its lid up to see weapons and armors of the highest quality... and no food.

"Ah, seriously, what kind of army doesn't stockpile food?"

"I don't know." A couple lava pops pass as the soldier took a second to realize that wasn't their voice; it was younger, softer, and confident. "I do have food, though."

The soldier leisurely turned their head to see the sharp end of a sword pointed at them, and behind it was a young mercenary. The young mercenary stood tall with a hardened gaze, their grip on their sword carrying more power than the weapon itself.

The soldier, however, only sat comfortably on the warm stone floor, their back against the chest, without even bothering to pick up their weapon. The young mercenary blinked in confusion, much more when the soldier casually commented "nice".

"What.. aren't you going to fight?"

"And be killed by you? No thanks, starvation is already doing that."

The soldier's immediate, straightforward response caused the young mercenary's grip on their sword to lessen. The young mercenary looked down on the soldier, seeing their slacked form equipped in diamond while an enchanted diamond sword lies beside them, but the soldier's hands were thin, their face gaunt and pale from lack of nutrition and sunlight.

And the soldier observes the young mercenary's actions in reciprocation, their tired face smoothly covering the plan forming in their head. The soldier has a splash potion of poison in their inventory, while the lava pit is just on their right. Though the soldier's hunger bar is low and their health halved, they can push the young mercenary into the pit once they've thrown the potion and-

Their thoughts halted when about a dozen golden apples were shoved in their face, and the young mercenary's sword was once again properly aimed on them.

"Hey, hey." The soldier carefully stood up with the golden apples in their arms while one is already being munched on in their mouth. The soldier spoke with apple bits in their mouth -- probably saying "let me eat first" -- swallowed-

"Then I'll die," the soldier said, picking up another apple to munch on.

"No," the young mercenary said, "let's have a fight."

The soldier stared at the young mercenary for a good two seconds while eating, then their eyes wandered to the pit of lava.

"Have you ever heard of military poverty?" The soldier asked after swallowing their second apple; their hunger bar full. The young mercenary's brows slowly rose; a beat of pause before the soldier continues. "It's not even a term, so of course you wouldn't."

Then the soldier picked up their sword, and the young mercenary took a few steps back and righted their stance.

"But it might as well be." The soldier threw their sword into the lava pit, and the young mercenary's eyes went wide at their action.

The soldier made one large leap to the lava pit, a smile on their face while they held a half-eaten golden apple. The young mercenary chases after the soldier in a vain attempt to save them, but the flames devoured the soldier before they could have the duel they wanted.

"Live well," the soldier smiled, "kid."

"Noooooo-"

Me when I drew my OC once upon a time and then I never draw them again-

Some pictures of Caretaker!Aliya’s fall antlers and outfit for OTGW season and Halloween!

I spent a lot of time on these autumn decorations! Trimming down leaves to match the shape of her summer foliage and attaching wires, then wrapping the antlers in copper wires, strings of orange beads, and hanging turtle-shaped bangles on a golden chain. I’m really happy with how this turned out as a whole :D I also made my own clasp for the cloak with earring hoops and a different gold chain. I hope to improve it one day (and also remember to take off the useless strings instead of ^ that ^ nonsense), but I like it now too and it certainly does the job.