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i'm alive

i think

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based on this tweet (x)

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Bellini: Humility is an ill fit on you, patriarch.

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Tedesco: You were the one who said to wear 'one size smaller', Bellini.

Bellini: Yes, indeed I did.

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얘들아 나 프롬온 간다 그렇게 됐다

(원본 짤은 더보기 아래)

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Felt it in my fists, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelids Shaking through my skull, through my spine and down through my ribs - Florence and the Machine, Blinding

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end of year collection

in which i was super busy(cries

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i took a ring making class and made the agape ring from dark souls 2

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thoughts in the closet

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i made a pikmin

but all my clay except the red one and a small bit of white had dried up so i couldn't give it a leaf or flower 😔

+)

living the best life

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photo practice with a forest pic i took this summer

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photogenic..

my therapist told me to make something out of clay for sensory exercise or whatever it was

i got uh

carried away

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my therapist told me to make something out of clay for sensory exercise or whatever it was

i got uh

carried away

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On the War Path

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1.

Brok is lying on the counter. Sindri prepares for war.

With his brother's sword in his right hand, and his hammer in his left.

2.

There is a lifetime of memories seeped into the sword.

His strength, because Brok had always been the stronger one of them, bold and brazen. His fierceness, because Brok was never afraid to stand up for his beliefs.

3.

Laughter, because Brok always enjoyed a good fight. (He wishes he could pluck the sound right out of the blade and put it back in his brother's chest where it belongs.)

4.

Brok used to say that he worked bare-handed so he could feel what the metal wanted to be. Sindri rips off his gloves to beat the metal into submission.

5.

He draws out the strength and turns it into rage, fuel for vengence. He hones the fierceness until it twists into viciousness. No more laughter for this blade, Sindri will fight to kill.

6.

He thinks he should feel horrified at doing this, warping the few things he has left of his brother so. It is sacrilege. But when he reaches for that part of himself -

7.

he finds nothing.

8.

As if Brok took it with him when he died. Compensation for the piece of his soul Sindri couldn't save.

9.

…

10.

The sword is ready.

11.

Sindri heads out to war. His brother's sword in his left hand, and his hammer in his right.

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guess what game i've been playing

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1.

I just- I thought- hoped- that he'd come around by now.

Mm.

2.

Remind me again, lad. How old are you right now?

…? 14. Going on 15.

See, that's the problem.

3.

When you live as long as gods and dwarves do, your sense of time goes fuzzy. You could let a dozen winters pass and not notice. It doesn't really matter when you are hundreds of years old.

What are you trying to say, Mimir?

4.

I'm saying, that this is going to take time. Time on a scale that you can't comprehend at your age.

Oh.

5.

Cheer up, lad. You're a god, after all. You'll probably even live to see it.

…

…Probably.

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the prints turned out so well!

Goodbye Miséricorde

A look into how White Mask Varré came to be.

finished 2024.06.05.

<List>

0. Prologue

1. Shepherd

2. White Mask

3. Baptism

4. Matyr

5. The End

Korean version (includes guest art) [link]

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5. The End.

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Varré, White Mask Varré was his name.

<Author's Note>

I wanted to finish this comic before the DLC came out. This is my interpretation of how the Varré we know came to be.

Thank you for reading.

Check out the Korean version on Postype [link] for guest art by timneh and TUMI.

2024.06.05. 학연/Aspidiske.

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4. Matyr

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1.

Varré, White Mask Varré.

2.

Varré is a special person. He was chosen. He deserves to live.

3.

So dying to this lowborn should be impossible. Right?

4.

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5.

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6.

Oh… Luminary… Mohg…

7.

Bless the Mohgwyn dynasty, with love!

8.

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3. Baptism

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1.

It is a familiar sight. When the unworthy are granted noble blood, they go mad from the pain, or get drunk on the power, and are devoured by bloodlust.

2.

Like the White Masks of old.

3.

Among them, only Varré was able to tame the noble blood. Only Varré was able to give peace to those writhing in pain. The unending night. Oh, Miséricorde. Grant them mercy.

4.

Mohg: A survivor. What is your name?

5.

Varré: Varré… sir. War surgeon- Mohg: No, you are now a proud member of the Mohgwyn dynasty. Rise, Varré. You have proved yourself.

6.

Varré, White Mask Varré. The only White Mask left with a name.

7.

Varré is no longer a war surgeon. So there is no need for this wretched dagger. Goodbye, Misericorde.