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get this guy out of here now

Yes, I have a favorite whatchu gonna do 😝😝😝

Oop-

(Id draw them if I weren't in a rush today 😞)

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Little doodles of @odasantiago ‘s karmor I made while I’m on call w him

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SWEET MOTHER OF PEARL

Normally don’t draw stuff like this but it is my friends birthday so I become a drawing genie 😋

Wanted to share cause I was really proud of my rendering (SHAMELESS IK)

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GYATTTTTTRT

Normally don’t draw stuff like this but it is my friends birthday so I become a drawing genie 😋

Wanted to share cause I was really proud of my rendering (SHAMELESS IK)

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my friend mentioned how it was really hard to find my art on tumblr is really hard to find since I repost so much a stuff so should I make a tag that I tag my art In or something

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i literally learned to use blender just for this lmao

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sooo bird cage weapon + armor idea

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Do y’all think siblings in medieval times would look at the little beasts in illuminated manuscripts and point at each other like ‘ha! ‘Tis thou!’

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Awhhh this is so cute

Roxy is so beautiful 😭😭 oh and he who shall not be named is there too I guess

Self indulgent au pt.3

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Roxy + Atilla : demons Slumber party

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The gossips just better when your demonic, what can I say

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It's probably OOC for atilla to have a crush but the greatest part about being an artist is.. No one can stop me

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NO ONE TELLS YOU HOW HARD CROSSED LEGS ARE??? HELLO?? anyway they were originally going to be bitching about Mahatma and prince but I liked Atillas grin and wink so I changed the vibe

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Drawing six different Karmors for six different ppl 👀

Im so excited to show~

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Just don’t look at the lamp, okay?

they deserve some domesticity❤️

and i like to think that Hipswitch has to get used to not being on edge all the time. Hes a bounty hunter and its his job, yea, but does he really have a personal life outside of that? How long has it actually been since the last time he didnt have to run numbers in his head to make sure they had enough cash to survive until the next bounty? Has he ever even known the smell of early morning breakfast cooking on the stove while twinkling dust drifts through the sunlight?

And Karmor needs this too. A moment where Crow can’t quite reach, and he can finally see his friends (and more-than-friend😳) be soft, relaxed, and not constantly on edge about what’s coming to kill them next.

All he has to do is just not look at the TV.

(non-blurred photo below! Feel free to ask for any zoom ins too!)

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Thanks for triggering b-b-b*ta albus….☹️🙁😖😖😖

mentality

(tw……..beta albus💔)

this took longer than I’m comfortable with admitting

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SYBAU ALBUS

mentality

(tw……..beta albus💔)

this took longer than I’m comfortable with admitting

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mentality

(tw……..beta albus💔)

this took longer than I’m comfortable with admitting

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mentality

(tw……..beta albus💔)

this took longer than I’m comfortable with admitting

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mentality

(tw……..beta albus💔)

this took longer than I’m comfortable with admitting

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@reyousen get yo ass over here

You Will Die In A World That Hates You

Tears stream silently down your cheeks. You don’t close your eyes. He deserves more than that.

Albus York x Reader

wc. 681

tw. character death, forced violence, grief before death, albus loves you, ooc (??)

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There’s blood on your hands before the knife even touches him.

It isn’t from him. Not yet. But it’s there. Soaking into your skin like shame, like rot. You can’t feel clean. You won’t. Not after this.

They’ve bound him, not because he would’ve fought you but because the spectacle demands helplessness.

Albus kneels in the center of the stone floor. Pale skin, bruises like handprints from a cruel god, dark hair matted to his face. The light catches on the iron collar still locked around his throat.

He looks at you like the world’s already ended. Quiet. Steady. No fear. Just recognition.

You step forward, blade in hand. You don’t want to look at him, but you do. You always do. He offers no resistance.

Your fingers tremble, not from cowardice—but from knowing he’ll let you.

That’s the worst part.

“They said it had to be me,” you whisper.

His eyes don’t flinch. “Of course they did.”

You don’t know if it’s anger or understanding in his voice. Maybe both. Maybe neither. Maybe he left all that behind when they made you choose.

You tried to fight them. Of course you did. But they were always good at breaking people.

“You—” Your voice cracks. You swallow it. “You shouldn’t have trusted me.”

He shakes his head, slowly. “You were the only thing I did right.”

That splinters something in your chest.

You drop to your knees in front of him, unable to stand above. You want to scream, to claw at the walls until the gods see how wrong this is. But there is no one watching. Only the Paladins behind the door. And him.

The man who once touched your face like it was sacred. Who once kissed you like salvation might come if you just held on long enough.

He leans forward, forehead resting gently against yours.

“I’m not afraid of you,” he murmurs. “I’m only sorry you’ll have to remember this.”

Tears stream silently down your cheeks. You don’t close your eyes. He deserves more than that.

“I’ll see you on the other side,” you breathe.

“If there is one.”

His breath hitches. Fingers curl against your wrist, not in pain but in comfort. He holds on for as long as he can.

And then he's gone.

The blade clatters from your hand. And the silence afterward is the loudest thing you’ve ever heard.

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