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Reblog with your animal. It’s toucans for me

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oh, how i wish to move out of my parents apartment, cut them out of my life, and be in a stable, safe environment.

if only things were that simple and Toronto didn't have ridiculous prices for studio apartments...

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forgot to show the Abel progress oopsies

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@bogor-o and @strawdool bullied* me into doing art and i ended up finishing the lines for my Lamb Abel! Not too bad, if I do say so myself!

*we were being sillies i love them both dearly

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final one, the godly axe.

the real question is, do i draw Abel's preferred tarot cards too?

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Abel's preferred relics: Cleansed Eye of Leshy (main one that they ALWAYS pick up when available), Eye of the Icegore, and Eye of the Slythor. Not sure what their deal with eyes is, but they do like the orbitals.

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Abel's go-to curses. They like the protection of invincible and multishot, heat-seeking attacks

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progress on my lamb Abel’s ref is coming along nicely. hoping to get it out in the next 2 weeks or so when i figure out their colors + weapons/curses/preferred relics etc

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i don't talk about it a lot, but i play a lot of pokemon tcgp! and by play, i mean I'm collecting cards. here's some of my faves ones!

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got my thingies from @kyoukorpse !!! you should buy things from it, it does such a good job with these :)

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a collection of doodles for A Tail of Two Godlings, part 1

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i renamed the AU again lol it's now A Tail of Two Godlings

i should post some of what I've written for Spicy Peach Sunshine.... maybe once I get home.

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thinking...

things have been kinda rough lately. I don't really have the strength to go on, but I'm forcing my way through.

the world is scary right now. I constantly worry for my safety being so close to the Canada/US border. I feel unwanted in the place I live. my parents still deadname me and fatshame me to this day. but I can't afford to move out.

I dunno. I'm just rambling and sad. I hope you all are staying safe and doing your best.

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im starting to wonder if im shadowbanned. can you guys see me here?

hello?

hello?????

is this thing on?????

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•───────────────⋅☾ ☽⋅───────────────•

Praise the Lamb, conduit to great power, promised liberator of the One Who Waits below.

Yet sacrificial beast, take heed; for a Crown cannot sit upon two brows.

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Abel’s life was full of constant fear and strife. Their family taken from them while they slept. Their village burned to the ground as their best and only friend dragged them out of their burning childhood home to safety. They were both young; no older than 10 at the time, when the Bishops of the Old Faith discovered the hidden village of sheepfolk and brought them to the slaughter.

They were 28 when they were finally captured. Their only friend, Thorn, had given their hiding location away, enticed with the promises of salvation that would never come. Led to the slaughter, their eyes filled with tears with memories they would never make, experiences they would never have. Stopping only when being forced to, they raised their head only briefly to gaze upon the four Gods before them before kneeling with a resigned sigh.

This was it.

“Before us stands the last of its kind. All others we have hunted down and put to the blade.” Heket sneered through the Yellow Crown, her throat bandaged and bleeding black ichor and preventing her from using it. Her eyes upon the last Lamb felt like lasers burning into their skin, and they dared not look up to meet her gaze.

“With this final sacrifice, the prophecy will be impossible to fulfill.” Kallamar warbled, his ears clearly ripped from his head. His voice boomed louder than the rest, echoing throw the area and making them jump ever so slightly. Despite sounding so powerful, Abel dared to believe that they heard a heavy hint of fear in their voice. Why that would be, they didn’t know.

"The heretic who lies bound below will be condemned to eternal captivity.” Leshy’s voice was scratchier, almost reminding them of the sound of scratching bark. Though it was not as distinct as the others, it was still just as powerful. His gaze seemed to be off in the distance, and from the look Abel had of his face, it would have been safe to assume that his eyes were torn from his head.

“And the Old Faith shall be preserved.” Shamura’s voice was the most striking out of the four. Soft but firm, with only The slightest hint of uncertainty detectable. Their bandaged head lead to questions in Abel’s mind; just what had happened to all four of them to start this slaughter? Why sheepfolk? Why them? They knew none of their questions would be answered, and besides…

They were out of time.

With the executioner drawing near, and the words of the Bishops ringing through their head, all they could do was clench their fists and close their eyes with tears streaming down their face as the blade came down on their neck.

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i forgor

i should post some of what I've written for Spicy Peach Sunshine.... maybe once I get home.

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i should post some of what I've written for Spicy Peach Sunshine.... maybe once I get home.