Everyone talking about how good my Hornet is at self care: (namely @dooblebugss shdjjjccjf)
Meanwhile:
Bit of a bandaid solution, but if it ain't broke !!
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Or can they only be devoured?
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Previous ish
I doubt Grimm has seen something like this before, but he's clever and he can guess. The Pale King could not escape his fate forever, just delay it long enough to save what little remains of Hollownest. Just long enough to dethrone the Radiance.
Did he know it would last that long? Maybe. Supposedly he had foresight... Perhaps he didn't see this outcome though, and this is just penance for his experiments with the void...
Commission me!
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maybe they are dead. maybe the pale king stood trembling as corpses clawed their way up towards him. they do not rot in the deep dark, the oil slick, the saturated void, but some approach melted and deformed, nothingness having taken other than their person
something pale peeks over the cliff's edge.
a vessel with mask dripping liquid bone-white and smoke-light on the floor shambles towards him. it looks through him with irregular, warping eye-holes.
it points at him. he thinks it is pointing, anyway. their hand is not solid enough to tell. the air seems to shiver. they make another gesture, unreadable.
whatever proclamation they made, this little corpse is not hollow. surely not.
his claws sink into their shell as he lifts them. they are soft, softer even than fresh-hatch are meant to be. they drip on his robes. he knows innately that the stain will never wash out. he will never wear it again. he will never dispose of it; it will stay folded in a clear box reminding him every day, with all the different marks of his sins. his dead brood.
he holds them over the edge. it is still looking through him. its arms hang limply. there's a peeling sound, and he sees fragile little wings come apart from their body. they glimmer in the pale light like his own even as they melt and fall away, lacking substance. his gaze lingers on them as the slips of membrane vanish into the murk.
his hands shake. the vessel drops. slips and drips from his fingers, their liquidity not lending to grip. he grabs for them, but reaches nothing.
he would have purposefully dropped them eventually. he's sure of it.
scratching echoes up the cliffside, as it has for hours. he still hears the distant crack of something small breaking against a much harder surface. he wonders if this one shattered or splattered.
...something pale peeks over the cliff's edge.
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THIS! thisssssssss, chasing her was SUCH a pain..... BUT, I would be lying if it wasn't fun/felt like this ROFL!! smh to be the chaser instead of the chased wasn't to bad ::)))
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I gave Tump a quick new Ref-Sheet using my old Ref-Sheet-Base xD His old Ref is from 2021 xD
It's been so long, since I drew a Vessel. I almost forgot, how fun they are to draw!
Hope you guys like it!
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