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and, if you can’t get toasted pearl Couscous handpicked and blessed by a Moroccan shaman on the first tuesday of the winter harvest for your Sautéed Escarole then store bought is fine

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Here's some posters for Jellie and Taffy, gonna make Pedro's edit next

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Here's Jellie!!!!!

Used a ton of unwithered foxy parts for her, the hands are from bonnie

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Here's another goldblood!

Ryhuto Knelax, descensant of Azdaja Knelax

Strife specibus: Instrumentkind/axekind

Trollhandle: TheatricAxeweilder (TA)

Godtier: Rogue of Mind

Theme song: "Nightmare" by Set it Off

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Finally, after a few months, it's done!

This was how Declan and Zachariah first met

Read below as it's long:

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Declan felt it, the searing pain of his own wings being torn from his back, he tried to fight against his assailant; but to no avail. The last of the tendons snapped away, leaving 2 gashes in declan's back, gashes that were once his wings.....

The dragonfly trooper carried the badly injured hornet to somewhere, before tossing him slightly up into the air and kicking him forcefully to the ground as a way to add more salt to the wound.

Declan's head swam as he saw the dragonfly trooper leave, flying away from view..... he got up, trying to find somewhere to go... Anywhere where he couldn't feel any more pain, as he heard muffled voices, and then he felt something hit his head, and everything then went dark....

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Charlotte was walking down the empty alleyway, clearly trying to stave off her boredom. She heard what sounded like a pained whimper, she turned around; only to see a man, unconscious and bruised, his body was only modestly covered by bits of scrap and junk that were piled atop of him, and he was bleeding.... Charlotte let out a yell of panic, she tried to calm herself down, she ultimately tried to get the unconscious man to a safer place; but Charlotte wasn't strong enough to drag the man out of there.

"I'll be back with someone, ok?" Charlotte said as she looked at the injured man, before she ran off

Declan slightly awoke, his vision hazed over, someone was looking over him, he heard this person speak, but his mind couldn't comprehend as his eyelids fluttered in exhaustion as the last pieces of his consciousness slipped from his grasp.

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Charlotte made it back home, opening the door quickly.

"GUYS!!!" Charlotte shouted.

Zachariah turned to Charlotte, seeing the distressed look on the lamprey tween's face.

"What's wrong, Charlotte?" Zachariah asked in concern.

"There's a guy in the alleyway, he's badly injured, please help!" She said, hastily getting a towel from a closet.

Charlotte then grabbed Zachariah's hand and led him to where the injured man was.

Soon, they were at the exact alleyway, the frigid rain pouring.

Zachariah saw the injured man, he was clearly in rough shape, and not wearing anything underneath the garbage that was piled atop of him.

Zachariah was shocked to say the least, why was someone this badly injured left naked in a garbage pile in the freezing cold rain on a particularly frigid autumn evening?

Zachariah draped the towel that charlotte handed him onto the unconscious man, and then picking him up in a bridal carry, before walking back home with Charlotte nearby.

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Zachariah had finally come back home, he placed the injured man on the ground, replacing the now rain-soaked towel with a dryer and warmer one. Zachariah got the supplies needed to patch up the injuries, before looking the man over in an attempt to see how he can heal this guy.

He noticed 2 symmetrical gashes on the man's shoulder blades, gashes that looked to be where an appendage was originally located. Zachariah started with tending to the wounds, cleaning out the dirt and debris from the injured man's back, causing the injured man to wince and let out a groan of pain. It took some time to clean the man's wounds out and resetting any broken bones on the man's body. Zachariah grabbed the bandages and wrapped them around the stranger's injuries, before clothing the wounded stranger in some simple heart printed boxer briefs and carrying the unconscious man to an alcove in the living room where there was a daybed to rest in; setting the man down and placing 2 warm blankets on his body.

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"Rest well, sir." Zachariah said.

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Declan's body was feverish, clearly showing signs of pneumonia. Zachariah placed a cold rag on declan's forehead, sitting the poor stranger up slightly with pillows in order to help him breathe better and make it easier for the phlegm to escape his throat. Zachariah would change the various bandages on Declan's body, cleaning the wounds out beforehand in order to make sure he wouldn't get extra sick from infections

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Declan's fever finally broke, but he was still too exhausted to awaken, most of his energy depleted from his body fighting off the pneumonia. He slept soundly, his head propped up by pillows, and his body swathed in bandages and warm quilts.

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Declan slowly came back to his senses, his body feeling like it had been crushed by a fallen building.

He opened his eyes to see a sepia toned alcove daybed, thick quilts were piled atop of him, keeping him warm.  His head swam, with occasional pulses of pain exuding from the shot nerves in his skull. He blinked a few times trying to clear the sparks of white-hot soreness from his vision.

He tried to sit up, but his vision briefly faded to white due to the searing pain in his back, unable to even stifle a groan.

"Please, save your strength" a voice said placing a hand against his shoulder.

Declan looked over at the person who was talking; it was a clean shaven man with short brown hair, brown eyes, and tan skin who was dressed in a formal shirt with rolled up sleeves and a vest.

"W-Who are you?" Declan rasped, his throat dry with small flecks of dried blood intertwined throughout.

"Zachariah." The man said.

So, this man's name is Zachariah....

"Look, I can see that you might have some questions... and I will explain those to you.." Zachariah said.

"But first...what's your name, sir?" Zachariah asked.

Declan hesitated for a bit, how was he supposed to trust this guy?

"The name's....Declan..." Declan said.

"Alright, I guess I should possibly explain some stuff to you, Declan." Zachariah said.

"You're in the town of Vermilnia, It's somewhat like a mix of a village and a shanty town. You've been out cold for about a week or two--I kinda lost track... And as to what happened; the younger sister of one of my friends found you naked and injured in a pile of trash." Zachariah explained.

"In a pile of trash?" Declan thought, soon remembering his wings being torn off, the painful plummet, the dizziness, all of it!

Declan tried getting up in a panic, but he was too weak to do so because of how injured he was, zachariah held declan down

"Please, i know that you might be in some distress, but you are still not well enough, please just lay back down." Zachariah urged.

Declan had no choice but to lay down, his mind starting to fog up again from the stress as he closed his eyes and let out a muffled and tiny whimper of pain.

"There we go, how're you feeling now?" Zachariah asked

"V-very woozy, and stressed,quite sore too..." Declan stammered, pressing the heel of his hand up to his bandaged forehead, trying to organize his thoughts.

"Understandable, you just woke up, but may I ask, what happened to you?" Zachariah asked yet again.

Declan hesitated, how was he supposed to tell zachariah about...everything?

But he realized that he kinda had to tell in order to really explain his injuries.

"I... I was in a battle against an army of dragonfly troopers, one grabbed me from behind and tore the wings off of my back, effectively crippling me. I ended up falling.... I can't remember anything after, it's all just a blur..." Declan explained.

Zachariah thought about everything; declan once had wings that were on his back, a dragonfly trooper tore them off, and that's how he ended up in Vermilnia.

But what was declan exactly?

"Look, I can see that you might need more rest, so I'll let you be, I just need to process some of this." Zachariah said, tucking the quilt up to declan's collarbone.

"Whenever you feel like it, you can tell me more info." Zachariah said, before leaving the room, closing the door behind him.

Declan was tired anyways, he still had to process everything himself; he lost his wings, he got mugged, he was left in a trash pile naked and covered in dirt and blood, and he was saved by.... by a citizen of vermilnia. Declan might've been somewhat aggressive, territorial even-- but that's because venopolis is a very unforgiving city--so he had to be tough, but now; he felt a feeling that he'd probably never felt towards a stranger, let alone someone from vermilnia...

Love....

Declan let his consciousness drift away once more, the daybed all too cozy for him.

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Yet again, thank you @pezitech / @peziket for this revenge attack :)

All scarred up here :)

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recovering whumpee who has good days and not so good days. One day, they come home and it’s immediately apparent that today has not been a good day - maybe their eyes are red and puffy, maybe they have a deep scowl on their face, maybe there’s just a clear bone-deep exhaustion.

Caretaker watches them from the couch as they walk in.

“….Do you want to talk about it?”

Whumpee shakes their head.

“That's okay. Just c’mere.”

Caretaker lifts the blanket they’re under, making room for Whumpee, and Whumpee comes and snuggles up against them.

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So, i'm currently drawing up Yuval and Chalakon's side of this piece now, but here's wulf after first ending up in tegia;

Poor guy's gone through enough now, just lookit him!

Signatureless alt below:

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I also wrote up the story for it below, btw.

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Wulf let out a groan as he awoke to the feeling of rain pouring down heavily, he opened his eyes and blinked away the exhaustion from his sight, seeing the blurred figures of the Crimson saints, and..... Lieutenant Romulus Morgan, the new leader of the Almagis, a sadistic grin on his face. Wulf's vision cleared up fully.

"Well, well, well..... what do we have here?" Romulus said.

"He's one of the martyrs who made their way onto the ship to stop your plans, sir." One crimson saint said.

"Oh, I recognise this little fucker now, you're the one who murdered Jericho, and cost me an arm and a goddamn eye!" Romulus said, grabbing Wulf by the chin.

"Now... If you don't tell us what you know about the martyrs and their next plans.... you'll suffer for it!" Romulus said, his face twisted into a mix of sadistic glee and pure rage.

"What do you think you'll try doing to make me talk? Drowning? Hah! What a stupid idea, I can get free and escape!" Wulf laughed.

"Oh, you poor little idiot... you think that drownin' you is our plan?" Romulus laughed, before continuing; "You know that i'm a sucker for seeing people being tortured! And since we're on water....  You'll be getting Keelhauled, LOWER HIM INTO THE WATER, BOYS!!!" Romulus yelled. The crimson saints slowly pulled on the chord of the ship, lowering Wulf into the water.  Wulf readied himself, holding his breath in case it was just a simple drowning interrogation, he felt a slicing pain course through his back and limbs, causing him to involuntarily gasp , breathing in the salty sea water of Pavlopetri as the salt aggravated his wounds further, he turned his head to see the blood in the water and barnacles that were now slightly tinged red on the metal ship's walls from Wulf's blood.

He soon felt the breeze of the air against his face as he winced, breathing in the air as he was soon back on the ship.

"You ready to tell us any info now, you mutt?!" Romulus asked, now holding up his sword to wulf's chin.

Wulf coughed up the water from his lungs, spitting some of the sea water into Romulus' face.

"Lower him back under the waters, he's being a nuisance!" Romulus yelled.

It happened at least 4 more times, Wulf slowly lost what composure he had as the pain overwhelmed him.

"F-fine! I-i'll tell you!" Wulf said, his voice trembling.

Romulus glanced over, a sick grin still plastered on his aged and wrinkled face as he chuckled.

"Oh you stubborn little fool, you think that I needed answers to what you did? No.... I just wanted to see you suffer before you will perish in the waters below...." Romulus laughed.

Wulf let out a gasp, coughing as soon as he gasped.

The soldiers cut the ropes that wulf was tied to, keeping him bound, soon tying ropes around the upper arms, fully binding him.

"Farewell, Wulf.... It was fun to see you suffer..." Romulus said.

Wulf was soon thrown off the edge of the boat, the sounds of the rain soon fading off as the sounds of the water around him soon consumed his hearing, he couldn't hold his breath anymore due to the pain in his tattered up back.

He wondered if he would die, he embraced it as his vision slowly darkened, he wondered if his mind was playing tricks on him as he noticed the aquamarine light that shone around him, maybe the water was way deeper than before as he lost consciousness...

So, i finally drew up another image, this is of wulf as his body is being teleported from the salty meditteranian waters of pavlopetri, to a deep water filled vertical tunnel that leads up to a enterance into the big ol' royal castle of Tegia.

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Haven't permanently affixed the teeth to the mask yet, but i set up a pic for referencing later

Girl thinks she's the goofy ahh smiley emoji

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Currently working on my costume, i'll continue when i get paint, more tape, and more glow in the dark plastic jack o lantern teeth, i'm using the tape as an extra reinforcement as i'm using cardboard

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So, i was clearing out phone space so i can take pics of my halloween/comic con costume, here's a funny screenshot a took, willem DeVangogh is intimidated by affogato

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I redid ulrich, because i felt like it.

I feel like before he's shot in the head twice, he was shot in the thigh and abdomen, and also had a bullet graze his arm.

So, all in all......

He's fucked up

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And, here's yet another redraw of how wulf and chalakon met

Yes, i did change the jawline shape that chalakon has.

I will edit this post once i'm done writing the story that goes along with the scene.

Edit: i got the story done....

Warmth.....

Pain.......

Blurs of blood and water......

Memories lingered in Wulf's mind as he stirred awake from his slumber.

Wulf let out a soft groan, his eyelids clenching close as he tried to sit up.

Fuck.

Everything hurt......

He felt a clawed hand against his bandaged shoulder.

"Hey, easy does it there, sir..." a soft voice spoke.

Wulf opened his eyes, letting out a groan of pain as he felt the wounds sting.

His vision was blurred, like smooth splotches of watercolor paint.

He blinked, letting his mind adjust to his surroundings.

Near his bedside sat a fish-like man with lavender skin, black markings, spring green eyes, fins, pointed ears, gills, a tail, and his hair was tied into a bun, colored a soft yellow-orange with highlights of magenta.

This must've been Chalakon.... his voice sounded quite similar....

"Glad to see you awake." The fish-man spoke, a subtle smile on his face.

Wulf looked at his surroundings, seeing the familiar blue stone walls, he noticed the soft bed that he'd been laid upon, a comfy blanket tucked around his injured body. He wearily blinked, still rather woozy.

"W-what happened?" Wulf asked.

"You lost a lot of blood when you arrived here, I was the one tasked with tending to your injuries." Chalakon said, reaching his hand towards wulf and feeling the temp from his forehead.

Wulf felt the gentle nature that chalakon had, it felt almost unnatural, a feeling buried deep in wulf's soul resonated, a feeling of........

Love?

He didn't even know who this guy was that well, and yet he felt feelings for him....

He just looked so cute...and so...so....

Beautiful.

"Sir, you alright there?" Chalakon asked.

The question snapped Wulf outta his thoughts.

"I.. u-uhm..... y-yeah, i'm f-fine..." Wulf stammered.

"Look, it's probably best for you to take it easy right now." Chalakon said.

Wulf eased his body back onto the bed, wincing at his wounds as he placed his arms above the blanket.

Wulf stared up at the ceiling, seeing little veins of pink, gold, green, blue, and purple nestled inbetween the cracks of the stone ceiling.

"Where am I? What is this place?" Wulf questioned.

"You're in the kingdom of Tegia. Some guards saw your injured body and dragged you here, which ended up with my father wanting you dead, and i tried to reason with him, my mother was able to break up the fight and tasked me with tending to your injuries." Chalakon explained.

Wulf felt exhausted, this was a LOT for him to know.

"Look, I can see that you're exhausted, but I must ask, what's your name?" Chalakon inquired.

"The name's Wulf.... Wulf Riscernos.." wulf answered.

"Well then, wulf... just try taking it easy right now... okay?" Chalakon asked.

Chalakon left the room, closing the door behind him, leaving Wulf all by himself.

Wulf drifted off, but his mind was occupied by one thing....

That being how gentle and kind chalakon was....

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So, i finally drew up another image, this is of wulf as his body is being teleported from the salty meditteranian waters of pavlopetri, to a deep water filled vertical tunnel that leads up to a enterance into the big ol' royal castle of Tegia.

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Finally drew Mityus in the homestuck style.