Merry Christmas @remberedink Here's your secret santa gift! Have a great holiday season!
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🌎 Culture Har Har Har
🌎 Culture - Draw your OC in clothes and/or doing actions that represent their culture.
Nez participating in winter caribou racing + wearing fancy festival clothes :) The caribou species is called a Omkosso Tabin by Werins.
Vitus playing a ball game from Pansai that involves not letting a ball hit the ground. Similar to volleyball but with legs/feet. Outfits are often brightly colored, and very patterned.
Asmund engaging in a camsabi ritual for gkisons. It hurts a lot little bit. Gkisons bear burdens and knowledge for their loved ones.
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with hindsight the brush pen was a bad call and so were many of the choices but it's fine
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Série Rouge #113 - Le Nez de Cléopâtre ~ Éditions Elvifrance, October 1984.
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Syncretic Diplomacy
To think this cleric used to be an elf - at least until his goddess agreed to "lend" him to the gnoll god Gorellik for diplomatic reasons. If only he hadn't been wearing his good vestments when the transaction took place! He still keeps a scrap of his old tabard tucked into his belt, a reminder of his old homeland, as well as keeping both holy symbols prominent.
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i tried to pull you out / but you built this bed to rot
look at all this hell you’ve caused.
dallas and the church of the divine lamb’s bunkhouse
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The first rule of imaginary friends, his uncle had once told him, was to never ask them if they were real.
And Shen Jiu had never broken that rule. Until yesterday.
And he wondered if his uncle hadn’t simply been spouting bullshit. Because he hadn’t seen Shen Yuan since he’d asked that damning question.
For the longest time he’d thought Shen Yuan was a figment of his imagination, a childish attempt at assuaging his own loneliness as an only child. But imaginary friends didn’t grown with you, didn’t tell you stupid stories about their fellow disciples, didn’t hug you when everything became too much. The hugs weren’t supposed to be warm.
He turned his head, his breath fogging up the cold train window. He peeled off a glove and dragged his fingertip through the fog. He wrote two sentences, wiped them out with one pass of his palm. Maybe Shen Yuan would see it, let him know what he did wrong.
Are you angry? Are you all right?
They’d never been apart this long and it bothered him. He felt cold at the thought he had driven Shen Yuan away, that he had somehow broken whatever strange bond they shared. Because it was clear by this point that Shen Yuan was anything but imaginary.
Shen Jiu leaned his back against the window, eyes drifting shut, lulled by the subtle vibration of the train.
…Please answer me.
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[WIP] teehee
[ID: a pencil sketch of sherlock holmes and watson from sherlock and co, sitting in the church from the golden pince nez, surrounded by candles. sherlock rests his head on his folded hands. john solemnly sits looking up, hands on his knees. /End ID.]
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