🖤💀WELCOME TO PLAGUETOBER 2023💀🖤
Another year of #plaguetober is upon us! Now we tread into the weird, whimsical and sometimes worrisome world of the Plague Fairy!
To follow the Plague Fairy and their adventures, stay tuned for 31 new pieces of art, posted here and in collaboration with @fabulosaurus ! Follow us for the adventures starting October 1st!
Please use the hashtags #plaguetober and #plaguetober2023 if you use any prompts so everyone can see! And don't feel limited to just Plague Doctors! Just let the words inspire you to create whatever you want, in any medium you choose! Don't worry about finishing the list. Relax, or challenge yourself, its all up to you and your artistic journey.
Thank you so much to everyone who helped build this list!
Have fun, everyone! I can't wait to see all the art!
Plague Fairy ©️ Alexiel Gutierrez
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- We were here. With you. Until the end. -
One year has passed and oh- I still love this game so, so much.
I wish I could forget this wonderfull masterpiece to do it all over again. And again. To discover the story, meet the characters again. To hear this marvelous OST for the first time again. I beg you, if you have never played this game, DO IT NOW. Stop everything you’re doing right now and buy those games, and play it, play it all night, until morning comes if you have to, until you cried so much your heart is nothing but a dry potato but you still feel weirdly happy about it and the chance you had to finish what is possibly one of the best video game of this decade.
Yes, I love this game. :)
Happy birthday. And thank you so much Asobo for this wonderful gift and the hours of sweat and tears you put into it. Thank you so much <3
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Plague-Tober 2023 #3 - Honey
The beekeeper was somewhat of an enigma.
They'd been settled in Darkwood for several years, setting up their apiaries in the rolling fields of the northwestern corner of town, where many of the farmers tended to their crops and lived. A welcomed neighbor.
They were tall and thin, always covered by their garb, like Doctor, though they rarely revealed their face. Once, they confided in Doctor, they felt comforted that there was someone else like them, who always wore the marker of their chosen path. They explained that they liked the enclosed nature of their garb; It was like a soothing weight on their shoulders, the woven basket-like mask a shield from the glare of the sun and prying eyes. It reminded them of home, of the broadleaf shrubs that protected them from the withering heat without completely denying them the satisfaction of the view.
To say the Doctor and the beekeeper were friends was easy. Few had seen their face, and even fewer had been invited to their home, unlike Doctor. It was not that the beekeeper -- named Ambrose -- was inhospitable, it was more of the fact that Ambrose liked to keep to themself.
"Lovely rain we had yesterday." Doctor mumbled, settling down into the chair Ambrose had invited them to sit at. The beekeeper bustled around their kitchen, preparing tea for the two to share. When they placed the tea and sweets onto the table-- what appeared to be honeyed shortbread decorated with dried rose petals and a pinkish tea made with a blend of flowers -- Doctor held up their hand as if to deny them.
"You never share tea with me." Ambrose admonished, clearly hurt but in a playful way. Their voice was mellow and rich, the vowels and consenants precise. "You must, at the very least, take some to eat later."
"Of course, my friend. Sorry, I always have lunch just before visiting and my appetite is quite small."
"Like a bird." They chuckled, sitting across the way from Doctor. Their hand reached out to swat gently at the 'beak' of Doctor's mask. "I swear, it seems as if you could simply look at food and become full."
"It appears that way, doesn't it?" Doctor replied, voice light and joyous.
Ambrose poured fragrant tea from their porcelain pot decorated with hand-painted flowers. A betrayal of their riches, but the only splurge they had allowed themself in their otherwise humble abode. "Anyways, I know this is a business call and not a personal one, so what can I do for you?"
"A simple transaction. I feel autumn's chill slowly arriving, and I must resupply. Has your harvest been plentiful?"
"It has. And…Summer wanes, yes. I too can feel it in the wind. Many of my flowers have gone dormant." The beekeeper glanced out the window momentarily, their masked face turning away. "…I always feel so sad to see one less bloom in my garden. They are like children to me, and I miss them when they sleep."
"Seasons come and go, my dear. It will be summer again before you know it."
The beekeeper leaned back in their chair, drawing their full attention back to Doctor. "I know you love the autumn, preparing your winter crop, but I grow restless. I feel the ache of losing hours of the sun." They drew a delicate gloved finger over the rim of their tea cup, contemplating it. The mask was then removed with little fanfare, set aside without much thought.
Revealed to Doctor was a plant-kin lesser fae, 'skin' a greenish, golden hue. Their laughing eyes iridescent like a prism. They had a nubian nose, wide and somewhat flat, and thick beautiful lips that looked much like rose petals. They brought the steaming tea cup to their aformentioned lips absently, then set it down onto its saucer.
"How much honey do you need?" Ambrose pulled down the white hood of their garb and shook free their 'hair,' a mass of flowers in the style of goldenrod blooms. Doctor knew it was not polite to stare, but they were pleasantly captivated by their passive beauty.
"Oh, a case of jars would be fine. And a few bundles of the glass sticks would be lovely. My customers love when I include them for their tea. Speaking of, do you have any need of seeds? I have plenty to spare. As a gift, between friends -- not my attempt at receiving a discount."
Ambrose laughed at that, but recovered quickly. "I have plenty as well, but thank you for asking." The plantkin rose up from their chair, then. "I'll go pack the case and grab the bundles for you, and we can settle the cost afterwards when I fetch my ledger. Feel free to entertain yourself."
"At your pleasure, friend."
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