My name's Nella and this is my art blog. I don't post things too often though, but when I do it's usually video game fanart. My main blog's nellariboo which is linked below.
Submission for Sprout Fight 2026 before I go back to the Pokopia mines.
Chose sunshine, wind chimes, and cherry blossoms for the theme and wishful wisteria for the palette.
Apollyon would have so much conflicting feelings about Hagar. She'd obviously hate her because of the lamb killings, but learning that Hagar regrets what she's done and wants to repent catches Apollyon off guard.
This is the finale for this little series and I look forward to drawing these guys in their present clothes for whatever comics I decide to do in the future.
Wanted to jump on @hysterical-random-things' new trend! I feel like it's been a while since the last cotl trend so why not! Plus I wanted to use my impressionism brushes more.
She had only been gone a short while from her siblings' hidden camp, not even five minutes, to collect some water from the river and forage for whatever food was nearby. When she heard screams ring out, Apollyon immediately abandoned any food and water collected and bolted back. It didn't matter if branches and foliage scratched and whipped at her, she had to get back as fast as she could. Her death grip on her axe only tightened when the clearing came into view.
Apollyon arrived in time to witness her sister Jamaerah lock eyes with her and apologize, before a cultist severed her head from her shoulders; her younger siblings already murdered. Any fight Apollyon had left, any fury that she harbored from years spent on the run, sapped in that instant.
Her axe fell uselessly to the floor as Apollyon sunk to her knees, frozen at the bloody scene before her. The only people she loved and cared about, the only people she had sworn to protect, were now dead; all because she wasn't there for them.
She barely registered the number of cultists that had infested her camp, nor her mother pushing her way through them to talk to her; her mother who had vanished from their group weeks prior.
"Everything will be alright Apollyon, I made a deal with the sect of War to spare us!"
Apollyon didn't answer as she thought about how she never got to take Pate fishing.
"There was no way we would've been able to outrun the Old Faith, the would have caught and killed us all had I not made this choice-" her mother reasoned, desperation clear in her voice.
Apollyon still didn't answer, the metallic smell of blood fresh in the air, distracting, nauseating, as her gaze shifted to Feryn and Moe; she never got to teach them how to braid their wool into pretty hairstyles.
"Their lives were the price to pay for this deal, but it will all be worth it, you'll see! You were always the stronger one between you and your sister and the sect of War is favourable to those who are strong!"
Everything felt so numb around Apollyon as she looked at the glassy eyes of her older sister; they were always supposed to have each other's backs, through thick and thin, no matter what.
She failed.
She felt nothing from her mother's words as she watched her siblings' blood seep into the dirt. Nor did she feel anything as she saw a heretic stab her mother through her back, killing her too.
Apollyon felt nothing from her mother's death; her actions resulted in the deaths of her beloved siblings after all. She felt nothing as the cultists began closing in around her, chains and shackles in hand.
All she could do was silently stare at her siblings' lifeless corpses on the ground.
"The golden skull necklace, a solution to aging, a solution to never dying. Up until receiving this artifact, Lambert had given each their spouses a skull necklace to extend their lives and revived them when they passed of old age.
This would ensure that their beloved spouses would remain by their side for all eternity, but could they really ask this of them? Immortality was and still is an adjustment for Lambert; it wasn't exactly a choice for them either. While they now have eternity to forge the world into something better and learn any skills they desired, it also meant watching friends and loved ones change and pass on. Not everyone was interested in living forever, understandably, but it still hurt to see them go.
Lambert had always left the option open for their spouses to pass on if they ever grew tired of returning back to life, and they expected them to eventually to take their final rests. But this necklace would solidify that their ends would never come again.
Could they truly ask this of their beloveds? Is this commitment something they all could handle? Was is selfish that Lambert wanted them to accept these necklaces?
...They all accepted the golden necklaces with no hesitation and brimming enthusiasm."
"It isn't uncommon to traverse the Lands of the Old Faith and witness grand dilapidated structures. Vast ruined statues of indiscernible origin or destroyed villages lost to time.
It is often these trio of crusaders would come upon structures such as these and wonder 'what happened in these lands for only destruction to be left its wake.' No clear answers are found, aside from the obvious that the Old Faith stamped out anything that didn't fall in line with its rule. All that's left now is nature taking its steady course in reclaiming the land."
"Often times when traveling the Lands of the Old Faith, a preemptive strike would be required when the patrols lingered too close, to ensure another day of survival.
Jamaerah would act as bait/distraction while Apollyon would go for the kill. Pate would stay hidden with Feryn and Moe, only joining the fight if completely necessary."
For the court of death au, is there a lore reason why Apollyon was to marry Aym instead of the first born son Baal? Because often the oldest child seems to be chosen for things like that.
No lore reason, it was simply because Aym was more interested in having a partner.
Though I suppose if neither of the twins had a major interest in having a relationship or were neutral about having a relationship, Baal would've been chosen to marry Apollyon.
"On the rare occasions when there is calm in the forests of Anura, when the beasts and cultists are nowhere to be found, Apollyon can't help but feel melancholy in the quiet clearing as memories of her family resurface.
Brief but fun days where her younger siblings would play amongst the autumn leaves and her and her older sister would rest from fighting, dreaming of a future where safe moments like these would last forever."
I'll be doing COTLtober this year following @/stychu-stych’s prompts. Like last year, I'll be doing one prompt per week; last year's were more Lambert-focused, so this time they'll be more Apollyon-focused.
featuring submitted OCs from @sweetkirb and @nellariboo
It's been too long, but finally, it's time for the return of the cheeps! Things are finally starting to calm down for me so I'm hoping I won't need another hiatus for some time!
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