Opio

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[french-fried-woodlice]

You won't ride it, you won't catch it.

[kleetin]

>>There was a prophecy of twin angels. It spoke of a harbinger of death, the imminent disaster incarnate […] - along with a holy healer who can perform miracles with her hands and deliver us from evil. […] Tell me, are you yourself aware of your calling?<<

(closeups under cut)

Oh yeah and here’s another version of the full illustration. The first image is displaying the correct colors but the resolution isn’t great, the version down here has muddy colors and better resolution. Uhhh this really just happened because I didn’t double check the colour profile when starting a new canvas in procreate and only realised when the colors were already put down. Shame on me :,)))

[french-fried-woodlice]

HALLOWEEN TIME!!!!

[french-fried-woodlice]

Trying to do smth after pathologic fest, here we are.

[kamyysh]

moment of peace

[9ffairs]

[opioart]

#<3 #burakhovsky

[mutiny-huyutiny]

[opioart]

Burda for my mental health

[whollysensei]

autumn activities

[french-fried-woodlice]

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ◡ ᖘꍏ꓄ꃅꂦ꒒ꂦꁅꀤꉓ ꎇꍟꌗ꓄ ◡ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠDay 30: Backstage. ᅠᅠᅠLights off. Actors get a deserved rest.

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[lukashaaa]

A moment of respite

Day 25: “Tender Hands”

[french-fried-woodlice]

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ◡ ᖘꍏ꓄ꃅꂦ꒒ꂦꁅꀤꉓ ꎇꍟꌗ꓄ ◡ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠDay 26: The fourth path. ᅠᅠᅠIf you arrive at the right time and look down the rails leading into the Steppe, you'll see the famous so-called Apple Basket Gang reassembling here on the fourth track. The bonfire will be restored; its smoke rising into the clear, dark sky, and fragments of their conversations will slowly dissolve in the silence of the approaching dawn...

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[pixlatedvampire]

Day 25 -Tender Hands

oooo he's got it bad boys 🤭💗🥰

[liquid-pirarucu]

quick paitingg thingggggggg

[opioart]

24. "Capital"

Translation: "...However, I continue to believe.

Miss you. I'll definitely come back in the spring if I'm still alive, of course.

Say hi to the kids.

Your Danko"

[french-fried-woodlice]

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ◡ ᖘꍏ꓄ꃅꂦ꒒ꂦꁅꀤꉓ ꎇꍟꌗ꓄ ◡ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠDay 23: Deity. ᅠᅠᅠ«Close your eyes, yargachin. Do you hear that? This is the song of Boddho, our Great Mother; she cries and humbles, she murmurs with her thousand voices and words, «come, my children, come here and rest». She is our Goddess that created us out of clay, bones and dirt… And as long as she needs us, we stand with our feet on her skin-earth. And when the time comes… she'll swallow our bodies up again…»

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[opioart]

Day 23. "Deity"