#cotl rami

[the-artist-grimm]

VS Anthea, Death's Crimson Angel

A gentle lamb Anthea may be, but a Blood Soaked Angel is who they can become if angered enough. And the six of ten disciples desecrating their own goddess? Enacting a ritual with no consideration of the consequence?

They rarely call upon the more godly nature of their crown-but this fight warranted it enough.

[aveloka-draws]

❄️Woolhaven doodles part ???❄️

[heartludwig]

I cant sleep but its okay because I have all the sheep in woolhaven to count

[pinkiepig]

Ramiiiiii

[awwria]

Yngya and her cutie backup singers

[smtwtfs-more]

I imagine the scene when Temi saw Rami’s face beneath the mask for the first time.

[the-one-with-spider-brainrot]

Finished Woolhaven. Doodling time, I need to organise my thoughts so they're not serious doodles

[noxer]

"Where you should be"

Rami and Kudaai angst go brrrr

‎Their story is ingrained in my brain. The way Kudaai doesn't choose sides, doesn't want to choose, can't, shouldn't, because he is his destiny more than anything else, but at the same time he teaches someone his craft? Not just hands out a weapon, but reveals something more, about the most important thing in his existence, the immediate purpose of his existence? Where does he draw the line between interference and non-interference?

‎And yet he still distances himself from everything, and Rami can't understand it because they are alive, mortal, and want to save their people, and they can't simply accept that their teacher hasn't really been on their side all this time. And Kudaai knows this and understands it, but he also understands that nothing can bridge the vast gulf between them, between deity and mortal, between one who desires to fight and one who hands weapons to anyone who asks, between a person and what is more like a living idea. And yet he still calls their work good, because their art is the only thing they can truly share.

‎It consumes meee