#plague pride

[spectredraws13]

I decided to fill the void with some Pride Doctor designs. I'm hoping to get these made into stickers and pins at some point, but I need to get the funds first.

Also, sparkly. If it's gonna be gay, it's gonna have ✨sparkles✨

[shiansfrstuff]

My beautiful girl. *cries* Where has this eye type been all my life!

EVERYONE get in line! You’re ALL getting dark sclera! All 160 of you! Chop chop!

[spectredraws13]

Oh no, I made more...

This time, more sophisticated and less cutesy.

The nice thing about using flowers in this design is that they relate to plague doctors. The beaks used to hold flowers to cover up the stench of the plague~

Also putting these on a cork board background makes it looks like pins and it makes my brain go brrrr~

[swamphaunt]

a larva appears

my crocheted commission from @transtundras-fr came today! i love this fucking thing so much i would like to soak it in milk and throw it against the wall (but i wont <3)

he was a delight to work with. very helpful very clear. went above n beyond with gettin the colors right. threw in some very cute bonus charms too <3

10/10 would comm again. and i probably Will when i can lalala

[swamphaunt]

good afternoon frumblr

[swamphaunt]

you've heard of snapper sunday,

now get ready for...

MIRROR MONDAY 👏👏💕🐀🍄💕☣

[swamphaunt]

Mercutio my special boy is done <3 Short lore blurb under the cut

Hatched under the starsign of the Windsinger into a wandering caravan, Mercutio had always been on a lifelong journey throughout his rotting homeland. Some say he would’ve been a fine addition at the trading post, hawking his specialty cocktail, Blightheart Bile. Others simply shake their heads and say he should go for a swim in the wyrmwound and be done with it all. Nevertheless, it’s almost as if the Plaguebringer herself blessed the vagrant mirror; when searching for a guide across the Boneyard, few can compare in terms of experience, despite his youth. Perhaps one day he’ll settle down for good, and open a tavern for his fellow wanderers. Or perhaps that tavern will be on wheels, and they’ll have to wander out into the desert to find him. The latter sounds far more likely.

[swamphaunt]

why were you 8 cents