#shaltokol

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Pantheon group art!

Source: https://b23.tv/fYamc8q

[critter-of-marmalade]

waiter, one shaltokol please

he was rlly hard to translate into my style but I like how he came out! face so round… can someone get him a dentist

[lxiao316]

终于闲下来可以画了。。低精力画不动了且不擅长画成男，被蛇咬后只能画成这个样子了！

后3p用了fgo的职介框这样子。。

[serxienart]

so happy shaltokol is getting more content ❤️‍🩹

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SHALTOKOL is such a good foil to Claudius because he is a living representation of the consequences of Claudius’ actions.

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Some art from a recent music video on bilibili:

Artist credit:

【Level404+万神殿手书｜2026后室拜年祭单品】苹果园Яблонный сад_哔哩哔哩_bilibili

美术绘制Alef_ex， 微月草， 血染， 蟑螂， 骨咕， 杂物箱， 散碎木屑Booook！， 千古奇才烂魔方， V我50， 阿雨， 【匿名】， ED回音人物/动作设计子瓜，一笑，林纾，导演后勤/资料小白卷毛， 敖镜，安岩W导演/策划ED回音编剧/剪辑安岩W音乐苹果园（Short

Licensed under CC-BY-SA 3.0 via Derivation

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Armor Incrementum and Church of The Veiled members:

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The Maw of Baughust: Chapter 1

The first, Shkhan, was tall and lean, draped in a long coat that might once have been any color and was now the uniform brown of oxidation, of decay, of the patient triumph of entropy over every made thing. He moved without urgency. His bare hands were the worst of it—where his fingers brushed the gantry rail, the metal went to flakes and then to nothing, a wake of disintegration trailing behind him like a hem. He led the vanguard, his heavy booted footsteps denting the deck plating. Behind him came three more, their jagged rusted silhouettes moving with purpose, with eyes like dying embers. A broad one, low and wide, who carried a maul of pitted iron and grinned through a beard matted with corrosion—that was Kotal, Robert's reflexes supplied, dredging the name from a Mercury threat dossier. A slight figure who moved in stuttering, insectile flickers, here and then a meter left of here, never quite occupying the space between: Toki. And last, drifting almost gently, a faceless shape wrapped head to foot in browned cloth, who left a smell of old churches and older graves: Hakol.

A world of Gods and Monsters.