The Moral Menace @themoralmenace - Tumblr Blog

in my heart we got a Piama powerup where her branches became more solid like antlers ................. please imagine Piama with antler branches

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I’m saying imagine… cause Sevastian got this

And (I know it’s complicated) but Amara got this

Right and Lyris got this

Of course Galen had their mermaid (merperson?) form!

Right. Like…. Do you see the vision… a big rack of gilded antlers covered in thorns for my thorn princess…

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Piama with floral antlers is galaxy-brained

solemnlydreamywyrm

Team O 😏

green-moonie

❤️🩸

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The Missing sketches

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Code blue sketches

wikedeyeswickedhearts

My commision🤑😈 anddd animation

aut: https://t.me/lena_gitelman

Thanks @manicpixelwench for such a gorgeous woman

manicpixelwench

Love love love!

mynqzo

harriet wips and sketches

mynqzo

she's struggling but its worth it

mimimar

you'll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you

(prints)

ashcremated

hadesgame atla bisexual simulator (remastered)

hexguardheart

It’s Detective Caitlyn Day over on X, so obviously… I had to lose my mind a little and paint her solving a mysterious Louvre-level heist 😅 I really wanted to play with the dramatic lighting and that “ma’am please stop being this hot in a museum” energy.

I couldn’t choose just one pose because apparently I enjoy suffering, so here are some black-and-grey alternates too. And since I love when artists show their messy baby sketches, I’m sharing mine as well 👀

Anyway… enjoy Caitlyn in a trench coat being the the absolute Paris finest!

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This is also vitally important — to pay an informal visit to a close friend…

abedmajed69

💔🇵🇸 My Daughter Was Born Under Bombs — I'm Just Trying to Keep Her Alive

My name is Abdulmajid.

I got married one month before the war. Those were beautiful days — full of hope, love, and simple dreams. I dreamed of a small home, a quiet family, and a baby girl I could hold without fear.

But the war came… Suddenly. Brutally.

My mother was killed. My brother was killed. Children in my family were taken by the bombs. My home was destroyed. And my work stopped completely.

Then… in the middle of this nightmare, my baby girl was born. A tiny soul, innocent, unaware of the war. She cries from hunger, from cold, from the sounds of bombs shaking what’s left of our walls.