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@pavus.blacksky.appOct 11, 2026, 5:32 AM

something-tober - sacrifice/curse.
#rkgk / #pavuswip / #artwip / #pavusart

wip of oc on his knees with a white beam going through his chest. his arm is wounded and he looks shocked with a light over his face.
@pavus.blacksky.appOct 4, 2026, 11:43 PM

(wip/sketchy) somethingtober - reliquary.
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image of a disembodied arm with blackened fingers and two covered in gold. there is a dagger resting in the hand and it is all collected within a case on a gold pedistal. the image is still a work in progress
@pavus.blacksky.appOct 4, 2026, 7:21 AM

(literal wip/sketches) something-tober (lol) - beast.
#rkgk / #pavusart / #ocart / #pavuswip

@pavus.blacksky.appSep 30, 2026, 4:38 PM

The second MC's moment of realization that he might have been used.
#pavuswrites / #pavuswip

image reads: Ser Adrien Leone, curse bearer and champion, was alive. Despite it all, he was alive. In that moment of weakness, he could feel it all finally crashing down on his nerves, leaving him down on the floor fully. No tears flowed as he thought they would, only soundless sobs choke free. Why him? Why not anyone else? There were hundreds, if not thousands of chosen champions picked by gods across the globe, and still, he’s the one that lives? Soldiers are dead. Kingdoms are falling. The people are frenzied. And he is alive for what fucking reason? He was nothing more important than that of his fellow. There were other knights whom had seen battle, war, genocide, the fall of holy courts—WHY HIM!? Adrien was nothing of importance to anyone outside of their sect. To them, he was still that cocky knight who found himself in confession every night admitting his sins to the stars above. But one dead god places him in the middle of a family travesty only caused by a progenitor? image reads: Thus, he lies there, still in front of the mirror, bleary eyed and tired. Too exhausted to cry. Too worn out to be angry. He had dreamt of this moment where he allowed his emotions to swell driven by vengeful thoughts and quiet rage. This was supposed to be a moment of noise; not jubilation or celebration, but one of heartache and resentment that he could have been at the side of his brothers, blade high knowing well that together they would have stood strong as they have against tyrants and monsters before. Oh God!—why have you abandoned us in our time of need? What have we done wrong to invoke your ire? Have I not been faithful in your light? Have I not shown power in your name? I became good for you! Became loyal to you. Bled your enemies FOR YOU. Was I not good enough? Did I not bark loud enough? Was I worthless this entire time?