Cameo Portrait Of Neeko With Ethiopian Opal And Passion Flower. I Was Playing Her A Lot In LoL At The

One thing I noticed about MHA is that no one talks about what Mic must be going through.

Including him.

Repressing those feelings can’t be healthy…

This scene was also a breaking point for Miraig, whoopsie.

A design for Miraig planned for a project called “Deathbed Dreaming”.

They would appear in this at an earlier point in the story.

Hope you like their magical Doctor Octopus Chaos Hands.

In mourning.

Old canon Elined after Miraig and Viktor didn’t do the one thing she asked (( look out for each other )).

A high-effort shitpost. It’s just a screencap redraw from “The Road to El Dorado”—

“That which inspires us to our greatest good…is also the cause of our greatest evil…”

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The end of this episode broken me into so many pieces, in so many ways.

Have some “League” Miraig!

The first one is “old” canon now, as she in LoL lore was initially meant to essentially have been an enabler to her partner, Viktor.

And then there’s High Noon Miraig. She’s an ex-coal miner turned magic-wielding undertaker. She joined Viktor in this AU as well, believing that the only peace left to be found in the world was in creating a new end. And so, she developed her magic in a way that allows her to rob her victims of sentience, leaving them in a quiet haze, unaware of their own existence. This is how she deals with the risen dead - and the few who dare cross her. She’s been nicknamed “The Unmaker” because of this magic. She robs souls of the humanity that once defined them.

Miraig portrait studies.

I’m so proud of this child.

I gave her the gift of humanity this year.

My slow mental collapse is reaching its climax because I kind of want some really bad things to happen to the apple-fruit company to vindicate my lost sanity.

I guess on top of everything else I gotta actually save shit with a real background now because FOR SOME FUCKING REASON iOS don’t believe in that transparent-background horse-hockey.

Anyway here’s my new buddy, Desmond. Desmond is dead and I killed him. My dormant brain willed it to be so in the dream that created him, and I’m not gonna argue with that decision because it doesn’t like back-talk.

So…Desmond is a very devoted cleric who practiced weaving a protective ritual day in and day out on the monastery grounds. Even his martyrdom couldn’t keep him from protecting the place. His grave is in a corner of the yard he paced, shaded by a modest young tree and bearing Lillies-of-the-Valley…although his cloak brandished Hyacinth imagery. He still casts the very ritual he was struck down for practicing on occasion, since his dedication and affinities with certain cosmic elements changed him into a sort of guardian spirit.

Kess illustrated in a retro anime style.