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And now, #24, Naberius!  “Appears in the form of a crow, fluttering about the circle”.  Handy, thanks.  Gives me the license to make a manglecrow.
There are so many demons that appear in the form of birds, I swear to god.  Good job I like the bloody things.

Another gorgeous one, #33, Gaap.  This one had issues with translation: I got two sources, both of whom had translated the latin differently, and the latin itself is ambiguous because it’s handwritten.  So he either appears “when the sun is in the southern signs” or… “in the form of a doctor”.  I went with the latter because how the hell do you illustrate the former, come on.
hahaha the amount of work I’m putting into this is ridiculous. let me tell you how irritating I find the Dictionnaire Infernal ho ho ho


Photo & Edit : Aghil Hosseinian
Sculptor : Hasan Novrozi

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having butterflies in your stomach is a very real, very literal, and very embarrassing phenomenon in night vale

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From Elon James White Tuesday night.

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35. Bulbasaur Flowerpot (Succulent Monsters)
x7r found them! :) you can buy these from here or there is a 3D print version

I promised you previews!
This is #34: Furfur.  He’s a hart with a fiery tail what does all storms and stuff.  Basically; should be a Pokemon. 
I’m doing a mixture of full colour (like Marbas) and duochrome, like Furfur here.  Sometimes I just add a single marker colour in for accents if I’m bored, so it’s a good mixture of nice things.  I, er.  Some are turning out quite gory but what did you expect from me doing a thing with a pen.  You’re welcome.

Thanksgiving is just around the corner, and you know what that means! It means it’s time for us to go groveling to the Brown Stone Spire, thanking it for all that it has done, and all that it has mercifully not done!
This is just a great time to get the family together, eat your fill, then crawl out through the sharp rocks and sand until your knees leave blood streaks on the barren earth, and you feel the Brown Stone Spire loom up before you. But you dare not look. You dare not look.
“Thank you,” you whisper. “Thank you, thank you,” more plea than prayer, more fear than gratitude.
And if it accepts what you have to say, you and your family can return to your homes – shaking, safe, together. Shaking. Together.
And if it does not accept what you say?
It doesn’t really matter what happens after that, does it? I mean, would knowing make it any easier? No. Knowing never does.
The Brown Stone Spire. Give thanks. Cry out thanks. Scream thanks.

Also a great place for selfies, apparently.
Happy Thanksgiving! Today, i’m thankful that this wasn’t a commission or a contest entry so i didn’t have to spend four days finishing it.
It’s the little things in life.