I Kinda Gave Up On Posting Inktober Stuff Regularly And In Order, Buuuttt I Kinda Got Back Into Beyblade?

nonsexual nudity under the cut

the recent noticable interest in moles reminded me that abt 2+ years ago i made a mole fursona lmao

here he is!

chicken time :)

You are my daaad, you're my dad! Boogie woogie woogie!

first one of my second try of [...]tober combining prompts from different lists :D not gonna hold myself to any rules except like, only combining prompts of the same days, crediting the creators of the lists i used the prompts of and posting however much i manage to draw until the end of this year, don't wanna end up stressing myself out about this.

anyways, the prompts were nosebleed (goretober list by Lezi_gal on instagram) and comfort (magpieve inktober by @mossory )

i literally havent posted anything except that one slightly edited cursed image on here, smh. so, a little encouragement for anyone who sees it and needs it!

most of my waking thoughts these past few days were about these idiots :)

in short, the gravedigger (they/them pronouns) is hard of hearing, grew up with their father and took up his work as gravedigger when he died and is generally a mellow person and since meeting the priest, is slowly getting braver again to help people, even if the person they're trying to help dies/suffers anyways. they go out every night to look for dead bodies of the beasts and any other unfortunate souls that wander the forest and put them in graves that they dig during the day near their hut (the beasts leave them alone for the most part and usually don't attack them, i wonder why :)).

in short, the gravedigger (they/them pronouns) is hard of hearing, grew up with their father and took up his work as gravedigger when he died and is generally a mellow person and since meeting the priest, is slowly getting braver again to help people, even if the person they're trying to help dies/suffers anyways. they go out every night to look for dead bodies of the beasts and any other unfortunate souls that wander the forest and put them in graves that they dig during the day near their hut (the beasts leave them alone for the most part and usually don't attack them, i wonder why :)).

the priest (he/him) grew up in an orthodox orphanage (i think?) and trained to become a priest, thanks to the influence of his mentors and parent figures. he's really anxious and nervous, but reciting prayers has helped him cope with his anxiety attacks. he got sent to the village with another priest to bring hope and a helping hand during the beginning of the plague, though things escalated and he ended up wandering the forest with an infected wound on his leg, until he stumbled in the gravedigger's hut and almost died. the gravedigger amputated his leg and nursed him back to a slightly more stable health state and they've been living together and helping each other since :)) almost forgot, but the priest also really likes wood carving and he keeps injuring himself doing it, because he's rather clumsy with knives and the like

i'll probably end up revising the pierrot's and maybe the gravedigger's designs, but that's them for now! :D

i drew the other kids of team wild fang (with a template and reference pictures for the colours) and i don't hate the outcome :D

i finally finished the second space clown :D

they're called the harlequin and they mostly hang around in the swamp (because they can't really leave it), trying to make anything that looks human enough laugh or atleast smile with some slapstick humour, balloon animals and confetti :) they've mostly given up on trying to find the pierrot, even though it physically hurts them to ignore that need to be together with their Space Clown Comrade

also, they squeak and bounce like a little squeaky bouncy ball :)