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Heyo! For Christmas I gifted my mom some of your Jesus pics from your shop. She is a theology teacher and wanted me to ask if it's alright if she copies them for school use on worksheets and stuff.
Yeah that's fine! I'm glad she likes them :D
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From an OOC conversation that happened earlier
feat: @askyorick @piltover-sharpshooter
How he found her was hard to explain. It was like following a scent, a sound just out of reach, a sparkle in the corners of your vision. Regardless of how you explained how Yorick ended up here, between the trees of a former boulevard, he knew he found somebody special. Somebody strange. In his normal vision there was just an ethereal veil, but when he looked closer... he saw a girl. Slowly he was walking closer, trying to not startle her.
Gray, a light mist, a woman sitting in front of some tombstones with a long white veil covering her face and body. White hair with tips softly painted in a color... wine, red? Long ears like those of a nymph and a bbandage with small blood stains covering her eyes. She hummed a sweet but sad melody while her hands, also bandaged, played with some herbs, until she felt his presence, but she didn't get uncomfortable, she just turned her face to the direction she heard footsteps coming from:
"Am I making you... uncomfortable? Should I leave?"
Snip snip! @askyorick
The first thing he really heard was the scrapping of nails against metal as the cat did what cats do best, smack whatever was somehow not right in the world with their paws in hopes for it to start making sense or go wherever the said cat was not.
The surprise here was more so that it started talking, giving the monk a moment of blinking in confusion and rubbing his eyes in hopes that he had not finally lost his marbles.
"I... this..." Well he was once again a word smith for the ages. "I am using this shovel because i don't have claws. And sometimes I am the one to bury... instead of digging it up." He hoped that the cat... understood.
Yuumi nodded thoughtfully as he explained, and glanced at the shovel a few times curiously, then back to him.
“So you’re burying stuff! Okay. I’m not very good at burying stuff... Look! My paws are too little.” She sat down, and did her best to sit up, showing her paws to the man her little feet, before setting them back down. “So you bury stuff...” She looked around her, “Is it... people?” She asked with the softest whisper, but she kept talking without a care, “That sounds lonely, being with people who don’t talk back.. But, hey! Yuumi’s here, mister... Mister shovel! Can Yuumi call you that? You can talk with her now!”
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Had she just made him feel uncomfortable around her, after that question? Social situations have never been her forte, after all.
Musing for a few seconds, the woman sat on a musky pit, her cerulean hues quickly glancing at the massive figure before her, following his hand fixing his hood as he replied.
«I’m ready to listen. I like listen to other people’s stories... Always way better than hearing to a boring Solari sermon.»
Then, Ernye paused. Did he even know what Solari were, after all? That wasn’t the main focus of the whole situation, but whatever.
«If talking about it can help you, I’ll listen.»
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The Shadow Isles: a land of the undead, where souls existed eternally bound to the Black Mist. It was a malevolent place, unwelcome to the living, and yet here walked a lone woman dressed in scarlet robes. She strode across the barren lands undeterred, a procession of specters following close behind her. She stepped though an old, decrepit gate into what looked to be a graveyard of sorts, where she hoped to rouse more spirits to follow her... Curiously, as she passed the graves, the souls within did not rise. It was as though they were being bound to something else...
@askyorick
@askyorick | YORICK - (cont. from here)
◈◇◈ ― He spits out the dirt that had reached his lips and his eyes. And just as he recovers, another wad of earth gets thrown in his way, catching in his hair and his immaculate white outfit. Viego GROWLS. Just a moment ago he was wallowing in his despair, the next he’s being buried alive.
“What are you ―?”
Another shovel of dirt gets thrown his way.
“Will you desist.” He grabs for the gravedigger's wrist, “I command you to stop...! What on earth are you doing?”
“WHO SAYS THAT!? Why... why would I be lonely? Would I be banished to the moon?”
