May 5, 2022
From Star Wars Vol. 3 #023, âThe Dawn Allianceâ
Art by Ramon Rosanas and Rachelle Rosenberg
Written by Charles Soule
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From Star Wars Vol. 3 #023, âThe Dawn Allianceâ
Art by Ramon Rosanas and Rachelle Rosenberg
Written by Charles Soule
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From Star Wars Vol. 3 #022, âThe Last Divisionâ
Art by Ramon Rosanas and Rachelle Rosenberg
Written by Charles Soule
From Star Wars Vol. 3 #021, âTrapped On a Star Destroyerâ
Art by Marco Castiello, Ramon Rosanas and Rachelle Rosenberg
Written by Charles Soule
Redrew an old Helluva Boss oc of mine in a better style and more creative fit đ
As'real - Carnation
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A Commission for Apologies on the duration of time it took, i'm still working on other commissions as well but i'll have them done soon. Thank you everyone for your patience and hopefully i'll star...
A commission i did for a friend on Deviantart! Enjoy everyone iâm finally back at a point where work isnât strangling me!
"Is that supposed to scare me?" The king asked, staring down - WAY down - at the twins with a very unamused expression. "The rest of the creatures you've dealt with are demons or other ethereal entities, but me? I am far more than that and I suggest you learn some manners. I am trying to help you here, even though I certainly do not HAVE to. You should feel grateful you got us instead of Gamal." He said with a snort of distate at that fake god wannabe.
Asreal knew it would be in his best interest to respect the king, but sometimes his rebellious streak would not stay quiet. Still, he was afraid. Maybe he wasnât afraid that his life was in danger, but he was afraid of the unknown and the spider king represented all things unknown to him and all things he didnât understand. Gods? Deities? These were things he was never sure of, but here was a deity standing right in front of him on several giant legs.
Regardless of how rebellious he was at times, he couldn't deny that the Widower had a kind of authority about him that surpassed the rest of the creatures they had seen. "I apologize." he said, though there was still a sense of sass in his voice. "If I had known before , I would have--"
"Who's Gamal?" Amaris interrupted, shushed immediately by her brother.
"Don't say it's name, that might summon it." He sounded completely serious, even as silly of an idea as it was. Hey, he still didn't know much about how this whole 'demon' thing worked.
"Your blood sssmellsss wonderful." Apophis hissed as he crawled out from the darkness. Up until now he had been the only one to not make an appearance, waiting for the others to get it out of their system before he approached the ones who so foolishly opened the door to allow them all in. He rose up from the floor, each mouth on his body flicking their gross black tendrils between rows of sharp teeth to get a taste of the air around them. "The righteousss onesss alwaysss tassste the bessst..."
Asreal and Amaris werenât sure what to expect, but once Apophis crawled out of the shadows and made his presence known, they already knew this one was dangerous. Asrealâs grabbed Amarisâ arm and pulled her back as he, too, stepped away from the creature, taking slow and careful steps while never taking his eyes off of those monstrous teeth. Although Amaris could not see him, she could sense his wickedness. She covered her mouth with one hand, almost sickened by the heaviness in the air.
âY-youâre wrong.â she spoke up, a disgusted twist to the corners of her lips. âWe-we donât taste good. At all. WeâreâŚsick.â It was a lie, of course, as the two of them were in relatively good health. But if she could say anything to prolong their lives, she would do it. Meanwhile, beside her, Asreal continued to pull her until she was standing behind him, protected if only for a moment.