I Realized That I've Never Seen Anyone Mention It, So Here You Go.

I randomly remembered a dream au I had and all I made up after I woke up(and the first thing I did was drawing them before I forget)

It was a Pathologic archaeological au, where Yulia is, well, an archaeologist, and Eva is some kind of a ghost? A miracle? Only Yulia could see her. Eva was some kind of a girl anachronism — all of her clothes was from different centuries btw. She was talking about Utopia where she was from and Yulia almost went insane trying to dig it up or simply understand

And then it was November, the season was over, everyone went home. Except Yulia. She stayed, but in December she had to come back, she has to do work in the Capital.

And also there was Lara Ravel, who was also an archaeologist who could almost see Eva(and also was the one cooking food for the expedition)

And Aspity was a local weirdo who sweared to curse all of them for digging holes here and there

And there was Bad Grief who heard they were digging gold there, came to steal at night bud managed to steal only a shovel

#I wanna bite them so much #like. affectionately

I wawmnt a happy ending fow thewm 😭😭😭😭

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@slice-of-julysky take it. just take it. that's my humble sacrifice.

hear me out i want to see Murky and Grace becoming friends

What if one day Murky asks Burakh to cure her doll? The Plague is unpredictable and extremely deadly, no wonder the kid is scared to death. But there is no panacea yet, Artemy is extremely busy running around the town, walking through the Steppe, only coming home late at night to brew tinctures and leave again. One day Murky goes wandering through the Steppe - she doesn't know much about the herbs, but she surely understands how magical twyre can be - and finds herself somewhere near the cemetery, where she meets Grace. Murky approaches her silently. She says nothing, only pokes Grace a little with a doll's rag hand to get her attention. Grace takes the doll in her hands, gently strokes her head, and starts singing quietly. Murky won't let one hold her doll for long, she'd wait a little and suddenly pull it back, as if she's been struck by electricity. She, then, turns away avoiding eye contact and asks whether the doll answered. The doll looks over Murky's shoulder with her button eyes, hanging her head to the side. Grace wipes a tear from her cheek and doesn't even know what to say. A toy is just a toy, but this is not a simple one, like Murky herself. No one has ever approached her with anything like this before... She stays silent… she lives, then, - Grace guesses the reason for Murky's visit, - is she was dead, she would tell me... I promise that if this happened i would care for her, i would give her milk and sing her every night Murky didn't listen. Relieved, she ran away back in the Steppe. She will come to Grace tomorrow again. Just to check everything ia all right with the doll.