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The Dirge Singer Turns to Amethyst

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Eona Cosplay 2

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Literature

City of Shadows - Part 1, Take 2

The door burst inward with a crash and the crack of splintering wood. Guards piled through the doorway shoulder to shoulder, hands on hilts. At the sight of them, the boy leapt up with a yelp, flying into his mother's arms. She folded him tightly in her grasp, glaring at the intruders. “What is the meaning of this?” the father demanded, rising from his chair. The boy twisted in his mother’s grasp, turning to peer at the intruders with widened eyes as she knit her fingers tighter, digging them into the fabric of his clothing. “By authority of the mayor,” the first of the guards began, “this woman and the b

Writing

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Literature

Artisan - The Olaf Saga, Part 2

Contrition. The Artisan couldn’t decide if the word was an entirely fitting descriptor, but it was the closest that came to mind as he dangled in the closet with chains biting into his arms and the Hand’s zombie grumbling disconsolately somewhere beside him. Contrite, and humiliated; the god amongst corpsecrafters brought low and shamed by his own experiment gone awry. Of all the outcomes he had expected… The boy – no, rather Olaf, though the doctor couldn’t bring himself to determine whether this change was owed to a prideful refusal to admit that the one who’d subdued him was a mere boy, or the accepta

Artisan Plotline

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Silver's Screentone Pack V3

PS Resources

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D - Silverclaws 3

Dolls

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Patapon

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Flying Guillotine Ain't No Thang

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LARP Shirt

Cosplay and Crafts

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Random Bard Girl

Progress and WIP

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Literature

NNWM Part 1 - City of Shadows

The door burst inwards with a crash and the crack of the splintering wood as the latch tore free, but the sound was immediately drowned out by the shouting voices of the guards as they stormed into the small home. At the sudden cacophony and the sight of the armored men, the young boy leapt up with a yelp, inadvertently flying directly into the arms of his mother. She folded him tightly in her grasp, focusing a reproachful glare at the intruders. “What is the meaning of this?” the father demanded, rising from his chair and glancing from wife and son to the guards that now made their way inside. The boy twisted in his mother&rsquo

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