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30.7.24

A Japsterdam classic

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15.7.24

Rin.

I love Rin they're my favorite OC honestly

Who couldn't love a pangender non-chalant Japanese person of East Timorean descend that wildly switches her aesthetic from one day to the other?

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13.7.24

First art of Jasmine / ジャスミン where she had her name

There is older art but you'll have to go on my Twitter or Bluesky for that

She's a Half-Japanese Half-Filipino trans girl that nearly named herself "Octavia" until she realized she hates Latin actually

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11.07.24

I tried to do Target Dog

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Hi Luca

Yo

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this is kerdly 2 me. btw

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you can shake him. he enjoys it

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you can shake him. he enjoys it

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Thinking about the gay llama and alpaca from Polar Bear Cafe

Like there's literally no straight explanation for this.

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The wind is howling (I can’t work until I get Deltarune out of my system so here I am getting it out of my system) [Commissions]  [Ko-Fi Store] [Patreon] [RedBubble]

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You should try this ''Normal'' thing you weird weirdo of the weird lands of weirdland, the home of weird

No.

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i suppose i may as well post some pictures i took while hiking over the last couple year

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"Cats have only as much liberty as they have the scratches to want and the pats to take."

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a bit of a little worldbuilding thing for my new project, teehee

It is an ordinary day at the Forum in the great city of Remoria. Bright Helios the all-seeing shines his golden rays against the buildings of marble and cement that surround the square, and the whispers of the Twelve Betyls, stone guardians of the city, can be faintly heard among the chattering of merchants.

An old man is sitting at one of the benches nearby. What catches your attention is the coin he carries around. It glimmers in the sunlight with a color unlike any you've seen before - a pale pink, like dry lips on a Mycthean summer morning. You decide to approach him, inquisitively.

He is staring at the crowd of people surrounding the soldiers, as the tablets of the Acta are replaced, as is the daily rite. They yell and throw their hands, but it's difficult to discern what their anger is about.

"Another city has fallen to the undead." He says. "Another one?" "Indeed. A small colonia far in the south. That's what they're angry about. With good reason, though. Some have friends and family who abandoned all for a new life in Coeturia." He fell silent for a few seconds. "Personally, I'm just glad the miasma is restricted to the south. There's no chance it's gonna make it across the desert, let alone the Tethys." A long silence follows.

"I realize I've made things too somber." The old man says. "Let's change subjects: what were you here for, young one?" "That coin you carry." You say. "I've never seen something like that." He grins, holding it between his fingers. "Oh, this old thing? I commissioned it from the blacksmith not far from here." "What's it made of?" You ask. "Bronze and gold." He says. "It serves as a reminder of our beginning." He flips the coin, and it lands on the opposite side, which is instead made of dull, rusted iron. "And our end." "What do you mean?" You ask. "Have you not heard the tale of the Ages of Man?" He asks in return. You shake your head. "Strange." He chuckles. "It's practically the only thing the philosophers of this age talk about." "I'm not from here, sir." You respond. "I've moved recently from Variscia." "Ah, that explains it." He gets up from the bench, and begins to walk away. "Come with me, and I'll tell you the story."

You begin to walk across the streets of Remoria with the elder. He's quite frail, and you have to help him cross the busy streets. He doesn't seem to mind, and in fact, he's quite talkative.

"When man built the first city, began the Golden Age." He began. "This is the age of empires, of the buildings you see here today. When the only language we knew was that of conquest. It's here that most of our society begins. As it began with that first city, it ended with the birth of a man." "A man?" "Yes. We don't know who he was, we don't know what he did, but because of him what we'd call today Remoria declined and fell. He gave rise to the Silver Age, where the great minds spoke no more, and the arts died and were reshaped to serve his will. The world was divided between kingdoms, who would conquer and subjugate more as more lands were known." "And what happened next?" "The Bronze Age. The conquerors reached their apex, and what was left was only to kill. This age was one of great strife, and even greater warfares. Machinations we today could only recognize as magic. Man forgot who he was and became but a tool to produce or to destroy. The gods had already left, and man sought them in the heavens. But there was no one to respond to their call. Eventually, the world became another casualty in the many wars, and those that had exiled to the firmament became the only ones left. To die alone, presumably." "Does it end there?" "Their story, yes."

Eventually, you reach a taberna. The old man leads you inside the thermopolium at the center, and asks the owner for a cup of wine. "Would you like something?" he asks. "Uhm, sure. Just some posca." you say. He takes a long drink before continuing his story.

"Now, where was i?" "When you first told me about the coin, why did you mention that our beginnings are of gold and bronze?" "Oh, yes. I remember now. When the only remnants of man were those brazen ones scattered across the heavens, they came." "Who?" "The Angeli. They lifted us from our dark icy grave and rebuilt the earth, so we may, as well, be reborn. This is why our lands are different to the ones the Golden ones inhabited, and we call them different names. That's why what was once 'Roma', we now call Remoria. They took the Brazen Men and returned them to their Golden roots, gave them new gods, the ones we call the Titans, and as such we have the world we live in today." "What about the Iron?" "It's the age we currently live in, boy. I can't say that the plan of the Angeli was necessarily successful. Perhaps conquest, war, famine, and death are all within man's nature. The land is rearranged, and as such, the sun shines differently and the blow of the winds is distinct from what we're accustomed to, so our drive is to leave our home and conquer lands more suitable. That's why we're going to Coeturia, and it just so happens that those lands are home to living death. Argyre is the only safe province in Coeturia, but then the Titans will be angered, for we meddle in the lands of dragons, lands that they forbid us to forage from. So perhaps we are bound to die as iron men, after all."

The old man chuckles as he leaves the taberna. You're left with more questions than answers. But as you look at the table, you see a scribble on the napkin. It's a crude map of southwestern Coeturia, the province of Argyre, and two islands, sitting in a lake surrounded by mountains. Under the isles reads the word, "Unless."

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The bio is staying, that one is cool

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Ayo is my header really the fucking Transcaucasian Republic... based

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Ignore the old unfunny memes