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Hey y'all! For anyone interested, I'm opening another 5 slots for charr cub sketches! They'll be available through ko-fi again! reposts and sharing are greatly appreciated! 🥹🫶🏾

ko-fi.com/c/df06c8044f

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More Durotan gifs because I love him. I low key want to write a fanfic about him.

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haven't posted my art here in like twenty slutty slutty years

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the sacrificial lamb

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Artist @ cartumante on X

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chasm.mov

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where in the HELL did that horse come from

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Nervously, I pull from the tarot deck. It's the Nine of Clocks. My fate is revealed to me: It's my bedtime, and I gotta go to sleeps

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stop drawing for others. don't draw for yourself either. play video games

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embarrassment has good bones

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did u go protest today

good evening officer

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South of Midnight by João Bragato #1

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some observations on color coding eyewear in ficton and their meanings

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Perhaps they ought not to have eaten the dragon. There had been people objecting to it at the time. Surely such meat was poisonous. Perhaps it was even an affront, an insult to some intangible order of nature they ought to honour.

But the city was starving, the siege had gone on too long, and the king's troops were still a week's march away. The scorched earth would be fertile again in time, but right now it was barren. Right now there were mouths to feed. So they changed their crossbows for butcher knives and got to work.

None of the royal commanders asked any questions that could not be answered. After all, their aid had come shamefully late. The dragon's horned skull made a noble gift, a fitting tribute from a triumphant city to its humbled king. Who would have thought to question them?

And none of the townsfolk spoke up, when the first golden-eyed babes were born. Children who grew up barefoot and fearless, clambering over the city's patched and rebuilt roofs like they had no notion of falling, with a strange glitter to their skin when the sunlight hit it just so. No one breathed a word about dragons.

Because soon enough there were deft, young hands taking loaves straight out of the oven, heedlessly lifting iron from the forge, plunging into boiling laundry water. And some of them more wondrous still, wild, warm-skinned youths, with inexplicable knowledge and peculiar remedies.

A blessing, their families said proudly. A blessing after so much hardship. Which it was, in its way. This city would never fear dragon fire again.

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genuinely love that when ppl draw their hawke they will add the face blood smear regardless of whether they have it in the game. whos this stranger im looking at? *adds a red stripe across the nose* of course thats my friend Firstname Hawke from dragon age 2