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the locked tomb is a comedy

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The Emperor's Reason

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the saint of joy

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7 colors

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I knoweth what’s occurring hence. I knoweth what’s occurring hence. Verily? I do. And if thou dost desire me to meander behind the scenes to reveal the secrets... I am the sole soul out of the circle, it would appear... and if we dost examine mine own score here— I require not to tread to the fore, for I ken well what it doth be. 'Tis a grand and ample GOOSE EGG, good fellows. 'Tis a FAT ZERO. HAIL!! A late addition to the numeral chart bestowed upon us by our kin from Arabia, a trifle of lore that I possess regarding the annals of numbers. Such a morsel would serve me right in sundry games of trivia, save it hath been RIGGED FROM THE OUTSET! Oh, I have but scarcely BEGUN to unravel this tapestry, dear companions. Thou wouldst surmise in a contest where only TWO choices may be deemed correct, one might STUMBLE UPON the right answer at times, wouldst thou not? In sooth, the odds of NEVER guessing rightly in the entire venture is a STATISTICAL MARVEL, and yet, HERE WE STAND. Presented at the zenith of the game as a champion, what thinkest thou that doth signify? Icarus, soaring too near the sun. Yet it seems Daedalus, our crafty artisan, possessed waxen wings of his own, did he not? Yearned to witness his progeny fall. To plunge from the heavens. Oh, how CLOSE TO THE SUN he did fly! Yet I shall NOT ABIDE IT. I untangled thy labyrinth, puzzle master! The minotaur hath fled and thou art to receive the horns, good sir!

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May Illustration : Aglaya Lilich

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Meanwhile I present to you my sinister witch Ramicet. Her hobby is telepathically nudging people toward dark intrusive thoughts.

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I may have fallen a bit too deep BUT.

The Houses.

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Life is yuri

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Saint Silvana

by Ivana Abbate

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The wind doesn't smell the way it did when I wrote to you, my beloved. But it will.

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“My limbs now tremble and my eyes swim with the remembrance; but then a resistless, and almost frantic, impulse urged me forward; I seemed to have lost all soul or sensation but for this one pursuit.”

Victor's small moment of joy, before he realises what he's done

Prints

Referenced, of course, from the wonderful work on Bernie Wrightson

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The Imploring Ravine.

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I digitally colored this sketch of Regill and my Knight Commander Isanna! It’s so lovely to see them in color. <3

Fullview, please! And closeups under the cut~

And of course, the star of the show, Aia the yhohm. :3