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the gangs all here....sniffle sniffle..sob sob..OOOUUUUGG

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Drive by pick up

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i love my husband

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angel and lee my beloved..

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happy valentines day you gremlins

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hahahaha heyyyy do u wanna be my valentine...? (joking obv haha yeahhhhh,,,,,)

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ME AND MY IRL FRIENDS MEETING AT SCHOOL LMFAOOOO

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also i have prepared for u a special treat..art for one ofmy friends...(not posting the other one cause SOMEONE *COUGH COUGH* KNOWS MY TUMBLR AND WILL SEE IT. I CURSE YOU)

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A slightly older comic in which Cole and Jareth have a serious conversation

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OH WHAT THE FUCK IS UP KYLE WHAT THE FUCK IS UP!

The Mystery of Healing: Story 2 - Part 2

Kylantha walked along the allies of her town again. She walked with a dark brown cloak, not the one that hung in her room, with the slashes in it and leaf clasps for the neck, but instead the cloak that her grandmother had gotten her when Kylantha had first moved in. Made of wool, so even in the coldest of winter’s Kylantha could be warm.

It was not the cold of winter outside, indeed it was the gentle chill of spring. Yet Kylantha wore her cloak anway. It had a hood. Her hair and all of the flowers that grew from it could be hidden within that hood. She appreciated that more than she appreciated the warmth. It allowed her to be anonymous. As anonymous as one such person who always wore a cloak in a decently small village could be.

Therefore, Kylantha kept to the shadows. Walking on light nearly silent feet between houses, stores, and storehouses. Enjoying the sunlight around her even as she stuck to the shadows.

Passing near the middle of town, Kylantha paused, looking out at the square where just a month ago traders had been. Looking to bargain and trade. It was where Kylantha’s Grandmother had gotten Kylantha’s locket.

She turned and moved away. The square was busy today. People milled about, and she recognized most of them. She had fixed their locks. Her mind reached for the other things she had once done for them but she blocked it. She could not think about that. Her feet moved away, taking her to a different place as she wrapped her cloak around her more. Seeking the comfort of being cocooned more than the pleasure of being warm.

She looked at the sky. It had surely been an hour, yet as she had feared, the sun had moved barely any. It had been perhaps a quarter of an hour. She did not know where to spend the rest of it. 

She walked along the outside of the town square, behind the shops and community stores. Behind the large town hall. Kylantha paused and looked at the building. Something about it seeming, off.

A massive wooden structure, the town hall had not been built, but instead grown with the magic of the elves and minotaurs that lived in. Only the richest houses were sung into places such as this. Massivive constructions of living tree’s that grew into the shape of a long building with three floors. Indeed she could see where those who had grown it had shaped the windows, made from branches, to hold the glass.

She shrugged to herself. She had nothing better to do while she was out and about. That feeling of offness had not quite gone away. She moved to go towards the building, to go out into the square to take the main entrance. Then stopped herself.

How should I approach this, she thought to herself as she regarded the structure. Once she had been in multiple times before. Yet those times where when she had been invited in. Going with her grandmother or…

Once more she pushed thoughts from her mind. Something was off about the building. She was almost certain of it now. She frowned, taking her hood off. Walking forwards towards the building, she rested a hand on one of the tree’s trucks that made it up. She was not quite sure why she did it, it simply felt right.

When first investigating a situation, always make sure to look at everything that’s presented as a whole first, and then start to investigate the individual pieces.

Her thoughts spoke to her in her grandmothers voice. She nodded to herself. She was moving both too fast and too slow. Too fast for proper inspection, and too slow to be of any use in case whatever she felt was more than just a feeling.

Find what is wrong first. Do a perimeter. Kylantha’s grandmother’s words came back to her again. Two months with her Grandmother and Kylantha had already started to learn that while she was a locksmith, that was only one of hre grandmother’s many talents.

She started to walk around the building. Hood down so she could see without any shadows in her eyes, each step quiet but not silent as she moved and her cloak flowed behind her.

The wind picked up and she felt some flowers blow out of her hair (Quickly replaced by new ones) as she looked at the tree’s to see if any where sick. As she looked at the windows in case of fire. As she considered what-

A flicker of movement caught her eye. It was on the third floor. A floor reserved for only those with permission or supervision. The place where the town records were kept. She frowned. Watching the window for another flicker. Standing perfectly still in the street below.

A few moments later it happened again, not once but twice. And she distinctly saw two shapes. It was not much to go on, but it was more proof than she had had a few moments before, therefore it was more valuable.

She nodded to herself, before turning to head to the front door. She reached up, to run a hand through the flowers and her hair.

She watched as they fell to the soft grassy ground. Expecting them to find a place to take root. Instead, she watched as they withered and vanished to dust.

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i cant UPDATE MY STUFF ON TUMBLR AND I HAVE THE THEME DIFURED OUT NOOOO

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a lil info about angel after the entire fiasco with the maker went down, he constantly coped by being hypersexual (which damaged him more in the end) and he would constantly try to shrug it off (this is present day angel, in the mid 2000s??? whenever clubbing was still really big lol idk)

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me:3

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damn its been like 4 months since i touched a plushes pain im dying bro

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SPENCE IM SO SORRY IF YOU SEE ME BEING FERAL IM JUST VERY EXCITED THAT UR WRITING AGAINSKFJKSJFSK

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THE GODS HAVE SPOKEN AND WE HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH ANOTHER MOONSHADOW WRITINGGGG >:)

The Mystery of Healing: Story 2 - Part 1

Kylantha worked on the lock that had been presented her with a careful focus. Tools inside as she tried to slip the broken key fragments out of the lock. She pursed her lips in a gentle frustration as she continued to try to get the fragments out. They were twisted however, and stuck in a manor she’d not yet seen before. Frustrated she set her tools and her lock down. Running a hand through her hair.

Of course the flowers that grew in her hair, tulips and violets for the springtime, fell and hit the floor before new flowers grew in their place. She looked at the small mess she had just made and let out a sigh.

“Being dramatic are we today?” The deep feminine voice of her grandmother asked from where the elder elven woman was seated a few feet away reading a romance novel with a handsome elven man on the cover. “Or has the key finally beaten you?”

Instantly Kylantha looked down. Dark green eyes finding the floor. A gentle shame flooded her. “No Grandmother, I’m not,” She said in that voice that did not feel like it was meant to be hers. The one that so often felt like she spoke and another said her words for her. She did not wish to speak more, yet there was the other question. “It has not.”

Her grandmother hid her wince well, but Kylantha had been around her long enough to tell that it had happened. She did not have to look up to see the look of gentle pity that she was being given. A look she always felt guilty for. She did not deserve pity. Everyone else made that quite clear. Everyone who mattered anyway.

“If you need a break take one. You’ve already gotten most of the key out. Today’s a slow day and there’s no rush on fixing any of these locks” The warmth of her grandmother’s voice felt wrong. Kylantha was failing in her task. She wanted to rip her locket off, the beautiful gold masterwork with the moonflower silver inlay. The one her grandmother had gotten her not but a month ago for her seventy-sixth birthday.

She did not, indeed she took a breath and felt her shirt press the locket against her sternum. There was some comfort there against the metal warmed by the contact with her skin. She looked up at her grandmother. Dark green eyes finding the woman who had taken her in.

“Do I have to?” She asked softly, almost hopeful that she would have an excuse to not take a break. That her Grandmother would change her mind and tell Kylantha to keep working on fixing the lock.

Her grandmother looked back at her and smiled. Looking at Kylantha and then the rock. Considering the options she had given her grandaughter. Kylantha saw warmth in that gaze. The warmth of a hot mug of coco. Her stomach tightened at that.

“Yes. Go outside, take a walk. Come back after an hour has passed. No sooner, though I do not care if there is a much later.” Kylantha’s grandmother sood and stretched, yawning gently. “I need some rest myself,” She winked.

Kylantha blinked at her grandmother. She needed, then she took a moment. Her mind focusing. Her grandmother’s finger was still in the book marking the page. She had not put the elegant wooden bookmark she usually used inside of the book.

“Are you just standing up so that I feel better about leaving?” Kylantha asked, tilting her head to the side- jossling the flower that had grown in her hair, though none had fallen out.

Her grandmother smiled. “And what would give you that idea Kyl?” She asked, gentle and kind amusement infusing her tone.

“Your finger is still in your book,” Kylantha pointed, speaking almost instantly after the questionm was asked. “And you have not grabbed your bookmark yet. That indicates that you are not going anywhere and will simply sit down and continue to read once I leave.”

“Very good observations,” Her grandmother said with a smile and a nod. “I’m proud that you made those, astute as always,” The elder elven woman walked over to the workbench where the lock that Kylantha had set down was. As well as the tools that she had not put up yet. “What could you also infer?”

The wheels in Kylantha’s mind turned as she considered the evidence. They were in the workshop, and that generally meant that they would be there for most of the day. However the seats in the workshop were not meant for comfort.

It clicked. She walked over and grabbed her grandmothers bookmark. A beautiful think peace of mahogony wood, with an eatching of a young elven woman with a rapier fighting off a hundred men with swords.

“If you’re going to the living room to be by the fire,” She murmured softly. “You’re still going to want this right? In case something comes up quickly.”

Her grandmother smiled. “I am,” She said taking the bookmark. “Now, go enjoy your mandatory time off granddaughter. The locks will still be here when you return.”