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CITY OF ANGELS

Donald Trump has authorized 2,000 National Guard troops to be used against protesters, whose goal was to put a stop to ICE's kidnapping raids.

Being undocumented is not a criminal offense in the United States of America.

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These two nerds again.

I've tweaked Rodion's design again. Now he looks like Dostoyewsky's scrapped oc. Just like he meant to be.

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Make some noise for Asmodeus, everyone!!

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Once I "made" a custom emoji for my mum by crudely drawing a hijab on it and now whenever she wants me to buy a coffee for her I get a text like this

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Rydwan is a simple man with simple needs. Don't worry! His wishes got fullfiled! And I hope that you too Homies are spending this break well. Happy Easter! 🐣

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Mr Rodion and his wife.

Aka, "the idiot who made the Principality bow down to him" and said Principality

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Old habits die hard, right?

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My two terrible children, Lux and Disaster, who on the 15th of February had their eleventh birthday 😭🎂

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I am so sorry for never properly introducing myself here.

My name is Max, I am from Poland, I like poststamps and writing about my blorbos :DD

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"Paradise looked different when you were in a man's arms. It especially didn't look like the one she was used to, but she didn't complain. At least she didn't until she reluctantly returned to her seat. Surprised that they wouldn't let her through the gate. Something bad was hanging in the air. The other angels stopped talking when she entered. Hundreds of pairs of glowing, angry eyes pierced the Principality like daggers, causing her to momentarily lose her spirit.

They didn't look at her like they did when she did something wrong. This time they looked like they had something absolutely disgusting in front of them.

In the background she saw one of her guardians. The lion shook his head, both of his faces twisted in a grimace full of fear.

"What have you done?" he whispered resentfully, breaking the silence. He had never been so quiet, and his voice chilled her from her toes to the tip of her halo.

They knew. They always knew.

She stepped back a little closer to the gate, spreading her wings. Okay, she must have caused a mess, now they were pissed. She would sit in the desert for a while, then come back and they would talk about everything calmly. Usually it worked. But this time it didn't.

"Get her!"

She took off running. She didn't have time to get off the ground. A cloud of angels fell on her in fury, swirling and showering feathers like fighting birds. Claws tore, scratched, dug into anything they could.

She howled in panic, trying to defend herself or at least beg for mercy.

Her pleas seemed to only whet the crowd's appetite for brutal lynching. She was an impure sinner and had no right to even call herself one of them, so the angels made every effort to remove her from there.

She stopped begging, familiarizing herself with the angelic spear. After that, she just screamed in pain. The last thing she saw was a part of a wing torn from its socket, which probably belonged to her before.

But that wasn't what hurt the most.

The cherub towering over the divine seagulls turned both heads away and rose into the sky in silence, deaf to his protégé.

That day, thunderbolts flew around besides the feathers.

The people hid in their houses, terrified by the storm, which hadn't been so raging in centuries.

The musician probably didn't find out why his girlfriend never returned to him after the intoxicating night they spent together. He sat under the temple, staring at the lightning bolts striking everything in sight.

One of those lightning bolts fell into the depths of hell after the angels finally left the broken form of the sinner, throwing her into the abyss.

She only became aware of this when she slammed her head into the ground with such force that her halo shattered into pieces, effectively cutting her off from her home forever.

She fell. But at least not by the hand of You Know Who."

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Hi, today I bring you oc artwork referenced with "The Fallen Angel" by Alexandre Cabanel and out of context lore writing. Tomorrow? Who knows.

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Dziś płuczemy paszcze.

Mouthwashing spread from the sketchbook! I've played this game over the NYE break and absolutely lost my mind over it!!

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Dziś płuczemy paszcze.

Mouthwashing spread from the sketchbook! I've played this game over the NYE break and absolutely lost my mind over it!!

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Boop! Got your Tank! Happy birthday!

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Aww, don't cry! You weren't the one who spilled red barszcz on your mama's favorite festive tablecloth, almost causing her to have a stroke! He was!!! (and he will do it again, come on, look at him)

Happy Holidays to all of you guys! Spend this time as joyful and peaceful as one can!

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Aww, don't cry! You weren't the one who spilled red barszcz on your mama's favorite festive tablecloth, almost causing her to have a stroke! He was!!! (and he will do it again, come on, look at him)

Happy Holidays to all of you guys! Spend this time as joyful and peaceful as one can!

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Learning grayscale with these two idiots!

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thinking about creatures.