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thanks capcom. i need him. carnally.

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White Mage Psyduck

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Alma

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prints available here. pls dm for information on tattoo permisions.

my Legend of Zelda bug collection!

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RoyalPrincessAlice様とのコラボで描かせていただきました。 ♟Chess Board Cat 🐈‍https://t.co/9dU3QealxJ

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Trilobite beetles

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they are on a date

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Oblivion by Haiyang

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Breath of the Wild Location Posters made by TimKellyPrints

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Sand Seal Seriously!

Who else saw Riju plush sand seals and wanted.. no more like needed one well I made one! He's the best little guy tm

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a little extra for Fungi Friday!! some little minis and a snail lol

update: added these as stickers as such over here lol

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Medusa

The stone walls creaked, breeze billowing through the empty halls of the abandoned castle.

Villain had a way of listening to the stone's whispers, understanding its every shift and crack.

Someone was inside.

She found him kneeling in the throne room overgrown by ivy and moss. Paying respect to the statues of the fallen king and queen.

Villain stepped up behind him, the cobblestone clicking beneath her heels.

Hero inhaled sharply, spine straightening.

"Don't turn around," Villain said, "Don't look. If you look, I will kill you."

The warning fell from her lips on automatic. So often repeated, it felt engraved on her tongue.

It was the only mercy she offered, and the only one allowed to her.

And it tired her.

She glanced around, wondering how many more statues could fit in the courtyard.

Hero swallowed, hands resting in his lap. "I do not come to harm you."

"How liberating it must be to have a choice in the matter," Villain said, stepping closer.

She knelt down behind him, white skirts pooling around her feet.

She leaned close to his ear. "If you try to use me, you will not survive. You are not the first to try, and you will not be the last. You humans think that being flesh and blood makes you invincible; different, in your passion, from the last crumbling mortal. You're not. You all fall to stone. If you wish to live..." She reached out to trace the curve of his brow. "Leave."

"You are lonely," Hero said softly. A stream of sunlight caught his hair, igniting it golden.

"Yes," Villain admitted. What did it matter? No use in keeping secrets from the dead.

A single glance at her face, and she would be alone again. Ruler of a hollow, soulless castle.

Villain watched Hero's line of sight shift toward another statue across the room, one of many turning the court into a graveyard.

They called her Medusa, after the mythic villain of old tales. To lock eyes with Medusa was to turn to stone.

Many sought to capture Villain's image, whether through enchanted mirrors magicked to steal her reflection, or foolish attempts at painting her likeness. They lusted to wield her likeness as a weapon. To spread it across enemy lines in a massacre of crumbling stone; to tuck a portrait into a lover's letter to kill them with a glance.

"That is why I am here," Hero said. "I imagine it has been a long time indeed since you've had any sincere company."

"You are sealing your own fate," Villain said. "Just as the others have. They always look. They can't help themselves. There is a draw to my eyes, in mere moments you won't be able to resist."

A small smile curled the hero's blushy lips. "I am not afraid."

"Then you are a fool," Villain said, standing up and turning away.

A hand caught her wrist. Fingers warm and gentle against her skin.

Her breath caught.

"Look at me," Hero said softly.

Villain stood statue still. "Do you wish to die?"

"I wish to see you," he replied. "And I wish for you to see me."

"It is cruel to make me your murderer without my consent," Villain murmured.

She listened to Hero rise off of the ground. "Look at me," he repeated. "It's okay."

Villain slated her expression and turned to face him.

Her eyes locked onto Hero's. His, a cloudy grey turned milky and white. It shone in the light like uncut marble.

Nothing happened. No creaking bones cementing into rock, no terrified gaze locked into an expression never again to be altered by time.

He was untouched. Human. Alive.

Villain released a shuddering breath, staring at the hero if he were the most beautiful thing in creation.

In that moment, those mottled, unseeing eyes, were.

Hero lifted a hand, palm stopping short of Villain's cheek. "You've seen me. May I now see you?"

Swallowing hard, she nodded. "Yes."

Hero advanced slowly to cup her face between his hands, using his fingers to gently map out her features.

Her eyes fluttered close at the brush of thumbs against her eyelids. He traced the line of her jaw and the curve of her lips, trailing over nose and cheeks and temple.

"You are beautiful," Hero said.

Villain laughed, an unbidden tear falling into the cracks of Hero's palm.

His grip tightened a fraction in response, turned cradling.

Villain found herself leaning into his touch. So warm in contrast to the endless labyrinth of stone corpses.

A sob caught somewhere in her chest.

She couldn't kill him. Not with a mere look, anyway. Never had she been able to hold someone's gaze without watching the light in them snuff out. It made her want to stare and stare and stare.

It felt like freedom. It felt like mercy.

It was too perfect, too kind of the fates, to be true.

"What will you tell them when you return? 'The man who conquered Medusa's wicked stare.' You will be a hero to them." Villain pulled back an inch, voice cracking. "Perhaps you're here to slay me. Gouge out my spell-binding eyes and offer my head on a stake to your people."

Hero's brow creased, hand dropping absently to finger the fold of her skirts. His thumb brushed her hip through the drapes of fabric.

"I would not harm you, my lady. I have listened to stories of you for years. They say you are a monster. They don't consider how it must feel... How you must hurt. Nobody should bear such pain alone." His free hand rose carefully, as if expecting an objection, before brushing her hair back.

Villain watched him. His touch was magic against her skin.

"You've come to help shoulder my pain?"

"They cast me out, as they did you. They call me a traitor for what I speak on your behalf. I think...I think I fell in love with you far before we met; before this moment." Hero swallowed, eyes managing a fairly accurate glance toward hers. "I am alone too. I thought- perhaps, that you... That we-"

Villain stepped closer, cupping the hero's face, and kissed him. Gentle and soft and all the things they claimed she wasn't.

They would be alone, together. Perhaps, she realized, that was enough.

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By  たねいも  / Twitter:  @taneimo_drop  

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Phantom of the Forest

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HAUNTED HOUSE 

by Ksenia “Iren Horrors” Svincova