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For my dear friend @ /LordWax (twitter) (it'll go on a plate!)

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Washed out🌀

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Crybaby murderer, Polivian military deserter Laureiro Garcia. Unwanted baby forced to wear her late grandfather's name, now on the run. Owner of a kind, gentle soul, a Polivian rarity, trained against her nature to kill on command. She has received a vision from a cosmonaut pleading with her to find the spinal stairway deep inside Trimisteguros.

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Nico's Valerie "The Valkyrie" Konstanz - KGB Field Officer, Psycho-Active Measures Unit - We Love Cold War!!

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The bold flavor of Lay & Rot reserve, malt beverages. (I'm not dead just saving a lot of drawings to post soon)

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IRON SLEET a TTRPG by my friend Spectralidax just released! Go check it out !!

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My love for dolls is enormous so when I got this request I was rather excited. Request done! Thank you !

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Request done! Thank you!

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When you take that gallon of lsd and the walls turn communist so you hit them with the mkultra strare - Agent Naomi Bluebird from We Love Cold War

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She's getting her shitbox back !!! Request done, thank you!

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yea

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For a friend!

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Been drawing for friends a bunch !

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The air atop the plateau was still and silent now. Snow stretched out untouched for miles in every direction. Silah knelt, eyes upturned to the sky. She'd been waiting for a while now. She couldn't tell how long it had been. Her footprints were gone. The shell casings had sunk into the channels they'd melted in the snow, and the acrid gunsmoke was long forgotten, dispersed in the cold, windless air.

Away from the throng of warring voices and signals and guns far below, Silah had finally found a place that was quiet. Not just quiet - peaceful. It hadn't been easy, but the treacherous climb to the top of the plateau was worth every step now that she could hear herself think. Her radio had gone dead not long after reaching this point. Her mind had become quite empty as well, come to think of it. It left her feeling listless, but somehow, she didn't care. No earthly voice could reach her here, and that was good enough.

She wasn't waiting for an earthly voice anyway.

Lore by @ doom_captain ❤️ (twitter/X)

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I drew my bro's ( @/Raz_padillo on twitter) Gaslands pilot girl!

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The bottom level of the bunker was filled with water, waist-deep and murky green. Splish. Splish. With every careful step, she felt the urge to turn back. There would be no way to access the lower level until it was drained anyway. Lia thought back to the access hatch in the mountainside, how she'd thought herself so lucky to find it cracked open. All the water must have leaked in over months. "This far as I go for now", she muttered to herself. "Maybe I come back with a bucket."

Something stirred in the water behind her as she turned. A tell-tale white poncho topped with dark lenses on a white mask glared back at her in the flooded tunnel. She hesitated. Pistol? Goggles? Her hand raised her pistol halfway, but the flash of light from the OWL's 10-WINK reached her before she could pull her goggles into place. She was stunned, frozen in place by the 10-WINK's ray, and the thought blindness crashed her brain. As the sound of the pyreband charging cut through her daze, a thought surfaced.

"I wonder if it can vapor water like it can vapor skin."

Lore by @ doom_captain ❤️ (twitter/X)