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It's been a very hot second since an original post lol but continuing on with the 100 warriors challenge with #9, Spottedleaf! She definitely exists, tbh I don't have very strong opinions about her...haven't read Spottedleaf's heart so that's partially why LOL also I hated the crush/relationship with Firestar! Just let her live, remove the men from her life :(( as far as design I imagine her to be very small and slender overall, soft and sweet looking, very pretty, very ~sweet aroma~
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✨Wholely unholy ✨
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I completely forgot about Newtscar until I went to go draw Rowanleaf, I felt obligated to draw Newtscar instead. I looked at posts with her character and am absolutely in love with her now.
@fallenclan
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As the Church shrank, dirtied by the ash and smoke of a pope's carbonized corpse and the negligence of its God, the OCS gathered. Headless though the institution was, Mother Superion would have it wield a sword still.
Weapons. Drills. Strategy. Work was endless.
Some new recruits gawked at the ArqTech owner walking amongst them from time to time, hovering by Superion's side. Camila snapped them back into attention — posture! A jab, a hold, a kick were more becoming than gossip.
But there was hardly any of that. There was no time, they witnessed no touches; the two women supervised, commanded, left.
Only when the day was done, with limbs heavy and eyes closed, did work allow for play: timid and tender, when all others were too tired to notice.
A look, a smirk, a caress — exhaustion made them chaste. With holy war on the horizon, carnal thoughts translated into candid touches and luminous kisses against the weight of coming darkness. All else was serious enough, so Mother Superion and Jillian Salvius exchanged no vows and said naught of love.
Warmth sufficed, closeness — the demons would come and lives would fade, so they took humble rewards in those hopeful shadows.
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37/100 - Lionheart
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Redo of Day 1 and Day 100
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#48, Brokenstar - Spotify 100 Challenge
Give me a number and a character!
Yeah I'm running in
Came with a hunnid men
Hush, oh no
I don't know where the bodys been
Stomp on his legs
So a pussy never run again
Oh you did me dirty
So I had to fucking humble him
-Guerilla, Kiraw + Sadfriendd
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006 : leopardstar
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#8, Onestar! Stinky man...kinda fascinating though ngl 👀 I like how "unintimidating with a hint of intimidating" I made him LOL
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"So, your master sent you to silence me, is it?"
"Or perhaps, the boy sent you to fetch me?"
"Oh! Huheh... how about we find out the hard way, milady."
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Holly my beloved
(new merch design)
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What is up with this damn game and aliens!?
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They don't talk about it, not with words.
They kiss and caress and sweat and huff, speaking through other means lest they're forced to confess and make sense of raw sensibility. Language would accuse where nameless action was natural and neutral — irrationality would taint Jillian Salvius' theorems, carnality soil Mother Superion's conscience with sin.
So they make speech out of touch, of secret midnight worship whereby the atheist believes and the believer is condemned.
But without vocabulary there are no sermons, refutations or psalms, no guilt, God, hell; there is only skin, only warmth, only need — there is only them.
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Leafpool fanart for Hollyfawn (host and design by Cheeteh Z) and for 100 warriors challenge
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