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Rolling back into my obsession

Late to the trend but had to make it about them

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I'm tired, boss.

I really like how Kaelon turned out here, but I hate how Lysander turned out...😭😭😭

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Bryon's new skin...

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Chillin’ on the Bridge

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themmm😭💔💔💔💔

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old contest entry

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Personality hire

Working Cats

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I LOVE GAMBLING

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Thane and Baden :|

I drew it a bit long :||||

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Wallpaper with Kaelon

This is my new hyperfixation. Kaelon is too good

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This is how Kaelon was born.

I will not apologize.

It's a joke)

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Nerds: The Story

https://www.tumblr.com/vergilandweskerfan/791425409044611072/place-elevator-in-oak-inn-all-of-her-arms-were?source=share

The link for Part 1.

Hm.

It was rather cold up here, as Madeline noticed. The wind blew past her, through the strands of hair. What wonderful knots would form later on, she wondered. Ranhorn seemed so far away, as the whale flew his rounds. Just hours before, the staff had been bustling around, to prepare for the take-off. The storage room was stuffed with food. You could go outside, as they had installed railings just recently, due to an incident with other hotel guests.

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Whoever was strong enough to have broken the previous railings, must have been an absolute unit. But perhaps she had understood it wrongly? It had been mere months, since her arrival, afterall and the language barrier had been...strong. To say the least. It sounded like gibberish and she still needed several minutes, before understanding and responding. Luckily, speaking it was easier than writing it, by far even! A pleased hum left her throat, as she looked down, to the calm waters underneath the whale.

Just as she sighed and intended to stop leaning out of the window, due to the pressure and speed of the wind rather knocking the air out of her lungs than providing her with more, something hit her head, before continuing to fall somewhere onto the terrain.

A pained yelp left her mouth, followed by a string of curses. Her upper pair of hands shot up, to hold the now sore spot on the back of her head.

"EY! GEHT'S NOCH!?", she yelled. Furious, she leaned even more out, and looked up, to the higher windows, in search of the culprit.

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Where was it, where was it, where was it? Silas had been searching the entire room, to find his notebook, the tubes with the syringes already slightly raised in annoyance. THE notebook, of all notebooks he had taken with him-- Oh, and the logs! Afterall, he wanted to document possibly interesting individuals. A few of which he had found sooner than expected. On his way to his room, he had met this four-armed lightbearer and then some other graveborns. Weirdly enough, also Thoran, the king had shown up, with the stupidly loyal Grezhul in one of his suit cases....

"Ah, here you are!", he exclaimed, after finding the desired notebook on the windowsill. Just as he reached for it, though, the narrator decided to play a mean trick on him. The winds outside grew stronger, the window flew open, and with it? The notebook. As if trying to fly, it opened, with the individual sheets fluttering in the wind.

"My notebook! Come back here!"

In a desperate attempt at getting it back, he leaned outside, trying to catch it, yet it barely escaped his fingers. He watched it fall, with horror. WHAT IF IT LANDED IN THE OCEAN!?

His worries were eased, as he watched it fall onto the head of the resident a few levels below him. They spiked again, as the book continued to fall, but eventually landed within the are of the railings. He wasted no time, to exit his room and quickly take the elevator down. Admittedly, it would have been faster if there had been stairs, but  he'd rather not complain right now. From somewhere, he could hear a loud and angry yell, in an unknown language. Hm, sounded...harsh, must have been a language of the maulers. As soon as the elevator doors opened, he zoomed out, quick as a flash, and outside, to his book.

It wasn't until it had been safely retrieved and checked for missing contents, that he looked up, to the window, where the book had hit the person's head.

"Luckily, it's unscathed....the window must have not been properly closed."

Oh. From the window, the woman from the elevator glared at him, leaning dangerously far out of the window, only the lower pair of her arms holding onto the window frame. She waved her mechanical hand in front of her face, palm facing her, the upper right hand still rubbing the spot hit by the book. He...supposed that it wasn't a greeting. He shrugged, in response. It hadn't been his fault that the window had magically opened, afterall. Yet, it didn' seem to convey much, als she made a motion, as if cutting her throat, her gaze no less agitated. 

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Traumatising my favourite characters>

I love angst

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Enjoy a moment of peace!

The zither makes a quiet sound, and the square fills with music. Two people are sitting on the fountain: the zither player himself and his buddy. The water began to make noise as if in rhythm. People speak more quietly. And even the god of games breathes in unison. He looks at Kaelon with curiosity and realizes that every time he sees him smile..

it is a real stroke of luck...

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☞ THUS