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Velvet Velour (AU where it's cold outside, she's not cold because she's dead but it's an excuse to wear a fur coat)

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"wlw" this, "mlm" that, "oh I read this good bl" this, "I need more gl" that

Motherfucker it's called YAOI and YURI and you WILL respect THAT.

I'm so done with "uuu who's the top and who's the bottom" bitch call it what it is which is uke and seme!!!!!!!!

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Imagine being unable to create an engaging narrative between two characters and ruining everything you've built between them in the span of 8 episodes yet making one episode about a side couple that was 10 times more emotionally impactful and romantic than any interactions your main pair had in season 2

Yes I'm talking about arcane

Still waiting for some good lesbian content

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My flesh-eating GF

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The tomb will light up the night sky

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Voerman Sisters modern(er) AU

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why is the face for a masquerade breach the same as

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Anyway happy easter

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I'm also waiting for that session 1 (I'm the DM)

Ventrue PC portrait for my fellow player still awaiting session 1 ekhm ekhm

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It's mermay...

Draw mermaids....

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COOPER! COOP! THE PEOPLE DOWN AT THE BUREAU ARE ACCUSING YOU AND THE SHERIFF OF SOMETHING KNOWN AS DOOMED YAOI. YOURE FUJOING OUT THEYRE SAYING. NOW I STAND WITH YOU COOP I AM A BIT OF A FUJOSHI MYSELF BUT THEYRE NOT TOO HAPPY ABOUT THIS DOWN IN WASHINGTON.

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"Furry artist, I am logging onto forums and I need your strongest commission"

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So uhh umm I just got laid off

So if you were looking to commission some artists I have insane amounts of free time now.

Here's some stuffs I did for folks on tumblr and bsky

Hmu in dms or on ko-fi

Alright cheers then

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Wanderers of Plethe, Vel, Page 1

Seven lights wander in the sky, brighter than any stars. Under these lights is a land called Plethe, where gods, demons and many more beasts of legends wander among mortals. In this land, is a powerful nation called Vallande, where for almost a century, victims of war and plague have been left to wander aimlessly without a home. In this nation, is a small island called Rossia, were the lucky inhabitants are still surprised to see the occasional soldier wander around. On this island, is a small village called Hamel, where the cattles that gives it's life to the place can wander freely in the green mountain sides.

Your name is Vel, a young woman of Hamel. Nothing extraordinary, average height, brown eyes, long and wavy brown hair, fair skin with some small moles here and there. Your dresses are quite short, only going down to your knees to let you work without problems; most of them white, grey, brown or of a dark green so they don't cost too much, though you did buy that one bright blue dress to wear for special occasions after some months of saving your money. You are used to work everyday, lifting hay and buckets of water, installing fences, shoveling cow dung, and all those tasks you have to do to take care of your cattles. You have known little more than this place, a calm village, a green landscape, a life of hard work, but away from the tales of nightmare people bring back from the continent.

The air is fresh, the sun is slowly setting behind the mountains, you walk the cows back home for them to spend the night in the barn so they don't end up eaten by some wolf, griffin or cocatrix. It's honestly the easiest part of your work, the cows themselves largely prefer the barn to the fangs. So you can empty your head for a little while and look at the sky slowly getting darker, and the Wanderers getting brighter. Only three of them are showing themselves upthere tonight, there is the moon, also called Mehnot especially by the priests, and smaller than her are Hengunis and Dhenguo.

Hengunis is red, darker on the underside, the priests says he is the god of war, smithing and fire.

Dhenguo is the dimmest of all Wanderers, a dim yellow without any visible texture, she is said to be the goddess of lands, mountains, caves, fertility and the underworld.

Once at the barn, you start counting your small herd getting ready to sleep, and notice three cows are absent. You quickly go back outside to look for them, and after a short search you notice a familiar silhouette walking to a small little wood close to the village. It's rare, but it's not the first time you have to bring back some cattles, it's no big deal really, just walk there, call the cows, and come back to the barn. But the sky is getting darker, some part of you is getting tense, you walk between the trees, the light is colord of red and yellow, you hope it's not anything meaningful, the priests always talks about the lights of the Wanderers having meaning, but it never meaning anything big for here, its probably for someone else, somewhere else. But this is the sound of an axe you hear, no... axes. You walk slowly, silently, you try to look at what is going on here. And there, you see men in armor, soldiers, killers. You don't see their coat of arms with this dark red and yellow light, but you do see them butchering the poor animals, and taking their parts on the back of their horses. You leave, as quickly as possible without revealing your position, you've heard of what these pillaging type of soldiers can do, it's not worth risking your life.

Back to Hamel... the night is brighter, the Wanderers are not the only lights anymore, the flammes devouring your home are brighter than any god in the sky. The wind bring the smoke of the carnage to your face, burning your eyes and your lungs. You run to hide yourself in the shadows surrounding this hellish scene as you see vague blurry silhouettes of armored soldiers butchering your people in a grimly familiar way.

From behind a standing stone, you spy on these monsters, and hear a one say : -"Lord Hellequin, we're almost done, we have enough b- He is interrupted by who you presume is this "Hellequin", a vague shadow standing in front of the flammes you cannot see in any details, except for these horns decorating his helmet." But his voice... even if there was a storm, the thunder could not cover it. -"You miserable little bastards, do you not see the girl behind the stone? Bring her to me, NOW!" You run, like you never ran, letting yourself fall forward on the mountain side in direction of the woods down under.

The rest is confused, you don't remember much of the rest of the night, as you wake up covered in scratches and bruises in the shelter of a hollow tree. Your head hurts, you must have hit your head when you searched for a place to hide. After taking a moment to wake up and gather your thoughts, you open your eyes wide, and run back to your village.

And here you are, on your knees, in the middle of the ashes. Hellequin, this is the name of the monster who stole your world.

THANK YOU to @marmoladon for Vel's illustration!

If you liked this first page, PLEASE reblog and share to your friends, this is an interactive story, so it work best if multiple people are voting for the direction of the story!

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You can say a lot of things about Anora, but the whole discourse about "uga buga it's pro sex-work/pro-Russian" is the stupidest shit I've seen

Are all of you actually watching the movies everybody has been talking about

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Top 2 things I need in life

- L x Light doujinshi

- lobotomy