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Kaledo Art

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Stranger Things

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Keni
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Origami Around

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Not today Justin
i don't do bad sauce passes
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Money Collector Malaise
https://soundcloud.com/robin-shi-174708089/money-collecting-malaise
The city’s never quiet, never was quiet, but these days is a roaring-screaming kinda madness. Loud, loud, always too fucking loud. When he shoves his head under a pillow hoping for some sleep, when he digs down deep and fill in the hole behind him. Even when he running across a skyrise a mile high, where it have nothing but…
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Like Real People Do
Like Real People Do
They never have children, the two of them. Him, King, and Her, Queen. Though they’re bound and bond and joined to each other, trapped, they never do consummate that particular union. Because she is too selfish a thing, too caught up in her revelry and freedoms. Because he is too flighty a creature, never held down, never held up.
She would be a terrible mother, he wouldn’t be much of a father.…
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Slim, Quicksilver, Dream Things Memories are hard, for Benedict, they slip through his fingers like starved sparrows. Memories are hard to keep down in the deep dark coolness.
Precious, Precocious Boys They have the same face, always have and always will share the one face. Same crooked jaws and off-centre noses; one broken, one snapped.
Masara Mayhem & Synth Spectacle He sits, quietly, against the glass wall and listens to the sound of a city a mile away.
Larks and Katydids
The house is cold, and asleep. The halls are empty of master and the dusty halls lay silent.
The house is hot, and restless. The windowpanes burn under the sun and the chimney growls.
The house is awake, and famished. Wake up.
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Oneirocosm
She’s meant to stay with the party, they rented out a whole ballroom for it after all, but she doesn’t. When the band strikes up a tune and the dancefloor starts to crowd, she excuses herself for a bathroom break, and leaves.
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Springtime Delight Springtime is for love and life and all the beautiful things of the world to shake off the snow and be renewed, that is what Mother says.
Like Father, Like Daughter Progress and time and change are all hard things for the fae to grasp, to…understand. When lifespans get counted in eras, Kings and Queens and Lords and Ladies, who can keep track of the years?
Changeling Mother
The Journey Begins
Hello and welcome to my offical blog for all of my original work and original characters.
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The Canterbury By-Blows Gentlemen’s Club was established in 1793 in the narrow top floor of a happy couple’s townhouse. First it was the wife’s entertaining parlour, a grand little hide-away for he…
The Coffee Shop AU (that probably doesn’t count)
based on some edits by @gunbladequeen
You find the place by accident, between one late shift and a run to the only groccery that’s open at three in the morning. And maybe you should’ve gone home instead, woke up early to get bread and eggs and all those little things, but you were determined. The rain would hold for the ten minute walk right?
Wrong. The blaring red thunderclouds burst halfway, hitting hard and fast and definitely not stopping soon. You start running, because there’s nothing else to do, and maybe it’s the way the sheets of rain made everything look so strange, or maybe it’s something more, but you get turned around. Not lost, not lost per se, because you know where you are but you’re not on the street you want.
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I think I’ll just add on more to this as the days go until we get to the fun hanky-panky.
The door barely swings shut behind you before the thunderstorm bursts, roaring bright, and shakes the world. Bea behind the counter barely twitches and the black eyed man beside her only rolls his eyes, but the red haired woman hunches down in her seat. And V, in his back corner by the tree, looks up from his book.
His eyes lock on you as the world splits again, shattering around one flashbang point, and you swear. You swear on everything you have, when the lightning chases every bit of darkness from the cafe, the ink-black of his hair goes with it. Bleaching away, or...or dripping away like actual ink until it's white, bone white, dead white. Until his tattooes aren't so dense and dark, until his green eyes glint too bright at you.
The Coffee Shop AU (that probably doesn’t count)
based on some edits by @gunbladequeen
You find the place by accident, between one late shift and a run to the only groccery that's open at three in the morning. And maybe you should've gone home instead, woke up early to get bread and eggs and all those little things, but you were determined. The rain would hold for the ten minute walk right?
Wrong. The blaring red thunderclouds burst halfway, hitting hard and fast and definitely not stopping soon. You start running, because there's nothing else to do, and maybe it's the way the sheets of rain made everything look so strange, or maybe it's something more, but you get turned around. Not lost, not lost per se, because you know where you are but you're not on the street you want.
Stay Wild Moon Child Kalani thinks of his mother in streaks and jumbles of colour. He thinks of her long black hair and the way it looked like a strip of empty night sky stretching into forever.
Earthly Comforts There’s a graveyard that’s overrun with plants out in the forest. There are gravestones that’ve crumbled and worn down with age.