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ohsoleon

picopepin

my part of a secret santa exchange i was invited to! TuT this piece is for Hota!

Happy Holidays, stay warm!

shortfineel

ikimaru

can't have sad arcanes in my arcanes..

☆ speedpaint

oakleybillions

Happy holidays! 🎄

viria

T'es la meilleure chose qui m'est arrivée

Mais aussi la pire chose qui m'est arrivée💔

perilegs

why hasn't no one posted the kringlefucker yet. you guys used to love the kringlefucker.

commander-ledi

fixing this injustice by slapping it on your post

perilegs

yaay! yippee!

evergreen-femme

when i was a young boy i had the philosophy of ‘balls are the boobs of the penis so its ok that i want to suck on them it doesn’t make me gay” and tbh i was cooking

tastylemonbread

to see a marching band

writing-prompt-s

You are the adventurer who went on an epic quest and defeated the evil king, all to gain the sacred amulet and use its one wish to revive your sister. Now everyone expects you to accept her death and use the wish to undo the damage instead. You refuse.

caffeinewitchcraft

Blood has stopped streaming from the wound bisecting your brow, but it still stings your eyes something fierce. You take your gauntlets off, grimacing as the grime and soot from battle tries to keep the metal welded to your skin. There’d been an explosion during the final fight with the king – no, the tyrant. Explosions, maybe. Your magic’s been erratic lately, the sudden growth of your mana pool far outpacing your control. You wipe your eyes with the back of your cleaner hand.

There’s pressure in your chest you’ve never felt before. You want to laugh. No, you want to scream. Your body is too tired to jump around like you did when you were a little girl, but you find yourself bouncing in place regardless. The thrill of battle and of escaping the castle as it collapsed is thrumming through your veins. You did it. You did it.

You are so happy, so devastatingly happy, that you can feel yourself shutting down. You need—you need rest. Food. Sleep.

Then you can save her. Then you can bring her back.

“Roksala,” Prince Eloyn says. You squint past the last rays of day to see him frowning at you. The ruins of the tyrant’s castle don’t appear to interest him. His eyes narrow. “Are you ignoring me?”