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Not today Justin

Kaledo Art
todays bird
Misplaced Lens Cap
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oozey mess
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
dirt enthusiast
occasionally subtle
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blake kathryn

ellievsbear
i don't do bad sauce passes
RMH

if i look back, i am lost
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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I'm getting old :(
Sky shared Moons, Love Aligned
Plotless ArleBina fluff <3
https://archiveofourown.org/works/74852606
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Day 27 of @nonconvember - CNC
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
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Day 19 of @nonconvember - Arranged Marriage
https://archiveofourown.org/works/74353066
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Day 17 of @nonconvember - "I would never hurt you"
I think the link isn't doing what it's normally doing but I promise it works
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
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Day 15 of @nonconvember - Drugged (alternative prompt)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
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Day 12 of @nonconvember - Somnophilia
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
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Day 8 of @nonconvember - Gentle
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Mind the tags~ It's not explicitly stated in the fic itself that Columbina was forced to be a prostitute, but I did write it with that in mind
Day 6 of @nonconvember - Handcuffs
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
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Day 4 of @nonconvember - Forced to watch
Feeding the 3 other people who stumbled upon Columbina/Lynette
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
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This work is part of @nonconvember , starting off with Day 3 - "No more, please"
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
New ArleBina fic!! Arlecchino struggles to believe she's loved and Columbina leaving certainly doesn't help - Hurt without comfort, Angst without a happy ending~
https://archiveofourown.org/works/70347871
New fic!! Sibling outing for Lynette and Freminet, nothing bad happens they're just going shopping :)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Home is where the Heart(h) is, another (short) story about Arlecchino and her children. Just an idea I had to get off my mind, it's very fluffy and Arlecchino gets some quality time with her children yet again teehee
Past bricks build a new home, a new HotH fanfic of mine :) Sort of an Arlecchino character study where she interacts with the main trio while also thinking back to her own childhood and thus her trauma. Nothing graphic or too detailed, though!
Continuance of "Staining Wings Red", I now present To hold your Heart! Another ArleBina cult fanfiction that I spewed out :)
>>Two lovers at a pond, sharing their warmth as they make their back to their home, thinking about what-ifs and each other.<<
Warning for slightly violent thoughts (but nothing actually happened)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
New ArleBina fic!
Warning for Blood and background character death/corpses mentioned
Silence. Deafening silence. The last of the screams has been drowned out, their voices stolen. Serene crimson dripping agonisingly slowly down the walls, puddling, staining. A gruesome sight, one that was not unfamiliar to the Knave, standing at the door and looking into the church, looking at the corpses that came to pray. In the midst of the slaughter sat but a small Damsel, her white dress now a beautiful scarlet.
And the Knave stood, watching, wondering; How does one worship the very being that brings which they fear?