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This commission is for the ever so lovely @iskliveindeistev These are their characters; Eleâzar and Saül from their beautiful novel/world called Pandocheus. You can find out more about it here!

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The first giveaway winner is @damahime !

They win:

1 free fully-colored bust

If you didn’t get picked this round then don’t worry, your entry will carry over to the next round and you still have a chance of being picked for a future giveaway. If you have not yet entered or you would like to enter again (multiple entries are allowed) then the post is here.

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PIXIE <3

*Flutters* (✿◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ 

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59 : What's your favorite myth ? ~

My all-time favorite actually wound up birthing my foray into the high-fantasy genre of writing. My second book was going to only see an element of high fantasy, but it wound up flying out of control because of this stupid myth.

It’s a very old Welsh myth from a document known as the Mabinogi. It’s thought to only really be a tidbit of the larger story, but it captured my heart and it led me into Eurytus.

Once upon a time, there was a deity named Arawn. God of the dead, the dreaming, and of war, Arawn enjoyed hunting, riding across the moors of Annwn with his hounds in search of wayward souls, and challenging demigods and other proud men to combat when they themselves grew too proud and destructive.

One morning, Arawn was riding across the moors again; hounds baying and crying as he pursued and hunted a great stag. The animal was able to outpace him for quite a while, until it was shot by a man that was most certainly not Arawn.

Pwyll pen Annwn was the king of Dyfed, and he, too, had been tracking the very same stag. But Arawn had been pursuing it longer, and as a god, demanded recompense for the theft of his kill.

Pwyll was a proud and noble man. He didn’t fear Arawn, but offered him the respect he was due. “How may I earn your forgiveness?” he asked, and Arawn had an idea.

For a year and a day, Pwyll was to take the form of Arawn and rule Annwn in Arawn’s place. Then, at on the last day of their secret, he was to challenge the only enemy Arawn had that he couldn’t best. Hafgan.

To Arawn’s great surprise, Pwyll’s valor and skill in battle saw him kill Hafgan. Arawn was so pleased that, when he appeared to Pwyll in order to resume their rightful faces, he pronounced Pwyll’s debt to be paid.

However, Arawn was quick to discover that not only did Pwyll care for Annwn, but he had also refused to sleep with Arawn’s wife. Arawn was so shocked by Pwyll’s sense of honor and dignity that he announced them to forever be friends. When Pwyll inevitably died, Arawn retained his friendship with Pwyll’s realm, and even delivered to his son the gift of magical pigs that would revive each time they were slaughtered and butchered to feed his family.

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damahime replied to your post:I kinda need a hug :/

I just tighten my thighs reading you. Hope you feel better D: *hug <3*

Thank  you D: I’m doing a lot better now, fortunately. All the warm messages have been really comforting and have me officially able to actually sleep tonight <3

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@damahime commissioned me for a sketch of Resheph for a certain someone~  <3

Oh god I love monsterboys.

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...Okay, I worked out. I managed to do some of my reps through my entire regimen despite how sore I am. I am the living embodiment of suffering. I blame @myrrde.

On the bright side, my perfume is now wonderfully scented with my own personal musk.