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Also, another random logo for D.O.G.T. (Defenders of Good Times) @defendersofgoodtimes-blog

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Here are a few different black & white variations of my logo. That first one was just a fairly small, black ink outline in my sketchbook, which I just took a picture of on my phone and edited with the stock photo-editing abilities on iPhone. From there, I emailed that top left image to myself and printed a few copies. I then straight-up used black Micron brushes, graphics and the last of my girlfriend's black Prismacolor marker. Then I edited those other three renditions on my phone as well. I pretty much did everything the hard way, but I think it worked out either way.

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vulkan: its me, im ur greatest weakness. *thumbs up*

【 ♕ 】         ❝Tch, doubtful.❞

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( Starter for @nightxshift )

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Cho Kiwa have heard much about the man at the orphanage. They described this Genji as a ‘teddy bear’. Half-Nohrian, half-Hoshidian. How was that even possible? Her parents couldn’t even stay together, and they are from the same region. To think to people from opposing kingdoms could wed and pro-create...Pushing biases aside, she had a task to do.

 As a shrine maiden of the Dawn Dragon’s temple, she had to interact with those helping to run the housing complex. She delivered the donations to the place, after all. With the bag of bullions in hand, she knocked on the front door and waited to be welcomed in or confronted.

“Hello? Is anyone there? I come from the temple. May I speaker to a director?”

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@nightxshift - x!

     There the old man goes-- again. Aohd handed the knife over to the older gentleman, emerald eyes watching as he took the small blade from him, “... I bet I could iron out a hundred broad swords, too.” He mumbled to himself, watching as the man seemed to eyeball the orange fruit. 

     “If you treat it like a sword, you’re gonna crush the whole thing!” Aohd exclaimed, more so out of worry for his wallet. Yet, despite his apparent attempt to discourage Vulkan from taking all the glory of carving the pumpkin-- There was no doubt he was intensely focused on this foreign tradition, watching with almost a childlike admiration. 

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@nightxshift ♡ for a starter!!

【 ♕ 】         Yawn. Followed by the closing of the captains eyes. The day was long and harsh, having come upon not one, but two storms while sailing to this tiny plot of land, only to immediately start lifting the heaviest barrels she could imagine. What she needed was a good drink, or perhaps something along those lines. Maybe something that made her sleepy.

                      ❝ Maybe an inn, ❞ She mused aloud, staring off into the distance at nothing. ❝ I could sleep there, and not risk passing out before I reach my ship. . . ❞

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“So you’re the blacksmith I’ve heard so much about,” Malik mused as he waltzed into the small store, looking the man up and down. “Vergil, was it? Or something like that?” Malik was, in reality, very much aware of Vulkan’s name. He prided himself on knowing everything that went on in his town, after all; he just didn’t want to let on quite how much he knew. Not yet, at least.