The Collection of the Agency

The things we saw in the dark are growing bold. 30s something spending too much time online

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By sparth

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claudia, oil on canvas 11"×14"

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Star Wars: Outlaws (2024)

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CALL OF THE ELDER GODS 2026・dev. Out of the Blue

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Scavengers Reign (2023)

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The American Revenue Schooner, by Robert Salmon, 1831

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Baldur's Gate Vista

Concept art for D&D Beyond

Art by Ahmed Maihope

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Scifi cityscapes by Serge Pellé

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William Daniell (1769–1837)

“The Edystone Light-House during the Storm in November 1824”

aquatint, 1825 — source

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Sail types in: Illustrated nautical dictionary, unabridged, by Patterson, Howard, 1891

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THE FALL (2006) dir. Tarsem Singh Costume Design by Eiko Ishioka

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Jimoteè Chamameé

Who wants a Jimothy tattoo 🤣

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Hades II (2024) dev. Supergiant Games Melinoë UI Sprites

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SWORDTEMBER DAY 18 : BARD

Uproar, of polished wood and turning crank 🌲🎵 “It started slowly. An eerie sound that spilt from the instrument and lapped at the corners of the camp like rising floodwater. And then, it got faster, and faster. The sound churning, a roiling current that swirled through the cave, the shadows of the campfire dancing maniacally, the smoke curving its body to the rhythm. The bards hands were a flurry, crank turning and fingers weaving between keys. His eyes were alive with the sound, glazed over and seeing something else, something other than his camp mates. He peered into that place, of singing strings and turning cogs, bringing back as much as his hands could carry. The cave sang, even the creatures from the surrounding forest could hear its song now, each felt that primal pit of dread in their stomach until, as sudden as the cacophonous dance had begun, it stopped. The fire died down, the shadows pulled themselves from the ceiling. The bard blinked, back here, back in the cave, sat by the fire. The night was so quiet, the memory of the music etched itself in the air like the smell of rain after a thunderstorm. The fire crackled, and the bard turned over, closing his eyes. Even is his dreams, the music still followed him, dancing, and jeering.”

Gurdy blade! This one is dedicated to my man Guilhem Desq 🙏

Yesterday’s sword!

You can support me on Patreon for £1 and help me make stuff like this!

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Chol Mabior at Robert Wun Couture FW 2026

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Léonard Misonne (1870-1943) Photographs