my spike in thy skull, mayhaps thy will refrain from complaining about my cooking.

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(reupload because typos grrr)

Honor Thy Father

A mini 3-pages comic i did to challenge my skills and have some fun

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I have done thy action of taking my pen and creating lines and objects that will form into a drawing of you c:

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We hope you have a great weekend! A friendly reminder to stay a safe distance of 6ft and wear thy mask!

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Gluttony is done! They had to be cleaned up before the shoot. They usually have stuff dangling from their horns, we refer to it as antler jerky. Greed accidentally ate some once, thy don't like to talk about it.

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Day 219: Be thy risen beyond death

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o! to behold the fatness of thy cock

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"Neither shalt thou go up by steps unto mine altar, that thy nakedness be not discovered thereon."

committing the sins once in a while 😝

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"I haven't introduced myself properly haven't i..?"
He thinks and doesn't recall of doing so.
"N-Nice to meet you, Manager & Soul reapers.
Thy name is Lucrenz, I am 21
Nyang Leader assigned me in Mane team and
recruited me a few days ago..
OC

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So hopeless is the world without;
The world within I doubly prize;
Thy world, where guile, and hate, and doubt,
And cold suspicion never rise;
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Poem: Emily Brontë: 3rd September 1844
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Artwork: WorldWithin by EmilyInGondal

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"The mark of my divinity shall scar thy DNA."

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Bless thy tights

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Master... Thou has finally appraised thee with thy Mr. Donut. Kakakak! The actions of thee are worth thy praise💕🍩

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And when thou art weary I'll find thee a bed,
Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head. — John Keats

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Ive been practicing on chibis and thy look so good 😊

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"The shape of thy soul is....nothing"

awesome countdown commission I got from of Rolyat ^o^

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"My love lies deep
Under the ground;
The winter winds
Blow cold around

The cypress tree
Is crowned with snow
Shrouded in white
The graves lie low,

Soft thy kisses
Warm thy breath
Vision of Love –
Angel of Death!"

painter Evelyn de Morgan 1855

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