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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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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Following up with the engineer. A quick Heavy sketch. Yet again, screw thy references and perfections, I strive for the joy of art, not the critiques of it.

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"Thus much for thy assurance know; a hollow friend is but a hellish foe." - Nicholas Breton

Day 28: Hollow

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"Fuck thy racist shit. All my courtiers hate racist shit."
- Queen Indigo

Art by my fave

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56 - The Music Box: Play your song in solemn silence.Only family will hear its chord
Every sibling a note& every friend a verse.
Show the enemies thy refrain& your friends thy master piece.
He called you a failure, but one can never predict art [...] But one can always play along

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