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WIP.
Some extrafancy jewelry for Splendor, the guy who ruins my DnD groups chance of getting shit done without stealing everything.

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here's another picture from the forgotten ruins of my file folders: this is my oc torrin he's half dragon and all sexy

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When it comes to Charm's foes, perhaps her most dangerous is the kettlebound spirit of Avaric van Gass. Trapped in a cauldron for thousands of years and trawled out of the sea amidst the ruins of his civilization, Avaric uses the power of hypnosis to have his bidding done.

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Aquí va “Mare Nostrum” un concept marítimo. Cielo, agua y arquitectura 100% pintados

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Twelfth day: Auchindoun.

What a horrible fate, for this once beautiful city to now lay in ruins...

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Standing within a small, ravaged city, Hina stared around. Her lips were curled into a bright grin, something that was rare for her.

"Spare your useless chatter, I ended all of those people's suffering."

The city had been mostly destroyed, with buildings lying in ruins, and -

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RIGHT SIZES THIS TIME heres some more niniels
and heres the tumblr post in case twitter Ruins this https://t.co/YlHVz7HXih

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things I have always said:
I don't like Overwatch
I don't like ships
I don't like furries

I still agree with all of the above believe it or not 😂 The game ruins me clearly so let's just say Overwatch is my awful guilty exception to everything

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(and some others, this is all a little template I made for Kirby and decided to try to make other characters in the same style, Marx was too big and Susie has a weird body shape so it sorta ruins the theme but just go with it)

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“Trust and how it ruins people“

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“[Sketch] Trust and how it ruins people“

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Hornet, daughter of Herrah the Beast, is the protector of the Hallownest ruins.

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"His teeth gritted, fear begins to set into the flesh of the warrior poet for the first time since stepping in to the ruins of Hornhill. Kord enters a darkened passageway and moves steadily forward as if tethered to the pounding of the drum."

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I remember ruins of hopes and dreams, vastnesses submerged by oblivion and silence. I remember the blood and the mist, the clamor of stories never to be told, and all the terror glimmers deep down within souls... They were here.

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