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I almost forgot about this piece sksksk

Happy St Patricks day you funky little leprechauns!

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ラピスちゃん推し！この2人本当に大好き…

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“Gotcha”

References from Ceejles and Johanna the mad 

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I am afraid

BE BRAVE

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The Signs and Blades:

Aries: A pair of reverse-bladed katana, the otherworldly metal glows green in the candlelight. 

Taurus:  A ceremonial knife made from the jawbone of a she-wolf. Must save some for mother. Always save some for mother.

Gemini: A decorative kite shield worked into the wearers armor. The apex of the shield comes to a trio of deadly, blunted edges resembling a lions claw. 

Cancer: A long whip of braided metal terminating in a wickedly frayed tip. The only thing worse than a sinner is a traitor.

Leo: A harpoon made from jet black metal. Its user unmoving, poised to hurl the spear at some long vanished foe.

Virgo: An ornate rapier, the hilt conceals an ingenious mechanism and a length of spring-loaded silver wire.

Libra: Long metal hammers tipped with a spearhead. Can be braced at the shoulder as a lance, or wheeled above the head to strike with even greater force. 

Scorpio: A weapon that resembles a pickaxe haphazardly plated with silver, because that’s exactly what it is. The tool of an illegal and frankly unsavory profession.

Ophiuchus: A heavy, but unassuming sword. An expert would know that it has been forged to kill something very, very specific. 

Sagittarius: A gun.

Capricorn: A pair of blocky metal hammers embossed with heavy, checkered faces. Weapons made for bashing armor and bone out of shape. Weapons wielded by someone who really hates shields. 

Aquarius: A weapon born of hubris. Far too large for any one man to carry. Countless weapons, pieces of armor, entire corpses smelted together into a hellish greatsword.

Pisces: Simple hooked daggers that double as climbing bracers. Walls mean nothing to those who can scale them.

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The Apex Signs:

Aries: Something old. Something without teeth or eyes, dragging its great tendrils along the ocean floor, trawling for the corpses of leviathans. 

Taurus: Something fast. Something hidden by the dust storms. Something with wings and paws and talons and a beak. A golden blur from a rising savannah sun. 

Gemini: Something drawn to the sites of naval battles. Hardened, twisted shells adorned with the eyes of dead sailors. Casualties of war pressed into grim pearls.

Cancer: Something that looks like a hen. Something that disguises itself among the others in the coop. Rotten eggs. A second, gaping maw.

Leo: Something with a sting worse than death. A mane of quills. Pellets of bone and hair. The king of the arid mountains. 

Virgo: Something that sits just below the water. Long flexible antennae flashing to mimic the dancing of fireflies. Whiplike, threshing tentacles covered in stinging barbs. 

Libra: Something pure white. Great wings and soft fur host to intoxicating spores. A great proboscis for feeding on sleeping giants. Thousands of lidless, orange eyes.

Scorpio: Something slow and heavy. Powerful arms terminate in claws meant for digging. Something that hates the corpse-eaters. Something that plants seeds atop the unburied. 

Ophiuchus: Something like a tree stump, dragging itself along the ground on strong, gnarled roots. Following large prey until it dies of exhaustion, and replanting itself.

Sagittarius: Something fragile and light. Something that drifts with the wind on gaseous bladders, protected by its own noxious cloud. 

Capricorn: Something pale and hungry. Something that feeds off trash and the insects attracted to it. Something far worse than garbage and flies.

Aquarius: Something with scales and a mane of colorful feathers. Something that hunts in packs, sharing moisture from kills. 

Pisces: Something colossal. Wings like a thunderstorm and talons like massive fishhooks. Migrating from pole to pole, catching whales for their young. 

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a gift for the lady

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i want angst but look at me drawin fluff

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Jasper’s Corruption

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ruby & sapphire

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pearlpis

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Witch Lapis!💙

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Pearl x Utena I remember being really proud of this a year ago, so I am surprised that I haven’t posted this on tumblr ewe Twitter

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The Signs and Love III:

Aries: You love like a rollercoaster, full of change and energy, vibrating at high velocity and responsible for a not small amount of deaths every year.

Taurus: You love like a mother, but not in a creepy way. You love like a spider mom. Constantly bursting with sacs of love.

Gemini: You love calmly. Perhaps too calmly. Your heart hasnt beat in years. Your blood moves slowly as the world rockets by.

Cancer: You love like a warship. You are a steady, nigh-unsinkable thing, but explosive if hit in the stern.

Leo: You love like a flock of wild parrots that learned to crave human flesh. Just good enough at talking to trick someone into letting you eat them alive.

Virgo: Your love is a D&D game turned fistfight. Catharsis. 

Libra: You had an unrequited crush and so you became the unrequited crush. All of them. You forgot what you look like under so many layers of tanned skin.

Scorpio: Your love is like a new set of art pens, the potential to paint with every color of the wind or more specifically these 16 colors of the wind. You get the job done.

Ophiuchus: You love like the small child in the supermarket concealing a firecracker under her raincoat. You are quite clever, but in a property damage kidna way.

Sagittarius: You are two power bottoms duct taped together at the spine to generate the worlds first perpetual motion machine. Infinite power.

Capricorn: You love like an escaped panther. This aint your comfort zone, not by a long shot, but when has that ever stopped you?

Aquarius: The Lesbian Antlers. 

Pisces: You love like an asexual samurai. You’re just here for the swords and if it become a problem, you have a sword.