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Transvect

My interpretation of a Transvect & anchor point from James Islington’s Hierarchy series (The Will of the Many.)
Updated to add anchor point and addtl shadowing.
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My dealer: got some straight gas 🔥😛 this strain is called “the fall of the Heirarchy” 😳 you’ll be zonked out of your gourd 💯
Me: yeah whatever. I dont feel shit
5 minutes later: dude I swear I just saw a labyrinth under the ruins
My father ulciscor pacing: the senate is lying to us
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By the way, this is Ulciscor. To me

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It’s page 57 and I’m here to say I love him and his inner sass.
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heavy is the crown —
— and the head who wears it
vis telimus / twotm art by yours truly. took me days but .... worth it. hell yeah.
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Me every second of the last 20 pages of The Will of the Many
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cordelia, shards of honor era
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Get ready for some Cloud Strife fanart spam bc I hyperfixated hard
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I think they would be friends.
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I think one of the most damaging ideologies towards children is the conviction that having children isn’t a calling but a moral obligation.
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ideal living situation is what i call the 'sitcom special' : having all your closest friends live in the same apartment building or neighborhood where you each have your own space but can wander in and out of eachothers homes at will, seemingly always welcome and never at bad times. and also all of you only have jobs when its important to the plot.
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Breaking News Alert: our gracious prince has found the beautiful young woman who came thrice to his ball—once in a dress shimmering like starlight, once in a dress luminous as the moon, and once in a dress as golden and radiant as the sun on a summer day—only to discover that she was a scullery maid working in his own kitchen! needless to say she has been executed
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