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Muncher's silence is not worth a mere 8000 manna, that's gonna be 30,000 manna per month for 24 months with a down payment

By popular demand, I will be launching a new sort of service! I do believe that this option shall be quite popular with many people on the Omninet given my general reception.

BUY MY SILENCE

For 8,000 manna per month, I shall stop a brand of post of your choice on the Omninet. Dislike my posts about my wife? I shall stop! You do not want to see my involvement in Omninet discourse? They shall be no longer! Don't want to see me vaguepost across the Omninet? I believe you to be a fool, but your will be done!

Buy my silence! This new contract option is available today!

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"Shut up Colphne, we are NOT dating" "...Evening stars, comets glittering before moonlight..." "S-SHUT UP NEMESIS"

Colphne x Krolik is underappreciated in the GFL community

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Colphne x Krolik is underappreciated in the GFL community

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WA2000 for the GFL2 global release

I realize as I'm posting this here that I'm a day early, but whatever lmao

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They offered me a job as a fucker. Yeah you heard me right, a fucker. Job is to fuck things. Boss points at something and says fuck it, I fuck it. That's my job. And I'm damn good at it. Pays like dirt and wears on the mind. Wears on the mind.

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b r o a d c a s t / /

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Two flat-color commission pieces of a custom Lancer manufacturer, EINS. These guys LOVE hoses and military hardware. More to come from this manufacturer eventually, as I've been asked to draw all the licenses for the group.

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John ward

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The first step to cooking is applying oil. The second is to liberate said oil

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Reblog if your blog is boopable-safe so you can get all the (probably new) achievements. I don’t care about notes I just want boops

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salut mon ami, ça va ?

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Rough Beginnings

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This was originally a piece of flash fiction. You can read it under the cut. Enjoy!

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[444 words, 2 minutes]

7 January 2017 Winnipeg, Canada

A little sparrow pit-pats to the front of their father’s bedroom door. They stand outside, small and penguin-like with how their limbs are pressed to their sides. Inside, their father’s ears perk. Gavrill stops his long-overdue unpacking to look at his child.

“What’s up, Hrodwyn?”

Hrodwyn’s lips press together. Their turquoise eyes fall to their cupped hands.

“...Um. I have something for you.”

Gavrill’s eyes light up with his smile. “What is it?”

He stands to walk over. Hrodwyn’s lips remain pursed, small. “We weren’t able to visit in December. I was going to give you this for Christmas.”

They raise their cupped hands and open them. A small crocheted sparrow sits in their hands and they look up at their father with big eyes.

"Oh, Hrodwyn!" Gently, Gavrill scoops up the sparrow in his hands. He strokes its soft head and back with a finger. "Oh, my sweet sparrow, thank you." He pulls Hrodwyn into a hug, squeezes them, and kisses the top of their head. Hrodwyn is tipped over and their face plants straight into their father's chest. They remain there and smile, speaking with a muffled voice. 

"You're welcome. It matches Merethel’s and Hygd's."

"That's very sweet of you. Always so thoughtful," another kiss on the head before Gavrill leans back a bit to peer at Hrodwyn. "What about you? Do you have one, too?"

Hrodwyn leans back and looks up. "They're Christmas gifts, for you guys. I won't make myself a Christmas gift for myself."

"You should! We can have a little sparrow nest," Gavrill chuckles. "One for each in the family, hm?"

Hrodwyn makes a sweet, childlike smile in polite response to their father's childish tone. "Maybe, if I have the time. Mm! I can attach a keychain to it, if you like. I did the same for Merethel and Hygd."

"Sure! Then I can take the little friend wherever I go. Should I give it back to you?"

"Mmhm," a smile and a nod as Hrodwyn scoops the sparrow back in their hands. "If it breaks, tell me and I'll fix it again."

"Mmhm. Thank you, Hrod," Gavrill says again, ruffling their hair. He stands there looking at his child for a while.

So what have you been doing—

Can you help me unpack—

Do you want to help me unpack—

He doesn't commit to an excuse fast enough before Hrodwyn, with the little sparrow nestled in their hands, pit-pat-pit-pats away to attach a keychain. He watches them go, takes a deep breath in, and sighs.

—Hey, don’t worry, she would say. It’ll take time. You’re doing great.

Оh God, I hope so.

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I NEED MORE MAIDS WITH GUNS

Combat maids by bibibibirite

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thank you I love it

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Day 5

Drawing Kirishima for the entirety of September.

Day 5: At the General Assembly Building in NYC

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Day 4

Drawing Kirishima for the entirety of September.

Day 4: SCHALE's new security detail