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[cubixproworld]

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[nestedneons]

By @annibalesiconolfi

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[starryknightskyy]

I've never done this before, but I'm doing a birthday sale!

I'm running the sale for 3 days and ending on my birthday. Get 20% all items! [Ends July 30th, 12:00 AM CST]

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NOTE: All stamped orders over $10 on Etsy will unfortunately be cancelled. Etsy will not allow me to proceed in confirming shipment for said orders as they have a mandatory policy for purchasing a tracking label on orders over $10. My $0.85 US ($2.25 INTL) tracking cost only covers for the stamp, not a label. If you are interested in purchasing a $10+ order, you can place separate orders on my Etsy or purchase on my Ko-Fi Shop which has old inventory that I sold back in 2016-2017. These are extras left over from then, but they are extremely limited as it's all I have left.

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Thank you all so much for the love and support, I greatly appreciate it!! (੭ ˊᵕˋ)੭ ♡‧₊˚

[secretmellowblog]

Modern AU Thenardier would DEFINITELY sell NFTs …. There’s an entire portion of the book where he tries to scam Valjean by violently forcing him to buy a piece of art at a price far more than it’s worth. (He also sends scam letters that are the 19th version of email spam.)

Every NFT bro approaching you on twitter:

“I was telling you, sir, and dear protector,” replied Jondrette placing his elbows on the table and contemplating M. Leblanc with steady and tender eyes, not unlike the eyes of the boa-constrictor, “I was telling you, that I have a picture to sell.”

[archangelbb]

Crypte

beautiful crypte, manifestation

[hybridbeauty92]

Japanese priestess preparing herself flawlessly

[miyaneatworld]

APEX LEGENDS IS COLLABING WITH FINAL FANTASY VII MEANING THIS IS A PLAUSIBLE SCENARIO

[shawn-langley]

My latest artwork depicting the mysterious Mothman from Point Pleasant, West Virginia, created using Pentel pocket brush pens, water pens, Copic markers and Posca paint pens.

See more of my work at https://shawnlangley.myshopify.com

[voodootoken]

VoodooToken - Let's brew something Windows 95 Fan Art Inspired by our Orginal Doll

[nestedneons]

By Stefan Grossehalbuer

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[iamwesselart]

Trying to craft the vibes I want to express through A.I. has been interesting. I’m not sure how I feel about it in my process or whether I could call this ‘my’ work…so many ideas, concepts, thoughts to work out. Pitch and refine. Prompted on Midjourney.

[pairinf]

Tumblr I have some more wallpapers for you 💋

Final Fantasy 7 Remake X Apex Legends Wallpaper Sets FREE TO USE | REPOST WITH CREDIT

!Commissions are open ( dm via twitter(@/pairinf_ or discord @/pairin )

[skygodz]

First look at the SKY GODZ Stardapp, the new Web3 platform with commentary.

Premiere today, November 13 at 12 PM EST: youtu.be/mpfyL-BjNmw

Join is on Discord: discord.gg/YNDwUEqFmQ

👽👽👽

[artemysiax]

The Collector of Broken Dreams

In the town shshshsh, a town hidden between places, lives the Collector of Broken Dreams. Her name is Elda, and each night, she trudges past homes, collecting the dreams heaped in broken pieces on doorsteps and under windowsills. She picks them up and places them carefully in her wooden handcart.

No one has seen Elda’s face in many lifetimes. No one knows if anyone has ever seen Elda’s face. And no one cares. In fact, no one ever thinks about Elda, and this is how she wants it. That’s why she took the post as Collector of Broken Dreams. The less people are reminded of her existence, the better.

So every night, Elda walks the ancient stone streets, and just before the sun is ready to break triumphantly into the sky, she brings her overflowing cart to the center of the city where the Pool waits. Here, Elda drops in the mostly darkened pieces of dreams. What had remained of their light had died sometime in the night. The Pool is special, you see. It is the fountain of energy from which the town draws life.

This is Elda’s life. For her it is all very normal. Each night the same, almost always. On one such night, Elda found a child’s dream broken in the street beneath a window. A little girl sat in the window above it, crying softly, so that only Elda’s membrane ears, sensitive to the slightest changes in vibration in the air around her, could hear.

“Tch tch, little one,” thought Elda with tenderness in her heart.

She picked up the child’s broken dream and gingerly tucked it into her cloak. The pieces of the child’s dream still glowed with hope, even as the little girl cried inconsolably in the room above the street. She never saw Elda, and she never would. That’s the way Elda likes it. As Elda sees it, it doesn’t matter who sews the dreams back together. What matters is that these dreams never die.

Just as the sun began to whisper to the sky of her return, Elda deposited the broken dreams in the Pool. She reached a hand beneath her cloak to the little girl’s dream, and smiled when she felt that it still lived, and then she headed home.

On the way, she stopped by the Field of Unicorns and picked through the trash there. Unicorns love to brush their manes and tails, and even though they rarely shed, because they have never met Time, sometimes a strand will break. Elda uses these rare strands to mend broken dreams.

Back home in her hut nestled in the mangroves that edged the lily ponds, Elda set to work on the child’s dream. The dream hummed with hope. Each stitch of unicorn thread strengthened the flickering life. Elda sat and hummed with the dream as she worked, and by nightfall, the child’s dream was sewn back together. Pleased, Elda sat back in her chair with a smile and wiped a sinewy arm across her damp brow. It is hard, exacting work, to build the flickering hope in the broken dream. As she made her even, tiny stitches, she hummed in chorus with the dream to the Great One, asking for grace and to borrow the Light. The hard part was keeping her heart empty in order to receive it, so she might pour it through her hands into her work.

This time, she was granted success.

Elda stood up, her gnarled joints creaking (she had met Time long ago, and in fact, they were good friends), and tucked the dream into her vest. She shrugged on her cloak, fed what could easily be called a cat, and took up the handles of her handcart.

She spent the whole night collecting and as the sun began kissing the sky to the east, Elda walked hesitantly to the home of the child. Not all people with broken dreams want the dream back, she knew. But she could tell the dream wanted to return, so maybe there was hope. Elda placed the dream on the doorstep and rang the bell. Then she scuttled off to a nearby corner to hide behind some vines overflowing from a private garden. Most people don’t notice Elda, anyway, even if they are looking right at her, but Elda didn’t want to take any chances.

The light on the stoop lit up and the door opened a crack.

“Hello?” came a small girl’s voice. “Is someone out there?” Read the rest here: https://objkt.com/asset/KT19GMZxGKxYTxrDX4Gthtkk7LUpsgaiGoxZ/3 Cover art by the author. Watercolor.

[hybridbeauty92]

"Colorful beast"

[dr-diamond]

AI Generation √ Perfect.girl∆™

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