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he wasn't very popular at the magic academy (spent too much time making transgendering potions and talking over people)
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CHAPTER ONE COMING APRIL 10 2025
GOT POWER?
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silly warmup of mr bitch in a sonic pose
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was doing some anatomy practice n im quite pleased w how this turned out so i made it ramona <3 big gurll
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happy valentines day everyone <3
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sylvia warmup. shes thinkin about what to have for dinner
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#prologue#velloriand#power gem#ALRIGHT thats the end of this art style#i know its very rough thank you for sticking with me#i drew these a few months ago now
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rise, sir felix
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my favourite grumbly lady
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bio sheet for felix <3 i love him so much
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redraw of something from 2019
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i hate you son or teehee i hate you daughter
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hes so interested in your story
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Five silly motherfuckers, bonded through blood and fire, spurred by one common goal; finding five fallen stars, so radiant they threaten to destroy us all.
Felix is a half-vampire hellbent on finding a modicum of comfort in a world that's made no space for him. Sandy is a goblin who has had everything taken from her, and will make sure that never happens to anyone else, ever again. Sunny is a magician, obsessed with power and material gain, but their ultimate goal? Justice upon all who doubted them. Ramona is a dwarf who has left her mountain home for the first time in decades, looking for a place she truly belongs. And Sylvia? ... Shrouded in secrets and tormented by her own thoughts, she's just trying to do what's right. This world, Velloriand, is a disgusting cesspool of greed, torment, and pollution. Demons and angels haunt the daylight, skeletons walk and fairies dance, dragons sneer atop frozen cliffs and hide in sunbeams, indolent gods lay silent. All the while, mortal souls, toiling and trodden, suffer endlessly. What is there to do but revolt?
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