Happy Birthday to my OC Silvia Sinclair. It’s Jan 19! Show my silver doe some love  

Trivia: I chose this date because 1 and 9 are the King’s and the Emperor’s numbers.

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Way to start the new year and commissions. I’ll still be reblogging here. Staying for the memes.  

“The sheriff of Piltover, his lovely assistant, and his trusty deputy at work”

hard at work

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Silver Doe meets a Young Buck(ley). 

My Deer Old Friend

(Buckley - Alden ) 5′9″ and a Rebel. The buck with the buckshot. Hunting rifle. 

Names have meanings. Words are magic.   

Life is Precious hairstyle refs?

Chancellor Sedric, the Messenger :

Ciro the Messenger:

Arion

Mentor Evren of the Sapphire City

19th House, Cambo-les-Bains, France

“Miss Sinclair.”

“Haven’t heard that name in a long time.”

Birthday gift for @ask-sheriff-caitlyn / @not-by-a-longshot / @hearthehowling! Hap hap bday, Ram! I can finally draw curly hair of British Boo. And look! Color!  Hope your wishes come true! /)o//v//o(\ Tea for Two. 

did u guys see the deer with the ribbon

If anyone ever wants to poke me on this blog, poke me on my personal first @ladyvanguard. I do not frequent this browser and this blog isn’t attached to my main source for notifications. 

I’m still here but school has my hands tied at times! 

I’m currently trying to rework parts of Silvia’s actual lore and personality. I have introduced myself to more of the culture I wish to see in Silvia, so she will eventually have a character update. Not to mention, a few of her companions are having huge background changes, as well. 

Shen Updates: 

Well that’s a nerf. Jk I love Shen.

Wanted to draw my lovable douche Donovan Shaw with a man-bun + modern dress.

“Happy New Years, Mister Blakemoore!”

What better than to start the year off with  a scandalous kiss  tradition? *Doe noises* Tea for Two. 

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Steampunk Girls http://steampunkopath.tumblr.com/

A Clockwork Theory

The light of his memory grew in intensity as the Sun’s own dipped into the abyss of night. Another day had faded in this foreign land with strange phonetics and unruly magic. In his youth, there had been no such thing, nothing to bend the earth and sky save for the determination–or selfishness–of mankind. Yet, even with the fabric of reality torn beneath the hands of mages and those who controlled them, the world looked eerily similar to that which he had known. Desolation and apathy stood omnipresent in the shadow of prosperity and generosity.

Arion recalled  the hollow sounds of his feet along sheet metal, interspersed with dense taps of toes upon the supporting girders below. The aimless wandering without the means or drive to attend grammar school had taken the future thief across the length of Stormhaven. Days spent in idle exploration had taken Arion into the beating heart of the city’s whirring hydroelectric facilities of which he knew little to the somber churches of the Maker of whom he knew less. It was in the latter that Arion had his first glimpse into the reality of the world in which they were all born, at least in hindsight.

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Oct 18th Special Delivery~

Happy birthday, Lil Bun Babs!