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The City of Statues had been burning for days.
The smoke wisped up past the faces of granite gods and marble monsters; by rights, their eyes should have watered from the ash (if not from grief). But they shed no tears, just stood in silent judgement as they always had.
The air was thick with the tension of violence that had not yet reached its peak. It clung to people’s skin like a heatwave. It lingered in the ear like a symphony layered with the quiet screams of strings and woodwind, while the percussion and brass waited with breath baited by thunder.
Three days ago, the Followers of the Lady Who Smiles Daggers had carved their demands into the doors of the Palace of the Son of Progress.
(Those priests who guarded the Palace - it was, after all, built into the stone belly of their god - had tried to resist.)
The night before last, Those Who Dwell in the Shadow of Tomorrow had gone looking for these dissidents in the foundations that spread like roots beneath the city.
(They had kept at the hunt past the warning bells and many were lost in the rush as the statues pulled their faith-nutrients from the soil that was the city sewers.)
Yesterday morning, the Cult of the Crying Trickster Child had become involved, pouring literal and metaphorical oil upon the flames.
It seemed that the whole city would be tinder in the coming conflagration, leaving just a charred ruin of silent soot-stained stony deities behind.
On the day the heavens were ready to open, riots spread through the town’s arterial streets like septic blood. Militias clashed in a steady violent heartbeat. Priests of different stripes stood on high monuments and chanted and made both roofs and pavements tremble.
Everyone waited for the crescendo. The thunder. The cracking cardiac event of a body made of stone.
But when the rain fell, the sky did not break nor the walls fall nor the ground rupture.
It fell gently. Softly. Quietly.
The heat of flame and summer and anger had performed some strange alchemy to the atmosphere. It had thickened, not to burst, but to transform.
As the rain fell across the great monuments that were the divinities of the City of Statues … they opened their eyes.
They stared down at their home and saw its pain and tears joined the raindrops on their time-worn faces.
People would wonder, afterwards, what could have caused this. What could have undone the old curse the Star Basilisk had laid down on the city’s titanic founders?
They may never know. But I will reveal the secret to you. All that tension, the heat and flame and smoke, the malevolence and vitriol and pain that had burned in the city below - it did something quite unpredictable above.
What do you get when you burn up all your rage? You reveal the care that lies beneath.
The rainfall was simply all the anger that had simmered in the city, coming back down as the compassion it had once been.
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Chuzzle Deluxe (2005)
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Kiryu Kazuma & The Tojo Clan, Giving Up Something To Gain Something Much Larger [Nanba & Kiryu In Infinite Wealth, Paraphrased]
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@ghostinthegallery ask and ye shall recieve
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PLUCKY YOUNGSTER: oh no, it’s due tomorrow! what’ll i do…
KAZUMA KIRYU: mm? what’s wrong, kid?
PLUCKY YOUNGSTER: we’re learning about the ocean in class. i was supposed to write a report on the benthic zone, but… i fell behind.
KAZUMA KIRYU: (the benthic zone, huh? …lotta people interested in that, lately.)
PLUCKY YOUNGSTER: please, mister… could you help?
KAZUMA KIRYU: (not good for a bright young kid to fall behind in his studies… school’s the stepping stone for success in life.)
KAZUMA KIRYU: sure, kid. what do you need?
PLUCKY YOUNGSTER: you will? great! if you could just go down there and tell me what it’s like, that would be a great help!
KAZUMA KIRYU: ah.
KAZUMA KIRYU: (well, a promise is a promise.)
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I am already outside your door
I could throw my warhammer character drabbles and art all on Ao3 so that I have my original content in one place and can leave my art tag for necrons as the omnissiah intended
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I could hoard them all on my computer and never share them with anyone and thus never have to succumb to the mortifying ordeal of posting something with zero hits to Ao3
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I could throw my warhammer character drabbles and art all on Ao3 so that I have my original content in one place and can leave my art tag for necrons as the omnissiah intended
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I could hoard them all on my computer and never share them with anyone and thus never have to succumb to the mortifying ordeal of posting something with zero hits to Ao3
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Hey Nerds, Artists, and fans of fun and weird stuff: Exciting news!
Some of you know that I recently did a collaborative photoshoot with @null-entity to produce a bunch of stock reference images of archery, pole, and general fantasy combat nonesense. Well, the first of those image packs is NOW AVAILABLE. You can purchase individual packs, or sign up for the relevant Patreon memberships to get them for free!
More sets, including archery hand references, paired archery poses, and archery muscle references, will be uploaded in the coming weeks.
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his new hobby is dressmaking
for no reason at all, I can assure you
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Demiromantic Angel (WIP)
I was inspired by the sword Frostmourne for my Demisexual design, so for Demiromantic I made a matching lich-angel. They're not necessarily a matching pair but I hope they still go well together!
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She's reading
(I was commissioned and the person said "hey, just, draw something you want to, one of your characters" and ;u;)
She's reading CultSim books
#starcraft#starcraft 2#protoss#oc#cultist simulator#book of hours#the game not the religious text#sorry
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alhaitham brought the nervous chair home
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Inola’k’Sheddar in her Khalai youth, collecting herbs for her healing essences.
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I think they should be insufferable together. actually
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I'm sure there's an expected method of play for the warhammer 40k powerwashing simulator but using the stream extension to draw penises on the commissar's tank every time he threatens or insults me is definitely not it
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