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A Grarrl Ponders: Robots

even more questions...

by sk8zac
Fyora and Pea

This comic was made by Alex to teach and inspire her student artists.

by alexcunderwood
Petpet Mishaps Pt. 1

Not the best place to play if you're a petpet...

*also by aephigaming*

by annnoel

Von Roo's Shopping Trip

The mirror's here dont even work!

by aweber
Avatars: Love & Loss

thank u, next

by carrbot
Bo-haviour

Based on a not-so-true story

by _fletser_
Art of Randomness

no why?

by w4lly
Random Oddness

Time to confuse your opponent!

by mistyqee
Impressing Royalty

Simple, yet efficient.

(Note: Storyboard by blink_darkphoenix)

by 2junebugs

Ew, lime!

what did ya find?

by aquarelar
Cheeseroller

but how

by franzgirl
Sneezes

how possible?

by raincharms
Heavyweight

assisted battling

by ssjelitegirl
Dinner with the Scarlets: Fishing Follies

Fishing is for all levels. Fishing for junk, that is.

by june_scarlet
Dos and Don'ts in Sakhmet

Maybe Lyra should write her own book...

by bojackh_
 
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"Covert - Archives" by rs_rbn
It began with a letter, crisp and regal, the envelope a milky white; I read the writing multiple times just to make sure it was not mistakenly delivered to me. Yet there it was, my name, in the most pristine and smooth handwriting I had ever seen: Sir Vorack of Neovia You have been summoned to dine at Cedar House, this very evening. Wear your Sunday's best. No guests. And at the bottom, instead of a signature, was a stamp of an upside down question mark. How odd it was that I, a lowly archivist, getting such an invitation - and to an estate, no less! Quickly, I cleaned up, dressed in my finest silk suit, top hat and my good pair of glasses. Grabbing my bag, which carried my notebook, ink, quills and keys, I headed out into the fog. The night was colder and darker than it usually is at this time, and the fog was as thick as the moon was bright. The silence was eerie; not a noise could be heard other than the shuffling of my own feet. I couldn't tell where I was nor how long I had been walking, but I continued to head west, in the direction of the estate. Suddenly, a chill crept up my spine as a warm and shuddering breath spread across the nape of my neck.




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Covert - Archives
It began with a letter, crisp and regal, the envelope a milky white; I read the writing multiple times just to make sure it was not mistakenly delivered to me.

Co-written with not (bethany) for our guild Covert.

by rs_rbn




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