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Spooks
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You can see someone else also using the devices' second seat, and I think that's so cool. Mobility devices help everyone, here other employees also get a chance to sit while they're working. I just love mobility aids, man. It's like the cut curb effect
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Insane doodle idea: (WWE announcer voice)
It’s Ashton with a werechair!
POV: you're about to have a bad time
thank you everyone for voting on the werechair design :)
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Some portrait practice with the mighty nein cause portrait practices is my favorite thing
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alternate + slumber + leash - laudna
"alternate" YOU GOT IT BOSS. BEAST MASTER RANGER LAUDNA AU REAL- [content warnings: body horror, reference to matilda's beating/hanging, animal death]
Matilda wakes up to something licking her face. At least, she thinks that's what it is -- it could be a snake crawling over her cheekbone. But it's wet. Snakes aren't wet. People assume that snakes are wet and slimy, but they're actually very dry, and when they shed their old scales it comes off as a clean husk, and when she opens her eyes she sees one of the Whitestone wolves and screams.
Or, well, tries to scream. Her throat isn't working. When she reaches up and touches her neck she finds not skin but a canyon, and she decides to stop touching her neck. Instead she looks at the wolf.
It's one of the new wolves, the ones that came when the sun went away. It has three eyes like white lanterns in its skull. Its mouth wraps all the way around its head; it is packed densely with jagged yellow teeth.
When the wolf notices Matilda looking at it, it wags its tail shyly.
Imogen has never been chased by an angry mob before; her brain keeps almost processing it and then making a hard pivot and running in the opposite direction. For example: that stranger, Laudna, her mind doesn't hurt to touch. For another example: that stranger, Laudna, is holding Imogen's hand. They're running away from Gelvaan -- Imogen's home, or what was supposed to be Imogen's home -- and into the valley and the mob behind Imogen hurts her head and Laudna doesn't and she's holding Imogen's hand.
"First time," Laudna gasps as they go, "being chased -- by an -- angry mob?"
"Yeah?"
"Thankfully! I'm an expert!"
"I'm out of magic," Imogen says, the words tumbling out of her breathless and terrified. "I can't -- when they -- I mean, if they--"
"How do you feel about heights?"
"What?"
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ooooo you want to talk to me about the southerngothic farcille au ooooo you want to talk to me about it so bad
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Also for Webcomic Day, here's a peek at the process!