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This is a old statue I made in high school. It's the antagonist's power up form in my books. Colors aren't fully accurate, I was limited by the glazes available to me, but that just made me consider this his "battle damage" form. And yeah the arm popped off in the kiln and refuses to go back on lol.
 
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WelperHelper99 said:
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This is a old statue I made in high school. It's the antagonist's power up form in my books. Colors aren't fully accurate, I was limited by the glazes available to me, but that just made me consider this his "battle damage" form. And yeah the arm popped off in the kiln and refuses to go back on lol.
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Reminds me of a certain cursed artifact.
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In the quiet town of Eldermere lived a man named Elias. He was a simple man, a carpenter by trade, known for his steady hands and kind heart. But Elias carried a burden—a deep, unspoken sorrow that had followed him for years. His wife, Molly, had passed away during a harsh winter, leaving him alone in their small cottage. Though he smiled for the townsfolk and worked diligently, his heart was heavy with grief.

One night Elias decided to go for a walk and encountered a stranger.

It was a woman, but unlike any he had ever seen. Her hair cascaded like liquid gold. Her wings, vast and radiant, stretched out behind her, glowing with an otherworldly luminescence. She had no face.

Elias froze, his breath catching in his throat. “Who… who are you?” he stammered.

The angel smiled, her voice like a gentle melody. “I am Seraphina, a messenger of the Divine. I have come to you, Elias, because your heart is heavy, and your spirit is weary.”

Elias felt tears welling up in his eyes. He had never spoken of his grief to anyone, yet this celestial being seemed to know his pain intimately. “I… I miss her so much,” he whispered, his voice breaking.

Seraphina nodded, her expression filled with compassion. “Grief is a river that flows through the soul, Elias. It carves its path, shaping who we are. But even the deepest rivers can be crossed.” She extended her hand, and in it appeared a small, intricately carved wooden box. It was simple yet beautiful, with patterns that seemed to shift and dance in the light.

“This is for you,” she said, placing the box in his hands. “It is a gift.”

Elias opened the box and discovered that it was full of fresh cum. It was still warm.​
 
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Hi Inafune child, still seethe about Jewsh disallow your privileged nature to coom to warships? I'm so glad Zoey denied your love quest, because BPD girls like her won't get into your ship goon cave. Expect a fanart and be grateful soon, faggot :smug:
In fact, your opsec sucks dick, and so is your rage fuel of seeking for others' approval, yet denied because you're that coom-brained for big titty, ass and feet shipgirls, especially of destroyers. Nigger will have it coming soon.

You are mentally ill. Continuing to keep alt-ing, being hypocritical, pityfagging, begging for approval and shitting on threads you don't know constitutes felony of being useless and only coom cybercrime. Wait for the knock, child. You. Will.
Feed Nana. :tomlinson: :grab:
 
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