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Nearly a half hour later and the deed was done, Niue jacked up in the corrosive mind-altering substance stood up, setting his things down under his chair for safe keeping until his next fix.
"Are you coming inside," Niue asked his partner who still stared blankly over the balcony.
"I," he started, eyes fixed on the ground seven floors beneath them. "I think I'm just going to go home." He was obviously upset, it slowed in his body language and sounded in his tone. Niues place used to entice him, that was where the spark of their relationship first took place, when Ni allowed him to spend the night I. His injured state. It charmed him. Now it
Beads of rain that reflected various shades of cobalt slid down the cracked window before him, racing down the chill surface in vein-like streams before his lidded eyes. If it weren't for the dull shade they'd become, his irises would have reflected off the window pane too. Even though he could see his dim reflection staring back at him with that melancholic expression that seemingly mocked the bartender, he couldn't tell what colour they were, even if he squinted. Sometimes that helped, but not as of late.
"They're pale but lovely... like chrome!"
These very words had probably ran through his head about a dozen times or so now. If it weren
The dome above was high, and skewed with wires and open panels, a rusted out hulk of its former self. However it stood protected until the very day I left, holding firm against the unknown forces that press against it. The globe that served as the sky was so large it almost made you dizzy looking up at it. Its odd hollowed out shapes and flickering lights would sometimes be obscured by clouds from the weather system that would still give off this dirty orange glow from above.
Although the weather system, which was originally built I believe to give people a sense of familiarity and a source for food and nourishment had long since be
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Rain pattered across the ground, the expected storm moving across the city at its preordained pace. The storms always formed first over the grey stone palace, a golden glow permeated the surrounding air and heralded their arrival. As the summoned water washed over the land, it swept away the debris of everyday life and then headed out into the slums and farmlands, sinking into the ground and renewing the realm. The grey rainclouds had been arriving at the same time for years; a land regulated by its people.
The market was closed. The entire courtyard lay deserted, where any other day there was
Commissions are Open! // CLOSED by KILLJ0YS, journal
Commissions are Open! // CLOSED
//EDIT: added some examples~
Yay, I f*cking finally finished or payed back the old commissions, so I can finally get new ones!~
For the idea of the Commissions: This time I thought about doing set prices, and you can pick one of them.
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[SET #I: Sketches]
Contains a traditional Pencil Sketch.
Headshot - 50:points:
Half Body - 100:points:
Full Body - 200:points:
EXAMPLES
[SET #2: Copics]
Contains a traditional Linart, coloured with Copic Markers.
Headshot - 100:points:
Half Body - 200:points:
Full Body - 250:points:
EXAMPLE
[SET #3: Digital]
Contains a digital artwork: sketch + lineart with flat colours and few shading
Ghosts in a Shell: Prolouge and Ch.1 by Owlhana, literature
Literature
Ghosts in a Shell: Prolouge and Ch.1
Ghosts in a Shell
Prologue [Tunnel Vision]
Light illuminated the seemingly endless corridors, enhancing the fine detail of the walls that stretched fifty feet high and were decorated in finite script. The world was still as an earnest looking woman ran down the hall, panting heavily, her short black hair swaying side to side as she desperately tried to escape the room she had just fled from.
It was like a dream—no, a nightmare. She kept running and running but her legs felt heavy and it were as if the world had slowed down and she was moving in slow motion; and though she was moving forward, the halls seem