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daxolotl · 4 months
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has anyone done this yet? I call it A Light Spark In Darkness.png
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celia-witch · 2 months
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My friend finished my Susie/Haze comm, so now I will force you all to look at gay cat girls! (also go commission them)
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cosmickasha777 · 7 months
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Haze from Arknights (pen drawing)
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fictional-birthdays · 4 months
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Happy Birthday, Haze! (Arknights)
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vivlily · 3 months
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burstfoot · 6 months
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dr-koni · 2 years
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Some absolutely blessed smiles I found today
(please feel free to add on in the notes if you have any, I enjoy the story sprites so very much)
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matiru · 10 months
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A little doodle of Haze i did now
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arknights-should-kiss · 2 months
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Haze and Durin should kiss !!
Inspiration: their chibi sprites are cute together
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lumireta · 2 years
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I read Haze & Goldenglow's stories in A Light Spark in Darkness. I need some time to sit back and get my mind off of it. I hope the rest of the event doesn't have stuff like that happen again.
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zeenodeeno · 4 months
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Haze from Arknights
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laguzmage · 1 month
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Lots of people talk about the Arknights characters that have weird codenames or codenames that are just their real names and I fully get why but one of the funniest ones to me are the Arknights characters that realize that Rhodes Island will let you in if you're a felon or on the run from the law and won't ask for your real name if you don't want to give it so they lean into that
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Trio of girls that dont want you to ask too many questions or worry about it.
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celia-witch · 9 months
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Haze Module time!!! The Witch's Hat - seems a like a nice little glimpse into the witch's somber side...
Through the ‘Forest’ she makes her way. Between the bars of naked steel she skips, from one end of the alleyway to the other, and on top of a faded billboard she climbs. Not far away, an empty tin can topples over. She takes a small step back, crouching for a while under the shadow. Only once she’s sure her silhouette is alone again under the moonlight—does her step pick up once again, deft like a wisp of fog. She finds her way straight through a window empty of its glass.
A puddle of water rests on the ground, which she avoids with great intent. Probably the recent shower of rain, that tonight’s so especially bright. Not a good omen, in any case. In times gone by, no one would dare trespass into the Forest thick of fog, for there was Witch’s domain. The greedy merchant had want of the Witch’s powers, but pitch-black smoke would bind the neck of such a poor soul. Only lost Children would have good fortune in the night… Most of the coven had come to suffer a different kind of curse already, but in the hazy night those inauspicious stones would happily be hidden from view.
A great fire of yore took the original Witch Forest. Thereafter, one nomadic city to the next, these empty rooms have been little more than the cracks amidst neon and skyscraper’s reflections… hardly fit for a safe domain.
She silently patrols her temporary lodgings, and finds the Hat out of a pile of miscellanies. A broad-brimmed one, cloth heavy-set in all its layers. Its inside is riddled with patchwork, every hand which sewed on those eclectic fabrics still there in her memories. Some were wizened, some young, all so soft without exception, so tender. She jumps into it, lets the sheets of fabric surround her body, as if she’s returned to their embrace.
Another hand rests upon her head. She remembers this one, the youngest among them, and the last to still follow her. This girl's hand once carried the scent of clean grass and fresh paper, like the others, but in these times it was always sullied with rust, with blood.
‘We’ve been found again.’ the young Witch picks her up and cradles her, and puts on another hat entirely. ‘Take a guess. How long can we still run, I wonder, before the next time we’re caught?’
The creature brushes against the Witch’s cheek, reflecting not an inch of light.
Together, she and the girl leap into the dark of night, straight through the Forest. Such is the freedom they were meant to share.
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lappbrained · 7 months
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arkiwii · 3 months
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quercued up victorian serval busting it down abjurer style, is she goated with the sauce
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vivlily · 7 months
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day 1
Witch cat?,
yeah, that's the cat
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