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rollpluspodcast · 2 years

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Episode 33 is out on Sunday so here is this weeks Spoilers Without Context! What are your theories?

Are you enjoying the podcast? 😍 Let us know!

#rollpluspod #rollpluspodcast #pathfinder #pathfinder 1e #no context sorry #spoilers without context #carrioncrown #funny memes #meme #memes #podcast #paizo #Carrion Crown

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spoopywitchrpg-blog · 6 years

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Thomasin’s Tale

Fall had set in and the leaves had either changed colors or fallen away, creating paths of gold and crimson. This was always my favorite time of year, even when I was a kit before I met Ava. I could huddle under piles of deep red and orange leaves and watch the sun shine through them coloring my odd white fur. Even though I knew it was fake and fleeting, for a short while I could feel normal and happy. Once, when Ava was in a trance state our minds melded together for a brief moment. I was deep in a sleep and had no idea that she was there watching me relive my kithood.

It was a reoccurring nightmare, the other kits would chase and mock me for the color of my coat until they managed to corner me. Try as I might I was never able to get away as they bit and clawed at me jeering, “Look now your coat is red!” “Maybe the blood will stain and you can pretend you belong!” Then they would leave me broken and bleeding, quietly chittering to myself that it would be okay. I made my way home and into the den hoping my siblings were not back yet. My mother noticed me skulk in and came to inspect me, her face hung in shame. I never knew if it was because she couldn’t protect me or if she was ashamed to have me, but she cleaned some of the left over blood on me. I wanted to tell her to stop, that maybe the other kits were right and it would stain my coat.

When father returned from hunting he would give food to my siblings and mother first making sure they were all well fed before coming to me. My father was not ashamed of me, though I didn’t know it then, he was ashamed of himself. He hated that the other foxes despised me and allowed or even encouraged kits to hurt me, and that the other foxes mocked my mother for birthing me. He hated it so much that he hated himself for even being associated with them. I didn’t know until I was an adult that my father protected us. He was the largest fox in our part of the forest, only young brash fools would try to face him head on. He commanded respect where he could, but he could only do so much. Mother wasn’t ashamed either. She was cunning and sharp, but she was the runt of her litter. Still, she fought when she could. I heard a story later in life when she pinned and nearly killed another fox that had the audacity to tell her she should have eaten me right away to hide her shame. The only reason she left him alive was because he had kits to feed, but she left him with large scars on his neck and face where the fur never grew back. She reminds me a little of Ava because she wanted to send a message to the others that she was not afraid to defend her kit using any means necessary.

While mother kept my siblings busy father came to me with two large pieces of salmon. He always ate dinner with me, and while it was comforting in a way I thought then that he just pitied me. This night was different though, after finishing our meal he laid next me wrapping his large tail around me. “My son, why do you bleed so? You know what flora can stop bleeding, why do you not use it?”

“I do not want to.” I replied.

“And why not son?”

“Because the other kits are right, this is the only way my coat will ever be red.”

“There is no fur or blood on your claws, do you not fight back?”

“Not anymore, there is no point. They will come again tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that until there is enough blood to cover my coat but not enough for me to survive.”

He sat up and looked directly into my eyes, “There will never be enough blood to change the color of your coat, but there is always enough fire in your blood that your heart and soul will burn a brighter crimson than any fox has ever known. Fight back, even if it seems hopeless. And though your coat is different, you are my son.” He nuzzled me and laid back down pulling me in closer with his tail, “Rest now my son, for life is a constant battle that you must steel yourself for.” And with that we slept, and for once I felt that I had purpose.

Dawn came and father had gone out already. Mother was cleaning one of my siblings who had already gotten covered in burs. I snuck out past them to go play in the forest. The leaves were falling and I was excited to pile them up and pounce on the falling ones. I was able to play for hours, rolling and jumping through the leaves, napping whenever I was tired completely undisturbed. The sun was setting and so I made my way home. As I got closer to my den the other kits set upon me, I was surrounded. They chittered and growled as they circled me, taking quick snaps at me when they got close, but I was not afraid. I heard my father’s voice telling me to fight back against the kits and the fear. They coalesced in front of me when they realized I wasn’t cowering. “What’s wrong white fox? Do you just want to end your pathetic life?”

This was the largest kit, and by far the most vicious. He was the first to take mockery to physical attacks growing up, and not just to me. The other kits feared him too, so they backed him out of fear. He was the only one I was interested in, the other kits weren’t worth the effort. Even if they tried I knew they wouldn’t kill me, he was the only one that I knew was ready to end me once and for all in front of everyone. “I am not afraid anymore, I do not care what you think of my coat. Your time of bullying the kits in this forest has gone on long enough and I am not the only one with scars to prove it. This ends now.” And with that I launched myself into him ready to fight for myself with the fire inside me.

We tumbled in a flurry of fur and dust eventually landing in the middle of the glen. The adults had noticed and came out of their dens to see what was happening. Their chittering became louder when they realized who was fighting and with such veracity. I saw him coming in for a bite and kicked dirt into his mouth and eyes to slow him down. The other kits had backed away knowing that this wasn’t their fight, but some of the adult foxes ran towards us cursing me for attacking him. Before they could get within range I saw my mother pounce on the nearest fox snarling at the others, then my father on the other side pacing in front of the now large crowd.

My mother, now circling with my father, cried out, “No one interrupts this fight, they must settle it with fangs and blood. The outcome will be decided by them and them alone.” The chittering and yipping became louder as we slashed and bit at each other. My father’s voice carried out above all others, “Remember what caused this, you and your blind hatred. You all could have prevented this and yet you did nothing, now we must stand and watch our kits battle. Regardless of which one walks away, their blood is on your despicable paws.” The yipping lowered as the adults realized that this was indeed a battle to the death because of them. The crowd backed away, but remained watching. Mother and Father backed away just far enough that they could stop anyone who intervenes and still give us room.

Our fight was coming to an end and I wasn’t sure which of us would win. I was hurt and bleeding, but he was tired and distracted by his own rage. It was then that I realized that there would be no winners this night. When he stumbled trying to flank me I took my chance and pounced pinning him to the ground. Try as he might, I wouldn’t let up. Not this time, this was the end. I could see the crowd waiting patiently for the outcome. His parents were there and even they understood what was about to happen. I looked to mother and father, their faces filled with pain and yet there was fierce fiery pride in their eyes. Each gave a solemn nod. I faced my enemy again, looking deep into his eyes, “No more.” And with that I sunk my teeth into his neck, staining my white coat with blood on final time.

Suddenly I awoke from my nightmare strangely comfortable. And then I realized that I was curled up on Ava’s lap in a pile of red and gold leaves.

#pathfinder #rpg #fox #backstory #original character #carrioncrown #carrion crown

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casabrova · 5 years

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Meet Thomas of Redglade, my latest D&D character. He’s an aspiring knight in literal shining armor (Armor of Gleaming). He’s only 15, but that doesn’t stop him from doing the right thing and standing up for what he believes in. His weapon is a wooden practice sword painted to look like a real one; he detests violence, but knows he must be ready to fight to defend the downtrodden. He knows in his heart that Good will always triumph over Evil, and his belief in the greater good and the beauty of nature empowers him in times of need (which allows him to cast the shillelagh cantrip, which he gets from the Magic Initiate feat). He upholds the tenets of Devotion and chivalric duty, including those of Romance. And if ever there were a damsel in distress, he’d be there to save her (and conjure a beautiful flower for her with the druidcraft cantrip - thanks again Magic Initiate!). He stands tall, cloak billowing in the wind (or no wind at all, thanks to the Cloak of Billowing). He has a true heart, an admirable innocence, and a love of life and the beauty of the world around him. So... definitely opposite of all the loud, boisterous, arrogant bards and wizards I’m used to playing. This... should be fun. #dnd #5e #paladin #knight #chivalry #knightinshiningarmor #virtue #devotion #naive #campaign #carrioncrown #adventure https://www.instagram.com/p/BtsbvgNgrcX/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=10j7dcmxicve7

#dnd #5e #paladin #knight #chivalry #knightinshiningarmor #virtue #devotion #naive #campaign #carrioncrown #adventure

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miasmatik · 7 years

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Collab between me and the amazing @carrioncrowned for the @hannibalcreative #ForBothOfUs event!! We pulled this together in only a couple days so it’s just a ~little~ bit late. Carrion is responsible for the concept, design & linework....and I just did the colors and a couple additional details haha

A few detail zooms of our saintly Will under the cut ;O

#WOOO #Got it done!!#carrioncrowned is 2 amazing 4 this world #hannibal fanart #forbothofus #will graham #tagging this under #mine #hannibal #collaboration #hannibal fan art #illustration #digital color #nbc hannibal #hugh dancy #bones #portrait

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murder-husbands-big-bang · 7 years

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Sons of Liberty

Title: Sons of Liberty

Author: @brunetteauthorette99

Artist: @carrioncrowned

Track: Super Bang

Rating: M

Archive Warning(s): Choose Not to Use Archive Warnings

Summary:

Hannibal Lecter has been hunting the legendary treasure of the Knights Templar ever since his sister died pursuing it. But when their business partner betrays them to keep the riches for himself, Hannibal and Chiyoh are forced to steal one of the most important documents in American history in order to uncover the hidden map to the treasure, and then find it before their nemesis – or the FBI – finds them.

There’s only two problems. The first is the sarcastic, yet compellingly perceptive curator in their way.

The second is they’re stealing the Declaration of Independence.

A Hannibal/National Treasure crossover.

FIC LINK | ART LINK

#writers #artists #brunetteauthorette99 #carrioncrowned #submission

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goodomonths · 5 years

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To The World: A Good Omonths 2020 Calendar

We’re so excited to share our calendar with you! GoodOmonths is a 34-artist 2020 calendar perfect for experiencing the months through a rainbow. It is 11x8.5″ folded, 11x17″ hanging. Our bundle pack features four 4x6″ postcards in a CMYK color theme!

In spirit of our rainbow theme, all proceeds will go towards a LGBTQ+ charity.

The pre-order ends November 8, 2019. Packages will be mailed in December.

GET IT HERE!

To celebrate the launch, we’re hosting a giveaway on tumblr and twitter! It is for one calendar including shipping (postcards not included), and is open worldwide. Enter by reblogging this post (number of reblogs not limited). If you’ve already ordered from our shop, we will reimburse you for the calendar and shipping costs. If you want to purchase the postcards as well, you can upgrade to a bundle after winning the giveaway.

The giveaway closes November 4, and a winner will be contacted Nov 5.

Another GIGANTIC round of thanks to the people who made this happen!

#fandom zines #good omens #good omonths #ineffable husbands #zine scene

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felidfannibal · 7 years

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a reply post because im bad at remembering to physically respond o/

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@carrioncrowned said: Because tumblr is a piece of shit that resizes images and fucks with the resolution. There are posts going around CLAIMING that there’s a high res version of 1280x1920 px and anything above (in either direction!) gets resized, but that’s bull tbh, it still blurs the image for me. Only way I’ve found is 540x810 px dashboard size, which hurts my soul esp. with landscape oriented art, but if you want it to be sharp, that’s what you gotta do.

euuughh. I hate it. I like doing landscape more because It makes me uncomfortable when my art takes up a whole screen worth of the dash ;; its funny (infuriating) how much it changes stuff though... and yea i agree with you, even in my big screenshot repaintings when you open them at 1280 there is still a lot of softening to the image from the amount of deterioration in the file compared to what I see in SAI. That more graphic one of will i just did its SO OBVIOUS i was on mobile and just between clicking the image to view and it on the dashboard the blur/sharpening effect of both options is just.. so bad... usually i dont really care but its still annoying.

@nephila-main-blog said: Tumblr be a dick like that.

you sum it all up wonderfully P:

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ofdvorakanddastardlyschemes said: I love this fandom so fucking much.

it luvs u too!! <3 eve

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@pragnificent said: Exciting!

@fragile-teacup said: @felidfannibal this is absolutely stunning!!!! Please do finish it! <3

Workin on it! :D (also thanks 2 @brokenfannibal and @krey-9-jorce for the encouragement/praise via reblogs P: <3 )

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@krey-9-jorce said: Sorry but at first i read it as “hugh as onion” 😅😅😅 that’s a whole lot of works, great, but don’t exhaust yourself tho

@brokenfannibal said: I’m looking forward to the nonbinary stuff and the cafe murder husbands the most

pff if i didnt have so much on the go I would draw that right now. (thats my secret krey- im always exhausted) I REALLY REALLY wanna get to the nb stuff..... *A* this cafe painting is one of the top priorities right now tho so that should happen soonish :D

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@le-artbunny said: I wish i could help, but my brain is inept when it comes to imagination

you are plenty imaginative! But i know the feel.... always seems like the hardest part. thx<3

#carrioncrowned #brokenfannibal #ofvorakanddastardlyschemes #le-artbunny #krey-9-jorce #fragile-teacup #pragnificent #nephilia-main-blog #replies #thank u guys for bein patient with me n my limited social skills lol o/

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nim-lock · 5 years

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We’re live! Get in on #DogsforFlint!

Do you like dogs? We like dogs too! #DogsForFlint is a 57-artist charity artbook with all proceeds going to the LittleMissFlint gofundme for clean water. Sales open from now until August 8! This zine is only available as a digital PDF. Get it here! https://gum.co/dogsforflint

Check out our contributors—

We hope you enjoy the dogs! Reblogs are appreciated :)

#dogsforflint #flint water crisis #zine #zine scene #dogs #artbook

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playingthehunter · 4 years

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by @carrioncrowned

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huemanity2019 · 5 years

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We donated $703.59 to The Trevor Project!

Thank you for being a part of Huemanity 2019. Thank you all so much. To the Hannibal fandom—this couldn’t have existed without you.

Cheers, and we hope you’re enjoying your hue-filled year!

For the last time this project, your mods @nim-lock @carrioncrowned and @miasmatik ♥

#huemanity 2019 #hannibal #hannigram #fannibals #the trevor project

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rollpluspodcast · 2 years

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And that’s the splatter man…

This week, the party get into to some combat! But as usual, Emlyn’s researching whilst the others fight for their life. Will Emlyn find anything of interest or will the party perish without their gunslinger? Tune in to this weeks episode to find out!

Episode Nine is now live and so is our contest! Enter now: deadline is 5th Dec.

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spoopywitchrpg-blog · 6 years

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Ilsa’s Fantastic Fanfic: Part 3 FINALE

We got through the tomb with relative ease, they had largely exterminated the whole thing. Since I can’t read magic Ava gave me several potions to use instead. Soarya gave me a dagger and showed me how to use it, but warned me to try to avoid using it. Iris blessed us to protect us from evil, and Elsbeth played a song of courage. I may not like her much, but Elsbeth is a great Bard. I did feel empowered, like I could do anything. Zel and I approached the door, “You don’t have to do this Ilsa, if you’re scared we can turn back.” Hmph. “Let’s open this door already.”

We touched the door at the same time and a light began to emanate from the carvings, suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my hand and I saw Zel wince. Next thing I knew we were stumbling into a dark chamber. Zel activated a sun rod and gave one to me, I examined my hand and saw a little bit of blood. I guess the door stabbed us for some odd reason. The room we were in was massive with pillars and dilapidated statues of beautiful high elves. In the center was a beautiful dry fountain, intricate designs of forests, elves, and fey danced around the edges. I found myself drawn to it, before I knew it I was standing at the edge of the fountain watching the designs. They seemed to move almost, script along the edges told a story of the high elves and their power. I became entranced, circling the fountain gently feeling the marble on my fingertips. I didn’t even hear Zel calling for me, all I could focus on was the fountain. I circled and circled and circled the fountain until somehow I had created a perfect circle of blood along the edge.

Suddenly the fountain began to pour some sort of liquid, not quite water but more like pure moonlight. I stepped into the fountain and let the light wash over me. I was numb. All I could see was silvery light and shimmers of stars. Then I felt something wrap around me, I began to panic until I was out from under the fountain and found myself in Zel’s muscular arms. The ground began to rumble and the floor collapsed beneath us.

The debris settled and my vision started to come back. I realized that I was covered in blood, and I made the connection. I wasn’t standing in moon light, it was magical blood. Then the pain set in and I realized I had a large cut on my arm. Zel started to come to, immediately investigating his surroundings. His clothes tattered and partly shredded. He finally turned to me, I expected him to be angry with me for my foolishness and braced myself for a barrage of yelling. Instead he immediately pulled me to his chest and held me tightly. I could hear his heart beat fast but steady and feel his warmth. I never realized how muscular his chest was. Even thought I was covered in blood and in pain, I had never felt safer.

“You scared me so much Ilsa, I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you,” Zell said with a small tremor in his gentle voice. He finally noticed my wound, and realized that our potions of cure wounds had been damaged in the fall. He quickly removed his shirt, exposing his pale skin in the beams of moon light, and tore part of it to make a bandage. The rest he used to help clean some of the blood off of me. Then we heard rushed footsteps coming toward us, Zel stood immediately even though he too was injured, rapier drawn. I held my dagger close, just in case. Soon we recognized the shadows as Soarya and Iris. Iris quickly took to healing our wounds while Soarya and Zel discussed what had happened. From above we could hear Ava and Elsbeth talking about the fountain above.

Apparently, the door only required the blood of two pure blood elves, and the fountain was essentially a drain for sacrificed elves. “Their blood was filtered through various magics, incantations I couldn’t quite make out,” said Ava.

Elsbeth chimed in, “I was able to translate some of the scripture and incantations. There was a sect of high elves that wanted more power. When the fey denied them they turned to necromancy. By bathing in the blood of their own kind they evolved into Blood Elves, capable of terrifying power.”

“But,” Ava interrupted, “they didn’t realize that it would drive them to madness. Even the Drow avoided them. Little did they know, the idea was put into their minds by Rovagug who wanted them to create chaos in the elven world. The power was unstable, it eventually destroyed them from the inside out.” With a sigh she continued, “Their own blood began to run white, they thought at first it was pure moonlight, but in reality the act of bathing in blood deprived them of their own physiological magics. It was a painful death.”

Iris and Ava took to work cleansing the tomb of evil and guiding any remaining spirits to rest. Elsbeth played a sorrowful tune to assist. I stood with Soarya and Zell, we didn’t have much that we could do. Soarya turned to me and said “I’m sorry for asking you to join our adventure, had I known the dangers I would have reconsidered.” I had trouble finding words to describe my feelings, it was dangerous, but I got to see sides of Zel I had never seen before. “Ilsa was instrumental to the operation, and I was grateful to have her at my side. Hopefully we can adventure together again,” Zel said putting a gentle hand on my shoulder. With our jobs done we all started our way home. Ava gave me a concoction to get the blood and dirt out of my clothes. Zel walked me home and got the rope back up to the window. I went up first, accepting that I needed Zel to stabilize the rope. I climbed up into my window and turned back to see Zel quickly scale the wall, within seconds he was at the window.

“You know, even though we may have almost been killed, I actually had a lot of fun tonight,” I said in hushed tones.

“I’m glad you had fun,” Zel said with a small laugh. “But I’m even more happy that you’re safe. I don’t think you realize how dear you kids are to me.” And with that he gave me a small kiss on the forehead before disappearing into the night. I blushed so hard you could use my red face as a lantern. But I did begin to understand what I had been feeling. As hard as it is to admit it, I think I like Zel as more than a friend. Even though he’s older than me, maybe he feels the same way…

“Ilsa...Ilsa wake up! Ilsa!”

My eyes opened and took a minute to adjust, but I found my brother Alin trying to wake me in hushed tones. It must have been important for him to try and wake me up, he knows how I get.

“Ilsa, hurry get dressed-”

“Alin what could you possibly want?”

“It’s time to get started on chores, come on.”

It was all a dream…but it felt so real! I figured I’d never know the truth about my feelings for Zel. As I was dressing thought, I found the slightest scar on my arm, exactly where I had hurt myself in the tomb of Uru’sa. Maybe there is some truth to my feelings after all.

~Ilsa.

#pathfinder #rpg #comedy #fanfic #carrioncrown #carrion crown

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cinabre · 5 years

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My contribution to the the @huemanity2019 calendar (may, green). I have recieved mine and it’s spectacular. Thanks so much carrioncrowned, nim-lock & miasmatik for this project!

#Hannibal #fanart #huemanity #calendar #Chiyoh #hunter #pheasant #forest #green

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mr-ocean-man · 7 years

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Some mood lighting when writing out your pathfinder campaign is always helpful #thehauntingofharrowstone #carrioncrown #tabletop #gamenight #tabletopgames #pathfinder #dungeonsanddragons #dnd #gaming #campaign #candles #moodlighting #

#tabletopgames #dungeonsanddragons #pathfinder #thehauntingofharrowstone #gaming #dnd #candles #carrioncrown #tabletop #campaign #gamenight #moodlighting

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carrioncrowned-blog · 7 years

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Ahhhhh there it is! My face. And also the rest of my body. I was tagged by the lovely @meduszoa and @shoegazerx !

Some additional information:

Due to item no. 1 on my ‘likes’ list, there’s a decent chance my clothes are covered in dog hair at any given moment

I buy one pair of shoes at a time and wear them for months on end until they fall apart. I do actually own other shoes but I keep wearing the same ones for some reason

I spent way, way more time on cutting the little trash pieces out and gluing them on the picture than was strictly necessary

I’m tagging @nim-lock, @pangaeastarseed and @spielzeugkaiser - only if you want to of course!

#meet the artist #meet the artist meme #carrioncrowned #my art #traditional art #watercolor #copic markers #mixed media

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goodomonths · 5 years

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Here we are! We’re excited to present the wonderful artists in this project! Pre-orders will go live mid October. All our artists are linked below the cut, feel free to check them out!

Cheers :) Thanks for the support

#good omonths #fandom zines #good omens #ineffable husbands #<333 #participants list

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