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kpop-locks · 1 year

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꒰ ˀˀ ↷ mino ; simple “♡ᵎ ꒱

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#babi #lockscreens #mino #mino lockscreens #mino lockscreen #mino edit #mino edits #mino wallpaper #mino wallpapers #mino winner #song mino #song minho #winner #winner lockscreens #winner lockscreen #winner edits #winner edit #winner wallpapers #winner wallpaper

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soulmateszedits · 6 months

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⌜ Mino × Winner ⌝ ᓚᘏᗢ

┊ ❀ Boyfriend Material

#mino lockscreens #mino lockscreen #mino wallpapers #mino wallpaper #mino #winner mino #winner #winner lockscreens #winner lockscreen #winner wallpaper #winner wallpapers #kpop #kpop wallpaper #kpop lockscreen #kpop lockscreens #kpop wallpapers #kpop locks #kpop winner

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wheat--wesley · 2 months

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Heartbeat Minos

The first wallpaper I drew, I have uploaded it to Wall Papei engine. I was so excited because it was my first time painting wallpaper.

Here is the link:

I love Minos so much, I really hope he have more Wall paper in future.

#ultrakill #minos prime #fanart #wallpaper #gif #game fanart #muscler #heart

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sugaminawallpapers · 2 years

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Marie Claire Korea B&W Photo Shoot Wallpapers

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saintseiya-zone · 2 years

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Griffon Minos (TLC)

Saint Seiya Rebirth wallpapers

#saint seiya #stseiya #griffon minos #lost canvas #ssz

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rubbyutau · 6 months

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✨🐰Totone & Mino Nite Wallpaper!🐺✨

#furryart #furryfandom #rabbit #brown #wolf #yellow #toon #doodleart #wallpaper

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angelicapocalypse · 10 months

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• Griffon Minos •

• Mandrake Fyodor •

• Wallpapers 2/? •

• Feel Free To Use! / NO REPOSTING WHATSOEVER •

#Saint Seiya #Saint Seiya Lost Canvas #Griffon Minos #Mandrake Fyodor #Specters #My Edits #WallpapersEdit #no reposting

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thewatercolours · 2 years

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Into Minos's Palace

This ficlet definitely isn't part of the official storyline - I just read the latest installment of @goddessoftechnology's "and icarus fell" fic the other day, and got an idea for this scene.

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“Nelia. Always a pleasure. You’re looking radiant as ever.”

The greying waystop woman stands in tattered stocking feet, face dappled with sooty fingerprints that ran into streaks, and ash in the creases of her hands. She smells of smoke – dirty, common smoke, not his lovely, curated blends. She reaches out to Odds but keeps an acceptable distance. “Help me.”

“What with?”

“They burned my place down this morning.”

Odds clicks his tongue sympathetically. “Awful. Who’s they? Our boys?”

“Yes.”

“Who precisely?” He pushes his spectacles up by the bridge.

Nelia purses her lips and her eyes dart for a moment as she reaches for some decision. “I didn’t see their faces,” she says at last. “But they came in one of your carts.”

He falls into his wingback chair, chuckling, and swings his legs over the arm rest. “Don’t you love the contradictions of people? They’ll storm in demanding reparations, and at the same time try to shield the people who actually did it.”

“I’m not asking for reparations,” Nelia says softly. “I just need to know why.”

“Oho. I’d think you’d know better than that. Say, be a sweetheart and hand me my pipe. It’s by the fishbowl. Should still have some spark in it.”

Nelia’s face remains impassive as she takes up the pipe by its bowl and gently hands it over. Odds taps it against the wall to stir up the embers, and takes a long, rosy pull that almost immediately quiets his headache, like magic. “Ah,” he sighs dreamily. “Oh yes, you wanted to know why. Nelia, you have a tidy little reputation with us partly because you’ve never cared much about the ‘why’s.’ Pity to break your streak.”

She steps back out his reach carefully. “It would help with moving on, just to know.”

Odds glances carefully at his sister, who stands with her back to the room, staring through the two-way mirror into an empty hallway. She doesn’t move. This is in his court.

He shrugs, as well as he can draped over the chair like this. In all honestly the seat is so narrow and the arm rests so high that this isn’t the most comfortable position, but he hasn’t got the energy to get rise yet. “Then it should help to know that it was as much for your good as anyone’s. Some time back one of our more kleptomaniacal sorts snatched something a bit too valuable while he was out on the hunt. Something traceable. Had it with him when he stopped at your place on the way home. We just had to clean up a little.”

Nelia closes her eyes. “And my house had to burn for that?”

“The waystop which we built,” he corrects her good-humoredly, taking another puff from the pipe. “And yes, it did have to. Can’t be too careful. At the worst extreme, magicians are getting more sophisticated at getting a lock on a thing’s aura. Fire burns out the trails. I’m sure you see.”

She still doesn’t open her eyes. “I can’t come back here again.”

“And yet here you are. The age of miracles isn’t over.”

The woman totters where she stands for a moment, but she opens her eyes and steadies herself against the wall. “I can’t pay your rates. And this isn’t ten years ago. I can’t go crawling through your tiny tunnels with a bucket and rag. I had diphtheria last year. My lungs couldn’t take it.”

Odds raises his brows. “Please don’t touch the wallpaper. Your hands are filthy.” She pulls away, and he nods genially. “Well, Nelia, I hear you’ve become a fair –“ he hums amusedly – “apothecary. When it comes to hunting knock-outs, some of our people even prefer your mixes to our in-house ones. Tell you what. Write out all your recipes in full and put them there on my desk, and I’ll put in a good word for you with Lark down in the distillery. She’s been needing another pair of hands – doesn’t keep ahead of orders the way she used to.”

“Wage?” Nelia asks, not very hopefully.

Odds rolls his eyes. “Sort that out with Lark, not me. I’m doing you a favour even authorizing you to come down here.”

“I’d advise you to remember,” says Evens, not turning found. “No one owes you anything, and no one gets a free ride here.”

“Except our champions, of course.” Odds sniggers. “Don’t suppose you’d care to explore that avenue?”

Nelia approaches the desk cautiously. “Could I have a pen to write them out?”

“Top right drawer,” says Odds, flourishing his fingers grandly in its direction. “Can’t miss it. It’s the only unlocked one. Now, do you have stimulant recipes as well as sedatives? We’ve got plenty, but always on the search for variety, don’t you know? This place is about nothing if not keeping things interesting.”

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Nelia doesn’t flinch as she dips the pen in the inkwell.

She got in. She groveled suitably. She let this man see that she was so cowed that she didn’t let out a peep of protest and actually came to the people she took all she had for help. She would not be here longer than she could help.

Just long enough to make them see they couldn’t just burn her little house down.

Something valuable, eh? Interesting.

#and icarus fell #vee #king's quest #kings quest #my writing

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cavaleirosdebronze · 2 years

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Foram disponibilizados, no site oficial do jogo Saint Seiya: Rebirth, wallpapers para PC e Mobile do personagem recém adicionado, Minos de Griffon (Lost Canvas).

https://seiya.mobage.cn/home/m/

Mais informações sobre o personagem: https://santosdebronze.blogspot.com/2022/08/Minos-de-Griffon-LC-Rebirth.html