350-700 Points Giveaway Again [Closed]More Like This
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2x prizes for my watchers. <3
One 250/500 point winner will be chosen.
One 100/200 point winner will be chosen.
A random number generator will be used. Your number is automatically picked by the +fav.
Winners chosen sometime on the 13th of June.
Winners will be posted here.
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Watching isn't necessary, but appreciated. There is bribery here with double the prizes. So check out the art. <3
I do appreciate people spreading the word. <3 Thanks.
Winners are DevilishDB for 100 points, and AnimeArtist59 with 250 DOUBLED to 500 points. Look for another giveaway in a couple weeks!
The Robot and the PrincessDarkness fell heavily across the cityscape at sunset, casting long shadows from the countless pinnacles that reach heavenwards toward the two moons suspended like great rough-skinned melons above them. The dark canyon abyss that was the streets below was both the shelter and the harsh climate for billions of souls. Despite the legions of brilliant lights that flashed, called out, and beckoned lost souls to them in veritable rainbows of color along every thoroughfare, the streets themselves seemed eternally cloaked in shadows. It almost seemed that the harsh lights only caused the shadows to appear darker, and such shadows. They resembled the humans that cast them, yet were hideously skewed, and stretched into twisted shapes from positions the of the lighting. Such was the world called Talonus.More Like This
Talonus is an odd world of outcasts, unwanted by the even the conquering Thressian Empire that ravaged that place with war, not eighty years prior. Though they fought, died, and killed for the ri
Typical MorningMore Like This
The reason the alarm (also known as her cellphone) had been carefully placed across the room was so Thayle would be forced to actually get up out of bed to turn it off. It was either that or suffer the warbling upbeat tune of The Bangles so hellishly early in the morning.
Struggling to pull her brain out of its shroud of cobwebs, Thayle rolled over and yelped when something jabbed her neck. Something pointy and ... plastic.
Thrust. She groaned as the small jet stirred and burrowed closer to her neck. With a sigh, she fumbled to untangle him from her hair despite the Seeker's sleepy protests. She never knew when any of the apartment's smaller denizens would decide her pillow-space was up for grabs in the middle of the night, but Thrust in particular seemed to lay a persistent claim to it. He was not usually the sharing type, but he could be very generous about his sharp angles and pointy appendages.
Laying the snoozing Seeker back onto her pillow, Thayle fought down a