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Thomas D. Salinas
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A peaceful night's rest.
The wind howled outside the cozy cottage set near the beach. Inside, all was quiet, save some quiet whimpers coming from the room of the ex-Captain himself. A nightmare, he suffered.  Tossing, and turning, the blustering wind and the plip plap of fresh rain drops hitting the window were teasing his mind.   The man quivered and shook, clutching his blankets tight.  All was silent, until a shatter sounded through the house.  He'd knocked over his water glass, in his sleep. In the next room, the silvery haired chef sat at attention, the outline of his hair the only thing visible in the dark.  Wild and ruffled, he was still mostly asleep, his ey
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Insanity
 Darkness. That was all that was there. The darkness.  The smell of the sea.  The tastes of salt and sweat.  The cold sweat running down his body, the soft touch of the clothing he'd fallen asleep in, and the warmth of the room.  The dim light under the doorway, from the lanterns out on deck.  The sound of the waves hitting the ship.  The heavy, hoarse breathing coming from him as he looked through the darkness.  That was all.  There was nothing there, he had to tell himself again.  Nothing. Wolfen crumpled down, leaning onto the fronts of his feet, bending at the knees and lowering himself into a ball.  He continued to breath deeply, his
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The Golem
I don't get it. What happened? Where am I? What's this feeling? I can't feel anything on my skin. I remember walking into a dungeon. Seeing a guy with a book. A flash of light. Did he say something? I don't recall. Wait, can I move? Am I moving? I can't tell.   My vision's higher.   Did I stand?   It looks like it was a room once, then the ceiling fell in.   There's snow covering the debris. Can I raise my arm? By the gods... Am I... Stone?! No.  This can't be happening. It can't be. I'm moving, but it's not me. Am I a Golem? ... What's that? Footsteps? Who's there? I can turn. The door. It's her.  The ad
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The New Gods
There occurs, once in a blue moon, an anomaly.   When, somewhere along the line, an error occurs in the processor of Time and Space. It blinks red for a moment, before making some extra code; Something not meant to exist, that just kind of happens.  And it happens to make the burdens of Time and Space easier.  By manifesting more "Space", we find more "Time".   The easiest analogy would be to say that, while a computer with more hardware installed requires more effort for the computer itself to maintain, it also gains more power.  With that power, comes more ability to manage the aforementioned hardware.   So
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Naval Report- Kellie 'Calamitous' Scrawlden
This particular subject used to be a top tier chef, self employed, working in a large port town.  His history before this is unknown.  Earliest records show that he had a wife, and his restaurant was fairly well renown.  His cooking was sought out by particular officers of the navy, and even pirates who had made names for themselves would stop in from time to time, partially due to his "No-nonsense" policy on guests.   -[Naval officers and wanted criminals were not allowed to engage on his premises, with a signed writ from local authorities, in the name of a peaceful respite for his guests.  If any confrontation were to arise, he would quickl
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Soul Soldier
Behold the man who stands alone. The swordsman who waits and watches. Staring at shadows. Watching time fly. He cannot wait to die. Ages pass and still he stands. Waiting for his foe's sword, unsheathed, to clash with his own. He stands, anxious, scared. Undefeated. But he knows he cannot win. Countless swords lay across the field. Flags from countries, promises broken. Memories of dead men and women haunt his field of vision. Friends long lost. Fathers, mothers, who died fighting for their kin. Brothers. Lovers. Sisters. Mothers. Fathers. Teachers. Students. Preachers. Come one, come all, alongside or alone, Share a tomb now, birthed in
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Three years later...
It had been three years. Three long years since everything blew up. Wolfen stood on the docks of the small port town, Kayus. Located on a small island, it was perfect.  They could hide here.  Nobody would ever have to know.  No one from the old crew would find him, and no one would think to look for him.  It was perfect. The madman closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.  The warm sun graced his skin, and made his jacket warm, and comfortable.  The gentle sea breeze caressed him, lightening the warmth of the sun and bringing to him the smell of the salty sea air.  It would have to be enough, now.  
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A peaceful night's rest.
The wind howled outside the cozy cottage set near the beach. Inside, all was quiet, save some quiet whimpers coming from the room of the ex-Captain himself. A nightmare, he suffered.  Tossing, and turning, the blustering wind and the plip plap of fresh rain drops hitting the window were teasing his mind.   The man quivered and shook, clutching his blankets tight.  All was silent, until a shatter sounded through the house.  He'd knocked over his water glass, in his sleep. In the next room, the silvery haired chef sat at attention, the outline of his hair the only thing visible in the dark.  Wild and ruffled, he was still mostly asleep, his ey
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Insanity
 Darkness. That was all that was there. The darkness.  The smell of the sea.  The tastes of salt and sweat.  The cold sweat running down his body, the soft touch of the clothing he'd fallen asleep in, and the warmth of the room.  The dim light under the doorway, from the lanterns out on deck.  The sound of the waves hitting the ship.  The heavy, hoarse breathing coming from him as he looked through the darkness.  That was all.  There was nothing there, he had to tell himself again.  Nothing. Wolfen crumpled down, leaning onto the fronts of his feet, bending at the knees and lowering himself into a ball.  He continued to breath deeply, his
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The Golem
I don't get it. What happened? Where am I? What's this feeling? I can't feel anything on my skin. I remember walking into a dungeon. Seeing a guy with a book. A flash of light. Did he say something? I don't recall. Wait, can I move? Am I moving? I can't tell.   My vision's higher.   Did I stand?   It looks like it was a room once, then the ceiling fell in.   There's snow covering the debris. Can I raise my arm? By the gods... Am I... Stone?! No.  This can't be happening. It can't be. I'm moving, but it's not me. Am I a Golem? ... What's that? Footsteps? Who's there? I can turn. The door. It's her.  The ad
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The New Gods
There occurs, once in a blue moon, an anomaly.   When, somewhere along the line, an error occurs in the processor of Time and Space. It blinks red for a moment, before making some extra code; Something not meant to exist, that just kind of happens.  And it happens to make the burdens of Time and Space easier.  By manifesting more "Space", we find more "Time".   The easiest analogy would be to say that, while a computer with more hardware installed requires more effort for the computer itself to maintain, it also gains more power.  With that power, comes more ability to manage the aforementioned hardware.   So
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Naval Report- Kellie 'Calamitous' Scrawlden
This particular subject used to be a top tier chef, self employed, working in a large port town.  His history before this is unknown.  Earliest records show that he had a wife, and his restaurant was fairly well renown.  His cooking was sought out by particular officers of the navy, and even pirates who had made names for themselves would stop in from time to time, partially due to his "No-nonsense" policy on guests.   -[Naval officers and wanted criminals were not allowed to engage on his premises, with a signed writ from local authorities, in the name of a peaceful respite for his guests.  If any confrontation were to arise, he would quickl
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Soul Soldier
Behold the man who stands alone. The swordsman who waits and watches. Staring at shadows. Watching time fly. He cannot wait to die. Ages pass and still he stands. Waiting for his foe's sword, unsheathed, to clash with his own. He stands, anxious, scared. Undefeated. But he knows he cannot win. Countless swords lay across the field. Flags from countries, promises broken. Memories of dead men and women haunt his field of vision. Friends long lost. Fathers, mothers, who died fighting for their kin. Brothers. Lovers. Sisters. Mothers. Fathers. Teachers. Students. Preachers. Come one, come all, alongside or alone, Share a tomb now, birthed in
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Three years later...
It had been three years. Three long years since everything blew up. Wolfen stood on the docks of the small port town, Kayus. Located on a small island, it was perfect.  They could hide here.  Nobody would ever have to know.  No one from the old crew would find him, and no one would think to look for him.  It was perfect. The madman closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.  The warm sun graced his skin, and made his jacket warm, and comfortable.  The gentle sea breeze caressed him, lightening the warmth of the sun and bringing to him the smell of the salty sea air.  It would have to be enough, now.  
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May 10
United States
Deviant for 8 years
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Back on the beat
Alright.  I can do this.  I can do this.  I CAN DO THIS. I FEEL GREAT.  I CAN FIGHT.  I CAN WRITE! ...  Guh.   I'm sitting here at a laptop for the first time in what feels like eons, music playing, 3ds closed and to the side, and my cutlass-chete thing in my lap, and I canNOT find the drive.  I wrote out a whole story chapter a while back, and messed up with some of the coding, and... well, the whole thing might've accidentally... gotten... scrapped.  T-T But I WILL prevail!  I WILL write it out again! ... Eventually. *Sigh*  Lemme give it a shot.  I'll do the thing.  I
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Commissions!
Well, folks, I've hit a brick wall.   Creativity decided it hates me, so I'm going to attempt and answer COMMISSIONS! If anyone has an idea for something they'd like someone else to write, or they'd like me to write ABOUT a subject (i.e. the F.E.A.R. snippet I did), let me now.  They first couple are FREE!! So yeah.  If anyone has something they'd like to see, just lemme know.  Inbox or comments, and I'll write it out. I'm gonna go ahead and say anything goes, but if it's NSFW,I'll mark it as such, and do the appropriate legality nonsense. And if I enjoy doing this enough, I may make it a regular thing! Here's to hoping for the future!
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The Beginning! (Pt. 3)
You know, I noticed I haven't done anything with my own Deviant Art yet.  I should do so, shouldn't I? Well! To begin with, I'll admit something.  I'm better with writing than I am with drawing, in my opinion, so I might write more than I draw.  I only really draw when inspiration strikes, and will only post it when I'm feeling courageous and, well, ballsy.  So to begin!  I'll start with some posts from long ago. I mostly do snippets of stories, stuff I just kinda think up in an instant.  Half of which is inspired by video games, the other half has NOTHING to do with ANYTHING.  So now that the introduction to my madness is over, let the gam
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MightyRaptor|Student Digital Artist
hi
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NightmareAnubis|Hobbyist General Artist
Yellow!
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HeatherAfterCosplay|Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you for the watch! *^^*
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NightmareAnubis|Hobbyist General Artist
Woah, I'm sorry I'm incredibly late responding to this but you're welcome! =D
You've got some great cosplays going on!
Your Magma Grunt was what got me interested, it looks awesome!
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Thanks for the watch 
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Coccineus|Hobbyist General Artist
:iconemptyspaceplz:
:iconlainloveplz: :iconeufrosis: :icongrin--plz: :iconthxwatchbubbleplz: :iconeufrosis:  :iconlainloveplz:
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Thanks for the watch. c:
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