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By mule-guts ・ 2 ・ 0

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By Necrovos ・ 0 ・ 0

Fird squinted at another spectre in the clearing of the Harvester. The human ghost glared at the courser and promptly faded out of sight. The courser gave a great sigh looking down at his sketchbook. All of the strange anthropomorphic ghosts and spirits that wandered around the Harvester’s (home? Place of business?? Hm. He’ll have to think on that.) ‘abode’ were generally called ‘restless’ spirits for a reason. None of them would stay still for him! The...

Ghosts Don't Make Great Drawing Subjects

By Mouer ・ 0 ・ 0

"My gods, will you stop following us?!" Etain grumbled, turning to look over her shoulder and glare back at the cloaked figure, hand still outstretched towards them. "It asks for something you need," Fetch replied calmly. The experienced Courser's words smooth and calm, without any of the irritation Etain felt. It merely made her hotter, angrier, and she felt it bubbling at the back of her throat, threatening to spill over. Well… perhaps not just threatenin...

By Inki ・ 0 ・ 0

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By PAVLIEN ・ 1 ・ 0

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Content Warning: Mild Body Horror

Clicking Down the Cistern | Soul Harvest + Boss Prompt

By golden-boy ・ 1 ・ 0

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Content Warning: Slight Horror

The Harvest Moon

By PixChuuArts ・ 0 ・ 0

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By majmu ・ 12 ・ 1

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[C008] a shape in the shadows

By courvidan, finchlings ・ 0 ・ 0

And Madalgarde had thought slime would be the worst of it. Crispin had invited her to chase, and she had been all too eager to follow him. She knew she could not match him for strength, nor speed, but enthusiasm won her all her greatest friends and having this man as an ally would be valuable indeed (beyond any discounts he might give her for mercenary services). So, she chased, with brio, with zest, with sparkle – but without much caution. By the time she felt the floor benea...

Lava and Skeleton Soup

By Vole ・ 0 ・ 0

Frisk shrugged. The box groaned. The once-shiny lines of solder had developed cracks. Splinters of rust, flaking away. The rivets grew, worked outward; a first one leapt outward and clattered onto the stone floor, rolling on its head, clicking to a stop against Smudge’s hooves. The smell of ozone burned sharper — the discharge of electricity, chemical build-up. ...

i am flesh and i am bone

By Inki, Selkie, ace, Snek ・ 0 ・ 0

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By majmu ・ 0 ・ 0

'Galatea, Galatea, Galatea…' The spirits groaned in an otherworldly chant that sent shivers up Hunter's spine. He'd seen that word scrawled on the stone of a mine, which made him raise an eyebrow. "What makes a mine so important to these spirits?" Hunter said, rolling his eyes as he spotted another spirit gurgling the word under its breath. As he wandered the field, looking for the Harvester, Hunter sighed as he watched the spirits on their way, lost in the mortal world, unabl...

Spirits walk - Soul Harvest part 2

By Heartsofblack ・ 0 ・ 0

Once again as the night approaches, kirito readied himself for what was to come. If it was anything like last night, then he will need to be ready for what is to come in store for the black swordsman. He motions for his eagle to go ahead and stay inside the house for the night, and it reluctantly flaps its wings and flies to its perch area that it has made for itself. The sunset paints the landscape in its oranges and reds as kirito makes his way over to the dun...

Kirito's search for answers

By xjustxryanx ・ 0 ・ 0

"Galatea." Friar whipped around to face the spirit who'd spoken. "What did you say?" He demanded. It was an elf, he thought, though he wasn't quite sure; he didn't have much experience differentiating between humanoids. But the spirit only blinked at him and vanished. Friar cursed, circling in place. He was sure it had said Galatea, that od...

By crystaii ・ 0 ・ 0

A shiver shot down Claddagh’s spine as a distant howl resounded through the dungeon. These nights had begun to hold an oddness to them, a chill that wasn’t just the change of summer to autumn. Claddagh jumped when Baxter’s ears perked up and he built up a growl toward a dense bush, only to relax a moment after. She scolded him with a sharp whisper, and he grumbled some more, but inched closer to her legs, glancing around, wary. ...

That Which Slinks in the Shadows | Claddagh

By KnightHoneybee ・ 0 ・ 0

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Echoes of the Past

By majmu ・ 6 ・ 0

Ulrindaro was not a thief… but he was an opportunist. And well, a magic brazier that never went out seemed like a rather lovely opportunity on a night where the spirits threatened to drag him into the depths with them. At least that is what he presumed they wanted to do.The spirits were restless, stumbling about the dungeon in a way that seemed somehow both aimless and targeted, ...

By MagosOpossum ・ 1 ・ 0

Friends! Everywhere Esther looked she met another new friend. They wore strange clothes and had peculiar bodies, but she didn't mind. Some were very friendly and would chat for hours with the girl. Others were not as nice and she learned quickly to give them their space. Not everyone enjoyed the living, a fact that her mother reminded her often. But even the dead could be full of life. Many just wanted to be heard and a few even wanted to play! One talked silly to her mom and she swore...

By Sephora ・ 0 ・ 0

There’s a chill in the air, the sort that dances across your skin and claims it as its home without invitation; the sort that leaves you desperate and seeking of warmth. It was that time of year where darkness blanketed itself across the sky earlier and earlier with each passing day, the moon rising higher and higher against that black canvas and illuminating the world below for those brave enough to remain outside — a number that grew fewer and farther betw...

in the light of the moon i seek you

By itsthatdog ・ 0 ・ 0

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