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Neon Gore

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Flower Sketch

Nintendo DS paintings

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DJ-ANDR3W x Rose-Surprise!

My Little Pony

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Literature

Soul Resonance-POWER STRIKE!(ch.1)

Soul Resonance-POWER STRIKE! Soul Eater fan fiction Ch.1               “So, what are we doing today, Alex? MW3?”, asked Matvey, pulling his long, dark brown hair into a ponytail. His violet eyes shone, contrasting deeply with his pale skin. He wore a brown WW2 aerial flight jacket, a black t-shirt, torn jeans, and tan combat boots. He had three piercings on his left ear, and one above his eyebrow. One of the three on his ear was a tiny Russian flag, a gift from his friends before his move to the States almost a year ago. “How about Left 4 Dead? Halloween is the perfect day to shoot zombies all night.”, Alexander repli

Soul Eater Fanfiction

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Literature

Demons run Amok(TEASER)

                                  Brian Moffett, a lonely, tradgedy-ridden young man of fifteen, has taken up the task of investigating the mysterious death of his parents.  He has finally trailed the culprit, an evil demon out for human blood, to the country of Japan. The demon is hiding among thousands of innocent people in the prestigous Ouran High School. Now he must go undercover as a student. His only problem? The Host Club. When Brian is forced by Tamaki to join their club, he gets anything but the peace and quiet he was hoping for. Especially from the "prince",Tamaki Suoh. Will Brian find love in flirtacious Tamaki, or will Brian'

Demons run Amok OHSHC Soul Eater

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Giving In Doujinshi-COLOURED!!!

Giving In DJ

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Color Me: Medic, TF2

Color Me

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Literature

GerIta-Stronger [REVISED]

                            I am weak. I always have been. I've always relied on others for protection or shelter. Grandpa Rome provided for me as a child, raising me to be fluent in the arts,since I was not much good at war. After that Mr. Austria cared for me, making me clean because I caused trouble with any other task. When World War One came around,the only thing I was capable of doing was curling up in a craftily hidden tomato crate and pretending to be a tomato fairy. It never even crossed my mind that I could be good at anything other than painting or cooking,until my masterful plan was ruined by that harsh looking blonde. Had I known

Scraps

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