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Featured

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Mimic Dice Bag

My OC's

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Literature

Jon's Nightmare [PTS]

Yawning as he headed to bed around two in the morning Jonathan slipped into his pajamas tiredly. Something had his horde all stirred up and excited. Considering Halloween was a little over a week away he could understand their boost in energy. The veil was thinning and their power was growing. Laying in bed he stared at the ceiling for a time as his eyes slowly closed. He would have to find something fun for them to do, something energy intensive. But that could wait until the day. Slowly his body relaxed and his breathing became even and shallow. Blinking his eyes open Jon looked up into the limbs of a tree and frowned in confusion. Reachin

Pokemon

59 deviations
Nathaniel Alexander [Pokemontownship]

PTS Apps

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Mark [OC]

Re-make

1 deviation
Rose Gold Wedding Dress [Open Adopt]

Adoptable

67 deviations
Tythonian War Droid [Fanart]

Challenges

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Solar Sonata Pony [OC]

Ponies

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Jellyfish Walolita [Commission]

Commission

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Trans Flag Bag

Handmade

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NerdECrafter Salt-tea (fan Art)

Gifts

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Cosmic Aria [F2U]

Background

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Fall Oberon [Sold]

Sold

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Lone Charizard [WIP PTS]

Practice

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Literature

Te Dralyc Kar 6 [Star Wars Fanfic]

In his secure base on Rorak 4 the red Nikto lounged inside his luxury apartment. The new shipment was already being processed and he could already envision the wealth of credits he’d be swimming in once the sale went through. Sipping at the alcoholic beverage in his hand he leered over the datapad at some of the merchandise. Opening a channel he called down to the guards and ordered them to bring him a specific product from the new shipment. A thrill of anticipation ran through him as he waited. And waited. And waited. Calling down again he cursed at the guards and demanded to know what was taking so long. But there was no response, only static. An explosion rocked the very foundation of his base and K’tharsin cursed vehemently as he flicked through different channels, trying to contact any of his guards. No one was responding. Behind him the door to his expensive apartment blew off its hinges and he scrambled toward the panic room he’d had built into the place since day one. From

FanFiction

29 deviations
Eye Practice

Scraps

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