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Interview Kristhania model In DA

Jul 18, 2017

Interview of ~Kristhania (https://www.deviantart.com/kristhania) Kristhania (https://www.deviantart.com/kristhania) model here in DA and her stock is here Where do you currently live? I’ve recently moved to Germany How long have you been modeling? I have been involved into alternative modeling for about 6 years. I’ve done several modeling works related to gothic, vampire, medieval, fantasy, steampunk and pin-up styles in Germany, the UK and Venezuela. What kind of work have you done? I’ve been in photo shoots, videos and fashion shows. My pictures have appeared in different publications: websites, book covers (Las 12 Discípulas del Mal by Jorge Córdova), and magazines (Kult&

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It seems paradoxal but no!

Jul 14, 2017

בס'ד "כל שנעשה רחמן על האכזרים, לסוף נעשה אכזר על רחמנים" "All that has become merciful to the cruel, to the end becomes cruel to the merciful" :sun::sun::sun:Explanation in Hebrew:sun::sun::sun: Hebrew version of How could it be that the mercy would make a person cruel? After all, as is well known, "after the actions the hearts are drawn" (appears many times in the book of education)

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Angel's Recovery: A Night Out

--11-- A night out As soon as the gangway connected the Sangue-Padre with the port of Garon, the majority of the crew went to explore the town. The ship was actually quiet when Angel walked onto the deck. “Are you ready?” Angel asked Aisuru. She had on a pair of leggings, her leather black boots, a loose black shirt tucked in, and a crimson lace vest with black ribbons. She strapped justice and vengeance to each thigh and decided to wear her hair loose and brushed the overly long wavy strands until they shined. Angel stood their excited and waited for Aisuru to answer. He took a deep breath and turned to face her. ”I am

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NotM: An Angel's Pledge

The sound of the waves crash upon the sand, As Maggie see's shinies upon the land, A thin misty fog is in the air, Making the young Captain unaware, So lost in her collection, She doesn't see, An angel standing in front of her, with black tipped crimson wings, As Maggie walks forward Her eyes begin to clear No more shines are seen But a woman instead Who are you? Why are you in my dream? What sort of magic trick Has brought you here to me? Soft black eyes shine with delight Seeing her dear friend in her daughters eyes Bending down gracefully upon her knee She lowers her head respectfully, I have made this pledge once before To sail

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When Man is God

I’ll never forget the feeling of the night’s gentle breeze as it ran over me like the soothing touch of a mothers running fingers through my crusted hair. Off in some great distance was the source of that breeze, drifting out from beneath a thunderhead whose top was the snowy mountain on a sunny day, and whose bottom was like a Tesla light show complete with waterworks. “The wrath of God can be a beautiful thing, Joey, ma boy!” said Lenard, “It’s something that man can fear and admire all at once.” He was right. He had caught me marveling at this broad portrait of nature before I did. I turned round

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It seems paradoxal but no! by Lior-Art, journal

It seems paradoxal but no!

Jul 14, 2017

Heat by Diluculi, literature

Literature

Heat

Suddenly, she was there. He had no idea where she came from or how she got there. But from one moment to the next, she was standing in the garden. The late evening sun shone through her red and blonde hair as if it was on fire. Of course he had tried the obvious and ask her, but she had just smiled at him. Maybe she was mute. So they both had been standing in the garden and for a reason he could not really explain, he was glad that she was there. It was something about the way she could smile. It gave him a feeling of ... comfort was not the right word. Reunion maybe? When she had smiled at him, it was as if something returned. Something he w

On The Edge Of War by Diluculi, literature

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On The Edge Of War

Cast: Lord Finnegan: A conspirator and a patriot Lord Leander: The king's confidant, friend of Martin, and a patriot Damion: Leander's trusted servant. Martin: A former servant of the court and friend of Leander. Got banished by the king after the discussion about an provocative statement escalated. The King: The current ruler of this kingdom, who expelled the servant Martin under penalty of death for endangering public peace. Ann-Sophie: A worried maid Scene 1 (A shabby, wooden hut with poor interior. The floor is just tramped down clay, and wind howls through the cracks between

The Windrider - Pt. 3 by Diluculi, literature

Literature

The Windrider - Pt. 3

In the infirmary, Angel looked down at the person they found and sighed. "Who are you?" She whispered and turned to Frederic. "I will stay here if you don't mind." The doctor nodded and she sat down in the chair next to the bed and looked at the sleeping stranger. "No one should be alone." She said softly, more to herself than to him. The man had a very calm sleep, but that could be because of the doctor. There was no wound to be seen on him. Though his hair was a wet mess now, the well trimmed beard revealed that he cared for his looks. Most sailors just cut their beards when they started to become a hindrance. Normally, there were other thi

The Windrider - Pt. 2 by Diluculi, literature

Literature

The Windrider - Pt. 2

Soon the small row boats departed from the Sangue-Padre. The rain hadn't stopped yet. It was one of those persistent drizzles which could stay around long enough to unnerve every non-aquatic creature. Occasionally, the puddles forming in the dinghies were skimmed. One of the search parties had decided that calling out for possible men afloat. But so far, the only voices which could be heard were those of the other pirates. The dark silhouette of the wreck emerged from the grey and as the Sangue-Padre slowly drew closer, more details could be recognized. The captain did not know a lot about ships, but the built of the one before them struck e

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