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This is my story Celestial Guardians about a guild of hero’s gifted with powers of animal constellations whether fan of shounen or shojo this is the perfect combination of the two! Please give it a read I’d really appreciate it!

Here is a snippet from my series: https://tapas.io/series/The-Vermilion-Lady

In her first life, she dreaded walking down to breakfast. The sharp stares of the other maids, encouraged by their Countess would always make her refrain from eating as much as she would like. It was only now that she realised that she was being starved purposely in her first life. There was no room for simple minded pettiness, as far as Cecilia was concerned.

Anyone who was going to get in her way would pay.

The halls of the estate sometimes felt like she was navigating through a labyrinth. Endless corridors and galleries had confused her so often as a child.

Finally, she came up to the main doors into the dining room. The mahogany double doors were engraved with an ivy pattern. The doors were opened by the pair of butlers.

The room she had once feared sparkled in the sunlight. Shades of deep green wallpaper mingled with the dark mahogany that decorated the room.

Nice! Here's a lil something from the recent art episode. Kiiiinda a swimsuit special

"Here you are making me cry more, and we need to leave." Micah spoke while raising his hands to his eyes and forcing a quick and vigorous blink.

"Sunshine, I'm glad your our third as well." Pyrite sank his head into the crease between his shoulder and neck. Little kisses were given until Dusk shivered.

Rewriting His Past

Dusk grew up dodging his siblings and dreaming of the life he could have without the Black family. The first step to achieving that, getting into Lapidary University; the most renowned school in the world! His second step was disavowing his family. Dusk pledges to work harder for his future plans, and it all starts off smoothly—until he meets his assigned Senior Guides.

With two of the most popular guys on campus popping up wherever he goes. Dusk finds himself dodging fanboys, (and girls!) fighting off assassins, and most importantly he finds himself starting to consider the pair's daily confessions! With his past, how could he believe in love, in them? Still, they won't give up, and maybe, just maybe Dusk, could find himself Rewriting His Past, for the shake of his future happiness?

I love the panel before the impact

Latest episode was quite a while ago, so probably ought to give this a pass for that reason. And the latest unpublished one is still very much unfinished. (sigh)

Can we post again after we update? Well, better to ask for forgiveness than permission, I suppose!

“The first thing you have to do is learn how to feel myortva, and—well, no, that’s really. Okay, so what you have to do first is like… So you know how you just feel things in your body all the time?”
He looked at me blankly.
“Or maybe you don’t even notice you’re feeling them cause they’re always just there, so you learn to tune them out.”
“You mean… the physical sensations of my body.”
“Yes, exactly. Just stop having those.”
“Oh.”
“It’s kind of counterintuitive because you have to really feel them before you can stop feeling them.”
“Okay.” He looked down at his hands.
“You feel it?”
“Do I feel my hands? Yes.”
“Do you, though? The air on them, the blood moving through them? When you really focus on it, you can feel them tingle.”
He squeezed his eyes shut.
“You don’t have to close your eyes, but sure. Whatever works for you.”

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New episode of "Signs Point to Bobbie" is out! This week, we learn what motivates Bobbie to get out of bed. 🤭

Check it out if you'd like a slice of life with a deaf MC! https://m.tapas.io/episode/29512311

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"Do you want to talk about your dream?"

"My nightmare. Yeah... yeah I can."

Milo told him about how he was in a small, dark room with no escape. How a pair of red eyes and a disembodied voice kept telling him he needed to leave, he needed to go... somewhere. How if he didn't start running, he would never be able to help those being hurt. How he tried to find a way out of the dark room but kept running into glass walls, the red eyes getting closer and closer, the voice louder and louder. How he was letting everyone down by staying in that room, killing innocents one by one.

"Stars, Milo... These dreams happen often?"

"Those, and worse".

This is such a fun idea !

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Continue the story here https://tapas.io/series/Tim-and-Bash/1

Hello!! Here's my work, Chasing Grief. It's a story in poetry form. It's about a woman who lost her love and is trying to navigate her feelings of loss, grief, and despair by going through life, death, and in between for answers to all her questions. Maybe in the end, too, she gets to reconcile with her hear :)) It's full of imagery, emotions, and feelings. I hope you look into it and give it some love!! <3 This is the last chapter for the third part btw, and the fourth (and last part) will come out soon!!

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"Open your eyes, I say, til we meet again
Awaken on land, in the fields of flower where you lay
Where the winds once blew, where it all began
And where you once swore with him to stay"

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"I..I apologize for lack of understanding but if he can use the natural mana then that makes him capable of using the entirety of it. With a never ending supply of mana he should've been all powerful but he's not. What's restricting him?"

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Barely dodged it! XD

from Over The Limit, Part 2

Here's a snippet from Boss Hog, Chapter 9

Chapter 9 - AWL Episode 824:
The latest episode of the AWL is underway! What will the Vile Snouts get into next? How will Midas respond to the ongoing assaults? Can anyone stop the might of the Vile Snouts?!

He bit through his thread and, as he tied it off, said, “She’s just an old curmudgeon. Doesn’t like volshebniks, doesn’t like having a volshebnik here, definitely doesn’t like you trying to make me a volshebnik. Also, she thinks you’re a bad worker. So, no, she’s never going to like you.”

I pulled the needle too hard and ripped the fabric again. I banged my fist on the table.

“This really bothers you, huh?” He smirked harder than normal.

“I’m used to people not liking me.”

“Hey.” He shifted and covered my hand with his. “I like you.” Then he laughed uproariously.

When he took his hand away, the back of mine burned, and my breathing hitched.

This wasn’t surprising. In retrospect, maybe I should have been concerned. Maybe I should have wondered if the real reason I was doing any of this was because I had a crush on a boy who held a knife to my throat.

Iyu Aksanevich is a bastard—literally, and, some would say, figuratively—but his father’s royal blood means he can use magic, which no commoner can. At least, that’s what he believes until he’s kidnapped during a peasant rebellion. His captors force him to confront some difficult questions: is magic really tied to bloodlines, or is there a different, more sinister reason that some people in this world are magic and others aren’t?

I got a new latest episode now, so...
Here's a new snippet!!

English:

New episode of "Signs Point to Bobbie"! Bobbie and R.J. show off their drawing skills today ‍

Check it out if you'd like a slice of life comic with a deaf MC! https://m.tapas.io/episode/2961058

The classroom was quiet, except for the soft tap-tap of raindrops against the windowpane. I sat at my desk, staring at the blank pages of my journal. My name is Aoi, and I'm just an ordinary girl living an ordinary life—or at least, that's what I tell myself.

I sighed, the pen in my hand feeling heavy as I finally put it on the paper. "Dear Journal," I began, my writing shaky. "Today was... just another day."

I glanced around the room, taking in the familiar faces of my friends. Emi was hunched over her notebook, sketching away as usual. I envied how she could lose herself in her art, creating beauty from nothing.

Then there was Kaoru, a whirlwind of energy and laughter. She leaned over to whisper something to the girl next to her, her vibrant red hair a stark contrast to the gray day outside. Kaoru had this way of making even the dullest days feel exciting.

But my thoughts always seemed to circle back to Hiroki—Kaoru's older brother and the person who had once been a source of light in our lives. His image was etched in my mind, from his tousled sandy-brown hair to his warm hazel eyes. I cherished a secret affection for him that I'd kept hidden since childhood, known only to me and the pages of my journal.

With a sigh, I closed my journal and let my mind wander to a memory. It was a memory of us by the riverbank, our feet splashing in the water as we laughed. The sun had painted everything in golden hues, and for that moment, everything felt perfect.

But perfection is fragile. I remembered that rainy evening when everything changed. Hiroki and I had gone to the riverbank despite the rain, finding joy in each other's company. And then, in an instant, it all went wrong.

Here's the latest page from my manga The Roulette and The Eagle!

It focuses around psychology, power, politics, action and crime with some lighthearted moments, especially in the beginning. We've been working on the story for over 9 months, so I'd be happy if you checked it out! The updates are currently a bit slow, unfortunately, but I'm working on improving my pace

"Her words tear deep into my foundation, ripping every single brick one by one. Until I'm left alone in the cold rain. This woman from long long ago, just decided what I'm supposed to do? And caused so much harm to my family, to my freinds, to Luna? And now I'm just to accept this? This reality before me?

"No..." I whisper, lowering my head down, "I don't want to be a part of this prophecy. I don't want to. Please, find someone else."

Silence fills the room, stiffening just the candles burning low their smoke hovering overhead. A long-fingered gnarled hand reaches over across the table, palms up. Wrinkled over years and years of hard work, torn and bruised and dyed in black here and there. I glance up to Lady Shaman whose voice is warm but her eyes stoic, "You do not have a choice in this."

I stand up, furious clenching my fists to my sides, "Why not! What proof do you have that I'm the Eleventh chosen!?" I take a step back, "I... I am a normal girl! I go to school, I eat pancakes with my dad and mom! I have sleepovers with freinds... I am not some warrior, or some wizard, healer, or whatever it is you want. Just... take me home!" " -Chapter Thirteen part 3, Episode 33

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Lockwren blinked. This felt too easy, too obvious. But she had come too far to question her new queens’ motives. Lockwren took Queen Mabh’s hand.

Instantly, she was blinded by a sharp, icy pain that shot up her arm and into her very soul. The beautiful one in front of her was now a dark, twisted figure with glowing blue eyes, tendrils of dark power rushing around her, up Lockwrens arm, into her eyes.

Then, the pain subsided into something dark, sweet, something that felt forbidden.

Magic.

A baby dragon is working with the firefighters??

Go checkout the latest issue of Tim and Bash!

Quick Summary: After Grace and her brother Gabe were born, King Damien died and his wife, Queen Vanessa, took control of the land. The rules were simple: anyone with magic would be brought to her, and they were never seen again, erased. Too bad Grace and her brothers have magical powers. Can the Myers kids find a weak spot in the queen’s plot and defeat her once and for all?

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