A collection of gift art me and the rest of the LKL crew got over the years
The journal will be updated with every new art :3
Ok I didn't update it for quite soime time! I should really not wait so much next time xD Anyway - giftart masterpost!
A great story by *PHarold
- Iisjah and her Martin meeting and exchanging their views on love, life and other stuff
"Here you are." The mustached visage grew hazy behind the veil of smoke the merchant blew forth from his slim holder.
Iisjah reached across the rickety table, mindful of the splinters. His one good eye, green as sea glass, narrowed suspiciously as he weighed the bag in his hand. He shook his head; surely this man cannot be thinking about conning him? His white fangs gleamed as he smiled wickedly.
"The deal," he drawled as he leaned forward on his elbows, "was five hundred before and seven hundred after. Not five. Or, I can add another three hundred on to make up for the nasty bite from your brother's guard dog and another for the tailor bi
Sexy San-san from *Nephyla
A big post from *Smoludozerka
Rej is being a good cat and nomming everything - Iisjah too (Iisjah is one of his fav chew toys 8D )
Some days you just cvan't get get rid off a body
First Iisjah-Blady drawing as an official couple :3
And a great sketchdump of those two together
And some other sketchdumps full of adorable Blady and Iisjah pieces <3
Beautiful and badass looking Isaura
And some more gernderbend! Blady teaching Iisjah some dance moves :3
Next - a wonderfully warm and adorable scene with Iisjah and his kids - gives me absolutely fuzzy feelings inside <3
A really tender Blady-Iisjah moment
Only in polish but a really fun story where Iisjah looses his big toe to a bridge troll
Little Muddle making sure *Malinav
s Nadia won't get into any trouble
Speeking of *Malinav
a little beard appreciation page with Iisjahs cameo
done a georgeous Aidanna floating about (probably wanting to bring fiery death upon her enemies but I digress xD )
Sexy badass Louis from ~Eninaj27
Blady, Iisjah and Muddle plannign something dastardly in pigeon cote by ~Quarval
Suave elegant Sanet from ~effulgent-smile
Iisjah knows how to cookie partaaaaay! by ~doodlepad
Iisjah chilling with Peanut and Muddle in Bladys kitchen jsut being happy that he has some tea time by ~JustCallMeMental
Flirtacious Blady and Iisjah by ~YanYu
Iisjah all handomed (it's the tea! ) by ~yuzero
Rats and Tea" The road's blocked,friend." The frustrated driver of the wagon jerked his thumb back over his shoulder. "Unless you can scale the tree in the road, you'll have to find another way. Bloody nuisance. That puts us behind by two hours!"
"Thank you. I'll see if I can get around." Martin waved to the driver and continued up the road. Along the wayside, he noticed branches littering the ground as though there had been a massive windfall. He frowned; it had been windy last night, but certainly not enough to cause this much debris. Soon he encountered the road block the driver had mentioned. Twin trees, looking like they had broken at the roots had
Tour's End Pt.2
Later that afternoon, Matt and Avi returned to the hotel. They had been informed of Maria's story, but no one had yet heard from Reg. One of the conference rooms had been made available to them. The show had been canceled, the rest of the tour was up in the air.
The television in the room was turned to a news channel. The subtitles were on, but they were bad. Avi didn't need them anyway. Languages were a passion and Dutch had been a part of his studies. The weather was going to be fine, the concert was canceled for reasons yet undisclosed and a lot of other insignificant local news. Nothing very important. And what was important was somethin
Reg's Bad Day Pt.3
Reg woke a few hours later with his face pressed into a dark brown leather coat that smelled of Ivory soap. The IV was detached and empty. He felt the wrinkles ironed into his cheek and rubbed at them. They'd go away in time for the show. At least he thought they would. What time was it, anyway? He reached for his phone, remembering that he needed to check for messages from Lisa.
He patted the pocket where he always kept it. Gone. What? Oh right. It was broken. Slowly, the events of the morning unwound in his memory. He sat there and wanted to sink deeper and deeper into the couch, which was not as comfortable as it had been when he wa
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