keymintt's Literatures


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keymintt
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15 days, 21 hours ago
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the "b" in bf stands for "bee"

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keymintt
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1 month, 7 days ago
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she's a handful

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keymintt
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3 months, 21 days ago
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hands, and the years that shape them

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keymintt
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9 months, 29 days ago
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the self-sufficient creature discovers desire

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keymintt
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11 months, 24 days ago
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sleepless evenings and old mistakes

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keymintt
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1 year, 5 months ago
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a short comic inspired by a passage from Riley Black's book, Skeleton Keys: The Secret Life of Bone

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keymintt
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2 years, 10 months ago
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A 2-page comic of sibling musings.

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keymintt
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3 years, 21 days ago
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murder, kinda extreme body horror, blood


Things go very badly for some cops that try to confront Leon in a church.

(not canon, this was for a class assignment and i inserted my ocs into it)

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keymintt
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3 years, 2 months ago
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self harm for ritual purposes, lots of blood (no gore)


A first dive into forbidden magic.

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keymintt
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3 years, 3 months ago
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Serena visits Pyrithaea and Vance's apartment for the first time.

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keymintt
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3 years, 6 months ago
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“Wait you’re not supposed to eat the bay leaves?”

Skylar loved Vance, but if he proved another thing time and time again, it was that he was—and likely always would be—an idiot. Full of love and affection, thoughtful in most ways, and very charming, but an idiot.

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keymintt
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4 years, 1 month ago
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She knew the stars were actually orbs of plasma so far away and untouchable the night sky glowed with light born before life on this planet. She knew so much, yet he sky held her attention like nothing else. Eternal and shifting ever so slowly, so patiently. An axis around which her erratic mind and hasty body spun.

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keymintt
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4 years, 7 months ago
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It was no tug from the tides, but from her own curiosity that drew her down the sandy wooden stairs to the beach. She paused on the first platform to look up from where she was planting her feet and saw the sea before her, crashing and empty. A figure standing in the damp sand interrupted her preoccupation.