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nostalgic for Spirited Away
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Now I remember your name!
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you ever think about how long hair is technically zuko’s default
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i learned the hard way drawing this that NO, my shoulder is NOT healed yet
toph expands her vocabulary
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Another piece for the atla color wheel. Check out the full wheel here
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atla fandom here's my observation about alter egos
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painting zuko during my break again
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Another ghibli style
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You know how Degas did studies of ballerinas? This is… kind of like that!
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bro is the thinkerrrrrrrrrrr
i like to think that he always does this when hes actually thinking deeply abt something complicated (first panel being him first discovering nen and how it works vs the second @ the bar with illumi thinking abt the insanely gigantic infodump illumi just threw at him)
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Addison and Claire said the words “Hisoka with with star and teardrop nipple pasties” and I was powerless to resist. This was going to be a silly fast doodle, but I failed to cut it off at any reasonable point…and now it’s 3 am and I have work in the morning, but this garish monstrosity is complete.
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A Daughter of Eve
by Christina Rossetti
A fool I was to sleep at noon, And wake when night is chilly Beneath the comfortless cold moon; A fool to pluck my rose too soon, A fool to snap my lily. My garden-plot I have not kept; Faded and all-forsaken, I weep as I have never wept: Oh it was summer when I slept, It’s winter now I waken. Talk what you please of future spring And sun-warm’d sweet to-morrow: — Stripp’d bare of hope and everything, No more to laugh, no more to sing, I sit alone with sorrow.
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oh, you know how it is.
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The Phantom Troupe by Gabriel Picolo
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