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snuggle your buddy on a cold night to keep him warm👍👍

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Bothering the beast

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Fantastic art

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Falling Through Dreams.

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Mighty Girls twitter stuff

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has this one been done yet

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Mini series of tigers inspired by candy flavors ❤️💙💚💜

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random doodles <3

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i had to pay the $1800 to get our electric turned back on after it was shut off and that leaves me with absolutely nothing saved in order to put downpayment on our house. i am working all hours available and trying to make as much money as possible. i'm selling services in return for help making the downpayment and everything. i appreciate anything at all. our gofundme is here and even though its above the goal i had to use the money to pay electric and all that. i have less than 30 days to make this amount before i have to pack up and find somewhere else to go leaving us with literally nothing. our cashapp and venmo are also unclefather

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When she woke up she was sure she was a she, if nothing else.  Not through the time worn rags she wore or the jewellery that rattled loosely on her bones but something inherently certain, in whatever a skeleton could have for a mind. She had woken from the stone floor covered in moss and loose stone and could see stars and night through the walls of what once must have been a magnificent castle.   she recognised none of it.   She knew she was a she and also, that she was not under the control of the being that stood before an army of those like herself, skeletons wearing fine but rotting clothes, a being dressed ominously in dark robes with great sparks erupting from their hands.   Way to live up to the cliche buddy. The third thing she realised, was that she was hilarious. It was odd to watch the others fall into quick and accurate lineups, the same sparks rolling around their eye sockets, waiting for orders.  She did not wait around to be noticed as an aberration. She snuck away, as quietly as a skeleton can, and took some armour and clothes from one poor, or perhaps lucky, wretch whose body was too broken to be reanimated. She only took a moment before a mirror to notice that she had once been a tiefling, horns broken and tail missing a few notches of column (though it swung and twitched to her satisfaction). Only a moment and a sly hand to take the handle of a sword that called to her amongst others in the armoury that she had found.  A fourth thing she noted as she snuck away from the rallying cries of an army of undead. That this sword, gold of hilt but somehow green of blade, felt very right in her hands.  Like it was made for her. a dnd character i’m working on. She’ll eventually get the name Reina and she chooses the path of the rogue i think. She has no idea of anything, or even why she was able to resist the lich’s call. (this may end up being a story rather than a dnd character cause gosh i have plans for her).

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man with big titties knocking over his 5 in 1 shower gel loud as fuck

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There really is no feeling quite like discovering a new song that fits your blorbo to a T. Best I can do to convey it is something like

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Star Shower ⭐✨ 🌟

It's finally raining in California! Time to draw all the rain 🌧️ ☔

HD images and video process are found on my Patreon