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Thinking about how Leo has like literally all his life had to play the cards he was dealt. He only starts rising through the ranks due to a chance encounter with Rytlock who saw something interesting enough in him to take notice and start favoring him directly. He only joins the pact because Bangar placed him there for the ulterior motive of having a Tribune who wasn't a loose canon in a growing order, receiving their intel whole keeping an eye on them. He is Chosen by Aurene to be her champion, he is given a more prominent position as a reliable person because the commander faked her death and they looked to him to fill in the void even if he didn't want to, he was the obvious second choice. When I start thinking about how quieter moments It becomes more obvious why hes so uncertain, hesitant, or defensive about things in regards to stuff like raising Aurene, being in a relationship, or otherwise existing outside of the context he was put in. Sieran's death fucked him up severely Because he was given/made the choice to join the priory, he took that path all on his own and it ended with someone so new to life and the world dying.
He's such a cog in the war machine that can't stop turning and doesn't know how to do anything but turn but daydreams about a fantasy where he has a normal life and hopes desperately if he tries hard enough and if he plays these cards well enough he can force the wheel to turn the way he wants it to. It's quite literally the only option that exists in his mind, but it also kinda explains why he clings so hard for his love of necromancy and spirit communication because those are the other smaller parts of his life he chose for himself and actively does for the enjoyment of it.
#i was reading one of rom's fics again and I really liked the lines about how connie also struggled with finding a sense of self outside of#being the commander after a certain point and not knowing how to act when a threat wasn't going on and she wasnt âneededâ#for leo that has just been his entire life#he doesn't even realize it himself i dont think theres no leaving theres only making the best of what hes given and doing it#this guy only knows how to spin a wheel and look at other peoples spinning wheels and try his best to help them turn as well#this doesnt make sense bc its 3am#but yes this can also explain his like deep down reasoning for not leaving rytlock bc thats another choice he made for himself#re: them being together#if hes aurene's champion and he was destined to fufill all of these things it stands to reason that he truly is the favorite stringed puppet#by destiny itself#something something even paradise is a prison when you cannot leave#There are things about leo that are so deeply him while knowing that he is sooo trapped#but thats fun he has always been like#a sort of tragic character 2 me just not in ways that may be obvious#he is like a gentle rain#i love the duality of like knowing he was perfect for these things while also knowing he is simply being picked up and placed everywhere#anyway its 3am#leo lore#javi gw2
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Happy halloween!!!đđŠ
#pawu.art#animator vs animation#animation vs minecraft#ava fanart#ava the second coming#ava tsc#ava red#ava yellow#ava blue#ava green#color gang#ava color gang#avm color gang#IF THERE R ANY MISTAKES PLS IGNORE THEM... i had to wrap this up before it got too late+ its 3am and i wanna go to sleep JSFJHSED#ANYWAYS#I HOPE EVERYONE HAD A GREAT HALLOWEEN!!!!
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bro is perpendicular
#little ball of energy today#literally RAN out the door and wouldnt come out from her hiding spot#for 30 minutes#me n my sister were out there in the Cold. the Snow.#anyway its 3am#doodles#sbeve.txt
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black mask joker comm :D
#me when red flat colour pop#its 3am idk#anyways this one was super fun#commission#persona 5#joker#ren amamiya#my art#fanart
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binding vow
#my art#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#megumi fushiguro#fushiguro megumi#megumi#fanart#jjk fanart#done....collapses#up until 3am last night n sitting fr another 8 hours today to finish....#g o d#the things i do fr him.....#let it no longer b said that i only do elaborate paintings rife with symbolism tht feature gojo. megu my one true muse#as is Correct and Just#real talk tho i was just sketching th things i wanted to include without giving much thought to the Themes#w the exception being the spider lilies lmao I Know What Those Mean#but i ended up with a REALLY good life/death/marriage/loyalty thing going on????#w the lotus/spider lily being purity+rebirth/death#((not 2 mention 'far from the one he loves' like HELLO?????))#also w the temari balls being associated w femininity but having him dressed in groom's attire#like???? 90% unplanned but i ended up both cooking And eating#also happy 2 report that betta fish were kinder 2 me than the koi were :) no trouble from these lil guys#in fact everything abt this piece kind of came easily beyond the initial colour swatch??#thank u fr being an easy subject megu ilysm im sorry abt all the death imagery i dont mean it pls focus instead on th Life imagery :((((#i put a ring on it so u gotta wake up.....cant leave yuuji @ th altar ....#SPEAKING OF THE RING IK ITS ON THE RIGHT HAND we've been over this and its Okay#if i read a single comment .........#sorry 2 that one person who was like 'the next binding vow better be at itfs' wedding' ik this probably wasnt what u meant#but it did inspire me smile :)#anyway i need 2 stop looking at this its been over 24 hours
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circular narratives, passing the gauntlet, and boy kings // inspired by @mnyd 's tags on @drivestraight 's post
#ngl guys i lost the plot halfway through but cba to course correct its 3am#like that lewis quote at the end prob shouldn't be there but whatever!!!#anyways. learnt many insane things abt these three's careers#like for his first win max youngest driver fought kimi oldest driver#also didn't know lewis was was and prob still is the youngest driver to sign a developmental contract#uhhh tags okay lets see#web weaving#f1 web weaving#max verstappen#lewis hamilton#oscar piastri#mv33#lh44#op81#f1 web weave#f1#considered adding my sources. wanted to sleep. and therefore did not apologies#there is an odd obsession with youth running through this.#t#made by t#art#not my best but we live
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youâre seven years old and barefoot on the beach of yaoguang shoal with sand between your toes and salt-brushed wind in your hair when ningguang makes her first and only promise to you.
âwhen we grow up, iâll marry you.â
the words are big, heavy on her childâs tongue but she speaks them with conviction nonetheless. her hands are laced with yours, your small fingers slotting perfectly with one another. the sunset makes her eyes glow like how you imagine the amber does at jueyun karst. youâre too young, too childish to really understand the weight of her vowâbut you nod with a smile, squeezing her hands tighter.
âiâll wait for you,â you say, hoping she can hear the sincerity in your voice. itâs a foolish hope, because you know that ningguang knows you better than you even know yourself. she returns your smile with one of her own, her hand never leaving yours as you walk back to your village, the sunset at your backs. the light paints ningguang in gold, and you canât help but think at seven years old that this is how things should beâhand in hand with the girl you know you love before you even knew the meaning of the word, barefoot together in the sand.
youâre seven years old when you learn how things should be, but youâre fifteen years old when you learn how things are.
ningguang leaves for the city. she tells you before she goes, of course, holds you close as you weep selfishly into her shoulder. her hands are gentle as she sifts them through your hair, along your scalp and down the nape of your neck before wrapping around your slim, hunger-carved shoulders. i have to go, sheâd said, or else how will i afford our wedding? and youâd wanted to tell her that it didnât matter at all what kind of wedding you had, as long as she stayed with youâthat all the riches in the world are worthless without her. but for as much as she knows you, you know her, and you know that ningguang is not to be deterred once she sets her mind on something, so you send her off with a delicately packed mora meat and a prayer in your heart that sheâll come back soon.
youâre fifteen years old when you learn how things are, and youâre twenty-one years old when you learn how things will be.
itâs been six years since ningguang left. even in the backwater village you call home, tales of ningguangâs exploits reach your ears. how she runs circles around liyueâs businessmen and businesswomen, how she effortlessly finds her place amidst liyueâs social elite, how sheâs rising, rising, rising like an unstoppable eclipsing star. she keeps writing to you, always keeping you updated on her progress, and you always write back, filling your letters with the mundanity of your day-to-day lifeâabout the way the glaze lillies have been blooming, or about the way everyone around you says youâd make a fine wife.
my parents are getting restless, you confess in one letter. iâm getting older, and they think i should get married soon.
the reply that returns the next week is simple, but succint. i havenât forgotten. wait for me, please. and you know she hasnât, which is why it kills you when your new husband forbids you from ever writing to her again. you weep yourself to sleep on your side of the bed for the next week following your wedding night. the distress of wonderingâif ningguang is worried, if sheâs upset, or worse, if sheâs hurt by youâdrives you near insane to the point you worry yourself sick. your husband only tells you to stop holding on to naive childhood promises and perform your duties as a wife. it is the only thing you are good for, now.
youâre twenty-one years old when you learn how things will be, but youâre twenty-nine when you learn that things can change.
in the years you have been married, your husband has grownânot in character, but in wealth. he is rich enough, now, to take you and himself from your village and to the big city to further his business. a small spark flickers to life in your chest that you might see her again, but it fizzles out when your husband makes it clear that you are just to stay at home. you donât have to worry your pretty little head about anything other than the house, heâd said. iâll give you everything you need. and you know better than to argue with him, so you resign yourself to staying at home, spending your days gazing up at that palace in the sky and wondering if its lady even remembers youâor if she, like you, has decided to let go of naive childhood promises. after all, she has the world now, can see it from the edges of her floating sanctuary. what need has she of the memory of being barefoot in the sand at seven years old?
(selfishly, you pray she hasnât forgotten, even if she has no need for remembrance. you pray she chooses to remember.)
change comes when a woman in a white fur jacket and the prettiest emerald eyes youâve ever seen breaks into your house. itâs certainly a very unorthodox meeting, and you come dangerously close to throwing the knife you were using to finely dice some cabbage at her. the woman only laughs, nimbly prying it from your hands and setting it on the counter. before you can even ask her what in rex lapisâs name sheâs doing in your house, she says the words that make your blood run cold.
the tianquan wants to see you.
ningguang wants to see you.
the woman promptly leaves after delivering her message and additionally telling you not to breath a word of it to your husband, leaving you standing in your kitchen reeling from the shock. the mora meat you were working on putting together is forgotten as you swallow your nerves and take the chance youâve waited nine years for. youâre nearly sick with it by the time youâve ascended to the jade chamber in all of its opulence, feeling like you stick out like a sore thumb.
but the moment you see ningguang again, everything else fades to white noise. archons, sheâs as beautiful as the day you last saw her. she was lovely dressed in commonerâs clothes, and she is just as lovely dressed in finery no doubt worth more than a yearâs worth of your rent. she will never be anything other than lovely in your eyes.
âitâs been a while,â she says softly, the first to break the silence. you nearly cry at finally hearing her voice again. instead, you stifle it with a wet chuckle.
âonly took fourteen years.â
ningguang manages a small laugh, lips curving upward in a smile you knowâyou rememberâis reserved only for you. she offers you a seat by her desk, and two secretaries file in to place a tea set down by both of you, before disappearing as quickly as they came. and then ningguang is telling you about the real reason she asked to see you; your husband, as you are quite unsurprised, is involved with some sort of fraud, and the prosecutionâthe tianquanâs officeâneeds a witness. namely, you. after all, who better than the wife of the man himself? you try not to let your disappointment show, though, and you bite your tongue to stop yourself from asking her if she remembersâor worse, if she missed you. your conversation with her is pure business, and when you descend from the chamber later, itâs only with the taste of sweet tea on your tongue and half your heart; the other half you seem to have left with her, up in the clouds.
your husband, to his displeasure and rage, finds himself in millelith custody the very next day. and the very next week, you, to your pleasure and joy, find yourself lacking a husband. the millelith who take him away politely point you to an office down the street ran by a pink-haired half-adeptus, who takes care of your divorce affairs with a cheery smile in less than four days. youâre both scared and impressedâis this just how people move in the big cityâŠ? you donât have time to dwell on the question, because unfortunately, without your husband you are also without your income, and without your income you are also without your house. which would be a very big problem; were it not for the fact that ningguang once again invites you to the jade chamber, but this time, to stay with her. you nearly decline because of the sheer insanity of the request, but the part of your heart there with her wins out. you relent, and now, you find yourself playing house with the tianquan of the liyue qixing.
itâs almost frightening, how quickly you fall back into old habits. ningguang, you find, hasnât changed much. she is still whip-smart, still as cunning as she is devious, but she is still just as kind as she was before. something in you aches viscerally when you see the way she speaks with the children, offering them candies and goodies as she goes. (things neither of you had the luxury in indulging as children.) you smile and tell her, you havenât changed at all. she only looks at you and returns it with, have you? the answer eluded you at the time, but thinking about it more, you would say that yes, i have. but the parts that loved you never did.
(you donât say this out loud, of course. itâs too early, and the chasm of years between you both yawns achingly large. but by the glint of her eyes, you think she knows. and if she didnât, the time and care she spent relearning you would have told her as well.)
since youâre not sure how long ningguang will let you stay, you decide to make the most of it. youâre almost thankful for the nine dull years you spent with your former husbandâsince at the very least, it taught you how to be a half decent wife. itâs all youâre good for now, after all. ningguangâs meals are cooked by you, and youâre the one who brings her tea in the afternoons and evenings. you talk with her over your cups like nothing ever happened, and you walk with her round the perimeter of the jade chamber as the sun sets, her hand close enough to hold. rumors dance in the wind like dandelions about the tianquanâs new companion; some call you an old friend, others, a lover. the answer is somehow both, yet neither. she is everything to you, and more.
(and you are everything to her and more. the infinte she has been searching for her whole life is right there in your eyes. it always has been.)
youâre twenty nine years old when you realise things can change, and youâre thirty years old when you remember how things should be.
ningguang takes a rare day off, and invites you on a little excursion to yaoguang shoal. itâs been a year since you started living with her. a year since youâve been freed from a man you never loved, and a year since youâve come to realise that itâs because youâre still in love with ningguangâand that perhaps, you never stopped. itâs not as difficult as an epiphany to come to terms with, but it does make your chest ache every time you look at her. especially now, in this place, where the waves carry salt-brushed wind and memories of a distant time. the sun hangs low in the sky, and ningguang is kicking off her heels, barefoot in the sand. all of a sudden youâre seven years old again, watching her watch the waves and wondering if her eyes glow the same like the amber at jueyun karst. you slip your own footwear off too, standing by her side in the sand, the water lapping at your ankles. she speaks first.
âi still remember,â she murmurs, and your heart catches in your throat. when she looks at you, itâs with all the bare innocence she looked at you with twenty-three years ago. âdo you?â
âof course,â you answer, without a beat of hesitation. âhow could i forget?â how could i forget you?
ningguang smiles. âthen you remember what i promised you here?â
âyes,â you breathe. âi remember.â
the woman before you exhales, the sound nearly drowned out by the sigh of the waves as they crash onto the shore. her geo vision glimmers, and a crystalline box manifests in her handsâher hands that tremble as they open it, revealing a simple golden band inside. âwill you forgive me for taking so long?â she whispers, and you clasp your hands over her own, steadying them. you rest your forehead against hers, caught halfway between a sob and a laugh.
âi would have waited for you forever, ningguang.â
she exhales again. catches her breath. âthen, will you let me fulfill my promise and marry me?â
you answer her with the only possible answer, catching her lips in a kiss twenty-three years in the making.
yes.
#sev.scribbles#ningguang#ningguang x reader#haha what is pacing#dont know her#anyway first ning piece go brr#also yea she might have pulled some strings to get ur mans into a jail cell#but he was a dick anyway so isallgood#anyway. cranked this out in like 3 hrs and it is now 3am so if its bad. well you know why
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the garden
#im so sorry if it looks weird or unifinshed.... i dony really like how it came out but its 3am and i just turned 16 three hours ago and im#too tierd to finish it rn but its slso the last thing I wanna do on my birthday. anyways tags#art#artists on tumblr#digital art#anridraws#yttd#yttd fanart#kimi ga shine#your turn to die#kanna kizuchi#shin tsukimi#sou hiyori#greenblings
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Did some fanart of the dance scene in @cherrifire desert duo anamatic
#i really hope you dont mind the tag#or the fanart#but ive seriously been such a fan of the anamatic since it first dropped#ive been wanting to draw the dance for so long now#jejwnwm#ANYWAYS IF YOU HAVENT SEEN THE ANAMATIC PLS GO WATCH ITS MY FAVORITE#ive already done a ramble on how much i love it#anyways its 3am so gn#desert duo#goodtimeswithscar#grian#3rd life#traffic smp#my art#also this was a fun excuse to draw cherri's excellent designs
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throwing foam bricks at you and we'll see who pays the bills then <3
#my art#I CAN EXPLAIN#no i cant#this is a product of me and eurus spirally so far into a joke that it doesnt make sense to anyone#i dont even remember what we where joking about#anyways#in stars and time#isat#isat siffrin#siffrin#isat isabeau#isabeau#isat mal du pays#mal du pays#isafrin#its 3am eurus i made this for YOU#are you proud of me#isat spoilers
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Recognition
#I worked on this for too long and now I can't really be satisfied with it but I can accept the fact that it is 3am and I should sleep#Okay time to ramble about monsterhaul. So obviously its something of an atypical form which means it isn't included in fan content too much#but when it is usually Nemoto's (for lack of a more eloquent term) fusion gets the spotlight which is fair and cool I love it too#However there is definitely something to be explored in the fact that Rikiya represents the violation of abstinence from err. contact#Which makes him interesting to be mushed together with the very literally and symbolically touch-averse character that is Chisaki.#And when placed before Kurono there's appeal in putting two characters normally so laden with inhibitions into a#situation where those are somewhat repealed by existing inherent filth and the dispositions of a third party.#Good concept. Anyways there's also the secondary factor I got caught up thinking about in this piece pertaining to#the escalation of Chisaki's severity in action and Hari's continued support in spite of the other's ever-decreasing resemblance to#the kid he met years ago as Chisaki abandons internal and external standards#In short I'm unwell#Going to ignore this for a while now so I don't scold myself for the anatomy#chronohaul#kurono hari#hari kurono#kai chisaki#chisaki kai#orb draws#mha#bnha#my hero academia
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ways they show each other love !
loads of rambles + clutter-less version below the cut
the yellow lines highlighting things is actually marking (almost) everywhere they touch since the primary theme of this piece is physical affection! the stars were just for fun
top left (kissing): pretty self explanatory! fun fact, it was the first thing i drew for this piece :)
top middle (hand on back): i was trying to sleep the other night and my brain suddenly went. drarry physical affection and that was the first thing i pictured! i kind of imagined this one as like... dracos stressed or something and harry just puts a nice comforting hand on his back
top right: the good ol pinkie hand hold,, link, ,think. yeah. no real thoughts behind this one. it fit the box and its cute
middle left (speech bubbles): one thing i see a lot (im pretty sure this is ((implied in)) canon as well, but dracos a big yapper! so its kinda showing here that harrys just listening to all hes got to say. probably my favourite one of the lot, i had fun rendering it. (looking at this post i too am a yapper)
middle (orange slices): theres this thing where you peel an orange for the people you love. you can look at it either way; draco providing food for harry, knowing his childhood food insecurity and always wanting to make sure he has something, or harry (whose love language is acts of service) giving something to draco, maybe after a long day
watermarked middle (draco constellation): just some fun symbolism i thought i might try to fit in
middle right (legs): in this theyre just chilling. dracos reading (the book didnt come across well ((i cant draw hands very well)).
right edge (flowers): these are narcissus flowers, also known as daffodils. a reference to narcissa malfoy, and also a reference i suppose to how she saved harry in the forest, because draco was alive, because harry saved him in the room of requirement
bottom left edge (flowers): these are lilies. partly to complete the circle of mothers saving sons saving the world, and partly because i wanted to fill space. (theyre fucking terrible to draw tho i do not recommend)
bottom left (hand in hair): well harrys hair is very luxurious as you can see and i imagine during cuddles draco cards his hand through it and teases out snarls and such. (i know hair pulling is something that can be seen as sexual, this isnt that and it isnt meant to be that and please dont see it as that :(
bottom watermark (stag): harrys patronus because why not
bottom middle: so this is a bit obscure but theres this post by @/iamnmbr3 that talks about a headcanon that they can share wands and its kind of special and intimate. so thats what ive depicted here. also for funsies harry has the draco constellation on his arm. not the big dipper. also i cant draw the dark mark for shit
bottom right (shoes): just a subtle way they can touch, not always big. just under the table or sitting on the sofa together, just to feel the other person there.
i knew i wanted a warm scheme and i knew i wanted orange and blue to play a big part in this. i was going to have warm colours on blue and cool colours on orange as a sort of contrast but that didnt end up working out.. the wand scene is an attempt at it except i mixed it up and made it cool on cool, its so washed out and i didnt bother to fix it
#this is my pride and joy#my art#drarry#drarry art#draco malfoy#harry potter#hp art#i will never make anything cooler than this /j#rendering this was so fun !#anyways i hope this gets more attention than that other doodle i did .. i worked hard on this one#im yapping too much its 3am time for me to eep. send post#made in csp#time taken: like 4 hours? idrk
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sorry for tormenting you nightmare its csuse i love u
he can be chilling out.. as a treat
#my art#nightmare sans#utmv#dreamtale#trans#<- csuse hes transgendar#blood cw#violence cw#smoking cw#also sorry for never drawing ur tentacles#this was supposed to be vent art but halfway thru it started being super silly to me so ill post it i like attention#very theraputic anyways#this is ok 2 rb btw. ik some ppl get iffy bout that but if it wasnt id just have rbs turned off#ok its like 3am and i have work tomorrow gn#also yeah tumblr fuckef the quality hard sorry
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hhappy pocky day 11/11!! here's some self-indulgence ft oreo man///
#mblue art#self insert#cross!sans#forgive the cursing but oh my god im so fucking gay for cross what is this doki doki bullshit (it is 3am)#'just a quick doodle' i said; hrs earlier#'hey lets try to color it more actually' - 'oh no its cute'#anyway bless references đ glad they exist#also unFAIR a pocky game AND a kabedon??? WOW this is what i get for giving him 2 boxes of choco and cookies and cream pocky??? smfh#its like he cranked up his rizz meter and went all in#ok im shutting up before the brain filter yeets outta my head#guys forgive my 3am sleep deprived brain it's running on simp fuel istg#@ that friend who encouraged me to draw the idea you know who u are (index pointing emoji)#pocky#CM
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doodles
#my art#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#itadori yuuji#fushiguro megumi#ryoumen sukuna#fanart#jjk fanart#yuuji#megumi#sukuna#not gonna tag gumi vocaloid but thats who that is . fr the uninitiated. the yowamushi mont blanc herself <3#tbh re: megu>gumi at this point i feel like i am screaming into the void . yelling at a wall etc etc#i know i will never change fandom opinion on the go-to nicknames#but just know that when yall call megumi 'gumi' . gumi vocaloid is all i think of . she doesnt go here >:(#using gumi fr megumi just leaves a weird taste in my mouth . n i know most of it is likely bc of the context i... normally see it used in.#but i digress. if i can convince even a single soul to adopt the megu agenda into their life i will count that a victory#anyway midway through the megu/gumi drawing i got hit with a wave of I Hate My Art Style#so i did a doodley sketch sheet and im cured now#sometimes just doing a bunch of drawings to convince yourself u can draw Works !! who knew !!!#also has been a while since i drew sukuna i think !! hes so silly#i also just realized he and fushiguro mewgumi r making the same face FHGSDFHSDK Unintentional!!!!!!!!!#i tried going fr a slightly Different Style(tm) with the sheet but i think i ended up sticking to old habits fGHFGHSH#maybe its a smiiidge more realistic??? who can say#either way it felt good to keep things rough n sketchy like i was doing a while back#and now it is . 3am .
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#i literally made this to make a keychain for myself lmao#jjba fanart#jjba part 3#jjba art#jjba#my art#jjba polnareff#jean pierre polnareff#if anyone wants me to do the rest of the crusaders i might but college is kickin my ass rn so not any time soon#also silver chariot's shoulders are FUCKED but I love how it looks so#anyways uh its 3am and if i forgot anything design wise no I didn't <3
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