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seasicksilver · 2 years ago
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giggling and kicking my feet
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assassin-artist · 4 months ago
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normal-about-the-dca · 1 month ago
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They look like they're having an allergic reaction....
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saessenach · 17 days ago
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I keep threatening to draw heartbreaking galadriel/sauron things and yet when I actually get down to it, they want to be tender and naked instead so who am I to refuse them
EDIT: finished piece (and full sketchdump) here
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chiricat · 1 year ago
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wip dump since i’ve hit artblock for the first time in a while…
1. neon genesis evangelion x persona protags
2. persona kizunas (from prsk)
3. rise & airi swap places (with yu & shizuku supporting)
4. airiena sanrio collab
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sparxyv · 3 months ago
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Mousey Student ID 💙🐭
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NOW 😏 time for Mousey's official introduction.. get ready for another huge infodump! (this one's even longer than Milena's I'm so sorry 😭😭)
Template by @kiwiplaetzchen !!! (Thank you again 😙🫶)
Family
Mousey is the youngest of four brothers. Clyde, Lachlan, and Magnus.
His three big brothers have long since moved out of the McGregor house, going on to become very successful each in their own ways. They were all sorted into Ravenclaw, and were all part of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team at some point in time.
Mousey's mother - Florence McGregor (née Prewett) - is Leander Prewett's father's sister (so Leander's aunt lol). She was sorted into Gryffindor!
Mousey's father - Fergus McGregor - was sorted into Slytherin when he attended Hogwarts. Naturally, he is very prideful and ambitious - oftentimes (accidentally) placing pressure on his sons to pursue things that are not in their interest to impact the family legacy in a meaningful way. Fergus genuinely cares for his sons, he's just unaware of the effect his words have on their psyche. 🙁
Fergus McGregor was a keeper for the Montrose Magpies for 3 years before Magnus was born, and after that he decided to settle down for good. Quidditch was his passion, and he was ecstatic when all his sons shared the same love for it.
The McGregors have resided in Irondale for generations! They have a quite small house for a large family - but fret not, it's bigger than it looks on the outside.
Mousey is 5 years younger than the brother closest in age to him - Clyde - while his three older brothers are each only about two years apart from each other. This feeds into Mousey feeling like an outcast in his own family. (Clyde - 20, Lachlan - 22, Magnus - 24)
Life Before Fifth Year
Growing up, Mousey had always been an exceptionally anxious AND impulsively loud child, so he found it was a miracle he made friends with Anne Sallow during his first week at Hogwarts. Anne was always terribly kind to him, helping him out when he needed a shoulder to lean on, giving him lots of encouragement - which he so desperately needed. Anne, being extremely mischievous, self-confident, and empathetic, she made the perfect best friend for Mousey.
Mousey wasn't exactly a permanent addition to the Sallow Twins and Ominis' little group, but they would hang out with Mousey more often than not. Up until fourth year, they were practically his only friends. (We'll get to this in a bit.. 😙)
In order to impress his father - Mousey started training on a broom as soon as he first attended Hogwarts, but his heart was only half in it. Although he was very talented with a broom, it was never a true passion of his.
Speaking of Mousey's true passion - he is deeply fascinated by wandlore/craft. Ever since he recieved his first book on wandcraft at the age of seven, he quickly became entranced by it. Mousey absorbed all the information he possibly could and constantly visited Ollivanders in Hogsmeade in his free time once he was allowed to by the school.
Sometime at the start of fourth-year Sebastian and Mousey got into a HUGE argument that quickly ended their friendship. After this argument occured, Sebastian practically banned Anne and Ominis from speaking or interacting with Mousey in any way out of sheer pettiness 😒. Mousey was heartbroken. While he would swear up and down it did not affect him, he genuinely loved Sebastian, Anne, and Ominis.. losing their friendship was difficult on him. Although, sadness quickly turned to anger and he held a big grudge against Sebastian. After the big fallout, he vowed he didn't need them - immediately going on a quest to make as many friends as possible. And ultimately, he did.. but it never felt the same.
Relationships
Like Milena, I'm planning on creating a separate series of posts going more in-depth with his relationships w/ characters - so take this list of his closest friends!
Ominis Gaunt
Anne Sallow
Milena Chase
Amit Thakkar
Everett Clopton
Andrew Larson
Samantha Dale
Duncan Hobhouse
Garreth Weasley
Leander Prewett
Eric Northcott
Poppy Sweeting
Arthur Plummly
Unnamed Students
Personality
MBTI - ENFP-T
Alignment - Chaotic Neutral
Mousey is a complicated type of extrovert. He grew up constantly fighting for attention - he learned quickly that he needed to be loud and to stand out to be seen. Mousey is the type of person to only want a few close friends, but a large circle. He loves socializing with everyone, typically coming off as very cheery and playful, yet more snarky + sarcastic with people he's more comfortable with. However, he's also very anxious. He's quite the overthinker - yet never exactly thinks ANYTHING through at the same time. He's the epitome of impulsivity.
In addition to him being anxious - Mousey cares too much of what other people think of him, especially the people he loves/looks up to. He finds himself constantly trying to impress his friends and family because he craves external validation to feel good about himself.
Mousey is very sensitive, but can oftentimes be seen as apathetic when it comes to heated moments. He's very much controlled by his emotions and feelings, which has put a strain in a lot of his relationships. Mousey feels emotions more intensely than most of his peers, his mood also being affected by the people around him. (Although when he's not blinded by his own feelings, he is actually very sweet and caring person. 😞)
If there was one word to describe Mousey - NOSY. As a Ravenclaw, he's obviously inclined to want to know as much as he can about anything. With that being said, he's a NASTY gossip. Mousey knows everything about everyone, always around and listening in the background.. 😊
Just like how it is in other parts of Mousey's life, he feels that he's an outlier in his Hogwarts House. Other than being curious and passionate about learning, he isn't as clever as other Ravenclaws - not great at riddles, oftentimes having trouble even entering the common room. So he tries his best to make the best of it, befriending his housemates, joining the quidditch team, etc.
When it comes to being active, he can make an exception for Quidditch - for his father - but other than that, he HATES physical activity. Unfortunately he's a bit on the cowardly side as well. He could be reckless and get a burst of confidence, but in general Mousey is terrified of dueling, sharp things, large creatures, and especially cats. You wouldn't usually catch him out in the Forbidden Forest, or in any of the hamlets far from Irondale.
Additional Fun Facts!
The only people who don't refer to him as 'Mousey' would be Ominis, Imelda, and Milena - all for different reasons.
Mousey actually likes his nickname, not minding it one bit - although, he doesn't remember how he got it.. but even the teachers have called him Mousey since his first year.
He used to have very prominent buck teeth up until he was 13, having them magically fixed (by Anne Sallow) after his big brother Clyde had made fun of them.
Mousey is the Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain and Keeper in sixth-year! 💙
Other than Sebastian, his nemesis at Hogwarts is Charlotte Morrison (whom Milena actually made friends with???). She just really irritates him in a way he can't describe. The feeling is mutual.
He is very close with a lot of the teachers, most notably Professor Fig and Professor Garlick.
Mousey makes wood-carving animals representing the people he loves, and keeps them in his dorm. (Some would be: Ominis - Bat, Anne - Fox, Sebastian - Snake, and the newest addition.. Milena - Eagle 💜 I like to imagine Mousey came to terms with his and Milena's friendship at one point and secretly made her little animal to keep 🥹) No one knows the meanings behind the animals but him. They are his to keep and to protect.
Bi icon 💙💜🩷
Had a crush on Adelaide Oakes in third-year. (his type is blondes I guess?)
Was nearly sorted into Slytherin, but the hat changed it's mind at the last second.
Raphael is the only feline that tolerates Mousey. (And vice versa)
Knows about the Undercroft.
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yumenari · 5 months ago
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Guys did you know today is the birthday of the loml (and their snake familiar)
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xvs9000 · 1 month ago
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been working on an animation for pressure which is why i haven't been active for the last few days.
here's a snippet gif of that just to keep yall appetized while i finish it up. first time properly animating, so i hope you all enjoy!
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sibylsleaves · 5 months ago
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wip wednesday
tagged by @exhuastedpigeon.
hello friends i am here to bring you good tidings of....roommates fic!! Since the fic has big Summer Vibes I decided I wanted to go ahead and start posting it this summer! The first 3 chapters are already complete and I'm hoping the first two will go up in the next week or so. So here's a little from chapter 1:
“Is that Maddie?” Eddie calls, poking his head into the kitchen. “Hi, Eddie,” Maddie says warmly. “Don’t mind me,” Eddie replies. “I’m actually just on my way out to run some errands before I have to get Chris from school.” “Uh, you’re not picking Chris up today, Eddie,” Buck says. “He’s got Raya’s birthday party, remember? Aiden’s mom is getting them both and taking him.” Eddie smacks a hand to the side of his head. “Oh, duh. Completely forgot. You good to swing by and pick him up later, then?” “Of course,” Buck answers, mixing the salad. “We can grab dinner on the way home. Chinese?” “Somehow I doubt Chris is going to eat dinner after all that pizza and cake.” “He will if there are dumplings,” Buck assures him. “And I’ll make sure to get the green beans he likes.” To Maddie, he says, “They’re basically the only vegetable he’ll eat without three rounds of negotiation.” “Probably helps that they’re smothered in soy sauce and MSG,” Eddie says. “Hey, do you know where I put the—” “Check for the registration renewal for the truck?” Buck guesses. “Already in the mail.” Eddie squeezes his shoulder lightly in thanks. “Speaking of, the new school sent over an orientation packet,” Buck says. Chris starts sixth grade in the fall, which means he’s starting at a brand new school. “I thought we could look over it tonight?” “Sounds good,” Eddie says, and then flits out the door again, calling, “Good seeing you, Maddie!” over his shoulder. A moment later, the front door opens and then shuts again. “Okay,” Maddie says after a pause. “So you’re really settling in, then.”
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@thatbuddie @littlespoonevan @burnthatbridge @glorious-spoon @clusterbuck
@iinryer @gayeddieagenda @transboybuckley @homerforsure @spaceprincessem
@fiona-fififi @eddiebabygirldiaz @djdangerlove @smallandalmosthonest @tidesreach
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blueflipflops · 2 months ago
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Another incorrect quotes for my OC as Aizen fic before I post the final chapter!
Part 1
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Aizen & Shinji @ each other: Asshole cat behavior🫵
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Gin, about Aizen: Remember when he was mad at you and served you an assortment of funeral food?
Shinji: Yeah that was highly petty.
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Random Rukon citizen: May Soumu-sama protect you, traveller!
Aizen, THE 'Soumu-sama', in disguise: let's fucking hope he does :)
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Aizen @ a Division Meeting: —and if you have any suggestions, anything at all, please feel free to put them in the suggestion box!
Momo: Aizen thats a trash can.
Aizen: Sure is!
Shinji: No no he might be onto somethin-
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Aizen: I can explain.
Shinji: Can you?
Aizen: If you give me 30 seconds to think of a lie—
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*Division 5 Trio, doing paperwork and drinking sake at Shinji's office*
Aizen, suddenly: just once in my life I want to get up without experiencing the seven stages of grief.
Shinji: There are only five stages.
Momo: We're here for yo—
Gin, sneaked in to eat snacks: whats the extra two stages?
Aizen: Denial 2 and Astral Projection.
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Shinji: *traps a spider under a cup*
Aizen: *appears and sets down two more identical cups *
Shinji: no wait–
Aizen: *starts shuffling the cups*
Shinji: NO
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Aizen: Lying is not just a hobby. Its a national sport and I'm in the olympics with Kisuke and Shinji, the other two-faced bitches in this town.
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Shinji: who? Sousuke? He's not evil. He just has a shitty personality. Which is almost the same.
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Aizen, giving advice to his juniors: if you guys are ever thinking of suicide, don't do it. The Soul King doesn't want you to. The Soul King wants to kill you himself in his own special way
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*In Canon Meets AU*
AU!Fifth Division, hearing about Evil!Canon!Aizen: Oh soul king… its the nicotine withdrawals isn't it? Its worse than we thought…
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Shinji: Keep this shit up and I'll confiscate your cigarettes.
Aizen: *gasp* You wouldn't.
Shinji: Go ahead. Try me.
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Aizen @ Canon! Shinji threatening to kill him: Huh… that was kinda… hot…
Shinji: what?
Aizen: Nothing
Canon!Shinji: what?
Aizen, full on blushing: NOTHING! LEAVE ME ALONE!!
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Aizen: I think I would've thrived working and making one of those escape rooms thing
Aizen: that or I'd get too into my role that I'd get arrested for actual kidnapping and murder.
Aizen: ah. Well. That is, if I get caught. :)
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Shinji: Remember that time when you planned an elaborate mystery game for the Fifth for 'Division Team Building Weekend'?
Aizen: Yes. It was painful to watch them miss simple clues and riddles. They've been doing this job for who knows how long, the least they could do is improve their observational skills.
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Aizen: Do you mind if I light a smoke inside?
Shinji: Yes, I do mind.
Aizen: Shame... *lighting up a cig anyway*
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Aizen: I could be so much worse. For example, I could start acting like my mother.
Shinji: Literally, the more I learn about yer mother the more concerned I get.
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It's me boy, im the ao3 inside your brain. Go read my Bleach fic, boy
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druidshollow · 10 months ago
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PUNCHING WALLS PUNCHING WALLS PUNCHING WALLS i am PUNCHING WALLS
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lost-in-fandoms · 3 months ago
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Part 2 from this post. Here part 1. This is not very happy, I'm sorry.
cw: (sort of) discussion of dub-con of the heat variety, mentions of sexual content.
Hissing+growling
It's late afternoon when Daniel comes out of the bathroom, holding his shirt in his hands and considering if it would be worth it to put it back on again.
Max is asleep now, splayed under the sheets with a small frown on his face, but the room is still permeated by the sweet smell of hormones and the sticky one of slick and cum, and Daniel can tell the heat is not quite over yet. It makes some alpha part of him deeply content, to have their scents intertwined like this and a satisfied omega in his bed, despite all the other mixed feelings turning in his brain at the moment.
He had finally managed to talk to Christian, just before his shower, to inform him and also to ask what the fuck, and the man had confirmed what Daniel had suspected since the night before: this was not one of Max's scheduled heats. It probably was part of the reason why it had hit Max like that, hard and fast, barely giving Daniel any time to get him out of the club and to the hotel without giving their pr people a massive headache.
And now he is left with this: Max naked and spent in his bed, and a very big question mark above the state of their personal and professional relationship.
He's considering slipping back into the sheets, alpha instincts screaming at him to go back to touching his the omega, or maybe texting Michael to have a big freak out about the whole situation, when someone knocks at the door.
He makes it over as quickly as possible, knowing it's probably the food he has ordered for himself and Max, but he still hears Max shift behind him, making a small snuffling sound that makes Daniel smile.
He's still smiling as he drags the little food cart inside, turning into the room, ready to feed his the omega, a good morning on his tongue when Max hisses at him.
It almost happens in slow motion. Daniel turns towards the bed, meeting Max's wide eyes. Max recoils, sitting up so fast Daniel can almost see him getting dizzy. Max's confused expression flickers to fear for a second before shuttering closed. And then he hisses at Daniel.
Daniel instinctively steps back, raising his hands and curling his shoulders inwards, trying to make himself as non-threatening as possible, brain already scrambling to find the reason why Max is upset.
"Max, what..." he can't even finish the question before Max is hissing again, pulling the sheets higher to cover his chest. His hands are shaking.
"Max," Daniel tries again, softer this time, forcing the hurt out of his voice, every alpha part of him screaming to fix this. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
Max shakes his head, baring his teeth a little, pressing his back into the headboard harder.
"What did you do to me?" he bites out, voice hoarse. Images from the last twelve hours surge through Daniel's mind, Max opening up so well for him, moaning around his knot, drool on his chin, tears streaming down his cheeks. Max on his hands and knees, back arching under Daniel's hand. Max pulling at Daniel's hair, dragging his face into the crook of his neck, right above his mating gland.
"I didn't do anything, mate," Daniel answers, knowing immediately it's the wrong thing to say when Max hisses again.
"You, you...knotted me!" There's a blush high on Max's cheeks, spreading further as he spits the words, embarrassment and anger mixing in a dangerous cocktail.
"Yes? You were in heat, and you asked..."
"I would not ask!" Max interrupts him, fists closing harder around the sheets, voice growing louder and higher. "You should have left me!"
It's a hit to Daniel's ego, this straight up refusal from Max that he would even want to spend his heat with him, but he decides to save that hurt for later, having bigger problems at hand.
"Max," he says, forcing himself to keep his voice patient and level, "I couldn't have left you like that, you were in pain. And you did ask me."
"Then you should have said no!"
Daniel doesn't understand. He gets it, that Max is confused, probably still a little out of it from his heat, but Daniel had been good to him. He had treated him right. He doesn't understand where all this anger and fear is coming from. He was helping!
"Listen, if you tell me who's your usual heat buddy I will call them for you, okay? So they can help you with the rest of it." It hurts, to even suggest it. No part of his alpha instincts wants him to leave the omega alone, no part of him wants to leave Max like this, but he knows how important it is for omegas to be comfortable during their heats, and if Max isn't comfortable with him anymore, then they'll have to sort this all out another time.
He's expecting Max to relax a little, but he bristles instead, blush deepening.
"Fuck you, I do not have a heat buddy," he spits, crossing his arms. Daniel's traitorous eyes linger a little on the swell of his chest under the sheets, the bulge of his biceps, before he's able to get a hold on himself.
Wait, no heat buddy?
"Max, was this the first..."
Again, Max doesn't let him finish, hissing loud and angry at him. Daniel's brain stumbles, too much sudden confusing information, and he fucks up.
He growls back, irritated.
The reaction is immediate. Max's eyes widen and he slumps, bowing forward until his forehead is almost touching his knees, back of his neck exposed in submission even before Daniel has the chance to start being horrified in himself.
"Shit," he swears, taking a step towards the bed and then stopping when Max flinches. "Max, I didn't mean..."
Max's shoulders are shaking. Daniel feels nauseous.
"Max, I swear, I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry."
He backs away until he's pressed against the wall furthest away, watches as Max slowly straighten his back, pulling the sheet up with him. There's a blankness on his face that wasn't there before. The room smells sour, upset omega scent overpowering everything else.
"I want you to leave, Daniel" Max says, his voice just as flat as his expression.
Daniel doesn't know if his body is supposed to feel like this, if his heart is supposed to be beating this way.
"Max, I'm sorry," he pleads, some part of him acutely aware that if he leaves this room now, they'll never be the same. He'll never be the same.
Max doesn't say anything else, just looks down at his lap, looking small in the dirty sheets, distressed scent like hands around Daniel's throat.
Daniel picks up his phone and wallet, weirdly glad he had gotten dressed again before opening the door so he doesn't have to prolong this strange walk of shame now. He feels disconnected from his own body, everything feeling wrong wrong wrong.
"You should call Christian, let him know when you'll be leaving," is somehow what his voice decides to say, instead of any of the questions and apologies his brain is currently screaming.
He just barely hears Max's first sob over the click of the door locking behind him.
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solmints-messyocdiary · 1 year ago
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After so long...
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solroskajan · 4 months ago
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I have kinda forgotten how to draw my own OCs, here's some girlfriends from space though!
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baeshijima · 9 months ago
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soulmate "we would find each other in every lifetime" au, but whenever you find each other there is always just a slight mistiming.
in some instances you meet mere moments before disaster strikes. in others you are forced to be enemies due to untimely misunderstandings. sometimes you only catch a glimpse of the other in passing before they disappear as though they never existed. there would be the odd occasion where only one of you recognised the other, with them not knowing who you are or of the history which haunts your conscience.
and then there would be times you find yourself desperately holding the other, the tears which burn tracks down your cheeks being the only source of warmth on their cold skin.
despite the unnerving predictability fate has in store for you, you both cannot help but to hope that maybe — just maybe — this next lifetime will be kinder to you both; kinder in a way that your souls are not torn apart before they can even meld together.
(though such sentiment never comes true, it doesn't stop the feeble hope from burning aflame when you cross paths every lifetime. repeatedly, incessantly, and without fail.)
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ekaphileas · 6 months ago
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>> me when i answered someones ask about charthur modern au for lols and now i cant get cellist charles out of my head
>> bro is ethereal
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