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twinkle-art Ā· 1 year ago
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i finished ENDWALKER!!!!šŸŒ•āœØ
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henclair Ā· 2 years ago
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barbie sweep but make it galaxy wide
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emeraldart Ā· 2 years ago
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Attempted to make a family tree for toh
Updated version
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tzarrz Ā· 6 months ago
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i listen to fog lake too much
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spearxwind Ā· 3 months ago
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šŸŒŠ OCEAN JOYRIDE āœˆ
Group picture of almost all of the dragons from Broken Horizon! I tried a bunch of different style things for this it was so fun to draw that it took legit willpower to put it down as done x)
Bonus closeups bc i lovingly drew all of my guys:
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ba1laur Ā· 2 months ago
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you know what sure heres a ridiculously massive dump of all my old art from my side (tinteduse) that i kindof regret making. had and still having weird feelings about how all over the place my art tends to be (which is how that account was born) now i feel bad that they arent on my main becuz who cares. my blog my posts my images my art my mess etc. drawing those was very fun i enjoyed what the turgles did to my style back then. sorry for the toxic colors pensive emoji
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wyvernity Ā· 8 months ago
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been thinking about the sinnohtrio lately......plus misc other stuff
also, casual ko-fi drop!! get something in this sketchy style starting at $10 woop woop
#finally decided to do a commission test run u_u#pokemon#trainer lyra#trainer kris#trainer dawn#trainer lucas#rival barry#rival silver#ayalumi#hisuian zorua#luxio#timeskip tag#rkgk#anyway it's sinnoh time !!!#still figuring out their designs and lore but this works for now#god's specialest little guys & their very normal bestfriend who they would kill/die for. up to interpretation who is killing/dying#dawn is the platinum protag who meets giratina and becomes champion#distortion world affected her way more than compared to cynthia and cyrus since she's still a developing kid. but hey cool ghost hair!#4-5 yrs later lucas gets blasted to hisui..lost his memory for the three years he's there and when arceus sends him back he's just like Man#the entire time barry is CHILLING PLAYING HAVING FUN#and forever worried abt his friends ): dawn & lucas are soo nonchalant about what happened to them it's a bit concerning to everyone else#design comments umm the only thing that matters is that they still have their og scarves šŸ‘#and i guesss these are spring/summer outfits. winter dawn gets leggings and big coat ok. she already has too much yin energy#btw i use the cleanse tag as the direct opposition to the spell tag even tho that's probably not a real thing LOL)#oh yea barry wears the tower master ribbon 24/7. tower tycoon in training and won't shut up about it (i love him)#character dynamics i will talk abt that in another post if i feel like it... these days i just want to go replay pla aughh
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heartorbit Ā· 4 months ago
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i just wanted to draw the ave mujica outfits .
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xxplastic-cubexx Ā· 25 days ago
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what kind of underwear do you think Erik and Charles wear (i'm not asking this to see them half naked) ((please believe me)) (((PLEASE)))
My Personal Belief is charles is a briefs guy while erik's a trunks guy. trunks/briefs kinda couple because i can
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and idk just a lil bonus or somethin. as i do.
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stevebabey Ā· 2 years ago
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part one here. ze part two to touch-starved stevie that absolutely no one requested hehe <3 but i gots to let my boys have a wee kiss :")
So, hugs with Eddie becomeļæ½ļæ½ļæ½ well, a thing.
Not a thing. Theyā€™re not a thing, Steve and Eddie. Itā€™s totally the same as when he gets hugs from Robin. Eddieā€™s doing him a favour as a friend. Itā€™s got the 100% platonic energy of getting a hug from a friend ā€” a hug that usually melts into some form of a cuddle, limbs all tangled together until they canā€™t tell whose are whose.
Except, Steve doesnā€™t really do that second part with Robin. Like he hasnā€™t done it ever with Robin.
So, itā€™s an Eddie thing.
But theyā€™re not a thing. Not matter how much Steve would actually very much like for that happen. Okay, maybe Steveā€™s overthinking the whole thing a bit, but he just canā€™t tell.
Whereā€™s the line? Itā€™s infuriating not being able to discern between platonic and more, just because Steve wasnā€™t held enough as a fucking baby. Out of all the things he resents his parents for, Steveā€™s surprised that this is so near the top.
Because, sure, Steveā€™s had more than his fair share of hookups. He knows that sort of touch. He knows the shape of lust; the scrapes of fingernails down backs, the tight grips over skin, the push and pull of the heat of the moment.
And this thing with Eddieā€¦ is not that.
So, really, Steve knows that itā€™s all friendly. Eddie is just being nice. Heā€™s being a decent dude and helping his friend out ā€” by catapulting himself into Steveā€™s arms at every opportune moment.
(Steveā€™s only dropped 3 mugs of coffee because of this so far. Itā€™s only because Eddie says good catch, big boy with a devilish grin every time that Steve manages to catch Eddie that Steve hasnā€™t completely told him to knock it off. Just yet, at least.)
And heā€™s different in other areas. Heā€™ll always seem to choose the seat next to Steve on movie-nights now, content to snuggle right up to him. They get thigh to thigh, arm to arm ā€” and Eddie only needs to get about 20 minutes in for him to do a big sigh, like an old dog, and slump over, resting his head on Steveā€™s shoulder.
Steve notices though. He always notices.
Itā€™s impossible not toā€” the skin, even if thereā€™s 3 layers between them, burns blazing warm. Eddieā€™s hair drapes over his arm, a curl inevitably tickling along Steveā€™s collar. He can feel the rise and fall of Eddieā€™s breathing, the little shake of when he laughs.
It drives Steve a little insaneā€” insane in the way that makes him think about burying his fingers in those curls again, about pressing his lips against Eddieā€™s pretty mouth just to feel the smile against his skin, about digging into his chest so he can climb into his chest and live there.
Yeah, itā€™sā€” well, itā€™s safe to say that the effect of Eddieā€™s touchiness has sent what was once a fleeting thought of a crush into mind-melting levels of affection.
But he canā€™t fucking tell.
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To Steveā€™s credit, neither can Eddie.
Which is not surprisingly considering sometimes he catches himself wondering how the hell he ended up here; in a close-knit friendship with band-geek Robin Buckley, princess Nancy Wheeler, and King Steve Harrington.
Okay, the Robin one sort of makes sense. He thinks that if no matter when their paths crossed, he and Robin wouldā€™ve always even some sort of strange friends - her snark complimenting his bitchiness. Also, the whole super queer thing helps too. Even the friendship with Nancy works, in its own weird way.
Steve though? Heā€™s the fucking curve ball.
It works though, the two of them. Surprisingly well, actually ā€” the two of them get on like a house on fire, bitchy quips back and forth. Even better, is the quiet that they can share. Steve loves to come around and doā€¦ nothing. Do nothing with Eddie, though.
So, even though Eddie had noticed the tension in Steve with touch, little moments where he turned rigid when Eddieā€™s usual wandering hands got too comfortable ā€” Eddie chalked it up to the usual. Guys bring too uncomfortable with him, too weird about another guy being touchy. It didnā€™t matter than Eddie wasnā€™t even out to Steve yet, he was still might be that type of guy.
Well, Eddie had certainly thought so. Sure, Steve might not be one of those jocks who smacked around boys who looked too long in the locker room, but if he knew a smidge of the truth, who really knows. It would explain the tenseness at least.
But thenā€” ā€˜Can Iā€¦ have a hug?ā€™ There had been a dozen things Eddie was thinking that Steve couldā€™ve asked for but that? Wasnā€™t even in the ballpark. It was so left-field it left Eddie speechless for a whole moment. And Steve had been staring at the ceiling, his hands curled up tight again like- like he thought Eddie might say no.
A ridiculous thought, honestly. Anyone who knew Eddie well enough knew he was touchy; loved giving it, loved getting it. Like an overly affectionate cat, Wayne had once called him, just 11 years old, because Eddieā€™s need for affection seem to never be sated.
After that night, Steveā€™s lack of touch became far more obvious. Itā€™s always hair ruffles or high-fives, yet never hugs. Normally, Eddie would keep to that boundary; some people are less touchy other than others, he knows that.
Butā€¦ ā€œSometimes I realise itā€™s been awhile, since Iā€™ve had some touch.ā€ Thatā€™s what Steve had said, his words. Eddie doesnā€™t even think he meant to say something so heartbreaking. In fact, the guy seemed embarrassed.
It had thrown Eddie for a loopā€” because Steve gets around. Heā€™s nearly notorious for one-night stands and failed flings, as Robin loves to drone on about considering sheā€™s subjected to all the flirting. What had originally been a point of envy for Eddie, just saturates the bleakness of Steveā€™s words. Sex but without a moment of intimacy.
So, while Eddie is miles away from being the person who gets into Steveā€™s pants ā€” not for lack of want, mind you ā€” he does try hike up the touchiness. Little things. Lingering when he taps him on the arm, hooking his chin over Steveā€™s shoulder to peer over it, leaning up against him when theyā€™re side by side watching a film.
Itā€™s good. It helps Eddie release the pressure of his stupid monumental god-awful crush he has. Yeah, yeah, itā€™s laughable, even to Eddie. Itā€™s like Gay 101; donā€™t get crush on straight dudes, especially the ones youā€™re friends with. And yetā€¦
Steve lets him. He lets Eddie give him touch, more than he lets anyone else. He still tenses; thereā€™s still always a moment before he can remember to relax, like heā€™s trying to shake off bad thoughts but then he melts. He always melts into Eddieā€™s touch eventually ā€” in a way Eddie knows Steve actually loves it, drinks it up as much as he can.
And maybe, Eddie is the biggest fool to grace the Earth to let that fact give him some hope. Sue his gooey heart, heā€™s a romantic. Itā€™s a quiet hope but, itā€™s there.
Tonight, it seems relaxing for Steve is been harder than usualā€” several times has Eddie traced a quite long along Steveā€™s arms, a subtle point that they were far too tense for someone who was wrapped up in cuddles on the couch. ā€˜Cos thatā€™s 100% what they are now. Eddie will still call them hugs, but usually, when itā€™s just the two of them, it becomes this.
Steve, tucked up into the corner of the couch, one leg flush along the back of the couch and one hanging off the edge. Itā€™s the prime position for Eddie to crawl up, wind his arms around Steveā€™s middle and give him a good squeeze and then settle there. Head on Steveā€™s chest, lying in the cradle of his hips. Safe. Warm.
It makes him warm, oh very warm to know that he gets this. That Steve doesnā€™t give this amount of trust to many, if any, other people but Eddie ā€” he trusts Eddie.
ā€œYā€™know,ā€ Eddie says, cheeks smushed against the plain of Steveā€™s pec. It feels deliciously warm and Eddieā€™s fairly sure he can feel how toned it is just through his cheek. Hot bastard. ā€œIā€™m actually real glad you asked for that hug all those weeks ago.ā€
He leaves it there ā€˜cos he knows Steve will ask. Eddieā€™s eyes stay on the buzzing tv-screen even as Steveā€™s head shifts, turning to peer down at the boy slumped on his chest. Eddieā€™s pretty sure he can see Steveā€™s mouth twitch up into a smile.
ā€œYeah?ā€
ā€œOh yeah,ā€ Eddie affirms, giving a nod and his eyes flick up to meet Steveā€™s for just a moment. ā€œThink Iā€™ve had some of the best hugs in the world.ā€
Okay, that was maybe more honest and sappy than Eddie was going for. He is just letting Steve know he isnā€™t just doing it for Steve ā€” that he enjoys these moments just as much. He lays it on thick, tries for a smarmy angle.
ā€œSwept up in these pillowy arms?ā€ He croons, giving Steveā€™s bicep a quick squeeze, making the other chuckle softly. ā€œWho wouldnā€™t think so? Iā€™m a lucky guy.ā€
Despite the joking tone, thereā€™s no quick comeback from Steve. Thatā€™s alright. Eddieā€™s quite happy if this is one of the times Steve just takes the compliment; letā€™s the word sink in and hopefully, believes them, even if itā€™s just a little bit. He watches the film and doesnā€™t read into the silence.
Not even when Steve says, ā€œEddie?ā€ all soft. Nearly shy sounding. It doesnā€™t quite register to Eddieā€™s ears.
ā€œMm?ā€
ā€œEddie.ā€ Steve says again, a little firmer and that catches Eddieā€™s attention. He turns his head and rests his chin on Steveā€™s chest, his brows drawn together in silent question.
But the moment he makes eye contact, Steveā€™s doing that scrunched up face again. Is studying the ceiling instead of facing Eddie. And just like all those weeks ago, his hands clench up tight. Twists up the fabric of Eddieā€™s sweater in between his fingers and uses it to ground himself.
Last time, he asked for a hug. Considering heā€™s currently just about squishing Steve beneath his body weight, Eddie canā€™t fathom what he might be worked up to ask for. Unless he was going to ask for something more than a hugā€” which, well, just wasnā€™t going to happen, even if Eddie really wanted it to.
ā€œCan I-ā€ Steve starts. He sucks in a breath, almost like heā€™s gathering courage. But heā€™s not, because heā€™s not about to ask for what Eddie hopes for, heā€™s not, heā€™sā€”
Unlessā€¦?
ā€œCan Iā€¦ have a kiss?ā€ Steve asks, barely audible. The sentence is murmured, soft words that hit Eddie like a gentle kiss in itself ā€” imprinting right onto his heart. Steve Harrington wants a kiss ā€” from him!
ā€œOh.ā€ Eddie says, in a breathy delightful way. Heā€™s fairly certain the little monkey in his brain is clapping its cymbals at double-speed as the words process; or maybe itā€™s his heart, which feels like itā€™s leapt up his throat.
ā€œOh?ā€ Steve echoes, a smile already playing at the edges of his mouth, because he can see Eddieā€™s want. Because he knows him.
ā€œYes.ā€ Eddie says suddenly, with a frantic nod, pushing up closer so their faces are aligned. ā€œYes, absolutely, you can.ā€ He affirms.
Steve huffs a quiet laugh at the eagerness and then his arm that had been slung around Eddie shifts. It moves up til his hand caresses along the line of Eddieā€™s jaw, tilting him just how he likes.
Eddie holds his breath. Counts the freckles he can see this close. Tries to feel Steveā€™s heartbeat through where theyā€™re pressed so closely together; can Steve feel his? Thundering and hurried, beating so hard Eddie thinks he might bruise the inside of his ribs.
Then Steve kisses him. And shit, Steveā€™s lip are better by ten-fold than every daydream Eddieā€™s ever had about them. Theyā€™re warm and so soft ā€” plush and pressing against his own and Eddie is freezing. Fuck, wait, how does this go again? Right, Eddieā€™s neverā€¦ well, kissed anybody before.
Steve pulls back and Eddie screws his eyes up ā€” not ready in the slightest for the disappointment of his own shoddy kissing skills. Fuck, did he really just freeze? Steve ā€” Steve Harrington ā€” asks for a kiss and Eddie decides to stab himself in the back by not figuring out how to fuck to kiss back.
ā€œYou call that a kiss?ā€ Steve teases and Eddieā€™s well aware of the parallel ā€” of the irony of Steve repeating his own words back at him. But he canā€™t make himself laugh even though itā€™s funny. Instead, a little groan wiggles out his throat.
ā€œIā€™m sorry,ā€ Eddie says, earnest. He forces his eyes opens ā€” he needs to see whatā€™s Steveā€™s thinking. Where heā€™s expecting disappointment or perhaps regret, is only patience. Maybe a touch of concern. Eddie continues, despite the humiliation that makes his throat sticky.
ā€œI havenā€™t- I donā€™t do this often.ā€ He coughs awkwardly clearing his throat and hoping it hides the next word. ā€œEver.ā€
Thereā€™s a jump in Steveā€™s eyebrows, a moment of surprise in his eyes that lets him know he did, indeed, hear that final word. It makes Eddie feelā€¦ well, itā€™s nice that Steve had expected him to have been kissed by now. Even if he hasnā€™t. He tries to take it as a compliment.
ā€œThatā€™s okay,ā€ Steve assures. Absentmindedly, his thumb rubs soothing along Eddieā€™s jaw. It makes Eddie shiver, some outrageous amount of joy clawing into every nerve. Steve likes Eddie. He wants to kiss Eddie.
ā€œDo you want to try again?ā€
Eddie nods before the questions even out of his mouth. Steve smiles, all sunshine. This time when he draws Eddie in, he notices the way Eddie holds his breath ā€” the rigidness in his body.
Steve kisses him again, another short and soft one and then whispers against his lips, ā€œRelax.ā€
ā€˜Cos isnā€™t tonight just full of the parallels, Eddie thinks. He listens, tries to focus on how sweet Steveā€™s kiss is than his panicky heart, forcing out a breath between the kisses. His hands along Steveā€™s sides find a grip, grounding and good, and by the fourth kiss, he begins to feel a bit melty.
Itā€™s good. Itā€™s really good. Kissing Steve is top 5ā€“ nay, the top moment of his life so far. Somehow, itā€™s made all that much better knowing the build-up behind it. Knowing that Steve knows he isnā€™t just kissing him for a heat of the moment ā€” that Eddie wants kisses here, kisses before bed, in the morning, on dates. Eddie wants Steve.
And with the way he kisses, Eddieā€™s pretty sure Steve wants him just as bad.
It doesnā€™t take long for Steve to reach what Eddie decides is an ultra pretty fuckinā€™ state; lips swollen from kisses, cheeks flushed, hair a little mussed up. He bets he looks no better. The thought makes him grin, enough they have to break the kiss ā€˜cos Eddie canā€™t stop his stupid happy grin ā€˜cos shitā€” he actually gets to have this Steve.
ā€œWhat?ā€ Steve asks, somehow half heart-eyed and half suspicious at the mischief in Eddieā€™s eyes.
ā€œCan I... have a hickie?ā€
now with a part three !
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luna-loveboop Ā· 7 months ago
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So one thing I like about Time is that he will talk about his life and journeys
He talks about it! He'll tell the boys stories and answer questions. (...when asked)
Obviously he tells his family- Malon knows everything
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But he has also never held back from telling the boys stories or answering questions
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I'm still always cackling over him telling them about gerudo town- he is way too proud to brag about being a mischievous gremlin
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"I proved to be a greater thief than all of ganons tribe"- oh yeah. He's definitely the good influence. (That's sarcasm, Wars is the one good example for the younger ones.)
He just. He looks so smug to tell them about his experiences with the Gerudo- I love how often we see him just talking to them and answering questions about his life.
Even if it's clearly painful memories- he has still always told them
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*sobs*
Obviously Time talks to Twilight the most about stuff- and everyone knows that (to where Sky went to him for questions about Time)
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But the thing that get me the most is Wind.
Wind asked about... everything! Wind asked about his first journey and his life- and Time told him
The sheer transition from
"I was wondering... about your original journey"
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To
"You told me about your original journey. Everything you said... the sages you described, the old traditions, the old stories- all of it! ...)
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And this literally drives me insane because Time told him- Time told him everything! He told him about the sages, traditions- Time literally openly talked to Wind about his first Journey because he asked.
The Hero of Time's story had always been a tragedy- I mean... yikes. Trauma much? But I think people overlook this part of him- that he's older. All the hurt and scars are still there, but he has learned to talk about it to deal with it. And I think I know why- (Read)
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Malon Malon Malon Malon!!! Jojo showed this set up for their marriage- Time was and is traumatized. But he and Malon worked to talk through things. I mean. Can you imagine keeping secrets from Malon? I don't want to. I feel like she would throw a cow at me. Anyways.
It takes a lot to work through trauma and learn to talk through it. Malon claimed him tho, so I don't think he had a choice. But seriously- she helped him work through things as family. Which led to a successful marriage for both of them, and got Time to where he can talk about these things with the boys :D
But
Time is a troll, so although he will share his insane life stories.... he will also say he fought the moon with no more context, and tell his wife that they have a descendant but not freaking tell her which one it is.
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He's so insane I love it <3
Just don't forget this part of him... don't forget that rather it's sad or goofy or whatever- he will talk about his life. If someone simply asks
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:)
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Art and comic by Jojo @linkeduniverse au! :DDD
@adrift-in-thyme
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razzafrazzle Ā· 1 month ago
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human marzi!! almost got the whole main cast designed now :o]
[image description: a page of drawings for a human design of marzipan from homestar runner, where she is depicted as a chubby woman with two prosthetic legs that is wearing a long corduroy purple skirt, a matching cardigan, and sandals. next to a fullbody drawing of her is a drawing of her original design, a drawing of her in a long purple dress, and a drawing of her in her sultry buttons costume, where she has black hair and sunglasses. end id]
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hellmandraws Ā· 9 months ago
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I recently watched Gargoyles for the first time, and I immediately knew I had to draw them because every single gargoyle design on this show kicks ass.
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rachelfc-art Ā· 1 year ago
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Link Click Season 1 Recap (accurate)
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lobster-lover Ā· 1 year ago
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sorry for no art posts lately im insane. anyways heres more fucking homestuck (assorted facebook memepage style)
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elderwisp Ā· 2 months ago
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STILL GOIN ź©œ tessellate returns october eighth
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