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wololo-01 · 4 months ago
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We are all so strong/hj 🫡
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And Yeah them are all my favorite characters even though I never draw or talk about them, BUT STILL 😭
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jazjester · 6 months ago
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Drew charles and quentin being uncle and nephew again guh :]
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flowerbarrel-art · 8 months ago
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And some Henry Stickmin in the safety sign generator starring the three headphones boys!
Expect more soon since the generator has some amusing results.
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(Original Sign)
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I wrote the text on Charles’ sign and Burt and Quentin’s were random but fitting.
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coolguyontheblock · 5 months ago
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Whiteboard stuff!! Auggv
I have morebut maybe ill post that later idk
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nonomikun · 8 months ago
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blah blah blah blah 😊😌 brothers dynamic fr fr
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kingkenzieofmold · 1 year ago
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Pose’n Everybody Pose~ /lyrics <3
Thanks for the suggestions! Here you go! Henry Stickmin’s Design Belongs to @ceresfromnationstates Salem Ambrose Kingsley Belongs to @smoresthehalloweenqueen
Character Suggestions: @bluetorchsky suggested Carol Cross. @hematitedragons suggested Mr. Macbeth.
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sunberry-strawflower · 1 year ago
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Y'all know the drill
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eunchancorner · 26 days ago
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Revenged and Rescued (Part 9)
I finished this last night and have been working on a side project since but you guys can have it now. Tiny warning; part of it is a little tickle-centric kinda like part... 7 i think? Idk, you read fics on a tickle blog this is what you get
You guys signed up for this
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“Alright, so that should be just about everyone except Vicky,” Quentin mumbled as he went over a list.
“And Josh,” Madd reminded him.
“Right, and Josh. Ready to meet up with them, Henry?”
Henry nodded a bit as they started off, glancing at Charles. “Wasn’t Vicky the one you guys said you wanted on your squad? Why is that?”
“Oh, you’ll understand once you see her. But, it’s mostly Quentin, I think because they’ve been friends a long time. How long did you say you’ve known her, Quent?” he asked the other pilot, who sighed as though this was a question he was asked often.
“Since high school. Everyone thought we were dating, but really, we came out to each other and just kinda stuck together since. Solidarity, y’know how it is,” he explained. “She’s the reason I joined the military, too, and now look at us. She’s a captain, I’m a babysitter. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for her but… damn.”
“Heh, well, hopefully she likes me as much as you guys say she will…” Henry worried, his gaze moving to the ground.
“Well, we’re here, so let’s find out!” Charles decided as they came up on a shooting range. “I’ll go grab her, I might as well!”
The pilot walked up to one of the several soldiers firing at the targets, tapping her on the shoulder, then pointing to Henry when he got her attention. She nodded and set down the gun she was firing before walking back with Charles, taking off the standard protective headphones as she got away from all the gunfire.
“So, you’re the kid everyone’s been yapping at me about? Henry, right?” she asked, her Southern accent adding a little to her stern tone. He nodded a little, straightening up as though under the gaze of a judgmental parent.
“Hm, nice to meet ya, then. Name’s Captain Victoria Grit, though I’m sure everyone’s been calling me Vicky. Nice arm you got there.”
Despite her serious tone and expression, she seemed to be genuine with her words.
“Uhh, thanks, I got it after an issue with the Toppats,” Henry managed, his own words feeling awkward, like he was saying all too much and far too little at the same time.
“His spine and chest are the same way!”
Apparently Charles had a different feeling. 
“Plus he’s got a bunch of cool upgrades, like… Well, I’ve only seen the hose, but apparently he has a minigun! Oh! Wait! Henry, do you have any kinda upgrades for the spine thing?”
“I mean, I have jet wings?” he admitted, earning a somewhat surprised look from Victoria.
“Let’s see ‘em then, Stickmin,” she requested and Henry nodded, motioning for the others to stand clear. He took a deep breath, concentrating as the cybernetics in his spine shifted. He felt the odd but familiar weight of the wings expanding from his back, the jets on the bottoms of them just barely firing up, just enough to pull him a few inches off the ground and keep him hovering.
“Impressive,” she remarked simply, though Henry found the praise a bit comforting. He smiled a bit before landing, and allowing his wings to shift and transform back into his spine.
“That was so fucking cool!!” Charles exclaimed, his eyes bright, still fixed on where Henry’s wings had been.
“What was so fucking cool?” a voice suddenly asked from behind Charles, and he turned to reveal the Bukowskis staring up at him expectantly, before one looked back at Henry.
“Henry did something cool, didn’t he?” he asked, narrowing his eyes before sidling up to him.
“C’mon guys, I thought you two were supposed to be practicing?” Quentin scolded them but one, Calvin, Henry was pretty sure, shook his head.
“All done with that, now, what was this super cool thing Henry did? It had to do with his back, right?”
“I just put them away, are you really gonna make me get them out again?” he asked, unable to hide the amusement as Konrad went around his back, as though inspecting him.
“Kinda, I wanna see what made these bigass holes in your shirt,” he explained.
Wait.
“Fuck, did I ruin my shirt?” Henry realized, trying to turn and see it, before facepalming with a sigh. “I’m such an idiot, I should’ve known the wings would do that…”
“Wings?!” Calvin suddenly butt in, his eyes bright at the mere idea. “Show us show us show us!”
“Don’t force him guys, c’mon, let off,” Madd told them, but of course they didn’t listen.
“I wonder if I could…” Henry heard Konrad say behind him, before a sudden ticklish jolt shot through his back, making him squeal and jump away.
Ah shit.
“What the hell was that, Stickmin?” Calvin asked, although Henry could hear the teasing amusement in his voice.
“All I did was hold a magnet to your back! I figured, ‘hey, magnets make machines glitch out, why not this time?’ But what? What even was that?” Konrad added.
Henry and Charles locked eyes for a moment, before, sighing, Henry nodded.
“Ok, so, I wasn’t gonna tell you guys unless Henry let me,” the pilot began, “because, y’know, it’s kinda personal and I don’t want him to be uncomfortable or anything, but Henry is actually hilariously ticklish, thought I don’t know how a magnet ties into it? Maybe it fucks with the metal that makes up his augmentations? Oh shit, that means Henry can even be tickled where he doesn’t have sensors if we have a magnet on hand. Oh, Henry, you are so fucked…”
“Eh, he should be fine. After all, isn’t your whole squad ticklish, too, Charlie?” Vicky pointed out, a small smirk on her face as Charles’s grew visibly redder. “I mean… not the whole squad? Andrew isn’t, and I’m pretty sure no one’s ever tried with Phlex, since he’ll probably just bite us, but… yeahhhh…” he admitted, and behind him, Henry could hear Madd groan quietly.
I guess the ‘badass’ doesn’t like admitting stuff like that…
“Hey, he was gonna find out eventually,” Quentin pointed out, “Especially if the Bukowski twins here ever decided to pull their dumb shit in front of him.”
“Well, now we can pull that ‘dumb shit’ with him. Like this!” Konrad announced before slapping the magnet back onto Henry’s back, watching as he stumbled forward, laughter pouring from his mouth before he could stop it. God, was he really always this ticklish?
“Nohohonono! Gehet it ohohoff!” he complained, trying his best to grab at the magnet currently sending ticklish jolts through his spine and failing miserably. “Kohonrahahad!”
“But am I Konrad? Or am I Calvin? Guess right, Stickmin, and I might show you mercy~” the Bukowski cooed, making Henry doubt his own words.
“Konrad, get the fucking magnet off him,” Quentin cut in, annoyance clear in his voice, and with a groan, Konrad complied. Henry gasped as he struggled to compose himself, trying his best to not seem completely embarrassed by what had just ensued. As he finally managed to get his breathing under control, he sighed and stood straight again, just barely hearing as Charles and Vicky finished some conversation he’d missed.
When he looked back, Vicky was smiling as she looked between the two, and Charles looked… oddly flustered?
“Did I miss something?” he asked, glancing between the two, and Charles shook his head quickly.
“Nono, you- you missed nothing, I- Let’s- we should go grab dinner, guys, it’s getting late, c’mon, let’s go,” the pilot rushed his words before he started off for the mess hall, surprising Henry with his sudden change in attitude.
“Well… that was weird. But he’s right, let’s go, boys. Seeya later, Vicky,” Quentin called out as he followed the younger pilot. The captain waved as they departed for the mess hall, but all Henry could think about was Charles.
What were him and Vicky talking about?
He’s acting so weird, should I be worried about him?
Is he okay?
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thesoulesscollection · 1 month ago
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“Too bad, you need to sleep here now. I can’t seem to sleep without you anymore.” I think would be cute with roseright 👉👈
I'm so sorry for allowing your request (and the many more) to wait for so long. I also thought you asked for Grumpy Old Men too but I must've accidentally got rid of it or you never asked.
Whoopsie but I do hope you don't mind both ships to make up for it.
Down below was the original request qnd the post (Here) creativepromptsforwriting on Tumblr
“I personally like it, but you do look silly like this.” Would work with grumpy old men I think?
“Too bad, you need to sleep here now. I can’t seem to sleep without you anymore.” I think would be cute with roseright 👉👈
RoseRight 
Right stood beside the edge of his bed, anxiously trying to pull himself together but winced a little at how embarrassed he felt about it. 
“You. You said you needed me?” 
The shame persists when a soft voice calls out, waiting for his response, yet curious on what it may be, her reason to be here. 
“Where do you want me to put them for you?” She tacks on. 
He sucks in a breath. For all his wants and desires had easily overpowered his logic. 
It was her. Ellie. 
The peculiar reason why he couldn't sleep. By the door she stood, holding close to her chest were thick blankets and soft pillows, and it was all that he needed for the night. 
He wants her for her comfort, for him to be sweetly wrapped up in her soft arms. A light in the darkness. As it'd begin to terrify him. 
“Yes, I do” He stiffly admits. “I've been struggling to sleep lately” 
Though he won't say it outloud. 
However concern is made obvious by her expression, and he doesn't like it, instead feeling guilty that she can be so worried about him. 
“Oh. What does that have to do with me though?”
“Everything�� Right grumbles, flustered, motioning to her with his hand. 
“Excuse me?” Ellie tilts her head with a pouting frown. “I don't remember doing anything to you. I keep to my own lane like everyone else here” 
“That's it you hadn't done a thing” 
“What?” 
“Your entire existence drives me mad” 
The words left her to stare up at him as he comes to terms with what he spills in a moment of weakness. 
“Besides that, I know this is weird but can you stay the night with me” 
In the middle of the room, against the back wall, was a queen bed that can fit the two easily and have plenty of room for them to not be squished together. 
Though he wouldn't necessarily mind feeling her heat. 
“For the company” Yet he was quick to reassure after seeing her tense, “Only for a while. Nothing more” 
“How can I be so sure?” She asked in a tone Right couldn't detect whether it was meant to be accusatory or not as she tilted her head with a smirk. 
Right was going to open his mouth to say something, defend himself and his pride. Though Ellie swiftly beats him to the punch. In order to bring him down to earth with her. 
“Thought so, heh. I knew you liked me, didn't you” What she's doing is teasing him, the heat rises in his face. “What if I say no? What will you do then?” 
“Too bad, you need to sleep here now. I can’t seem to sleep without you anymore”
Although more blunt than he would've intended it, she snorted, amused, “Uh huh. So would you want me to cuddle up with you too? If you like, I can be the big spoon” 
Right rolls his eyes but smiles, taking a careful step closer. “Yes, that would be fine. Thank you” 
She grabs his hand. 
Grumpy Old Men (They're not old here but I wanted to write about their relationship's earlier years & mentions of kiddo Johnny) 
Quentin wasn't used to this style of outfit. 
“I couldn't say no to the kid. It would've hurt his feelings” He mumbles, a hand rubbing the back of his neck. The shirt was snug in certain areas, around his stomach yet wasn't uncomfortable. It was bearable. 
“He was so proud of himself. Saw it in the stores’ window and thought of you” 
When turning away from the mirror, he saw Hershell staring him up and down, puzzled just as well with the article of clothing.  
“Definitely your son. Neither one of you has a sense of fashion” 
Rolling his neck, Quentin took another glance at his reflection from the back this time. 
It was a bright Hawaiian button up shirt with a rainbow floral print. But his heart did swell a little at the sweet gesture from the kid. 
“I personally like it, but you do look silly like this” Hershell chuckled, motioning with grabby hands for the man to come closer. 
“Not saying it's bad. It's what I expect from a nine year old” 
“C'mon. You love it” 
Two large hands gently hold onto him, thumbs pushed into his hips, and rubs soothing circles. 
Hershell clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth, “You do look nice. Really handsome” Slyly moving a hand up on Quentin's chest, fingers trailing across the buttons. 
“Thank you” He shrugs, still expressing uncertainty. “Don't know when I'll ever wear this” 
Now there's a mighty guilt in the sense he won't find the occasion or the drive to even wear it. 
Which made it worse that the kid had a strong admiration for him. Quentin had no idea as to why and it worried him a lot. 
“You'll find the best time for it so don't feel bad” A light nudge at his side was a reassurance to Quentin. “I can find a way to show this off for you” 
Exhaling exasperated, Quentin shrugs the man off. “Oh, you would, wouldn't you?” He eyes the man, returning the interest in the offer. 
Hershell took it up and leaned down to his level, soft lips met in a passionately deepened kiss. 
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ambasingresident · 5 months ago
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Happy Independence Day for the Filipinos in the THSC community (RAHHHHH 🇵🇭🇵🇭🇵🇭🇵🇭🇵🇭🇵🇭)
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This drawing commemorates the BRAVE heroes of the Philippines. Drew most of the Government-affiliated characters as soldiers and officers of the First Philippine Republic (Philippine Revolutionary Army) celebrating their victory after a battle.
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echotrinityme · 1 year ago
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See You Again Chapter 5: Numb The Pain Away
Rupert is having a tough time after he was discharged from the Government. He's been spending all his time at the bar and is bitter, angry, and sad. 
Warning: Alcohol abuse and just alcohol use in general. Don't do what Rupert is doing in this chapter... EVER! Alcohol is bad for your liver and mental health. Drink responsibly and when you're old enough. 
Rupert drowned another shot of vodka and put the shot glass down. 
Rupert put a hand on his forehead as he thought about what happened these past few days.
He murdered Henry, lost his status as a captain, and lost everyone that he cared about. Rupert sighed as he felt his heart shrivel up and struggle to keep beating.  He felt hot liquid streaming down his face, started shaking, and started sniffling.
He didn't know what to do.
After he was discharged, he returned to his apartment to devise a plan. 
His mental health was getting worse.
His depression was making him drink and have nightmares, it doesn't help that little voice in his head has been telling him he's worthless, scummy, an idiot, he's a bad person, etc. He tried to ignore it but the voice kept getting louder and louder. 
"It's not fair..." Rupert muttered to himself, "It's not fair,"
The bartender gave him another shot as he left him alone, the bartender tend to the other patrons. Rupert drank the alcohol as two people walked in. 
Drake Camper and Josh Taylor wanted to have a drink before Quentin finds them and lecture them for being idiots. Drake noticed Rupert was drinking and brooding, he tapped Josh's shoulders and Josh glanced where Drake was looking at. 
"What's he doing here?" Josh questioned incredulously.
"Drinking," Drake stated the obvious.
"Can't blame him, I mean if I murder someone, I would drink heavily too,"
"C'mon, let's try to cheer him up!"
Drake and Josh quietly went over to Rupert who was silently sobbing. Rupert was too busy wallowing in misery that he didn't notice the presence of Drake and Josh. Rupert heard someone ordering a fruity drink and sat down next to him. He heard another voice and heard someone sitting down next to him.
"Hey, Rupert!"
Rupert looked to his side to see Drake Camper smiling at him and holding a fruity drink, he looked to his other side and saw Josh Taylor holding a drink. 
Great.
The two idiots who always get drunk are here and they are here to bother him.
"What do you two want?" Rupert croaked, "Can't you see I'm drinking,"
"We just want to cheer you up," Josh responded.
"How?"
"By drinking with you of course!" Drake answered with such enthusiasm.
Rupert didn't want company and he was wondering why Drake and Josh wanted to cheer him up considering he had done something horrible to Henry. However... he's been feeling rather lonely ever since Henry's murder. 
Rupert contemplated saying no to them but they'd already made themselves at home. Rupert was too depressed to tell Drake and Josh to fuck off. Josh was telling Rupert and Drake a funny story. Well, Drake was listening while Rupert was just brooding, but he was glad he has company on the inside. 
"I am in misery
there ain't nobody who can comfort me (Oh Yeah),"
Rupert growled under his breath as he heard a song that greatly described his situation that was playing in the bar. Rupert took another drink of his alcohol as Josh was about to tell an embarrassing story about Drake and Drake didn't like it so he shut Josh up by putting a chicken wing in his mouth. Rupert would have laughed but he's not in a laughing mood. 
"So I was saying to Jose," Josh talked to Drake and Rupert, Rupert felt a little better since the duo didn't mention Henry's death or his termination from the Government which he is thankful for.
Rupert was about to join the conversation when the bar's doors opened.
"What are two idiots doing!?"
Drake, Josh, and Rupert turn to the source of the voice, they saw Quentin Alabaster glaring at them. However, Rupert wasn't sure if he was glaring at him or Drake and Josh. Drake and Josh immediately jumped from Quentin's glare. They knew an angry Quentin when they see one. 
"Don't you guys have any better to do than to drink and bother someone?" Quentin questioned.
Drake and Josh shook their head while Quentin sighed, Quentin knew the duo was trying to help Rupert after he murdered Henry but... Rupert should be left alone. Quentin came up to them and grabbed Drake and Josh by their coats like they were kids that got caught doing something bad. 
"C'mon, you guys have work to do," Quentin said as he led the boys away from Rupert and they headed out the door. Quentin stopped at the door and saw Rupert who looked sad again. Quentin gave Rupert a pity look and he left. Rupert was now alone. Rupert sighed heavily as he felt the weight of the inebriation of the alcohol seep in. He closed his eyes, he needed more alcohol but his mind told him he has nothing to live for so he can damage his liver.
"Oi, got any stronger than vodka?" Rupert slurred at the bartender.
"We got absinthe, sir," replied the bartender in a concerned tone.
"Bring me it,"
"Don't you think you had enough alcohol?"   
"NO!" Rupert roared, startling the bartender and the patrons in the bar. Rupert slammed his fist down the bar table and his eyes were red. "GIVE ME THE ABSINTHE!" Rupert bellowed.
"I don't pay myself enough for this job..." the bartender thought as he got the absinthe and a shot glass for Rupert. He gently set the alcohol down and left Rupert alone. Rupert drank the shot glass but he needs more to numb the pain he was feeling, he took the bottle and drank out of the bottle.
The patrons and the bartender watched him with shocked and concerned looks, they were wondering if they should confront him about his drinking habits but on the other hand... they don't want to invoke his wrath. Rupert drank half the bottle as he stopped, he slammed the bottle down as he swayed a little. His face started to turn green and he quickly ran out of the bar. He vomited onto the grass while everyone cringed and winced, the bartender took out a bottle of water and went outside. He cringed in disgust as he saw the vomit and Rupert stopped. Rupert was trembling as he felt like shit, the bartender slowly came up to him.
"Here," the bartender held out the water bottle, "Drink this... this will help you feel better,"
Rupert glanced at the bottle and took it, he drank the water slowly. He sighed in contentment as he felt a little better but still feel like shit. "Thanks..." Rupert muttered.
"You're welcome," the bartender responded gently.
"Sorry for the display..." Rupert apologized, "I... am going through something,"
"I know,"
Rupert avoided meeting the bartender's eyes, he cleared his throat. 
"I should be going now... put the alcohol on my tab..."
The bartender nodded as Rupert started walking away, Rupert slowly walked back to his apartment as he felt numb. As soon as he was inside his apartment, he passed out on his living room floor. The alcohol knocked him out and he slept peacefully for the first time since Henry's murder.
Rupert woke up with a killer headache.
He felt like something sucked everything but depression. He wanted to die, hit something, or just lay in bed forever. Rupert took a shower and made himself a hangover breakfast. After he was done eating, he sat down at his table and thought about what's he going to do next. Rupert closed his eyes as he took out his phone and went on the internet. 
Usually, he would talk to Charles but after what happened with Henry, Charles and several others have declared Rupert socially dead. Rupert searched for random things then he thought came into his head. He went to take out his laptop and went online. He typed into a search bar and found what he was looking for. He got up and went to his bedroom, he got out two suitcases and started packing. 
Once he was packed, he wrote something on a piece of paper. 
He took one last look at his apartment, surveying the furniture and stuff he will be leaving behind. He let out a sigh of sadness as he left his apartment with his suitcases in tow. 
He headed to the airport and got on a plane. 
Where is he going?
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wololo-01 · 3 months ago
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Sooo...I finally took some courage to join the Whiteboard (but uh, my whole Courage is still on the floor so...my doodles are not gonna be near of your guys doodle :''b)
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- uh... Have chibi sticks 🫴
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For now just have this to show sorry ._.)
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jazjester · 9 months ago
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I'm a fat loser but Quentin and charles are so uncle and Nephew
A comic of them lol
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flowerbarrel-art · 5 months ago
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Heheh. Quentin gets used to it, mostly thinking it’s funny and only sometimes being a little annoyed. He was worried at first that Charles would get sick from eating human candy but it didn’t hurt him. Fairies have a lot of sugar in their diet since they’re always flying around and need the energy (like hummingbirds). Quentin gets Charles enough sugar in healthier ways though, like honey, juice and fruit. Charles also eats mushrooms, veggies and a bit of meat.
Charles was able to tell Quentin a bit about fairies by using the internet and looking up animals that had the same diets and behaviors. Eventually Quentin managed to keep his own stash of sweets safe so Charles couldn’t get to it, but he buys sweets specifically for Charles sometimes, especially saltwater taffy.
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Post sugar rush nap.
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bluebutlikenotalways · 2 years ago
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Tfw...uh
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nonomikun · 1 year ago
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well i wont celebrate halloween 😔 however i have costumes ideas 😗
r henry has the best halloween costume XD
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