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Today? I bring lesbian OCs
Tomorrow? Who knows...
Version with glasses cuz i want her
#my art#original character#they are in the fate universe btw lmao teehee#my aus#theyre in a hgw the one with the lighter hair is the mage#they make me homophobic#toshie sato#she's the dark haired one#tawara togasaki#lighter hair one and the mage#THEY MAKE ME SO HOMOPHOBIC I NEED TO EAT THEM UGH 😤
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and they were roommates
#danny phantom#danny fenton#sam manson#tucker foley#jack fenton#college au#i designed the house so here are some of my thoughts about it hahaha#the mansons bought the house really flippantly because it made financial sense not to rent for the next four years#and also they can probs make money renting it out after the trio graduates#they were not expecting how involved the foleys and the fentons would get lmao#the trio lives together really well#but sam hates how the boys take care of the bathroom on their floor#she forces them to clean it before people come over#danny is way more open about his powers in this house#he could have gotten away with that last one if he remembered that he can be invisible#but the boy is sleep deprived so who can blame him#sam colored her hair pink senior year of high school but light colors are too hard to maintain so she swapped to dark purple later
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first meeting
#rdr2#red dead redemption#red dead redemption 2#arthur morgan#issac morgan#man sees baby for the first time ever and is surprised that theyre tiny little creatures#arthur being the man he is mustve had SO many emotions holding issac for the first time. and this is all he manages to say in the moment#im lowkey projecting bc when i met my niece i absolutely REFUSED to hold her until i saw her the second time and i was like.#oh my fucking god shes so fucking tiny#anyway. i hope nothing bad happens to them ever<3#btw arthurs clothes come from an edit of a young version of him that i saw#and i also saw a video of someone managing to find a repurposed model of eliza in rdr2s data and shes got dark hair!#so i gave issac dark hair (and arthurs blue eyes<3)#arthurs definitrly into people with dark hair#pspspspsp arthur i have dark hair pspspspspspspsp#AHEM anyway-#sorry i cant draw babies even tho i see one all the time now LMFAO#my art
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look i know the logical thing is that shadowheart used magic to change her hair but i still think it would be extremely funny if she only got a partial rest at the end of act 2 from staying up all night doing a full level 10 bleach and tone
#ramble#bg3#baldur's gate 3#shadowheart#on BLACK HAIR as well she's so brave#my hair is like mid-dark brown and i'm LUCKY if i can get there in one session#does selune give bleach blessings
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Autumn is here ! 🍂 Currently sick in bed with a cup of tea, looking at pictures I took recently and praying that I’ll get better before my Saturday morning flight to Ireland 🤧
#98% of the time I work completely online… and the one week I need to go onsite I fall sick 😭😭😭#I think it’s because I went to an outdoor pool yesterday and tried to ignore the memory of my mum’s voice saying#- you’ll fall ill if you go outside with wet hair !!! 💢👹 - she was right thoooo 😩#also I finished The Last Graduate and dear miss Novik: how dare you 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💔❤️🩹#cottagecore#dark academia#studyspo#Bookblr#romantic academia#Studyblr#light academia#France
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Marcille im lov you <333
#dungeon meshi#marcille donato#my art#dunmeshi#BROOOO marcille is so cool like goody two shoes top of the class#who is ALSO that one guy whos like 'nooo dark magic is just misunderstood'#what a god tier combo it makes me love her so much#girlie who does everything by the book but that book is evil and forbidden#SPOILER -#when she resurrected falin in that fucked up ritual that's when I really started to love her#AUGHH like she's a straight A student. she's slightly insane. her hair is gorgeous. she's also a catastrophic lesbian#character of all time
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the murder sisters
#em#my art#art tag#bg3#orin#the dark urge#i did this one real quick because i wanted to post something before going to bed... i have to feel productive or i die#i should draw emelin with her hair down more often... she's so cute
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having thoughts and feelings about perc’ahlia and their could-be-but-would-never-allow-the-other-to-destroy-themselves-enough-to-actually-become-the-briarwoods parallel/foilism. particularly with vex and delilah and potential places this season might go but also just vex’s “it’s like i’m a bad omen” and the fact that like. vex has full awareness of her feelings for percy and alludes to them to him. but then after she has sex with him it is so so compelling to me that vex is like. this is all i can have with him and i’ll take just this even if maybe it’s flying too close to the sun. and something something the shot of delilah embracing sylas after she’s brought him back, looking over his shoulder into a mirror where it looks like she isn’t holding anything at all and just . god. the like oppositional threads of delilah refusing to lose sylas and holding on tight at any cost and vex holding herself so far from percy to deny the pain that would come with losing/hurting him and the like. venn diagram cross over of something is lost anyway.
#this is almost certainly standing out to me because of the simple like. visual aesthetic thing of#vex and delilah dark haired women with designs inspired by laura in some form and thus looking not dissimilar#but like . delilah’s hair being down in the only scene where we see her as vulnerable as when she brings sylas back#vex’s hair down while she (on my read) pretends to be asleep while percy touches her with care that is even more intimate than the sex they#just had . idk man it’s rotting me#i’m just always obsessed with vex and percy both kind of falling for each other because they see how terrible the other one is#and they see how terrible the other thinks themselves to be and they both go. ‘well you aren’t as bad as i am.#and i won’t let you worsen yourself’#versus the briarwoods which are like. that but full send Let’s Get Worse babey#anyway. this isn’t super coherent i’m just vibing#vex’ahlia#percy de rolo#delilah briarwood#sylas briarwood#percy + vex#delilah + sylas#perc’ahlia#critical role#tlovm#tlovm spoilers
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20 years old MC, Sebastian, Ominis & Anne ~ . To be honest I still have yet decided on the crew's career after graduation. But I have some thoughts about grown-up Seb will work as an Unspeakable for the Ministry, Ominis may become a healer and Anne may work as a potioneer and help Ominis.
For Violette I'm still hesitating between her becoming an ancient magic researcher or gemologist. But I'm sure that both were not what a 5th year Violette wanted to do, she dreamed of becoming a professional fortune teller 😅😅
#I've read lots of fics and hcs about MC became Auror but Violette will never want to be one#she's like Newt Scamander she's afraid of doing paperwork#or working for the Ministry#oh and she will tie her hair up bc wearing hair down after 16 is considered “inappropriate”#she likes wearing purple#YESSS AND I SHIP OMINIS & ANNE!!!!#Anne is still cursed unfortunately#so Seb & MC have to work together to find the cure for her#which is not involving dark magic again Sebastian already promised#sebastian sallow#sebastian x mc#ominis gaunt#ominis gaunt x anne#anne sallow#hogwarts legacy
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Had to draw the trio from from my fave book by @sarahreesbrennan as I reread for the millionth time 😮💨 They’re so fun
#in other lands#elliot schafer#luke sunborn#serene heart in the chaos of battle#trivia: the pose where Luke grabs his hair is from the unicorn scene (MY BELOVED UNICORN SCENE)#serene getting angry is in regards to her mom I love how she’s all cool and collected and then full on screams at her mother#I’m obsessed with how elliot gets tall and muscular but doesn’t process the latter#ofc had to draw the progression#then ouughhf um#the kisses#all three of them would go about it differently and it was a joy to portray#Serene and Elliot had to be aged down for their kiss bc no WAY that’d happen later lmfao#also uhm I used Laios dungeon meshi as obvious inspo for Luke#I stared at Luke’s face way too much after I drew him I feel like one of the masses 💀💀#sorry elliot I’m letting u down#I played fast and loose with serene and Elliot’s eye colors so those aren’t fully book accurate#I like dark eyes ok
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Bad End: Cultivation
The rope creaked softly, suffering under the weight it was not meant to bear, as it stretched out, seemlingly endless into the mist. This had once been a bridge. The entrance to this lonely place. Humble as it was, the simple rope bridge had once stood for time immemorial. A path of safety above Soul Eater mists below.
Terrible creatures and unspeakable monsters dwelled down there. Things that devoured. Even the mists themselves, were said to drive men mad. Cause hallucinations and aggression. Qi draining in nature. It was like a living thing that digested you slowly.
Unless, of course, you could escape.
Or, it was said, if you were like the legendary immortal who had founded this temple. HE had apparently just walked. Refused the mist's their hold on him. Then climbed the cliff face to this mountain top. I somewhat doubted that tale. But then again, staring down at the rolling mists... it seemed impossible that ANYONE could have ever survived them.
The bridge creaked on, in the soft breeze. There were days it's groans sounded like the cries of a beast in pain. Tortured. When the wind rattled and dragged at what remained of its form. Trying to pull it from it's post. Down, down, down to it's final end.
There was a boot print. Terrible and damning. Cracked, IMPRINTED, deep into the base of the pillar that once held up one side. Far away, the bridge must surely still be stable. Both pillars standing tall, like gaurds. Like brothers. But here?
One powerful kick.
And the bridge had disappeared out from underneath all those that stood upon it.
Everyday... every day I come. Every day I look upon this bridge. Upon the boot, a terrible sin imprinted into stone, and I tell myself I do not recognize the size of it. That my suspicions are wrong. My instincts surely lying. Because... because if I do not?
What can I do? What could I POSSIBLY hope to do? If my suspicions WERE correct? If in this place, lives a monster? I am not stronger them him. Without him, I would be utterly alone. He has insured I am all but dependant on him. Not teaching me how to cook nor clean, farm nor fight. All practical skills are lessons for another day. Forever another day.
Yet...
Yet, I MUST know.
I torture myself with this. The wondering. The questions I do not not ask, for fear he will not even bother hiding behind lies. I stare at the old, long dried blood that stains where the bridge once ended. The shimmering heavenly gold. Somehow... some horrified, gut wrenched, SCREAMING instinct... knows it to be the blood of Tree Fruit.
It is the blood of the unborn. Those that will never get the chance, now. They... they were not even apart of anyone's body. Were wholly seperate, dependent and their protectors for survival. Were FRUIT for God's sake. Just as I had been. Souls reborn, not from flesh, but clean and new, from a Divine Tree. Ascendant from some other place.
I don't know WHY they were taken from the Tree. Why I was. My memory is spotty. It was too soon. I had not forgotten yet. Was not READY yet. It should have been safest to stay there. Be born into the world. Yet... they were on this bridge, instead. Attacked. The blood of infants stains the stones and will never wash clean. I can not... I was still FRUIT, then.
I can not REMEMBER.
And so I come. Again and again, before this rope. That stretchs out into the mists. Above far more terrible things. And try to recall. Make sense of it this terrible thing before me. This bridge. A long, worn, straining rope. With old, well-worn wooden planks, weathered by the ages, that... that hang like bodies.
Strung up in an endless row.
That whisper as they clack and groan with suffering in the wind, "A crime. A crime. Great evil was committed here!"
I tell myself... like a child hiding from monsters they KNOW are real. Trembling and blood soaked, terrified, as they crawl as far back into some small dark place as they can... I... I do not want to compare the boot print in that stone to Lei's. That they would be different sizes, even if I did.
I do not convince myself.
I never do.
"Shimei, this disciple wonderd where you were..." calls out a familiar voice. Deep in the way dangerous waters are deep. Smooth and placid at the surface. With something deadly I can not see, far, far below. "This one has found you at the bridge again. What captivates you so? You missed your morning snack. Should be on your way to early morning meditations."
My smile is more of a grimace, as I turn.
There are days... when forgetting is easy. When the tranquility of this place seeps itself into my bones. The comfort he deliberately arranges for me. The scheduled repetition. It is... trance-like.
Sitting with tea and snacks. Watching the early morning's sunlight dance off the distant mist. As birds wake and dew settles. The world hushed. Cup warm in my hand. Coat dropped over my shoulders. It is beautiful. The meditation garden is beautiful. EVERYTHING here is beautiful.
It is the fact that it is... empty, that bothers me.
This was not a temple built for two people. Remote as it must be in the world. The sect built this place for a reason. And each day that passes? I am more convinced that reason was to have a place to fall back too. The temple is lovely... but more then that? It is a FORTRESS.
Difficulty getting here is not even a fraction of the defens it holds.
So WHY?
WHY are there only two people here?
I nod, stepping towards my "shixong" as he insists I call him, dispite there being just the two of us. His hand reaching out to take my arm, guide me. I no longer need help navigating these halls. But he does not stop. Clings to his excuses to coddle and touch. It is a fight I can not win. I pick my battles. But, before his hand reaches my sleeve. Knife!
A throwing knife, shrieks near silent through the air as it cuts between us. Nearly removing Lei's fingers as it does. I jerk away, startled. He whips around towards the bridge.
"GET AWAY FROM THAT CHILD!"
The voice that roars that command has the distinct rasp of old age. Sure enough, a figure in flowing robes surges forward from the mist, running light as a feather across the single rope that remains of the bridge. Long white hair and beard. A wrinkled face, more accustomed to smiling, now turned into a fierce and determined scowl. The robes of a Grand Master.
There are a handful of warriors following him.
But the one that I can not look away from... it's... it's like looking through the lense of a half forgotten dream. Blurred by angles all wrong. But oh... oh how could I forget that face? The one that stares at me with such fierce and fearful determination?
...Shijie?
More then an older sister, less then a mother. Whisperd promises, muffled by liquid, from long ago. I know that face. KNEW it. It once smiled down at me, as I grew upon my branch, and promised we would be family. Loved me. Beautiful and patient, as she whispered about all the wonders of world.
I was...
Oh.
I was supposed to go with HER.
Be raised by HER. A little sister, a daughter, someone she could guide and grow with. My memories struggle to come together, but faced with familiar faces? They TRY. Especially as power begins to surge around me. Terrible and familiar. The beginnings of a fight.
Someone on my branch. Not my sister. Pale as morning mist and just as untouchable. He seemed lonely. I was lonely. Far from other Fruit, an awkward thing, high up, and on an old twisting branch. That had missed all nipping and cultivation by being accidentally hidden by the leaves surrounding it. The fruit was supposed to grow lower to the ground, where it could be watched. Safe.
But I happened anyway.
And I was alone.
No others to spend my time with. No disciples to come and care for me, day to day. So when the mist man came? I clumsily... reached out. Pat pat. There, there. I'm here, "dude". (I... can not remember what that word meant. But I know I knew it. It was friendly, I think.)
He was surprised to find me, up there.
I don't not think he told anyone.
I...I think he was supposed too?
But it did not matter in the end. Someone else found his hiding spot. Found me. There was much shouting and alarm. Elders, I think. Doctors, to insure I was well. Great relief, that I was a hardly little thing, developing as I should. After that? I had constant visitors. None that seemed very interesting... until... until my Shijie.
They were looking, I think, through interested parties for a match. Who would adopt me. Then there was softness. Sweet, golden days. The mist man visited. Anger from him? Not at me. Displeased. Covetous? I did not understand. Something wrong was growing but I was unborn... did not have a name yet for the sensation.
Just that is was...Dark.
Then it was night time. A beautiful moon through the branches. Smoke, black and terrifying. Screaming and the clash of swords. Unbearable heat, climbing and climbing. Lights blinking out. Dying? Were... were they dying? The great Tree, divine and holy, groaning in agony. Wood popping from heat. Splintering from blows.
Feet upon my branch. Running, running, running. Falling too their knees. Swordsman's hands. Bloody, wrong, not my shijie. Where is my shijie? Sister! SISTER?! I am being pulled. No. No, it is not time. It is too soon. The Fruit is not ready.
The hands do not care.
I am torn out by the roots.
Where the Tree should be... is nothing. I SCREAM. It hurts! A void. The ocean of life gone, gone, GONE! Already I am starving. Destabilizing. Dying again. Scared! Please! I am-!
A hand wraps around the raw nerves of my roots. They are wrong. I know them, but they are WRONG. Where is shijie? Sister... SISTER! Please!! Energy floods back in, as though it never stopped. But... but it is not clean. Like brackish water after so long in clear springs, I choke as I try to adjust.
Moving.
Running.
Where is the Divine Tree? I want to go home.
Others join. Burned. Bleeding. They have Fruit too. I have never been so close to others. They sound nervous too. Scared. But they have their family. Why do I not? There is some plan. A bridge that goes on and on. Below us are terrible things. They are talking? The end in sight.
"-viously you can't... -ep her, she's not your child. Y.. -eat thing protecting her th.. -ll be so relieved you have her child. N.. -all we have to... -ait out this..."
Something ugly is rising. Danger. DANGER. No, no, NO. STOP. Run! Bad thing is coming! I don't-! I can't-! Covetous, terrible, tar-like WRONG! Seeping up like festering! Stop it, stop it, STOP IT!!
The sound of a sword being drawn.
I am tucked close. Cradled like something precious. As a blade sings destruction through the air. A shocked and betrayed cry. Confusion. I can see horror on faces, feel terror from the other Fruit. Two of them are dead. CRUNCH. The bridge violently lists to the side, weight no longer equally supported.
Time seems to slow... as ancient metal slides free of stone.
Half those on the bridge are gone in an instant, as the floor swings out from below them like a trapdoor. Those that remain? Are the souls fast enough to grab the rail that still remains. The boards, as they fall. They hang above certain death, as their friends fall screaming in primal fear, to horrific death below.
How long can they hold on?
Especially with only one hand?
A few already lost their grip on their Fruit in the sudden shift. Can only stare in numb and mind blank horror, soul deep agony, as the bright little lights fall... and fall... and fall...
Inside my Fruit I SCREAM.
I do not remember after that. Only being born. It is a blur of trauma my mind must have refused to keep. D..Damn it. DAMN IT! I jerk away from Lei. I had known. I hadn't WANTED to know... but I had KNOWN.
The Grand Master attacks. His blade crashing like the might of a wrathful god against Lei's. Sending him sliding back. The master pressing his advantage, warriors rushing to fan out between the fighters and me.
Arms. Soft yet unimaginably powerful, the scent of tea and the medicinal flowers she proudly grew for the sect, I was pulled into an embrace. My head tucked against her neck. Arms bordering on too tight. As though I would disappear at any moment.
"Shimei.." my shijie whispered, a wounded sound. "This sister has you. We have come to rescue you. The traitor will never hurt you again. Come!"
This felt right. I nod. Follow her towards the bridge.
"Thief."
Lei's snarls. Never has there been an uglier, more venomous sound. One of the warriors, acting as a shield, dies preventing my sister from being speared through the heart from behind. Desperately, she scoops me up. Breaking into a sprint.
"Do you truely think you can take this one's Disciple from him? His WORLD!?" An unhinged laugh echoed along side the clash on blades. "There is NOWHERE you can hide her, that I will not find! She is MINE! Belongs with ME! You can run but there is NO WHERE you can hide!"
I cling to my sister as she jumps up on the rope, racing away from the gilded cage that was my only home. Over her shoulder, Lei is locked in combat. The ugly something I had always known was there, finally out in the air between us. Demonic energy spilled from him like radiation. Sickening and every bit as caustic. His eyes wild as they lock onto me.
"I'm going to BURN everything that gets in my way, my disciple." He croons, the grin spreading across his face a thing that will haunt me. "Just like before. NOTHING will keep you away from me. Nothing! I am going to hunt you down, drag you to ascension, then spend the rest of time making you MINE."
"And nothing will stop me, child. Not even you. Why?"
"Because I LOVE You."
#threepandas#yandere#yandere x reader#reader insert#yanblr#yanderecore#bad end cultivation#bad end cultivation au#immortal cultivation#not a genre i have tried before but i wanted to branch out#and i like long hair#platonic yandere#or not!#you can decide with this one#long reads#long post#tw infant death#the Fruit are technically infants#tw dark themes#cause she KNOWS but is not certain til the end
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How should I complete this look?!
Treat me ~ Tip Me ~ More of me
#I already feel pretty damn delicious but I can't decide on my hair!! Or even lipstick colour. I didn't plan that far 😅😂#Should she be blonde perhaps??? Or dark hair??? Or a soft pastel colour??? Too many possibilities 🤔#satans knitwear#Wearing one of my gorgeous 2nd hand finds over this today!! Vintage spring style for sure. I am the sunshine this January.#Stockings and suspenders#Seamed stockings#Floral lingerie bodysuit#Underbust corset#Champagne mesh corset#bi girl#cheeky#uk girl#alt pinup#pinup girl#pretty lingerie#girls with piercings#wlw
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uhh another modern au agott follow-up. They've gotten progressively sillier
#witch hat tag#orufrey#hopefully you remember where she's at. the original one about her turmoils with art was so sincere....#but this is sincere too. being a 12 year old autistic lesbian is one of the most stupid things to experience. Like what is happening.#Yeah OK maybe i'm a wee lesbo. but i'm focusing on my CAREER rn so idc about that. SO i'm very upset that other ppl are not FOCUSING!!!!#A-AND FYI MY TEACHER HE CARRIES AROUND A GIRLY LIL PURSE!!! SO THERE!!!! Why are they walking away#agott helps me have to decide how to draw expressions i have never drawn before.#i actually realised looking at the concept art book stuff more carefully that coco is canonically 14? Ok....#it's a little too cruel if theyre dealing with periods on top of saving witch society from its foibles..but ok.. i do feel that riche is 12#also coco's hair is going to turn dark green when she's an adult or something. it's 'blonder' now due to being a kid🤔#abba is bc after a big long modern au orufrey comic where they got together i just strongly felt that they slowdanced to abba that day#feeling the mirth and hope of life and 'young and sweet only 17' why didnt we get together sooner but its ok like this & i love you dearly.#teen qif secretly listening to abba heartache songs after olly's caretaker drives him away..in that faded neopets hoodie.#it became 'their music' their silly little music.. right up there with the faerie bubbles theme.. (<- frustrating neopets minigame.)
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Hermes: this is unfair. you are all MY descendants WHERE is the loyalty???
Athena, sipping sedately on wine and being cuddled by grey-eyed ithakans: you're welcome to come to family debate night if you want
#hermes#athena#shes the god who stepped up#Extremely funny to hc odysseus has grey eyes after meeting athena#cause now the first reaction u have is oh wow children of athena#odysseus at least looked somewhat like hermes. post telemachus it was all just dark hair and grey eyes lmao#epic the musical#greek mythology#one thing they all have in common tho is the laughter. every single one even ten generations down has hermes' laugh#and a penchant for thieving and trickery
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She para on my humans till I [GRUESOME SOUNDS OF BUG FUELED VIOLENCE]
Redraw of a skitter design I did a little over a year ago, comparison under the read more
And the sketch. As a little treat. Just for you.
#taylor Herbert#parahumans#parahumans worm#worm#my art#I’m sorry it’s so dark her hair being black and her suit also being black is so irritating to me#eyes changed to red to mimic a fly. face mask had a minor change to mimic the head of an ant better#antennae got a little extra prong to mimic ant pincers and also bc hollow knight fan#boots got a steel toe for maximum violence potential#suit padding was actually referenced off of motorcycle armor instead of just winging it#no skirt or belt because I don’t think the former looked good and I didn’t want to draw the latter#even if it’s not canonically accurate she needs some form of armor. Taylor your vital organs. they’re in danger.#iirc she DID put knee pads and stuff on when she first started out. and yet she refuses to wear a helmet. inevitable TBI moment.#in terms of general art stuff the posing looks so much better. look who learned about contrapposto.#and improved (a little) at anatomy. not really on costume design but we’re taking baby steps.#I’d like to thank the wormblr fans for recirculating the og post every three months or so for getting me out of my art block#nothing will make you draw faster than seeing your old art go around.#i promise I’ll finish worm one day 🫡#end of patch notes/ted talk/etc
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genuinely don't believe they will get that far, but if they do, i hope the kotlc moviemakers don't do the thing with tam and linh's hair. and maruca's
#kotlc#sigh#there's a history of poc tending to have their hair dyed on tv because just dark/black hair is too boring for the eyes or something#can we just. not do it. it doesn't even make sense. maybe instead they poured their melted registry pendant material into---#---one of their mom's sculpture creators (she's canonically a multi-medium artist) and wrecked it. therefore they still get the fuck you---#---AND they also get a cool sculpture thing they can bring along with them#kotlc tam#tam song#kotlc linh#linh song
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