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basically how it went, right? (other versions under cut)

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4am brainrot

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creature

timelapse v

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hunger

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I have reached my audience

This is chapter 16 TO MEEE

https://www.tumblr.com/yanigma/754184725704441856/dunno-if-ever-finishing-this-but-eat-up?source=share

ANON MY LOVE!!! You scandalous little thing, class please see the photo HERE.

You are so bad (100% correct) 🙂‍↕️ cant you just hear Suguru bouncing Satoru in his lap (on his dick) praising him for being so pretty and well-mannered and finishing his French toast with the buttercream icing?

At least that’s what Satoru was picturing. He wrote that scene himself and sent the draft over for publishing.

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dunno if ever finishing this but

eat up

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commission :>

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since no one on my team is Gen Z I've taken it on myself to bring that energy in

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this is supposed to be geto but . yk

sketch under the cut

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he likes hiding in there

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save me, jolyne, save meee

sketched this out on paper, scanned and touchpad-ed in photoshop, my fingertips have been erased ;-;

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ik tumblr doesnt really care much about ocs but- Inedis, a DnD npc my players may or may not come across :>

(scanned from my sketchbook and reworked a bit digitally, peek that tasty pencil texture grhrghehr)

(an active warning to the player on this platform that would see this 👹prepare urself <3)

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hello there

sketch and timelapse under the cut

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funny how these two are 10 years apart in canon and irl just 17 hours 💀

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im very late for valentines day but heres a comic about confessing

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uh happy valentines !

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aaaAAAA chapter 2 posted! Curse of the Unwilling - stsg angst where love cursing is the driving force <3

Chapter Summary:

It was Suguru's.

Ripped from his shell like the last page from a book.

Touching it felt strange, familiar, yet dirty and unbecoming. Once put down at an arm's length away, he was staring numbly at it. It didn't even feel real, everything that led to this.

Deep breaths, in and out. Closing his eyes, he begins to unweave the knit of his techniques. He has had them relentlessly up for so long that now he feels bare, naked, vulnerable. It was swimming through his head that here would not be the best place for whatever he would be doing, but nowhere else felt fitting, nor would he have entertained the time to go someplace other.

As soon as the last threads unhatched, foreign cursed energy infiltrated him harsh.

(ALSO thank you to everybody who has been so goddamn kind and supportive of this endeavor, you have a special cozy place in my heart :> <3)