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the fate of the universe depending on these 5 people with combined 99 mental illnesses is kinda insane

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in bloom

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PRETTY PRINCESS SKWISGAAR ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🎉🎉🎉🎉

i had fun drawing this

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Witness the stars shatter before you... survive or be destroyed, there is no other choice.

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“Nihil dūrāre potest tempore perpetuō; cum bene sōl nituit, redditur ōceanō; dēcrēscit Phoebē, quae modo plēna fuit; ventōrum feritās saepe fit aura levis.”

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“Nothing can endure for all time; when the sun has shined well, it is returned to the sea; the moon has grown small, which was just now full; the wildness of winds often becomes a gentle breeze.”

A graffito found near a tavern in Pompeii.

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Gold ring with onyx intaglio stone

The intaglio depicts a man (a boy standing behind him) offering a severed head to a general, who is seated in front of a herm.  A soldier leaning on a spear stands behind the general.  

Roman,  late 2nd–early 3rd century A.D. (Mid-Imperial)

Source: Met Museum

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“Multās per gentēs et multa per aequora vectus, adveniō hās miserās, frāter, ad īnferiās, ut tē postrēmō dōnārem mūnere mortis et mūtam nēquīquam alloquerer cinerem. Quandoquidem fortūna mihī tētē abstulit ipsum, heu, miser idignē frāter adēmpte mihi, nunc tamen intereā haec, prīscō quae mōre parentum trādita sunt trīstī mūnere ad īnferiās, accipe, frāternō multum mānantia flētū, atque in perpetuum, frāter, avē atque valē.”

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“Carried through many nations and over many seas, I arrive, brother, at these miserable funeral rites in order that I might give you the last offering of death and speak in vain to your silent ashes. Since fortune took your very self from me, oh miserable brother, unfairly taken away from me; now, nevertheless, for the moment receive these things––which by the ancient custom of our parents have been handed down as a mournful offering for your burial––greatly soaked with a brother’s tears, and for forever: hello, my brother, and goodbye.”

Gaius Valerius Catullus, Carm. 101. for his brother who died in Bithynia, written in the 1st century BCE.

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grocery shopping with zero sense of distance

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you should get sharp fangs if you're a herrscher. As a treat

+ bonus Astral Express fangs club sketch

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Teaching my new Weird little protégé how to Trailblaze :).

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So recently I watched Metalcockonlips....

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Quincy and Topper!

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