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rend the infinite darkness, and crush my enemies to nothing!

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silly little fluri sketch i found from the other day

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ｗｈａｔ ｃｒｅａｔｕｒｅ ｌｉｅｓ ｉｎ ｙｏｕｒ ｓｏｕｌ？

DRAGON.

you are a powerful force, not afraid to defend what is your through fire and blood. those around you would be wise to respect the power you wield.

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ｗｈａｔ ｓｈａｔｔｅｒｓ ｙｏｕ？

BETRAYAL.

you are so tired of giving your trust away, only to have it thrown back in your face… your heart has been broken, again and again, by those you've mistakenly believed in. "perhaps this time will be different", you say. my dear, it won't. your heart is too gullible for the cruel world around you

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Today’s Tales of Sunday character goes to Yuri Lowell from Tales of Vesperia! My sister asked me to draw him like a few weeks ago and kept being like “you didn’t draw him? 🥺” so now I have :P

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gift for friend

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tov spoilers yuri and estelle Go Thru It

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ｗｈａｔ ｓｈａｄｅ ｉｓ ｙｏｕｒ ｓｏｕｌ？

BURGUNDY

"passionate" is how other view you. loud and outspoken, you speak your mind, damned be the consequences. you're the best person to bring on a fun, wild night out. you live fully, vibrantly, unapologetically.

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一些畫來印小東西的圖

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ｈｏｗ ｄｏｅｓ ｙｏｕｒ ｓｔｏｒｙ ｅｎｄ？

CONTENTED

accomplished, you rest, knowing you have earned this long sleep.

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給朋友的生日賀圖

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ｈｏｗ ｄｏ ｙｏｕ ｎｅｅｄ ｔｏ ｂｅ ｃｏｍｆｏｒｔｅｄ？

TO BE DISTRACTED.

anything. anything to get your mind off of what is happening around you… your brain won't be silent, and you need someone to take the focus away from your whirling thoughts.

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TOV

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did some vesperia chibis, i always forget how happy i get drawing these guys. i love them dearly

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ｗｈａｔ ｄａｒｋｅｒ ｌｏｖｅ ｄｏ ｙｏｕ ｅｍｂｏｄｙ？

LOVE LIKE A FESTERING WOUND.

it lingers in your heart. no medicine has ever been strong enough to diminish it… and you wished, hoped, prayed that it would. it hurts. you have carried it so long, you can hardly tell it apart from hate, now, and it becomes more difficult by the day. never returned. only yours to carry until it consumes you.