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dot, my beloved 💕

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Save me hot boi, save me

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prayer, jorie graham

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Full art is probably gonna happen too, but for now: I LOVE CROKAS 😭

When Alex described his four-legged walk I just could not resist to turn the gator energy on his design to the max

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Golden Experience Requiem and Burning Down The House

Both stands have the same stats: All null

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for the doodle prompt: moonward’s fiona & jacob on a taxidermy pufferfish drink date OR evoroa demolishing a giant fruit basket as she deserves

Okay so this ended up being a lot more than a silly doodle, but let's be real it's what Evoroa and Gona deserve. I've decided Keyleth and some other level 20s - druids or worshippers of the Wildmother - decided to magically encourage the gardens into some cross-seasonal stuff so that their moon guests can see and try a bunch of things.

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Been showing a friend taz balance for the first time (we are halfway done with stolen century at the time of this post) which means I'm listening to taz balance all the way through for the first time in like 7 years so I wanted to make myself some wallpapers for my phone's lock screen :] great opportunity to tweak my old designs for these guys and see my progress as a character designer since I was a teenager lol! alt text should have image descriptions if Tumblr logged them properly.

Bonus Fisher under the cut vvv

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Three Scholars Stroll.

(Print)

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Crab gentleman Rlain ahead

For the Storming Disco collection!

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pleasure reading <3

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There she was, with legs longer than the 20th century. Her blood-red silk dress, made by the raw goods, factories and logistics of a dozen countries, barely covered her curves. She lit a cigarette, shining with the dull red of a hundred revolutions.

Francis Fukuyama nearly fell from the chair he himself had made when he saw her coming in. He knew he should have locked that door. But he also knew she would come back. She would always be back. It was just a matter, like anything else on his profession, of time.

"History?" he asked, trying to sound academic, with a gasp almost escaping his throat when he smelled the smoke of ashes yet to settle.

"Oh, you recognized me, darling..." she smirked, as she walked towards him, her body flowing like a dialectical contradiction.

"I... I... thought we were done." Fukuyama stammered, sweat dripping from his forehead, his sociocultural paradigm failing faster than his composure.

"Oh, honey..." History purred with a voice husky from a thousand discourses... "We are done when I say we are done."

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my finger has now been hecked up (medical term) for 12 weeks and they still don't know what's wrong with it

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Just gets BETTER AND BETTER!!!!

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dot sketches

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tell me my prof didn’t upload the reading by photocopying his kindle reader page by page