#( vis.: lickety split )

[unitron-squad-iota]

[swan2swan]

One of the most important skills anyone who does literary analysis must learn is the ability to see things from a character's perspective.

And I don't mean "empathize with oppressed people" or "literal POV", I mean that you need to be able to get into a character's head and erase everything that YOU know as a person and rebuild the world from THEIR perspective.

Getting into this discussion now vis a vis people judging Mayuri, Nemu, and their relationship. Yeah, he's a terrible person. In their first fight together, she jumps in the way for him and sets him up for a decisive blow, letting herself get cut apart in the process. His response is to chastise her for performing poorly, and then he begins to stomp on her and threaten to kill her when she asks for healing so she doesn't bleed out.

He then chillingly reveals that he can do whatever he wants to her because she's his daughter.

This is where people start to lose their focus: because, from his perspective, the claim is mocking but accurate. He used his DNA, he created her, he raised her, he keeps her around, for all intents and purposes, Nemu is his daughter. On paper, it all adds up.

But she's also just a creation to him. To him, Nemu is just a robot. The Creature of Doctor Frankenstein. She's his seventh version of the experiment, we learn later, as well: to him, there's apparently no difference between her and the seventh attempt at making a security eyeball. She's a tool. If it breaks, it can be fixed. It screams, it's just a distress call. She eats, it's to sustain her energy. She draws and colors, she's keeping her brain fresh. She bleeds, it's just a leak and can be fixed. That's all she is to him.

And, yes, he's obviously evil. That's why he gets obliterated there...and then Nemu expresses thanks that Uryu didn't kill Mayuri thoroughly, and reveals that she feels some love and loyalty to him.

...whcih she later also reveals is logically determined, because she casually brushes aside the notion that Szayelaporro taking her as a hostage will have any effect on Mayuri. Her body is ravaged, and Mayuri once again just brings her back to life, lickety-split. She's still a tool. (but there is a moment where Mayuri tunes everything else out to go and inspect her).

But we also learn something very wicked about him there: Nemu has drugs in her system to protect her. It's very much implied that the specific drug Szayel triggered was in the event of bodily violation: Mayuri doesn't want anyone taking advanatage of his precious Nemu. Obviously, it's a logical move, just another security measure, but Mayuri has all sorts of protective measures on her that show he's concerned about her.

He just doesn't realize that he's getting attached.

So, yeah, his relationship with her is pretty terrible...at the start. But if you get into his head, you see that he's a deranged, immortal scientist to whom life has absoolutely Zero Meaning outside of progress, research, and advancement. He's an organism that continually adapts; his speech scoffing on the idea of perfection shows that he has a fear of stagnation and ceasing. He has to keep progressing, he can't be weak. That's who he is. Yeah, he's evil, you shouldn't really be like him, but as a whole, he's not exactly WRONG. He's the cold hand of science and evolution given form.

And in the end, he starts to gain emotions. The sadism recedes a little. He's got softness. And that's his greatest creation. His development isn't anywhere near finished, either, so...you have to consider that.

[groovetrill]

De lejito' la sentí, yo la vi

Se cree que estoy pichando y yo que la quiero aquí

Baby, no te haga', que me han habla'o de ti

Se nota que estás loca de entrar al VIP

Sí, yo sé que ella quiere que yo me la lleve

Hoy lleva mirando to'a la noche y yo sin miedo voy

Ay, that pussy lickety-split, ah

En la cama un feat, obliga'o que eso es un hit, uh (Period)

Vente conmigo, you boring shit (Ajá)

Let me see you strip (Mhm), dame con el whip, ah

Y2K, come to your city (Uh)

Yo te chingo mirando el arcoíri' (Grr)

Te mojaste y me manchaste los AMIRI

Tú sabe' quién yo soy, si no pregúntale a Siri (Uh)

Cha-Chamaquita, pero yo soy old school

Llégale al crib, mami, like you supposed to

Tímida, pero sabe what we gon' do (Yes)

Tírate un paso, baby, go, one, two

Que tú ere' la del bloque, mami, haz que me sofoque

Llevo par de trago' y ya me siento alofoke

Me gusta cómo hace' que rebote

Salimo' de la disco directo pa'l bote

Sí, yo sé que ella quiere que yo me la lleve

Hoy lleva mirando to'a la noche y yo sin miedo voy

Sí, yo sé que ella quiere que yo me la lleve

Hoy lleva mirando to'a la noche y yo sin miedo voy

[chibiskittleslovesponies]

The Missing Licketies.

Argentinian Lickety-Split Variant I c (magenta eyes)

Argentinian Lickety-Split Variant III a (Light pink hair)

Argentinian Lickety-Split Variant IV a (orange hair)

Argentinian Lickety-Split Variant VI (Pink body/lavender hair)

Italian Blue Lickety Split (Either Spain or No Country, i am not picky!)

Peruvian Lickety-Split I (Mint green hair)

Peruvian Lickety-Split III (purple hair)

Spanish Lickety-Split Variant I (No country)

Venezuelan White Lickety-Split

Venezuelan Blue Lickety-Split

Venezuelan Blonde Lickety-Split Variant III

Venezuelan Bisanti Green Squeaky Butt This is a list of ALL the Lickety Splits I am missing to complete my Army.... juuuuust realized i forgot one though. US BABY Stuffed LS. >>

[grimoire-of-geekery]

Kefka’s Gold Saucer: Quarantine Edition!

Bah! I'm bored! And it's Jesterfest! We're supposed to be having fun, and instead we're all trapped inside our houses.

Therefore, I'm going to run a special! From now until May 2nd, I'm doing 20$ Jesterfest readings! Introducing Kefka's Gold Saucer: Quarantine Edition!

Options: - Scatter-Spray Blizzaga: a Spread for Anticipating Trouble - Twisty-Turny Blizzaga: a Spread for the Unexpected - Waggly-Wobbly Extra-Crispy Firaga: a Spread for Success - Lickety-Split Zap-Trap Thundaga: a Spread for Understanding Relationships

For these, I use my Final Fantasy VI themed "Blackjack" playing card deck, and your reading will be put together in a PDF with a retro-video game theme!

PLUS- each reading you get will earn you points! For every card in the reading, you get one point. Since each of these spreads has a random number of cards in it, you could win big, or win small, but everyone's a winner!

"What do the points do?" I'm glad you asked!

You can cash them in for prizes- free readings of various different kinds! I'll put together a prize list, but we'll have the Arcanima spread for summoning, various simple spell spread for specific help (like the Banish spell for "how can I make this problem just go away?"), and the infamous Time Compression spread. Oooooooh... *makes woogy wobbly hands*

Finally, every dollar I make from this, I solemnly swear to spend frivolously. Maybe I'll start buying Lego sets! Or maybe I'll make a random donation to someone! I'll come up with a random list of what to do with each payment, and roll dice to determine the outcome.

Seriously, I'm so bored. Hit me up!

*Disclaimer: Rune is bored, so this special will last so long as he doesn't get bored of it. In anticipation of way too many requests, availability may vary based on how much or little sleep he's gotten, and how much time he ends up with on his hands. Finally, readings will take 24 to 48 hours to complete at maximum. For more information on spreads, visit the Jesterfest section of his Grimoire page at grimoire-of-geekery.tumblr.com/links

[ericsonclan]

An Unexpected Setback

Summary: The halflings and Brody head out to start their adventure together only to come across something unexpected: another halfling and a human child.

Read on A03: 

The next day they headed out of the tavern with full bellies and excited chatter, all dreaming of what they would accomplish. Brody had acclimated quite nicely to life with three halflings, maintaining a languid stroll as her three new friends bustled down the street. They weren’t sure exactly what the right next move was, but had decided together that they should start by going to the town square to see if they could find any postings or hear any news of upcoming quests. Thus they found themselves in the busiest part of the market when Louis happened to bump into a stranger.

“Oh, my apologies,” he offered routinely before letting out a surprised gasp at seeing he had collided with a halfling girl.

She smiled at him prettily, batting her eyes before continuing on her way.

“W-wait!” Louis exclaimed before being dragged along by Violet. “Vi, that was another halfling! Out here, in the world! We should have befriended her!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Violet muttered. “She was clearly busy and so are we. C’mon, I’m itching to find our first quest!”

Once they’d reached the town square, they made their way over to the nearest bulletin board, reading as far up as they could before relying on Brody to tell them what the quests on the top of the board said. Many of them seemed far above their level of experience, but there was one quest to clear a manor of pesky squirrels that seemed like a safe enough start.

“Not sure how much help I’ll be,” Brody murmured, looking down at the ground. “I don’t have any fighting experience or even any sort of sword,”

Louis patted her wrist reassuringly. “No worries! It’s not like we have to kill the squirrels, just clear them out! Tell you what, we’ll buy you a net. Then you can catch the squirrels while we scare them your way. Lemme just get some coins out, then we’ll find a good net and-” He froze, feeling around in his pack with a silent panic. He looked inside, having no better luck as he continued to rummage. “I-I’ve been robbed!” he squeaked in disbelief.

“You sure you didn’t just drop your coin purse or forget it at the inn?” Violet asked.

“No, it was just here! I could feel it weighing me down. I just got distracted reading the quests ‘cause I was so excited and didn’t realize till now!” He swung around wildly, searching the surrounding area. Suddenly his eyes lighted on the halfling girl. “Hey, maybe she can help! I bet she has more experience in this town then we do!”

Omar shrugged. “Worth a shot,”

They scampered over to her. The girl seemed shocked as they eagerly surrounded her, but kept an even stance, eyeing each of them in turn.

“Name’s Louis!” Louis thrust his hand forward in greeting.

She stared at it without moving.

Louis awkwardly pocketed his hand. “We were wondering if as a fellow halfling you’d be willing to help us. I seem to have misplaced my coin purse. I’m sure you’d be able to help us lickety split, right? Are you from around these parts?”

The girl shook her head. Her expression began to warm to them. “Just passing through. I’d be happy to help you though. Where did you last see it?”

Louis eagerly guided her back to the quest board where he’d realized the coin pure was missing, the others trailing behind the pair as they began their search. Louis quickly found himself quite taken with the girl. Her curly hair fell in ringlets around her face, framing it beautifully. Her golden eyes crinkled in amusement at each phrase he spoke, and her nose wrinkled playfully as well. She might just be the prettiest halfling girl he’d ever laid eyes on. He was about to ask her if she had any interest in joining their group in their adventures as well when Violet swore angrily behind him.

“My pouch is missing too! This is worse than we thought!”

Brody emptied her pockets worriedly. “Nothing of mine is missing, but then again I don’t think thieves would be very interested in loose buttons and a spool of thread,”

The halfling girl shook her head in annoyance. “Honestly, people in towns are the worst! No respect for private property, just taking whatever they please!”

“It really is awful!” Louis assented, nodding emphatically. “Thievery like this never happened back home. Halflings are too pure of heart to even consider stealing. We work hard for our breakfasts each and every day!”

“Not sure you’ve ever worked hard a day in your life,” Violet challenged. “But that’s beside the point. We have to find our money or none of us will eat!”

With that threat looming over their heads, the group continued their search in earnest, examining every nook and cranny and asking each stranger they came across if they’d seen anything. No luck. After a good few hours of searching they collapsed in exhaustion by the town well, taking off their packs and breathing heavily as they tried to sort themselves out.

Violet kicked the side of the well in anger. “Nothing! We’ve searched for hours and we’ve gotten nowhere! How could this have happened?”

“Don’t give up, Vi!” Louis said encouragingly, offering her a turn drinking from the cup they’d rustled up to fetch some of the water. “Worst comes to worst, we sell a few things from our packs to get Brody that net, then we head off on our squirrel herding quest. It’ll be a blast!”

Suddenly they heard a loud slap and a distressed cry. Omar leapt up from where he’d been sitting, eyes wild. “He tried to steal my cheese!” he shouted, pointing to the culprit.

A young boy, barely over 5, crouched beside the well, panicked. The belt he wore round his waist held three coin purses. It was all their money! He was the thief!

“A.J., run!” the halfling girl suddenly cried. She leapt forward, grabbing all three of their packs in a surprising show of strength before booking it out of the square.

“Stop, thief! Stop!” the halflings cried, chasing her as quickly as they could. Brody quickly outpaced them, almost catching up to the halfling girl until she took a sudden sharp turn, disappearing into an alleyway. They continued their chase, in desperate pursuit of her and the boy who’d rejoined her, but to no avail. They found themselves trapped at a dead end, watching helplessly as she and the child scaled the wall effortlessly.

“How could you?” Louis cried desperately. “Betraying your own kind? Turning against good, honest halfling folk for your own gain? You dishonor the halfling name!”

The girl turned around at those words, glaring down at them as her child companion towered behind her, his afro making her look tiny in comparison, but doing nothing to diminish her ferocity. “How dare I? I dare because halflings never did a thing for me! You’ll be fine without all your coin and fancy snacks. Go on back to your little town and let this be a lesson that fools like you have no place in the real world!” With that she turned, leaping down from the roof and onto the next building. Soon both thieves were gone and the four adventurers were left standing aimlessly in a deserted alleyway, penniless and bewildered.

Was their adventure over before it had even truly began?

[lovebestsubwooferuniverse-blog]

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[ponyguru]

Ponyguru’s MLP Wantlist!

So I’ve said in my sales posts, I’m open for trades - but trading what??

Well, I’ve slowed WAY down in buying G4 stuff new, so honestly, you could probably grab something off the shelf to trade! But I also have an extensive want list for G1-3 ponies, which I will leave here! 

I also collect:

Little Pretties

Fairy Tail Birds

Barbie

Monster High

Moondreamers

So hey, if you have other 80s stuff you think I might like, lemme know! Thanks for reading!

[schotsenscheef]

Uitdrukkingen, randomheden, nog meer religie, die Oost-Vlaamse blonde en een schone zonsondergang.

Laten we eerst beginnen met een aantal leuke uitdrukkingen:

Lickety split = onmiddellijk. Voorbeeld: ‘I’m gonna kill that stupid unionist lickety split.’

Happy days = joepie = een goede huidige situatie. Voorbeeld: ‘The clinic (raadpleging) has been cancelled, happy days!’

What a (wee) dote = wat een dotje. Geen voorbeeld nodig denk ik.

I’m roasting/roasted = ik ga dood van de hitst. Wat de Ieren veel vaker zeggen dan ge zou verwachten, omdat ze absoluut niet tegen de hitst kunnen.

Vervolgens vervolg ik graag met volgende info voor mijn gevolg:

vrouwelijke dokters hebben hier de gewoonte hun pen in hun haar te steken, voor hun dot of staart. Zelfs vrouwen boven de 60. Al het personeel gebruikt hier trouwens zwarte pennen, want dat is ‘keuriger’ dan blauwe. Om een of andere duistere reden.

alle liften praten hier. En ik zie het nut er niet zoooo hard van in. Tuurlijk ‘voor de blinden’, maar die liften zijn hier gewoon irritant. ‘Doors opening’ ‘doors closing’ ‘lift going up’ ‘first floor’ ‘second floor’ ‘doors opening’ ‘doors closing’. Aangezien blinden vaak een uitstekend gehoor hebben, denk ik dat ze wel kunnen horen wanneer de liftdeuren open- en weer dichtgaan. En als ze zowel blind als doof zijn, hebben ze toch niks aan een pratende lift.

In de supermarkten ziet ge vaak 2 soorten checkouts: daar waar geen alcohol gekocht kan worden, en daar waar wel alcohol gekocht kan worden. Ik had al verschillende theorieën gehoord wat de reden hiervan was, maar ik heb het dan maar gewoon gevraagd aan de knul achter de niet-alcohol kassa (KIJK, IK KOOP NIET ALTIJD ALCOHOL HOOR). De reden: in de supermarkt werken -18-jarigen, en die mogen simpelweg geen alcohol verkopen. Weer een dwaze regel.

Ze zijn hier niet zo into ‘slaatjes’ voor op de boterham. Ik heb hier nog nergens eiersla of iets dergelijks gevonden. Ik heb daar eens achter gevraagd in de winkel, en de man bekeek me een beetje raar. PAS OP: ge kunt dat wel kopen al gesmeerd tussen 2 bokes, maar een apart potteke is tot nog toe onvindbaar. Mal. In het ziekenhuis merk ik wel dat ze eerder slaatjes (als in groenten met rijst of pasta ofzo) eten als lunch. En als ze dan toch iets kopen voor tussen de boterham in de winkel, is het eerder kaas of vlezekes.

Als ik in bad lig, kan ik de kranen (warm en koud) bedienen met mijn voeten. De hemel.

Naast soda farls en pizzadeeg, heb ik mijn bakkunsten uitgebreid met scones. SCOOOONES <3.

Ik kreeg overlaatst – ik las het de dag na de beruchte 12 juli – een mailtje van de KUL met onder andere volgende ‘regeltjes’ voor studenten in de UK. Spreekt voor zich dat ik alle regels heb gebroken op 12 juli. Oeps. Ook daarna nog hoor. Wa zijn da nu ook voor regels.

Nog een paar woordjes over religie/politiek: ik weet niet meer hoeveel ik hierover al heb verteld, maar om jullie nog meer een idee te geven hoe belachelijk dat hier is:

Ge kunt vaak weten of ge in protestants (unionisten) of katholiek (nationalisten) gebied wandelt/fietst/zijt door te kijken naar de omgeving. Veel straten hebben vlaggetjes van ofwel de UK-vlag ofwel de Ierse vlag. Verder zijn de straatnamen in katholiek gebied vaak ook nog eens vertaald in het Iers (Gallisch).

Soms kijken ze zelfs naar de kleur van de kleren die ge draagt. Zeker rond de 12e juli moet ge oppassen dat ge niet per ongeluk groen draagt (van de Ierse vlag) wanneer ge u in vollenbak unionistengebied bevindt. Tenzij ge in elkaar geslagen wilt worden, dan doet ge wat ge wilt.

Nog wat meer over het ziekenhuisleven

De rest van de week op materniteit is nog interessant geweest, en ik heb enkele ‘babychecks’ kunnen doen, wat eigenlijk de reden was waarom ik in de eerste plaats naar de materniteit moest. Die week was er ook een jongetje geboren die niet bij de moeder mocht/kon blijven o.w.v. allerlei sociale redenen. Of de moeder wou hem niet, of geen idee. Die baby verbleef dan maar enkele dagen in het kantoortje van de vroedvrouwen. Als er een saai moment was, mocht ik kleine Patrick wat liefde geven en vasthouden. Ik had heel erg gehoopt dat ik de hielpriktest mocht doen bij Patrick (en de assistent zei dat het mocht), maar de stomme vroedvrouw vond dat toch wel een ‘te cruciale test om door een studentje te laten uitvoeren’. Ik had bij een prematuur eerder die week zelfs al in de hiel mogen prikken voor een gewone bloedtest, maar HOW, bij de hielpriktest moet ge OOK wel druppels bloed opvangen in een cirkeltje op een kaartje eh man. ZAG ER ECHT KEIMOEILIJK UIT JA, AMAI. Anyways, weer een leerdoel dat ik niet kan halen omdat sommige vroedvrouwen stom zijn. Jammerspijtig.

Terug in het kinderziekenhuis, kreeg ik te horen dat er 2 gevallen van mazelen waren. Ik denk dat ik het in een van mijn Schotlandtekstjes wel heb aangehaald dat ze in Schotland mijn immuniteit voor mazelen/rubella/bof hebben getest en ik niet beschermd bleek te zijn, waarop ze mij opnieuw hebben gevaccineerd. Wat een mazzel, want ik had met 1 van die mazelenpatiënten al contact gehad vóór mijn week op de materniteit. Fun fact: de dokters hadden mij naar die mazelenpatiënt gestuurd toen ze nog niet wisten dat het mazelen was, zodat ik mijn anamnese en klinisch onderzoek kon oefenen. Omdat de mama afwezig was en kindje nogal lastig, heb ik alleen een heel beperkt klinisch onderzoek gedaan. Hier komt ie: ik had mazelen vrij hoog in mijn lijstje van mogelijke diagnoses staan, maar er was nadien geen tijd meer om te vragen aan de artsen of het dat kon zijn, en toen was het plots weekend. Toen ik na mijn week materniteit terug kwam naar het kinderziekenhuis, bleek dat ze toch enkele dagen hebben nodig gehad om mazelen te diagnosticeren bij het kindje. Noouuu. Hier even ook een foto van het kinderziekenhuis, met een mooie ufo als herkenningspunt.

Ok, ik denk dat ik weer ben bijgepraat over ‘voor vorig weekend’. Nog even melden dat Céderic alvast correct heeft gezien dat 1 van de prachtige quizvragen ‘windmolens’ zijn. Het dier is tot op heden nog niet geraden. Slackers. Tip: het is een nog niet uitgestorven diersoort.

Vorig weekend was een heel erg leuk weekend, want ik had zeer aangenaam bezoek. WIE DAN? Het lief? Haha, nee. Zussen? Hanee, die komen deze week. Ouders? Janee eh, die zijn al geweest. Ann-Sophie? Correct! Huh, wie is Ann-Sophie? Een mede-geneeskundestudent van Leuven die woont in Oost-Vlaanderen maar ik eigenlijk pas tegoei heb leren in Mechelen tijdens mijn vorige stage en die zo zot genoeg was om vrijdagavond met het vliegtuig naar Dublin te gaan om daar dan een bus te pakken naar Belfast en dan nog eens een taxi naar mijn hotel en dan zondag in de vroege namiddag dezelfde route terug. We hebben eigenlijk niet bijster veel gedaan, maar vooral véél rondgewandeld in Belfast en natuurlijk bijgepraat. De St George’s market, het Victoria shopping centre met de koepel, Cornmarket, het gebied aan de unief met de rozentuin en andere bloemenpracht, City Hall… kregen zaterdag allemaal hoog bezoek van deze blonde krullenkoppen. Een zelfgemaakte pizza verder hebben we ons ook schuldig gemaakt aan netflix en chill, maar dan letterlijk i.p.v. figuurlijk (ja hoor oudjes, google dat ook maar eens ;D). Zondag zijn we voornamelijk naar Titanic Quarter, inclusief de blauwe vis, geweest. Om de beentjes en ook wat tijd te sparen, en omdat het openbaar vervoer hier viesh shlech is, hebben we ook nog even decadent een taxi genomen tot de busterminal, alwaar Ann-Sophie mij alweer moest verlaten. De taxichauffeur vond dat we moesten wenen, maar daar zijn we veel te stoer voor.

Side note: Ann-Sophie test op deze laatste foto even het ‘piss off’ teken uit. Het is een soort van fuck you hier, maar dan amicaler. 

Maandag en vandaag zijn het echt prachtige zonnige dagen, dus sturen ze mij al wat vroeger naar huis. Maandag was de raadpleging ook gewoon snel gedaan omdat mensen gewoon niet opdagen als het zo mooi weer is. En vandaag dwong de arts mij praktisch om naar huis te gaan en van het uitzonderlijke weer te genieten. Maar hé, hier lig ik dan, de blog te typen i.p.v. in die zon te gaan zitten. Gelukkig is em bijna klaar! Maandagavond ben ik tot aan Cave Hill gefietst (wat verder was dan verwacht en toch wel een halfuur fietsen) om daar dan te voet tot op de top te geraken voor de zonsondergang. Vanuit het hotel of city centre ziet ge namelijk de zon niet echt ondergaan omdat die heuvels in de weg staan. Dus was het al langer mijn doel om op een heldere avond eens een top te beklimmen om de zon fatsoenlijk te zien ondergaan. Ook hebt ge een facking prachtig zicht op de stad en zee vanop die heuvel. Anyways: ik heb de zon zien zakken, hoewel dan niet in de zee. Ik had er een beetje voor moeten heuvel-lopen, maar missie keihard geslaagd.

Ik was duidelijk niet de enige met dat meesterlijke plan, maar dat vond ik niet zo erg. De route ging namelijk een stukje door donker bos, en de terugweg (toen de zon dus onder was) was natuurlijk NOG donkerder. De laatste dagen heb ik nogal veel artikels zien verschijnen over verkrachting, moord en vermiste mensen, dus ik was opgelucht dat er nog andere meisjes-mensen door het bos liepen. De terugweg met de fiets was een beetje zoeken, want mijn gsm was ongeveer plat (mijn oplaadkabel is zodanig kapot dat die zo’n 5% per uur oplaadt) en het was al donker, en ik was in een deel waar ik nog nooit eerder had gefietst. Maar ik kwam de straten van de heenweg uiteindelijk weer tegen en vond de weg terug. Toen zag ik dat de Tesco (supermarkt) nog open was (tot middernacht, fantastisch!) en heb ik ook maar meteen inkopen gedaan.

Ohja, op de heenweg ontdekte ik trouwens deze hidden gem, een zwanenmeer:

Dahaaaaag! xxx

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SHE'S SO CUTE I WANNA HUG HERRRR

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reference drawings so far!

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LOOK AT TINY!!!!!!! SHES SO CUUUUUTE!!!!!!!