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e!sausage deleted scene has me

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what if i cried??

missing somebody you never knew

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canary’s ascent to death

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any etn fans?

date drawn: december 15th 2023

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something something she left the tower

been thinking about traffic pearl too much

this was done fast because i have school work to do, so thats why its messy

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i was thinking about that one screenshot and.. *blank*

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justice for bdubs 2024

(idk why i drew this i was struck with motivation)

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the blossom bandits

date drawn: march 9th 2024

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i just watched scott's session 7 and noticed a pattern: every single person forgot about grian.

grian hasn't been caught yet, cleo and scott establish. barely a minute later, scott is leading cleo and bigb by the hands to his secret spot and saying "i think we're the last three." like the name has slipped right out of his hands.

as etho tells the other zombies that no, actually, he doesn't want to kill cleo, it occurs to him suddenly. "actually, i kind of want grian to succeed on this, don't i? he's my teammate," he says, not like he doesn't care for grian, but like he's shocked he even forgot in the first place. (seconds later, he lifts his gaze to the sky, and he sees where grian is hiding. he's the only one who sees. he carries this secret with him as he watches grian run, an apology of sorts; sorry I forgot. I hope this makes it better.)

but it got me thinking: this is what grian does, isn't it? even since 3rd life, where he hid in the shadow of scar, whose face was always, always in the light, as he burrowed under doorways, covered in redstone and days-old blood. no one thinks of him as scar sells them the coffins grian will put them in.

grian has mastered the art of becoming nothing. he's so nothing, in fact, that his presence glances off the skin of even his friends. his name slips away from them. he disappears time and time again, falling through their fingers like sand. there are brief moments: "where's grian?" someone asks, but their blood is boiling and their fingers are itching. the image is a mirage and the sand crumbles at their fingertips. it's gone as soon as it comes; back to cleo, green cleo, uninfected cleo.

a reminder, perhaps from the universe itself. he is nothing but a ghost of a memory, a whisper of a promise. this is by design. the universe is telling him this, as it strings grian up limb by limb: you were only ever meant to watch.

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Do you want to be friends?

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and if you're fine with that you can be mine

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icarus and the sun

(this took FOREVER i never want to draw wings again)

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our tampon queen <33

if you know what this is you are fabulous

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The bar was so low it was practically a tripping hazard in Hell, yet here you are, limbo dancing with the devil

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W H A T

1K NOTES IN A DAY?????

HELLO??????

THANK YOU???

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your art style is just so wonderful, it reminds me of s’mores

i was just wondering what people thought my art tasted like

and thank you <3

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jazzy lounge club singer cleo for @hermitzine !! closeup under da cut >>>

PUKES i’m so delighted that my silly jazz au got to be apart of an incredible collection of works for this project waaaah

in all honesty, the idea for this au started when i applied to this zine months before i even knew i was accepted. so in a way, it was sort of manifested :^) this was the most self indulgent, opulent thing i could create for this zine, cleo in a beautiful red dress with lots of jewelry, glitz and glam, and of course a little sparkley eye makeup /swoons