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He hasn't had a name for 27 years, and that's not changing now. X'D

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A Wild Phineas has appeared!!

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Cleaning up my apartment and found an Unfinished Sketch. X'D

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I doodled for my own fanfic/podfic. X'D I swear I'm obsessed

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I doodled for my own fanfic/podfic. X'D I swear I'm obsessed

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My friend got me a tiny sketchbook for my birthday, and this is the first sketch therein. *^_^* I'm so happy with this

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I gave myself permission to draw like shit. This is what came out. X'D

It Amuses me so. X'D

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I yearned for suits. If I cannot own them, I will draw them.

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You alive there?

This one works, too. Weird.

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Not me being totally obsessed with Daisy Bell and writing alternative lyrics for the hell of it. XD

[sweetheart, sweetheart,] can I please marry you? [I want to start to] know a love so true can I please have your hand I can't afford a wedding band but you'd outshine all in city hall as both of us say "I do"

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I went to a buffet yesterday to try and make myself relax. I accidentally grabbed too many napkins and decided to make use of them.

It was fun.

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I wanted to draw, and I couldn't figure out what. So have some doodles, I suppose.

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A beginning that got rewritten

The afternoon sun burns a golden, reddish hue, and its waning rays filter beautifully through the windows.  The light casts the second floor of the library in its warm glow, barely illuminating the lines and lines of text that are spread across the study table.  Long shadows obscure some of the words, and the final student in the library blinks.

Oh, he realizes, briefly checking the wristwatch that his uncle gave him.  I’ve been here for four hours.

Upon that realization, Lan Wangji realizes that, yes, his back is stiff and, yes, his hands are sore.  He’s a voracious reader and will devour any musical composition—down to its technical components—if given the chance, but he truly does lose himself to the only world he can ever fully communicate in sometimes.

He stretches because he’s fully aware that he needs to take care of his body if he would like it to take care of him.  He cannot focus on studying and progressing if he allows himself to have aches and pains that fester and slow him down.  He wouldn’t be able to play that way.

The world around him, beyond the fading sunlight and growing shadows, starts to fall into place.  His books aren’t the only ones out, and his table isn’t the only one with personal effects on it.  He is, however, the last person in the room. Well, that makes sense.  It is time for dinner.  Lan Wangji supposes that most of the students must have gone to the cafeteria. 

Listen: this was fun to write, but it didn't fit with the characterization for Lan Wangji in this story. XD rip me.

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FINALLY able to mess with my tablet again. XD did some doodles while listening to my Just Dance playlist, so these are it. XD

For those of you who are not fluent in my chicken scratch, the words are "Beautiful Liar" and "Apache Jump On It," which are the respective songs for those drawings. XD

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no one needs to know, ok? shhhh

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dumbass trio, my beloved.

Edit: finished version here!

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He is babie. Babie with secrets, but babie nonetheless.