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Some recent doodles

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There's nothing wrong with it, i'm just ashamed💥

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The brubers playin some modded minecraft (based on real life events aka me and my own lil bro lmfao)

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Four horsemen of the apocalypse - death

Death is the only horseman that doesn’t need to mount their horse; they will reach everyone eventually. Who is the saddle for then?

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9AM in Station Square

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wip I’m dealing with artblock rip

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He turns away, the faint padding of his bare footsteps beginning to fade as the boy approaches the doorframe. But they do not reach the border before the steps hush to a premature silence. Gagana grips the boy's arm with a trembling firm grip.

"Stay. Time has been moving forward too much, I feel." Through the windows, the waves roar outside the dim lighthouse. But Gagana is louder than the crashing sea with the force of their steady voice. "Don't you think it would be pleasant to still the hands of time.. for just a bit little longer?"

The boy turns around, meeting Gagana with a hopelessly undecipherable look. He notices how Gagana's eyes almost seem to grow desperate upon seeing him turn around.

"For once, I want to be able to keep the things dear to me." Gagana's transcluscent eyes seemingly beginning to glossen. "And you leaving would mean that I was never born to cherish anything."

The stillness of the quietness in this given moment was one Gagana could cherish internally, but it goes unfulfilled as the boy shakes their grip off of his arm; a malice in his eyes flare from the rays given off from the cloudy window.

"For a supposed former deva over gods, you still have a lot to learn, huh? Things change, and so have I. I don't need your little worms and bindings anymore. I have already taken everything from you."

The boy says this with a biting tongue in a furrowed glare, but somehow, there's a conflictedness in the brashness of his eyes. Gagana knew the boy's words to be true. From his arrival to this little peninsula, Gagana found less and less of their belongings everyday. But even then, they still welcomed the boy with an unassuming bait and hook.

It was through this foolishness that the boy was able to leave his awful home, casting himself out into the oceans of the world. This was the only way the boy thought he would survive. Even if it meant no longer being able to keep the warmth he was given amidst the cold waters. He scoffs it away.

"Time goes on without you, and soon there won't be anyone to hold onto. Best you lie down with the waves and swim with that tide now before you drown in disappointed expectations, dear teacher. There was never a place for either of us to hoard our catches forever, and you were destined to lose everything by being stubbornly unwilling to follow the current."

Despite the harsh delivery of his words feeling true, the boy couldn't help but strain at them too, watching the way Gagana seemed to crease back with a chilling look in their stare. They were always so unblinking, but now the boy wished they closed their eyes to never open them again.

"You are not forever. And yet, you insist I stay with you? You are not so imposing anymore. And the way you have tried to tie yourself even closer to me over the years has been so very suffocating. Every day is exhausting alongside you, fishing for those scraps that earned me pennies, while you criticize and chide me everyday with those eyes for being myself. It's unbearable, how much you've watched over me. So to watch you so lost over yourself---it's like I've been tricked. What right do you have to look down on me, when you can't even look at yourself? You're..."

The boy chokes on his tightening throat, clearing it exasperatedly. He sweats despite there being nothing but the coldness of the waters chilling the lighthouse, his frustration being felt all around him. And Gagana knew that feeling, noticing a sense of familiarity alongside the heavy despair on their heart. The boy turns back up, hand in his messy hair as he looks at his former teacher with his twisted, lamenting rage, unsure of where he is placing it all."

You're just as pathetic as the rest of the world. I can't believe.. you had the nerve to even consider me a friend when you abandoned yours."

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Part 2 of an older drawing I made :)

Credits: Alan and Unamed Amy Vessel belong to JoeDoughBoi

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lord x is the single best web horror character for presenting the internet with the concept of 'what if this classic creepypasta guy aged like shit'

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pcx

I kinda like the new design :)

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https://www.pinterest.com/pin/483996291194988663/

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recent art

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I am surprised by those artists who constantly post something, guys, where do you get so much free time?? Share your secret🥲

And a few more sketches with sonic characters☆