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woooooo mumbo woooooo

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been feeling crappy so doodled the ol’ reliable (soft desert duo)

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I made it out of the torture labyrinth. and you can too

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sitcom ass image

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watcher grian still has my whole heart

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pretty little things wilt away

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you should go to my ao3 and read the treebark fic i posted cause it took a while and i like it okay bye 👋

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Oh hey I can finally post the singular piece I did for Treebark week

Chose the neck prompt for this one! Made em kinda statue like <3

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Treebark Week [Day 5 - Neck]

"Christ, you'll be the death of me" Fair - The Amazing Devil

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hazy

((can’t believe I missed the anniversary….😔))

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DDVAU! Joel design update!! Silly human that works in the shadowbeans cafe with his wife

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it's a song of rest, my dear, so why does it make your heart race?

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PLEASE GIVE ME HAPPY FLOWER HUSBANDS- Im begging yoou..

i love you because i have to; there is no why about it

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Martyn took gasping breaths, unable to get enough air in his lungs, relishing in the sensation of the air entering and leaving him, with no blockage preventing him from doing so. In no time, his breathing was back to normal, the only thing remaining of his panic being his racing heart, shaking hands, and the memory of blood coating his body.

This was a first, Martyn noted, as he properly began to recall his dream. He was never usually able to remember, the terrors fleeing as quickly as they came, preferring to curse him with the slightest glimpses rather than the full thing.

But now, Martyn could so clearly remember the cold. Could remember how it felt to die, how it felt as he watched everything crumble around him.

Martyn dreams of winter.

Written for @treebarkweek Day 1: Frost

(Read on Ao3!)

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Martyn took gasping breaths, unable to get enough air in his lungs, relishing in the sensation of the air entering and leaving him, with no blockage preventing him from doing so. In no time, his breathing was back to normal, the only thing remaining of his panic being his racing heart, shaking hands, and the memory of blood coating his body.

This was a first, Martyn noted, as he properly began to recall his dream. He was never usually able to remember, the terrors fleeing as quickly as they came, preferring to curse him with the slightest glimpses rather than the full thing.

But now, Martyn could so clearly remember the cold. Could remember how it felt to die, how it felt as he watched everything crumble around him.

Martyn dreams of winter.

Written for @treebarkweek Day 1: Frost

(Read on Ao3!)

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[Treebark week 1 prompt: Flowers]

"Chrysanthemums. A heart left to desolation"

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day 45, late bloomer (flower/frost)