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🐈 One of Us

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the house

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I got the idea from this image

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…anyways here’s the alternate ending to MLAndersen0! courtesy of the lovely and gorgeous and cool dylan sindelar. edited by valeria santiago. starring the jersey devil 💜

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welcome to encounters.. :P

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the bastard

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closed case casey

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Creep 2 (2017)

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Master post for my stupid comic, since I found out that tumblr sucks with it's tag system. I'm mostly calling it Disgusting, since it is.

Gonna be updated every time I do some new instalment.

- concept (story, characters, relationship)

- Part 1

- Part 1 (meme ending)

- Part 2 (bad ending)

- Part 2 (good ending)

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good evening, my fellow kindred!

first two chapters of my comics Kalt with english translation were uploaded to tapas and webtoon 😳

hope you like it! please reblog and support 🦷💋

webtoon

tapas

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new pic

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THE FEVER

for @kingfisher-cove 🖤 featuring our guys from the comic SUPERPOSE

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I'm rewriting Aeaea Academy, but here's some of the old pages

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That esseJ's phrase was not an accident. So i made Beth meeting Jesse like Jesse met esseJ.

Beth looked around: the dirty and sticky walls were pressing on her, but the abandoned public toilet was one of the few places where she could be herself. The girl took out cans of paint and started drawing graffiti. The two mirrors looked at each other, and Beth at first avoided her reflection, but now began to look at her own face. She was so afraid of seeing the effects of her time spent there on her face that she preferred not to see her reflection at all. However, in this dirty toilet, in these mirrors reflecting each other, the girl felt that she was not alone. It’s as if someone is looking at her from the reflection and studying her. Understands her. And for long time Beth felt herself not alone. Beth began to draw the self she saw opposite: tired eyes, disheveled red hair... Suddenly, looking more closely at her multiple reflections, Beth began to notice someone unfamiliar. Her copies in the mirror began to change, and now she was wearing different, cleaner clothes, her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Her eyes are not without sadness, but she is clearly younger. Beth moved her hand in front of the mirror, and the stranger, with her face in the reflection, repeated the exact movement. This girl looked just like Beth, but she wasn't Beth. And it seems that the girl in the reflection understood this too. The reflection pressed against the mirror on the other side, and Beth recoiled in horror. -You can't fool me, not this time.- said the reflection in Beth's voice.- I'm not insane.- The stranger leaned forward, looking straight into Beth's frightened eyes.- I' m much wilder than you. And Beth couldn’t find the strength to answer. A moment later, the stranger disappeared as if into a whirlpool of mirror fragments. And Beth again saw a tired girl waiting for the right time.

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red looks great against white

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Oceanview hotel