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GASHARPOON! john doe x siren! you

HEADCANONS TIME!

i worked on those early and now i can publish them >:D

(i had to reread myself alot i did alot of errors , especialy spelling gasharpoon with only one o...)

IM TRYING MY BEST >:/

ANYWAYS

i got john doe coming trust me.

TITLE : stupid sea

HHEHE ALR!

Platonic Headcanons

He hates sirens. Or so he says. Especially the ones who sing sailors to their deaths. He sees them as manipulators. Liars. Monsters.

The only reason he didn’t slice you the moment he saw your fins was because you looked confused instead of smug.

You didn’t try to lure him with a song, just stared at him with tilted curiosity. That pissed him off more.

Despite his grumbling, he didn't leave. And you kept showing up. Humming softly. Splashing water at his boots.

“Stupid sea witch,” he’d mutter.

First Meeting Headcanons

He was on deck, cursing at the sea like always, when he caught a flicker of movement in the waves—you.

His instinct was to draw his harpoon. Sirens kill pirates. End of story.

You just blinked at him, half-submerged, eyes wide and strangely unthreatening. You didn’t sing. You just smiled.

“Tch. A mute one? Great.” He walked away, expecting you to disappear.

The next day you were there again. And the next. And the next. He started yelling at the ocean less.

Getting Along Headcanons

You brought him a shell once. A tiny thing, blue and spiraled. He threw it overboard. Ten minutes later, he dived in to get it.

You started mimicking his expressions. When he scowled, you scowled. When he smirked, you tried it too. That got him to laugh once. Just once.

He pretended to ignore you every time you trailed the ship, swimming alongside. But you noticed how his eyes flicked to you. Often.

He told the crew you were a “nuisance that refuses to drown.” But if any of them insulted you? He got violent.

You finally sang once. Soft, not for power, not to lure—just a lullaby. He didn’t sleep that night. He stared at the stars, wondering what the hell was happening to him.

Realizing He Has Feelings

The day you got injured by a net, he panicked. No one saw it. But he pulled you up, cursed, and tended your wounds with trembling hands.

You bit his hand once, playfully. He yelled at you. But then rubbed the bite mark like it meant something.

He started bringing you things. Not flowers he's not soft like that. But weapons, trinkets, buttons, coins. “Shut up and take it,” he'd bark.

One day he saw your reflection in the water, smiling up at him. His chest tightened. He almost slipped off the railing.

He began to hate every siren except you. And that scared him more than anything else.

How He Confesses

It wasn’t romantic. It was a growled, frustrated, “I should hate you.”

You tilted your head, like always. So he grabbed your chin and snapped, “But I don’t. And I hate that more.”

He stared at you for a long moment, eyes burning like fire against the cool ocean. Then he grunted.

“You’ve ruined me, fishy. I hope you're proud.”

He handed you his favorite blade. Rusted, old, but meaningful. “You ever leave me? I’ll dive down and find you.” It was a threat. It was a vow.

Romantic Headcanons

He lets you braid his hair now. Or decorate his hat with seashells. He growls, but never stops you.

You swim beside the ship constantly. He keeps pace with you from the deck, always watching. If you disappear under the waves for too long, he panics.

When you kiss him (on land or when you pull him underwater), he tastes salt and strangely fish-. He always ends up flustered, muttering curses under his breath.

He holds you tighter than necessary when he hugs you, arms banded around you like you might vanish into foam.

He calls you things like "my wave" , "my starfish" , or still "sea witch" but now it's more of a playful name than anything else.

CAN YOU TELL I LOVE JOHN DOE??

i love him bro he is my fav <33

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GASHARPOON X READER headcanons

im deathly craving for gasharpoon john doe content oh well

i love gasharpoon … their voicelines are just KAHFJSFJHFHSLWKRHAAAAAA😼

GASHARPOON

• i feel like the captain would enjoy sight seeing with you on their ship, as the sunset falls into the endless horizon of the ocean, your hand interlocking with his normal one, or hugging you from behind, arm around waist.

• their nicknames for you would be my treasure, my pearl or something poetic.

• speaking of treasure and pearls, he would love giving you treasures, trinkets or pretty shells he thinks you’d like from his journeys.

—“i gift you this treasure, a gift that remains nonexistent compared to your boundless beauty, my pearl.”

• whenever you and gasharpoon are together, there will never be a moment without a tease or two from them.

• gasharpoon likes making you flustered, as it gives him a sense of triumph whenever he notices you fumble with your words, or a blush creeps up on your cheeks.

• top traits they’d like to find in someone is their loyalty and honesty. they think traits like those are top priorities when in a relationship.

• a big spoon in bed, as a captain he’s used to a position in power. it just doesn’t feel like him to feel vulnerable like being a little spoon, but he still accepts hugs or affection from you wholeheartedly.

• he’s proud to show you off to everyone, an arm around your shoulder or waist, or maybe holding hands.

• i feel like gasharpoon would have alot of scars from all of the battles they fought while overseas, and they’d be really proud and not afraid to show them off.

• whenever you pepper him with kisses, he grabs you by your waist, pulls you in and kisses you more but 10x. always barks out a laugh whenever he sees your flustered face as you sit in his hold in silence, processing what happened.

• loves seeing you wear their hat, at times they just walk by you, and you suddenly feel wearing the heavy weight of their hat on your head.

• whenever he feels clingy, he walks up to you from behind and wraps his arms around your waist, as he lays his chin ontop of your head without a word.

• they love gently kissing the back of your hand, sometimes their kisses trail up to your arm and to your lips.

• would randomly near his face against yours, but never closing the gap between the both of you. he just tests you and what your reactions would be.

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i love gasharpoon i wish gasharpoon was real 😔

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if everyman hybrid was made in 2024 habit definitely wouldve said hawk tuah at some point and vinny would do that one stare he does where he looks like 😕

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YAN! ITRAPPED X READER

Warning : obbsessive behavior , yandere themes , stalking , worshipping , self aware , ITrapped.

Note : Please do not romanticize real stalking or abusive behavior. This is for fictional and horror purposes only. Art : @/MrMiao_Noir on X

You hear about ITrapped before you ever see him.

Rumors. Whispers. A name spoken in hushed tones by survivors in the campfire light. Most describe him with confusion. “He’s not like the others,” someone mutters. “Doesn’t chase you like a normal killer… doesn’t even look like a monster.”

He doesn’t. Not at first glance.

When you finally see him, it’s under flickering lights in a run-down hallway. A basic noob avatar, low-poly and harmless looking—except for that Ice Crown on his head, glowing faintly, coldly. He stands motionless in the dark, head slightly tilted, as if studying you. Not attacking. Not even moving.

Then he vanishes.

You think it was a glitch.

It wasn’t.

His obsession begins not with violence, but with access.

You start noticing strange things in your rounds. Generators you just touched regress by themselves. Doors that should’ve been opened glitch out and lock. Items flicker in and out of existence. But these things only happen when you’re nearby.

At first, it’s frustrating. Then it’s unsettling.

You complain to others, but no one else sees it.

Except him.

ITrapped always appears briefly—standing in the background of your match, not lunging at you like other killers, not roaring or hunting. Just… watching. Frozen. Calculating.

Eventually, the sabotage stops targeting you. Instead, it starts protecting you. He disables traps you don’t see. Breaks paths for other survivors—but not you. You’re allowed to move freely, untouched.

You haven’t done anything to earn his favor. That’s what scares you.

You’re not playing the game. He is.

You begin to realize he’s more than just a presence in the matches. He’s altering the game itself.

Somehow, your matches always start with him now. The map selection glitches until it favors the ones he prefers. Load-in screens freeze when you try to quit. Your inventory resets to a “default” version, and the only item that stays is a strange crown-shaped charm he leaves in your loadout.

Players who get too close to you start having issues. One survivor who stayed by your side the whole round disconnects mid-match and can’t rejoin the server. Another finds their controls reversed. One player swears their Roblox account briefly locked when they tried to message you about him.

Still, he never harms you directly.

When you’re injured, he lets you limp away. He never tunnels you. He lets you finish generators—if you’re alone.

You realize, eventually, that he doesn’t want to kill you.

He wants to isolate you.

The first time you speak to him is accidental—proximity voice, maybe, or a glitched chat prompt.

You don’t even know what to say, but you try: “Why are you following me?”

There’s a pause. A long one.

Then a quiet, unreadable line of text appears in chat:

“I used to fix broken things. Then I saw you. I don’t need anything else now.”

You feel a chill—not from fear, but because the message auto-deletes seconds later. Like the system itself didn’t want you to remember.

But you do.

From that point on, he no longer hides. He orbits you in every match. Other survivors grow suspicious. Some stop queuing with you. Others start blaming you when their matches glitch out. You’re alone more often now.

Which is exactly what he wants.

He never refers to you by your username. He calls you “buddy”—the way he once referred to Chance. The way someone might speak to a pet project, or a favorite possession.

You stop seeing him as just another killer. He’s no longer playing the game.

He’s rewriting it.

Your escape routes begin to vanish. The hatch doesn’t spawn when you’re the last one. Exits flicker with ERROR signs when you touch them. Sometimes, your screen goes black mid-match, and when it returns, you’re in a custom map no one else seems to recognize. He’s always there, standing still in the center.

“You’re the only file I didn’t want to delete.”

You can’t tell if he’s speaking in metaphors or literally viewing you as code.

Either way, you’ve stopped feeling like a player.

You’re Already His.

Eventually, he stops appearing to other players entirely.

Only you see him now.

You’re told he’s “disabled” or “removed” from the rotation, but he still shows up in your queue. You report it. Nothing happens.

One night, your screen boots up without you clicking anything.

The message appears in familiar black font:

“Game loaded: You + Me”

And when the round starts, you’re alone.

No teammates. No map.

Just him.

Just you.

Just silence.

And you could feel that he’s smilling.

@revlw 2025

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How *do* you change your karma with knocker? Just tolerate his shit?

tolerating him is absolutely a part of it, but to get more in-depth about it:

- NOT attacking him in any way (even unintentionally )

- appearing unafraid of him via like maintaining eye contact without running away or something

- kind of similar to the last one, letting him linger when he appears rather than approaching and triggering a reaction like disappearing/attacking from his coding . I interpret it as giving the miserable minecraft boogeyman a break

- placing a black bed (that you don't sleep in) somewhere inside your house

- naming a pet after him

- playing music discs (except for the creepy ones)

- placing several interactable blocks around (doors/trapdoors, buttons, fences, levers) (listen its like. his coding demands for him to interact with these regularly . the more the easier for him to hit his internal quota )

- players who explore ( given he's tied to the player, only able to appear where they are, he subconsciously enjoys getting to sightsee now and again)

- responding to his chat messages — he doesn't ALWAYS respond, but has a higher chance of engaging in conversation as opposed to his low-karma self, who more often than not rarely communicates through signs

- closing a door he opened or opening a door he just shut - and the same with the levers and buttons and whatever else - amuses him. He initially thinks of this as paranoia rather than play, which still serves to "reward" his coding

- if he's around to witness your death (jumping into lava, being blown up, shot by arrows, etc) (he finds this funny) or if he causes it (e.g pushing you into lava)

On the other hand, triggering "bad" karma is hilariously easy if you just did everything possible to offend him, like trapping him in cobwebs, attacking him, killing him, etc etc etc

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Two time!!!

Im really proud of this..heh

I wish I could fix the shading but ehhh

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Wing preening session.

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world’s end (valentine…)

1x what are you doing!!! girl put that thing down

COMPLETE VERSION HERE:

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Two Time with a killer reader who is a spawn deity? They're the only survivor we spare and are slightly openly affection with them because they're a devotee—

“One Shall Wait for Thy Return”

Two time x KillerSpawnDeity!Reader

Two Time will forever be loyal to the spawn, no matter what it is they provide them it will be a blessing in their eyes. Even when they see how ruthless and cruel one of their loyal gods deities can be when it comes to mercy. - “The sacrifice was not in vain…”

Or; Two time would rather bag the spawn more then you or smth idfk how to describe this - “Plant thy seed and view the bloom in ones idea of the spawn”

Abilities/Passives created thst are related 2 thiz;

Open Eye; Dimly highlights any survivor within a certain radius, killer can ‘lock in’ onto a specific target, having the highlight become much more visible and lasting 10 seconds. (Cd.35)

Holy Step; During ‘Open Eyes’ the Killers Chase theme will be heavily muffled, their foot steps will become slightly lighter, but they will sound quicker and more frantic in turn.

Rational Pray; Killer can enter a ‘praying state’ causing a spawn symbol to appear underneath them. This can later be used for fast transport in between spawn locations, limited to three at a time destroying the oldest one in turn for a new one. Survivors are notified by a sound cue, during the teleportation killer will gain Vulnerability: If killer is stunned during this state they will take double damage and duration of stun increases by 3 seconds. (Cd 10 secs per spawn)

Note;

Purple text - [REDACTED].

Bold Black - TwoTime

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- Initially Two Time would see you during a match, slightly surprised about the new killer that has come to attack them in this game of cat and mouse

- Like most rounds, they’d probably just hunt down generators and camp out in a corner. simply wait for the round to conclude once more, like it always would. Not wishing to take part in the ‘game’ being played, but if this was their fate it must have been for a good cause…

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*~ Completed Generators 4/5

Two Time sighed, wiping sweat off their forehead as they finish up a generator. They look around them, noticing the absence of humanity. It was predictable with how long it took them to complete the generator, but they figure they would see at least someone nearby. That did not matter right now however, for they need to look for the last generator. They glance towards their handy electronic, something given to them and their fellow survivors to keep track of both the timer and the remaining people. 2 minutes remaining, only 1 deceased, overall it seems to be a pretty uneventful round. Not that they want it to be chaotic anyways.

Speaking of which, it was quiet. Almost too quiet. There was no clashing of swords, no sounds of gunfire, no explosions, it was rather peaceful… Perhaps everyone was hiding, but it was unlikely since it didn’t seem to fit most of their…personalities. Two Time was no fool, they see how their fellow companions become rather cautious around them. Almost as if they might be avoiding them during rounds, but Two Time was mainly wondering why such a bipolar reaction was fated only for them.

Two Time snaps out of their thoughts steadily getting back into their designated ‘job’; getting the generators complete. While the rather silent night might startle others, it became a rather pleasant experience. Having it feel like a nice break after the previous rounds they’d been struggling in. Then that’s when they hear it, the sound of increasing footsteps. Someone was approaching weather it be friend or foe matters not, for they were runner weren’t they? They enter a jog, not wishing to consume stamina until it was confirmed who was running.

They stop jogging, begin to walk, and finally reaching a stop on the dilemma they have encountered, the path splits off into two directions. Unsure which one to take they decided to move towards the left. It has a good distance away from the middle of the map, and overall probably had not been checked for generators yet.

They scavenge around the area looking for the last machine required, but also making sure too keep an eye out for the killer or a survivor in need of guidance. There was barely a minute left, proving a peaceful round was being made. They glance around a wall barely having time to register a symbol on the floor before turning around and looking elsewhere. Wait a minute. They spin on their heels rapidly looking back towards the symbol on the floor, upon further examination it appeared to be a spawn logo. They shift their feet, turning their gaze away from the ground and towards the wall in front of them.

“What could possibly be the reason for this sudden appearance, has the spawn finally decided to bless-“ Two Time becomes silent as a sudden sound comes from behind them, and begins to feel paranoid, unsure if it would be wise to turn around.

“Greetings, Two Time,” a voice calls out towards them, Two Time can feel their gaze stabbing them in a quick motion, wishing to cause great unease in them.

“Please do not be afraid young one, thy devotion expresses more than enough. Thy is not one’s enemy.” The voice softly speaks towards them, not showing any ill intentions in the making.

Two Time slowly turns around, silently startled at the being they were witnessing. The being took a step forward, closing the proximity between the two. “I’m, I’m sorry what do you mean?” They tilt their head slightly, taking a step back in turn.

The being notices their actions, expressing an unpleasant emotion before resorting back to a smile on their face. “Why, Thy loyalty to the spawn is far greater than most ones seen. Thee make a good choice following the spawn.”

Two time nearly responses, but is shut down before given an opportunity, “The others are foolish beings who don’t understand the value of the spawn. They are corrupted, and unwise for destiny.” The being steps closer, Two Time backs up but hits the wall, preventing them from moving further. “They will fall before the concept of their fate dare to even be considered. Yet thee? Thee are more than a simple follower, Thy is an unwavering support.” They take another step, nearly in arms length from them.

Time remaining: 0:30

Two time glances towards the side of the being, noticing an opening they could take advantage of to get away. “Wh-“

They take another step, now fully in arms length “Apologies, where is one’s manners. Please, call one [REDACTED].”

Two Time Pauses, recognizing the name from somewhere, the importance of it. You take a step closer, practically standing right in front of them [REDACTED] was one of the many loyal deities of the spawn, often considered as the more humanity version of the spawn. If someone was actually able to contact and summon the spawn, it would always be the deities who would show themselves to the followers. To some people the deities mattered more then the spawn, always asking for advice from a specific deity of the spawn.

Time remaining: 0:15

You slowly grab Two Times head in the process of their thinking, holding it gently in between your soft hands. You pull it towards your own, nearly touching noses. Their pulled out of their thoughts harshly at the sudden change, noticing you glaring down at them. “Thy must guide the others towards the spawn once more. Make them believe in the spawn once more, little one.”

Time remaining 0:00, transferring characters back to their designated lobbies.

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- Two Time has to ponder on the conversation for a while. They recall you accusing the others of starying away from the path of the spawn. Maybe the spawn and you did have a point…

- Wishes to help, but unsure where to start since they know the others are wary of them already. Even without taking drastic action, their presence made the others anxious enough.

- During rounds with you, they’d definitely peaceful eventually realizing you’re not even attempting to attack them. As if you simply saw them as nonexistent.

- If Two Time manages to enter Last Man Standing, you’d simply corner them and begin talking with them. Sometimes it was casual conversations, other times it was a little warning of what goal was placed upon them.

- After entering Forsaken, Two Time had a much harder time connecting to the spawn, only being answered to whenever then required a second chance. This resulted in a close relationship forming between you two, you gaining power from their devotion, and them having someone to worship once more.

- They can be a little overbearing, forming an attachment towards you. Often even looking for you as soon as the match starts, much to your dismay.

- If the hunt is particularly short, you’d start to guide Two Time for anything really. They want somewhere to relax? You saw a perfect area early when chasing Noob down early, you could have sworn you saw him drop some supplies as well. Perhaps it’d prove useful.

- They feel it’s rather quiet without others? Easy, you’ll simply play one of your melodies, a classic within the spawn culture.

- They want to practice their dagger movements? Perhaps watching you next round using a dagger might help them.

- A hug? Oh! Arrangements can be made you suppose…

- While The killer and Survivor cabins were located 2 miles from each other, the Spector evenly giving each group a mile for whatever they wanted to use it for. Only survivors could pass the invisible red line, that way Killers couldn’t attempt at attacking the survivors outside of rounds. Survivors could willingly venture out towards the killers cabin, but why would they?

- Wait y’all where did Two Time go?

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Two Time took a step closer to the end of the barrier, glancing down towards the transparent red line which marked the end of the survivors designated safe zone. They made sure to cautiously proceed deeper into the forest without their fellow companions noticing their disappearance. A statement better said than completed, the rounds have ended for the day making most of them observant on their surroundings.

They clutch their scarf tightly fiddling with the end of it where it had begun to de-thread itself. They glance left and right unsure if they were really tempting to cross the barrier. No one had actually been on the killers side before, mainly because the others were paranoid about what would happen if they died outside a match. No one wished to play a game of chance, well maybe expect chance themselves, but they always had some excuse not to venture beyond the mile given.

Hesitantly Two Time lifts their foot an inch from the floor, and carefully puts it down on the other side of the line. Immediately they feel the shift in atmosphere, as though all was lost in their body leaving but a hollow husk remaining. They are about to take another step, fully immersing themselves on the other side, but are stopped in their tracks at the sound of a voice.

“That would be unwise young one, thee belong not here,” the voice echos coldly from a nearby tree. Two Time whips their head in the direction now noticing [REDACTED]’s presence.

“Did thy trouble refrain until near dawn?” You turn your head towards the direction of where the sun would rise, had this world been granted the blessing of the fire.

“No, I came to seek thee great deity of the spawn…”

“[REDACTED].” The voice sounds harsher then you would encourage, but you refrain from speaking on the issue.

“Apologizes, Apologizes [REDACTED].”

The silent fills with the rustling of leaves nearby, only further showing the cold nights soon to be approaching the environment.

“What did thy requirement call for?”

Two Time looks back towards you being brought to the presents once more, they seem to be getting more distracted recently. “About the request given by thy grace, [REDACTED]…”

“Hm…worry not, thy mind shan’t know, yet thy body shall.” You sigh at the question posed once more, as it was the first thing Two Time would ask of you every single time you met.

“…”

“…”

You move forward, leaning off the tree and stand in front of Two Time, noticing how rather malnourished they have become during their time in this place. How pitiful. You show your palm to them, hitting at them to place theirs on top of yours. With their hand in your palm you close your hands around it, almost cupping the hand within yours.

“Thee shou-“

A Round will begin shortly, prepare to be transported soon!

Huh?

You scoff silently, annoyed at the sudden announcement blaring through the speakers nearby. It wasn’t important anyways.

“…Nevermind, it mattered not. Go.”

Two Time looks wearily at you, unsure if pressing you would really benefit, it most likely wouldn’t.

“Go.”

“Understood…Thank thee for thy blessing [REDACTED], it shan’t be in vain” With that they begin to leave, stepping back onto their side, slowly moving away from you, and eventually disappearing between the masses of trees.

A blessing, that’s all they saw in you. A being ment to bless their path, preventing harm from occurring and creating a safe haven for them. Two Time will deny it, but even they became greedy with the corse of your presences.

A blessing, casted down by the spawn to give Two Time the opportunity of devotion, to prove themselves once more to the spawn. That mattered not. Company is better than no company after all, even if it’s built on their devotion to the spawn alone.

So, you’ll wait. Wait until they too can see your worth more then the spawn, worthy of something outside of their beliefs, and when they do… you’ll be there.

Something to worry about currently however, is why rounds began quicker then expected. Was it pure coincidence, or did the Spectre do that to avoid giving Two Time more hope then they already had. It is worth discussing with your fellow killers, even if half of them will brush off your observation.

You begin to walk back towards the killers cabin, but stop in your tracks and turn your head towards the direction Two Time ran off to. Your lips part in idle, before eventually whispering under your breath.

“One Shall Wait for Thy Return”

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REQS ARE OPEN!! :D

A/n; Hope you enjoyed this! Honestly felt it was a little fast paced, but I tried y’all i swear

Was originally planning to make REDACTED a ‘fallen’ deity, having been cast out and now placed in forsaken. Wanted them to be like manipulating Two Time with their previous role, not making them aware and keeping them busy with ‘the task given’. Since I was thinking that people worshiping them = more power they hold.

-> Decided not 2 do this becuase I felt it would work much better in a diffrent scenario, and I wanted to keep the past mainly unknown so you guys could control it. Though this can be noted in some sections of the text/ hinted at.

WAS LOW-KEY WINGING IT W/ THEIR DIALOGUES CUZ IDK HOW THE ACT OF SOCIALIZING VERBALLY WORKS APPARENTLY

Have a lovey day, live to your fullest :3

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Very messy vampire Shedletsky doodle

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Im so normal about these freaks. /j

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Heey Sacredwings fans

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Who's gonna tell him?

Little headcanon? That Shed was always Telamon until Forsaken, so Builderman didn't realised that it was really him

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my telamon design at another angle

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my telamon design at another angle

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They're behind me, aren't they?

+ Two Time close up cause I like the way they look here