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my irl asked me to draw rouxls cuz they think hes hot but i hate his ass so this is it

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realized yesterday when drawing the plush meme that i am not a huge fan of how i draw current spamton so i tried to figure it all out wraaa

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fangamer tenna plush dropped and youll never guess how they advertised it

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This au has me in a chokehold

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deltapilled runecell

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do you get it

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Tenna soaks Spamton and milk and slaps him against the wall /wholesome

day 35

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More on Spamton speaking in wingdings, live Tenna reaction.

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its funny how they arent even in my top 5 favorite DR characters but theyre really fun to draw

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mother's embrace

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lying in front of the street cleaner

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i guess we know now how they kiss, thank you fangamer uwu

(deltarune)

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yeah, what if susie squished the soul like a bug. wouldnt that be funny

extra under the cut

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I don't talk about my dad enough. So here, all of this is true: His grandparents were respectively an engineer slash spy and a guy who got kicked out of Ireland during the civil war for being too stupid and violent. His dad was in deep with the mob despite not even being vaguely Italian and various famous mafiosi taught my dad how to kill people with weapons from an early age. His mom tried to kill him so often it was sort of a family in-joke by the time I was around to hear about it. As a young man he and his older brother competed for their father's respect by attempting to broaden their knowledge of deadly martial arts, knowing that he had himself spent the Korean War training men in close-quarters combat and had been dishonorably discharged under mysterious and violent circumstances which he never talked about sober and only vaguely alluded to drunk. To that end, they frequently seriously injured each other, and one time my dad broke my uncle's arm while they were doing their stupid death grips sparring and my uncle got so mad he tried to kill him with a shotgun that was lying around the house. My dad was once struck by lightning as a child and has heard vague, distant voices from people who aren't there ever since. Allegedly he can tell when people have less than a day left to live with uncanny accuracy. He has been declared dead himself twice, one time when his boss at his electrician gig was trying to kill him for insurance money, another time when he pissed off the administrator of a hospital. He lives a modest life with my mother and several dogs, one of whom infuriates him by aimlessly and compulsively digging holes in the yard but who he still loves with his whole heart in the strange, childlike way autistic men love animals. The only time I've seen him cry in my life was when he was burying one of our cats and the thought of the cat getting dirt in his eyes upset him bad enough to run into the house and fetch something to cover him with. I distinctly remember he attempted to stop crying by pressing on his sinuses, as if unaware the tears were coming from his eyes.

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