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Uh chat wherea the meat???🍖

God told me to draw this

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5houghts on the minecraft movie teaser trailer?

I hope everyone involved with the film finds themselves stricken by the Pharaoh's curse and they all die within the span of 4 years

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hey atheists

if god doesn't exist how come I have this fucking picture of him?

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DOMINATUM

hi guys👋 quick life update…. I’m in college now and I’m going crazy 😐 ANYHOW… I’ve created this. because I’ve been “photographymaxxing” and I decided to do SOMETHING with the images I’m taking… 🙂

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i'm sad

not for long

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“to be desired is the closest anyone in this life can reach to feeling immortal” 🔥‼️

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WIFE‼️‼️‼️

a scientist in her laboratory 🧬🔬

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This is What I imagined how they promote their Band @ford-owner (Also I love your Art)

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THEY TRIED TO SILENCE ME, TRIED TO HIDE THE TRUTH, ZOMBOSS BE DAMNED. PLANTS VS ZOMBIES GAME OF THE YEAR EDITION PLANTS VS ZOMBIES GAME OF THE YEAR EDITION

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mayumi 👍

sorry 4 not uploading guys I’ve been on holiday

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luell doodle 🤷‍♀️

that I drew like a month ago lol

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MEMORIA

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mayumi 👍

sorry 4 not uploading guys I’ve been on holiday

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People on the gram liked it so I got the confidence to post this here (I have a huge ego for no reason) still very new to making graphics >_<...

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Charak have you learned your destiny?

The world through a spiders eyes was something to behold especially when that spiders eye was of divine origin. Four eyes graced charaks features each glimpsing different layers of reality. All four turned into him grasping at his essence, all as it should be, his magic flowed perfectly and his soul twisted and toiled against itself the soul of one haunted by the essence of a god.

trying to find me? Good luck I'm many things but visible to you is not one the voice spoke in a tone as mocking as it was beautiful. Despite its origin being Charaks brain it reverberated through him at such an angle that it removed tension from his body. What was this voice'? Who was it? The thoughts consumed him swirling and expanding, a storm on his mind all other functions obscured like a fleet on the sea obscured from each other by thick fog and a thunderous cacophony. He was so distracted in fact that he had not felt the change in air pressure as a knife soared through the air at his head and still he dodged.

Charaks mind returned and, with these new eyes, he immediately saw his attacker. Thirty feet away he could make it but he would need to be cautious of his bad leg, Charak let his consciousness close around the joint of his knee the flow of his magic slowing focusing more in the knees strengthening them. He shot up and making use of the gathered momentum shot toward the attack jumping three stories of a building, crashing through the window locking eyes with a wire young woman holding two more throwing knives. Charak leaned forward and let the force of his movement keep him going fist outstretched colliding with the woman's cheek shattering teeth and jaw.

Yes spiderling fight, fight for me hone this body to perfection

"Shut the fuck up!!" He growled

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Charak can you resist? Do you dare?

He had been moving for days driven only by instinct, his mind had left him long ago to wander the darkest corners of his past. The mejah had abandoned their attack one he had began movement slinking back to the shadows for fear of divine retribution. It was a foolish fear if they had taken a single inquisitive glance at Charaks form they would have seen the thoughtless, mechanical smoothness that etched itself into Charaks being. It was movement separate from the consciousness. Charak did not move with his body he stayed where he had been thrown, the past.

Yet even in the past a voice came calling trying to pull Charak from the past it was soft and cold almost as if it was attempting to feign care to pull him back to his body. Charak had refused for a while listening to a random voice in his head always ended up with some poor bastard having less skin on his face then he was born with but after a truly unknown length of time Charak allowed himself to be pulled back to his body his energy for self-loathing quickly depleting and it really would be a shame if he couldn't hate himself anymore. When he had come back to his real eyes is head ached from the projectiles hurled into the weak skin around his face and his leg threatened to rebel at any step he wished to take, having a bad leg truly was a dick move on his body's part especially in a place like this, he often wished it would just fix itself but the break was magic that would never break. Not in a timely fashion at least so Charak skulked into an alleyway and collapsed stretching out his bad leg and sighing.

Charak a voice rang through his head bouncing off the ivory walls of Charaks skull must you resist my influence?

"Who the fuck are you?" Charaks heart began to pound if this was the ability of another cursed one he was going to die there was no way out not with his leg screaming at him but at that question his mind fell silent. No elegant voices. Charak was alone again and slightly disappointed. "Influence?..."

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O fire O flame

The orange burning of the fire was once a comfort to the youngest of the tribe. "They had no language they were to close to need it but that proved detrimental to the youngest of them, their lone survivor full of anger and hatred with no ability to show it. Silence plagued him now, a tongue excised from purpose vocal chords that strained at the fainted hum. What can one do in such a situation except curse the world around them? Love is a useless word to them now." they assume he cannot understand them but he knew language all too well he merely lack the ability to speak it.

One more word was all it would take for the fire to burn brighter, wider. Then the screams started pained and fearful. none could ever compare to the pain suffered by the nameless child. Death to the world that stole his family, death to the world that stole his love.