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That’s not my lifestealers!

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Would you get the Devil this dance?

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subz's sword is called deliverance.

he is forging it by his own hands for almost full day. it's incredibly easy to forget how to forge, his past and long gone experience falls through fingers, but somehow he is able to create what he wants.

sword is something between stiletto and rapier, not too long, but indeffinetely deadly, and wider – wide enough to swing and reflect. handle is carved and deep purple, but blade is straight and so black its not reflecting light.

he is caressing his new weapon, feeling smooth steel. unlike previous, this sword is a true weapon of murder, and he is fascinated by it's perfection. first time in months he is able to truly admire death, and its not a good thing.

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minutetech, One Time: im like batman

princezam:

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hello lifesteal thumb bler people

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roshamwbgiames

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awag(s)

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I like to imagine that Ashs voice is like, fucked up (in the sense that it glitches, especially when angry or when he experiences strong emotions) and also when he's Godlike (or when using admin powers and such like banning) his voice overlaps a lot :3

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squiddo art you say..

I really like this song... I rlly like squiddo haha I wonder if I could.. do something with it (I have been planning this for the past week I js need the motivation to make it happen :P)

I've been planning too many squiddo related art things ITS OKAY ILL POWER THROUGH 💪💪💪💪

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ashswag and reddoons? in my prompt list?

it's more likely than you think!

link to the ao3 collection

link to @DailySwagdoons on twitter

link to last year's tag

link to last year's masterpost

link to last year's ao3 collection

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clip taken from this stream from 00:26:24 to 00:27:00

rekrap talking about his boundaries regarding fanworks!!

the basics: no nsfw, no shipping, and probably no heavy gore.

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i'm serious guys. rekrap is literally my favourite content creator of all time and you need to respect his boundaries. you need to respect everyone's boundaries.

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transcript: rek (reading chat message): got a really important question- is there any knowledge regarding boundaries of... fanwork. rek: uhhh- never thought about that before. i don't know, i don't see a bunch of fanart to be honest. rek: uhhh the usual boundaries *starts laughing <- silly blorbo* i guess? i don't know, that's pretty much how i'll answer that. rek: if it's cool, if it's- i don't know, i don't know honestly. rek (reading chat message): so no shipping? rek: yeah.

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THIS IS SOF UCKCUNT FUNNY

As a joke I changed my wallpaper to a dream smp picture except it wasnt a picture it was a whole dream smp anime video with audio and shit that KEEPS AUTOPLAYING CONSTANTLY AND I CANT FUCKING TURN IT OFF IM POSTING THIS WITH TOMMY INNIT TALKING IN MY EAR HELP ME

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Hello I'm Raspberryflo AKA Squiddo, welcome to my blog. Here I post about fandom-related stuff, mostly DELTARUNE and UNDERTALE, but lots of other stuff too.

I also run a YouTube channel which a lot of people mysteriously like, but this blog is unrelated. Although, sometimes I reblog fanart because you are all so very talented, and because... I am Squiddo!

Tags I use are: Not mine (reblogs), mcyt (fanart, usually), and art (good drawings! By me!)

Thanks for visiting my Blog!

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Something Stupid - Frank Sinatra

(a little blurb to go along with the animation under more)

This world was colder than Ashswagg would've liked it.  He supposed it made sense, though, he should've seen the low temperature coming. This world was primarily covered in oceans, and he and his teammate had holed themselves up in a secret cave base deep under the water. The air felt wet, the stone walls and floors cold to the touch. It was bearable when Ash was wearing his armour, layered and less susceptible to the cold air touching his skin. When he took off his armour when he was trying to sleep, though, the hair on Ash's bare arms would stand on end, his skin prickling in the cold. Ash curled into himself, careful not to take too much of the blanket he was sharing with his business partner, Reddoons. They'd pushed their beds together in hopes they'd be able to keep eachother warm, but Ash had found Red too hot to touch. He found himself avoiding physical contact like the plague, which was hard when they'd been sleeping inches apart for the past couple of nights.  Ash could either be too hot or too cold. It was easier to be cold. In the mornings, Ash would wake up before Red, inching quietly out of bed to go manually mine some more trash. He needed to feel busy in this world. He was there to work, not to complain about the temperature or snuggle up with his business partner. Ash and Red didn't talk about their sleeping arrangements during the working day. It didn't fit the puzzle of who they were, here, now, in this lifetime. Their allegiance was strictly professional here, they were only working together to make money and raise charity for the very seas that kept Ash cold at night. It wasn't professional to sleep in the same bed. But it was necessary so they wouldn't freeze to death. The lack of warmth was killing Ash. Ash closed his eyes and hoped he'd stop thinking. He needed to ignore the cold, ignore how Red was right there, ignore what they were in other worlds so he could focus on what they're supposed to be in this one. Ash's eyes were shut, tight, in the way that took effort, in the way that wasn't relaxing, in the way that was more for ignoring what was in front of you than for sleeping. Red's warm breath on his face tickled Ash's eyelashes. Ash almost missed the whisper. It didn't sound real, it didn't sound tangible. Ash thought he might've imagined it, it didn't sound like it had come from right in front of him. It sounded far away, like a call from the end of a tunnel, a tunnel that led to another universe, different from Ash's own. Warmer than his own. I love you. Ash had to stop himself from choking. That's not how they were here. It ached, but that wasn't how things were.  The three, simple words hung in the air, and Ash's body flushed as he suddenly felt very warm. Too warm. It wasn't a sensation he'd felt yet in this world, it didn't belong here. His eyes flew open, ready to do.. something. Yell at Red? Make fun of him? Say nothing? Say it back? What was professional? What was allowed? Ash found he always felt this way when worlds were new. He was still trying to understand the rules, and how he fit in. His eyes finally focused after he'd opened them, which took longer than he would've liked. He realised he'd been closer to sleep than he had thought. Red's eyes were closed. He was asleep, carefully inches away from Ash. Close, but never touching, the ghost of Red's breath was the only thing caressing Ash's face. He hadn't said anything. Ash relaxed back into the mattress, only then realising he'd tensed up. It was nothing. Maybe it was a memory.

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i only think in the form of crunching numbers

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something i did in between school stuff