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whatever go my cherry mountanlings

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hermitcraft but grian is a tiny baby bird and everything else is the same

closeup baby bird

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tangotek the kind of guy to make a redstone contraption that fails and blows up in his face, and when the smoke clears from the explosion he is completely pitch black due to all of the ash, except for his eyes, which are still visible and go "blink blink" before he shakes the ashes off and is completely back to normal

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Butter Butter CUPS!!

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Guess who is back on the grind...

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I'm back with a rough sketch inspired by beautiful fic by @larrkspurrned!

I absolutely love how much Grian reminds me of Max Verstappen in it. He's mad, talented, and determined to win no matter what.

And in case you're wondering why he's mad, you should read at least the first chapter ;>

Here is also an image without text

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to water, to wing

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punks

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Grey charcoal blue stretched across the sky

This lonely moon leaves footprints in my shoes

Wanders through my bed, strokes my paper face and calms my head

Speaking silent words with hands instead

Let me in - Marika Hackman

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vibesss

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pearlll you are sooo special 2 mee, full of starss

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Summary:

Mumbo K Jumbo is a Formula One race engineer, and a bloody good one at that. With Xisuma's two new drivers — including the world-renowned Scar — the coveted Constructors’ Championship is finally within reach.

However, the wayward rookie driver, Grian, has other plans.

As the season shifts into full gear, a feud breaks out between the two drivers and garage tensions rise to an all-time high. Mumbo must learn to wrangle not just the track-side politics and the hot-headed Avian, but also the burgeoning feelings that threaten to ruin their steady, hard-earned friendship.

Quite simple, really.

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HEYYO!!! third chapter posted nerds, this one is a long’un. It’d been kicking around my docs a while since my writing confidence has been in the dumps recently, but I love the blorbos and I wanted to write some drama. Let me know what you think >:)) 

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mini series of posting older art here since my schewpid schewpid twitter acc is gone and my art isnt on there anymkre😭💔

ill probs be super duper annoying and post daily tee hee !!😋

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I've had thoughts

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Summary:

At first glance, all was as it should be. The quaint, square wooden table still had crumbs from today’s breakfast, two mugs sat, unwashed, in the sink, and the corner of the living room rug was still upturned from where Impulse had tripped over it this morning as he rushed out the door.

But as he stalked through the cold, empty space, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

Where was Grian?

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GRIMPULSE RAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! These two little dweebs have orbited in my brain since forever (thank you impulse’s phasmo streams for getting me into hermitcraft as a whole) (double thank you to @/hellowmeist for showing me the light) . Please mind the tags, the next chapter will be NSFW! 

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I don’t forgive you.

late night grian doodle. He angy

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reworked my xisuma design for the upcoming may challenge (which i will try to participate in but we'll see how it goes)