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shhh no tears only cute twins now

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MOBY SO I'M PLAYING MOTHER 3 AND TESSIE WAS LIKE LIKE "I asked him where he was going and he just smiled and ran off" OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT AND I JUST IMAGINED CLAUS SMILING AND IT WAS SO CUTE I"m GONNA

a cheerful energetic boy

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Touch my heart. See how it beats in and out?

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i’m convinced that the only way to dislike this game is if you really hate twins or something

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pictures!!

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quick 1 layer thing

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it sure is a good thing you boys know better than to run off and avenge your mom

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these are totally serious drawings

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i think i might as well upload my one of my mother 3 doodles here because hhehhg

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this game destroyed me

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Inspired by obligations that, at the time, seemed much too difficult to face.

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happy mother 3 Anniversary !!!!

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found a thing and coloured it…. …holler if im spamming the mother 3 tag too much OTL

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i almost forgot about this account whoops

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televisiondivision:

“What? No, no. Who told you that?” Clarissa had always thought the holiday was a little weird, but the kid’s interpretation was more morbid than she’d been expecting. “And we’re not dead. Dead feels different.”

“Halloween is about making bad stuff fun. You know. Skeletons. Chainsaws. Black magic. Toilet paper. Pumpkins carved with weird faces…”

Though squinting in suspicion, he appears unfocused. Claus offers a momentary pause of thought before snorting.  “So, are you dead? Is that how you know if feels different?” it’s a clipped response, blunt. He certainly couldn’t tell himself, but it wasn’t as if he’d given it much thought before now. It’s usually against his nature to  consider, but maybe she knows more than he does.  Again, he’s ruminating what the stranger has to say when the topic changes. Something about it is alluring and nostalgic, causing an almost painful sensation in how much he wants to learn more. Fingers curl tightly at the bottom of his hoodie, tugging it down anxiously. An excuse for mischief that he can get away with?!  

“Black magic? Carving pumpkins? I can do those things?”  

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hiro-heimada:

one more claus in a vampire costume