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hi tumblr sasaro nation uhhhhh have this stupid doodle

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Here are all the unwatermarked Vash shimejis that I worked on today! Feel free to use on VTS or wherever you need a little Vash in your life~

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'Sighting of an Angel'

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eepy ass temple

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I spent like three days making this stupid guy (i love him)

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again？

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sasara “my muse” nurude

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still alive I promise

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I've been doing a lot of traditional art because of a hectic schedule that I ended up filling out my other one. Here's the new cover I made:

All of it was of old sticker I saved up through the years and countless tags from clothes. Really really love it!!!!!!

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Legato's colors do not attack my eyes and it brings me great joy.

some 98 palette/trimax edits!!!

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revisiting an image i made a full year ago (!) because i'm quite fond of how the wings came out but wanted to a fix a few other things that were bugging me. i like to think the long feathery eyelashes would be good for keeping sand and other nasty stuff out of his eyes 😁

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someone get these guys some proper gear

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The Millions Knives Dilemma

When you have too much freedom, you tend to think you’re the one standing above it all. Nothing is against you and even if it was, that would never be enough to stop you. Over and over, you climb things with ease. It’s not long before everyone else is so far behind. Still, you are humble in knowing they are your peers. Yet everyone knows, you reign high. Slowly, you sink by your feet in the countless thoughtless actions. The lies, the insults, the truth that you are unbeatable. Everyone around you, in their freedom, had chosen to enjoy and work hard.

You.

You, oh you. The once simple things of sneering out insults like tea time pleasantries, have now earned you looks of judgement and decay. The playful and yet violent acts you paid no mind to, all of a sudden become a problem.

Because your freedom, remains the same. Your moral standing that you are the best and that will always be so. However, everyone knows otherwise. You are you. A vulnerable mortal vessel. Like everyone else, like the regular and nothing taboo.

You must work hard now; you must play nice. No one will want you otherwise. For the lead role to fall in your hands, for you to be center stage. Those who cast their gaze, will never truly know you, but the same cannot be said to them. Every detail, every action—you can predict. Despite the flavorful words the playwright expresses, you are the one with the knowledge of more. You know what it true. You know what is right. A being that encompasses what it must be.

Shackled by your truth, what is it that truly makes you free?

This is for the au I was working on. V silly bc we might end up using it in a short film for school.

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AGHHHH THEY SO SQUISH

vash arguing with wolfwood (this time for wolfwood's bullshit) and wolfwood thinking 'oh he's failed vash he failed him so bad' the whole time with his teary eyes covered by sunglasses until he can't hold his sniffles and it's the worst thing vash ever hear yeah

aka wolfwood crying and it's vash's fault (he's gonna throw himself off a cliff now)

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Somewhere, this is what Wolfwood sees as he dies on the couch. Instead of the debris, he sees the home he was taken away from. The bells would be ringing and the confetti would be thrown, and he would smile. The suns would be so freakishly hot, but the liquor helps with that and Vash was there too. Or maybe he's just trying to convince himself he's not dying and that his body was growing numb and cold. It didn't matter how warm it was anymore.

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BUT YK ITS ALSO JUST A REALLY COOL PIC AND CHURCH THANKS FOR SHARING OP

happy trigun book club everyone, here's a picture i took of a church on the startoff day exactly. for no particular reason

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no context behind this painting.