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I don't have the original drawing, but the snake bird came from my friend describing a dragon as a snake with, and I quote: "feathery arms"

First person to guess the reference I’ll do a request for.

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when i saw how smol his torso was i really just couldn't help myself.

I’m sniper trash in all honesty.

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Just a noodle snake with wings. It's an inside joke,,

First person to guess the reference I’ll do a request for.

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Isn't this called Spy Vs. Spy?

First person to guess the reference I’ll do a request for.

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waitwhatdidijustwhathelp- (oofisoundstupid)

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*emotional and ugly sobbing* mytwofavoritegames

Go my sniper children, be free. 

(I still haven’t played tf2) 

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this is really relatable and i just,, am still not used to it

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Whatever this is, I love it

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Y'know, I couldn't agree more. I don't have to explain, and I am also not in the mood to. It's 11 PM so I am not going to bother. I just a g r e e ((imtiredbuttumblrismyfueltokeepliving))

I’m mad because Sans is such an interesting and well developed character yet you treat him like this

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I love tumblr. Also I discovered...

Fonts!

i spilt lipstick in your valentino bag

OH, Y OU SPILA̶U̶G̸N̵B̵D̷A̷U̷H̸N̴A̵U̷G̵H̵-

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C l a p s

Oh, the instrumental is out.

Thanks Stefan.

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It's 2 AM here and I have to not laugh but you're making it real fuckin hard m8

honey, it’s the gayest tuesday of 2018

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wHEEZE,, nO PLEASE MY LUNGS

Engineer Voice

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Guess what

I gave up on the writing thing because jesus fucking christ I just can’t with life and also I actually have a friend now, shocker. Imma reblog this on my other accounts, might start doing this shit again, probably not.

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Yo bois

Still not dead, just increasingly tired and pissed at everything that ever existed, I’ve been practicing slightly pixelated art,, I’ve been really busy lately with that shit so you get the gist.

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Been super inactive,, sorry

I'm more pissed than usual, and I can't really think that well at the moment. I didn't know I could be more angry then I've been lately, the more you know.

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Left hand, pt. 14

Ben opened the door, delighted to see Art. 'Ah, hey Arthur! Is it alright if we stay over here? My younger sister got the flu.' He drew him into a huge, rib crushing hug. 'hNK- YeP iT's aLrIGhT-' His voice got higher as Ben squeezed him. 'Oh- Sorry.' He put Art down, letting him walk in before closing le door and leaving it unlocked. 'I do have a hulu account, I had to go through the process of remembering my password for a long time, though. Want any snacks?' Art took off his boots, becoming at least 4 inches shorter. 'No thanks, I'm good.' Ben sat down on his couch, the springs creaking quietly. 'Which episode are we on?' Art sat down on the opposite side, looking around the room. 'Three, I think.' He muttered, making a mental image of his living room. It was very tidy and warm, and it had a lot of embroidery. 'Okidoke.' Art switched his attention to the Tv, very slightly scooting closer to Ben. He'd passed out in the middle of the episode, not having realized how tired he'd been all day. 'Must have been a rough week.' Ben paused the episode to get a blanket for him, hurrying back and laying Art down with a blanket. He finished the episodes while sitting on the hardwood floor, not minding how rough it was on his back. He glanced over at Art once more before locking the front door again and heading to his own room. Ben gently closed his door, rolling into bed. 'I'm going to regret letting him sleep on the couch..' He rolled himself up into a burrito, eventually falling asleep.