my eng is a little bit bad, i'm... errr... um... so sorry i'm just learning🥺
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i'm in artblock again☠️
clara with stupid bang that she did by herself using the rusty scissors. its real. i saw👁️👁️
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rough translation... um...
this is one of Clara's(her sister i mean) phrases at the end of the changeling route
"The disease is you. And the persecuted saint is me. Except I'm not here yet, I'm a figment of your imagination... The result of your lies! But what a marvelous lie that lie itself has turned out to be. Thievery was the key to the possibility of a miracle."
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"it's vibrating"
"it means it likes it"
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The 13th day, in which the Bachelor learns nothing, and strives for failure.
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Pathologic x Morphine (Bulgakov)
Inspired by this fic!!
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Соотечественники-моровцы, а вы тоже…………это видите???????……..
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ии так вкусно сказал этикет
[Аi озвучка]
Спасибо за ситуацию из c.ai и комикс @solhound ♡♡♡
В ТГК будет нарезка лажи с записи озвучки
Мой YouTube: @umbra1214
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"Hugged" Mark can take Artemy's hands, but he'll never get mine
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Herb Brides gestures studies that got out of hand
based on Damien Jalet's choreography L'Évocation, Marie Piltz's in the "Sacrificial Dance" of The Rite of Spring as drawn by Valentine Hugo, and miscellaneous.
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That's all that's left. Fifty-seven pages of research, two bottles of morphine and one ticket back to the Capital. The train departs at dusk.
An illustration for a Patho AU inspired by Bulgakov I'll probably never write properly but it's been worming in my brain for over two years now.
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Do you sleep well?
The more logical question would be if I'm sleeping at all. But yes, I do. I don't usually dream. But I'm dreaming something that looks like a dream. My gloves are off. A plain oak coffin. Crows overhead. And buttons. Those damn buttons. But what's even scarier is that in all the dreams, the angel of death is defeated.
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Burakhovsky comic based on a fic "time's narrow" by any_open_eye on a03. Please check out the fic too! 18+ (link)
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