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random wol sketchy

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exploring :3

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summer hrothgirl!! commission for ElectricGiga 🧡

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A new journey

Hrothgar captain 🌊

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i'm cleaning my images folder at work. time to post it again because i'm too lazy to find the original post i made this for

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Blessed Hat

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I...........want there to be more Zenos content on here but I don't want to make it myself

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after i made this design i couldnt look at it for months

i spent 60+ hours on it & people just didn’t like it. crazy how even after 10+ years as a pro artist a bad/lackluster response can still distort my own perception of my work

idk why ppl haven’t liked this one but imo it’s gorgeous

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Taking the red hats off of half a dozen gnomes and loading them carefully, tearfully, into a revolver.

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I know that—objectively—this is bullshit, but I have chosen to believe that the reason the US hasn't formally changed to the metric system is for the poets. When the going gets tough you can still claw your way forward inch by inch, but centimeter by centimeter just doesn't quite carry you. You're in love/excited/nervous/scared and your heart is beating a hundred miles per hour, whoa that sounds fast and dangerous! But a hundred kph? I've been passed by people going faster than that coming out of downtown on capital boulevard. The pound of flesh they take from you is raw and bloody and full of pain, the kilogram of flesh is impersonal and excised in laboratory conditions under strict observation. Liters are okay tho, if only because they sound like meter and a meter is used to measure things, so the measure of a man can be siphoned (as a byproduct of the kilogram) into a bottle with a screw cap lid and stored in a dark cool room until he is found wanting. A gallon would be wasteful, a quart too unserious, and a cup not enough to keep him from withering in the desert sands under 100 degree faeghreignheit sun. ...Okay maybe celsius gets a pass too.

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Robin!Jason: I wonder if different brands of shampoo taste different

Dick: They do

Jason:

Dick:

Jason:

Dick: Wait, ask me again and I'll hesitate before answering this time.