Two things in my heart are true:
Serizawa never misses a chance to bask in sunlight a little bit, and Serizawa can make Reigen do those big ugly unflattering (but actually very flattering) genuine deep belly laughs.
If you can't read my handwriting, Mob is thinking: There sure are many ways to laugh in this world.
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everything under control.
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completed a portrait series of all the human children of the big three from pjo/hoo 𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚
loved loved loved experimenting with a new style and interpreting these characters with a new design!
commissions | print store ✩
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They burrowed upwards from the earth, moving in listless undulation, like carp banners in summer. Slowly, lazily, as thick as udon noodles. Once reaching a certain hight they branched off, outwards, upwards - perhaps it was more like watching the sped up cycle of a tree’s growth?
Only to fade into little motes, or fungal pollen, at the steps end. Movement did not act in its favor. At least, that’s what Serizawa hypothesized. Another theory brought the image of angler fish to Serizawa’s mind.
Oh worm?
Another ch5 sketch from my serirei case fic Glow Worms or rather: In the Depths of the Safflower Hills
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