i got me and my bf halloween presents 🖤💚
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an architect in a house they did not design
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Khare is the sort of person who blushes at the mere thought of holding her partner's hand, let alone going any further because... well, that's not really a good idea now, is it?
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Npd culture is that one bit on crybaby by Melanie Martinez that’s like “you’re all on your own and you’ve lost all your friends, you tell yourself that it’s not you it’s then” (I can’t remember the exact lyrics and I don’t really like Melanie anymore bc she called her ex a narcissist 💀)
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honestly, I was going to wait until I posted at least the ninth chapter in a sense, but I couldn't wait plus this piece have been screwing with me since I finished like a month ago...
the rendering also screwed me up because I added color burn on 100%.... I needed to recover from that, because holy shit, I scared myself of how I managed to make him scarier than intended...
just to know, it is fun drawing Dan as a corrupted form...*look at hands* God has let me live another day and I'm going to make it everyone's problem >:)
------------------------- oh gosh the eyes, man ------------------
tw: eyes.
👁👄👁 ( I'm laughing )
no render:
overlay [ 50%] :
color burn [ 100%] [ you have my blessing on this]
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spiderglade, how long did it take to get used to your dark forest body? do you miss your old form? im sure suddenly having so many legs isnt easy to get used to
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i love her i love her i love h
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this blunt got me feeling like i’m looking into the eyes of god while meteorite tears steam down her face ya feel?
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is that … blood ?
❝ This? Oh, It's just a graze, nothing to worry about. ❞ She drew her jacket against her side tightly, hiding it from Chloe's line of sight. Worrying about it wouldn't do either of them any good. At best guess the next town was just over a mile away. She could get it seen to there under the guise of stocking up on supplies, and Chloe would be none the wiser. Come on Song, just one more mile. Hide the damage. Bad habits it seemed, could transcend whole lifetimes. She grit her teeth, biting back a wince every time she so much as breathed, the sun beating down harshly against the nape of her neck. Her vision swam with floating specks, blurring the road in front of her. Everything it seemed was working against her favour today. But River Allegro Song was nothing if not resilient . ❝ come on Chloe, keep up. ❞
𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑩𝑰𝑫 ᶜᵘʳᶤᵒˢᶤᵗʸ . // accepting.
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