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My second entry for the #HIVESWAPCOMICSCONTEST !!

HIVESWAP LYRICSTUCK - SOS by Take That (stops at 2:13)

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the remastered version of all trolls in one long post

2d x 3d hiveswap featuring every troll featured so far

this took me so long :) hope you guys like it.

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i drew this awhile ago

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ive been running into dragon rider aus but none of them provided the Good Stuff

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https://soundcloud.com/jubyphonic-p/candy-candy-circus-p-trance-remix-english-cover

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https://soundcloud.com/balrghalgh/i-need-a-doctor-vs-flare

[thedaveanon]

"Yeah, I don't see the point in getting rid of something that is already gone."

"Say Bravat, I heard you give fortunes. I'm curious to hear mine." The blonde slid into the seat, his eyes well hidden behind his shades.

“Ah hello, young man! Yes, I can predict your future. Though from those peculiar clothes you’re wearing, I suppose my prediction is your present and Not your future.” The fortune teller’s eyes mysteriously glimmer at him, as if he can tell all of Dave’s secrets with just a glance. 

“Why would such a talented traveler as yourself come back here in Jeans and a T-Shirt? It is merely the 1890s, little star of time”

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This song is life. 

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He tilted his head at the odd expression the man was suddenly making. "Uh... You okay there?"

"Say Bravat, I heard you give fortunes. I'm curious to hear mine." The blonde slid into the seat, his eyes well hidden behind his shades.

“Ah hello, young man! Yes, I can predict your future. Though from those peculiar clothes you’re wearing, I suppose my prediction is your present and Not your future.” The fortune teller’s eyes mysteriously glimmer at him, as if he can tell all of Dave’s secrets with just a glance. 

“Why would such a talented traveler as yourself come back here in Jeans and a T-Shirt? It is merely the 1890s, little star of time”

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"And what makes you so certain of that?" he challenged. "And whose future do you mean? Mine or yours?"

"Say Bravat, I heard you give fortunes. I'm curious to hear mine." The blonde slid into the seat, his eyes well hidden behind his shades.

“Ah hello, young man! Yes, I can predict your future. Though from those peculiar clothes you’re wearing, I suppose my prediction is your present and Not your future.” The fortune teller’s eyes mysteriously glimmer at him, as if he can tell all of Dave’s secrets with just a glance. 

“Why would such a talented traveler as yourself come back here in Jeans and a T-Shirt? It is merely the 1890s, little star of time”

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"Fuck no. And last I checked, that goddamn abomination got thrown into the void, never to be seen again."

"Say Bravat, I heard you give fortunes. I'm curious to hear mine." The blonde slid into the seat, his eyes well hidden behind his shades.

“Ah hello, young man! Yes, I can predict your future. Though from those peculiar clothes you’re wearing, I suppose my prediction is your present and Not your future.” The fortune teller’s eyes mysteriously glimmer at him, as if he can tell all of Dave’s secrets with just a glance. 

“Why would such a talented traveler as yourself come back here in Jeans and a T-Shirt? It is merely the 1890s, little star of time”

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"Actually, no. Had we never played, the universe would have torn itself apart because it had matured and we were only witnessing the warning signs of it's destruction when we picked up that game." He shook his head, not exactly following him. "The greenest star? If you mean who I think you do, then you must be mistaken. I know he's dead - I risked my life to kill him so he couldn't spread any more destruction. Sure, he might be alive in the shadows in this time period, but it isn't possible for him to still be alive in my present."

"Say Bravat, I heard you give fortunes. I'm curious to hear mine." The blonde slid into the seat, his eyes well hidden behind his shades.

“Ah hello, young man! Yes, I can predict your future. Though from those peculiar clothes you’re wearing, I suppose my prediction is your present and Not your future.” The fortune teller’s eyes mysteriously glimmer at him, as if he can tell all of Dave’s secrets with just a glance. 

“Why would such a talented traveler as yourself come back here in Jeans and a T-Shirt? It is merely the 1890s, little star of time”

[thedaveanon]

"We never wanted the divinity until it meant living over leaving ourselves to die." His voice rose in a slight anger at how he was accusing him in a way that sounded as though it had all been intentional. "We didn't cause destruction - hell, when it started we thought we were trying to save this hunk of rock. And really, we technically did - but we couldn't save most living here. And all this?" He gestured around the room. "For this version of the planet, when doomsday comes, it's not like any of your stars will be around to see it. But we saved what was left and started anew. So don't you dare think we caused any of it - it would have happened whether we interfered or not. Our interference gave us the chance to rebuild the world rather than let it permanently die." He stood, a hint of anger in his voice. The accusatory tone the fortune teller had used had stabbed him deeply, and he knew better than to let him accuse him without having the full story. "Tell me since you love stars so much - is the permanent death of a universe and all the planets and stars within really good? Because though the stars and planets of an old universe die, they can be reused in a new universe, and new stars are born from the dust of dead stars."

"Say Bravat, I heard you give fortunes. I'm curious to hear mine." The blonde slid into the seat, his eyes well hidden behind his shades.

“Ah hello, young man! Yes, I can predict your future. Though from those peculiar clothes you’re wearing, I suppose my prediction is your present and Not your future.” The fortune teller’s eyes mysteriously glimmer at him, as if he can tell all of Dave’s secrets with just a glance. 

“Why would such a talented traveler as yourself come back here in Jeans and a T-Shirt? It is merely the 1890s, little star of time”

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He shrugged, but looked at him with suspicion. "What makes you say I'm divine? Other than my obvious charm and wit," he joked, though his question was serious.

"Say Bravat, I heard you give fortunes. I'm curious to hear mine." The blonde slid into the seat, his eyes well hidden behind his shades.

“Ah hello, young man! Yes, I can predict your future. Though from those peculiar clothes you’re wearing, I suppose my prediction is your present and Not your future.” The fortune teller’s eyes mysteriously glimmer at him, as if he can tell all of Dave’s secrets with just a glance. 

“Why would such a talented traveler as yourself come back here in Jeans and a T-Shirt? It is merely the 1890s, little star of time”

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He tilted his head a little, quirking a brow. "Uh... You okay there...?" he asked uncertainly.

"Say Bravat, I heard you give fortunes. I'm curious to hear mine." The blonde slid into the seat, his eyes well hidden behind his shades.

“Ah hello, young man! Yes, I can predict your future. Though from those peculiar clothes you’re wearing, I suppose my prediction is your present and Not your future.” The fortune teller’s eyes mysteriously glimmer at him, as if he can tell all of Dave’s secrets with just a glance. 

“Why would such a talented traveler as yourself come back here in Jeans and a T-Shirt? It is merely the 1890s, little star of time”

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He squinted again, returning his shades to their proper place. "...If you say so..." He stuck the bracelet into his pocket, not entirely sure if he was going to actually wear it or not.

"Say Bravat, I heard you give fortunes. I'm curious to hear mine." The blonde slid into the seat, his eyes well hidden behind his shades.

“Ah hello, young man! Yes, I can predict your future. Though from those peculiar clothes you’re wearing, I suppose my prediction is your present and Not your future.” The fortune teller’s eyes mysteriously glimmer at him, as if he can tell all of Dave’s secrets with just a glance. 

“Why would such a talented traveler as yourself come back here in Jeans and a T-Shirt? It is merely the 1890s, little star of time”