Yeahhh im going with ram tubbo yeahhhh what can i say
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For the new year, though it's late now. Cheers to them and the memories we made
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family photo but make it look like they’re in a mafia 📸
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based on this poem by mavigator
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this is how i see the missclick accident
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purgatory flight
(wings are based on my post from a few days ago about them getting healed by the end void)
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POV your 19 year old Captain joins the war and channels his inner southern NFL coach
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testing some brushes on procreate… guys dsmp has so many good characters
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Schlatt's heart pounded, and pounded, and pounded, and all the poison from all the apples rushed through his veins. Staring all of them in the eye, he refused to let any of them get the closure of killing them - for once in his life, he would do this himself.
Schlatt died from the poison coursing through his heart, spitting a new kind of poison from his lips.
His dying words were a curse upon the land. "When I die, this country goes down with me."
This is a piece I made for Schlatt's entry in @dreamoirezine and it is based on @boonbeenblade's writing. If you haven't yet, I fully encourage you to check out not only their writing, but the whole zine, available to download for free here.
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