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geezmarty · 7 months
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dark urge half-drow 🕸️
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captainbaddecisions · 6 months
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🎵Do do you believe you can hide?
I've seen it all!🎵
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squibo · 3 months
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flapdoodlez · 2 years
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just a couple of hellblazers
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scirfy · 2 years
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kaerujaki · 1 year
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See the light
[Socials and prints]
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stelloulas · 1 year
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together we are the greatest 🥇
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ryanribbity · 1 year
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Sonic’s
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eryanlainfa · 7 months
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He'd like to finish that damn group project first. Guys, focus !
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louscribbles · 2 years
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happiest of birthdays to a little scrap god ;3;
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pk-dann · 1 year
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Is this your card? 🃏
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pocketsonny · 1 year
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💖🤍! (based on)
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skepticalarrie · 2 years
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Prompt: Tianlang-jun & Zhuzhi-lang Zombie AU
“Uncle should go on without me.” Zhuzhi-lang’s breath shakes as Tianlang-jun re-bandages the wound on his calf; the ragged bite doesn’t hurt anymore but he knows better than to be relieved. Lack of sensation only means the virus is close to taking over.
He doesn’t want Tianlang-jun to be near him when the inevitable happens.
“Don’t be silly.” Tianlang-jun pats his cold cheek. “I told your mother I would look after you. Now, come on. We’re not too far from shelter.” He stands and holds out his lone arm to help Zhuzhi-lang to his feet.
Zhuzhi-lang shakes his head. He can feel his pulse slowing down, his limbs growing too heavy to move. He can’t hurt his uncle, he can’t.
Tianlang-jun clicks his tongue. “Zhuzhi-lang, you–” He crouches again. “Stop being difficult or Uncle really will just leave you.”
“Please.” Zhuzhi-lang’s tongue is like cotton in his mouth; it’s difficult to speak. “Go.”
Tianlang-jun swallows, face blank. And then he sits down fully.
“Uncle…”
“What should we have for dinner?” Tianlang-jun asks. “I think there’s still a can of peas in my backpack.” He casually reaches over to swipe a tear that attempts to slide down Zhuzhi-lang’s cheek. “Does that sound good?”
“...Mn.”
Tianlang-jun smiles. “I’ll open it when you feel a little better, hm?”
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foxdoodles · 3 months
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such a thing as freedom
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ojaiyart · 9 days
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girlies
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