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#bannerfall smp #bf smp #bf!cherri #bf!apo #bf hellfire duo #tadaaaa #hellfire #hellfire duo

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#tadaaaa #anyone want to see the process video? lol #it looks kind of insane #anyways #sram #ivan kovačić #sram fanart #my art 2026 #i did an Ivan and stayed up all night drawing 🧍🤠☝️#the yellow eye is the one looking through the 4th wall btw :3 #sram yellow if you will #I fixed his mouth after a bunch of you rebloged this lol🧍

All My Friends Are Finding New Beliefs By Christian Wiman

#f1 academy #doriane pin #myedit #women in motorsport #tadaaaa

Fixed laughing jack doodles lol

I did not like how the ones I posted looked so I fixed them!

Tadaaa!! :^D✨✨✨

Closed rp with @girllock-writes Wander-Epilogue-AU

The gang had ended— at least, the way he knew. His brother, dead, never finding the redemption he hoped, the woman he loved, gone, his son, gone. A massacre of blood, gunpowder and empty idealism. Took everyone to ruin. In the last days of the gang he used to call home, John started being treated like a traitor— he really wasn't, and the man who he saw as a father figure had tried to kill him. All those years and he thought there was something— money, love, belonging. But no. There was nothing left but scars and regret. After he found Micah and ended his life, there was only absolute emptyness. His friende had died, even his horse had died in the process. Four wasted years, sunk in revenge and blood. Marston just wandered after that. His thin figure, messy shirt, jeand and boots, like a ghost of what he once was, picking fights on the streets, drinking, avoiding existence. He kept fighting hoping one day someone would end his life. Got to the point he lost everything. All his belongings but an old knife he used to shave and stab. One night things got so out of hand, as he wandered down the road and reached a new town. He was drunk, two guys picked a fight with him, stole the little money and even his old knife, his dignity and his honor, and he was left by the church, on the street, cold rain soaking him, mixing blood, tears and mud. He considered getting up, but as soon as his muscles tensed...he gave up. Gave up and just lied there in the storm, like a broken toy that wasn't of use to anyone no more.

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