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[0-g-i]

Quick drawing, feel a bit better now.

[lucasdenederlander]

Je pense que t'es lea seul.e à poster les clips direct sans sous titres donc stp continue pour nous les francophones qui sommes pas en France ou Belgique😭🙏

Ah, bonjour! Pas de problème, j’essaye de continuer à poster les clips! Désolé quand ils sont en retard!

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[rpmaniac]

already said it but Happy birthday!

I got enthusiastic and made your little animal crossing character as a pixel

[karmas]

I love your blog

aw thank you so much!! and i love you! 😘

[puppy--hoodies]

i feel like you're "cool guy" in the squad

[birkinangel]

:c jeremy irons looks like a snapping turtle 

[alvins-hot-juicebox]

She stood on an outcrop of stone above a writhing sea of pale white. Instead of salt spray, as her bleary mind expected, the smell of decay assailed her nostrils. She saw the sea below was made not of water, but of corpses: dead things, dead men, and dead women, and dead children, and dead beasts piled on one another to the far horizon -- their limbs emaciated, their skin diseased and covered in sores, or torn to expose the putrid meat and bone beneath. But the dead were moving, animated as if by some macabre puppeteer. They clambered over one another, clawing their way up the rock face. They were climbing to get at her, to wring her neck, to drag her down to join them in death. 

A black thundercloud rolled in over all. It sank low like a fog as it came, a roiling bank of ash and smoke, choking the air. Then the ash cloud twisted in flight and took shape before her eyes. It transformed, becoming a great, shadowy creature with horrible, vaporous bat's wings that spread to fill the sky. It swooped at her, and she recoiled low to the rock face -- and its mouth dripped with flames as with blood. They gushed vilely from its open maw, falling in torrents on the living dead below. Her stomach turned as she saw and smelled the flaming ichor melt the flesh from their bones, leaving burned and black-eyed skeletons in its wake. Yet to her terror the legions of undead continued to advance with grim, single-minded purpose. 

They had reached the pinnacle, they were upon her. Their hands grasped at her, held her fast, constrained her wrists and clutched at her robes with the iron grip of death -- and the creature swooped again and reared up before her, and its enormous talons reached out for her, and its shadowy wings enveloped her --

And then she fell. Down... Down... Down she fell, into darkness.

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Melena awoke damp with cold sweat.