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[fablivious1]

Comic about me and my friends playing dandys world

Bonus:

[ilovebiscuits]

silly sky colour test thingy

[pupytrail]

👁 🪻 🐛 heh he h heh

👁 - sighs and foxy jump scares you /silly

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Miku thingys i bought a few days ago hehehe

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an ss of me failing to type </3 - ignore my name a pfp thankies ! twirls and throws glitter in your face before skipping away

[topaztimes]

HANG ON I didn't share the 300th digital artwork in my main art folder <3

[choropppi]

ummmm idk how to post my art here I have made too many ... I guess take these two choromatsus I drew long time ago

[dammerbund]

cousins beach on the fourth of july. as kids, he and jeremiah used to count down the days until they came here — when they would reunite with laurel, steven, and belly. summers here always felt so special. like no matter what was going in the real world — no matter how annoying school got, no matter who he argued with, or whatever drama disrupted their ordinary lives — they would always come here and the rest of the world would cease to exist. when they were at cousins, it was only them. and no one else. that's how conrad's mom always wanted it. she wanted it to be an oasis — a place they could pretend time was frozen. since her passing, conrad did his best to respect her wishes. but without her, each trip to cousins beach grew harder and harder. especially when he had to see them. he knelt in front of her grave, stray tears rolling down his cheeks as he set a bouquet of hydrangeas at her tombstone. when conrad could, he tended to the garden she started. it was his way of keeping her memory alive without having to drain his body entirely in order to tolerate jeremiah and belly. he stayed knelt at the grave, staring at her name, as if she'd materialize from thin air just through the sheer act of his gaze alone. fuck, he missed her so much. she'd know what to say, how to help him. it never really occurred to him how much he relied on her advice until he could no longer hear it. that was the worst part about growing up, he began to realize. especially when you lose people. at some point — you just have to figure shit out on your own. he liked to imagine his mom learned the same lesson when she became a young adult too.

he coughed to clear his throat of stifled cries, pushing himself up against his knees to gain momentum and stood back up, finally looking around at the small graveyard. it was a small town after all, and not many people were buried here. he smiled at the idea that everyone laid to rest here had the same fondness for cousins beach that his family and him had. his gaze fell on a familiar face, though the other hadn't seem him yet. stefan salvatore. he recognized him mostly from when they were younger. he and his brother damon would sometimes hang out with them at the pop up fairs and parks around cousins. they were never particularly close, but they knew each other well enough to know the shit they were in, in recent years. he recalled hearing about stefan losing his mother. felt like it happened at the same time as me, conrad thought. he wanted so badly to be a good neighbor, but he couldn't. it was too hard for him. conrad would've broke. he cleared his throat again and looked away from stefan, hoping he didn't notice the lingering gaze, looking down at his hands as he fidgeting with his nails. conrad debated saying something to him now. but he didn't want to be rude — or presumptuous. maybe stefan just wanted to be alone. but sometimes conrad wished he had someone tell him they understood how he felt. that they understood why he shut down, why it was difficult for him to communicate his emotions.... why he couldn't make for a good boyfriend when his mom was dying. when he finally looked back up, his legs started moving before he even finished thinking. ❛❛ hey, stefan. ❜❜ he offered with a gentle smile. ❛❛ i — uhh — ❜❜ he stuttered, looking back down at his nails before looking back up, ❛❛ i just wanted to say i'm sorry for your loss. ❜❜ / @salvatoraes

[gifti3]

im gonna do so many chores i promise

[inksplattedboys]

there’s something so special abt book jokes