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- precious art style - so much talent -award for most creative person - literally an angel. Like. An actual angel -sweetest darling to ever touch this planet???

#like #i could literally die #lifeisanimation #ECHO IS CUTE #SPREAD THE WORD #if you guys haven't peeped this babies at yet then let me tell you #you're missing out on some cute stuff

THANK U FOR YOUR ADDITION TO MY POST IT IS A PLEASURE TO MEET YOU

HEYA! A PLEASURE TO MEET YOU TOO! HAPPY I COULD ADD SOMETHIN’

#I MEAN ALL I DO IS SCREAM TBH #lifeisanimation #SERIOUSLY THOUGH #TINY HANDS #JUST #/TINY HANDS/#BILL YAMMERIN

[ just a clone ]

Just a Clone by @mabes-in-reverse aka Ash Sparkles. Based off of a comic by @lifeisanimation. -- -- -- -- -- -- -- It's dark and quiet at this time of the night, and Bipper notices it as he tries to sleep. All he can hear is the whirring of the fan above his bed, and all he can see is the dull light from the moon through the window's thin curtains. It's just like every other night -- there's too much on his mind and he can't close his eyes. And then, he hears it -- he hears the sound of soft footsteps on wooden floors and a door slowly being opened, making a little squeak. Someone is most definitely trying to leave their bedroom, but he's not sure who. Waiting until the person passes by his door and makes their way down the stairs, Bipper doesn't hesitate to open his own door, letting out a sigh of relief that it didn't squeak. Checking Dipper's door first, he sees that it's locked, and the same for Mabel's. The only one it could be is Tyrone. But why would he be up so late? Didn't he like sleeping? Heading down the stairs, he sees the soft light coming from the kitchen, and he swiftly makes his way there, stepping inside. "Ty? What... what're you doing up this late?" Tyrone seems to freeze in his actions, as if he's caught doing something wrong. "I... nothing," he lies. Bipper sees through that lie as soon as it falls past the other's lips, and his eyebrows furrow. He's obviously doing something. "Don't lie to me like that. I know you're doing something secretive. Might as well spill it now." And then Tyrone turns around, tired eyes meeting Bipper's for a split second. There's a soda in his hand, and his eyes are filled with tears. "You... you were going to melt yourself?" Bipper asks, feeling a similar prickle from the back of his eyes. It stings, and it's warm, but not that good kind of warm. It hurts. Tyrone looks down at his soda, unable to look at Bipper anymore. He can't-- it hurts too much. "I... I don't see the point of being around anymore. I'm just a copy. I'm just surprised I was able to stick around for so long..." "You... no. You can't do this," Bipper states, hands balling up into fists. "Please..." "Bip, I... I'm just a copy. I was called Number Two for a reason-- maybe I should just start calling myself that," Tyrone mutters, soft laughter emmiting from his throat, although the stinging tears fight it off. "You're nothing like him," Bipper insists, feeling his own tears fall into his cheeks. And then he's pulling the other close and kissing him -- even if he does it, he wants one more kiss. He wants to remember what it's like to have his lips against his own, he wants to remember how they fit perfectly together. And when it ends, he doesn't let go, and Tyrone begrudgingly drops his soda. "Bip... please... I can't do this anymore..." Tyrone insists, not willing to move in the other's arms. "Please, Ty... don't let go..." fin.

#tybip #lifeisanimation #;;my writing #;;billdip #billdip