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[spicybreadproductions]

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🖌️character art by the amazing @elizabeshi

[chegadesaudade]

“Well, well, well... what can I do for you?” [from beyondhatred/the end, for honestly anyone]

“Hey there!!” 

The red-furred pupper was eagerly wagging her tail, thrilled to get the tall man’s attention.

“You know, you’d be a great addition to my band. That white hair, that red cape, the red gloves... it’s all so positively rockin’! But, actually... I was going to ask if you wanted to go pear-picking with me. I’m not quite tall enough to reach those high branches, what what!”

[nierz]

Are you finished yet?

[chegadesaudade]

"Oh oh... my ears ain't deceivin' me! There really is a sick beat coming from this way!" [[ FOR ANYBODY

“Oh, yeah! Your ears don’t lie, and you’re starting to feel it’s right!”

Cherry had her stereo on at near its max volume, blasting out K.K. Fusion to the wider world. She was only too happy to make a friend who appreciated music like she did!

“Hey, you wanna have a dance party? Right here, right now, what what!” 

[flowersoldier]

“  i can take care of myself.  ”

"Of course you can. I'm still gonna bring you."

[flowersoldier]

"Cloud? Is it okay if I go somewhere after school? It'd just be to play soccer and I can finish my homework when I get back..."

"Of course. Go have fun with your friends." As if he'd ever forbid a kid to have fun.

[chegadesaudade]

"Don't panic!" (K.K. Slider)

“Hmm?”

The songsmith had been so lost in his art that he hadn’t seen Panda approach, and after abruptly bringing his song to a halt, he stared at the bear with a puzzled, perplexed expression.

“Is there a reason to panic, daddio?”

[chegadesaudade]

“So, what can I do for you? Or, more accurately, what can you do for me?”

“Oh, an equivalent exchange? You scratch my back, I scratch yours? Fine by me, daddio. Never did care much for Bells, anyway. Can’t carry them with no pockets.”

He shrugged, then went back to standing in place, arms waving at his sides.

“I need a shack, jack. A portable performance pavilion. It doesn’t need to be large... actually, it doesn’t need to be anything more than a simple stage. And in return... I’ll give you the gift of music. And two common butterflies.”