I've had this one in my gallery for a while

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I've had this one in my gallery for a while
I dropped my cards before the mcc games presentation, I hope I got the right acronym-
There are 2 types of friends
More art I did towards the beginning of season 8 because I enjoyed this moment way too much.
We used to hold hands everyday. The type of holding hands when you grab on and just don't let go. We would spend whole days twisting around each other, struggling through our chores and adventures, hands sweaty, but refusing to let go. We would stay like this from the moment we stepped out of that van 'til we fell asleep on the bench, tired from our adventures and lulled to sleep by gentle guitar strums and sincere vocals.
We both hoped this closeness would last, but lets be honest, can any softness survive in this world?
We held hands 'til we were dragged apart and even then we kept reaching. Through the black box and those first respawns, the duel and sacrifices, your flight from L'manberg and you, held back on the stage, my cold nights in the ravine and my late nights in the office. Through the festival, the fireworks, the fight, and the long recovery. Through his spiral and the destruction and his death. Through every lesson the boxes and buttons and betrayals tried to beat into us we made every effort to stay close, but he still wiggled his way in (maybe he was there since the beginning). Then you were stood on that wall and he was pulling you away and you were alone and you never visited and we had compasses in place of each others hand. I was on the tower and I was at the bottom and then we're finally close again, but I'm beyond salvageable and I'm worthless and we hate each other (we don't).
Regret is not something we're unfamiliar with.
We're holding hands again the next day. We're holding hands through the final measure of our home. We're holding hands down the Prime Path, along the boat ride, and we pull each other up the mountain. We fight side by side and in the end we hold hands as I assure you it's alright and I beg you not to go. We hold hands in the victory back at the start though it's not for as long as we used to. It doesn't take much to let go anymore.
Then I'm gone and I can't accept it and you're back and you've moved on and it's been a long time since we've held hands.
I was feeling overwhelmed last night so I colored the doodle for comfort.
Sbiverse Philza
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I was gonna post these tomorrow because I already posted today, but I have no patience. So, here's a bunch of sketches for @thunderbottle 's "Four of a Kind" because it's making up most of my thoughts right now.
Also, I know the 4th drawing isn't an actual scene, but it's how I imagine Ranboo told Tommy about licking Halite. It'll be my headcanon until Thunder inevitably reveals that I'm way off-