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I forgot about this post. But I did it @wittlepuppydog. I didn't shave my head completely, I just got a short hairstyle instead. It was about 5 months ago now and I absolutely love it. It has made the pain considerably more bearable as hair is no longer brushing against my face constantly, and I no longer have to tie it up to get it out of the way (which also hurts).

Honestly, it's not even just about the pain. I feel more like me. I recognise myself in the mirror. I like my hair, I like my face - something I could never comfortably say before. It feels like my pain gave me a gift. I never thought I would say something like that about my chronic pain. But yeah, it has helped and I have never felt more like myself than I do now.

And people's reactions and their staring honestly haven't faced me. I don't care about it anymore. Also, it's hard to say whether they're staring bc of the hair or bc I'm young and disabled and walking with a cane.

Thought I'd add some pictures for reference;)

I've been considering shaving my head because of the pain. It's still constant and my hair makes it worse. Is it stupid? Will I regret it? Will I feel like I'm "giving in" to the pain? Does that even make sense? I'm tired of feeling like I have no control over the pain. And this feels like a way I can maybe at least not hurt myself more and gain a little control back? I don't know. I'm tired

Redesign!

Sooo I redesigned my persona :D

She's a sheep now :3

finally crawling out from the depths of my cavern to post my Spider-Man Oc in honor of the new spider-verse movie (Which I haven’t seen so NO SPOILERS)

Anyways, this little goober’s name is Chris Caleb, also known as The Brown Recluse. Basically, he was bitten by a radioactive brown recluse spider, but because he left the wound untreated, it gave him gangrene. This causes his body to be rotting constantly, but fortunately, he can regenerate any part of his body. All his spider stuff is natural, which includes being able to shoot his own webs (think Tobey Maguire Peter Parker) and can spit venom at people, which causes their bodies to rot.

Anyways, time to disappear for another how ever many months

THE SCREAM I SCREAMPT WHEN I SAW HER

SHES BACK

MY WIFE

Am I the only one a little worried about some of those thoughts? Like, are you ok? Do you want a hug or something? Just me? Yeah? No? Ok

Pretend ur invasive self hating thoughts r being said to u by a 13 y/o boy on xbox live trying to get a rise out of you like “Your girlfriend dumped you because you’re ugly” that’s nice tim isn’t it past ur bedtime

Must reblog

i went looking for the comic that the reaction image is from and i am not disappointed

Auugghhh beforus headcanon doodles 😄😄😄😄 I could only be bothered to really color two of them lmao

I like to think that Pre-Scratch Fef like. Adopted Kankri because he wasn’t lusus compatible or whatevs. Being raised by overbearing, more than slightly coddling royalty is part of the reason why he’s. Like that. Also that Pre-Scratch Sollux was Meenah’s official (offishal) grubsitter

Whenever I get too obsessed with a show i literally start dreaming fake episodes and then have to wake up and check to see if it was a real episode or not

So when I was deep into 9-1-1 a few years ago (mostly for Buddie) I had a dream where Buck was having a panic attack or something and Eddie was holding him being like “you’re safe, you’re okay, I got you” or whatever and then Buck just like…kissed Eddie???? And then I woke up

But now with what I’ve been seeing online about the most recent episodes I feel like this is a plausible scenario????

Am I a prophet????

A little gift for @lawomi just because <3

I finally downloaded some of the games on my must play list recently and funnily enough my favourite one I've played is the one i found on accident. I was going to download this game "littlewood" and below it I saw "Little witch in the woods" If not for my love of witches, then atleast for the Halloween spirit. I decided to download it.

AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH. Ellie is such a charming protagonist, she reminds me a lot of Akko from little witch academia. And her dynamic with virgil is nothing short of amusing. Although I haven't played "potions permit" because it is refusing to work on my laptop for some reason, based on the descriptions I've seen I'd say they're pretty similar.

The game mostly focuses on collecting ingredients for potions and making said potions. It's a pretty chill game, nothing's scary so far like I'd fear. It also has its own storylines that I've enjoyed playing through and I love the characters they have so far.

None of them are dateable yet, I'm not sure if there will be any but I sure hope so. ( PLS PLS PLS PLS MAKE ROY DATEABLE PLSSSSS )

Unfortunately it's not a finished game, I played through early access. I'm pretty sure it's on steam but I downloaded it on steamunlocked because im poor. Pleaseeeeeee try the game, and if you have the means buy it on steam and support the devs. 🙏🙏

i am half way through the way by swann's and yesterday i realized i think in proust's sentences? i don't know how to explain but i felt like my thoughts are shaped by his words and not just the sturcture, the thought itself is resembles him too. it so weird.

A few people have asked about this recently so I tried to break down my method of painting faces to the best of my ability. I personally like to use gritty chalky brushes, and this particular painting was mainly done with this brush by Mark Winters.

Reblog for sexy ink Caligula

When you're bored in czech class and start making fanart for the poem you're supposed to be dissecting

Hmmm I wanna draw a picture with Dedede in it but I don't have a lot of experience drawing him. I should look up a reference.

Hm. Ok.

Headcanons for Haters anatomy! Ive had these floating about and decided to finally jot them down properly!

Its mostly weird and icky jelly stuff that changes in consistency and even opacity depending on its function and purpose. It resides within his bones for the most part but seeps out whenever he gets a cut or injured or needs some extra protection, so it gets extra goopy and bad when something makes its way past the layers of bone and into the system within. The first time he got properly sick in the skullship it was a nightmare for the little guys. (Picture sm similar to that scene in Howls Moving Castle)

But this does help explain how hes so immune to Captain Tim and their scratches and bites and acid fuelled "kisses". Hes doing alot of repairing and rebuilding without even realising. As well as the jelly being very effective against most types of acids and keeping any other unwanted inruders out of his system.

Very little is known about how he functions and he barely knows how he works himself despite years of being alive so its quite a scare when he actually does get properly hurt or sick. His senses are also pretty dull on the outer layers, which definitely didn't influence his relationship to pain and torturing and not getting why his fleshy companions make such a big deal out of it.

But the sudden sensory input when the jelly gets involved can be surprising and even upsetting, anything more than a loose flowy robe is suddenly really annoying and distracting to wear. A little like moving from the amount of sensation in ones teeth, to the amount of sensation in the gums.

I feel like god was one of the og fanfic writers

like, he saw this planet full of blorbos, meow meows, what have you and just. chewed them up. threw so much angst and trauma at them and was having a great time

until he threw his own oc into the mix and chilled tf out

It's Disability Pride Month, and I'm starting it off by doing some acknowledgement via Vent Art. Whilst the blue from the four-eyes was an easy allegory for my extreme nearsightedness, I also wanted to do a bit of an experiment with how I did this, to help acknowledge my own chronic pain.

The initial sketch stage of the gold cracks where drawn using places I was actively in pain for the 10 or so minutes I was drawing everything else and cooking. Each of the red-orange lines after are places I was in pain during the lineart section after. Neither of which included time not explicitly drawing. I was also going to include something about how I need a cane to walk, but I wasn't sure how to express that well using this character, or this exercise. Either way, it felt quite cathartic to just admit and acknowledge that yes - I am actually disabled, and I do experience these things. Posted 2nd July, 2024

My boyfriend suggested I do an expression prompt with Abe Sapien, so I decided to try my hand at not only capturing the emotion of awe, but also trying to combine as many of the different types of Abe there are (Comics, movies, animated, a realism-based anatomical design) into one singular, gorgeous fish man. 30th March, 2021

Vent art. Digital. 11th December, 2019.

i know their interaction in the latest gakuen chapter was. well. minimal. but i really hope people still manage to see their potential and start shipping corasmoke...

i mean. look at them. corazon is so open and upfront about his feelings, he acts theatrically to say the least, while smoker is always so composed... and their very first interaction summarizes this difference perfectly. they would be so interesting as a duo because they seem like such an unlikely pair that they may actually work well together. i wish we could have seen them together in the main timeline too, it wouldn't have been that much of a stretch since they're both marines, but oh well </3

i’ve seen a lot of people genuinely confused about shachi and penguin’s relationship in canon. i happen to be hyperfixated on them both, so i thought i’d write a post briefly explaining the origin of their bond!!

i think the confusion stems from the fact most one piece fans haven’t read law’s novel, and learned more about penguin and shachi exclusively through the wiki, which (despite the editors’ much appreciated work) sometimes lacks info. when the wiki says “their parents were killed in a tsunami” it doesn’t mean they share the same parents, as someone seems to think. this is clarified in law’s novel (thank you @/odaslaughtale for your translation!), in the paragraph where penguin opens up about their past.

plus, if they were related, i don’t think there would have been a point in specifying the people that took them in after the death of their parents were exclusively shachi’s relatives and not penguin’s.

we don’t know exactly when shachi and penguin met, but since their parents knew each other and it was normal for the two families to hang out together, it’s not a stretch to think they have known each other since birth due to their parents being friends or something like that. it warms my heart just thinking about it sorry

i obviously don’t have anything against people that see penguin and shachi as siblings; everyone is allowed to interpret the relationship between characters as they’d like (when no type of bond is explicitly stated in canon!!!), and exchanging ideas and headcanons is without doubt one of the best parts of fandom culture. however, i don’t want people to unknowingly spread misinformation, especially since law’s novel isn’t available in all languages and some may not have access to it. so i thought a post like this might be useful!!

months ago, while mindlessly scrolling through twitter, i came across an analysis of this particular panel from chapter 434 (i can’t remember who wrote the thread, i’m so sorry </3), and i really want to talk about it too.

(EDIT: original author of the thread is @goingbuggy!!! go check out their metas, they're amazing)

the thread was focusing on the way the speech bubble covers shanks's scar completely, and how it can be seen as a sign of vulnerability. oda is using shanks’s own words to hide his suffering, letting his physical scars be representative of his emotional ones, even though the event he’s talking about is completely unrelated to the way he got his scar.

in fact, we know shanks is not ashamed of the scar, since just a couple of pages after this one he mentions it directly as a way to start the conversation about blackbeard:

he doesn’t have a problem with the marking itself, it’s just used as a narrative device, a tool to highlight (in an extradiegetic way) his emotional wounds and the pain he always tries so hard to hide, in an effort to keep his usual composure.

the original author of the thread compared the panel from chapter 434 to another, way older one, from the very first chapter:

this takes place right after shanks loses his left arm to save luffy’s life. it’s obviously a very emotionally charged moment, which means the best thing to do would be showing a close-up of shanks’s reaction to everything that’s unfolding in front of him at that moment (luffy’s cries, or even his own reaction to his sacrifice). oda, however, chooses not to do that; instead, he hides half of shanks’s face, just like he did in chapter 434. the way the moment is portrayed tells the reader shanks is willing to hide his pain in an even deeper way than what he’s showing by smiling at luffy right after getting his arm chopped off.

it’s a great way to explain an important characteristic without stating it right away. it's a focal point of shanks's character: it's his way of showing luffy he cares about him and would much rather hide his suffering than pass it onto him, but it's also oda's way of conveying that shanks is much more vulnerable than what he allows himself to show.

having said that, the reason oda chose to bring back this framing in chapter 434 appears obvious: shanks misses buggy.

it’s plain to see, especially if we look at the whole page.

shanks tries so hard to act collected when talking about buggy, but it’s obvious that he’s hurting. his wording makes it clear he’s trying to detach from him (“that’s the end of it” + “rumors have it”); he acts like buggy doesn’t exist in his thoughts anymore, when it’s obvious he still does. he feels remorse, he regrets letting buggy go. he’s scared he might have been in the wrong. he knows he hurt buggy, but he desperately wishes he didn’t.

all of this weighs on him in a way he isn’t used to, so he locks these feelings up, thinking of them only in relation to something that happened in the past, and as so, stays in the past. he smiles while talking about him and buggy, but it’s a remorseful smile. he cuts the conversation short even though he vividly remembers what happened between them, and as he does so, his words hide the scar. he desperately tries to patch things up in his mind by exclusively clinging onto the good memories they share, but the remorse always creeps up on him. he always smiles when talking about buggy, even when he’s talking directly to him. but his smile always ends up looking sour.

this is exactly why i hate it when people say shanks doesn’t care about buggy. oda wouldn’t have given these panels so much depth if he didn’t want to show just how much shanks actually cares. even just the fact the panel we are focusing on directly mirrors a panel from the first chapter, one so important and impactful, should tell you everything you need to know.

buggy will always be shanks’s weakness. caring so much about someone when you’re a pirate of that caliber is difficult in itself, even more so when that someone is so far away from you now.

The Maiden of Forgetfulness & The Angel of Remembrance

Yamakawa Tomiko & Yosano Akiko.

More information about them below the cut!

Her nameless poem is dedicated to Yosano Akiko:

Yamakawa Tomiko was a fellow poet, however she was the total opposite of Yosano in the sense that she was obedient and modest. They were best friends (or perhaps even more? According to some sources!) for a long while, producing poetry magazines together, such as myōjo. Tekken — Yosano Akiko's husband — liked her for those reasons. Due to that, Yosano Tekken had destroyed their relationship by making them rivals for his affection. With poetry being published publicly on the matter, there was no privacy for them. Yamakawa, wanting the best for Akiko, decided to enter the arranged marriage her family prepared for her while Akiko married Tekken. She contracted tuberculosis from her husband, which led to an early death.

"I quietly surrender the red flowers to my friends, and weep and weave the forget-me-nots." (Source)

Which was also translated into English as,

I leave all the scarlet flowers

For the woman I love

And hiding my tears from her

I pick

The flowers of forgetfulness.

(Taken from Women Poets of Japan.)

Clean version under the cut

oogh. life update + brief system ramblings

i can't believe i'm starting at an alternative school tomorrow! like, holy shit. it's a new environment, for sure — it got me immensely overwhelmed to the point where i started crying. but they have therapy dogs there, a short schedule (by 2 hours, but also i don't move rooms at all during the day), and i won't be able to even bring my phone or disposable vapes onto the campus. they can tell if i do with the metal detector placed in the entrance. but this is way better for me, even if i can't smoke in the bathrooms and spam my mom's number when i get stressed. i have a million problems with public school and how it works, so i guess this is a welcome change. my mom even raised the idea of a hybrid schedule — me being home on wednesdays specifically — if i get too stressed with being in a different school. does anyone have, like. tips for accepting being newly enrolled in an american alternative school? specifying american because i don't really know if they're the same everywhere else. i don't know what my new classes would be, and if they're even the same.

i just know that if i don't go for 75% of the remaining days in the semester, i'll be automatically enrolled back in my normal high school. but i really want to give this alternative schooling thing a try. it might give me a chance to graduate

— in other news... we have a shadow milk cookie fictive (who i will be calling milk for simplicity). yeah. i swear to god he is in love with my boyfriend's pure vanilla introject, who i'll just call by aer nickname, sol — sol's pronouns are he/ae/shy, by the way. i swear to GOD milk is down bad for him. and i almost feel bad 😭 i feel like i'm making milk do this? but i'm not. bro is doing it out of his own volition. milk KNOWS of the shadowvanilla ships. he is probably a shipper himself and just doesn't want to admit it. i just feel almost guilty that poor sol is just seeing this strangely canon-compliant (or at least extremely similar to canon personality) shadow milk take a liking to ae after, in aer source memories, tormenting him. however my boyfriend told me that shy is doing his best to be impartial about it, and i commend ae for it. good job. clap clap clap clap also shadow milk fuck you. you're probably going to pop back into front or at least co-con for a brief few seconds to say some random jester shit to me like Oh My God i Get It you're a faggot and you won't admit it. shut up faggot.

I’m gonna be starting something I like to call

𝗔𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗪𝗲𝗲𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀

Where I will be drawing a anime character (or characters) from an anime I watch and enjoy

Like a. Fucking. Weeb

(That I am)

✨So stay tuned!🌟

Been a bit busy recently, but for those who want it, here's part two of the concept I had mentioned about the sskk interview. | Part One. It also ended up around 1.8k, so it's under the cut. Enjoy! Perhaps I'll do a part three if anyone wants it.

The next few days were much of the same for Atsushi. He'd come to work, be dragged off by Kunikida who would hand him a paper with all the questions they were going to ask and made him memorize each answer. Then eventually Dazai would arrive (a few hours late, as usual), and after sitting through Kunikida's lecture on tardiness and the importance of punctuality, and after Dazai would make a few comments that would only infuriate the detective more, his mentor would work on having him not sound like a cold machine when he spoke. Because apparently, he did not do well with memorization.

The training wouldn't have been so bad, really, if not for the fact that Kunikida and Dazai seemed to disagree about everything. Kunikida wanted him to appear formal as a true representative of the Agency, while Dazai thought he'd appeal to the audience more if he came across as some sort of Idol—relaxed manner, permanent smile, the works. Unfortunately, Atsushi was too nervous to truly do either, and every time he tried to implement one of his superior's advice and whenever he thought he might actually be starting to do a good job, the other would completely admonish him and tell him to the opposite.

And if Atsushi had to endure this for one more day, he may not have enough sanity left to even do the interview in the first place.

But somehow, by some miracle, he was actually improving. He had managed to find some sort of middle ground between the two philosophies—professional, but friendly enough to appear easygoing and relatable as he calmly told the interviewer (Kyouka, who had been roped into this) about his experience on the Moby Dick and defeating the American before the city was destroyed (the amended version that was arranged and agreed upon with the Port Mafia)

Of course, he couldn't help but feel he might lose all his progress when in front of an actual camera, but one problem at a time.

And speaking of problems...

It was time for his practices with Akutagawa.

With luck, the mafioso would kill him, and he could get out of doing the interview.

"C'mon, it'll be fine," Dazai assured him with a lazy grin. The two were on their way to the practice, which unfortunately had to be in Mafia territory. Atsushi protested against this, numerous times in fact, but it was beginning to dawn on him that no one actually had any consideration for what he wanted in this instance. Dazai had explained that their premises would be much more accommodating to the task, and there wasn't much else to say on the matter. Even Kunikida had voiced a mild objection, but being as there was some tentative form of truce, and that the organizations were attempting to work together for their mutual benefits, there wasn't any choice.

When they arrived at the agreed upon tower—the southern one, if Atsushi was correct, they were greeted by two grunts who escorted them to the fifteenth floor, where there was apparently an open space available for this. Dazai even chatted with one of them on the way up, casually asking about his wife and kids, and the man, for the most part, just seemed confused but answered honestly.

For some reason, it hadn't occurred to him that there would be someone else helping Akutagawa until they were led into a large, open area with a small stage setup, and aside from Akutagawa standing off to the side, there was a short mafioso with a black hat sitting cross-legged on a folding chair, his face scowling in irritation the moment he spotted Dazai. For what it's worth, the brunet's face twisted in revulsion when he spotted the man as well.

"Really?!" The ginger practically spat, standing up so quickly the chair knocked into the ground. "Of everyone who it could be, it had to be you?! Couldn't they get a literal trash can to do the job instead?! Not much of a difference, but at least one knows how to shut up."

Atsushi blinked at the harsh words aimed at his mentor. Dazai, however, merely upturned his nose like some kind of critic whose opinion was actually warranted.

"And they should have hired a hatrack to do yours—at least it has more uses than you. And how exactly do you expect to make Akutagawa camera ready when the only thing you would accomplish by appearing in public is to go from the Wanted list to Unwanted."

"Dazai..." Atsushi tried, ever the peacemaker.

"And all you're accomplishing is contaminating your student with your filth," Chuuya retorted. "You'll make the whole country reek of Mackerel."

"I take it back. Perhaps they should have gone with a dog—at least they're more loveable than you."

Chuuya scrunched up his nose. "You hate dogs."

"Exactly."

There was a pause before the executive's eyes widened, and he suddenly glowed red. "You bastard! I oughta punch you right in the—"

"Uh uh uh." Suddenly, Atsushi found himself being yanked in front of Dazai, to be used as a human shield. "You wouldn't want to mess up our one of our stars' faces, would you?" taunted his mentor with a maliciously sweet grin.

"I think you could," commented Akutagawa.

"Nobody asked you!" Atsushi snapped back.

Chuuya glanced between student and mentor and sighed exaggeratingly, dragging a gloved hand across his face. "Whatever, we've wasted enough time."

Since Atsushi apparently came across as very yankable, Chuuya suddenly reached out and grabbed Atsushi's arm, dragging him away from Dazai and towards Akutagawa.

"Uhm, Chuuya?" Atsushi began timidly. He tried to tug his arm out of the mafioso's grasp. It didn't work.

"Shut up," spat the executive, and Atsushi decided to do that. Not because he was scared of Chuuya who could crush him in an instant, but because it seemed like a very smart idea. Because Chuuya could crush him in an instant.

Akutagawa's eyes widened suddenly as his superior approached him, grabbed him with his free arm, and commenced dragging the two of them over to the stage while the Future Stars­™ stumbled along behind him. Atsushi caught Akutagawa's gaze. The latter rolled his eyes at him. The former stuck out his tongue in retaliation.

Chuuya marched onto the stage with them in tow, shoved Akutagawa into a chair that had been set up on the left, and then Atsushi into the other one a few feet to the right.

"Alright," he said, crossing his arms and staring down at the two of them like one might stare at five year olds who have been misbehaving. "We're starting. Now. I don't wanna hear any fighting between you two, got it?"

"Understood sir, sir, yes sir," Atsushi stammered under the piercing gaze. Akutagawa, who was likely more used to this treatment from the ginger, merely nodded, although he didn't appear all too happy about it.

"He's right, boys, you have to play nice." Dazai strolled onto the stage leisurely with his hands behind his back and and a grin. "Think we can keep the bickering to a minimum?"

"You guys are fighting more than we are," Atsushi pointed out dryly. Akutagawa made a sound akin to a stifled snort. Chuuya's eye twitched. Dazai's lips twitched. Neither man made any effort to deny it.

"Let's just try to get through this, can we do that?" Chuuya asked. He sounded really tired.

"Fine by me," Atsushi replied.

Akutagawa nodded. "There should be no problems as long as the Weretiger doesn't mess this up."

"Excuse me?" Atsushi exclaimed, turning to the man. "You think I'm going to mess this up?! Who came to kill who, remind me—"

"Yes, and I almost didn't have to, because you were ten seconds away from becoming a cripple. If I hadn't been there, you would have allowed the whole city to go up in flames."

"Well, you—"

"Enough!" Chuuya flicked Atsushi between the eyes, hard enough for his entire chair to fall backwards and send the boy sprawling to the floor. He then walked over to Akutagawa, who merely sighed in resignation as he too was sent to the floor.

"Next time either of you say anything that isn't rehearsed, I'm gonna kick each of your butts so hard, you're gonna do the interview and the rest of your lives standing, you got that?!" Chuuya growled as he glared down at the black and white heaps on the floor. Akutagawa had managed to land somewhat gracefully while said butt of Atsushi was sticking up in the air. At the threat, he quickly reigned it in and sat up rigidly.

"I didn't hear a response," said Chuuya, glowing red.

"Yes!"

"Understood." Accompanied by two coughs.

"Now now, Chuuya," Dazai laughed. He placed a hand on the ginger's shoulder, dispelling the red glow that surrounded him. "You shouldn't be so stressed all the time; at this rate, you really will get a bald patch before you're twenty-five."

Chuuya scowled and wheeled on the man. "Yeah, well at least someone's putting in any effort into this interview. They're your students that you grabbed off the streets, why don't you act like a responsible teacher for once?!"

"But that's no funnn," Dazai whined. "It's way more entertaining to watch this instead."

"Wait, how'd you know Dazai found me on the streets?" Atsushi asked.

Chuuya made a face. "Lucky guess."

"I pulled you from the streets, remember?" Dazai draped his arm over Chuuya and brought him close with a light grin. "I remember, you reeked the first time I met you—"

Dazai was on in his back in the space of a single blink. The stage beneath him was slightly cracked. Chuuya's fists were clenched.

"I'll have you know that I was perfectly clean, thank you very much!" he stated loudly, "unlike a certain slimy fish I could mention whose hair was a rats' nest and whose personal hygiene rivalled that of a monkey's."

Dazai looked up at him from the floor with a twinkle in his eye. "It's funny you say that when, last I checked, you were the one hanging around farm animals—"

Chuuya pounced on him before Dazai could even finish, slapping him and shouting while Dazai merely cackled wrestled back surprisingly well, throwing in a jab or two to keep it going. Chuuya eventually got the upper hand though, and he managed to strangle Dazai hard enough for the man to pass out, all while maintaining a blissful expression.

Two pairs of eyes followed the executive as he calmly rose from the ground and brushed off his vest like nothing happened. "Now that one nuisance has been taken care of, let's get on with it."

Atsushi glanced over at Akutagawa, who didn't seem perturbed in the least. Atsushi sighed.

And so, practice began.

First post..?

Me, trying to figure out how Tumblr works: ????

I'll figure it out someday, I suppose??

Anyways, sona art!!✨️ He has no thoughts, head empty

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