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saphira-approves · 6 months

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Something something professional artist jargon something something insert art knowledge here—whatever I want to talk about the book covers

So you’ve got Eragon, with a 3/4 portrait of Saphira; she’s giving a benevolent side eye with almost a Mona Lisa smile, she’s got that gleam in her eye, she’s looking at you but not head on—listen, this was the whole reason I picked up the book in the first place when I was eleven, she was so clearly full of life and personality and I just really wanted to meet her. It’s a really good glimpse of her character before even opening the book. She’s engaging you, but also maybe judging you a little bit, and she has a lot of thoughts but she’s going to keep them to herself for right now, thank you.

We’re skipping Eldest for right now because I have a point to make. Shush.

For Brisingr, we get a perfect side portrait of Glaedr, the grumpy old man. He’s not even side-eyeing the viewer like Saphira does; he is eyes forward, goal-oriented, noble and regal and, unless you’re worth his time, not really going to bother with you because he has Important Business to attend to. He is The Last of the pre-Fall dragons, his Rider is The Last of the pre-Fall Riders, he represents a bygone era that will never fully be resurrected, but can still inspire the present to fight for the future; he is no longer fully his own dragon, but a Relic, a Memory, a Symbol. He’s not anxious about it the way Eragon or Saphira might be; he has grieved for a century, he couldn’t be anxious about it if he tried. But he knows that keeping his integrity intact is important, and so this is how he presents himself: Noble. Regal. The Survivor. The Last.

Fírnen graces the cover of Inheritance, bookending the original series by almost perfectly mirroring Saphira—and seriously, it is so satisfying to line the books up with these two at the ends. Though he’s got a 3/4 profile like Saphira, Fírnen is much more reserved. No Mona Lisa smile, no mischievous gleam in his eye; he simply looks at you, and you look back, and you wonder what he’s thinking. He is, in fact, a lot like Arya—anyone who’s read the previous three books up to that point and hasn’t been spoiled for the ending might be able to guess, just from this portrait, who the final egg would hatch for. It’s also a perfect expression for the Final Book, with the fate of Alagaësia and the dragons hanging in the balance: what world does this mysterious dragon emerge into? A war-torn apocalypse? A hard-won victory? What does his future entail, and thus, what do the futures of our favorite characters entail? You ask him so many questions, but all he will ever do is stare deep into your soul with his somber, too-knowing gaze.

And now for the main event:

My beautiful precious son, the red-scaled Thorn, staring you down from the covers of both Eldest and Murtagh. I have loved the cover of the second book ever since I first picked it up, and my appreciation has only grown with time; needless to say I was very excited when the Murtagh cover dropped, and I got to see both of my favorite characters in one place. For both of these, Thorn takes the same stance: a full-frontal combative position, looking You, The Viewer directly in the eye, daring you to judge him, daring you to get in his way. I’ve always had my own opinions about what lay behind this show of force, and the context we get in Murtagh does not disappoint. He may be terrifying, he may be the scourge of the war, but underneath all that, Thorn is terrified. He’s traumatized, he’s claustrophobic, his body is too big for his age; he is painfully young still, and yet treated like a dragon ten times his age because that’s how he looks. He’s also sweet, and playful, and cares so much about his Rider, and wants desperately to keep Murtagh safe and happy. Just like Murtagh, he hides all of that—the fear and the softness both—behind a visage of ferocity, playing into the fears and preconceived notions people have of him, warning enemies away so they can’t get too close to what will actually hurt him. He dares you to try. He’s terrified you will try. He will fight tooth and nail if you do try.

#why does tumblr keep tagging this post as mature when i hadn’t even posted it yet???#IM not labeling it mature what is going on #is saphira too sultry or something #murtagh spoilers #anyway yeah i just wanted an excuse to talk about thorn’s character in the book covers #i love him okay #i may disagree with john jude palencar about what a dragon looks like #but i CANNOT deny he is extremely good at giving dragons personality #at some point i may to shruikan and vermund also i just mostly wanted to yell about thorn #there's definitely parallels to be drawn between shruikan and thorn but also vermund and glaedr #...sigh. yeah i guess i'll be doing them at some point in the future #inheritance cycle #christopher paolini #murtagh (inheritance cycle)#thorn (inheritance cycle)#saphira bjartskular #glaedr (inheritance cycle)#fírnen (inheritance cycle)

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faresong · 4 months

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Qingyuè (清越) Satou; maiden name Lin (林)

small reference sheets...

#if you recognize her maiden name... I love you.#ahhh. I have so much to say and yet difficulty articulating it. so I'll simply lay this here for now...#please do not be strange about gashu still being human ✌️ i do hate him as he is but it cannot be denied he is a family man.#//#yttd #your turn to die #kimi ga shine #kai satou #gashu satou #qingyue satou #my art #folder

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ghouljams · 1 month

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ghoul….pls….I’m….I am curled up in the corner of my cage rotting away BEGGING for more afab alpha….Ghost being an Omega is something I will die for…

I got you bestie, don't worry, I got you. Omega!Ghost... he's the one that's gonna make me so much worse...

#ghoul speaks #I cannot be saved #God will judge me for the sins I have committed #and I will not be allowed into the kingdom of heaven #I'm not even christian and yet I cannot deny these things

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foster-the-moths · 11 months

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exuvia (septendecim au)

warnings: some descriptions of body horror (much tamer than emergence) and some implied suicidal ideation

jonah starts his journey back to the house. they find adam, but not in the way they expected.

2,411 words. sequel to verify

it turns out jonah did not need to walk for an entire mile, after all. after walking for about 5 minutes, he had noticed a car with one of its windows rolled down on the side of the road. it wouldn't have been his first choice, a forest green car with the license plate 'TCHGEEK' was pretty recognizable, and if a missing report went out then jonah was fucked. but he really didn't /have/ a choice, and besides, he could just ditch it after he and adam found another one to steal.

it was a tough squeeze, but they manage to fit their arm through the gap and unlock the car. nice. now he could just hot-wire it. hopefully. they fish a screwdriver out of their jacket pocket and crouch down to unscrew the panel under the steering column, setting the screws in the center console cup holders. the panel comes off easily, and reveals a few bundles of wires. he makes quick work finding the battery wires, and stripping them down to twist them together with a pair of pliers. he holds his breath as the radio crackles to life, but relaxes as it just plays some news station, and not the voice of an alternate. they move on to finding the starter wire, and it was taking him a bit longer than he would've liked to find it with how badly his vision was swimming, but he wasn't about to quit now. if he could get the car up and running he could get to adam faster and they could have a quick escape. they weren't sure if the alternates from the house would follow adam outside or not, but better safe than sorry.

they held their breath as they connected the starter wire and nearly hollered in joy when the engine started up. thank god the wires on this car were the same as the last one. he's not really sure what happens if the wrong wires are connected, and he really doesn't want to ever find out. he slams the car door shut and puts his hands on the wheel.

…and then realizes he is probably in no condition to be operating a vehicle. fuck. he could barely connect the wires together, how on earth is he going to drive? god, they were never going to make it back to that godawful house, adam was still good as dead. they were useless. they should just give up and-

wait. no.

he presses his hands against his eyes, using the pressure to ground himself. they couldn't spiral. not right now. it was just the MAD talking, they were fine. he's driven short distances while high before, he can make it three-quarters of a mile with a concussion. they would be fine. adam would be fine. they were not useless. adam was still alive, they were not going to fail him again by offing themselves before they could even get to the house. they grit their teeth, and eased a foot onto the gas pedal. he was going to make it to that house or die trying. he sets the radio on the center console, and starts to inch the car forwards.

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jonah counts his blessings as he pulls the stolen car up to the worst house in the world. they might've swerved and slammed the brakes the whole way there, and run over the curb as they parked, but hey! he wasn't dead. he thunks his head against the steering wheel, relieved. they grab the handle of the car door, yanking it and pushing outwards to stumble out into the street.

they leave the car running and the door open as they scan the front of the house for adam, squinting into the dark. this part of the neighborhood has no streetlights, and he wouldn't be surprised if the whole block was abandoned. whatever the reason may be, the lack of illumination proves to make searching for adam very difficult, especially when jonah is nursing what is most likely a concussion. maybe they should have angled the car towards the house so that the headlights would hit the face of the house.

instead he calls out, "adam?"

a beat of silence, then-

"jonah?" a crackling voice replies.

jonah looks towards where the sound originated, and finds a huddled mass on the front lawn, obscured by the dark. he carefully approaches, and stops five feet from where the figure lays.

he clears his throat, and then speaks, "when- uh- when is your birthday, and what do we do to celebrate?"

a shift, and then a voice. "january 18th. we… we go to the grocery store, buy whatever's in the bakery's reduced price section. nothing above seven dollars. or we just steal something. last year it was half of an apple pie," adam rasps, his voice hissing with an undertone of static.

jonah sighs in relief, unhunching their shoulders and throwing their head back to the sky with a grin. the static is strange, but he brushes it off. everything has sounded like that since he woke up, it makes sense that adam's voice is affected as well. he's found adam, and now they get the hell out of here.

"oh thank god," jonah laughs. "come on, man, i hot-wired a car on the way here, we can-"

"i can't get up," adam interrupts.

"you- what?"

"i… i think my legs are broken… or something. i can't walk right. my arms are broken too. i had to crawl out," adam confesses, his voice sounding small. he always did hate asking for help, and it appears that remained true even now.

"ah." christ, what did those things do to him? jonah thought alternates relied on mental anguish for their attacks, not breaking bones. "that's… not great. i don't think i can carry you. i'm pretty sure i have a concussion, and- uh- yeah," explains, cutting himself off sheepishly. they weren't really sure how to get adam to the car, and they couldn't just sit out here waiting for one of those alternates to come out of the house and maul them. they swallow down a tinge of fear at the thought, they had already spent too much time here. he felt like there were eyes on them, were they being watched? maybe adam was bait, maybe-

"oh… i- i think that if you put my arm over your shoulder i could walk. to the car, at least," adam suggests,

jonah blinks, dispelling the thoughts stinging their brain like a cloud of hornets. "okay, yeah… yeah i think i can do that," they assure, bending down to try and figure out how to get adam to his feet.

"okay. my left arm is… less broken than the other one. here," adam states, offering a limb and, yeah, even in the dark jonah can tell it is very much broken. he grimaces, dropping into a crouch and carefully laying it across his shoulder.

"does that… hurt at all? i don't want to make it worse," jonah murmurs, glancing at the dark shape of adam's shoulder like his entire arm might fall off if they jostle it too much.

"…not really," adam admits. "it's uncomfortable, but it doesn't hurt."

jonah swallows, making a mental note to read up on shock in the first aid books at hq. "okay, that's… concerning, but we'll deal with that once we get out of here. are you ready?" they look to adam, unable to make out more than a vague shape and a small amount of light bouncing off of his eyes and hair.

"yeah."

jonah stands slowly, supporting adam's weight as he flails his legs, trying to catch his balance. jonah's head screams in protest, but they grit their teeth and push through it. they stand still for a moment, before jonah coaches him through walking in unison, adam lurching along like a newborn deer. it definitely seems… strange, to say the least, adam's weight shifting in ways completely different from expected, but they make it work. soon, they are in front of the car, and jonah hoists adam into the passenger seat, stepping back to give him space.

jonah looks up to adam, and the words on his tongue die as his blood runs cold.

in the bright glow of the car light, jonah can finally make out adam's face. two fissures tear down his face from his eyes, lined with two perfect rows of pearly teeth. where his mouth would be, should be, is a smooth stretch of skin. something that looks like blood runs down his face, crimson streaming down his face in dried-up rivulets . jonah rips his gaze from the gruesome sight, but his eyes catch on the rest of adam's body. their eyes flit frantically, taking in ribs poking out of his chest from where they seem fused to his hoodie, raw flesh visible towards the middle, a grisly wound that ripples with his breath.

this is not adam. the thing in front of him has tricked him. they were such a fool to believe they hadn't left adam for dead, and now they were going to pay for it. this poor imitation of his friend would deliver him to death's doorstep, and he deserved it. a small part of his brain whispers in adam's devastated voice, "my body is wrong, i am not the real me."

"jonah?" adam croaks, "are you okay?"

jonah's gaze snaps to his eyes, the pupils of which seem to be spiking outwards across the whites. "yeah! yeah-yeah i'm- i'm fine! just… spaced out for a second, ha," jonah sputtered, his words a bit too rushed as he tears his eyes from adam. he was hallucinating, that's all. adam was fine! he was alive, and human, and everything else he should be! hell, if jonah looks at him out of the corner of his eyes then he looks normal enough! he's fine, but if jonah tells him what he's seeing, then he'll freak out. he just has to keep this to himself.

he strengthens his resolve, and rushes to close the car door, but adam throws out a hand to stop him, looking down. jonah follows his gaze, and just about keels over when he spots a leg with far too many joints spilling out onto the asphalt. adam brings the 'knee' to his chest, and the rest of leg slithers inside the car, pooling into the floor of the passenger side. adam does not look at them as he shuts the car door, a dull clunk leaving jonah the only one outside the car.

alone. in the dark. possibly with alternates waiting to gut him like a fish.

he scrambles to clear the front of the car, passing the headlights and grabbing hold of the driver's side door in a frenzy. they yank the handle with desperation, expecting for a hand to materialize out of the dark at any moment. he throws himself into the car seat, slamming the door behind him, and immediately fumbling to lock the car with the buttons on the door handle. after a series of reassuring clicks, he grasps the wheel and exhales, not realizing he had been holding his breath.

they avoid looking directly at adam, afraid of what they'll see, but in their peripheral they can see him facing them, teeth still running down his face like tear tracks, that's not him, that's not him-).

"jonah," adam starts warily, "are you... are you sure you're okay?" jonah spares him a quick glance out of the corner of their eye, before focusing on the dashboard.

"yeah, man! i'm fine, i just... uh... well," jonah stammers, floundering to find an explanation for his behavior. "um... you know how i said earlier that i didn't think that intruder guy's face could show up on the gps? well, uh, funny story, um. he did. that- that's why i crashed the car. so um. i think i might have MAD?" they stretch their mouth into a grin, hoping adam bought what was admittedly the truth, just... omitting some details.

"what?" adam blurts, disbelief in his tone.

"yeah, i've been, uh. seeing stuff out of the corner of my eyes and... um. yeah," jonah swallows, "it's uh, a bit hard to think."

"okay... fuck, i mean- can… can you even drive right now? you said you also have a concussion," adam inquires, a touch of worry lacing his tone.

jonah freezes, and then sobs out a laugh "shit, man. probably not… i mean, i barely got here in one piece. i don't think i could make it back to hq… ha, we're fucked! god…" he thunks his head against the steering wheel, and is rewarded with a spike of pain through his skull. what on god's green earth were they going to do now? they were doomed. they were doomed, and adam was not adam, and they might as well just-

"i… think i might be able to drive. just… crawl into the backseat, you probably need the rest anyways. i can handle this," adam remarks, his confidence betrayed by the waver in his voice.

jonah turns to look at him, and beyond the horrible illusion of his monstrous face, he sees a spark in his eyes. the same spark adam's normal eyes have, that says he isn't going to give in easily. and, well, jonah likely can't drive, and he certainly can't win an argument with adam right now. so they relent.

"…okay, yeah. sure. but if you kill us in a car crash, i'm never letting you live it down," they tease half-heartedly, moving to climb over the center console. he plops himself into the backseat with a huff, and adam slowly clambers his way into the driver's seat. he sets one hand on the wheel, which jonah notes is jutting out of his side above his hip. he forcefully bars the image from his mind. its not real. they don't what to think about what it means if it is. they don't want to think about what adam said over the radio. he fastens his seatbelt, and closes his eyes as adam slowly steers the car back into the road, the car jostling a bit as it goes over the curb jonah had run over before.

he doesn't sleep, but he lets himself drift off in a haze, only somewhat aware of his surroundings as adam takes them to hq.

#tmc septendecim au #the mandela catalogue #adam murray #jonah marshall #fun fact! an 'exuvia' is the shell left behind after a bug molts. jonah can only see the shell of what adam was. he cannot accept what adam #has become. yet :). they won't be able to deny it for much longer though #foster's writing tag

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askaceattorney · 20 days

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Dear Anonymous,

I live in Zheng Fa and am the law enforcement from that country working for Interpol. How does this make us the lapdogs of a country we don't live in or have any associations with?

- Shi Long Lang

#Anonymous #Shi Long Lang #Ace Attorney #Mod Commentary #I do suspect Zheng Fa might've been some part of China in the original Japanese version but I cannot confirm or deny as of yet

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valveorangebox · 4 months

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I have nothing to lose but my dignity. Reediting the sprites I made of Felix and Locus

#rvb #red vs blue #rvb locus #rvb felix #felix mcscouty #samuel ortez #isaac gates #homestuck #locus #lolix #in a sense #its not very obvious but Felix's blood color is teal and Locus's is purple #they adore eachother but only subtly #Locus is a lot “louder” abt his love for felix #the charms on his hair tie are for him after all #and the belt felix wears is Locus's #I like to think the blood on Locus's boot is from felix but that cannot be confirmed or denied (and yet I made this)

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dannythesecond1 · 2 years

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HE FUCKING SURVIVED

HOW

#my 2nd fav charachter #dhmis spoilers #all we need is pigface cameo or easter egg pls becky and joe #this is cannanically the god of dhmis now theres no denying it #he may be a child but he is powerful #JUST HOW #dhmis pilot #idk if creative time has posted yet but holy shit i cannot contain my surprise when i saw him

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manofthepipis · 7 months

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Here are my own Addison/Spamton headcannons to add on! :]

(buckle up cause I got a lot)

If Spamton tries to talk about personal memories that he tried very hard to bury, (like his puppitfication), he physically cant. If he talks about a memory that overwhelms him his body would spaz out in glitches and error signs. (kinda like a system crash)

I feel like if the Adds were to get the grasp of healing magic, the first one to perfect it would be Clicks. (bc he already makes tea that heals you!)

Sponsor owns a motorcycle! (because they thought it made them look cool) And regularly takes it out for a spin when he's done with work for the day.

Survey is a secret horror fan, and when having movie nights with the other adds, they would always recommend horror movies that they personally like.

I feel like Banner really focused on clothing after Spamton went missing, (he only really did this as a side hustle/hobby beforehand) as it was a good distraction and a way to cope, and he found out he was really good at it! And made it his primary business.

When an addison gives a gift with no underlying intention/price tag attached, it is seen as a sign of a genuine friendship, familial, or courtship relations, (like when they all gifted Spamton the new phone) as all addisons are selfish in nature

Clicks 1000000000% cried at the Barbie movie and has a poster of her in his room lololol

Sponsor absolutely LOVES those shitpost videos on TikTok, like that smurf-cat that's been trending recently? his feed is FULL of videos like that

Its hard for Spamton to open up for a variety of reasons, because he HATES it when people give him pity, he's been dealing with that his whole life, and knows that bigshot's don't get those looks.

Along with fashion, Banner is CRAZY good at makeup, and that's when he and Clicks have most of their gossip sessions when doing Clicks makeup when they're hanging out together

Survey has a soft spot for holiday seasons (not just because of shopping sales and spike and sales, cause all addisons are scrambling when october hits,) but also because it's a time they feel all warm and fuzy with their family :]

To add on to the motorcycle thing, Banner was very against Sponsor getting one, as he heard about horror stories on those "death traps" (his words)

to add on to the one above, Sponsor didn't wear a helmet once, (cause he only needed to go like, a street down to grab something,) and Banner gave him HELL. bro went on a whole rant about Bike saftey and Sponsor always wore a helmet after that incident (a mad banner is very scary! cause i hc that he always keeps his chill) (Banner is not beating mom friend allegations)

Jevil LOVES messing with Clicks the most, as he's the drama queen, and his reactions are hilarious cause he HATES the clown. Jevil will do things like change his wallpaper, take secret selfies, or just flat out jumpscare him because it never gets old...

Sponsor is a BEAST at Just Dance, like, bro is doing breakdancing for every single song, and he WILL make EVERYONE do the dances correctly, (as clicks likes to half-ass it by just moving the controller correctly)

Banner is the strongest physically out of all the addisons. Y'know like, that punching bag game in arcades where the harder you punch the bag the more points you get? Banner DEMOLISHED that, and has one of the highest scores still.

Clicks secretly plays dating sim games as a guilty pleasure

also have you seen eviction day yet? If not, I HIGHLY reccomend! I will add a warning for flashing lights and disturbing imagry though, https://youtu.be/fzzGtz4v3YU?si=6-AD5j8qrGARbdM3

but yea! here are my silly lil headcannons for the silly lil guys :]

i'm incredibly happy with the energy we've created in the studio today

also known as omg i love these headcanons like this is great food hfjdksjdjdks

the first one i also share! and it's a bit of why i headcanon swatch feels distant from spamton out of everybody he talks to. Like they were rlly close at one point and talked a lot, and swatch was his shoulder at high stress points in his job. However when the Horrors happened, he physically couldn't explain anything, leaving swatch to wonder what exactly happened to him and then build up resentment for keeping them in the dark. They even tried to help at first, but help turned to hate real fast when neo got involved.

i love the idea over clicks and spamton maybe bonding over some healing magic, like i had something similar in mind for a future chapter but this rlly has me smiling at the possibilities. spamton would maybe give him some tips- for a price. He IS thinking about trying to capitalize the whole healing gig after all since he's good at it.

banner going into clothing after spamton disappeared makes sense, especially with keeping busy trying to forget about him (it's awful hard to with the mannequins looking the way they do, but maybe that's a good thing in the long run) also i adore the mom friend vibe these headcanons have about him. i'd love to add on to the helmet thing, as I feel Clicks would join him on this (he's protective) but sponsor (and maybe even survey) claims it's fine if it was just once.

i completely agree with surv and the holidays. honestly i feel like they're the most ambitious with holiday sales and are unmatched, kind of peaking during seasonal sales in general (seeing how many survey ads are in place when customer shopping is at an all time high). spamton was indifferent to the holiday craze (cuz even when addisons were at their busiest, he wasn't) but liked when everything settled down after they weren't as busy to talk with him again. I have a picture in mind of survey chilling with spamton and realizing this, how happy he is when they're not busy (and feeling as if he was supposed to be), and being happy in return, if not sympathetic to him.

jevil pranking the adds and being a general nuisance is just so funny to me. gosh i can just imagine the absolute chaos he'd bring to a tea shop, mixing up the names and flavors, upon the other things (especially the wallpaper that has me cracking up with ideas). spamton, at the request (and payment) of clicks, gets jevil to stop (maybe. it's unclear if hes actually stopped completely or if there's smaller pranks here and there) but he secretly finds it hilarious.

overall these headcanons are great and i'm so happy to see them shared

#ALSO i haven't seen eviction day yet! This is the first i'm hearing about it so i'll give it a look :D #there's so many of them and i'm eating each and every one <3 #i'd add on to everything if i could but i feel like my add ons are long enough lmao srry #when i get talking about this feral lil beast of a character i cannot stop thinking and thinking #thank you so much for the brain food i love these #i lowkey wanna write a clicks and banner makeup sesh now #maybe as a one shot or something #maybe they rope spamton into it but he's not too excited about anyone touching his face but him (for obvious reasons)#but they like maybe wanna fix the blush on his cheeks since it looks kinda faded/scratched after he's lived in the trash for so long #he'd deny it but after a long look in the mirror thinks about reconsidering it #see im adding on but in the tags there's no hope for me hfjdjsksksk #dr!hc #asks #fanfic #sponsor being on a motorcycle is SO COOL i can't get it outta my head #long post

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