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nerdycanible1 · 15 days
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Hiya babes! I am back again with more arts 👁️👁️
Actually I'm in an art block so this is what I've made in the past 3? weeks 💀
Anyways here is some more Lin drawings before I crawl back into my grave!
So- I posted this art already on my tiktok but guys- you get to see their full glory! I wanted to do a redraw of one of my fave scenes! Where Lin gets introduced-
Like it's not that great, and I think this is the first time I've actually drawn Korra but I don't remember 💀
Nah but look at LIN!! Ma'am looks spicy 😩
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Anyways and here is a drawing of young Lin I wanted to make! It's not the best but I've tried my best! And my friend absolutely loves the whole Lin is part Fire Nation headcanon. And boy did we make a lot of Headcanons about it! Lemme know if you want to hear about them and I'll make a separate post about them! :D
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Oh! And I also made her clothes red and I honestly couldn't figure which one I liked more ;-;
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All art has been made by me, Nerdycanible, if reposted please credit me!! Below cut, is the sketches!
Also 👀. . . Tell me why Tenzin fumbled so badly- 😩
Sketches babies! I don't exactly have many screenshots of the first drawing, mostly because it was between Fortnite matches 💀💀💀
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confessedlyfannish · 8 months
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DC x DP Writing Prompt 4?? 45?? 2,321?? HUT!!!
"So you eat ectoplasm," Flash says hands clasped and index fingers pressed against his mouth.
"Ayup," Phantom says, punctuating with an obnoxious slurp of his goopy ectoplasm. "Does a not body good."
"But the place you come from is made of ectoplasm."
"Ayup."
"So you are literally eating the fabric of your universe?" Flash says, voice rising in pitch.
"No, the fabric of the Infinite Realms is space-time, same as Earth, well not the same," Phantom says, scrunching up his nose. "Earth is more cotton, The Zone is kinda stretchy...huh, like spandex. Neat!"
"But you're eating up the matter that makes you you--" Flash says, hands waving.
"Dude, everything you are was once a star," Phantom says, waving a hand at all of him. "Every last bit of you and everything around you. Star. Now replace it with ectoplasm, and we just cut out all the middlemen."
Flash watches him guzzle up the last bit looking faintly green himself. "That still kind of sounds like a justification for cannibalism."
"I promise to never eat you," Phantom says with uncomfortable emphasis, suddenly solemn. He stares at Flash without blinking until Flash, deeply unnerved, backs out of the room.
"Not funny," Batman says, flipping a page in his newspaper. "He was supposed to be on Watch Duty."
"Now Batman," Phantom drapes his tail across the man's shoulders and lets his fangs elongate and multiply.
"W̵̢̛͓͉̼͔͉͖̖̥͍̪̲̥̯̞̝͎͔̩̹̙͌̽̐͜ͅh̵̨̠̳̖͔̬̭̟̗̠̹͕̟̮̬͓̺͙̊͛͒ͅo̶̧̢̡̨̨̦͚̼̞̫͈͚̤̜͉̰̱̭͙̣̼͙̱͚͓͐͌̒̋̇ͅ ̵̡̡̰͙̠̦͙̼̘̪͈̻̟̙̳͚̤̮̖̱̎̐̀̇̾͛͊͛͊̈̋̈̋̿̍͑̔̏̎͑̒͗̚͘͝͠͝ͅs̵̡̹̣̗̼̙͓͖͉̒̃͋̂̄̄̈́͋̾̈́̀̎̉̓̒̇͐̎͊̚͝͝a̵̡̧͔͍͍͙͔͖̮̦͚͍̖̲͖͖̻̍͊͆̊̿́̿̅́̈͠͠͠i̴͙͙̾̌͊̓̂̌̒͒d̶̨͚̳̟̲̻̤͇͖̞͙̹̯͙̟͓͙͇͖̺̺̎͊͐̏͌̌̅̄́̏̽̓̃͂̓͜͜͝ͅͅ ̵̧̢͎͔̜̮̼̻̫̗̼͙͍͔̺͎͐̍̈́͜͜͜I̵̢̢̛̙̤̳͈̮̜̩͇͕̠̻̫̳̟̤̭͙͖̓̾̓̇̈́̂͒͂͌̍̎̅̑̇̔̇́͌͜͝ ̵̛̣̮̩̩̞̯̻̱̻̳͍̞͙̗̤̗̥͔̭̥͒͒̌͗̿͐̓̇̈̔̌͒̋̑̽̇͜͝ͅẁ̷̧̮̳̗̗͍̠̦̃a̸̡̧̛̛̺͈͍̟̣̫̺̟̗̥̲̻̥͔͔̲̱̣̩̠̖̰̿̋̄͆̀͋́̐̈́́̈́͌͆̅͂́̈́̓͗́̇ş̵̨̨̨̛̛͔̦͚̦̝̺̯̗͓̼̟͙̼̩̣̺̠̭̘͂̏̓̋̓̋̇̏͊̃͊͊͋̊̑̀͌̂͋͐͘̚͜͝ ̶̢̧͍͓̹̘͍̱̬̜̙̮̖̒̃͊̀̀̓̈́̆̀͐̇̿̀̇̿̆̔̂̈́͘͠ͅͅj̵̯̱̇̈́̌̈͌͆̋̑̇̋̎̐̈̇̓͘͘̚͝o̷̢̙͎̹̰̟̳̼̠̖͉̦̘̺̙͑͂͑̌̉͗̑͑̉͌͜͜͠͝͠ͅk̶̡͇̈́͋̈̈́̐̀̂̈́̽̾͌̂̾̊̑͘͠ḯ̸̢̢̢̞̱̦͙͖̱̙͕̞̮̫̱̣̤̥͍͍̫̗͔͙̞̘̓̂̄͂̿̉͒̈̍̅̍̅̍̏̋̕͘͝͠͝ͅņ̴̛͉̲̮̫̩̙̠̯̤͚̠̥̳͈̝͇́̂͑g̶̛͎̻̟͍̯̪̺̬͍̲̱͇̪̩̰͆̓͊̃̅͗̆̈́̊̈́͘?"
Batman lifts his head from the newspaper silently.
"Ugh, fine!" Phantom says, throwing his hands up. "I'll take next watch."
"Hn."
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evapo-rated · 9 months
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The context for the one below is Corpse Party which is a really dark and difficult horror game but has like such good music???
Just a dump of doodles from whiteboard, aggies, and one from a sketchbook
Melvin and Francis would NOT get along.. Melvin is another Nate just as smart or even smarter than Francis
I’m drawing Teddy a lot because I didn’t appreciate him enough and I’m glad I like him WAYYY MORE now to draw him all the time even if I mess up
Yes I call George n Harold, Nate, Greg, Nikki (might add Dear Dumb Diary or middle school the worst years of my life I’m not sure though? Let me know if you guys see this) the Diar-ic/Diaric kids or fellas 😁
(Sorry to the person that I literally never interact with besides one time for filling up so much space and I’m sorry if I scared you off with how annoying I was about giving info on BN 😭 I think you are cool though)
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harpymin · 10 months
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imagine two wizards talking
details under cut!
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mrehkka · 3 months
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Any gesture that uses just the first 2 fingers is vulgar to Irkens. Zim was very confused by humans doing peace signs for photos or using finger quotes when talking
Doing this sign from the forehead means the Irken military in particular bc of the forehead symbol the elite soldiers have
Editing to add: Irkens would be APALLED to see any of these gestures used- Zim has just been on earth long enough that he doesn't care anymore lmao if he does this in other Irkens' presence they would smack his hand down so fast AND ALSO Zim isn't wearing any gloves?? This makes the gesture even worse!
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braisedhoney · 11 months
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"He’s frozen stiff, threatening claws now hovering down to the side—his eyes look huge in the darkness, that faint white glow giving just the slightest of his expression away. 
He still doesn’t strike."
- all because of you (i do right) by puppyblue on ao3, Chapter 1. @puppyblueao3 here on tumblr i think!
(does this count as a fic rec or fanart. both, probably. rambles under the cut.)
SO uh—i'm really picky about fanfiction. like. really really picky.
i dunno why exactly, but i kinda have a hard time reading them right away bc a) i'm not really a shipper and that's most fanfiction i've seen and b) i like when i can really imagine the characters saying and doing whatever it is they're doing.
y'know the whole "he would not fucking say that" meme? lmao that's me, but with fanfics and only to myself. (i know everyone has their niche and i'm not here to police anybody's fun, just curate my own.)
anyway all that to say that i really, really liked this one. a lot. it's canon divergent off of into the spiderverse, and if you can believe it the comic is literally not a spoiler bc it's in the summary of the fic. but if you liked uncle aaron or even just are a sucker for redemption (? ish?) arcs, i think you'd like it! with all the angst and chaos from atsv it's a nice change of pace.
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maskyartist · 5 months
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I haven't been able to stop thinking about Clay getting stuck in his own head and thinking he's just hallucinating his brothers and Viva when they come to save him. I could see him even cowering away from them when he is finally freed from his prison, because he's so, so convinced that if he tries to touch one of them, his hand will pass through them like a ghost and he'll be thrown back into the reality of still being trapped and dying all alone in that bottle again.
SORRY I HAD TO POST THIS WITH SOMETHIN ALONGSIDE IT SO HERE HAVE BITTERSWEET-
“♫ Just let me take you to a~ ♫”
“♫ Better place~ ♫”
With one, final, harmonized note, the Diamond containers are filled with one final, bright light before they shatter, leaving each brother freed of their cages. Including the one trapped inside for months, who slowly makes his way to the floor.
Clay is transparent, white and cold, his body drained of talent as he hits the ground. Quickly, he’s surrounded by his brothers, panicked and frantic, and Viva, who holds his face with wide, teary eyes.
“Mr. Clay! I did it! I found your brothers, we can bring you home!” She cries, squeezing his cold cheeks before slipping her hands to one of his paws. “Please! Wake up!”
“Please, Clay…” Floyd pleads, attached to his left side next to Bruce, teary eyed and trying desperately not to let them spill. “I haven’t even gotten to hear you say hello…”
“You know you’re stronger then this, Clay, we all know you are.” Bruce mutters, a quiet anguish on his face.
“I-I built the bunker, Clay! Remember? The doodles?” Branch admits in desperation, reaching for his brother’s side with tears of his own barely held back. “There’s a reading corner, just for you. Plenty of books…”
John Dory has his spot next to Branch, taking his brother’s face in his hands, brows furrowed and mouth wobbly. “Clay…Clay, I’m so sorry. I forced you to be someone you weren’t for so long…” He whispers, gently running a thumb across his brother’s fuzzy cheek. “Please… You have to wake up. I need to make this right. You’re my little brother…I love you…”
And yet, all they’re met with…is silence.
Soul crushing, heart breaking-
“Mm…when’d you get sappy…John Dory?”
“CLAY?!”
“MR. CLAY!”
“You’re okay…! HE’S OKAY!”
As the brothers rush for their missing link, as Viva holds tight to Clay’s empty paw, as Poppy stands next to her boyfriend with tears of her own and a smile on her face, Clay blearily blinks away sleep and exhaustion as he stares up at the blurry faces of his brothers, his Queen…
A hiccup escapes him, before shaky arms cover his eyes. He can’t hear the joyous, slightly worried sounds of his name. Reassurance that they’re here, that his family is here again, that he wont be alone anymore.
If this is another dream, then please…
Please don’t wake him up ever again.
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bloodybellycomb · 8 months
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Time and time again, the internet will claim to want more "unhinged" female characters but the moment a female character does (1) one thing that is slightly immoral or even just a bit questionable, everyone loses their collective minds and they start writing like 100-page dissertations on why she is "bad representation" and how she will "set a negative example"
And it becomes abundantly clear that when some people say they want "unhinged" female characters, what they really mean is they want a totally normal girl who just looks like she shops at hot topic
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steve probably spent a lot of time bedridden or in hospital, and playing cards have always been cheap. i bet he knows how to count cards, got invited to play cards with the other candidates at camp lehigh on their first night, sharked the game, and never got asked to play again.
Also offers up the possibility of Steve and Bucky playing as a team, during the war, with Bucky card-counting and secretly signalling, while Steve (the guy with the USO money) pulls the big dumb blonde act, ('oh look fellas, my bet came through! what're the odds!') with his big blue eyes all innocent, every time he strikes it rich.
Takes the Howlies ages to catch on (and they can still never work out how exactly Sarge is signalling!)
Steve's photographic memory would probably come in super useful for this too...
Also: imagine Bucky trying to keep bedridden Steve entertained by learning...😬...magic card tricks. Only half works because he's so appallingly bad at it that Steve ends up laughing himself into a coughing fit.
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mimimyluv · 8 months
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Hetalia y/n’s have to stand together, how about England x Reader where y/n admires his tattoos?
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anon bless your heart because this lead me down a path of picturing arthur as a prep with secret tattoos and i promptly blacked out. when i woke up i ended up with this oneshot. i hope you enjoy and may your meals always be delicious and your pillow always cold (or warm depending on how you like it lol). also i wasn't sure if you wanted smut, so it's sfw (just to be safe). but it's still suggestive. if you wanted full-blown smut tho just lmk 👍
⏆﹒⬚﹒🍏﹒➲﹒reader admiring arthur's tattoos; gn! reader (nothing specified), 800 words/4k characters, fluff with some suggestive themes. lowercase intended.
the contrast is interesting, you muse.
your lover’s always projected a proper– if not a tad pretentious– image of the quintessential upper-class english man. he has all his clothes and shoes tailored; every thread and button perfectly bespoke (the extra costs just for suit jackets can be somewhat incomprehensible, but he always assures you it is a perfectly good investment. you never complain too much– not when he’s so damn handsome in those same bespoke suits).
he drinks his tea with a pinky up; always, always with the fine, intricately painted porcelain (an antique dating back to the victorian era, he often tells you).
he rubs elbows with the upper echelons of london society; engaging in those stereotypical, hoity-toity activities only people with money to burn can do (polo, horseback riding, fucking golf… it would make you laugh if it weren’t for his tall, elegant frame, with the lean, subtle musculature of the ideal english sportsman).
but beneath that proper exterior, though– there’s something more passionate, something more untamed lurking. while arthur often keeps that side of him under wraps, you have the privilege of being privy to it in numerous ways.
you’re reminded of it as you laze next to him in his sheets, basking in the post-sex afterglow. his back is to you, you can fully take in the smattering of golden freckles across his fair skin, and… oh.
“i haven’t seen this one before.”
you trace your fingers along the merfolk inked on his back. you try to summon some hazy memories from a past gallery date with arthur– ah, yes. it’s a near-identical replica of john william waterhouse’s mermaid, except…
it’s you. replacing the mermaid combing her long, auburn hair is you. you’re in that same, languid pose, with just a long white fabric draped tightly along your body to preserve the barest modicum of modesty. somehow, though– with the sultriness of your eyes, the curve of your bare neck and shoulders– this remaster of waterhouse’s mermaid somehow seems more… suggestive.
“do you like it?” he murmurs, turning over to face you. his forest-green eyes are lidded, light, feathered lashes nearly resting on the top of his freckled cheeks. this is the most relaxed you’ve ever seen him; your heart leaps for a split second.
“a tattoo of me?” you say, mock-dryly. still, your face is warm, and you can’t help but smile. “i thought you hated cliches.”
“ah, well.” suddenly, he’s blushing too. his freckles are even more stark against his skin; you barely resist the urge to trace your thumb all over them. “some… can be alright.”
you grin.
“when did you get this?”
“a few weeks after our date to the tate.”
you can’t help but snort out a laugh, fond.
“and you said you were done with tattoos, hm?”
“when i saw that painting,” the pinkness of his cheeks deepen, “i just couldn’t stop seeing you. so one last tattoo couldn’t hurt, i suppose.”
“mhm, it’s not like i mind,” you whisper, drawing a hand down to trace the tudor roses and ivy inked along his ribs, “you know i love your tattoos, arthur.”
“perhaps that’s why i had it done,” he laughs raspily, “you might only want me for my tattoos. needed something to keep the spark alive, don’t you think, my dear?”
“don’t be an idiot.” you lightly chastise him, then draw him closer for a kiss, bracing him by your hand on the back of his head. unlike the heated, passionate kisses you two shared earlier, he moves his mouth against yours slowly and indulgently; the kind of kiss that could lull you to slumber after a long day.
“let me see it again, then.” you say against his lips, quiet and muffled. he smirks, uncharacteristically roguish.
“i believe you just proved my earlier point.”
“oh, shut up.”
he complies anyway, shifting so you can see his back; this time, you can study it more clearly. your face, stark as day– maybe it’s corny, but you can’t help the way your heart leaps at the sight. proper, upper-class arthur kirkland being lovestruck enough to have you permanently inked on his skin, even when he’s eschewed tattoos and everything that can be linked to delinquency in favor of his image. there’s just something truly… amazing about it.
“i wanna see the rest.” you mumble. he rolls over, pretending to grumble.
“maybe you really are just with me for my tattoos, love.”
you ignore him and look over the rest of his tattoos– the tudor roses and ivy on his ribs; the plantagenet lions on his left shoulder; a hobbes’ quote– a great leap in the dark– on his right forearm.
and now, the portrait of you as waterhouse’s mermaid on his back.
“i do love your tattoos, arthur.” you quietly repeat, settling down next to him. you draw nearer, hooking a leg over his body and resting your head against his chest; his heartbeat thrums in a consistent pitter-patter right next to your ear.
“but i love you more.”
he’s silent, but he combs his fingers– long, graceful, and work-worn– through your hair.
“i love you too.”
“yeah.” you smile drowsily. you can see yourself as a merfolk in your hazy mind's eye, forever inked on his back. “i know.”
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killing him with my mind (affectionate)
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arceal-doodles · 2 years
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alphys is not getting paid enough for stuff like these
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this probably isn't a hot take, but whenever I get to the point in a conversation where I'm talking about Star Trek characters playing DnD (it would probably always happen, I need the other person to let me talk long enough), I always get real hung up on explaining the concept that
Bones will always play Cleric, and complain about it.
I'm not done,
He will complain about the nature of the spells, he will complain about his friends getting injured, he will complain about being the only healer, he will complain if the party don't rest, he'll complain about spending all day tending people and then going and doing it all again, in the break room after work in a pretend fantasy world!
and they cave, and even Jim starts to think maybe it's a little unfair, and isn't sure how Bones got trapped in this anyhow.
Jim makes a half-elf cleric with sparkly hair and a backstory about their family being eaten by mermaids. Spock makes a druid to fill out the spells a bit so they don't run out, Scotty makes a fighter called Worp (second name might sound a bit like Core, but shh), and Uhura is playing her openly declared favourite class which is a bard.
The stage is set for another DPS.
Bones plays a Ranger.
he. cannot. stand. it.
ten minutes he's already twitchy, thirty minutes and someone makes the mistake of mentioning rangers get spell slots at a higher level and he keeps surreptitiously asking when that is.
2 tortorous hours later and he gives up.
Sorry Bones, we weren't healing right x)
...damn right u weren't, he smiles because he knows tho.
the party had never been so healthy in hp, but next session they all know Bones is loving every minute.
anyway yeah, if you met someone irl who tried to explain this chances are they were me, congrats on finding my blog lol
I may try again if I think it didn't hit hard enough or summat or I have more to say, be warned x)
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lethalhoopla · 1 year
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The new trailer has injected hype straight into my veins (rip everyone who is tired of Varric narrating trailers feat. Solas, but I'm a sucker for both) and the art is just gorgeous as always so I took screencaps - figured I'd share in case anyone else wanted them!
#dragon age#dragon age: dreadwolf#da:d#da4#solas#i'd tag varric but he's not *pictured* lol so#i went off in the tags of the cinematic i reblogged earlier but for REAL there's a lot of little things in this trailer that are new!!#i mean i'm not surprised it's not an 'official' game trailer lol they're almost certainly saving that for game awards this week#but- the symbolism with the 7 evanuris outside the circle rim (theorized previously but now confirmed & with symbols!)#the way the golden city turned black (also dope skull) - its been theorized that the gc/bc was elven related but!! this is a BIG lead#plus ppl have been noting it almost looks like there's a ship sailing away from the gc before it turns black/as it does so#in those swirling black patterns that 'root' out before the image changes-#so!! new theories re maybe the evanuris/remaining elves fled the gc? after corrupting it??? or otherwise Fucking Around and Finding Out#plus the final one! with solas and the er- bomb/spell to destroy the veil - the 4 (but possibly 5 it looks like ones clipped out)#semicircles representing the evanuris - and more importantly... the archdemons probably - bc 5 defeated archdemons.... out of ostensibly 7-#5 evanuris down (or more terrifyingly: 5 of their 'locks'?) (or or- 5 of their simply leaked Bad Vibes in Dragon Form) out of 7#somehow tying into this spell...?#solas (if ogb was a thing in ur playthrough) not only has mythal's energy but ogb's.... so many unanswered questions and loose threads#i and every other Lore Nerd are desperately trying to figure out what can be braided together with any reasonable effect lmao#regardless - gorgeous art is gorgeous hello new desktop bg
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sysba · 7 months
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well well well, if it isn't the blorbos i have been rambling about for weeks! in other words, hello i have commissioned the most wonderful most talented @gncrezan so i could have the ctos x haikyuu crossover my heart longed for. enjoy angel and rayyan being so very sport-anime-rivals coded<3 they're about to be the most unbeatable pair just you wait!! + bonus teeny tobin who is very worried about the freshman's mental state lol i love jocks so much they're all insane or silly (and angel is both) 🥰
ps. rayyan beloved belongs to collegetennisoriginstory! which btw-- go read because it's the best thing ever
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recallback-art · 7 months
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Day 28: Trick! The simulacrai are the trickiest of guys, who better a fit for the prompt than a bodysnatcher?
Satomi is a character from Primrose Path (Oren and Luz's story) who I've had visuals for stuck in my head since forever, so was really fun to finally draw her.
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