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t0nixium · 1 month
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I love him
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hiscrimsonangel · 1 year
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“ I’ll bring the rainbow to your darkness and be your guiding inner light…
All I ask of you is please, fill me with the beauty of your night…. “
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ars-daemonum · 1 year
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Walking Wake
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siliconcat · 2 months
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weirdo kids
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teal mask was very good i think
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lesbianturrets · 7 months
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She’s a smoldering beauty
So big and bright
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saltybutsad · 1 year
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Arvens pretty cool
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ishibishie · 2 years
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PUPPY!
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aquapede · 1 month
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some redesigns for your consideration
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edgy-senju · 9 months
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Obsessed with Raikou's new paradox form. Long cat.
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t0nixium · 24 days
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Some Adam doodles cuz I love him 👉👈
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minorninth · 7 months
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want a cookie? they're from oaxaca!
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ars-daemonum · 9 months
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⚡ Raging Bolt
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scarletkilometers · 1 year
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What if Pokemon BW except Ingo and Emmet are animated in the same style as the Shadow Play Girls and giving running commentary the entire time and nobody questions why?
Bonus:
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you know what? fuck you. pokemonifies them
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scarlettrust · 4 months
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Ben was wearing his favourite shirt.
it wasn’t anything special; a white crew neck gone soft with a thousand washes, with yellow flowers embroidered over a useless pocket. But it made him smile every time he wore it. A smile that only appeared when Benten stood in front of the mirror- soft, and entirely for him as he smoothed out invisible wrinkles, turning to see how the lines fell on his lean frame
Ben was wearing his favourite shirt, the day Juno visited home.
it was the first thing he always reached for once the laundry was folded and put away. It was just a shirt, but it always put a skip in his step —cheeks dimpled and eyes shining. Any day he wore it would be a good one, because Ben had decided it would be. a good luck charm made of worn cotton and yellow thread. It had been his favourite since the day Juno had bought it for him, all those years ago.
Ben was wearing his favourite shirt, the day he died.
And Juno wished he could think about anything else.
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