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lSEESTARS [2016-12-27 04:00:52 +0000 UTC]

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lSEESTARS [2016-12-27 04:00:27 +0000 UTC]

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Fluroses [2016-12-24 04:39:05 +0000 UTC]

You
yes you
do you have any feral ocs that you want me to draw :0??

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cinnagay [2016-12-19 17:54:37 +0000 UTC]

pets u

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Terranout [2016-12-19 17:16:39 +0000 UTC]

your page is always fucking art omf

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tiredkuro [2016-12-19 03:56:32 +0000 UTC]

hey thanks a lot for the watch <3
you have really nice art so i'll watch you back my g

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cinnagay [2016-12-17 04:13:30 +0000 UTC]

HEY

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vaporeonie [2016-12-15 05:04:09 +0000 UTC]

mom <3

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Lycanthropiic [2016-12-14 22:12:30 +0000 UTC]

You smell of band angst. 

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Pastei-lliac-s [2016-12-13 07:02:03 +0000 UTC]

"Johnny Orlando inhaled deeply, looking into the eyes of God himself."

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lSEESTARS [2016-12-13 05:49:23 +0000 UTC]

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Chozen-One [2016-12-12 09:10:58 +0000 UTC]

I just told my teachers about you and they think I'm drunk help

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Pastei-lliac-s [2016-12-11 10:28:27 +0000 UTC]

Pete Wentz, the man of mystery, and ungodliness, scattered into the dark room on all fours. He searched for solace in these rough times. Taking a break from his soothing, and godly powers, he ran a hand through his bleach blonde locks, emitting a long, drawn out sigh. The cause of these unbearable times, was Swoozie. His perfidiousness acts led Wentz into a world of darkness, and misery, and he couldn't find an escape. Sure, he could easily find peace within his two faithful apostles, but it was immensely difficult.

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Pastei-lliac-s [2016-12-11 05:57:58 +0000 UTC]

Ash and Alex stumbled out of the venue, beads of sweat dripping down their shaken bodies as the ambience of joy and laughter filled the air. They discussed the events that unfolded infront of them, giggling and pushing eachother around, saying unrecognizable inside jokes from the outsider view. As they began to walk to their dorm, they carefully treaded a barren alleyway. The aroma of dirt filled the ground, and small clouds of smoke dissipated around them. Shaking it off they clung closer together and kept trudging forward. The aura ceased itself, consumed by pitch darkness. As if on a surround sound, a spine-chilling growl encircled the slightly fearful teens. Shooting a look at the shorter one that read "we need to get the fuck out of here," Alex bolted with Ash trailing beside. They then collided with some sort of blockage, an obstacle or field refusing passage. Huddling closer, they tried pushing it with no avail. Alex assertively shoved her boot against the wall, no cracks or anything. When they regained full vision, they saw nothing ahead of them. Ash quickly turned around incase they'd missed something. And there he was. Swoozie lay limp on the ground, blood gushing from his broken nose and his heart barely pulsing. He let out not a sound, but faint whimpers veiled by a look of fearful crying for help that wouldn't come. The darkness enveloped his body, except the saddening sight of the sunken ground where timbs once rested. Alex noticed Ash gasping and saw the sight, to her disbelief their worst fears had been confirmed. He lay there with a small dying light that held almost no hope for resurrection. With a heavy heart they accepted Oliver Sykes struck once more. As they began to nurse Swoozie to health and get his timbless body off the encasing rubble, Ash dialed 911 only to have the phone smacked from her hand forcefully. A new light shone down, moreso highlighting and coming from, a cloaked figure. He stood quietly, he was about half their height. It rose dauntingly, hind haunches supporting it's weight. The decrepit sight showed itself, cape slinking from it's shadowed hood. Carefully it stepped over, silence popping like a balloon as it emitted a growl. They knew it had been Pete Wentz. A holy unspoken promise floated around them, as the bond between Pete and timb-owners couldn't be shattered. With a clawed hand, he traced Swoozie's cheek and the blood flowed to his hand, Adande becoming pale with his veins pouring from under his skin. With a gentle forehead kiss, the process of life-restoration was refilled to Swoozie. Pete drained himself and gave to the poor man, his face reconstructing better than ever, with a baby-soft complexion and glimmering soot-toned eyes. "Thank you," Adande managed between tears, Pete remained quiet. The timbs, as if magic, reappeared on his bare feet, and Pete was once again taken into the cold night like a crow, the last look in his eyes telling one of a proud mother saving its young. The teens caught Adande as the support of Pete lifted from him, assuring he wouldn't fall. The trio understood, but had a waft of confusion dizzying their minds, as they had watched the forgiving presence of Wentz.

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lSEESTARS [2016-11-24 17:22:15 +0000 UTC]

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Pastei-lliac-s [2016-10-17 14:06:26 +0000 UTC]

long live ray william johnson

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lSEESTARS [2016-07-20 06:16:27 +0000 UTC]

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