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Red Velvet Rose @FanBoy Skellington AKA Juliet Kilo

Red Velvet Rose @FanBoy Skellington AKA Juliet Kilo

Inspirationally Sane By Art And Music : Photo

Inspirationally Sane By Art And Music : Photo

~Sin objetivos, ni planes para alcanzarlos, eres como una oveja que ha sarpado sin destino.~ By *nakanoart*

~Sin objetivos, ni planes para alcanzarlos, eres como una oveja que ha sarpado sin destino.~ By *nakanoart*

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"Your weapon . . . It's just like hers."  "Of course," Natalie answered. "I'm a Seeker, after all."

"Your weapon . . . It's just like hers." "Of course," Natalie answered. "I'm a Seeker, after all."

pixiv is an illustration community service where you can post and enjoy creative work. A large variety of work is uploaded, and user-organized contests are frequently held as well.

pixiv is an illustration community service where you can post and enjoy creative work. A large variety of work is uploaded, and user-organized contests are frequently held as well.

「夢想機械」/「ポ~ン(出水ぽすか)」のイラスト [pixiv]                                                                                                                                                                                 More

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The Art Of Animation, 防人     -     https://twitter.com/sakimori_st30

The Art Of Animation, 防人 - https://twitter.com/sakimori_st30

"You're home late." They said in unison. That was one of the things he loved about them. They never bothered with individuality or conformity. Those things just didn't exist for his little golden friends. They were one mind, and when he was with them, he belonged. "Yeah," he said, dropping his bag and joining them in the warm liquid of the cube, "but I'm home."

"You're home late." They said in unison. That was one of the things he loved about them. They never bothered with individuality or conformity. Those things just didn't exist for his little golden friends. They were one mind, and when he was with them, he belonged. "Yeah," he said, dropping his bag and joining them in the warm liquid of the cube, "but I'm home."

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