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Crystal Grace I think would be absolutely terrifying to hear tbh. The ancient Eridian tones would sound deeper and more eldritch-esque, and combined with the crystal, just utter nightmarish sounding.

(Additionally, I am greatly amused by your alternate style for Grace (reminds me of cheese from fosters home for imaginary friends lol) it makes me smile in the same way that circle rocky does!)

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Thank you so much! :D I'm glad you like my art style, and my gremlin style for drawing Grace haha I tend to use the gremlin sketch style for fanart that I want to be extra silly, especially for my fave characters that are chaotic (I drew a bunch of Cal Kestis sketches in that style as well lol) Have a gremlin Grace!

Ironic, given his history.

But now Vash has settled down, in an inconspicuous town in the middle of nowhere. Hiding in plain sight. The soldiers of the Earth Federation still hunt him, wanted posters piling one upon the other across buildings like flies in the sun.

“What an eyesore.” The people say, and Vash couldn’t agree more.

He grows a beard after a close call of being recognized by a Federation soldier, hoping the extra hair might change his face just enough to keep both himself and his family safe. Admittedly, it’s an adjustment for everyone at first, but as the years pass in blissful quiet, the memory of what he used to look like (what he used to be) begins to fade.

Until one day, the man in the posters, sporting that carefree grin that fooled no one who knew him, became nothing more than a stranger.

But his children, always had questions.

“Who’s that?” His daughter sometimes asked, pulling on her father’s sleeve as they passed by the sun bleached papers.

Vash’s answer was always the same. A shrug of his shoulders. A nonchalant “Don’t know.”

See hi-res version here: patreon.com/posts/157154918

'Cause love's such an old-fashioned word And love dares you to care for the people on the edge of the night And love dares you to change our way of caring about ourselves This is our last dance This is our last dance This is ourselves Under pressure -'Under Pressure' by David Bowie & Queen

The moment it starts to really sink in that you are in a safe place and allowed to live.

Meet cute? Uhhhh not with these two I don't think

I made homophobic Rocky into stickers also