Scribbled my Spamton plushie by using a box from all of my drawing exercises.
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Scribbled my Spamton plushie by using a box from all of my drawing exercises.

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Isn't she so lovely and ugly ?
I am not at all done with her I've just been far too lazy to finish despite my love for her shes so ugly and gives me cuteness agression
been wanting to write a fic about this for a while and one day I swear I'll get round to it, but i can't stop thinking about veronica and brigita. specifically, how brigita married downwards into peasantry instead of pursuing one of the tradesmen (given that she's the stonemason's daughter). I've always thought the reason was so that she and veronica could be equal in class even if that meant lowering her own status. also, marrying martin meant she could live in the farm next to veronica's family and play off their existing relationship as familial to spend more time with her without inviting scandal. all timer lifelong tragic yuri
Fumi-chan & Shiki when deadlines are coming up. Probably.
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2 month anniversary of my first time drawing psych :3
one must imagine bandee happy
yes, one must imagine...