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I will admit, procreate update 5.4.6 ( I skipped updating because my ipad is like 10 years old now ) fixed the inkbrushes, so now they feel raster instead of vector (aka it actually follows my strokes instead of calculating an 'optimal curve' somewhere else than whereever I put it) and it is finally usable so I don't have to use the airbrush to make linearts.

I am so glad. My wrist is so glad.

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Oblivion

In a sea of faces, one stood out – a vibrant splash of color in a world of monochrome. He wore simplicity like a badge of honor, yet to me, it was a statement of elegance. His presence commanded attention, like a model strutting down a runway, and my eyes would follow, entranced. There was something about him that defied the ordinary, a spark that set him apart.

As I watched him, I was captivated by the nuances of his expressions – the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled, the subtle curve of his lips. Even his most ridiculous faces were tailored to make me laugh, like a bespoke suit. His off-key singing was music to my ears, a gentle hum that soothed my soul. When he spoke, his words were whispers on the wind, soft and intimate. His proximity was a symphony of sensations – drumbeats in my chest, a flutter in my pulse.

The moment our skin touched, it was like a gentle breeze on a summer day – soft, soothing, and reassuring. I was lost in the depths of my feelings, unsure of what to call them. But deep down, I knew. I knew all too well. Every tiny detail about him mattered, not because of any inherent significance, but because I'd woven a narrative around each one, like a spider spinning its web. My perception of him was filtered through rose-tinted lenses, ignoring the harsh realities of the world. It wasn't what he did that captivated me, but the way it made me feel. And in that realization, I was both exhilarated and terrified. I'd fallen, but he remained oblivious.

Suddenly overcome by an unknown urge to scribble Max in like 30 seconds and now I don't know what to do

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hi hi hi hi hi mandala pls anything u want truly

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