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As their journey progresses, Hummer slowly starts looking more and more like an angler fish. Sharp teeth begin to crack out of the TV screen. He loses an antenna, and his final one begins to grow and bend into a beckoning light. As this is happening, wifies is still following him, trusting him, and practically never notices his changes. I mean, hummers always looked like this, no? In hummers' final moments, the teeth pertrude from the screen, light drawing wifies closer, but he dies. And wifies doesn't understand why.

Made this little thing recently >:]

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(A little quick poem by me)

Theres something about kissing someone for the first and final time.

The feeling of his hand on the back of your neck pulling you in

Soft lips framed between his snake bites

Your eyes are open but his are closed

He is confident in his decision before you even realize it's an option.

The image of her sitting on your bed

Your hands on her hips waiting for permission

It is you slowly leaning in, to press a kiss on her lips and her deepening it

Kissing you so newly, like you've never been kissed before,

You will never be kissed like this again.

He will wrap his arms around your waist and she will cup you face

There between the two of them, you think you are loved.

Despite however many men you kiss, women you cherish, people you love

You never get the formula right,

Catching yourself between two people who love eachother so deeply

Begging to be loved the same.

But between these couples you are drawn to

You are a wine tasting, a deep red swirled around a glass and gently placed on the lips

You are patted are from their mouth, the rest of you left on the table.

You will never been kissed like that again.

After tonight you are a faint memory on their mind and they are forever on yours

But you have too many forevers now

A random college night, people much to old for you to realize, too many drinks lying between a couple, or maybe even the people you foolishly called your first love.

Every person you kiss, might be the one, so you cherish each first.

Kiss them gently, smoothly, kindly, and when you do, you love them.

☆I need sunshine☆

Eeeeeeeee I love gempearl eeeeee

!!CHARACTERS NOT CCS!!

Quick lil piece I did of the girlsTM >:]

SO MY FRIEND FINALLY CONVINCED ME TO LISTEN TO WARRIORS AND I JUST UGHHJFDNSJSJSJ HAD TO DRAW THE INTERACTION THAT HAPPENED WHEN I LISTENED TO REUNION SQUARE FOR THE FIRST TIME

What if years (like 80 yeard AT LEAST) after Scott, Shelby, Drift, and Sausage leave Oakhurst, they introduced Scott into art. While he was already aware of it, especially with writing due to Sausage and Shubble, he just never considered that he himself would want to do it.

They get him some paper and a pencil and start teaching him. At first, he hates it because he's no good, how can a vampire centuries old not be good at something as simple as art? But God's does he pick it up quick. Before they know it, he's collecting paints and papers and painting the things around him. He figures out he can sell the stuff for pretty good, and he doesn't care about the time it takes because he has all the time in the world.

And one day, as he's awake far into the night, he's mindlessly sketching, just a simple habit he picked up. He drew a face. While he'd drawn humans and vampires before, he didn't favor it much due to the small details that differed so easily. But as he stares at this face, he realizes...

Oh god...

He drew Avid.

For the next forever, he spends hours drawing his lost love, trying to remember everything about him. The way his hair sat, his smile, the dimple that was on the left side... or was it the right? The fact that he always turned over his right side to look at Scott. But none of it was correct... he just can't draw Avid the way he remembered. Everyone around says it's literally perfect. it could've been a photo. But he knows it's not. It's not Avid.