... I am nothing like the thunder I so admire... thy 's naught but the lightning; that scathing hot 'n fast strike that doth leave naught but a jagged, ugly scarring. Thy hath been ordained a curse. 'Twas all I was meant to be.
Thy doth so adore the rain: Whilst thunder do so frighten me, It seeks not t' bring thy pain. in sense, we are kindred; nay, one. 'Tis mine hope as well t' possibly exist betwixt innocent rain.
Poured my soul into this massive commission! Every single pattern was a labor of love. Just look at that tiger!
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I'm telling you every single flower is completely justified in glazing and fighting for Asgore at every turn because if I was supposed to live for a SINGLE DAY and a beautiful buff man took care of me and talked to me every single day so instead I live for YEARS? It's RIDE or DIE