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a redesign of one of my favorite blorbos <3 <3 <3
I consulted my goth roommate and made her an actual proper goth!! like he has a pretty goth fit now!! I love her sm
I am so fucking autistic about this creature. please please PLEASE go read about him here and look at his huge in-depth species lore page I made I beg of you
y'all I (a trans man🏳️⚧️) accidentally made his entire SPECIES a trans allegory without realizing, I had to have a friend point it out last week and I'm in awe of how I didn't see it sooner. go read the species page and look at how stupid I am :'3
her old design is on tumblr, if you wanna see just how ugly it was. this girlboy got the biggest facelift imaginable
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