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nori by family_staralternate_emailgiomagnetism

posted last year, edited last year

feature for nori, my friend MaidCactus' oc :] another old fave of a work, i love their design and i'm still quite pleased by the composition & colors i used ✧ ೕ(•̀ᴗ•́)

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