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The last stronghold of his humanity-
(just a redraw of art from 1928 by joe bowler- for practice)
“There are daisies between their legs, soft grass. The trees, somewhere, rustle in the light breeze. They sit in their meadow, on their island, and make their homes in each other.” -coda, by cerasium (AO3)
Just a messy sketch! But my god did this fic wreck me #eruri
when you only draw eruri but you also prefer drawing women,, the solution is simple