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Dandelions and clovers beneath cherry tree, by Katsushika Hokusai (1760-1849)

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2021-10-09

[Day 8]

Bear skull with dandelions and clovers 💚

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2021-10-08

Lux Chandelson
Age: 67

He is Lucille's maternal grandfather, his outfit is same as Leomore's, because he's a good friend of him as his look-alike.

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2021-10-08

Came home yesterday evening to three adorable plushies from !
Dandelion Fluff the little twilight bat, Snowcone the mini twilight whale, and Sherbet the mini pastel pumpkin whale. Plus the fanart I did of them.
This shop is my kryptonite! 🐳🦇🦇

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2021-10-08

Eason Liu ( my beloved @ dandeliyan's OC💕💕💕)

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2021-10-08

Blair (Aka Ms. Nightshade) a goblin Rogue with a sentient “cloak”. She’s the mentor and “big sis” to the MC and has a massive crush on the party healer

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2021-10-08

Ok is this a Mandela effect thing or am I just stupid, because I could've sworn knuckles eyes were conjoined like sonic's

But they aren't apparently and I am just baffled why I always thought they were

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2021-10-08

Popomon
(Tanpopo: Japanese for Dandelion)
Slime
Attacks:
Hair Mist

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2021-10-08

Can't draw a Mias without an Elle to keep him company. 😘
https://t.co/ETIxKtj6mb

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2021-10-07

Candella and Vincent:
Passionate

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2021-10-07

昨日のメイプルmmmmmmm
Dandelionのバンケ途中で寝落ちしました、、、😇✨

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2021-10-07

Silent Secrets ©🌻

He was the eye of deceptions, the apple of my
eye this red-hot summer. And
they who reveal their lies craft
but a beautiful distraction that
front-center in memory
where dance in silent secrets.✍🏽#vss365

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2021-10-06

I will singlehandely ruin this franchise

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2021-10-06

My poetry is the realm of the unfulfilled, the voice of the blood on the feet of the prophet, the body of a Sunday that forgot to put walnuts in its baklava, the upon which you forgot to make a wish.
It's us left to the mercy of an inexplicable love.


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2021-10-06

I'd prayed on graceful wraiths to swing my cold body to hands warm like the dandelion ropes I used to leave in the sun--but knew sacrifices spidered our town & "helpers" would sooner suck blood off entrails axed & skewered in selfishness. 3

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2021-10-06