Finally I found talented animator!! Never thought mr. Silver to be hot like that much

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OMG i love this❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ omgomgomg 느좋미쳤다

Mr silvair is so..🥵🥵😋😋

I SAW THIS ON TIKTOK OH MY GOODNESS

- This is so well!!!!

My wife rahhh

oh my, hell yeah

OMG THE END YAYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, KKKKYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

OHHH MYYY GODDDDD MR SCARLETTELAAAAAA😭😭😭💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

OMG, ITS A BEAUTIFUL (∩´∀`∩)💕

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ARG THIS IS SO GOOD WTF

OH MY DAYS!! ITS HOMICIPHER! THANK YOU FOR THE BEAUTIFUL DRAWINGS

First can you pin?

THAT'S SO CUTE ！

Wow quedó increíble ❤

GOATED

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Crawling and Chopped are too cute

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I LOVE SCARLETELLA

YESSS MORE HOMICIPHER RECOGNITION ‼️ THEY BOTH LOOK SO GOOD

Omggggg I obsessed🥹🥹🥹

Its scary and interesring,also why it has low likes and low views?the art or draw i would say its good!

Wow good movie ❤

Omg this is sooo good!!!!

You’re really talented at art. I like your taste in music. Your characters seem interesting. Like this one’s past. Do you have a name for this character. What is this supposed to mean. Perhaps no matter what you do or how much you change. You are still the same. And that you will always have the dirt of it on your hands. Is it trying to show he killed someone. Probably. I don’t know what I’m on about. I’m just bored. Maybe I’m tired. Good grief. I’m still here. Typing on a damn KZbin short. I have things to do. I’m just lazy. People often tell me I’m overdramatic. My mother told me something. She probably didn’t even mean it. But she once told me. To suck it up. It reminded me of that one song. I forgot what it’s called though. There’s another thing she told me. She said. No. She asked me. Who are you. It always comes to my mind. Mostly when those thoughts come out. She’s really good to me though. She makes me food. She cleans my clothes. She laughs with me. And tries to be good. But I can’t help but think of those words. Sometimes. No. Pretty often. I think of how everything. Everything. Is just an endless cycle. Or system. With only minor changes. Soon things go back to normal. That or things only get worse. I may sound what is called. Pessimistic. But most of the time. It’s true. Do you ever wonder. How people can be so complex. But simple at the same time. I do. I wish I didn’t. It’s what gets me in trouble. The only way to survive this world. Is to do what you’re told. It’s how people come to like you. When you don’t. They become angry. I don’t like to admit it. But I can cry. Easily. Very easily. Not like anyone would know though. They never see. I don’t make a sound. Not one. I can cover almost anything up. They still don’t know. They never ask. Just laugh. Laughing. Laughing. Laughing. I think. I think I’ve tried to tell. What is called a friend. I hinted at it. They once saw me. Crying. They asked. If I was alright. I never responded to that question. They forgot the next day. And when I hinted at it. They made jokes. And laughed. They don’t understand. Not them. My friends. My family. Not even me. Sometimes I ask who I am. I just seem so different. Around others. Around my father. I act like a bubbly child. Around my mother. I make jokes about being a girl-boss. Around my step father. I act bland. Around my friends. I seem tired and laugh a lot. Around my peers. I act and sometimes feel empty. But when I’m alone. I don’t know. How to act or feel. How to please my own demeanor. I don’t know. I say those words often. People tend to ask me. Especially my father. If I’m stupid. Or have memory loss. I get in trouble. I don’t know why I say. I don’t know. Maybe because I don’t have an answer. Or because I don’t want to answer. But I still do. I think there truly is something wrong. With me at least. I think I’m mentally ill. But I know what my parents would say. My mom. Would be confused. Then just laugh it off. My dad. Would be upset. Because I’ve lived a good life. And would say I don’t have a reason to. Feel that way. So I continue on this never ending path. This system. This cycle. That continues on and on. On. On. On. Life just on a go. Go. Go. System. Never stopping. Never moving. All at the same time. I wish I could disappear. But still exist at the same time. I wish to be alone. It sounds sad. But I think I would enjoy it. At least for a while. I don’t want to die. But I don’t want to be here. I’m greedy I guess. People. I hate them. I’m scared of them. I love them. I don’t know. It’s all confusing. Perhaps you would like to know my age. I am currently. 12. But that doesn’t matter. I have to go now. Perhaps we can talk again. Dear reader.

Hehehe undertale reference 😋

What you mean by that?

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