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drawin pictures and playin games they #art tag

it rouge and her frienf omega
a review of whoppers robins eggs
any ffxiv hunt enjoyers* out there (*begrudging participators)
the three images display a variety of tabletop tokens lined up
this pathetic thing was given ice cream and managed to have anxiety at it
a terrible little ratlike spellcaster sat on the ground, smoking a cigarette the length of her forearm. she has the expression of a chihuahua that successfully learned about wall street
the warrior of light stands, exhausted, on a flashing disco hellscape. this is not a respectable field of battle, this is not a serious opponent. her thousand-yalm stare seems to be gazing into a rain-drenched battlefield, one with no dancing, no cameras. she could just hit this frog with a rock, leave him face-down in the red mud and forget to flip him over. also Metem is there, with an even bigger hat
google search screenshot suggesting that "kitchen nightmare of mensis" has no matches, which frankly doesn't seem right
it's the donald darkus meme but it's about FRU prog, i don't know man. you're not getting much more out of the joke if you can see it honestly
Panel 1: Gomme is attempting to pin Virgil against a wall in a typical kabedon style, staring flirtaciously. Virgil is averting his gaze, having none of it, while holding up a mudra hand sign like a proper naruto. Panel 2: Gomme is looking down from atop her stepstool, a smoking log wooding to the ground where Virgil was just standing. Her vacant gaze seems to convey, "ah. well, nevertheless"
Panel 1: Garri sweats in a sleeveless sweater. "It's so HOT in here, can you turn down your burnace?" Naomi responds from off-panel, "Dude it's winter, just- Wait sorry my --what-? Panel 2: Garri repeats, "Um, your -burnace-?" Naomi holds a steaming mug, narrowing her gaze into a squinting glare. "Garri, are you trying to say -furnace-?" Panel 3: Garri gently rubs her temples with two fingers. "Uh, you -burn- stuff in it, Naomi. Use some come on sense." Naomi retorts, "They need to invent a new word for the rage you make me feel."
Panel 1: Garri and Naomi are sitting at a bus stop at night. Garri gazes downward in contemplation, while Naomi scrolls her phone. Panel 2: Garri looks up. "What's that vegentable you like that's like, bread rocks. The one you made potato chips out of" Panel 3: Garri narrows her eyes at the distance in thought. Naomi stares at her as if considering all the choices she has made in her life that led her to be here, now, a recipient of the question just offered her.
Panel 1: Mikki and Virgil are enjoying cold treats and looking over a railing. Mikki says with a scowl, "Ugh, it's my evil duplicate. He's always messing with me." Panel 2: Mikki shouts over the railing at his/their white-haired, makeup-wearing clone, who looks like they're just trying to walk, man. "HEY! YEAH I SEE YOU! You really think I wouldn't recognize you disguised as a girl?!" Panel 3: The clone scowls from afar, fed up and tired. "We're trans, IDIOT." Mikki clenches their fist, stumped and enraged. "HARGH she's always a step ahead of me!" Virgil looks away, quietly offering, "Honestly I thought you knew."
First panel: Naomi is holding a cup of coffee. "'Vieve. You can't just shrink all your problems." Second panel: Genevieve sits across a table from Naomi wearing a simple, floppy wizard hat and a sweater. She is holding a comically small coffee cup and brandishing a tiny croissant, grinning ear-to-ear as if silently saying "oh can't I". She probably can not.
First panel: Gomme sips from a box of apple juice. Naomi, in the far foreground, asks "Why the hell is everybody so thirsty for Gomme?" Second panel: Gomme smiles innocently while showing off her colorful boxed drink. "Well if they're so thirsty, they're welcome to a taste of my box!" Third panel: Gomme is grinning devilishly in a close-up. "Then once they're hydrated they can slam my vagina." Naomi, offscreen simply replies, "Gomme".
First panel, Gomme is joyfully talking to someone while holding a hot pink ice cream cone of ambiguous flavor. "Sorry I can't, I'm goin over my girlfriend's place to get my-" Naomi, her cousin and ever-straightman, cuts her off with a look of exhaustion. "Gomme. Can you please. Just call it coffee." Second panel, Gomme has barely absorbed the request. "I'm gonna go get my coffee rawed," she continues, carelessly letting her ice cream fall from its cone home while Naomi rubs the bridge of her nose with both hands.