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I found your pfp on google looking up Tubbo fanart goat

YOOOO I found my old account

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I love youuuuuuuu you're so awesome and cool and nice and- AHHHHH i love you soooo much starlight, I'm glad to call you my platonic wife <3333

thanks so much for the follow! :D

time to read and reference ao3 fanfics because my perfectionist ass can't write long enough for sh—

SO, I am. Not very far into writing. BUT! I HAVE AN EPILOGUE! Aaaand I wanted to hear you guys' feedback on it :D Two things you like and two things I can improve on (just like school LOL), if you have the time! 
          
          Sorry it's kinda long lmao (220 words), I would put it in a book but it's not quite large enough for my liking HJDHJD
          
          Anyways, here it is!:
          
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          White, angelic white, and white.
          
          Tubbo couldn’t remember. His body was floating. The air enveloped him in a protective case, and the tips of his fingers tingled with a sensation Tubbo wasn't really familiar with.
          
          It took him a minute—or maybe an hour, or a day (what did those words mean again?), he wasn't sure—until he realized he was seeing. His eyes were open. Slowly, he looked down, only to face a vast sheet of emptiness below his hooves. 
          
          Wait... hooves? Is that what they're called? 
          
          Tubbo furrowed his brows. Then his eyes widened. He started looking around frantically, his mind suddenly overcome with this need to… see *something*. Anything. But all he could see was white, white, and more white. It seemed like nothing else was around except for *white*. He still had his hands, at least. (Hands. Right.) And a… another *white* thing wrapping around his body.
          
          He didn't know how long he stayed like this. Seeing. Breathing. Eventually the corners of his eyes stinged and weighed, and although nothing in this place made much sense to him, he *was* pretty tired, 'not gonna lie'. 
          
          So, he let the weight start sealing his eyes shut. And as the world around him slowly grew darker and darker, a faint voice echoed against the walls of his skull:
          
          “Do you believe in life after death?”
          
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          This idea is from @Idont_not_care a while back!! (Tysm btw;;)
          
          It's Tubbo's POV because I kin him (unfortunately) (jk I kinda don't I just find his P.O.V. more interesting)
          
          Lmk your thoughts guys !! :D

I've started a new intensive after-school language class - 2 hours every day for 2 months, starting today. It. It'll be something, considering it'll be the third language I'm learning in the same time, lmaoo-
          But yeah! just felt like letting you guys know. How've y'all been today? Have u drinken wateren?

Haha 369 funny number heehee *dies*