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silly little gay people

so... vasteel octonauts... spam number hmmm

hmmm

wo look octonauts edit... agine (also I will be making more songs with this edit I love this song sm)

tweak my beloved

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BEST FRIENDS!!! there one of my favorite duos ever

I'm re makeing my octonauts designs so hear are some sketches I have

OCTONAUTS!?!

octonauts is one of my biggest fixashshin for a little over a year now, so I think it's time to post my head canons.

I plan on posting all my octonaut headcanon videos from tiktok too! (@tezicring )

Maybe I’m insane Maybe I’m a child set in stone Maybe I’m broken deep down to my bones With shattered words left unspoken When you won’t let me speak With all this stress I turn to tweak But, really, I don’t when you last said Neither of us can geek, so I would rather be dead Than pick that up, I will when I’m dead As much as I feel that way now I can’t let any more bad news bring me down When I’m already at the verge of ending it all I just keep breathing, I just keep swimming, push through the withdraws Even if they’re not as intense There’s nothing in me anymore that can make me dance Make me sing, make me write something worth more Than this shit, but why give the condemned any remorse?

Midnight Green

Feeling loose watching you seduce Covering fifty shades of green as my eyes drift off-screen Off the air as I slip into a dream scape. Escaping from the person I once met I once knew you in a different light The moon was first shining so bright in the middle of the night Reflecting over the still lake hiding our skeletons in the deep Cause we flood empty lakes with dead bodies and tweaks And twerps that hate from the other side of the street

Our friends all sit by the handmade bonfire While you play me like static on a wire Static on the TV, watch and see Me rising up and then tumbling down Well, that’s part of the process Just don’t ask me questions I can’t possibly confess Because you know the answer so why make me the weasel Of this reality that feels so surreal, it’s too much evil You’re asking me to spill. I know you’re smarter than you appear And I’m waiting for your skeletons to tell me your biggest fear While I lie in front of many with my hand full of drink As my mind begins to stretch and shrink Telling me you know what’s for the best When you struggle on your own and I’m struggling Watch you count your stacks, start hustling Because we’re all in the same game, but on different levels Dealing with the same Hell but different devils