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pxme-granate · 11 hours

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stardew valley x nevermoor babyy

#nevermoor #stardew valley #skull caverns #thaddea macleod #cadence blackburn #morrigan crow #hawthorne swift #id in alt #wow. comics. are hard. to make. lol #I made this for the discord’s nevermay event and I WAS going to do more but…#maybe later 🫣#anyway #hi stardew valley people. if you like found family and eccentric father figures and magic and lesbians (me) go read nevermoor 🫵#and nevermoor people should play stardew valley. I don’t have any good reasons I just like it

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pxme-granate · 12 hours

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I painted?????? Im so confused by my sudden ability to draw again?????????

#ahh so pretty!!#obsessed with how you drew the face #also the piercings look so cool with the outfit!!

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pxme-granate · 13 hours

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#the way I just gasped #so pretty

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pxme-granate · 1 day

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Pomegranate

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#AHH BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL

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pxme-granate · 1 day

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Nevermoor fans should check out Witch Hat Atelier and Witch Hat fans should check out Nevermoor. They are like cousins… perhaps sisters, even. Similar themes of found family, connecting the processes of creating art and doing magic, and also finding yourself in a world where you want to belong amongst a magical society with sometimes dubious rules or structures….. the two series are like 🤝

#I love witch hat SO MUCH #I need to finish reading it #…but I’m scared of chapter 40 lol #one day I’ll be in an angsty mood

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pxme-granate · 2 days

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young natalia romanova and the iron maiden

#this looks so cool #i'm actually obsessed with the lineart

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pxme-granate · 3 days

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i have spent a few days listening to the music you like. you have a tattoo of the band's logo on your ribs. you got it when you were still kind of a kid. my first tattoo was a bird instead. i did the math - we got our first tattoos in the same calendar year. isn't that kind of cool.

my mom loves hallmark movies, so i grew up thinking love would look like a firework. it feels like one, after all. it's just that my house wasn't safe. i thought love was a weapon, could be pointed at your eyes. could lose a finger to it, or teeth. my father used to say passion is everything. i thought that meant constant fighting was a good thing. i thought that meant love looked like a week of bickering, because it was worth the the weekend's boombox apology. i thought quiet love was boring. i thought love had to blot out everything, compel the body and the mind like puppetry. i thought love looks like ruining your own dinner table - but at least you set a feast.

but love looks like a scarf. your hands smoothing it down my chest, being sure each of the edges are tucked in, worried about my asthma attacks being cold-activated. i race you while i'm wearing heels, you hold my hand to guide me downhill while walking my dog. we dance in my living room to waltz of the flowers, i show you how to hold your arms in proper ballet port de bras. you write a song about looking out of my window while the snow falls. i ask you to text my friends back while i'm driving. you play dj in the front seat. somewhere on route 93, we start murmuring about secret things.

oh. there is a difference between peace and dispassion. it was never that i feared quiet, it's that i didn't know what safe felt like. i liked the chaos because it was familiar, not because it was kind. i think i used to fear the word wife. i didn't like the idea of long, lonely days and being yelled at for small things. i didn't like the idea of sacrificing my one beautiful life.

you meet my friends and make a point to learn things about them. we both get excited about the other person's passions. you read my book for hours, squinting at the small words. i try to understand basic guitar information. we talk for four hours on the phone while i string together a garland. we talk for six hours while you write a poem. i save a pintrest tip for the summer about making paper kites. i plan us a week-long trip to maine, map out my favorite places for an eventual hike. you fall asleep on the ride home, and i turn down the radio so it won't wake you up. your quiet hands fold over mine.

when i look up, the stars are brighter. how carefully you've woven gold into the corners of my life. when i move, i feel some part of my soul reflected back onto you.

oh, love is not a net. it's a blanket.

#😭

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pxme-granate · 3 days

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tender 🧡

#pretty!!

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pxme-granate · 4 days

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i wish all my beloved followers and mutuals a very “you find a fic that has the exact premise and characterization you’ve always wanted to see but never had the energy to write yourself and it’s really good and just as long as you want to read”

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pxme-granate · 5 days

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