I've been working on this for months and at this point, I need to call it or I'll never be done!
Tumblr hates my fancy pieces so plz click for quality Q_Q
I've loved Bee and Puppycat since teenage me saw the original pilot! An oddball gal getting cute outfits and going on a wacky planet with her weird cat-dog-bestie-thing is such a fun idea! I saw this dress on Pinterest and it was downhill from there xD
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[ID: gintama fanart of kid gintoki and shouyou, zurako, and a takagin kiss described individually in alt]
drawing guys for @soppymilkgin @istherewifiinhell @deadgrantaires thankies thankies for the indulgences 🎉 going insane in the middle of the night learning how to draw on the fly
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thought I'd try my hand at drawing the sopping wet cat of a man
thanks @massharp1971 for the fandom-changing fic that lives rent free in my brain
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But what if Beau starts getting headaches working on her reports for too long, what if her perception is as sharp as ever but her eyes get less and less thrilled with research in low Reserve lighting and cramped handwriting from other monks - what if one day Dairon spots her rubbing her temples one too many times and sends her to have a chat with an affiliated artificer and Beau comes out with glasses. She makes jokes at the workshop and walks around with an exaggerated swagger and an insistence that they make her "hot as fuck" (which is how Dairon knows to check in with her, later) but she gets home and shuts the door and lets her shoulders drop and just... looks, here at the lenses in her hands. She's maybe thirty by this point and it's no secret that humans and gnomes are the most prone to the need for visual aid even in the daytime (Caleb got his pair within a year of Aeor's events) but even so, there's something vaguely embarrassing to her about it all - the sense of time eroding her abilities far too soon, the feeling she could've stopped it maybe, if she'd known it was happening sooner. A distant feeling of weakness, a pre-vulnerability and anxiety about change she can't control.
Maybe she can still talk to Caduceus about it, and that gives her at least enough hope to put them back on - right as Yasha walks in from the hallway with a greeting that lodges in her throat with a quiet, comical noise as she pauses to just stare. She tries again, manages something of a scrambled welcome without taking her eyes from Beau's face, and it slowly dawns on Beau as she steps closer, really gets a good look at the details in front of her, that there are perhaps factors and benefits to this situation she had overlooked. When Yasha pulls her close for a hungry kiss and immediately smudges the fuck out of those lenses, Beau's vague sense of chagrin lifts enough to think that maybe she could get used to this after all.
Beau gets glasses and Yasha is All About It is what I'm saying.
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