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kinnbig · 1 year

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oh my god, tell us more (about the arm tankhun fake dating fic in your head), please! :D

OKAY so the concept is. about 6 months post-canon, the main and minor families are invited to the destination wedding of one of their allies from a hugely powerful mafia family - it's a few nights staying on a private tropical island, and as a respect/trust/hospitality thing, it would be considered really inappropriate for guests to bring more than one or two bodyguards per group.

so Tankhun is like “well then obviously I can’t go?” because while he is now much better at leaving the house, he’s not quite ‘get on a plane and fly to a random island for several days of intense socialisation with incredibly dangerous near-strangers without a single Trusted Bodyguard’ levels of better.

he’s talking to Chay about it and Chay's like “yeah, it's kind of fucked up that everyone gets a +1 but not a bodyguard. how would anyone even know if your +1 was your bodyguard?!” and Tankhun's like “.....Chay you're a genius. Arm, I need you to be my wedding date.”

commence the fake dating shenanigans! they ‘reveal’ their secret, long-term relationship to the entire family, and then they’ve got to pretend to be a couple in front of everyone while Arm actually works as Tankhun’s bodyguard. as the only other person who knows their relationship isn’t real, Chay is helping to mastermind the entire operation. what Chay also knows is that Khun does actually have very real and Not Fake feelings for Arm - and you can be sure he’s going to be a menace about it.

luckily, Khun is being just as much of a menace in return - the wedding is the first time Kim and Chay have been in the same room since… well, everything, and Tankhun has watched them both silently pine for each other for long enough. background KimChay reconciliation era my beloved!

and so the usual fake dating antics ensue! lots of pining… plenty of acting out intimacy while wishing it was genuine… Chay putting them in so many Situations… lines slowly blurring between what is part of the act and what is real… and. obviously. there was only one bed.

🥰 thank u so much for indulging me, i love talking about blorbos from my shows and my silly story ideas for them! i came up with this with @aikinn and @thewholedamnboulangerie during some kind of group astral plane projection, which makes it especially delicious as they always have the best and most objectively correct Tankhun takes 💪

my brain is currently on 24/7 armtankhun lockdown soooo if u have thoughts about Them… pls… i would like to eat them…

#I TRIED TO WRITE ‘I WOULD LIKE TO HEAR THEM’ BUT I MISTYPED AND MY PHONE CORRECTED IT TO ‘I WOULD LIKE TO EAT THEM’#but that’s better than what i wanted to write so. keeping it. i want to eat them.#also #i am actually writing this so i didn’t want to spoil anything too much lmao #but OUGH I have the whole story worked out and sooo many thoughts and ideas for scenes and plot points and details #i’m just very excited about it hehehe 🥰#thank u again for sending this sorry it took so long to respond #i have been trying to turn my response from an essay into… a reasonable amount of information to ramble ffjskcjdn #ask #anon #darcey.txt #breakable heaven #armtankhun #darcey.fic #kp posting

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house-of-mirrors · 5 months

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Promised bad post (you'll never guess what's under the cut)

It came to me in a vision and it was my duty to make it a reality

#i was kind and put this under a cut to save you all a lot of scrolling #sunless skies spoilers #the judgements #the halved #ough tumblr ate the quality on this one #original idea was a joke about why the garden king was killed #and it escalated from there #so many things aligned for this to be perfect #meme archive #bad post sunday #sunless skies #f it. main tag #my posts have an increasingly smaller target audience

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nixoon-again · 6 days

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they weren't kidding man that writer sure can block

#miiiight have to take a break from writing ough :(#been feeling it for a while now but i at least wanted to finish forces fic before a break #i dont think i can tho :((#not sure for how long i wont be writing #definitely not for the rest of the semester tho #kinda sucks i have so many ideas i wanna write but all ive been doing is opening and closing docs 🚶‍♀️

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orbdotexe · 5 months

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A new Lightbearer breathes his first panicked breaths, throwing the blanket off his resting place, and finds himself in a world that instead takes pity on him—Much to his displeasure. But he’s been having strange dreams, and everyone warns him away from some strange… person? As more time goes on, and the warnings compound—he’s less and less sure of that notion, or if they even exist.

The brainworms said "what about Crow pre-Vanguard?? he was never in Spider's 'employ' in TFE!" and so here's some Salty Crow and the start of him being determined to figure out who killed him!

Mind: the divide is a time skip, to when Crow is out of the Dreaming City-- and this is the armor I use for the YW, since I don't give much detail. Anyway, Crow's Rez, "Bury Me Shallow":

— — —

“Who was buried up there?”

“I’m sorry?”

“I mean- No offense. Just… he seemed important.”

“...You don’t know?” The Corsair eyes him, wary.

“Know what?”

She takes a moment to study his face, though it’s shadowed by his hood and the sharp light behind him. It feels like she’s trying to flip through torn out pages and looks like she cut her fingers open on the shreds— He resists drawing any further in on himself.

“...Nevermind.” She scans his disheveled outfit, “You’re a Guardian?”

“Not sure what it means, but that seems to be the consensus,” he replies, mentally bristling at the judgmental tone. How can someone tell by just the clothing? Why would he be buried in this if it was that bad?

…Oh. Right. He was buried in it.

Well, maybe buried wasn’t the right word—There was just a blanket thrown over him, laying on some stone slab.

Not much of a burial. Could just be how the dead are treated, though.

“You haven’t spoken to any of your… lot, yet, either?” The corsair asks, some disdain in her words. He’s been hearing that tone a lot on the subject of Guardians, though not at him. If he’s one of them, shouldn’t she be disgusted by him, as well?

“Ah… no. I’ve seen some around, but haven’t gotten to speak to any. They seem awfully busy.” It’s not exactly a lie, but he hasn’t exactly tried to speak to them at all.

The thought of approaching one makes him nervous.

She snorts, “Busy is one way to put it.” There’s that resentment again.

He doesn’t think he will ever understand why. It seems the Guardians are trying to help, so why does almost everyone he talks to seem to hate them? Well, there have been a few Corsairs that seemed more thankful for the help, but… Most aren’t.

In the ensuing awkward silence, the Corsair seems to get a call in her helmet, turning away from him and murmuring into nothing. He can’t pick any of it up, though it sounds urgent, and she shoulders her rifle.

He can’t help but sigh quietly, knowing that meant no real conversations for another week or so.

She huffs after a few more moments, and sighs. “Well, I hate to cut this short, but the Crows’ feather falls that there’s enemy movement around.” She pauses, mouth pulling into a grimace, before continuing, “Your… abilities, might be… useful.”

“Oh.” She’s asking for his help, isn’t she? Even the Corsairs who didn’t mind Guardians hadn’t asked him to. He… hasn’t done this before—Helped from afar, sure, but not in the thick of it.

She eyes him, with some mix of anxiousness and detesting having asked. “Well, I’m… happy to help.” He smiles, despite the nervous knot in his gut. “Just lead the way.”

He swears there’s a glint of familiarity in her eyes as he says it, and she relaxes some before clearing her throat. “Let’s get going, then.”

— — —

“Sooo… Don’t remember nothin’?” The shadowed figure asks from the thick branch it’s laying on, a deep and modulated voice carrying just loud enough to reach him.

He has to crane his neck to see the ominous red glow of what he assumes is its eyes. “Uhm… no. Didn’t think I was meant to.”

“Yer Ghost tell you nothing, either?” The figure adjusts some, legs now dangling. Seems he’s interesting enough for its full attention.

“Was he supposed to?”

“...Guess not.” It drops down, not a sound leaving them as they right themself, and their face comes into view. Grey metal plates and red dots for eyes greet him. ”Any idea who ya are? Where ya woke up?”

“Looked like…a cathedral, I think.” He takes a half-step back, savouring his personal space, “He must’ve been highly respected. Did you know him?” The apparently metal man—not that he hasn’t heard of Exos (because he has, if only some), but hearing of and seeing are two different things—eyes him for a moment.

“Not personally, but knew of ‘im. An’way, strict Vanguard policy n all, can’t tell ya much.” The exo turns on his heel and starts walking, waving a hand for him to follow.

“...Riight.” He peers around the trees and rocky terrain before deciding to go along with it. “Actually, what’s with that? A few people have told me that already.”

“S’posedly, knowing obscures judgment… or som’thin along those lines. Never bothered to listen ver’ much. Got better things to do than listen to some raving mad Warlock’s lecture.”

“And… I’m supposed to be a… a Hunter?”

“Look it to me. Cape, dirty look,”—Dirty? Now that’s rude—“Things like that. Got that stature, too, and the slouch.”

“Ah. You’re…”—Brutal—“forthcoming.”

“You asked. An’way, got a name for yerself yet? Like to keep track of who I meet.”

A name. His Ghost talked about those; he had seemed excited to pick them.

“...No, not yet.”

“Could give ya some suggestions, if ya like. Though, you’d prob’ly like to do that wit yer Ghost, rather than a stranger.”

“Yeah… he’s been nagging me about it. Seems important to him.”

“Might wanna get on wit it, then! Unhappy Ghost makes a’ unhappy Guardian, y’know. In the meantime, got a preference? Any topics in partic’ you like? Might wanna fly with ‘ose.”

He thinks for a moment, and the black feather on the Hunter’s hood catches his eye. “Well… What’s yours? Might give me some ideas,” he shrugs.

“Rancher!” The other Hunter announces, wholly confident.

“Rancher,” he deadpans back, deciding that whatever he picked would have to be better than that.

“Yuep.” He opts not to question how the Exo popped the P without lips. “M’ Ghost, Iridant, wouldn’t let me jus’ keep Hunter.”

“You were going to name yourself Hunter?”

“Well, it was before I knew ‘bout the Vanguard an’ their classes thing! Iri took ‘er sweet time telling me, an’ I knew I liked huntin’, so…”

The first statement gives him pause.

Are there… are there Guardians outside of the Vanguard? Well, are not all Ghosts with the Vanguard, at least?

“Huh.”

So it’s not just him, then. Maybe Rancher’s Ghost kept him away from the Vanguard for awhile for the same reason his Ghost does… Whatever that reason is, anyway.

As the pair come up on an uphill, littered with stone piles and boulders, Rancher kicks some gravel rocks aside. “Soo, heh, how long ‘ave you been up ‘n about?”

He eyes the patch of gravel for a moment, watching them resettle, “Not too long. Spent some months in the Dreaming City, but only been out here for a few weeks, I think.”

“Ahh, so yer a new Newlight, then! Yeah. Yeah! I imagine those Awoken’re a bit weird, ey?” A barking, modulated laugh brings his gaze back up, finding Rancher to be stood at the top of some larger boulder at the top of the hill now, “How’s that place, an’way? ‘aven’t had the chance to go quite yet.”

Weird was one way to put the Corsairs. So much disdain for Guardians, and yet they seemed fine with him—among other things. “Well, it’s… It’s pretty, when you aren’t under fire.” He could paint pictures of that sky, but… What were the pale things called? Scorn? “The uh… the ones with crossbows were trouble.”

Rancher laughs, again—now more entertained, rather than antagonistic, “Ooooh, big man too good for Taken? The ozone smell don’t bother you? Might jus’ be a’ Exo thing, that, but I ‘ear it makes some a bit nauseous.”

The memory of spinning around, mid combat, to be met with a Taken Knight towering over him moments before waking up—with a few Corsairs gathered around him—springs to the front of his mind. He opts to hum in agreement rather than debate it, climbing up on another slab across from the other Hunter.

The hill below drops-off into what looks to be a patched together base of sorts, old enough to have a dusting of moss and vines over it, but recently lived in and the vines cut back over computer panels and exits.

He catches Rancher stretching (though, he doubts Exos have any need to do so) out the corner of his eye as the other Hunter sighs, “Ahhh, ‘ere’s my stop.”

“Your… stop?” Despite the lived-in look to the base, he can’t see any proof of the occupants anywhere nearby. Or was Rancher here to reclaim it? He had heard Hunters were largely meant to be scouts. Supposedly.

“Yuep!” The Exo pops the end, again. “Got an op to run out ‘ere. That base down there? ‘posed to hold some pests, an’ I’m on exterminator duty!”

And there goes the scout theory. If he went to the Vanguard, would he be put on these missions, too?

“Ooh,” Rancher stops and turns back, “‘fore I go—Careful if you see a Hunter in red an—ahh, no, that’s… That’s not specific at all. Hm.”

He’s heard this warning before. No one ever tells him why, or what that Hunter did, just to stay far away. Every. Time. Other than the vague warnings, he’s not even sure what he’s looking out for.

And it doesn’t help that “red and black Hunter” is a good seventy percent of Hunters he’s seen.

“Why? What did they do?” He tries to put force into his voice, but Rancher skips over the question.

“Just- ah. Complicated. I’ll send yer Ghost a picture, heh?” Rancher’s Ghost—a foil-textured, pink colored, and green eyed… mini Servitor?—appeared with a series of trills. “You’ll want to avoid–” The Ghost projected an image, “–that one.”

He could barely study the figure before there was a blast followed by the sound of Pikes somewhere nearby, to which both Rancher and his Ghost snapped to attention, projection fading.

“Ah!” Rancher sounded excited as his Ghost dematerialized, “That’s my que! Pleasure t’ meet ya, blueberry, but I gotta run.”

“Wh- Blue–? Hold on, what does that—” but the other Hunter is already plowing through the woods on a still-materializing sparrow, giving him one last wave, “—mean…”

He sighs, but can’t help but stare, dumbfounded, after Rancher, yet—

One thing stuck in his mind; That single, holographic, orange eye.

The same one in his dreams.

What happened to his past life?

#the forsaken exile #destiny 2 #destiny 2 crow #and i need it to be known. outside of the content box. that the title isnt as poetic as you might think #i am entirely poking fun at Uldren's burial. and Crow is so salty about it #also. ''The Crows' feather falls that ___'' is basically saying ''word has it ___'' and is also in reference to the Crows being spies--#(i have. so many little headcanons lmao. we'll see how many i can fit in TFE)#thinking that Rancher will be the Hunter in Impromptu Arsenal Check (egregore) but not sure if i'll do anything with him past it #he was very fun to write though!#anyway-- versus the Drifter chapter/short. i think the pacing and dialogue of this flows so so much better #a few qualms here and there but overall. very happy with it #and i KNOW i was supposed to finish like... the angsty cayde hug. or fluffy crow walk. or the fungi wolf fight. but this took over my brain #it took me over so badly #but also that start/summary format. dont like. i think i just talk too much LMAO the ao3 format works so much better for #my overly talkative ass #got a place for the summary. opening notes. and even CLOSING notes. and i can even hide shit in tags at the START instead??#ough #i have no idea what to tag this with though so i will... add the link to it here when i get that done lmao

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magpie-rogue · 1 year

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Scene of when Yulia finally freed Althiel (the angel that shared her body) from ages ago in game.

oc: Yulia [she/her]

#artdemra #dnd shit ya know how it is #yuliaaaaaaaaa <3 <3 <3 #i had so many ideas for this piece wah!!#if id tried the overly complicated version with althiel in the art more directly as well #i would have used a quote that i really liked and is very fitting + is how she got her forehead vitiligo #its like 'a kiss on the forehead relieves suffering. i kiss your forehead'#ough.....#but i couldnt make the angle work at all aaaaaaa #oh well this one turned out very nice as well #theres a LOT in this piece im not going to ramble about in the post bc sdjhbsjhdbgsdhb itd be a million miles long #but everything has meaning and reason i prommy

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poems-of-a-lover · 10 months

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im so bored. it's almost 3 am. ive been thinking abt kissing boys for hours.

#thinkin abt slow makeouts rn im so ill #comfy slow safe makeouts......ough.........#i have so many ideas but im too sleepy to type them all out so maybe ill elaborate in the morning who knows #mlm #mlm yearning #mlm post #mlm love #gay mlm #trans mlm #t4t #mlm thoughts #mlm blog #t4t yearning #sfw

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funnywormz · 1 year

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mayhaps this is a weird thing to say but i think it would be really cute sometimes if rimmer could go into his light bee whenever he wanted to and if he hid in there sometimes when he was upset/anxious/etc. and lister just held it and looked after it for a while. ik in the series lister just messes around with rimmer's light bee most of the time but it would be cute if they were in an established relationship and he got more gentle with it.................

like rimmer is having a bad time and just goes into his light bee bc he doesn't want anyone to see him or to talk to anyone. and lister is looking for him and eventually finds the light bee on rimmer's bunk. he tries to persuade him to come out but rimmer refuses so lister just gently carries him around with him the whole day and still includes him in conversations and talks to him even if rimmer doesn't respond much. and rimmer just enjoys being this small thing getting held in his kind warm hands. yknow

#not putting this in the main tags it's MUSHY and EMBARRASSING #but imagine.......#ough ive been getting so many rd fic ideas lately i may have to write one abt this.............

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sotogalmo · 2 months

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Ranting to myself and holy hell. Never rlly expected myself to say I relate to Charlie-

(read tags if you want. I get more in depth into it, but also my rant will be in depth of it too)

#time diary(?)#audrey/kellie's time diary #if you couldn't tell. ive been going to the hazbin hotel critical tag/redesign/rewritten tag many times #and im now just gonna be putting my own ideas out and the rant im making just. kinda. makes me think so much of how #much Charlie is SO undermined that she's just a basic fucking hell citizen and not THE princess of hell heir to the throne #HER RELATIONSHIP WITH HER FATHER? WHO. BY THE WAY. SAYS “take that depression!”????#charlie is so fucking undermined and never thought of that it angers me tbh. her idea & theme is so fucking cool!! but good God the #execution of it?? so bad that it's not even funny at all. i see myself in charlie so much due to her relationship with her father #and the whole relationship at the last episode is just now written as “weak daughter & strong father” and it fucking sucks #i kinda have the same relationship she has with her father but with my mother. we are distant but we love each other very much #and we help each other with the best we can. but the communication needs some working to do. we are distant but we are #still there for each other #oh also. the reason why i mentioned the “take that depression!” line is because it stod out to me. he has depression (or not??)#but that shit gets sidelined for his rival relationship with Alastor and some jokes (“or the second.. bow chica bow bow💥”)#and that. that's not fucking okay to me actually??? my mom has depression. and its not fucking nice or funny #(she has more like seasonal depression actually; shes more sadder/depressed in the winter). i might not know fully #but i know half of what it's like to have a depressed parent. and its. OUGH #Lucifer is such a good idea. Charlie is such a good idea. why the fuck was it wasted???

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floralovebot · 1 year

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Hiii! I saw your reply to my ask about how Helia would reveal his powers and I’d honestly love to read your headcanons about how it works! Also, since you said that he wouldn’t reveal them at all and actually keep it to himself is actually really interesting because it makes it all the more shocking when he reveals them!

It’d sure cause some issues with Flora if the situation (like him bringing Saladin back fo life) ever came up. And, for sure Saladin wouldn’t want Helia to ever bring him back to life since he is already quite old and it’d definitely end up bringing attention to his powers and disrupting the balance of life which was what he wanted to avoid. I’m sorry I really love the idea of Helia‘s powers and i’d love to hear about how’d he have grown up with those powers and just how he’d deal with them!

Anon,,, I love you so much. I've been wanting to talk more about necromancer Helia 🥺 I actually have this super embarrassing fanfic of young Helia discovering this power because at the time I couldn't quite figure out how to explain it and had to go full storyboard for it. I still haven't figured it out but I'll try to!!

My personal headcanon for Helia's family is that almost all of them are extremely proficient magic users and that they don't usually discriminate against certain kinds because as long as a person is good at using it then it's fine. Most magic prone children grow up accidentally using magic (so fire based magic users might accidentally set something on fire and so on) and Helia wasn't an exception! More often than not, his accidental magic uses were healing something. He'd go out and play with other kids and come back with no bruises or cuts. He'd accidentally touch a hot pan and wake up with no burn. One time, his aunt really wanted to give him a haircut when he didn't want it and his hair grew back no more than a second after she cut it. No one really knew how far his magic went but it was mostly assumed to be either healing or "fixing" magic.

I figured the first time they really realized that it was essentially death magic would be Helia "accidentally" bringing someone/an animal back to life. In that fic I wrote it was actually his childhood cat! And then in a different doc, it was a bird he found in the forest. But something like that! I it could be a person too but I don't think he'd be powerful enough to do that at a young age?

So, the way his powers work is a little wonky! It's not exactly a cold cut case of just animating bodies or bringing people back to life. There's a system; a balance to how it works. A life for a life. In order to actually bring someone back fully, you'd need to take the life of someone/something else (and give it to the deceased). In order to heal someone, you need to take an equal amount of energy or life from something else. This is a big reason why Helia doesn't use his powers! For small little cuts and bruises, he can take the energy/life from himself and give it to someone else. But for bigger things like broken bones, blood loss, or actual death, it usually hurts too much to take it from himself (plus there's no guarantee he'd be able to keep the spell going if he's dying too).

BUT he also feels uncomfortable taking that energy/life from things like nature, animals, other people, etc. Even when people say it's okay,,, is it really? A big reason why I like necromancer!Helia is that it really fits his anxiety about being in charge or having any sort of effect on a situation. Like he Hates having to make decisions that'll affect other people!! The whole balance of life and not wanting to change what happened and not wanting to take life from other things.. it's all just So Much and he'd hate it!! Which is why I love it!!

#ough... i am Thinking #he's so much fun #i love putting him in situations #answered #also sorry for answering this a YEAR late idk if youre even still here #anyway def love the idea of everyone finding out After nabu died very funny very bad for helia #i have SO MANY THOUGHTS about this i have an entire google doc just for him <3 #like separate from the normal helia google doc #...#am i insane

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shinakazami1 · 10 months

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SHINA!!! I’ll try to avoid using terms I’ve used before because I feel like that would give me away immediately BUT.

Goodness. Where do I even START?? You are so incredibly cool and such a kind and sweet person to talk to??? You always ALWAYS have something nice to say it seems, and you do not hesitate to say those things. I’ve seen you pop off with so many random in depth compliments to people that absolutely make their days. Oftentimes it’s after people post a work of theirs, but I’ve also plenty of times seen it (and received it) without any prior warning, and it absolutely warms my heart to see it.

You have so many absolutely bonkers ideas, but like, in the fun way! All of your aus and designs are extremely creative, and you execute them perfectly. Sometimes, things don’t look like they should work as an au, but you tie everything in so tightly and make sure it does, and it’s always a delightful surprise to see. It’s so fun to read your writing, as it’s got a genre of ideas that are so different from the norm but work so well the way you execute it.

And good god. Your ART. You manage to plant (ha) an image directly from your brain and onto the page in a way I’ve seen NOBODY ELSE do before. Seeing your speedpaints only serves to baffle me more on how you manage to do this— You seem to have exactly an idea of what you want to see and visualize it in its entirety before you even start the drawing, and then you transfer it directly onto the page. With nothing but the LASSO FILL TOOL sometimes. No sketch???? Huh???????? My mind is still utterly blown on how you manage to pull that off, but you DO, and it always turns into an absolutely stunning piece. It always looks like you know exactly how to make colors and lighting work in tandem with each other, and know what colors you’re wanting before you start. I am forever wondering how you’ve managed to get such a good grasp on it!

All in all, I think this even undersells a bit how cool you are, cause I doubt I could put it really properly into words. I look up to you as an artist, and you forever inspire me with the things you do. Keep it up, my guy, it’s so so wonderful to see

#Anon ask #I'm regretting this is ANON ask #Cus i want to get to each one of you and just thank you personally now KWUWJAUWU #I do like - whenever i have energy for it to share my opinion on stuff I like in art #I wish i had more energy for reading to also do that for fics but #I like sharing my appreciation cus many don't have energy or don't want to #And i want to support others if I can #So I'm glad to hear someone appreciates that :]#And ough thank you for liking my ideas #I do feel they're often a bit of a niche but I'm glsd to have that niche and see some folks enjoying it #That's what it is all about :y #That plant pun made me snort sjsuwu #And i feel i should work more on colouring but I just like colours. I do find colouring fun and isusus I wish I could tell but I kinda #Have a mental vision and try to execute it jsyeue #Not every time will I get all colours correct #Sometimes out of laziness but yah #And in no way I think you undersold it It's oggh it. You spend so much time typing this prob.#You spend so much time typing all this #Wanting for me to read it all. Thank you #You're just so kind and wholesome :]

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