I am actually so so normal about them and the perfectly happy ending of season 2 where this totally happened!!!
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I am sorry for radio silence on commissions, for anyone wondering. I’ll be limited on time for commissions in December. I’m thinking of doing slot, four or five. I should be back to regularly scheduled commissions in the New Year 🎉
I had to take a break from KaE work, because I really wanted to finish my Golden MC. I showed her earlier, but she is finally done! I deviated a lot from my plan. Anyway! Here she is Adriana Rivera.
The lighting is all over the place, because I decided last minute to make changes and then got lazy about correcting it. I love her anyways. Studying Psychology, part time photographer, very bold, but has a need to be the perfect daughter. Who is she romancing? Everyone, because I don’t want to choose. I can’t. I love them all. @milaswriting made them all so amazing and I can never decide. The order they go in is A>P>K>B, the order changes randomly because I really do like them all equally. Which sounds bad? Maybe? Anyways, if you haven’t read Golden, you should, it was even recently updated! 🥳
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do y'all like OC x Canon content?
no?
WELL TO BAD CAUSE IMMA SHOW YOU MY SMOKESCREEN X OC PIECE!!
Introducing: Ginger! Smokescreen's human companion
(more on her and how she met Smokescreen at 8!)
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I can't unsee.
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Story time. This is flareon.
Flareon has two brain cells. One for eating, the other for loving. He is a wonderful cat, utterly devoid of thoughts, even for a himbo breed.
One day, he decided to walk from the kitchen to the living room. This is the corner he had to take.
If you think he walked around the corner, you are giving him too much credit. No, he paused at the corner, deliberated his options, then decided to walk THROUGH the water dish, leaving a trail of water to clean up.
I'm not done.
Literally no more than a minute later, I found him asleep in his litterbox. Here's the thing about clumping kitty litter and water. It likes to clump.
So Flareon decides to get up and come over for snuggles, leaving a trail of soggy litter in his wake. All four of his legs had kitty litter socks grafted to him. Keep in mind we had literally just finished cleaning the floors before this all began.
He meows lovingly, and caresses my cheek with one of his paws. He's also realized he's hungry again.
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No nuance allowed. Put your nuance in the tags, I just want a yes or no answer
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staff still hasn't given me polls, what should i do?
🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪 their moms 69%
🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪 their dads 31%
grace image os i get to look at her
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So here we go.
I’ve had my old tumblr blog for idk how long and I’m tired of seeing my angsty shitty teenage poetry any time I scroll too far down.
I still write shitty poetry, lolz, but I’ve gotten too embarrassed to use my old blog for anything other than reposting shit abt cornflake bags. (Don’t ask)
I also made the embarrassing mistake of letting ppl I know irl follow me. And if I’m gonna get judged for what I post, I’d rather it be from total strangers than the ppl I fuck.
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🍁 i bring to u life series nitw au and a gem doodle
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dance of dreams
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The sensation of waking up next to you ❤️💙
+bonus doodle:
…and they mimir’d happily ever after the end. ❤️
(ID under cut!)
Miles is roused from sleep by sunlight shining on his face. Slowly, his eyes adjust to the light, until finally, his scope of awareness broadens to a body he had been sleeping on.
Page 2
Miles looks up to the figure that holds him, and upon seeing, his eyes widen in recognition.
Miles looks up to the figure that holds him, and upon seeing, his eyes widen in recognition.
The bottom panel of the page shows minimal details of a window shedding light onto the bed and blankets as seen from a higher view in the room.
Page 3
On the other side of the bed, Phoenix rests, his head propped by the headboard. His hair is messy from sleep, and his expression is thoughtful. The light of the morning highlights his features.
The sun shines through the blinds of the window.
Phoenix finally notices his observer, and turns to look at him.
Page 4
Phoenix takes Miles’ hand in his, and lifts it to gently kiss the ring on Miles’ finger. They both move to share a kiss, and their hands shift to hold one another. Miles’ ring sparkles in the sunlight.
Page 5
They link their fingers as they kiss, and the morning creates a quiet atmosphere around them.
They part, but remain close, their fingers fully interlocked. Phoenix greets “Good morning,” with a tender, loving expression as he looks at Miles. Miles’ own expression is soft, unguarded, and fixed on Phoenix.
Page 6
Phoenix and Miles settle back into their shared bed; the morning sun illuminates them. They both smile softly, seeming happy and at peace. Miles rests his head under Phoenix’s neck, and his hand on Phoenix’s chest. One of Phoenix’s hands rests over Miles’ own on his chest, while his other hand holds Miles closer, revealing a matching ring of his own. Both rings shine softly in the sunlight.
Bonus image
A small simple drawing of Phoenix and Miles having fallen asleep again while holding each other as in the final page of the comic.
End ID.]
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Been working on some things for an ADA!Chuuya AU! Was originally only going to change chuuya, but figured some minor changes to dazai would fit
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One day, your mom's gonna get sick of you, you little freak.
Part three of what will be a real short four-part series. Based on this total crack theory! Susie's finally past the hard part of this, and then of course, the other shoe drops.
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It's interesting to think about how, to me at least, Dust and Killer are like mirror versions of each other.
One who joins a villain enthusiastically, jumps at the chance to leave his past behind and have a purpose again, and the other who has to be dragged in, would rather rot in the consequences of his own actions.
One who needs orders, needs the distraction and the action and the thrill, can't sit alone with his thoughts for too long lest he hear them clearly, and the other who can't bring himself to ignore the ghost over his shoulder, would rather sit in place and listen to his own self loathing parroted back at him than stand up and find a way to drown it out.
One who doesn't associate with his past anymore, that wasn't me and I wasn't him, and cannot stand the thought of going back from where he came, and the other who wants nothing more than to be his old self again but feels so strongly that he doesn't deserve to return to the life he tore down himself.
They both wear their new names like dog collars, but one is a gift given by someone else because he's theirs, he has somewhere he belongs that he's expected to return to, and the other is a choker tying him to a post, warning others of his danger while never allowing him to get out of arm's reach of his past.
And getting them both back-to-back while trying to understand mortals was probably enough to give Nightmare whiplash
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