mengcat coffee couple mugs
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"What do you have there Stanley?"
"Oh this? This is a treasure I found at the beach today."
"It's goin in the beach box"
"This is just a bunch of junk Stanley"
"NO IT'S NOT! This is years of hard work and determination to find lost things and keep them in a special place."
"Well, I guess these small headphones are kinda nice."
"They're AirPods Ford."
One of my most prized possessions is this box filled with "treasures" I find diving at the beach. It's filled with jewelry, cash, credit cards, toys, car keys and weird rocks! I'm sure it's just a bunch of junk to most people but it's really special to me!
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I am doing another round of random appreciation moments and this time around it's your turn:
Your art is absolutely gorgeous. Not just from a solely aesthetic perspective, but also... you never shy away from difficult approaches, from showing situations in another light and giving your characters room. I absolutely adore your Draco, and just can't click "Open on AO3" fast enough. I try to leave a comment too... but that does not always work. Still. I wanted to let you know that you inspire me.
you angel 🥹🥹🥹🥹 thank you so much for these kind words!! i’m so glad to know that my work can bring you joy!!
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I want to eat your art Vim…WHY TF IS IT SO SATISFYING TO MY BRAIN?!?!?!?!?!😫
Thank you so much, Stitch 💕 I’m glad my art can have that effect on you ❤️❤️❤️
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the chansonnier cordiforme
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I just dreamt there was a Wanderer update, and there was so much angst it woke me up because I wanted to read it again.
Let's just say I was confused
wait hold on
you mean to say you dreamt about Wanderer?
This alone, my dear friend, has made me wield my pen to work on the next update
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Do a kink story where Ren is a horse.
@the-ginger-hedge-witch is this your husband terrorizing my askbox again? FINE! you guys asked for this! REMEMBER THAT!
She was a beautiful horse, Ren.
A red Morgan, with a mane that shone auburn red in the sun. It reminded you of summers and the waning sunsets that paints everything in its path in amber.
When you brushed her coat, it glistened like silk, and under your fingertips it was soft as velvet.
When you fed her carrots, her muzzle would lean towards you lips nuzzling against the palm of your hand, seeking your affection.
When you stepped into the stirrup of her saddle, a softworn, handcrafted leather seat that you lovingly polished everyday, you felt tall.
From her back you could see the world with a new perspective. A freer one, with no restraints that could take you anywhere that you wanted to go without limits. The world looks so much larger when you are watching it from above.
From up there, you felt as if you could see the top branches of a pine tree, felt like you could reach up and touch the sky and run the clouds through your fingertips.
With Ren there was nothing you couldn't achieve. Nowhere you couldn't go. Galloping down the tracks, riding on her proud and sturdy back. Elegant, and graceful, there would never be another horse like Ren.
You don't know when it happened. When you grew taller, and the world from her back lost its luster and wonder. When the view from her back didn't look quite as expansive as it always had. When her gallops slowed to a heavy trotter.
When you brushed her coat, where it was once silk was now matted. Velvet now turned into tweed.
When you fed her carrots, her muzzle would turn from you.
When you stepped into the stirrup of her saddle, eyeing the worn cuts and scratches on the leather saddle, you were reminded of how small you were as a child.
Your mom called you last weekend. Ren was at the vet, they had to put her down. You sit in your room, fingers numb. There are no words in you. On the phone, your mom's voice comes through. "She was a beautiful horse, Ren."
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