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drew this for fun in 2019 while writing Obsidian
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late night adventures get chilly this time of year!!!
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bonnibel "serving looks" bubblegum
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bubbline animation
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I finally found the PERFECT procreate lineart brush!!! AAAAAA
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more human AU stuff~
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some human au fluff
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love them so much
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hello tumblr i’ve abandoned you all sorry.. here’s some yuri
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MOAR! Last bubbline drawing unfort
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some human AU bubbline
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hehe :) mario kart
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november sketches
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The Other Side Of Paradise.
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Makima x F Reader.
Synopsis: Makima has grown on you like a parasite, minus the grossness. You think you have grown on her too.
Warnings: Slightly unhealthy relationships because, uh, you know, Makima.
Word Count: 1.5k.
Ten Songs Like This Piece:
Lilith by Ellise
she calls me daddy by KiNG MALA
Strawberry Blond by Mitski
Butch 4 Butch by Rio Romeo
Maneater by Nelly Furtado
Everybody Loves Me by OneRepublic
How I’d Kill by Cowboy Malfoy
Kiss Of Fire by Georgia Gibbs
Sex with a Ghost by Teddy Hyde
Rule #4 - Fish in a Birdcage by Fish in a Birdcage
You don’t think she is the same as when you first met her.
You don’t think she is the same as when you first met her, because her body always faces you regardless of the situation. Whenever she visits you at your apartment, sitting on your couch while watching television, she is more often than not closer to you than she would perhaps admit. Her arms and legs are usually uncrossed too, though anyone could argue that she never does with anyone; co-worker or friend. 
You fidget when she gets lunch with you or some other activity that is supposed to be calming towards those involved. It’s embarrassing whenever you think back on it; thinking about how you shifted in your seat a bit too much that you fell over onto the grass, the shame burning into your memory whenever you try to go to sleep. 
You know you aren’t the same as when you first met her.
But has she? You hope so because you plan to confess to her today. It’s Valentine’s Day after all, and you think that there couldn’t be a better time to do so. The only thing you hate about Makima now is how difficult she is to read, especially in the workplace. It’s an improvement, you think, because you used to think much less of her. You most likely will never be able to tell if Makima found your once hateful feelings towards her amusing, pathetic, or didn’t even realize it at all. 
Maybe it is a good thing though, because ignorance is bliss.
This both fuels and puts out the flames of your fears of rejection, like water mixed with gasoline.
The sound of Makima’s phone ringing only gets louder with every step you take towards her office. “Tsk. Troublesome.”
You take note of her slightly frustrated expression as she puts her phone on silent and places it face-down on her desk. “Um, hi Miss Makima.”
“Hello, Miss [Last].” You used to say her name with such passive aggression, envious that you will never be a director of public safety yourself and can only be an assistant to one. She, however, says your last name as she always has; with a calm and neutral tone. “Happy Valentine’s Day. You look nice.”
“T-Thank you.”
Her eyes smile more than her lips do. “I mean it.”
“Really?”
Every time Makima nods her head with a for once readable expression, you could swear that your pulse rate shoots up. 
The proof is in how blood rushes to your cheeks, making you blush and turn away.
“Really. You are beautiful, Miss [First].”
You feel lightheaded, the amount of sanguine fluid moving to your head being heavy enough to almost make you fall forward and fall straight onto your face. “T-Thanks. You too.”
As you turn away from her and look at the gift piles next to Makima’s desk, so does she. There are at least ten bouquets and at least twenty small other presents. A large teddy bear too, is hidden beneath it all with only its face showing fully. Makima has never been short of admirers, another reason why you used to always be so jealous of her.
“Since it’s Valentine’s Day,” you mutter. “I just wanted to give you this.”
In your right hand is a gift bag with a few huskies on it. 
Makima had mentioned that that was her favorite kind of dog to you before, and you archived the memory for later reference.
She leans forward and her fingers wrap around the string handle, pulling it towards her gently. “Oh, thank you. I have something for you too.”
You don’t know how it is possible, but you can sense your cheeks getting even redder. Even though you aren’t looking at her, you can sense her amusement based on her humming alone. Inside the bag is a box of dark chocolate truffles of a brand you both like as well as a framed photo of you two together. It probably isn’t the most original gift she has gotten today though, and that makes your stomach aches worsen from the anxiety.
“You didn’t have to give me anything, Miss Makima.” You smile only faintly. 
“Then why did you give me something?” She asks, her tone slightly teasing, and you want to scream into your pillow tonight as compensation for your awkwardness. As a response to her question, you start stuttering out excuses one word at a time before restarting, over and over again.
I just thought you’d like these, you wanted to say, but emotion is taking over your ability to speak.
She waltzes over to her desk like a slow dancer, her movements much more elegant than yours ever could, would, and will be.
As if your heart was a drum, it beats in an irregular rhythm. 
Bum bum, thump thump, dun dun.
She crouches down, curling her knees and putting a hand on her chin as her other hand opens the cabinet beside her desk. She takes three books out in total. Crime and Punishment. The Metamorphosis. I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream. All of these books you have mentioned to her before on one occasion or another, that now is leaving you genuinely touched by her present actions.
She leaves you feeling warm, a feeling you don’t think you have felt for anyone else.
“If I remember correctly, these were some of the books you have mentioned wanting to read in person, correct?” At the sight of your head bobbing up and down with pure and unfiltered delight with a mmhmm leaving your throat, she in turn finally allows her lips to move upward. No longer is the smile she wears cordial–instead it is bright like fireflies in summer, her eyes being the very sun itself.
It is a sight you will never forget, its beauty is too mesmerizing to be left out of your core memories. “I can’t believe you remembered that I wanted those.”
There is a chuckle that leaves her mouth that threatens to sweep you off your feet. 
Her fingers graze against yours as she hands you the novels. They are softer than yours, cleaner. 
“Well, believe it then.”
“I-I will.”
“Good,” She says, the praise only makes your face that much more hot. It feels like you are in a dream sweeter than cotton candy and just as soft as it. If this is a figment of your imagination, you would much rather stay in it for the rest of your life. “You’re quite adorable, blushing like that.”
She receives a gaze from you that can only be defined as being captivated by her stardom. “I-I gotta ask you something if you don’t mind.”
Her grin widens with each stumble of your speech.
“Go ahead.”
“Are you doing something after work tonight?”
For a brief moment, she rests her chin in her hand and lets out a thoughtful hum. Her gaze shifts towards the ceiling as she ponders whether any post-work plans are awaiting her today. After what feels like an eternity, she shakes her head. “I am not, why?”
“Oh, well…” You pause for a second, looking down to try to somewhat cover your embarrassment. When you finally work up the courage to speak again, you sound hopeful. “You know how it’s Valentine’s Day today?”
She nods in turn, acknowledging the obvious. “It is indeed.”
“Uh, I was wondering…” You pause again and try to focus on your shoes instead of your stuttering words. “Would you want to, you know, go out or something?” As you both lock eyes in silence, a surge of determination prompts you to expand your inquiry while assuming a more upright stance. “If you’re not doing anything, of course.”
Once more, her lips curl into a smile and she affirms with a subtle nod. “Sure. But Miss [Last], is this a romantic date?”
Your face flushes, betraying your hidden desire for this outing to be more than just a casual hangout. Despite your efforts to conceal it, deep down, you know she can sense your longing for it to be a date instead. 
“Er, yes,” you finally say, the ends of your shoes rubbing against one another as you fiddle with your fingers. You hate how awkward you can be, especially with Makima. “I was hoping it could be… a romantic date.”
Once more, her laughter echoes as you stumble over your words, and you brace yourself for the impending disaster. Anticipating her rejection, you find solace in the darkness behind closed eyelids, fully aware that this could lead to your demotion.
“Then it shall be. I’ll pick you up.”
You don’t process her words at first. You are still preparing for the carpet to be pulled from underneath your feet and for you to be ridiculed. But that never comes, because after a few more seconds of silence, you open your eyes to see that Makima’s cheeks are light pink, barely noticeable.
“R-Really?”
“I mean it.” 
You know that she does, and that makes your heart flutter like a bird.
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bffs
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PB doodles!! (And her gf, and her weird little guys)
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