My family is mixed. Some of my cousins are very dark skinned, some of us are very very pale. Until these big companies start making shades for the fairest and deepest skin tones, I will continue to be angry.
Stop releasing 100 different highlighters. They won't flatter me anyways if I look like Donald Trump's less-known daughter 👋
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⁉️ - Grab my muse by the arms and question them why in tears⭕️ - Wrapping my muse in a blanket and carrying them to bed, snuggling them until the sun comes up the next morning
Anti was startled when someone caught sight of the scars that he had been the cause for. He had to be, seeing as wounds others inflicted didn’t do anything to his body. He didn’t answer why he’d done it, causing the other person to wrap him in a blanket and pick his weighless ass up, to carry him to bed.He giggled lightly at it, it seemed just so stupid to him. But he liked snuggling into bed a lot.
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A commission for @thejanestofdoes from one of their more recent AUs, which is at the time of this comic mostly adult!Mokuba being cute with husband Hugh and their daughter Niya, both Juke’s OCs of course <3
Juke actually sent me a sketch of this idea and wrote all of the dialogue except for the last two lines, which was me, so I also have to give them credit for the pacing because I think it’s nicely done. =3
I’m currently only doing commissions for friends because I’m reworking pricing and I’m bad at it lol
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D: Are you sure you want me to talk about that?
B: It seems like you need to talk about it…
D: It doesn’t matter what I need.
B: Bullshit. Please talk to me.
D: I remember… After school, Dad dropped you off at a friend’s house.
B: Eva’s house.
D: Yeah, then he dropped me off at home.
[Flashback] younger Dorothy: Mom?
D: At first, I just thought she fell asleep… She must’ve only been dead for half an hour when I found her. The house didn’t smell like death or anything.
D: She had scars on her arms and hands, she was paler than usual. I remember the ground was wet.
B: Like she…?
D: Peed? Yea, dead people do that.
B: Ew okay, coulda left that out.
[Flashback] younger Dorothy: [distressed] Mom?!
D: I noticed she wasn’t breathing… I kept calling out to her but, she wouldn’t answer. When I touched her she was cold; she wasn’t stiff yet, just cold.
[Flashback] younger Dorothy: [distressed, crying] Please! Please wake up! Mom!?
D: When I realized there was no waking her up, I called 911. She was pronounced dead by the time dad got back.
B: I should have been there with you.
D: I’m glad you weren’t.
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