Hi! Do you have any future plans for writing? I love your writing (and art) style a ton.
Also, in fic, Noir keeps his mask on constantly up until the end, and its implied to be full face - is he just walking around in public wearing the full spiderman noir mask?
i do!! i’m just a lil busy & am working on too many drafts at once lol. thank you tho, i’m glad you like em!!!
yes. mask on ALWAYS bc otherwise he’d be found out immediately
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various late ‘70s things
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1. A sketch of Ocelot cleaning a wound in Kaz’s shoulder. Kaz is shirtless and is bruised in various places.
2. Ocelot with long hair reaching past his shoulders, tucked behind his ears.
3. Eva wearing a jumpsuit with her hair in a ponytail. She has fingerless gloves and has her hands in front of her chest. End ID.
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considering finally upgrading the photo situation. been looking at new lenses, but not sure how much sense it makes to invest in more advanced optics for a 12yo camera that i'm constantly squabbling with, so. one of these days, maybe.
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currently thinking about how much warmth in color - reminiscent of the sun shining down on him - there is when daniel suddenly remembers armand speaking to him in san francisco. it feels so sharply different and alluring and it's just so beautiful. i'm bouncing off the walls excited for more flashbacks
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You must try to be brave little one. Make a wish for each sad little tear. Someone's waiting to love you.
When Ivo was much younger, still living under the orphanage’s malevolent roof, he often spent time alone. With no friends and being often forgotten about, he’d take his stuffed little cat named Java and tuck himself in the corner of his shared, dingy old room. There he would tinker with small gadgets, draw up blueprints for his dream machines, and watch movies. He found himself entranced by the stories, the ones that tugged at his aching little heart, the ones that made him feel more seen than he had in his 11 sad years of life so far.
So that’s where he stayed while other kids played. It was lonely, terribly so, but in a sense, these little films, with Java held tight, brought him comfort. In fact, those lonesome days in front of that crummy old tv were some of the better ones he’d had in that nightmare of a place.
He wondered, privately to himself, if anyone would ever love him, too. He dared to hope so.
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I am a lesbian woman but GOD there’s nothing like a very very hairy man!!!!
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