Would anyone like it if I reblogged some of our older works to breathe some new life into them? ♥️ Any work in particular you'd like to see again? 😇
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i started streaming da:o and created this very pink grey warden, Emery Amell, who might actually become my canon warden because look at her she's so cute
also im live now in case anyone would like to watch
https://www.twitch.tv/dinoqueenbee
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Was feeling little bid of horror nowadays so our beloved watcher gets eyes on wings :)
Ps: Also my commision are open, if interested, you can check my bio
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quick sketch for this high school alenoah fic
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Vigorous Spring)
Just In case you'd like to support this struggling "creator", please consider sending her some coffee ☕ . Your support is very important and deeply appreciated, especially right now.
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maxing daddy's credit card ✨
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The stage is set...the story continues...
Coming soon to an ao3 browser near you.
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imagine being six feet deep in denial that you’re in love with your long distance best friend of 5+ years and you’ve been having dreams of your future together nearly every night, seeing his face and hugging him and kissing him and yet you tell yourself that maybe there’s an alternate universe where all of that is real, just probably not this one, but each dream progressively gets more intense and so frighteningly real that at one point you’re like, okay, i just have to find a way to fall out of love with him now, so that it won’t hurt so badly anymore to be apart from him. well—guess what? you can travel in time and those dreams you’ve had are actual fragments of your future with him, and yes, you do have a future with him, and you’d go to the ends of the Earth and beyond just so you two can be together finally, but you’re losing hope and drifting apart further and further and further but you have such an unending love for this person you’ve never actually met that it’s consuming you entirely, but you can’t tell him that, in the same way that you also can’t tell him about the future you’ve seen in fear that it’ll mess things up somewhere along the way
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One more Jurdan? I did this earlier this year in exchange for a donation. I don't draw fanarts for money unless it's for charity -- and i m plotting something for Christmas.
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yet again - I’m moving and I’m very desperate for money! I’m trying to clear out a bunch of ethically collected taxidermy etc stuff very quickly - things are listed for dirt cheap, but I’m also taking bundle offers through Mercari. Check out what I’ve got here!
I also have some painted/decorated vulture culture stuff on my Etsy here!
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“all the time I have — it’s yours” || eremika cabin fic
read on AO3
this is an oldie, but a goodie <3 I'm primarily resharing bc I was bored at work and made this fic banner LOL
(13k words, explicit)
pairing: eremika
tags: canon-compliant; cabin fic; angst and porn; domestic fluff; gratuitous smut
summary:
With every day that passes in their cabin, Mikasa can tell that the fire in Eren's eyes burns a bit brighter. His grip on her waist lingers a bit longer. His nightly retreat to his bedroom becomes tainted with a bit more reluctance to leave, a more acute desire to stay.
Mikasa can feel this desire inside her too: it burns low and bubbles in her gut, like simmering water on a stove mere moments from boiling over. And she’s not entirely sure what would be a worse course of action: to temper the pressure and allow this simmering feeling to dissipate to a more manageable level — or to succumb to it, let it wash over her and consume her whole.
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In a remote cabin removed from the realities of war, Mikasa and Eren spend the remaining years of Eren’s life together: building a home, learning to love one another — and trying to reconcile the underlying feeling that they’re not supposed to be here.
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OR: my humble contribution to all the cabin fics out there, a.k.a. about 13k words of cabin smut with a side of domestic fluff and a dash of angst
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Cluster B culture is surrounding yourself with other pwCBpd and safe spaces online, forgetting ableism exists, and then suddenly encountering hate again and being like "woah mama!!"
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Hey, there's like 20% of a bunch of stuff on my redbubble shop these days if you're into that kinda stuff
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