#and lore. hehehe.

[jojo-schmo]

For eons, an ancient voice toiled alone in the illusory realm of its own making. Until one day, a desperate soul seeking salvation for her pack had a fated encounter with its remnants in the waking world. The ancient voice’s cries for freedom and vengeance engulfed her.

From then on, the Queen of Beasts began to dream with her eyes wide open- tirelessly carrying out the will of these dreams.

[softle0]

Mexican grandparents home will always be so cozy.

[bewarethetooth]

HEYY I'M ACTUALLY ALIVE AND IVE TOTALLY BEEN ALIVE SO HERES MY FAVORITE THING EVER DRAWN TODAY:

Now excuse me while i sleep until 5pm because the sun IS rising and i AM so tired

[itsnotmourn]

one note on this post = one fact about winini perhaps

[lorelune]

(minors dni || michael kaiser x reader || pet play, predator/prey, fear play, subspace, d/s dynamics in gen || wc: ~1.8k)

"aw, don't you look pretty?" kaiser coos, his frigid hand cupping your jaw.

you're sure you do. maybe. you feel a little ridiculous if you're being fully honest with yourself.

long finger trails down your throat, slowing to trace the loop of leather cinched around it. each touch of his is intentional, meant to make you squirm in place. your knees have started to ache where you kneel, perched between kaiser's legs as sits on the edge of the mattress above you.

"if you say so." you spit the words.

kaiser's expression darkens.

you imagine that he has a plan for how this evening is meant to proceed. kaiser got you a gift, something he so fucking averse to receiving but god forbid you don't accept any of the ones he plies you with. his 'gift' came in a black velvet box. it had been heavy in your palms and you put off opening it while kaiser beamed at you in that sickening way only he can manage. you hoped it would just be jewelry— kaiser is quite fond of giving you pieces and you've come to expect it. but the box in your hands feels too hefty to be a necklace like the size of it denotes.

unfortunately, your hopes are dashed, mangled, killed when you open that fucking box.

the item that laid in said box is now buckled around your neck.

a collar. a fucking collar. simple, with two sets of d-rings on the front and back of it. the leather is high-quality, suede on the inside and conditioned so its not too rough against your throat, but you have a sinking feeling it would still leave indents if kaiser tugs at it too much. it's pure black, hardware included, except for a blue jewel-encrusted pendant of a rose that hand off the front.

you had put up quite the fight before... agreeing to wear the thing. once, you agreed, to say 'thank you' for the gift. then the thing is getting thrown in the back of a fucking closet because kaiser hasn't done anything more than clasp the leather around your throat and you already feel small and stupid.

kaiser is too smart for his own good. you're certain he anticipated your upset and indignation. fuck, he's probably counting on it which is why your little, piecemeal display of apathy has him staring at you like you kicked his fucking dog (and you'd never kick ness. he's a good boy.)

faster than you can track, kaiser loops his index finger in the front d-ring of the collar. he hauls you up, closer, so you're forced to brace upwards on your knees. he brings you too close to his breath, thick cologne fogging your senses. his gaze is deadly, an executioner's. you hear death knells and feel the swipe of a scythe in the chill of his skin brushing against your own.

"pets don't talk," kaiser says like he's reminding a child who forgot the order of the alphabet and not chastising his very kind, tolerant partner.

you scowl and roll your eyes. “good thing i'm not your pet then."

"aren't you?" he tilts his hand. one of the long bits of his hair falls forward over his shoulder as he leers down at you. "you're not a quite a dog— you're not obedient enough for that. a housecat, maybe? you'll need to be declawed in any case."

you frown. it only makes kaiser smile more, insidiously, clearly getting off on your discomfort. you're not... you're not a fucking housecat.

your thighs tremble, straining from the awkward half-kneel you’ve been forced into if your legs gave out now, the only thing holding you up would be kaiser's grip on the collar. it doesn't help that your hands are bound at the small of your back with a skillful knot. you resist gravity and your body's urge to crumple.

"i'm not—" you try to snap.

kaiser interrupts you, cupping your face with his free hand. "maybe you're just a little rabbit."

he presses his cold fingers against your lips, prodding into your mouth.

a fucking bunny—?

you bite him. there's not enough force beyond it to do any lasting damage but kaiser still flinches. you get some satisfaction after that, but its quite a short-lived feeling.

without reverie, or any chance to process, kaiser has you fully standing, wobbling for a moment as blood rushes back to your legs. you feel— fucking light-headed. but clearly he doesn't care as he's throwing you down against the bed. the impact knocks air out of you, the rumpled duvet pillowing the impact.

kaiser looms, straddling your hips. you think that, maybe, when kaiser envisioned how this night would go, you were supposed to be a nice house pet he got to play with. he probably would've made you cum on his fingers, his favored vibrator, his cock and made you feel stupid— like some actual fucking spoiled house pet.

but you never make it easy for him. that would be a defeat and sparring with kaiser is too entertaining. too gratifying—

(it doesn’t matter if it’s you or him that that ends up frustrated or crushed, really. regardless of who loses, who ends up battered and upset, sparks still dance just behind your eyes. admiration and arousal mix. you're, truthfully, just as collared as he has literally made you.)

he grabs your jaw. hard enough that it aches and you're tempted to bite him again.

"so, you don't want to be a pet for me?"

"n-no—"

"fine, sure—" he yanks on your hair, pain sparks along your scalp and you attempt to buck him off your hips. he bears his weight on you and you know that you're absolutely fucked. "if you insist. though, your stubbornness hasn't gotten you anywhere before... has it?"

you bite him again. properly. or attempt to at least— you barely get a nip in before he's forcing you head into the mattress, craning your neck. it aches, it fucking aches and a wounded little noise leaves your throat. it rattles the collar around your neck, out of your control.

"i'm not—"

"you are. you are." he taps your forehead as he tells you, rattling your brain around inside of your skull. "you're my little pet. mine. denying it doesn't make it any less true. it just makes you look really stupid. more stupid than normal. it's almost cute how stupid you're acting—"

"choke."

"mouthy—" he bites into your flesh between your neck and shoulder. you gasp, writhe, kick a little. "maybe you're feral."

you're not sure how much of this is play and how much of this is proclamation. there's a sinking feeling in your gut that kaiser really does intend to tame you.

and, unfortunately, you know that he has the absolutely capability to do so.

one last attempt—

"i'm not—" you wheeze around the pressure on your neck, the weight over your hips. kaiser is hard, you can feel it against your navel, even through his clothes. "i'm n-not your fucking pet—"

he sighs, pushing back his hair. he wears an expression like this whole ordeal is such a burden and he's not currently weeping pre in his boxers at this very moment.

"i guess i'll have to show you that you are then."

the pressure releases off your scalp, and his still fucking cold hands trail down your navel. you're just little a tank top, no bra, and little shorts. kaiser takes advantage of your immodesty. he wracks his nails from your hips up to your chest, dragging the thin fabric upwards as he does.

and with your belly exposed?

suddenly, you do feel like a collared prey animal. the softness of you is exposed. bare and open to the chill air of the room regardless of the the discomfort writhing just beneath your skin.

you don't mean to whimper, but you do anyway, and kaiser kisses below your ear. if it were anyone else, you’d think the act was an apology. but it’s michael, so the affection is meant to make you feel disarmed and stupid. too feeble and unworthy to do anything but take it.

and all you can do is take it. your arms are aching against your weight and the rope looped around your wrists. he bites and kisses into your ear in a way that has your kicking against the mattress. you can't tell if its good or bad, it's— too sensitive. too much.

his hand comes to rest on your tummy. wide and still so cold, bracing you down as he sucks another collar on your neck, this time of molted bruises.

as kaiser draws back, lips wet and teeth shining, you really don't think like he looks like the owner of any pet.

he looks like a predator.

like— a fucking— big cat, a leopard or panther. maybe a wolf, even, the lone kind that howl so loud and bite so hard.

there's a twist of fear in your gut, and you can't tell if it's real or not. you don't know what to do with it other than sniffle and accept that the tears beading at the corners of your eyes are out of your control.

kaiser must notice them. he tilts his head and with a click of his tongue, he's swooping down to kiss you. it's unrelenting, he's unrelenting immediately. his tongue is immediately in your mouth, against your teeth, as he sucks your own tongue into his mouth. it's too much, so much—

but that's the point, isn't it? that it's too much, that kaiser can lord this type of control over you and all you can do is whine and kick and beg in little words for him to relent. to provide mercy. it gets you off just as much as it does him.

it makes you feel light-headed. you're drunk on the feeling.

kaiser kisses you again. this time, it's softer. you're loopy enough to think of the pressure and rhythm of it as gentle. you're not sure if its a farce or not, an attempt to get you to relax. it's an unknown.

"you're mine." kaiser reminds you, saying the words against your lips. branding them into the soft, supple flesh. he flicks the charm around your throat. "be a good little house pet and remember that, hm?"

"'kay." the word is breathy, half-there, but believable even if you don't feel all that in control of saying them.

(kaiser— he must be able to tell how far gone you are. how just little rope, choice words and contact, and this stupid fucking collar have got you so deep. you're under him. and for all of kaiser's faults, you are his and you serve a function. there's— some confidence you'll be taken care of.)

it's easier to believe, like this, when you and kaiser are in the steady process of breaking down in tandem. it's easier to believe that you are his... housecat, bunny, pet, and that you will be well-tended when you're fissuring. melting out of your ears as his touch trails lower and lower.

it's much easier to believe that kaiser will be a good owner as he kisses your cunt over the thin fabric of panties.

(even if you cannot escape the predatory gaze he gives you as he does.)

(it’s like he intends to devour you.)

[lambjurk]

gravit fah?? gravitay fela?? i give up

[capesch-arts]

The Ocean wails a scornful woe,

"Your glare is vicious! A terrible scorch!

The gentle glow of moon, how I miss it so,

They do not burn and make me weep,

Why is my love not in my time of need?"

The Sun gleams with eternal radiance,

A light that fills all with its glory,

But it knows not of its own brilliance,

After all, how could he possibly see?

For what he sees is a reflection

on the surface of the woeful sea.

Formless, scattered, unshapen.

A form that is filled with unfamiliarity.

And he hears her cries,

Of a light that's not his own,

And he hears her still,

Of a glow that's far from home.

Would you curse a newborn,

When it cries and begs,

to stop forcing the mask,

Of a stranger on its face?

[its-a-me-mango]

It Should've Been Him

What if I gave you Mango lore by giving you, different Mango lore instead, what then, would you be mad at me? Hitting me with your car kind of mad?

Oh man I've had this sat in my WIP folder for a while but I figured I'd get it done for today! Comic making is so hard I'm never doing this again ever <- lying. Regardless, eat up! :3

[miss-conner3]

En Español: Aquí

“For Him”

Context: An incident in Silk Cradle seals the fate of a little sheep.

Playing with the idea of ​​Ando's death and the impact it had on his younger brother, the Lamb.

This is a bit weird since this was more of an experimental concept, but I liked it enough to share it (ouo)

I'm not very good with action shots, but I hope I've managed to make out what I wanted to convey here. Because, well, there is some background.

Anyway…

¡I hope you like it! (>u<)/

[therealcallmekd]

And On Next.... The Weather!

doubt any of you woulda expected this one did ya!

[cowardlykrow]

"Hah, dude doesn't even know he's in my tamagotchi."

[toffeebrews]

art trade w/ __penultimate._ on insta!! (this is pink version of dream!!)

[stellar-haikyuu]

love language ☆ ennoshita chikara x reader

synopsis: the team gets together to celebrate captain ennoshita's birthday. initially, you worry about your gift, but quickly find that it's the best decision you've made. details: fluff | friends to lovers | getting together | gift-giving and words of affirmation | ~2.5k words | gn third-year manager!reader | captain!ennoshita | requested by @ennoshitas-princess as part of my karasuno writing event

The winter is relentless at this time of year, you think to yourself as you speed-walk to the Sakanoshita store, tucking your hands into your pockets. Christmas day has just passed, and today is Ennoshita’s birthday. 

The Karasuno members, including the former upperclassmen, have gathered to celebrate their captain’s birthday. What started as a birthday get-together has taken on an extra layer of excitement: Karasuno is on the road to Spring High Nationals once again.

The team’s beloved convenience store comes into view, and you can already hear the chaotic chatter from outside. Sakanoshita was like a third home to you now, the second being the school gym.

As you slide the door open, the warmth embraces you immediately—the warmth of the store and the members.

"Hey! You’re just in time!” Nishinoya yells excitedly at your arrival.

“In time for what?”

"Coach is about to serve the newly steamed pork buns.”

"Ooh! Will there be curry buns?" You lift your eyebrows.

"Of course,” a familiar voice joins in. You turn to see Ennoshita grinning at you gently. “I reminded Coach to add some because they’re your favorite.”

"And Kageyama's always looking for it," Coach Ukai suddenly appears to your right, holding a large plate of steaming buns.

“That’s true,” You respond, moving out of the way. In the process, you bump into someone behind you.

“Ah, sorry- Oh my goodness, Suga-san!”

"Hi! Doing good?" He asks you, opening his arms for a hug that you quickly reciprocate.

"Yes!" You tell him excitedly. "I miss having you around. How's college treating you?"

"Hmm. Lots of general subjects for now, so it's like high school with lots more work." He pauses to think. "But, we'll go observe some elementary classes after break, so I'm looking forward to that."

"Aw, that's great! You'll be such a great teacher. You have experience wrangling the kids, anyway," you gesture to the gathered members.

Suga looks at them with a fond look on his face. Suddenly, he snickers, so you follow his gaze. Lo and behold, Kageyama is closely eyeing the curry buns, waiting for the others to start eating. But it seems that the others have noticed this too.

"Oi, Kageyama, we're here for Ennoshita-san's birthday. We're not just here to eat."

"Hinata! Dumbass! Of course I know that!"

Everyone laughs loudly at the exchange, minus Tsukishima, Kageyama, and the first-years who were failing to hold their giggles in. 

"Hah, just like old times." Suga catches his breath. "Ah, by the way…" he looks at you with a knowing smile before leaning in.

"Ennoshita really asked Coach to prepare extra pork curry buns for you. I’m pretty sure he made it clear that he’d kill anyone who takes them." He whispers in your ear.

You open your mouth to respond, but nothing comes out. You press your lips together in a thin line to think, but then Suga starts wiggling his eyebrows.

"What do you want me to do with that information, Suga-san?"

"Nothing!" He says with a playful lilt in his voice. "Just dig in, I think that'll make him happy."

"Mm." You hum in response before moving forward to reach for a pork curry bun. With a bunch of huge, ravenous boys surrounding the table, this simple task gets complicated.

After a few attempts of trying to find an opening and failing miserably, you chuckle at your predicament. Is this what Yachi feels like at training camp barbeques?

But there’s a light tap on your shoulder, and you turn back to face Suga- oh.

“Here,” Ennoshita holds out a steamed pork curry bun to you.

“Thanks.” The bun warms your hands a little, but you’re sure the rest of your body is heating up for other reasons.

"You're welcome.” Ennoshita’s calm voice fills your ears, but it does nothing to steady your heart. 

Moments later, there's a sound of the door opening. Kinoshita and Narita make their way in, and they huddle around Ennoshita.

You take that as your cue to return to your spot next to Suga. You can sense that he's dying to ask a question, perhaps the one that you’ve been asking yourself for the past two weeks.

"Spit it out before your eyebrows fall off," you tell him before taking a bite of your bun. This makes him giggle, but he quickly composes himself.

"So, what did you end up getting him?" He says in a hushed tone.

You open the zipper on your sling bag and pull the present out a little bit, making sure no one else sees it.

Suga tilts his head.

"It's- well…I followed your advice to be sincere," you explain. There are a few moments of silence before he responds.

"Well, I won't question it. I trust you had a good reason for your choice. You're one of those people who knows exactly what's in their heart and mind."

"I hope you're right." You inhale deeply, zipping your bag closed.

"I think I usually am." He winks and grins at her. "Now, go be social! I'll go interview the freshmen." He nudges you towards the other members.

"Yes, mother." You roll your eyes playfully.

"Hmmm, you're filling in that role nicely now," he teases, before making his way over to the group of first years.

"Speaking of birthday gifts, let's give them to our dear captain!" Nishinoya declares.

"Ah! Already?" Ennoshita widens his eyes. You look outside to see the sky painted a deep orange.

"Yeah, Asahi-san's gotta leave soon," Nishinoya pouts. "He has one last weekend class and a big project, right?"

Asahi sighs and nods, but Ennoshita reassures him. "It's alright. There will be more chances to see each other again."

"Let's sing Ennoshita-san happy birthday!" Tanaka declares.

The store is immediately filled with a chorus of mismatched tones, which causes Ennoshita to put his head in his hands.

"Geez, no wonder we're called crows." Coach Ukai shakes his head as he starts clearing dirty plates and cups.

Laughter erupts, and as the others start setting their gifts on the table, you can’t help but feel nervous about yours.

You spent all night second-guessing yourself. You even left your morning open for a last-minute trip to the store, just in case. But thanks to the cold weather, you overslept. Now, all you can do is hope Ennoshita likes what you got him.

You believe it’s a meaningful gift, but compared to the neatly wrapped packages and fancy boxes, yours sticks out like a sore thumb.

Luckily, no one seems to notice that you haven’t placed anything on the table yet-

"You okay? You kind of spaced out there." Ennoshita’s voice is gentle, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder. When did he get up from his seat?

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I’m good." You meet his concerned gaze.

"Glad to hear that." He glances at the growing pile of gifts. "Still can't believe there's this much." He starts counting, and your stomach twists in panic.

"I, uh... is it okay if I give you my gift later? I mean, you’ll need help carrying all of this home, right? I could give it to you then?"

His eyebrows lift at your sudden rambling. "Yeah, that's fine. Are you sure you're okay? You got kinda tongue-tied for a second there."

"Yes. Sorry, my thoughts just got a little disorganized."

He doesn’t press further, but as you say your goodbyes to the others, you can still feel his eyes on you—like he’s silently trying to figure you out.

One by one, the remaining members trickle out of the store.

"Okay, kids, go home before it gets too dark," Coach Ukai calls. 

He hands you and Ennoshita two spare boxes for the gifts. Tanaka, Nishinoya, Kinoshita, and Narita offer to help carry them until you reach the point where your paths diverge.

"See you guys soon!" you call out. Their goodbyes fade into the evening air, and soon enough, it's just you and Ennoshita.

"Good thing these aren’t too heavy," he comments. "You okay with yours?"

"Yup. Don't forget how many bags I carry as a manager," you joke.

"Ah. That’s fair." He chuckles, then hesitates. "Hey."

"Yeah?"

"Now that it's just us… I wanted to ask if something was bothering you earlier?"

"Oh, well..."

"Is it about my gift?" His voice is careful. "You seemed pretty nervous."

"Ah, I just... didn’t want the others to see what it was."

That definitely catches his interest.

"Oh?"

You hesitate before admitting, "I wasn’t able to wrap it."

He falls silent, and for a moment, all you hear is the crunch of snow beneath your boots.

"Well, whatever it is, I’ll appreciate it," he says at last.

"I figured you’d say that. You’re the kind of person who believes it’s the thought that counts." "You're not wrong," he chuckles.

At this point, you pass your house, meaning his is only a few blocks away.

"Hah. But even then, I really wanted to make it special somehow."

"Special?"

"Yeah. I couldn't decide what to get you. I wracked my brain over it."

"I see. Gosh, is my overthinking that contagious?"

You both break into a fit of giggles as you round the final corner to his house.

"But seriously," Ennoshita says, pushing open his front gate and making space for you to set your box down. "I’d appreciate anything from you."

As he puts his box down next to yours, you take his gift out of your sling bag and hide it behind your back.

His smile softens. "Is that what I think it is? C’mon, don’t hide it anymore."

He holds his hands out in front, and with a quick exhale, you hand it to him. 

His eyebrows furrow in confusion as he recognizes the Campus notebook design.

"Wait, isn't this your volleyball notebook?"

"Well, it was," you admit, laughing nervously. "Not anymore. You'll see what I mean."

You watch his reaction as he reads through the first few pages. It's mostly set numbers and score tallies, even some success percentages of the freak quick duo's new moves. 

There are some rotation notes too, but after that, the content changes entirely. You know when Ennoshita realizes it, because a small gasp escapes his mouth.

If there's one thing you know Ennoshita struggles with as captain, it's the constant doubt that makes him think he isn't enough.

You think back to Karasuno’s match against Wakutani Minami last year, when Ennoshita stepped in to replace Daichi. That was the first time you truly saw him—not just as a player, but as a leader.

After the match, you had asked Narita and Kinoshita where he was so you could congratulate him. That’s how you found yourself waiting outside the bathroom.

His red-rimmed eyes were immediately burned into your memory, and you didn’t think twice before engulfing him in an embrace. At the time, you didn’t understand why he trembled so much, but you didn’t pester him until he was ready to talk.

After accepting his position as the new captain, he seemed to be doing a little better, but you knew another breakdown was inevitable. “Not as good as Daichi” is what he told you after Karasuno lost to Date Tech in the Interhigh finals a few months ago.

Everyone has reminded him, again and again, that he isn’t meant to be a carbon copy of the former captain. Karasuno hasn’t even had a practice match with Date Tech in a long while; the Iron Wall has immensely improved their blocking capabilities in just a few months.

Still, Ennoshita carries the weight of those losses. He pushes forward, keeping the team’s motivation high, but you know that the dark thoughts linger in his mind, preying on him in moments of vulnerability.

So, you came up with an idea, a way to provide proof that Ennoshita is worthy and capable.

That’s exactly what you’ve given him today.

"You..." Ennoshita's voice shakes. "How- when did you-" 

He flips through the pages, back and forth, almost like he can't believe his eyes.

"Today, Ennoshita executed a great dig that helped his team win the set." He reads out loud. 

“Today, Ennoshita offered to help me even if he was clearly carrying more than I did. I’m thankful for his willingness to help others.

“Today, Ennoshita boosted team morale with a simple but sincere speech. His words mean more than he knows.

“Today, Ennoshita saved me from another stray volleyball. I cannot believe this keeps happening to me, but thank goodness he’s always there to protect me.

“Today, Ennoshita did his best to comfort the team after losing to Date Tech. He blames himself for the loss, but I hope he knows that the team truly doesn't believe it's his fault. I wish he could be kinder to himself.

“Today, the second-years told me that Ennoshita was a reliable captain. I agreed with them.”

“Today, Ennoshita…” He trails off, continuing to read the rest in silence. 

Gradually, you hear shaky breaths escape him as he gets closer to the end.

“Oh, what the-” You hear him getting a little choked up as he mutters softly. There are a few more seconds before he closes the notebook and stares at you in sheer disbelief. 

“What on Earth made you think I wouldn’t like this? You- no one's ever, I-" His hands fly to his face and his shoulders shake. “Sorry-”

“Don’t apologize.” You embrace him again; it feels almost natural how well you fit together. “I’m glad you liked it.”

“I like it,” he mumbles into your shoulder, voice thick with emotion. “I like you.”

It takes you a few moments before you register his confession.

You watch the small bits of snow falling around you before gathering the courage to tell him what’s on your mind.

“I like you too, Ennoshita.” You respond, lightly stroking his hair, tears starting to form in your eyes as well.

And for the first time in a long while, you feel like you can breathe. The words that have been caged inside your chest, restrained by fear and hesitation, have finally broken free.

You wonder why it took you this long in the first place. 

After that night, everything changes.

You no longer wait for birthdays to tell Ennoshita beautiful things. You tell him whenever you feel it—what you think, what you love about him, the little things that make you smile.

Sometimes, he scoffs, playfully embarrassed, but you notice the way his ears turn pink. Other times, he just shakes his head with a small, grateful smile.

And when you aren’t there to say it yourself, you find other ways. Sticky notes on his notebooks. Text messages sent before bed. Handwritten letters slipped into his bag, waiting to be found.

You never stop reminding him—because you know how easy it is for doubt to creep back in, how the weight of expectations can make even the strongest person feel small.

One way or another, you always find a way to get your heartfelt words across. That’s your love language, after all.

masterlist

[hexxingcode]

woe, fish polycule be upon ye. i just thought the video game outcome was too interesting not to draw in some way... so you can have these bitches i guess. and the devious lamb. actually i have the design too.

stupid cult leader reference image ^

i like the golden fleece. i am not very good at using it but i like it

[norts-trolls]

Also back at it again for fan session art

[coffinshaped]

Hey, just wanted to say me and my friend are absolutely in love with your art! My friend has been thinking about trying to make a voice for sailor but they don't have the greatest confidence. I thought I'd ask if you could give them any kind words for a confidence boosts of sorts, if not that's fine!

OH MY GOODNESS THANK YOU SO SO MUCH!!! WOWOWOWOWOW IM SO SO HAPPY YOU WANNA GIVE A VOICE TO MY SILLY LITTLE SAILOR!!! @v@

I just KNOW you’ve got a CRAZY amount of talent, my friend!!! I know you’re not feeling confident BUT I HAVE THE UTMOST CONFIDENCE IN YOU!!!! Just have fun with it, Sailor is the most unserious character I’ve ever made!! Lean into that goofiness!! I’m gonna geek out as soon as I hear it I just KNOW IT!!! AND GUESS WHOS HERE TO ALSO GIVE YOU WORDS OF ENCOURAGEMENT! ⚓️