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Lamb and Shepard Dog

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Lamb and Shepard Dog

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Lamb and Shepard Dog

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Sorry I forgot abt this account here catch!!!

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Fraggle Rock sona

i love mokey so much that i had to make a little guy to meet her (don't think i'm keeping the sweater tho)

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wahoo!

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how dare

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i'm being attacked today

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a post about when someone tags someone else on your post

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how dare

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mrp

kitty!!! *petpetpetpetpet*

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'ello here I am finally here I've been really busy so I couldn't draw to much and I am pretty rusty so my bad heh (ᵕ—ᗜ—)

So this is a practice run heheheh

but yeah I'll try to post when I can ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

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I just think it's sad that many artists refuse to learn to draw black features because they're "scared of being perceived as racist" but like, there are so many tutorials and references to use. atp there are no more excuses. it saddens me the amount of times I scroll through an artist gallery and see 0 black characters.

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I just think it's sad that many artists refuse to learn to draw black features because they're "scared of being perceived as racist" but like, there are so many tutorials and references to use. atp there are no more excuses. it saddens me the amount of times I scroll through an artist gallery and see 0 black characters.

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guess who just got ✨dommed by the narrative✨✨✨

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i have a new hyperfixation, couldn’t resist the urge…

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a giant rubbing their index finger on their tiny’s back to help them calm down from a panic attack…

bonus points when the tiny grabs onto the their giant’s thumb for comfort while the giant whispers: “it’s going to be okay”…..

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A Kiss On The Beach

The sky was a spectacle of gold and pink—a veil of delicate clouds, dyed in the same colors as Iris’s hair. It seemed that the firmament itself, in silent complicity, was trying to imitate her. The sunset bathed the world in a gentle warmth, like a caress without hands, while the sea whispered its calm refrain against the clear sand of the beach.

There, on that little-visited stretch of coastline, where time seemed to slow down, Atlas rested. Lying on his side, his colossal head rested gently on the fine sand, and his half-closed eyes shone in the twilight light. The sea breeze passed through his thick hair, raising purple waves among the thick strands like the roots of a living mountain.

And then, she came.

Iris. With her light, short dress dancing in the salty wind, she walked barefoot on the damp sand. Her curly pink hair—voluminous like cotton candy clouds—was tied up in a high bun, though a few loose strands floated around her face like living petals. She was only 5'7", but her presence was as immense as the titan's heart. And even though he was a giant over a hundred meters tall, Atlas's eyes followed her as if she were the center of gravity itself.

Iris stopped beside his face.

Atlas turned his head slightly toward her, causing a whisper of sand to rise around him. His lips—thick, wide, marked by soft lines—curved into a sleepy, passionate smile.

"Are you comfortable?" she asked, her voice mixing with the sound of the waves.

"With you here… I always am," he replied, in a tone so deep and soft that, although almost imperceptible to him, it sounded to Iris like a subtle earthquake, vibrating deep in her bones.

She laughed. Her heart raced.

With her feet planted firmly in place as if preparing to climb a miracle, Iris approached his face with the delicacy of someone stepping on clouds. She climbed the natural folds of sand that accumulated under his chin, then rested on the soft contour of Atlas's cheek, and finally, on one of the gentle wrinkles that marked his face. Those colossal lines, even in size, had heat — they pulsed with life.

She reached the edge of his lips.

His face, vast and serene, seemed like an altar. Before that wall of warm, living flesh — firm, but incredibly soft like silk warmed by the sun — Iris stopped for a moment. Atlas's lips, so close, seemed like a continent. Up close, she saw the small lines that marked them, like trails in an landscape.

She looked at them tenderly, overflowing with love, desire, and a calm certainty: she understood him. He, with all his size, fit inside her.

For a moment, Iris simply breathed—feeling the wind and the soft warmth of the titanic breath that came out of the lungs of that colossus. Atlas remained motionless, looking at her with such immense affection that it seemed capable of suspending time.

Then, she leaned in—slowly, as if surrendering an ancient secret—and kissed him.

The contact was subtle, like the touch of a breath. Atlas's lips had a warm texture, slightly rough, but with a gentle firmness that surprised her. Iris had to lie down against the lower curve of his mouth, embracing it with her arms. She found a spot there—a small part of that immensity—and kissed it with a tenderness that carried the weight of an impossible and yet real love.

And then, he reciprocated.

Atlas took a deep breath, making the sea wind curl around them. With a control almost impossible for such an immense being, he moved his lips. He tilted them slightly, as if the pink sky itself were reaching out to touch her. With unimaginable care, he adjusted them slightly to receive her. A tiny gesture for him—but immense for her—he molded his mouth to her with careful, delicate pressure, like the touch of a giant petal.

Íris felt her entire body vibrate with the subtle reverberation of that movement. It was like kissing the ocean: vast, powerful, yet mysteriously sweet. It was the universe itself bending to love her. His mouth, monumental, molded to her touch with a tenderness that seemed impossible in something so colossal.

He tilted his face slightly, as if trying to fit even more into her gesture — and the sea around him seemed to rise silently with the tremor of his movement, as if in reverence for the moment.

And it was then that Iris felt everything: the immensity, yes — but above all, the depth of the feeling. That kiss needed no proportions. It was love overflowing through every pore.

She stood there, lost between his lips and the sky that shone in the colors of her own hair. It was like kissing the sunset, like embracing a warm star that allowed itself to be touched by love.

When his lips finally moved away, Iris still had her eyes closed, her lips half-open. The vibration of that kiss still echoed throughout her body. Atlas tried to look the tiny girl, lost in him — and in his immense eyes there was reverence, astonishment, and a tenderness that seemed made of light.

"You kiss me as if I were small," he whispered, enchanted.

Iris smiled, turned to the side and rested her forehead on his lower lip, wide as a soft staircase of heat.

"Because, in my heart… you fit completely," she said with a slightly breathless laugh.

And there, between the warm sand, the salt of the breeze and the heat of an impossible touch, Atlas closed his eyes. He no longer needed to admire the sky.

He already had it—completely—in the arms of the woman who kissed him like no one else could.

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My first language is not English (so I used the translator a few times XD) and it's my first time doing a story like this, so I apologize if there is a spelling mistake or inconsistency ☁️