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Writing high fantasy is harder for me than it used to be because I'll write "The door swung open" and I'll imagine some tumblr user with three different grad degrees in medieval history dunking on me with a 2,000-word post about how door hinges weren't invented until 1956 and before that they'd just smash them open with axes and rebuild them each time.

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*wrinkles nose* shouldnt you be repressing that

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really drawn to characters who are copies of someone else and/or hollowed out inside. which could mean anything

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Night Wings Turning the day into the night, the sun into the moon This print and more are %15 off on my website with code SPRING25

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zoro as the three of spades

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brook as the five of swords :)

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currently working on a one piece card deck :D already have all the strawhats, so i'll be sharing those over the next few days :)

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might not be that original, but in my search for ideas of what to draw on a children's day (1.06), somehow I got inspired by the old poems of mine about spirits and some other lovely creatures, lurking in the shadows.

So

au in which Chopper is a guardian of the forest, who was so impressed by a human child showing genuine kindness to a mink, despite losing his way in a forest, that Chopper guided little one back to safety.

Nowadays the spirit visits Law quite often, using his mini form, that is invisible to a mortal eye, to keep an eye on him.

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I feel like they'd understand eachother in a way

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pronouns d. ace ~ for an art trade with alam on twt :)

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My favorite grease ball

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your honor my client is guilty can i get another one

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"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I fell asleep in my friends' arms. It was eleven at night, we were tired, curled up in a small pile on my tiny bed. I had my head buried in my roommate's side, and one of my closest friend's hand on my shoulder, steadying me. It was quiet and nothingness and peace and their heartbeats in my ears, my hands in their hair.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

We pack four people to that little bed, you know. Laps used as footrests, collarbones as pillows, little lights like moonlight in rustic yellow bathed on their faces. The TV plays an anime. The words are repeated by my dear friend on my shoulder, curled close. My legs are asleep; my roommate may be, too.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

The cat curls on top of our criss cross mess of legs and arms and heads on chests to absorb the warmth of us all. She purrs in contented peace. When my roommate and I are left alone in the quiet, she cries, and watches the door for our friends' return.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I will never kiss them but the top of their heads. I will never touch but the warmth of their arms. I will never take more than what's freely given, and in return I put my glasses on the bedside table fashioned from a guitar amp, and when I lean into their sides, I pick up my vulnerability and place it in their capable, tender hands.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I sing for them. I cry for them. I work and I run and I withstand the worst of the world for them, because some days I get to cradle their forehead on my shoulder and some days I get to see their shining eyes.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

Maybe to you. But look beyond explanation. I love them. With my heart in my unsteady hands, with my nose pressed to the side of their head, with the buzzing in my feet and the warmth all around Iike the sunset pushing into the window.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

Is it enough to say I love them? With no strings attached? With reckless abandon and utter devotion and freedom and kindness and fear?

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I cannot explain it any clearer. I love my friends. There is no more to say.

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I have female hysteria + male loneliness + toxic masculinity + dark empath abilities

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i am either half a year late or several month early BUUUt i decides to redraw an old "let papyrus say fuck" art