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post-snuggle regrets...

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It was the same face he wore when he was hunting, but there was no time to stop and check the light in his eyes, not if she had any hope of winning the game.

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I’ve been working on drawing hands recently and finally got around to finishing this Better quality below:)

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why yes this joke has been in my head forever

why yes it did take me the end of pride month to get to it

why yes comics are easy when they're mostly copypasta

happy pride fellow aces

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My current Imaginary Scenario is to pretend I'm a mouse in a sort of Beatrix Potter World and imagine all the different objects in my house and how I obtained them. You know, spool of thread side table I stole from an old lady's purse. Velvet ring box armchair I found discarded in the park after a failed marriage proposal. Pocket square bed linens I liberated from the coat of a man distracted by a pretentious argument about beer. Bottle cap dishes also liberated during that argument. Beaded curtain that used to be a Mardi Gras necklace. That sort of thing.

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The Big Awkward Post

So I just want to start by saying that I'm sorry for having to dump this on anyone's feed, so if you don't want the big detailed drag-out, I'll just do a quick sum up here and link the Ko-Fi and drop everything else below a readmore.

In short: Myself and Zip are currently in the midst of navigating the Canadian Immigration process, and due to rule changes that came through as we were moving them up here they haven't been able to work the last several months. We're fixing that as fast as possible, but it's not a quick process. It's made funds a little tight, but we've been surviving.

The new news: A medical issue I have been dealing with since labour day last year has finally gotten to the point that I need surgery for it, and I will need minimum of two weeks recovery afterwards, which... well. That's not something I can really afford to do without running an awful lot of financial risks.

If you would like to help me and Zip out, we would extremely appreciate it. The link to my Ko-Fi is right here, and we thank you immensely for your support and the support of everyone who has already reached out to us or sent things along. Zip is also offering commissions over at @zipafterdark.

The long and winding details:

So just before I flew down to the states to drive Zip back over the border last year, changes were sent through Canadian Parliament that visitors/immigrants could no long apply for a worker's visa from within the country. We didn't have the resources available to us at the time to suddenly postpone an entire cross-country move and a wedding, so we had to go through with the plan as it was. We finally got our initial immigration and sponsorship paperwork to the point where they're allowed to apply for a worker's permit now. We originally submitted our documents in February and it's been a fun ride since then, but I digress: we're finally at this stage now, and hopefully this will roll as smoothly as it can and we can both be working again as soon as it's processed, but... none of this is quick. It sucks. It's been sucking. It's been stressful, and I will not lie, it's made it very very hard to focus on anything but work and recovery to keep working.

Labour day last year I discovered an abscess. Our health system up here is in a huge bind with low numbers of doctors and overworked nurses, it took ages to get it really looked at, and in October it burst and created a fistule. I've had multiple tests including an MRI, and it will require surgery, which I finally got the referral sent off for in April. We were waiting for any kind of letter or correspondence to give us as much notice as possible on the surgery date so I could arrange for the time off I would need with work without stressing everyone out too much, but... then yesterday (Tuesday) happened.

I got a call at work from the surgeon's office. They had a surgery date for me.

It was Friday. Like... this Friday.

I'm booked out nearly two weeks right now and my boss is trying to open a second location/new business, we've been tight-staffed technically since before Christmas but then lost another employee AND the person we were trying to hire to help ease the load on everyone around the same time. I couldn't take 3 days notice (technically less because I would need to ALSO take time off very suddenly for the pre-admission) and tell my boss "hey, I need 2 days off this week and then the next two weeks off. Immediately." so I told the receptionist I couldn't. She told me 'not to worry', they were going to call me back as soon as they had another date open up.

I asked her when the next solid date she could give me for an appointment would be.

She told me she couldn't.

The nature of this surgery and the nature of our ORs right now means that I would get-- "at best", her words-- one week's notice.

This has been a stress nightmare. I talked to my boss, tried to tell them I would do my best to push the surgery to when I had booked time off for my first anniversary (I have had to cancel that time off now because of this, which sucks but is survivable) and hopefully it wouldn't be too hard... but the fact is I didn't know if/when they would call me back. My boss told me to just take the surgery next time they called, we'd figure it out.

Well, they called back today. She managed to pull a miracle shot and get me nine days notice because of an early lead on a cancel for next Friday. So that's better than 3 days notice, but it's still ripping me away from two+ weeks of pay this month. I've got a bank appointment made to rip everything I have in my savings assets out to help us float, and I do have family that have offered and are able to help a little, but I won't lie. I'm scared of how hard this is possibly going to hit us.

In the good news, I suppose, once I'm able to be like... not completely miserable while conscious and maybe be able to sit up a little, I'll have some time to write. That would be a nice stress reducer, if I can manage it. That's... all the good news I can think about right now though.

Me and Zip both still have bills to pay and other payments to make (insurance, credit cards, etc), so if you wouldn't mind helping us with that at all, we would be so, so, so sincerely thankful. Anything helps, and again: Zip has commissions available over at @zipafterdark!

Here's the Ko-Fi again just because you've had to read a lot of my awkward and unpleasant grovelling. I'm sorry, I don't like having to do this, it's a super hard thing for me to do and that's why it took until I was literally staring down the barrel of Oops It's Surgery Time to do it, but I also know there's no harm in tossing it out there just in case.

Much appreciation and love to all of you. Please take care of yourselves <3

~ Belle

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One of my paper drawings I colored on the computer. Hadn't done Cyprus' bioluminescence in a while.

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Once again, it's borrower doodle posting time, see if you can guess what the next story is about 😏

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sneaky (not sneaky in the slightest)

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I brought a miniature cook oven. Now I can learn how to cook tiny food!

(I am boiling water)

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There are definite G/t vibes in The Murderbot Diaries, just fyi

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wounded angel

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It wasn’t supposed to be so much.

A kiss. That’s all it was meant to be.

But when something that big leans down to show affection, there’s no such thing as “just” a kiss. Not when the lips that descend are wider than your body is long. Not when their mouth alone could cover the entire space you stand in—and then some.

You barely have time to gasp.

One moment, their face is hovering above you, pupils blown wide with hunger—not the kind that eats, but the kind that devours in every other way. The next, the sky falls. Velvet lips crash into you like a tidal wave of skin and heat. And suddenly, you are flattened.

Not crushed, no—never that. They’re too careful for that. But the weight of them? God.

You’re pinned instantly, your back hitting the floor. Their mouth blankets your entire form in one overwhelming press, soft yet impossibly heavy. Your limbs splay, stuck in place, every inch of your body engulfed in the plush heat of them. It’s hot. Wet. Suffocating in the way passion can be. You can’t move. You can barely breathe.

The floor feels miles beneath you. The ceiling may as well not exist. All that’s real is them. That mouth. That need. And you, smothered into helpless stillness beneath it.

They kiss like they’re starving.

Their lips mold to you, dragging slightly as they adjust—just enough to send a shiver through your whole being. Your hands twitch, your legs buck against the weight, but it’s useless. You’re caught beneath something so vast, so hungry for you, that resistance is laughable. Irrelevant.

And still, somehow, they’re gentle. Ravenous, yes. All-consuming. But measured. Your bones aren’t bruised. You aren’t broken. Just… claimed. Thoroughly. Completely.

When they finally pull back—slowly, as though reluctant to let you go—the air rushes in like a flood. You’re gasping. Drenched in the heat of their breath and the faintest trace of saliva. Your clothes cling to you. Your heart is pounding so hard it hurts.

Above you, their lips glisten. Their mouth parts slightly in a smile. It’s wicked. Breathless.

They let out a low, guttural mmm, deep in their throat. It rolls through you like thunder, full of satisfaction and craving. A sound that says more than words ever could.

You don’t answer. Can’t. You’re still lying there, dazed and trembling, imprint of their affection still tingling across every nerve.

They kiss like they want to own the world.

And in that moment—you are their world.

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I like when fairies are bugs and borrowers are rodents

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"he's as big as a house" "haha so what like. 6'2" or something" "no i mean literally as big as a house"