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To Those We Cherish

Dadrius Week 2025 - Day 4: Memories

Stab. Loop. Pull. Repeat. It was monotonous. It was repetitive. It was a quieter activity than he was used to, and yet Hunter enjoyed sewing nonetheless. He used to spend so much time destroying things; ripping families apart and aiding in the destruction of the Boiling Isles, albeit unwittingly, as the Golden Guard, but sewing was the first activity he’d found where he could mend instead of ruin, and for that act alone it brought him peace.

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Dadrius Week 2025 - Day 3: Scars

Hunter sat on one side of the sofa, boredly watching the crystal ball while Darius sat on the other side reading a book. It was quiet save for the soft sound coming from the show and the occasional flip of a page, at least until a third sound infiltrated the silence enough to catch Darius’ attention. “Why do you keep scratching at your arm?” he asked. “My scars itch,” Hunter casually replied.

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Dadrius Week 2025 - Day 2: Flyer Derby

"Hunter liked Flyer Derby. He loved soaring through the air, feeling the wind against his face, faced with an exhilarating high on adrenaline and the rush of competition..."

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Dadrius Week 2025 - Day 1: Lost

"The bed was too big. It was infuriating that that was the detail Hunter kept continuously getting hung up on. It wasn’t even the most glaring difference in the room Darius had let him stay in compared to the one he had at the castle. In fact, it was probably the one difference he should’ve enjoyed the most. He had room to stretch his legs and he didn’t have to worry about his pillows inevitably falling to the floor in the middle of the night after hanging on for dear life precariously perched on the edge while he fell asleep. It was a nice bed. It was soft. It was warm. And it was too big."

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Snuf

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Of Melodious Sounds and Daffodil Crowns

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Turn on the light

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Can I request a mymble and a joxter :]

them ♥️

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If you’re still doing requests, could you draw tulippa please?

Tulippa!! 🌷

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I finally got a new tablet to draw on so I don’t have to lug my laptop around everywhere to draw ✨🎊🍾

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This was a fun one! Thank you @s-a-l-t-i for the request <3

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requested Moomin request: moominparents kissing

<3

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Can someone send me Moomin doodle requests so I can practice a new art program 🙏

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Joxterpappa

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Diverted Rivers

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It was funny, albeit a little terrifying, how things could change so drastically in a single instance. A few weeks ago, Joxter had been the same carefree mumrik he’d always been – beholden to no one, flitting about from place to place as he was wont to do, only to happen upon the Mymble on an instinct. It was a call he simply couldn’t ignore that urged him to return to her and when he did, suddenly everything was different. To his surprise, she’d introduced him to her newest child, born alone without a litter, and curiously mumrik in nature despite his fairer than average features.

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my horrible son with rabies

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Button Collecting