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The second Halloween’s over.

Looks familiar? Yep! It's a re-animated of the one I did last year :)

oof I def drew them way differently then...

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there’s a possibility this essay is only half written but haha uhhhh anyway here’s magnetic duo tho

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these things keep stealing ancient coins from my catacombs

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When Leo steps through a portal and into your living room, he's greeted by the sight of you hunched over your laptop on the couch. You barely glance up at him, mumbling something he doesn't catch, before turning back to what you're working on.

You're clearly stressed. Every line of your body is tense; heavy bags hang under your eyes, and your hair is tossed into a messy ponytail. He wonders if you've eaten. He wonders if you even slept at all last night. Probably not, since you're still wearing your work clothes from yesterday.

Ohhh no. He's going to fix this.

You let out a shocked squeak of protest as Leo snatches your laptop and snaps it shut. Before you can manage to speak, he puts the laptop on a high shelf then turns to smirk at you. “You need a break.”

“I need to finish my report,” you reply, eyeing your laptop where it's been placed, completely out of your reach.

“Is it due tomorrow?” he asks.

You open your mouth and then close it again without answering.

“I'll take that as a no.” He extends a hand, helping you up even as you grumble and roll your eyes. “Go take a shower and get into some comfy clothes.”

“But-”

“Nope, didn't ask, now go.”

You heave a sigh but turn and head towards the bathroom anyway. Leo waits until he hears the shower running, then gets to work. By the time you return, the apartment has been tidied, your favorite candle has been lit, there's a spread of pizza rolls sitting on the coffee table, your favorite comfort show is paused on the tv, and he's sitting on one end of the couch, waiting for you patiently.

He smiles softly when he sees you, wearing an enormous t-shirt that hangs down to your knees. You look much more comfortable now, though exhaustion is still evident in the droop of your shoulders. When you take in everything, he sees your eyes shine and your expression break into something like relief.

“C'mere,” he says, as soft and inviting as the pillow he has propped against his leg. You practically collapse after you crawl onto the couch, resting your head on the pillow. He presses play, gently running his fingers through your hair as you melt into the touch. He pulls the coffee table within reach using his foot, and you sniffle as you reach for a pizza roll. You didn't realize how hungry you were, really. Or how tired. You get through most of the pizza rolls, but you're asleep before the end of the first episode. Leo continues to pet you, eyes on the screen but not really seeing.

Time passes. Episodes continue to play, unmatched. The last of the pizza rolls go cold, and the room fills with the smell of your candle, the light outside the window dims into darkness, and Leo thinks. And thinks. And thinks.

You make a sound in your sleep, a quick intake of breath, and it pulls him out of his head all at once. Leo blinks, looking down at you, to see you turn, facing the couch. Another little sound, and then you pull his arm against your chest, holding it close as you quickly drift back to sleep.

Leo feels a familiar pull in his chest at the sight, a reaching, grasping, desperate thing that nestles between his ribs. It scares him, a little. Even after all this time.

He resolves to check on you more often.

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ugh i love these little clips and stories sm

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Im just gonna drop this here.

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If 2012 Raph got sent to the MM dimension i have a feeling this is how it would go

Raph, you're scaring them bro

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Hey, take it from someone creeping towards 40:

Ignore the fun police.

If you like it, order your steak well done. Get your bagel toasted with jam and butter. Put ice in your scotch and ketchup on your hotdog. Get red wine with fish and white with steak. Who cares?

If you want to, listen to pop music. Watch blockbuster popcorn flicks. Read dime store novels. Enjoy them.

Dye your hair or cut it off. Paint your fingernails blue. Wear whatever the fuck you want on your own time (ie, when not at a job or school or whatever where you can get penalized for breaking rules) as long as you aren’t like welding or shoveling snow.

Anyone who tries to tell you you’re wrong? Say “okay” and go back to what you were doing. You’re not hurting them by enjoying yourself or having things the way you like them.

There are no caveats or addendums to this. No “but what about x?” Nah. You’re allowed the things you like. You don’t have to justify your taste or apologize for it if it’s not hurting anyone.

And likewise, let other people live their lives. We’re all dead in the long run, so tend your own garden before you become fertilizer in it.

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boom.

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Reblog if you think it’s okay to platonically say “I Love You” to your friends

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wait did i seriously never post this

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When Ao3 (Tumblr's wife) is down...

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First artfight of 25 for me! For @karonkar's Frida >:D

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im trying to draw fast without overthinking things so here’s some sketchy doodles

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Part 4.

The lullaby.

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AU Masterpost. This comic is co-written by myself and @hollowavarice!