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AHHHHH THANK YOU @awlwren FOR BEING SO KIND! 🥹

this was such a nice thing to see after a rough while since I have not really been drawing for so long thank you so much!!

Always loved how Nyonya kebaya looks.

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Finally made a (proper) comms promo! Hello! You guys can call me Noir and I make art in between the fandoms! Just DM / PM me anytime!

Please help share!

✨Comics | Illustration | Design | Doodles✨

💼PORTFOLIO

🟠PATREON

☕KO-FI

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Always loved how Nyonya kebaya looks.

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また一つ歳をとりました TwT Thank you everyone for the birthday wishes! Another birthday and another year older ahhhh

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As of 2025, yesssss

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もし自由にレイ生存IF＋ハロ（になったラウ・ル・クルーゼ） If Rey had survived and is working with a ball of violence for Terminal equipped with DRAGOONs. heh.

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Seriously. What the fish. 🦑

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「花嫁」

ムウマリュ二人はどんな結婚式をするかな〜？

Murrue would look pretty in either traditional or western dress :3

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Steam fish, grilled fish, fried fish~🐟

Just don’t ask me to paint ikan bilis

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Grilled prawns, garlic prawns, fried hokkian mee~ 🦐🍤🦐

Have not been painting for a long time, so, prawns.

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2/3 Neo x Murrue Day!

A quick drabble ficlet thing for Neo Murrue Day! This fandom!Has to! Feed itself!

—-

Neo looks into the mirror as he buttons up his new uniform and pushes away the scissors. Its strange now to see his own face in the mirror that he now knows its not his own.

The face of a memory.

“It suits you.”

Neo turns back to look at the kind face of the Archangel’s beautiful leader. The Captain of the Unsinkable Ship. The one who has allowed him to settle his wings and roost in a gentle place she has created.

“Feels weird. Especially now I have chopped my hair. Do I look weird?”Neo ruffles his hair sheepishly, unused to the attention of this lovely woman on him. Murrue laughs softly, a lofty bright sound like chimes dancing with the wind. A hand brushing away a stay lock of gold and caressing his cheek.

“You look good. Be kind to yourself now.”

Her hand feels so warm.He cannot help but to lean into her palm. If he close his eyes, he can almost smell the scent that has comforted him through those difficult nights as he lays beside her in slumber.

Almost in an impulsive thought, Neo turns and presses his lips on the inside of her wrist, like a feather dancing across her skin. A fleeting thing.

“Thank you.”

—-

“Damn! I look weird.”

Mu makes an annoyed hiss as he looks at his newly trimmed hair in the mirror. After years of long hair, its strange to see himself with hair above his shoulders and neck exposed again.

“Feels like I am a naked chicken.”

A loud a cherry laughter echoes from beyond the bathroom as Mu pokes his head out, squinting. Murrue just laughs louder into her pillow.

“I’m sorry! Its just. Your nickname. and what you just said. A naked hawk. Hahaha!”

Mu gives a mock pout and tackles his beloved into her bed.He can still feel her shoulders shaking in mirth.

“Murrue is so mean to me. You didn’t laugh at Neo but you laugh at me.”

Murrue peeks out of his arms and smiles at the blond pilot. A playful tap at his nose.

“Because Neo was sweet.”

“And I’m not?”

“I should not inflate your ego. It won’t fit inside Archangel.” His brunette lover teases with a gentle smile. She reaches forward to lean in, giving a small peck to his lips.

“Be kind to yourself now.”

You are okay now. Just as you are.

Mu pulls her in for a proper kiss.

“Thank you.”

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恭喜发财！

Happy Lunar New Year! Wishing everyone a prosperous year ahead! 🍊🍊

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2024 was a rather bumpy year. From stepping back to focus more on myself and my mental health, to getting to have new experiences, embracing new things. While trying to find back my interests, figuring out what I would like to do.

(I still don’t anyway. )

Thanks to all around me for keeping me sane!

Hope 2025 will be kind.

あけましておめでとう、今年もよろしくお願いします。

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Probably my only proudest achievement in 2024 You can tell I am biased to the suzuki gsx-s150 lol

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The Star, the Sky & the Sea (2/?)

Happy Birthday to Mu la Flaga, Here is a random ficlet, well, just because, lol

Timeline be years after SEED Freedom. OOC and everything is all on me as always.Tread lightly please.

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Mu is going to be upset. That was Murrue's first thought as she carries their daughter into her arms.Their sweet girl now babbling away happily at her favourite rabbit plush while haro bounced around on the ground. Both mother and daughter spending quality together in their quaint home after a quiet lunch and a short conference with Erica regarding work.

With Mu and Murrue pulled back from COMPS and the frontlines, they are finally able to settle down with their daughter and just be a family back home in ORB. The downtime giving them time to rest and plan for their (very, very late) wedding.

Yet duty calls as the ORB National Defense Forces had came by, while indirectly and not so very subtly requested for Mu's presence at a commemoration event. Much to the new father's displeasure. However, it was a request that he was unable to turndown when it was directly from Cagalli who had helped them so much. Murrue also thought its best for him to make an appearance, its their duty afterall. So off Senior Colonel Mu la Flaga went. The man with a duffle bag in hand, leaving his dear partner and child behind tearfully for sometime. Although he calls back often to check in on them with the occasional AA crew dropping by as well. Their ever protective hawk.

"Uh!" "Mhm, I miss papa too, Astella." Murrue sighs. Everything is peaceful.But its just not the same without Mu around.

It was then, an idea struck. "Shall we give your papa a surprise? I know! Let's go on a mission together with mama?" The mother turns to her baby eagerly.Her body has recovered and everything is well since her confinement was over.To be honest, Murrue is getting rather restless until she is cleared for work again.

Well, the doctors did say that exercise and fresh air would do them good. A mother and daughter outing sounds fun, no?

Astella babbles happily back with bright eyes the colour of the dazzling sky.

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"Oh...its really crowded, isn't it?" Murrue blinks. It was rare for her to be in a visitor's perspective rather than an officer afterall.

Autumn is dreadfully warm this year, so Murrue has a simple flowing white one piece one and comfortable leggings. Their precious star dressed in a lavender dress (a present from Kira nii-san) while tucked safely in her carrier in front. Haro just keeps rolling carefully beside them quietly.

Astella blows a bubble in response as she takes in all the sights around her. Before pointing up at some Murasame units flying over head and started babbling excitedly, absolutely unbothered by the noise.

"Eh! Eh!"

"Yes! Astella is so smart! Those are Murasame units." Murrue laughs, giving her daughter's cheek a kiss as they headed into the ORB military's event venue. They slowly made their way to the entrance for the security check. Where the guards nearly had an aneurysm once they looked up from the baggage check to see Captain Ramius smiling sweetly back. A swift finger to her lips, trying to prevent a commotion.

They are here to give a surprise afterall.

With some casual talk and a quick thanks to the young soldiers for working hard. The officers swapped out the standard visitor pass for a special one and handed the tag to the Captain instead, after she declined kindly for an escort to accompany her.

The two soon headed inside, but not before the little girl gave the amused guards on duty a toothless smile and wave. ---

Just a little longer. Grin and bear with it. Its all almost over now.

At least, Mu hoped so. The veteran pilot freshened up and out of his pilot suit, tossing his bottle back into the locker. With ORB's national day and the Defense Forces military academy's founding day all in the same time frame, things have been hectic. It would not have been an issue considering he is technically not a soldier on active duty.

But nope! The brass had the amazingly bright idea of showcasing the special ops team Mu had a hand in, as well as some pilots for their military recruitment showcase and open house event. Which meant that Mu unfortunately had to be called in from his leave.

"Commander, its almost time." Shikishima pops his head inside the locker room and calls out, breaking up his old superior's inner grumblings.

"Yeah, I got it!"

The man adjusts the last of his medals and sighs, tidying his appearance and resists the urge to tug at his sleeves. He misses Murrue. He misses his little starlight.

Better get it all over and done with soon. The Mobile Suits showcase is over now. All that is left is the meet and greet and his duties for the most part is done.

Mu and the pilots leave the restricted area to one of the hangars open to public where a few Murasame and Astray units are stationed for viewing. Akatsuki however, have already been moved back to a secured hangar away from public.

There were initial concerns using Akatsuki for the aerial showcase earlier, since ORB's flagship gundam is still considered classified. However, Cagalli thought it would be good for citizens and morale after the terrorist attack awhile ago for the golden gundam to make an appearence. So with this rare opportunity in line with the country's national day, hopefully this will create some good PR too.

The Colonel is not personally keen as he looked at the gathering of excited civilians out there wearily. He loves flying, he loves operating MA and MS, and accepts his duty as a career soldier. But these publicity stunts?

Tedious.Tiring.Troublesome.

Its more so without Murrue by his side.

Which reminds him, there had been a strange feeling bugging at him for a while since the showcase, but it did not seem to be something to worry about.

Mu pulls himself back from his thoughts as he leads the pilots to the greeting area. Half hoping that the younger and eager pilots would help make the crowd easier to handle too. A hopeless thought of course, especially when its his name is slapped on the marketing brochures as a special appearance, leading to such a huge turnout.

Oh, that long chat he had with the army's PR and marketing bureau was fun alright. With a deep breath, Mu la Flaga puts on his best diplomatic mien, and carries out his role. Either with enthusiasts or casual visitors. Yet it was those with little eager kids and boys full of wonder in their eyes that makes the event less stressful.Afterall, he remembers how he was like those kids, watching the boundless sky.

As the event starts to wrap up and radio announcement of the closure of the area is underway. Mu watches the families leave as the sun begins to set, and starts to feel himself missing his own keenly. There it was that little spark again. He had felt it since earlier, but it started fairly faint... Now its bigger and near- "Mu!"

Mu turns towards that voice he knows. His senses alert but instantly drops it as he feels his heart lighten by the sight of that figure before him.

Murrue!

"Captain!"

"Captain Ramius!"

The pilots starts to get rowdy and gather around the beloved Captain. While some of the NCOs and staff have gotten bold and gathered around to greet their superior and the rumoured little one.

Haro rolls, avoiding the stampede of curious military personnel.

"Murrue! What ar-" Mu starts and approaches Murrue but is stopped when he sees his beloved quickly putting up a hand A small gesture urging him to stay where he is at. Only confusing the man more just as his child tries to reach a chubby hand for him from her spot on Murrue's chest. "- Pwa!" Mu blinks, baffled. Still trying to process seeing his Murrue and daughter before him that he almost missed that little sound amongst the racket the pilot squad is making.

It almost sounded like Astella is trying to call him? Murrue is smiling as she takes the little one out of her carrier, letting Astella's bunny sneakers touch the ground. Her gentle palms supporting those tiny warm hands, before letting the chubby fingers slip out gently.Those tiny feet are standing shakily but strong, as his child takes the first few shaky steps towards him.

No way. Mu is speechless as he kneels down, while the peanut gallery grows quiet, supporting eagerly by the sides. The father ignores them and focuses straight ahead, keeping a sharp eye watching over the little one toddle her way over towards him.

Two hands reaches out, scarred and calloused but always protecting the light of those he loves with every bit of his strength in him. Ever whispering encouragements to the child. Another strong figure follows closely behind those determined tiny feet, guiding hands ready to grab the innocent star from falling too far. A scrunch of a button nose, and just a few more steps! But the unsteady feet stumbles over themselves, as the onlookers gasps.

It did not matter, Mu's combat reflexes grabs Astella safely and the man laughs brightly. Strong arms hugging his child tight, kissing the chubby pink cheeks and praising her for her first steps. Before he turns and pulls his lover and partner in as well, giving Murrue a sweet kiss on those soft lips that he had dearly missed. Letting the familiar scent of this strong woman envelop his senses as he holds them close.

"Surprise." Murrue then whispers into his neck.

"Thank you." Mu smiles back, pressing his lips once more onto her forehead.

A younger pilot in that white EA uniform ever wandering aimlessly in those skies would never have dared to imagine the life he has now. However, Mu knows this is what his heart had long yearned for.

The two figures here in his arms are his sky now.

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Omake:

"Ah!Ah!"

"Yes, that one is Akatsuki! Papa pilots that big mobile suit!" Mu grins proudly back at his daughter in his arms, who is absolutely fascinated by the large shiny unit. All bright and sparkly under the hangar lights.

Murrue stays at the side as she talks to the NCOs, but keeps an eye on her husband-to-be and their daughter. A sense of warmth and bliss filling her heart watching her love ones together and full of joy. Under that shining mobile suit that have kept him safe and helped them bring peace-

"-So does Astella wanna touch Akatsuki?"

"Mu- COLONEL FLAGA, NO!"

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Have you ever been to earth?

On earth, we use the word “burrito” to describe a tortilla filled with things you eat. Pretty simple stuff, and I’m surprised you at least got that part right. My burrito was, in fact, filled with food. In this, you and I agree and are friends. But this is also where my lifelong hatred begins for you and anyone else whose brain has been repeatedly scrubbed with the same mixture of bleach and Pop Rocks as yours has. Because that should have killed you, but left you around long enough to do what you did to me today. Let me explain:

You’re an idiot.

Let me further explain:

Burritos are eaten from one end to the other. So that means when you assemble a burrito with motherfucking ZONES of ingredients going that direction, you create a disgusting experience for the burrito’s end user. When you make a burrito, you should put the ingredients in layerslengthwise. That way, every bite has AT LEAST A FUCKING CHANCE of getting at least two types of ingredients, and there is little chance of becoming almost hopelessly trapped in a goddamned cilantro cavern.

Have you ever eaten one of the things you make all fucking day? You should try one. They are pretty good WHEN YOU ARE NOT WILLING YOURSELF THROUGH THE FUCKING EMPIRE OF SOUR CREAM ONLY TO END UP IN LETTUCE COUNTRY.

When you eat a burrito, you don’t stand it up and bite down on it lengthwise like a fucking Rancor. Humans can’t usually dislocate their jaws, and I’m not a fucking pelican. But you must think that’s how it’s done, since that would be THE ONLY FUCKING WAY to take a bite of your crapstrosity and have it taste like a burrito.

And guess what else, player? You probably can’t guess anything, because I’m pretty sure you’re just a mop with a hat on it that fell over and spilled some shit into a tortilla, but just in case, here’s what:

Humans also don’t eat burritos like fucking corn on the cob. Like a fucking typewriter from one end to the other a little at a time and then DING next line. But today I wish I had tried that. Because at least THEN I would be able to eat some rice, then beans, then be all like HEY BEANS I’LL BE RIGHT BACK JUST GOING OVER HERE TO THE GUACAMOLE FOR A SECOND.

Nope.

My experience was more like HEY BEANS IT’S JUST GOING TO BE YOU AND I FOR A MINUTE UNTIL I CAN FUCKING EXCAVATE THE RICE FROM BENEATH YOU BUT BY THEN YOU WILL BE A FADING MEMORY OH HEY I WAS WRONG I’M IN THE FUCKING CHEESEOSPHERE NOW RICE MUST BE NEXT I HOPE IT’S NOT ANOTHER FUCKING SALSA POCKET.

You built this thing like a fucking pack of LifeSavers.

And don’t even fucking think I’m about to open this shit up and re-engineer your nonsense 90 degrees. I ALREADY PUT A HOLE IN IT WITH MY FUCKING MOUTH. YEAH. THAT’S HOW I DISCOVERED YOU FUCKING SUCK AT LOOKING AT THINGS. I AM NOT GOING TO DO FUCKING TORTILLA ORIGAMI TO GET THIS SHIT BACK TOGETHER, ONLY TO END UP WITH A BURRITO THAT’S BEEN SHOT IN THE GUT AND IS BLEEDING YOUR INEPTITUDE.

What’s that? I should ask you to mix it up first next time? IS THIS JAMBA JUICE? I DON’T WANT TO DRINK MY FUCKING BURRITO THROUGH A BENDY STRAW, AND I DON’T WANT A PILE OF BURRITO SOUP IN A FLOUR CAN.

I just want a burrito.

In conclusion:

You’re the worst thing that has ever happened to the universe, you owe everyone everywhere an apology for this burritobomination, and I hope your babies look like monkeys.

UPDATE FOR EVERYONE WHO SAID “JUST EAT IT WITH A FORK”:

A fucking fork?

I DIDN’T ORDER THE FUCKING COBBURRITO SALAD.

If anyone ever handed me a burrito with a fork, THEY WOULD BE WEARING A BRAND NEW BURRITO HAT FROM MY FALL COLLECTION TEN SECONDS LATER.

That’s like buying a car and having them hand you a fucking wrench with the keys. Like YEAH WE KNOW THIS MOTHERFUCKER’S GOING TO EXPLODE AND BE SPREAD ACROSS EIGHT LANES AS SOON AS YOU HIT THE GAS, BUT SHIT, WE GAVE YOU A WRENCH, SO BE COOL.

Jesus already gave me two burrito forks. One at the end of each arm. They’re called fucking HANDS.

A fork. My god. I haven’t cried since I was six, but I’m fucking sobbing now.

People eat burritos with forks?

God is sorry he made us.

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