#annnnnnd it’s official

[formulaa-1]

Can you please do a carlos sainz x royal family reader au?

Thx ❤

instagram au 🎀 C.S

royal family!reader x Carlos sainz

Carlos sainz and princess y/n are the classiest couple.

okay so I didn’t really know how to go about this and didn’t really feel like the British royal family was very fitting so I just decided to make her the princess of Monaco ✋🏼🤓annnnnnd I know it’s not realistic for her to post like this but oh well it’s fiction so who cares ❤️

official_y/ny/l/n

official_y/ny/l/n: enough of the formalities!

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royalgirlyy: her smile on the last photo>>>

carlossainz55: my 👸🏼

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charles_leclerc: still trying to understand how he bagged her…

carlossainz55: eh!😠

user2728: LOL😭

carlossainz55

carlossainz55: home is wherever you are ❤️

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user362: STOP IT AHHH

fanofferrari: they are just ❤️🥰❤️🥰

fan278: my parents 😫

sainzgirly55: okay carlos😍 we see u 😍😍

official_y/ny/l/n

official_y/ny/l/n: my lover❤️

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carlossainz55:❤️❤️❤️

landonorris: my parents🥰

official_y/ny/l/n: ah the devil child.

landonorris: I don’t answer to that.

official_y/ny/l/n: you just did 😏

landonorris: 😮😠😡🤬

mclarennnn4eva: LMAO LANDOS COMMENTS

scuderiaferrari: our favourite couple ❤️❤️

user3782: stop ✋🏼 it’s so cute that she’s letting her hair down and having some relaxation time with him 🥹

royalgurldoop_: I am officially becoming a fan page for this couple.

authors note- this is so shit but I have such a busy day today and I was in a rush trying to get something done for you guys and also I have a lot of requests I’m trying to get through so bare with me ❤️❤️ take care of yourselves !❤️

[kismetnyx]

Hello my mindless loves 🖤

In just under two weeks it will be my birthday (on the 16th... Rumour has it I will be 1000 years old...) 🥳

Historically, for as long as I have been doing this, I have always tried to do something special for my friends and followers in the lead up to my birthday. Just to say thank you 🖤

So... Over on loyalfans there is currently a 60% discount to subscribe for 30 days. Additionally I am running a 50% sale for my prerecorded hypnosis sessions in my video store (these are accessible with a subscription but the video store enables you to make a download too so you can enjoy them away from the site).

All new video uploads will be included in this. The discounts end on the 17th of September.

Annnnnnd, also, because I'm extra... I will be releasing a completely free to access hypnosis session the day of my birthday.

Unfortunately I will not be able to post this here (My sessions are normally between 25-30 minutes so too long for tumblr) but it will be accessible for free on loyalfans and pornhub. And I will announce when this has been posted.

🖤🖤🖤

[lordcatwich]

Ok, if there's one thing about the Finleylore I've been curious about, is how family reunions are.

Like, you mentioned that Finley does visit his parents from time to time. So, how much do they know about well, everything? How much do they know about their child's time with AthenaInc and MinervaCO? How much do they know about the ssew dimension? Does Finley ever mention the others from the ssew to his family? What do they think about Ripley? What opinion do they have in Finley's career? (Granted that they know everything that he does) Did anyone from MinervaCO/AthenaInc/Artemis ever show up to the door of any membre of their family?

Finley did NOT tell his parents the truth. When he finally got to go home for a bit a few weeks after officially beginning work at Artemis, he was like "guys. I am so sorry. I was sucked into a cult and I was at a cult compound for a year. I am so sorry. It was really, really traumatic, so I'm not gonna talk about it much, but..."

So that's what his parents think happened-

They know he lives in another dimension! They're actually kinda fascinated with it- but he doesn't let them visit. He hasn't explained why. They don't know about the Society at all. Uhhhhhh... For reasons I can't say, they think Ripley is like. Outstandingly cool. Very positive emotions about em.

Annnnd this may come as a surprise but they know he's a mad scientist in the villain industry! And they're completely supportive of it :)

You see, they were once also in the industry

It's how they met

But they quit after they'd both been henchmen for a little while and kinda just. Forgot that section of their lives lmao

ANNNNNND

They actually did get visits from AthenaInc and Artemis >:)

AthenaInc was easily able to find out a full catalog of information about Finley simply from his name and "I'M A DOCTOR, FUCK OFF"

Including his parent's address

This is how they ended up knocking on his Parent's door like "Heyyyyy do ya know this child?" And running off when they got a "No" from his parents because they assumed they were trying to do something bad to their kid-

They also robbed their house once for items that belonged to the family to use as leverage during sessions just in case

Artemis sent them a very formal letter like "Yo uhhhhh. Hey your kid wants to work for us. You can't really stop it lol but dw he'll be fine"

:))) hope you liked this

Oh and did I mention that his parents are lesbians?

[sp-fanclub]

🎉 THROUGH TO ROUND TWO::::

our closest fight yet, with 76 votes, it’sssss

CHINA SORROWS AND TANITH LOW

annnnnnd,

with 108 votes, finally making it out of round one:

ANTON SHUDDER AND LARRIKIN FETTER 🍰 🧁 🍰

and with that, we are officially halfway through ROUND ONE!

so gather the troops, mourn your dead, and i’ll see you later to announce our next two battles ! 💙 ⏳

[superfluouskeys]

wip wednesday-thursday ♥

HELLO FRIENDS thank you so much @myreia AND @thevikingwoman for the tags!!!

I am eaten by school rn so I am taking this opportunity to inflict my nanowrimo nonsense upon you :) It's a long excerpt so hopefully tumblr dot website doesn't ruin everything.

tagginggggggg @delirious-comfort @yourlocaldisneyvillain @thepapernautilus @quinnthebard @eemamminy-art annnnnnd anyone else who wants to share!

--

It is the height of the Season of Change.  The year is 12:16, and the Era is called Progress.  The beautiful town of Godsplace reflects a fragment of its ancient glory on days such as these, the warm hue of the changing leaves and the somber grey of the sky set against the severe stone buildings that make up its historic Town Square.

Indeed, Godsplace looks every bit its ancient self today, for set up in the center of the Square is a massive structure, a kind of stage where the players are town officials, and the story is one of deadly seriousness.

Of some interest to the gathered audience are a young man and a young lady passing through the square, neither one paying the crowd any mind.  The young man is handsome and well-dressed, and even if his face were not known to the people gathered in the square, his features are nonetheless unmistakable.  Bryce Davensay is possessed of the bright complexion and strawberry blonde hair of all noble houses of Godsplace.

The young lady traveling with him is known to the people in the square, too, either by face or by name.  Tamsin Ward is possessed of features that lend her a somewhat severe countenance, and hair of the sort people call dishwater blonde, tied back from her face without regard for fashion.  Her dress is plain, but it is clean and fits her well.  To an outsider, it would not seem out of place to see Tamsin walking together with Bryce Davensay.

“Oh,” Bryce stops short.  “Perhaps we’d better find another way around.”

“Why?” Tamsin asks, but soon enough there is no need for an answer.  “Oh.”

Bryce takes Tamsin by the elbow and leads her through the outskirts of the crowd, nodding and smiling his acknowledgement as he passes.  Tamsin keeps her head bowed low, her severe features schooled into neutrality, and follows where she is led.

When they are mostly out of earshot, Tamsin murmurs, “I wonder what happened.”

“Better not to know, I think,” says Bryce with forced lightness.  He gestures that they should turn down a small side street leading away from the square.

“People of Godsplace!” booms a voice from the platform.  “Gather round, gather round!  Do not be so bold as to turn your eyes away!”

Bryce and Tamsin stop cold.  They turn around.  It is too late to leave.

There are four men standing on the platform, each occupying one corner.  They are appointed officials, marked by a telltale patch bearing the town’s seal, which is sewn onto each of their uniform jackets.  Two more approach the platform, with a young woman walking between them.  She is markedly small by comparison, barely more than a girl, really, and she is all bound up in heavy ropes.

Bryce averts his eyes, fixating on a point somewhere below center stage.  Tamsin cannot bring herself to look away.  The girl meets her gaze, wide-eyed and frightened.  Tamsin thinks she must be silently begging for help.

Unbeknownst to the people of Godsplace, an outsider lurks in the shadows, watching the proceedings under cover of a heavy cloak to shield her from the changing winds.  She has half a thought to intervene, but something tells her such an effort would be worse than wasted.  She has other business to attend to here.

The men lead the girl up onto the platform.  She does not struggle.

“Gentle people of Godsplace,” the man on the close left corner continues.  “Look bravely upon this wretched creature.  Know fear, and then know peace, for she will not live to harm you any longer.”

There is a low murmur among the crowd, the ones who came knowingly.  The ones who came to watch.  As if on cue, the cold wind rustles through the trees above them, and the jittery whispers of the crowd take on a hue of growing anticipation.

The men tie the girl to a large wooden stake positioned at the center of the platform.  Her crime is called witchcraft, but there is no telling what she has actually done.  It is dangerous even to ask.

“People of Godsplace!” the front-leftmost man cries, a fanatical note of desperation in his resonant voice.  “Do you know fear?”

Yes, the crowd whispers.  Yes, yes, yes, yes.

“How will you find peace?”

Burn her.  Burn her, burn her, burn her.

“Burn her?”

“Burn her!”

“Burn her?”

“Burn her!”

The back-rightmost man lights the torch that will finish the job.  The flame makes a terrible whisper, a warning rumble, barely even as loud as the rustle of the wind.  The girl starts to cry.

“How will we find peace?” the first man cries, as though beseeching the very heavens.

And the crowd replies, as though possessed by the word of the gods, “Burn her!  Burn her!  Burn her!”

The girl screams.  It is the high, thin scream of a child, and it seems to go on forever.  Even after she stops, Tamsin imagines she can still hear the sound ringing in her ears, louder than the howling wind, louder than the madding crowd, drowning out her thoughts until there is nothing but that endless, deafening scream.

A celebration will follow.  People will dance and sing praises to the gods for protecting them, for rooting out this evil before it could infect this sacred place.  Bryce sees an opening and ducks back toward the side street, pulling Tamsin along by the elbow.  The heavy-cloaked watcher takes note of them, but something tells her she need not follow.

Tamsin and Bryce bolt down the side street and out onto another before they slow their pace, and even then they seem to have silently agreed among themselves not to linger.  They walk quickly and huddle close together.

“I feel it’s my fault,” Bryce murmurs.  “I should have known there’d be a burning today.”

“She looked so…young,” says Tamsin, subconsciously wrapping her arms about herself.  “I wonder what could have happened.”

Bryce falters.  He imagines he knows the answer, but it’s not something a lady should hear.  “It seems to me they’ll think of any excuse these days.  I hope you’ll be careful until the weekend?”

Tamsin’s features contort slightly.  “You make it sound like I’ll be above suspicion by then.”

Bryce doesn’t quite manage a laugh.  “Well.  I hope you’ll take care even after that.  But still.”

“I appreciate the thought,” says Tamsin, not very convincingly.

They hurry through the streets until they turn onto the road that leads to Tamsin’s home, and only then do they slow their pace.  Both had hoped for a more pleasant outing, but their business has been attended to, and their spirits are decidedly soured.  They probably won’t find time to see each other again before the weekend.

Tamsin reaches for the handle of her front door.

“If there’s anything you need, you’ll send for me, won’t you?” says Bryce impulsively.

Tamsin holds, then turns back to him, surprised.  “What do you mean?” she asks him.  “What could I possibly need that I can’t do for myself?”  There is no accusation in her tone, but she is genuinely baffled by Bryce’s offer.

“Just…  I mean,” he tries, tugging somewhat awkwardly at the cuff of his sleeve.  “Look, I didn’t mean anything by it,” he tries again, with a sheepish smile, “just, if anyone gives you any trouble.  You or your mother.  Of course you can handle it yourself, just…  You don’t have to.  That’s all.”

Tamsin remembers, for the first time in months, why she used to like Bryce so much.  His words are sincere, she can see it shining in his eyes.  It’s not exactly his fault that she takes offense at the notion of accepting the privilege of his influence.

She smiles, and means it.  “Thanks, Bryce.  Really.”

He returns her smile, and gives her a small bow before he makes to depart.  “Take care, Tamsin.  Give my regards to Mrs. Burkow.”

“Give my regards to Natty, and Natty only,” Tamsin replies lightly.  Bryce’s sister Natalie is the only member of his family who has any interest in her regards, anyway.

Tamsin closes the door behind her and heaves a sigh.  She thought as time passed, she would just…naturally get used to the idea, but it hasn’t happened yet.  It still seems impossibly foreign, like something out of a disquieting dream.

“Back so soon?” her mother calls from the sitting room.

“It was busy in the Square,” says Tamsin.  It is a euphemism her mother understands.

“I see,” she replies with a sigh.

Tamsin’s mother looks almost nothing like her.  She has warm brown hair and broad-set shoulders, and a round face with the kind of gentle features people tend to read as kindly.  Tamsin, by contrast, is all angles, and even in her earliest youth always had a rather severe countenance, accentuated by the straight set of her brow and the thin line of her lips.

“Bryce sends his regards,” says Tamsin.  Tamsin’s mother is called Mrs. Burkow and not Mrs. Ward because Tamsin herself has no family name.  Mr. and Mrs. Burkow took her in when she was little more than a newborn babe, but she retained the name given to orphans and bastards.  She’s never thought to question their choice.  It’s only a name, after all.  Soon enough, she’ll have another.

Mrs. Burkow lights up at the mention of her future son-in-law.  “Oh, what a perfect gentleman!” she coos happily.  “And how did it go in town?  Everything’s taken care of?”

“Mhm,” says Tamsin, looking for something on which to focus her attention.  The errands were barely necessary, more of a formality than anything else.  The story is that they were to go around to the shop and the ceremonial hall and ensure that all is in order for the weekend, but of course there was no reason it wouldn’t be.

“Honestly, Tamsin, I don’t know why you’re not more excited,” her mother complains.

Tamsin feels a little bad for spoiling Mrs. Burkow’s good mood.  Someone ought to be having a good time.  “It’s not that,” she lies.  “Just, the business in the Square is on my mind at the moment.”

“And that’s another thing,” her mother continues, and Tamsin knows the battle is already lost.  “I don’t know why you let yourself get all worked up about these things.”

Tamsin picks self-consciously at her skirt.  “It’s just a little gruesome, isn’t it?”

“You know, I worked hard to arrange this marriage for you,” says Mrs. Burkow.  “You think it would have just happened all on its own?  No!  And you used to love Bryce!  Honestly, I thought you’d be overjoyed, and instead, this is the thanks I get?  Not three days out from your wedding day, and all you want to talk about is some nasty business in the Town Square?”

Tamsin has given up on finding something to do.  She stands with her hands clasped, contrite and wordless.  Her mother is right, after all.  Bryce is the eldest surviving son of the Davensay family, and thus heir to his family’s fortune.  He is by all accounts handsome and unfailingly kind, well-liked and respected by all their peers.  His prospects are perhaps the very best in all of Godsplace.

Until a few months ago, Tamsin and Bryce were close friends.  They went everywhere together, and told each other nearly everything.  Tamsin’s mother often warned her that she shouldn’t pin her hopes on someone like Bryce, because one day soon he’d be expected to marry, and then she’d be all alone and heartbroken.

But then, back in the spring, Mrs. Burkow had suddenly changed her tune.  It was like the Season of Flowers had bloomed right inside her heart, and she could do nothing but smile wistfully whenever Tamsin came home.

The news had come as a terrible shock to Tamsin.  She hadn’t even celebrated her sixteenth birthday yet, and already she was engaged to be married.  Mrs. Burkow was undoubtedly the happiest about the match, with the possible exception of Bryce’s younger sister Natalie.  Bryce’s parents were (and remain) decidedly skeptical on the matter of Tamsin’s suitability.  Tamsin remains decidedly unenthused.

Bryce himself was decidedly sheepish after the news broke, but it’s clear he has warmed to the idea.  Tamsin reasons that he is a couple of years older, and the eldest son of a noble family besides.  Surely he is simply more accustomed to the notion of marriage in general than she, who had not expected to have to think on such matters so soon, if at all.

Although she cannot be sure what was said, Tamsin thinks it’s very clear her mother has oversold her suitability as a spouse.  Tamsin cooks and cleans and tends to whatever needs tending for her mother not because it is her life’s calling, but because she feels it’s her due.  Mrs. Burkow didn’t have to take her in and raise her, and Tamsin doesn’t know what would have become of her otherwise.  In spite of her humble beginnings, Tamsin had always hoped she might aspire to something a bit different than the lot of a happy homemaker.

And anyway, it’s not like the wife of a nobleman would be expected to do those kinds of things on the regular.  Tamsin imagines she’ll be expected to…socialize, and hold events, a feat to which she is even less suited.  Tamsin is not particularly skilled with people or making pleasant small talk, and she knows perfectly well that marrying above her station won’t be taken kindly.

Indeed, the one who stands to benefit the most from this arrangement is Mrs. Burkow.  It is not she who has married above her station, after all, even if it was she who pulled the strings.  She may freely reap the benefits of her rise in fortune without facing half as much of the backlash.

If Tamsin were the sort of person who could ingratiate herself to the upper class, she thinks, she might know what she’s meant to say to Mrs. Burkow right now.  But she comes up woefully short.  She is not excited for the wedding, and she doubts she ever will be.  And the more she tries not to think about what she saw in the Square, the more it permeates every corner of her mind.  Somewhere just out of sight she’s certain she can still hear that high, thin scream.

“You’re right,” Tamsin tries, her gaze downcast.  “I’m sorry.”

“Honestly,” Mrs. Burkow sighs, but there is a certain note of triumph about her voice.  “You’d think a girl like you would show a little more gratitude.”

But the pitiful words, thank you, catch in the back of her throat.  She is not grateful.  Not for this.

[n1ghtwarden]

annnnnnd it's a wrap. i am officially free for the holidays pending driving back to ontario from quebec for 5 hours.

[arrow-gt-ace]

Dhdbssbsb what if: somehow there’s some land outside the city where Jack can go for alone time and also people set up a system where he can talk normally into something and is translated into a normal volume because he’s so far away

annnnnnd idk how it would work but he’s walking around spaces that he doesn’t need to quiet his steppies passing by hammocks set up for people that sway as he walks by

Jack probably would get a designated space for himself if he stayed long enough in exchange for his service to the city

they could probably set up some kind of intercom system to make communication easier between them.. Using distance, have Jack speak at his natural volume and amplify human voices... fun fact, but sometimes on occasion human people use megaphones to talk to Jack since the size-volume thing goes both ways. of course, Jack could just pick someone up and hold them to his ear (which he does do from time to time) but some people just don't like to be handled like that.. so you have people on rooftops using megaphones at him when there's official business to be done asdfk (it saves Jack the back pain too, since he doesnt need to lean down to hear them better when they do this). people also yell up to him, but that takes a lot outta a person's voice asdfk

i imagine being in a hammock while a giant walks by is either distressing or fun. it's like a free carnival ride, just get in and wheeeee asdfghk enjoy being shaken around with each of the giant's steps

[really-sheety-ghost]

collage of favorite things

Tagged by the lovely, the amazing, the one and only: @officious-sea-lawyer!!!!! Thank you 💖

rules are easy, make a collage out of your fav things with this template (under the cut)

Tagging (if you wanna!): @stolperzunge, @cyberturbine, @xlodoamne, @wifeofbath @sweetsombersilhouette, @nothalfsohappyinheaven annnnnnd anyone else who wants to. 😊

[anachronisims]

i have been finding it difficult to work up the emotional energy to play meraki - not that i don’t care about it, but that i care about it too much, yadda yadda…

moral of the story is I’ve gotten reeeeally into animal crossing new leaf the last month because it’s a way easier game to pick up and put down every five minutes (aka more parenting early childhood + full time job compatible) annnnnnd i am now officially on an indefinite hiatus until i burnout on acnl.

and if you play on a 3DS and want to be ac friends get at me in my dms here lol

[not-so-mundane-after-all]

Mundi my love <3 <3 <3

🌈, 🍉, 🎀 annnnnnd 🤲

MEG MY LOVE 🥰❤️

🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?

You Are The Best Thing That's Ever Been Mine (Titans) was my first ever multi-chapter fic and I think what some might not realize about it, is how much time I've actually spent studying the American adoption system for it. I made a shit-ton of notes like I was preparing for an exam or something, about how it works, what are the steps, how does it differ between adopting a small child and a teenager, even how the official documents look like. For a first ever fic that was this complex, I think I did a good job. And I still have those notes tucked away somewhere.

🍉in what ways has writing helped you process trauma and/or navigate through your own life?

One thing that comes to my mind is definitely learning more about my own mental health through reading and writing. It encouraged me to learn more not only about my own struggles but also about mental health in general, which was a very eye opening experience. It also helped me open up to people more, because ever since I can remember I was a very shy, shut down person.

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing

Even when my writing seems flat to me, I know it isn't. I can deliver a gut punch. I can make people laugh. And I can be evil, I know how to make someone suffer and still ask for more 😈

🤲what do YOU get out of writing?

I can make an already good story richer. My ideas come to life and I don't have to be the only one enjoying them, I love to share. I can keep the story alive if I'm not ready to let it go. And, because of writing, I get to make such amazing, wonderful and SUPERTALENTED friends like you, darling 🤗

[ethoslut]

Etho. annnnnnd funny number 69

(im on mobile but it is number 69)

okay idont have time to write properly but just. imagine ethubs to this song. especially in double life after last life ethubs and stuff. especially etho missing bdubs and whatthey had but he cant show it and stuff cuz they have their own soulmates now and stuff and even tho they still hang out its not the same cuz in the end they're enemies and its a death game. "in between being young and being right you were my first sight at night" come ON. "may the bridges i have burn light my way back home". "the torture of smalltalk with someone you used to know". i have so much ideas for ethubs but with like. petekey lore i mean what. you are my favourite what if you are my best ill never know. i have so much thoughts all the time this ask is officially gonna be the thing i reblog to add if i have any ideas but also feel free to add things the angstier the better at this point

[gay-forspace]

i have recently been feeling the pressures of normal social media and would like to escape here to scream into the void, so here,,,.? also no one has been letting me talk at them about my aquarium trip yesterday, and as a certified yapper that’s rude so lemme tell YOU 🫵

i officially have a new favorite shark: the zebra shark. now, i don’t think i have the type of autism that makes you memorize facts, i think i have the type that just makes you obsess bc by god am i obsessed/enthused/enthralled/amazed/awed by zebra sharks unfortunately i know absolutely nothing about them other than ooo wow so pretty. they can do this thing where they sleep flat on the ground in this perfect lil log just like a cat loaf omg and yeah that’s fuckin cool, but there’s like a name for it, idk, but also it’s like a class of sharks bc some of them do it and don’t die but not all of them???? who cares i just wanna stare at them suckers and quietly gasp in amazement every time they flick their tail bc yeah the ones at the aquarium did that for enjoyment and it was so demure and so elegant AND THEIR NAMES WERE ZOE AND ZURI AHHHHH

also pls a tasselled wobbegong shark is the shark version of a blob fish although hey let’s not blame the blob fish for how it looks bc it’s a deep sea creature and not being under its normal amount of water pressure made it ugly and dead i think. and not to be too impressive but i did remember one (1) fact and it’s that wobbegong in some different language (idk what language you cannot expect me to remember that much i was still in a daze from the zebra sharks bc WOW so pretty) means shaggy beard and yeah they sure do

annnnnnd i watched 2 strawberry poison dart frogs fuck with a bodyguard and either the female just rocked the male frogs world or she killed him bc his tiny little tipper tapper toes didn’t stop shaking for several minutes following.

god i love the aquarium

[crowwfed]

Thanks for the notes! + Commissions OPEN (officially!)

Thank you for all the notes recently :) Having people tell me my stuff is cool is so validating and awesome.

Annnnnnd, I've finally got my VGen account up and running and I can more easily take commissions!

My VGen here!

Right now, I'm offering half/busy and full body sketch commissions for $10 and $20 , respectively :)

It's been a real tough start to the year and I don't think I'm the only one! I'm trying to make ends meet and also enjoy my work when I can. Sharing is always appreciated!

Thanks!

-Moe

[starry-dream-moonlight]

Years after the events of genshin au

Ahhhhhhhhh-

I don’t really have an official name for this but ye-

Years after the events of Genshin is over, Lumine and Aether leaves Tevyat, and one day sooooo many years later they come back to see it all in ruin…everyone gone…

so..they go down the memory lane along with a new and old friend :,>

I got inspired but this one vid I found on yt and I did 2 designs

this is Lumine

Not much tbh I might redo it,

annnnnnd this is

An old friend I did her in picrew but I’ll do another outfit for her later but this is paimon but different (can’t tell if her eye color was purple or not)

there’s one more but I’ll work on the design rn so blep

[deathleadsarc]

i've finished following everyone who liked that post before, now all i have to do here is make sure i've got all the important info before deleting this blog annnnnnd moving on with her new stuff!! if you don't want to follow me and this muse anymore, it's okay! I will miss what we had and never forget the memories here. I'll make an official little promo when i'm ready, but she'll be over at @mundmutter from now on

[solairetoile]

She’s rightfully mine now.