Nebula 231080 Colab is out!
I'm very excited to share with you this beautiful story written by @starklystar It has it all, I promise you will cry, you will smile, you will laugh and you will utterly and definitely love it.
It's a worth trip on a roller coaster, hurts a little but is full of romance, fluff and so much significance. I was very honored to work on the art pieces for it and i'm so very thrilled for you to read this story and understand why if I had the time, I could make a whole graphic novel of it cause it's really amazing.
This art was made for the @ineffableidiotsbigbang The fic is 3 chapters, each chapter will include art made by me. I hope you all enjoy it!! I'll drop here the first piece I made for it:
Check the fic right here:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/52115725/chapters/131810245
And i'll leave the background here in case you wish to use it as a wallpaper:
They have done things to my brain, I swear
Also there is the lil extra pic! Smirking and flirty silly Crowley
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i see the little girl in the corner with the too-big eyes and the ill-fitting clothes, wondering why nobody likes her
"she is strange," the whispers say. "she is strange. do not offer her your kindness, lest she take advantage."
i do not listen. i walk to her, and i hold out my hand. i do not like her— nobody likes her, but she is me, and i am her. no matter how i wish to be rid of her, she is my responsibility. there is nobody else in the world who will care for her, and so i must.
she looks at me with her big, doleful eyes. my hand remains outstretched, untaken. i know she resents me.
"why couldn't you be better?" she asks. i do not have an answer for her. "i thought we would have friends, and love, and joy."
when she is sixteen, she will dream about her first kiss. a sweet sixteen, and a kiss to match, she will think. the hope will tickle her, make her flustered and shy. it will not last.
even now, a part of her knows. the corners of her lips turn down. a familiar furrow between the brows. i had forgotten that i looked like this, when i was a girl, and i was angry.
"after all these years, we are still not happy?"
i shake my head. the words fail me. i do not have the strength to explain that i— we— have not been happy in years.
"surely there must be something," she says. i shake my head, and panic overtakes her. there is no doubt that she can feel the time slip through her fingers, coarse like sand. the last of the childhood days, the golden days. "surely there must be something."
"there is not," i say, and there are no words left between us.
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"All according to plan..."
Happy holidays @dalia1784-art!! I'm your back-up secret santa for @duckblrsecretsanta2023! One of your requests was for Moonlanders, and I saw a lot of Lunaris on your blog, so I went with him!
He's having a very good villain day, planning out a certain invasion. 😉🤫 Hope you enjoy, and hope you're having a wonderful new year! ✨
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I JUST SAW A TIK TOK ABOUT COWORKERS BUMPING/RUBBING THEIR BUTTS WHEN THEY SLIDE PASS EACH OTHER IN SMALL AREAS AND PPL IN THE COMMENTS ARE SAYiNG THATS CALLED A
MOONLANDING
APPARENTLY THEY DO DO THAT IN JOBS GEM AND SCAR!!
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the love i hold in my chest is a form of self harm. it flays me alive, and i am but an addict seeking their next fix.
i gouge out my own chest using the dream where he loves me. (he loves me not.)
blood runs in rivulets down my ribs. i offer him my still-beating heart.
it's been five years, my dearest. my beloathed. my everything.
please, let me go. (you can't. not until i let you go first.)
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