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#i am crashing so hard today lmao i was up until 2am after watching the episodes and feeding the baby#then baby woke up at 4. hand to wife go back to sleep. baby woke up again at 6. and then i was up.#and then i had the worlds most boring meeting from 8 to 9. this is usually when i would be getting the kids ready for the day#so instead my wife did all of it while i was in worlds most boring meeting#then at 10am. i had to be part of a panel interview for a new engineer#someone to help ME with MY work!#but the interview was a live coding session conducted by staff+ level developers. NOT automation engineers#and they were so fucking hard on this poor guy omg. this guy whose resume is fucking perfect#he seemed so nice too. and he did his best#but even a fulltime ios engineer would struggle to implement such a data structure#its totally unreasonable to expect it of an automation engineer#and i had to be on the side in our chat trying to defend this guy like. look. i wouldnt be able to do this either#and for my interview i didnt have to! i wrote unit tests for that data structure which was already implemented#they seemed surprised and asked who did my interview. like holy shit you guys didnt even check?#you didnt even think to yourself 'i wonder if the automation engineers use different interview problems'????? omg#anyway i didnt mean to vent so much about that but#im just saying. my dopamine is all fucked up today lmao i'm struggling y'all
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one of the biggest things I can advocate for (in academia, but also just in life) is to build credibility with yourself. It’s easy to fall into the habit of thinking of yourself as someone who does things last minute or who struggles to start tasks. people will tell you that you just need to build different habits, but I know for me at least the idea of ‘habit’ is sort of abstract and dehumanizing. Credibility is more like ‘I’ve done this before, so I know I can do it, and more importantly I trust myself to do it’. you set an assignment goal for the day and you meet it, and then you feel stronger setting one the next day. You establish a relationship with yourself that’s built on confidence and trust. That in turn starts to erode the barrier of insecurity and perfectionism and makes it easier to start and finish tasks. reframing the narrative as a process of building credibility makes it easier to celebrate each step and recognize how strong your relationship with yourself can become
#this is my experience so I know it won’t work for everyone#like all things there is no universal formula#we all have different capacities and capabilities#but I like sharing things that work for me in case they can also help someone else#studyblr#study motivation#study tips#university#academia#uni tips
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projecting my period cramps onto Mark Grayson
#finally making my contribution to this legendary meme#hes going down with me#oddly enough it worked cause the more I drew this the more my cramps lessened#god someone help#invincible#invincible fanart#mark grayson#mark grayson fanart#rex scribbles
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friend wanted to see my tumblr, and when i told him i can’t show it to him bc it’s basically my personal diary he went “oh so I can’t see it but a bunch of strangers on tumblr can??” he literally does not get me. no one will get me like the people in my phone get me
#It’s just so different#even though it’s public it still feels secret and safe. i feel comfy sharing a lot more on here than I do in my actual day to day life lol#in my head I’m also just speaking to myself 90% of the time which helps#if a friend off tumblr saw my thoughts I’d feel so weird ab it#esp bc they might get the vagueposting about certain situations and tell mutual friends#no thank u. this is for me. I’m not about to start censoring my thoughts bc someone I know knows my tumblr#u guys literally saw me have LIVE BREAKDOWNS#meanwhile I’ll have the worst fucking day in history and tell no one about it. I’m already cripplingly private but way more so in real life#this is basically a low stress journaling outlet for me. it’s so important for me to maintain the separation#like this is actually my diary & has been so handy for letting out emotions / articulating thoughts / staying on track !!#& I’ve met so many kind people on here who actually get me. which is so hard to find irl bc I’m surrounded by pre-med gunners/overachievers#who are by standard not very good w emotion & can be competitive/judgmental. or at least it’s hard for me to be vulnerable in front of them#and I’m part of that crowd so I reserve my emotions only to a handful of very close friends#it’s nice to hop on here and express negative emotions!! or positive emotions!! just whatever I want and it’s low stress and people get me#I don’t have to worry about judgment or competitiveness etc etc#like everyone on here is so kind & nice & understanding. & just a breath of fresh air from the types I run w. it’s just nice to have this#so idk that’s why I think I’ll always be strict about keeping the worlds separate. it just works#p
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coping with the fact that i can't read the latest volumes because the translation isn't caught up yet by violently drawing them for 3 days straight
#satogiri shuumei#hanae yuuma#tanigami shizuku#satogiri soumei#crossplay love : otaku x punk#crossplay love#nekuyan#Josou Shite Mendokusai Koto ni Natteru Nekura to Yankee no Ryou Kataomoi#kiyoart#don't look at me I'm obssessed with them😔#I've been reading their story since the first volumes and so much has happened since then#i read up to chapter 100.5 but someone translated 110 and#I'm missing so much context before it in 10 full chapters but i have an idea of what happened and it's making me go insane over them#my personal headcanon and honestly biggest hope is that when they come out to each other they help with each other's makeup#don't look too much into what i drew i have zero makeup knowledge im afraid#sigh..... doing all this instead of working
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separate ways
#so i became utterly consumed by pre-war dratchet#they make me so damn sad#like i don't think they could've understood each other very well back then#even millions of years later ratchet's still kinda functionist about his hands. probably since he's always been intimately connected to aut#so no one gives him shit and he's probably rarely had to imagine himself in someone else's position#meanwhile drift had nothing#ratchet: why don't you get a job#drift (stuck in the dead end for a reason):#but at the same time ratchet cared enough to try to help and drift remembers that and udgfdhhdhdh#they match beautifully in mtmte/ll. guy who's never belonged anywhere. guy who's always belonged somewhere#guy who made a place for himself by killing. guy who kept his place by healing#born-again guy. tenured guy finally thinking of deviating from the job he was assigned at birth#but also i kinda needed to practice 3d modeling for work. but also i really really wanted to try fake etching because i like the metallic l#so here's something vaguely metaphorical born of my desire to everything at once#maccadam#dratchet#transformers idw#tf ratchet#tf drift#my art
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jan ptáček. hans capon. little birdie. flowers in his wreath: begonia as "caution", blueberry as "trust", holly as "protection", lavender as "I will never forget you". ... *whisper* and also as "lavender marriage".



#hansry#kcd#kcd2#kcd fanart#kingdom come deliverance#kingdom come deliverance 2#jan ptáček#jindřich ze skalice#hans capon#henry of skalitz#my art#they deserve happiness but i love angst at the same time!!#so i think they will both engage with some women for the sake of LAVENDER marriage#likeee we can say possibly Henry x Theresa and Hans x Jitka#but the marriage is LAVENDER (=a marriage for convenience) and they still secretly love each other. hear me out.#soooo hans names his son henry. yep.#but “i'll never forget you” and they never do.#they are almost unseparable#a knight and a noble#not often present in their families#“haha they are such good friends :) :) :)” someone would always say#but nobody knows that they spend so much time together (instead of raising their kids or being at home and helping with the homestead etc)#because they. love. each. other. so. much.#and it's concealed subtly. their love is a work of art#so hidden and ethereal#i want to believe in that. i love angst but i can't think of a bad ending for them.
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Just some words I've been needing to hear for a few weeks now and once I finally wrote them down, I thought maybe there were other people who might need to hear them too ❤️
You don't need to be anyone's favorite writer for your writing to be good.
The worth of your writing is not measured by whether or not you're included in fic recs or the amount of comments/asks you get.
Your works don't need to be recognized as some of The fics of the fandom to be good or worth reading.
'Popular' writers in your fandom are also just writers (and humans!!) : you don't need to impress or be noticed by them to have a place in your fandom. Fandom should be fun so don't let your brain ruin it with a misplaced sense of competition <3
You don't need to post a fic every week to be considered a writer. You don't need to write every week to be a writer. There is no limited places in fandom: come and go as you want and as life allows you to. Post when you feel like it, there is no trend to surf on to stay 'relevant' as a fic writer or a content creator. Fandom will always wait for you.
Your writing is good, and the more you write, the more you find your style, the better it gets.
Your writing made someone's day. Your writing is helping the fandom stay alive. Your writing should make you happy, and that happiness should not be proportional to how recognized you are in your fandom.
I know it can be discouraging to see tons of fic recs in your fandom and none of them including your fics. But yesterday, when I was feeling down, I re-read my own published works because they were the stories I wanted to read. And I enjoyed reading them, so much. And that is enough to keep me writing, because it showed me there is no better person to write the stories I have in my head than myself (a huge progress considering months ago, I couldn't reread something I'd written because I was cringeing too hard to get through two sentences).
Find your people that will always hype you and your fics up: you and your writing don't have to appeal to every single person in your fandom. Write niche fics! Rarepairs seemingly no one brought up before! Include headcanons and takes and interpretations you've never seen written before!
Write the stories you are dying to read, and I promise you, you'll find other people who were hoping to find that story somewhere, too.
Your writing is unique because it can only ever be yours and same goes for your stories; your writing is worth reading and your stories are worth being written <3
#feeling really nervous about posting this because my brain is convinced people will think it's a dig when it is absolutely not#but they're the words I needed someone to tell me for weeks so if it can help anyone <3#so I really hope no one interprets them as a dig lmao#every work published is a blessing to the fandom#kind of my take on the write for yourself i guess#writing positivity#on writing#writeblr#writers on tumblr#writing encouragement#writing motivation
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I really feel like one of the best details in “A Scandal in Bohemia” that I never see people fixate on enough is that the story starts with Watson stopping in to see Holmes at Baker Street on a complete whim, because he happens to see that he’s home (and Watson is now married and living elsewhere). Like he doesn’t send word first, he’s not invited, he just shows up and surprises Holmes. Which is not that weird but then Holmes is like “oh good, I’ve got a case anyway, you might as well hang out!” which just makes it funnier when the King shows up and is like “I’d really rather speak to you alone, actually” and Watson tries to leave and Holmes is just like “anything you can say to me, you can say to my best friend John Watson, and if you ask him to leave, I would consider it a grave insult, you would be my enemy and I will not help you ever!!” And the king is like “…ok” and just moves on.
like, that is crazy behavior. Holmes is talking about how there’s probably lots of money in this case, and then almost turns away the client for…not knowing who the fuck Watson is?? He’s not even supposed to be there?? He just came to say hi?? “It is both or none”… girl, GET UP.
#I get it though#sometimes your bestie gets married and you don’t talk to him for weeks?? months??#because you’re normal about him and also have pretty serious adhd#so you forget that communication even exists on top of being very sad and lonely and burying it with work#and then he shows up at random and the object permanence kicks in again and you force him to help#with your latest case because otherwise who knows how long it will be until you get to hang out again#and you know you’ll need someone to throw a smoke bomb through a lady’s window AT SOME POINT#PROBABLY#you can’t commit minor crimes by yourself that’s boring!!#and Watson loves your dumb disguises! he’s always said so!#I know we get distracted by the Irene Norton née Adler of it all#but Holmes is incredibly rare (gay) form in this story#a scandal in bohemia#sherlock holmes#acd canon#acd holmes#acd watson#john watson#it’s giving ‘this is my friend Madison and she drOVE ME HERE!!’#you 🫵 yes you! suffer my holmesposting
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a what-if i've been thinking about for forever... trucy knowing the truth before anyone could tell her
#trucy wright#apollo justice#ace attorney#.png#ough ough ough how many times has she helped 'ruin' someone's life...#like what if when she was so desperate to help phoenix get acquitted she gets hit in the face with the realization that#she might just be ruining her new-found brother's life too#so yeah. how would she even bring that up#haha hey polly. remember that time i handed you fake evidence. well did you know i saw your bracelet and remembered my mom had one too. fun#by the way did you know she told me she had two and gave one to her first-born who she lost a long time ago#like do we know how much trucy remembers about their mom. no! that's why i think this could work#ough i've wanted to make this comic for so long but i never knew how to format it#well i drew the first panel as warm-up and then was like. why not go all the way....#that way i'd be forced to really think about composition
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trans!soap taking his baby and running away from his rich abusive husband
(cw angst, financial abuse, single threat of child abuse, single mention of transphobia)
he's owned soap for years, since he was a teenager; paid for his medication and all his surgeries and tied them so deeply, soap’s lost hope of ever getting away. he gets even worse when soap falls pregnant. he was always controlling; blowing up at him if he spent too long out of the house or did something without telling him. but he becomes utterly possessive during the pregnancy
soap knows it has nothing to do with his safety or the baby's
he knows he sees his baby as an investment; another being he can control and hold over him
he gets worse and worse but there’s nothing soap can do. there's been nothing he can do for a long time. then a few months after the baby is born, soap doesn’t watch his tone closely enough and his husband threatens to drop his baby in punishment for it
soap doesn't think. he doesn't plan
he takes his baby and runs
he sneaks out of the servant's quarters of the sterile mansion he's been forced to live in for almost a decade and walks down the street without a backwards glance; his baby the only thing in his arms. he knows all of his husband's cars have trackers, all of them in his name since he never lets soap drive or go anywhere by himself, so he walks far enough to be out of view of the mansion's cameras and steals one. it doesn't have a car seat and all he can do is clutch his baby to his chest as he drives
he doesn't know where he's going beyond away
he doesn't know what he's going to do; he doesn't have any money, no supplies for his baby, he doesn't even have water for himself so he can reliably breastfeed him. he's terrified his husband will find them; he’s always felt omniscient, always everywhere and seeing everything he did. if he didn’t have eyes somewhere, he paid someone who did and they always dutifully reported back to him
soap just keeps his eyes forward. just keeps driving and driving, lost to the road and numb until the low gas light pops up on the dash and it all hits him at once
he turns into a gas station he can't pay for, in a car he stole, and parks behind it and his baby immediately starts getting fussy
he can't even call him by his name sometimes; too afraid to get attached, too afraid to lose him. as if he doesn’t love him more than life itself
even throughout his pregnancy, as happy as he was to finally have a baby, he didn't know if he could carry to term and that fear just let his husband dig his claws in even deeper; paying for extra scans he could never hope to pay for, favours on top of favours so he would aways owe him and isn’t he such a loving husband? taking soap in when his parents kicked him out for being trans, looking after him for all these years? you can’t even take care of yourself john, you’d still be a woman without me, john, what is this tantrum about john-
soap tugs his shirt up to let his baby feed, drops his head back and cries
he can't stop it; wails loud and uncontrolled, chest heaving with his sobs enough that it sways his baby, occasionally breaking his latch and he can't even do this right-
he can't save him
a light knock sounds on the window and soap flinches, curling over his baby to protect him from his huband's cruel hands
but it's not his husband outside the window
soap blinks tears from his eyes and looks at the large stranger standing beside the car. a neck gaiter covers his mouth and it should be off-putting… but something about him stops the feeling in its tracks. the stranger takes a half-step back and lifts a chilled and sealed water bottle, pressing it towards the window
soap quickly swipes his face clean and rolls down the window. "sorry 'bout that," he apologises with a choked laugh, the careful front he’s built over the years cracked and bleeding
the stranger gives a dismissive but somehow not diminishing shrug. "long day?" he asks
"could say that," he gives a shrug of his own and pats his baby's back as he makes a disgruntled noise, unconsciously swaying him
he politely keeps his gaze up on his face. "looks like you could use a break."
soap's breath hitches, anxiously darting his tongue out over his bottom lip. "could say that," he repeats uselessly and takes the water with a quiet “thanks,”; his throat dry and screaming for it after crying so hard
the stranger hums, watching him down the bottle and soap doesn’t notice his eyes drifting to the backseat and footwell of the passenger side. doesn’t notice the slight tension in his fists at what he sees. "how long you been runnin', lad?"
soap freezes, the water settling in his stomach like a stone. he swallows thickly and the bottle falls from his lips
"not long enough."
the stranger just nods, looking idly back down the highway
"you know, this place is connected to a garage,” he starts, nodding back to a building attached to the station without taking his eyes off the road. “lotta people drift through 'ere on road trips; too many to keep track.”
soap frowns slightly, shifting his hold on his baby
“funny thing is, plenty of 'em just abandon their car when they break down. like yours,” he adds and finally turns back to him with a pointed look. “got a whole junkyard of 'em. just rustin' away. be pretty easy to convince me to trade ya one."
soap’s mouth parts in a gasp as he realises just what the stranger’s saying. "how easy?" he whispers
he shrugs and even with his face hidden beneath the gaiter, he doesn’t feel afraid. "i'd say this car'd be a good deal. would blend right in with the rest of ‘em; no one’d ever notice it. what say i take it off your hands?"
soap's breath shudders out of him, his whole body going limp with relief. his baby's eyes fall shut with a satisfied hum and for the first time he can remember, he feels the gentle touch of hope
"i think we can work something out."
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ghost owns the service station soap pulled into. he wanted something quiet and isolated after he retired and you can’t get much quieter than a backwoods servo surrounded by forest. he hasn’t had anyone pull in in days so he’s quick to notice soap’s car. he’s also quick to notice soap's subsequent breakdown in one of the cameras. the sight of him crying, desperately clutching a baby like they’re all he has left in the world, is so familiar he felt sick with it
he knows someone running when he sees it
if he didn't check on him, if this lad disappeared one day and the baby along with him, he'd never forgive himself. the lad doesn't even have a baby bag or car seat with him, and the personalised sticker on the back window of a lady and a dog is a dead giveaway that the car is stolen
but the lad is terrified. and when he startled him, he didn't turn. didn’t lift his arms to protect himself. no
he covered his baby
like he was afraid he'd be hurt
that's enough for ghost
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i'd wanna set this in the 80's or 90's, just to make it even harder for soap to get away from his husband. he's a trans man with a newborn; he has no one to run to and no resources to help him. his husband's bought and paid for everything for him since he was 17; a few whirlwind weeks of unbelievable dates and extravagant gifts and he was living in his mansion, getting married the day after his 18th birthday. he thought it was love. thought he was being looked after and cared for the way he’s always wanted
he was in pain and alone and naive enough to believe the first person who came along and promised to make it better. nothing's in his name, not his insurance or his meds, he doesn’t have a bank account or savings; other than a birth certificate, nothing even ties him to his baby. his husband could take his world away from him with a snap of his fingers and he made sure soap always knew it
he never had a chance of getting away
but ghost is ex-military
he doesn’t know the lad’s story, doesn’t know the details of what he’s running from. he doesn’t need to know
he decided he was helping him the second he pulled into his service station
#what up i had a nightmare about an eldritch horror trying to steal my baby and john mcclane from die hard shooting it to protect me#i woke up freaked out and decided to torment soap with it to feel better#thats literally the only reason this exists#that and the thought of soaps super hairy chest but thats besides the point#anyway#i was going to have ghost be a drifter after retiring but i like the idea of him being the unlikely safe person living out in the woods#ghost moves soap into the little one bedroom cabin he built behind the station#its hidden by the trees and kept warm by a fire. he gives soap and the baby the bedroom and sleeps out in the living room#he keeps watch out the window for whoevers after soap#he doesnt find out who it is for a while; soaps been burned and reluctant to trust anyone#but they gradually heal each other; ghost gives soap someone to trust and soap helps ghost heal his truma by giving him someone he can save#soap starts to work in the service station despite ghost telling him he doesnt need to but he wants his independence back#he finds he likes working and ghost cant take that from him when hes so obviously happy cleaning and shelving stock#soaps husband comes looking for him but ghost still has his contacts and calls a whole militia down on his head#each one of them with favours in the government if not outright political immunity; money means nothing in the face of them#they just threaten him; lets him know soap is protected now#at least; thats what ghost tells soap 😉#coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt#we’re a team. ghost team#ghostsoap#soapghost#ghoap#john soap mactavish#soap cod#simon ghost riley#ghost cod#save post
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slugpelt’s writing unironically helped me mend my relationship with my mother. I can’t say stuff like that about a lot of characters
#ask#anon#slugpelt#that's kind of one of the most incredible things someone has ever said to me about my comics i am floored#congratulations to you anon i'm glad you were able to/in a position to work things out with her i hope you're in a good place still#& i'm glad my funny little slug could help with that#lost for words i am peachless....
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design by Vec @ OnionPowder_ on twt
I feel like... there's smth about it. it's not all that good, bc the pose is a bit awkward, perspective is a nice attempt but a little off and I drew quickly without thinking, later couldn't fix it/was too lazy/had no time, but the colors, the shading... idk, I'm oddly a fan of it so I'm throwing it here.
see it as practice/warmup. I'll never get to smth better if I don't let myself fail a bunch of times first. don't be afraid of failing.
#I personally feel that birds eye view is easier than frog perspective#but I prefer it a lot#bc it gives me that POV feeling#like the character is alive and right in front of you fr#or maybe it's more natural to me bc I'm 150cm/5'0“...#she's patting your head... or holding a camera maybe#even tho she IS a camera#I just liked the design and I wanted to draw ONE different thing other than Flug for once#the colors were refreshing to work with#rant post about my art improvement#honestly gotta just keep in mind that this was my first year EVER making literally anything other than sketches and for that it's pretty ok#I can live with that#what I like to do when I'm down is look at my progress of the last year; realize that it is noticeable enough;#then say “omg imagine in 10 years... if you had 10 times this amount of progress... I can't wait to see!”#idk where I'm going with allat but I hope it helps someone#villainous#villanos#vilanesco#miss heed#villainous miss heed#cartoon#fanart#my art#sketch
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Hii im from Indonesian I got a little question for you, after playing mushroom oasis and astronought I’m just curious why are you using Indonesian language, mawar : rose and bidadari/malaikat : angel ? Like don’t get me wrong it’s pretty rare (or maybe I rarely saw it) people using Indonesian language as for reference
I also really like the way you make a characters it’s very detailed :0 I very enjoy reading your blog’s
I've never mentioned it but I'm actually from SEA! I don't wanna mention which country specifically but it's easy enough to figure out. It's just for fun and flavor using words from a language I'm familiar with!
And thank you! Part of the reason they're so detailed (I assume you meant in terms of personality, backstory, etc!) is because people send me fun questions to ponder about and it's really helped flesh out my characters!
On a side note, I know I've sprinkled in some Spanish too but sadly I don't speak it. I do think it's a beautiful language, but I hesitate to use it without understanding it properly.
The one full line I've ever used that Atom says in Astronought is from a song (Waltz in E-major, Op. 15 "Moon Waltz" by Cojum Dip), so I assume the phrase is correct!
#cheea chatter#sorry for the short!!! absence i was in a terrible creative rut#questioning my work etc etc#and then someone sent me 20 dollars for astronought and a part of my soul healed actually /gen#thank you kind stranger it reminds me im doing something worthwhile actually <3#UPDATE: kind stranger no longer stranger tAPS MIC THANK YOU CARNISTCERVINE YOU A REAL ONE!!!!!!#APOLOGIES FOR MY EXCITEMENT ON UR POST I WAS A LIL FERAL ABT IT ADMITTEDLY but /gen /gen /gen it helped a lot#to know people find value in my work and helping me financially im forever grateful <3!!!!#this will also always apply to my patrons btw i dont thank them enough thank you thank you <3
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BOOK OF HOURS

BOOK OF HOURS
#BOOK OF HOURS#weather factory#Help me my mind is full of the nine parts of the soul#my consciousness is but a seed to be watered by skills hewn from tomes#no seriously this game took over my brain#I talk to someone and be like “oh that's my Shapt at work :)”#send FUCKING help
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A bunch of doodles inspired by @wickjump saying Cross has an eternal kicked puppy look (and steadily devolving into dadmare because y'know. My Brand)
#UTDR#UTMV#My Art#Dadmare#Cross Sans#Nightmare Sans#Another post being released from the graveyard that is my drafts lol#Wick is right Cross has the biggest wettest eyes this man was a puppy in a pound in a previous life#And I think it's a little bit funny that in the way I imagine dadmare he was the only one that was like. ''adopted''#The rest were all brought in under the guise of work - fighting Dream and all that#But they already outnumbered the stars when he took Cross in there was no fighting-based reason to add him to the team#Nightmare just was getting very soft and he couldn't leave this guy all sad and alone lol#(And I like to think the MTT kind of suspect that was the reason. they don't say anything but they have all silently taken note)#And I think he could be good for Cross in the way of a caring parental figure#If he had time to do some research into it and maybe a couple of practice tries#Also something about Nightmare who used to read to Dream when they were kids so it's like his main response to help calm people down#And also it just helps him relax to do it#And Cross who has pleasant memories of xToriel reading him stories as a kid and does kind of feel better hearing someone read#Anyway it's like 1:30am and I've written 1 million tags lol#Wick if you're reading this thank you for talking dadmare to me it makes me insane (positive) <3#And also for making Cross such a special little guy to me
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