My very religious grandma saw a drawing of machete in my images and said "you should have that as your background instead of that demon"
It's nice to know Machete has the seal of approval of at least one (1) very religious grandma.
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her bonnie on the side… makes me a sad, sad girl.
vamp!jane murdstone and my friend’s oc camille…. im melting IM MELTING ✨💘 i don’t know what the colour red is you guys, that’s just jane the walking flag pole (‘high heel shoes make you six feet tall’, the weeknd once said). 🙈✨✨🧚♀️
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i don’t think enough people understand how perfect fluffybird is at its very core. duck’s favorite color is red but red’s favorite color isn’t green, it’s blue. even though red and green are complimentary colors. red wants out, duck wants things running smoothly. duck only gains self awareness when something deviates too far from the status quo. red only gains self awareness when the status quo is maintained for too long. they are traffic lights, they can’t both be on at once. neither can ever be free at the same time, not unless some kind of miraculous total malfunction happens. and it has, a million different times to a million different versions of them that got out or died trying. but in the here and now neither of them remember what they know, and both of them are convinced they know more than the other. also duck looked at red’s penis that one time
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I haven't drawn anything big recently so have this sunset and this possum i found eating cat food on my porch
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That's it. That's the post.
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place a poppy in my hair
Once upon a time, @bethanyactually sent me this gif by @hucklebucket and said that it looked like they were dancing and that I should write it because I love writing nace dancing.
I do love it....and I (finally) did.
Written for the @nacediscord Valentine's Vigil event!
One year later, Nancy and Ace attend the Lovers' Vigil together. Read on AO3
“If you’d wear a flower crown again,” he says again, louder, looking up. His eyes burn with an intensity she wasn’t expecting, but it’s not new, the passion with which he does things.
“Oh, uh, I don’t know,” she answers honestly, taking time to smooth the collar she rumpled while considering his question. “I hadn’t really thought about it.”
There’s a hint of something in his eyes, the longing of a year ago that’s been long gone from his gaze. Seeing it, she feels it wrap around her own heart and squeeze.
She’d worn that flower crown for him. So that he would think she was beautiful. A foolish and dangerous game back then, but she’d done it.
She doesn’t have that same need now. Nancy knows he thinks she’s beautiful. He’s told her as much. Called her beautiful when she made an ill-fated attempt to dust Icarus Hall, and when she came home from investigating covered in muck and leaves. Or that morning she stumbled bleary-eyed out of bed with greasy hair and a definite track of drool on her cheek.
“Never mind,” Ace is already hedging, misinterpreting her silence. “It’s stupid.”
Read the rest
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