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scientists can’t tell the difference (for @quokki​)

bonus:

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Reblog if you love jeekies 🐿️

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that time han ate over half of the yule log cake lee know baked

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My Able Sisters is looking mighty cute now 🥰 Can't wait to see my villagers walk around in them hehe

Put the designs up on the Design Portal if anyone wants them 😊🫶🏻 MA-1598-3475-6300

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you catch my drift????

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she has an iron grip on their finances

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sketches <3

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First anime art post!!

(I think)

@catboymoments can I have your feedback

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From the New 10th years full color page. I draw my fav ships with their lovechilds

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As a trans man I can tell that some of you only write the characters you like as trans so they can have a pussy, you have a fetish and it’s fucking weird like why is every trans! Character x cis male reader fic smut you guys are Litrally fetishizing trans people especially with the way you describe our bodies is gross, you write trans men like we’re sex objects

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HBD ZORO⚔️

Here's to the boy you will always be

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Dadrius Week 2023, Day 1: Father's Day

“Hold these please.”

Hunter stood bemused just outside of a supply closet while Gus loaded his arms up with paper, markers, and scissors. “What’s all this?”

“I’m making a card.”

Hunter ran through a list of their mutual friends and their birthdays. The only one close was Amity, and her birthday wasn’t for another two months. “…For who?”

“My dad. For Father’s Day.”

He’d never heard of this holiday—not the biggest surprise, but still. “For what?”

“Father’s Day. A day to celebrate our dads. Similar to, but separately dated from, Mother’s Day, Parent’s Day, Spawner’s Day, and last, but certainly not least, Sire’s Day, celebrated mostly by vampires and werewolves. I’m making an illusion card that sings when you open it, and I am also! Planning on making breakfast for my dad. And you, too, I guess, but the point is that I make it, rather than my dad.” Gus took the paper and scissors out of Hunter’s arms, folding up one piece and snipping at it expertly so that it was shaped like a heart.

“Oh. That sounds… nice. When is it?” He probably needed to plan something for Darius. Sure, he’d just moved in this year, and they were still getting used to being in each other’s space, and the adoption papers sat on the counter, unsigned by either of them as they debated back and forth if they were ready to take that step, but “Father’s Day” seemed like a good chance to develop… whatever this was. Maybe move more towards something more official.

“Tomorrow. Hence you being here for breakfast.”

Hunter dropped the markers. “Tomorrow?! That’s not enough time! I can’t make anything, or—it’s too late to go shopping! All of the stores and stalls will be closed! Except the Night Market, but I doubt there’s anything there that—”

 “Hunter! Whoa! Hey!” Gus held out a piece of paper. “I don’t think Darius will care if you don’t go all out for Father’s Day. Oof, I should have thought of that before inviting you over. It’s okay! You can make him a card like I’m doing, and maybe just ask if he even wants to do anything tomorrow? I know some dads just sort of want to have the day to themselves, and that’s their gift. So, before you freak out, ask. You can at least get some idea of what he thinks about Father’s Day.”

“Okay. Okay, yes. I can make a card.” Hunter took the paper. “A heart is too much, right?” It certainly felt a bit corny to him. At least for Darius, for where they were at the moment. Gus’ heart for his father seemed entirely reasonable and fitting.

“I’d stick with a rectangle for now,” Gus agreed.

Hunter nodded, folding the paper in half and uncapping a marker. “What do I put?”

“Happy Father’s Day. Then draw a picture. Just write something nice on the inside and sign it. It’ll be easy once you start, I promise.”

“Okay.”

Hunter focused on his handwriting, making it as neat as possible and filling out the front of the card. He drew an abomination on the bottom, filling it in with Gus’ purple marker. After a moment of consideration, he added a blobby bun to the top of his head. The inside of the card stared up at him, as blank as his mind. Hunter tapped his marker against his lips.

“Hey, Gus? What are you putting in yours?”

Gus swept his card up so that Hunter couldn’t see it. “Nuh-uh, no cheating. You have to write something for you and Darius, not just copy what I’m saying to my dad. Just say something you appreciate about him, you know? Something you’re glad he’s in your life for.”

“Oh. Okay.” Hunter tapped a pen against his chin, then wrote, Thank you for letting me live with you. –Hunter.

That had been easier than expected, but would it be enough? Should he write more?

Hunter closed the card before he could think about it for too much longer.

“Do you need help with yours, Gus?”

Gus waved a hand. “Go talk to Darius. Let me know what he says! I can help if you need an extra set of hands for something, or I can check to see if we have an ingredient you’re out of.”

“Thanks, Gus. You’re a lifesaver.”

Hunter flash-stepped all the way home, appearing in the middle of the living room. “Darius!”

The older man jumped, spilling a mug of tea all over himself. “Augh! Hunter! I thought you were spending the night with Gus?!” He shifted into his abomination form, squeezing the tea out and settling back into his witch form. “What? What’s on fire?”

“Nothing!” Hunter said quickly, “Nothing is on fire! Sorry! I just had a question. Um. So—tomorrow is Father’s Day, and—”

Darius jumped out of his chair with a curse. “It’s tomorrow?!”

“Yeeees?”

“You’re sure?”

“That’s what Gus said.”

“Bones, dirt, and muck! Why did no one warn me?!” Darius paced back and forth. “Too late, it’s too late. Dessert. I can do dessert. Yes.”

“Darius?”

Darius disappeared into the kitchen with a wave of his hand. “Can’t talk! Need to make a cake!”

“What?”

“Cake,” Darius repeated.

Hunter followed him into the kitchen, ducking under a bag of flour that flew across the kitchen. “I just wanted to ask if you—”

Sugar hurtled towards him on its way to the counter, but stopped and delicately skirted around him before it made contact.

“I just wanted to know if you wanted to do anything for Father’s Day!”

The ingredients flying around the kitchen halted in midair, and Darius looked up from his recipe book. “Oh.” He nodded a couple of times. “Oh. I hadn’t…”

The cake components slowly floated to the counter, and Darius moved across the kitchen to face Hunter. “I do not expect you to do something for me, little prince. Thank you for asking. However, I do need to get this cake baked and cooled, and it will go faster if I do it by myself.”

Hunter nodded and left the kitchen, his throat closing up.

That’s that, then. He didn’t know why Darius was suddenly in such a frenzy, but the dismissal was clear enough. He didn’t expect anything from Hunter for Father’s Day. The unsigned adoption papers would remain unsigned, and Hunter would remain a houseguest. Hunter tucked the card he’d made into his belt pouch and curled up in bed, watching the clock tick down until midnight.

Happy Father’s Day.

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It takes some time get used to them but it's okey

Please reblog, don’t repost :)

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From this moment-

To this moment-

And I’m so happy they have each other

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