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Finally got around to designing Sirus which feels really weird after having him so long and playing him in like three different RP groups. 

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I got a new character from a sale recently and decided to make him the friend of Interrobang that I was working on. His name is Moniker and he does IT and videogame videos. 

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‘Halloween’, Phoebe Bridgers

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favorite oc ( yes i’m exposing you )

newest oc

meanest oc

softest oc

oc you’d bang

oc you’d absolutely loathe if u met them irl

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Just finished a human version of one of my designs for an RP I’m doing with my sibling

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OC icons for @headlesscercus

thank a lot for the support 🙌

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Commission for @ohjoybois, thank you so much!! Commissions are OPEN! >INFO<

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OC commission for @ohjoybois !!!

Thank you so much 🌹

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OC commission for @headlesscercus

thank you so much!!!♥♥

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“They Can read Your Dreams” -ShichiMori RP Drabble - Sirus/Jaeger/Ricker

Soft florescent light flickered in through the bars in a cold and quiet hymn of subjugation that fell over Jaeger's face and brushed against his ears. How long had he been on the cold concrete floor? It was hard to tell. His body felt hazy and weak as his limbs hummed in tandem with the buzz of the bulbs overhead. He could sense someone sitting on the bunk in the cell with him but couldn't turn his head to see.

It was both infuriating and thrilling in the same two breaths, knowing someone was watching you where you couldn't see them. Straining his eyes across the level of the floor he managed to catch a glimpse of a pair of all too familiar boots. Their scuffs and weathered leather like a map of the tunnels they traversed on a daily.

You've got to be kidding.

Now he was all but certain he was dreaming. Sirus only showed up still wearing that stupid pair of boots he had when they met in Jaeger's dreams. They'd been lost years ago but something in Jaeger still carried a fondness for their cracked leather surface.

The figure on the bunk shifted and moved to the floor to kneel beside Jaeger, a curtain of bright red hair falling over his shoulder to brush the other man's cheek as his fiancé whispered.

You know they're watching you right? They can read your dreams. A shiver went through Jaeger as he breathed deep and tried to catch any hint of Sirus's scent. But it was like he figured. Dreams were a pale imitation of reality and senses like taste and smell were nearly non-existent in this space. All the same he reached up to run his fingers through the wildfire that was Sirus's soft mess of waves.

Ain't they got anything better to do?

Jaeger drawled as he mustered the strength back into his body. His dream? His rules. He sat up and motioned Sirus to come in close so he could kiss him deeply.

Take me home…

The cell around them melted away to a cool dimly lit space. Walls lined with scraps of paper that featured song lyrics and music, their makeshift bed under them as Jaeger leaned into the kiss and pressed against his absent lover. Even without actual scent or taste memory took over in this space. The feeling of Sirus's lips against his in their firm eager insistence. How his hands tangled in return deep into Jaeger's wild mane.

Their breath sped up to a hot humid pant as the cool underground air began to warm to their body heat. Jaeger's voice caught in his throat in a pleased keen before all of the sudden the hand in his hair slipped to his neck and squeezed, turning rough in unfamiliar ways.

On his knees panting the scent of greenhouse filled his memory and the feeling of wooden planks under his hands instead of the mattress. Confused for a moment but too overwhelmed to speak Jaeger let himself be taken over and taken under from behind as sweat rolled down his thin body.

Next to his ear a familiar voice full of gold teeth and gapped smiles whispered in a tone hazed with lust and amusement.

Well pussycat, am I better than your fiancé?

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Jaeger awoke with a start feeling sticky and damp all over. He sat up on the edge of the bed in his cell and ran a hand over his face. His body was on fire and drunk on the afterglow of a wet dream.

Part of him could still feel the officers hand around his neck and the smirk against his ear. With a deep shudder of guilt and pleasure he got up from the bed and started for the shower. "Fuck…"

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Finally got around to making a design for Rumple’s brother Punchinello. This is messy as fuck but I’m over all pleased with his base design. 

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Some sketches I did of Buck recently, including one of Primrose, his girlfriend. 

I’m trying to get better about posting my things even if its sketches and feels a bit like hurling my content into the void but it makes me happy for now so shouldn’t that be enough?

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Which OC would literally bring a knife to a gun fight and still win?

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sharp objects, gillian flynn.

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Zach Villa in American Horror Story: 1984  |  9x02

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American Horror Story: 1984 | 9.01