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I love them

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  *:   ･ﾟ ✧            *   :･ﾟ    ✧       *        ･ﾟ  .                                    

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If anyone dares look at my man the wrong way, their family is getting them delivered to them in pieces. Harper is my 6'9 giant and my 4'11 self is treating him like my most prized possession.

-Ankles Anon

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My Gal, The Finale

It’s here, the final chapter of My Gal! I hope when you read it that you can feel every ounce of love I poured into this comic. My Gal started as a silly little comic 8 years ago but blossomed into my love letter to the Sonic the Hedgehog franchise and my love letter to all of you! I’ve found my joy and passion in illustration again and I’m so thankful for all the support you’ve given me now and through the years. But most importantly, I just hope this brings a smile to your face ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Can you believe the original ending I had for My Gal didn't even have a kiss goodnight?! What the hell Evay?! Obviously I had to completely rewrite my ending. See, it was worth the wait after all!

Other than drawing the hedgehog smooches, my other favorite part of making this chapter was recreating some of my favorite Sonamy scenes throughout all of Sonic media history (seen in the fourth page of this chapter). Hopefully you'll recognize some of those iconic scenes!

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Now I am curious...

Let's say Harper succeeds in kidnapping CM.

What would he do if CM tried to kill him to escape?

Ohohooooh Harper is durable af so you better hit him hard enough in a vital ass spot, cause you're only gonna get one shot at taking him out...

Say goodbye to any freedom whatsoever :))))))

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Reminders for the Anxious/Depressed Creatives

You’re more than what you make.

Your productivity does not determine your value.

It’s okay to do nothing sometimes.

Not everything you do has to result in a product.

Not everything you make has to be important, significant, or even good.

You can make things just for yourself.

You can keep secrets for yourself, whether it’s not posting some of your projects or not sharing your techniques.

You’re allowed to say no.

You’re allowed to rest.

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a lil something i did for Binnabun’s dtiys over on twitter

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"July is gay wrath month" actually its disability pride month and we tell you this every year and yet

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Hobie Brown and Pavitr Prabhakar are such boykissers it’s insane(they are also in a relationship)

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garf :3 💜💙

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Cucumber memes shamelessly stolen from @in-your-dreams-vn uvu

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Ren Birthday doodles. Which was 2/14 @14dayswithyou along with my OC Beatrix

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Baby mode and Sexy mode @14dayswithyou

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Secret Admirer

Again, huge shout out to @killingthecringe and @shadowsfascination. I appreciate their patience, their tallent, and their expertise 💜💜💜

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With Shadow, Amy has come to realize that no matter where they are, no matter what is happening, there always seems to be flowers.

“Watcha looking at?”

She watches him breath deeply, coming back into himself. Behind them, Sonic and Tails still go over the plan, but the words seem to tumble and fade away as she watches him gesture toward the tree he’s standing under.

“It’s pretty,” Amy walks closer, “What is it?”

“Acacia.”

“What’s it mean?”

She can see Shadow pause before he finally faces her. His ear twitches, his brow furrows. She can’t help but giggle.

“Most plants have meanings and things attached to them, like how a color rose means a type of love, or how chrysanthemums are for mourning. I know a lot of meanings of flowers, but even then, I really only know the ones that grow near home.” Amy toes the dirt, and suddenly, she finds herself unable to look Shadow in the eye, “But I know you like all different kinds of plants, so I figured maybe...”

The silence stretches. Amy bites back a sigh, wondering why she bothered. She looks out across the flat plains of Mazuri and pretends the smell of hot soil and the gentle breeze bending the grasses can overcome the awkwardness she feels welling up inside of her.

She doesn’t know why she keeps trying.

He doesn’t really like to talk anyway.

“Secret affections.”

Amy turns to face him, but Shadow is already walking back towards the others, and she finds herself standing alone under the Acacia tree.

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She brings him flowers.

She brings him flowers, and she can’t rightly say why. Maybe it’s because she always wanted someone to bring her flowers, or, perhaps, it has something to do with the fact that no matter what, they always seem to be nearby.

“What’s this one?”

Amy watched as Shadow turned just enough to see, his hands still spreading wood chips at the base of a rose bush.

“Muguet.”

“And what’s it mean?”

He sits back, taking her hand in his as he brings the flower closer so as to breathe it in. Her hand tingles where his fingers meet skin.

“Health and prosperity,” he said, almost to himself, “but I’ve also read it means discretion.”

Amy wrinkles her nose. “What a weird thing for a flower to say.”

Shadow just looks at her, and she waves her free hand.

“I mean- like when I give someone flowers, why would I put in there that I’m trying not to say something that would hurt their feelings? Or- why would I give them a flower that says I’m not going to betray their secret?”

She watched as Shadow chewed on the inside of his lip, and it surprised her how hard it was to pull her eyes away when he finally spoke at last.

“Discretion also means the freedom to choose.” He took the bouquet of flowers from her and held them gently in his hands. “And in regards to secrets… perhaps it is more a matter of trust than anything else.”

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One day, he shows up at her house with a bouquet of lavender.

It's unprompted. She wasn't even suppose to be home. There he stands though, holding a garden's worth of blooms in his arms as if he was supposed to be there. Strangely enough, it feels right to her, too.

“They’re beautiful,” Amy whispers as she brushes her hands down on her corduroy apron before cradling the flowers. “And they smell amazing. Did you grow these?”

He nods. Amy can feel his eyes on her as she rushes to get a vase. When she places them on the sill of the kitchen bay window, surrounded by dusty cookie cutters and used piping bags, she watches his eyes crinkle around the edges.

“I actually can tell you what these symbolize, you know!” she says with a grin.

The hint of a smile is gone.

Amy laughs. “I know, I keep pestering you about plants, but remember, I did tell you I’m better at the stuff that grows locally.”

She watches as he swallows.

“And what do they mean?”

Amy cocks her head. “Depends on who you ask. I’ve always read that it meant devotion, and I’ve seen them be used in love and protection spells, but-”

“But?”

She’s not sure what it is about his tone, but suddenly, she stalls. His eyes are wide and wild, fixated right on her, and she cannot help but be taken by how brightly they shine in the light of the kitchen.

There’s a flutter in her chest. She realizes she’s giggling and looks away as she coughs instead.

“There’s this weird story claiming that the asp that bit Cleopatra hid under a lavender bush, so some people think it means distrust.”

Shadow scoffs.

“Yeah, I know. I don’t like that story either.”

Amy swears he rocks forward on his heels, as if he were about to step forward, but then, instead, he rocks back.

“What do you prefer to think?”

She hums, turning to take one of the flowers from the vase. “I personally prefer them to symbolize devotion. Their root systems are strong, they can survive in a lot of different environments, and so long as they are given proper care, they’ll never die.”

Amy breaks the stem down, taking the flower and tucking it behind Shadow’s ear. She laughs as it twitches, yet still, for some reason, her hands twist nervously around and around the rest of the stem in her hand.

“You?” She smiles, stepping back again, “What do you think?”

Shadow raises one hand toward the sprig behind his ear. It hovers there before gently touching down, light fingertips brushing the petals.

His eyes never leave hers.

“I, too, prefer the symbolism of devotion.”

Amy’s nervous fingers twist the final knot in the stem running through her fingers, sealing the circle as he smiles.