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Ximena being great at all types of cooking.

And we thank her for that

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Something very very cool (or at least I think it’s cool) that I noticed thanks to the big help of @iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia

I already knew Muriel has things from Khamgalai but I never noticed these things :D

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Woodland Hayfever

-- written for the @vesuviaweekly prompt "allergies", featuring Muriel since he won the last poll. hope you enjoy! --

"- choo."

The noise behind your back is so quiet and high-pitched that you initially mistake it for a bird chirping somewhere outside. It's only when you turn around to see a disgruntled Muriel rubbing a knuckle under his nose that you realize it was, in fact, a sneeze. A sneeze that, judging by his pout, he's really, really hoping you didn't notice.

"... Muriel?"

"No." An awkward moment passes as you lovingly stare each other down from opposite sides of the hut. He sniffles, again, and drops his eyes. "... yes?"

"Are you sick?"

"... no." That doesn't sound very convincing. He sighs deeply, broad fingers massaging his temples, and you notice a general puffy flush across his face that (for once) doesn't seem embarrassment related. He grumbles under his breath about something that sounds a lot like "allergies" and finally meets your eyes again, sounding suspiciously congested. "I'mb fide - fine."

You cross over to him and reach out to press a hand against his forehead anyways. No fever. "You don't sound fine."

"It's the pollen," he mumbles with a pout. He can't hold his stoic expression for very long, however, because moments later another spring breeze wafts in through the open window and his face crumples into another quiet, high-pitched "- choo".

You're not really sure how to comment on such a small, delicate sound coming from a mountain of a man who usually has one of the deepest, most gravelly voices you've ever heard. "That's a really ... quiet .... sneeze you've got going on."

"I don't like loud noises." He frowns. "Neither do the neighbors."

You nod, stifling a grin, and head to the part of the hut where you keep the growing stockpile of teas that Asra tends to add to every time they visit. Muriel watches you pick one of them out and head to the fireplace, filling a kettle on the way.

"I'm really okay," he says with a sniffle. "I'm not sick."

"I know." You smile at his dumbfounded expression as you root around for the honey jar. "I'm not that worried."

"Then ..." His unspoken why are you taking care of me hangs heavy in the fresh spring air swirling through the cottage. You take pity on him and draw the curtains you recently installed over the open window, hoping that it'll act like a screen for the pollen filling the woods right now.

"I love you. I'm taking care of you because I want to. Doing things for you makes me happy."

His unromantic sniffling and swollen sinuses do nothing to hide the quiet wonder stealing across his face. He sits down on a stool nearby with an unconvincing pout. "I can't stop you, can I?"

"Nope." You watch the water come to a boil and add the tea, enjoying the scent of ginger wafting in the steam.

"... thank you." It's almost as quiet as the sneezes.

"You're welcome."

"And ..." He picks at the callouses on his palms, stopping when you approach him again to hand him a handkerchief. He ducks his head with a blush that's definitely not just the allergies. "... love you too."

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And I believe this is the last picture from my recent sketch dump! I wanted to work on some designs not only for Sawyer when he’s older (top right), but some of the other kids Muriel and MJ have as well. I’m still working on some ideas regarding if they adopt any more kids (high probability)

So top left is Anara Sophia, who I introduced in the Heartsong Baby fanfic I wrote, and then the character on the bottom is Aiman (name to be workshopped). I’m still working on both of their personalities and what they enjoy besides being a mashup of their parents, but I’m having fun!

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In regards of the Trump government scraping all trans inclusion in its queer information portion of its websites I have made this thing. Spread the word. Don't let them pretend we never existed.

P.S: Don't like! Reblog! <3

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I can't draw him properly and it's killing me AAAAA sorry if this looks bad im not good at drawing lmao ;;

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Here are some more of the drawings I posted a few days ago! Top left is a self portrait of me holding a plushie version of MJ and bottom right is Muriel and MJ being cute

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Happy Valentines yall [1/3]

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I love when the whites™ say "sometimes being white is hard too :(((" cause usually that just means "it's hard being racist :( don't call me out on it, it hurts my pasty feelings"

I got not an ounce of melanin in my body and have never once struggled because of that other than from that damned sun bruh

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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

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A lot of adulthood is shouting “AUGH MY LAUNDRY” hours after you put it in the washer/dryer and running to go fetch it

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Miyazaki’s visual storytelling thrives on a sense of flatness that doesn’t diminish but rather enriches his worlds. By compressing the layers of his compositions—merging the foreground’s details, middle ground’s action, and background’s context—he crafts images that feel like living illustrations. Take the Warawara swarming with dishes in "The Boy and the Heron" or the jubilant feast scene in "Spirited Away" : both are packed with vibrant details, yet the visual plane feels collapsed, like a tableau unfolding all at once. This "flatness" isn't a flaw but a deliberate technique, pulling us into the frame as if we’re unrolling a scroll of visual wonder. It’s not depth that Miyazaki aims for—it’s a sheer density of storytelling in every frame, a reminder that 2D animation’s strength lies in its ability to immerse without imitating.

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I should become an artist like squidward and only make self portraits

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haven't been to a mooseheads game in person for over a year and apparently they made some changes to the arena.... the main one being a gigantic moose bust that flashes red eyes and shoots smoke out it's nose when we score

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what have they done to us... what have you done to us...

instagram / twitter

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Another Muriel WIP.. Missed drawing him