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doomed/tragic love (my favourite)

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your whale quite is absolutely phenomenal!

Thank you very much! I've been really blown away by the kind response to it, haha. I loved making it and I would love to make another quilt when I have more time! <3

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pretty 🖤

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I’ve had this as my lock screen on my phone for a week and it makes me smile like an idiot every time I see it

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nen beast phone wallpaper

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free to use!

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first encounter for @greedislandchallenge

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cozy night’s rest

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Black Whale, 12.5x12"

I tried quilting for the first time! It was super fun and I learned a lot. It's nowhere near perfect but I'm really proud of it!

Originally submitted for a mini event in @greedislandchallenge <3

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Weston College P4 “Drudges”

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Yorknew Auction 2023 Reveal ALL WORKS Part 1-3

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“why… is no one coming?”

(coping with the horror of vol 27 by redrawing the last panel of vol 26)

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We have a Greedy Surprise for everyone! The players in the Greed Island Server have been hard at work on our latest creative challenge!

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Coloring Pages

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Math?!

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Happy Hunting,

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“He’s a fortune-teller, I hear. Word has it his predictions are quite accurate…”

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shiny things and paper rings

This fic was written for Greed Island Server's card challenge "Luck Bankbook," and is based off of @stingray-art's wonderful kuropaku comic, which you can see here. The comic is based off of another card challenge about engagements/proposals, and it inspired me to think about what might happen to them years later. I tried a slightly different style with this, Ray, so I hope it's enjoyable!

Rain quietly drummed at the windowpane, low and steady. Pakunoda glanced at the silvery streaks tracing along the kitchen window as she carefully measured out scoops of coffee. The rain had settled in sometime in the wee hours of the morning, and it had been surprisingly pleasant to wake up to. It was a Sunday morning, after all, and now that they’d finished up that job, there was nowhere she had to be.

Well, nowhere they had to be, she corrected herself.

This was Chrollo’s apartment, after all, and the man himself was stretched out on the couch reading a book probably thrice as old as both of them. Maybe more. The entire apartment was an antique collector’s dream, stuffed to the brim with leather bound books, delicate pottery, well-polished instruments, slightly battered furniture, and trinkets galore. Messy, too; she’d found sapphires in the utensil drawer, music sheets spilling from the pantry shelves. He’d let her sleep in his bed last night and strands of pearls had slipped from the sheets. Not quite a dragon’s hoard, but more like a magpie’s nest, if she had to put words to it.

She didn’t mind any of the mess, of course—it was beautifully cozy—but slightly frustrating when one was trying to make coffee and looking for the beans. But at last, she’d found what she’d sought, the ancient Mr. Coffee had deigned to cooperate, and the sounds of it puffing and snorting filled the room. It was surprisingly efficient for something Chrollo had plucked out of the trash.

The thought made Pakunoda smile. After all, that could go for all of the Troupe members; youths blooming amidst rubble and mud and garbage. She felt a sense of camaraderie with the coffee maker, in a way. She leaned against the kitchen counter, watching the raindrops slide down the window as she waited for the coffee.

What to do…tidying up was out of the question. Chrollo likely had a reason for placing things where they were; there was a method to his madness. Much like everything else. He seemed utterly engrossed in his book, as well; and she wouldn’t begrudge him a nice, cozy morning tucked in some blankets with a good book. No, she’d leave him be for now.

But surely he wouldn’t begrudge her a little bit of snooping through his collection. The sheer scope of his acquisitiveness was astounding. Pakunoda wouldn’t put it past him to take something just to admire the sheer craftsmanship of it, even if he had no idea of how or why it was used.

Pakunoda began to meander through the apartment as though she were at a museum, admiring each piece that she came across. A glass vase filled with intricately embroidered gloves. A ceremonial shield crafted from feathers and delicate golden rope. A carved wooden box with a mother-of-pearl inlay depicting a sun rising over a lake. Golden coins winked in the light, scattered between stacks of books and framed maps. Paku delicately held up translucent pottery, ran her fingers along bronze sculptures, and draped a crimson silk shawl across her shoulders.

For some reason, in the midst of this trove of treasures, a simple cigar box tucked away on a shelf caught her eye. Perhaps because it looked somewhat out of place; battered and stained, the badly faded image of a brunette woman wreathed in flowers on its cover. It had been heavily taped in one corner. Captivated by the box’s humble appearance, Paku traced her fingers along its scratched edges, admiring the lush imagery. She flattered herself to think that she resembled the woman in the logo; something about the curve of her nose and cheek, the gleam in her eye.

The box opened easily enough, and Pakunoda carefully raised the lid to peek inside and see what it might contain. Nestled within, on a bed of rosy cotton wool, was a small drawstring bag made of pale blue velvet. It looked old, but very gently worn. Before she even knew what she was doing, Pakunoda had reverently plucked it from its nest, tugging at the blue ropes to divest the bag of its contents.

Into her waiting hands fell a ring. Pakunoda knew enough about jewelry to tell that it was likely several decades old from the style of the setting, and that the oval-cut gem in its center was a true, colorless diamond. The gold had been carefully cleaned, although not professionally, and it had likely changed owners several times due to the wear.

It was when she turned the ring over with her finger that she recognized it, because memory after memory began flooding back to her.

“Hey Paku, with this ring…can we get married?”

“You can’t just ask that out of nowhere! What kind of question is that?”

“I’m not joking around! I really love you, Paku! So we should get married!”

Her breath caught in her throat. The ring that Chrollo had found when they were children, rooting around in one of their routine sweeps of garbage deliveries. A real diamond engagement ring, worth more than their young minds could have comprehended. Chrollo could have sold it, ensuring that he’d have nutritious food and steady shelter for years. 

And yet, he’d kept it. Why?

Her heart in her throat, Pakunoda marched into the living room. “Chrollo,” she rasped as soon as she caught sight of him stretched out on the couch. He glanced up at her, quizzically, then immediately shut his book after fully taking in her stunned expression. She held the ring up, daring her fingers not to tremble, as one would brandish a lantern in a dark and unknown forest. Chrollo looked at the ring silently, then lifted his eyes to hers.

“Why did you keep this? After all this time?” She pressed him, mustering every nerve to keep her voice even. Did she dare?

He leaned against the arm of the couch, those storm-gray eyes looking through the depths of her eyes, straight into her. She read memories, Chrollo read souls. “Your specific response to me was, and I quote, ‘If you’re being serious, then sure. We can get married…when we’re older.’ I was serious, Paku. And I’m sure you were, too.” A teasing smirk played on his lips. “I’ve been waiting for you to decide when we’re old enough. I’m a patient man, so I haven’t minded in the least.”

Her breath caught in her throat. Pakunoda hadn’t forgotten about that promise; there was simply no way she could have. “When you said…you said you were just messing with me, and I figured you meant the proposal. You never brought it up again.” Her heart was pounding so loudly that he must hear it. Could he feel it, trembling within her ribcage? Could he see her soul, shaken to its core? Could he taste the hope and desire, thick upon her tongue?

“Because I thought the matter had been settled,” Chrollo said gently. “Paku, after all these years, all the times you’ve held me, you never realized that I meant I was messing around about marrying you as children instead of waiting until adulthood? I thought my memories would have made it clear,” he told her as he stood up and tossed book and blankets to the side, “that I’ve always been yours, Pakunoda. I’ve been waiting until you felt it was the right time to proclaim it to the world.”

“Then why not now?” Pakunoda blurted. “Why not today? Let’s not wait any longer. Will you take me as I am, Chrollo Lucilfer?” She’d waited nearly two decades, after all. Content to have what he’d offered her, but never ask for more. She might have been foolish to never press the issue, never ask once for a clarification, but more the fool he for never asking when she might have been ready. They deserved each other, she concluded.

Chrollo stepped towards her, slipping her into his arms ever so slowly and gently, the way he cradled the priceless artifacts they plundered. Only this one was offered to him willingly, something far more valuable than mere gold or jewels. “I’m not objecting, but don’t you want to get married in front of our friends?” Chrollo teased her, arching one perfect ebony brow in amusement.

“We’ll have a party later with all of them,” she told him. “They can cry and sing to their heart’s content, with enough champagne to float a ship. But let me have here and now, a moment shared with no one but ourselves. Today is for making up for all of our lost time.”

He leaned in, lips grazing against the lobe of her ear. “Fair enough,” Chrollo whispered, sending shivers down her spine. “But let me correct you on one thing, Paku. None of this time has been lost or wasted. Because as delicious as it is to finally have you say what I’ve yearned to hear…the anticipation has been just as sweet.”

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a man who makes things grow! 🌻

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meteor city

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