I will remember this moment forever /pos
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tfw multiple authors you adore and greatly respect are saying nice things to you in the comments of the smutfic you were hella worried about
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going back to work tomorrow even though i don't remember what it's like being part of the society anymore
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Who said I can't wear my connverse with a dress.
They were suppose to be in suits but man drawing sharp suits are harderr. Very not for quick doodles for me. Hm I would really like to work on Steven more but I ran out of time in this warm up.
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After Angband, Maedhros had a complicated relationship with his hair for a long while. The thing he once used to cherish and carry with pride, inherited from the mother he had left behind, was now tainted with memories of unwanted attention and derogatory touch.
After his rescue, it had to be cut short for the sake of his recovery, and he could never quite figure out whether he was more hurt or relieved by the act. It was Fingon, during those times filled with anxiety and doubt and shame, who helped him learn to accept his own appearance again– from the stump of his right arm and the scars littered across his freckled body to the locks of copper hair, ever so slowly regrowing to their former glory.
And little by little, the lingering memories of malevolent hands harshly yanking at his scalp were replaced by the feeling of tender hands carefully braiding familiar golden ribbons into his hair, once again beloved.
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