#THIS IS WANT I WANT IN OTPS OK

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

hey op how dare

you've threaded the needle of s1 chaggie i think

Charlie’s growth from answering only exactly what Vaggie says “You didn’t fail me!” “You do so much-”

to Charlie reactively choosing words that share the weight of the hotel after realizing Vaggie’s feeling a lot of pressure “We work as a team” “We’ll figure it out. Together”

then Charlie proactively picking a specific word, even when things are going good, for who she sees Vaggie as in general “My partner”

She is noticing something’s wrong and trying to say things that tell Vaggie it’s okay, but at the same time she’s saying these things in connection to hotel stuff and Vaggie having done something to help their hotel.

Which feeds right into Vaggie's “If I can’t help you what’s the point of me?” lack of self, warping protecting Charlie into protecting Charlie even from Vaggie's own pain and problems, even when Charlie is right there trying to reach out to her.

It doesn't matter that Charlie calls them a team or says they'll work it out together, all Vaggie sees is her trust building activity actually having good result in the end and how happy that made Charlie and everyone. She doesn't notice, or brushes off, how sad Charlie looked even with the hazbin's getting along, before Vaggie came back.

Vaggie is shown being more important to Charlie than the hotel but Vaggie doesn't see that.

Being introduced to her girlfriend's dad as "my partner" catches her by surprise, but this is after she helped Charlie invite Lucifer here in the first place, so it still fits.

Charlie asks her to come to heaven and instead of the word partner being used as a chance for Vaggie to say something outright, even just a flat 'I'm not comfortable with this' or 'I don't want to', for her it's a guilty reminder of Charlie needing her and of Charlie trusting her and how much she wants to earn that, so she caves in like always, finding an excuse to push her own stuff down and focus on Charlie and the hotel.

And Charlie's still only paying attention to what Vaggie actually says- like you say- no amount of uncomfortable body language or pathetic attempts at coming up with an excuse not to go to heaven registers with Charlie as long as Vaggie says “Fine” in the end.

Because if Vaggie says it then Vaggie must mean it, right?

Vaggie visibly cracking and barely holding herself together on the roof, saying "I’d- I’d like to be alone for a minute" as she pushes Charlie away, so Charlie stops trying to reach out and leaves her alone.

She hurts when Vaggie is sad and wants to help Vaggie, but the only way Vaggie ever says Charlie can help her is by, not helping her. Which doesn't work for either of them.

So Charlie tries, but her verbal efforts always come paired with actions that undercut her meaning with the words for Vaggie. And Vaggie keeps painting over her actual actions and reactions with words that hide how she’s really feeling from Charlie.

It takes Rosie saying straight out that words aren’t what matters most for Charlie to start really unpeeling her and Vaggie’s relationship. The idea that Vaggie might be saying more with her actions than with what she does or doesn't tell Charlie, and that she might feel she needs redeeming.

Once Charlie has that framework she quickly can shuck off the current layer of fear.

The Exorcist thing is an after thought, Charlie's anger and hurt is over the unspoken lie and the potentially devastating thought that if Vaggie could lie about one important thing to her, then maybe Charlie's one constant support, the woman who's been her closest family for the last few years, could be lying about loving Charlie too.

But that’s not what Vaggie’s actions say, and the moment Charlie can see that is the moment her anger and hurt go away.

We get to see Charlie try out a whole new way of connecting with the woman she loves, after a lot of trial and error and really painfully avoidable failure.

She uses actions instead of words when she meets Vaggie at the gate, in episode 7.

"I got you a souvenir from Cannibal Town!" while showing she was thinking of Vaggie when they were apart, before she had ANY idea if Vaggie would be coming back successful from her trip to Carmilla's.

“The wings are new. They look nice~” while casually touching Vaggie’s angel wings, just a normal, slightly flirty compliment like if Vaggie had shown up with a new haircut, like her wings change how she looks but don’t change her.

“Come on. Let’s go home” while holding Vaggie close, making it clear this is them going to their home together.

Charlie doesn't do what she did in ep 3 here. Aside from not wanting or letting Vaggie apologize, she throws out the whole old script, she doesn't answer anything Vaggie said or use words to say what she really means. She just shows Vaggie she isn't mad and was missing her. She's just calm and casual and interested in Vaggie's wings. She wants to be with Vaggie in their home.

Does she have any idea how self-destructive Vaggie's form of self-sacrificing love really was and still mostly is?

No.

The one time she glimpsed it, in ep 3, Vaggie's later words framed it as a short term situational problem "I’m sorry I got so crazy today-” and back then Charlie was still only paying attention to the words. Charlie knows Vaggie can have terrible thoughts on bad days, she doesn't yet get that those thoughts are driving most of Vaggie's actions every single day.

At the same time, thanks to her own talk with Carmilla, Vaggie's understanding of what it even means to protect the ones she loves has also shifted by the end of season 1.

Carmilla gave her pointers on how to not fight like the Exorcist she used to be. Exorcists never bother with self defense and it got one of them killed, so Carmilla's advice boiled down to don't be out for hate or revenge, focus on love and protecting the people you love.

Which for someone who judges and hates herself as much as Vaggie does, means putting her own self loathing on the back burner. She's very careful about protecting herself in her fight with Lute and it's probably what lets her come out of the fight alive. She fought for herself with everything she had then and there so she could be around for Charlie later on.

It's not the same as not hating herself, but it's a more realistic version of being someone's armor. It involves also looking after herself a little.

Season 1 gives Chaggie the tools they need to have a conversation in the future, or more like, the tools to get to the point where they both realize there IS a conversation they need and want to have.

The irony that the biggest thing Vaggie does for Charlie is just hold her hand during a phone call, that she hears Charlie call her "partner", she sees Charlie lose all hope and faith in herself the moment their relationship gets undercut, the irony that Vaggie can come find sad Charlie and see her hopeless and help her feel better but Charlie isn't allowed to do that for her even though she tries and she WANTS to, and Vaggie still can't see what Charlie has been telling her this whole time.

All Charlie needs from Vaggie is Vaggie. She doesn't want protection from Vaggie's secrets or bad days, she wants to see them too. And that's, ironically, the one thing in the entire season that Vaggie's been too scared to give her.

So far, anyway. Maybe that's already started to change.

OR they can spend the next 300 years exactly like this. it is SO delicious

charlie's low empathy/high sympathy desperation to help people without ever really understanding WHY they feel the way they do + vaggie's complex about needing to be useful to the people she loves or else she's worthless = charlie completely mistaking vaggie's self-sacrifical behavior for an expression of love and not the trauma response that it is, because all she's grasping are the literal words out of vaggie's mouth and not the alarming nuances of terrified self-hatred lurking underneath

[nobleriver]

The Doctor and River Song + Being A Besotted Old Married Couple

I’m all yours, Sweetie.  Only River Song gets to call me that.

Bonus:

[butyouaremymess]

And I know in my heart hurt people hurt people

[leopardmuffinxo]

It's the horns. They drive me mad.

[citroncynique]

"Marie Cardona was a colleague from my former place of employment, whom I'd had a thing for at the time. She did too. I think."

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(a self indulgent redraw of this panel from wotakoi hhhh marie/meursault i love you so much)

[mirensiart]

Ok so, I know I said I'm a multishipper and that I don't really mind seeing my fave characters in different ships or seeing them with different dynamics (like platonic or romantic, etc)

But the ONE ship I just like, feel physical pain over the idea of them being separated is mòrag×brighid from xenoblade 2 cause like

Without going into detail over xc2's plot but like, brighid is a weapon and a sentient being (like fi from skyward sword) and she is soul bonded to her wielder, mòrag

If mòrag dies, brighid "dies" too, as in she goes back to her weapon state to sleep until a new master arrives

Anyway like brighid saying this???

Like look at them I am clawing at the walls of my enclosure

OOOUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHH MORAGHID MY BELOVED

They're the only exception to the rule if they're separated I will DIE

[idlesuperstar]

My. Sounds like a love story.

[yeyayeya]

I am legit sobbing over this images I AM NOT OKAY

When a ship takes over my life that even just seeing the actors together makes me feel so many things

Context: This are the live actions actors for Quan Yizhen and Yin Yu. The one with the hat in the first pic and glasses in the second one is Yin Yu’s actor (Wang Jia Yu), while the one being carried in the first and the one taking the pic in the second one is Quan Yizhen’s (Liu Zi Rui/Ray Liu)

The second pic is from Liu Zi Rui’s weibo while the first one is (from what I am assuming) a fan account for Liu Zi Rui.

Tbh, at this point I just want Eternal Faith to release just for the QuanYin crumbs. I am starving over here and just need some QuanYin content in my life.

I would also love it if any fan artists decide to draw these as QuanYin. Especially the first pic

[utilitycaster]

I don't begrudge anyone their campaign preferences, and I think there's plenty of valid reasons to like Campaign 3 the best and this is not directed at people who are genuinely having a great time with it, but it feels like virtually all the nostalgia and wishful thinking I see surrounding Campaign 3 is screaming "you guys want Campaign 2." You want more slow travel and downtime and interparty conversations and slow-burn romance? You wish their main focus was fighting governmental corruption? You want a party that only semi-settles down at the end and keeps adventuring and remains very close? You're frustrated by how everpresent and overarching the moon plot is? You miss when they were just fucking around in a city? I genuinely believe you want Campaign 2, or at best you love a specific ship or a character from Campaign 3 but aren't happy about basically anything else, and would vastly prefer the tone and events and plot of Campaign 2. And I don't really care if you watch Campaign 2, or if you think I'm being annoying here; I simply genuinely believe you'd be happier watching Campaign 2 than Campaign 3 and are so deep in a sunk cost fallacy well you can't see it.

[amoritasart]

Why do you always draw Luz with the sun and moon earings? It's a very intentional choice.

Short answer: I have Sun and Moon earrings and I think they'd look cute on her!

Long answer: Ooo so I actually have several reasons! Soo there are several design elements that are present throughout the show to represent certain characters. As you probably know I’m a huge Huntceda shipper, and Luz’s main color scheme of purple is complementary to Hunter’s yellow… plus with Luz consistently having stars decorated in her clothes, I sort of associate them with the Sun and Moon! Opposites kind of ships. It reminds me of other ships I like, like Zutara (you rise with the Moon, I rise with the Sun! )and Reylo (light and dark).

I also really like using it because the Collector’s face is that of a Sun and Moon, which remind me of Mexican folk art and artesanias (:

And finally, I think it makes her a bit distinct! I don’t really have a super consistent style…so I wanted to draw her in a way that’s always a bit familiar… I think maybe giving her those signature earrings help her stand out! So if anyone who has seen my art sees a new drawing, hopefull it will recognizable as something I drew!

[deus-ex-mona]

my brothers in crisis, what is h a p p e n i n g in the last stage mv

[starphenie]

once again posting about yvette's 5th dreamweaver

i reaaaally think yvette shouldve gotten busted for sneaking that letter. for the plot. for the drama.

[shadowphoenixrider]

Healing Hands

(After a tiring mission, Shadow helps Gambit relax. He tries not to fall deeper in love with her. Wrote this on a whim, and on a whim wrote it in present tense! Also I have to give a shout-out to the blog @cera-writes whose prompt I requested from a while back gave me considerable inspiration for this! Enjoy!)

It hurts. It hurts all over.

Magneto is hard to argue with at the best of times, and absolutely not when he's been whipped into a frenzy by whatever braindead bullshit the Friends of Humanity have been pulling this time.

The X-Men prevailed, eventually. But, like all fights against the Omega-level mutant who they understood but could not condone, it left everyone battered, bruised, and exhausted.

Even trudging down the Blackbird's ramp is a struggle, and Gambit wonders idly if he can just lie down on the floor and see about shucking out of his armour a little later.

But then he sees her.

Shadow is at her post with Beast, waiting for them to come in so she can triage and get everyone back on their feet. She's already fussing over Cyclops, who is trying to put off his treatment, as usual. It is only Beast's firm tone that gets their uptight leader to acquiesce and sit down, stripping off his glove so Shadow can begin her work.

Of the team, Gambit judges himself the least injured - Magneto had thrown him around a bit and he was going to have some very pretty bruises under his cuirass, but he'd come off a lot better than the others.

"Are you not staying to be healed, Gambit?" Storm asks as he makes his way out of the hanger.

"I'll be fine, Stormy." He replies, waving a hand loosely. "Tell her she know where to find Gambit if she's worried."

"You know she will be." Storm retorts, a slight frosty edge to her tone at the playful nickname.

Gambit's heart skips, that uncomfortable pulse through his body at the missed beat. She's right, of course. But...

"Shadow got her hands full wit Cyke and you ladies, mes amies." He says. "Ol' Gambit can wait."

And he strides out on burning legs before he can be argued out of it.

Gambit refuses to admit that he ends up regretting his decision - he insists the wait would have driven him stir crazy - but the aching pain chews up his body like a dog with a bone. It chips away at him, invading every thought he tries to have to distract himself. When he finally drops onto the bench in the locker room after stashing his bo staff, he only has enough strength to shrug his trench-coat off his shoulders. It pools on the floor with a soft hiss of fabric. He knows he should pick it up. But the fatigue has sunk into his bones, and even the thought of straightening his back to begin unlatching his cuirass feels like far, far too much effort.

He sighs deeply, wearily.

"So this is where you got to."

Shadow's voice makes his heart jump-start - a pulse of energy that makes him look up to see her entering the room. She smiles kindly at him as she crosses the tiled floor to him.

"Pain caught up with you?" She asks softly, and deep down Gambit is relieved that she isn't scolding him. There's not even a droplet of blame in her tone, and he feels his heart ache.

"Yeah." He says, too weary to nod. Shadow moves closer, guiding his head to rest against her chest - not the most comfortable of places, but it doesn't matter when he hears her heartbeat under his ear, when her fingers tangle in his hair. She's so soft, so tender to him and he wants to collapse into her like a tower of cards, wrap himself up in a gentle love that he barely remembers and still longs for.

He loops his arms loosely around her waist, trying not to entertain the hopeful thought of more with her. Her friendship is enough. It has to be.

She doesn't say anything, but he feels her presence wash under his skin like a ghost, moving through his body. She can't cure the fatigue - that's beyond her power - but she can soothe his pain and heal the bruises and welts under his armour. It doesn't lift his tiredness, but it smooths the edge off. Everything comes much easier when it doesn't hurt.

Gambit watches Shadow as she returns to herself - a blank face suddenly flickering back to life, and eyes fluttering open. He can never truly get over seeing his black and red eyes in another's face - the only visible marker of his mutation briefly a mark of hers. She blinks, and the darkness draws away into the corners and the red pulls back to reveal light blue, like the aquamarine necklace he lifted from a mob boss's arm candy, long since vanished into the black markets.

She strokes his cheek, fingers tracing over his cowl.

"Do you want a hand getting out of this?" She asks.

The dismissal is on the tip of his tongue - he's fine, he doesn't need her help. He just needs some time to be bothered, or until Cyclops or Wolverine comes in and teases or shames him into moving.

But there's something about her offer, of someone to take care of him, just this once. And he yearns for it.

"Yeah. Please."

Shadow smiles, presses a kiss to his forehead, before she moves behind him, nimble fingers finding the catches of his cuirass and releasing them in quick succession. Gambit utters a deep sigh in relief as his armour cracks open, the weight lifting off his shoulders as Shadow removes it. His undersuit is stuck to his skin with sweat, as usual, but she's seen him slick before, so there's no hesitation as she slowly peels it off his abdomen and up. The cool air on his stomach washes some of the fatigue back, sharpening his focus enough that he can shuck off his cowl, hair tumbling free in a wild mess.

Gambit leans forward to let Shadow pull the suit up and over his shoulders, head and down his arms, taking his gloves off with it. He sits for a minute, enjoying his body cooling as he watches Shadow straighten his suit out as if it was her own, laying it next to him. He should help her; he doesn't need to be waited on-

"It's okay." Her soft voice answers his unspoken words. "Save your strength for the showers. Let me help you." She drops to her knees and he stretches his legs out.

"You sure, mon amie?" He asks as she tugs his greaves off him, waves of released heat rolling up his legs. "Don' need to join me in dere if ya don' want."

"It's nothing I haven't seen before." Shadow smiles up at him, beautifully earnest, almost with an innocence he's not known for decades. His heart aches. "If that's okay with you, of course?"

He manages a rueful chuckle.

"Think Gambit's gonna say no to sharin' a shower with a beautiful woman like yaself?" He teases. "Not like it ain't anythin' I haven't seen before."

That gentle smile turns into a knowing smirk that makes his heart jump in a way he really doesn't want to fully acknowledge. It makes him want to kiss her.

"Glad to hear you're feeling a little brighter." She says, and means it. She rises back to her feet, looking him up and down, her gaze settling on his leg armour. "Want help with this, or do you want me to meet you in the showers?" She holds her hands out anyway, even though they both know she would probably struggle to help him stand.

"Gambit can handle dis." He rumbles, taking her hands even as he pushes himself to standing under his own power. He notices she plants her feet anyway. "Go ahead, petite."

She watches him for a moment, bright, sharp blue eyes trying to figure out if he's hiding something. But he isn't, so she doesn't. She nods.

"Alright. See you there."

"See ya soon, mon amie." He smiles as she slips away.

Gambit's aware now the others have joined them, and are changing around them, watching the scene play out from the corner of their eyes. He knows what they're thinking, and he doesn't care. Yes, every now and again he'll steal her away to a private room and they'll have fun together. And yes, they're also friends. No more than that.

No matter what his heart might think otherwise.

He strips down quickly now he's painless and with the thought he'll have tender company in the showers - as well as avoid the knowing, sideways glances the others keep sending him. Especially Rogue - he can't bear the sadness he can see in her eyes when she thinks no-one's looking.

Thankfully no-one says anything as he strides past - the mission had been so tiring that no-one feels up to prodding each other. He's grateful for that mercy.

There's no thoughts of getting up to anything sweaty, yet Gambit can't deny the flash of pure heat that lights him up when he sees Shadow's bare body. She's beautifully compact; curves sculpted perfectly for her short, five foot three body, yet so often hidden under soft, baggier clothes that cloak her gorgeous figure in mystery. He's not sure why, but he enjoys it. Maybe it's because he's one of the few privileged enough to know what she truly looks like. Maybe it's how she quietly rejects the pressure to look a certain way, prioritising comfort in a way that can confuse others.

She turns at his presence, her focus sharpening on him. That's the look she gets when she's on a mission or her mind's made up. A frisson dances across his skin.

"Sit." Her tone is gentle yet firm, softened further by her lopsided smile. "I won't be able to reach to do a good job if you don't." She tilts her head. "And I think you'd appreciate the sit down regardless."

"Got dat right." Gambit nods, thanking Xavier's wisdom for adding benches to the showers as he sits down, stretching his long legs out. "Ya think we can convince de Professor to spring fer baths in de rooms in the future?"

It's a joke, but Shadow actually seems to consider it.

"You'd definitely feel better after a soak." She says. "I've never been one for them, but they'd definitely be good for a post-mission rest. Especially if you've someone to run it for you."

Now she's put the idea in his head, Gambit can't help but imagine the bliss of sinking into hot water, her soft, gentle hands wiping away the stress and pain. That is the makings of Paradise, and he wavers between wanting to grasp it tightly, and knowing deep down a thief like him doesn't deserve it. That's something for Scott and Jean to enjoy. Not him.

He's grateful when the hot shock of water washes those thoughts away; he groans in relief at the heat against his sore muscles, the ones Shadow couldn't fully soothe. Gambit lets the water run down his body for a moment before he leans his head back, soaking his long hair.

Shadow's fingers card delicately through it, untangling the knots and gathering it up to cascade down his broad back. A pause, before her hands return, lathering his hair up. Gambit's eyes slide closed as her fingertips massage his scalp, and he allows himself to get lost in her hands. She claims no experience as a masseuse, and he wonders idly if her powers are granting her a boon in that regard. How easy it must be to grant such pleasure when you can listen to the body itself tell you what it needs.

Is that why she's so insistent on doting on him right now? Can she hear his body crying out for comfort? No...she'd always insisted it was physical damage she could hear, and he's inclined to believe her, with how reactive she seems to be to noise.

There's another reason, and Gambit forbids himself from travelling down that path. He cannot give himself hope, not after his and Rogue's relationship withered on the vine.

They're just friends, he and Shadow. Just friends.

Friends with benefits, maybe. But no more than that.

"Lean back." Her voice breaks through the haze of his thoughts, and he does as he's told. Shadow rinses his hair through, the suds and foam flowing softly down his body. "Do you want me to do your face?"

"I'll handle it, chère." He replies. "I start dere, you on my back, eh?"

"Sounds good." He hears the smile in her voice.

They make a good team - he washes his face and the areas that are too sensitive for her to touch, and she does everything else. He tries not to get distracted, but it's difficult. Her hands are small with long fingers, and they're both nimble and soft, only the slightest calluses on the pads of her thumbs. More will grow and harden as she continues to train with her sword, but for now her hands are still...'delicate' doesn't seem like the right word. Yes, Shadow is more fragile than the rest of them, but she doesn't carry herself that way - the kind of woman with grass-stains on her knees and bruised knuckles. She knows she can't win but she play-fights anyway, giggling madly whenever he wrestles her onto the ground.

He supposes her touch is 'delicate', then, treating him with a tenderness that he...well. He doesn't really want to admit it to himself, but he can't remember the last time he's had - and allowed - such care. Everything else has only ever been platonic, pragmatic, or the regimented passion of strangers, gone in the morning. Not...this.

Gambit braces against the sudden upswell of emotion, the longing of something he knows he cannot have - for anything Remy LeBeau wants will be taken away from him. How ironic, that the thief finds himself stolen from.

Shadow pauses, and for a moment he fears she's read his mind. Her dark brows are furrowed, eyes glittering with concern.

"Remy?" She asks quietly, almost lost in the hiss of water. "You alright?"

He plasters on that winning smile that has most falling to his feet.

"Jus' deep in thought, petite." True warmth diffuses into it as he says: "Now Gambit knows what it be like when ya wander off wit ya thoughts."

She's not buying it - she's getting too sharp for his subterfuge - but she seems to just let it go with a nod. In a way, he's grateful she never pushes him.

He stands up to let her finish his legs off, and Gambit has to stare at the pale blue tiles on the wall, least his mind start whispering of other things she could be doing down there. He's had to do that more than he'd like, actually - moments of admiring the expanses of her pale skin, decorated with brown beauty marks like someone had flicked paint on her, had been rudely interrupted by parts of him loudly remarking on how nicely her breasts fit into his hands. Or reminding him of their past encounter in here, where he'd made a fantasy reality by peeling off her suit with his teeth.

Any other time, he would be happy to indulge those thoughts and tease Shadow with them. Right now? They just made him feel ashamed and embarrassed.

"All done, Remy." Her voice breaks him from his thoughts, and his gaze shifts back to her, and the warm smile on her face. It's like a sunrise, chasing the dark thoughts away. The water droplets are clinging to the curls of her hair like dew.

"Thank you, mon ombre." He rumbles, stepping toward her. "Gambit...I needed that." Before he can think twice, he's pressing a kiss to her head.

"Thought so." She replies, wrapping an arm around his torso to give him a quick, half-hug. "I don't think I've ever seen you so exhausted. I'm sorry this'll have to do - a bath would be more relaxing."

Gambit chuckles.

"It's fine, Shadow. More den fine, actually." He gives her the warmest smile he can, pouring all of his forbidden feelings into it - the only way he can show them without making trouble for her. "Thank you."

Shadow pauses, looking at him for a long moment. Long enough that worry begins to trill in the bottom of his heart that she's noticed. But no, she just smiles back.

"You're welcome, big guy." She says affectionately, his heart skipping a beat.

Then she breezes by him to turn the water off and get their towels, and she offers to help dry him, but he sends her off. She's already done so much for him.

And a part of him fears if she keeps it up, he's going to blurt out something he's going to regret.

Gambit dries and dresses himself, and as he is retying his ponytail, a thought suddenly occurs to him.

Again, he has been stolen from. It's the most basic thief skill, the sleight of hand when your mark is distracted. When she was treating his wounds and fatigue, the healer took his heart.

A smile pulls across his lips.

He has a feeling she will keep it safe.

[kajibunny]

EEEK hai mii !! (っ⸝⸝⸝ <) i hope this is oki, but you & kaji are just the absolute cutest, so i had to doodle you two !! ^_^

teehee !! kajimii foreva !! >//< you two are absolutely precious, my new otp !! <3 m’ sending you soso much love along wif this little gift for yous, MWUAH !! :3

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the lil blushies?!?!? the cherry hairclip?!?!?!?!?! kaji looking like a precious angel?!,! the lollipop and the kiss???? the pink and green bubbles?!?!??!?!,! the beautiful pastel colors?!?!?!!, your super lovely art style!??!!,!,,! THIS IS EVERYTHING TO MEEEEEE ♥︎

NO WORDS CAN EVER DESCRIBE HOW MUCH I LOVE YOUR ART WITH ALL MY HEART AND SOUL!!!!!!!!!! ଘ(੭˃ᴗ˂)੭₊˚⊹♡ you are so immensely talented!!!! thank you thank you so much for this wonderful gift!!! YOU MADE ME SOOOO HAPPYYYYY ₊ ⊹✧˖°.

love always and forever and ever,

✿ mii ✿

[suspendingtime]

[fenharel]

i love handers so much. up there in my top ships of all time. but they also make me laugh just a little bit sometimes