#twizzler & front♡

[betasuppe]

Rinzler gets a-spookled when he realizes Flint is NOT at ALL joking when he keeps saying he loves him tons & tons & tons.

[rinzler-smoocher]

Feeling helpless & like shit. Have another Flint x Rinz set up because I have nothing else going on for me but making slightly altered AUs lol

Flint is taken as Clu's "bride" though he's more of just the Luminary's pet on a leash. Rinzler is his body guard and tuens into Flint's only friend. Things change from there.

Learning of Clu's plans for insurrection against Flynn, Flint attempts to find his allies and escape with his fellow user outside of the Grid, but his escape is interrupted by Clu and his forces. Flint's captured and dragged off, totally isolated from the world outside as Clu makes his move...

Now, since the Grid has finally begun settling after Clu's violent coming to power, Flint is still trapped within the program's vile clutches. He's had his admin privileges taken away, his identity disc & batons & weapons stored under lock & key, and has been made into Clu's special pet.

Flint's begrudgingly dragged around from event to event to showcase just how far the almighty users have fallen, taunting Flynn to come out of hiding to rescue his old ally. But, no one ever shows.

Depressed & distressed beyond belief, Flint has become nothing but a pretty piece of arm candy for Clu & a point of mockery from the digital civilization in which he's now a prisoner. He went from being a spunky ball of spitfire, trying to break away from Clu & save himself from his own dilemma, but after having his spirit broken by the all-powerful luminary, Flint's given up. He has guards constantly watching him at all times, unless he's cowering alone in his opulent prison chamber. He has no privacy beyond when he's locked in his room after Clu is done with Flint for the evening.

He is truly alone. He has nothing. And he has no one.

After trying something new to take his own life when he was locked in his own room for rest one cycle with no one watching ovwr his every breath - though he was interrupted before being able to finally inflict the deady strike with the sharpened implement he crafted by hand -, Clu realizes his pretty little pet needs a security presence at all times. And considering the Grid is [mostly] secure in his new leadership, Clu donates his head enforcer to watching over his favorite prisoner of war that he's taken to be his other half.

Rinzler has been bored with all the nothing going on & found little excitement in his day to day duties, except when he's thrown into the games to take out some last remaining beacons of "hope" that still remain after the users have been defeated. As Clu's bloody right hand, it'd a no-brainer that Rinz is assigned to be Flint's bodyguard.

At this point, Flint hasn't left his bed in days, has refused to imbibe any energy and is basically trying to exhaust himself and pursuade his body to give in to natural death. He's been humiliated & is ashamed of what he's become at Clu's demand, a pawn in his game to win over the Grid and a toy for the lookalike program to torture any way he wants whenever he so feels.

Upon Clu's introduction to the looming force standing at Flint's bedside, Rinz is commanded to keep the user alive by any means necessary. To force him to take energy, to not be able to take his own life, and not allow harm from any others to come his way either.

It's basic commands & easy enough to follow, so when Clu leaves them, locking both user & beast in the room together, that's when Rinz realizes what a handful he has with Flint.

Despite being exhausted and nearly on death's door, Flint is argumentative & difficult, fighting against Rinz in any way possible and refusing to leave the confines of his bed. When, after a particularly cruel force of strength to just force energy down his throat, Flint gets ill &, through gasping breaths & sobs as the bright blue liquid pours back from his mouth, Flint asks Rinz to either kill him now or leave him alone. The program is... somehow shaken and steps backwards, having broken one of the basic lines of protocol embedded in his code.

《Do not cause harm to the user.》

Rinzler draws away for the remaining part of the night cycle, with some unknown process running deep within his programming, & watches & waits as Flint fades between sleep & awakening, before...

Trying something different.

When Flint comes back into consciousness, he's weak & less snappy, but he notices right away how Rinz stands at his side, attentive & almost deep in thought as the user shuffles into an upright position. Rinzler tilts his head, as if asking a question, before offering a glass of energy. No fighting, no aggression, just a simple gesture after all this time of being crushed in Clu's tight grip.... Flint accepts it & studies Rinzler carefully all the while.

What starts out as Flint just bearing with Rinzler's company at every moment of time, turns into quiet companionship. After that one time of forcing liquid down Flint's throat, Rinzler stays far from attempting any more actions of violence. His very nature demands carnage and destruction, but some overriding line within his very being holds him fast, keeps him calm, and makes the beast enjoy the peace.

Flint starts talking to his silent guard about everything and anything. Rinzler isn't capable of returning words, bit he listens attentively as Flint tells his life story or about the comic collection he has at home - and will probably never see again - or of visiting his family abroad and wishing he never left his homeland.

Truly, Flint has no way of knowing if the monster actually understands him or if he's listening, but for a change, to have someone not violently force Flint to do something against his own will, it's refreshing and nice. He absolutely sees the deadly assassin as his closest ally.

But

One night after Clu throws the user carelessly back to Rinzler's watch late in the night cycle, Flint is weeping & appears wounded, though he bears no visible injuries. Whatever it was was that caused this was something dreadfully serious & made a fire burn hatefully in Rinzler's data, but he can't process what may have occurred. Still, he needs to care for his ward.

When the door shuts in on them, locking them in Flint's gilded cage, the user falls against the program, sobbing & clutching onto his armor plating. It's as natural as drawing his disc to fight that Rinz finds himself holding onto the user until the worst of his tears subside. He eventually guides Flint to his bedding, but he ardently refuses to lay down unless Rinzler will join him.

Confused, Rinz acquiesces and finds in no time at all, the user is quietly snoring in his hold.

Rinz never finds out what exactly Clu did to Flint that night, but it eats at him for cycles on.

Things naturally develop further from there. Flint & Rinzler bond & become closer & closer in their private shared prison. Clu only sees a happier "bride" and his loyal enforcer. During games when Rinz competes, Flint is at the edge of his seat, breathing sharply with each erratic move his friend makes, and finds himself breathless when Rinz turns his way at the end of each game as if to say "Yes, I'm still here."

Eventually, things change. Whether snapping from realizing what his leader had been doing to his user, or by suddenly coming to grips with how much the user means to him, but either way, Rinz's claws and discs are engaged and ready to chop Clu into tiny bits.

But, as ready & primed as he was to kill, Rinz was too late.

Suddenly catching a spike of fear that only came to him when Flint was in danger, Rinzler raced down the hallways until he mowed down the guards positioned at Clu's throne room & burst inside to find...

Flint sitting on the ground & holding Clu's identity disc. His eyes are tearing up, he has a bruise across his cheek, and his suit is rippex and torn in multiple areas with burning cuts going through his flesh while he sits calmly among golden pixilated voxels, scattered over the ground. His eyes seem empty but his mouth quirks into a smile as he docks Clu's disc.

"It's done," Flint said firmly. "Let's get the hell out of here."

[betasuppe]

LOOK AT THEMMM LOOK AT MY BOYS MY BOYS MY BOYS!!!♡♡♡♡♡♡

Sammyyyyyy!!!!!! Never have they looked so perfect & absolutely precious!!! From holding one another with such adoration to lil dragon Flint just being the cutest lil nuisance & burrowing into his bf's clothing & being a total cat vibed creechur, I'm just overJOYYYED!

Thank you so so so much mate for this treat to my eyes & soul! I'm all toasty warm inside & sunbeams & I'll be keeping this open on my phone allllllllll day to keep staring at these cuties omgggggg 😭💕😭💕😭💕😭💕😭💕😭💕💕💕💕

a page of goobers for @betasuppe of his OCs Flint and Rinn!! they're really cute

[shybunnie20]

Eight Years - Eddie Munson x Reader | One Shot

★My Masterlist

Summary: Your visit to Hawkins after moving away many years ago brings back good memories as well as the hurt you've endured from losing your best friend.

Author's Note: Angst, not a happy ending (for Eddie). AU with no Upside Down. No use of Y/N. Be sure to reblog, follow, and show some love ♡ My fluffy pieces don't do well in terms of traction so I went all-out angst with this one. ps. gender neutral!

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: Includes swearing, mentions of drunk behavior and alcohol, anxiety and overstimulation, trauma, food/eating(vaguely).

tags: @protecteddiemunson4vr

It feels a little odd being back in what used to be “home” after all these years.

Unsurprisingly, things don’t look all that different despite it having been just shy of a decade since you were here last. It feels foreign but familiar. Steve jokes that Hawkins is the gutter of the Midwest. That it’s a grate that traps the town folk in life’s plentiful misfortunes.

As a twelve year old you didn’t know how dumpy Hawkins was, but it's apparent now. As you drive past Forest Hills Trailer Park your stomach twists into knots. Seeing your old stomping grounds brings an unpleasant feeling of sentimentality.

Over the years you’ve become good friends with Harrington and Buckley, mostly through writing letters and postcards. On one of the road trips Steve took to visit you, he brought Robin along and you’ve been close ever since. Not to mention you’ve spent plenty of late nights giggling with Robin over the phone. They felt like long-distance sleepovers.

Steve stands behind the kitchen island, chopping vegetables and preparing dinner for the three of you. “Hey, bub. Mind running to rent some movies for tonight? You can take Ruby.” He hesitates, holding the car keys away when you reach for them. “Be careful, please? If she comes back with so much as a scratch, your ass is grass. And by that I mean you’ll be sleeping in the front yard.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You roll your eyes and snatch the keys from his clutch. “Your precious car will return untouched. Cross my heart.” You mark an X over your chest for dramatic effect.

Robin shouts from the living room as you head out the front door. “Can you get The Breakfast Club? Oh! And some Twizzlers? Thanks, doll!”

The Family Video store opened some years after you’d left. Despite Steve’s incredibly vague directions, you luckily find your way.

The lights in the window of the tobacco shop pulse brightly, blinding you a bit as you park against the curb in the mostly empty lot. You hop out of the car and stroll inside Family Video to grab the requested items, putting them on Steve’s tab.

When you’re about to open the car door to leave, you freeze in place. Your eyes catch a silhouette that’s outlined by the striking lights. The figure shuffles and stamps out a cigarette on the bricks of the building.

Their stance is as stiff as a board, a posture you’d recognize anywhere.

“Munson?”

Eddie whips around to see who called his name, his jaw falling open in disbelief. He hardly recognizes you considering that you’re a young adult now. “No way. Wha-are you shitting me?”

You practically run into his arms and he embraces you, your feet lifting off of the ground. “I’ll be damned!” He beams while letting you down but keeping you at arm's length. “Jesus-look at you! You’re so-” Developed, he thought.

You're smiling so wide that your cheeks ache. “Me? Oh my god, no. Look at you! Look at all this hair!” You chuckle, twirling one of his frizzy curls around your finger.

He typically doesn't let people touch his hair but he doesn’t mind at the moment. “What, expected the buzzed watermelon look?”

“Your head was always melon-sized, you’re right about that.” You chuckle. “It’s surprisingly soft.” You spoke too soon. He hisses at your finger catching a knot, so you gently brush through it with your fingers.

Eddie’s eyes study you, his heart thumping painfully. He’s overwhelmed by your presence and his palms start to sweat. The conversation progressed quickly, the two of you fondly recalling the old days. You hold onto his bicep while you laugh about pranking your neighbors with firecrackers and hanging out at the bakery you frequented together. You remember how he’d always get jelly on his face from the doughnuts.

Considering you lived a few trailers down, becoming friends was a no-brainer. He was never much of a daredevil but he loved getting a rush with you in the sleepy town, you felt no different. Shenanigans ensued and you even built a fort in the woods beside the trailer park. There was never a dull moment by your side, be it good or bad.

Most middle schoolers are self-conscious and constantly searching for validation, but not you. You never cared what other people thought of you. You were always true to yourself and unapologetically authentic. More importantly, you never judged Eddie. Your acceptance meant the world to him. From the start, you made it clear that he didn’t have to be anyone but himself around you.

He’s carried that outlook through the entirety of his school career. Always brushing off his peers’ jabs and remarks. He stood his ground and kept his friends close. Eventually, he instilled that very lesson in the freshman he took under his wings. He passed your wisdom onto them, that trying to be someone you’re not isn’t worth it in the long run. 

You tilt your head at him. “I’m surprised to see you! I thought you’d have gotten out of here ASAP after graduating.”

Eddie is ashamed and doesn’t want to admit to graduating only four months ago. He shrugs, “Uh-yeah. Gotta stick around for Wayne, y’know?” It’s the best lie he could think of on the spot.

His wristwatch beeps, signaling the new hour. You take his wrist into your hand and look at the time. “Oh, shit. I should get going.” You sigh, wanting to be back in a timely manner so as not to worry Steve and Robin.

After swinging the car door open and plopping into the driver’s seat, you yell out of the rolled-down window. “See you around!”

Eddie hollers. “Wait!” Before he could say anything else you’ve pulled away and driven out of the parking lot. His mind races with your last sentence hanging in the air. See you around.

Once you get back to Steve’s the three of you enjoy dinner while watching the movie. Initially, Steve scoffed at having to watch it again but he wasn’t going to get Robin revved up about its impactful societal commentary.

You’re giddy and cheerful the remainder of the evening until the movie got to the part where Andrew Clark says to John Bender, “If you disappeared forever it wouldn’t make any difference. You may as well not even exist…”

That’s when it dawns on you. It was on purpose.

It’s been four days since running into Eddie. Because you’re staying with Steve, you’re obligated to be at his Halloween party, given it’s being held at his house. You put on your best “I’m social and parties are delightful” attitude because you know Steve is looking forward to introducing you to the rest of his friends.

The afternoon was spent putting the finishing touches on the decorations. Steve is visibly eager to have his gaggle of pals together for a night of spooky festivities.

Robin arrives with Tupperware stacked in her arms, full of creepy goodies she made herself. Cookies that resemble witch fingers, candy corn-colored Rice Krispie treats, and caramel popcorn balls.

Music blares from the stereo in the living room. You’re seated on the couch talking with Steve who’s leaning against the fireplace mantel that’s strung with faux cobwebs. Eddie strides through the front door with a case of beer balancing on his shoulder.

Eddie isn’t used to attending parties for fun. Usually, he goes to make money off of teens who are too plastered to bargain a reasonable price for weak bud. He pretends to hate costumes but the geek in him secretly loves dressing up.

“You both came as zombies?” Steve groans. “How creative.”

Dustin wraps his arms around Eddie’s torso, hugging him so tightly that Eddie groans in discomfort.

You turn to see who Steve is addressing and Eddie looks at you with an indiscernible look in his eyes. He can’t believe it. Not only are you here, but you’re both dressed as Eddie the Head from The Number of The Beast album. It’s a fairly simple costume, a white t-shirt with jeans and a little makeup, but it makes his chest throb in adoration for your shared interest in music.

You don’t look at him for long. Instead, you flash him a polite grin and turn back to Steve, continuing the conversation. Eddie was expecting you to run into his arms like before but you remained seated. A shockwave of dread jolts through his extremities. He knows you’ve got a bone to pick with him for what he did.

Later during the party, you find yourself in the kitchen chatting with Steve, Robin, and Nancy while the youngsters are hanging out in the living room. The heated debate about whether trail mix should contain peanuts or not lacks your participation. You’re more so listening than contributing. You lean against the counter, quietly snapping your fingers at your side. You’ve been doing well so far but you’re starting to feel anxious because your social battery is running low.

Eddie walks into the room and recognizes your nervous habit immediately. He recalls how you get overstimulated by loud music and commotion. The freshman running through the kitchen, shouting and laughing puts you further on edge.

Eddie can tell you must’ve never found someone who loved you enough to teach you how to cope like he’d hoped would happen. It makes his heart heavy knowing you’re still dealing with anxiety after all these years. It makes him wonder how often you must’ve needed him and he wasn’t there for you. He thought removing himself from your life was in your best interest. He assumed you’d be off doing bigger and better things without him in the way. Somehow he failed to realize how much he hurt you.

You were always there for him. Especially the afternoon that the two of you were reading Lord of the Rings in your fort in the woods. Shouting rumbled off in the distance. Both of you got to your feet and walked a few steps to the tree line to see what the racket was.

Earl Munson, Eddie’s father, had shown up unannounced and belligerently drunk.

“Fuckin’... fuckin’ good for nothing son of a bitch!” Earl roared.

Wayne could be heard yelling back at him. “Cops will be here any minute, you better… don’t you swing on me! Motherfu- drunk bastard!”

You clung to Eddie and he held onto you twice as tightly. Watching his deadbeat father behave erratically wasn’t something that was easy to look away from. Chief Hopper and another deputy showed up quickly due to there being a warrant out for Earl. He intensely resisted arrest, making one hell of a scene. Eddie cried that day, and you’re still the only one who knows about it.

“Here, c’mon. Let’s go outside.” Eddie whispers, gently taking your hand and guiding you outside to the back porch. He knows you need fresh air. Generally, he’s ecstatic to finally get you alone after watching you all night but he’s unnerved about the inevitable conversation about to unfold.

“So-uh.” He rubs his hands nervously, conveniently generating heat to fight the evening autumn breeze.

"Now you wanna talk? So fitting." The feelings of abandonment threaten your composure. “I tried calling, y’know. Quite a few times, actually.” You cross your arms in anticipation of whatever excuses he’s going to give.

Eddie avoids eye contact and shifts his weight between the balls of his feet. Struggling to find the right words to explain. “Sometimes… I think it’s just easier for people if I’m not around. I figured I’d do you a favor.”

A favor. Your breathing quakes as the words reverberate in your mind, the remaining anxiety pushing you over the edge into bitterness. He wasn’t busy and his phone number hadn’t changed. He meant to do it.

At the time, it was obvious to him that you were a force to be reckoned with. You’d been lucky enough to get out of Hawkins and he didn’t want to hold you back. He knew you’d conquer the world while chasing your dreams.

“You intentionally ignored me. That’s what you’re saying?” Tears roll down your cheeks but you keep your expression as neutral as possible. “That’s it, huh? You decided you were done with me?”

“No!” His eyes meet yours with bold intensity. “I said I would never let you go. I pinky promised, matter of fact. I never let go. There wasn’t a single fucking day that went by that I didn’t think about you.”

“Oh? And not a single day did you call me, or write me!” You huff. “Eight years, Ed! Eight whole fucking years.” Your face is glowing red with frustration. “You made me question myself and my worth. You made me feel like I did something wrong.”

The ache in your chest comes back stronger than ever, thinking about all of the nights you spent curled up in your bed with tears pooling under your eyes. You felt so alone without your best friend by your side. Eddie assumed you were adjusting to your new life, but you were suffering. As time went on, you managed. Except, the only thing ignoring you did was teach you how to live without him.

Eddie’s own tears begin to fall, guilt burying him beneath the earth’s surface. He feels like he’s suffocating, soil clouding his lungs as he watches your expression break while reliving the betrayal. “I-I love you.” It’s all he can muster, his tone sounds remorseful despite not actively apologizing.

“Don’t! Don’t you dare.” You snap at him while wiping your cheeks roughly. Putting your walls back up and braving forward. “If you loved me you wouldn’t have vanished. You don’t… you don’t abandon someone that you love.”

Eddie does love you. But at this point, it doesn’t matter. The damage has been done.

“Just let me explain, please.” He sobs and reaches for your hands. Even though he used his pain as an excuse to justify hurting you, he is sincerely penitent.

You let him take one of your hands into his large palms. His grip is trembling. He’s coming apart at the seams.

“No need.” You fixate your gaze on his fingers mindlessly stroking yours. “If anything I should thank you.”

Eddie’s eyebrows knit together in confusion, his eyes closely watching your mouth as if he could see the words falling from your lips.

With a deep breath, you meet his gaze and continue. “I learned the difference between being patient and wasting my time. Day after day I sat by the phone and waited. That was a waste of time. You taught me that.”

Eddie sniffles loudly, letting your words sink into his skin with the sting of the pain they harbor. “I won’t fuck up this time, okay? Give me another chance, please.”

You ignore his plea. You can’t trust that he won’t do the same thing again. “Ed, I won’t forget what we had, you made that time in my life so special.” You begin to withdraw your hand.

He stops your fingers from slipping through his. “Please- just. Don’t regret me.”

You flash him an unconvincing grin and avert your eyes before turning and disappearing back into the house. He doesn't see you for the rest of the night. The look you gave him was your goodbye, and it was the final one.

After driving home once the party is over, he sits in his van and cries harder than he has in years.

Eddie was wrong about you not needing him back then, but you sure as hell don’t need him now.

★My Masterlist

★Ko-fi ♡

[betasuppe]

First night together uwu

[betasuppe]

Did I really delete one of my favorite messy lifeless drawings I'd ever done of my two beloved goofs from my blog AGAIN???

...

Yeah, I guess I did.

[betasuppe]

UAAAAAAAAAAA!!

It's them! My boyos looking as ABSOLUTELY AS CUTE AS CAN BE♡♡♡

I'm in lofe, I'm gonna put them in my pocket & keep them with me everywhere I go♡

Legitimately love this to pieces, thank you so very much, mate!♡♡♡

two animal crossing style commissions for @betasuppe !! flint and rinzler practicing w/ rinzler's disc's :3c

interested in a discounted AC style commission? check out info here!

[betasuppe]

It's fine, I'll get by...

I just have to keep reminding myself:

he wasn't real anyway.

[betasuppe]

072481 TRON-JA-307020 data recovery in progress....

Please wait... system proccessing...

[betasuppe]

Part of my new phone lock screen for myself, ft a very lovestruck Flint & his guys squishing him in a hug♡♡♡

[betasuppe]

This was quite fun!! :D Thanks for the tag, Ro♡

Here's my guy Flint & as for some facts about him...

His story takes place in 1999, just at the turn of the millennium.

Transguy who was fully accepted by his family after coming out. His name was taken from his paternal grandfather, Seong-gi, who was his idol growing up.

Bleached his hair trying to look like popular blonde boy bands of the time... instead wound up with extremely bright orange hair & liked the look of it a lot so just kept it that way lol

Always dreamed of being the hero of his own video game, but felt like the meager side kick more than anything. Drafted a game where this was all flipped and there was a knight in blue shining armor that was his romantic partner and... he dropped it eventually since it was "too unrealistic."

Doritos & Crystal Pepsi was his JAM. Ever since they pulled the drink off the market, he's never forgiven Pepsi for killing it off...

And here! Tagging @evecolourshock @wolfjackle @insanely-creative-things @greensword101 & anyone else who'd like to give this a go for your own OC! :D

another tag game 🫨 please don’t flop omg i’d be so embarrassed

make your oc using this link + tell me 3-5 facts about them 🫵🫵🫵

this is vivienne, my first redacted audio oc and i love her too much :) i made her look so damn old here wth

she was a water elemental, turned vamp

she has a twin sister named giselle

she’s a beauty/makeup artist

she has a hyena named quinn and cat named rose :3

she luvs the smell of wood

@breezysuffers @capitalisticveins @porters-fangs @porters-fangs @dukecollinsbf @infinitelovewiithoutfulfilmentt @int3rtwiningh3artstrings @mokozroach @vind3miat0r @skunkox-art @pagesupinflames @ilovealotofwomen @xdolls-crownx @paythesmith @ashertickler @youeverjustseeadog @yournewmusictaste @miyaheestar @laskosprettygirl /nf

[betasuppe]

It didn't take much for me to be absolutely stupid in love with you♡~

[betasuppe]

For uh. Reasons... Do you think. That if program's had some sort of ritual they followed to be bonded for their lifetimes [following after user rituals like marriage, of course], would they either follow the same tradition of adding some sort of circuitry around their fingers? Or otherwise adopt a portion of their other half's more distinct circuitry work???

[betasuppe]

Once upon a time, I threw out a post about how Flint & Tron created a closwd circuit instant messenger to shoot thoughts to one another back n forth between the Grid & irl.

After Clu's overtaking of the Grid & Tron getting rectified, Tron shows as being permanently offline in the chat.

But, even so, while stuck outside the system and trying desperately to reach back out to his program, Flint sends messages out here & there... but he never hears back from Tron, so Flint assumes the worst.

One day, Flint goes online to send off a daily message to Tron, telling the program how much he misses him & wishes he was here, but... stops half way when he realizes that Tron's status shows as being ONLINE.

After finally FINALLY getting a sign Tron is alive, Flint grabs a sweater & his set of keys to Flynn's Arcade before rushing out of his apartment to Tron's rescue.

... & unbeknownst to Flint, the whole time, Rinzler was receiving the messages as pop ups in his visual display. On a regular basis, catching "I really miss you," or "I'm thinking about you & hope you're ok."

Odd thing for a guy who has no one & nothing, but only one of the few nice things that come about each daily cycle, so Rinzler hopes desperately they never fade away.

[betasuppe]

☆Quick Palette Comms!☆

Available slots:

1. CLOSED!

2. CLOSED!

3. OPEN!

Payroll docked me a full day & a half's pay because my report's admin absolutely sucks at their job & screwed me over, so I really need to make just about 150$ to keep from dropping into the red in my bank account, until I can get this paid back on my upcoming check.

I don't have the time to do full comms at the moment, but because I'm in a tough space, I'm again going to be offering some limited time palette comms from today until Wednesday 12/13 for anyone who makes a donation of a certain amount.

For 25$+, I'll do cute chibis & 45$+, I'll do a more serious style,with some examples of Flint & Rinn below! I'll have the palettes I'm using at the bottom of the post...

If youd like multiple characters in one drawing, it'll be a bit more & if you want something more detailed or a fuller comm, just say the word & we'll talk from there.

Anyways, please just let me know if you're interested & anything & everything helps... Thanks a million, all, much much love to ya♡♡♡

Please message me if you have any questions & again, thanks as always for your time & help, you guys!♡♡♡

[betasuppe]

I wonder if when Rinzler was left in a moment of pure silence all alone before a disc battle that his thoughts might've wandered out far beyond the reaches of his reality, missing something or someone he didn't even know existed.