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“To the best of your ability what is or was the color of your mother’s eyes?” - An Eagan Family Portrait 💧

Featuring: Helena, unnamed mother, Jame (unfortunately) and Helly (as a doll)

Closeups of raggedy Helly, baby Helena and unnamed mother

Update: I’ve been informed I can be graded on this if I include an analysis so here it is:

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I really do not know what’s going on in Arkanis anymore pfft

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Little quick ak!Pac thing I wrote cause I couldn't help myself. Manifesting Pac going through the horrors 🙏

Dedicated to @disfrutalakia because their posts are making me insane and so so ill :>

It's rare for Leo to let Pac’s mind wander.

There seems to always be something that needs to be done– a map to some building that needs to be drafted, a very specific material that needs to be mined, a necessary machine that needs to be fixed, a crucial gadget that needs to be tinkered on…

And if there's nothing to keep Pac's hands busy, then Leo always has something to tell him about– the map he drafted has a few errors, the Lankyas need to be hidden somewhere, your friends seem to not talk about you anymore, the memorial went uninterrupted…

If Pac thought about it, he'd guess Leo just wanted him to be useful. And in order to be useful, he needs to be busy every moment he's able to.

If Pac thought about it harder though, he'd think Leo actually cared about him.

And that thought always sent him spiraling, no matter how much the Brazilian tried to reassure himself that maybe Leo caring about him was a good thing.

Point is, Leo rarely leaves him alone or unoccupied long enough for Pac to get deep in thought.

Keyword, ‘rarely’.

Sometimes, when Leo disappears off to do whatever it is he does and Pac's body is too tired to put up a fight, Pac has no excuse to not let his mind wander.

And so, he thinks.

And thinks and thinks and thinks.

He's in the middle of washing his face in the bathroom of their little hideout. His mask and hood always leave his face sweaty and uncomfortable, so he's taken to washing his face every time he gets a moment of free time.

That's what he's doing now, washing his face and thinking.

They really don't talk about me anymore, huh?

He stares at his reflection in the mirror. The water dripping down his face makes his expression seem even sadder.

He looks tired. Even more tired than usual.

His hair is disheveled and matted thanks to his hood. There are heavy bags under his eyes and his lips are dry and cracked.

The most distinct feature, though, are his eyes.

Guaxinim once told him his eyes were like the night sky– they were like two big voids, but if you looked closely, you could see the stars shining through them.

Now, though, his eyes are dead and dull. They're grey and lack any light or life.

The stars are gone.

They didn't even bother to let me explain myself.

He runs his fingers through his hair, trying to tame his black locks into something more presentable. It's a lost cause, really, but it's all he can do.

I mean, I get it. I... killed her after all.

Pac freezes, staring at his hands through the mirror. They... they looked caked in blood. Like her blood he saw pooled around him that day.

Pac panics, opening the faucet again and turning the water on. He washes his hands frantically, rubbing them raw as he scrubs and scrubs and scrubs.

I didn't mean to I didn't want to I didn't mean to.

Tears stream down his face and mix with the water that washes over his hands. They still look red, as if the water won't wash the blood away. He scrubs even harder, using his nails as if that'd help scrub the blood away.

I didn't want her to die I didn't want her to die please.

He keeps trying to get the blood off, his hands aching from the hot water and rough scrubbing.

I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry please I didn't want to do it I'm sorry.

He grabs the towel he used earlier, wiping his hands harshly, as if that'd help.

He falls to his knees, still trying to wipe the blood off.

It won't come off, it won't come off, why won't it come off.

He sobs, his shoulders shaking violently.

He still remembers everything so vividly. How he approached Malena, telling her he found a way to help Moon. How she led him to a confused Moon, her expression lost as he explained how the Lankya would help. How at first things seemed to be going well as the Lankya particles surrounded her, before Moon's eyes went white and her expression became empty, collapsing on the floor and blood slowly pooling out of her nose and mouth.

He remembers everything like it happened yesterday.

I'm sorry, Moon. I'm so, so, sorry.

He keeps rubbing his hands, his throat aching from his loud cries.

He wonders how everything turned out this way. How every time he tried to do something to help, it seemed to do the opposite. He quickly wonders if it's because of Leo.

He quickly shoots that thought down.

Leo, the one who's convinced him he has a purpose, who's made him believe the world was against him, the one who told him everything would be alright, the one who told him they'd show them all.

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't thankful.

Leo's given him a place to stay, a purpose, and has taught him many things.

But at the same time, Leo's also been the cause of all his suffering…

Pac shakes his head, stopping his train of thought. He can't blame Leo for all of this, no. Leo didn't do anything, he only showed him the truth.

This is all my fault.

No– this is their fault. If only they trusted, heard, acknowledged him. If only they saw he was trying to help.

He looks at his hands. They're a bright red, and they burn.

But they're clean.

He sighs in relief.

Pac sits back against the wall, closing his eyes. He'd show them.

He'd show them all.

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saint qfelps and demigod qpac au??? Anyone???

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Swapped!

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You've waited, and now it's finally here....

Introducing:

MCYT Summer of Yuri Gift Exchange 2025 Schedule!!!

(Text dates under the cut)

Tag Nominations: March 16th - March 31st

Sign-Ups: March 21st - April 21st

Assignments Out: April 22nd - April 24th

Creation Period: April 25th - June 29th

Posting Period: June 30th - July 14th

Treating Period: June 30th - July 31st

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Springtime

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okay okay i can close some tabs i don't need this google image search of "pear trees"....well you never know actually

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they should have hugged🥺

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face study with qfelps + changing some stuff from his desing yipee

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i beg / don't look my way / my gaze is contented from afar

inspired by favor by @echotunes

@mcytrecursive treat for @codesandstuffs

sandro botticelli / paruyr sevak

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appreciation post for ms casey because in her very short 107 hour long life she noticed burt and irving's connection and made the decision to tell irving that burt was in the conference room. she saw mark with a book that wasn't allowed on the severed floor but didn't report him. she offered hugs to helly because she was so concerned about her. her favorite time was being in the mdr office because she's searching for connection!! she broke protocol and told mark how she knows she's strange, and how she knows she vexed him, and she notices his kindness. and when he shows concern for her she asks why he cares what happens to her! because no one has ever shown concern for her!! the innies in mammalians said she had a gentle way about her and meant a great deal to them. the only thing she wanted to know was if her outie was happy up there!! and in the finale, every single innie helped to free gemma. not because they've ever even met gemma, but they knew ms casey, who had enough of her qualities, no matter how muted, for them to care about her.

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WON’T DO

• nsfw (suggestive is ok!)

• minor/adult ships

WILL DO

• Fandom ships/ oc ships/ selfships

• furry + anthro design

• sonas/ocs/cubitos

i have the right to deny a commission based on my comfort level and understanding of my ability— I will do my best to provide a refund if that happens

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it would be fun if there were writing prompts that went around where the point was to focus on a specific writing technique. like… people could give you a prompt + writing technique and then you could write a drabble and such

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GUIZOOOOOO

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wish the human body had like a crash log or something so I could pin shit down. Why am I having a sudden spike of anxiety when I’m just sitting here? Well it looks like there’s a conflict here between my medication and the better foliage mod

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cellbit knows nothing but collect deepslate burn bridges with bbh and lie