Had to draw these two-
technically I ship them both with Thad and Doll too, but I just wanted to draw these two for rn-
I am so proud of this-
in 2025 let’s bring back being enthusiastic on ao3. leave a comment on every chapter. leave kudos and, if necessary, leave “double kudos” in the comments. tags and notes on bookmarks. the whole nine yards. let’s show fanfic authors how much we love them.
Glad to see the ecosystem of the Pixar lamp creators is doing good
...Welp, we've been married for a week now.
Holy crap.
I'll probably draw more later. I've been a bit distracted as you can imagine 🙈 Hope everyone's been well!
I had to draw the raptor boi lol-
second image is him with his bioluminescence glowing-
Day 2 of chaggie week 2025 🎊🥳 theme is Beach and charlie’s unhinge thoughts!
(cw for the chapter: blood, mentions and metaphorical depictions of abuse, naked robots)
[Next >] (tbd.)
how did the door get stuck though?- HOW DID LIZZY BREAK THE DOOR?!- Lizzy, respectfully, what did you do, and how did you break a door?-
having to babysit Lizzy cause the door to her place got stuck, this sucks
so I have a fic I’m proud of- and I don’t know if it get much attention on its own, since it’s not focused on the main characters- so, would y’all possibly consider checking it out? You don’t have to if ya don’t want to! But I would appreciate it if you at least gave it a chance-
She shouldn’t have survived. Those were the words Rebecca lived by every day, every time she remembered that she was living on borrowed time, somehow still alive thanks to some cruel twist of fate, even when Darren, Sam, Braiden and even her little sister Emily were dead and gone. They were gone and yet she was still alive. Left alive to realize she had always been in the wrong, left alive to process new injuries and limitations. Left alive to realize she’d failed her sister in the worst way possible, and she couldn’t even apologize anymore, because Emily was gone and Rebecca’s last words to her were “I hate you, you soft freak!”. Rebecca is alone, so alone she must pull the broken pieces of herself back together. It’s all she can do now.
Links: here
[makes me imbed the link- T-T]
This is a picture for those who think being a writer is easy: WE FEELING STRESSED ALL THE TIME!!!!!