This is actually my second tumblr since my old one got terminated for some reason. It's been quite a while since I've been here, and wow... a lot has changed so I'm slowly getting used to everything again.a little about me I'm a digital artist who loves creating fanart, original characters, and commissions.
When I'm not drawing, you'll probably find me reading because that's honestly my favorite thing to do. I can never say no to a good story.
I'm excited to be back, meet new people, and share my art again. Feel free to stop by and say hi😋
Hi everyone! I’m a plushie artist based in Canada, and I’m currently opening slots for custom handmade plushies!
I make plushies based on your OCs, characters, creatures, mascots, and custom designs, I’d love to bring your ideas to life and turn them into something soft and cuddly. 🧸
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More details, markings, accessories, unique shapes, and larger sizes may affect the final price.
COMMISSION SLOTS
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If you're interested in having your character turned into a handmade plushie, feel free to DM me with your idea/design and I can give you a quote! 💌
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idk who needs to hear this, but low engagement does not mean your writing is bad.
engagement doesn’t solely depend on the quality of the work. whilst it can play a role, other things such as fandom, ship, tags, tropes and posting at the right time of the day/week play a SIGNIFICANT role.
so keep writing what you love. keep writing what makes your heart happy. your work is amazing. the fact that you’re even putting words out there is amazing.
Maybe it's just me, but after coming back to tumblr, I've noticed it feels really different than it used to.
There seems to be a lot more AI-generated art on my dashboard now, and there's also so much more arguing about it than I remember, my experience was mostly artists sharing their work, fandoms interacting, and people just enjoying each other's creativity.
I don't have a problem with AI as a tool in general, but I do think it's important tbh. If something is AI-generated, just say it is. Calling AI art a handmade digital painting when it isn't feels unfair to artists who spend years learning their craft.
Maybe my dashboard is just different this time around, but I'm curious... has anyone else felt this change, or is it just me?
you wake up because something warm is holding you in place. for a second you’re too sleepy to figure out what it is, until you feel a lazy hand spread across your waist and the steady rise and fall of someone else’s breathing against the back of your neck.
behind you, ran is still asleep, face buried into your shoulder, one leg thrown carelessly over yours. his hair brushes your cheek every time he breathes, impossibly soft, and every now and then his fingers twitch against your side as if he’s dreaming. you try to shift just enough to get comfortable but his grip tightens instantly.
“don’t,” he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper.
"ran, lemme go" you try to squeak your way out of his grasp.
he hums in disagreement, eyes still closed, and nudges even closer until there’s practically no room left between you. the blanket slips down around your shoulders, so he reaches for it without looking and drags it back over both of you, making sure you’re covered before settling again.
ran presses a sleepy kiss to the top of your head and sighs contentedly. “nah, it’s too early.” he says it like it’s obvious, like the world can wait another hour because the bed is warm and you’re here. you glance toward the clock on the nightstand. it's almost afternoon.
his thumb traces absent circles against your side, slow enough that it almost lulls you back to sleep. when you roll over to face him, he finally opens one eye.
“hello, pretty,” he says quietly. his hair is sticking out in every direction, sleep still heavy in his expression, and he doesn’t seem to care in the slightest. he tucks a strand of yours behind your ear before letting his hand rest against your cheek, studying you.
"hello to you too, sleepyhead"
he only smiles at your response and pulls you into his chest.
the mattress dips as he shifts, wrapping both arms around you until your forehead is tucked beneath his chin. you can hear the slow rhythm of his heartbeat, feel the quiet vibration when he laughs under his breath because your cold hands sneak beneath the fabric of his shirt.
ran stares at you for a minute, the sun shining on your face, making you look dreamy in his eyes. he pushes a strand of your hair behind your ear and gently brushes his thumb across your cheek. he slowly leans in for a kiss. your mouth parts at the contact as he softly plants his lips on yours.
the kiss starts to deepen - your breath coming faster. ran's hand slides down your back, pulling you closer until there is no space left between you. his lips become bolder, more insistent, as he tilts his head to feel you closer. ran’s hands are everywhere - fingers trembling slightly as they grip your waist, slide up your back under the thin fabric of your shirt.
his mouth crashes into yours again and again - kissing you hard now, desperate and hungry like he hasn’t kissed you in years. every breath is shared between frantic presses of lips. his tongue slips past yours, warm and insistent. a soft gasp escapes you; he chases your lips with another deep kiss.
he rolls onto his back without breaking contact, pulling you on top of him so tightly there’s no space. one hand tangles fiercely in your hair while the other grips the curve at the small of your back.
ran’s breath comes in short, hot puffs against your lips as the kiss grows messier, urgent. his hands roam with need: one sliding up under your shirt to trace the bare skin of your spine, sending shivers through both of you; the other gripping hard at your waist
he kisses you like a starved man - lips moving fast and wet. every time his tongue meets yours, it sparks a jolt straight to his chest and he groans low in his throat without thinking. his hips lift slightly off the bed on instinct when you shift above him, pressing closer, chasing friction.
the movement starts small - just the subtle roll of ran’s hips up into yours, testing. but with a quiet whimper muffled by your kiss, he grinds against you again, slower and harder this time. the heat between you builds fast; both still fully clothed but feeling everything through layers of fabric.
you break the kiss only to gasp for air but he immediately dives back in, mouth crashing onto yours as his body moves beneath you, rhythmic, desperately humping through the clothes. every shift sends sparks through his nerves. ran loses himself in the sensation, each roll of his hips sending waves of heat through him.
ran kisses you wildly, lips slick and parted, teeth grazing your bottom lip by accident before he soothes it with another deep kiss. every movement becomes instinct: grind up into you, chase the pressure.
his breathing is ragged - chest rising fast under yours. a soft whine escapes your lips when the friction hits just right. ran's hand slips down to squeeze your thigh before spreading it wider around his waist, opening space for even deeper contact.
suddenly the door swings open with a loud thud - no knock, no warning. sanzu steps in, grinning like an idiot until he sees you two - ran beneath you, both flushed and breathless, lips swollen from kissing, clothes rumpled - the air thick with tension.
his smile drops instantly. “oh-"
“get the fuck out” ran threatens immediately - voice raw and furious. he jerks back so fast it nearly throws you off him. he’s red-faced, not just from embarrassment but pure rage at being interrupted right then. sanzu blinks rapidly as ran grabs the nearest pillow and hurls it across the room at his head.
“fuck's sake!"
your face burns instantly, cheeks flushing deep red. you’re still half-straddling ran, your lips tingling from the kiss that just got interrupted, heart pounding, eyes darting to sanzu who immediately starts backing out of the room with both hands up.
“sorry, sweetheart" ran drawls, voice dripping with fake innocence. his hands slide down your sides now, not tender like before but ticklish. he shifts smoothly - rolling over you in one fluid motion until he’s hovering above. instead of kissing you, he gently lowers himself until his head comes to rest right on your chest, just above your heart.
you can feel his warmth through both layers of clothes. his hair tickles your chin slightly as it spills over the pillow beside you. ran sighs and nuzzles into the curve between your collarbone and shoulder, claiming his favorite spot.
his arms slip around your waist loosely, perfectly comfortable with silence. a soft chuckle rumbles from his chest as he squeezes you slightly. you bury your face into him instantly to hide how flustered that made you but it only makes ran laugh again.
you just stay there, tangled together beneath the blankets while the morning drifts by unnoticed, ran absentmindedly brushing his fingers through your hair every few seconds as if making sure you’re still real, every so often squeezing you a little tighter whenever you shift, never quite ready to let go.
how it feels when you're reading a fic and a character you love is mischaracterized so horrendously to the point where it's not even them but everyone in the comments love it
