Couldn’t make it to the Mink week. Argh.
Theme: angels. (Because Ren is so lovely)
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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@minkweek
Couldn’t make it to the Mink week. Argh.
Theme: angels. (Because Ren is so lovely)
/hides under a rock
MINK WEEK
Day 4: Sugar / Spice
ARG.. I’m not very good at this stuff cause I can get embarrassed and I’m not used to drawing it. I should practice this stuff too…but I get embarrassed, even when doing naked sketches.
p.s sorry I’m late. It’s hard for me to do week challenges cause I’m at college but I’m catching up! I will finish this week! >___<
Mink Week Day 7: Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday: After scrap, Mink has become free and is able to have another birthday. Today, we celebrate Mink’s birth and continuing to live on! Show us what his future celebrations would be like, either in the solace of his quiet home or with his lover(s) and the guys! Have fun and most of all: happy birthday, Mink!
hep berth. sticking to tradition
Mink Week fanfic oneshot.
Day 7: Happy Birthday!
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Happy Birthday Mink!
Your birthday falls on such a nice night of a full moon <3
Hello, everyone!
September 20th through 26th was spent celebrating our favorite cinnamon man. All the prompts were beautifully explored in everyone’s submissions throughout the entire week.
The week has come to a close but that doesn’t mean it is completely over!
We will continue to take late contributions until Oct. 7th. All submission and contribution rules apply, which can be checked out here! Also if you posted anything and it was not featured on this blog then notify us and send us a link either via ask, fanmail or our submissions.
We would also like to take this time to offer a very special thank you to all the wonderful artists who contributed banners to this week: lintmaster1989, sora-mimi-desu, nabilumlai, dies-first, zorrinodove, ponpox, ayuuka, orocana-joka, cosmic-artsu, keepcalmkeepdrawing and noizudesu. Thank you all so much for the time and effort you put into creating these magnificent banners!
And a very big thank you to everyone who supported and participated in Mink Week! This week couldn’t have been done with you! We hoped that you enjoyed the week and had a lot of fun!
Day 7 @minkweek
Asdfghjkl it’s Mink’s birthday yaaay!! Sorry guys I am so late for the party and the Mink week!! Ugh.
I am super late buuuuuuut, that is the way that I roll. Here is my submission for the Angels/Demons prompt for minkweek. Happy Birthday, you cinnamon scented old man! ======================== Death; It creeps up on us, slowly or quickly entwining its long black fingers around our necks until we struggle to breathe. It rips the air from our very lungs, yanking it out so violently that we can only look up in horror at the swirling darkness dancing before us as the world becomes black like those pitch black fingers. The fingers that cloud our vision- the very same that stole the breath away from our lungs- also softly touches our hair as our hearts pump one final time. Like the gentle touch between a mother and her newborn infant, the touch eases us into the darkness and far away, like a small maternal whispering caresses in our minds, we hear the soothing sounds of a peaceful voice.
This is inescapable. This is the end of every living creature, and you know it. You ignored me for the longest time, pushing the thought of death away until I was like a legend. I am not a legend. I am death, as natural as the air in your lungs.
But, Death, as seemingly inescapable as it is, can be a comforting thought. In death, one ceases the journey one choose in this life, and begins anew. It is a beacon of light in the darkness; the light at the end of the tunnel that one struggles to reach. It can be comforting. It can be reassuring. It should be reassuring. It has to be reassuring, especially for a certain someone who claimed in his soul that he was already dead. How can he go on living if he already embraced death and only counted the days in which he would willingly go to the creeping tendrils and sleep more soundly that he has in the longest time? He choose to live to die, and die to live again. Then, why, is it now, when he is so close to death, instead of tasting the fine wine of death he wishes, he tastes overly bitter and burning premature alcohol? Is it because of that seed?
Don’t die. Live. You are alive.
Alive? This walking shell in form of a human body is alive? How could he call this living? No, he has not been alive since the metallic and charcoal scent filled his mouth. He no longer hearing the deep voice of his stern and scolding father, or smelling the soft but particular flowery scent from his sister’s ever increasing dried flower collection. When he no longer heard his father scold him but scream in horrifying agony, he screamed in agony too. When he no longer smell the fresh fried flowers lingering in his house, but instead smell the charcoal metallic bitterness of burning flesh and bone, that is when he ceased living. He became a shell. But, this simple sentence, “You are alive”, buried deep inside him. When he spoke that line, when he- the blue haired man who stayed when others would have fled- uttered those words, it was like a small fire flicked to life in his stomach. I am alive. I am alive.
Is he? Physically, his heart beats against his ribs, and his touch still leaves traces of heat. But, is he really? Can he truly live again? With purpose? With happiness that was so brutally taken away from him by someone who’s blood coats his hands? Can he be happy if he embraces death later instead of sooner? Can he be alive once again by waiting for the cold, lingering black fingers of death caress him not as he is now but as a graying old man? The man looks at the bloody hunting blade in his hands and sees the sharpened bloody edge. The metal shines dully but promisingly in the newly exposed darkened moonlight night. Slowly, he raises the pointed edge to his neck, nothing but the sounds of hushed crickets singing in the nearby field to accompany his turbulent thoughts. With the flick of his wrist, the man cuts his dreaded hair, feeling the lightness return once again to his head.
I am alive.
9.23 - Happy Birthday, Mink
Three Gifts Mink Received
(and one he gave himself)
This is for the last day of minkweek. Happy Birthday, Mink!
~5,000 words. See summary/warnings/etc here on ao3. You can also click here to read on Tumblr without formatting from my theme.
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In the coming years, as the world around him grew bleaker, Mink would conjure up the sights and smells of childhood birthdays to carry him through: cooking oil, fresh milled corn, the year’s first batch of plump sweet dates stuffed with nuts and honey. His mother at the stove, draped in her favorite shawl, smiling and singing off-key. His aunts fussing over the gifts they’d made him – cakes, woven blankets, trinkets of silver or beads, winter clothes – each insisting the others had done better as they sifted through the pile of glittering loot, carefully concealing it all from Mink’s view with their shoulders.
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Abloo abloo. I was too busy with school to do anything special for Mink week or Mink’s birthday. All I can do is drink hot chocolate and LOOK AT ALL OF THE WONDERFUL STUFF EVERY MADE HOLY SHIT PEOPLE ARE AMAZING
Mink Week
Day 7: Happy Birthday!
It’s Mink’s birthday and I was stuck at work all day. So I finished this. Happy birthday, you jerk.
(also dedicated to muh wife, seikxtsu)
Day 7: Happy Birthday Mink!
Happy Birthday: After Scrap, Mink has become free and is able to have another birthday. Today, we celebrate Mink’s birth and continuing to live on! Show us what his future celebrations would be like, either in the solace of his quiet home or with his lover(s) and the guys! Have fun and most of all: Happy Birthday, Mink!
Juxto’s letter to Mink written a week after his birthday and her visit with him. She wants to remind her father-figure that no matter what he will always be loved and deserves to have another chance of life after all the hell he has been through. In other words, she is really happy that he is still alive. :)
Shout out to thatbaradudemink, your invitations to Mink’s barbeque got me inspired to do some writing in a similar format. Maybe not similar, but you given me the courage to work further into this, so many thanks for that, keep on being awesome! :D
Typed-up version of this will be posted tomorrow (for those who cannot read my handwriting, sorry for the cursive). XD
For minkweek’s Tumblr’s blog in celebration of Mink’s Birthday (Sept 26th)
Mink Week, Day 7 - Happy Birthday!
Homemade cinnamon rolls for the precious cinnamon bara ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Happy birthday Mink <3
MINK WEEK
Happy Birthday! ^__^
I finished the week! yay! and there are so many beautiful mink fan creations TvT I’m gonna browse though them some more today ^__^
minkweek day 7: free prompt (happy birthday mink!!)
mink in official art + coffee