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@quesneliar
Hi 🌊
Thank you for liking my art 💖
You can call me Min / Quesne
I mostly draw fa (oc art too!) Artist who have too many artstyle :DDDD
Love the ocean and yes ! Nemonnax every day every night
Feel free to talk to me ! Nice to meet you all✨️
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IG : quesneliar (mostly active)
twt : @QuesneLiar37
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Robert dies btw if anyone wasn't sure or anything
"Fuck... Robert, stay with me, waterboy- blazer, they're all gonna get here soon."
"Robert?"
"Robert... please...we fucking need you mechabitch. You didn't fucking die the first time so-"
"Robert. The fire, I can't keep it off for long."
"I'm sorry I... I love you. I'm so fucking sorry. I love you. I love you..."
A mission gone wrong led to Flambae engulfing Robert in an embrace of bright, scalding flames. It was mercy, the dignity of a quick death before the fire consumed him. Chad never knew what it felt like to be burnt from the fire and the flames before this moment. Now, he could feel every blister on Robert's heated body. Robert already knew only one of them would make it out alive. Only, his life didn't flash before his eyes. Not his father, not his legacy, or days in his solitary apartment. He was taken right back to his first encounter with Flambae. With Chad. He didn't have any air to spare for words, ones bouncing in his oxygen deprived brain. But he knew Chad understood it too. A final look, kiss, apology, hug, *goodbye* marked the end of Mecha Man. In the arms of the man who once swore to kill him, and did just that.
doodling Chad with his niece and trying not to cry bc he loves his family sm </3
Happy birthday to me 🎂🌊
Now Im on a break traveling to the sea again yed
Last year I drew my sona with a whale
Soo this year it my sona with a jellyfish 🪼
Number of the stars are also my age now :DDD
/And I forgot to draw on digital cause I was too busy cause artist alley
Sharing a little peek 🍓🤍
I make OC artbook /collab with my friends :D
Subnautica 2 is going to be exactly like this I can feel it
I want to play Subnautica so bad
I love hoverfish I'm sure Pierre would love them too ...also Ned would taste it a little.../jk
See hi-res version here: patreon.com/posts/157154918
'Cause love's such an old-fashioned word And love dares you to care for the people on the edge of the night And love dares you to change our way of caring about ourselves This is our last dance This is our last dance This is ourselves Under pressure -'Under Pressure' by David Bowie & Queen
The moment it starts to really sink in that you are in a safe place and allowed to live.
[ A sort of Part 2 for this comic ]
Eridians will deal with it
I just learned about Mr. Vernes gothic novel..The Castle of the Carpathians.. I will check it out later haaaa i love mad scientist ...
favorite phenomenon
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Trope tag game! Thank you for tagging me @inky-starlight (answering it on this blog since I'm more active here 💕)
slowburn or love at first sight //
fake dating or secret dating //
enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers //
there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence //
hurt/comfort or amnesia //
fantasy au or modern au //
mutual pining or domestic bliss //
smut or fluff //
canon-compliant or fix-it //
reincarnation or character death //
one-shot or multi-chapter //
kid fic or road trip fic //
arranged marriage or accidental marriage //
high-school romance or middle-age romance //
time travel or isolated together //
neighbours or roommates //
sci-fi au or magic au //
body swap or genderbent //
angst or crack //
apocalyptic or mundane
Tagging @quesneliar @ilovechocolate50896 @nemo-is-my-dad @poe-of-the-odd @marionetteangie @reine-du-sourire (no pressure to any of you! But just if you fancy it ❤️)
Thank u for the tag! 💖
slowburn or love at first sight //
fake dating or secret dating //
enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // I love both but perfer smth toxic also love lovers to enemies A LOT
there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence //
hurt/comfort or amnesia //
fantasy au or modern au //
mutual pining or domestic bliss //
smut or fluff //
canon-compliant or fix-it //
reincarnation or character death // heh
one-shot or multi-chapter // Both!
kid fic or road trip fic //
arranged marriage or accidental marriage //
sci-fi au or magic au //
body swap or genderbent //
angst or crack //
apocalyptic or mundane
having long distance friends is so fucked. do you wanna come over to my house and play (it will cost us 1 william dollars)
ned enjoys listening to conseil classify different fish but listening to conseil laugh is much more enjoyable for him
“Alice asked when we can go see her dance rehearsal,” Flambae says, coming out of the bedroom into the living room.
Robert is sunk into the corner of the couch, one leg tucked under him, the other stretched across the cushions. The shifting glow of the TV washes over his profile, sharpening the line of his nose. In his hands, the Nintendo Switch lights up his face while his thumbs move quickly over the controls.
Robert just hums in agreement.
Flambae frowns. He stops behind the couch, watching Robert’s concentration — the way Robert bites the corner of his lip when he’s invested in something as trivial as a game. It’s annoyingly adorable.
“I’m talking to you, Bob,” Flambae tries again, leaning closer to Robert’s ear.
“I agreed,” Robert replies, still not looking away from the switch.
Flambae scoffs. He walks around the couch and drops himself on top of his boyfriend. He slides between Robert’s parted legs and settles there on his back, resting his head against Robert’s chest.
Robert automatically shifts to make space, bracing both forearms along Flambae’s biceps while the hands, holding the switch, come to rest over the fire hero’s abdomen.
“It wasn’t a yes-or-no question, dumbass,” Flambae says softly despite the insult, relaxing into the embrace.
“Sorry, then,” Robert answers, completely distracted.
He waits. He expects Robert to ask what the question actually was, or what Flambae had been talking about, or honestly anything else. But Robert doesn’t. In fact, the only thing filling the silence in the living room — besides the low volume of the TV — is the upbeat music looping from the console in Robert’s hands.
That’s enough to catch Flambae’s attention, too.
He tilts his head down to look at the screen Robert is holding in front of him.
Bright colors flash cheerfully. A pastel sky hangs over a rotating, candy-colored island. Tiny avatars wobble along paths between cartoonish buildings. A speech bubble pops up above one of them with an exaggerated scribble of frustration.
Flambae tips his face up toward Robert. “What game is this?”
“Tomodachi Life,” Robert replies absently. “Well. The new version.”
“And like…” Flambae glances back at the screen. “What do you do?”
“Mhm, it’s like… you create Miis, and they live on an island. I take care of them. They have problems. I solve them.” Robert finally looks away from the console for more than two seconds to make sure Flambae is following.
Flambae narrows his eyes. “You solve their problems,” he repeats dryly.
“Yeah.”
“And how is that fun?”
Robert shrugs, turning his attention back to the game. “It just is.”
Flambae watches for a few more seconds. On screen, one of the tiny characters is stomping in place with a comically furious expression. Robert taps it, and the image zooms in on the avatar. A new speech bubble appears:
Feed me, bitch. I’m hungry!
Flambae freezes.
The Mii has dark hair pulled into a ponytail with a loose strand falling over his forehead. Orange eyes. Visor sunglasses with a black frame and fiery gradient for its lens.
He’s wearing a hoodie with a flame pattern suspiciously similar to the one Flambae is currently wearing.
Robert scrolls through a menu and selects a plate of pixelated spaghetti. The tiny avatar claps happily and starts eating with excessive enthusiasm.
Flambae slowly turns his head toward Robert.
“Is that me? Are you feeding me??” he inquired, slightly offended.
Robert nods.
“You made me?”
“I made a lot of people. The whole Z-Team. Chase. Royd. Mandy. Everyone. Even Mr. Whiskey has a Mii.”
As if that isn’t already enough to leave Flambae stunned, his eyes flick back to the switch just as another Mii walks into the house. This second avatar looks a little disheveled, wearing a simple dark blue hoodie, with a few freckles scattered across his cheeks — something that vaguely resembles Robert.
On screen, the two Miis stand face to face. A pink shimmer effect bursts between them. Little pixel hearts pop dramatically into the air.
Flambae’s jaw drops.
“Robert.”
“What?”
“You made us date on your little fake island?”
Robert shakes his head. “Actually, we’re married.”
Flambae makes a strangled sound. “Married?”
“Yeah. It was one of the first things that happened. Your Mii proposed to mine. It was quite... remarkable.”
“He proposed to you?”
Robert looks down at Flambae, eyes bright with amusement. “Yeah. Your Mii confessed his feelings to my Mii and then proposed. And I said yes.”
Flambae stares at him, stunned, then looks back at the screen where their miniature selves are now standing too close together in a kitchen.
Mii Flambae turns and presents a gift. The box pops opens in a burst of sparkles. Inside is… a frying pan.
Robert huffs a quiet laugh. “He keeps giving me cooking equipment.”
“What the hell?” Flambae exclaims.
On screen, the Miis begin dancing together in a stiff, ridiculous loop. More pixel hearts explode around them. A caption appears:
You’re so important to me!
Heat creeps up Flambae’s neck.
“And you built an entire apartment just for us?” he asks, visibly confused.
“It’s a whole island,” Robert corrects. “You live next door to me. I moved you closer.”
“That’s insane.”
“You were complaining about being too far away.”
“I would never do that in my entire life.”
Robert scoffs, amused. “Sure.”
Flambae doesn’t deny it. Meanwhile, Robert keeps paying more attention to his Mii boyfriend’s needs than to his real one.
“Okay, that’s enough screen time for you today, Bob Bob,” Flambae declares. He snatches the switch from Robert’s hands and sets it on the coffee table before wrapping himself around Robert against the couch.
“But you didn’t even hear how I spent almost two hours customizing your Mii,” Robert teases.
“And yours looks like it took five minutes,” Flambae shoots back, casting one last glance at the screen where their avatars are chatting animatedly.
“Yeah, well. I know what to prioritize,” Robert says calmly, shrugging.
“That’s not what it felt like when I was trying to talk to you,” Flambae whispers, leaning in closer.
The game’s music keeps playing in the background while Mii Flambae and Mii Robert perform some random, probably uninteresting activity on their little digital island — while the real Flambae finally succeeds in stealing all of his real boyfriend’s attention.
