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Wip
this crop from someone's icon is the only clear image I have of this I'm kicking myself because I DON'T REMEMBER WHO I GOT THIS FROM. IF I REMEMBERED THE ARTIST, I'D BE ABLE TO FIND IT RIGHT? BUT I CAN'T. REMEMBER. WHO DREW THE OG.
⭐️ things are being done.. ⭐️
i do not need another farming game i do not need another farming game i do nOT NEED ANOTHER FARMING GAME-
şaka maka artık tyt çözebilecek yaştayım ama 9a dair hiçbir şey hatırlamıyorum ve 10u da unuttum..
Could you do #61 please !!! I love your writing ❤
(This is so cute. Sorry for having this sit in my inbox for FORVER)
The rough scratching on parchment was enough to wake you up. It was still dark outside the Razor Crest, the tiny window in the bedroom pitch black. The scratching had stopped as soon as you opened your eyes.
There Din was, parchment in hand one hand, a stylus in the other. His brown eyes were wide, and his bed head was messy.
“Were you drawing me?”
Din looked away from you, color rising on the apples of his cheeks. You stretched languidly, popping something in your back.
“Well, let me see.”
Holding out your hand, you waggled your fingers. Din sighed, but reluctantly gave you the parchment.
“It’s not very good. I haven’t drawn in a long time.”
“I don’t even know how you could draw in the near darkness like this. Yeah, you turned on the bedside light but it’s-“
Your eyes roamed the drawing. There you were, sleeping peacefully. Hair splayed out onto your pillow, and your eyes were closed peacefully.
“Din,” you breathed.
“That bad huh?”
Your hand rested on your lovers thigh, squeezing gently.
“It’s fantastic. You know, if you weren’t a wanted man, I’d say you could turn this into a career.”
Din’s laugh echoed through the early morning silence, filling your chest with warmth and happiness.
>get into weeping city
>ohboyherewego
it’s not a great group but no wipes on ozma so alright
but then on the last boss
>healers stand in Garrote trap and die, can’t save them cause Penetration mech is going off at the same time soooo rip healer dudes
>someone in my team says our healers are dead
>everyone except me is getting hit by stupid mechs
>team then starts whining ‘lol our healers weren’t doing much healing anyway they’re bad’
YOU WERE GETTING HIT BY EVERY AVOIDABLE MECHANIC AND THEY WERE HEALING YOU BEFORE IT
FUCK OFF
Just a thing I did, drew myself with my muses,
My oc @ask-aph-mohawk and the tiny!