#cs sheena

[pudgeybear]

when i actually lock in

[nsicatsblog]

Some mall goth Sheena for the soul.

Sometimes you gotta know when to stop trying to make everything perfect n just move on from a drawing. Ik we get attached but you gotta let it go so you can create more great things💔

[1morefrenchfry]

What up kids i made a thing . Pls dont snipe me for this ,

[closedrodrigo]

after black sheep left vile

[redxcrackle]

💚Carmen’s Outfits Aesthetic💚

[spittyfishy]

I just finished rewatching Carmen Sandiego for like the sixth time lol, so I wanted to do a sort of scene redraw of the vile team chilling!

I had a lot of fun with it and I hope you all like it!

[littledeadling]

Sheena is literally like, the token straight person at V.I.L.E.

[pattysplaceofplaces]

The Hope of Loss

Tigress/Sheena x Fem reader

     The days were blending together into a grey much of emotions that passed by to quickly to process. How can someone who looked so numb be feeling so much? In your situation, you knew there was no happy ending. Torn between choices that lead to equal tragedies which solidified that fact that you were truly alone. 

The days became shorter as it felt like you were wasting away. A cycle of emotions after emotions being hidden by a dull exterior and a promise that you would be fine. 

You showed hope for others but had none for yourself.

Yet you pushed on for no reason at all. Still getting out of bed in the morning to get dressed for work. Even with your whole self you still followed through with an important part of routine: Kissing your girlfriend goodbye even if she was still asleep. 

It appears today though she was awake as she gently grabbed your wrist. “Hey,” 

Sleep made her voice slightly deeper but you couldn’t help but admire it nonetheless. “Stay with me today.” Before you could reject she pulled you back down onto the bed. “Who gives a damn about work right now? Screw money I know what you really need.” 

You looked up at her in curiosity, Sheena kissed your forehead and put the blanket back over you. Careful hands played with your hair. “If only you didn’t feel you have to fight so hard. If only you didn’t try to do it alone.” 

You stared at the wall, head on your pillow. “Talk to me, dammit. You know I hate seeing you like this.” 

That’s all it took you to collapse, to cry and hug your girlfriend tightly. You weren’t alone, it was ridiculous for you to pretend you were. 

Somewhere, out there, there’s always hope.