FINALLY WE REACH SOMETHING I DID THIS YEAR!
OCs are Vance (pidgeot/mine) and Ruri (Sneasel/Sanny’s)

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FINALLY WE REACH SOMETHING I DID THIS YEAR!
OCs are Vance (pidgeot/mine) and Ruri (Sneasel/Sanny’s)
Vance (Pidgeot) belongs to me, Ruri (Sneasel) belongs to my friend <3 they are shipped, art by me
@eyeslike-morphine earned a Virus!
⋉ ♱ ⋊ ⤑ ⊳ Smile, smile. Goes the same old theme that’s been plaguing his thoughts lately. Smile, smile so they won’t notice a thing. It was natural, a given - prim, proper and distant has always been the impression he’s given others; but those were not words spoken directly to him but rather whispered in places where they thought he wouldn’t hear. It was fine, the thoughts of others didn’t matter to him very much except for one’s and so he handles another day with his facade in place. ⊲
⊳ It was a bit of an adjustment period, having been gone for so long his routine was just a touch out of place - and so he spent his time idly readjusting himself to habits of the past when a familiar face caught his attention and the usual smile fixed upon his face. “It has been awhile, Sei-san. How are you doing today?” ⊲
“I’m not leaving you.”
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Aoba knew that he should feel grateful, and he did, but it was overshadowed by the overwhelming guilt that he also felt. Sei being here with him, safe and alive, was a blessing, but Aoba felt guilty both that he hadn’t been able to save him all of those years ago when he’d been supposed to and that now that Sei was free, he spent most of his time around his traumatized brother who couldn’t even leave the house most days. He should be out there, experiencing the world, not coped up in a room with Aoba.
"Thank you, but... you shouldn’t waste your time with me...” Aoba responded, voice a low murmur.
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Mizuki yawned softly still in the bed, his arms moved around slightly showing the fully healed scars. It was about almost a year since the brunete was found in that awful place by Sei,he thanked him every day for saving him and wanted to make something to thank the ravenette even more.
Trying a new style of coloring, still has a little bit of work needed but i love it <3
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Familiar presence, familiar scent;; this face Hersha knows by heart and would go so far as to say, perhaps, even missed when he was away. Hersha is, as ever, so quiet. He makes no move to announce his presence with the full awareness that Sei will likely sense him long before he can get close. But Hersha slithers up, sinks beside him quietly and presses against his thigh with smooth scales, matte obsidian under the florescents.
“Good kitten.”
Praise. His most favorite kind of affection above being brushed or rubbed down to “sleep”. The Lion’s pride immediately swells knowing his services were commendable, and by that of Toue’s most valuable no less. A suggestive eye at the doll-like figure, a satisfied tongue peeks between previously moistened lips and draws in all flavors caught in it’s path.
“Whatever Sei wants.”