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[spiceychickenmati]

Some new art of Mati

Mati and her friend Gray being dorks

[spiceychickenmati]

Some Pictures

Rockband AU Mati and her band the MegaStones!

And Mati carrying her Smol Bugboyfrand Gray home after a show and putting him to bed.

I made a mistake in the one on the left and started coloring Gray with Mati’s skintone. Wwoops! 8T

And lastly we have Mati butt+ Tattoo plans and Gray butt. xD Practise on bodies and muscles and stuff. Plus if I remember correctly Oomnoms asked for butts? xD

[spiceychickenmati]

mati in A8, and gray in A5 mayb? ;oc

Lookit these Goobers! <3

[spiceychickenmati]

✘ and ♣ !

Unsent Text

Gray, please just tell me what’s really going on with your heart. I’d rather know now than be left wondering… I swear it won’t change a thing between us.

Drunk Text

ADORABLE BUG BOY!! I LIT MYSELF ON FIRE!! *sent after that text is a picture of Mati obviously drunk and obviously not wearin clothes.*

[spiceychickenmati]

FireBug Fireworks

(Closed RP with graydwilliams )

Mati sat on the front few steps of her Shoppe waiting. The sun was starting to set. Painting the sky and the few fluffy clouds therein with brilliant pinks Purples and hues of fire.

It had been a slow day today so she’d spent most of her time working in the workshop and preparing for that evening/night. She had some special things planned for this evening and her guest. Yeti her Mightyenna was holed up in her little house at the back of her property. Fed and reluctantly tucked into his little dog bed. He wouldn’t like what was going to be going on later anyway. And Gray wasn’t comfortable around the goofy doge anyway.

Mati herself was clean, dressed in something other than her work or fighting clothes and she was trying to keep a lid on her nervousness as she sat and waited for Gray to show up. 

[spiceychickenmati]

This just in: MAMA MATI

IS PROUD OF HER BUG SON

[gijinpoops]

Fuck shopping... if Isis hated anything more than shopping, she certainly hadn't found it yet. She growled and finally stormed out of the store with nothing more than one bag. Women all around her walked out with handfulls of bags and new shoes clinking against the ground. She only bought what she needed, though... perhaps that was a good thing, but it was only because shopping annoyed her so much. Isis barely was even in reality before she almost plowed over a pale looking young male.

"Shit -- ugh, sorry," she grumbled, moving past him. Out from her bag fluttered her receipt, which she might very well need later, and landed at the silver male's feet.