@brutalgasm : “Yeah, my mom surprised me with these keychains..here, lemme show you-“
@k1tkatzzz : “Is it Estherdon”
@brutalgasm : “YEEEEEEERESSYEEEES YES YEE YAAASSEEEE HESYSBYESSHSHHSHSHEHRH”
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@brutalgasm : “Yeah, my mom surprised me with these keychains..here, lemme show you-“
@k1tkatzzz : “Is it Estherdon”
@brutalgasm : “YEEEEEEERESSYEEEES YES YEE YAAASSEEEE HESYSBYESSHSHHSHSHEHRH”
Sad pathetic little puppy dog of men. Little woof woofs. Abandonment issues, shivering in the rain, adopt him please.
Standing by the familiar window that showed Ruby the home she had left with a tinted brown hue, because everything was dead down here, she kept wondering. An idea was in the back of her mind, too scared to come forth. A familiar fear holding her back.
Ruby thought back to find the start of this fear. It had been loudest in a place known for quiet and silence. In the library Belle had seen her true self and never flinched. The encouraging words trying to convince Ruby she was no monster burned inside. As much as those hands reaching out, grabbing her shoulders and arms in a comforting manner.
Ruby was marked. Belle marked her with understanding and kindness. Tugging at something else.
A something Red had felt many times over. When Snow White had shown her the same kindness. Had made the same reassurance. Belle's mark was a specific spot. But Snow's was all over her. All the hugs they had shared. Hugs Ruby initiated knowing she would not be denied. It wasn't just loyalty rewarded, it was friendship. And maybe more.
Marked with being worthy of love. But to love another -- The fear again.
Why even was her heart pounding? Mulan had calmed that fear. So effortlessly. Not even a touch. Only words. From one wounded heart to another. Everything to do with talking about feelings was effortless with Mulan - as long as it was the truth. No hiding.
They forgave her things she held against herself. They allowed her to be more than she thought of herself. So maybe if only she could admit that she had a tiny spark of hope left to wake Dorothy up. To use these marks of kindness and truth and admit true love.
wtf how did you get him inside that box
0/10 would recommend holding Grey’s cheek
SketchDump #1: NCT | for @artist-aroha
“when the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.”
psa
eating lemons is gothick!!!