Nov 3, 2025
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Imagine…
Tadow 🤎😎 stays in rotation when cruising in the CaddyWagon
A Practical Guide to Evil, a.k.a. the book that consumed my life for a while. I wanted to draw The Woe in all its glory. These were technically done before the webtoon started coming so, uh, yeah!
Best QPR Ship Group 3 Round 1
Indrani & Masego vs Phoenix Wright & Miles Edgeworth
Indrani & Masego
Phoenix Wright & Miles Edgeworth
MASEGO for NPR's "Tiny Desk Concert".
Sure the Guide is, for the most part, a decently serious YA fantasy war story
And then you've got moments like this
Lost & Found Pt 10.2
Summary: You’re living a suffocating life, and you finally find breath in Masego.
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“Charsima….there was a fire…”
“Everything is gone…”
The emotional lidocaine finally wore off. Those emotions that you were fighting to conceal unfortunately bubbled over. Frantic - you were utterly frantic. Your palms were sweaty, your chest was tight, and your breathing was uneven. Your stomach was twisted in knots, and your thoughts were all too consuming. Before you knew it, you kneeled to the floor, gasping for breath. Your fingertips gripped the carpet beneath you as you unknowingly shook violently. It was evident that you were having a panic attack.
“F-feel it and let it pass,” you stuttered to yourself.
You tried every calming technique that Tiffany had taught you, but nothing worked, and that scared you even more.
“Please,” you whispered, begging yourself to calm down.
Moments later, you felt a warm presence grace your frame from behind. Micah kneeled with you and lovingly wrapped his arms around you. His embrace was tender yet firm. He placed his right hand on your chest as he kissed your cheek. He rested his chin on your shoulder and whispered sweetly in your ear.
“I’m with you,” he assured.
“I got you,” he promised.
Although you were unable to speak at the moment, you nodded repeatedly in acknowledgment. You removed your hands from the carpet and placed them on top of his. You inhaled deeply and closed your eyes. Several moments passed, and you finally opened your eyes. Slowly and reluctantly, you pulled away from his embrace.
“I-I think I’m good,” you stated.
Switching positions now, Micah sat in front of you. He parted his mouth to speak, but you interrupted him before he could.
“My ex called. We used to share an apartment together,” you confessed, as you rolled your eyes.
“Desmonde?” Micah questioned. Saying his name felt like a bitter pill on his tongue.
“Yes,” you confirmed.
“Anyways, I guess I forgot to take him off my emergency contact list. He told me that my landlord was trying to contact me, but I had changed my number a while back, and the landlord didn’t have it. There was a fire that destroyed my entire apartment building. The apartments that were spared are, of course, occupied. I’m officially displaced,” you continued.
“I can help you,” Micah stated eagerly. Little did you know, he would do anything for you.
“No, no-” you interjected. “You’ve done far enough with this trip. Besides, I had been making some calls before I lost my shit,” you added.
“But I can-,” Micah paused.
You shook your head instantly and stood to your feet.
“You brought me to paradise, and I lived out my wildest dreams. I thank you so much for it. But apparently, it’s time for me to wake up and head back to the real world now. I was silly for thinking some good shit could happen to me,” you stated, teary-eyed.
Micah was completely and utterly confused.
“Am I not real enough to be a part of your world?” he questioned.
His question left you speechless.
“Let me take care of you,” he almost begged.
“You barely know me. It’s not your responsibility,” you retorted.
“But I want to. I know you’ve lost a lot, but you didn’t lose everything. I’m right here. Let me take care of you,” he responded, somewhat frustrated.
“I could never repay you,” you answered.
“You think I care about that shit?” Micah snapped. Quietly, he took a deep breath to collect himself.
“Your heart is payment enough,” he stated.
Slowly, he approached you and wrapped his arms around you once more.
“I got you,” he promised.
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Part 10.1
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