🌸🐚“Why would I go home… if you’re here?”
missing Steven Universe rn 💗
⏰- 3hrs 44mins
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HELP does anyone have the original image of this i drew this and my brother doesn’t know what it’s referencing
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portal 2 10th anniversary today im here to say that i love ur portal art and respect ur chelldos posts deeply
perfect time to finally post this thing i drew in 2019
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pls reblog for sample size etc
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i'm a little late for 4/13 but i still HAD to pay my yearly respect to my roots
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The only and best "Dave and Kanaya" dynamic I will tolorate is "Dave thinks shes the weirdest person alive" and "Kanaya is fully fucking with him at all times and Rose is completely in on it"
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If vriska and karkat were to ever kiss... Who would instigate it?
Vriska
it wouldn’t go well though.
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together now
Art by Yamino! Writing by Ash!
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Amethyst’s chest rises and falls under Pearl’s hand. Amethyst’s eyes flicker beneath her lids and a string of winking, spangled drool runs from the corner of her mouth: Pearl wipes it away before it reaches Amethyst’s hair, frowning. Amethyst doesn’t need to breathe or sleep, doesn’t need to dream, and it’s unsettling to Pearl to see Amethyst do those things anyway.
Pearl’s fingers fidget. Her palms itch. One shake of her knee would wake Amethyst up.
But, “She does it because she likes it,” Garnet said, and Pearl understands liking things. Understands being allowed to do things simply for the enjoyment of it. It took her millennia, but now, certainly, she understands leisure.
She lets Amethyst breathe. Sleep. She feathers her fingers through Amethyst’s hair and rubs her thumb behind Amethyst’s ear, because Amethyst likes that too. She lets Amethyst dream.
The door hums. Pearl looks over her shoulder and resists the urge to leap to her feet at once: Rose comes drifting across the room, dress whisking on the stone. Her face is the face of a statue that’s seen a century of rain, worn down to nothing discernible. Her eyes are closed. She nearly makes it to the exit when Amethyst snores and rolls her head in Pearl’s lap, and then Rose turns and blinks and smiles, and Pearl feels like the heat of a supernova’s melting together all her facets, her fractures. She smiles shyly back.
“I’m just going for a walk on the beach. To clear my head,” Rose says. Her words are a whisper. Her eyes drop to Amethyst and rise again, crinkled at the corners with the kindness that brought them all to her in the first place. “Join me?”
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