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Twinkle lights and creativity for the win!
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The Story of my Off-Grid Writing Cabin
Before my grandpa got too sick, he purchased a small patch of land from a friend. It is right in the middle of farm country, but had been untouched (apart from cows) for many years. The property was once site of a (now gone) mining town, it is right alongside train tracks, and the only way to it is by a dirt road that sometimes floods, so it is not particularly valuable land. Perhaps that was why the friend who inherited it had no interest in it.
This lack of interest greatly benefited the property, by letting the forest (and ecosystem) spread and thrive.
It has moose, porcupines, cougars, and more, so going there often feels like entering the wilds, despite the fact that a short walk will lead you to a neighbors farmland.
The pre-mentioned town has long since disappeared, but one of its inhabitants (who was a young boy at the time, and is now elderly) sometimes comes to wander the land and remember how it was. It turns out the spot I chose for my cabin was right near where the town was, but there is little physical evidence of how it was when he was a boy. I have found the wheel impressions of an old path through the forest, as well as the occasional glass bottle, ceramics, or other small trinkets.
While scaling the cliffside, I did once find something I believe is related to the mine(perhaps an air vent?) but I have yet to find more.
My grandpa was determined to have land to pass down to his two kids, so he did what he could to clear a small space in overgrown brush in an open patch of the forest to give his kids a place to start building on.
He also gave me permission to start building my very tiny 8×12 cabin, and dropped by every now and then to give suggestions on the build.
I am pretty proud to say that he quite liked my idea with the jacks and the cinder blocks to lift it from the ground. I picked this setup that way if the earth shifts, I can re-level the shed. Also, if it is ever decided that the land should be sold, it would technically be possible for me to lift and load it onto a flat-bed(though where I would bring it is a mystery hahaha).
For my cabin, despite how small it is, construction is a slow process. I am low income, so building it has been a mix of waiting for enough money, and hunting at the salvage center at my local dump. For example, my sink and cabinets cost me $5. Of course, there were some repairs to do on them, but nothing drastic.
With the help of a solar panel and a 12 volt battery, I have enough power for my tiny fridge, lights, and laptop, and I have yet to run out of power.
I do have to bring water in, but I set up my sink so that it drains into a bucket that — thanks to biodegradable soap — I can dump outside later.
There are still some small things to be done as I hunt down prices I can afford — such as for window trim, curtains that actually block light, and some sort of heat source — but it is usable as it is.
Unfortunately, because of my slow progress, my grandpa never got to see my cabin as close to finished as it is now. He passed away a few years ago. I would like to think my grandpa would like how my writing cabin turned out.
I do not know what the future of the land will look like, but for now, my grandpa provided me with a quiet escape that has been tremendously helpful with my mental health.
If you follow my website or other social media, you might have noticed I haven't been active, and the reason for it is that a recent blip of depression has made it hard for me to do anything. I apologize for dropping off the map, especially if there are any comments I have forgotten to reply to.
I am currently working on improving my mental health in any way I can, and the land has played a part in it. When I visit the land, there is little to no cell-service, so the disconnect and surrounding nature creates a barrier to me and my stresses, and I do feel much better. Thanks, grandpa!
#writing shed#writingshed#sheshed#she shed#writing cabin#tiny cabin#off grid cabin#offgridcabin#writer#author#MyNews#WritingCabin
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been reading @dandylovesturtles's fanfic, i may be invisible, but i still look good 🥺🥺
#rottmnt#rottmnt fanart#rottmnt mikey#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt leo#miiukkart#crying emoji im cry everytime the turtles are touchy feely....aah#thank you for your writing Dandy...consider my heart moved and tears shed...
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I think one of the things that a lot of humans fail into internalize about the Predator/Prey dynamic, especially in nature, is that millions of years of being shaped into Prey can often make incredibly territorial and fierce animals that will do anything they can to fight against millions of years of fighting being killed.
That's why horses kick and buck. Why rabbits are so infamously cantankerous and moody. Why deer have giant multi-pronged bone growths coming out of their foreheads that they can use for self-defense. Why rhinos are so dangerously territorial.
Meanwhile- a lot of Predators out in nature when they are not actually hunting (or play hunting) are remarkably chill. Especially macropredators. Think about how cats are known for the fact that they just lay around in the sun all day. Dogs are goofy guys who just want a friend.
The Predator/Prey dynamic isn't about the strong ferocious Predator taking advantage of weak and innocent Prey. When you're Prey, you're something that has spent millions of years being shaped into learning how to fight back. You're something that nature itself has pulled apart and put back together with all the sharp bits pointing out, just so you can survive.
You two have to be equal, otherwise there'd be nothing left to hunt.
#vessel talk#having weird pseudosciencey primal kink thoughts- don't mind me#like- not to err a little bit into CNC but one of the parts that appeals to me in primal play is the 'fight'#the idea of making someone submit is just 😵💫#primal kink#primal play#nonhuman#voidpunk#(the way that i just blacked out and wrote this after seeing a antler shed that had a mountain lion skull impaled on it 💀)#(like it wasn't *sexy* per se... but it was kinda hot)#vessel writes
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If there was one thing you needed to know about Steve Harrington, it was that he did not let anyone touch his hair. Robin learned this pretty early on, when she had been on the receiving end of a glare that could kill. This small fact about Steve led to what could quite possibly be considered the weirdest interaction Robin had with her best friend, even more odd than being drugged by Russians and ending up becoming friends on the floor of a mall bathroom.
Steve and Robin were working their shift at family video, as usual. Robin was distracting herself with whatever tape they had in, and Steve was combing his fingers through his hair repeatedly, with a scrunched face.
Robin assumed he was just trying to fix his hair, he did that often, repeatedly shifted his hair saying it didn't 'feel right'. At least thats what Robin thought until Steve turned to her and asked "Does my hair look greasy?"
"What?"
"My hair, does it look greasy?"
"No?"
"It feels greasy."
"It looks the same as always dude." Robin assumed this would end the conversation but Steve turned toward her again a few seconds later.
"Feel it."
"What?"
"Does it feel greasy?"
Robins hand shot toward Steves head. A chance to touch that hair? No way was she giving that up. Her fingers ran across the top of Steves head.
How the hell is THIS greasy?
If clouds felt how they looked, rather than just feeling wet, Steves hair would feel like that. It was so silky.
Robin only had about a second of sensory heaven before Steve was snatching Robins hand off his head.
"So? Does it feel greasy?"
"No."
"Well does it feel any different than usual?"
"I wouldn't know what it felt like usually."
Just then the door swung open, Eddie walked over to the counter, probably planning to bug Steve.
"Eddie, I need your assistance. Steve has himself convinced his hair is 'greasy'."
Eddie scrunched his eyes at Steves head, before looking down to see Steves face.
"It looks the same as always?"
"Well does it feel different?"
Eddie ran his fingers through Steves hair, and Robin swore Steve practically leaned into the touch.
"Jeez, it does feel different. You forget to wash it or something?"
"I washed it! Your the one who doesn't wash his hair!"
Robin didn't hear what the two said next, she was too caught up in two extremely important questions.
If that was Steves hair greasy, what did it feel like normally.
Has Eddie touched Steves hair before? AND STEVE LET HIM?
#steddie#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#robin buckley#platonic stobin#Steve would never let anyone touch his hair except eddie#robin would ask nance if shes touched his hair and shed say 'i got to once a month if i was lucky'#this is true i know bc i am one of those 'dont touch my hair youll make it greasy' ppl#losers writing
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Alucard drinking his lovers blood-😩😩😩
Mine*
Alucard feeds on his lover during sex.
Note: *Smut drabble ahead. This contains 18+ written material. [She/her]
I wanted this to be sfw, but I ended up just going for the usual passable excuse in vampire fiction—sex truly works.
The dhampir starts slowing down his pace, prolonging the inevitable. He bucks into his lover with enough force at just the right angle, coaxing a particularly drawn-out moan from her. He chuckles low against her lips, watching the way her face contorts in pleasure, enjoying the fact that he is causing it.
Even in his darkened room, she is beautiful.
Soon, he has her panting, writhing, gripping the sheets, his name falling off her lips in a repetitive litany he could’ve sworn rivalled those sung in hymns, if only they weren’t followed by vile fucks and shits and harder, faster, please, Adrian, please.
How could he ever say no to his little darling?
Adrian picks up his pace, his hips stuttering against hers in rapid successions, the slapping sound of their coupling nearly drowning out every dirty little thought swimming in his head. “Yes, that’s it,” he says. “Squirm for me.”
His lover arches her back, pressing her breasts against his chest. “Adrian, I-I—” she pants harder, faster, voice going higher in pitch to match the shaking of her legs. She grips him as if her life depends on it. The coil is tightening. Too much, too much—
“Shhh,” he coos, supporting her, holding her by her arched waist and hitting her spot over and over. He presses his face to her breasts and convinces her that “Yes, yes, darling, you can take it.”
She’s so soft, so warm, and mine, mine, mine.
Fuck. He’s close, and with the way she is clamping around his length, he knows she is too.
It’s time.
“Darling,” he rasps, his thrusting becoming desperate, yet she is already throwing her head back, baring her throat to him willingly.
Adrian hears her heart beating, racing, as she chases her orgasm, her own hips meeting his every thrust. He smells her everywhere—tantalising, flooding him with a different kind of hunger, yet he senses no fear in her, only desire. He gulps.
His fangs extend and he zeroes in on her neck, grasping her by her hair.
She barely feels the sinking of his fangs as her searing white-hot climax hits her hard, leaving her clawing at his back, mouth open in a silent scream, limbs shaking, shuddering, writhing.
He empties himself buried deep inside her quivering cunt, back stiffening, his moan muffled by his suckling at her throat.
As always, she tastes sweet like cherry wine.
#my boy deserves sex without him shedding tears for any reason grr#i will not accept it#adrian tepes#alucard#castlevania#alucard tepes#alucard x reader#alucard fanfic#alucarddear writes#alucarddear: mine#Alucard smut#Adrian tepes smut
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call me a ps2 original the way i be chu lip
second one is a reference to wrtv’s playthrough ! part one but i don’t have a time stamp
last one is an oc heres the original post of her
#a few of these are redraws You May Remember Them#chulip#chulip ocs#the art gallery#that one doodle of miss press i feel like i should mention#since shes the one writing the paper shes like. desparate for a good story#she gets stuck writng shit like 'swimmer daniel is home alone today' so when she finds out about the ufo in scarecrow field shed be.#a little mad#she lives in scf and somehow didnt hear about it
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Everything gets recycled in Human space. Everything.
When we from the Coalition made first contact with Humanity, their space was a disaster in waiting - countless pieces of debris from jettisoned thrusters, random junk from individual space wannabes, and dead satellites that failed to enter a descent orbit, among other objects.
During the period before they and Earth vanished, it became an almost impassable barrier even without our containment measure.
From what the Humans have told and shown us, after they had that massive explosion that burst trillions of tons of the surface and mantle up, the sky was almost constantly dark. One of the first priorities they set was cleaning that up immediately or life on Earth was heading for a fatal ice age. And so they did, in spite of all other calamities happening at once, they put forth enough time, energy and resources to create their extraordinary Orbital Cleaner Crews.
For decades thousands of volunteers went up to man various harvesters, pilot drones, manage processing efforts, and often manually fix problems on the spot. The sheer chaos made predictive navigation and communication of any kind nigh impossible. It was suicide, as well as a complex and delicate task. Not to mention the fact that the Human population had been reduced to less than a billion, with all the associated challenges on the surface. Still, during a time of calamity and uncertainty for their future as a whole, some Humans stepped up to do what had to be done to preserve their future.
Most died on duty, only once most of the chaos had been dealt with did the mortality rate drop below 80%. The memorial for their sacrifice is a humble yet humbling small docking ring with all the surviving vessels and equipment they used parked and locked in stasis, and the names of each engraved on the outside hulls. If there is one thing that unites all civilizations across the galaxy, it is the culture of remembrance.
The result of their effort was an Earth that would not freeze to death, and their legacy is the unmatched professionalism and thoroughness of the OCC. Every object not planet-side is tracked. Regular scanner sweeps find anything as small as an iron atom that shouldn't be there, and within days any newfound junk is picked up and sent to the most relevant station for recovery, recycling, or reuse.
Even the maddening process of their planet crackers as they tear up moon after moon to be used in their insane projects doesn't leave a speck of dust afterwards. Everything has value, be it sentimental or practical, and nothing is left on the wayside.
When it comes to keeping their space clean of junk, Humans have become obsessively compulsive.
#humans are space oddities#humans are space orcs#humans are deathworlders#humans are space australians#humanity fuck yeah#I legit shed a tear when I first reread what I wrote about the memorial#I did not know I was gonna write that when I came up with the title#words just happen#writing#carionto
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"My eyes are up here."
- Kaveh, Alhaitham, Cyno
"Hey, my eyes are down here."
- Tighnari
#exile.feather#exile.circlet#genshin impact#exile.reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#sumeru arc#i may or may not be writing this#kaveh#Tighnari#Alhaitham#cyno#sorry tighnari maybe you should shed some layers fr fr
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Do you think Charles and Carlos will shed a few tears after Abu Dhabi?
I think they might, of course I do. I think Carlos is a very emotional guy even though he was brought up to be closed off about his feelings (and he really did his utmost to challenge those beliefs and he's shown that he no longer needs to be closed off to be taken seriously in this sport). And now with what we've seen from Charles? Oof. There *will* be tears. They were about to break in Bahrain and it's just the beginning of the year, anon. They will have to swap helmets by the end of the year and I'm willing to bet actual money in them hugging and mayble breaking during the hug. Yeah. I mean, in the car, during the whole chili debacle, I'd bet if Charles were to touch Carlos to reassure him, my man would've cracked. Because that's what I do, if I'm *this* close to crying and someone dares to touch me I break like a dam.
Or maybe they won't show the tears. Maybe. But I don't know, they were teary-eyed during Bahrain. I can't even start to think that they would be able to hold off crying until there's no cameras when their emotions are running that high, especially since it will be their last race as teammates. We will be crying, absolutely, and they probably will, too. 😅
#charlos#carlos sainz jr#charles leclerc#there will be tears streaming down *my* face in Abu Dhabi anon that's for sure#the best teammates tbh#to see charles break would not be in my bingo of 2024 but he's been behaving really emotional since february so#maybe he will surprise me and if he cries I will definitely be inconsolable#and to see Carlos shed tears over his teammate? the fics *will* write themselves#vic talks#anon#ask#charlos thoughts
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loosely inspired by that dropout prompt of having sex at abstinence-camp.
His face prickles under the hot sun.
It’s been like this since he arrived at camp. Daniel itchy from the heat, face flushed like he hasn’t been using SPF 50 twice daily. Waking up feeling raw, tender in a way he hasn’t before. His temper is fucked too, he reckons, feels probably like a live wire would – jittery, shaky.
“Daniel,” Max says, voice soft as he tugs on his arm. “What is this? I thought – always Wednesday we are in the kayaks. I have even my vest here already. What will we do indoors?”
Daniel looks at him, at the bright pink vest stretched across his chest. His shoulders are burnt, skin flaky where Daniel had rubbed in the aloe vera. His sheets smell of it now, and he thinks, maybe, that’s part of it too – why he feels like this, sensitive. Allergic to that too, probably.
“No worries, Maxy. I will take lead on this, just. Watch,” Daniel tells him, shakes him off as he walks to the front.
Behind him, Max purses his lips but he falls into step quickly.
“Alright, everyone! Listen up and gather round,” Daniel calls out. He hauls the box of pamphlets up from the floor and shoves a handful into Max’s hands, makes him pass them out. “Find a seat and fill your glass with water.”
They like for them to keep it fresh, trying out new ways to show it so the kids won’t become bored. Last year they had done tape on the arm, the year before that, paper balls. But Daniel thinks this will work too.
“Daniel, what does this mean, danger zone?” Max asks, a frown etched deep in his brows. He hasn’t handed out the pamphlets yet, eyes skimming across the front of one. “HIV – Daniel, if you are worried about this, you should of course give them condoms and tell them to be safe. This will not help them.”
“Today, we are going to be talking about your flower,” Daniel says, pulling the pamphlets from Max’s hands and placing them in the middle, ready for them to be taken, shared. “As you can see, you should all have a glass of water in front of you –“
He knows it’s the first year Max is with them, that he had come without any experience, a recommendation from his youth group even. But he had fit in well, stuck to Daniel like they had been mates for years.
There had been a flood the first week in, tore down the cabin that Max had been in charge of. So they had squeezed together in Daniel’s bed instead. Obviously like, Daniel had offered to sleep in reverse, with his head in the foot end, so they wouldn’t touch dicks. But Max had told him, “I will sleep like this, then you of course can be behind me,” and so that’s what they had done.
Only once had it been like, weird.
Daniel had been dreaming about this hot-ass, blonde beach babe, with like, short hair and her nipples out, the swell of her tits barely there as they fooled around on the shore. She had been reaching into his shorts with nice, warm hands – built for tennis, maybe. Or like, paddle, probably – when Daniel had woken up and come in his pants.
Max had watched him sneak back into bed, blue eyes sharp in the dark, and the shame Daniel had felt – hot, persistent, raw – still hasn’t washed away.
“And when you tip it over – go ahead, tip it over! Careful not to smash the glass,” instructs Daniel now, ignoring the way Max hovers behind him. Water flows from the cups, soaking the tables. Only one pair manages to break the glass, but Max is there like a hawk, nudging them away before cleaning it up.
“Now take your cup – Billy, Jody, join up with someone else – and try to put the water back into it.”
The room blooms with frustration, water sloshed onto the floor, and another glass shatters. And even then, the glasses stay empty. Forever changed by one small misstep.
“See how it won’t go back in? That’s what losing your virginity is like,” Daniel says before stepping back. He knows the in-group conversation is more important than anything he can tell them, the quiet reflection. To put it into perspective.
“Daniel, this is of course so silly,” Max says, almost directly into his ear. Daniel shivers from the shock, pulls his shoulders to his ears. “Always you can just put more water in, and no one will know,” he says, pouring water from the bottle into Daniel’s cup.
“See? It looks full again.”
Daniel frowns, looks at the cup that does, remarkedly, look like it did before. “Obviously that’s not the point, Max. It’s not the same. You can never put the water back into the –“
“What is virginity, Daniel? The cup or the water?”
“Obviously it is –“ Daniel says, scoffs at him. He feels the flush of frustration tear through him, how it makes the tips of his fingers buzz, his knees weak with defeat. His chest feels – weird. Like his heart is beating from somewhere else, his throat maybe, or his head, loud in his ears even.
“What does it matter? If it’s the cup or the water. It’s an analogy, Max!”
The worst part is, Max doesn’t even look upset. Confused, maybe, but there’s no part of him that looks the way Daniel feels right now. Hot and bothered, angry at the world, at Max.
“Well, it’s a shit analogy then,” Max says and smirks, and for a second, Daniel hates him.
“How the fuck would you know?”
They’re supposed to be partners, is the thing. Daniel had asked, told the boss to switch the pairs around, to make Max his mate. And the summer had become all the better for it.
Max likes all the same shit as him: racing karts and skinny dipping at night when the kids are asleep. He touches Daniel like they’re best friends, wrestles him to the ground and doesn’t get up until he says uncle. Even the shit he doesn’t care about, he pretends to like for Daniel’s sake.
Once, Daniel had like, sprained his wrist falling from one of the trees. It had been right around his birthday too, and Daniel had felt like shit, side-lined from all the activities. Max had found him in the cabin, eyes wet with tears, homesick. And he had just – laid down next to him, held his hand and told him about home until Daniel’s heart had felt light and free.
Now he sucks in a breath to calm himself. But in the end, it doesn’t even matter, because Max tugs on his arm as soon as Daniel looks at him, curls his hand around his elbow and says, “Daniel, I am of course not a virgin.”
#they fuck in the tool shed after lunch. and then again during night duty. and reflection hour and -#maxiel fic#max/daniel#my fic#my writing#fic#maxiel
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Mid-Century Burst | CC-Free
A tricky little shell challenge that you can get some use out of too! Tried to dig into some 70s inspo for the exterior on this one. This is 2 bed, 1 bath, fully-furnished and CC-free. Because of the limited size of the main shell, I added a detached garage with an apartment on top, which adds +1 studio bedroom and +1 bathroom.
The TS4 shell challenge I used for this lot was called "BubbleShell3" on the gallery from the ID "bubblesisgaming". I'm also playing around with using random palette generators for room inspo, this time from ColorHunt. It's been fun and I recommend using it to get out of your comfort zone!
Download Mid-Century Burst @ SFS
#ts2#sims 2 cc free#sims 2 lot#sims 2 maxis match#Calcinidae Bay#the shell turned out to be exactly 10x10 tiles which is so frustrating (but in a good way)#bc you FEEL like you should be able to fit it on a 1x1 lot with the lot adjuster. But you can't. It cannae happen#so you're forced to add a FULL 10 tiles on both sides of the lot. but it made me play around with that extra space more than I would've#and I like the garage & granny flat and shed and outdoor areas I added!#kicking my feet and writing 'shell challenges' in a big heart in my diary with glitter pen#also the randomly-generated colour palette thing is sooo interesting and challenging with a CC-free game#because at every stage there's a point where you're like 'there just isn't any way I'm gonna find swatches that match this'#and then you inevitably find ONE thing that pulls it all together and it's sooo satisfying and it ends up looking so different from my usua
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Hope y’all had a lovely start of the year, have a June wearing a corduroy suit.
#June egbert#june hs#homestuck#hs#homestuck art#I know a lot of people like to write her as disliking suits#which I get#but also consider#women look hot in suits#also I think she wouldnt give it much thought#shed just start wearing them again from time to time#cuz women look hot in suits#didnt know what to do with the background of the first drawing#but I think it looks alright like that#this post was brought to you by wes anderson's fantastic mr fox
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thing about Guda is that they do not have an internal monologue - therefore the player can't directly read their thoughts and feelings. Thanks to that some of the best insight we get into Guda's physical or psychological condition comes from other characters observing and reacting to them. But we also know Guda is a big liar who takes great effort to hide their true feelings from others around them, making those moments few and far between, or only from characters who are particularly insightful or times when Guda is particularly vulnerable.
But the way our perspective on Guda is so limited is what makes me go more than a little insane about moments like these, from Aphrodite's Song and the Garden of Lost Will respectively:
The implications that Guda knows how to fake their way through psychological exams, and has at times cried into their hands so that no one can see. The thing is that we've never directly seen them do either of those things, but that doesn't mean they haven't been doing them, we don't always see everything that goes on in the story, there's always some time gaps or stuff that happens off-screen.
What I'm building up to here is I've got a nagging feeling that Guda has it far worse (or has been in a bad state for far longer that we previously assumed, big Da Vinci in the song screenshot there implies they've been lying on psyche tests as far back as Part 1 or 1.5) than even the most max-level-reading-comprehension-type Guda enjoyers can tell. That maybe they've been deceiving even the audience as well, if only by lies of omission.
#fgo#fate/grand order#guda#ritsuka fujimaru#cosmos in the lostbelt#LB5 spoilers#LB6 spoilers#meta posting on my art blog#then again I'm pretty sure it's not an intentional deception like I don't think Guda's aware of the fourth wall or anything#so much as it is some really clever writing to make it so even the player doesn't know absolutely everything about the player character#until another character sheds some light onto them
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#13 - Reunion
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#no khun you don't *see*#get the hint bro#bam thought khun has forgotten about him when he pulled him away#and then bam tries to be careful with his hands because he knows khun doesn't like to be touched by strangers#if you zoomed in you can see that khun almost shed tears#also that last panel of khun (thinking): I want to say no pda but then I'd be a hypocrite. so he just :x#yoo it took two weeks but yay it's finally here#the long awaited scene(s)#I hope it's worth the wait#the empty speech bubbles will be detailed on writing format when the time comes#i love the first panel of the fourth page viole looks so cute there#tower of god#tog#two sides of the same coin comic#my comic#my art#bam#baam#25th baam#25th bam#the 25th baam#the 25th bam#jue viole grace#koon#khun a.a#khun aguero agnis#khunbam#koonbaam#bamxkhun
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