Pssst. Imagine Sakuya writing songs for Mahiru, but he never had the intention of them ever seeing the light of day. Then Tsubaki finds them, shows them to Mahiru, and that was the day Sakuya decided to order a fox plushie.
Okay, I AM A BIT LATE. BUT! I WILL ACCEPT THIS 100000% I couldn’t stop thinking about HOW CUTE THIS IS. So I had to do some this scribbly comic thing. AHHHH I imagine so much. *__*
And of course like you said, he shows it to the object of his affections lol
Also bonus about the whole fox plushie thing. LOLLLLLLL
I am sorry my doodles always become crack. But bless you April for sending this~~!!!!!!! ;w;YELLLLLLLLS
aaaaannnnnd heres muffet! took me a long time to work on her. she is completely hand stitched, so this was probably about a months work (school time included). anyway, i have more undertale stuff on the way and more breath of the wild stuff as well. be sure to show your support by liking and sharing this! :D
An apartment for two. Crystalline figures, lined up an equal distance apart from each other, kept in a glass case in the study room, away from the cats.
An exy racquet signed ‘Knox’, in the back of a closet filled with various workout clothes. An XXL sized t-shirt hangs from one of the plastic hangers, jutting out incongruously from the smaller sized clothing. On it are the faded words ‘World’s Best Dad’, ‘Coach’ written underneath it in parentheses. It still smells like smoke.
A trophy case in an empty locker room, freshly cleaned after a match. It’s filled to the brim with medals and trophies. On the same wall, an overcrowded collection of photos. Everyone in them is smiling if you squint your eyes and tilt your head.
An urn filled with ash, built to be the centerpiece of a fountain in front of the house. If you look closely, you might see engraved on it, 'In loving memory of Bryan Seth Gordon’.
Various bottles of half used brightly colored hair dye sitting in a box to be shipped out. The owner doesn’t need them anymore. The little girl she’s been writing to needs them more.
A stuffed fox plushie tucked into the bed of at least 3 different children, all of whom’s parents will never forget the nostalgia of their college days.
A set of black arm bands beneath a pillow. The color has faded to gray, but the 'To Robin’ written in Sharpie on the inner label hasn’t.
A set of black arm bands tucked away in the back of a drawer. They haven’t seen light in a while. Neither have the knives hidden inside them.