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TAZ Animated, Part 23! Finished!!

How to accurately judge how much more dwarf blood you need: poke them

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The Dragon Awakens

Dunno how this is going to go with Tumblr’s image compression and whatnot, but have some Siren Hanzo.

Who would have thought that Siren’s Gold (a so-far superb McHanzo pirates/sirens AU) would be the thing that finally gets me to do Overwatch fanart? Powerful mer-dragon Hanzo gave me all the design feels, man.

Sake-and-Whiskey, if you find this, you inspire me.

(All of the rock textures are from my own photo collection, in case you’re wondering.)

How I feel about “cycle”

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[ 9th February 2017 ] Honestly really feeling this spread bcos of the colour. The sunsets have been AMAZING here and you’ll find me outside my house at 7:30pm just admiring it.
Happy February!! 💙

Marinette’s heart lurches painfully at his question. In the past several months she’s become expert at the Art of Reading Adrien, and the way that he nervously fiddles with the scarf belies the even voice she hears. She hopes he doesn’t think she’s going to deny him this.

“Close your eyes.”

He complies, and as she twists off the couch to face him, she hears his restrained breathing. 

Scratch nervous, he was terrified. She puts a hand between his shirt collar and his scarf, hoping to ease his nerves as she leans closer and takes him in.

Framed in the red sunlight and his eyelashes grazing his cheeks, he looked serene. Had she not known him, the assumption would have been fair.

Her eyes slide along the strange patches of light thrown across his face and drift down to his mouth.

…How long had she really wanted to do this when she wasn’t busy lying to herself? She tries to push the thought out of her mind as the centimeters between them compress and her bangs mingle with his.

She’d dedicated to memory his laughter at the first stupid meme she’d shown him, the pride in his compliment when she made a bad pun to his face, the way he’d bear hug her at the end of her shift and try to stop her from making it to his door, and the pain that the gesture did little to mask.

She does her best to etch into her memory the brief hitch in his breath as she gently touches her lips to his.

She’d stolen his first kiss.