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@valkyriejack / valkyriejack.tumblr.com

Jack, He/They, I’m like 30, southwest US. I post garbage mostly. I have several works on AO3, ranging from fluff to smut. Header image made by its-sixxers. Icon made by me. Ask box is open.
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Commissions are open for pride month!

Commissions are open for pride month!

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  • The best place to reach me is either here through the ask box, or on ko-fi.  you can also email me - valkyriesews@gmail.com
  • I reserve the right to refuse services at any time for any reason. Refunds will be issued if applicable.
  • NO TERFS! I am a trans/nonbinary creator. If you hate trans people DNI.
  • when you reach out, please include which flag you want as well as a short description of what you want your finger puppet to look like (hair, eye, skin color, hairstyle). If you want, you can also send me a picture of the person you want me to make.
  • Price includes shipping. make sure you are comfortable giving me your address. All info given will be kept confidential.
  • I’m only able to make flags with up to six (6) stripes. I know some flags have 7, but any more than 6 and it just won’t work. If you want a simplified version of a 7 striped flag I can do that (see the lesbian flag in the picture above).

Here’s a list of the available skin tones.

#commission info#my commissions#pride month#my art#valkyriesews#pride month 2023
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thana-topsy
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thana-topsy

Sitting alone in the silence of my house that I pay money to live in, staring blankly across the room, wildly hallucinating a universe in which Teldryn and Neloth are an old t4t couple.

#yessssss
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WIP Wednesday

Tagging @theartofblossoming, @persephotea, @poetikat, and whoever else would like to! No worries if you'd rather not!

Milemarking some progress on Bring the Gasoline, Chapter 29: The Other Shoe.

“You’ve made yourself at home,” Natasha mutters, eyes soaking in the sight of her settlement scorched orange. There’s no sign of her settlers, at least not from the front of the neighborhood. Just a dozen more Brotherhood standards pinned to every other wall, and a dozen other jumpsuit drones marching between them. God forbid someone forgets whose stomping ground this is. Or whose it isn’t. It conjures to mind a bulldog she dog-sat once. Francis couldn’t help but take piss on every single blade of grass he saw.