I Have Nothing To Say Except I’m Coping !

I never wanted to be your enemy.

Viktor recognized his fatal flaw and almost saved the world from the existence of the Machine Herald by being willing to die rather than have the irresistible temptation of the hexcore continue to exist.

His mistake was not realizing he entrusted that destruction to Jayce, the one person whose fatal flaw was being unable to let Viktor go.

Types of Love♡

Look at these innocent, little baby turtles. Not a thought goes on behind those eyes. Sure hope nothing bad happens to them.

no offense but u dont exactly have the "rights" 2 any historical figures bc they were real ppl n if sum1 makes a clone of the same person mayb dont act like they stole from u ? lol

I don't?? I'm talking about designs! I made these designs, so no, I don't own the people. So when I see something similar to my design, yeah, I get kinda mad.

The person who's done it has had a history of stealing and tracing, so yeah, i get a little worried when a character with a similar design shows up from them. With a figure like Yuri, you don't see him a lot, I only knew about him for about maybe two years, but those people are kinda hard to find when you're in the States.

I know I don't own these characters, but when the person is a tracer, proshipper, and just steals. I do get worried. I'd love someone to share my love of these people, I really do, but I can kinda tell. There's few others of Neil and Yuri, and I like them. I think they're cute!

I don't own these people. No one does.

That is all I say.

You know when

i think people get so used to their own creative work that they forget how amazing it is so i’m making this post as a reminder You are the only person capable of making art the exact way you make it. nobody else on earth can do that. there are always going to be those little habits and intricacies and details that simply cannot be replicated whether it’s in writing or painting or textiles and you make life all the better for it i love my friends’ art i love art from strangers im trying to love my own art I LOVE YOU!!! THE PERSON READING THIS!!!!!!! YOU ARE A PART OF THIS WORLD NEVER EVER STOP MAKING THINGS THAT CAN IMPACT IT

more of the little stp fankid I made, still not sure on their name BUT! I have a few thoughts:

Thief. They will steal anything. ESPECIALLY shiny things such as their mothers tiara or the blade. ESPECIALLY the blade. I feel like they only exist after the ending where the long quiet leaves with the princess but they'll find away

They straight up just. Don't blink. Ever. It's worse because they have tlq's blank glowy eyes. They're also mute! They can make little sounds and noises, but they don't speak, they might be selectively mute tbh

I feel like they have some trait of each of the princesses... It'll be more aparant as they grow up, though. For now they have behaviors that resemble the beast, nightmare, specter, stranger and witch.

They would be able to hear the voices ithink . Funny uncles

There's a part of me that wants to make them like. Straight up mortal. The inbetween of life and death, change and stillness. But I'm not sure because it would be mean to their parents and ilike them

They have more then 2 arms, they're just under their big puffy gown

The Budgerigar Burglars

"A little birdie told me something..."

@professorcalculusstanaccount, thank you for doing the promotional/cover art of the story!! I would also like to thank them for bouncing ideas with me and subsequently proof/beta reading chapter 1 ― they’ve been very supportive and encouraging.

While I was unable to post on the actual dates I set up due to some personal reasons on my end, I will *hopefully* have it out sooner or later.

As a sort of teaser 2, here’s the first 101 words of The Budgerigar Burglars by @professorcalculusstanaccount and me, Jo :> !

Tintin was Bobbie’s most expensive drunken purchase.

He can’t remember much from the night he got the cockatiel, much less how he got his name― he just woke up with a pounding headache one morning, to a bird singing showtunes in his ear, in the dilapidated state of their (once shared) apartment.

Recalling past events, it was the night they’d finally settled for the divorce; his then wife was packing her belongings, planning to head off to who knows where and Bobbie was drinking enough spirits that could turn him into a spirit, if he kept at it for too long.

When the full thing does come out, I plan post it on to AO3 and post a link to the fic here on Tumblr.

For slightly more info on what the story and AU is about, click on to here to visit teaser 1 which is also the current pinned post of my blog!