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idk why I'm only posting this now

I read a fic where LLoyd shrunk and thought the idea was so nice I wanted to draw it and gift it to the author but for some reason I couldn't upload the image on ao3💔

if anyone knows how to get to them I'll be forever greatful omg😭

omg I absolutly love this!! It's so beautiful!! The artstyle is so cute! I love the vibe so much!! 🫶

Thank you sooooo much 🥳😊

  A year has passed since that night, but nothing has really changed Our house is still rubble, our streets still carry the smell of smoke, and the sky still echoes with sounds that make Amira flinch in her sleep. She has just turned one. She’s learning to walk, holding my finger with her tiny hand, laughing at the smallest things — as if she doesn’t see the destruction around her. She doesn’t know the word “loss.” She never met her father, but when she smiles, I see him there. Sometimes I watch her sleeping, and I wonder what kind of world she will grow up in — whether she will ever know what peace feels like, what home smells like. And yet, when she opens her eyes in the morning and says “mama,” everything becomes bearable again. I want to rebuild our home. Not just for the walls — but for her future. For Amira to have a small room, a safe place to dream, a life that belongs to her, not to war. I’m not asking for much. Only for a chance to give her a beginning filled with warmth instead of fear

 A Mother’s Message

Art By Ruby Mellen and Rama Duwaji.

This is not only my story. In Gaza, our stories blur into one another: some of us survived, some of us didn’t, and the bombs never cared to tell us apart. We are a people living through the largest genocide of this century.

I survived… but a part of me is still trapped there, in the moment I almost lost my life.

I return to my children trying to look strong, while the truth is that my family has no home, my husband has no work, and fear sits heavy on my chest every day.

And sometimes, when I quietly fall apart inside, a painful question passes through me: Would it have been easier if I had died? But then I see my children’s eyes… and that question fades, leaving only my plea to you.

And Viktor abused the crap out of the poor creature for not being smart enough when it was only following natural developmental milestones. Because, like most men, like his own father, he wanted to create life but he wasn't interested in raising it beyond that and instead wanted it to be born a doctor ready to show the world how smart Viktor is for creating a carbon copy of his brain except in a stronger immortal body. Elizabeth gave him five minutes of love and let him explore how sounds come out of her mouth and he started talking.

I like to believe the dance club had no members cause these were the type of posters Chase was handing out

for context: I wanted to make a magazine cover at first and gave up midway lol

Btww! Any constructive criticism is appreciated!

From @inc0mple's Keys Are People Too. God tier fic, 10/10, leaves me dead on the side of the road with every chapter. I'm so invested in this fic it's unreal 😭

HAPPY HALLOWEEEEEENNN 🎃🎃🎃👻👻👻

thought it would be cool to bring back this old drawing trend of the haunted house reaction images lol!! uhh don’t think about the size of silver and bronze, i totally meant to make them look like normal human sizes 😀😀 totally didn’t forget to make them tiny..

and then in a super subtle promo for my comic, i drew my character and CB characters with swapped outfits! if you wanna read my comic, it’s called “That’s the Spirit!” on webtoon 😈🤙🏽 it’s about gay mexican ghost hunters.