The Rabbit Hole

Don’t Let a 💎 Define Your ❤️

Hey Tumblr, 

This V-Day, why not take a moment to educate yourself on the history of diamonds? (Newsflash: They’re not forever, but they are a 🔥 example of clever advertising.) 

Watch the latest episode from our new show to learn more.

And remember — It’s cool if you simply love the brilliance of that bling; also cool if you opt to put those paychecks towards a trip or starter home or savings account with that lucky partner of yours; cooler still if you’re single this V-Day and focused on loving yourself, as you should. 🥰

But don’t let a rock define your heart.

Your Friends, 

Commissions are BACK, and with a BRAND NEW ADDITION of “MidWay”

come get your commissions today

RULES

I Will Not Draw: Underage, Scat, Extreme-Hyper, Growth, Gore, Macro, or Violent Sexual Situations

I Prefer Not to Draw but will Anyway: Futa, Hardcore BDSM, Bimbofication

I Will draw: Watersports, Lighter BDSM, Cosplay/Costuming, Bucnh of other stuff!

PATIENCE IS REQUIRED, im at the most busiest point of my life, please be patient, i get to everyone

NO REFUNDS, my money almost exclusively goes to rent, refunding puts me at a huge risk

3 DAY EDIT TIMES, after your commission is done, you may chose to have it Edited (Not redone) to fix small problems or change the aesthetic color overlays or fixing saturation for 3 days, after 3 days the edit goes unheard

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for @shadowweavy ~

Tiger, Lion, Cat, Buffalo, Deer, Jackalope, Bunny and Bat Figurines, by Evgeny Hontor on Etsy

For the 25+ shops featured by us taking part, see our ‘Birthday Sale’ tag

make up some lie, or

eventually get around to “I am not working because of depression/anxiety,” and subsequently have to deal with whatever bullshit-riddled and completely unsolicited opinions on mental illness this stranger feels obligated to share with me.

So my therapist was like, “You don’t have to do either. You can just say you haven’t worked in a while because you’re recovering from an illness.”

I tried it when the home inspector was here today, and it fucking worked. He was like, “oh, I’m sorry, are you doing better now,” and I’m like yeah, and don’t worry, it’s not contagious, awkward laugh, and we moved on.

He knows how it feels to see their faces pinch outside the window before they hurry to the next room.

Shane grew up in a 100 point nursery. They had torn, ratty, books and no teachers, and when snack time came, the tray was pushed through a slat in the door. They were called “unruly” and “damaged” and “stupid.” A lot of the other kids threw tantrums and broke furniture (and sometimes other kids). A lot of the other kids went quiet after the first few years when they realized they’d never be adopted until they were old enough (or pretty enough) to be useful. A lot of the kids cried and didn’t stop until they got taken away or were aged out.

Shane’s grown up a lot since aging out. He put himself through school, got himself a job, shed his 100 points like the torn clothes he’d left the facility in. He’s powerful now, successful, and he’s grown out of the twisted nose, big ears, and gap-toothed smile that had made him one of the less attractive 100 point babies. Or maybe he’s grown into them. Who’s to say?

It’s taken him a long time to get enough Parent Points to do what he wants. Being a man is, for once, somewhat hindering as most of society equates “parental” with “maternal.” He’s lost count of how many social workers have politely hid expressions of surprise when he told them he wanted to adopt stag, that he’s willing to take the classes, get the grades, make the oaths to get even one Parent Point.

They become a familiar sight in the marketplace.

“Here’s your change, ma'am. One gold piece.” The merchant holds out a palm, on top of which rests a tiny, brilliantly colored creature clutching a single gold coin.

“That’s a dragon,” you say dumbly. “One piece… and a dragon.”

“Yes.”

You cautiously reach out and attempt to take your change. You tug. It holds. You tug harder. The dragon lets loose a tiny, protective growl.

“Ma'am–no, ma'am, you have to take the dragon, too.”

“Sorry?”

The seller notes your dubious expression. “Not from around here, are ya?” They shrug. “Them’s the rules. Take the coin, take the dragon.”

They wait expectantly. Wondering how the world has so suddenly gone mad, you slowly, slowly hold out your hand.

The dragon perks right up. It scampers from their palm to yours with the coin clamped in its jaws and scales your sleeve with sharp little claws.

“Have a nice day, ma'am,” the merchant says. “Spend him soon, now, you hear? At another booth, if you can. He likes to travel.”

“Woah. What happened to your cannon?”

“I think… it got older.”

“Huh?”

“OK, don’t laugh.”

“At what?”

“So I was on Nessus, right, and I found an active Vex gate. A couple goblins came out every now and then, so I settled in behind a rock to plink at them, because I was still trying to get the hang of this thing and needed some live-fire practice, you know, to work on my reload.”

“Uh-huh.”

“So I’m plinking, getting bent out of shape that I can’t get used to reloading these little drums, that the cylinder’s too stiff, whatever, and I get… worked up.”

“Yeah?”

“And I… throw it into the gate.”

“Your gun?”

“Right. I was done, I’d had it with hand cannons, so I said ‘to hell with it’ and just winged it.”

“Into a Vex gate?”

“Yeah, ‘cause I figured that’s a sure way to never see something again. Thing is — and this is where you don’t laugh — it hit me in the face.”

“What?”

“I threw it into the gate, and it flew right back out and caught me right in the visor.”

“That’s… odd.”

“What’s odd is it looks like it’s been out in the elements for a thousand years. But I checked the serial number, and it’s the same gun. The really weird thing, though?”

“Hmm?”

“Reload’s way better. Masterwork custom tuning. Whatever happened on the other side of that gate, patina’s not the only thing it picked up.”

“And you’re just, what, fine carrying that around now?”

“No, but I’m terrified to let it out of my sight.”