Их - вместе. Потому что Рид900 💖

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ещё немного скетчей по моему фф по бурде, который - к моему счастью и удивлению - многим полюбился 💔 без вас этой работы бы не было - знайте это!

a few more sketches based on my burakhovsky fanfic, which - to my surprise and joy - a lot of you really loved 💔 this work wouldn't exist without you guys — just so you know!

my fic:

Caleb had just returned from another long-distance trip with the Fleet. Sitting in his office, filling out a thousand and one files, he rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed noisily from the annoying work.

His head tilted back and a few papers fell off his desk, but Caleb didn't care. He just wanted to rest after completing such tedious tasks.

His cell phone vibrated with a notification. A photo message floated up first in the notification bar from a contact with a cute cat-filtered photo in his avatar.

Getting his uniform in order, Caleb stood up from his desk and began to make his way through the terminals of his workstation. A familiar and beloved figure appeared before his eyes.

A girl with a shopper on her shoulder was looking around. She was known in the Fleet, and was allowed to walk around. But still some strange glances were felt.

His lips spread into a smile: he didn't care if others saw something soft in the ruthless colonel's figure at the sight of his wife.

“Pipsqueak!” he exclaimed in a warm and loving voice, coming up to you and admiring your figure.

A little rounded and so soft. His wife had gained a little weight during their first pregnancy. Your motherhood looked great in his eyes. Those rounded shapes that he wanted to squeeze. Or a belly that makes him want to press his ear to it and hug it tight.

This pregnancy was not very expected, sometimes he thought it was even bad timing. After all, the EVER was still unsettled. But he had no power over this little miracle.

It was his dream. You're in his hands. And little legs in his house

You see, guys, tomorrow, the most popular messenger around the country - Telegram, is going to be (probably) totally blocked by government and I don't know if I could get through that blocking. We are already so fucked up, so you basically can't access internet without VPN. All sites where I post, besides Tumblr (for now), like YouTube, Ficbook (russian fanfiction site btw) , AO3 and Telegram.

We can really access normally only couple of Russian social media (related to government) and some not banned social media. Like Tumblr, again! (Surprisingly, really). But it also work hardly without WiFi. You see, in many russian regions you can't access internet without WiFi like AT ALL. Literally, I'm writing this post while trying to catch local WiFi in my college while using VPN (and proxy on telegram), because otherwise I won't have internet at all. Near me my friend, sitting on this WiFi in TikTok, with mods pushing censorship and with vpn. And this is like our norm now. I can't believe that, but it's true. I never supported russian government, never saw anything good coming from it in recent years. Only censorship and destroyings.

I post it because I'm kinda tired of it, I just wanted to talk about it so I won't stay alone with those thoughts. I know you probably don't expect to hear something political related from me, but sorry, I can't stand this conditions. Maybe my russian fellows would go to comments and share their thoughts and maybe share, how they pass all that bullshit. Thanks everyone for supporting, thanks my dear precious @defgrrrrlie for being there for me and for stable vpn :3. Thanks to one my greate follower for telegram proxy (sorry I couldn't find your tag, you can show up in my comments, thanks you for it and for supporting my youtube and my fanfiction). Also thanks to @bobobopal for supporting my fanfiction, @hotmilfzone and @omabinskikh for supporting me and arts ;333. And thanks everyone else who's here for me, I see you all guys, you are cool, you are greate, we'll get through it!

Visual signal, fire! Dance

Until you give me an answer, eternal infinity loop

Signals echoing in the void with nowhere to go

Always offline, any reply will never come

A scream without an echo, for you

Is it a parallel line? Am I alone? This never-ending wait

Hey (Hello?), where are you now? Try waving your hand

Um, you’re alive, right? If you're dead, answer me