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and as always TYSM - Almost done with the school year!

I tried to do a little bit o’ BOTH

i was thinking of pickles and toki doing matches of arcade Mortal Kombat brutally crossed

...which then i got herb’d and thought of sketchin a cursed rough MK DK vs title card

they played for a total of thirty minutes and then went into the kitchen for the remainder of the night dissecting lunchables

for the klokateers since Summer is rolling along, I thought about the beach and bbqs and bonfires and blended it into a lil doomstar-illuminated hangout - I like thinking that Nathan would let the gears take whatever meat they want that he brings to the haus after his hunting trips, so they are cookin’ from his selection (ft a halibut they caught), to soon enjoy their grub as the sun sets

me too! rainy days are great. im sure ill find something to do haha and ofc ill draw some mag and pickles :] i will never say no to drawing these two

playing with each other’s fingers

Pickles loves painting Magnus’ nails. Despite the older man’s jests, the act had less to do with him occasionally applying coats on Nathan’s nails–back when the band was still together– and more to do with his old stint with Snakes N’ Barrels. Toki doesn’t get it, but neither man expects him to. Whether it be ten minutes, days, or years, some habits are harder to remove than others. It’s a lesson built from experience, in which Pickles and Magnus are overflowing. So when basic cable fails to provide suitable entertainment, Pickles takes Magnus’ hand in his, graces the underbelly with a playful tickle from his fingers before locking his hand in Magnus and declaring it time for a new coat. Then, a generous amount of pulling and splaying fingers apart. They keep forgetting to buy a new bottle of nail remover, so as Toki mindlessly flips through the channels, Pickles and Magnus scratch at his nails. Magnus jokes about the mess they’re making while Pickles tugs a little too hard and pops a finger joint.

“Hey,” Magnus says with a grunt, then tries retracting his arm from Pickles’ spry hold. He doesn’t get it very far; within moments of his discontent registering, Pickles clasps Magnus’ hands, reeling him back in.

“Sawrry, dood,” he teases, then places a quick peck on Magnus’ middle finger before twirling his fingers free. “Din’ mean to cause any trouble. Yet.” He watches Magnus’ barely offended expression soften to a smirk, and in the corner of his eyes, Pickles catches Toki bring his own finger up to his mouth before motioning an exaggerated gag.

one time, when my dad was working at a law firm for the first time, he was talking with another attorney who was an older conservative man.  during the conversation, the higher-up said “all that's solid melts into air” and my dad was like “whoa, did you just quote the communist manifesto?”  the higher-up tried to argue with him, insisting that my dad was wrong about the quote’s origins.  then my dad was like “okay, i’ll look it up so this can be a valuable learning experience for all of us”. 

YAYYY THANK YOU! :’D

Send me a sentence and I’ll write the next 5 .

thanks for indulging me in this Razz :’) 

oof not going to lie, not my strong suit haha. but I’ll try!

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“I think someone is plotting an assassination,” Catra decides to announce in the middle of their cuddling session.

“Wait, what??” Glimmer yelps, jolting upright. “Who? Why? I’ll get them first-- give me the name!”

“It’s, uh, just a rumor for now,” the Fright Zone Queen explains as she sits up as well, fumbling over her words. Despite being a public figure, communication has never been her strong point. 

But Glimmer immediately thinks that she’s being weirdly calm about all of this… Shouldn’t she be freaking out right now? Or executing someone? Knowing Catra, it’s not like her to pass up an opportunity to ruin someone’s life. Something else must be going on...

And then, Catra asks, hesitantly, “... Will you stay with me tonight? I just feel… safer, when you’re around.”

Oh. Ohhh.

Glimmer gets it, now.

It's one of the weird benefits of being the evil Queen's consort. You see the soft parts of her.

“Hmm... Bold of you to trust me enough to sleep beside you without slitting your throat,” Glimmer teases, in good ole dark Horde humor.

Catra cracks a smile. “I sleep with one eye open.”

Glimmer scoots closer to the Horde queen, who reflexively closes her eyes and parts her lips.

Instead, Glimmer places a gentle kiss on top of her eyelid. 

Next, she kisses under Catra’s jaw, right over the vein. She holds it there. Feels the beat of the pulse against her lips.

She takes Catra’s hand, flips it over. Kisses the delicate, fragile skin of her wrists.

Catra hisses softly. As if to ask, “are you threatening me?”

Their hands intertwine, tightly. Glimmer rests her forehead against Catra’s. Yes, she might be.

“You’re a terrible liar,” Glimmer murmurs.

Something you want to do again next year?

i really want need to start working out again.  i’m not optimistic about gyms opening up next year, but idk how much longer i can go lol

Talk about a new friend you made this year

*waves shyly to all of my mtl friends*

How was your birthday this year?

it was during a pandemic so...