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I’ve had a lot of bullshit thrown at me for the last month which caused me to mentally spiral and crash pretty damn hard. It’s a shame my last couple posts have been this way but I’m pretty sure I’m getting better and doing better.

I will reach out to those of you I owe art to — I am so, so sorry for going radio silent. That is not how I conduct business and it was very unprofessional of me to just disappear like that. Thank you so much for your patience with me, your support genuinely means so much.

Once again, I apologize for just… vanishing. I will be getting back to normal over the course of the next week. Expect degen posting including but not limited to: Grisham. Corbeau. Corbeau and Grisham. My loves…

I noticed that he never fully opens his eyes (or in one case one more than the other). Because of the little fic you wrote under the drawing l imagine that he got some nerve damage from the expansion suit.

I do! I’ve got my plate full rn but I’ll open again in the near future!!💜

I guess I’ll use this ask as a chance to give a lil context for commissions going forward, too (@ everyone)

Once I finish this current batch, I will no longer be taking fully rendered commissions—I find myself being too overly critical with myself when I do big pieces and I started losing the drive/motivation to work due to how daunting the task of rendering felt.

I am alive! I got my magic beans back (adhd meds) 🚬🗿

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Art dump featuring Gris & L/Lysandre — Team Flare era Grisham, Modern L & Gris’s lil nightmare memories

NSFW snippet w/dubious consent below the break… 👉👈

I forgot to post this a little while ago — Expansion Suit Grisham.

🔥Grisham bolts upright with a strangled scream, drenched in cold sweat-disoriented for one horrifying moment before Parker's voice and touch ground him back to reality. His breaths come in ragged, uneven gasps as he clutches at her arms like a drowning man, wild-eyed and shaking uncontrollably.

'It-it wasn't real," he rasps, more to convince himself than her. His fingers skim frantically over his own body—checking for restraints, tubes, wounds… before collapsing forward into her embrace with a shuddering sob. "P-please, Parker... I felt everything.”

Haunted crimson eyes search Parker's face, begging for absolution he doesn't believe he deserves. The neural scars along his spine pulse faintly in the predawn gloom—phantom pains from violations etched permanently into his nervous system.

She pulls him close immediately, wrapping herself around him like human armor—one palm cradling the back of his sweaty neck while the other strokes firm, grounding circles between his shoulder blades, being careful to avoid the neural scarring. Her heartbeat thrums rabbit-quick against his ribs where they press together, betraying her own terror for him even as she keeps her voice steady.

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you’re so real for this 🫡

I’ve been struggling with artblock the last few days and my two favorite men dragged me out of it.

( @godserene and @kars always keeping me goin)

I’ll have more after… I finish… commissions 💜🗿

THANK YOU!!!!! DONT MAKE ME CRYYYYYY

HERE’s A NEW ONE ILL POST SOON…..