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Bloodmoon gets a pat on the head the comic. Aka When Bloodmoon joins the cast! We get a lil taste of when Bloodmoon arrived to the daycare. Also some delightful character interactions as well. Gosh darn these beans are starved for affection. I will admit that and they never will. But hmn yes... Bloodmoon wasn't fully on board despite how much he and KC do interact. Also just staring at KC. I have a lot of thoughts on this AU I cant get all in comics. Can you imagine I did all this for one panel ALSO... a little announce under the cut here for stickers.
STICKER ANNOUNCEMENT UPDATE
I will be selling Bean Sticker Sheets plus another Bean Family Sticker (not pictured)! I have the products, a lot of things in life tho just set me back a bit in getting them out, you may have seen a post of me being excited when I got them in. It Will be Ko fi that I'm selling them on, they aren't up yet. But do expect them by the middle of May. They're like 4x6 sheets. Anyway theres an update there!!!
IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG GUYS 😭 hope i got all the hairstyle requests 👍
(The shit i went through to get this posted 😭 i got trapped out of my drawing program, and forgot the password to my email and then there was a limit to the amount of photos you could put in a post so i had to make a freaking collage BUT I DID IT I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT)
yes i made harper and ivor married bc i love them <3
Buster would probably let Suki, Porsha and Darius see the Moon Troupe's shows for free if they asked, but they line up to buy tickets anyway just to support him and the gang.
master luke’s various hair style
I can't not give kids to a couple I enjoy
mr. bill pines au by @honeqq
Yay! Sky was given fluffy blankets as a gift from his caring fans! (He looks so comfortable!) ^^ 🩶
𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮
pairing: tangerine x reader
tw: blood, injury, mention of toxic ex, subtle mention of sex, cussing, pain, not proof-read :(
message: to the ones who wish to be loved even when you have no strength to express it.
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At the late hour of two, the only sounds were the jingle of keys and rain pounding against the concrete. You'd be thinking, why is someone coming home at 2 in the morning?
But that was the norm for Tangerine. He had just come back from a 2 day trip, and instead of going back this own house, he ended up at your doorstep. You peeped your head through the door of your bedroom and watched the front door twist open.
Once the door opened and Tangerine walked in, his hair all over the place and damp, his suit untidy and bloodied with wet patches on his shoulder and back, his face exhausted, he dropped his bag onto the floor and shut the door softly.
Your shoulders relaxed at the sight of him, knowing you were safe and not about to be killed. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and walked out the room in your pyjamas. Which consisted of a silk lacy tank top and pants that were of the same material.
Tangerine walked up to the cabinet, grabbed a glass and filled it up with cold water from the fridge. He downed the water and set the glass on the counter. He leaned against the counter, exhausted, not noticing you yet.
"Tan?" You whispered as you watched his movements. He jumped slightly and his head snapped to you.
"Oh did I wake you doll? 'm so sorry" Tangerine apologised as he looked at his girlfriend. You shook your head and walked up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist.
"Darlin' I'm covered in sweat and blood" He sighed as he resisted his urges to engulf you in a hug and never let go.
"Don't care, missed you" You said simply and hugged him tighter. His urges were too strong for his superego, he wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you tight.
"Missed you more" He mumbled against your hair as he kissed the top of your head. You pulled away from the hug and he looked at you, his hands on your arms, the skin so soft compared to his.
"You must be tired?" You asked more than said as you held his hands, playing with his rings. He let out a sigh.
"You have no idea" He mumbled as he watched your gaze go from his face to his hand when you felt something mushy. You looked at his hands and your eyes widened. You fingers had just gone over a huge cut on his hand, a cut where blood was still spurring out.
"Oh God" You whispered as you looked at both of his hands. Both bruised up, purple, blue and red with blood either dried or wet. He looked at at his hands with you, he hadn't even noticed.
"Come here" You said, letting one hand go softly and guiding him to the elevated seats on the kitchen counter. You patted the seat, telling him to sit down. He did as told. You put both his hands on the counter to analyse.
"'s nothin', I barely felt it" Tangerine shrugged trying to calm you, the look of worry on your face worried him, but it also made him feel some type of way. Felt like he was cared for, felt like he was needed. Gave him a sense of belonging.
"Shh" You said sharply and went over the cuts with your finger, as if your touch would take them away. You winced slightly as you went over a splinter.
"How the fuck?" You whispered softly and looked up at him, he was looking at you, he shrugged.
"Don't know, sometimes just happens" He said. You squint your eyes at him slightly and got off you chair.
"Wait here, I'll be back" You said and disappeared into the guest restroom that was connected to the living room. Tangerine watched you leave. Usually he'd just wash the wounds with water and call it a day, but seeing the look on your face when you saw his wounds made him upset. Made him regret being so careless on the mission.
He wanted to go back and tell himself to be more careful. Just to make sure he never had to see the look on your face. You came out of the restroom with a first aid kit and sat next to him. You opened the kit on the counter and took out tweezers, cotton buds, alcohol, and a cream.
"Is g'na hurt a bit yea?" You said and grabbed his hand softly. Cleaning the tweezers before putting it against his skin to take the piece of wood or metal —whatever it was, you couldn't quite guess what it was— out.
He winced slightly as the sharp part poked his other wound.
"Sorry" You gasped softly and tried to be careful with him. Touching his hand, treating him as if he was a piece of glass. He had never been treated that way.
Lemon was his brother and he had obviously seen Tangerine cry but they never talked about it after, and vice versa. A pat on the back was the softest thing that they got from each other, and that alone meant the world to Tangerine.
But this, the way your soft hand carressed his wounds, the way you winced everytime your finger went over a cut as if you could feel his pain — it made Tangerine's heart warm. It made him feel gooey and mushy on the inside.
You dabbed a cotton bud in the alcohol and before you dabbed it on his skin, you turned to look at him. Where his gaze that was once on you, quickly shifted to look at his hand.
"This ones gunna sting a bit" You whispered, his gaze went to your face (again).
"Nothin' I can't handle" He shrugged. You went back his hand and dabbed the cotton bud on his wounds. The wound stung but all he could think about was you.
How beautiful you looked. You hair that was once probably in a proper firm plait, now a loose one with strays all over. Some strays falling in front of your face. You mouth slightly open, breathing through it because of how much you were concentrating.
You looked ethereal.
You are ethereal.
He admired the way you cared, the way your empathy ran through you like it was the main component of your blood. The way you smiled at him, the way you'd laugh at his jokes, the way you'd kiss him, the way your hair would feel when he ran his hand through his hair.
He was obsessed and he was not afraid to admit it.
He says he isn't afraid but is he really?
All his past lovers were nothing but simple fucks. Nothing but a hook up. He had never stayed long enough to feel the way he feels with you. Initially he thought about leaving, but the thought of leaving you, you, of all people.
Made him want to hang himself for ever thinking of such a thing.
"Okay now, I just need to put the cream on" You said, more to yourself, but it broke him out of his thoughts. He felt a wave of confidence, a wave of invincibility crashing against his feeling of doubt.
Now, Tangerine was a brave man, he could wrestle a bear and win if he wanted to. But to admit that he cared for someone as deeply as he cares about you? Now that could make him piss his pants.
"Y/n" He said softly. It was now, or never. You stopped your actions —opening the tube of cream— and looked at him.
"Hmm?" You hummed, telling him to continue, a strand of hair coming on front of your face.
"I... uh" He started but coughed awkwardly. You furrowed your brows but smile nonetheless, urging him to continue. He saw the smile on his face and felt as if it gave him strenghth.
"I love you" He said, he meant for it to be a bold declaration, but for some reason, it came out as a whisper. Your breath was caught in your throat. You felt as if you could jump in joy and do laps around the house. But you said nothing, letting out the breath that was stuck in your throat.
You gave him a soft smile, your eyes saying all that needed to be said, and you turned back to his hand to continue. No one had ever said that they loved you. At least not while you were fully clothed. He knew that.
That's what made your reaction so much better. He thought that you would push him away and never speak to him again, but it was quite the opposite. He didn't feel defeated when the answer he was faced with was silence.
No, he felt like he was on cloud 9.
He knew about your past. About how your ex boyfriend had used you for your body and would emotionally abuse you for being the way that you are. Kind, caring, loving.
He would only tell you that he loved you when you were naked and giving him your body — whether you wanted to or not. He only cared about himself. Not only did he use you for his own ego, he also used multiple other people, while dating you, hence, cheating on you.
Tangerine knew how much it meant to you, to be fully clothed, and feel loved. He also knew that you needed time. So he would give you as long as you needed. He would wait until the world ended if that's how long you needed.
What's great about it was that you knew. You knew he didn't want to rush you, he didn't mean it in any other way other than pure pragma —love not of lust, but of understanding
"Oh look at what I got the other day" You said excitedly after closing the tube and putting it back into the first aid kit, and picking something out of it.
"Thomas the Tank Engine band-aids!" You gleamed and showed him the box of band-aids with pride. He let out a soft laugh; it seemed as if he could never escape Thomas.
"They're very cute, love" He smiled at you and used one of his hands to push the strand of hair behind your ear.
Love. Love. Love.
Your heart warmed at the nickname. He had never called you love before. Doll, darling, beautiful, sweetheart — but never love. It felt right. Felt natural.
"Thank you" You smiled as you took three band-aids out and peeled the sticker off them and placed them softly atop his wounds.
"All done" You smiled, softly running your fingers over the band aids. You brought his hands up to your lips and kissed the bain-aids and the scratches one by one. He watched you, eyes full of nothing but adoration, and love.
You may not have said it, but he knew for a fact: he had never felt so loved.
fin.
a/n: can you guys tell i'm a med student? no? THAT'S BECAUSE I'M NOT. FUCK MODERN MEDICINE!! (i say this as i grab another paracetamol pill)
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Rescued these baby prairie dogs outside my work building...
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Arya: How long have you two been married?
Jon: *looking at Daenerys* Not long enough.
Daenerys: *trying not to smile because she wants to act like the comment meant nothing when really it meant the world*
Arya: *pretend barfing*
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Somebody in my guild chat titled me the "Prince of wholesomeness" :3
U just couldn't stop myself >w<
Redrew that scene from Cardcaptor Sakura because these guys would so do this.
Okay, just a itty bitty request
I kinda wanna see your Rearranged AU
No Mixes. Just your take on them like last time ('cause they are so fun and interesting on their own)
heres a . guh. handful
an extremely self-indulgent comic set a little post-Veilguard, ft. a new baby wyvern for Lucanis <3
Good old days :3
You guys can request me to draw anything if you want! (I’m bored lol)
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