My Favourite Trope Has To Be:

My favourite trope has to be:

I sacrificed myself to save you. I didn't plan to survive. I burnt all the bridges. I intended to break your heart with my death, but that would be all right, because I wouldn't be around to see you. I pretended that you'll mourn me for a while and move on. I convinced myself I was going down in the blaze of glory. That my deed was appreciated. That everything was going to be all right afterwards, and I didn't need to be there to see it.

But I survived. And now I have to look you in the eye. I have to pick up the pieces of the life I shattered and figure out how to put it back together. If it can be done at all.

Entirely forgot I ordered this godawful little Aventurine plushie, but he arrived today (along w/ the VERY sexy clothes I selected for him) and . . .

Did they get his eye colors fucking backwards? YUP. Did I, to my surprise, have to do the blushing on his face and body myself? YUP . . . (for once my BJD customization skills came in handy for something else) Did I do some blushing on his ass bc it's funny to me? YUP. Is he a fucking catboy under that bunny hoodie? YOU KNOW IT. Am I gonna snuggle him and let him sleep in my bed bc I'm pathetic? . . . . . . TAKE A GUESS /:<

Warm-up sketches

hey has anyone found a way to act on your desires without opening yourself to failure