Main art blog of a 27 year old animation student who deeply loves making Art. I'm in various fandoms that probably won't fit in this description so don't be afraid to ask/interact about anything. I post art, edits and other related stuff. If you read till this far thanks a lot and feel free to stick around.
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Instagram Didn't Wanna Post The Proper Size So I Hope Tumblr Let's Me. Atleast JI Know How Too Tag Stuff
Instagram didn't wanna post the proper size so I hope Tumblr let's me. Atleast JI know how too tag stuff here properly too (just in case they start working again.)
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Since this is the platform where I’ve shared most of my stuff this year I really hope you guys like it. Posting has been sparse because this took up a lot of my time. But I think the effort was worth it to be able to share this personal animated end project. Be warned for feelings though.
It’s Only Logical - Chapter 20
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Pairings: Logicality/Prinxiety
Warnings: Passing mention of death, otherwise it’s all fluff to rot your teeth.
Chapter Twenty: Mothers, Meetings, and Roses
Virgil was idly wiping down the counters during the afternoon lull when his phone went off. He frowned as he saw an unfamiliar number, and nearly ignored it, but at the last second he answered it on a whim. “Hello?”
“Hello! Is this Virgil Mason, by any chance?” A woman’s friendly voice asked.
“That depends on who’s asking. If you think he owes you money, or have a warrant out for him, he’s dead,” he answered easily, leaning a hip against the counter as he lifted a metal carafe, turning to fill it with more coffee.
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