Lulu – Final Fantasy X

She was a lot of work and challenged me in a lot of new ways. The belts from hell sure lived up to their names! She’s roughly 13 inches tall and her head is a liiittle top heavy but if you hold your breath just right you can get her to stand sometimes.

Now the dolls… those were new to me. Tiny things are hard to get the details right, but I was surprised with how much I managed to squeeze in. The Moogle is 4 and a half inches tall counting the pompom, Cactaur
is 3 and a half inches, Moomba is about 5 and a half inches, and
Cait Sith is 4 inches.

Want a plush of your own? Contact me for info! I’m willing to make just about anything with a decent reference.

THERE THEY ARE LOOK AT THESE SUPERB DOLLS BY ACTUAL LITERAL WIZARD MOONWHING

alexheberling:

I DID THE THING! On DA here.

raysdrawlings:

At long last I’m excited to share my comic ‘Tinder’! I had so much fun on this project and it got me really excited to write more stories!
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Twice Baked

docholligay:

@rhiorhino‘s commission request for this month was “Mako teaching the kids to bake” This is set within my Au of Mystery and Shadow, which I don’t publish to the main blog very often because it’s sort of dear to my heart. But this is 2010 words, and I hope you all enjoy it. You can find more of my writing at my Patreon! Thank you so much for your support.

“Kimi, you don’t need to be afraid. It’s just Aunt Mako.” Haruka tried to coax her forward.

Kimi shyly peeked out from behind Haruka’s chair, and Mako knelt down to her level.

“Yeah! We’re gonna have a lot of fun today!” She grinned at Kimi, who smiled back softly.

Haruka pulled a bag off the back of her chair. “All her asthma medication is in there, she should be fine, but just in case, you know, if something smokes or–”

“Haruka, I got it.”

“And if you need me, I’ll keep my cell phone on me. I won’t be more than a few hours, but if you can’t get ahold of me, Michiru’s at–”

“Haruka.” Mako looked up from her spot on the floor and gently placed her hand on Haruka’s knee. “I got it.”

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abadpoetwithdreams:

People often argue about whether or not Elrond and Elros were twins, but a careful reader of Tolkien’s texts would realize that Elrond is clearly the Eldar brother.

kaybeecreates:

Drawing some Sailor Scouts, testing some different styles.

Oops.

docholligay:

(Forgive any typos, I literally just threw this together in the last five to ten minutes after seeing your post.)

Her hair is tangled, her dress is rumpled, and Minako’s drunken vulgarities still ring obnoxiously in her ears. Normally she’d be rather cross with this predicament, but tonight is special, the hotel is a haven, and for now, she’s surrounded by nothing but love. Michiru stops at the foot of the bed, posture perfect and head held high, and falls ungracefully onto the faux silk duvet. She doesn’t need to see Haruka’s face to know which smile accompanies the chuckle reverberating deep in her throat, amused and tired and echoing love. A stiff thwack against the carpet rings her jacket’s resting place, and the exaggerated pops Michiru hears between Haruka’s grunts ensures that those buttons will need to be reinforced. A chore for later–she can hardly lift her head. A sewing needle, however lighter, would be a monumental task in comparison. The bed dips and Love closes in with strong arms and a stronger will, nuzzling her nose in Michiru’s hair as she pulls her to her chest, carefully avoiding the edges of her vest. Michiru appreciates this–waking up with red crevices on her cheeks would be unsightly and, more importantly, Haruka would tease her about it until they faded. She sighs when fingers knot behind her head. No words are needed. They rarely ever are. She rests upon her nightlight soul, and welcomes the tide of love.

OH MY GOD I AM TOO GAY FOR THIS THIS IS TOO GAY I AM DYING I AM DEAD