So I hate to post about personal stuff on this blog (I have a separate place for that kind of thing), but my partner Emmanuel (’the bae’) was involved in a hit-and-run car accident while I was at Atlantale.
He’s fine physically, but our car was written off as a total loss, and our insurance company is refusing to cover nearly $500 in transport and storage fees. This wouldn’t normally be such a big deal – we live with my father-in-law, since I need to take care of his elderly mother, so rent isn’t an issue. But since we’ve been treating Canela at the vet (for a persistent skin infection) we’re already several hundred dollars down, and this will affect my ability to seek therapy.
So, I’m re-opening commissions if anyone’s interested. Prices and examples of things I can do are below – but if you want something that’s not necessarily listed, please ask!
I accept payments via Paypal invoice or Ko-Fi (a Paypal-affiliated company for increments of $3 USD – there’s a button on the blog’s sidebar for it). Any little bit helps.
Oh, and the event will continue as normal, by the way, or at least while I have the energy. I caught a ‘con cold’ at Atlantale and it’s leaving me kind of drained, but it’s mild enough for me to do sporadic updates. ❤
It’s almost 12 am and I wanted to write something cute. I think this would be an adorable comic. Someone hop on that. 😀
For a moment, Mabel Pines isn’t his sister.
She’s just a girl sitting on the living room couch next to him with one leg propped up on his lap and other dangling over the cushion. She hums out the lyrics of every song that plays on her phone’s playlist and every now and then she points at him indicating that it’s his turn to sing with her, which he rejects doing by shaking his head. She just shrugs and returns to reading the teen magazine in her hands.
He gives off a grin that she can’t see because she isn’t paying attention to him at that moment, so he bends forward and leaves a gentle kiss against her cheek. She lets out a giggle that honestly sends his heart racing. She doesn’t know what she’s doing to him, but he doesn’t think it matters when she pulls him back to her to kiss the edge of his lips.
“Are we being affectionate tonight, Dipper?” Her voice is sultry and playful and he’s sure he hears a tone of mockery in there, but he couldn’t care less. He presses the palm of his hand into her cheek and she gives him a sigh that makes him melt.
non-suspicious 