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Yeah I said something similar yesterday but we can NOT let what happened to Renee Good cloud what happened to everyone else at the hands of these SS Demons!!!
Because we can’t disregard one person if we’re for human rights!
“queer love saves lives.” [analog] collage. 2025. created by me.
availble in b&w + color on inprnt
my favourite artwork from last year :) shallow water lurker
The tide of our story’s got a hold on me
Had to remake the chibi Ghouls to have them in a proper size for stickers and with better details like Dew’s lil cast 🖤 adding Cirrus, Storm, Mist and Special
Rain is newly jobless and single, and moving back into his small hometown barely a week before Christmas.
Dewdrop is stuck running an outdated hotel all by himself, hiding from the festive season and its reminders of all the fun he isn't having.
Rain didn't expect to have to spend his Christmas staying in the Hearthside Inn, and he certainly didn't expect it to be run by the man he'd had an unrequited crush on so many years ago. Least of all had he expected the hotel proprietor to be quite so rude. Will he be able to break through Dewdrop's walls and rekindle his love of the festive season before Christmas?
Yes, this is just as cheesy and trope-y as you would imagine.
Rating: T Content and warnings: Enemies-to-lovers, past cheating, human AU, Christmas fluff, mild alcohol use Word count: 23,295
☸️ The Ninth Wheel on Etsy ☸️
“𝘎𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘺,
𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴” <3
Late night rendezvous
Serial killer Mountain who comes home to Zephyr every other night covered in blood with a vacant look in his eyes. Zephyr who brushes the hair from his face and chastises him for the mud he tracked in on the freshly cleaned wood floors but still scrubs the stains from his clothes and sharpens his hunting knife - and he loves the sight of them with it in their hands.
