In The Comfort Of The Arms Of A Fallen Angel Or Smth (I Lied And Finished It)

[SDR2 Post-Canon AU]

I lost the original meme format, but you can pry "Everyone wants Fuyuhiko and Peko to join them" from my dead hands

Would you care to illustrate Edward Kaspbrak in your "slutty Eddie tee"? It's for important science purposes.

hilarious. he would never

Reunited 💫

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I've been dragging posting this one bc a) probably the last one b) you know how it is with art when you look at it too much and c) explicit emotion BUT I will be brave 😤 also shout-out to lines that are now a permanent wallpaper in my brain. anyway sun and stars you get it

Coffee is a love language for itself so I spent 2 panels to just make sure everyone had some and didn't realize it until I did the lineart qwq

LAST PART

FIRST PART

R+E kissing compilation 💚💙

Sooooo unserious

apple justice idk

maya and diego…maya and diego…her sister’s new boyfriend may be a little bit weird and he may talk a little too flowery just to make himself look smart, but he lets her sneak sips of his espresso behind morgan’s back (her first time ever trying and it’s too bitter: she spits it out almost immediately and he laughs from deep down in his belly), teaches her a little spanish and grins from ear to ear when she first greets him with a ¡che, que tal!, buys her samurai comics at the train station before coming to visit with mia and won’t accept any of the quarters she’s managed to scrounge up from unassuming tourists when they accidentally let one drop to the dirt, holds her right hand (mia always has to hold her left) when she goes to the city and forces the three of them to wait in line for in-n-out (she’s heard that’s the tourist-y thing to do), picks her up and spins her round and round in a circle the way her daddy was never there to do. looks at her sister with a fondness the women of her family have never been able to relish in, a love so unconditional she could only hope to read about it in one of her old, worn storybooks, the ones she left behind with age; and, at the end of the day, that’s the only thing that really matters, isn’t it?