Crankifying And Decrankifying

out of extreme curiosity, where’d you get all the foxes merch you were wearing in the lil cosplay photo set you posted a while back?? they look incredible!!

hehehehe just seen this :) after we've all lived 3 cycles of life, if anyone's still interested: these are photo edits of slovenian representative clothing, sadly not foxes merch, but just as cool, slovenia is cool af

bye runners

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''I probably won't say what you're hoping to hear,'' Jean says.

another attempt!

this arty art is the result of me being overly emotional after reading this fic ---> http://archiveofourown.org/works/2471201/chapters/5480744 by drinkwithmegrantaire. this is kinda creepy and stalkery but hey i'm in love with that fic and yay i hope we get many many chapters :D NEWTMAS NEWTMAS NEWTMAS NEWTMAS

I love your art and style so much!

o o o o spikeface?? the family of things spikeface? im pleased you think so! i dig the family of things, i dig all its little markers such as theo mis-calling a body 'it'. you're so good at pulling the reader's attention together with scott's, lending it on theo. scott's animalesque instincts towards him become sensible. like, i would do the same. i dig characerising moments like stiles thrusting a blanket at theo, but clumsily so. i also really appreciate it when other charcters provide indicators about the protagonist's mental state. it seems so carry attentional verisimilitude: it seems good and correct that scott's attention is on describing external circumstance rather than his own experience. and then lydia says, scott, watch the road. or when stiles says to scott, you barely smile these days. i am digging the hotel vibe of theo sitting for breakfast across from lydia. i dig the part when lydia says, it's obvious, give us some credit, and scott says, it's not about that but you're wrong, theo is just- scott's sense of theo's otherness and intrigue is communicated so well here. i love stiles's attempts to navigate conversations with theo. i love which emotions you chose to write about. scott apologising about liking theo and lydia saying, what do you mean, sorry? i dig that theo smelled like the night air and himself. this comes so vividly to me. gives me windswept mental imagery. also the poison scene caffeinates me. thank you for that. imagine this real life scene: twin sisters talking about the family of things while having 11pm toast in their university managed flat