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Don't let me catch you

@gt-daboss

Heyo! Long-time GT lurker. DM's and asks are always open! I like to draw fluff and write angst. Don't hesitate to say hello! (I am an adult)

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Masterlist

Hey, never thought I would need to make one of these, but with my first story out, I think it's about time I made a simple way to find everything on my page!

IMPORTANT: I don't always update my masterlist immediately, ask if you think something should be added, but if you want to see my writing/art, look for tags #my art and #my writing

Taur Universe (GT)

GT April Fools

Part 1 Part 2

Glossed Over (On hold indefinitely)

Part 1 Part 2

Mermaid Story (On hold for now)

Art

Nightmares Comic (#Nightmares)

Nightmares AU's

Nightmares the Sequel! (#Nightmares)

Nightmares AU's (#Nightmares) Happy AU

Fan Art by @emijkoxy!! one, two FINISHED! Thank you for sticking with me on this journey!

History Presentation Intimidate

GT Mini-Comic: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Bonus

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Strangers in the Storm ch. 1

Summary:

This is part 3 of the In Darkness series. A fanwork of The Long Dark and the Borrowers. This story follows the story of Sage's parents (Maple and Dill) and what happened to them. Why did they leave Sage? Why did they go at the same time?

---Maple has lost everything thing. Haunted by regret and guilt over her choices. But there's no way to correct the past....the only way is forward. Faced with the challenges of surviving the wilderness on her own, will she trust this human who goes by the name Astrid? ----

Transcription of comic: 

Maple's thoughts in red: 

-*Did it even matter.......?*-

-*How could I???*-

-*It can't end like this......*-

-*I wish it killed me.....*-

-I deserve this... for what I did.....*-

-I can still fight.....still escape*-

-*With what? I lost my knife!*-

-*wish to go BACK......please let me go BACK!!!!*-

-*I shouldn't have left her*-

Text:

Maple hung from the talons of death. The strong talons of the hawk curled firmly around her middle, its curved claws --- in a stroke of luck missing her flesh. Her husband.....her soulmate in this life, wasn't so lucky. The curved claws had pierced his skin.

 The Talon- crushing him. 

Or maybe he was the lucky one. Considering what her final destination was....perhaps it would have been a mercy to share his fate. 

Her mind was at war with itself, consumed with regret, guilt, despair, and treacherous hope. The hope that she could still fight, still escape, still fix her mistake. Maybe she could slip away from the nest while her mate was consumed. Maybe she still had a chance to right her wrong. Maple's mind tore at her. With every fiber of her being, she wished she could go back and make a different choice. Even if she did escape, she knew deep in her heart it was too late to fix what she had done. 

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The Double Lie

Warnings: PTSD implied, Heavy Angst, lots of crying, self-hate, lots of tension, kinda whumpy (but a happy ending!)

~1500 words

(This is by far my most self-indulgent story I've ever posted)

“Honey!” A sickly sweet voice called from the kitchen, her voice as songlike as he had always remembered it, yet like everything after his escape, it felt different. “The cookies are cooled, do… do you want to eat them together?”

There it was, the very fact that she had to ask. He hated it. Why did she have to ask him to eat cookies together- why? He knew the answer, but it only made it worse: Because I asked her to.

Before he could even properly respond, her head peeked through the crack in the doorway. Her eye, larger than his head, scanned the room for him. “Oh- were you sleeping?” Cleo suddenly whispered, before spotting him on his desk.

Markus almost didn’t want to respond, as though if he stayed silent his problems would too, but alas… “No, sorry, just… focused…” he almost left it at that, but seeing her dejected face made him stir up some extra courage, “I-I’d love for a cookie, actually, that would be great.”

Building up courage to talk to your wife, you’re so pathetic

The Double Lie

Warnings: PTSD implied, Heavy Angst, lots of crying, self-hate, lots of tension, kinda whumpy (but a happy ending!)

~1500 words

(This is by far my most self-indulgent story I've ever posted)

“Honey!” A sickly sweet voice called from the kitchen, her voice as songlike as he had always remembered it, yet like everything after his escape, it felt different. “The cookies are cooled, do… do you want to eat them together?”

There it was, the very fact that she had to ask. He hated it. Why did she have to ask him to eat cookies together- why? He knew the answer, but it only made it worse: Because I asked her to.

Before he could even properly respond, her head peeked through the crack in the doorway. Her eye, larger than his head, scanned the room for him. “Oh- were you sleeping?” Cleo suddenly whispered, before spotting him on his desk.

Markus almost didn’t want to respond, as though if he stayed silent his problems would too, but alas… “No, sorry, just… focused…” he almost left it at that, but seeing her dejected face made him stir up some extra courage, “I-I’d love for a cookie, actually, that would be great.”

Building up courage to talk to your wife, you’re so pathetic

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log date 4. they tried to throw me into the monster pit but the monster has cuteness aggression so it's just been a lot of giant cuddling

ooooh hand drawn! and this art is really cute too!!

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