"I Am Wilbur Soot! The Fallen Hero: Siren! And You Will NEVER Forget Me Now!"

Hello. I don't know if you two still work on it, but I wanted to thank you both for making, "The Death in His Smile".

Hello, thanks for your message! It's nice to know that even though we haven't worked a lot with tdihs for a long time, people still enjoy it :)))

The fic is currently on an indefinite hiatus due to both of us having a lot of irl stuff. I'm specifically graduating from uni this year.

I can't say that we abandoned this fic, it's our baby and we love it. But we don't know when we come back. But it's a pleasure to know that someone is still waiting :))) I hope you gonna stay with us until we start to post again

aim for the heart

New season of silly life has begun :D!

qtntduo

Grief

big q with a ponytail

Various doodles from episode 1 of limited life! I have a lot more to be posted soon, but I wanted to throw some color on some of the sketches I’ve been sitting on for a few days :]

Featuring: Martyn’s asides are literally so funny to me idk what it is about it LOL, Bad boys doing… what bad boys do best(??????) and a few different bad boys outfit concepts I came up with— i’ve got a finalized design that’ll be fully colored soon, but yeah!!

Jimmy and Tango seeing each other in the tunnel and being paralyzed with shock at first. The first words are whispers, lips being barely able to move and form actual words.

Jimmy steps forward first, but Tango launches himself at the Sheriff. Jimmy stumbles back as he catches Tango, laughing with tears in his eyes threatening to spill. Tango is squealing and nuzzling against Jimmy, hugging him tight.

"My rancher!" Tango shouts, peppering kisses around Jimmy's face. Jimmy is giggling madly, swinging Tango around in circles. They fall to the ground practically in a ball together. Tango started crying.

Jimmy wipes Tango's tears away, kissing under his eyes delicately.

Tango gasps and pulls out a horn, blowing into it and letting a song play into the tunnel. It wasn't their song but it still carried the same meaning.

"Oh, I don't have a horn." Jimmy says while looking around. He's still smiling and still holding onto Tango like if he let go the latter would vanish.

"I got one," Grian brushes past fWhip and hands Jimmy his horn. The blond blows into it, returning his rancher's call. Just like they promised.

everything stays