#hm. does this count as a doodle??

[kayvsworld]

hug baby dot png

[printchar]

💾: "hi...?"

[quinn-pop]

actually what if i just posted this. no context

(jk it’s an idol au lol)

[sysig]

I love you thiiiiiiiiiiis much! (Patreon)

[chqnaslexpzzz]

Chiaki, Full Introduction!! ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ

I finallly finished Chiaki, so here's step 1, 2 and 3 Chiaki. Tho I might change his design in step3.

Since little Chiaki was very shy with basically everyone. He always found it hard to talk with other kids his age and it didn't help that hm, Fuuto and their mama moved a lot making it harder for him to create a bond with other. When he moves to Golden Groove, he's just nervous to meet new people.

(Step 1) Chiaki is a shy boy that often hide behind his twin or his scarf and hair. He often stays silent and never speaks up for himself. But he does talks a lot if he's comfortable enough, he'll start talking nonstop about his favorite musics and stories. If he's not at home with his sibling, you could find him reading or writing in his backyard. He's also a very proper boy, unlike his twins, since he can't focuse with a mess around him. He always clean his room and bags when he can, sometimes doing it for his brother.

When he and his brother met Qiu and Tamarack he felt shy at first not wanting to talk to them too much. But as the day and weeks went by he grew fond of the both of them, even growing strong feeling for a special someone

(Step 2) Four years went by and Chiaki is not so shy anymore. As the timid boy grew he became more confident with people around him, especially around his friends. He's not scared to tell when someone's wrong, sometimes being a bit to blunt about it. And as time went by, he showed his perfectionism more, having a need of anything being neat and organized, leading him to sometimes get a little upset at people around him. He's still very passionate about his hobbies, but all of those hobbies comes after school because his grades are the most important things to him, because if he can't keep up his excellent grades he's not that good. And of course he still as his friends to count on and he's always ready to make time for them. And even after four years, his feelings for his dear best friend and neighbour got even stronger as they both grew. As Chiaki realized his feellings grew more and more, he kept it to himself.

I don't have anything certain planned for step 3 expect that he's went back to being shy in front of people he didn't know well (but stil very honest with his friends and family) and that he focusses more on his passion for the violon. (Here's some doodles of step 3 <(￣︶￣)>)

[r4dio-b0y]

HOW TO GET YOUR SH*T TOGETHER - SCHOOL EDITION

Intro: well, ik this isn’t the kinda stuff I usually post, but I’ve been wanting to write this. I’m a HUGE procrastinator, but I’m also an overachiever, so it’s just a really shitty self-fulfilling prophecy, ya see. My mental health also does nOT help so it’s hard to balance things. Though, I have found ways, and here are some school related:

• Don’t THINK about procrastinating. You’ll most likely end up procrastinating if you keep thinking of it, yk? Just don’t think abt it and sit down. Do your shit. Work it 🫵🏻 •

• Write down stuff from the lecture, no matter if the teacher wrote it down or not. I N I C I A T I V E is everything, you silly. •

• Take small breaks !!!!!!!!!! Do noooot overwhelm yourself. I love u and u should be in good spirits when studying, hm? •

• Set yourself a daily goal. Mine is 1hr of study per day, without counting the breaks (as I don’t study in them, obvi). •

• Slowcore music, FOR sOMe rEaSON really helps me studying!!! I think it’s cuz the instrumental is louder than the lyrics, so I can’t really pay attention to them. Well, anyways. My recommendations on that are: sign crushes motorist; take care; birth day; i dont like my mirrors, etc etc. what i do is to just throw their whole discographies into a playlist and BOOM name it a study playlist. Like. Urm. Thats it. •

• holy shit, organize your rat corner of studying, my dude. it literally did WONDERS for me. I cleaned drawers, put all the stuff that crammed my table in them. I also added a cool luminary, but u don’t gotta do that. •

• ALSO those magnet metal boards are a must for me !! i’ve been using them for yeARS and its wonderful <3 •

• minty sweets are also cool, specially those ones that u can keep on ur mouth. idk why. extra energy, i guess. •

• NOTION. NOTIONNOTIONNOTION. It’s amazing. I keep everything from school in it, plus assignments and links to websites. I strongly recommend u to check it out !!! •

• do NO use your phone in between study seshs. Trust me. It’s going to distract u lots. Replace them for books, or if you play an instrument, do that. Jeez, just doodle or grab a snack •

• always keep close to u a schedule with all the subjects u got each day. it’ll help u to remember what to bring + will get u out of trouble with the teachers •

UH THATS A BIBLE. URM. BYE.

[dragon-spaghetti]

2, 3, 5 and 20 for the Weirdly specific Artist asks 😁

2. Is it easier to draw someone facing left or right (or forward even)

Depends on the character!! Eg charlie & vaggie are easier to draw facing their left because of their hair parting, but I tend to draw characters like husk & niffty facing their right a lotta the time ;v;

3. What ideas come from when you were little

I,, hm. Not ideas necessarily but things like adoring drawing wings & cats have been a running theme for me for Many Years if that counts lmao 😭 they were doodled all over my school notes,, husk was made for me 💖

5. Estimate of how much of your art you post online vs. the art you keep for yourself

I post the vast majority!! Some stuff I keep to myself if they were just quick warmup doodles or I didn't like how they turned out, but yeah I do post most of my art!! I like to show people ✨

20. Something everyone else finds hard to draw but you enjoy

Does the fact I adore rendering count?? Have met a fair few artist friends who have colouring as the bane of their existence, but it's def the part I always look forward to the most!!

[ansbobcar]

EP 4. A small problem

WORD COUNT. 1480

Link to overview

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It’s been a month now, the gossip magazines and Kaldo’s loud mouth spread their relationship like the summer wildfire the Ice Cane put out in the south. But sadly, their work only seemed to double as well, leaving them no room to do anything but head over to Joe’s for some sweet intoxication to rid the stress late at night. But that only worked for him. She couldn’t get drunk even if she wanted to, bringing a notebook to doodle cute dragons and doors to pass the time until the brunette dozed into slumberland. Not exactly what either of them thought.

“Maybe we should abstain from alcohol for a month,” she told herself, as she draped a mossy green knitted blanket over her junior before she placed a light heating spell onto the blanket. Although the office had a fireplace, the room’s insulation wasn’t the best. Thankfully, the capital was never met with shivering blizzards or even snowfall like the northern regions so the nightly breeze which commonly greeted the open window only licked a tingly sting once in a while.

His hand hung loose and poked out of the blanket, and quickly adjusted it. “I’ll see you again in the morning, okay?” She ruffled his hair and stood up.

“Rinka,” he mumbled in a whisper. “Can you stay, please? I don’t want them to get suspicious.”

‘He’s cute when he’s drunk,’ she commented to herself. “Alright.”

_ _ _

Strutting down the hall with elegance that could make a fair maiden and manly gentleman’s heart swoon at such a pristine face, was a man chosen by the gods. Even with a son who was only 5, he was intrigued and amused by his god daughter’s whereabouts. After all, she had completely skipped the dinner his lovely wife had prepared to be with her boyfriend! He couldn’t believe it! She wasn’t in her usual place so he walked up and burst the doors open with a clear question.

“What have you lovebirds been up to?!”

Godfather or not, he was shushed. “It’s only 6 in the morning, Ryoh. What about your own child?” Carefully pouring tea into a cup.

“It’s a weekday, he’s going to attend kindergarten,” he brushed off, gladly accepting a cup and adding a cube of sugar. She shook her head at his reply. “What did you want anyways?” She watched as he sat down next to her on the couch just facing the sleeping brunette. 

“Just wanted to beat Kaldo at his snooping game--I’m kidding, how far have you guys gotten?”

“What do you mean by far?” Puzzled by his words, she sipped onto her own cup.

“You guys must have kissed already if its’ been months now,” her eyes stiffened from widening from those words. “Or has it gone further?” He pestered her, shoulders apprehensive at the thought. “What about dates hm?” to which they relaxed once more.

“We’ve mostly only had time to drink, and he does it ‘till he’s senseless,” she sighed. “Any ideas? We’ve been stacked to the point we can’t think elsewhere.”

“Maybe try a picnic for a change, there’s this really nice spot in the forest where you can oversee a lake and mountains,” he mentioned. Taking out a photo of when he was younger with his wife-then-girlfriend, they were matching in blue  “Yeah, this one. You should take him there. Oh and wear different clothes. Helps with avoiding the paparazzi quite a lot.”

“I’ll consider it.”

Consider? Once he woke up, they immediately agreed without any further questions. Children are becoming more and more ungrateful as they grow older. They opted to do it the morning after the next, after acquiring the location of the area from the idea generator himself. After dropping off their spare clothes in the office for the night, they both agreed to meet at the spot the following morning.

With a simple yet powerful spell, her eyes were greeted by a grassy hill and cornflower dyed sky surrounded by forests and a lake in the distance as stated with a basket in hand. The blonde searched with her eyes for another figure and oddly enough, she saw a silhouette in white. She snickered at the thought as she lifted up the hem of her skirt and walked over.

_ _ _

If it wasn’t for the straw hat, basket and lack of onlookers, he would’ve confused the sight of her in a white dress for a bride walking down the isle. “We didn’t even plan our outfits together,” she covered her mouth with a gloved hand before giggling. “We’re like swans or something.”

The sun rose in the horizon slowly as they took a seat. She only brought tea, bread and spreads, and 4 baked sweet potatoes. Handkerchiefs were provided by him though. The ambience and freshness of the forest lightened their mood as they began to eat breakfast.

“You really like potatoes,” he murmured, amazed at the flavour with barely anything.

“My mom grew these,” she stated. That’s… such an odd thing to grow though. “She lives outside of the city now, so it makes more sense to do it.” No it doesn’t. “She might try making a business with the city market and restaurants for the fresh produce. Just a side hustle you know.”

The light summer breeze tickled them with the swaying hairs of grass, tiredness was still present in his body though, proceeding to lie down on the mat. Out of care, she took off her bonnet and covered his face from the light. “You don’t need to do that…” lifting it up before he let go of it once more. There was no point in putting up a fight, closing his eyes.

The blending hues of the sky against the gradient of green, the scent of the mild morning dew, paired with the lingering vapour from her teacup made her wish this painting filled with a quiet warmth could be frozen in time. She wanted the moment to last forever. “This would’ve probably been extremely romantic if we were in love,” she mumbled under her breath. “No kidding.” 

The ground trembled unnaturally with deep voices filled with rage cascading the background. With increasing magnitude, she hastily placed down her cup and took out her wand from the basket. “What are you doing?” He lifted himself up from his resting position.

“Checking out the issue, there’s a nearby village here which specialises in sheep,” she explained. “So it’ll be better to prevent it, it’s early in the morning to not bother them just yet.”

“I’ll follow you right afterwards then,” flicking his wand to pack their belongings. Immediately, she flew like an angel without wings towards the source. She saw two giants with weapons in hand and immediately amplified her voice. “Please stop!”

“Butt out, you human!” The beared out seethed at her whilst holding his axe. “This is a problem between me and Broggy. Today is no different than the last.”

“What’s the problem then?” They began to explain that recently, the two had split the property of the forest in half in order to settle a dispute. “Our issue, is that damned lake! Broggy gets all the fish!”

“Can’t you introduce more fish into the pond then? Or introduce a fish and produce trade exchange?”

“He might poison me if he does that!” They refuted her suggestion. The two hated each other’s guts. “So as tradition, we settle disputes with a fight. And why are you a human butting into our business? Clearly you were on a honeymoon.”

“But then you’ll frighten the nearby village and increase anti-giant sentiments than before,” she explained. “You wouldn’t want that to happen would you?” Irritating the bearded giant.

“This is an issue between us two! I’ll smack you before you can see it!”

She hawked at the comment internally while keeping her placating expression. “I wouldn’t suggest that if I were you.”

“You’re testing my patience lady,” readying his axe to batter her miniscule body into oblivion. The lack of hesitation in her words infuriated him further to begin his move. “You’ve been warned.”

With a hefty swing charged at her followed by a crack, the heavy axe lost its direction, landing human metres before the other giant’s deer sized toes. Broggy, a giant who had only begun his adulthood, wished he had never fought with the oldie. A giant who was revered in his youth for being an excellent stonesmith. His glass-like eyes watched the tiny human woman’s cloud-coloured dress get muddied without a hint of disgust in her face. Her expression was so serene at the sight of his neighbour’s conditioned and rugged body bursting with violent vigour and dyeing the calming colours of the setting with crimson, his feet were left planted in their place.

The reputable giant Marj Ream was killed. By a human.

_ _ _ _ _

Lol. Uh. I realised, I made a big error with Orter's timing. It's only possible for it to have been 15 months at best unless we're going from before he started being a DV. We're going with that I guess, I'm so lazy to readjust the first episode again TwT I'm so sorry for the inconsistency y'all.

Also did you enjoy the slight date they had? I want to try writing spicier stuff but I'm like mortified that it'll feel too forced. See ya next time.

[kopawz]

it is wip wednesday, my dudes. i wish i could add a keep reading on mobile... oh well! here:

CNMN had placed a small, featureless, saturated brown journal into Chai’s hands.

808 brought a paw up to slightly pull the journal downwards so she could examine it herself. Smelled like CNMN.

Staring at it for a few moments, Chai opened the pages, flipping through–

"Hey, these are all blank."

"For now, Mister Chai–" CNMN had a big, open-mouthed smile drawn on his face, "But soon, you should be able to write your experiences with your dreams inside this journal!"

…He wants me to write a dream journal?!

CNMN guffawed, "Oh– There is no need to look so embarrassed, Mister Chai–! I believe you can customize the journal with any drawings and stickers you see fit.

"I *do* like customizing the hell out of things, but–" He snapped the journal shut, "What if somebody reads all the embarrassing stuff I write in it?"

"This is just to help yourself, Mister Chai. It doesn't *have* to be shared with anyone,"

CNMN gave him a double-thumbs up, "Unless you would like additional help or advice on what to do with your dream business in future counseling!"

Humming, Chai flicked open the pages.

"...That doesn't sound so bad, actually."

He palmed at the pockets on his jacket, trying to feel for a pen–

Macaron laughed, "You want to start writing in there already? Alright, here," He reached into his floral sweat-pockets, producing a novelty pen. Handing it to Chai, he laughed when he swiped it from his hands–

The little guy was filling up a page so fast, the pen would have had been smoking.

Looking over what he had written with a little nod, Chai grinned, and handed it over to CNMN to read, "Here y'go. The last two nights were pretty vivid, so I wrote about those."

Examining Chai’s handwriting so he could decode it after a moment of processing, CNMN hummed at what he read. Accompanying his writing was several doodles, alongside the retelling of the dreams.

The dream he was mumbling in his rest last night was included, along with some additional context from Mister Kale’s end. CNMN almost wishes he could offer this strange, angry man counseling, too. Oh well! Like that's ever going to happen.

On the next page was an earlier dream of Chai getting upset with Kale, as he was bothering him while driving to…

The words on the page stopped there. "Hm."

"Mister Chai? I don't believe you finished this one. Do you not remember?"

Chai scratched his cheek, "I mean, kind of. It's just hard to tell if it was a ride to school or a ride to the coast…"

He shrugged, "I wasn't really paying attention, because Kale broke the window–" He frowned, furrowing his brow with annoyance, "The jeep'd been through enough as is with *my* crap-ass driving, so I don't see why he had to go and break stuff like that."

"But, I guess?" Chai leaned back into the sofa, "It's not like he’s hurting the real jeep. He’s just doing that, uhh–"

He paused, thinking it might be a good idea to use what he had just learned for once.

Chai nodded, "The projecting thing, again. Right?"

"Right! And you know, Chai–" Macaron looked over from his screen, and reached to hold Chai’s shoulder and back with a big, warm, supportive arm,

"If you ever wake up from a bad nightmare, it's okay to call someone, too. Hell, if you want, so you can really be secure with the dream strats,"

Mac gestured between himself, Chai, 808, and CNMN, "We could even have a sleepover tonight!" He offered with a grin.

"Ooh!" Clapping his hands together, CNMN's eyes sparked at the proposal, "And if you awake in a panic– We could support you after your first night implementation these new strategies. How fun!"

Chai’s eyes went wide. A sleepover, huh. Never had one of those, before.

Does hanging out at Peppermint’s house for nearly a year count as sleeping over? Well it mustn't, considering Macaron would thinks this would be one… Eh, best not worry about it, this sounds like a good idea.

After thinking it over with a scrunched face, Chai smacked his forehead, and smiled earnestly, "Oh, what the heck, why not."

Chai pat Macaron’s arm draped over his shoulders, "...I call dibs on the couch, though. I'm kind of all over the place when I sleep." He scratched his cheek bashfully.

Macaron practically squealed with glee, and had promptly placed his computer onto Chai’s lap,

"Here! Hold this for a minute, I wanna grab something," Mac lifted his arm off the little guy, and got up from the couch–

The whole thing creaked from his absence. Chai tilted his head, confused about what Mac would need from the… bathroom?… Oh well.

He glanced at the laptop, seeing as it was given to him temporarily. Pretty old model, too. Very retro… Cool. Reminding himself for later, Chai should get a computer for his own place, eventually– Wait–

808 was staring at something on the screen with awe and intrigued curiosity. This is what she was so insistent on trying to sit on Macaron’s laptop earlier for.

Chai squinted at the screen, adjusting his glasses so the glint of the laptop's light bugged his eyes a bit less, "Huh."

There's a display of… a schematic of his power unit's model? Chai whispered, confused at what exactly he was looking at, "…Something about an upgrade?"

"Oh, that?"

Macaron had returned, holding several, tiny, glass containers of various containers of nail polish,

"I was gonna wait until your birthday to show you, but–" He had sat back onto the couch with an audible 'OOMPH', and began placing all the polish onto the table–

"I guess now wouldn't be a bad time for you to hear about this idea I had–" He picked up the laptop back from Chai, pulling up a file to view with a slight excitement, "To let you switch between more than two special attacks at a time!"

Chai’s brows flew up, giddy at the idea of more firepower. He could barely contain his enthusiasm– "SERIOUSLY?" He and 808 leaned over Mac's arm to get a closer look.

"I suppose Chai’s triggerhappy tendencies are something that not even counseling can quell," CNMN gave a scolding, funny look to Mac, "Is it, Sir Macaron?"

"Nope!" He looked proud of himself.

[chaoticaptendyte]

Get to know me :3

Was tagged by @grippysockgang :3

1. Are you named after anyone?

Apparently after a sri-lankan first lady

2. When was the last time you cried?

Uhhh well yesterday afternoon i had a terrible bout of acidity after lunch and everything hurt so bad that tears came to my eyes, does that count?

3. Do you have kids?

Nope, i mean i am only 20. But i want to one day, two kids, I'd love if they're twins too

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Uhhhh not really no, i use it to the normal extent ig

5. What is the first thing you notice about a person?

Hm, damn i people watch on the train everyday and yet i cannot for the life of me tell u this. I suppose the way they're dressed? And then their hands maybe 👀

6. What is your eye color?

Dark chocolatey pools for you to drown in :)

7. Scary movie or happy ending?

I am actually scared of horror so no, not scary movies EVER unless i have someone to cuddle into and can hide my face in their chest okie. Once my friends forced me to watch conjuring, i spent a month thinking my mom's possessed. Happy movies ftw. Forever.

8. Any special talents?

Hmmmmmm, idk lemme see. I think I'm kinda a decent photographer. I can cook well, don't do it often cause college and I'm kinda lazy and my mom does it for us anyway but yea. Oooohhh, I'm the official taster in our family. Anytime anyone is cooking anything and they need to know if the balance is right or something they come to me :3 which is pretty cool, i guess that counts as special.

9. Where were you born?

In an operation room ✌🏻. I was a C baby. Refused to grow any further so they had to pull me out.

10. What are your hobbies?

Um well it's been a while since I've done some of them tbh butttt- cooking, painting(watercolours), writing poems and fanfic and stuff, origami?, stargazing on my roof, doodling(which i do all the time actually), uhm watching shows and listening to music if it counts? There's prolly others too, just can't think of it rn. Ooh reading too, but it's been a while.

11. Do you have any pets?

Nope🥲, I've always wanted a dog though, a little shih tzu or fox terrier. And somehow my feed everywhere is always full of cats. I used to have goldfish but they kinda died extremely brutal deaths 💀💀💀 they kinda got sucked into the water filter cause the suction was too strong and got kinda uh shredded and another time one of the fish kima uhhh ate all the others 💀💀💀 so haven't got anything after that

12. What sports do you/have you played?

Rn i don't play anything, but i used to play pretty much all of em in school- badminton, tt, basketball, throwball, volleyball, football, cricket. Oh and i played pool once tho idk if it counts. Board games too lol.

13. How tall are you?

5'6 ^w^

14. Favorite subject in school?

Science :3 especially physics and biology. But i also loved English just as much tbhhh. Had a phase where i was super into history and geography too and also in like the fifth grade and twelfth i was super into math, like the satisfactionnnn of solving a problem is just *mwa*

Basically I've liked everything at some point

15. Dream job!

Honestly, not having one. That's my dream. I just wanna live in a nice little cottagecore world and bake pjes and cookies and just take care of the house and chill in the farm and look out at the world everyday and be content. If i could I'd love in the 'Anne with an E' world. Or in the hundered acre woods in a treehouse with Christopher Robin <3

This was funn, @astr0-j4y @gamerboyafterdark @alt3r-ego wanna join in?

[autistic-sidestep]

17,19,20?

17. what do you love getting compliments about

HM cop-out answer probably atmosphere/mood/textures/colours since those i think are the most distinctive things about my art. makes me go HAHAH YES I AM WINNING AT ART. tho ill lap up any kind of compliment b/c i am a slut for validation

19. how often do you draw

VERY SPORADICALLY. honestly fhr has reignited my drawing passion and i dont usually draw this much at all lmao. if we're talking doodles i might do them every few days (does messing with colour pencils and pastels in a sketchbook to get away from the pc count) but proper pieces i tend to do every few weeks or so.

20. a piece from this year that you're really proud of

shit uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh think it would be the ricardo portrait tho the retri beach scene is good too.

[special-bc-ur-part-of-it]

Weird people asking weird questions, yay!

4, 12, 33 <3

yay!

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

recently I haven't been able to spell "participants" correctly, so I kinda want to tear that word to shreds

but for like words that make me go feral in a good way? "gorgeous" "visceral" and "shattered" are some good ones (mostly I enjoy the mouth feel of these words)

12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don’t make the rules

hm... 1: ability to focus on one wip at a time until said wip is completed. 2: more time specifically for writing. 3: the ability to not immediately seek attention and validation directly after I post a thing I wrote

33. Do you practice any other art besides writing? Does that art ever tie into your writing, or is it entirely separate?

if we count silly little doodles, sure. but otherwise, no 😔

occasionally a silly little doodle will slightly resemble a glee character

weird writer asks for weird writers

[run2seob]

⌕ "your fireworks" in which yeonjun's eyes seem to distort the few of the sky's flowers, stealing them into his possession. and even when his eyes are no longer, they stay his.

PAIRS ▸ bf!yeonjun x reader GENRE ▸ fluff to angst, short drabble, major character death WORDCOUNT ▸ 0.6k WARNINGS ▸ grief, mcd, death

AUTHOR'S NOTE — so, how are we

Joyful screams emitted from all corners, the crowd squeezing in. Despite the chaotic atmosphere, you were elated. Parties weren’t your thing, but Yeonjun was. He was yours. After months of pining, you could finally scream it into the flowing winds. When his fingers brush against yours, you can’t do anything but let your hand fall into his grasp. His open arms always engulfed you with such happiness and pride, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

If it were up to you, you would never have it any other way.

It feels like a dream, standing with your fingers interlocked. A silent promise, it is. One to forever be with the other, no matter the distance or barricade that causes it. Even on the rooftop, the metal fence separating you two does nothing to keep you from holding the other’s hand.

“Jun,” you call softly, applying pressure on your right foot to nudge him softly.

“Hm?”

“The fireworks,” you began, pointing to the walking dots, “They’re about to go off.” From such a far distance, the people cheering and counting down only came to you two in echoes. The wind traveled to your ears, connecting everyone together.

“3,” They yelled in unison, making Yeonjun’s eyes rush to the area.

“2… 1!” In the sky, beautiful flowers sprung. Ones similar to the ones your brain doodled when around your love- your Yeonjun. In his eyes held the reflection of the firing stars, the difference from the mundane sky obvious. Your heart beat with a soothing cadence as you watched his pupils grow, taking in the beauty of the sight bestowed upon him.

“Your fireworks look pretty,” you giggle, making his head turn to you. 

“My fireworks?”

“They look different in your eyes. Like they’re yours, instead of the sky’s,” you say upon pondering with the word choice. “I don’t know. But they’re yours.”

His fireworks boomed one last time, the sparks forming into the shape of a heart. If you were to compare, it was identical to the expression in Yeonjun’s eyes- a true promise and show of possession that both you and the fireworks are his.

You stiffen as you hear the first boom echo through the sky, your head tilting up. In the reflection of your fallen tears, his fireworks shone through. 

“Perfect timing,” you mutter to yourself, smiling despite the ache in your heart. The soil of the graveyard stained your hands with a brown, reminding you of the locks the fallen soul below you once obtained. It is a beautiful thing to reminisce about. One you aren’t ready to let go of.

The soil clings to your hand as the second firework soars through the sky, reminding you of your promise. The mother of plants clings to you- bringing you to the clawing vines the seed Yeonjun planted has sprouted. There was no way around it, the vow already sealed in every kiss and “I love you”.

If it were up to you, you would alter the locks sealed with mold. To think just moments ago that Yeonjun was in your arms keeps you put. It keeps you stuck to the soil and cement based around the flesh that you once kissed.

“Your fireworks…” you trail off, speaking into the wind that connects you all. Its breeze brings you shivers, but you don’t move to put on a coat. The warm embrace that once enveloped you in bitter times like these cannot be replaced with anything handmade. His arms wrapped around you with love that was far from artificial, far from anything formed with a recipe. The tenderness he held in the depths of your interlocked fingers could not be replaced with another.

Tears cut off your previous sentence, the dateless sobs seeping into the grass that blocks you from your past and current love. 

“...look so pretty tonight.”

perm taglist: @junoswrlld

[sysig]

I can’t stop drawing tiny Watchdogs (Patreon)

[cosmic--static]

thanks for the tag @watercubebee :D

current mood: tired :( very tired I havent slept very well the past few days (i say as I am still up past midnight. hm 🤔🤔 I wonder why you haven't slept well sosmo)

current activity: getting ready to sleep... hopefully I might wait to post this until morning tbh

current favorite song: that's such a hard one :(( I usually have a favorite song but I can't think of one rn so the song I've been listening to the most recently: Sweet Transvestite from Rocky Horror <3 I have been listening to this SOOO much the past few days

currently reading: Nemesis by Louise Cooper (does it count if I've only read the first page 🫣) but also I have sooooo many books that I am "currently" reading. by currently I mean I started them 2 years ago and have not touched the book since... yikes

currently watching: nothing really :^: mostly it's been youtube or a movie I've already seen

current favorite character: a few days ago I might've said dream or hob but they are slowly getting overcome by my own oc, Kirov, who I had to redesign today and I love her very much :3

current wips: oh boy... [holding closed a door that has fic wips threatening to burst out of it] oh y'know... just a few doodles for artfight and-- [the dam of fic wips bursts]. but yeah. I'm always working a little on my fun retired transfem dream fic (has not worked on it in months. but I am always thinking about working on it so... same thing right?)

tagging you @myvoideisstupid because why not <3 and anyone else who wants to do this, consider yourself tagged! I do not have the brain power to think of anyone else to tag so hahsjjabsjd I sleep 🛏️

[obvious-captain-rogers]

Tagged by @theferalhobbit

1. Are you named after anyone?

Technically yes. I named myself after Jim Kirk 

2. When was the last time you cried?

I cried writing a scene for my book bc I’m a big baby who loves his characters too much

3. Do you have kids?

I have a dog who I treat like my baby, does that count?

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

It is my mother tongue, so yeah

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Hm, probably a tie between noses and eyes

6. What's your eye color?

Green(?)

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

I think it depends on my mood. I love a good ‘happily ever after’ but I also like terrifying myself with scary movies.

8. Any special talents?

Not really tbh. I would say I have things that I do, but I woudln’t qualify them as talents

9. Where were you born?

Middle of nowhere

10. What are your hobbies?

Reading, writing (original stuff and fanfic), doodling though not very often, D&D

11. Do you have any pets?

One dog

12. What sports do you play/have played?

I played baseball, soccer, and occasionally football

13. How tall are you?

5' 8″

14. Favorite subject in school?

English and Theatre

15. Dream job?

Maybe an English prof for Arthurian legends and definitely an author

I’m gonna tag @spookyoakie @funscuttle and @pleasegetmeouttahere