master artist and his number one fan
guy who is being so normal about the new additions to their profiles. i think abt midoris initial infatuation with his art slowly developing into appreciating yuzuru himself as a person and idol to the point he worries about how he sees him (ex: a bit of home party and in workplace survival rules) sometimes thats a lie i think about it a lot. and yuzuru learning to enjoy art just for the sake of drawing!! seeing the lets try diy story where he doesnt even refute drawing on midoris desk and was only worried that his doodles might cover up the mascot design compared to how discouraged he usually would be in earlier ! stories. everything to me i adore their dynamic if that wasnt obvious by *gestures to basically everything*
and happy pride month 🏳🌈
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me n who ?!?!?!? ME N WHO GUYS ...
picrews: 1 2 3 4
mking silly girlfailure picrews are the only thing saving my sanity which took quite a number of blows today ( its hanging on by the measliest thread but i think its better to consider it go n e )
anyways i wanna make a silly tag game so we are going to make a silly tag game because in the wise words of martin luther king i think wait it was probably gandhi "be the change you wish to see in the world" arent i so cool guys im taking like the first step forward and :stareyes: ahahah
(no pressure) tags !! 🏷️ : @cienxpidity, @ilyuu, @anonbinaryweirdo, @suntoru, @tuesdayberries, @lume-nosity, @mrcrazyvillainvillainn, @ceneid, @amalythea, @xianyoon, @aeon-yao, @ryuryuryuyurboat, @auroratumbles, @snobwaffles, @the-white-void + everyone i probably forgot to tag (SPS IM SORRY) n anyone else whod like to join !!
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mo(u)rning
as this beating heart of mine grows ever more antique,
and the sun warms my back,
still i mourn.
i mourn for having to mould around people, instead of them moulding around me.
i mourn for little me,
how her room is dark and her cries are loud.
i draw her towards that beating,
antique heart of mine,
and promise that she will one day too,
be warmed by the sun she can see seeping through the cracks in her door.
the day her tears cease,
is the day the dark corners of my mind,
so resembling my childhood home,
fade away.
i don’t know if that day will ever come.
maybe,
instead,
her laughter will simply overbalance her dim fill of my conscience,
and the light she can see outside will bleed through.
shh. it’s okay.
i mourn on this bright morning,
but that beating, antique heart of mine grows ever more full.
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