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Hide Away -Chapter 2- Introduction to each other.

Hoho, new chapter. 

Call it introductory chapter 2.0 because here they two get to know each other a bit and meh, you’ll find out.

The first part of this update will be dealing with some ‘dark’ thoughts, well, brooding to be precise so if you don’t like that then just skip to the next break. But it is somewhat important maybe in the later stuff I write so go with whatever you’re comfortable with.

I’ll burst your bubble right here and do I don’t really have much to write after this except a few excerpts based on the series. 

As usual, you can comment and talk to me here, on my twitter or my facebook 

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Ever feel like you're contradicting yourself?

When you feel like hiding away from everything, but still want to go out and experience things. You want to just be surrounded by the four walls of your room but also want to hang out with your friends. Two contradictions rise within me, and it's causing a painful mental battle that's taxing.

Don't get me wrong. There's nothing wrong with my friends. They're good people who share a common interest with me, and they don't care that I don't know how to act in certain situations. They don't care that I can't find the words that I want to say and either vehemently go about stomping my feet or replace a number of words with a swearword and their many variations. Or a variety of sounds. Or nothing at all.

My friends are the kindest people I've known. Why would I want to hide from them? 

Hiding in my room with the lights off, the only thing illuminating the room is the light from my cracked phone. Of which I'm currently reading a long, 700 page fanfiction about Kingsman characters while Coldplay and My Chemical Romance blasting through my earphones.

It's both calming and daunting at the same time.

A single, stupid tear falls, tracking the round shape of my cheeks, dripping onto my hugging pillow. The one from Ikea, the one with repeated cat faces staring at you. It should actually be washed, too many times has it been an added buffer from reality and my current state. It shouldn't smell like a mixture of body spray and sweat, it should smell like whatever tears are supposed to smell like from the number of times I’ve cried on it. 

It'll pass. It should. 

I was ready to wring both the management's and tutor's metaphorical necks. Why did do we have an 8 am replacement class on the ONE day we don't have classes at 8 am. It's infuriating, to have my sleep robbed from me like this. What have I done to deserve this, other than sinning every time I turn my laptop on? Or that one time we kinkshamed SEH on snapchat. And I said we because the whole gang was involved, not only me.

The water was cold, but it was needed. After yesterday's sudden isolation case, it was like a barrier, a divider from then and now. Hopefully. I'm tired of being alone. Sniffles and sneezes aside, my phone lit up with notifications from our common text group.

UsaUsa_Tavşan: Yo Lorcan, ur boytoy’s here. [07:45]

Bdsm_Novice: He literally a cupcake. [07:47]

Bdsm_Novice attached a photo 

SinningFudanshi: A. Not my boytoy. B. Please tell me you took this picture at a distance. I don't think he'll appreciate this super flattering picture you sent to us. [07:47]

                        Bdsm_Novice: Try. Me [07:48] .

Bdsm_Novice attached a photo

UsaUsa_Tavşan: HOW IS HE DOING THAT. WHAT IS HE, A FAIRY AMONG MORTALS??? [07:50]

UsaUsa_Tavşan: No one should look this cute at 7:50 am. AM.[07:50]

SinningFudanshi: STOP TAKING PICTURES OF HIM SPANK LOVER.[07:51]

UsaUsa_Tavşan: Thb dude, you hooked something good this time. [07:52]

Shooting out of the room, I hoped that I could get there soon enough before our chat could be filled with pictures of Sitka and his somehow potential model shots. Well, it's either SEH has a good eye for angles and rule of third and some kind of random shit or Sitka's sold his soul to the cupcake gods to look that cute in every shot. I mean, how does he..he...my brain's dead and my soul is gone so I can't explain how cute he looked in those pictures.

Luckily for Sitka, I arrived in a record breaking 8 minutes, gave SEH the stink eye while snatching his phone and quietly sat down for the rest of the tutorial, in which we were required to split from our groups (this tutor took the time to notice which groups we were already in, so we couldn't fib) and join another. Of course, I took the chance to go to Stika. 

After much, much prodding,with both Tavşan and SEH threatening to tell him discreetly that I liked my men in short shorts and keyhole sweaters if I didn't get my ass to him. 

The thing is, Tavşan and SEH are NEVER discreet.

The last time they got away with this was in our foundation year. SEH maybe an introverted and  human interaction hating but trust me, they have their moments. And unfortunately that moment somehow included whipped cream and a limited edition dakimakura and...NOPE. Banished that moment. It's gone.

It's not like I didn't want to separate, it's just...didn't want to be a bother. Well, not that I am, rationally, but last night took it's toll on me. I did realise that I'm more subdued than usual and to my friends, that's okay, they don't bring it up. Or maybe they don't...know? It's not like you mention it to them anyways. Shut it, nasty ass. 

“How are we gonna go this?” Sitka's voice ricochets through my messy head space.

Oh yeah, the tutorial. Get your head in the game, buddy boy.

I glanced at the whiteboard, the words 'Be ye who seeks the truth' were written on it. Great, my favourite. What was the objective of this course again? “ Well, I'm not sure. You want to go through what you're comfortable sharing?” I asked him, taking in his features. Light gray irises, slightly glittering if there was a better word, were staring back at me. His hair, in it's usual pastel pink, three cowlick glory, had an Aloan Meowth hairpin in it, clipping his bangs back a little more that usual.

“ Just so you know I don't have a filter so you can probably ask me anything and I'll be fine with it. As long as it's in reasonable areas.” I say, smiling a little because he's probably tense. Hell, I'm tense. It's way to early to be opening up your heart and soul for a tutorial with a stranger because your lecturer wanted you to do so.

Sitka smiles a little back, saying “ Same”, and then proceeds to write in his notebook.

The Johari Window exercise involves four boxes, in which you fill in things about yourself based on the criteria given. And the outcome of this particular exercise is to be as raw and open as you can...because...that apparently helps? So in the first box, you write about what you think most people know about you. The following goes deeper and deeper, until the last box in which are things that no one may know. Not even you.

Is the lecturer planning to groom our inner gossip writer because this seems like the best collection of juicy data they can get their hands on.

“ Okay, so I am a nerd and enjoy being one very much” I began.

“ Obviously, I could tell when you wrapped that Dalek towel around you” he said, eyes twinkling with mirth, but suddenly turned solemn “ I'm sor--”

“ Dude, say sorry again and I'll assault you with bad fanfics and we'll both have nightmares”

I continued, stating that I have no filter and it never occurred to me that certain topics are out of bounds in certain areas.For example, I told him about the time where I waxed lyrical about this one person's perfectly shaped bara body. Of course, me being me, forgot that we were in a Toys “R” Us. Children could have been listening to weird teenagers  talk about perky butts and perfectly shaped pectorals and little chub. Perfectly adorable little chub.

Stika couldn’t stop giggling and if that wasn't the purest, most moe sound I have had the delight to hear in my lifetime then I don't know what that is.

 I could feel my friends stare at us in a distance, burning a hole into my head from the intensity. Wiping his eyes, he began his part of the particular Johari windowpane “ Okay, okay. I'm a pastel goth with two insanely beautiful friends and I like cooking. You can have some of the bisconti I made “ he took out his lunch box, which was mint and had this really cute succulents on it, taking off the top to reveal pale golden sticks of said snack.

“ I don't think I've done anything like that body worship story. But I bet everyone who's been in the same row as me in the theaters probably know I sweat bullets during horror movies and will hide in either Thea or  Irwin's hair” he scratches his cheek timidly.

 He told me that Thea and Irwin nurtured him into a nerd and they regularly host Dr. Who nights at their apartment. His favourite is the Eleventh doctor, because he's so quirky, and to quote “ His smile can send me straight on the path of a Dalek's photon blaster and I'd still be happy”. They apparently have a set of the first few Dr. Who series, which I may or may not have begged him to lend me.

Venturing into the somewhat darker realms of the other boxes, the mood changed slightly, probably due to the topics that are supposed to be discussed between us. The second box in the Johari Window would need us to point out things that you knew about your friend, that they didn't. And then it hit me. This is the first real conversation that we've had. And I didn't even know his cupcake highness even existed a few weeks ago. And here I am talking to him with a guideline for the exercise that usually good friends should be doing with each other. To learn more about each other. Yep, I have to thank my lecturer for setting this up and my good friends Tavşan and SEH for prodding me to go.

Haha, my brain's going to flat line or something, I'm so comfortable with him.

“ Well...I've only noticed you for a while---No wait that was horrible” Sitka snorts and I continue “ I mean that I'm not the most aware of people. I only noticed Tavşan cut her hair once 2 days after she did” to which he lets out a soft sound of unrecognisable emotion “ So...I'm not sure”

“ I know you had a..I'm not sure how to put this” he says, and I probably saw him falter a bit before looking me in the eye “ A sad day. You had a bad, sad day yesterday”  and I'm gobsmacked.

“ H-How?” I hate it when I say I'm comfortable with someone and BLAM, out of no where there's this kind of shoujo manga plot reveal of sorts. He pauses for a while and it makes me squirm just  a little bit, because seriously, how did this kid find out. Was it that obvious?

“ Your eyes, they're sort of dimmer usual when you came in today” he said, suddenly deflating and not daring to look me into the eyes, instead he focuses on glaring a hole into my shoulder or neck “ and like, I saw you brighten up a lot when you suddenly swooped in and took SEH's phone. And dampen again when we had to split into different groups”

“ Woah Sitka, that doesn't sound stalker-ish at all. Tavşan warned me about you, said you were going to kill me in two weeks” I say, trying to play it cool whilst I'm freaking just a little bit inside. “  But you probably heard that and decided to extend your surveillance period” Haha, I’m completely freaking out why I do sound so calm. 

“ I hope that that doesn't freak you out. I mean, you kinda carry your heart on a sleeve so....” he starts, still not daring to make eye contact but his eyes moved to my arm or lower, I can somehow magically feel it heating up with the attention it's currently being given. Did I mention that all four of our friends were trying very hard to make it seem like they weren't starting at us?

“ I think the only way you could totally freak me out is if you knew what are the songs in the playlist that I currently have. Come on, I dare you” He shouldn't be able to know, right? 

“ Coldplay, Yuri on Ice and probably a truckload of My Chemical Romance”

Consider me fucked “ I'm out! I am out, you're a cupcake assassin out for my blood!” I threw my hands up in mock surrender, to which he giggled again and whoop, there goes my brain. Short circuiting from the amount of moe that leaks from this dude. It's practically illegal. Bouncing from being scared shitless and then practically fluttering is probably not good for my heart either.

The mood changed again, as we coughed and ate bisconti awkwardly, entered the third part of this exercise. Which according to the hard to read side notes on our printouts, was the side that you hide from your friends. Something that you probably only rarely show at times. 

I actually didn't have much to hide or anything from my friends. What you see is what you get. Most of the times. “ I'm not sure if this answers the question but I'm generally pretty chill with my friends and how I act around my friends is usually the true image of myself?” Sitka nods, thank gods he gets where I'm getting with this.

 “ But also maybe because they see me as a happy person most of the time, I don't feel like I should show that I get sad a lot? Those sad and anxious moments are usually between me and dumb brain” I add uncertainly, before blurting out “ I have anxiety.”

OKAY. WHY DID I DO THAT.

Sitka shifted in his seat, turning to look at his friends. Now I'm worried, because literally no one drops that bombshell 15 minutes into the conversation. A conversation that only started because of a tutorial lesson.

To distract me from my rapidly anxious thoughts, I turned to look at Sitka's friends. The 'so pretty it hurts' pair of Thea and Irwin. Now that I've got my glasses back, I can really appreciate their attractiveness and how they sort of defy normal beauty standards? I mean, look at Thea, her look is handsome and rugged and she can pull off a suit and tie better than most male bodied people I know. Irwin is no different. They're so pretty and curvy and they carry a crop top with pride with their cute lil chub and wow, I'm gobsmacked again. 

Yeah, that's totally a way to distract me from my thoughts.

“ I wish I could be more open with my friends, especially Thea and Irwin” Sitka began, not taking his eyes off of them. “ I mean, I know they love me and everything but sometimes it's hard” I nod furiously, perfectly understanding what he meant.

“ I mean, I'm open about most things but sometimes, it's just I don't want them to worry about me. So I guess I'm the same as you?” Sitka finally glanced his ash coloured eyes at me and woah, pretty “ I mean, I'm happiest when I'm with them, so what you see is the sort of real me but I still have parts that I hide from them---” he stops and then looks at me with a soft expression “ I'm sor--”

“ Remember that threat about bad fanfictions?” I say, probably giving him the same look. Or not. It could be a smirk for all I know. He chuckles “ I get it, we're both holding back, even though we're so happy with our friends because they're one of the best things that ever happen to us. You don't have to be sorry, man. None of us do” We shared a sad, knowing smile before venturing to the next box.

Only we couldn't. The lecturer clapped his hands, jolting us out of the somber mood that had settled  between us. He said that that discovery time was over and it was time to discuss what each of us found out. We both looked at each other and shrugged, continuing to take notes from where we sat. The lecturer wrapped up our session with the usual stuff he says, talking about the benefits of this and why he decided to include this in his course and stuff. We also found out it was because he could listen in and now he has blackmail material. To which the class laughed and told him we got dirt on him from our seniors and we're weren’t afraid to broadcast it.

I was just glad it gave me a chance to talk to Sitka.

It's a different kind of comfort that I usually feel when I talk to my friends. Maybe because he gets it? But I'm pretty sure that my friends do, most of the time. I mean, I do sometimes notice how soft they can get when I'm in one of my moods and stuff. Talking to him felt as natural as it does with Tavşan and SEH, but in a way, but different.

I can't explain it well. But it's a good feeling.

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Here’s Sitka.

He really likes Shinx, okay. And has huge areolas.

Looks at the date, gets shot

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For those of you who might have forgotten what Lorcan looks like, here’s one of the newer sketches of him I have. 

Notice the date, HAHAHAH

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Hide Away -Chapter 1 : Awkward Beginnings.

So after much delay ( because I’m anxious and haven’t posted in a while), here’s chapter 1 of HideAway,

The tone I was going for is like the aforementioned title so if you feel awkward reading it, I HAVE SUCCEEDED. There won’t be much going on because it’s an introductory chapter. I hope you enjoy this short slice of life venture that I have finally started.

Lorcan looks like this now and Sitka looks like this.

Any thoughts and comments you have, you can reach me either on this tumblr, or twitter or facebook. I’m going to bury myself in Doctor Who now. 

Eto...please read below!

I like swimming.

Swimming is pretty much the only other thing that gets me out of my room, it sort of gives me a reason not to mope around. I'm definitely not good at it, I can barely swim 5 meters without stopping and going beyond the middle part of the pool scares me. But just the though of being in the water is calming. I can't hear anything but the splash and swirls of me being in it, it's like mediation or something. Probably something because mediation puts me to sleep.

“ HEY!  DUDE IN THE POKEBALL SWIMSHORTS!” someone shouts, disrupting the calm, zen like mode that I was going through “ HEY POKE-SWIM”

I stop my lap, only to panic and grab the floating lines because I'm right in the middle and will drown if I don't hold onto something. “ Yeah, what do you want?!” I ask, only seeing a big mint coloured blur with a shock of pink from where I'm currently floating. My shortsightedness is going to be the end of me one day, but prescription goggles make me dizzy so eh.

“ I'M SORRY BUT I BROKE YOUR GLASSES!” he shouted.

What.

“ YOU STAY RIGHT THERE!” I shouted back, propelling myself to the pool's sides with the strength of my sheer disbelief and bafflement. He broke my glasses??? How could he, they're those foolhardy plastic frame ones I got because they're more or less unbreakable?

Scrambling to wrap myself in the super nerdy Dalek towel because it was cold and all, I walked to the one who called me. Up close, I could now see that he's actually a complete head and shoulders taller than me. Which meant he's probably a foot above me in height. And that all the clothing articles that he had on him was some form of either pastel or white. It suited him. What stood out from this cupcake ensemble ( other than his adorable pink hued hair) was my black, thick plastic glasses which had snapped in half. The lenses had miraculously shattered, rendering them completely useless.

“ You got to be kidding me. Did you stomp on these?” I exclaimed, taking the pitiful remains of my sight correctors. “My prescription might not be that high but I depend a lot on these things” muttering, I look a really not expecting to see that he's probably going to cry in 5 seconds.

Holy hell did this get awkward so fast.

“ Uh! Hey! It's okay!” the heck, I sound convincing as heck “ You did me a favour, the frame was getting old and rickety! I should thank you!” I sighed, this is going nowhere.

“ I'll pay for your new ones!” he said, his grey eyes shining with unshed tears “ I promise!”

Great. “ Uh, dude. No offense but it's really no biggie. You don't need to pay for anything, I needed to get anothe-” The kid's gonna blow, I know it, he’s this close to to blowing “You know what? You can pay the deposit for it!” 

I guess there was no reason for me to say no ( other than a sense of pride, you dolt), not with the big marshmallow bribing me with his unshed tears. “ Lemme just get decent and then we can talk about it, alright? ”

Well, you now know one of my few weaknesses now. Big, crying cupcake dudes will always end me.

Thank gods I'm paying half for my glasses, and the shop allowed us a student discount because these things are expensive. The frames that I picked mirrored my previous ones, because I’m a sentimental kinda guy. Sitka fidgeted a bit, looking left and right, because it got pretty awkward for some reason. And I am pretty much shit at small talk that didn't revolve around some form of animation or nerd culture. So there, you had two college aged dudes just chilling in the spectacles shop waiting for the transaction to finish and trying to out-fidget the other.

After the specs were paid for, they told me I could pick it up in about 3 days time. And yet again, the ' why are we here again, I don't know you and the same goes to you' scenario started again. “ Are you going back straight after this?” I asked, and he practically jumped

“ Y-Yeah, I was going to go home before I stepped on your glasses. Sorry” he said, voice going higher and higher with each word. “ D-DO YOU NEED A RIDE BACK?!” he blurted in the end “ My sister's going to pick me up”

“ Nah, don't be sorry. It's okay” I say, chuckling a little. “ I'll take the bus, I live near college anyways”

“ If you say so” he said, meekly and unsure of himself.

“ Do I scare you that much or is it guilt from my glasses?” I asked, totally not jokingly.

“ Oh, you scare me shitless” he said, totally not trying to stare me down “ How did you know Pokeball swimshorts were my ultimate weakness”

The amount of sass that came out of him from that single sentence sent me into a laughing fit. This kid, this kid's got it good.

Getting ready in the morning without wearing my glasses has got to be one of the weirdest things that I have done. Well, getting ready was slightly more difficult because I can't see stuff until they're brought to an arm's length away, getting super shocked and uncomfortable when I noticed how blurry everything was. I texted my friend and nominated him to be my SEH, or seeing-eye human for the day before putting on my shoes and taking the 10 min walk to class.

Again, I cursed the management for giving me a schedule with daily 8am classes as I entered the campus, my eyes trying to focus on everything at once while my head was buzzing around from the clear lack of sleep I suffer. Nothing educational should be allowed to happen before 10, nor should it last for more than two hours without a break between. The lecturer's never on time as well, which should be a clear indicator that it's too early for anything to happen. Settling into my seat beside my SEH, I absentmindedly scrolled through Twitter because it's hella better than facebook. Well, I follow a lot of artists and they mainly have twitter accounts, so go figure.

“ Dude, remember that Stucky fic I told you to read? The one with the salami?” Tavşan started, and I nod furiously because that was fantastc I mean, if you're going to go in that direction, why not go for the unexpected and make a pretty good ER story.  “ I found a better one. It's got---”

“ Can I at least have the morning ritual first before we have this conversation?” SEH mentioned, sounding half-dead and not even trying to lift their head from the table.

“ You don't contribute anyways” I mutter, “ Unless it's Shiro --”

“ Shiro's your Bara Dad too” they whine from their throne of isolation, which was going to topple down at any moment if he wasn't too careful.

“ If that's supposed to be an argument, consider it invalid”

“ Well consider yourselves kinkshamed because it's got Shiro in a rather precarious situation with a certain Cuban Paladin” Tavşan said, bringing it up on her phone to send the link to our chatgroup “ They get all frisky and stuff in the office and BLAM, there's the voyeu---”  

“ Morning. Ritual.” SEH all but screamed, grumpily stuffing their head in their hoodie.

*, who was our knight in red armour came in at the last moment, bringing us homemade hashbrowns and peppermint hot chocolate,while we were killing SEH with our explicit discussion about the finer aspects of the fanfiction that jumpstarted our day. I mean, how could you not, the fandoms that we are in constantly churn out new stuff that maybe has the same premise as the other one but the way that the author chooses to write it and all the quirks that go into each chapter makes them special.  That's probably how our days often started, as inappropriate as possible.

Because what's a little indecency between your equally indecent mates?

Well, SEH was jump started by the glorious breakfast but they're a closet fanperson surrounded by a bunch of extroverts. Loud, perverted, mischievous extroverts. They consented to this.  And to think that they got into this cliché of sorts because of a prank we played on them. That may or may not have involved their Snapchat account and and photos of them fawning over some BDSM manga in the computer lab. No lasting damage but almost being blacklisted from the labs and so, so many snaps from both us and their other friends testing out their other kinks.

The lecturer came in late by 15 mins, probably his second time being that this semester and started with an apology. No one blamed him because the roads are atrocious in the morning in these parts anyways. But another person came in later than him. And this person was a pastel blob.

Was it the same pastel blob?

I'm pretty sure there are other people in this university who are pastel goths.

It can't be him.

BUT IT COULD BE.

I feel my heartbeat rising and nope, that ain't good. Lectures are the next best thing to distract myself from that sudden feeling of doom and 'HOLY SHIT I DIDN'T KNOW HE WAS HERE ALL ALONG'. Listening to the lecturer speed through the law notes is almost calming, mainly because it's all very dry, makes me want to sink further into the seat and close my eyes. Which kinda helps with the sudden rush of anxious energy running through my being.

Ending his lecturer with a case yet another person who felt like he was cheated, he slowly packed up his stuff. Meanwhile, I was zipping my head around the classroom to look at the pastel blob who I don't even know the name to. Obsessed much? Of course I am. Spotting him near the middle part of the left side I quickly tugged SEH's arm and told them to look at him. “ He's that tall kid that hangs out with two beautiful kids” they said, focusing on the blob. “ What's his name again? Smitka? Sitka? What's your beef with that guy, he talked bull about any of your kinks?”

“ He broke my glasses and is the reason why you've become my SEH today” I said, trying my best to focus on him but alas, if your eyesight sucks, it sucks big time.

“ Which asshole?!--” Tavşan turned around to look at him “ Dude, he's softer than my buttcheeks. Are you sure you weren't the one who tried to pick him and made him---”   I could see her face contorting into something I can only explain as utter disgust.

“ It's not like that!” Explaining how we got into situation yesterday, my merry band of people suddenly launched into different scenarios. Our breakfast caretaker went on and on about how this resembled like every other shoujo manga in existence, which couldn't be further from the truth. Tavşan probably took out my shoulder and “ That boy is probably going to kill you in a fortnight. Want me to kill him first?”. And then there was SEH, who stared at him.

The next lecturer came in, projected her slides through the increasingly dinky projector ( which seemed to be fancy the colour yellow today and dyed everything in said colour). Pastle Blob Marshmallow and his posse of blurred pretty people made a move, they were in a different program than us after all. To think I haven't noticed this person, we've been in the same class for nearly 2 months. But then again I'm probably the least 'aware of my surroundings' person you would ever meet...my head hurts.

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Check out this playlist on @8tracks: Sitka 1.0 by LeSeiichiroSano.

So here's the mixtape for my adorable pastel giant!! These are songs that I'm pretty sure you'll catch him listening to when he has the time and I hope that they get to show you the kind of person he is, fun but super deep. Eh, like I said, hope. X'DD

Also, if 8tracks is being annoying you can also check it out here but Oceans by Coasts is in the wrong arrangement there because i forgot about it. 

Tracklist

|| 1. For him | 2.Happy Little Pill - Troye Sivan. | 3. Colours -  Halsey | 4. Coasts - Oceans | 5. What You Know - Two Door Cinema Club | 6. Style - Taylor Swift | 7. Lorde - Yellow Flicker beat | 8. Arabella - Artic Monkeys | 9. Name no Nai Kaibutsu - EGOIST | 10. No Rest for the Wicked - Lykke Li | 11.  C'mon - Panic At The Disco & Fun ||

image credit: http://weheartit.com/entry/234863271 Go see her other stuff too!

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From left to right, Thea, Irwin, Sitka, Lorcan.

HOLY HECK LORCAN LOOKS ABSOLUTELY TINY.

Okay, again, please don’t look at the faulty anatomy. And the faulty distance + height difference is explained as a photobombing attempt by Thea, Sitka and Lorcan. 

It’s the squad with their half length jackets, courtesy of Irwin’s aunt and her expert sewing skills. And yes, Sitka’s one has shimmery transparent fabric at the bottom of his. It’s cute and he looks adorable in it. 

ahaha, I like drawing characters and then letting people suffer for they don’t have solid backstories yet KILL ME

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What’s this? Another post? Woah.

As you can see by the date, I sketched this nearly a month ago. But was too Anxious to post it, for some reason. So this is a Draw The Squad way of introducing these two lovelies, Irwin and Thea.

Irwin is the pale being of beauty and pluck being dipped while Thea is the give no shits but take none kid doing the dipping. They’re second cousins and Stika’s best friends who will do anything for him. 

You know after 4 years of constantly writing and rewriting these peeps I actually had never drawn them and never had an image of what they looked like? I mean, I could perfectly visualise Lorcan, Sitka and a few of the other characters but they were just these random blank slates always appearing near Sitka. 

Ahahaha, I suck.

The original here 

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Pardon the faulty anatomy, but here’s the only legit sketch I have of Hisui and  Marius, characters of the Random Error series.

Hisui’s the taller, black hair fluffball while Marius’s the shorter dude in the cat shirt. They’re cousins.

As of now, the series has 4 parts, in which only Hisui’s part is currently stable and just needs a few tweaks in terms of character development. The rest are either half way through total conceptualisation and few chapters in or just a few thoughts on the back burner  

Should I make these intros longer? I feel like the more I do that the more I would give things away to people and you’d practically know the story already, AHAHAHA. 

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Check out this playlist on @8tracks: LORCAN 1.0 by LeSeiichiroSano.

So this is my mixtape for Lorcan, which ( I hope) conveys how his character is like. The songs here usually start off slow and melodic before bursting into something powerful and the way that the mixtape is structured is akin to how he starts off smol, a ball of regret and anxiety and depression. And then he realises that it’s pretty much useless to be moping around and tries to change himself. 

And then he falls.

tracklist 

1. Stop the Dams - Gorillaz | 2. Riptide- Vance Joy | 3. Oblivion - Bastille | 4. Shelter - Birdy | 5. Empire Ants - Gorillaz | 6. Laughter Lines -Bastille  | 7. The World is Ugly - My Chemical Romance | 8. Burn Bright - My Chemical Romance | 9. Pricked - Mino and Taehyun ( WINNER) | 10. Alone ( Raindrops) - Julia Shortreed | 11.  Swallowed by the Sea -Coldplay

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Pretty much the only thing that I can post from my scanned sketches. 

It’s features fetus-production Lorcan ( the shorter one) and Stika ( tall fluff boy) switching shirts and finding a place to have lunch or something.

Please ignore the horrible background, I got lazy.

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Sitka

Sitka, 19 years old

Indian-Thai mix

Coppery skin, light grey eyes

Natural 2 toned hair, the roots are mahogany and the tips lighten to a hazel brown.

194cm

Cis-male, demisexual greyromantic, he/him pronouns.

Calm and cuddly, likes cutesy stuff and pastel colours, sometimes draws into himself and hopes everything will hold

 * his hair colour might change along the way, I’m not sure yet*

Sitka is my pastel goth babe.

Sitka was was first written as that dude who looks scary but it's a marshmallow. And he still is, he's a character that has hardly changed since I first created him. I guess the one thing that changed about him is that he's a lot more stronger now, in terms of characteristics and how he presents himself.

Sitka's just the pretty chill dude who you see as a support pillar ( and defacto mom) of the group. And because a lot of his friends end up treating him like this, he feels guilty when he feels sad or has something to say. It's just something he drilled into himself since he was a child His sister, Dee, had to quit college to take care of him when their parents passed away and he's just being responsible in a the only way that he could, by keeping all his troubles to himself. He rarely asks for anything, only the occasional stuffed animal ( once he has deliberated over it time and time again) and better cooking stuff ( because Dee can't cook to save her life)

Because of this he also doesn't like ( or rather, doesn't know how) to talk about his troubles, but that changes after he meets Lorcan. >:D

Sitka has a fairly lean body type, with a slightly defined torso. He exercises regularly to combat the amount of sweets and cakes he eats but that's about it. It's actually a wonder why this one hasn't gotten diabetes ( just a few cavities over the years) over the years, but I guess he lives as healthily as he can and spoils himself just as hard.

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Lorcan.

OKAY SO YOU PLEBS WANT TO KNOW ABOUT MY OCS? COMING RIGHT UP.

Lorcan Bertram, 256 years old ( biologically, looks like he's in his late teens/early twenties)

British-Indian mix

Milk tea skin, light brown eyes. Nerd glasses.

Curly dark brown hair.

163cm.

Transman, bisexual demiromantic, he/him pronouns

Fiery temperament, gets excited easily when it's about something he likes 

Lorcan is a sweetie who is cynical and fragile at the same time. He's got years on his back that need shedding off and an insatiable hunger for knowledge so what better way of doing to than going to college ( again) and learning a new trade.

He's is a character that was supposed to be me going on an adventure I wrote as a vent because I was an angry 15 year old. Lorcan was supposed to be what I wanted to be, just a dude who could be whatever he wanted to be, and have a great relationship with the person he loved. I made him a transman who is able to get his fully male body as a vampire glamour, providing that he drinks blood. But sometimes it tires him to keep drinking blood to sustain it and he just stops. When he does, and his body changes, it causes him to fall into a depressive state, until he gets too sick and starts to drink again. He slowly gets better after he meets Sitka and starts interacting more with the people around him, and realising that he hurts other people when he doesn't take care of himself.

So you get the gist of how important Sitka is to Lorcan, right? >:D

Lorcan has a slightly pudgy body type, with most of his pudge concentrated in his tum and thighs. He is lazy and doesn't like to exercises unless absolutely necessary, thus the slight muffin top. ( as of now, the art is still in development, because I wanted to change how I drew the characters. So I guess you have to deal with this)

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A sneak peek into HideAway

I'll dedicate this post to Balloon, because she so gracefully threatened me yesterday to publish something on this blog. In fact I'll probably dedicate all my posts to her because she pushes me to write shit and it's the kind of push that I like so ANYWAYS.

For this one I'll talk about the plot, settings and main characters of the my first moody baby, Hide Away....I haven't thought of a permanent name for this after the huge revamp it went through so sue me.

The story deals with an issue that I have been facing more and more since I finished high school, which is anxiety, among others. I wrote this to highlight some of the troubles that anxiety causes, as a way for me to face them and try to get it to an all-time minimum as possible ( ahah, even right now as I'm typing this I can feel it rising because who wants to read the story of a trigger prone college kid or something, haha).

While I can't tell now who has it and who does not, you guys will probably know along the way. And I'm sorry if the chapters and stuff don't make sense and stuff, I've been actually going through a dry out for quite a while now so just ask me to clarify things if you don't get it okay? 

It will probably also deal with a few other issues, but for now it’s a slice of life kind of this.

The setting will be in college, specifically Malaysian College cuz why not?, and will play somewhat semi-integral part in the characters’ lives. Think of it as a diary of sorts, because I often see and read about high school stories but not college. I'm basing this of my current experiences of college and then some because you'd be bored to read about my puny, geeky life. 

Besides, we always read about the lives of American or British college students, so why not Malaysians? Digging a grave right here, yep. 

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 I finally manged to get in. Gods, this new account is so difficult, it gave me so much shit I almost don’t want to post anything on it, but if I don’t then half the battle is lost so meh.

Anyways, time for some basic introductions!

I created this blog as a proper hub for my stories, which I am working on periodically. I have been writing bits and bobs about them for nearly 4 years  and with the encouragement of my friends ( thank you for waiting so long, I feel very grateful and guilty at the same time) I have finally created this. 

Whatever this is.

In this Tumblr, you will find WIPS and ( if you stick around long enough) full, official chapters of what I was working on since high school. For now, I am currently developing two of them, which you may know of the characters if you follow me on social media. 

The first story is one of those slice of life college things, dealing with anxiety and other stuff along the way. I hope that it doesn’t turn into a generic coming of age story but eh, I like it. 

The second story, rather 4 part series, was inspired by a physics tuition class where the teacher mentioned Random Errors and I got an idea. Reincarnation after reincarnation, I toy with my own emotions in this one.

Bear in mind that while I continuously produce more and more headcannons and perhaps art of the characters, I actually do not have a proper first draft that I am confident enough to post. I will probably try to update this blog every weekend, because the only scanner I have is at my hometown...but if I have drabbles to post then I’ll do it as soon as I get to an internet source :DD

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The Beginning

So here I am, yet again, in attempt number 21498 to have a proper place for me to put creative content. The reason?

People are rooting for me and I want to make sure I get to the level of being able to write stuff without procrastinating on it. 

I am a naturally lazy person, so getting off my ass and actually doing something about it has gotten pretty difficult. 

But I’ve been doing major revamps on the characters and their backstories and stuff over the past few months, and realising the reason why I wanted to write about them in the first place so yeah...I want whoever who reads this sees this as a testament of how I want to change.

Okay, drama much but I hope this burning feeling will actually get me somewhere.