#its not a doodle but its also not finished hmmmm

[nylilcosmos]

♱ 4. Bat Wings ♱ #vamptober

[lemon-wedges]

Just wanted to ask (and feel free to not answer), but how do you draw so much so quickly? I'm always impressed by how fast you doodle or paint. Also, wanted to say that I appreciate your Barok and DGS art as a whole.

and with this ask i have finally reached an artist milestone 😭

Well theres a short answer and a REALLY long answer (which ill put under cut when i get there).

short answer: practice + refs

which.....can be an annoying thing to hear. And as someone who studies art and has bought a LOT of online courses trying to figure out how industry people can just churn out work like nothing. it feels like a let down every time i find out their big secret. just practice and photo refs. Every. Single. Time.

LONG ANSWER:

its how you studying your refs. heres how i do mine

sorry if this is rambly. but ill try my best to at least be clear. BUT THIS is the EXACT way i taught myself how to be quicker.

I do not know if youve taken any art classes but essentially one of the ways to study gesture drawing is by first tracing ur photo ref to get a sense of the flow/proportions of the body. youve probably seen a billion of these tutorials floating around:

So last year around hmmmm june/july? i was NOT looking to get better at my anatomy or gesture. i was actually trying to get better at clothes. but my problem was it took me so long to draw out a figure (which i was fine with cause i liked how my people looked at the time) that i could never really just focus clothing part.

So i told myself look. ur not looking to draw in this style like this forever. so for now SIMPLIFY SIMPLIFY SIMPLIFY!!!! I WANT THE BAREBONES OF A HUMAN HERE TO MAKE A MANIQUIEN FOR CLOTHES OK

but how do i do that....

Im gonna use this piece as an example from my rise and yosuke fashion palooza month. FIRST u see i got all my photo refs together. i like those poses on the right and i want to switch out the clothes for the other ones i picked out. i trace out my poses. kind of like the tutorial up top but since this is about draping i was focused the exact places their waist/arms/legs/etc would bend.

and like the tutorial u turn off the photo ref and do a drawing based off that traced piece.

then i would turn on my refs and add on my clothes

And after a month of just doing that over and over and over. i was surprised to find that figures and poses were so much easier to understand when i would break them down like this. and once u get familiar with them the faster and more confidently you'll draw them.

I and still do this btw. heres my otasune from the last week

i used photo refs for all my sketches. if i cant find anything online to match what i want i just take photos of myself. and some might say well arent u just relying on reference TOO much?

AND AGAIN take it from someone who has spend a lot of money buying classes from their fav artists in the industry. The Secret of how they churn out so much cool work so fast always turns out to be this. practice and photo refs.

Every. Single. Time.(tho this is omitting a lot. im not getting into like they way they stylize their art work. that actually the fastest and funnest thing to do once u have ur base down)

Now PAINTING

The thing is, i dont actually post up all my work on this blog. So theres a ton of stuff you havent seen me do. These are some paintings i did 2 years ago for a class.

I already know how to pick my values and set up lighting. When you see me painting my figures now. i am not focused on learning these basics im actually just honing a technique.

you might see me post readmores with these kinds of wips. I lay in all my colors and lighting with the lasso tool. ALL THE MAJOR DECSIONS ARE DONE HERE

(the little miniature i add on the side basically tells me what the overall feeling is going to be when i blend in the lineart to be cohesive with my colors) ( also if you had any questions on my prepainting process tho. feel free to ask!!!)

and if you compare this wip to my finished piece youll actually find that i dont stray that far from what i've laid in.

everything happening at THIS stage is about feeling out how i want the textures to blend with one another and getting funky with some brush strokes.

and thats it? im not sure if any of this is helpful but if anything. i hope you come away from this feeling like what ive been doing here is nothing special. "THATS IT???? THATS ALL THERE IS??? well i could have done that :T"

exactly man. you can do ALL OF THIS aND MORE!!! I BELIEVE IN U :D

but ill let this be the last thing i leave u with my friend: my barok sketch and the refs i used for his boobies

[dorkousloris]

i got a new haircut and im too excited to update my ‘sona AND myself when i make a meet the artist soon sdmgsdmgms!!!

[akaisenhatake]

18 and 19 for Daniel and Avery for the hc ask :D

thanks for the ask :]]

18. favorite possession headcanon

daniel: he has a lot of stuff he likes, but if he had to choose his favorite one it would be his thick book. he's been using it since the first day he went to hogwarts and it has all of his doodles and personal feelings in it while he was still anxious being there, thqough as years passed he started stamping flowers he found instead and doodled on it and constantly paste another new book under the finished one which makes it very thick.

he also decorates it with charmed doodles on the front that has his favorite wolf cubs that he used to play with as a kid

avery: i think its obvious enough, she wears her flower crown everywhere and i mean eve r y whe re. wears it to sleep, to class, to duels, to quidditch practicing and many more.

the reason why is because it was a handmade gift by daniel when she was first adopted into the family, 8th of may, which also became her official birthday. she wears it as a way to show how much she appreciates and loves her little brother even if she may come off as annoying to him sometimes :)

though ofc she lost it more than 5 times because she constantly forgets where she put her things which is why she prefers to sleep with her flower crown now

19. favorite photograph headcanon

favorite photograph,,,,, hmmmm

this is daniel's favorite photograph

him with his three magical creatures and has attachment issues

as for avery h mm

this one i suppose

their last picture with jacob together before his 'disappearance'

[burningcrab]

hmmmm all the 7s for the fic asks?? pick your longest for the ones that need a fic selected

7. Any worldbuilding you’re particularly proud of?

hmmm… yea i think so! i do tend to focus on character work but i had fun imagining the Saucer and the Baristas in my fic abt ex-Barista didi müller. girls who were designed for a purpose and have issues about it

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?

what highly specific AU do i NOT want to read is the question. edit: WAIT FUCK I NEVER ACTUALLY ANSWERED THIS. i want space AUs i want mech AUs i want space mech AUs like that one in the solarium that one time. also i want cyberpunk AUs

27. How long did it take to write [insert fic]? Describe the process.

my longest one is actually the one linked above conveniently. from google doc creation to publication was about a month, but [checking edit history] there was a two week gap where i stopped working on it. idr what i was doing. probably watching mario speedruns. so i guess like two weeks of actually chipping away at it?

37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it?

i feel weird saying my work deserves more attention but like. i get the intent dfjdjdjshf. its a “promote yourself” question SOOOOO let’s go with in space no one can burn your life down to a smoking ruin, the wanda schenn fic i did for the solstice exchange. i like it for a lot of reasons, but i think it’s just got a lot of really tight imagery. i finished it and i was like yeah i’m into this one. also due to a mix-up with the solstice prompts i ended up going brrr to get this one done in under 24 hours. lmao

47. If [insert fic] was a pair of shoes, what kind would it be? Describe the shoes.

back to the didi fic. fascinating question.

i think they’d be a pair of those checkerboard-patterned vans. they’re old and beat-up; judging by the dirt and grass stains, it looks like the wearer spent a lot of time out in the countryside. they smell a little like coffee. faded marker doodles are barely visible on the sides of the soles — it’s hard to tell what they’re supposed to be.

[taniushka12]

11 12 20 and 23!!

11) show us the last thing you drew, be it a finished piece or a small doodle

its this timart lmao, yesterday i spent the entire day honing that sketch that at the end i liked it too much to ink it, and just colored below it :') #ArtCheats

12) show us an old drawing

oh man, old? you want old? how old? first deviantart old? you got it boss:

there are both from 2012, i was p damn proud of these back in the day :')

20) a piece from this year that you’re really proud of

from this year hmmmm......... haven't done anything Big this year yet but... this blasphemous & hollow knight crossover:

and, again, this timart au i drew yesterday cuz i had so much fun AND it looks pretty cool :'D (specially the teeth & eyes, im very happy w/ those teeth & eyes)

23) what’s something you hope people notice when looking at your art

answered it here but basically color motif :') also sometimes i draw certain characters (*cough cough* eiffelwolf359) with certain scars that tie to their backstories and while i never Point It Out i just hope someone realizes and goes "OH IS THIS BECAUSE [BLEEP]?" so i can go YES, YES IT IS >:D

so far nobody did, but a guy can only hope 😔

[Art Ask Game]

[khaleesiofalicante]

OK MY ELECTRICITY WENT BUT IM HERE WITH MY LIVE BLOG. Im also wearing a tiara i found during cleaning at 2 38 am...

LXI'S STILL HAVING THOSE DREAMS

You see, that’s how Lexi functioned. Unlike Selena who had a weekly planner with her name doodled on it, Lexi didn’t like having a schedule. She would decide what she wanted to do when she wanted it.

SAME LEXI SAME

IM SORRY IF THIS IS MSOTLY IN CAPS IM TOO EXCITED

lexi

lexi why are you in pain

what what what

whats happening

im freaking out

GEORGIA

There were six of them. Each handle in one colour of the pride flag.

gimme

THE ACADEMY

NO NO NO

these demons can talk as well.

that's what bothers me the most

CLARY STFU YOU KNOW DAMN WELL YOU FOUGHT A WAR AT 15. I know she's worried for valid reasons but im losing it right now.

calm its ok its gonna be ok

georgia collecting the ichor-

i love her so much

Lexi didn’t think it was possible, but the sight somehow made her gayer than before.

me every time i look at amy or rosa from b99

OLIVIA

“Of course you are not dying!” Lexi said severely. “Neither one of us is allowed to die before we finish binging Game of Thrones.”

with the major character death tag right there

dont make me think of georgia getting sick

dont

The bar was extremely low for shadowhunters.

yes it is

OH MULTIPLE POVS

RAFAEL

did i just sob "my child" ?

maybe i did

im so proud of him

LEAVE ME ALONE

wait but in tid sophie was over the age of ascention too

WAIT HOW OLD WAS SOPHIE AT THE AGE OF ASCENTION

WAIT OMG SOPHIE WAS YOUNG

I FORGOT ABOUT THAT

“Life is too short for bad blood,”

yeah. yeah it is

i still really like camilla

He could go to Mexico right now. His heart wanted to do it. His body screamed at him to do it.

It wasn’t the distance that was the problem. He had two warlocks at home. He had a bike. He had money to buy a plane ticket.

It wasn’t the distance at all. Rafael would walk to Mexico for her if necessary.

i screamed so loud here i was grateful for the closed door

CHAIRMAN MEOW

CYUKGUCDGYMDYUD

THE PRECIOUS CAT

WHAT IF THE MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH IS ABOUT CHAIRMAN???

“Y’all really be acting as if portals are like a bag of Cheetos!” Max pointed out seriously. “It ain’t $2.50, bro! Do you have any idea the energy it takes to make a portal? What people actually pay for it? I can’t be making portals for free. I don’t get a salary from the Clave like you do. This is how I make a living!”

SO TRUE

“I was going to say you should go stay at the institute with David,” Rafael said. “But you are right. You are not a baby. You can stay here on your-”

“On second thoughts,” Max interrupted with a grin. “I’m still a fetus in warlock years so I will go the institute.”

THEY ARE SO PRECIOUS

AHHH HE CALLED HER PRETTY THE FIRST TIME HE SAW HER

THEY WERE 7

IM SCREAMING SO MUCH RIGHT NOW

my throat hurts

JAIME MY BABY

Y'ALL I MISSED HIM SO MUCH

“All thanks to the amazing Isabelle Lightwood,” Jaime replied. “I think I am a little in love with her.”

“Who isn’t?” Rafael chuckled.

we all are in love with isabelle lightwood

no no no

where's anjali

where is she

dont fuck with me right now

why does diego look like a mess

“Diego,” the woman rasped. “She is coughing up blood again.”

no

dont

it's chapter 1

stop making me cry

THE LIGHTWOOD SIBLINGS

YUSDFGYUSDFSDGYUD

if anyone gives izzy shit for this i'll kill them

JACE STOP GOING SO FAST

“Jace, if you want to a baby so much then grow your own damn uterus,” Isabelle snapped.

TELL HIM

THIS GOES OUT TO THE WHOLE MALE POPULATION

After Georgia’s birth, they had promised each other that they would always choose the children first. If it ever came to a point, as it often did in their lives, where they had to choose between themselves and the children – they had promised each other to save the children.

dude theres a major character death here

Jace thought for a moment and then grinned at her. “No uterus. No opinion.”

“Selena has trained you well,”

selena my smart feminist child

I JUST KNOW ONE OF THE LIGHTWOOD-BANES IS DYING

AND IM NOT OK

“Do you really need those?” Alec asked, pointing at the glasses.

“No,” Jace replied. “But Clary thinks I look hot with glasses.”

“You two are ridiculous,” Alec shook his head.

Jace turned around. “Really? And your beard is for character building, is it?”

there's no use lying alec we all know why it's really there

I KNOW WHAT LEUKEMIA IS SHUT THE FUCK UP IM LOSING MY SHIT

no

no

she cant die

IF SHE DIES I WILL RAISE HELL

my throat hurts from all the shouting

“Can I get a cinnamon latte with extra cream and two sugars please?” Alec asked.

Jace raised an eyebrow.

“Magnus had a long day at the Spiral Labyrinth,” Alec explained.

“Can’t he just magic his drink?”

“Well, yes,” Alec replied. “But I like buying it for him. It’s called being a good husband.”

aww that's so sweet

THIS IS HILARIOUS

“I’m saying no one can do better than David,” Jace huffed. “He is precious.”

tru

“If you are going to be this way, things are going to be very awkward at their wedding,” Jace muttered.

“They are not getting married, Jace!”

“Do you not want them to???”

“They are nineteen!!”

“Doesn’t mean we are not allowed to think about it,” Jace pointed out. “If they get married, we will be family!”

“We are already family!” Alec all but yelled.

“Yeah, but we will be even closer!” Jace sighed happily.

“You are my parabatai!” Alec said incredulously. “My soul is literally tied to yours! How closer do you want to get?”

THIS IS AMAZING

OH MY GOD I LOVE

JACE BEING OVER PROTECTIVE OVER SELENA DATING SOMEONE IM LOSING MY SHIT

wait how old is michael

"Oh my god,” Jace gasped. “Three out of three! I win!”

“It’s not a competition, Jace!” Alec rolled his eyes.

“It is and I won,” Jace grinned. “You’re welcome, LGBTQ+ community.”

YUP JACE WON

“Can we talk about something else?” Izzy demanded. “We are not those parents who only ever talk about their children.”

Alec cleared his throat. “Right. Of course.”

“Yeah, we have lives of our own,” Jace nodded seriously.

They drove quietly for a while before they started discussing about their children’s love lives again right up until Jace pulled over at Jade Wolf.

of course...

Lily’s face was pale – paler than usual.

lily what's wrong

please lily

anjali...

lily is close to her

of course

“Then we burn all the angels,” Lily growled.

YES YES YES YES

Jace walked in that moment, sipping from his latte. “I bought donuts, y’all!”

A chuckle escaped Magnus. “Jonathan. Your timing is impeccable.”

"Is everything okay?” Jace asked, looking troubled.

“No,” Maia replied. “But at least we have donuts.”

at least they have donuts

“I love you,” he mouthed, and Alec’s heart was okay for a moment.

THE FEELS

ISABELLE

NO NO NO

NO

IZZY

PLEASE

WHY IS EVERY POV ENDING LIKE THIS

They had put on their clothes

AHEM SIR-

they grow up so fast...

no

im crying

dont please

izzy

she was poisoned

oh my god

WHO

GIVE ME NAMES RIGHT NOW

Rafael drank like a dozen a day.

understandable have a good day

OH MY GOD STOP JOKING AS A COPING MECHANISM

Im squeezing the life out of Emma (my emotional support stuffed cat) right now

seelies

the first time i heard the source was angelic my very first incstinct was seelie. I didn't wanna share it because of how absurd it sounded. but it doesn't anymore.

charlotte was poisoned by a seelie unintentionally which cost her her child

oh

OH MY GOD

NO THIS WASN'T IZZY'S COFFEE

MAGNUS GAVE IT TO HER

THIS WAS MAGNUS' COFFEE

SOMEONE WAS TRYING TO POISON HIM.

I'm losing my mind oh my god... I am so scared. Please Anjali and Isabelle please they cant...no i dont wanna think like that. tryna take deep breaths. ok. it's gonna be ok. maybe.

see ya friday!

Now I want to write lbaf while wearing a tiara. Hmmmm. I'll look for one online.

See you Friday! Also hope you had a good birthday!!!

And send pics of Emma!!!!!!!

[houseofvans]

ART SCHOOL | Q&A with LLEW MEJIA

We’re digging the illustrations of artist, textile designer and part time tattooer Llew Mejia, whose beautiful work blends half digital and half traditional mediums to create colorful patterns, influenced by popular art of Mexico and the Southwest. We got a chance to chat with Llew about his art background, his process, his tattooing, and what he has coming the rest of the year–including his recent trip to Taipei for EVA airlines! 

MAKE THE LEAP

Photographs courtesy of the artist. 

Introduce yourself  My name is Llew Mejia pronounced LOO MEHIA. I know its a doozy. and confusing. I am an illustrator, textile designer and part time tattooer. But I also just get really into things and have a bunch of hobbies like making chairs or rugs or whatever ceramics I basically just make a bunch of stuff. Some people may not know I live with three cats that look like gremlins with varying degrees of hairlessness haha.

When did you first get into drawing?  What were some of your early influences?  I first got into drawing my last year of high school and into the first year of college. I was going to school to potentially be a surgeon, but I ended up feeling that the coursework and overall culture of the school was pretty empty for me and dropped out and applied to an art school in Minneapolis. That’s where my stuff really took off I think. Like most people my age, I was into graffiti and skateboard culture as well as the outdoors and traveling, all of these contributed to my style eventually I think.

What mediums do you love to work with? What are your essential art tools? It really depends on the work I’m doing for people. Alot of the time it’s half digital half traditional mediums so computer aided gouache and inks for the most part. Alot of sketching and stuff is done traditionally and depending on what the client is looking for I find myself doing a traditional painting of a pattern from start to finish.

How would you describe your work and style?  I would say alot of my style focuses on a certain level of naivety and folkiness. I am fascinated by people’s interpretations of the world around them when they are not classically trained in making art, so I try to incorporate that vision in my artwork. There is a lot of stuff that comes from the popular art of Mexico as well as many other cultures I have seen in the Southwest which is where my family lived for some time.

Describe your artistic process for us. Again this always depends on what I am making and for who. But alot of the time its super collaborative which is how I like it. Someone may have a vision and send me images and I work closely with them to see how it is we can come up with something we both like. It would probably start like most things I do with a simple pencil sketch of layout of a pattern since thats the majority of the work I do for surf/skate/sport brands and then we both come together on something we mutually vibe on. The final is addressed in the same way with a color palette we both like and a flow /scale of the pattern we both really like.

You’ve worked in various art mediums, which would you say is your favorite and which would you say you’d like to try out? I think that gouache is definitely my favorite, but it could be a bit finicky, I like how it has alot of variety you can choose to make it really flat or really painterly. I think I would like to dabble a bit more into 3D work whether that be stone sculptures or plaster or something along those lines. I like the tactility of three dimensional work and the weight is satisfying.

What’s the art scene like in New York these days?  Who are some local artists you’re stoked on? Hmmmm that’s a really loaded question, I feel like I don’t pay too much attention to whats going on in the ‘art world’ here or anywhere to be honest, probably to my detriment, but I think now since we are exposed to so much it’s good for you to limit yourself on what you expose yourself to. It can really influence the work you make which for some people may be a good thing, but I dont want to riff off of people too much. It doesn’t mean I don’t go to Chelsea a few times a year for certain shows like the Barry Mcgee show or something, but I do make sure it doesn’t play a huge part in my practice haha I am just trying to live my life ! That doesnt mean there aren't a ton of really talented people in NYC though its really chalk full and oversaturated with talent haha.

What makes you smile when viewing someone else’s art? What is it you’re looking at – composition, color, line?  Yeah I think mostly composition and color are pretty important. I think what makes something good is obviously the whole package, but it’s so subjective. I am definitely drawn to unknown or unnamed artists of the past, i.e. folk artists no one pays that much mind to. I collect alot of it so I feel like it’s a pretty important part of my artistic vocabulary and what I find the most interesting.

When you’re not drawing or designing, what are your favorite things to do?  I tattoo during the weekdays too out of my studio. I think it really mixes things up for me, and since I only do my own drawings for the most part, or flash that I doodle it keeps it in my court. I am not making a living off of it, but its a fun part of my life and I love talking with and meeting new people. It fulfills my voyeuristic side and lets me hang out with people while also learning new things about how others live their lives. You can follow my tattoo account @tatu.poepoe

 I like drinking beers, walking around, having people over at my house and eating alot haha just a classic dude nothing major. 

What kind of music do you listen to when you’re working on something?  I listen to old country like Patsy Cline, Slim Whitman, Johnny Cash, Hank Williams, The Carter Family. Then some reggaeton, trap rap, some podcasts, some Rancheras, all sorts of different true crime because I have the ID channel on sometimes while I work. But really a mix of stuff.

What do you think you’d be doing if you weren’t an artist? What would be your career? Uhhhh I hope nothing else, but let’s be honest, probably a biologist or something. You get to travel a bit and have a specialty and interact with the world in a way that most don’t.

What are your FAVORITE Vans? Slip-ons by far they're just so versatile. Dress em up or down or just naked its all good

What advice would you give someone thinking about doing what you do?  DO IT. haha, naw but really you should do what you want and if you're passionate enough then you will succeed at the thing, it becomes your path you know? It sounds corny, but I believe its true.

What do you have going on coming up that you can share?  I just got to go to Taipei with EVA airlines and did some work for them over there for a week and got to explore the city. I am both nervous and excited about the project because I think im going to be on a lil spot commercial on youtube and stuff and I dont usually show myself in that capacity. But either way I am excited to share that with the world.

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Creator Spotlight: Kizunatsudoishi

Miri here, with the next entry in our Creator Spotlight series. This time the random number generator has summoned artist Kizunatsudoishi (Kizu). ( http://Kizunatsudoishi.tumblr.com )

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Miri: Which of your works is the most memorable to you? I don’t necessarily mean favourite or best work, it could be the work that taught you the most making it or that holds a special reason in its creation.

Kizu: Hm, for some reason the sleeping elves!Sefikura popped up in my head. It was certainly one of those that took me weeks to finish. I learned so much about coloring doing that piece. Seph's thighs were thickened with layers of white and purplish white and blueish white and orangeish white because I couldn't get the pale tone right. I even beat myself over it for days. Thank god it turned out... not so bad...?

Miri: Comments on the reblog, or in the tags. Do you have a preference?

Kizu: Comments ANYWHERE. But anyway, from what I've seen, people are less likely to comment on the reblog because they feel like it's rude or something, but if you feel like that, please comment all the craziest thing and reactions in the tags. UwU I dare speak for all of the creators out there that WE LOVE COMMENTS. Especially the squeally over the top ones.

Miri: Who is your favourite character from the FFVII setting? What do you love about them?

Kizu: Aside from the obvious choices (the blond angry smol and the silver-haired mean assholery tol), in terms of characterization (and in-game stat), Cid Highwind is my lowkey favorite. Those moments featuring Cid Highwind is either hilarious or super inspirational. His speeches about his dream, the power of mankind and science, the planet Gaia, the goddamn tea... gosh. Cid Highwind gives the most powerful speeches and the most hilarious profanities.

Miri: Favourite media to work in?

Kizu: I actually have a love hate relationship with it but, pencil and paper.

Miri: Inquiring minds have asked if you have any tips for dealing with art block/slump.

Kizu: Hmmmm. Maybe... try to brainstorm exactly how you want to draw the thing. Come up with keywords that you can search by (aka finding references). Read/watch something visual and may inspire you to draw the thing since references can pop up in those visual media.

If nothing of the above works, force your stupid hand to at least draw *something* (Like, if you draw something that would involve a human, sketch their head first with a circle, and try to expand the face, where the face is facing towards, then expand pose from there with skeletal-ish pose.) If you don't know how poses work then feel free to look it up. At least, learn how to *sketch* poses with stick figures since that will save you from so much pain.

You can also listen to music that put you in certain moods.

Miri: Is there a character/idea you haven’t gotten to yet that you really want to do?

Kizu: I suppose most of the stuff I had always want to doodle *cough* frillysmexykinkydressesandflowyconcubineoutfitsandfancyhairdosforCloud *cough* I have done... to some extent. There's so much more Emperoth x Cloudcubine thing I want to do though... :Q_ I-I have this... constant need of putting Cloud in dresses. He just... looks too gorgeous in dresses. Mmm, Cloud in dresses...

Come to think of it, I kinda want to try doodling something fluffy or... school life-ish too...?

Miri: Any remake thoughts or hopes you’d like to talk about?

Kizu: 1. Have a section of land that looking towards Midgar that can trigger a flashback cutscene of Zack's final stand... and maybe his yellow flower...

2. Keep the W-Item glitch ;D

3. Explorable Midgar, maybe SOLDIER private quarters with snippets of the SOLDIER boys...?

4. Keep Cloud riding a dolphin. And the CPR part.

5. A dressing up montage of Miss Cloud with pink background and hearts flying while everyone ogles "her". (A thing that ACTUALLY HAPPENS in FFRK so I'm looking at you Squeenix you WILL give us a Miss Cloud dressing up montage).

6. We get to Omnislash """Executioner""" (a synonym for half naked) Sephiroth with Miss Cloud. In a purple dress. With a big bow. Wearing perfume. And diamond tiara. Yeap The Great Sephiroth was defeated by all of *that*.

7. Kinda overlap with the above but... maybe an attire option like we can change the party member's clothing (much like FF15). We can have a bunch of Shinra infantrymen and sailors running around in dirt.

8. Steve Burton and Takahiro Sakurai saying "Warrrk!!". If Lightning can say "Kweh" then of course Cloud has to be a chocobo whisperer.

9. After seeing the giant ass Diamond Weapon in Kingsglaives... I actually look forward to the Weapon boss fights.

Miri: Throw a headcanon at us that you’d like to see more of.

Kizu: I don't know... most of the headcanons I enjoy are all from you guys, like Sephiroth being a Scorpio, or he being the one breaking Ifalna and smol Aerith out of Shinra back then, or Cloud being a little shit... Usually I would think more about AUs. If it's an AU then I'd like to see more school life AUs. Listening to Bolbbalgan4 songs makes me think of a Cloud doodling stick figures on Seph's notebook in the library and they're playing footsies under the table ughf.

Miri: Favourite party idea when playing FFVII? They don’t have to actually work, so much as you like the idea of them together as a fighting party.

Kizu: I usually go for the OP team or the most practical so... Cloud Aerith Cid in disc 1 (I usually have Cloud as the healer/tank/everything else XD Aerith as main magic damage bc she is stronk with spells, and Cid). After that the team is Cloud Yuffie and Cid because of Yuffie's morph ability and her agility is stupid. Nothing can hit Yuffie... ever.

Miri: Do you have a favourite/easiest character to draw? Or a character you tend to draw when you need some comforting/relaxing art time?

Kizu: CLOUD.

Drawing Sephiroth, albeit very satisfying for the eyes, is a great burden. That ridiculous man has a too high standard for his face alone. And then there comes that stupid, geographically mountainous plane of a body, and his 84 miles of legs. Not to mention that unbelievable luscious hair. And don't make me rant on those *eyelashes* that stabs through the fabric of space and time itself.

Miri: Are you open for commissions right now? Drop your link.

Kizu: Well guess what, I AM. Poof: http://kizunatsudoishi.tumblr.com/post/161768170836/3-commission-open-%CE%B5

Miri: Anything you’d like to say to the community?

Kizu: I used to be in a too active fandom and it was a nightmare. I used to be in a dead fandom and it was so sad. But then... this FF7 fandom is by some magical blessings, is still an alive submarine after all these years. I know some may have been sour grapes to some other, but the people I found in my little trash can corner, I can say that you guys are one of the greatest creators and people I've ever met. You guys... are the best. UmU

Miri: Here’s a few pieces picked out with some help from friends) to share with everyone

Sefikura Ballet: http://kizunatsudoishi.tumblr.com/post/177615867741/ballet-dancerssefikura-performing-swan-lake

Sefikura: http://kizunatsudoishi.tumblr.com/post/172478852401/art-based-on-asreoninfusions-whiskey-kisses

Sefikura Week Art for a fic by RadiusZero: http://kizunatsudoishi.tumblr.com/post/170107270506/sefikura-week-day-1-showing-up-unexpectedly

NSFW Cloud for a fic by AsreonInfusion: http://kizunatsudoishi.tumblr.com/post/161495409636/oviposition-tentacles-au-this-is-based-on (NSFW)

NSFW Sephiroth Images: http://kizunatsudoishi.tumblr.com/post/165607580006/sephiroth-in-chain-lingerie-commission-for-anon  (NSFW)

http://kizunatsudoishi.tumblr.com/post/165966347761/another-kinky-ukeroth-in-chain-lingerie-for-anon-u  (NSFW)

http://kizunatsudoishi.tumblr.com/post/166560946871/ukeroth-commission-for-anon-xd-this-time-i-went  (NSFW)

http://kizunatsudoishi.tumblr.com/post/167444208926/ukeroth-commission-for-anon-this-time-with-lace  (NSFW)

And my personal pick, my Christmas card for my discord group (This one IS safe for work): http://kizunatsudoishi.tumblr.com/post/167932312851/a-merry-asgzc-christmas-for-asylos-and-the-folks

[soprano193]

100 Ways to Say... (43/100)

So this isn't even done... I had originally picked a different sentence, but here I am, 4,500 words in, and I am not even halfway done.  The good news is, I am working on the second half, with a different sentence.  I have it all planned out, actually!  I don't know when it will be posted, because I am slowly working on it for camp nanowrimo.  So it isn't done yet.  BUT, I won't post anything else here until the second part is done, so I don't mess with continuity.  Wit all that said and done, enjoy!

Next door neighbors in the suburbs AU.

I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to.

Ricky Rogers had been in Katie’s life for as long as she could remember.  From the moment she was born, Ricky was never too far away.  His Mom, Martha, lived next door, and worked all the time, so Katie’s Mom used to watch him for free.  It was like growing up with a slightly older brother.

Her first concrete memory is of him crying.  He had spilled his milk all over his clothes.  Her Mom had a lot, but she didn’t have a key to his house.  It was the one day Martha didn’t pack extra clothes.  So he was wearing her shirt, one with yellow sunflowers on it, crying about wanting his solar system shirt back.  She tried to distract him by pulling him out to the sand pit in her backyard.  “Sandcastle?”  As she spoke she offered him the bucket.  “Build here.”  When he took the bucket, she kneeled down and started to dig the moat.

It took him some time to join her, but soon he was down in the dirt next to her.  “Want help?”

“Yes please.”  She filled his bucket with the excess sand from the moat.  After a few moments of silence, she looked up, grinning at him.  “You’re okay.  Don’t be sad.  Sandcastle.”

He turned the bucket over in response, the sand crumbling at the edges.  “Thanks, Katie.  I’m not sad anymore.”  He poked some holes in the top of their sand mound, like windows, and grinned.  “Who lives here?”

“Hmmmm.”  Katie bit her lip as she thought.  “A Princess and her Knight.”

At her words, he leapt up, his feet kicking sand into their moat.  “Let’s play pretend!  I’m a Knight.”

“I’m the Princess!”  She joined in, standing with him.  She only gave herself a moment to laugh before pointing at a tree behind him.  “Help!  Monster!  Get it, Knight!”

“I’ll save you!”  He shouted as he ran off, pretending to fight whatever imaginary creatures she came up with.  He ran around so much, he didn’t even hear when Katie’s Mom yelled that his shirt was all done.  Instead he spent his day rescuing his closest friend.  A few of the monsters, Katie got herself.  She loved teaching him the best way to defeat a porch monster and a garden ghoul.  The swing monster almost got them both.  Never once did she think that a Princess couldn’t save the day.  Sometimes though, she needed help from her brave Knight.

Saturdays were the days she looked forward to most.  Saturdays were Martha’s day off, which meant the roles were reversed.  Katie’s Mom would go out and do the errands that she couldn’t do while Ricky was at the house.  Katie’s Dad usually worked.  Which meant that Katie got to go spend time at Ricky’s house.

His house was so cool.  There were more musical instruments than Katie thought existed.  Martha always let them play with each one, and she taught them the history behind them as they played.  Also, Martha’s dress up trunk marveled any other one Katie had ever seen in her short life.  But to top everything off, Ricky had a pretty amazing treehouse.

Katie never found out who built the treehouse.  It had been there as long as she could remember.  It was pretty high up in the tree, an old rope ladder the only way to get up.  Once inside, they had a view of the forest that seemed to go on for miles.  The cramped space was filled with books and art supplies that kept them busy for hours.  Martha even let them color on its walls.  They covered the inside of that treehouse with doodles and designs, and random splashes of color, as tall as they could reach.

Over time, they filled in that empty space at the top.  Their hands grew steadier, the drawings more concrete.  Once in a while, a math problem showed up whenever they ran out of scrap paper.  Katie knew one day they would grow to be too tall to stand straight up.  Ricky was already getting to the point where he had to hunch over.  It started to amuse her, once she realized they had spent their whole lives there.

In school they sort of ran in separate circles.  Ricky made friends who were other boys, who enjoyed playing King of the Rock and having races.  Katie spent more time with the girls in her class, making clubs and playing make believe.  It seemed like such a natural progression, she didn’t feel like she was missing anyone.  She still saw him on the bus, when he sat next to her.  On Saturdays she still went to his house, where Martha taught them duets on the piano and they played in his treehouse.  On Sundays he came to her house for the sand pit and make believe, usually with a bouquet of hand-picked flowers in his hand for their table.  He was still her best friend.

It was the summer before freshman year that he asked for help in the treehouse.  “I need to get some of the junk out.”

She regarded him with a wary look.  “Our crafts?”

His blue eyes grew wide as he vehemently shook his head.  “Of course not!  Those will stay forever as far as I am concerned.  But there are toys and books up there that I haven’t looked at in years that need to come down.  It will free up some space.”

It had been getting cramped, now that they both were almost full grown.  Whoever built it had children in mind, and not the young adults that they had become.  “I have some free time.  I could come after dinner?”

He laughed, his eyes softening.  “I think this will be a really long process.  Can you stop by tomorrow?”

“Sure!”  As soon as the word was out of her mouth, she realized she had no clue what the plans were, and she did need to double check with her parents.  “At least, I’m pretty sure.  I’ll call you tonight.”

“Okay.  See you soon!”  He hugged her at the point where their properties met, and she nuzzled her face into his shoulder.  Before long they had parted ways, each going into their respective houses.

She headed over the next day, dressed in her cleaning clothes, a black bandana keeping her hair out of her eyes.  She headed straight for the treehouse, the sound of him whistling drawing her nearer.  She yelled to let him know she was there and not to climb down, and started climbing that old rope ladder up to meet him.

Inside she found him surrounded by piles and piles of books.  “What are you doing?”  She teased as she squeezed in next to him.

“I’m trying to separate them by age range.”  The one he held in his hand was Goodnight Moon, a book she didn’t even realize was still up there.  “We’ve never done this, and Mother doesn’t come up here, so there is lots of clutter.”

Looking around she could see he was right.  A doll sat in the corner that she hadn’t touched since she was ten.  And etch-a-sketch on the windowsill still had his sad attempt at a circle.  The bins filled with matchbox cars and baseball cards were old too.  She couldn’t remember the last time she had looked through those.  She pulled the box of cards closer to her and pulled off the cover.  “Can I have these?  My Dad would like them.”

Ricky shrugged.  “Most of them were yours anyway.  I never liked baseball as much as you.”

She muttered out a thanks before scooching toward the door.  But it was once she got there that she realized the problem.  “Uh, Ricky?  I don’t feel comfortable crawling down one handed.”

He didn’t look up as she spoke.  “What do you mean?”

“I mean, how am I supposed to climb down this ladder with a box in my hands?”

This piqued his attention, and he put the books down and crawled over to her.  “No, you won’t have to.  See this?”  He pointed to a pulley that was hanging below the door, something she had never noticed before.  “Mother and I used it when we filled it the first time.  She filled a box and lifted it, I unloaded it up here.  We can do the same thing to clean it out.”  He pointed to the one large box that was already in the treehouse.  “We can use this to get everything down once we have it all together.

“And one of us can fill boxes on the ground and send the big empty one back up.”  She finished for him, catching on to his plan.  They shared a smile, the connection between them clear, and they both moved to different ends of the treehouse.  Ricky stayed near the books while Katie started looking at the art supplies.  Anything broken or dried out got thrown in a trash bag.  She sorted the crayons, chalk, and markers into separate boxes.  She got rid of paper product warped by water.  And then she just crawled around collecting trash.

Between both of them, it took three days to clean all the stuff they didn’t want any more out.  Martha took loads every day to the dumpster or to donation centers.  With more room, they found themselves enjoying the treehouse again.  Now that they were older, they enjoyed it in a different way.  Ricky became Rick, and started writing short stories.  He would sit up there with his head in his hands, the notebook on the side of him as he worked through writer’s block.  Katie would read through and offer suggestions.  She started bringing her own books up with her to read while he was stuck, sometimes reading out loud to give him ideas.  Maybe it helped, maybe it didn’t.  He let her do it all the same.

The week before starting freshman year, they watched the stars together through the little window.  They sat against the wall, her head on his shoulder, while he pointed out constellations.  He knew what he was talking about, and his confidence gave her a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach.  So she stopped him by lifting her head from his shoulder to look in his eyes.  “Will you bring girls up here on dates?”  His eyebrows scrunched together as he narrowed his eyes, trying to figure out where her question came from.  “Just because this would be, like, the perfect free date.  And I just got this image of you up here with girls, and I don’t want to crawl up here to visit you just to find you kissing someone else.”

He laughed then, shaking his head.  “What?  No.  That’s insane.”

“But it’s not insane!  You have this space up here that is pretty private, your Mom never comes up here, and it would be the perfect place to bring a girl.”

He chuckled, the tiniest shake of his head calming her down.  “No.  It’s insane because I don’t bring anyone up here.”

Her mind went over their fourteen year friendship, as she racked her brain for a name.  “Anyone?”  She asked as she came up empty handed.

“Well.  I don’t anymore.  I tried once.”  Whatever look she had on her face must have amused him, because he laughed.  “Not a girl!  I promise!”  He leaned back against the wall.  “No, not a girl.  It was Dylan Cummings, in second grade.  He came up and wanted to add some drawings to the wall.  I wasn’t watching, he started to draw over your princess.”  Her eyes drifted to the spot on the wall where her large Princess was, dressed in a blue dress, a spiky yellow crown on her head.  “I stopped him, but I told him it was your picture.  He didn’t care, he thought his was cooler.  So I made him get out.”  As he spoke, she resettled against his shoulder.  “I decided this was our place.  No one else needed to come up here.”

At his words, she smiled against his shoulder.  “I like our place.”  They stayed in relative silence for a bit, listening to the crickets.

It was Rick who broke the silence this time, shifting his weight so he could look down on her.  “Did you get your class list yet?”

“No.”  She lied.  She already knew they didn’t have classes together.  They’d been together every year with the exception of seventh grade.  She didn’t like the idea of taking classes separate.  “I think I’ll get it in the office on the first day.”

“What if we don’t have a class together?”  His voice was softer, broken in a way, and it made her heart clench.

“We’ll have lunch.  And weekends.  I’ll still be next door.”

He resettled, his arms crossing over his chest.  “You’re right.  Nothing will change.

But it did change a little bit.  They barely saw each other.  Their classes had separate lunch periods.  Their interests were different.  Rick joined the school newspaper and creative writing club, while Kate took up track and field and model debate.  They didn’t always take the bus home together, sitting side by side.  Sometimes they skipped hanging out on weekends because they had too much homework.  Of course, they were still friendly when they passed each other in the hallway.  But every time he passed, Kate felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.  She found herself looking out her window at his treehouse and wondering if he was up there, working on his latest story.

It surprised her the week before school let out for the summer, when he approached her after his lunch period.  “Hey, Kate, I have to tell you something.”

She hugged her books closer and pulled him to the side of the hallway, so he was out of the way.  “Okay.  Shoot.”

She could see him bite the inside of his cheek, and his eyes drifted down to the floor.  “It’s just…”  He fought to get the words out, his feet shuffling as he raised his eyes to meet hers.  “The first day of summer vacation.  Can we maybe do something?  Just the two of us?”

Taking in his body language and awkward question, Kate’s mouth fell open.  “Richard Rogers, are you asking me on a date?”

His head fell again and she couldn’t see his face.  “Something like that, I guess.”

A million thoughts went through her head.  First and foremost being that he was almost like a brother to her, and that was weird.  But she also kept drifting back to the summer before, sitting up in that treehouse with him, resting on him, the jealousy she felt at even the idea of another girl up there with him.  She didn’t want to ruin what they had.  But she couldn’t see herself with anyone else.  “Let’s do it.”

He looked up at her, nodding, but he didn’t seem as excited as she was.  No, instead he looked nervous, his face paler than she’d ever seen it.  “Okay.  Great.  I’ll meet you at your place.”  His shoulders hunched up as he turned, running to his next class.

She didn’t see him again for that last week of school.  He caught rides with some of his friends from the newspaper, she would get picked up by her mother.  In a way, Kate liked that more.  It built the anticipation.

He showed up at her house at four the day of their date.  He was dressed in a nice button down shirt, a bouquet of hand-picked flowers in his hand.  As Kate opened the door, he thrust his hand forward.  “I picked these for your table.”

Kate could feel the heat rising to her cheeks, and she bit back the giant grin that was threatening to make her look like a fool.  “Thank you.”  She responded, taking them from him and leading him to the kitchen.

Her Mom met them in there.  She was preparing dinner, her case files open on the counters as she tried to multi-task.  As if she had eyes in the back of her head, she whirled around as they entered, a grin on her face that made Kate turn red from embarrassment.  “Hello Ricky, it’s so nice to see you again!  What are the plans for tonight?”

“Well, I was thinking of going to Anne’s for some ice cream, then a concert on the common, and maybe some stargazing.”  At the word ‘stargazing,’ Kate’s heart began to flutter as she remembered that night almost a year before.

Johanna just nodded, leaning against the counter.  “And she’ll be home by ten?”

He nodded once.  “Yes ma’am.”

This caused her mother to laugh, her shoulders dropping as she relaxed.  “Please, Ricky, I’ve known you since you were in diapers.  Don’t call me ‘ma’am.’”

“Don’t call me ‘Ricky’ and I’ll drop the ‘ma’am’.”

Johanna reached for his hand and shook it firmly, her jaw set, but a smile creeping into the corners of her mouth.  “Deal.”  She looked at the clock before flicking a towel in their direction.  “Now go!  It’s getting late.  Have fun!”

Kate locked hands with Rick as they ran out of the house.  “Bye, Mom!”  She called over her shoulder.

Anne’s was the best small town ice cream shop in the state.  All the ice cream was made by hand, and they had all the staple toppings.  The stand was small, with plenty of open field space to sit, along with a few tables and a fenced in area for especially buggy nights.  They got theirs to go, choosing to walk with it to the downtown common.

Rick was uncharacteristically quiet.  It made her uncomfortable.  He had trouble meeting her eyes as she spoke, and the rare smiles he gave her held just the tiniest hint of sadness.

She didn't get the chance to ask him about it.  Her words were cut off by the community band, a sweeping start to their opening number, including the trilling piccolos.  This kind of stuff drew him in.  Martha was a music teacher, and his house was almost never silent.  He always knew every song the bands were playing without the aid of a program.  He also had quite a bit of knowledge about musical theater.  It was just one of those quirks about him that Kate had begun to find interesting.

On their walk back to his place, he talked about the final issue of the school newspaper, and what it was like to earn that coveted, and of the year interview with the Principal.  When he began to talk about his creative writing club though, his face out up, more than it had all night.  “Tell me about the story you're working on now.”  Kate requested, hoping it would loosen him up.

It seemed to work.  It was a high school story with a cheating scandal, where friendships were tested and strengthened.  He grew more excited as he told her about the characters, continuing to look behind him to gauge her reactions as they walked through his backyard. “There’s Henry who is kind of like me.  Creative and kind of a slacker, who would rather draw pictures in class than take notes.”

Kate called out to him as he climbed the ladder ahead of her.  “Do you write stories during class?”

He leaned over the edge and smirked down at her as she climbed up.  “I'm gonna plead the fifth on that, counselor.”

When she reached the top, she found him leaning against some pillows, his eyes trained on the sky through the window.  Crawling over to him, she found the spot next to him set up just right so she could squish right into his side and still have plenty of room.  Kate didn’t know anything about what she was looking at.  She could find Orion, but so could everyone else.  She loved doing this with Rick because he could identify more constellations than anyone she knew.  He told their stories with such detail, no book ever did it the same way.  Even Rick never told the same story the same way.  It never felt like they were doing the same thing again.

Today Rick didn’t talk about the constellations.  Instead, he talked about the character in his book that he based off of her.  “Her name is Alison.  Ali for short.  She looks like you.  I picture her looks on your face when I write her.”  His arm tightened around her.  “She and Henry have been friends since kindergarten.  He tells her everything.  She is his rock throughout this whole scandal.  In fact, because she knows he didn’t cheat, she’s been helping to tutor him all along because she’s smart.  She wants to be the first female Chief Justice just like you.”

Kate laughed, pulling her head off his shoulder.  “So basically, you just put me in a book and changed my name?”

His eyes narrowed.  “Is that okay?”

She grinned.  “I think it’s great.  I’m honored to be a part of something so great.”  She watched him as his eyes drifted from her eyes, down to her mouth, and back up again.  Subconsciously, Kate pulled her lips between her teeth, her stomach filling with butterflies as she looked away from him.  He seemed equally as uncomfortable, and switched the conversation to Cassiopeia.  Which then shifted to the valiant rescue of Andromeda by Perseus.

Hearing him describe this rescue brought her back to the days of make believe in the sand pit.  “You used to rescue me from monsters.”

He chuckled.  “Plenty of times you rescued yourself.  You didn’t need my help.”

“Yeah, but the sentiment was nice.”  

They laughed together, and she saw his eyes again drift down to her mouth.  It made her heart pound in her head, and her hands shake, but before long she was leaning forward, her mouth puckered and her eyes closing as she braced for impact.

He spoke before it happened. “I’m moving.”

It felt like the world had stopped.  As she backed away from him, the butterflies in her stomach turned into emptiness.  “Moving?  To where?”

His shoulders slumped.  “New York City.  Mother got a part on Broadway.”

She moved so she wasn’t touching him, her arms dropping to her sides.  A part on Broadway, that was what would take her best friend from her.  It shouldn’t have been a surprise.  Martha went to auditions all the time.  But for fifteen years she had been the town’s elementary school music teacher, and at some point, Kate stopped believing it could happen.  “When?”  It was all she could make sense of.  Her head was screaming a million different questions.

“Two weeks.”

“So this wasn’t a date.  Or at least, it wasn’t supposed to be a date.”  She tried to hide the disdain in her voice, but it crept through anyway.  “You let me think it was.”

“No!  Well, yes, sort of, but no!  I didn’t mean for it to go like this.”  Under different circumstances, she would have laughed at him.  The boy with the ability to string words together to tell stories she couldn’t even dream of was struggling to find them.  “I wanted to tell you in the hall that day.  But in the moment, I realized that this wasn’t news you dropped on your best friend in the middle of the day when we can’t talk about it.  So I wanted to do it while we were alone.”

“On a date?”

“No!  I didn't mean for this to be a date.”  His words cut through her heart, and he must have seen her face crumple, because he started stammering all over again.  “Wait, no, that's not what I meant!  Can you let me explain?”

She scoffed, moving away from the spot he had set up for her, and sitting right under the window, so she could see him better, and get out easier if she needed to.  “You better explain.  Because I'm lost.”

His hands ran through his hair, and his eyes fixated on the sky above her as he planned out what he was trying to say.  “Kate, I've wanted to ask you on a date since the last time we both sat up here together, stargazing.  I was gathering the courage to.”

She watched as he shrunk, his shoulders sinking and his arms wrapping around his knees.  “Why didn’t you?”  She asked, her voice still accusatory.

“You started talking about me bringing other girls up here, like you and I weren’t even an option.  And I started to doubt you saw me the same way I saw you.  So I chickened out.  Then we saw less of each other at school, and we didn’t get together every weekend like we used to.  I didn’t think it was meant to be anymore.”  He scratched the back of his head, and stretched out his muscles.  “But then Mom got that part, and I realized how hard it was going to be, to live in a new place with you so far away.  And I wanted to spend as much time as possible with you.  When you suggested a date, I just went with it.”

She threw her head back until it thumped against the wall.  “Worst first date ever.  You didn’t even let me kiss you!”  She chuckled, looking at him and shaking her head.  “You’ve ruined me for boys for a bit.”

He laughed back, the corners of his mouth just starting to pull upwards.  “I know.  I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to.”

“Don’t lie.  Yeah you did.”  He laughed then, and relief washed over her.  The air cleared, she moved back over to her spot next to him.  His arm wrapped around her, and he pulled her into his chest.

After a moment, he spoke.  “We can still be friends, right?  You can come visit me in the city whenever you want, Mother already agreed.  And you can call me whenever.  I’ll send a letter with my new number.”

This statement broke her a little, but she bit back her tears as she answered.  “You’re my best friend.  Always.  You living in a different city won’t change that.”  Even though it pained her that this would be nothing more, even she knew that long distance relationships never worked.  Especially brand new ones.

“Good.  I’m sorry about our date.”

“You would have had to tell me at some point.”  They stayed there for only a few minutes more, until his watch beeped and told her it was time to go home.

The next day, she helped him move all of his things out of the treehouse, and helped box up his room.  She returned almost every day for those two weeks to help.  They never discussed their almost kiss.  They didn’t talk about their failed date with anyone.  He talked about the school he was going to in the city, she discussed joining the Model UN, and they both managed to avoid talking about their feelings.

The day he moved, he gave her a rough draft of his story, the one with the character based on her in it.  He dedicated it to her, and put it in a binder so she could read it as many times as she wanted.  He hugged her tight until it was time to leave.  As he pulled away, Kate felt the ghost of his lips on the top of her head.  She didn’t let the tears fall until the moving truck was out of sight.

[knamjoonswhore]

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thank u for the tag @binktop​ I LOVE LONG TAGS HERE I GO

Are you named after anyone? 

nah apparently my sister just suggested the name Amy cos she heard it on tv and my mam decided to go along with it lol (tho milly and molly were also contenders)

When was the last time you cried? 

watching the last 2 eps of Your Lie in April 2 DAYS AGO (i cry a LOT so I'm surprised it wasnt literally yday)

Do you like your handwriting? 

i actually do! 

What is your favorite lunch meat? 

um does this mean like,,, sliced chicken or somethin cos if so,, sliced chicken

Do you have kids? 

nope and i don't plan to bc fun fact i don't do well w children at ALL

If you were a different person would you be friends with you? 

idk man i cant see a reason why id hate Real Me 

Do you use sarcasm? 

yah but in a deadpan obviously jokey way cos i never want it to be misconstrued as genuinely being mean lol

Do you still have your tonsils? 

hell yh

Would you bungee jump?

hell yh

What’s your favorite cereal?

krave, i can literally have it for any meal of the day and its particularly great when ur drunk

Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?

NOPE lol im lazy 

Do you think you’re a strong person?

im def not physically weak but I'm genuinely so emotionally fragile xoxo

What’s your favorite ice cream? 

mint choc chip! 

What’s the first thing you notice about people? 

i dont rlly know,, probs (and this sounds rlly bad) I'm very aware of the ways in which people laugh (i don't JUDGE it i just,, suddenly become Very Aware)

What’s your least favorite physical thing about yourself? 

genuinely theres a lot of little things but my biggest issue is just my big fat legs and thighs

What color pants and shoes are you wearing right now? 

I'm wearing mickey mouse pyjama pants and bed socks :)))

What are you listening to right now? 

Warrior’s Dance by The Prodigy get hype

If you were a crayon what color would you be? 

OK SO I SEARCHED THEM UP and i identify w newport jazzberry festival and yankee doodle dandelion (i love the names)

Favorite smell? 

ANY candle or spray with some sort of ocean breeze vibe its just so fresh

Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?

my mam literally the only people i talk to on the phone (if i can help it) is my mam and nana

Favorite sport to watch? 

...... volleyball

Hair color? 

kinda just brown now, sorta like hay

Eye color? 

v dark brown almost black

Do you wear contacts? 

nah nah even if i wanted to the prism in my glasses (the only reason i have them anyway) is 2 thick for contacts i think

Favorite food? 

oml dont do this how can i possibly decide. chocolate fingers and shortbread and churros for sweet things. i love marzipan and black pudding. yorkshire puddings. ANY MEXICAN FOOD like the nachos from chiquito mmm

Scary movies or comedy? 

comedy i guess

Last movie you watched? 

my life as a courgette!! i recommend it SO much

What color shirt are you wearing? 

a white dominoes t-shirt with the words EAT ME! on it lol

Summer or winter? 

genuinely winter even tho i literally become so depressed in winter just clothes r  easier and i can wear big clunky boots and i like cold

Hugs or kisses? 

kisses

Book you’re currently reading? 

im ,, not rlly. im buying new ones for my hols next month tho

Who do you miss right now? 

MY NANA i haven't seen her properly in weeks even tho i usually go round hers every weekend, just cos I've been so busy 

What’s on your mouse pad? 

i aint got a mouse pad

What’s the last tv program you watched?

Your Lie In April :(((((

What is the best sound? 

HMMMM the sound of the door knocking when ur hungry and waiting for takeaway to come, or the sound when u cross finish line of mario kart race and u’ve came first

Rolling stones or The Beatles?

Beatles!

What’s the furthest you’ve ever traveled?  

to Dubai or Florida idk which is further 

Do you have a special talent? 

not that i can think of, i can play guitar and uke and knit and draw and etc etc but its all mediocre 

Where were you born? 

north england! (THE REAL NORTH)

yay this was fun now i just wanna do MORE lmao i cant be stopped anyway i tag @marcvscicero @itana-007 @shouldvecometoshiratorizawa @neongenesisevanjelion AAAAAND just anyone else tbh