#when i tell you i have been trying to find the translation to this sketch for AGES

[mettywiththenotes]

THE OBI SKETCH TRANSLATION FOR VOLUME 25

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[lelengerine]

now playing... "show and tell"

pairing | basketball varsity!chenle x artist!reader

synopsis | draw a pretty boy and perhaps he'll come to you.

genre | just literal 3 am fluff thoughts, bball player chenle slight brainrot, no specific prns are used (lmk if there's anything i've missed!)

wc | 0.9k

notes | so... i'm back and it's been a long while 😄 kinda forgot about tumblr for a sec but i hope you guys still remember me TT i was pretty much in a slump + acads were crazy, however!!! i am back!!! somewhat!!! likes and feedback are always appreciated (also new post layout yayy)

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the air inside the school’s gymnasium has always felt humid as it clings to your skin like a damp blanket. the place has the distinct scent of sweat — entire buckets of it actually — while the occasional skid of sneakers on the rubber floor sends involuntary shivers down your spine. it’s hardly a place one would choose for peace of mind, yet here you are, perched on the bleachers, busily drawing on your sketchpad all because of a boy.

honestly, you wouldn’t be willingly subjecting yourself to this either if he wasn’t so… pretty. he sported vibrant orange hair that matched him well, the tips sticking together from the sweat on his forehead. his cheeks were flushed from from the heat, but that didn’t bother him one bit as he energetically ran around the court. but it's his smile that captivates you the most, its brightness rivaling that of the sun, his eyes forming playful whiskers as they crinkle into crescents — a sight you've translated onto the pages of your sketchbook more times than you’d like to admit.

how were you supposed to turn down drawing someone like him as an art student? one that’s in an art slump no less.

curse all pretty men, you tell yourself as your pencil scritches over the surface of your sketchbook.

you weren’t even acquainted to him one bit. in fact, you’ve only learned of his name around a week ago? it was zhong chenle if your memory serves you right.

your friend had told you he was the famous ace of your school’s basketball team, mostly for being able to make shots from such large distances. she was shocked you weren’t even aware of the boy when he was usually the talk of the entire student body, especially during the time championship season rolls around.

hell, you don’t even care much for the sport, but he’s making you second guess that too with the way he moves so effortlessly — like he was made to play this sport. perhaps you could understand the infatuation many others harbor for him… just a tiny bit.

you continue your sketch nonetheless, stuck erasing and re-drawing a certain line that doesn’t want to bend in your favor. it seems to have taken all of your focus, as you don’t even register the sound of footsteps approaching you. a tap is placed on your shoulder, and you turn around to find the exact boy you’ve been drawing for the entirety of his varsity practice.

“is that supposed to be me?” his words are laced with intrigue, accompanied by a gentler smile than you're accustomed to, yet just as captivating in its own right — wait. why is he even here talking to you? peeking at your drawings no less?

“nope. it’s not.” you lie through your teeth without an ounce of hesitation, flipping to the cover of your sketchbook faster than he utter out another word.

“please, who else even has orange hair here?”

“who said the person i was drawing was even real? for all you know, he could be an anime character.” you counter, trying to deflect his curiosity.

“yeah, totally explains why you’ve been hanging out here more lately.” he retorts, raising his finger in mock admonishment, his playful smirk betraying his teasing tone. “don’t think i haven’t noticed you, cause i have.”

“what are you? some security guard keeping records of the people who come to the gym?” you muse, meeting his gaze with a hint of amusement.

he leans in a bit closer, voice lowering conspiratorially. “well, maybe I've been keeping an eye out for someone who appreciates my... what should i call it? anime character potential?”

your heart skips a beat at his proximity, but you maintain your playful demeanor. "oh, is that what you're calling it now? i just needed a little inspiration and the confines of the art room weren’t doing it for me.” technically what you said is true, he doesn’t need to know that he’s actually the main reason your artist block has subsided.

his grin widens, a playful sparkle in his eyes. “inspiration, huh? well, i can guarantee you'll be entertained with me around.”

“you don’t need to keep me entertained, i do that already on my own.”

“oh yeah? by watching me?”

“you just want to fuel your ego, don’t you.”

“maybe a little.” his eyes smile, voice taking on a teasing lilt, "what else have you been sketching lately? any other anime characters i should know about?"

you laugh, a nervous pitter patter dancing in your chest at the prospect of sharing more of your work with him. these were your prized possessions after all. "oh, you know, just the usual. random doodles here and there."

he only beams at your response, leaning back slightly as if to better admire your reaction. "well, i’d love to see more of your usual sometime. maybe you could show me what else you've got hidden in that sketchbook of yours."

the invitation catches you off guard, and for a moment, you're at a loss for words. "uh, sure. yeah, maybe sometime," you stammer, mentally kicking yourself for not sounding more confident in front of him.

but before the conversation can continue, a shrill whistle cuts through the air, signaling the end of chenle’s supposed water break. he glances towards the court, a regretful expression flickering across his face. "looks like i’ve got to go," he says, pushing himself off the bleachers and standing up. "but hey, don't forget about our little art show-and-tell date, okay?”

hold on, did he just call it a date? "hey, wait a moment-" you try calling after him, yet he's already disappeared onto the court. that wasn’t anywhere close to a proper invitation, but your heart flutters at the thought nonetheless.

fine, you conclude to yourself — if it’s a date he wants, then you suppose you could spare some more time for him.

[bbyquokka]

not alone

pairing: seo changbin x gender neutral reader

genre: angst, comfort – MDNI

synopsis: it's getting bad again and changbin knows so he comforts you the best he can, reminding you that you're 'not alone'

warnings: mental health, general feeling of very low moods, established relationship, pet names, negative emotions, soft ending

words: 1.7k ~ (1762)

☆ m.list — ☆ you can also read it on my ao3

dont repost. dont translate. minors, ageless & default blogs; dni! feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

it's getting bad again.

your old habits are creeping up on you and as much as you don't want them to, you have no choice but to let them.

you look down at your digital sketch, hate, resentment and anger seeping from your pores. you hate it, you hate it so much you're tempted to erase it and start all over again.

you snap a quick picture, sending it to your friends in hopes that their words would help soothe your overbearing thoughts. when you see notifications pop up here and there, friends telling you how talented of an artist you are, it does soothe you–to some extent

however, that side is telling you differently. you know they mean well, you know their words are filled with love and that they truly mean what they say, but you can't help but feel like they pity you, just saying things you want to hear to make you feel better.

you don't want to hate your art. art is what you love most, finding inspiration from everything and anything. you tried one more time to fall in love with your current piece before giving up after you feel yourself getting angry at trying to fix the same wonky line.

“that's enough for today.” you mumble to yourself, leaning back in your chair. your phone pings, a message from changbin pops up. you press your lips together, placing your phone screen side down on the desk. “sorry binnie, not today.”

you chew on your bottom lip, the sound of your phone constantly vibrating causing you to get anxious as well as annoyed. letting out a hefty sigh, you pick up your phone to see that changbin has called you 4 times and left dozens of messages.

“I said, not today.” you grumble, throwing your phone on your bed. it lands with a soft bounce as you rub your face with your hands.

you gather the remainder of your energy to push yourself up off your seat. you drag your tired body to the kitchen, rummaging around in the cupboards in hopes to get some inspiration on what to eat. your mind runs on blanks, your mood dipping lower and lower.

you're tired. not psychically, mentally. you don't want to feel like this and you wouldn't wish it upon your worst enemy. at times like this it's easy for you to isolate yourself, stay locked up in your bedroom and sleep the days away–but a certain someone won't allow that to happen.

as you make your way to the bedroom to bury yourself under the blankets and watch some corny series, a knock at the door is brought to your attention. your brows furrow together, anxiety creeping its way up to the back of your throat.

who could that possibly be? you weren't expecting a delivery nor company. the thought of company drained you even more, if that was even possible.

you look through the peephole, sighing softly before opening the door to let in your boyfriend.

“why haven't you been returning my calls or messages?” he asks, looking at you as you close the door. 

you swallow, looking down as you play with the sleeves of your oversized hoodie. you chew your lip, guilt sinking in along with the tens of thousands negative emotions you're feeling right now.

he knows. you don’t have to say anything. he's observant. he softly sighs, wrapping his arms around your frame and pulling you into his broad chest.

“it's bad again, huh?” his voice is so soft, making your resolve crumble. you grip onto his clothing tightly, eyes squeezing shut as tears suddenly fall down your cheeks like a waterfall.

“hey, it's okay. binnie's here, binnie's got you.” he wraps his strong arms around you, rocking you side to side as his fingers comb through your hair slowly. he hushes you, kissing your head gently. the material of his own hoodie getting soaked in your tears and snot.

your uncontrollable sobs shake your body, uneven breathing as you choke on your saliva and tears.

“hey hey hey.” changbin pulls away for a split second to cup your cheeks in his hands. you look up at him, lashes wet, eyes red and puffy as your cheeks are stained. “breathe baby, remember to breathe”

you look at him, coping his motions and techniques. you breath in, count to ten before slowly letting out your breath. you feel your heart rate slow down, mind feeling somewhat calmer.

“well done, darling.” he whispers before pulling you back into his chest. you bury your face into his hoodie, clinging to him like a new born baby as you inhale his scent that helps calm you down.

“why didn't you call or text me, baby?” 

“i don't… i don't know, binnie.” you whisper, the same guilty feeling resuming and sinking in your stomach heavily.

“what have i told you in the past?” you look up at him with a sad pout, sniffling softly.

“t-to call you when i start feeling bad again…”

“mhm.” changbin hums, wiping away your tears and snot with the sleeve of his hoodie 

“a-are you mad at me, binnie…?” you whisper, swallowing. you hope he isn't however you wouldn't blame him if he was. you did promise him and you broke it, it'd be understandable if he was.

“no, i'm not mad, baby. why would I be?”

“because i promised and i broke it…”

“that doesn't matter, baby. what matters is that i'm here now and i'm going to care for you.” you nod slowly, pulling away from his grip as you take deep breaths

“first things first, get dressed.” you look at him with a blank expression on your face.

“why?” 

“we're going out.” you sigh deeply, shoulders slumping.

“binnie, i–”

“not asking, i'm telling and i won't take no as an answer. i'll give you 10 minutes and we're leaving, whether you're ready or not.” you nod once before dragging your body to the bedroom.

you settled on jeans and one of changbin's oversized sweaters, ruffling your hair to make it look better before walking back to him.

“ready?” 

“i guess.” you shrug.

“let's go then.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

changbin took you to an embankment next to a river. the sun is slowly setting, saying goodbye to the world before the moon and her children appear to light up the night sky.

you stare into the sunset, watching it slowly sink. the orange, yellow haze of the sky makes you feel warm, reminding you of summer. you wrap your arms around your knees, holding them close to you as a cold breeze suddenly hits.

“here.” changbin takes off the jacket he was wearing over his hoodie, placing it around your shoulders.

“thanks.” you weakly smile at him, before resting your chin on your hand.

“why didn't you call me, babe?” you shrug, swallowing a burning lump in your throat.

“because it's easier if i don't talk about it. it's not real that way.”

“but you shouldn't have to struggle with this alone, darling.”

“i-i know but i don't want to be a burden. it's bad enough i have to live with it. i don't want to push it onto others as well.”

“when we got together, what was the first thing i said to you?”

you clench your jaw, furiously blinking back tears as your bottom lip quivers. changbin smiles softly, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you close to his side.

“t-that i'm not alone.” your voice breaks, tears spilling down your cheeks.

“exactly. so you shouldn't suffer alone, babe. i'm always here for you just like everyone else around you because we care and treasure you!”

“but what if… what if you get sick of me and leave? what if i'm too much for you?”

“you'll never, ever be too much for me babe. you're stuck with me forever. life works in mysterious ways. sometimes it treats us well and sometimes it treats us like shit, that we cannot help. however–” he pauses, taking your hand in his gently. “–it's how we deal with the rough that makes a difference. sure, you can go back home, bury yourself in your duvet and isolate yourself from everyone, but what good will that do?”

“it doesn't. it just makes it worse..” 

“exactly. so why do it babe?”

“because i don't want you to hate me, binnie and i don't want to hate you either, but sometimes it's too loud up there that i project my negative feelings onto others which makes me hate and fall out of love with things and people.”

“then hate me because at least you're still here to hate.”

“b-binnie–” you look up at him, tears cascading down your cheeks. he wipes away your tears with his thumb before stroking your cheek.

“i know, deep down, that you don't hate me, that you love me more than anything. i know that babe. i want you with me, i want you by my side. there is only one of you on this earth, so treasure yourself like everyone else around you does.”

“but my feelings–”

“are valid. you're valid, babe. i know it gets loud up there but surround yourself with people who help lessen that burden, who silence the noise.”

“why do i feel like this, binnie…”

“because you're human, my love. you feeling things and emotions, whether they be good or bad, proves you're alive.”  

“why me..? why do you put up with this when you could just easily leave, find someone else and have an easier life.” you mumble, biting your lip gently. changbin sighs softly, cupping your cheeks in his hands.

you look in his eyes, suffocating with the amount of love his eyes hold for you. you place your hands on top of his, feeling your worries melt away. all the negativity and angst slowly washing away as you get lost in his eyes.

for the first time in a long time, you could feel your heart beating hard against your chest, threatening to break free. 

“because i don't love anyone else other than you. i treasure the good and the bad. you hurt, i hurt. i want to protect you, be a shoulder for you to lean on. till death do us part.”

you laugh softly, rolling your eyes at him.

“binnie, that's something you say when you're getting married to someone.”

“maybe i want to marry you.” changbin says, nonchalantly.

“d-dont play with my heart binnie.” you stutter, cheeks flushing pink at the thought.

“who says i'm joking?”

note: the last instalment of starry's treasure trove!

i wrote this a while ago as a way of comforting my friend. he gave me permission to post this in hopes others will find comfort in it as well ‹3

don’t forget to leave feedback, reblog and tell me what you think here. curious as to what is next? here is my wips list! i hope you all enjoy! ‹3

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[ane-doodles]

Eclipse Repair Mission!! (presentation)

Your vacation has just started, you are relaxing at home resting while having a cup of your favorite drink. Out of nowhere you hear the doorbell ring, who could it be at this hour?

When you open the door, you only see a box at the entrance, it has a label with the name of that amusement company of which you were a fan, but that a couple of years ago one of its most impressive complexes had been consumed by fire. Perhaps your friend who used to work there had sent you more salvaged merchandise, you were excited to think that they could be more clothes or toys of the curious daycare attendant that you liked to visit so much.

You lift the box and hear noises inside, you get scared and end up dropping it noisily. You hear more noises, like scratches and blows coming from the inside of the box... what joke was that silly friend of yours trying to play on you?

You carefully opened both lids of the box, only to find a pair of shimmering bright eyes fixed on you.

That was definitely not what you had in mind

..........

Phew! Finally, after several inconveniences, I have been able to introduce you to the introduction of this little game/comic.

Here are brief explanations:

• Have you seen those posts where it is necessary to reach a certain number of likes and reblogs to reach an update or second part? Well this is something similar

• I don't plan on setting exorbitant interaction goals because the reason for this is to have fun. But I would really appreciate if you share this little series of mine

• Each publication will have a specific dynamic. Sometimes they will be likes, other times comments, questions, polls, reblogs, etc...

• Decision making will affect the telling of the story, but not the ending.

• At a certain point you will be able to interact with Eclipse! wait for that moment and give him lots of pampering! (poor baby needs them)

• This series is a kind of storytelling mixed with illustrations and comics. Sometimes in sketches and on special occasions complete illustrations

• If you have ideas of situations for the story you can leave it here in the comments!

• Please be patient with me. I haven't written a fanfic in more than 10 years, and English is not my native language (actually I depend on a translator for my posts). Sometimes work and studies make me draw slow, but I plan to do weekly posts

• This series isn't going to be toooooo long, but I do plan on having a little fun with everyone.

And that would be the main thing! I'm so excited to share this little project with such a warm and welcoming community, I hope you enjoy it as much as I do!

As I said before, if you have ideas or suggestions you can leave them in the comments (or in my question box if you prefer to do it privately).

Btw if anyone is interested in a version of the cover image as a wallpaper (no text) let me know and I'll share it

See you soon new friend!✨

[gin-juice-tonic]

Number one advice is always that practice with references is your friend. But it also depends on what you use and how you use em.

For one thing- if you’re trying to draw people with more motion, it might help to try and practice referencing someone that’s also in motion. What I like to do is take a screenshot of tv shows/movies I’m watching when someone happens to strike a pose that I think would be fun to draw. And when I’m feeling bored (or if I can use them for something) I’ll go back and draw characters in those poses.  (I’ve mentioned before that I do this with columbo, and hes gonna be my examples lol).

Like, to me this picture feels like we’ve really caught this Stan in the middle of a conversation- because its based on a guy in the middle of an actual conversation.

There’s nothing wrong with practicing using things from pose websites or stock images for reference of course, but if you think your art looks too stiff it might be just because you’ve been looking at stuff that IS stiff. When you take from videos it is still deliberate posing but its going to have momentum and emotions behind it that will carry into your drawing. (Also, if you’re going to use YOU as a reference, take a video of yourself acting out a scene instead of just taking up one pose- then you’ll still have that motion)

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Now another thing is when you’ve got your reference, how are you drawing it? If you are slowly and meticulously copying the pose they’re in, that can also make things end up stiff. I like to sketch out the basics of what the pose looks like as fast as I can. Don’t erase anything, just go till youre done. And dont spend more than a few minutes on it.

This is the kinda thing I usually end up spitting out when I’m using a reference. Then I go over it again and make it all purty (...sometimes).

You can set a stopwatch for yourself  and practice with different pictures to help you learn to draw things out faster. I think I used to set mine for 2 minutes? (And dont cheat! When that stopwatch ends you either restart and try again or move on to a different picture.) Remember you’re just doing the sketch at first, not the actual finished drawing.

I think the method is called “gesture drawing” but I’m not 100% on that. But it’s worth looking into. You’ll be able to find people who can explain it better than I do, and give you more resources too.

And another thing you can do as a warm up or to get yourself used to loosening up is something called “blind contour drawing”. That’s where you draw using a reference, but don’t look at the paper/screen that you’re drawing on. The picture WILL obviously turn out ‘bad’ in the sense that it will look all mixed up, but it will help get you into a fun mind space.

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And lastly to take things in a different direction, one more thing you can do is play with poses from cartoons. Even if your style isnt cartoony- people who make cartoons are masters at making their drawings feel fluid! (Usually through fun exaggeration that you wont get from real people!)

So those are a few things that may or may not be helpful! And when youve got enough practice in you can translate this into your regular way of drawing.

Tldr practice by swiping frames from tv/movies, drawing them really fast and ugly, and then prettying them up after. And see if that helps you.

and also look into gesture drawing so someone smarter than me can tell you what to do!

[rayonsfeminins]

Importance of Visualization

A good start is to prepare yourself using visualization.

Visualization is a method of imagining a desired outcome or helping your imagination to conceive better ideas or solutions for your life.

Some people call this the law of attraction.

“What the mind can conceive and believe, it can achieve,” says Napoleon Hill,

And thoughts are things.

Before embarking on this method, ask yourself:

What do you want?

“The indispensable first step to getting the things you want out of life is this: decide what you want.”- Ben Stein

Try to translate that into visuals. Keep a journal or scrapbook of all the wonderful things you want to be or want. Use things as representations or symbols to remind yourself of what you want. These can serve as daily reminders and soon it will be ingrained in your subconscious, and it will steer you in the right direction.

People have been using this method for years.

Jim Carey and Tom Cruise both wrote a cheque to themselves and kept it in their wallets before making it big in Hollywood. One other successful businessman hung a small postcard of his favourite painting in apartment telling himself that he would own it one day. He did. The guy who started twitter started with a little sketch on how it would look and that did not look too different from what it is today.

Visualization is also a tool to educate yourself. The more you look at things you feel uncomfortable with today the sooner you will find yourself developing a comfortable familiarity.

How to visualize?

Use a scrapbook.

Change the wallpaper of your laptop, computer or phone.

Place a picture of what you’d like to be or a representation of what you want.

Keep a little picture in the photo compartment of your wallet or diary.

Change the images of your screen saver.

Hang up beautiful pictures.

Practice the same principles when it comes to buying things.

Ask yourself, does this item take me further away from the desired image of myself or brings me closer. This way, you’ll hold out for the thing you really want:

quality food, clothes, books etc. (there’s more about quality in a later chapter).

These methods will help you visualize the person you’d like to be. They will train your mind and steer you in the right direction.

Ginie Sayles, author of How to Win Pageants tells us about how she quickly adapted to the lifestyle of her rich husband.

“At that time when I met my husband, if I had not educated myself to his lifestyle through all things I’ve been through; met; there would have been such a gap of experience between us that we would have had little in common, little to talk about, much less to build a happy marriage upon.”

Many of us have our own images of elegance and the type of class we want to belong to. If we have not committed to who we want to be or what we want, it is time to etch out a clear vision and commit to it.

We owe it to ourselves to carve out that image clearly, so that we can direct our mind to conceive those things.

As Napoleon said, we first have to conceive that image before we can achieve it.

So get that diary out. Write down all the things you want to be. Imagine yourself the woman you want to be. Jot down your role models. Cut out as many pictures as you can that represent that vision. Make it as visual as possible. Refer to it daily and add to it frequently.

Fill in the blanks below to paint a clearer picture in your mind.

Design Your Life

Name:

Preferred name: (change your name if you have to get into your new persona!) It could be just a simple email address with your new name, or a secret blog.

Where you would like to live?

Where you would like to work?

Describe your ideal work situation.

Describe the ideal love of your life.

Describe the woman that would suit the person above:

How many children would you like to have.

What will be their names?

What will they be like?

(Give a very detailed description).

What kind of house would you live in?

How would you decorate?

What is each room like?

Describe the ideal routine you would like your life to be for every day of the week.

What hobbies would you like to pursue?

What kind of commitment do you think these hobbies need (to maintain them)?

Describe what would you wear every day.

Describe and add pictures of what you would wear at home, to bed, to travel, to a cocktail party, to a ball, to a wedding, to your wedding, to play sports (each individual sports), to go shopping, to go to lunch with the girls. Build a visual collection of a summer wardrobe, winter wardrobe and basically all the four seasons.

What would you wear if you were pregnant?

What are the skills or languages would you like to have acquired?

If you would have like to speak French fluently, put in a picture of the Eiffel Tower to represent your motivation to acquire that skill.

If you would like to master skiing, put the most attractive picture of a female skier in there.

Don’t forget to put your favourite quotes in your dream book.

This is what I call “authoring your life” by bringing your dreams into greater consciousness. No matter how long it takes for the actual fulfilment of dreams, you will progress much quicker than mere wishful thinking would allow you to!

“It’s never too late to become the person you might have been.” – George Elliot

Source: unknown

[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

Hi hi !!! I wanted to share a slasher au idea here because it didn't feel right posting on main

Slasher!Blackmore who spends his days pining for you while he chops meat in the family butcher shop. He's a little on the scrawny side, but he's got the finest cuts in town (cuts he sells to you at a discount price <3) He's got pretty hair and his tank is far too big on him (who's is it anyway? Surely a bigger brother's hand-me-down)

He's a little shy and doesn't speak up much around most people, but when he puts that mask on, he's like a whole different person, mercilessly slashing down anyone he deems unworthy to exist, most importantly the people he finds hitting on you, right in front of him in the store! And they say chivalry is dead.

Ohhh oh boy.

More headcannons for my favorite boy coming right up perhaps even a sketch later. Gonna set it in the 80's just to eliminate all the issues that phones can resolve lol.

Slasher Blackmore headcannons

Tw: gore

Blackmore had to take up the mantle of the family business after his older brother disappeared and is now the only one able to make money now. His mother has osteoporosis, meaning him and his brother had to learn how to take care of themselves from a young age.

He's a huge mother's boy, he makes her tea every morning and helps around the house whenever he can. He also scolds her lightly whenever he finds out she tried to anything even remotely laborious, afraid she'll hurt herself and it definitely translated to others he cares about.

The family business has been around for generations, started as a collaborative effort between his family and a local farm, the gave their older livestock to his family who would then sell the meat.

It was a bit tough starting but he's gotten used to it.

That's when he met you, you had just moved into town and were still trying to get used to the layout. You had wondered into the shop with a confused expression.

Usually he would only speak when someone initiated a conversation however he could tell you were clearly distressed.

"Hi... Is everything alright?" He asked. Mustering all the courage he could.

"I need some help, I just moved here and I'm still trying to navigate this town" you explained as you grabbed out a map from your bag and unfolded it out on the table.

"Could you tell me where the grocers are? I assumed they would be in the main strip here but it's not" you explained.

"Sure" he said before grabbing a pen and circling one of the nearby streets.

"There's a new supermarket there, we used to have a local grocer nearby but they shut down recently" he explained.

"Thank you so much" you thanked him, causing him to blush before looking at the display.

"Could I get around a pound of that gravy beef?" You asked. He flinched a little, surprised that you would choose to by from him rather then just by it from the supermarket you were already going to.

"Sure thing" he said as he rushed to grab a bag and gathered some of the meat and placed it on the scale. It displayed the cost as $12.67.

Yo grabbed out your wallet and looked through to find some coins. You muttered something about it.

"Twelve dollars will be fine" he told you.

"Are you sure?" you asked.

"Yes" he replied.

After that you became a regular, each time you'd talk and he'd give you a discount and slowly he developed a romantic intreast in you but struggled to find the courage or time to follow through.

One time you complained about a dull knife set you'd brought and he offered to sharpen them for you.

However it wasn't long before you heard stories of a local serial killer.

You asked him about it and he replied bluntly, telling you they had been around for the past three years and that as long as you were home before dark and had the doors locked you should be safe.

Little did you know that you were face to face with said serial killer

All his previous victims had been people who done some wrong against him or his mother. Like that local con man who'd tried to con his mother out of money claiming he had information about his brothers disappearance. His mother hadn't fallen for it but he saw what that man did as so deplorable that he stalked the man and murdered him in the dead of night.

At first he'd freaked out after what he'd done and what might happen but he reassure himself what he'd done was right.

Besides who would suspect him, the shy butcher who took care of his poor mother.

After a while he managed to perfectly disassociate himself from those acts.

Occasionally you would confide in him about what you had to put up with. Creepy work colleagues, random wolf whistles, annoying managers, etc.

It's a pretty small town so you'd describe a person or say a name and he'd know who it was.

Occasionally over the span of a couple of months from eachother those individuals are found dead.

It freaked you out but it was a very communal town so everyone chalked it up to the murderer being from out of town and no real vendetta on anyone.

Then one day you mentioned that you're dating one of local school teachers.

Surprisingly he keeps his cool. But once you leave he closes shop and makes his way home and goes to the shed in the back and sharpens his clever. After he finishes he gives it a swing. All that sharpening has removed it's weight which will mean he'll have to put more power into his swings.

Perhaps he'll buy a new clever after tonight.

He enters his room through the window and grabs his black winter coat as well as the hockey mask from his room and leaves when it gets dark.

Unfortunately he didn't know you were going over to this man's house for dinner.

You arrive around 9, a bit late for dinner but he had a lot of tests to grade so it made sense.

You knock a few times and get no response. You check the door and it's unlocked. So you let yourself in, he might still be busy you thought as you made your way to the kitchen to see items damaged and scattered all over the place.

Your heart pounded as you made your way over to the open oven to turn it off and you see a horrible site on the other end of the island counter.

There he was on the floor face down in a pool of blood, his hand had been cut off and thrown into the sink, the heavy ceramic dish that a potato gratin was in had been dropped on his head. Luckily the food obscured whatever his head looked like underneath.

You let out a scream but a gloved hand quickly covers your mouth while another wraps around your waist.

You trash in their grip and despite their strength you managed to free yourself and see who it was.

A man in a long, black winter coat and a hockey mask.

"Stay the hell away from me!" You screamed before you attempted to run away for them but the catch you easily.

Your trapped underneath them, struggling as they try to pin you down.

"Let me go!" You screamed as you flailed your hands at him. One hit of the mask breaks the old elastic that holds the side and caused it to fall. Dark blue eyes hazed by a craized expression. Strands of light blonde hair in their face. You knew who this was beyond a doubt but you couldn't believe it.

"Blackmore?!" You exclaimed in shock as your eyes widen. His eyes softened.

"(Y/n)... you weren't supposed to be here" he said in his usual tone.

"Why?! Why did you do this?!" You shouted and he covered your mouth again.

"Because I love you, I killed them all for you" he explained. You physically recoiled at his confession, he must have been the serial killer all along. You had been confiding your feelings to a serial killer this whole time.

"I wanted you to be happy... that why I killed all those men who kept harassing you... but when I found out about him I had to end it, the idea of you with someone else kills me" he confessed.

"I had to get rid of him for us" he told you as he began to tear up.

"I promise you I won't hurt you, just please... please love me back" he sobbed.

[woafofbread]

Hey so I noticed it has been a while since you updated the klance hanahaki comic. Are you planning on continuing it? Because I really like it and I wanna know what happens.

I'm so sorry it's been literal years and I'm going to use this ask to dump all the sketches I did cuz I really did have a lot of the parts planned out but I didn't have the motivation to line and color everything.

And sorry to anon if you don’t like klance anymore I know some people had conflicted feelings about them they would rather not be brought up again. Feel free to ignore this if that’s the case. 

So here were all the pages I got done.

The scene below takes place before page 7 so it is Keith's first time coughing up flowers and the time where Hunk finds the flowers in the trash comes later. 

 Here is my translation because my handwriting is terrible

I made the lines of dialogue split up so if a person talks and keeps talking into the next panel I wrote their name again for the next line of dialogue if that makes sense. 

Page 1:

Keith(internally): What am I doing here? (as he sits at Lance's family dinner table)

Lance: Pass the peas por favor

Veronica: So Keith, I'm not sure if I've told you but you are somewhat of a legend in the McClain household.

Keith: Really? Why?

Page 2:

Veronica: Lance talks about you all the time ever since you both went to the Garrison. It's crazy we haven't had you over cause it's kind of a family tradition.

Veronica: To bring significant others over. 

Lance: What? No! *slams table*

*Lance’s family members in the background nodding their heads*

Veronica: C’mon Lance just admit it. 

Lance: How many times do I have to tell you Keith is just a friend?

Page 3:

Keith: Sorry Veronica. Lance is right. 

Keith: Lance wouldn’t date me if I was the last person in space. 

Keith: Now if you’ll excuse me-

Keith: Where’s the bathroom? 

Veronica: It’s over there to your right. 

Page 4:

(Keith in the bathroom)

Keith: After all these years why do I feel like this? 

Keith: *cough*

Keith: What the? *sees flowers in the sink* 

And you can ignore the last frame because I didn’t want to use it. But it’s basically Keith’s monologue about the situation. Here’s my best translation. 

Keith: I accepted a long time ago that Lance wouldn’t love me but I still have feelings for him. You know how lance is. If he found out he would try to love me back for my sake and I don’t want him to do that. If I forget him then he won't have me to be there for him. He was there for me and I have to return the favor. That’s why I can’t do- (and that’s all I wrote) 

This next scene comes after page 9 and Shiro confronts Keith about the flowers

The group scenes here were something I was pretty intimidated to draw so a lot of them are just circles. 

Page 1: 

Shiro: Are you feeling okay Keith?

Keith: Uh yeah I’m fine 

Shiro: I know when you’re not fine Keith. I think it would be a good idea for you to stay away from Lance while we figure this out.  

Keith: Shiro! He’s my friend you can’t just tell me to avoid him!

Shiro: I’m telling you for your safety. I’m sure Lance would want you to be safe too. 

Page 2:

Keith: Fine

Shiro: Don’t worry, it’s just until we sort this out. 

Keith: Yeah okay. 

(Shiro tells him to stay away from Lance because he knows that if Lance finds out and doesn’t feel the same Keith will die. Also any time Keith feels rejected by Lance the flowers will get worse. And if Shiro tells Lance to stay away he’ll ask questions and he would most likely do something impulsive.) 

Next scene: (It’s a group scene ironically with Lance in it so Keith tries to stay away but it doesn’t work so well)

Lance: Hey Keith!

Keith(shortly): Hey Lance. *avoiding eye contact*

Lance: Uh okay then... Do you know what today’s meeting is about?

Shiro: It’s about Keith’s condition. 

(Inserted from other page) Lance: So Keithy’s in love with somebody after all. 

Keith: Shut it. 

Shiro: We need to find a way to remove the plants and we need help from all of you to do it. 

Page 3: 

Shiro: Pidge you’re in charge of finding a way to safely remove the flowers. 

Pidge: Got it. 

Shiro: Hunk you’re in charge of making sure Keith gets plenty of rest. 

Hunk: Got it!

Keith: I don’t need a babysitter Shiro. 

Lance: What about me Shiro?

Shiro: Oh uh Lance you’re-

Keith: In charge of staying as far away from me as possible. 

Lance: *wtf Keith* 

Shiro: No you’ll be in charge of getting the supplies Pidge needs. You’ll be with me. 

End Scene

(Keith might seem a little mean in this scene but it’s mostly cause he’s salty he was just told to avoid lance and then Shiro calls a team meeting to tell everyone his condition with Lance there. He doesn’t want Lance to find out so he acts cold towards him kind of like how they were in season ones but Lance is confused because he though their relationship was better. And Kieth’s coldness affects Lance’s perspective later in the story.) 

So moving forward things might seem a little disjointed because I hadn’t figured out how to get each scene to flow into each other. I just had a bunch of scenes and wasn’t sure how they would fit. It was a big part of why I hadn’t posted the story. I’ll try my best to piece them together in a way that fits.

This next scene is brief but Lance basically runs into Keith in the hallway. 

Page 1: 

Lance: Keith?

Lance: You alright? 

Keith: Yeah I’m- *almost faints and falls into Lance’s arms*

Keith: I’m fine I’m fine

Lance: Yeah clearly you’re not. I’m taking you to the med bay. 

Keith: *starts aggressively coughing up flowers*

Page 2:

Lance: Keith! Are you okay? (I cut it out because its repetitive and I think they were meant to be two different scenes but I combined them) 

Keith: *Shoves Lance away* 

Lance: Keith what-

Keith: Lance I need you to leave me alone for a while. 

Keith: *Leaves* and leaves a very worried Lance behind. 

End Scene

After Lance see Keith in so much pain Lance wants to find the one who is causing it. Also Lance wants to know who Keith fell for in general. Hence this next scene. 

Page 1: 

Lance: I’ve decided! I’m gonna find out who Keith likes.

Pidge: And you’re telling me this why, Lance?

Lance: Because you’re the only one around Pidge. You should know this by now. 

Pidge: Now I see why I didn’t miss living with you. (I should probably mention this is post season 8 and they are back traveling together in space for the most part other than the visit to earth. They come and go as they please and still go on missions together :D )

Pidge: Why do you care so much anyways??

Lance: It’s just really surprising that Keith’s in love with anyone. He’s not a really lovey-dovey guy so I want to find out who won his heart you know?

Lance: *starts to leave the room*

Pidge (under her breath): Lance we both know why you really want to know so much. 

End scene 

And I really don’t remember how Lance’s “yeah I know” fits into the conversation. It could have in response to Pidge’s comment about why he wants to know but I’m not sure so interpret it how you like. 

Page 2: 

Lance(Alone in his bedroom holding one of Keith's  hanahaki petals in his hand): Is it selfish to wish that it was me? 

(Little does Lance know...)

This scene is Pidge the next day doing her part in the mission to save Keith- observing the petals that Keith coughed out

I put in stars because I changed the dialogue around after I decided to add a scene with Shiro telling Keith to stay away and I wanted it to be before this scene. So I will just write what I meant to change the dialogue to.

Pidge: This petal is definitely from the spores you breathed in.

Keith: What have you got Pidge?

Pidge: It looks like the petals flowers have taken root in your lungs and are growing. (she would have taken some sort of x-ray to be able to see that)

Keith: How do I make them stop?

Pidge: The best way would be to avoid whoever is causing one sided love for you so Lance.

(I wanted to add Keith being slightly surprised that she knew here)

Keith: Shiro already told me to do that. It’s still gotten worse and Lance has started to notice.

Pidge: You could just confess to him.

Keith: *no response*

Pidge: Yeah figured as much. Well then you’re gonna have to wait until I find a safe way to remove them then. 

Keith: I’m counting on you Pidge. 

Pidge: Don’t worry, I’m the one who put you in this mess and I’ll be the one to get you out. 

(Pidge feels guilty for know knowing that the flower was this dangerous and is doing her best to help fix her mistake.)

Meanwhile the next scene is Shiro and Lance on their mission on a plant filled planet to find some plants that might work as a cure to Keith's hanahaki. 

Lance: Shiro, can I ask you something? 

Shiro: Of course Lance what is it?

Lance: It’s just that Keith has been really distant towards me lately. 

Shiro(internally): Shoot he noticed. 

Lance: I don’t know if I did something wrong or if he’s just stressed or-

Shiro: Lance if there’s one thing I’ve learned from knowing Keith all these years it’s that you can’t read Keith’s mind when somethings bothering him. 

Shiro: If you think you did something wrong then just apologize first. He’s probably not even mad at you to begin with. Things will work out. 

Lance: Thanks Shiro. 

Shiro: No problem Lance. 

End Scene

Meanwhile Back on the ship Hunk and Keith chat. 

Hunk: It’s Lance isn’t it? 

Keith: Hunk I swear to god if you tell him-

Hunk: I won’t dude don’t worry.

Keith: How did you know?

Hunk: Process of elimination mostly. And you don’t seem like the type to fall in love with a random alien. You’d have to be close to them. 

Hunk: And I know you really care about him so...

Keith: I do.

End Scene

 Lance is back from the mission and Keith really tries his best to avoid Lance but he is persistent. And he takes Shiro’s advice to heart. 

Page 1: 

Lance runs into Keith in the hallway and they stare at each other for a moment and then Keith tries to run away. 

Lance: Keith, wait!

Lance: You can’t hide from me this time mullet. 

Page 2: 

Lance: I figured out why you’re avoiding me. 

Keith: And why’s that Lance?

Lance: It’s because I’m the one who made the pollen spring up into your face. 

Keith: Why would you think that?

Lance: You're not denying it. 

Lance: Seriously, listen Keith, I’m really sorry. It was stupid of me and I didn’t do it intentionally. 

Keith: You’re not stupid Lance. 

Keith: And I promise this isn’t your fault. It’s just something I need to work out on my own. 

Keith(gets up): Thanks for worrying though. 

Keith: Bye Lance.

Lance: Yeah... See ya. 

Lance: I really hope everything's okay. 

Keith(in the other room): *coughing up flowers*

End Scene

After this conversation the Hanahaki will start to get worse. 

Now we get to Hunk carrying out his mission- making sure Keith is okay.

Keith: What do you want Hunk?

Hunk: To talk. 

Keith: I care about Lance so much I can barely share the same room with him. Not really a topic I want to talk about. 

Hunk: Fine then. 

Hunk: I’ll be here to listen.

Keith: Thanks Hunk.

Hunk: No problem buddy. 

End scene

I really liked Keith and Hunks friendship in season 7 and I feel it is very underrated and not talked about. 

This scene comes a bit later as the hanahaki continues to progress. And Keith takes up Hunk’s offer to talk. 

The first two drawings are not included in this scene (this page was one of the first things I had drawn for this story idea) but they say:

Keith: There’s nothing you can do to help me Lance. 

Keith(internally): It’s not like you could every feel the same way about me. 

Scene with Hunk start

Hunk: Why don’t you just confess to him? 

Keith: For the same reason I try to comfort him about Allura. I want him to be happy. Either way I know he’ll never feel the same way about me. 

End scene

This scene is after Pidge checks up on how the flowers are and sees they have gotten much worse. Pidge confronts Keith but he is stubborn. 

Page 1:

Pidge: If you don’t get those flowers out at the rate they’re growing you're going to suffocate on them within the week. 

Keith: well then it’s a good thing I have you as my doctor right?

Pidge: Keith this isn't some joke! Your life is at stake! 

Page 2:

Pidge: You have to confess to him. 

Keith: I can’t do that. 

Pidge: Why not?

Keith: ...

Pidge: Are you seriously saying you’d rather die than tell him you’ve been crushing on him since we first got out into space?!

Keith: Guess I am. *Leaves* 

End Scene

(I tried to have Keith showing his self sacrificing tendencies here. :/ )

This next scene leads up to the ending and it its probably the longest. Pidge’s research did not amount to anything and the flowers are worsening at a rate that she can not come up with a cure in time. Keith is in very bad condition and starts coughing up blood along with his flowers. 

Page 1: 

Keith(under his breath): God I feel awful. 

Lance: Hey Keith I see you’ve finally come out of your cave. 

Lance: Keith you alright buddy?

Keith: *starts falling unconscious*

Lance: Keith!

Page 2: 

(cut to Keith in Hospital bed) 

Lance: I can’t believe this. 

(Lance and Hunk talk to each other in the hallway outside his room) 

Lance: He’s probably been suffering all this time and didn’t even bother to tell us. 

Lance: He should know that he doesn’t have to do everything by himself! Whoever is doing this to Keith is going to have hell to pay. 

Hunk: Good luck in hell then buddy. 

Hunk(internally): Sh*t I should not have said that. 

Page 3: 

Lance: Hunk.... what do you mean by that?

Hunk: Keith made me swear not to tell you but given that he’s on his deathbed, and you're the only person that can save him I guess there’s no point in keeping it from you. 

Hunk: Keith is in love with you. 

Lance: *runs off* 

Hunk: Lance!

Page 4: 

Lance(next to asleep Keith in his hospital bed): Keith. Don’t you dare leave me. 

Keith: *starts stirring*

Lance: Keith!

Keith: Lance? What’s wrong?

Lance: Why didn’t you tell me?

Keith: What are you talking about? 

Lance: About how you have feelings for me.

Keith: How did- 

Keith: *turns and glares at Hunk*

Hunk: Sorry bro

Page 5: 

Lance: Well?!

Keith: ...I know assumed you’re straight so you didn’t need to know.

Keith: I knew you’d try and force it to save me. 

Lance: Keith. 

Lance: *kisses him* (with bad kissing drawing imo)

Lance: What made you think I wouldn’t like you back?

Page 6: 

Keith: I love you. 

Page 7: 

Keith: Looks like I’m healed. 

Lance: Oh thank god. 

Lance: Love you mullet. 

Keith: Love you too. 

End Scene

Here’s a doddle of them being happy after all that angst. 

Lance: I can’t believe it took me this long to braid your hair. 

Keith: You never asked. 

And that’s the whole story! I have some other klance comics in my sketches that I've never posted but they are not as in depth as fleshed out as this one was. I always wanted to finish it but this will have to do. I wanted to include more scenes with Lance to make it clear that he felt the same way about Keith but I feel like the scene with the petal makes that clear enough for now. 

I’ve always looked up to klance artists like ikimaru and binart and erithel for having such amazing klance comics and they are still making Klance comics to to this day! I highly recommend all their works. I always wanted to have a perfect finished product of this comic but I have many other comics I want to work on now. I still love Klance though that’s for sure. I still doodle them every once and a while. 

And here’s a current sketch I did at 2 am after writing most of this post. 

Lance: Remember when you almost died because you were too scared to confess to me? 

Keith: *sigh* You’re never gonna let me live that down are you? 

Lance: Never ❤

[kathrynalicemc]

A/N: Behold! The next chapter finally after like 3 months oops. There shouldn’t be any more hiatuses until the end of the series as it should end before summer break ends. Unsure if I’ll do weekly or every second week. Also this is a fun date because June 1st was the day Iolanthe left to go on her expedition! This one is short but the next chapters in succession are JUICY!

Warnings: None

Characters: Dafne Arcano, Iolanthe Arcano, Elidon Greyloc, Eli Cairncross @cursebreakerfarrier, Rex Brokenshire, Asa Brokenshire, Zelda Cairncross, Leo Cairncross, Agnes Malinda, and Irene Quinn @gaygryffindorgal

Song: All is Found - Frozen

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Chapter 4: The Expedition of 1928

Dafne laid with her back up against the log wall in a pile of furs and blankets. They had been given a place to sleep on the floor near the fire and the rest of her group laid beside her as they tried to sleep.

Dafne, however, couldn’t sleep. Stubbornness and rage quietly boiled within her. There was no way she was going to let Rikke stop them after they’ve come so far.

Additionally, one thing still troubled her. The lack of information in Iolanthes journal made no sense. She absentmindedly flipped through the pages of the journal as the firelight flickered across the room.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to her. Producing her wand from her bag, she gently tapped it against the pages.

“Revelio”

Starting from the tip of her wand and spreading outwards, black elegant writing faded into existence. It had no chronologically dated heading and was less formal than the earlier entries.

Dafne gasped softly and then smiled. Of course something as simple as a revelio charm was all that was hiding the rest of the journal. With a family like theirs, not many people would think of using magic. The Arcanos tended to be more viking than wizard nowadays.

If you are reading this, I hope these words have been found by someone worthy to continue my journey. The truth about the Expedition of 1928 is that we did find the Lost City of Valhalla. However, on the first day of our arrival we were met with a small cabin upon the mountainside. The only inhabitant was a woman who introduced herself as Ran Ymir.

Obviously, this woman is all that is left of the mysterious missing third family that originated with the Arcano and Varangr families. She explained to us that her duty was to guard the city and never unseal it. This, of course, led to a very big argument with both parties. Ran was very insistent and refused us at every turn. However, she did relent and allowed us to explore and record everything about the front gates.

If only everyone could see what we did. History about centuries past was right before our eyes! All I could think about was how I touched carvings that were once carved and touched by someone else who lived in ages past. Oh the stories they could tell!

We spent the next week studying the ruins carved around the sealed door. Eli, Rex, Asa, Zelda, and Leo particularly enjoyed themselves as they translated runes (with my help of course) and recorded sketches in their own journals.

Irene and Agnes had their sights set elsewhere, however. They took it upon themselves to continue the fight with Ran. Being an investigator and a journalist, they used all their wiles and charm to try to persuade her. When that failed, they started to return to arguments and shouting, which I then had to smooth over.

As for myself, I spent the week trying every enchantment and counter charm I could think of to try to break the seal on the door myself. When all of them inevitably failed, I even resorted to spell creation and experimentation. I’ve had my fair experience in spell crafting. It can often turn dangerous for those who don’t know what they are doing. I threw everything I had at it and it still wouldn’t budge. What I wouldn’t give to meet these ancient viking wizards who could conjure up such magic powerful enough to defeat me, the youngest Magiens Mester in history. Even Elidon, my Second in Command, couldn’t affect it with his magic. Although, I suspect his heart wasn’t in it as I noticed he was quite taken by Ran. She too also must have felt the same as I often caught her looking his way. Our failure just drives me more to want to enter the city. Imagine the knowledge we could gain if only we could access their library.

Eventually, we reached a point that we could no longer gain any more useful information from the front gates or from Ran Ymir. With a sad heart, I decided to call it. I am regretful that I couldn’t give my team any more secrets to explore and uncover, as I promised them.

Before we left, Ran pulled me aside and pleaded with me to promise to not reveal this discovery to the public. Everything we wrote about had to be hidden and put away, never to see the light of day. I argued against it, but ultimately we didn’t find anything of worth. Failing in finding a mythical city would sound better than finding it and failing to open a simple door. Thus, I forbade the entire team from publishing anything we had found. Agnes and Irene argued heavily against this, but eventually agreed that our discovery was sparse anyway. I felt bad about dragging my team across Norway for a month and having them return with nothing so I paid them all double of what was promised.

And so, the Expedition of 1928 concluded. We boarded the Empyrean and took off once again into the sky and returned home. I have no doubt that I will think about that city for the rest of my life. I will never stop experimenting with counterspells so that one day I can return and reclaim what was once ours.

I now speak directly to whomever reads this journal. If you have the drive to seek out this journal and the city, I wish you luck. I doubt that I will be living, but I hope that I am. I hope to see the day that someone can take up my legacy and succeed where I did not. Our ancestors are smiling down at us and their stories deserve to be told.

Yours in time,

Iolanthe Arcano, Magiens Mester

Her elegant looping signature marked the end of the message. Dafne trailed her finger along the long written ink stained page that held her signature. She had never met her great great grandmother Iolanthe, although she was alive briefly when Dafne herself was just a baby. It occurred to her then that her uncle Kaari must have known her, and maybe even heard some of her stories. Passing stories down from ancestor to ancestor was a beloved practice of her family.

Flipping through the rest of the pages, she frantically searched for anything else from Iolanthe that could help her. There were no more words, however the rest of the journal was filled with rough sketches of carvings, translations of runes, and magical alchemical formulas of spell creation.

Dafne looked up from her journal and stared into the dancing flames within the hearth across the room and wondered what stories she would eventually tell her descendants.

[sparkpelt111]

Quest for Santa Perla

Soooooooo, I had to write a short story for one of my classes and my brain was like, what if you tell your own tale about that one statue in Pix's empire, then was like, hey, why don't you post it, and now we're here. Just to let you know, this has been edited from the original draft used for school and will probably have grammar/spelling mistakes. Yes, I know this isn't canon, or very accurate for that matter. I just wrote it. So, uh, enjoy?

...

They had all told me it was impossible, that She was only a legend. The Tomb of Santa Perla never existed. If only they could see me now.

I was studying my maps after a long day of trekking through the Northern Savannah, which history claims used to be a bountiful land of great fields of wheat. Rows of a multitude of crops used to thrive here, but something happened and all that has turned to dust. Legend says the land died with its grandest queen, who, after death, became a goddess of, well, everything it seems. Some say She’s the goddess of the crops, some say She’s the goddess of sunflowers, some that She’s the goddess of life itself. Yet others say She represents death, or the light after death. I've even heard someone claim She's the Goddess of Battle. No one can know for sure. 

I was out here trying to find Her tomb, which could hold the answers we’ve been looking for. My guide was named Sausage, a deeply devoted follower of Saint Perla, despite Her not being worshiped for hundreds of years. He knew the stories of Her better than everyone, and knew the Savannah better than anyone I knew. Using his information, with cross references from books, I had marked out a general location of where She could be, if She existed, that is. But a find like this would cement my name in history as one of the greatest archeologists ever recorded, so I had to keep going.

I had immersed myself in my books, trying to scavenge for a bit more information, when I came across a jewel of information I had not noticed before. It noted that Her tomb was placed under a grand statue of Her made from gold and clay.

“Sausage, can you come over here for a minute?” I called out from inside the tent.

The door flap opened and I saw the friendly face of my guide.

“What’s up Pix?”

“I need to know something. Do you know anything about a giant statue out here?”

He looked thoughtful for a minute, stroking his short beard.

“Some people claim to see a strange rock formation in about the same direction we’re headed. It might be the remains of a statue, but I’ve never seen it, so I can’t confirm.”

“Thank you for telling me. I found something that says it might be the marker of Her tomb.”

He nodded and said, “Okay, tomorrow we’ll keep going in that direction. Night”

“G’night.”

… 

As we crested the hill, a bright glimmer caught my eye. I pulled out my spy glass and peered through. It was a rock formation with a slightly green hue, with veins of what appeared to be gold. My heart leapt with joy as I handed it to Sausage. 

He gasped and said, “Santa Perla! We’ve found Her!”

We ran down to the remains of the statue. I held up a rough sketch I had found on a previous excavation for Santa Perla and compared it to the rubble. The green in the rocks, though faded, matched the hue of Her dress, remnants of what may have been a crown was laced with gold and faded patches of yellow clay that matched her crown of sunflowers.

We circled what was left of the pedestal, looking for maybe an entrance, or a sealed opening. We found a rusty plaque in some forgotten language probably explaining the statue, but I, unfortunately, couldn't translate it on the short timeline we had. That’s when Sausage had the brilliant idea of removing the plaque. We pried it off and found a musty tunnel. I lit one of my torches and we entered. 

We traveled for a bit before coming across a large cavern. Inside was a large mural of the goddess, painted with Her sunflowers, wheat, and, strangely, a large, wolf-like dog. I pulled out my sketchbook and quickly sketched it.

“Over here,” said Sausage in a reverent whisper.

I walked to him and saw a marble tomb, on the lid an engraving of the queen bearing Her sword and a bit of grain in Her arms. I gave the lid a strong push and moved it away. In it there was, nothing. Wait, there was something there. A book. I picked it up and was amazed to see there wasn’t even a flake of dust. Nothing had decomposed in this tomb, that I could tell. 

I opened the book and saw it was full of drawings and stories, from times past that Santa Perla herself had written involving all the other empires and their rulers during her time.

“The answers you seek are in there,” came a woman’s voice behind us.

John and I spun around, and I accidentally dropped the torch, but its light was not needed.

A tall, majestic woman stood before us, dressed in green and sunflowers. Light like the sun radiated from her, her hair flowing without a wind, a mighty sword at her side.

 John instantly dropped to his knees, whispering things I suspect were praises under his breath.

“Your, your Her? Aren’t you?” I asked, taking this being in as well as I could. After all, seeing a goddess is hard to comprehend.

The being nodded. “I am indeed Queen Pearl of Gilded Helianthia. I was burnt to death after the Rapture, where many of my fellow rulers also died or disappeared. Unlike most of them, I was allowed to ascend to godhood. After my death, my kingdom withered away, the ground losing its nutrients, the water disappearing, leaving the land you’ve seen. In that book, any answers you may need may be found.”

After this, She faded away, leaving Sausage and I in silence.

…

“Friends, enemies. Believers or not. I have indeed found the Tomb of Santa Perla. In it, I found a book written by Her own hand, detailing stories, legends, and history unknown to us for centuries. The goddess visited my friend and I, telling us all that we needed to know then. Now, you may be wanting me to tell you where She is, but a place as sacred as that should not be known to man. I, and my friend and guide, John, will take this knowledge to the grave. Call me a liar, a fool, whatever. A place like that should be kept hidden from mankind, for fear of disrupting the sacredness it holds.”

Welp, there you go. Hope you enjoyed. Please leave feedback in comments if you have any. Have a good rest of your day/night!

[choysum]

you know you’ve been here before. you know you’d do it again.

people do this all the time. we like to hear each other’s thoughts. tell me what you believe in, is it what I believe in? are we the same? let’s sit here with a stick and draw out for each other all the lines that make up how your being is separate from mine, how your living is not my own. tell me what to love. let me disagree. I bite gently, most of the time.

I don’t know how people do this. it’s all departing trains, right? forever on and off and left at the station, balancing on in-between platforms and wondering how long you’ll have to hold this place.

come, build with me. let’s sketch out a room for you and I to sit in. (I know, I know, a room cannot hold all this, not a girl not a voice not a void not a god, not a single letter. the stroke of your pen for a comma and the pillars would come crumbling- but let’s build it anyway.) we should have a green couch. if not a carpeted floor, then at least a rug, let me have someplace soft to lay. we’ll hang that glass thing by the window, I can’t tell you what it is but the things it does to the light are the things you do to language translated into color. see yourself, catching on my sleeve? what else do you bring for our space?

they are building up in the ceiling. I can hear them muttering among themselves when it is very late at night, repeating and asking and telling. every audio note you do not send crowds over my head, and it’s like a birthday party where someone tugs a string and they all come cascading down at once. then I wake up in the lack of the cacophony and I read your letter and you are saying rather than rather than and I bite back rather than. it is a shame, that I have so often been such a gentle thing where I have wished to be a ferocious one. I love like an alley cat, demanding and skeletal, but I can wear the coat well of domesticity. I’ll be the thing that is held if I can also be the thing that is kept.

we could do it, couldn’t we, find a place for the voice notes. sit in the dusk at the sleepover that never began and listen. if I knew morse code I would tap it all out to you, you would feel my fingers at your wrist running antithetical to your pulse just to deliver a sentence.

(- in our neighbor timeline, we met over lex, of all things. it was small and ordinary, how many stories are there of people meeting over dating apps? and we just kept going out, I guess, and getting closer, and it was all so perfectly regular, we could have been anyone. what a relief that was.

people do this all the time.)

i think i've loved you before back when we were dinosaurs i want to stay in love in this life and the next one i think we've already met somewhere on another planet i loved you before !!!!

if my beliefs are not so different to yours im sure i could morph them almost efortlessly to whatever you'd prefer. would i really? maybe. perhaps that's not the best. i swear i'm staunch with my morals except for when i need someone to want me back. the life lines of how you and a pet differ; you and a childhood neighbor; you and your first best friend. i'm sorry, you're right, we don't have to think about that now.

departing trains and trains are angels aren't they? how do we live through so many varied goodbyes, i can't keep doing this, i can't continue with this (keeps going on and on and on, things fall apart and the centre cannot hold but it does, it DOES, because there is no other option). this is all so fucking pretentious but i will keep going, monkey at a typewriter 2023: an earnest odyssey. i will never be a poet but i will try say enough to make my friends feel loved (if i wake up at 6.59 and tell you i love you i will have done enough with my day and killed noone in the process)

green couches and fractals of kaleidoscopic language dancing up and along the walls and i promise there is space for an alley cat here, too. i could want you however you want to be, this unconsciously melding into the rest of our lives

i actually do have lex! just reinstalled it after a few months, completely just because of this i wonder what settings i'd need to change for you to find me. what a relief that would be

[fallen-stellar]

Beat by beat, a little bit up!

A little bit UP!! by Switch Song Analysis

Lyric Translation from Mia (@/nenosuns on twt!)

Overview: A little bit UP!! is a song about cheering someone up "bit by bit" (beat by beat). To see the magic of Switch ~☆ click read more!

Note: This is an analysis purely from the English lyrics, if there are some easter eggs or much more profound meaning in the Japanese original of the song, I am sorry if I didn't notice it or know it. You could point it out! Discussion of this analysis is super welcomed! I love talking about a song's meaning/interpretation, especially since it's different for everyone!

To understand the song much clearer, let's dissect what story Switch is trying to tell us.

Your heart beats with a thump and you yawn lazily Oh hey, let’s not let today end on a boring note NO NO Just a moment

Our story starts with a persona that the Switch is talking to. The song takes a conversation-type between Switch themselves and the listener or whoever persona you interpret this song with, which is common in Switch songs. The first stanza tells us that this persona is tired of life. This will be clearer as we go.

Close your eyes And sketch it to your liking Just like you used to do when you were little

Switch tells the persona to sleep and enter a dream. With them saying to this persona it was like they used to do when they're little, it means that the persona might be probably older and experiencing (insert every adult/teen problem here).

Let’s be as greedy as you want and coordinate what you wanna do C’mon, just be unbelievably yourself 1000% In the dream, your best cute smile marks the place It’s okay even if you fail to find it ‘Cause for you For us It’ll be our little secret in the dream

This is where it is explained what Switch's relationship with said persona. As a group of magician, they are helping them to "sketch" the dream they want to them.

When you wake up tomorrow Even if you don’t remember it You’ll somehow feel different And no one will know the reason

After the said persona had dreamed, when they wake up, they will never remember anything that happened between them and the Switch in the dream. However, they will feel different.

So, now you know the story, let's dissect every line that I want to focus on and how it became a song about cheering up someone "bit by bit".

Your heart beats with a thump and you yawn lazily Oh hey, let’s not let today end on a boring note NO NO Just a moment What was crushed can be restored If you ever feel like giving up and turning off the daylight in your life

Based on the lines, we could say that the persona is crushed by the problems of life, tired of existing, and just overall depressed. This is further supported by the line:

I don’t care if there’s a difference between being tough and being smart What matters is that you don’t look like you’re having fun at all

They are at the deepest bottom of their life while Switch managed to get them to smile at the end, it was hard getting there as the persona was heavily sad, depressed even. It's further heart breaking especially they recounted the persona's youth, pushing the idea that Switch had been with them since they were a child, and they were much more different before:

Close your eyes And sketch it to your liking Just like you used to do when you were little

It's heavily supported by how the song has Lesson 1-3 in the lyrics and there are a lot of lines that say "Tomorrow we'll make it much more exciting/better", these are said lines:

Lesson 1 You can also use a bit of magic And when tomorrow comes Let’s make it even more exciting! Tomorrow we’ll give our Best Step! Lesson 2, we want to make you happy I’ve come to see you! Lesson 3 The end of a dream is not necessarily a bad thing And when tomorrow comes Let’s make it even more exciting!

There's a whole stanza about how it was getting already awkward for Switch since nothing seems to be working:

Ah, if we keep it this way It’ll become an awkward loop

This is where the comforting/cheering up someone bit-by-bit (or beat-by-beat, in this case, since it's a song) comes into place. We haven't talked about how Switch is trying to cheer them, which is vaguely explained in the chorus:

Let’s be as greedy as you want and coordinate what you wanna do C’mon, just be unbelievably yourself 1000% In the dream, your best cute smile marks the place It’s okay even if you fail to find it ‘Cause for you For us It’ll be our little secret in the dream If you thoroughly produce this in your own selfish way I’m 1000% sure you’ll be able to see a brand new light You got to be as greedy as you want and coordinate what you wanna do I 1000% can’t believe it, you’re just being yourself now If you thoroughly produced this in your own selfish way I’m 1000% sure you’ll feel your crushed heart being reborn

It's implied here that Switch is helping them to make a dream world they are comfortable with. To produce something that they shouldn't think of anyone else other than themselves, the things they want, the things that could make them happy. Switch is encouraging the persona to be themselves in the dream, even going as far as being 1000%, meaning more than they are showing in real life (we already went on how Switch knows them more because they have been the persona's "magicians" since childhood). Switch is letting the persona's be their playground of their wants and desires.

It is reminded repeatedly that it's the Switch's want and mission to make this persona happy:

In the name of all the magicians Lesson 2, we want to make you happy I’ve come to see you! This is the magic of meeting you in the dream

And they want the persona to rely on them when things get too complicated when life gets hard when things seem to be hopeless. They want this persona to come back in their dreams and have the happiness they want there. Because there, they will always find comfort and happiness that the persona is missing in their life.

Try saying it as if you were me The words will always reach your heart If you ever feel like giving up and turning off the daylight in your life

And as I said earlier, Switch never stops doing it. Over and over again, even though the persona is forgetting what the dream was, there's always progress to be seen every time this persona wakes up.

You can also use a bit of magic And when tomorrow comes Let’s make it even more exciting! When you wake up tomorrow Even if you don’t remember it You’ll somehow feel different And no one will know the reason The end of a dream is not necessarily a bad thing And when tomorrow comes Let’s make it even more exciting!

Because they will fix this persona's problems and take them into the dreams to make them happy, beat by beat, slowly but surely, even it takes a lot of tries, a lot of dreams, and a lot of waking up not remembering anything, they will feel a little bit UP!!

Beat by beat, a little bit up What was crushed can be restored Even if you don’t remember it Hey, now a little bit up!

[adultswim2021]

Tim and Eric Awesome Show Great Job #20: “Embarrassed” | January 28, 2008 - 12:15AM | S02E10

Hey, it’s the final episode of Tim & Eric season two. It was pretty good, wasn’t it? I always thought the drop off in quality was a little more drastic from season one to season two, but the difference is fairly marginal. 

We start off with the D’Ump, which is a combination Deer/Umpire, meant to solve the problem that more traditional digital umpires have, which is that they are far too noisy. There are some language-related antics on screen with a fake DVD-style (or perhaps CDI) menu popping up to change the language. The English subtitles are comically poorly translated, as if this particular video is natively non-English (the d’ump saying “I’ll keep you safe!” is subtitled “I will protect boys”). This bit is called back in a fairly clever way at the end of the episode. 

This one features Pumpers, which two smug dickheads (Tim, Eric) cavort around town in blue sweaters, doing that thing you did as a kid where you tuck one arm into your long-sleeve sweater or shirt and connect your limp sleeve with your sleeved arm to create a oscillating hoop that you pump up and down in an opposite motion to your hidden hand, which is punching outward through said sweater or shirt. There are two young girls in the sketch who look cool and do a listless dance, lending credibility to the proceedings. This sketch is later topped with Tumblers, who proclaim to be better than pumpers. They’re not! This seems to be a sequel to “Humpers”, an early sketch of theirs. I can’t tell if the video I linked to works or not, because I’ve been having various audio-related issues and I can’t tell if it’s me or the video or WHAT. 

Channel 5’s Married News Team is back with a report from Dr. Steve Brule, who is supposedly live in wine country. He is fall-down drunk, and making an absolute fool of himself. Eventually the cat is let out of the bag; he’s in the Channel 5 studio on a green screen and he’s trying to get frisky with Jan. The sketch also sews a little bit of discord between Jan and Wayne when Jan reveals a wine allergy that perhaps Wayne hasn’t been sensitive to. Brule’s utterance of “sweet berry wine” actually spawned a real-life wine by the same name. 

I like the Brule sketch just fine, but I feel like I’ve seen people be enthusiastic about this sketch to the point that I sorta find baffling. It’s not bad, I’m just saying others love it and I don’t. 

This one has one of the better wraparounds: Eric brings an embarrassing photo of Tim being bathed as a baby and shows it to everybody watching. Tim is so humiliated by this that he turns deeper shades of red as we cut back to him, yikes! Later, Tim confronts Eric and gets pissed, and this escalates into a bare-knuckle brawl that makes They Live look like [NOTE TO SELF! DO NOT PUBLISH THIS POST UNTIL YOU COME UP WITH A REPLACEMENT FOR “GAY LIVE”, THAT IS HORRIBLE]. I feel like Eric’s physicality is usually stiff and awkward on purpose, where Tim is more versatile and perhaps easier to heap praise on for his on-camera presence. Eric makes a terrific brute in this scene, and his physical acting shines here. He’s intimidating while also being hilarious. Great Job. 

The fight, I’m sad to say, ends with Tim being beaten to death. At the funeral, the embarrassing photo is blown up and placed next to the casket. Tim has a retarded impression on his face. His father, Mr. Abso Lutely himself, is eulogizing him via pre-taped video. This has some of the funniest lines, as his own father barely commits to the grief of outliving his own son, with lines like “I just wanna wish you the best” and “break a leg”. Eric’s cell phone makes a noise, so he naturally turns it off. This triggers a lengthy goodbye song, which gets paltry funeral party very emotional, and the begin tearfully singing along. The final shot, in which Tim’s expression has somehow changed, is one of the show’s funniest moments ever. This whole final scene is so ridiculously funny. Goddamn. RIP Tim Heidecker. He died.

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Nikki: Colorful Cake Tower

Designer’s Reflection: Colorful Cake Tower

Obtained: Nikki’s birthday #2

Rarity: SSR

Attribute: Purple/Sexy

Awakened Suit: Dreamy Cake

Story - transcripts from Designer’s Reflection

Chapter 1 - The Best Dessert Shop

Chapter 2 - Cake’s Memories

Chapter 3 - Reserved Blessings

Chapter 4 - Sweet and Warm Times

Story - summarized

You and Momo bring Nikki to the best dessert shop in Ninir. You’re here to make her a birthday cake, but also to spend the day trying desserts and relaxing on the cushions. Nikki has been wanting to go here for a long time, and she is excited to be here!

Each of the shop’s three floors has something different. The first floor depicts candy art, with individual pieces coming together in aesthetically fantastic ways. It’s also where you will make Nikki’s cake.

The second floor has tea and cookies for the customers. There’s also photos and videos from past customers who share their memories of fun times with loved ones and their cakes. Nikki remembers home, when her older sister would smear frosting on her face while her dad took photos.

Lastly, the third floor houses all kinds of desserts and snacks to purchase. Nikki and Momo have a list of snacks to get for everyone at the birthday party tonight, and finally, they find them all. As a bonus, Nikki can pre-order cakes here to deliver to friends on their special day. Excitedly, she sketches ideas for Yexiao, Loen...

When Momo asks about a cake for you, Nikki tells him that she doesn’t need to pre-order a cake. She will always be with you, and she will make the cake herself!

As the sun sets, the three of you head back home, stomachs full and hearts bursting. Nikki calls this the perfect day.

Connections

-When you play through the events for Nikki’s surprise birthday, these events take place during the same time as the baking mini-game.

-Nikki’s design for Yexiao’s birthday cake is of spicy hotpot. When you first meet her in Vol. 1, she offers to cook dinner for everyone... not realizing that no one else eats extra spicy food except her.

-For Loen’s cake, Nikki drew doves against a blue sky and Loen standing underneath. This lines up with the artwork for Loen’s awakened Mind Maze Reflection, Gleaming Snow.

Fun Facts

-For the second birthday event, you got to make your own cake for Nikki in a mini-game. You chose a flavor, a fruit, and a nut. (I think mine was a strawberry almond vanilla cake.)

-In Chapter 3, when Nikki is buying the food, the staff refers to the both of you as “ladies.” Since all genders play the game (and the translation could have been off), I took that part out.

-Aeon’s chosen dessert is the one that changes the most in translation. Among the Index, the transcript, and a direct translation from the Chinese server, he eats his egg tart with either absinthe, coriander, or wormwood (respectively).

[capriciouswriter207]

damn it's been forever again

I really would love to catch up on everything still, and I do have the time now currently,

but I just, don't have the energy to do so, I'm sorry

I'm just, gonna start a small conversation to catch up on how things have been going for me

My summer holidays are now 3 weeks in, 3 weeks left too

Am wanting to meet with some more friends still too

Funny enough two of the 3 times I was outside I met one of these friends on accident xD

Why do I always find myself some friend that has either just gotten out of or is short before getting out of an abusive relationship?????

like damn, last time I was the reason someone got out of it and I could've told this one what's up with her now ex too but didn't want to ruin anything in case they got better over the time they were in longtime therapy xD

I've been drawing again! quite like a lot of the stuff I've been doing, drew a s2!Scott sketch only like 1 hour ago or so. Both my s1 and s2 designs of him have braids in common

Could send some of the art if you're open for it!

I now also have an au idea for a small story of a Jimmy centered Hanahaki disease flower husbands au but Scott is the one with the disease and he got it thanks to some jewel he stole and I need to hold myself back so much the whole time from just writing an entire backstory for that jewel too

Anywaysies, hope you've been doing well too! If you've got anything to tell that happened I would love to hear it!

Star out! (for now)

I’m sorry, this has been in my drafts for so long, real life is a bit of a mess right now! But I’m gonna answer now.

It has indeed been forever, it's good to hear from you again. I'm writing this at a moment where I don't really have the spoons, but I'm gonna try to answer anyway because it's a busy time for me.

I’m glad you seem to be doing okay. I don’t mind fi you only send a message every now and again, just keep doing it at your own pace and when you have some time. About those relationships, that’s some serious stuff. Maybe you’re a good luck charm in that regard? I’d love to see your art (and you can let me know if you want it to stay private or no if you send it via ask)! 

That’s sounds like a nice story. I’ve personally never been too interested in the Hanahaki disease AUs myself, but it sounds like it has an interesting premise. 

Now, about me!

No, it’s not that interesting. At least, I don't tend to think of my life as all that exciting, but some stuff did happen. Went on holiday in July, and immediately after getting back tested positive for the virus. Everyone at home got it. I’m glad we got it now rather than, say, two years ago, but it still sucked. But I'm still here, I'm fine physically, we're all good.

I also did have a bit of an existential crisis, because of course that also happened. I got a degree in translation because languages are fun and I was good at it, but I had no idea if I liked doing it as a job and then I figured out you don't need to have a degree in translation to be hired as a translator. I also figured out I'm not cut out for the freelance stuff and the usual administrative stuff that gets recommended as an office job isn’t at all interesting to me. So, yeah. I applied for a [linguistics] doctorate and if I'm not chosen for that position, I'm going back to college and pursue programming.

Been writing some stuff behind the scenes and, in true me-fashion, haven't been listening to my body as if I didn’t learn anything from that writing burn-out (which, I’m pretty sure I’m still feeling). I decided it's a good idea to start writing a D&D compendium for empires S1 which would be partially worldbuilding stuff (where I'm having to hold back adding my personal headcanons) and campaign ideas stuff. I told myself it'd be finished by the end of August, and it's not going to be finished by the end of August because I wasn't feeling well. About to finish Tabula Rasa, Caesar House still going strong (with occasional one-week breaks because it needs to be perfect or I catch plot-breaking stuff) and I have an idea for a short empires s2 story (short-ish, knowing me it might still be 10 chapters) as well as some one-shots. I try not to work on too many things at once, but it’s a battle and I’m pretty sure I’m losing it by putting too much on my plate. I do promise not to let it take me too far, though, I’m gonna stop right before I crash again. At least, I’ll try to.

[a-certainwrongness]

It’s one of those days…

Clouds billow above, trees, streetlights, even power lines sway against a magnificent roiling backdrop. The wind stirs with the aroma of petrichor and a tenuous charge.

There is a plot of swaying grass singing in the gale. Pages rustle. One scrapes along the ground and flys away over and over…

Call me Fella, Certain, or something else you may like. I’ve left something here. Read the pages if you care to… But it is against my wishes that you are here if you are a minor.

Otherwise… Treat me and others with respect? Then you are welcome here. Eternally, I reserve my right to hide the field from anyone. In turn, if you are not interested block me, and let us continue as we tend to do, worlds upon worlds right next to one another, never making contact.

This is my erotica blog. It’s here for stories and musings and maybe some light art.

I grew up alone in many ways, and became very close with the fields. Perhaps that’s why I often feel apart from others. An observer, a witness. A holding. A place. And maybe that’s why when I disappeared, I fell apart into a bunch of pages. But that’s not right, some of these pages are new, some have definitely been rained on. And where is this place?

I’m aware of my dramatics and here to reassure you I’m just here for some fun. Yes the blog can be a bit unconventional, I’ve figured that it’s already here to hold my deepest desires, I might as well practice my expression as I like. I honestly did have a little too much alone time and stories have always kept me company ever since.

Many would say I look like a man and I tend to walk through the world being perceived as one. I even have a beard I try to keep nicely trimmed these days. But it wasn’t always this way. I still keep my hair long. Men can seem nervous around me and women no longer see me as one of them. I don’t know if I’ll ever feel fully understood in this matter, or even be able to form a solid translation of it myself. But I am here too, as a person, and must carry my desires.

In the field you might find…

My stories, vignettes, yearnings, and perhaps a sketch…

A clipping that strikes a cord

If I create an in depth tag system I will update it here.

Leanings

Would you be surprised to find I can have a hard time doing things out in our world? As much as I love to ponder, I’m inexperienced and anything I tell you about myself is rather theoretical.

All this sexy business is fun to talk about in general, but coming down to the nitty gritty of reality, I don’t know if I could go through with it! At heart though, I’m flexible in many ways and just want to please those I care for <3

My tastes in reading on the other hand…

Can definitely be too much for some people! And that’s ok. Stay away if you don’t want to encounter:

some Bondage, cnc, Cum, Free Use, Knots, Magic (like wizards), Monsters, some kinds of Power Dynamics, Praise/Humiliation (circumstantial), Rough/Rough Housing, (mostly ancient) Royalty, Size Difference, Somno, Tentacles

Again, this is my blog and is tailored to me, this is not a complete and thorough list.

If you’re interested in speaking more in depth, we’ll discuss my limits. In general I’m down to talk but please inquire before assuming it’s ok to send me something. And I don’t always type/communicate like I have in this intro, haha