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Do you still...?

(Another piece for @atomic-heart-anomaly Tyler x Liu)

Our bodies do not work as they used to. 

Years of fighting have left us scarred and broken. Physically and mentally. 

We wake up with aches where limbs used to be. We wake up thinking our enemies are in front of us and ready to attack. 

Sometimes we feel that pain again, too. 

The pain of seeing our friends...our family taken from us too soon. We feel guilt from surviving when they did not.

I sometimes wake up quietly from nightmares of times long ago and I look at your sleeping face. I snuggle closer to you just to make sure you’re still breathing. To make sure you’re still alive. To make sure...

“Tyler...? Why are you watching me sleep?” Liu’s green eyes never fail to shine in the dark.

“You look cute when you’re asleep.” My heart races just hearing his voice. His voice that’s still so kind even after all these years.

“You weirdo.” He smiles at me and I think I’ll explode.

“I’m your weirdo.” I can’t muster the strength to smile, but I want to. 

“Yes, you are, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Now go back to bed.” He goes to roll over.

“Do you still love me...? Even if I’m broken...?” He stops and puts a hand on my face. He rubs his thumb on my cheek, and I melt into his touch as I always have. 

“You’re not broken...and of course I love you, Tyler.” His voice is stern, but always kind and sincere. 

“I love you, too.” I try not to cry, but then I cry a lot.

He wraps his arms around me and sings to me like he always has. I cling to him like I’m drowning and he’s a life preserver. I suppose I am drowning in a way...but I know...

Liu will always be here for me.

Because he loves me. And I’ll be here for him, too.

Because I love him.

And that won’t ever change.

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A letter from Liu Woods to Tyler Hawkes

(A gift for @atomic-heart-anomaly with much help from @just-a-crazy-writer)

To Tyler Hawkes, the only person I’ve ever truly loved,

The first time I saw you I didn’t think you were real. I mean how could someone be so breathtakingly beautiful? Your cute and nervous smile was adorable, and I longed to see you smile more. That birthmark under your eye you so desperately tried to hide looked so kissable, and I’m shocked I didn’t lean in to kiss it that first time we met. Although I’m glad I didn’t…that probably would’ve been too weird, haha. And oh gods your eyes, your beautiful dark eyes. I could look into them for hours and still find new things to love about them. I never wanted to stop looking at them or at you and I…

Every day you weren’t by my side was torture. And every night without you was bitter and cold like the harshest of times in the tundras of Antarctica.I would curl up and imagine you were there with me, talking to me with that voice of yours that could soothe my very soul. I would imagine holding you close and trying to soothe you just like you soothed me…and I…

I couldn’t actually believe it when you said yes after I asked you out. I’m not always the best to be around, and trust me I know this. I work really hard to be better…and when I met you I worked even harder. I want to be someone who deserves your love. And I…

You supported me. You loved me, and helped me grow as a person. I did everything I could for you, too. I still remember when you would scold me for being too selfless…I miss that and I…

I miss you so much. 

The first time I saw you in that casket I didn’t think you were real.

 I didn’t think you were… You looked like you were sleeping. 

I didn’t understand why this was happening and my thoughts were of us and you and I… I can’t stop crying because my chest is so empty and full of pain and I want you back and I love you please don’t leave me all alone. 

I want to tell you one last time how much I love you. I want to hug you and kiss you, and tell you it’ll be alright. I want so many things and it hurts because I know you’re gone and I can’t…I don’t

I don’t know if I can go on. I don’t feel like I can. 

I’m sitting by our favorite lake. The one we had our first date at. It’s snowing tonight…and my hands are getting numb…I’m not sure if I can keep writing this for much longer. It’s so cold and I’m so tired…

I think I’ll lay down. 

Just for a moment

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His scars are tragically beautiful and dynamic. His hair is curly, which I myself am not fond of but seeing this has made me enjoy it more. The crisscrossing of his eyes looking in different directions is marvelous, and the colors of the whole piece are absolutely gorgeous. He looks nearly lifeless, but you can see the faintest blush on his upper cheeks and nose which I think is quite nice. But then you can also see the tired bags under his eyes...beautiful.

 I enjoy the little details artist put into their work, and this artist right here has added in little details that make the piece come to life. This is wonderful. Thank you for sharing such beauty with the world.

Drew something to attempt to get out of an art block

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Beautiful purple background. 

The blue haired gremlin child brings me great happiness. 

I am concerned for the wannabe gangster with the knife on the bottom. 

The child on the top with fluffy hair must be protected at all cost. 

The man with the horns is a DILF and that is an indisputable fact. 

Anyways here's an art dumb bc i havent been posting art in awhile

Commissions are open! Dm me for prices!

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A letter from Liu Woods to Tyler Hawkes

(A gift for @atomic-heart-anomaly with much help from @just-a-crazy-writer)

To Tyler Hawkes, the only person I’ve ever truly loved,

The first time I saw you I didn’t think you were real. I mean how could someone be so breathtakingly beautiful? Your cute and nervous smile was adorable, and I longed to see you smile more. That birthmark under your eye you so desperately tried to hide looked so kissable, and I’m shocked I didn’t lean in to kiss it that first time we met. Although I’m glad I didn’t...that probably would’ve been too weird, haha. And oh gods your eyes, your beautiful dark eyes. I could look into them for hours and still find new things to love about them. I never wanted to stop looking at them or at you and I...

Every day you weren’t by my side was torture. And every night without you was bitter and cold like the harshest of times in the tundras of Antarctica.I would curl up and imagine you were there with me, talking to me with that voice of yours that could soothe my very soul. I would imagine holding you close and trying to soothe you just like you soothed me...and I...

I couldn’t actually believe it when you said yes after I asked you out. I’m not always the best to be around, and trust me I know this. I work really hard to be better...and when I met you I worked even harder. I want to be someone who deserves your love. And I...

You supported me. You loved me, and helped me grow as a person. I did everything I could for you, too. I still remember when you would scold me for being too selfless...I miss that and I...

I miss you so much. 

The first time I saw you in that casket I didn’t think you were real.

 I didn’t think you were... You looked like you were sleeping. 

I didn’t understand why this was happening and my thoughts were of us and you and I... I can’t stop crying because my chest is so empty and full of pain and I want you back and I love you please don’t leave me all alone. 

I want to tell you one last time how much I love you. I want to hug you and kiss you, and tell you it’ll be alright. I want so many things and it hurts because I know you’re gone and I can’t...I don’t

I don’t know if I can go on. I don’t feel like I can. 

I’m sitting by our favorite lake. The one we had our first date at. It’s snowing tonight...and my hands are getting numb...I’m not sure if I can keep writing this for much longer. It’s so cold and I’m so tired...

I think I’ll lay down. 

Just for a moment

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What Remains of Me

What is a rose when you strip her of her thorns? What is a rose when you strip her of her petals? What is a rose when you peel every layer of her stem away? Can you even call her a rose if there is nothing left of her still together? Or do you simply call her a corpse?