me to you
me to you
one decade of drawing!
🎶 it’s the most beautiful time of the year 🥰
let’s go, mai.
Never knew other people liked that zachary levi song like I did!
it is a great song!!! i always listen to old songs like that and even older songs lol
🎶 you set it again, my heart’s in motion, every word feels like a shooting star 🎶
my beloved pitybreaker
her mole is a very kissable spot, he thinks
i miss his birthday but any day is a good day to draw kazuha
a million watt smile 💕
hi i’m opening commission again! feel free to contact me through tumblr/twitter/email for any queries.
reblog is very appreciated. thank you!
spending time with old friend
a.n. contains moonchase event spoiler! i want more interaction between zhongli and guoba
“Ahh! Guoba! You’re disturbing Mr. Zhongli again!”
In contrast to Xiangling’s distressed voice, Guoba only looks up from his snack and tilts his head, making a totally guilt-free noise. Seriously, this panda of hers! She was just taking her eyes of him for a second to look for ingredients, but in that split moment Guoba already made his way out of the kitchen, taking a seat beside the Consultant of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor who just arrived for lunch. Although they know the man, it’s still improper to join someone on their private table without invitation. But apparently to Guoba that’s not the case.
✨ you are the light of the world ✨
when meeting troublesome fans
a sweet, tender taste then bursts forth like a blooming flower. you open your eyes. there is a smile in the white-haired prince’s eyes.
happy birthday, beloved chalk prince
let’s make a promise, you and i
It’s not often, but from time to time Ayaka caught Thoma sitting at the corner of Kamisato Estate’s garden, motionless, melancholy clouded his face.
But the cloud disappeared as she called him, light filling his eyes and mouth curving upward at the sight of her. When she asked what he had been thinking about, he always said, “It’s nothing important.”
Ayaka didn’t dare to ask further, feeling it would be a breach of privacy if she persisted. Still, she kept on asking every single time, wishing Thoma would tell her what’s exactly on his mind. She wanted to be a shoulder he could lean on, just like how he was to her.
One day, when the sun had dipped slightly into the horizon and the sky dusted by the lovely colour of sakura, he finally spoke, although there’s considerable silence before he answered her question.
That very comfort was precisely what brought her to tears even without her realising. She had witnessed enough victims of the Vision Hunt Decree, how they lost their passion and memories, how they became a hollow shell of a person. It almost happened to Thoma. He almost lost his Vision, were it not for the Traveler.