Finally finished a canvas last night. Painted it like 2 years ago, started the inner mandala last fall, and then put it to the side for months.
I see a lot of mistakes, but glad to finally do something creative with my hands after a time away.
I need to go pick up my sketchbooks and canvases from my parents house.
You and me, we aren’t the same
Maybe we are of the same age or at the same phase of life but when I say our lives are completely different, I mean every word of it.
You are the princess of the most important man in your life, your dad, but I am not. No no no, I am not that unlucky not to have my father in my life. But he is just my father, not my dad. Don’t get me wrong, I am not complaining about him, he has done his duty. From paying my school bills to attending my PTMs he has done his job perfectly, the way a normal father would do. But just for once or maybe all, I wanted was to spend his few minutes with me, I wanted him to ask me about my life how happy or sad I am about it, to sit beside my bed and pat my forehead lightly when I am sick, to engulf me in comforting hugs whenever I failed or to applaud me at my small victories. All I wanted from him was to be, my dad.
My mother, the perfect woman she is. A perfect daughter-in-law, a perfect wife. Everything about her screamed of perfections, and she wanted perfection about her children too. When your first painting was hung in the wall as a matter of appreciation, mine was crushed and thrown to dustbin stating as a waste of time. We all found our first best friends in the form of our mom’s then I might add I am the loneliest person because I never had that best friend in my life. When I used to return home from school with tears, because I was bullied, I was shut up by her because she believed I was the one provoking them to bully me. I never found my loving and caring mom, because I only had my mother.
So darling you and me we aren’t the same because I live in a house and you live in a home.
his apologies, his promises
were all cigarette smoke;the words floated to me
in white wisps and pretty ribbons,but inevitably smelled of carcinogens,
and leisurely disappeared
without a care,leaving nothing but
damage in the air.
my bad habit.
— s. lee { x }
I saw that people were drawing love children, so I made one for Yuuki and Riddle.
Mira has her father’s hair, and her mother’s eyes. I’m not entirely sure what her personality will be, but she might be a bit of a hot head like her dad.
“So I’m not letting you start leaving me behind now.”
Yeah, that’s a Jeopardy modus. Directly follows this one I posted yesterday. :y
I p much drew this whole thing just for Yellow sitting on his own quest bed when Blue shows up to get the other set of bracelets.
He totally just hucked his own body off the bed spire in the hope that, being short on time, Blue wouldn’t decide to climb the thing and instead just fly to it. It’s why the blood is still there.
(Blue has a Wheel of Fortune modus even though it’d be far more appropriate for a light player, but it’s gotta do with the actual canon of the story they’re in where he noodles around with music and has a series of songs inspired by Yellow that he calls his Wheel of Fortune series. For various pun reasons in the context of their story)
A sneaky snippet (or two) of my fic for the KatsuKitchen: Back for Seconds zine (@katsukitchen)
Really wrinkled my brain thinking about how All Might and Kaminari would interact 🧠 wholesome blonde bois ✨
Everyone worked super hard on it and it looks great, and I’m super proud. 💙
Preorders for the zine are open right now (check the info page)!
(Or if you’re feeling bold, jump straight to the shop!)
You can submit requests through my asks/inbox. I prefer to write character x reader fics, but I would be open to writing character x character, just ask!
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(Both nsfw and sfw)
I haven’t finished TCW and I haven’t started The Mandalorian yet (I’m getting there I promise!!), I’ll add more characters once I finish those series.
It’s a rainy and beautiful day. It makes me happy that the weather starts to cool. Good things are happening in my life. Thinking positively is really important. today is the 6th day of my productivity. Good work everyone.
Day 6/100 🖤
The world is so beautiful
Yet so cruel.
I admire its creations,
The flowers, bees and your smile too.
I would love to stay
Despite being in so much pain.
I want to leave, but for you,
I’ll stay and enjoy the view.
To me, its pure fortune
You were born.
You are like the sun
Always shining so bright.
When you smiled
My heart strings were strum
Playing a warm, beautiful tune.
You make me like the feeling of the sun
Despite being so used to the moon.
