HAND ON THE HIP! OMFGGGG! HAND ON THE HIP AND I'M LOSING IT LMAO!!! I've seen faaar spicier stuff than this but it's just different if it's Sasaki to Miyano! 😭😭 This does not even fall under "spicy" but what the hell idc!! 😂😂
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……..….well, fuck.
(don’t hate me for using fuzzy pics my devices have enough malice for me already thank youuuu)
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Tsubasa Chronicle Month 2022 - Day 1 - Sakura
I've decided to remake my very first submission for Tsubasa Chronicle Month from 2016 to see how far I’ve come. Honestly, it’s so great to see improvement!
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Spooky season day 34, part 2: I wanna hold your hand
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The difference between Karsie's hands in her two primairy forms, aka, the best hands I've ever drawn
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A being born and raised, destined, to face off against the Sun, not to win, just to suffer, eternally lying in wait, trained to be prepared for this impossible duel.
And the Sun is a sweet talker, she is, she whispers in the dreams of mortals, promising them things she doesn't intend to give, but people flock to her willingly in some cases, convinced and swayed into the Light. She was a Goddess of Dreams, protective and strong and kind in that she did not need her people to fight for her, insisting they be peaceful.
How would she react to seeing a being whose mind was hopelessly destroyed, just so she'd be unable to sway it? Would she be sickened? Horrified?
I think she would. I think she'd dedicate her imprisonment to solving the miserable puzzle laid out before her, offering them anything and everything she could think of, treating them with violence and kindness and hatred and love in equal turns, just trying to understand what went wrong. And they'd cherish every minute of agony and be wary of every charismatic word, honesty only pried from Her when she surrendered and told them of Herself, teaching them so that someone, ANYONE out there would remember her - because it remembers. Becoming so familiar with every single aspect of each other, hearing words in silence, ideals in unspoken vows, understanding them through understanding herself.
and She is their destiny, so they are content to learn and to bleed and to listen.
They are both so alone.
They are both going to kill each other.
It's only a matter of time. It's only until one of them finally slips up and breaks. Someone has to die. But there's nobody else here. And nobody else would understand that. Two broken things, one rendered free when shackled, one feeding off that sense of freedom.
Any day now, they'll kill each other. Any day now.
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