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lemongogo · 6 months
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hi
#yall ths art block is so bad its actually making me so stressed out😭😭😭#its been awful plenty of times before BUT THISSS???IT FEELS NEVER ENDINGGG#so fucking frustrating-__- and i was finally working on smth i had started to like yday#but i hit this mid point where i didnt know How 2 break thru from like .. rough > finished#and im like T__T . brah . head in my hands#IDK WHAT TO DOOOOOOO . < lamenting . < woe is me .#sry i luv talking abt it . its therapeutic tbh . what do u guys do when u are in this position#i also try to go back to basics and j do gesture studies until i feel more capable#but im like shakig the bars of my cage . let me do smt fun again. please ❤️ PLEASEE ❤️#i think part of it is also imposter syndrome whre like .. u see so many people u look up to doing so many cool things w their art#and its like . falling back into the trap of comparison and feeling like nothing u make can replicate the feeling of seeing those other#things ykwim🤔#sick in da head . i think its also a twt issue#like ever since i started posting on there ive been feeling like i have 2 make . quote unquote good things which . obviously dookie sentimen#bc any art is objectively good art there isnt like . U CANT BE BAD YKWIM HELP#but when i j posted to tumblr it was like . u send it off like slapping a horse on the ass and u see it ride away and its so lowkey#and fun.. the community here is so muchc fun .. j dont feel pressured here#smiles sweetly#<gi influence#maybe ill delete the app 4 a while until i feel normal again#guys we need to kill all social media#guys we need to go back to drawing sheep on rocks (<giotto ref(#if i had 2 elaborate ig it feels like . i am following the path of most resistance -__- like wading hesdstrong in2 waves that keep pushing#me back . theres so much i want to do Wish i could do but its like damn i can barely draw like two complete things over the course of 2-3 mo#from how HARD IT ISSS🚶and my aphantasia compounds it . fumbling arnd in a dark room hoping smth sticks#graa.. i think its the realization that i couldnt ever do art professionally bc im such an obstinate artist T_T#tbh saying all this now its like looking up in2 the eyes of all my art insecurities looming over me#CASTING 100 FT SHADOWWWW🧍#whteve . check back on me in 2 months hopefully i feel normal ab it then
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banditchika · 6 years
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forgive me mother for i have sinned
fandom: bandori
words: 1541
pairing: tsugusayo
ao3 link
She shouldn't be doing this.
She really, really, really shouldn't be doing this, but—
She has to know. Oh, the things Lisa has seen today; she can't go on with the rest of her life without investigating this, because...
Because there's just no way. Hazawa Tsugumi? Rosy-cheeked, wide-eyed, dimpled Hazawa Tsugumi? The school council's darling and all-round cherubic sweetheart?
Lisa can't believe it. There's no way that Hazawa Tsugumi just...
She glances down at the phone and geez, she feels like she just peeped on someone doing—um. Like she saw something horribly inappropriate. Which technically, she has.
Tsugu: hey baby! Tsugu: send nudes? ;>
Lisa peeks again at the screen and gulps. She half expects Sayo to come crashing through the door, brandishing her guitar and howling loudly enough to put a shounen protagonist to shame, but nope—it's just her holding down the studio. Sayo's talking with Marina with the rest of Roselia and paying Lisa— and the fact that she's left most of her private life in the palm of her hand—no mind.
Normally, Lisa would be out there with them. A large part of her still feels like she should be; feels that this is definitely an invasion of privacy, and that the reason why Sayo's left her phone with Lisa is because of trust, and Sayo trusting her? Well, that's solid gold right there.
But this situation is anything but normal. Damn. How did comparing recipes and ingredient ratios turn into this? This has to be a joke, right?
She would have let the phone return to its lockscreen and joined Roselia outside had LINE not pinged just before Lisa could click the power button, and Lisa had learned more about her dear, sweet underclassman, and her seemingly-ever-reliable bandmate's relationship than she ever wanted to know.
... Well, she says that, but now that she's seen it, she doesn't think she'll ever be able to look at either of them the same way until she's sure.
Tsugu: ... sayo-san? :< Tsugu: baby?
It's like a little devil and angel are sitting on her shoulders; Devil Ako (because it's kinda fun to put a face to the warring parts of her conscience, and because Ako would probably appreciate it) tackles the ever-moral Angel Sayo off her perch, and before Lisa can second-guess herself, her fingers are flying across the keyboard.
Hikawa Sayo: Alright. What level of undress are you expecting? Hikawa Sayo: Gravure, topless, or full-frontal nudity?
Lisa hesitates. She's too terrified to scroll up and see if Sayo and Tsugumi really were exchanging—oh man, she can't even think it—really were doing that, but maybe... maybe if she's a little sneaky, she can satisfy her curiosity and delete the messages before Sayo sees them. It's underhanded and dirty and she feels weird and bad drawing this as her moral line, but. Listen. Her curiosity has to be satisfied.
She keys in her last, killer line: the final blow.
Hikawa Sayo: Or perhaps, Tsugumi-san... you want something else today?
Read at 4:20.
Three dots appear beneath Lisa's message, and Lisa's heart plummets to her chest. What has she done. She has to apologize to Afterglow right now, immediately. Like, right this second. She has Himari and Tomoe's phone numbers. She can totally send an apology essay and like, supplicate herself in hopes of mercy.
Oh, oh, oh boy, oh—oh no. Lisa's face is on fire while Tsugumi types. She did not think this through. This was a mistake.
She should have just dropped the phone and pretended she didn't see anything, or 'fessed up at the beginning and not be able to look either Tsugumi or Sayo in the eye. Sayo's going to kill her. She's going to have Lisa stand at one end of the studio and just—just hurl her guitar at Lisa with her usual terrifying, uncanny accuracy, and Lisa's too pretty and too gay to die like this!
Her only consolation is that Sayo probably won’t end her with a bullet. Lisa's defied most lesbian stereotypes but the big U-Haul and being in love with her straight best friend; she's not about to start racking the rest of them up now.
Tsugu: yo woah Tsugu: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
... Wait. Wait a second.
Lisa squints at the phone. Tsugumi doesn't talk like this. At least, Lisa's pretty sure she doesn't. The girl radiates good vibes and puppy energy and—seriously, it's an effort to restrain herself from patting Tsugumi's head whenever they run into each other in the hallways. There's no way someone that sweet and kind and bright types like this. Lisa can practically smell the weed.
Tsugu: ok lmao ill just b really honest with u sayo san Tsugu: this is aoba moca afterglows guitarist Tsugu: were at tsugus cafe rn n she left her phone w us while shes on shift Tsugu: i was just messing around pls dont actually send nudes Tsugu: at least until tsugus here u kno. u do u in private
Moca. Moca. Of course it's Moca.
A sigh shivers out of Lisa. She's saved! No death by guitar from Hikawa Sayo. Kind of. Sort of. Maybe.
Death by teasing from Moca, though; that's a possibility that's growing more concrete by the second now that she's the one holding someone's—that is to say, Lisa's—life in her hands.
Moca's still typing.
Tsugu: if u dont mind me saying tho Tsugu: rlly didnt expect yall 2 have gone so far n stuff Tsugu: i mean hiichan n tomochin play gay chicken all the time so its not like no one in afterglow sends nudes n stuff (dont tell them i said that~ pls~) Tsugu: but tsugus like our baby u kno Tsugu: n also our grandma who we love very much n tell all our problems 2 Tsugu: so uhhhhhhhh Tsugu: wasnt expecting this at all but dam tsugu get it Tsugu: pls dont get mad at her or kill me xoxoxo moca
Moca doesn't type again. Lisa wonders if she's feeling the same trepidation that Lisa did when she waited for "Tsugumi" to respond. Moca kind of actually has feelings, sometimes, so there's a definite possibility that even she is sweating—but also, it's Moca. She might really be ready to face the consequences for her actions (read: guitar duel with Sayo, except they're actually swinging at each other with their instruments) and expects to come out the winner.
Hikawa Sayo: Ummm Moca?? Hikawa Sayo: This is Lisa Tsugu: oh shit lisa san Tsugu: that was u? Hikawa Sayo: Yeah~ hahaha~ Hikawa Sayo: Sayo was showing me something on her phone and then ran out to do something for the band. I was going to put her phone away but then I saw your message and Hikawa Sayo Well... Hikawa Sayo: I won't tell Sayo if you don't tell Tsugumi Tsugu: got it Tsugu: ill eat the evidence lisa san dont worry theyll never have 2 kno Hikawa Sayo: Ahhh!! T-T Hikawa Sayo: I'm so relieved!! Thank you Moca!
Lisa starts to delete her messages. Tsugumi's texts begin to disappear as well. She's really glad that the app shows no records of deleted messages because—whoo, boy.
Tsugu: slurp slurp Tsugu: sorry u had 2 deal w this lisa san Tsugu: see u at work tmrr
Lisa sends, "Yeah see you!!" as Moca's last texts begin to disappear.
With everything cleared, she tosses the phone into the depths of Sayo's school bag and perches on the stage, face buried in her hands. Ugh. Ugghhh. Uggghhhhhhh. This is karma. Karmatic punishment. She's been too nosy and too meddling and this is her punishment.
She's definitely smudging her makeup right now, but after everything that's happened? She deserves it. Consider the lesson learned, because from now on, Imai Lisa is going to be a model citizen. She's not going to bother with other people's business, she'll keep her head down and just focus on bass, and school, and work, and clubs—karma had its kiss out for her this time, but she's not gonna give it another reason to try again.
Lisa peeks through her fingers at the door. While Sayo looks as pleased as she ever gets outside of texting Tsugumi or doling out rare, rare bits of praise whenever they play particularly well, Yukina's got a certain... expression on her face. It's the one she gets when someone's put bitter melon on her plate or told her that no, you can't go to the park, it's the middle of the night!
She wonders what Marina's told them that has made Sayo so pleased and Yukina so... not.
... Okay, fine. Maybe she'll meddle a little more after all.
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