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thephooka · 19 hours ago
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New page of White Noise!
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Read it here! | WN on Patreon | @hiveworks
I like to think Liya spent the entire time she was making that ring trying to figure out what the least suspicious way of getting this info would be, and this is what she came up with.
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(James POV)
Romania
1943
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Charles mumbled to himself as he glared at the portable radio in his hands. The deafening static echoed through the small room.
"This damned thing!" He slammed it on the box next to his cot with a heavy sigh, "That's it, I give up."
He took a seat on his footlocker, he offered me a soft smile when our eyes met, "Hey, let me ask you something. What did you want to do before all this?"
I raised an eyebrow, there were a few things he could be talking about... Before he broke my radio, before we met, before we were stuck in the middle of a war... "What do you mean?"
"I mean," He shrugged leaning forward, "I'm sure as a kid you didn't plan on being drug into a massive war."
The war it is.
I went to answer, but before I could a soft jazzy piano tune rang out of the radio as the static quickly faded.
"Hey, it's actually working!" Charles shot to his feet, he extended his hand towards me, "Come dance with me."
Caught off guard I shook my head, "No no, I am not much of a dancer."
He rolled his eyes with a chuckle, "Oh, come on. I haven't danced in two years, humor me."
I reluctantly let him take my hand and pull me up, "Alright..."
He slipped his hand in mine, placing his other hand on my hip.
I tried to ignore the goosebumps rising on my arms, this was simply just silly.
He took a few steps and I moved along with him as he kept time with the music, he hummed along and I was mesmerized.
Charles smiled at me when he realized I was staring into his beautiful eyes, he just kept humming.
I quickly cleared my throat desperately looking for a way to pause this moment, "Pianist."
"I'm sorry?"
"... You asked what I wanted to do before the war; I want to play the piano."
He chuckled, he did a quick flair of his arm spinning me slightly and holding onto my waist.
"... And you?"
"Well, my father owned a bar back in the states," He kept his hands on my waist, "He left it to me when he died, I'm hoping someday when this is all over I can go home and run it."
"That sounds nice."
"Mmhmm. Hey, maybe you could come play piano for me." He continued to hum.
I felt my face flush as I thought of the next thing to say, he pulled me closer into his chest and I hoped he could not hear my heart pounding.
"... I could play this song for you." I sheepishly offered.
I felt his chuckle rumble through his chest, "I'd like that."
It was silent between us, just the music and the sound of our boots tapping against the wood floor as we danced.
The song ended, but Charles kept a hold on me, his hand trailed to my lower back, "Can I ask you something else?"
I nodded and he pulled me even closer, he dusted his lips against mine.
He kissed me softly as the music dissolved back into static.
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smolghostings · 2 months ago
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beckettatticus · 9 months ago
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HEARTSONG: Finding your way after you’ve lost it. 
IDs under the cut!
[ID 1: A short comic about gender identity. The cover page is an overview of an emerald green ocean. Text reads: “HEARTSONG / BY BECKETT ATTICUS.”]
[ID 2: A child is tidepooling in ankle-deep water. Their hair is blonde and chin length, and they are wearing a pink T-shirt. Two seagulls fly overhead. The child picks up a brilliant purple mussel shell, and their eyes go wide. Sunbeams break through the gray clouds ahead of them. Text reads: “MAYBE YOU HAD SOMETHING. JOY, OR PASSION. SOMETHING THAT MADE YOUR HEART SING. AND MAYBE YOU LOST IT.”] 
[ID 3: Three panels shows the child’s hair growing longer. In the third, they are curled up with their face to their hands. Then, a series of closeups of hands on their hair, and a pair of scissors that snip a long strand. Text reads: “MAYBE IT’S BEEN GONE FOR A LONG, LONG TIME. MAYBE YOU HAVE DESPAIRED - BUT KNOW THIS: A DAY WILL COME WHEN IT WILL ALL SLIDE INTO PLACE.”] 
[ID 4: The child, a teenager now, puts a hand on the mirror and looks at himself. His hair is cropped short, and a brilliant blue sky reflects in the mirror behind him. There is a close-up of him in a baseball cap, then of him doing a testosterone shot. Another close-up of his lower jaw with sparse stubble, and of him buttoning up a green shirt - top surgery scars are visible. A close-up of his eyes, and then of ocean water. Text reads: “AND YOU WILL RECOGNIZE WHAT WAS MISSING. AND THEN, WHEN THE TIME IS RIGHT,”]
[ID 5: He is an adult now. He stands in ankle-deep water on the beach, surrounded by tidepools, a lighthouse in the distance. He picks up a shimmering mussel shell, smaller in his hands this time. He stands to face the light, and sunbeams break through the cloud cover. Text reads: “IT WILL COME BACK AND YOUR HEART WILL SING ONCE MORE.”]
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thisissteggy · 6 months ago
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Hey you 😘 This tiny dino, Steggy, wants you to know if you ever need a hug or support - he will be there❤
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rysttle · a month ago
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Pjsankasm midnight attempts at poetry part 2 : watched too many pterosaur documentary
Part 1 here. No it’s not correlated (yet?) it’s just a bunch of poems im gonna illustrate! :D
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peevishpants · 5 months ago
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Chimaera (2019)
Drawn for Antholegacies Volume 1, republished in Pulp Literature Magazine in 2020!
My first long-ish fancy comic. Classic Asian Diaspora Kid Navel-Gazing Thoughts about Identity.
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katy-l-wood · 28 days ago
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Sometimes you talk your girlfriend into keeping a weird pet and end up with regrets. Happens to the best of us.
Started this comic back at the beginning of the year, had my summer stolen by the team up of ADHD and depression, finally got back to it once I got new meds. So glad it’s finally finished!
(For those who don’t know, these are my characters Dustin and Vivian, an asexual couple who live in the woods, rob trains, and hunt vampires. I’ve got a few various projects with them, all of which I’m hoping to jump back into soon.)
((Please do not keep owls as pets. It is not a good thing to do.))
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