"Dress my body all in flowers white,so no mortal eye can see"
My Long Forgotten Cloistered Sleep is one of my favourite Kajiura songs,and it constantly reminds me of Alyss, always ,since the very first time I heard it 5yrs ago, so I had to draw this eventually . I wanted to draw her like a wisp of white against the background of white fabric,like a pure white dream fading into memory (edit: Tumblr is blurring it kinda making it look even more faded than I intended? Not a bad thing,but please click for quality!)
Watercolor and white ink on paper
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Still not done with the fic, BUT have these designs of Enid’s tattoos
Also, anything written on her, that font isn't exactly THE font used but I have shit handwriting and I only had so many options. I'm also not an amazing artist, so some tattoos are suppose to be more detailed buuuut I couldn't do it, so really these are just like concepts!
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an edit for my work-in-progress, a project I don't have a good pitch for yet because, as every fanfic writer knows, summaries are hard, but...
READY SET RUN
The government experimented on people. Social media exposed it. Now that same media stalks the survivors everywhere they go which is bad enough in a normal week. This week it's worse than usual because Knox has unfortunately become bonded to a fugitive as a result of one of those experiments and needs to hide her from quite a few people with quite a lot of guns.
Will you come out the other end a better person for having read this book? No. Will you learn things about the world and human nature? Also no. Are there profound truths about free will and the nature of love that I've hidden under the banality of a tropey romance? Yet again, no. But if you like a forced proximity bodyguard romance, you'll probably have a good time.
Coming to a "won't someone please beta read this for me" near you in March. I think. Time is a lie.
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Our Life 1 Incorrect Quotes ft. my MCs
Lee: You don't need my blessing to go kiss Zachary. In fact, I was pretty sure you were already kissing Zachary!
Cove: Nope.
Lee: In that case, as the archbishop of Cove's fully awakened gaydom, I give you my blessing to immediately leave and rectify that as soon as possible! Go now, my child, and kiss Zachary right on the lips!!!
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Jas: Hello, McDonald's, I would like to purchase 130 chicken nuggets. Prepare yourselves.
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Jas: We’re playing Scrabble. It’s a nightmare.
Terry: Scrabble? Scrabble’s great.
Jas: Not when you’re playing with Cygnus, it’s not. He puts words like “ephemeral” and I put “dog.”
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Lee: Do you mind if I slyly mention that you’re single?
Cygnus: Do not do that.
Lee: You won’t even notice!
Cove, entering: Lee, you wanted to see me again?
Lee: Cygnus' single
Cygnus:
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Shiloh: Oh, fiddlesticks! That really ruffles my feathers!
Jeremy: Please, just say fuck.
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Cove, sweating: Ollie, there’s something I need to ask you-
Ollie: Finally! You’re proposing!
Cove: How’d you know?
Ollie: Cove, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner.
Ollie: I even picked it up once.
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*Jas and Cove enter a dive bar*
Jas: Look, I know you’re disappointed but could we at least have a drink.
Cove, in a scuba diving suit: I would like to leave, please.
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Cygnus: The clock is ticking! We don't have time for this asinine tomfoolery!
Miranda: This unmitigated poppycock?
Terry: Extravagant hogwash!
Cygnus: Okay, stop.
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Jas: How would you like your coffee?
Jeremy: As dark and as bitter as my soul.
Jas, shouting to someone behind the counter: I need one vanilla latte with extra cream and sugar!
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Cove: Hey Zachary, what are your favorite flowers?
Zachary: Peonies, why?
Cove:
Zachary: Were you going to get me flowers?
Cove:
Zachary:
Cove: it's a possibility…
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Jas: Dom or sub?
Cove: I guess Domino's, since I don't go to Subway that much. Don't see why you'd put them in the same category though.
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Cove: *eating a cinnamon roll*
Jas: Cannibalism.
Cove: *confused chewing noises*
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*Ollie is crying after a breakup*
Cove: There there, Ollie.
Ollie, still crying: Thanks, but how did you get into my room?
Cove: Great question—
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Most of these quotes are from this generator!
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In the criminal justice system, the people are represented by two separate yet equally important groups: The police, who investigate crime
and the district attorneys, who prosecute the offenders.
These are their stories.
(this art is by kyrraen)
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Fictober 2022: A Little Tired [221B Ficlet]
Prompt #9: Sounds Like a You Problem
Fandom: Ikemen Prince
Rating: Teen
Pairing: Licht Klein x Reader
Summary: A quiet night cuddling with Licht. 221B Ficlet.
Warnings: References to self-harm but not the main focus, fluff, and cuddling.
Also on ao3!
My Fanfic Masterlist
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Licht's warmth as he held you from behind chased away the coolness of the night, his heart beating steadily against your back. His chin rested on your shoulder, his bare hands resting over yours delicately, as you held onto a book that you had been reading to him.
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Licht's warmth as he held you from behind chased away the coolness of the night, his heart beating steadily against your back. His chin rested on your shoulder, his bare hands resting over yours delicately, as you held onto a book that you had been reading to him.
Raised white lines, some faded into his skin, others hard and trying to heal, crisscrossed over the back of his hands and inside his wrists, a constant reminder of the pains of his past.
With a shy smile, you raised your index finger between the gap of his fingers, rubbing his knuckles affectionately. In turn, his hand curled around yours.
"Finished?" He asked.
You nodded, pulling down the red string bookmark and closing the book. Licht, using his free hand, moved the book to the side table, then wrapped his arm around your middle, resting his cheek on your shoulder.
"Tired already?" You asked.
"No," he mumbled flatly, pulling you closer.
"You sound tired."
"You're hearing things."
You chuckled, pulling his other hand closer to you, holding it against your middle, resting your head against his.
"Well, I'm a little tired."
"Sounds like a you problem."
"A me problem?"
"You pushed yourself too hard today."
His grip tightened more, now his nose resting on your shoulder, his lips brushing it lazily. You blushed.
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