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Okay, I was like: Imma write a drabble the way it’s supposed to be. I’m a pro.Spoiler: I didn’t, so this just turned out to be a weird oneshot. I got too much into it. Enjoy.Song: So Close - Jon McLaughlin“So close to reaching that famous happy end,Almost believing this one’s not pretend.”There she is, capturing something more than his view.Again, as if it took her no effort. But how? What was she doing here? Did anything other than her arrival matter anymore?Somehow, she looked more stunning than this morning, when they bumped into each other on the street. She made small steps trough the hall and he could see red shoes shyly showing their tips underneath her long dress. The dress swayed with each movement. From head to toe, the dress gradually turned from blue to red. Just the experience of looking at her seemed surreal.She noticed him, but then another man wanted her attention. She turned her head towards his black glasses and brown hair, then listened to his whispers and nodded until, finally, he walked away. Her gaze followed him before he got lost in the crowd.Her amber eyes met the black one again. She smiled. Resumed her pace towards him. Before he knew it, she was two feet away, the orchestra crept into the silence and he reached out.“Would you like to dance?” Pause. “Yes.”She gave him his hand and they both joined the dance floor.She placed her hand in his and spread her fingers across his shoulder. In return, his hand went underneath her shoulder blade and his eyes to hers.In the few steps that followed, the white-haired man noticed an unexpected security in her movements. It was almost as if the girl wasn’t the very klutz that spilt his tea. “You’re a pretty good dancer.”She looked away from the intense stare. An agonizing pause.“I thought I’d never see you again.”This statement made her tense and her eyes returned to his with a sheepish smile.“You’d want to?”The singer’s voice kept carrying them across the hall.“More than I’m willing to admit.”“Well, saying ‘yes’ is satisfying enough.”“Well, I guess that makes us both pleasantly surprised.”“Ehm, ‘pleasantly surprised’ doesn’t even begin to describe it”He chuckled.“What does?”Step, step, sigh.“I wish I could tell you.”He nodded in understanding. The conversation ended. They were both carried by the waves of the song into the waltz that was like a ship over the depths of each other’s eyes. Synchronised with the singer’s voice, like it was all planned outSo far, we are…The music started changing it’s pace.“Miss, if you don’t mind, I would like to try something”“I don’t.”“Hold tight.”Her expression showed how she read his intention and her grip tightened. His footwork became faster with each next step as they moved. She followed and her dress did too. The world became hazy. Guests. Marble pillars. Grand chandeliers. All gone.What remained was his smile and the bubble of laughter that wanted to escape her.It felt like-“Miss Bordeaux!”They stopped. The man with glasses from before stood as close as he had to be, looking displeased. Her partner gave them a confused glance. Glasses ignored him. His unpleasant attention was directed at the redhead. She turned to her partner and bowed.“I’m grateful for the pleasant dance.”“The feeling is mutual.”The brown haired man coughed and the girl hesitated before turning towards him. She rushed as she looked down at her feet.Her partner stood there for a few moments before walking towards the exit himself. Time to leave came too early. His friends will forgive him. As for the host, he’ll come up with an excuse.What about her?He’ll probably never see her again. Fate doesn’t give two chances so easily. Three is pretty much impossible. He knows how cruel it is. But…He can’t help but hope.Now he knows the name he yearned for all day.

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Unfortunately everybody forgets the shoe

ling yao, possibly the buffest 15 year old in history, crossed a gigantic harsh desert and went to a country he’s never been to before, searching for something that could turn him immortal so he could become the supreme emperor of his own country, then ended up getting lost in the capital city and nearly collapsed from starvation on the street, got arrested for being an illegal alien and went to jail, didn’t hesitate to ask a horrifying empty suit of armor with a cleaver to help him break out, started breaking into buildings through windows literally just because “it seemed appropriate for a criminal”, tried to assassinate the leader of the military, willingly accepted the personification of a deadly sin into his body, became best bros with him, tried to assassinate the leader of the military AGAIN, and eventually became the emperor like he planned

ling yao is a chaotic piece of shit and i would die for him any day

shading colour tips

hey yall its me the Art Mom™ to help you shade pretty

rule 1: DO NOT SHADE WITH BLACK. EVER. IT NEVER LOOKS GOOD. 

red- shade with a slightly darker shade of purple

orange- slightly darker and more saturated shade of red

yellow- i think like..a peach could work but make it a really light peach

green- shade with darker and less saturated shade of blue or teal

blue- shade with purple

purple- a shade thats darker than the purple you’re using and maybe a little pink (MAYBE blue)

pink- darker shade of red

white- a really light lavender or blue..or i guess any really light colour??

black- okay listen dont use pure black to colour anything unless you want to leave it with flat colours because you cant really shade black lol

grey- a slightly darker shade of purple or blue (less saturated)

brown- slightly darker and less saturated shade of purple or red

aaaaand thats all i got lol. let me know if there is anything i should add to this list!!


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@working-cells @unlikelyzipperpursewinner there you go, you two! Hope you like it🤗. Oh, and @lunchtimerushin since this is your art 😉. I apologize for any grammatical errors in advance!

Ae3803 felt her breath betraying her. The consequences of getting lost were probably more infuriating than being lost could've ever been. Always late and running. Her thoughts became more hazy with each breath.

Just a little... more. Turn the corner here and... there? There, I'm sure.

She did as planned, then missed the warning about the freshly mopped floor.

Mostly... Oh, I know where I am! There's a flight of stairs to the right! I can make that jump and descend faster!

She didn't. The slippery floor didn't allow her to turn right or stop herself, causing her to fall off the stairs...

Crap!

...and pin someone to the ground.

Oh my gosh! I hit something!

As she was lying there, head pressed against someone's chest and a leg between theirs, her thoughts managed to catch up with her short breaths.

Oh my gosh! I'm an idiot! Why Ae3803? Why do you always mess things up? Aaaargh, now not only do I have to deal with this pain in my arm and my recipient, but face this poor person and-

If she could finish the thought, the last word would be "apologize", but she couldn't because she raised her head to see the unfortunate individual.

It was him.

White blood cell!

His dark gaze wandered across the ceiling, analysing the latest twist of fate. The white hair revealed both of his eyes. He quickly collected himself and winced once he looked into her eyes.

"I, I'm... Red blood cell, I", he stammered.

They both seemed to have the same idea of increasing the distance between them. As Red propped herself on her arms, White tried to stand up. His hand accidentally brushed her thigh as he was unaware of it's presence. It made their position all the more compromising. Ae3803 blushed and started to look as red as her hair. She kept looking at the neutrophil underneath her. His eyes widened as U1146 wanted to say something, but ended up only blinking at her. His hand didn't move. No words came forth.

They just stood frozen in that moment.

Ae3803 felt her mind running at the speed of light and creating an incoherent thought pattern that would take a lifetime to decipher. Even though she stopped running her breaths remained shallow. U1146 wasn't saying anything and she looked for meaning in his eyes. She tried to find a line of thoughts to follow, an idea to express. In vain she looked for the smallest, the slightest rational thought.

Because it didn't help. Because she could only think of how beautiful his eyes were. How wonderful it was to be able to look at them for such a long time. How great it felt to blame this weird timeline they got swept into for overstepping boundaries. Why? Why did he-

Red flinched and her eyes stopped focusing at him. She looked at her hand to confirm her doubts.

It is wet! Oh, it smells like... tea?

The tea seemed to treat whatever virus befell her and she got up, unable to avoid contact with his legs and hand. Since she couldn't become any redder, she closed her eyes in embarrassment. White just laid there, unwilling to repeat the same mistake.

In that moment she wanted to run away. As far and as fast as she could. But she couldn't.

I should have said something. I should at least say something now. Come on, say something, before he does!

What was I thinking?

What if somebody saw us?

What if...?

"U-uhm, White blood cell? Are, are you alright?"

He slowly stood up. His hair returned to it's rightful place and the visible eye focused at the cup of tea.

"I'm fine, don't, ehm worry about me", a blink and a gulp, "Are you hurt anywhere?"

He didn't look at her to check. As if by order, or maybe a reprimand, he kept kneeling next to the tea. He looked more like an erythrocyte with each passing second.

"I'm fine! Great, really, I, I didn't get hurt anywhere!"

"That's... uhm, that's great! I'm glad you didn't get hurt'...uhm, I, you just be more careful next time."

"Y-yeah, I will."

"Somebody c-could get hurt if this happens again..."

"I know, my bad! Please, forgive me, please."

"It's alright, but it would be... I just wanted to warn you."

"I'm really sorry. I will get you a new cup of tea."

U1146 raised his gaze above the cup and used her box as the next object of his interest.

"You don't have to, I'm just glad that your box is intact."

"Yeah, me too!"

The conversation died and Ae3803 seized this opportunity to pick up her box and approached him. At that second, his eyes were cast upon her again. Despite being different, the gaze summoned every ounce of her will to stay calm. She wasn't sure how it appeared on the outside or how red she was now. U1146 was better than her in hiding embarrassment that now manifested itself in his rosy cheeks and rigid movement.

He scratched the back of his head.

"I will get the tea myself, thank you."

He rushed off in the direction opposite of her route. She tried to look at his eyes once he ran past her, but only saw strands of white hair.

"S-see you"

She looked at his back as he ran.

Look at me. Just once. Like that time.

He didn't.

Photographs found their place in an album. A certain cell that had seen everything smiled as he looked at them.

"Nice. Very nice."

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