I Dream Of Painting And Then I Paint My Dreams.

I dream of painting and then I paint my dreams.

I have been drawing since 2009, for me it was just a hobby, but with time I started to take it more seriously in 2014 and so far I have dedicated myself to what I like. As an artist I have had ups and downs from which I have learned both from my mistakes and my successes, I have improved as a person and drawing has been my comfort during all these years. I honestly did not think I would have progressed, but looking at my art from 2015 to now has made me think and I can only say:

"It was worth it, thank you for not giving up".

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Lazy Days

Word Count: 635

POV: Second Person

Commission for: myself

Note: again, this is an example of my writing. This is oc x cc and not reader x cc. Although it is not explicitly stated in the story, and could be read as reader x cc, it is ultimately not. This is just to show off my writing skills so I can get people to commission me by knowing my full range of capabilities.

You were exhausted when you arrived home with dark circles under your eyes and the way your shoulders drooped. March 7th had been dragging you around the Luofu in search of Dan Heng, who went to fuck knows where because he’s like that. Since it’s been a long time since Dan Heng had been on the Luofu, and it was bound to happen, he would wander off looking at how the Luofu changed. Then again, you also knew deep down that it was dangerous for him to leave alone, given his previous life history. So you went with March 7th to find Dan Heng so he wouldn’t get himself into any trouble (not like he’d start it anyway.)

You opened the door to your shared apartment with the General, the bags under your eyes ever present and the way your shoulders dropped. It was nice to come home and return to a reprieve after hunting down an ancient Vidyadhara who had wandered off. The smell of lavender and oranges filled the air, the same body spray that Jing Yuan uses whenever he’s in a good mood. He was home, at least that’s what you knew when you stepped inside; why else would the scent be there?

“Good evening, my love,” he called from the couch, tossing the book he was reading onto the table just before him. Jing Yuan wasn’t wearing his usual attire; instead, he opted for a loose-fitting shirt and gray sweatpants.

Jing Yuan had a relatively boring day doing paperwork and talking with officials on the Luofu. Sitting in the Divine Seat of Foresight all day isn’t exactly what anyone would call “exciting” or “fun.” It was better than dealing with the mara-struck people and the events leading to Phantylia. He’d rather take doing paperwork than overworking his body to exhaustion. Of course, there was training Yanqing, but unfortunately, he had come down with a cold and could not train.

“Hm,” you hummed, walking over to Jing Yuan, who noticed your tired figure.

He knew what you were about to do and reached out his arms as you lay on top of him, wrapping them around you as you lay on his chest. With your head tucked under his chin and your ear pressed firmly against his chest, you listened to his heartbeat. You remembered something about people being able to fall asleep to the sound of heartbeats because it reminded them of their mother. Well, in this case, listening to Jing Yuan’s heartbeat was able to lull you to sleep faster than any lullaby.

His arms wrapped loosely around you, one resting on the small of your back and the other running his fingers through your hair. He was soft and warm, like lying in the grass on a warm spring day. His arms would comfort you in the most terrifying storms, and his deep, reverberating, and sultry voice would lull you to sleep. Sometimes, he would tell you stories of his childhood, talking about the time he went to a festival with Jingliu—his Master—and made a wish or the time when he was teaching Yanqing and Mimi wanted cuddles. That was an eventful afternoon.

Right now, though, you were perfectly comfortable lying in Jing Yuan’s arms, listening to him ramble about his boring day. From doing paperwork at the Divine Seat of Foresight to meeting with some important officials from the Alliance, and even about Yanqing getting a cold, which made you a little worried for the boy. The way your body was pushed up against his as you both lay there in each other’s loving and warm embrace. The way his fingers lightly massage your scalp as your eyes begin to drift off.

If you could capture this moment in time and keep it like a picture, you would.

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Wei under the plum blossom tree

Isekai'd into the World of the Living

Word Count: 1950

POV: Third Person

Commission for: myself

Note: a prompt i made up after talking to a few friends on twitter. This is oc x cc work! If you do’t like it go away!

Prompt: Jing Yuan gets isekai’d into my world. That’s it

When the General went to bed that night he fell asleep quite soundly. Oftentimes when he comes home from the Divine Seat of Foresight he passes out on his bed, shedding any piece of armor he can until he’s left in just his sweatpants and shirt. His body was tired from the day's events, whether it be sitting in a chair all day or fighting some mara-struck beings, he was always tired by the time he came back home. The way he would have to drag himself out of his chair and walk home, his eyes droopy and slumped shoulders. Most in the office would get out of his way, knowing that if they tried to talk to him it would be useless and incomprehensible.

So when he laid down to rest, he was knocked out for the night. The way he would hug his pillow tight pretending it was another person for warmth and comfort. He was used to lonely nights, covered up in the sheets with no one to lay beside. Oh, how he longed to feel the warmth of another person. Bringing them closer to himself in his sleep, smelling the sweet smell of their scent in the morning, waking up to their figure still being there. Jing Yuan was a sappy person, he would admit that to no one though.

He opened his eyes, rolling out of bed and sighing to himself. The sun peeked through the room window illuminating everything in its path. Jing Yuan rubbed his eyes and rubbed his face, ready for another day of sitting in the Divine Seat of Foresight doing Aeon knows what. He yawned (quite loudly, the author may add) and stood up and stretched. He groaned and felt his hands hit the ceiling. Normally, he would be used to this. He’s a tall guy after all, but his apartment was suited and tailor made for him. His hands should not be hitting the ceiling.

He finally opened his eyes, seeing that this room was not his own. It instead looked like someone’s personal bedroom; the purple walls with various posters on them, the bookcase right beside the bed that seemed to be full of books he didn’t recognize, and a desk that had a dual-computer setup. He stood there for a moment, thinking for a second, remembering that he passed out in his own bed when he got home. Right? He didn’t accidentally wander into someone else’s home and fall asleep in their bed?

Regarding the bed, it was way too small for him. He doesn’t know how he slept on it, but he had a pretty damn good sleep on it. It looked like his legs would hang off the edge of the bed if he stretched out on it, and that his head would hit the headrest of the bed. Whoever did sleep on it must’ve been short. As he was thinking of all the possibilities the door opened (the door slanted downwards, making a rough sound as it opened) revealing a person standing there.

Jing Yuan, unsure of what to do, held his hands up. The person, on the other hand, clapped a hand over their mouth and looked at him with wide eyes. They stood there, unmoving for a second, before the person shut the door behind them quickly. They looked like they started panicking with the way their eyes widened and their eyebrows scrunched together and up.

“What…how…” they breathed out, “what the fuck are you doing here?”

“Excuse me?”

They started to shush him while flailing their arms around. “You!” they whispered. “You’re not supposed to exist here!”

“Again, excuse me?” he said, quieter this time.

The person sighed, before pulling out their phone. “I don’t know what this will do to the space-time continuum but look.”

Jing Yuan took the phone from their hands, seeing a game called ‘Honkai Star Rail’ appear on the screen. When he tapped to play it, the other person on the screen surprised him. It was of himself, dressed as he usually was. He could control him, do anything with him, and he stood there in awe at the little phone screen showing this to him. He must’ve been too caught up in watching himself because the person reached for their phone.

“You’re a video game character in our world,” they finally whispered, “you’re really not supposed to exist here. Wait…is this what they call a reverse isekai?”

Oh, right, that term. Jing Yuan knew what the term meant due to many of the kids on the Luofu watching certain shows and reading books. Isekai was a term that meant the main character was somehow teleported into a fictional universe, so if that’s what isekai meant then reverse isekai means…

“Oh,” he said finally. “So, now what?”

“First, you need clothes.” the person said, crossing their arms. “Unfortunately for you, there’s nothing that can fit you here.”

“Surely, there must be some sizes.”

“No, seriously, everyone in this house is under 5’9.”

That…was definitely a problem.

“I got a plan.” the person said, opening the door and closing it.

Jing Yuan sat on the bed, checking his own phone. He checked if he could send messages by texting Qingzu first. It didn’t take long for him to receive a reply back, “Sir, it is 1 am.” Welp, that answered his question. It was still the same time he went to sleep on the Luofu, meanwhile the day went by here. He wondered if he could ever get back home. How does one get isekai’d in the first place? Most shows and books that Jing Yuan read were by mysterious means. Could an Aeon be playing tricks on him?

The door opened again, revealing the same person, and they shut the door behind them. “Okay, so thank God my grandparents aren’t home, my brother is out taking that test, my niece is at school, and my mom is asleep. Come on. I’ll drive you to a mall or something.”

“I don’t think…” Jing Yuan started, before sighing. “You get what you get.”

“Hey,” the person said as they led him out of their room ducking under the door (what was this house made for small people or something?), “You’re not the one who has to drive an hour and a half to said mall.”

“I still don’t know your name.” he said, “I’d like to know it.”

“Kamski, but most call me Kam.” they said, opening the door to the outside.

It had been a long time since Jing Yuan had seen grass. He means real genuine grass. The grass on the Luofu was nice, but it was mere synthetic grass to make the ship look pretty. At the end of the day the Luofu was home, but it wasn’t a planet. He could smell the fresh cut greenery and the smell of the earthy tones—something that was rare on the Luofu with its purified air. He stepped down off the front porch and into the grass feeling it between his toes. The way it tickled him, the way it felt like a warm heartbeat of a living planet.

“Jing Yuan,” Kam called out to him, “what, never seen grass before?”

“Not entirely.” he said, making his way to the car and opening the passenger side. “The Luofu doesn’t have real grass like that.”

“Oh,” Kam said quietly, “that’s kinda sad.”

“You seem to live with a lot of family,” he noted.

“Not by choice. My mom had to move back in after my dad and her divorced,” Kam said, while starting the car, “and my brother and I don’t have the funds to move out. Plus, I’m disabled so I can’t live by myself.”

“No, I wasn’t saying it as a bad thing,” Jing Yuan said, as Kam pulled out of the driveway and onto the road, “it’s…oddly comforting. To see such a thing.”

“Again, that’s sad.” Kam said, “but if you see it that way then I can’t change your mind.”

It was a long and boring ride to the mall. Kam apparently lived in the middle of nowhere with nothing for miles and miles. At least in the Luofu there was stuff within walking distance, and if it was too far you’d take a Starskiff. Here, though, you drove to places. Kam explained to him that in this world ‘Paths’ didn’t exist, and that everyone here was normal. Long life species didn’t exist, and that space travel was miles behind compared to what the Luofu and his universe was.

The mall that Kam brought Jing Yuan to was in the middle of a metropolitan area. People buzzed by as they entered and exited the mall, some with bags full of stuff and others without. They looked for a parking spot and got out of the car, with Jing Yuan following suit. “So, you have to make this trek just to get clothes?”

“Nope,” Kam said, getting their wallet and walking towards the entrance of the mall, “just for you.”

There was a sudden jump in his heart that made the General’s ears turn red, but outwardly he looked fine. He had never had anyone care for him like this, especially someone that he just met. There was something endearing about the way that Kam was able to drop everything just like that and come to his aid. He had never felt this type of appreciation before. He closed the car door, cleared his throat, and followed Kam into the mall. Then there was a sudden realization that Jing Yuan remembered.

“Are you sure I’m allowed to be dressed like this?”

“A shirt and sweatpants? I’ve seen worse, and worn worse, on college campuses.”

“If that’s what you say.”

They went into the first store, which was just a simple brand of clothing store. All of the clothes were foreign to him, nothing like the clothes on the Luofu. They were so plain and ordinary to him that he didn’t know what he liked, but also so intriguing that this is what people wore in this world. Thankfully the store did have some shirts and pants that were in his size. Then they went onto the shoes searching for sneakers in his size. Quite frankly, Jing Yuan didn’t know what his size was. Since all of his clothes had been tailor made for him he had never had to actually know what his size was.

“You got big feet.” Kam said, before realizing what they said and a crimson blush showing across their face. “Forget that.”

After they got out of that store, Kam made Jing Yuan change into said clothes so they could walk around the mall without him worrying about prying eyes every single second. Reluctantly, he agreed, before changing out of his clothes and into the new ones, walking with Kam around the store to various other shops.

“Would you come with me?”

“What?” Kam asked. “Go with you where?”

“The Luofu,” he said, “home. Wherever that may be.”

“What makes you ask that?”

“You look…lonely.” he said, “I’m sorry if that offends you.”

“No,” Kam shook their head, “no, it doesn’t offend me when you’re right.”

There was a hint of sadness behind Kam’s eyes as Jing Yuan studied them closely. The way their eyebrows drew together and looked away from him. Like they were embarrassed that he was able to read them so easily, that he was able to see into who they really were. They had been trying so hard to keep up a front that they didn’t notice the mask had slipped. They took one final deep breath and looked up at Jing Yuan.

“I would love to.”