Sivan Has No Rizz Smh

Sivan has no rizz smh

Original post this is based on!

The one with the split colour hair is Sivan (any/all), who is a half orc/half changling and a bard/wizard multiclass, and the one with reddish brown hair is Vesper (they/them) who is a naga sorcerer. Sivan is my friend’s PC for the dnd campaign I’m running and Vesper is one of the npcs from his backstory and also her partner (in crime and also like in a relationship)

I just thought it would be fun to draw them as this lol

It’s late so obviously it’s time to have some Big Feelings

Sometimes I am too loud

And I put my foot in my mouth

I say something stupid

Play it off as a joke, it’s okay

But there is one thing that I have always had trouble saying

I’m not sure when I last said “I love you”

I think it, easily, and I feel it

But I can never form the words in a way that others can know

I’m sure I could write it if I tried

But it never feels right

I think the last time I said it

Was as a closing statement to a phone call

But I don’t think it counts

It’s too quick, too perfunctory

Half the time it isn’t even heard

Said too late to matter

I don’t know why I have such trouble with it

I want to but I can’t

So I don’t

And it’s upsetting, to me alone, sure

But I have enough frustration

To make up for for their lack

There are plenty of ways to show love

To make it known

So I employ those instead

Actions often speak louder than words

But even still

Words can be plenty loud on their own

I call myself a poet

Someone who can paint with metaphors

Weave rhymes to make a tapestry of syllables

And yet three little words allude me

Stuck on the tip of my tongue

The edge of my pen

I’ll blame it on the autism

I can’t believe that some stupid constellations stole my partner

Young wanderer, please tear your gaze from the sky

Look at me one last time, before I’m left behind

To wonder why I wasn’t enough

Why is it that the stars are your one true love?

You yearn for something always out of reach

What will it take to keep you here

Instead of searching for star formations

You are my light, my muse

The source of all my inspirations

Alas you are blinded by starlight

Summer evenings spent alone

Shooting stars taunting me

Young wanderer, please come home

I miss you dearly

I can see your stars so clearly

If only I was one of them

More people should know the language of flowers, it’s just really cool

You smell of rotting meadowsweet

Flowers withered and shedding

All of your sweetness has long since faded

All that’s left are dry stems and sharp leaves

Tangled in the the brambles you called home

When did plants become so jaded?

Botanical gardens have been ruined for me

All I can smell is decay

All I can see are the broken stalks and fallen leaves

Every plant reminds me of you

Each in a different way

Lavender from our late nights

Crocus when we kissed

I gave you forget-me-not

In return, you left me with foxglove and love-lies-bleeding

You are a daffodil

Sweet and terrible all at once

I must weed the garden and hope your seeds no longer take root

Hey, I’m Wil, I use any neopronouns (fae/faer, ve/ver, and it/its are the most common but you can go ham with whatever lol)

I write shitty poetry and draw some silly guys

I’m doing artfight this year, I’m Wildeirvane over there as well (go Team Stardust!)

Creeping creatures, crowns of clover

Sleeping magic, forest’s blight

Creeping creatures stalk the night

Crowns of clover, hope in vane

The growing blight will be your bane

Whispered breath and watching eyes

Nowhere safe, nowhere to hide