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Couldn’t find Skull Fortress, but I got this neat pic
While I’m normally about 1,632 miles from Badlands National Park, today I am now 62 miles from Badlands National Park.
Wily better square up, for every second that passes, I draw ever closer.
The three firebrands (and guests)- Incorrect Quotes Part 21
Avar: the moon looks beautiful, doesn't it?
Elzar, looking at Avar: yeah… but do you know what’s more beautiful?
Avar and Elzar in unison: [sighs] Stellan
Stellan: Are you sure this is the right direction?
Elzar: Certainly, I'm as sure as I am honest!
Avar: In that case, we're definitely lost.
Elzar: Avar, why do you have 32 written on your arm?
Avar: I have no idea. Maybe it’s some sort of code, or maybe it’s my age. Do I look 32 to you? Tell me the truth. No, you know what… don’t.
Stellan: Well if we wrote it down, it must be something important.
Avar: Hey we should write down other stuff that seems important so we don’t forget.
Elzar, writing on Avar’s arm: Yeah, okay. Um, well, hats.
Stellan: Hats, obviously.
Elzar: Obviously.
Avar: Okay. Ah, what else? I feel like there was…
Elzar: A number.
Avar: Oh yes! 32. Write that down too.
Drew on some shirts with a friend at an event today! Mine was super small so I took a better pic at home lol
After I think two months of not drawing, I return.
✨ Her ✨ She's consumed my thoughts /silly
Gray background and transparent
I forgot to sign it but I have been doodling and neglecting my responsibilities for far too long to go back and edit.
Do I know how to draw hats and hair? No. That's why my persona is a frog. But I tried my darndest!
And a version of my silly little doodles!
I definitely wanna draw her again sometime, after I have a proper warm up and don't just wing it, but for how, here I am, hehe!!
Miss Fiona belongs to @dreammeiser
heart can't lose [54]
PAIRING. lee haechan x fem!oc
WARNINGS. none
WORD COUNT. 1.3k
SUMMARY. fourth year pre-med student and neo university student council president, haechan lee does not have the time for relationships. instead, he focuses his attention on his studies and extracurriculars, so as not to disappoint his parents. that is until hera seo came along—and everyone starts to wonder if the university’s golden boy would finally let his heart lose
“MIND IF I join you?” Hera asked as she stepped out into the huge balcony on the second floor of the rest house, where Erin had been admiring the view by herself.
Erin smiled at her, shaking her head. “Not at all, feel free to join,” she said.
“Is there a reason why you’re out here by yourself?”
The older girl shrugged. “Just felt like it.”
“Nothing to do with… you know who?”
Erin snorted, shaking her head. “You can say his name, it’s fine.”
“I just happened to notice that you and Mark hadn’t acknowledged each other today, yet you both arrived at the same time this morning before we left to go here,” Hera said.
“It’s been like that with us since last year, so I guess I’m kind of used to it.” She let out a sigh, a sad smile on her lips. “But we don’t always ignore each other, you know? We live in the same house, so it’s impossible to just… not talk to each other, even for a bit, but most of the time… yeah,” she added.
“But prior to your official engagement, you two were okay?” Hera asked.
“Well—not really okay okay, but it wasn’t super awkward in our house back then,” she replied. “We argued a lot, since we both didn’t really like our situation, and we were still young, so being mad that we didn’t have a choice was all we could do, but there were good moments. Moments where it was just the two of us.”
Hera noticed how Erin was smiling genuinely as she remembered how her and Mark were back then, her eyes glazed over as she imagined she was back there again. Then, she blinked, shaking her head lightly as she chuckled dryly. “After the engagement became official, that kind of… made things all too real for us, so… uh… well, you can see how we are now, so…” she only shrugged, looking at Hera.
She smiled at Erin, bumping her shoulder to the older girl. “Sorry for asking.”
Erin chuckled. “It’s fine—but enough about me!” She perked, suddenly turning her whole body to face Hera, making the younger look at her with furrowed brows. “I heard you met Hyuck’s dad.”
“I—yeah. Accidentally, too.”
“How do you meet Yohan Lee accidentally?”
Hera was then reminded about the slightly awkward family dinner that she found herself in a week ago, making her shut her eyes and let out a groan.
She heard Erin laugh. “That bad?”
“It wasn’t bad,” Hera said, “it was just weird! I wasn’t really supposed to be there—no one was supposed to be home when we arrived there. Hyuck said they were on a business trip,” she explained.
“Okay, why were you going to their house, anyway?”
“We were supposed to watch a movie together—already had tickets, too—but he remembered he needed to get something from their house, so we went there, and his parents apparently cut their trip short, so, uh… yeah.” She shrugged, chuckling. “Both his parents were there, his mom insisted we stayed to eat dinner, and we never got to watch the movie.”
“And the dinner?”
“Really awkward,” Hera replied. “Don’t get me wrong, they were super nice to me, despite how intimidating they both were, but it just… felt like I was intruding?” She shook her head. “I don’t know. I don’t even know if his dad liked me.”
“I’m pretty sure he did.”
The pair turned their heads at the sound of Donghyuck’s voice, seeing him with his arms crossed while leaning on the frame of the entrance to the balcony.
Erin smiled as she looked in between the two. “Ah, I should leave you two alone now,” she said.
“What?” Hera asked, “Why?”
“I want to go on a walk around by myself,” the older girl replied, shrugging. “I’ll be back before dinner time, just text me,” she then added before waving at Hera and walking towards where Donghyuck was standing. “You’re welcome,” she whispered before walking past him, leaving the two alone.
“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to join me here?” Hera asked, raising a brow at him.
Donghyuck smiled, letting out a small laugh before he walked towards her, falling to a stop in the spot beside her where Erin had been standing earlier. They were facing different directions, With him leaning his elbows on the railings and looking ahead at the view, while Hera had her back against it, but her eyes were focused on the boy beside her.
“You know, my dad asked about you during Christmas,” he suddenly said, surprising Hera.
“He did?”
“Mhm,” he hummed in response, “Surprised me too, honestly. Most of the time, despite any occasion, he’d only ask about my classes, or my plans in the future.”
“What did he say?”
“He wanted to know if we were dating.”
“Oh?” Her eyebrows shot up at his reply. “And what did you say?” she then asked, looking away and crossing her arms as if to show that she wasn’t that curious as to what he said to his father.
(She was very curious.)
“I didn’t really get to answer it.” Hera’s shoulders sagged at that, eliciting a chuckle from him. “He immediately went on to talk before I could—which is typical for him, I guess? Although, this time it wasn’t about med school, or my studies.”
He finally took his eyes off the view ahead of him, turning his head to look at her, instead. “It doesn’t matter much if I decide to be in a relationship with someone, I was old enough to manage my priorities—to know my responsibilities. That’s what he said to me.” He shook his head lightly. “You know, I never thought I’d see the day where my dad would be okay with me adding another… non-medical related… thing in my list of priorities, but here we are.”
Hera laughed at that, while he only smiled at her. “Well, he’s okay with it. Are you?”
He paused, humming as he looked up and rested his chin on his right hand, as if he was giving it a deep thought. “I don’t know. Am I?”
She rolled her eyes, punching his arm playfully. “What did I say about answering questions with another question?”
“Oh—“ he narrowed his eyes at her— “you sounded like a teacher just now.”
“Shut up,” she muttered, rolling her eyes at him while he only laughed.
It was silent between them after that—a comfortable silence. Hera liked this—being comfortable enough with someone that she felt at ease just spending this moment of calmness with him, no words spoken.
Her eyes found his as she turned to him again.
Since when had they been this close?
She thought about how she had been looking at him for a considerable amount of time, enough for it to seem uncomfortable—but it wasn’t. Her eyes roamed his features, from his brown eyes that she almost found herself lost in, to his cheeks, then to his lips.
Her breath hitched as she looked back at his eyes, and had she been a second late, she would have missed how his own flicked down her lips quickly before meeting her gaze again. Noticing the closing distance between them, she closed her eyes and tried to turn away, but he was quick to pull her towards him, his hand resting on her cheek as if to tell her that this was okay.
“Hey, dinner’s—oh.”
Hera sprung away from Donghyuck at the sound of her best friend’s voice, while he remained in his spot, a flash of disappointment on his face before looking at the entrance of the balcony, where Jaemin was standing with his eyes wide.
“Dinner’s, uh, dinner’s ready,” Jaemin managed to say, pointing his thumb over his shoulder. “Chenle said we should all eat together,” he added.
“Right, uh, let’s go.” Hera nodded, making her way towards Jaemin and turning him around, pushing him out the balcony.
Donghyuck watched in amusement, a small smile on his lips before shaking his head and following after them. “Maybe next time,” he mumbled.
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Jaffe Road, Wan Chai, Hong Kong 9:46 PM, March 1978
“forgive yukching,” ho-yin says, “he doesn’t know how to present himself in front of women as beautiful as my family’s sunkwan, yet.”
his remark elicits a peal of laughter from his friends and a rosy warmth to seep into his younger sister’s fair cheeks. sunkwan nudges hoyin’s knee in a silent plea of please don’t embarrass me anymore, to which he responds with a slow, lazy smile. “and this, is my sister’s 好姐妹, heidi ng.”
“it’s so lovely to be able to meet musicians and artists from hong kong’s well-loved conservatory,” heidi drawls, buying herself just a few more moments to answer ho-yin’s question. i’ve been granted entry today is what she wants to say. “we both sang well and have high hopes of being selected by the company,” is what comes out, and the lie hurts. of the sixty-seven skilled singers who auditioned today, the company had given only her a contract. the rest of the results were to be announced in a week.
“congratulations, ladies!” ho-yin pours the newcomers a glass of whiskey each and bades them drink. sunkwan down her share swiftly, leaving only heidi to muse wistfully at her own. she regards the liquid with brevity—once, twice, thrice—before lifting and tipping the frosted glass to her lips.
a lady must never drink vodka, whiskey, or rum in the presence of strangers.
her glass returns to the cool surface of their table, empty.
wai-lam proceeds to light cigarettes for the newcomers, and for a moment, their group simply sits in a contemplative silence, smoking. “are you not going to take one, heidi?” sunkwan queries. “your father’s not here to nag you.” heidi looks up and peers at sunkwan, follows the tendrils of smoke that curl out from her slender fingers. her gaze flickers hesitantly between the two as if she’s trying to weigh her options.
as a child, her father taught her about public images and how the safest (and only) place for her quirks were deep inside of her. he taught her to trade play-time in sand pits for practicing cursive and authority for submission. she learned to retreat into herself in front of strangers and to grace them with charming smiles that she can never quite call her own, but how soon until your safe-home becomes a prison cell and your bed begins to grow manacles and chains for a spine? how long until you realize you don’t know where you start and where the image you’ve created for yourself ends? how long until you lose your identity altogether? she doesn’t like thinking about this because her answers always and only ever are: soon.
when the haze clears, heidi rises to her feet and with an imploring tug, gathers the coughing-fit boy beside her, yukching, to his unsteady soles as well. “i’d rather dance.”
“you’ll dance with me.” it’s not a question, it’s a statement. and softer, “won’t you?”
in this room, there are only friends, the light-hearted chatter and laughter that passes time between drinks and smokes, and a beginning she hopes is the real beginning.
father and his endless berating can wait until she returns home.
analyst
Next time I will be at VIECC Vienna Comic Con with my camera. See you there! ;)
"I don't know, I think I was pretty close to winning there."
"You're welcome any time you'd care to taste the bitter flavour of defeat~"
"It was fun."
Leo from FANTASIAN! I loved drawing this. He was really complicated to draw, and I might have (definitely) given him the wrong colour of jacket, but he still looks pretty good to me.
Peace, love, and a whole lot of darkness! ✌️
Filled in the gaps, i like the sketchiness of the old one but i think it looks nicer this way. Ill need to be more deliberate with my linework next time if i want more of like a muk affect on this guy, still love him tho. Getting this tattoo'd could be cool
Day 29 - Psychosomatic Bullshit