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A birthday gift for a friend! I love her tons and hope that she likes it.
This is acrylic on watercolor paper- I’m really happy with the bubbly style but I kinda wish that the text was more centered. Have a beautiful day!
CW: uhh...this shits kinda sad ngl, death, details of injuries and said death, swearing, dont think there's anything too bad but let me know if there is
The day was bright as you lay in the field, the grass swaying softly against your face, exhausted from the day spent running around, completing errands for the villagers and then proceeding to goof off with simon. Simon, who was currently beside you in the cool blades of grass, your pinkie fingers hooked together, too embarrassed to properly hold hands. You both speak soft promises into the sky above, the blues and pinks of the lowering yet still bright sun being covered by the patchy pattern of leaves from the tree that you and Simon had taken shelter under, being the witness to your words.
The two of you began your daily walk back, all laughs and jokes, smiles and subtle flirts.
"hah! you should have seen the fruit stall owner! the way he was chasing after me just for a simple apple."
Simon recounts his adventures of the day before you had met up for the afternoon. You sigh playfully at your thief of a friend.
"honestly, si....what am i going to do with you, hm?"
Simon smirks, loving the sound of your nickname for him on your tongue, the way you shortened his name sounded so much better than the harsh way that everyone else says it. He's about to make a crude comment most likely but you both get interrupted as you see flames and hear the distant yet deafening cries of the fellow villagers that echoes through the once peaceful afternoon.
The two of you run, as fast as you could, desperate to help, lungs burning as they frantically search for oxygen in the thick smokey air. You frantically search for your family, friends or anyone who could explain this sudden chaos.Y
Through the smoke of your burning village you and Simon come across a group of men holding torches, wearing odd metal masks, armed with blades, arrows and spears, things you'd hardly seen before in the shelter of your peaceful village. Though you both knew that it could be nothing good.
You pause, never having been in such a life threatening situation before, your instincts and common sense weren't quite up to par and why should they be when all you've known was peace, the only chaos was when Simon stole something from the market.
"um...escuse me gentlemen? Do you know-"
Your polite and timid words are abruptly cut short as they shoot an arrow, the metal tip barely missing your widened eyes and instead causing your cheek to bleed. You were frozen, you felt like crying, being sick and running away all at once. The overwhelming feeling of having danger so suddenly thrown in your face. Luckily for you, Simon managed to snap out of his own trance, grabbing you tightly and pulling you along.
"come on! we need to go!"
You run to the forrest in hopes of losing the men, weaving through the old and and sturdy trees, memories of the times you and Simon would spend hours up in the branches briefly flash in your mind before being promptly tugged again by Simon to the side, your eyes catch a glimpse of the spear that had just about missed your head.
The heavy breathing of you both echoes through the darkening forrest, your warm breath creating clouds of vapour in the air, your lungs sting with the sharpness of adrenaline and exercise.
The strange men clad in metal and weapons can be heard, their chasing relentless, voices yelling at each other to guide more of them towards you. It goes silent for a few minutes, the only noise in the seemingly empty forrest being you and Simon's heavy breathing which you both desperately tried to quiet.
You and Simon turn to each other, a smile of relief on both your faces. You were finally safe, you began to think of all the ways to save the villagers, maybe you could find a nearby lord? Or maybe they'd just leave on their own?
But it doesn't take long until everything around you seems to go dull, that relief you felt just moments ago going cold, as you watch the spear tear through Simon's chest, the cracking noise of sharpened metal breaking bones and flesh of the man you adored embedded in your memories forever. You fall to the ground with him, almost as if you had been wounded yourself. The strange men seemed to believe so anyways as they left, not even checking if you two were dead, almost like this whole thing was just for their own sick enjoyment, enjoying the pain of families watching each other die, their only relief being the hope of seeing everyone in the afterlife.
As you fell to the floor everything felt dark, dull, an empty feeling of loss covered you. The moss on the forest floor was cool against the heat of your living body. You could see the way his eyes were fading, that beautiful brown that made you think of nature and warmth, going a ghostly grey. Your hands grasp onto him.
"no...no,.no, no... si! Please dont, you have to stay with me. Im begging you! I cant be without you...si, please"
A tight feeling in your heart takes away the rest of your breath, you can't speak properly anymore, only managing garbled pleas as if that would save the dying man in your arms, as if that would get rid of the spear in his back that pierced through his chest. Through your begging you still couldn't manage to utter those three words that you'd both been hanging off the edge of your tongues, those three words that was so obvious between you yet because they were never spoken neither of you dared to go further than friends.
The trees suddenly felt like they were watching, mocking you for your feeble love, laughing at how easily he was dying. They loomed over you, the bark twisting into cruel smiles as you begged Simon to stay with you.
He tries to brave a smile, barely breathing as he gets out his final words.
"god....I love it when you call me that"
And with that you saw the playful light drain from his eyes, that oh so beautiful brown gone pale.
You cried, you don't know for how long but you remember seeing the sun disappear in the corner of your eye more than once. As you cried your grip on Simon's icy body only got tighter, as if you could transfer your warmth to him to bring him back.
Beast mode Poseidon! Y'all...... How did my hand draw this???
this may be a stupid question but logistically speaking if Janet dies/gets killed/yada yada in Maddie’s body is she zoinked back to Split River since that’s where she as her original person died bc ghost boundary or is she now bound to the area that she as body possessing Maddie died?
(check tags for my thoughts)
Ngl, I hope we see him wearing glasses like these in season 7
I am returning to the Wild Kratts Fandom and I bring you this:
This is an alternate version/design of Zach Varmitech I had in my mind. I also added some tryout sketckes! You can't tell me he doesn't look good with Glasses. Christ I still love this character as much as I did before, possibly even more now too.
Still stuck on Season 3 so I really don't know what is going on in the show right now (But I know that I already don't like Paisley Paver)
The way this fandom is:
70%: In denial. No, they totally lived. Nobody’s dead! But they definitely have some trauma/injuries so angst fest! Yay! (But still alive.)
10%: Some of them got out alive, right…?
9%: Nah, not going to get into that. Instead, here’s a wonderful backstory!
1%: Nope, they definitely died. Let’s see what their thoughts were as they died a horrid death!
Do you have any reference photos of how you imagine Atsushi and Dazai's tattoos to look like?
can't wait for the next update!! :)
Ooooh I sure do! The story has only briefly touched on the tattoos up to this point and I have a scene planned that will go into further detail of them but since that's not in the near future I'll give you guys the scoop lol
(Spoiler warning, just in case)
A flower none other than the red spider lily :D
And Dazai and Atsushi aren't the only ones that have one! They all have different variations depending on their tastes.
Dazai has the "messiest" looking one, something like the picture on the left. Atsushi's looks like the one on the right.