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The first kiss For one moment, time stopped surprise held me in its arms your lips playing on mine sweet and soft your cheeks and jawline soft against my touch your smell engulfing me lapping over me in soft waves life went on around us people dancing and music blaring through the speakers I didn't care what anyone thought of us I wished for time to stop there so that I could savor this moment forever Freeze this piece in time so I can keep it close and hidden away A safe place just for you and I
Lol, just a soft little moment. I wish this happened more. But I am not that lucky...
she lemony on my snicket until there is an unfortunate event
“Just remember. None of us have any idea what we’re doing either. No one chooses to exist. You just do. You’re gonna be okay.”
— Halsey
False Guilt
It’s easier to think,
That you are a monster born broken,
Rather than a human made flawed.
another inktober piece: The plague
day 4 of inktober: wip of a wreckage
to the sea
Take me to the sea. Where the air is crisp, and the smell of salt clings to it. Where the winds pull in the sound of the waves to the shore where I can finally hear them calling my name begging me to join them begging me to follow them into the deepest depths
Take me to the cliffs. where I can see the whole world in front of me with the deep sapphire sea stretching out to the horizon where it finally ends on the cliffs where the winds whip around me whispering those words of encouragement beckoning me to the edge telling me to take those last few steps To let those jagged rocks at the bottom welcome me home.
Take me to the forest. Where the trees swallow all the light leaving only the darkness to call my name inviting me to explore The air seems to be alive, swirling around me. Calling to me telling me to rest coaxing me to let the darkness and all the creatures in To let them devour me, control me. To guide me and welcome me home
mama don’t you know
Mama, don’t you know your little baby is sitting in their room? Crying their eyes out screaming for help Screaming for you to help them Begging for you to love them for who they are
Mama, can’t you see the way they're pleading? How their pleading for you to love them For you to finally tell them they're good enough For you to please noticed this once how much they need you.
Mama, do you ignore the blank stares and the emptiness? The way they wear barcodes on their body How no matter how much they try, they can't get you to love them
Mama, do you ignore all the blood and tears? Pretending you don't hear them crying out at night Acting like you don't notice the blood and bandages.
Mama do you spend your days looking for new ways to hurt them? You filled their heart with all your spite and hatred. Poisoning your little baby before they had a chance to grow Making them believe they were a weed Never let them be able to believe in anything else.
One of my daily poems, a task assigned by my creative writing professor
Not platonic, not romantic, but a secret third thing (the tragedy of a friendship so colored by romance)
A terrible secret
I hear a lot, about people young and old, scared they’ll never find someone who loves them.
I’m scared I’ll never find someone I love. I don’t…like most people. I’m good at socializing, I enjoy being in groups. I love talking to people I disagree with, or find distasteful. There is joy in meeting people who are nothing like you, and finding ways to coexist.
I think I’m broken sometimes. I like “Someone New” by Hozier, because I relate to finding awed love in strangers. I am equally disgusted, appalled, or bored by them. I hate how this sounds. I hate how it looks, staring back at me, pretentious words on paper or screen.
‘Poor little genius can’t get along with people.’
‘God, could you be more of a dick?’
‘What a fucking try-hard.’
I know what I sound like, I do. It doesn’t change it.
I’m tired. I’m lonely. I hope it gets better.
In madness and in magnetic beauty, in glory and in melancholy.
Tho you making a bad choice is the only hope I have of you choosing me.
Wish them healing—after I'm done fucking them up.
“Never wish them pain. That’s not who you are. If they caused you pain they must have pain inside. Wish them healing.”
— Najwa Zebian
Writing Notes & References
Alchemy ⚜ Antidote to Anxiety ⚜ Attachment ⚜ Autopsy
Art: Elements ⚜ Principles ⚜ Photographs ⚜ Watercolour
Bruises ⚜ Caffeine ⚜ Color Blindness ⚜ Cruise Ships
Children ⚜ Children's Dialogue ⚜ Childhood Bilingualism
Dangerousness ⚜ Drowning ⚜ Dystopia ⚜ Dystopian World
Culture ⚜ Culture Shock ⚜ Ethnocentrism & Cultural Relativism
Emotions: Anger ⚜ Fear ⚜ Happiness ⚜ Sadness
Emotional Intelligence ⚜ Genius (Giftedness) ⚜ Quirks
Facial Expressions ⚜ Laughter & Humour ⚜ Swearing & Taboo
Fantasy Creatures ⚜ Fantasy World Building
Generations ⚜ Literary & Character Tropes
Fight Scenes ⚜ Kill Adverbs
Food: Cooking Basics ⚜ Herbs & Spices ⚜ Sauces ⚜ Wine-tasting ⚜ Aphrodisiacs ⚜ List of Aphrodisiacs ⚜ Food History ⚜ Cocktails ⚜ Literary & Hollywood Cocktails ⚜ Liqueurs
Genre: Crime ⚜ Horror ⚜ Fantasy ⚜ Speculative Biology
Hate ⚜ Love ⚜ Kinds of Love ⚜ The Physiology of Love
How to Write: Food ⚜ Colours ⚜ Drunkenness
Jargon ⚜ Logical Fallacies ⚜ Memory ⚜ Memoir
Magic: Magic System ⚜ 10 Uncommon ⚜ How to Choose
Moon: Part 1 2 ⚜ Related Words
Mystical Items & Objects ⚜ Talisman ⚜ Relics ⚜ Poison
Pain ⚜ Pain & Violence ⚜ Poison Ivy & Poison Oak
Realistic Injuries 1 2 ⚜ Rejection ⚜ Structural Issues ⚜ Villains
Symbolism: Colors ⚜ Food ⚜ Numbers ⚜ Storms
Thinking ⚜ Thinking Styles ⚜ Thought Distortions
Terms of Endearment ⚜ Ways of Saying "No" ⚜ Yoga
Compilations: Plot ⚜ Character ⚜ Worldbuilding ⚜ For Poets ⚜ Tips & Advice
all posts are queued. will update this every few weeks/months. send questions or requests here.
love freely - E.C. - oct. 2020
Remember the 6 year old girl who was surrounded by Israeli tanks and the red crescent couldn't reach her? Her name is Hind Hamadeh. Here you can hear the phone call her 15 year old sister, Layan Hamadeh, made with the medics. She was killed exactly a moment later including all people in the car, except for 6 year old Hind who was stuck in the car with the dead bodies of her family, Israeli tanks and IDF surrounding her, shooting, preventing anybody to reach her.
That was last night (29.1.24). Today, still nothing. The fate of Hind remains unknown.
palestine red crescent ambulance team went to rescue her yesterday evening, but they have not returned as of now. We lost contact with them about 18 hours ago, and we still remain unaware of their fate and whether they succeeded in evacuating her or not.
Please, share Hind's story as much as you can on any platform. We need to know what happened to her. Put yourself in her place, how terrified she must be. Don't scroll past this.
This is Hind.
Crippling loneliness in the age of the internet:
"Why do people have to be this lonely? What's the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?"
~Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (1999)
Let me set the scene:
In a dark room, the only light is coming from the phone of a girl laying on the bed, as she mindlessly scrolls for hours on end. She is typing fast, she is running multiple apps in the background, she is listening to the latest hits while doing all of this, her earphones never leave her ears; even when she closes her eyes, she is still listening to a podcast. Despite all these activities happening around her. The girl looks bored and apathetic, her eyes are blank, no emotions, no thoughts. And for hours to come she stays in that state, waiting for something to happen, even if it doesn't, she doesn't care.
This could be the opening lines of a sci-fi novel but this is actually how I act when I am alone. This is how my life has become. And while people like to blame this on the internet that has made Gen Z mindless zombies; I think the only reason I haven't died is because of the internet. To normal people it's a curse that makes humanity fall to its lowest. To me it gave a purpose, a want and a direction to live for.
The Internet isn't the evil mastermind to me, it's a necessity that has kept me alive and not succumbing to the fact I have no one to talk with.
Internet to me isn't Instagram, Snapchat, Discord,Twi--X (someone stop Elon Musk from cooking), it's the "quirky" apps like Pinterest, Tumblr and Reddit as well as the depths of content that is YouTube. It's the places where I found "my" people who understood me, who accepted me, who appreciated me. Growing up I had no one to talk with, even my own family wasn't understanding, let alone my friends.
During my school life I had always been surrounded by friends or as I like to put it, people I can talk to and have lunch with during school hours. That's what it was, nothing more than that. My idea of friends was just different from others, I didn't want emotional connection or people to hang out with. I wanted friends who would listen to my ramblings and be able to debate and discuss things with.
I don't want to seem pretentious or snobbish and definitely not above others in any way. But....when I am surrounded by so many frustratingly stupid people, I don't have any other words to describe them than "not good enough for me". They may be wonderful people, who are warm and lively. I do not care about being around such people. I am someone that watches video essays on morality, ethics, philosophy and analysis of movies and TV, in comparison to the people I know I am just more perceptive and thoughtful and that alone makes me seem like a stranger to them (INTPs are weird in short form). My dad told me smart people have it hard to make friends because of this exact nature, I wouldn't call myself incredibly intelligent but I know I am far more capable in thinking than my classmates who watch reality TV shows and Tiktok dances. Sometimes I cannot even comprehend how people can even get satisfaction and happiness from something as simple as that and that's when I understand: it's okay to be different than that and it's okay that they are "normal".
I feel like I am Lain from "Serial Experiments Lain", as if my existence is given meaning by the internet and I was born from it. My lack of social interactions in person can be explained by that, but it's the thought of talking with other people that often scares me. I am used to being silent, so much so that even on the internet, I remain quiet, not interacting with people who might understand me. Being afraid of not being understood has stopped me from even trying to make connections when there's people ready to do that.
I don't even reply to comments on my posts, unless I have to and I don't talk with anyone on the internet itself. I just watch and be happy at other people's interactions and feel a sense of belonging.
For some days I decided to stop doing that, to stop the vow of silence. To let people approach me and approach others myself. I want to be friends and it's the only thing that I have ever considered as something I couldn't achieve.
Loneliness isn't as pretty as the movies and books tell you. It's more of a psychological thriller than a show like Euphoria and Skins where these stylised depictions make my depression and loneliness appear cool. It's cool to be alone, to have my own space and not cross boundaries but it's not cool to let the loneliness that shields me, devour me.
the beginning of a new artstyle wow this is so awesome
The Running Game
WC: 850-865
Part of the backstory for my oc Billy Bunzy Trander - The Rabbit King
This is wayyy before he loses his mind and becomes a 'possessed' cult leader.
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Billy had always loved running around, aimlessly and in circles. When he was a child, when he still knew and loved his dad, they would often go into the woods and play The Running Game together.
The object was to run in the largest circle you around someone without getting dizzy, then you'd chase after the other person and tag them, making them the runner.
Billy would win most of the time, because his dad would let him, even if he was a much better runner than him, being a grown up and all. After a couple if rounds they would saunter into town for a snack.
This was during those times when people like them weren't seen as unnatural or dangerous, when they could enjoy whatever they did after playing all day.
But one day, seemingly like any other; something, or maybe even everything changed.
Billy and his dad, then know by his last name 'Trander', we're finishing up their second round of The Running Game. Billy had won again, much to his dad's lackluster 'dismay'. It was decided that since Trander was the loser (again) he'd get to be the runner and would have to chase Billy.
Putting on a sigh and an air of defeat, Trander stalked around his son; twisting, turning, skipping and getting faster whist making his circle larger.
When he finally decided his circke was wide enough, he playfully pointed his hands at Billy, who had been paying very little attention until then.
They both snapped into place: Trander, the hunter, the predator, the Chaser; Billy, the prey, the Runner.
But, instead of going immediately after him like he usually would, Trander said,
"Hey, Bill, I'll give you 45 seconds of a head start. Show how fast my genes are, I wanna see you kick up sand and dirt, kid!"
The sweet, angel like child could only nod and giggle hysterically while running away, the opposite direction of his father. When he guessed about 45 seconds were gone (,which in reality was actually an entire minute, unbeknownst to the little boy) he ducked down, under and into a 'shelter'.
It was a large hollow-ish log that had fallen into some sizable rocks; just enough space for a small child or two to comfortably hide inside.
He sat and stayed there for a while, hearing the occasional shout of his name and yelps of unrewarded 'GOTCHA's and 'FOUND YOU's.
Trander could make three guesses about where his son could be. But even though he knew where he was, he made no effort to actually look for him.
With a sigh, he called out almost half-heartedly,
"Hey, Buddy... I know you're out here somewhere! I will find you!...... Billyyyyy! BIILLYYY!"
Trander looked towards the large log and noticed his child's light up sneakers. He sighed and nodded, jogging further to the opposite side of the woods, away from the areas where he and his child could be seen playing by other people.
Nobody heard of him after that.
Billy stayed under the log for 3 hours. Once he decided to get up, he noticed how close to evening and sunset it was.
He called out for his dad but got no answer. Running back to the front of the woods, he saw his mom and some people who noticed them go into the woods earlier.
He rushed to his mother, unsure of what was really happening.
Mrs. Trander: Where's Papa, Bunny?
Billy: I no no Mama. We were pwaying d-da winning game and I was hiding so well he couwdn't f-find me... I'm so-sowy, Mama.
To Mrs. Trander, this would now be the saddest day of her life. To see her child cry tears of fear and to hear that her lover had disappeared was the worst thing to ever happen to her.
The amount of tears shed in those weeks after searching high and low for Trander were enough to make a large pond look like a small glass of water.
Billy Bunzy never played The Running Game again.
For a long time, about, 4-6 years, Joseph Trander was never heard from again.
Search parties came up empty and this only helped stoke the fire of rumors that the Faye folk and people called 'Worshippers of The Craft' were on the rise.
Bunzy had unfortunately got caught in the eye of the storm or nonsense. He and his mother were believed to be the reason Trander went missing, that they somehow transported him to the Faye Realm.
Bunzy doesn't care for his birth name anymore; he trashed it just as his father trashed them.
Chase Me Until the Sun Goes Down
The Rabbit and The Wolf
- Ive never been fond to anyone like you. I've always heard that we're supposed to be mortal enemies.
- I guess that part will always be true.
- I run through the woods, thoughts scattered, my head held high.
- Up towards the clouds, on your hill
- the the peak of the plateau; an attestiment to your greatness.
- I have to scramble and crawl through the bushes and trees. The weeds of our little forest trip and tangle me like a writhing pit of vices.-
I feel your breath on my neck, there's no more time to waste. I'll show you how it feels to be hunted like me.
- I gather my warren, we move in the midst of the night.
- Somber and stoic, your eyes reflect into mine like pools of serenity.
- For you, for us; I'll surrender myself completely
- just to look into those eyes for the rest of eternity.
- I've never been fond of anyone like you. - I've always heard that we're supposed to be mortal enemies.
- But what if I don't want that to be true?
- Secretly, it always amazes me that you'd stand before me, head held high to the moon, eyes come back down to me like stars to the ground.
- How could anyone ever see something bad about you?
- I stalk to your side - a glare - a warning - how do i go about this?
- Noontime is when the rush feels highest- and thats when our little chase begins.
- Through the woods, and across thw meadows, past the odd geometric trees and their shiny barriers,
- i would run around the world with you if i could,
- you dont seem to mind.
- and then, when the sun finally seems to be losing the war with the nighttime sky,
- I'll decide to stand on my own little platea
- the peak of all my glory
- And I'll turn to stare at you.
- I hope you feel my eyes in your soul, the eseence and the very core of your being.
- I'll stand good on my hind legs so you can take a deep look at me;
- The glisten of my fur, the red of my eyes, the sharp of my feet.
- Then, and only then will you see the wonderous mess of the world we made.
- And after, we'll settle down and nestle in a great slumber
- And we'll dream of a day where you catch me,
- And that will be the day I finally tell the truth,
- the truth of my being and why i run into the sun with you.
Urban Concrete
Don't Trample My Heart
Noon
Noon is the time at which All traffic slows down and Simultaneously speeds up
The beat of my heart The push of my blood The flow of my breath
My entire being lives for you.
Rumble
The rumbling of many feet It's no longer noon, the beating quickens, the push is harder, My breathing becomes faster....
I gave it to you dropped it
Shatter.
You didn't even try to pick it up.
You walked over it and invited others to do the same.
You walked over me and my heart lay shattered at my knees.
The noon is over. It is now 6 hours till morn.
I lay shattered like heart
The rush is no longer. My love shant wander.
But noon. Ticks closer
I pick up the pieces bandaged and bleeding
I sit I lie I sob
I put broken peices together
My heart won't be trampled again
Urban Concrete
Picnic in a Dystopia
. . .
Step into the light
And onto my eyes.
Admire these cloudy, ugly skies.
AJ says we're gonna have a picnic
"It'll be good for your lungs since you've last
been sick."
Step into the light
Step into my smile.
Cars and people
The only advertisements for a mile.
I've been so tired from all of this work lately,
But we're gonna have chicken
And talk about having a baby.
Step into my heart
Step into the light
We just passed the 'Museum of Really Old Art'
And this time we didn't fight.
My phone says we're close now
Only 15 minutes away
Its gonna be so nice
Enjoying this ugly, yellow day.
Step into the light
Step onto my eyes
And I wonder
"Back then, fish never flew in the skies...
Right?"
To the High Priest Cadion,
With all of the love of the OtherBeings, we hope you make it to the wedding of R. Darciest P. II and Elyrssa H. Kriftssues. We miss you very much.
...all of us.
But, moreover... how are you feeling? Are the views of the Hazel River as beautiful as they say? Are the people of Diordian nice? Have they treated you well?
Arleen isn't happy, she wants to know what you're doing, who you're with and where you are..... and frankly, I do too.
It's been many, m a n y, months since your last report. It's been WEEKS since your last letter! Are you okay?
I know you told me not to, no matter what, but I've sent some health-men to make sure you're alright.
I've missed you everyday since you've left for your annual spirit journey. And I've missed you even more since your last letter when you told me that you were going to stay in Diordian for an extended period of time.
All I can hope for is that you find your spirit again, and hope that the OtherBeings keep you safe, and then some.
With all of my love for anyone in the world,
Second High Priest London §
*<3*
The answer was as simple as that. Mork was incapable of threatening this friendship the more they spend time together.
The more they spend time together, the more fearful he was of his feelings, knowing well one wrong move would pull Pi several steps back that he took his time taking.
Especially after knowing how hard it was for the latter to trust people. They had a rough start all because he couldn't talk in truths. He still wasn't when he told Pi he was a friend every time looking at those round eyes and soft cheeks.
He couldn't put what they had at risk for something he wasn't sure about.
And that was the reason precisely why he pushed every thought of leaning closer when they were only inches apart. Because no matter how close he wanted to lean in, he had to step away before things get out of hand.
Sometimes it felt so pointless, as if the possibility of them getting together was a fading light at the end of a tunnel.
Some mornings he woke up thinking all about those 'What If's' he couldn't answer himself.
Other time there was a sudden urge to shove all his secrets inside a box and lock them away for good because at this point, being friends was way better than loosing Pi in any sort of way.
When he could feel Pi's warmth and wanted nothing but wrap his arms around the latter, forming a shield to hide him away from this cruel world.
Or the way his intrusive thoughs won over his self control on his weak days as his traitrous hands would make their way to fix that one strand of hair falling over Pi's forehead just right to poke him in the eyes.
They way his figures twitched to reach out and wipe the corner of his mouth when he messily ate something.
And these little feeling would erupt every time he saw Pi doing something as trivial as taking food to his table. Or simply sitting side by side studying. Or replying to his text. Talking about his shitty day.
To the point it would travel all through his body like crackling electricity, make his fingertips tingle until he had to remove himself from close proximity of Pi.
Keep his thoughts at bay, in the dark, whenever he felt words flowing inside his brain.
Swallowing bits of the acidic feeling when he would slip up and reveal the truth.
How could he so obvious and Pi be so oblivious.
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A bit angsty.
A bit of slow burn
We all love these little guilty pleasures.
My Book-'Levitating Towards You' on Ao3, more refined and edited.
A bit angsty tags_
#One-sided enemies to friends to lovers
#Slow building romance
#Emotional hurt
#A bit depressing
#Dark thoughts happen at some point
#Feelings denial
#Triggering subjects
#Past traumas
#Unhealthy coping mechanism
#Mild mention of bullying
But it also has_
#Humor
#Satire
#Fluff
#Sarcasm
#Happy ending
#Healthy relationship building
#Enemies to Friends to Lovers
#Stupid cheesy flirting
#Eventual stupid but iconic confessions
#Developing feelings
#Mild sexual content
#Sloppy make out
#Drunk shenanigans and confessions
#Declaration of love
#Domestic shit happens out of nowhere
#We have side couples? Maybe
#Mentions of other Bl series in between as other characters make cameos!!!
#Everyone is gay- Yuppie!
My writing isn't the greatest but I try.
Please consider reading it.
I really need the motivation.
'Do we really know the truth behind someone's lies? Is it fair to lie to someone you care about because of your own fears?'
"Do we really know how to differentiate between Romantic and Platonic Love? Should we? Could we?"
'Is it alright to want someone who looks so far, out of reach?'
So many question. So many answers....
Ao3 account-Paint_the_sky_18
Art by me from The Untamed Wangxian
I might post drawing on BL couple sketches and drawings.
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(The above cover is designed my me, please do not re-post anywhere.)
I write multi-fandom One Shots and Single books on BL couples. Follow me on Wattpad to read and request.
Username-@JeonLalisa2323
Name is Sam🌈
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I am on AO3 by the username-Paint_the_sky_18
MY book-'Levitating Towards You'- is out on Wattpad. The username is-@Jeonlalisa2323
I go by the name- Sam🌈
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I am also on AO3 by the Username-Paint_the_sky_18. This story is posted there too.
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Trailer-
"𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘬, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦?"
"𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘐 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘗𝘪? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮. 𝘐𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘰. 𝘉𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦."
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'𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘦𝘵?'
'𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴?'
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'𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘐 𝘢𝘮. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘈𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨."
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"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦....."
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"𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩. 𝘋𝘰 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘩? 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦."
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"𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘐𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦."
"𝘐𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦? 𝘈𝘮 𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵?"
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🖤It's inspired from that BL series 'Fish upon the sky ', but with my own fanfiction story. You are welcome to read as it's my first book and let me know what you think.
🤍If you want to see BL couple sketches made by me, follow me.
I finally finished drawing this Jellyfish art piece!
