Dwoality2123 - Dwoality

My entry for raiden fanart contest is on twitter

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Little sketch here to try out Sketchbook and get the hang of it

WILDEST DREAM

Say you'll remember me.

Say you'll see me again,even if it's just in your wildest dream.

I haven't abandoned this story. I just put it on the back burner for now. The story is just on a small vacation. It is currently out of office. It can't come to the phone right now. It just fell under my bed to sleep with the monsters. It never left my head. It is everywhere - except on paper.

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My hair is desperate.

It curls in on my face, my curtain bangs swoop in. Windy, rainy, sunny, no matter when, my hair always cover my face. With or without my consent. It's desperate. It's desperate to hide my face.

It doesn't matter if I tie my hair back, hair would always fall down to face; my hair would curl inwards until it stabs at every inch of my cheeks, my nose, my forehead, my eyes.

My hair feels desperate.

Desperate to hide my face.

I wonder if my mind had grown to hate my face so much that even the dead cells of my hair are desperate to hide it. To stab it like they're needles that can change my face with enough attacks.

My bangs feel desperate to hide my eyes. As if it knew it were the windows to my soul and it wants to hide it, to let it live and disappear in the shadows of them, of my bangs.

As if it was so ashamed of my soul, of me, that it would try to hide it at all cost, at any time of any given day. From the moment I wake up, it will fall to cover my face. And from the moment I sleep, it'll fall down to cover my face already shadowed by the darkness of my room.

My hair is desperate.

And ashamed.

Why is no one writing a fanfic about Su-ho reading all of the messages that Si-Eun left when he was in a coma?

(I headcanon that Teiko students are from well-off or wealthy backgrounds because Teiko is F A N C Y. Also, redeemed Haizaki.)

Kagami: So, all of you and your family are rich?

Kuroko: Yes, Kagami-kun.

Kagami: *looks at Haizaki* and you're working how many jobs?

Haizaki: Two.

Kagami: And you?

Kise: I work as a model.

Kagami: You?

Kuroko: I part-time in the library.

Nijimura: I work three jobs.

GoM: Nijimura-senpai!?!?

Kagami: Who the fu—

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Kagami: Okay, but, like, why?

Nijimura: We're all mentally unstable and need money for medication, that shit expensive.

Akashi: Does not work, unfortunately.

Midorima: What a waste, nanodayo.

Aomine: Who wants to drink meds, anyway.

Momoi: Dai-chan! You need medication.

Atsushi: I don't think that'll help his missing braincells or any of our health...

Kise: I think we gained immunity.

Nijimura: I need those medication to deal with life, dammit.

Kuroko: We all do.

Haizaki: I don't think we gained immunity. I think we're just that bad...

GoM(Momoi + Nijimura + Haizaki): . . .

Nah.

Kagami: What the fuck you mean "nah?" Yes. Yes, you are.

He looks like he’s about to body roll and I can’t unsee it 😭😭

Mirror-Me

My distorted reflection stares into my soul.

Does it see how it breaks me apart?

Does it see how cracked I am,

Chipped with crumbs of myself falling out?

A brewing abyss settles deep into my chest;

It swirls with loathing and malice,

Darker, more malevolent than a lonely night sky.

I stare into my reflection, despairing.

What are those? I ask,

Staring onto the lines that crease my skin,

The too big limbs I possess,

The slight fat I see under my chin.

I stretch my skin, smiling.

The creases smoothen,

I smile and it returns.

I frown.

I stretch my skin,

Adoring the way my limbs become slimmer.

My reflection stares, almost approving.

Until it all returns and it looks at me with disgust.

I turn away,

I grab pieces of cloth,

I pull it over my blemished skin.

I must cover up.

It's the only way.