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music for your moods part 2
a live band is playing in a bar, you haven’t slept for two days we aren’t strangers when we hold champagne chutes in our hands white bedsheets and spilled hair the lights casted on the ceiling are spinning just as we are the 10th person i’ve slashed my sword against theres a big tree in the middle of the room windows rolled down, sharp sting of the wind against my hands here comes… another one of them locked in with moving rides and flickering lights part 1
ok but like when did self-sacrifice become synonymous with death? writers seem to have forgotten that people can make personal sacrifices for the greater good without giving their lives. plots about self-sacrifice and selflessness don’t always have to end in death. suffering doesn’t have to be mourning. you can create drama and emotional depth on your show without killing everyone. learn to explore the meaning of living rather than dying
If you're an artist looking to diversify your faces:
click this link
draw whomever you get
don’t worry about making it super-accurate, just focus on the characteristic parts of the face and have fun
the outcome might not look like the ref, but it will be different and more varied than faces you draw out of your head, an dprobably pretty rad on its own right!
feel free to reblog with your drawing, if you want!
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Im doing this trend
Go ahead, any character
I'll do my best :]
YANDERE KNIGHT X COMMONER READER
🗡️ you were child hood best friends simple commoners he was the blacksmiths son and you a simple farmers daughter.
🗡️you grew close after he saved you from some other children who were trying to throw rocks at you . he saved you (but he got a broken nose )You were grateful and followed him everywhere since then.
🗡️you would tell each other secrets and dreams.
🗡️however you had too move because of your mothers illness your farther sold the farm and brought a house in the great city instead.
🗡️you had cried so much you threw up and your best friend also shared in your tears.
🗡️his goal then became to meet you again an unhealthy obsession starting to bloom in his mind and heart.
🗡️at the age of sixteen a Great War began asking for all those who could fight to enter the battlefield.
🗡️he of course to the opportunity and if he made it out alive perhaps the gods would grant him a chance of seeing you again.
🗡️once the war ended he was full of scars littered with them he had also gained a whole lot of muscle at the ripe age of 18 the war ended and he was given a chance to be given a reward at the great city.
🗡️as he strolled into the great city he kept his eyes wide looking for you but you were nowhere to be seen.that is until he sees you cleaning the floors at the palace.
🗡️suddenly all his anger and pain had disappeared and only his deep unhealthy love with you left.
🗡️he started to meet with you more frequently bringing you flowers and baked goods. Telling you stories and everything in between that you had missed.
🗡️eventually winning your heart he proposed your wedding small and humble but his vows were not so they were full of passion and obsession.
🗡️once you are married he moves you too the countryside again however you find the sinister truth of your new husband.
🗡️your past lovers items caked in blood after they mysteriously disappeared long disturbing love letters and items you thought you lost.
🗡️you can’t escape him now you are in the countryside plus even if you did he has friends everywhere after the war friends that owe him.
🗡️he wants that dream that he dreamt of when he was only eight years old of you and him married and happy.
🗡️he would love to have a family with you if you can’t biologically don’t worry there are plenty of orphans to take in.
🗡️he is obsessive and unhinged but only unhinged to others he can’t punish you and your punishes are usually just leaving you alone until you beg him to stay.
Thank you ❤️❤️
Plus, people always forget that one of his greatest strengths is his resourcefulness, like in the dalgona game. And in the final game his move with the sand, which is always 🤌💋 Chef’s kiss to me.
sometimes i see people saying that gihun has no physical prowess and wouldn't hold his own in a fight. and yeah i agree up to a point.
gihun has no training, that's true. but he fights dirty.
i think we all collectively forgot that gihun bit a chunk out of sangwoo's ankle during their fight.
he didn't just bite him, he bit through him. he literally spits out a piece of sangwoo's skin like 😭
AND he got stabbed three times and kicked in the face and strangled, and still he literally pulled the knife out of his own hand to use it against sangwoo.
that doctor pulled his tooth out with no anesthesia, and gihun cut out a tracker out of the back of his ear.... that's an insane pain threshold 😭
yes, inho would ultimately kick his ass with his cop training but gihun looks like the type to dig his thumbs into someone's eyes if he's cornered and scared.
Zodiac incense sticks.
I feel unsteady, like my mind.
Rosé wine is sweet with such a pretty color. Every night there's a glass of it on the table accompanying me while I'm taking a bath. I've definitely got everything I need at night. Jeff Buckley's voice soothes me deeply, helping me to relax my body in the warm water. As a matter of fact, when I'm at this time of the day I don't think of anything at all, really. So even now I close my eyes and start dreaming.
My baby boy has come to me, opening up to me and confessing every single problem he has to me.
I'm waiting for him with my arms wide open. He lays his head on my breast and starts silently whimpering.
I just love it when he cries in my arms. I love it when he is vulnerable in front of my eyes, in my presence. Because, it's me he seeks help from. And I am always here to give it to him. What can a woman do when her man comes back home destryoed from the army?
I don't cook for him. In truth, I don't even know how to properly cook. That's a long story for another day.
Without him having gotten in our neighborhood, I just feel his presence. I immediately get out of the hosue and wait for him at my frontyard. I look at his car from afar. I listen to the sound of his car and just that brings shivers to the back of my neck. He sees me waiting for him and impatiently speeds up his pace.
Oh, how much he has changed.
He stops his car in front of me and rapidly gets out of the car. He comes up to me and looks down at me. I study his face and his body. I inhale his musty, masculine perfume. What a bliss that brings into my belly. I instantly got the heebie jeebies.
Looking up at him I notice that he's got tears in his eyes. All my nervousness disappears and I wrap my hands around his body.
I could never get tried of his affection. Or of his beautiful voice. Or of his body. Of anything really.
This is never over.
Thank you for reading this. I'm really grateful of my inspiration that always comes from Jeff Buckley, Jim Morrison, Nirvana or Aerosmith. It is really hard to write sometimes because I've had too many ideas lately and I didn't really have the guts to organze them. But, I tried nonetheless.
hope you enjoyed this!!!!
K.M.
Redesigned old pony oc from when I was 12
Liking character is fun until you think about them and you just have to stare at nothing for a few minutes because of how tragic
And mauybe you are almost crying but you are having fun
Attempted to draw some Nosks, but ended up getting sidetracked drawing Caramel's sisters instead so that's the post now
Am trying to make a Wings of Fire picrew but got caught up in making a new character and designing her mom
