The flowers are jealous of you, baby.

Welcome to my art blog! • Here you can find fanart • loose sketches • talk about my art journey :) • On my main blog I mostly talk about KAJ!

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Changing drawing platforms is so frustrating, because I'm just now realizing how much work I need to do to find the same features and how to use them the same way I did on my previous platform. I miss my shortcuts. I miss the flow of drawing when I knew where everything was and how I could improvise and play around with different features.

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I'm at the point of a drawing where drawing the face could determine the quality of the whole piece. I'm scared.

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My pencil drawings are smudging noooo

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I WANNA DRAW BUT I'M HOME LATE AT NIGHT AAHHVS

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Hello

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I'm thinking about drawing Kevin. To be honest, when am I not thinking about him..? But just his lines, the shape of him, the proportions. How his reddish-brown jacket runs smoothly along his body, making his shoulders more angular, thinning his arms, the shirt under him peeking from his chest/neck and the sturdy part wrapping around his wrists, completing the whole image. How his jacket reaches to his thighs, slipping away from the middle with one button.

And don't get me started on the trousers. Women's trousers. Brown, wide legged from the botton, flowing with movement, long, few pencil strokes that can go lower and lower, never really having an end to it. The trousers thin upwards. Wrapping around his thighs, feeling the fabric hugging every single bit of skin so smoothly. They show everything as skin-tight as it can. Every muscle, every curve, you can see the rectangular body type used in drawing. And how it's visible in his thighs. And ass. And hips. Mh.

And his hands... I want to start a collection with the way he holds his hips. You know the one with two fingers, rest curled loosely towards his palm, his thumbs resting on the jut of his hipbone that's under all the fabric, his jacket, his trousers. The fingers don't need to press tighter against the clothes to show what's underneath.

His outer form is so addicting. I could stare and study it for hours. Every line that connects with each other, every curve, every texture, every colour. How it all comes together. How his jacket flows around him, moving on the flat body that is all tensed muscle as he moves.

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Day 2: Flower

Kielo, Lily of the Valley, Finland's national flower.

Elegant and humble in its beauty, just like the ung mö from Gambämark.

Her every move mimics the petite curve of the flower, captivating every pair of eyes that are lucky enough to see her dancing through the village. Just like the flower, she spreads happiness and good luck wherever she goes, her melodic humming reaching the listener's heart and leaving that sweet scent of a Kielo behind.

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Week 10: Win

This took longer than I had imagined, but I don't regret it at all! I loved to draw this from the start to finish. Drawing Jakob's face was a bit scary but... look at him... I've also found a way to draw hair, and this was very satisfying!

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Here are some sketches of Jakob with variying quality throughout these months I've known him! Did I plan to post this on his birthday? Maybe. But lets just say that I am fashionably late. Don't mind that one sketch in the middle, I just... well (oh hello there, to whom does that waist belong to...? It was next to the first one. I can't stop staring at it. And don't mind the ung mö right below this text either...).

I'm a little sad that in this last one the space ends right above his head. I'd have loved to draw his hair...

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I can't believe that I forgot my favourite Jakob doodle that I had thrown to the trash... It was on ett kvitto so that's why it was in the trash, I'm sorry Jakob.

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Here are some sketches of Jakob with variying quality throughout these months I've known him! Did I plan to post this on his birthday? Maybe. But lets just say that I am fashionably late. Don't mind that one sketch in the middle, I just... well (oh hello there, to whom does that waist belong to...? It was next to the first one. I can't stop staring at it. And don't mind the ung mö right below this text either...).

I'm a little sad that in this last one the space ends right above his head. I'd have loved to draw his hair...

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All of these proportions in my drawing ARE OFF. I usually get them correct quite well but with this one I haven't concentrated at all

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They are so silly that I couldn't help but draw them

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I had this idea in my head, and I was obsessed with the concept. But as I started writing this, I realized that it didn't really turn out how I had imagined it. This might not be my best work, but I decided to post it in case someone else enjoys. :) (And to fill two prompts for 53 weeks of KAJ, too.)

Word count: 991 Rating: General Audiences Relationship: Kevin Holmström/Axel Åhman Additional Tags: Soft, Morning, Sleeping, Sharing A Bed, Feels, Established Relationship Summary:

"It takes Axel by surprise, the wave that washes over him, pinching his heart as he admires the beauty in front of him. If Axel had all the power in the world, he'd choose to stay in this moment forever."

Have some soft Kaxel <3

Axel doesn't know what time it is, and even if he bothered to turn around and check, the faint light in their bedroom wouldn't be enough for him to see the numbers on the alarm clock. It's still dark behind the curtains, but his mind feels well rested, his body warm and clean under the thick covers on top of him.

What interests him more than the time is just the faintest sound in the room. It's barely there, and if Axel was on the other side of the room, he wouldn't get to hear it. But up close the feather light sound of breathing soothes Axel into a trance. Axel lets his eyes lazily wander over Kevin's resting face in front of him, Kevin being the only thing occupying his vision at that moment. Kevin's closed eyes, the lashes painting prettily against his skin, his hollow cheeks where a little bit of stubble has started to grow. The soft, rosy lips, his narrow mouth resting, the air coming through his nose as he keeps peacefully dreaming, completely unaware of how Axel's eyes soften just the tiniest amount, his heart starting to fill with love he can barely contain.

It takes Axel by surprise, the wave that washes over him, pinching his heart as he admires the beauty in front of him. If Axel had all the power in the world, he'd choose to stay in this moment forever. He wouldn't need anything else ever again. Just to have Kevin in front of him, peacefully sleeping, safe from the rest of the world is enough. Just him and the moment where everything is about Kevin. The sound, the vision, the touch. The touch that Axel needs to have more of.

It starts with a light finger against Kevin's cheek. Just a brush of the back of his finger, and it makes Axel's heart skip a beat, the tender touch giving him more to live for. Axel hopes his prayers are heard when he pleads that Kevin wouldn't wake up when leans closer, so slowly he's not sure if he's moving. But when his lips meet the skin on Kevin's forehead, his heart fills more, taking his breath away completely.

He takes his time to kiss Kevin, his lips moving from his forehead to the top of his nose, to his high cheekbone, close to his eyelid. A light touch to what Axel's every sense grasps onto until it's the only thing he feels or can focus onto.

He leans back and softly sighs, small bits of frustration carefully making themselves known and clashing with the desperate burn in his chest. He'd keep quietly proving his love to him over and over again until the sun would rise and Kevin would slowly wake up to the real world. The first thing the kind eyes would see is Axel, completely smitten by the still form of Kevin, longing for his delicate touch.

But right now, the hungry heart inside Axel needs something that he wouldn't have to imagine.

Laying on his side, he scoots himself closer to Kevin's chest and slowly sneaks his hand against his bare back. With minimal movement he moves them over, Kevin ending up laying half on top of him. In the hug, as Axel starts to sink into the feeling of having Kevin's warm body pressing heavily against him, his heart starts to beg and plead "yes" over and over again, desperately trying to savour every bit of this moment.

Axel stops breathing as he feels Kevin shift on top of him, the slight stubble scratching as his faze nuzzles further into Axel's sleep-warm clavicle.

"Shh," Axel soothes. His voice quieter than a whisper leaves him to wonder if he had let out any noise at all. With a soft sigh he feels Kevin's warm breaths settle back into a steady pace against his chest, the air tickling his skin and sending comforting shivers down Axel's spine.

As the seconds pass, the more the pressing weight on top of him starts to feel right. Something strong, desperate runs in his veins, sinking down into Axel's whole being as every part of Kevin covers his body with his own. The proof of their love is pressed between them, their hearts finding a matching rhythm, just like they were always meant to do.

Axel carefully tugs the blanket to cover them before he sets a hand between Kevin's shoulder blades. It allows Axel to feel Kevin fully, how his chest rises up and down, the warmth from his skin burning into his hand the best way possible. His other hand finds Kevin's hair, and his fingers start to run through the short strands like he's done countless of times. But this time it feels like the most important thing in his life. If he didn't do it, something would be heavily out of place.

To have the privilege to feel Kevin like this, heart to heart, hear his soft noises, have him safe in his arms, is something Axel has spent countless of days dreaming of.

He clutches onto Kevin, his arms spreading to hug him completely, slightly pressing him against his own body to keep him there, as if he'd somehow float away from Axel. He closes his eyes in the dark, and knowing he's far away from falling asleep he trusts himself to relax.

And when the time to wake up would come in a couple of hours, the reality of Kevin doing so in his arms, be woken up by gentle pets to his hair, have a warm, comfortable body to lie on makes Axel's heart beat stronger with joy that submerges even the simplest need to breathe. Axel's mind buzzes pleasantly as every thought, every sensation, the past, the present and the future are sealed to be occupied by someone without whom life would be just a string of seconds, hours and days lacking a meaning.

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Week 4: Snowman

After the crazy Bara bada bastu year the boys decided to build a snowman to destress from it all :)

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Week 3: Warmth

Funny how there was another lovely drawing of them hugging, we all must feel the same warmth they share between each other! <3

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Week 2: Cozy

Babiesss!!!

It was incredibly hard to colour their faces, and I'm not sure I'm entirely satisfied with the colours, but despite that THEY ARE SO CUTE!! Also, the folds of the blanket were so fun to draw!

Under the cut is the reference pic! (Because it's so freaking adorable UGH)

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Wip!!

I thought this would be a relatively quick illustration, but with the plans I have... It's going to take a while.