୭ৎ ⏜ femi · twentyone · gallery + archive, dedicated to my friends ! ♥︎ it is a little messy in here, but full of love !! no need to follow — i love you !!﹙spam rbs quite often, sorry !!﹚
artfight attack for @hachikoue !! probably the piece im most proud of so far, i loved drawing koue sososo dearly :')) her mermaid form is everything to me i fear
happy birthday pretty boy ♡ may your snow be forever fluffy, and your toes forever cosy. freckles forever kissed !! and perhaps your tongue forever occupied.... with your smart words~ 😌 and good food...~ obviously
12:00 — i asked you to trust me just this once. after plenty of whining, you let me tie the blindfold over your eyes anyway. one careful step after another, i guided you outside, reminding you not to peek every few seconds no matter how much you complained. when we finally stopped, i placed a homemade coffee jelly parfait into your hands, a single candle flickering quietly on top. i knew a birthday cake was never going to be your favorite, so i made something that suited your tastes instead. “if you don’t want the whipped cream . .” i whispered, “then i’ll eat it for you, easy peasy.”
She held out the spoon with a surprising amount of determination, as if she were physically restraining herself from taking the bite herself. “So . . first bite?”
Harumasa leaned in, then paused just before the spoon, looking up at her instead. “. . You’re really not going to eat it first?”
“It’s your birthday.”
“. . You practiced saying that, didn’t you?”
She turned her head away from him, guilty.
“Maybe.”
He laughed quietly before finally taking the bite.
“You did surprise me.”
thank you to the wonderful anfie_01 on vgen for this beautiful art piece !!!!! 🥺 i can’t look at this for too long because then i will definitely start tearing up but i will definitely be commissioning her again (⸝⸝ʚ̴̶̷̆∩∩ʚ̴̶̷̆⸝⸝) ♥︎
OLD YARROW PROLOGUE, in the eyes of the flour-freckled baker.
A doe-eyed girl living in the shy corner of the kingdom, in a small hush village of jam-colored roofs and sweet spring flowers peeking through cracks and windowsills. Where sun-yolked chicks and their wild goose mothers patter the stone paths down the shops o’ plenty of friendly-eyed villagers.
There, the villagers smile when they see the peeping yellow dots follow the wrong person—a young boy of blond, canary-eyed and full-cheeked. They greet the boy, who is too busy rushing back to the bakery to notice the trail of chicks behind him. He makes a beeline towards his home—the Yarrow Bakery—where just outside, a young man with white-flour hair is also returning, carrying cracked spring wood piles over his shoulders easily like a sack of flour, hoping to throw them into the ovens later, to watch the fire lick the woody skin.
The man turns when he hears the peeps and panting of his companion, a soft smile invading his face. “You’re late, Yanqing.”
The canary-blond boy smiles sheepishly, “Sorry, Master. You know how those old men and their beer-bellies are with their tales. Had to wait a minute or two for them to finish their stories before handing me the goods.”
Jingyuan laughs heartily. “No matter, their tales are interesting. I don’t blame them for wanting to talk your ear off.” He stops a moment, “Have you seen Kou anywhere?”
“Sister?” Yanqing hums, “No, she already left the bakery when I awoke at the crack of dawn. I thought she accompanied you.”
Jingyuan lets out a fond sigh. “That girl, always so fixated on the forests—“
“Wrong, I was helping Granny Isador hang the clothes down over on her place near the brooks.”
From behind, the pale-bread haired girl appear like wispy magic. She drops to her knees, gathering the salt and pepper chicklings into her open palms, grinning. “I would never leave my dearest brothers to handle the bakery alone. Not when they cannot get the heat of the ovens correctly.”
Yanqing pouts, “we are learning, the sugar cookies last time didn’t taste burnt at all! Also, return those chicks, they don’t belong to us.”
After the chicks were returned, the three kin enter the bakery, the soft whistle of the bell signal the door opening then closing.
“Hey, have you heard about the old tales of those folks delivering the cargos?” Yanqing leans in to whisper. The girl merely hums.
“They say the village kids playing near the forests’ edge yesterday spotted that old living legend, the man with long antlers on his head!”
She scrunches her face, “I think you should let me to get the supplies next time, you’re easily influenced.”
“You really don’t care about the dangers or folktales of the forests, do you?” Yanqing frowns, “either way, since you’re the only one who dares to enter the forests to get the herbs and berries, I suggest you be careful. If he spots you, he might eat you up.”
The doe-eyed girl sets the ingredients on the long table, smiling at her young companion.
“Alright, i’ll be careful. But again, those are just stories Yanqing. There’s no such thing as old magic in those forests.”
…the wisteria is in full bloom this evening.
perhaps master is right— my age has really caught up to me, for lately i have been calling off work early… yet i cannot actually mind this regression. not when at the end of the day, i get to see my friends, and especially her.
everyone is busy at the time, she said. somehow i felt quite pleased of that fact.
she offered me tea, but i found myself more captivated by the idea of sitting next to her under the flourishing buds. i urged my companion to talk of her day; my aging muscles and exhaustion seemed to relax whenever she did. the bundled butterflies hairpin i gifted her years ago pinned her hair nicely; my creation is durable, as always. but i feel especially proud of the fact that it is something she possesses and must have taken good care of.
another thing— my 睡莲, ever so kind friend, offered me her lap to rest on. do i look so worn out? perhaps i should ask baiheng for rejuvenating beauty products recommendations…
…anyway, my feelings got the better of me and i allowed myself a little indulgence of her attention. i recall a few scolding words from her as i lie there; although i was too fixated on the gentle glint of her— and my— ring to actually listen. it was a rather crude piece of work and i wince at the crooked hercules knot everytime i look too close. but perhaps… someday i could craft a better band fitting for the nymphaea-hearted lady…
this moment is seared in my memory, no matter how time and age will erode it… even if it would only add to the regret once my time in this world finally arrives.
> note: she blends into the blooming scenery perfectly… i wonder if it’s because of her otherworldly lineage? or if my eyes are perceiving her with… [the writing on this page has become illegible due to time’s erosion…]
if you reached this point and actually read everything… what the hell /love + thank you a billion times TT i rlly wanted to picture and share smth about renkai’s past— when they were friends and somewhat naive + unaware of what will come, enjoying the wisteria blooms… i also um planted several easter eggs over this diary entry-esque caption lol!!!!! anw dividers credit goes to ourianna @/diviniyae and the comm was done by @/tunasthe2nd <33 who was so lovely and fun to work with!
…the wisteria is in full bloom this evening.
perhaps master is right— my age has really caught up to me, for lately i have been calling off work early… yet i cannot actually mind this regression. not when at the end of the day, i get to see my friends, and especially her.
everyone is busy at the time, she said. somehow i felt quite pleased of that fact.
she offered me tea, but i found myself more captivated by the idea of sitting next to her under the flourishing buds. i urged my companion to talk of her day; my aging muscles and exhaustion seemed to relax whenever she did. the bundled butterflies hairpin i gifted her years ago pinned her hair nicely; my creation is durable, as always. but i feel especially proud of the fact that it is something she possesses and must have taken good care of.
another thing— my 睡莲, ever so kind friend, offered me her lap to rest on. do i look so worn out? perhaps i should ask baiheng for rejuvenating beauty products recommendations…
…anyway, my feelings got the better of me and i allowed myself a little indulgence of her attention. i recall a few scolding words from her as i lie there; although i was too fixated on the gentle glint of her— and my— ring to actually listen. it was a rather crude piece of work and i wince at the crooked hercules knot everytime i look too close. but perhaps… someday i could craft a better band fitting for the nymphaea-hearted lady…
this moment is seared in my memory, no matter how time and age will erode it… even if it would only add to the regret once my time in this world finally arrives.
> note: she blends into the blooming scenery perfectly… i wonder if it’s because of her otherworldly lineage? or if my eyes are perceiving her with… [the writing on this page has become illegible due to time’s erosion…]
if you reached this point and actually read everything… what the hell /love + thank you a billion times TT i rlly wanted to picture and share smth about renkai’s past— when they were friends and somewhat naive + unaware of what will come, enjoying the wisteria blooms… i also um planted several easter eggs over this diary entry-esque caption lol!!!!! anw dividers credit goes to ourianna @/diviniyae and the comm was done by @/tunasthe2nd <33 who was so lovely and fun to work with!
…the wisteria is in full bloom this evening.
perhaps master is right— my age has really caught up to me, for lately i have been calling off work early… yet i cannot actually mind this regression. not when at the end of the day, i get to see my friends, and especially her.
everyone is busy at the time, she said. somehow i felt quite pleased of that fact.
she offered me tea, but i found myself more captivated by the idea of sitting next to her under the flourishing buds. i urged my companion to talk of her day; my aging muscles and exhaustion seemed to relax whenever she did. the bundled butterflies hairpin i gifted her years ago pinned her hair nicely; my creation is durable, as always. but i feel especially proud of the fact that it is something she possesses and must have taken good care of.
another thing— my 睡莲, ever so kind friend, offered me her lap to rest on. do i look so worn out? perhaps i should ask baiheng for rejuvenating beauty products recommendations…
…anyway, my feelings got the better of me and i allowed myself a little indulgence of her attention. i recall a few scolding words from her as i lie there; although i was too fixated on the gentle glint of her— and my— ring to actually listen. it was a rather crude piece of work and i wince at the crooked hercules knot everytime i look too close. but perhaps… someday i could craft a better band fitting for the nymphaea-hearted lady…
this moment is seared in my memory, no matter how time and age will erode it… even if it would only add to the regret once my time in this world finally arrives.
> note: she blends into the blooming scenery perfectly… i wonder if it’s because of her otherworldly lineage? or if my eyes are perceiving her with… [the writing on this page has become illegible due to time’s erosion…]
if you reached this point and actually read everything… what the hell /love + thank you a billion times TT i rlly wanted to picture and share smth about renkai’s past— when they were friends and somewhat naive + unaware of what will come, enjoying the wisteria blooms… i also um planted several easter eggs over this diary entry-esque caption lol!!!!! anw dividers credit goes to ourianna @/diviniyae and the comm was done by @/tunasthe2nd <33 who was so lovely and fun to work with!
12:00 — i asked you to trust me just this once. after plenty of whining, you let me tie the blindfold over your eyes anyway. one careful step after another, i guided you outside, reminding you not to peek every few seconds no matter how much you complained. when we finally stopped, i placed a homemade coffee jelly parfait into your hands, a single candle flickering quietly on top. i knew a birthday cake was never going to be your favorite, so i made something that suited your tastes instead. “if you don’t want the whipped cream . .” i whispered, “then i’ll eat it for you, easy peasy.”
She held out the spoon with a surprising amount of determination, as if she were physically restraining herself from taking the bite herself. “So . . first bite?”
Harumasa leaned in, then paused just before the spoon, looking up at her instead. “. . You’re really not going to eat it first?”
“It’s your birthday.”
“. . You practiced saying that, didn’t you?”
She turned her head away from him, guilty.
“Maybe.”
He laughed quietly before finally taking the bite.
“You did surprise me.”
thank you to the wonderful anfie_01 on vgen for this beautiful art piece !!!!! 🥺 i can’t look at this for too long because then i will definitely start tearing up but i will definitely be commissioning her again (⸝⸝ʚ̴̶̷̆∩∩ʚ̴̶̷̆⸝⸝) ♥︎
12:00 — i asked you to trust me just this once. after plenty of whining, you let me tie the blindfold over your eyes anyway. one careful step after another, i guided you outside, reminding you not to peek every few seconds no matter how much you complained. when we finally stopped, i placed a homemade coffee jelly parfait into your hands, a single candle flickering quietly on top. i knew a birthday cake was never going to be your favorite, so i made something that suited your tastes instead. “if you don’t want the whipped cream . .” i whispered, “then i’ll eat it for you, easy peasy.”
She held out the spoon with a surprising amount of determination, as if she were physically restraining herself from taking the bite herself. “So . . first bite?”
Harumasa leaned in, then paused just before the spoon, looking up at her instead. “. . You’re really not going to eat it first?”
“It’s your birthday.”
“. . You practiced saying that, didn’t you?”
She turned her head away from him, guilty.
“Maybe.”
He laughed quietly before finally taking the bite.
“You did surprise me.”
thank you to the wonderful anfie_01 on vgen for this beautiful art piece !!!!! 🥺 i can’t look at this for too long because then i will definitely start tearing up but i will definitely be commissioning her again (⸝⸝ʚ̴̶̷̆∩∩ʚ̴̶̷̆⸝⸝) ♥︎
12:00 — i asked you to trust me just this once. after plenty of whining, you let me tie the blindfold over your eyes anyway. one careful step after another, i guided you outside, reminding you not to peek every few seconds no matter how much you complained. when we finally stopped, i placed a homemade coffee jelly parfait into your hands, a single candle flickering quietly on top. i knew a birthday cake was never going to be your favorite, so i made something that suited your tastes instead. “if you don’t want the whipped cream . .” i whispered, “then i’ll eat it for you, easy peasy.”
She held out the spoon with a surprising amount of determination, as if she were physically restraining herself from taking the bite herself. “So . . first bite?”
Harumasa leaned in, then paused just before the spoon, looking up at her instead. “. . You’re really not going to eat it first?”
“It’s your birthday.”
“. . You practiced saying that, didn’t you?”
She turned her head away from him, guilty.
“Maybe.”
He laughed quietly before finally taking the bite.
“You did surprise me.”
thank you to the wonderful anfie_01 on vgen for this beautiful art piece !!!!! 🥺 i can’t look at this for too long because then i will definitely start tearing up but i will definitely be commissioning her again (⸝⸝ʚ̴̶̷̆∩∩ʚ̴̶̷̆⸝⸝) ♥︎
12:00 — i asked you to trust me just this once. after plenty of whining, you let me tie the blindfold over your eyes anyway. one careful step after another, i guided you outside, reminding you not to peek every few seconds no matter how much you complained. when we finally stopped, i placed a homemade coffee jelly parfait into your hands, a single candle flickering quietly on top. i knew a birthday cake was never going to be your favorite, so i made something that suited your tastes instead. “if you don’t want the whipped cream . .” i whispered, “then i’ll eat it for you, easy peasy.”
She held out the spoon with a surprising amount of determination, as if she were physically restraining herself from taking the bite herself. “So . . first bite?”
Harumasa leaned in, then paused just before the spoon, looking up at her instead. “. . You’re really not going to eat it first?”
“It’s your birthday.”
“. . You practiced saying that, didn’t you?”
She turned her head away from him, guilty.
“Maybe.”
He laughed quietly before finally taking the bite.
“You did surprise me.”
thank you to the wonderful anfie_01 on vgen for this beautiful art piece !!!!! 🥺 i can’t look at this for too long because then i will definitely start tearing up but i will definitely be commissioning her again (⸝⸝ʚ̴̶̷̆∩∩ʚ̴̶̷̆⸝⸝) ♥︎
12:00 — i asked you to trust me just this once. after plenty of whining, you let me tie the blindfold over your eyes anyway. one careful step after another, i guided you outside, reminding you not to peek every few seconds no matter how much you complained. when we finally stopped, i placed a homemade coffee jelly parfait into your hands, a single candle flickering quietly on top. i knew a birthday cake was never going to be your favorite, so i made something that suited your tastes instead. “if you don’t want the whipped cream . .” i whispered, “then i’ll eat it for you, easy peasy.”
She held out the spoon with a surprising amount of determination, as if she were physically restraining herself from taking the bite herself. “So . . first bite?”
Harumasa leaned in, then paused just before the spoon, looking up at her instead. “. . You’re really not going to eat it first?”
“It’s your birthday.”
“. . You practiced saying that, didn’t you?”
She turned her head away from him, guilty.
“Maybe.”
He laughed quietly before finally taking the bite.
“You did surprise me.”
thank you to the wonderful anfie_01 on vgen for this beautiful art piece !!!!! 🥺 i can’t look at this for too long because then i will definitely start tearing up but i will definitely be commissioning her again (⸝⸝ʚ̴̶̷̆∩∩ʚ̴̶̷̆⸝⸝) ♥︎
12:00 — i asked you to trust me just this once. after plenty of whining, you let me tie the blindfold over your eyes anyway. one careful step after another, i guided you outside, reminding you not to peek every few seconds no matter how much you complained. when we finally stopped, i placed a homemade coffee jelly parfait into your hands, a single candle flickering quietly on top. i knew a birthday cake was never going to be your favorite, so i made something that suited your tastes instead. “if you don’t want the whipped cream . .” i whispered, “then i’ll eat it for you, easy peasy.”
She held out the spoon with a surprising amount of determination, as if she were physically restraining herself from taking the bite herself. “So . . first bite?”
Harumasa leaned in, then paused just before the spoon, looking up at her instead. “. . You’re really not going to eat it first?”
“It’s your birthday.”
“. . You practiced saying that, didn’t you?”
She turned her head away from him, guilty.
“Maybe.”
He laughed quietly before finally taking the bite.
“You did surprise me.”
thank you to the wonderful anfie_01 on vgen for this beautiful art piece !!!!! 🥺 i can’t look at this for too long because then i will definitely start tearing up but i will definitely be commissioning her again (⸝⸝ʚ̴̶̷̆∩∩ʚ̴̶̷̆⸝⸝) ♥︎
12:00 — i asked you to trust me just this once. after plenty of whining, you let me tie the blindfold over your eyes anyway. one careful step after another, i guided you outside, reminding you not to peek every few seconds no matter how much you complained. when we finally stopped, i placed a homemade coffee jelly parfait into your hands, a single candle flickering quietly on top. i knew a birthday cake was never going to be your favorite, so i made something that suited your tastes instead. “if you don’t want the whipped cream . .” i whispered, “then i’ll eat it for you, easy peasy.”
She held out the spoon with a surprising amount of determination, as if she were physically restraining herself from taking the bite herself. “So . . first bite?”
Harumasa leaned in, then paused just before the spoon, looking up at her instead. “. . You’re really not going to eat it first?”
“It’s your birthday.”
“. . You practiced saying that, didn’t you?”
She turned her head away from him, guilty.
“Maybe.”
He laughed quietly before finally taking the bite.
“You did surprise me.”
thank you to the wonderful anfie_01 on vgen for this beautiful art piece !!!!! 🥺 i can’t look at this for too long because then i will definitely start tearing up but i will definitely be commissioning her again (⸝⸝ʚ̴̶̷̆∩∩ʚ̴̶̷̆⸝⸝) ♥︎
12:00 — i asked you to trust me just this once. after plenty of whining, you let me tie the blindfold over your eyes anyway. one careful step after another, i guided you outside, reminding you not to peek every few seconds no matter how much you complained. when we finally stopped, i placed a homemade coffee jelly parfait into your hands, a single candle flickering quietly on top. i knew a birthday cake was never going to be your favorite, so i made something that suited your tastes instead. “if you don’t want the whipped cream . .” i whispered, “then i’ll eat it for you, easy peasy.”
She held out the spoon with a surprising amount of determination, as if she were physically restraining herself from taking the bite herself. “So . . first bite?”
Harumasa leaned in, then paused just before the spoon, looking up at her instead. “. . You’re really not going to eat it first?”
“It’s your birthday.”
“. . You practiced saying that, didn’t you?”
She turned her head away from him, guilty.
“Maybe.”
He laughed quietly before finally taking the bite.
“You did surprise me.”
thank you to the wonderful anfie_01 on vgen for this beautiful art piece !!!!! 🥺 i can’t look at this for too long because then i will definitely start tearing up but i will definitely be commissioning her again (⸝⸝ʚ̴̶̷̆∩∩ʚ̴̶̷̆⸝⸝) ♥︎
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