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The first time he saw light in it's rawest form, was when he crossed the line he never even new existed. Guided by her laughter, lead by her excitement, he followed slowly. Distant, quiet, attentive. Nothing had changed, it seemed. But as the turquoise sparkles finally hit his skin, something began to tuck at his insides. Unfamiliar and raw. At that moment, Paul understood what Dawn had tried to tell him all along - the world was vast, deep and full of wonders. And there was no greater gift than marvelling at it.

I'd planned to paint something for my other little story on AO3, Abyssal Rispetto.

Well, my exam on monday went well and I was motivated a lot to try something new. I usually don't delete the Sketch Layer, I've only done that... three times maybe? It's exciting though and since I love background paintings, I decided it was time, to try something more complicated now - bodies without sketches.

And now I'll go to bed.

Hope you're all well and I wish you a nice little holiday, if you celebrate it!

the-scriptress

"So, you haven't heard from him?" May murmured beside her, resuming their briefly interrupted conversation. "Not at all," Dawn said disappointedly. Really, she'd been trying not to think about it, but every time her phone buzzed, she secretly hoped to see his name on the screen. Lately, it seemed to display everyone's name but his. He'd been the subject of one other magazine spread since then, but that was the last she'd seen of him. If laying low was a competition, he'd qualify for the finals. Which was annoying. But she tried to put herself in his shoes. To Paul, avoiding persistent paparazzi was a waking nightmare. And Dawn was the one who'd accidentally thrown him into that reality. She wondered if that was why he hadn't reached out. Maybe he blamed her for it more than he initially let on. Dawn looked at her friend, whose brows were wrinkled with sympathy. "It's okay," Dawn decided. "It's not like we were a thing at all. Nothing even happened." She tapped on her tablet screen, informing her next client that the stage was ready for him. "As much as I would've liked something to." "It seemed like he would've liked that, too." May pointed out. "That's what I thought," Dawn said quietly. She watched as May's student walked onto the stage. "I guess I was wrong."

Blurred & Debatable ch 5 is up! 🥳 there's been so much set up for the middle(??) of this fic, and we're finally starting to see things fall into place. i hope you enjoy 🤍

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bonbunniex

You’re not fooling anybody. u3u~♥

pkmncoordinators

dawn makes paul buy her tampons because unlike her he does not feel awkward about it in the slightest. he can walk in there totally straight-faced and look the cashier right in the eye as he slams a box of tampax down on the counter. paul ain't got time for bullshit.

I’M LAUGHING at the image of Paul staring at the cashier straight in the eyes with a deadpan expression as he slides the tampons across the counter, as if he’s daring to be challenged.