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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ여름ㅤㅤㅤㅤTIDES OF JUNE ɞ
ʚ pairing : james x femreader ɞ
ʚ summary : (first chapter) - Five friends. One endless summer by the sea. When a confident newcomer unexpectedly slips into their tight-knit group, old routines begin to shift, new feelings emerge, and the season that was supposed to stay the same changes everything.
ʚ other notes : cortis! fluff! nonidolau! summervibes! sfw! sliceoflife! (4.6k)
01 . 02 . ???
The world beyond the car window blurred into streaks of green and gold.
Summer had finally arrived.
Warm air rushed through the cracked-open window, tangling itself in your hair and carrying with it the familiar scent of saltwater. Somewhere near the front of the car, an old song crackled through the radio speakers, occasionally disappearing beneath static before fighting its way back again.
Your father hummed along anyway.
He’d been humming the same three songs for as long as you could remember.
Outside, the mountains that had followed your family for hours were beginning to shrink into the distance.
The ocean was taking their place.
You couldn’t see it yet.
Not quite.
But you could feel it.
The air felt different here.
Lighter.
Softer.
Home.
The thought settled warmly in your chest.
A small seaside town tucked away along Korea’s southern coast. Most people had never heard of it. It wasn’t famous enough to appear in travel guides, and there certainly wasn’t much for tourists to do outside the summer season.
But none of that had ever mattered to you.
Because this place wasn’t important for what it had.
It was important for who was waiting there.
Your friends.
A smile tugged at your lips before you could stop it.
Martin.
Juhoon.
Seonghyeon.
Keonho.
Just thinking about them felt strange after an entire year apart.
Not because you’d forgotten them.
That would’ve been impossible.
But because some people became such permanent fixtures in your life that it was difficult imagining long stretches of time without them.
Martin would probably be taller.
Which was unfair.
He was already built like a telephone pole.
Juhoon would somehow still look exactly the same.
Seonghyeon would pretend he hadn’t missed anyone.
And Keonho…
You glanced out the window.
Honestly, there was no way to predict what Keonho would be doing.
The laws of nature barely applied to him.
The car rounded one final corner, and suddenly, there it was.
The ocean.
Endless blue stretching toward the horizon.
Sunlight danced across the surface like scattered glass.
Your chest tightened unexpectedly.
You hadn’t realized how much you’d missed it.
“Look at that.”
Your mother smiled from the passenger seat.
“Still beautiful.”
Still home.
You didn’t trust yourself to answer.
Thankfully, she didn’t seem to expect one.
A few minutes later, the familiar roads began appearing.
The old bakery near the intersection.
The tiny fishing dock.
The convenience store where Martin had once spent an entire afternoon insisting he’d won a scratch ticket worth ten thousand dollars before discovering he’d read it upside down.
You laughed quietly.
Your father glanced at you through the mirror.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“That smile says otherwise.”
You shook your head.
Trying to explain old memories never worked properly anyway.
The car rolled into the driveway.
Home.
Before it had fully stopped, your father laughed.
“Don’t even think about it.”
Too late.
You were already halfway out the door.
“Welcome back,” your mother called after you.
You flashed a grin over your shoulder.
Then disappeared inside.
Your room looked exactly the same.
The same fresh smell.
The same posters.
The same seashell collection gathering dust near the window.
Even the curtains hadn’t changed.
You crossed the room and pulled them open.
Sunlight immediately flooded inside.
Beyond the glass, the ocean stretched endlessly beneath the afternoon sky.
The view never got old.
Not once.
Not ever.
You stood there for a long moment, simply looking.
Then your phone buzzed.
The sound nearly made you jump.
You glanced down.
A grin immediately spread across your face.
Jju 🐢: My house. 15 mins.
You barely had time to type a response before another message appeared.
Three dots.
Gone.
Back again.
Gone.
Finally:
Jju 🐢: We have a surprise for you.
You stared.
A surprise?
That was concerning.
Not because surprises were inherently bad.
But because your friends had a long and well-documented history of terrible ideas.
Before you could ask for clarification, Juhoon sent one final message.
Jju 🐢: And don’t ask questions.
Which only guaranteed you would have questions.
Several hundred of them.
Twenty minutes later, you were racing downhill on your bicycle.
The ocean glittered between houses.
Seagulls cried overhead.
The wind tugged at your shirt as familiar roads unfolded beneath your tires.
Everything looked smaller. It always did.
Places from childhood had a habit of shrinking once you grew up.
Except for Juhoon’s house.
That somehow looked exactly the same.
You spotted Martin’s bright yellow bicycle immediately.
The thing was impossible to miss.
Partly because of the color.
Mostly because half the town had witnessed him crash it at least once.
You parked beside it.
Then paused.
A loud crash echoed from inside.
Followed by shouting.
Then more shouting.
Then somebody yelling.
“THAT WASN’T EVEN MY FAULT!”
You smiled.
Yep.
Everyone was already here.
The front door was unlocked.
Which was either convenient or a terrible security decision.
You stepped inside.
Immediately, familiar chaos greeted you.
Keonho was sprawled directly in front of a standing fan.
Not near it.
Not beside it.
Directly in front of it.
Like a dragon protecting treasure.
Seonghyeon stood nearby with the exhausted expression of someone losing an argument he’d never wanted to have.
“Move.”
“No.”
“You’re getting all the air.”
“I earned it.”
“How?”
“I got here first.”
“You literally arrived last.”
“Skill issue.”
Seonghyeon closed his eyes.
“You make me tired.”
Meanwhile, Martin and Juhoon sat on opposite ends of the couch with game controllers in hand.
Or rather—
Martin was playing.
Juhoon looked half asleep.
“Dude!”
Martin pointed dramatically at the television.
“Are you even trying?”
“Not really.”
“Why?”
“You get too excited when you win.”
“That’s because winning is exciting.”
Juhoon glanced at the score.
Martin’s character immediately got knocked out.
“You were saying?”
Martin stared.
Then tossed his controller onto the couch.
“That was lag.”
“Sure.”
“Definitely lag.”
“Of course.”
You lasted another three seconds before laughing.
Every head turned.
A beat of silence.
Then:
“NOONA!”
Keonho launched himself across the room.
The impact nearly knocked you backward.
“Hi to you too.”
“You’re late.”
“I got here twenty minutes after arriving.”
“Exactly.”
Before you could answer, Martin appeared.
Then Juhoon.
Then Seonghyeon.
Suddenly everyone was talking at once.
The room exploded into overlapping voices.
How was the drive?
Did traffic suck?
Did you bring snacks?
Why didn’t you answer Martin’s message from two months ago?
Had you forgotten them?
Especially Keonho?
Particularly Keonho?
Specifically Keonho?
The reunion lasted nearly ten minutes before anyone remembered basic conversation order.
Eventually, while accepting a cold drink from Juhoon, you finally pointed at him.
“Okay.”
“What?”
“What was the surprise?”
Every face in the room changed instantly.
“Oh.”
Martin sat up straighter.
Keonho practically vibrated.
Seonghyeon looked annoyed.
Which usually meant he was interested.
Juhoon sighed.
Then smiled.
“We met somebody.”
The room fell silent.
You blinked.
“…That’s the surprise?”
Martin looked offended.
“The surprise is who.”
“Is it a celebrity?”
“No.”
“A criminal?”
“What?”
“A ghost?”
“Why would it be a ghost?”
You shrugged.
“You said surprise.”
“Those are terrible guesses.”
“Then explain.”
Instead, Martin pointed dramatically toward Juhoon.
Juhoon immediately pointed toward Seonghyeon.
Seonghyeon pointed toward Keonho.
Keonho froze.
“Why am I responsible now?”
“Because you’ll tell her anyway.”
“Fair.”
The youngest sat up straighter.
There was a dangerous amount of excitement in his eyes.
“There’s a new guy in town.”
You stared.
“…That’s it?”
“What do you mean, that’s it?”
“It’s a person.”
“A NEW person.”
“In a town with people.”
“In a town with the same people.”
“Okay, that’s fair.”
For a place this small, it actually was unusual.
Most residents had known each other for years.
Some for decades.
You couldn’t remember the last time somebody new had moved into town.
“Who is he?” you asked.
“We don’t know.”
“Then how do you know he’s new?”
“We’ve never seen him before.”
That wasn’t entirely unreasonable.
Still.
Something about this whole thing felt ridiculous.
“You called me over for a stranger?”
“A cool stranger,” Martin corrected.
“We don’t know if he’s cool.”
“He looked cool.”
“That’s not evidence.”
“It is if you ask me.”
“I bet no one asked.”
Martin ignored the criticism.
As usual.
“He works at Mr. Chao’s kiosk.”
That got your attention.
The small kiosk sat near the center of town.
Everyone knew it.
You’d bought ice cream there.
Snacks.
Drinks.
A truly concerning number of gummy candies throughout childhood.
Mr. Chao had owned it for years.
“Since when?”
“A few days.” Juhoon explained calmly.
“And none of you talked to him?”
Four guilty expressions answered immediately.
“Wow.”
“Look.”
Martin held up both hands.
“Approaching strangers is a social skill.”
“You approach strangers constantly.”
“Exactly.”
“Then why didn’t you talk to him?”
Martin pointed at Keonho.
Keonho pointed at Seongyeon.
Seongyeon pointed at Juhoon.
Juhoon looked up from his drink.
“…Why am I involved now?”
Nobody had an answer.
You laughed.
The room dissolved into argument almost immediately.
Which somehow led to everyone grabbing their bikes fifteen minutes later.
Because apparently the only logical solution was to investigate.
The road toward town wound between clusters of houses and thick green trees.
Sunlight filtered through the branches overhead.
The afternoon air smelled faintly of salt and warm pavement.
You pedaled alongside Juhoon while the others surged ahead.
Or attempted to.
“Race you!”
Keonho shot forward.
“Don’t encourage him,” Seongyeon called.
Martin immediately stood on his pedals.
“You’re not my dad.”
“No.”
“I’m worse.” He seemed way too proud.
Five seconds later, Martin clipped a pothole.
His front wheel wobbled violently.
A horrified noise close to a cat who was choking escaped him.
Everyone watched.
The bike somehow corrected itself.
Martin raised both arms triumphantly.
“I meant to do that.”
“You almost died bro.” Seonghyeon laughed at him.
“Details.”
“You screamed.” Keonho added on.
“I absolutely did not.”
“You did.”
“I heard it.” Juhoon admitted.
“We all heard it Tin.” You giggled.
Martin pointed accusingly at the entire group.
“None of you support me.”
“We’re trying to keep you alive.”
“Same thing.”
The argument continued all the way into town.
Honestly, it felt good.
The teasing.
The laughter.
The familiarity.
Months apart vanished surprisingly quickly around people like these.
By the time the kiosk came into view, it almost felt like you’d never left.
Almost.
Then Martin slammed on his brakes.
Everyone groaned.
Immediately.
Because that never meant anything good.
He turned around slowly.
Far too slowly.
Like a movie villain preparing a speech.
“We need a plan.”
“No, we don’t.”
“We absolutely do.”
“Martin.”
“Yes?”
“He’s selling snacks.”
“And?”
“We are buying snacks.”
“So?”
“That’s the interaction.”
Martin looked disappointed.
“Your lack of imagination concerns me.”
“We’re introducing ourselves, not infiltrating a military facility.”
“How do you know?”
You stared at him.
Seongyeon stared at him.
Keonho stared at him.
Even Juhoon stared at him.
Martin folded his arms.
“Fine.”
“Thank you.”
“But if this goes badly—”
“It won’t.”
“—I want everyone to remember I suggested strategy.”
“We won’t.” Keonho patted his shoulder.
“You should.”
“We definitely won’t.” Seonghyeon sighed tiredly.
Martin sighed dramatically.
“No appreciation for genius.”
“You’ve given us very little evidence of genius.”
“I got an A in English.”
“You are literally half Canadian bro.”
“It still counts.”
“It really doesn’t.”
“It absolutely does.”
Still talking, still arguing, and somehow still functioning as a group, all five of you crossed the road toward the kiosk.
None of you noticed the figure watching through the upstairs window.
And none of you had any idea that within the next ten minutes, your summer was about to become considerably more complicated.
The kiosk sat exactly where it always had.
A small white building with faded blue trim and flower boxes hanging beneath the windows. Someone had recently repainted the sign above the entrance, but otherwise it looked untouched by time.
The same bell still hung above the door.
The same ice cream freezer sat outside.
The same crooked bench leaned against the side wall.
You’d spent half your childhood here.
Martin had once attempted to fit inside the freezer.
Nobody knew why.
Not even Martin.
The evidence had been lost to history.
“What if he’s not here?” Keonho asked.
“Then we leave.”
“What if he is?”
“Then we buy something.”
“What if he talks to us?”
You looked at him.
“…That’s usually how conversations work.”
“Right.”
He seemed unconvinced.
Martin stepped forward.
“This is where leadership becomes important.”
“Nobody elected you.” Seonghyeon glanced.
“Leadership elects itself.”
“That’s not how leadership works.” Juhoon frowned lightly.
“It is if you’re charismatic.”
“You’re not charismatic.”
Martin looked personally attacked.
Before he could defend himself, Seongyeon walked straight past everyone and grabbed the door handle.
“Either we’re going in or we’re not.”
The bell chimed softly as he pushed the door open.
Everyone immediately followed.
Of course they did.
The interior smelled faintly of cardboard boxes and cleaning supplies.
Shelves lined the walls.
Snacks.
Drinks.
Candy.
The familiar collection you’d grown up with.
But there was one problem.
The kiosk was empty.
“Huh.”
Keonho looked around.
“I thought you said he worked here.”
“He does.”
“Maybe he escaped.”
“From what?”
“Us?”
“That’s fair.”
Martin opened his mouth to respond.
A loud crash echoed from somewhere upstairs.
The entire group jumped.
A second later, something rolled across the floor above your heads.
Then came the unmistakable sound of somebody swearing.
A beat.
Another crash.
Then silence.
Everyone looked at each other.
“What is happening?” Keonho whispered.
“No idea.”
A door opened somewhere deeper inside the building.
Footsteps followed.
Quick ones.
Then a voice.
“Hold on!”
The words were accompanied by another thud.
“Almost there!”
Martin slowly leaned toward you.
“Maybe we should leave.”
“You were the one who wanted to come.”
“People change.”
The footsteps grew louder.
Then, finally, someone appeared.
The young man who stepped through the doorway looked like he’d just survived a natural disaster.
His brown short hair stuck up in several directions.
There was dust on in.
And he was carrying a cardboard box that looked far heavier than it should have been.
“Oh.”
He spotted the group.
His eyebrows lifted.
The box immediately slipped.
“Oh, come on—”
He caught it against his chest at the last second.
Barely.
Keonho winced.
You winced.
Everyone winced.
The stranger sighed.
Then laughed.
“Okay.”
He carefully lowered the box onto the counter.
“That definitely looked cooler in my head.”
The tension vanished instantly.
Something about the way he’d said it made it impossible not to smile.
“Sorry about that.”
He dusted off his hands.
“I wasn’t expecting customers.”
“We’re not customers,” Martin blurted.
A pause.
“We’re buying things,” Juhoon corrected.
“Which makes us customers.” Seonghyeon scratched his nape awkwardly.
“Right.”
Martin nodded.
“That.”
The stranger laughed again.
A warm, easy sound.
Not forced.
Not awkward.
Just genuine amusement.
For some reason, that made everyone relax a little more.
“My bad.”
He leaned against the counter.
“What can I get you?”
Nobody answered.
Because nobody had actually thought that far ahead.
The entire purpose of this trip had been to see the mysterious new guy.
Not to buy anything.
An awkward silence followed.
The stranger looked between all five of you.
Then a smile slowly appeared.
“Oh.”
His eyes brightened with realization.
“You guys are here because of me.”
Every single person immediately started talking.
“No.”
“Maybe.”
“That’s not—”
“It sounds bad when you say it like that.”
“Okay, yes.”
The stranger laughed so hard he nearly had to steady himself against the counter.
“We’re off to a great start.”
You wanted the floor to swallow you whole.
Unfortunately, it refused.
“I’m sorry.”
You stepped forward before Martin could somehow make things worse.
“We’re not trying to be weird.”
“You came to investigate me.”
“That sounds worse.”
“We’re curious,” Juhoon offered.
The stranger nodded thoughtfully.
“That makes more sense.”
“In our defense,” Martin added, “nobody new ever comes here.”
“Is that true?”
“Last newcomer was Mrs. Han.”
“That was six years ago.”
“And she was seventy.”
“Exactly.”
The stranger looked genuinely surprised.
“Huh.” He blinked once. “Small town.”
“Very small town.”
“I’ve noticed.”
He glanced toward the window.
Then back at all of you.
Something softened in his expression.
The kind of look people got when they suddenly understood something.
“That explains a lot.”
“A lot of what?” Keonho asked.
“The way you’ve all been staring at me.”
Keonho immediately looked away.
Everyone else did too.
Which only confirmed his point.
The stranger grinned.
“Well.”
He smiled warmly.
“I’m James.”
The group fell silent.
Not because of the name.
Because of the confidence.
There was something effortless about him.
No nervousness.
No awkward introduction.
Just simple certainty.
Like he’d already decided being himself was enough.
You couldn’t help noticing it.
Apparently neither could the others.
“James?” Martin repeated.
“Yep.”
“Just James?”
“As far as I know.”
“Interesting.”
“Is it?”
“Not really.”
James nodded.
“Thought so.”
A laugh escaped you before you could stop it.
His gaze shifted toward you.
Only for a second.
But your stomach did something strange anyway.
Probably because you’d spent the last five minutes dying of secondhand embarrassment.
That had to be it.
Nothing else made sense.
“Mr. Chao’s son?”
Seongyeon asked.
James snapped his fingers.
“Finally.”
“Finally?”
“Someone who knows who I am.”
“You look nothing alike.”
“Thank you.”
“That wasn’t a compliment.”
“It is today.”
For a moment, nobody said anything.
Then Martin pointed dramatically.
“I like him.”
“You like everybody.”
“No.”
Martin pointed at James again.
“I specifically like him.”
James looked delighted by this information.
“Should I be worried?”
“Probably.”
“Alright.”
And just like that, the conversation started flowing.
As if the six of you had known each other longer than fifteen minutes.
The silence that followed didn’t last long.
It never did with your group.
Within seconds, someone was already speaking again.
“So,” Martin said, leaning onto the counter like he owned the place, “what do you sell here besides emotional damage and suspense?”
James blinked.
Then laughed.
“That depends. Are you here for snacks or therapy?”
Keonho raised a hand immediately.
“Do you accept insurance?”
“No.”
“Then I’ll take snacks.”
Seongyeon sighed loudly.
“Please... don’t encourage him.”
“I’m not encouraging him,” James said, still smiling. “I’m just answering questions honestly.”
That earned him an immediate approving nod from Juhoon, which, in your group, was basically the highest form of praise available.
You stayed slightly behind the others, watching.
Not in a suspicious way.
Just… observing.
It was hard not to.
James didn’t feel like someone new who had stepped into your world.
He felt like someone who had always been slightly out of frame, and was only now stepping into focus.
“Do you actually work here alone?” you asked.
The question slipped out before you could overthink it.
James looked toward you again.
Same calm attention.
“No,” he said. “My dad usually handles everything. I’m just helping him while he’s in the city.”
“Of course,” Martin said immediately. “Classic ‘I’m temporarily responsible but everything is falling apart’ arc.”
“It’s not falling apart,” James replied.
A pause.
He glanced at the box he’d nearly dropped earlier.
“…Much.”
James leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the counter.
“So,” he said, “do you always travel in a pack like this?”
“Yes,” you said.
“No,” Martin said at the same time.
Juhoon added, “It depends on how you define ‘pack.’”
Keonho nodded.
“I think we’re more like a disaster.”
“That’s accurate,” Seongyeon muttered.
James looked between all of you.
Then nodded slowly.
“I like disasters.”
“That’s not normal,” Seongyeon said.
“Noted.”
A comfortable rhythm started to form after that.
The kind that didn’t require effort.
Martin tried to flirt with the snack selection.
Failed.
Keonho tried to negotiate a discount for being “local youth.”
Failed immediately.
Seongyeon tried to look intimidating.
James simply handed him a bottle of water and said, “You look like you need this.”
Seongyeon accepted it without argument.
Which, for him, was basically surrender.
And you—
You weren’t sure what you were doing.
Just watching.
Listening.
Noticing how James didn’t try too hard with anyone.
He just… adjusted.
To each of them.
Like it was natural.
Eventually, the bell above the door rang again.
James glanced toward it.
“Actually,” he said, “I think I should close up soon.”
“Already?” Keonho looked betrayed.
“I still haven’t emotionally recovered from this interaction.”
“That sounds like a personal issue.”
“It is.”
James smiled.
“But I should probably finish restocking before my dad calls me and asks why nothing is where it’s supposed to be.”
“Fair,” Juhoon said.
The group lingered awkwardly for a moment.
Like nobody quite wanted to leave yet.
Which was strange.
You’d only known him for a few minutes.
And yet walking away felt slightly off.
Martin, of course, solved this problem in the least subtle way possible.
“So when do you get off work?”
James blinked.
“Like... in two hours?”
“Perfect.”
“Why is that perfect?”
“Because we’ll come back.”
Seongyeon immediately turned.
“No, we won’t.”
“Yes, we will.”
“We absolutely will not.”
“You’re already thinking about it.”
“I’m thinking about stopping you.”
James laughed softly.
“Are you inviting me somewhere?”
The question landed in the middle of the group like a stone dropped into water.
For a second, nobody spoke.
Then Keonho said, “Yes.”
Immediately.
“No,” Seongyeon corrected.
“Yes,” Martin insisted.
Juhoon shrugged.
“I don’t see why not.”
All three looked at you.
You froze slightly.
“…Don’t look at me like that.”
“That’s a yes,” Martin declared.
“It’s not—”
“It is.”
James watched the exchange with quiet amusement.
Then he nodded once.
“Alright,” he said.
Another pause.
“Alright?”
“I'll be done soon anyways.”
“…And then?”
“I guess you’ll figure something out.”
That was it.
Simple.
Casual.
Like it wasn’t unusual at all to be included in something so easily.
The bell above the door rang again as Keonho dramatically flung it open.
“We’re coming back!”
“Stop yelling kono.” Seongyeon groaned.
But you were already smiling.
Because somehow, the entire mood had shifted.
What had started as curiosity— was turning into something else.
The ride back felt different.
Not louder.
Not more chaotic.
Just… lighter.
Keonho and Martin raced ahead immediately, arguing about who had “won” despite neither of them reaching anything resembling a finish line.
Seongyeon trailed behind them, shouting corrections they ignored completely.
Juhoon rode beside you for a while in silence.
Then, casually:
“He’s different.”
You glanced at him.
“James?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
Juhoon thought for a moment.
“People usually try to fit in when they meet new groups.”
“And he doesn’t?”
“He does,” Juhoon said. “But not anxiously.”
That made you look forward.
Ahead, Martin nearly swerved into a bush.
Keonho laughed so hard he almost fell off his bike.
“He just acts like he already belongs,” Juhoon added.
You didn’t answer immediately.
Because you knew exactly what he meant.
It wasn’t confidence in a loud way.
It was something quieter.
Like certainty didn’t need explanation.
By the time you reached the neighborhood, the sky had started shifting into softer colors.
The kind of light that only existed in summer evenings.
Warm.
Slow.
Almost suspended in time.
Martin skidded to a stop first.
“Okay,” he announced, “mission update.”
Seongyeon groaned immediately.
“Oh no.”
“We are officially meeting him again at six.”
“We know.”
“We will prepare.”
“For what?”
“For social success.”
“There is no preparation for that.”
“There is always preparation.”
“You’re the only one who believes that.”
Martin ignored him.
As usual.
Keonho bounced on his feet.
“I think we should bring snacks.”
“We sell snacks,” Seongyeon said.
“Exactly.”
“That’s not how that works.”
“It is if we believe in ourselves.”
Juhoon quietly parked his bike.
“I’m not participating in this conversation anymore.”
You followed suit, stepping off your bike.
For a moment, you just stood there.
Listening to them argue.
Watching them.
Feeling that familiar summer air settle around everything again.
And somewhere in the back of your mind—
You realized something you couldn’t quite name yet.
But it sounded a lot like this summer was going to be different.
HIII!!! I baited yall, this is actually the 100 followers special!! lmao. Sorry it took me a long time to come up with an idea that had potencial, let me know if I should actually make this into a series, since I'm not 100% sure about it... anyway, thank all of you for your daily support and kind messages, you guys are my motivation to keep improving as a writer! ❤ thank you to my beautiful @yeokii for this gorgeous header!!
I also think youre very attractive and im not gonna call myself parasocial for it. Objectively you're attractive. I love trans men who pass as faggots (as that post said) It's great. You're really handsome
genuinely over the MOON to be an Attractive Fag Online. I am this in real life too. the world is so beautiful
do you have like a line up/reference of all the voices? i’d love to see them all together!!!!
at one point I meant to, but I didn't 😸😸
Scattered through my sketchbook I had a few sketches that displayed height differences, like the few posts here, here, and here!
So, based on the Razor scene, I decided to whip up a quick comparison with LQ 🤭
some labeled closeups...
and the little note with my height headcanons ^^
edit: (i forgot to line skeptic so pretend he's there lololol... heres a picture of him next to para)
maximus has two hands
hello, just wanted to say I am very much enjoying seeing your warm ups! Each one feels unique while still having a distinctly ‘you’ recognisable charm. Thanks for sharing them with us!
Thank you so much! I started them off as a way of loosening up in the morning for commission work, and was trying to just, make them for fun, and not care if they don't look perfect! But I'm so so happy people like them, it's such a fun way to express some little ideas!
oh yeah, happy 300 to me :)
thank you all so sincerely from the bottom of my little heart for being here with me, you have no idea how amazing this little journey has been for me
it truly is just such a special little feeling, i feel famous! look ma, aren't you proud !!!