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Testing out brushes idk I just now found my pen again
Also currently hyperfixated on moomin
(It's so bad that I stole a harmonica from walmart ) (I can't play for shit)
Inktober: Pumpkin Carving
Two pumpkins sat on the paper covered floor, carving tools scattered around them. "C'mon Az, hurry up!" Thana called, she was bouncing up and down as she sat waiting. "I'm working on it." Azrael called back, coming into the living room with a marker in one hand and a pencil in the other. She sat down in front of the pumpkins and beside Thana. They both stared at the pumpkins for a moment before Thana picked up a knife and started carving into the top of her's. Carefully, Azrael took up her own and began cutting a circle around the stem. "Careful, don't get your fingers." Thana said, glancing between Azrael and her own pumpkin "I know." Azrael said patiencly. The pair went on carving, with Thana chiming in with the occasional caution and Azrael humming in acknowledgement. And finally, the jack-o-lanterns were done. Azrael had carved Gigi the cat from Kiki's delivery service, and Thana had picked a large, toothy smiley face with triangle eyes and a nose to match. That night they sat them in the windows, watching them glow happily.
Bonus: Costumes/Halloween
The night had finally come: Halloween. Azrael and Thana were both incredible excited, getting their costumes ready before heading out; Thana in her devil costume, with it's horns, pointy tail, and bright red wings matching her hair, and Azrael in her angel one, with it's large fluffy wings and glittering halo. It was perfect. "You look adorable!" Thana said as soon as Azrael came out wearing her costume, she gave her a kiss. "And so do you." Azrael said, smiling up at her partner in crime. It had been been Thana's idea to do matching costumes, she'd also come up with the specific costumes- which Azrael had immediately loved. And now, it was finally time for the big moment. "You ready?" Thana asked. Azrael played with her wings, adjusted her halo. "I think so, yeah." And so, together, they walked out into the cool night air. "I hope you know these wings are a part of me now." Azrael murmured. Thana laughed, she could see it now.
(This scene was written with characters from the book I'm currently working, but it does not take place in it. If you liked this, pleas consider checking out my "my writing" tag)
Happy Halloween!!
Pride month (short story)
"How many years have we been doing this?" "Mortimer sat his cup down, still half full with tea. He thought for a moment "Let's see." He said, "at least thirty?" Lorx hummed, "that sounds right." Neither of them were sure exactly when these little meet-ups had begun, only that it had been many, many years. The Cafe they sat in had banners hung in the windows with little triangle shaped flags hanging down, each one representing a different pride flag. It was quiet, most people were outside at the parade, but Mortimer and Lorx were perfectly happy right where they were, watching the festivities from the comfort and safety of their booth. Lorx rested her chin in the palm of their hand and gazed out the window. "Do you remember that time we went to a pride parade?" They asked. Mortimer turned his attention out the window, watching as the crowds of people gathered. Out of the corner of her eye Lorx saw him hold back a shudder. "Yes, very clearly." He said, hands cupped around his tea, "I don't know what we were thinking." Lorx laughed, "funny, considering it was your idea." They smiled. Mortimer grimaced, "yes," he said, "and I regretted it deeply and immediately." Lorx hummed, eyes softening as they turned to Mortimer. It was true, neither of them had been made for pride parades. Mortimer had broached the idea a few years after Lorx came out and changed their name. It seemed like a good idea at the time, and had continued to until they were in a sea of people and flags, and, to Mortimer's absolute horror, glitter. They'd both stood out like sore thumbs, with Mortimer in his suit and Lorx in their lab coat. From that point on, they vowed only to watch such festivities, not take part in them. Upon making this decision, they sought out the perfect location, finding this little Cafe by the next year. Now they sat across from each other, sunlight streaming in through the window and warming their skin. They were both in their usual clothing, despite how much it made them stick out, except Lorx had since added two pins to their lab coat; one with 'She/They' written in bold writing, and another with a little rainbow heart that read 'queer cutie' in cursive. Neither of them got much free time, especially away from the reaper realm, but when they did, they usually spent it together. It may not have seemed like much, these little meet-ups, but to them it meant the world.
(This is a short story done with characters from a book series I'm working on, it doesn't appear in the actual book)
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