Your lips are a work of art, a masterpiece that leaves me breathless with every touch.
Holding onto this art of Maiele x Daenarya has been so hard but how could I celebrate MC Appreciation week and Valentine's Day without spotlighting these two!? They are forever my favorites and look at how freaking gorgeous they are! Ugh! They are the most beautiful and I love them both with my entire being!!! lampyri did an amazing job! (So sad to see they deactivated!)
For my other contribution for @choicesmcappreciationweek day two I rlly wanted to draw something for ID bc I mean come on it's mi fave book. But also I draw n post abt Ripley all the time so there's been enough appreciation on that front lol 💀.
Umm ok I'm so shy about drawing stuff for people when they didn't Ask me to but also I really love @aria-ashryver 's Luca and I really hope I did them justice aaaa
Summary: A poem dedicated to the biggest change in Evie's life and what it sets off for her.
A/N: This is my first poem. It was inspired by this lovely piece that was made for me by @gmsrrn98. Using season-themed metaphors for Evie was so perfect that I ended up writing this.
@hss-appreciation-events Day 1: Meet our MCs/OCs + Day 2: Fresh Starts and Growth
@choicesjanuary2025 | @loreofyore New School + New Town/City
@choicesmcappreciationweek | @rosesnink Day 1: Straight A Students
Summer was gone. And with it, so was the familiar warmth of her old home, her old friends, her old school.
All the beautiful, colorful leaves that surrounded her, that she was familiar with, that had grown onto her…. now all gone. All stripped from her by the harsh, swirling winds. Leaving her empty, lifeless, lost, alone. Yet she had also shedded many pieces of herself that were now old and dying, leaving her bare and seemingly lifeless and empty… but ready to grow again. Soon enough, she would bloom with new blossoms, but still maintaining who she was at her core, all the way down to her roots.
Ripped from her home, ripped from her stability… ripped from her roots, her tree, the very place from where she was grown. Swept away by the cold, harsh winds and jostled about to a strange new elsewhere. Yet she was also freed from a restrictive life, freed from being bound down to one single place on the tree, and swept away to a life possibly more exciting.
The calm, earthy greens of her old school had faded into brilliant juicy reds, crisp golden yellows, bold tiger oranges. The greens were more familiar, more grounding… but admittedly, they could get boring after a while. The reds and yellows and oranges almost seemed more dry, more somber, like the colors of the sunset… but they were also exciting, invigorating, and most of all, a refreshing change of pace.
The change is so unusual, so chilling, so jarring, so terrifying. But this new stage of life is necessary. And as she leaves behind this previous stage, Autumn simply greets her. It is kind to her. It welcomes her. Tells her “Hey, you must be new! I love your look!”, and then captures a yearbook photo of her standing in front of the majestic mascot statue of her new school. Cementing that perhaps she does have a place in this new world.
She steps into the harsh cold and the welcoming warm simultaneously, just as she did on the day of her birth. It was always cold at first. But soon, Spring would arrive, and she would bloom with new branches, new blossoms, new loves. All more bold and vibrant than ever before. And oh, how she wants to hold onto them forever.
But she couldn't hold onto it all forever. Some of it, maybe, but not all of it.
Summer was free, it was fun, it was bright. But sometimes it would scorch her. And thus the crisp and cooling Autumn would be all the more welcomed.
But the cold bitterness of Autumn and Winter were not gone. They would never be truly gone. They would return soon enough. She would go through it all again. It wouldn’t be the same as the last, but she would still find herself shedding older, dying pieces, to make way for new growth. She would still find herself ripped from her comfort zone, and expanding her boundaries. Again and again.
This wasn't necessarily new, this was how it has always been. It was just somewhat different each time. Some Winters would be more freezing than others. Some Summers would be more burning than others.
No matter how many times she's done this, it would still be difficult for her to get used to. Even when the world wasn't being as harsh towards her, kinder towards her... there were going to be moments where it would be painful– moments where it would be scalding, moments where it would be bitter, moments where it would be just plain exhausting.
But she would learn how to cool herself off. She would learn how to warm herself up. She would learn how to manage the unkind weathers. Sometimes with more difficulty, sometimes with more ease.
No season was perfect. No season was “better” or “worse” than the rest. But Evie would make the best of each one however she could.
This is life. And Evie would make the best of all of hers.
