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Art for Fun: Part 1

Starting with my otp and comfort ship.

[summerbummin]

Yellow! Luvia and Pink! Gratsu Moodboards for my lovely pals @ftlgbtales and for me because messing with aesthetics is fun!

I spent hours scrolling through pintrest and then another hour just staring at them.

LOOK AT THIS PRODUCTIVE SHIT! Are you proud? bc I am.

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Invictus - The Confession [Page 7-12]

>> Le part 2! Read left to right >> Prev  / Pages 7-12 / Next Might be taking a lil break from drawing FT, just for the sake of branching out a bit. There are sooooo many fandoms I wanna draw~ I wish I could draw faster while maintaining the same quality ><

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A Windy Day

 Soulmate AU where your world is in black and white before you meet and touch your soulmate.

It was supposed to be a sudden explosion, like fireworks bursting in the sky with colours dripping everywhere. That's what they told in those novels and legends. That's what they used to say. That single touch would spark lights brighter than the sun.

But it's different than that.

It's like a child learning to walk, like a flower blooming after frost in spring. It's slow and soft; like love is supposed to be. It grows with you. It heals on those places where you didn't know you were broken.

You look at him and suddenly everything is the same and different at the same time because you can see it— this colour— that expands your universe. You inhale a sharp breath because gods, it's the colour of the midnight sky, the pretty butterflies, the soladite. But what hooks you is that it's the colour of his eyes; they are the prettiest you've ever seen; even with the monochromes flowing in them before.

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The wind cut through the mountains and laughed in this forest. He is standing in front of you and you can't believe that this is it—the one they write about in literature and fairy tales. It's almost hilarious because you could never believe that someone like that exists in the first place, let alone for you.

But he is there and suddenly the leaves are giggling in their coloured beauty. And you gasp because he is everywhere. He is in those trees and grasses and the lands stretched across. He is bigger than existence.

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It's a gentle, patient process. You have to be careful because it's been a long time. You both carry bad dreams locked inside your bones because they are the only place where they will be safe; you have to know where to keep your demons, otherwise you'll shatter, they said.

...

But he chuckles lightly and asks that if a person was meant to break, shouldn't we rather be made up of glass than flesh and bones?

From inside, you reply.

He nods his head, right. But... we are much stronger than those porcelain. We crack and leave scars but hey, in the end we grow through the pain. We can heal.

The way he says, you almost want to believe that he is right. That one day you will. Both of you.

Suddenly, his hair glow a little and you can see pink.

...

You're afraid to lose him. It's because life had taken so much away from you already, you're scared that he will slip away too. But at nights when he holds while you cry to sleep, the way his dark blue eyes whisper promises, you believe him.

When he tells you that you are enough, you don't push him away.

The next day, he brings you a new cardigan because it's almost winter and you hate cold as much as he likes it. As he puts it on you, there is a sparkle of soft light and you can see purple flashing on you.

...

That's how it goes for you both. The world didn't suddenly present you palette, didn't drop hues like sleet on the roof. It started with a step, one colour at a time. With every word you whispered to each other, with every part you helped in putting down, you painted a picture. But you see, one has to know not to worry about what will be the final outcome, whether it will be the masterpiece that they have always desired.

One only wonders

And paints.

So here you both are, glowing in this monochrome-turning-coloured world.

Here you are painting a masterpiece.

Here you are loving.

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Gratsu Bingo 2019

Prompt: Scarf

@fuckyeahgratsu

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Sunflower

Gratsu Bingo 2019

Prompt: Sunflower

@fuckyeahgratsu

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(Art and text by me)

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(i) It begins in summer. And what's more a perfect time to love than when the world is young and laughing and the days stretch lazily from dawn to dusks?

(ii) Let's make prayers out of ourselves, they whisper to each other. Let's make words flow in a rhythm, in a language which only we know; a wish, a desire with which we live. Let's make ourselves those dreams.

(iii) Iridescent:

/ˌɪrɪˈdɛs(ə)nt/

adjective

showing luminous colours that seem to change when seen from different angles.

They are bubbles floating in the space, and gods, when the rays hit them, a blast of colours covers everything. They are there in this collision of colours, a river running wild. And have you ever wondered about it, child? Have you ever wondered what it will be like to swim in colours?

(iii) What's that? he asks him, pointing to a horn.

It's the Gabriel's Horn, he replies. It has a finite volume but an infinite surface area.

His hands are in his hair, trailing down the spine while the other threads his fingers in his locks and pulls him closer. There are smiles on their lips and love in their heart and in that second, they are like that Gabriel's Horn. They are finites covered by infinities, their hands and souls and lips discovering every new thing.

(iv) There are days when one burns too bright. The world turns into ashes. But they've had created their own faith, baptized in a light they've made—they were never carved and nailed or bounded by holiness. So when the hellfire sings destruction, the blue flames charring the skin of one, the other burns too. Stripped of fear. Devoid of agony.

Let's meet in the ashes, they say to each other in the burning summer sun.

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Gratsu Bingo 2019

Prompt: Summer

@fuckyeahgratsu

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Pictures taken from Pinterest.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GOGO!

Yeah, I know this doodle sucks but I promise to make you a better one. @antomec

Wishing you a very happy birthday! You're an amazingggg writer. 💙

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Here's a tiny gift for the wonderful @mdelpin

Thank you for everything. We love you! <3

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