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I made a bird house!! The moth and caterpillar on top are called Orange-tipped oakworm moths and the leaf shape and acorns are meant to look like a Bur Oak! :D I love pottery and I love trees and I am really really proud of this piece >:]

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Finally grew brave enough to start trying to draw them!! I am not entirely satisfied but I’m pretty happy with how they came out :] I am so, so abysmally bad at sketching digitally so these are digitally colored pencil sketches. Hopefully I will draw more Soon

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Currently knitting and thinking about Keep Your Brittle Heart Warm probably updating tomorrow and getting flashbacks to The Outage. Please I need my smut and fluff.

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Now that I’ve started thinking about the Prism x Bodyguard Coupé idea I commented on this post I CANNOT STOP. Literally recorded 7 minutes of voice memos on my way home because I couldn’t stop yapping.

Anyway @archivedangst and @blogs-georg if you want more here it is :D

First of all THIS is the beautiful art I was talking about. Isn’t it gorgeous??

So!!

It would start off as a pretty professional relationship of course, but Coupé would start listening to Prism’s music outside of work, maybe even coming up with some routines to it. She thinks the blend of art forms is beautiful.

Prism gets some threatening messages from “fans” right around the time she’s planning to go on tour, so she decides she’ll need some security at all times. She chooses Coupé to be her shadow (hehehe) for the duration of her tour because she’s seen her listening to her music and she thinks it’s cute.

Coupé sleeps in the tour van with Prism and her band. Prism notices her reading some sort of “romantasy” book and they bond over their love of reading, starting a mini book club. They learn each other’s real names, and generally become acquainted in the intimate ways that come from living with someone.

The tour ends, with no actual threats. Thankfully whoever it was before was way more bark than bite. Alice and Janelle settle back into their previous routines. Alice works for the Z-team during the day and continues writing and performing music. Janelle works as a bouncer for the local hero bar when she’s not on bodyguard duty for a show.

While it’s a relief to not be crammed into that awful bus anymore, they both find themselves feeling a bit disappointed whenever it’s time to go home to their apartments. Coupé starts writing a story to distract herself, supposedly about a princess of light magic and her devoted knight. Prism is finding her music keeps coming out softer, almost yearning. It’s so different from her usual style, she’s embarrassed. She keeps her romantic songs to herself and tries to write more music like she normally would. She can’t stop thinking about waking up to the red glow of Coupé’s reading light and she doesn’t know why.

During a show that Coupé is working, she keeps finding herself getting distracted. Her eyes are wandering away from the crowd, instead studying the way sweat glistens on Alice’s skin, the way her eyes sparkle with her lights when she throws her shades down. She’s mesmerized.

So mesmerized, in fact, that she almost doesn’t see the kitchen knife hurtling straight for Prism’s throat. It glints in the corner of her eye and suddenly her years as an assassin are kicking in and her body is moving before her mind can react. She crashes into Alice just in time for the knife to sink into Alice’s shoulder instead of her neck. She’s alive, but she’s bleeding so much, there is so much blood. Janelle has never been squeamish but she’s nauseous at the sight. She doesn’t even notice as the stadium is cleared out and the EMTs on standby rush to secure the wound. All she can see is Alice’s eyes, glazed over and unresponsive.

The next thing Alice knows, she’s blinking awake in a hospital bed. Not too surprising, considering her other line of work, but what does shock her is the woman contorted in the chair beside her. It’s Janelle. She suddenly realizes there’s no one she’d rather have next to her.

She shifts in bed and Janelle wakes up with a start, looking all around before her eyes settle on Alice, awake and *alive*. Relief floods through her, but it is quickly killed by an overwhelming wave of guilt. Alice watches her face fall and tries to reach out for her hand, but Janelle gently places her hand back on the bed, eyes already looking toward the door.

“I’m going to resign. I cannot protect you in the way you deserve, Miss Prism. I am sorry.”

Coupé rushes out through the curtained doors. Alice watches her go. She only realizes she’s crying when she feels a tear roll down and tickle her ear.

A lot of this was inspired by the song Shoulders by Big Thief (my most *favorite* band EVER). I’m making myself cry with this one :’)

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I’m conducting some important research >:]

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what do you mean!!! updated today and it’s gone? this is torture. I am distraught, and I am sorrowful. I have no idea what fic this was

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Y’all this week has been SUFFOCATING. Too much freaking stuff to do and I am getting prettyyy burnt out now that we’re more than halfway through my school semester. But I’m BACK and I hope you all aren’t too mad at me for reblogging and liking the shit out of everything that I’ve missed

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Thank you for tagging me @allmxedup up, you’re so sweet!! Here’s my answers :D

Tag 10 or fewer people you’d like to know more about

last song: so this is also not a song that I actually know— I love to listen to math rock in the background while doing my homework but I never actually pay attention. It’s called When the Catholic Girls Go Camping, the Nicotine Vampires Rule Supreme. Last song I set out to listen to was Shoulders by Big Thief. I’ve actually mentioned that song before on here, I really love it.

favorite color: for the longest time it’s been green, and it still is, but I have been LOVING brown lately. I just love earthy colors. The color pallet of the graphic novel Mamo by Sas Milledge is my everything.

currently watching: does Smosh videos and the Sad Boyz podcast on youtube count? This feels like a good time to mention that a dispatch Smosh au briefly crossed my mind, for the SOUL reason that Mandy = Amanda (aka Movie Mandy) and then Courtney = Courtney. It is not fleshed out because it doesn’t make any sense but I want you to know that’s something I think about sometimes.

It’s been a while since I’ve properly watched a show, but the last one I remember really loving was Maid.

currently reading: really it is just fanfics at this point. My favorite ongoing ones are Keep Your Brittle Heart Warm by DizzyRobin, Prescribed Burn by Allmxxedup, and you drive me crazier (than a wingless bee) by mechaslut. There was also an entire fic posted yesterday that I absolutely binged called plus one by captainskellington. They are all Flambert and they are all incredible. There’s actually so many more but these are the ones I get super excited to see when I open ao3.

current obsession: I can’t look you in the eye and say anything other than dispatch. I suppose also just the concept of ao3? I’d never read anything on ao3, or really any fanfic, until I finished watching seven play through of dispatch and decided I could not let it go lmfao. I’m so glad I did though, because I LOVE IT. I hope one day that I’ll have a story to share with people, but for now I just adore the community and the tag system and I honestly just think it’s the perfect site. I think even once I (god forbid) move on from dispatch, I’ll still come back to ao3.

currently working on: many things!! Mainly a coil-built vessel in my ceramics class, and a scarf for my sister. I’m about 3/5s through the scarf, and I’m on to the decoration of my pot! It’s about my childhood and all the things that made me love nature :] Here’s my concept sketch and the rim (only part I’ve carved so far):

last google search: It appears to be “ornate round tables”. I was looking for a reference so I could paint a tea party scene on a birthday card for my friend :D

Sorry this is so freaking long my dudes! I apparently like to talk about myself. In the time it took me to write this, dizzy already posted her answers so I won’t tag her, but know I did want to know :]

Tell me about yourselves (but only if you wish) my moots! @blogs-georg, @ye-old-buttspocks, @oclioneo