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fine... I'll post my selfship art here...
Who Am I But Yours?
Monsieur Jean Valjean,,,, Señora Mercedes Peralta,,,, my sweet, romantic beloveds,,,,,,
if they were filmed in a movie it would be filled with the warbling sweet music of violins, violas, a deep resonant cello, flighty pianos and flutes, tinkling bells. There would be sooo many shots filled with soft looks of longing when the other isn't paying attention, nervous giggling after "accidental" hand touches, gentle smiles, voices during casual small talk suddenly growing breathless / raspy when a spark of passion ignites in the other's eyes. There would be many flowers- in vases, woven into crowns, in gardens, wrapped in newspaper, tucked behind an ear. Moments where paint (Mercedes) and dirt (Valjean) smudges are wiped off each other's skin with trembling fingers. Flushed cheeks and parted lips, pupils wide in the lowlight of the lamp fire but not a single move taken to do anything about it but whisper "bonne nuit" and walk out into the cooling night air. Quiet moments inside a cathedral, heads bowed, arms touching, whispering back and forth about the nature of Man, Sin, God, and Mercy, about how Repentance and Repainting are the same thing if you only just apply that decisive brush stroke to your canvas. Of course it would include a ton of moments bathed in both the golden hour and what I like to call the "rose gold" hour where the light from the setting sun turns brassy and red and paints both their faces in shades of rosé exactly like the very wine they sip as they sit too close together on a blanket and watch Cosette run around near the lake's edge, sparkling golden light off the water's edge mixing with her girlish laughter, the flap of wings as elegant swans take flight. In this essay I will
almost been two years and morale still want that cookie bad (redraw of a october 2024 drawing as a treat)
first selfship art in actual years hi guys here's some 0h9s bs 🫶
(okay to reblog. DOUBLES DO NOT INTERACT.)
i just wanted to try drawing ultimate dough shadow pitaya but i got a little bit carried away at some point
quick messy doodle as I play around with a new drawing app. I want to draw him/us more... I think this turned out cute though so I wanted to post it, even if it's the 500th "I don't know what to draw so we're just standing next to each other" and arms goes behind the back or in the pockets