Uh, can you do a station theater Jane moodboard? If not that's fine!
❝ Back to a time before I had form, back to a time before I was born.❞ ― Station Theatre!Jane Doe Moodboard!

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Uh, can you do a station theater Jane moodboard? If not that's fine!
❝ Back to a time before I had form, back to a time before I was born.❞ ― Station Theatre!Jane Doe Moodboard!
so i made this baek icons, it's my first time doing icons ;(
pretty simple but i liked them ªªª
7) Astronaut / Discovery / Let me fall into the dream of the astronaut. Where I get lost in space that goes on forever
In which Shouta discovers that that annoyingly popular top student actually has a beautiful smile when he's not forcing it.
Holy sht this art is awful as all fuck.
Wanted to turn at least something in for EraserMight week tho <3
First time I ever drew either of 'em and there is a large diff in the drawing styles welp
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me: *have zero painting skill* trying to learn how to draw, receiving no progress
Jotober Prompt #1
Poisonous
Melanie sat on her sister's grave, with black tears. The pain and loss was still fresh.
She brought two crisp, green apples to share, one placed near Ashley's headstone. The one in her hand had a little nibble out of it, but it was soon turning black, like her polished nails. The sky was darkening, turning to dusk, and the autumn wind rustled the leaves along with her black curls.
Halloween was a few days away and the girls had been planning their costumes months in advance. They wanted to get it perfect. They weren't matching or anything, but this was their favorite time of year. Melanie chose to be Snow White and her sister chose Poison Ivy.
She rolled her eyes to the darkening sky and threw her apple on the ground beside her. It was pretty morbid to bring an apple to her dead twin, pretty stupid to come here every week and just sit there. If she stayed here long enough, would her parents even notice? Or, could she, too, join her sister in the hard, frosted ground.
Ashley poisoned her thoughts… everyday. She could feel her extremities go numb when she was doing something mundane, normal. She could feel her breath catch and choke her when she almost laughed at someone's joke. She couldn't help lying in bed, doing nothing for days on end, thinking about the accident.
She couldn't see, but the apple grew darker.
Finally, her friend arrived to the cemetery with a backpack of booze and a box in her hands. That box contained a Ouija Board.
Melanie stood up and grabbed the box from her friend's hands, dying to know her own fate.
I did a short little blurb story today for this prompt. Quick and rough so I can actually do these prompts everyday without being too overwhelmed, keep in mind they are completely first/rough draft and just for the sake of prompts and getting creative juices flowing. Who knows, maybe one day I will expand it and make it better if I really love the idea.
If you'd like to participate in Jotober here is the post where it will give you more info.
AU College Rhett and Link Drabble
The boys lounged lazily in their stuffy dorm room. Their legs were pressed against each other but physical contact was something they were used to at this point. After so many years of friendship those lines became pretty blurry.
Rhett scrolled through Netflix searching for something to fill their lazy Sunday. It was the first weekend in a while that he hadn’t had a date and if he was being honest with himself he was having a better time with Link anyway.
“OOO! 40 Year Old Virgin! You’ve never seen that one!” Rhett practically jumped off the couch. Link rolled his eyes, Rhett was way too excited about this movie.
“Why not?” He threw his hands up “This is gonna be me in like 20 years anyway...” Link had been having so much fun with Rhett this weekend and he was trying not to be bitter about how many nights Rhett has been spending out with random girls but it was Sunday and the weekend was almost over. He never brought them back to the room but Link’s mind ran wild thinking about what Rhett was up to before he came home in the early hours of the morning.
“Shut up man! You’ll find someone!” Rhett slapped him on the bare thigh. Link hadn’t noticed how far his shorts had ridden up.
“No man! Honestly, who wants to fuck this?” he gestured to his slim lanky body stretched across the sofa “NOBODY!”
“Link, plenty of people would want to fuck you!” Rhett’s eyes danced up Link’s body. His bare chest glistened with sweat. The dorm was always hot this late in the year and today was no exception.
“Who?” Link challenged “who do you know that wants to fuck me?” He sat up so he was inches away from Rhett’s face. Tension filled his body as he let his mind wonder to places that he had been avoiding for years. Places where HE and Rhett were out until early morning every weekend. Or even better, in their room every weekend.
“Uhh... umm” Rhett stuttered. His proximity to his friend made his mind short out. They had been close before, but never like this. This felt different, electric.
Link leaned even closer letting himself be brave. It was now or never because he couldn’t take it any longer.
“Do you want to fuck me?” Link let the words spill out of his mouth without trepidation. He stood on his knees hovering over Rhett getting close enough to kiss him.
“Rhett, do you want to fuck me?” Link whispered against Rhett’s lips. Rhett took a deep shaky breath trying to find his words. He had thought about it before but he kept that at the back of his mind, just out of reach. But now it was right there in front of him. There was no denying it anymore.
“Yes” his whispered.
A҉͖̦̦n̠͍͍͕̜̥͝ͅd̶̺̩̞͇̞̠̦ ͟I̪ ̗C̘̣a̛̤̗̠̤̞̘r̻̻e͔͖̲̩̪̳̹ ͙̟̦W̥̟̤̪̞͓͕͠h̝͎͚͈̟a̠͡t̥͉ ͕̝̝̰̼͓̠́Y̘͈̩̤̙͡o͍̦̠̘͓u̜̘͇̩̫͙ ͍͎͔̯̦ͅT̝̬̥̦͞h̨̙̱ì̹̤n̗͇k̻̞̣͈̙͇͢ͅ