Well hello, this is my Tumblr account where I will draw something! ₊ ⊹.🩶
Oh, and I’m not an English speaker, so sometimes I can make mistakes in the text...aaaand, why not? There will be mini information about me and what I do and love~
Firstly!
Fandoms for which I will draw!!!
(information may be updated!)
Murder Drones (Murder Drones High OC)
The Amazing Digital Circles
Fundamental Paper Education
As for the ships, I will only draw what I like within reason. I'm not interested in ship battles, so please be kind to each other and respect others' preferences (WITHIN REASONABLE YES).
In general, because of my studies, I can rarely draw anything, so don’t be surprised when I disappear from the network. Sorry, high school design is killing me...ARGH!!!
(But I don't forbid you to ship it, you can see it however you want)
SHE'S DAMN PRETTY AND CRAZY...!!!
They so silly drones, guys)
You know, I'll still draw drones. Even if there won't be any more content about them. I like this fandom with its pros and cons. So, I'll visit you in my AUs and ideas about this universe. Maybe I'll even draw something about other projects, who knows?
In collaboration with the wonderful @taminam02. This is her AU entirely and I am just the one to put things in perspective and write them in detailed manner.
Ship: SmokeyBat
Genre: Romance, Glass
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(No one's pov)
Just because one is attracted to you doesn't mean you should be attracted to them too. When Sam fell in love with Uzi, she should have known better, but she didn't. She was desperate, she wanted to experience what it was like. Thad was out of reach, Doll caught his eye, and he got hers. Uzi kept quiet about it. She was never good with her feelings, she was never good expressing them. So when her cousin got the one reason to be somewhat happier in her life she didn't want to risk hurting Doll, didn't want to anger her, all that ordeal, blah, blah what a great grand sacrifice. But what of it? Well, after that Uzi began to notice how Sam would flirt with her. He may be slow, a little strange, but he was genuine in his words. High minds, sober words, right?
That was very right, but Uzi failed to look for the finer details before she got in with Sam. She was so happy when she did get with him, but she was so flustered and flushed, so, when she saw Sam wasn't exactly pressing on, she just assumed he was what she needed. A gentle patient touch. But that was far from enough. Her father was like that weather she liked it or not. Sam wasn't very active, he didn't give her the comfort and reassurance she needed. He always gave her space and sure sometimes he'd say something but with the first 'shut up' from Uzi, he would go 'Okay dudette, you're the boss' and that was it. He wasn't angry with her bursts. He wasn't angry with the mess she was. He saw her as unique. I mean, who wouldn't? She was a great drummer, her style was to die for, and her attitude? Sam was hooked, but not as hooked as he was on his addiction.
Her quick thinking and problem solving mind, her skills, her intelligence. Sam's heart began to move at a normal rate for once instead of the usual slowed down one. Of course the slowness was from his bad habit that made him as whole a little slower but that's besides the point. So, when he began to hear his heart drum into his ears he knew.
He approached her, he would smile, bring her small gifts, give her compliments, and much to his pleasant surprise she accepted him. Him. Slow sloppy Sam. She accepted him and wanted him like he wanted her, he couldn't be happier. But Sam was indeed slow, and he didn't realise that he had to be more active. He couldn't. It wasn't in his blood, he was a complete contrast to her fiery attitude, and maybe in the beginning that's why they were attracted to each other.
Sam would hold Uzi in his arms late at night and the girl would ponder if they were even supposed to be. Her concert waas coming soon and she was nervous. "Sam…?" "Hmmm?" The drowsy boy asked. "Will you come, to my concert?" "Mmmhmmm, you're the boss dudette." He said in his usual soft quiet voice, but her words didn't even register in his mind and he wasn't awake in the slightest.
The concert came… She was on the stage all alone. She wasn't supposed to be alone… But things took a turn for the worst and when she looked in the crowd for Sam she didn't find him. She bit back her anger and frustration and with glossy eyes that she shook away quickly she began to play. The rage, the pain, the heartache, the tears, the wrath, all of it into her drums. It was a weird show, no guitar, no voice, just drums. Some people mumbled and whispered annoyed, but others quite enjoyed the aggression of it. People usually expect the guitars to be the high of the show, but Uzi managed to prove them wrong. But not to herself. She didn't even realise she was still with a crowd in front of herself when she finished.
"I want to break up." She told Sam sharply as he looked at her puzzled. "What- why--" "Dammit Sam!" As Uzi rambled on, Sam's mind went quiet, and as he looked down at the floor with a look heavy with pain a singular thought appeared. "So, I'm not your nicotine eh?" He asked as he looked up at her like a watered down cat. Nicotine? Nicotine?! Even now he thinks of it?! Uzi was enraged.
The comparison was like a dagger to her heart, and the anger began to claw at her throat but she was never good with it, and soon the pain of tears she was holding back began to hurt her harder. What did she expect? He was slow, so slow… of course he needed time to understand. "Yes, you aren't my nicotine. I am not addicted to you." As Uzi said those words Sam nodded slowly with a sour look on his face. It hurt him, but for some reason he wasn't surprised. He knew he was all too lucky to get with her, and in a way, he always knew that it was only a matter of time. He just didn't know when to expect it and numbed it with a blunt like all the other times. It hurt him, his heart clenched in his chest, but he'll deal with it. One puff and it's all gone. One puff and he's back to bliss, but she? She is more reactive, more… awake, she will suffer more.
He warped his hands around her before she got to say anything else. Uzi stood there frozen. The pain, the disappointment from the one sided concert, the embarrassment, the shame, the rage, it all came flooding and before she realised it tears were mercilessly pouring from her eyes, staining his favourite sweatshirt. But he didn't care about it. This moment too was going to pass like a fleeting moment. They always do. Seconds slip between his fingers, and he stays asleep, but she was awake, and for her time was slow and agonising. An anguish that was like no other.
After all the tears were dried and Uzi began to walk away, she muttered. "Bite me." "Whatever you say dudette." Sam answered with a bright smile as tears of his own began to pour on his cheeks. Uzi looked back at him baffled by the sight. But what was done was done, and she couldn't comfort him nor show him pity. She just gave a small nod in a sympathetic manner and then she became one with the night while he continued to drown in the comforting darkness of his sweet numbness given to him by the nicotine that he has known his entire life.
