Untagged ramble post about the the fic writing Iāve been doing + snippets (kind of a lot of them actually whoops) since idk if Iāll ever actually finish them letās gooo (spoilers for said fics obvi)
Forgetting about Tsubakuraās hat when writing is my new forgetting about Vanitasā Unversed when writing. Though in my defense I refuse to believe that their current normal outfit is what they used to wear to work because that is so many lab dress code violations including OPEN-TOED SHOES??!??!
Relatedly I had a funny moment of realization where I was like āwait Iām writing about throwing up black goop AGAIN??? What a coincidenceā
Thus far I have caused one of my friends (not a lenāen fan, only knows about it through my talking about it) to have TWO separate dreams about Lenāen characters. I have since also had a dream about them but this friend had two before it even happened to me once (also I may have incorporated one or two aspects of said dreams into my stuffā¦)
I still write in my notes app with asterisks (discord markdown) for italics. I will never change and that is a promise
Btw in order the fics are: āTsubakura makes terrible life decisions for two months straight and then Suzumi responds to them breaking up with her by faking her own death: the ficā
Followed by āThe fact that there isnāt a unique ending for BPoHC Secret Team neutral route with Tsubakura as stage 6 boss has been plaguing me and Iām āboutta make it everyone elseās problemā (the actual current working title) (aka thinly veiled excuse for characters having sex thatās actually a thinly veiled excuse for Suzumi to explain why they did all that nonsense in the previous fic)
Then āHamal Cine Bad End but I had to make a whole entire oc before deciding there would be anything there worth writing because if it was just Hamal and Tsubakura interacting it would be completely unreadable (featuring second person pov yet again!! So maybe itās unreadable anyways idk)ā
And finally āI couldnāt figure out how to finish that last fic satisfyingly so instead I started writing Tsubakura pov of before and after it but that means like half of it is just Hamal and Tsubakura which is what I was trying to avoid earlier whoops! The other half is logistics (actually thatās a lie the vast majority of it is logistics. What can I say I like logistics in my angst)ā
Assuming Suzumiās eye color just looks like brown to other people cause otherwise that would make the alters extremely obvious (I think zara also did this the other day ehe)
Arde shouldāve been at the cluuuuub (Seriously though Arde has quickly skyrocketed into being one of my fave Lenāen characters and also probably the person I feel the most bad for in at least my version of pre-canon. Like they all made bad decisions there but Arde had soooo much nonsense to deal with and extremely few viable alternatives)
I just now remembered the Japanese school year is different and I should look up what colleges typically do there
Unfortunately I cannot figure out how to google āwhat is the Japanese governmentās procedure for reintegrating a formerly missing person into society when their kidnapping was a 37-year-old cold case (completely unrelated to the kidnapping they just escaped from) and also theyāre largely made up of nanomachines or whatever now and have very advanced peripheral neuropathy and no living friends or relatives aside from this one rando whoās known them for about an hour (in the year 2050)ā
Trying to make sense of Suzumiās powers AAAAAAAAAA are the clones DIEGETIC??? Is Hooakaās arm just gone FOREVER?? At the very least the disguise ability being Bennyās main ability would make some sense for how Iām writing them if. Itās even possible for them to turn it on and then have Arde front afterwards agh idk
Period-accurate communications tech also continues to be a completely self-inflicted thorn in my side. Iām assuming you could delete sent messages on whatever mobile messaging service Japanese young adults were using circa 2010 because I saw a post from 2017 saying you could do that on wechat and I canāt be bothered to do deeper research when it would significantly change my plot to find out otherwise
So you know how that one drawing of mine with Tsubakura and Tsurubami keeps just getting tagged as those two when itās actually secretly suzutsuba (even moreso now that Iāve been developing Arde more lol)? Thatās how I felt realizing that all my suzutsuba stuff is actually pointing to endgame yabutsuba (romantic or qpp idk idc) (also sorry ybtb fans Iām with you but Iām probably just gonna keep writing suzutsuba instead because my brain focuses on angst 100% of the time)
Semi-relatedly the aforementioned oc is named Koemi Oumura and happens to look a fair amount like Yabusame, which is presumably just a coincidence because Yabusame is the one character confirmed to not have any homeologues (extremely funny and scary fun fact), though I did come up with her name by like moving all the kanji in Yabuās name a little to the left so lol who knows
While doing game dialogue research I ended up realizing that part of shrine teamās convo with Sanra is Tsubakura going āyeah clothes should be comfortable and unrestrictive!ā and I was like āwhoopsā¦ just gonna partially ignore that cause Iāve already been hcing the fact that you bind sometimes lol sorryā
Hamal gives herself biological immortality which is brought up only as a one-liner gag
Also I hope the way I write her dialogue isnāt like, too annoying. I cannot be bothered to copy paste unicode eighth notes wait a second I have a Japanese keyboard??! Oh well; still canāt be bothered so Iām just working with tildes and hearts. My friend tried to express which Lenāen character showed up in its dream by saying āwhich suzumi is the ~ one. that oneā
Ok time for assorted snippets (all mixed up just to keep ya guessing, though they also feel a little poetic in this arrangement. Mostly from the first fic since thatās the one I most want to post [and also the only one thatās T instead of M]) and then the sex stuff will be quarantined afterwards
Tsubakura pulls out their phone and sinks to the ground, breathing heavily (partially from the exertion). They look through their contacts. Yabusame is missing yet again. Haltingly, they punch in her number (they have it memorized, they triple-checked that they had it memorized just yesterday) and hit dial.
They start talking as soon as it picks up. āYabu, I know I told you to let me handle things on my own for now, but Iā¦ I changed my mind; I need help, I-I donāt know what to doāā
The voice that interrupts them is not Yabusameās, but theyād still recognize it anywhere. āOh! Hello~! Expecting someone else, were we? Silly Tsuba~<3ā
Tsubakura hangs up abruptly and just. Sits there. After a few minutes they check their phone to confirm, but itās obvious that the number they have in their head is Suzumiās. In fact, every number they have saved to their contacts is Suzumiās. They donāt even bother with trying to remember their friendsā street addresses; they just hope she at least left them the route to the lab.
So. The message is abundantly clear. Theyāre alone in this. (And if the reason theyāre late to work that day is because they curled up next to a dumpster and cried until they got scared she might come outside looking for them, well, thatās nobodyās business but their own.)
āThe old Suzumi never quite worked up the courage to tell you all of this, but they really looked up to you, yāknow? She was awestruck from the day you met. Renowned prodigy Tsubakura Enraku, this kid who was so smart, and educated, and accomplished, and cool, and attractive, and self-assured, and not even any older than she was? Who not only accepted her affections, but reciprocated them? Invited her to live with them? Ohh, she put you on a pedestal a mile high~! Gave them quite the inferiority complex, you did~ And thenāā
āDonāt,ā Tsubakura breathes, but sheās not done saying her piece yet.
āāThe Accident happened. And what did you do? You blamed everything on her to save you own skin. While she was in the hospital, even! You betrayed her.ā
āBut that wasnātāā
Hamee clamps a hand over their mouth and clucks her tongue disapprovingly. āIt doesnāt matter what you thought you were doing. Youāre smarter than that, Tsu~ba~ku~ra~. You know what it wouldāve looked like. Felt like. And you certainly didnāt try to clear up any misconceptions with the higher-ups afterwards, did you~?ā
Tsubakura looks mortified. Itās a good look on them.
Hamee chuckles and skims her hand down to the center of their chest. āAnd it broke Suzumiās poor liāl heart~</3 Well, specifically Ardeyās, at that point. All her monumental faith in you just crumbled to dust. Sheās wanted nothing more than good old-fashioned revenge on you ever since.ā
ā¦
Ardeyās silence in their head is palpable.
What? No pithy comments this time~?
Donāt talk to me right now.
If you say so~
Tsubakuraās heartbeat feels like a hummingbird caught beneath her fingertips, but they put on their best brave face. āAnd? What about you, Ha- whatever you said your name was. What exactly is your deal supposed to be?ā
āOh, me? Pretty little Hamee~? Wellā¦ā She gently cradles their head in her hands and leans in close, smiling serenely. Their already barely-stoic facade cracks just from that. āI never stopped seeing you as that beautiful, perfect genius that Suzumi idolized so! I still keep you up on that pedestal, Tsubakura-sama~<3 And all I want to doā¦ā She whispers the last part in their ear like a catty schoolgirl telling a mean joke. āā¦is drag you down from it. Until youāre just as sad and broken as the rest of us~ Forever and ever <3ā
And suddenly Hamal is there (still pretty hot, admittedly, but the effect is mitigated significantly by literally everything else about her), smiling without a care in the world, cupping Tsubakuraās face delicately in her hands like she isnāt currently out in a thunderstorm with a pistol tucked into her waistband, about to actually kill someone (specifically, YOU!!!) just to torment them. āOhh, Tsubakura-samaā¦ did you really think you could ever escape me~?ā
When they tune back in to the present, Yabusameās talking again. āāand a little while after you hung up, you sent me a photo of a handwritten note, and I didnāt really understand it, ācause the handwriting was weird and I think I didnāt know some of the kanji, but before I could ask you what that was all about, you deleted it, and none of my messages or calls have gone through since then!ā
Tsubakura looks up from where theyāve been reflexively clutching at their head to see Yabusame standing over them all concerned, hands still out like she wants to touch them but canāt. (Right; she doesnāt know where theyāre injured. Theyāre not 100% sure themself.) Mechanically, they reach down to grab their phone from their pocket and check it over. Nothing out of the ordinary except that thereās no trace of last nightās call, and Yabusameās number is blocked and deleted from their contacts, which they quickly rectify. āIssue was on my end. Should go through now.ā
āOkayyyyyā¦ā Yabusame pouts, and then draws back a little and fidgets nervously. āYāknow, I checked for you here and at your favorite bar, and when you werenāt either of those places, I thought reeeeally hard about checking your apartment, but you said that if I ever popped into your apartment without an invitation again, youād string me up by my ankles!ā They briefly do an impression of Tsubakura lecturing them before getting even more subdued. āAnd, I figured, if you were at home, and Suzumi was there, ācause theyāre always at home these days, that either Suzumi could fix the problem, or maybe Suzumi was the problem, and I was worried that me showing up maybe wouldāve. Made it worse.ā She tilts her head and looks at them imploringly, the platonic ideal of puppy-dog eyes. āWas that stupid of me?ā
(Thereās very little point in attempting anything else, even if they were able to; it all leads to the same outcome. She loves them when they struggle against her. She loves them when they love her back. She loves them when they give up entirely. She loves every single aspect of them. She loves the very concept of them. Thereās nothing they could do that could possibly dissuade her. Thereās no way to win anymore.)
Hoojiroās brows knit together, but she doesnāt make any sort of remark about the strangeness of their behavior just yet, instead holding out their phone, which she mustāve retrieved from wherever it was theyād flung it last night. Or this morning, technically. Who cares. āYour phone. It sounds like Su-somebodyās calling?ā Sheās clearly trying to be delicate, but itās on silent. She mustāve looked at the screen. She knows who it is.
Tsubakura deflates back into their chair, taking the phone only to drop it face-down on the table in front of them. (They donāt want to risk declining the call; that would just tell her that theyāre awake and paying attention.) The jig is pretty much up anyway, so they bury their face in their arms and groan. Theyāre so tired. āYeah, tell me something I donāt knowā¦ā
Hoojiro shuffles and hesitates before addressing the elephant in the room. āDoctor, Iā¦ you claimed it was just an accident that you fell asleep here the other night, and when I left yesterday you told me youād make sure to go home, but you clearly didnāt, and now it looks to me like your girlfriend has been unsuccessfully trying to contact you, so I guess what I mean to say isā¦ How long have you been here? Really.ā
Tsubakura groans again in response.
āDoctor,ā Hoojiro admonishes.
āShitodo,ā they reply in a similar tone.
She sighs. āTsubakuraā¦ā
They peek out at her guiltily. āā¦..Four days. I think.ā
With the short hair, loose-fitting hospital clothes, and useless blackened limbs, theyāre hardly recognizable as Tsubakura Enraku, genius prodigy, groundbreaking scientist, honorary Senri priest. But that person was killed decades ago along with everyone else (and thousands more times afterward for good measure), and all they are now is a lingering ghost left trapped in their own decaying corpse. Or maybe, if you just focus on the wan face, the dark, sunken eyes, they look like the exact same clinically depressed and perpetually exhausted Tsubakura Enraku that theyāve always been, just currently lacking any work or leisure or alcohol in which to drown themself so they can forget about the absurd tragedy that is their life. Hard to say; theyāre kinda mixing their metaphors here.
āThe angry one is called Ardey. Most of our ~trysts~ in the past have actually been with her fronting, but she decided it would be more practical to just straight-up kill you after you stopped wanting to have anything to do with us. Soooo sheās trying to pretend like she isnāt watching right now, teehee <3ā
HEY.
āShe says hi~!ā
I DO NOT. SHUT UP.
Ok, this is all very. Beside the point. The point being that Tsubakura woke up to their girlfriend smothering them with a pillow. They attempt to calm down and take a deep breath, neither of which is made easier by Suzumiās weight on their stomach. āSoā¦ uhhā¦ did you just try to kill me?ā
Suzumi laughs airily, but with an ever-so-slightly nervous edge. āOhh, ākillā is such a strong wordā¦ā She trails a finger down the underside of their jaw. āReally, whatās a little bit of suffocation between friends~?ā She continues down their throat and traces along their collarbones. āIf it helps, it was just aā¦ mood swing thing. Shouldnāt happen again. I like making you squirm a liiittle too much to actually want to get rid of you~ā She hooks the finger on the collar of their shirt and tugs.
āYouāre trying to distract me now, arenāt you.ā Itās hardly a question.
āIs it working?ā Suzumi deadpans.
They should probably be more concerned, and will definitely start sleeping on the couch after this, but for now, Tsubakura swallows and makes a decision that isā¦ not one of their smarter ones, to be honest. Whatever. Blame the oxygen deprivation, if you must.
āWell. You could be trying harder.ā
āI always took you for granted, because Iām a black hole of a human being that just takes and takes and takes until thereās nothing left. I donāt know if thereās even any of the real you left in there, Suzumi. So:ā
Tsubakura sinks down to one knee and reaches up a hand, their dark eyes as unreadable as ever. Hamee feels their heart skip a beat at the sight, but for all the wrong reasons. She wonāt lie and claim that she hasnāt fantasized about setting up a scenario like this someday, buying a white dress and a real tux and rubbing in her victory over them with the āātil death do us partās and all that, but not like this. Not on their terms; not with them real and in the flesh and kneeling right here in front of her, acting out something that couldāve happened years ago if theyād been either a whole lot better for each other or just a little more stupid, but asking for a knife to the jugular rather than an āI doā. Everything about this is wrong.
āIām giving myself to you,ā Tsubakura says. āWill you take me?ā
The police havenāt even bothered to get back to them about pressing charges (a laughable attempt, they know, but they had to try something) by the time Tsubakuraās old apartment goes up in flames, and the obituary of Suzumi Kuzu gets printed in the papers, accompanied by the awkward university ID photo of somebody they maybe loved, once. Just making it official that that person is long gone, they suppose.
(But they donāt believe sheās dead for even a second.)
Sex stuff is down here
They just keep having sex. It just keeps happening. Iām aroace-spec and actively religious; how did I get here? Where am I?? Hello????
The number of sex scenes I am writing around is absolutely crazy given that like. I literally canāt even bring myself to use the word ābuttā. Tsubakura is mostly naked about half the time. I am matrix dodging specifics out here (to be clear all intercourse is either before/after the parts that Iām actually writing or itās vaguely skipped over. Even if I wasnāt holding myself to particular language standards Iām always in it more for the emotional part of it and donāt care for the explicit sex stuff so everything I write should be M at most)
I am extremely aware that Hamal Cine Bad End is a lot (and definitely an extreme canon divergence; like perfect storm of things going wrong, Arde and Benet would have to be out of the picture, Hamal would need to get like 10000% less impulsive) and Iām very nervous about sharing any of it at all!! Uhhhhh what else to say about itā¦ Iām trying not to be too gratuitous? The one actual beat-by-beat scene I have any plans for atm is much more focused on the psychological/torture aspects once it flips into gear (not particularly gory either)? Hopefully Iām handling it well? Idk I just hope if I do end up posting it that my writing speaks for itself. Stands on its own. Or whatever like you know what I mean
Ok moving on so you remember that first fic I was writing a few months ago and then abandoned? That fic was funny cause the whole idea I was going off of was using marriage as a metaphor for getting murdered (second to last snippet is a surprise cameo from that heehee; I couldnāt figure out how to write into it in a way that would make sense though) and if I ever published that one I would definitely have needed to put out a disclaimer thatās like āYes I am happily married, yes I am aroace, yes I am only interested in super toxic shipping; I contain multitudesā (also no ace discourse please; despite the fact I could pass for allo in some ways I still choose to identify as aroace because my aro/asexuality affects a lot of areas of my life even if itās not that visible to others)
Unsure whether my friends are making fun of me for getting my sex ed from wikipedia but like, how else am I supposed to learn about bdsm and gay sex; ask my mom?? I donāt even ask her about straight sex!
Hopefully itās very clear when Iām writing stuff that isnāt supposed to be healthy? I watched some video essays on fifty shades and other bad romance novels for fun recently and hoo boy!! Thatās certainly something to avoid. I also finally finished reading through Lolita (read the first half in like middle school or smthn) and I felt like that was a good lesson in how to write obviously abusive relationships and also how to avoid writing sex scenes. (Also that was the first real book Iāve read in a whiiiile lol) (I also finished reading a certain manhwa I half-read years ago, mostly out of morbid curiosity cause the wiki was very vague on how it ended. Didnāt really glean anything immediately helpful from that and there was way more sex and nudity than I remembered; kinda regret it)
I know I mentioned a while ago that I was projecting somewhat onto Suzumi but just to be clear Iām definitely also projecting onto Tsubakura. Sorry for giving them all my sexual preferences (and one very specific fairly minor parental trauma); it will happen again (thatās me on the left; I havenāt changed my pfp to reflect my current sona) (donāt mind the koala)
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Welp, the ref lineup still isnāt done cause I havenāt drawn Shion yet, and the belated valentines Iāve been working on are gonna be like at least a month late cause I just planned three more, but what I did do these past couple weeks is start writing a fanfic and then immediately abandon it to go draw a bunch of only tangentially-related suzutsubas (except for that first pic; thatās a scene from it, albeit one I havenāt written yet), only half of which are fit for public posting (one of āem I could make a few edits and feel ok about posting sometime; itās not that out there, itās just, yāknow. Hamal Cine Bad End Hyperbolic Torture Chamber. Iām usually very āwhatever happens happensā about my art but if I donāt show some restraint I know Iāll end up stuck in there forever), but hey, since Iāve been teasing them for ages and finally have some finished stuff with them, take a couple Suzumii! Also gonna ramble abt headcanons under the cut (and it will be LONG)
To begin, a note abt my Lenāen gender/pronoun headcanons: as a they/them preferrer myself, Iām thrilled that most people just stick with those for everyone, but Iāve developed some more detailed headcanons as I go through working on designs and Iāll generally be using those. Donāt worry though, most of them are still nonbinary and basically all of them are trans/gq. Relevant ones for this post are Tsubakura: they/them nonbinary (transmasc to some degree) and Suzumi: cis female, question mark?? (to be elaborated on); for clarityās sake I usually use she/her for Arde and Hamal Cine individually and plural they for the system collectively (also I donāt usually use their nicknames, dunno why), but singular they for Benet (the wiki says Benny is probably short for Benetnasch so Iām assuming thatās their actual name) for reasons which will also be elaborated on (sort of).
Aaalso this clearly isnāt autobiographical or anything but I think Iām subconsciously putting a lot of myself into Suzumi because 1) we do look pretty similar (brown wavy bob + blue eyes) and 2) given their current status as both the main antagonist and the most well-known plural Lenāen character (I get the impression that Hooaka also being plural isnāt super common knowledge; I mean it took me several read-throughs of their wiki page and their dialogue with BPoHC Secret Team to get what they were getting at lol) I am probably way too anxious about doing a bad stereotype. Just an observation and also probably partially why Iāve even ended up with so much headcanon for them in the first place
And before I get into the thick of it, notes on derivations from canon: Iām running with the assumption that Suzumi being a system is a relatively recent development tied to whatever incident it was that caused the falling-out, since Tsubakura is like the only person who seems at all familiar with Hamal (including Mitori/Chouki/Fumikado, but theyāre more easily explained away as just having met with one of the other alters the few times theyāve interacted) even though sheās supposedly usually the one fronting. They donāt seem to know the mechanics of it though, judging by their confusion when Arde implied that she and Hamal are different people. So basically, Iāll be referring to pre-incident Suzumi as a different character from any of the other three. (Ngl I am very influenced by Dissociation Constant on that and just in general [when will my wife The One and Only Suzutsuba Fic return from the warā¦..]) I was also debating whether to have Suzumi have any history with the gang before starting to work at the lab/whether stuff would happen around high school or college age, cause they keep referring to everything happening āa long time agoā and I know I, a 24-year-old, feel like stuff that happened five years ago was like yesterday, but I do have the pandemic and not really doing much of anything for most of that time to reckon with so like, eh. College age makes more sense in my head and so does the dynamic of like, Suzumi was only introduced into the friend group (she was acquainted w Hoojiro and Yabu already though bc lab) because she was dating Tsubakura and since that ended, and badly (understatement of the century), they have extremely little reason to be civil with each other and also interacting at all is really awkward.
Ok now on with it! Either end of high school or beginning of college, Suzumi ends up interning at Tsubakuraās lab for college credit (Tsubaās already practically a department head despite being like 17 or something because. Idk. Who even knows whatās up with them) and sheās like. Only wears t-shirts and jeans (bought a bunch of khakis for this job though), [reading] glasses from the menās section, hates leaving her hair down (itās lab safety anyways). Repressed queer in denial, you know the type. Starts interacting a lot with Mx. Tsubakura āwears short shorts that everybody thinks are actually a skirt and also uses ore and omae almost exclusivelyā Enraku who seems to have everything all figured out and is immediately starstruck (GIRL WHY?? they are such a mess). Lots of ādo I want to date them or do I want to be themā confusion (this will be relevant later); eventually evolves into the āam I trans or just a lesbianā question (not that they would need to be attracted to women to be into Tsubakura but you get the picture), which never quite gets answered.
In any case, they do eventually start dating (Tsubakura thinks sheās cute and smart so they reciprocate), and theyāre not like super great together cause Tsubakura is emotionally constipated at the best of times (Suzumiās into that though) and neither of them are the most mentally/emotionally healthy people even back then and also Tsubakura is more or less Suzumiās boss which is weird, but theyāre kind of ok??? Tsubakuraās mom dies at some point, also they move in together (college housing is expensive), the rest of the crew at the very least tolerate Suzumi, etcetera.
And thenā¦! [insert catastrophic event here]!! I donāt have a shot to call on this yet cause I have no idea what it couldāve been (and Iām sure itāll get revealed at some point anyways); Iām just banking on it being something extremely not mundane and something where you could reasonably set the blame on either (or neither) party cause they sure both seem convinced the other is way worse, huh! In Tsubakuraās case at least, blaming Suzumi is partially a defense mechanism so their self-loathing doesnāt get the better of them over it (guess what the fic was supposed to be about, lol).
The worst part of all this business though is that they DONāT break up over it immediately and it just makes everything orders of magnitude worse for everyone involved. Tsubakura and Arde have hate sex MORE THAN ONCEā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ they would both really rather forget about it. Hamal thinks itās hilarious, ofc, but the less said about her, the better. And Benetā¦ exists??? The only idea that Iām running off of for them atm is the observation that I think theyāre the only character with flat black eyes other than Tsubakura/Tsurubami and the subsequent idle thought, āhey if someone malded so hard about a breakup that they ended up with an introject of their ex would that be messed up or what?ā So make of that what you will. (Oh and it may have been obvious that this is what I was going for but Hamal is femme and Arde is butch and theyāre constantly squabbling abt aesthetic presentation. Having Arde be straight-up male wouldāve been too straightforward of an interpretation and I think itās funnier this way)
The canonically mentioned murder attempts start taking place and Iām leaning towards Tsubakura eventually being convinced to move out even though it was originally their apartment, albeit mostly just because the wikipedia page for house sparrows mentions that theyāre known to take over swallowsā nests, usually after theyāve been abandoned, but they will sometimes drive away or kill the current occupants, and that was a very fun fact to come across when specifically doing research for Lenāen but idk how else to incorporate it lol. And so on and so forth up until the present time.
Uhhh is that all I have atm? I think so! Anyway, I think I finally shook out all my suzutsuba doodles (and rambling, though I do still have that fic to work on. idk whether Iāll be able to finish it though; I started strong with an extended metaphor in the middle but Iiiiiām not sure if I can successfully write my way up to it while making it make sense. Also I may draw pretty slow but I write even slower!! Eh Iām sure Iāll post some of it sometime) for the time being so I should theoretically be able to finish up my bigger projects now. Maybe Iāll have the valentines ready in time for white day? Weāll see!
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