Inventory management must be a different process when you can spawn your own little guys to help out. How helpful they really are is up for debate.
@handbarfs this is my piece for you for the QSMP art trade! Thank you again to @applehearted for hosting this event and thank you to both of you for being patient with me taking an extra minute 💚
MY JRWIBIGBANG BITB ART !!!! I did the rolan portrait and the lineart and some of the lighting for the big photo !! SOOOOO MUCH LOVE TO @atomicraft @zroqravity @handbarfs FOR WORKINNG WITH ME ON THIS ART !!!! THE FIC ACOMPANING THIS CAN BE FOUND AT @jrwibang !!!!
I Knew You When by @dragoonhooman, pinch written by @theblacktiecacti
"--But if poetry is next week, how come you, the best poem I’ve ever read, has been with me for years. You have a radical singing voice, and I could write millions, billions of songs about how you laugh.”
Kian plays a short riff, tipping his head upwards as if to inhale the music. "Music, the source of emotion, of strength, of love. May it give me courage. Jesus Christ, Rebecca Jones, I love you.”
He plays a riff again, this one larger, stretching up to the sky above him. He keeps his eyes fixed on the ceiling, breathing heavily.
A beat passes. Then two.
“Oh, Kian,” Rand sings, voice purposely high. He clasps his hands together, gasping softly. “I love you too! You’re so hot and handsome and hot. That was so romantic. We should make out and—” Rand cuts himself off as he starts obnoxiously making kissing noises, causing Rachel to burst out in laughter.
“That was really good, man,” chimes in Rolan, ever the calmer one in the party. “I particularly like the part about poetry. It was very, very charming. And, uh, poetic. I’m sure she's going to love it.”
Or...It's easy to forget, after all that's happened, that they were kids once too.
art by @handbarfs, @atomicraft, @zroqravity, and @gilliontidestridertits