Realized I'd accumulated a lot of doodles so! I compiled a few of them to throw here. Mostly just character studies and effects tests! It took many, may tries to get mist I liked, that I could also draw consistently.
Flash Prompt: Could we revisit our Oasis Jonerys beans?
A Night Out
Jon’s skilled thumbs dug into the arch of her foot—now decidedly doughy in her third trimester. Dany moaned in bliss as the ever-present ache eased off.
“We don’t need to go out tonight, love. I’m quite happy staying in,” Jon said, leveling her with his patented Concerned-For-Dany-Working-Too-Hard look. Eyes closed in cat-like slits of contentment, Dany nearly missed the question. Dany straightened on the couch.
“No! I’ve been working remote for months. I’m climbing the walls. I need to get out for a bit,” she protested.
“But the doctor said—” Jon began. Dany grabbed a fistful of his denim shirt and dragged him close. Jon chuckled but held himself over her on the back of the couch to kiss her. She felt the sweetness of kissing Jon Snow all the way down to her toes. It had meant to be a sweet interruption from his well-documented concerns from their obstetrician, but as always, spun into something passionate. Pleasure trickled from their joined lips, making her heart race and her blood sing. Jon eased off and rested his forehead against hers.
“Are you sure? We still have some of that caramel sauce left over from last time we stayed in. That could be fun,” Jon offered. Dany grinned.
“How dare you tempt a pregnant woman with dessert?” Dany asked. She reached down and squeezed Jon’s spectacular arse.
“You’re not getting out of going to the theater that easily, Jon Snow. Now let’s go!” she said.
- MHT: Yuning. Come chase me~
- LYN: Wait, hold on. Let me see if I can stand on there.
- MHT: Oh yeah, can you?
- /dangerous action, do not imitate/
- LYN: Alright, let’s go.
- MHT: Go~
- /~romantic bgm~/
- MHT: What a beautiful image we make.
- LYN: I feel like I’m riding a monkey.
- MHT: I’m like Zhu Bajie carrying his wife.
- LYN: Hai~
- MHT: Chaoyue~ We’re coming to find you~
- LYN: It’s like the Classics.
I haven’t posted on here in a while, so here is a clip-video that I recorded of the Jon Young Band last week. Jon Young and I grew up in the same town. I went to school with his younger sister. Jon has been successful performing Americana music around the north Texas region in the local Red Dirt scene. Look his music up on your favorite streaming service—I recommend starting with his sophomore album, Relic, as the opener is still my favorite song of his.
I wish I had kissed a boy.
Loved one.
Danced in a room full of smoke,
Laughter my lipstick,
Bury my face into his shoulder,
Alive alive alive.
I will never be a bride.
Never tell all to a rapt reporter,
Never have an all to tell.
Never smoke in Japan, Greece, France -
I become smoke instead.
Transformed into a memory
before I even got to be a person.
Somewhere, there's a woman on a porch
staring out over the baked horizon,
nothing stirs,
not even the sun.
When the guy with resting serious face makes a joke, is it really a joke? Unrelated but I love Aegis's expressions. Her little teeths make everything that much cuter to me for some reason.