I only get to remind y’all once a year, and by golly am I
going to remind you
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This was actually supposed to be paired with the comic I
made last year as a kind of “then and now” regarding how Gakushuu reacts to his
father’s birthday, but I ran out of time, so I shelved the idea for a whole
year. I’m glad though! I knew that I would have to start much earlier than last
year if I wanted to color this the way I wanted to, so that’s what I did! Not to mention, I’ve
gotten much better at coloring since then!
I was really surprised when I saw that Studio Lerche gave
younger Gakuho brighter, more vibrant hair! I think
they chose a beautiful color though. It reminds me of autumn leaves. It made me think that maybe Gakushuu’s hair
was noticeably brighter when he was a young child, so I made his hair honey-colored rather than the deeper strawberry blonde I usually give him.
I finished the entire book last night and…I just can’t stop crying.
I knew it was coming. I’d been preparing for it for like, all book, but it still hurt so much.
And you realize that when Livvy (or was it Ty? I don’t remember.) was talking about how the gates of heaven open for just an instant when the clock chimes the hour, and Livvy and Robert have just died and the clock begins to chime the hour while Livvy is cradled in Julian’s arms and you realize the implication of Livvy and Robert going up to heaven and it all just hits you harder that they’re fucking dead and I’M NOT CRYING, YOU’RE CRYING.
Two weeks. It had been two weeks since you and Jungkook had started the break. You didn’t want to admit it but you had spent all of the time up until now laying in bed, and trying to disappear within the covers. You didn’t want to see the outside world if it meant you would have to remember his absence.
As much as you wanted to call Jungkook and tell him to come home, you were too stubborn. There was a small part of you that wouldn’t let your fingers punch in the familiar number. He wasn’t as strong though. He had called you everyday and left you with countless voicemails, all of them telling you how much he loved you and that he was truly sorry.
He hadn’t missed a single day.
Of course he was still doing promotions and working with the guys, but he was messaging you and calling you whenever he got the chance, and it made your heart hurt. You wanted to answer every time the phone rang, but you didn’t. It wasn’t until a different ringtone started playing that you actually grabbed the device and pressed answer.
“Hello.” You answered quietly.
“Hi.” His voice sent shivers down your spine and you were so dumb as to not expect him to try something like this. He had before, and yet you had fallen for it again.
“You have to stop calling me from Jimin’s phone or else soon I’m not going to pick up and he’s going to be pissed at me.” You replied, sitting up slightly in bed and resting your back against the pillows. You didn’t want to admit it but it felt good to hear his laugh come over the line.
“I’m sorry, I had to hear your voice. I thought I was going to go insane.” He replied. Your fingers played with the edge of your blanket so as to try and distract you from the fluttering in your chest. It didn’t matter what he said, he could be reading the script of the bee movie and you would still find yourself distracted by his voice.
“You’re a twit, you know that right?” You questioned, trying to goof around a little bit. Jungkook chuckled slightly and you could tell that he wasn’t completely there. “How are thing’s going with the guys? They’re being nice right?”
There was something very interesting on the podcast (watch here) so I’m transcribing it:
“You’ve asked wether or not you can go back to the unterzee. The journey to the High Wilderness is a very interesting and dangerous one and it’s usually one-way. The way the time works in the High Wilderness is very different from how it works in the Neath and how it works in our world. So there’s no real way of knowing what you would be going back to. So it’s not to say NEVER NO WAY, but I do know that it would be a challenge.”
(Hannah then mentioned that that doesn’t mean nothing ever comes back from the HW, as seen in some of the latest FL stories)
(this was posted from an early production podcast and it’s subject to change)
There’s this thing called the Doomsday Clock. Every year, a
board of geniuses convenes to determine how it should be reset — sort of
like daylight savings, but less predictable and miles more
disconcerting. As the Telegraph
reported, these knowledgeable few declared in January that 2016 puts us
one hour closer to midnight on the clock, which is to say, the
apocalypse. According to the Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists, we are currently three minutes to midnight.
Title: Evermore Artist: Dan Sevens Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala, Clovis Summary: recreation of Disney’s Beauty and the Beast using footage of The Clone Wars
Summary: It’s thunderstorm-ing in the middle of the night, and you lay in bed next to a sleeping Ethan, thankful for your relationship.
Word Count: 512
Author’s Note: I came up with this little blurb idea while it rained for almost two weeks straight here in my town. I hope you enjoy. Requests are open!
The weight of Ethan’s arm is heavy on your chest, but he’s
sleeping so peacefully beside you that you wouldn’t dare to try and move him.
His breathing is slow and even, and during the lightning strikes you catch
glimpses of his unsuspecting face: pink lips slightly parted, eyeballs rolling
under his closed eyelids, eyelashes dark and full. He’s dreaming, you’re
sure. If only you could get inside his head and see the things he sees at
The sound of the thunder causes Ethan’s whole body to
twitch, and you find yourself being pulled closer to him. The pads of his
fingers press themselves farther into your waist as you inhale, taking in
everything you smell: Ethan’s sweaty musk, the lingering remains of the perfume
you spritzed on yourself before showing up at his doorstep, and the clean,
earthy aroma the wet soil outside of the apartment emits. These scents are now
always going to be a part of this memory, and you smile to yourself knowing
that no one else can have them. They now belong to you, and you alone.
Pitter patter, pitter
The steady rainfall echoes off the roof as you begin to draw
circles on the bedsheet with your nail. The digital clock on the end table next
to you reads 3:27 AM, but you’re in
no rush to sleep. The dead of night is your friend, and it’s during the
quietest hours of the darkness that you produce your best art, music,
literature, and more. You’ve always had creative tendencies, and while that’s
what initially drew Ethan to you, your gentle heart, great tenderness, and
amazing capacity to love has been what’s made him want to stay.
Ethan stirs next to you and grumbles incoherently. You shush
him and shift onto the opposite side of your body to face him directly. He
smacks his lips together and his eyes flutter open. You greet him with a warm
“Did the storm wake you?” he asks groggily before glancing
at the window.
“No, no, I’ve been up for a while,” you reply, keeping your
Ethan sighs and places a hand on your cheek. “Ya know, this
little thing called sleep is actually good for you.”
You place your hand over his, snuggling up to him until the
tips of your noses touch. “Thanks for the reminder, darling. I’ll try to get
“Mmm… Ok, good. I’ll try to get some with you.” His response
causes you to giggle while his eyes fall heavy.
After a couple of moments, he grumbles again, and you search
what little you can see of his face to ensure he’s alright.
“Y/N?” Ethan slurs, eyes still closed.
“You know you’re safe here with me, right?”
This question sends a kind of warmth through your body, and
it takes you a couple of seconds to gather your thoughts before responding. You
weren’t sure if you could love Ethan more than you did right here, in this