*Inhale* OKAY, it took me like… an eternity to get that picture done but AH ! I did it ! It’s completed and I’m so proud about how it turned out ! So uhm… you guys requested for a UnderDecay print a while ago. I couldn’t exactly stream it because my internet is really slow lately and I’m kinda sick. BUT I managed to work on it little by little, one character at time and I can say that I actually ENJOYED to draw this… like… there’s so little details and the dynamic and composition were absolutely… gosh I cant even describe it.
I had FUN, especially since UD is my baby and I’ve been working hard on this AU for almost a year now. ANYWAY, I really hope that you enjoy it !
Okay… SO… I’m still without any form of income, so if you guys are interested to get that print shipped at your place you can order one over HERE. Any reblog would actually help me a lot… and gosh… thank you so much for every nice comment and the support that you guys give me. I deeply appreciate it.
my beautiful lover, he’s a complicated mess:
of hidden muscles and sinews that pull the world’s weight;
and a skin so smooth his tears roll off it like pearls over marble;
my quiet lover, he’s a self-made mystery:
of destroyed family portraits and broken glass,
i can hear the crunching sound everytime he clenches his gloved hands
my broken lover, he’s a system of failing organs and collapsing worlds:
of purple galaxies that look a lot like bruises, his father’s beliefs printed on his back like the rawest, reddest form of education
of heirlooms that must be kept in secret and eyes like polished serpentine
but my lover walks like a general and thinks like a king;
ambition shining in those bright green pools like jewels.
and i’ll admit: it only took me an eternity
to realize i was in love with a tragedy
boys like him are made of wounds and secrets / warner
Makoharu for the ship thing, if you're still doing it!
Who decorated the house?
They did it together, of course! Haru, being good at art, was artistic director, whilst Makoto did the bits of painting that Haru couldn’t reach and made coffee. Of course, it wasn’t just them doing it – you try keeping Nagisa away from a situation with the possibility of mess. In the end, everyone they knew seemed to have ‘their wall’ that they had painted in the Nanase-Tachibana household. Rei’s had butterflies. Sousuke isn’t sure exactly where his is but it’s definitely there.
Who does the cooking?
Haru cooks. He has tried to teach Mako multiple times, but his culinary skills don’t seem to stretch beyond coffee and sandwiches. He does make a killer PB&J though.
Who kills the spiders?
Neither of them – Haru calmly puts them outside whilst Makoto quietly screams from whatever piece of furniture he jumped onto when he saw the spider.
Who was the one to propose?
There never really had to be an official proposal – they had both always known that there would never be anyone else for either of them but each other.
However, a few years after moving in together Haru began to worry that his quiet nature and serious personality had led to him never really showing Makoto how much he loved him. He was scared that perhaps Makoto didn’t realise how much he meant to Haru, and that this would make him unhappy. So in the end Haru proposed to Makoto. Honestly, simply and genuinely he told him what they both already knew – that he wanted them to spend the rest of their lives together. Just the two of them, as it was always meant to be.
(A/N: Not my best work, but I needed to get it out of my head)
“Need help finding something?”
Belle jumped back from the bookcase startled. She hadn’t expected anyone to be in the library this early in the morning. When she crept up the stairs earlier, both the beast and the rest of the household were asleep in their beds. Turning to face the speaker, Belle to meet a bronze figurine attached to two metal plates. “You’re a bookend. ”
Thankfully you took no offense to the surprise and curiosity lacing her voice. Giving Belle a simple smile and nod. “Unfortunately, I really would much prefer to be a beginning though. After all beginnings have no ends, only transitions to better more exciting things.”
“You like to read?” Belle asked slowly, still processing the new character spun into her life. No matter how many enchanted people she met, Belle would never get use to the magic of this place.
“Well I am a bookend after all.” You bowed. “(Y/N) (L/N), at your service Miss. I am the castle’s librarian and bookend. ”
“The castle has a librarian?” Belle repeated, astonished.
You only grinned. “Of course, who else would recommend what to read next. ”
Days passed since your first meeting with Belle and the two of you rapidly became good friends. When she wasn’t spending time with the Prince or the others, she’d visit the library. You’d discuss books, or at times vent (she about her taken freedom, and you about the curse). It was nice to say the least.
“People used to make fun of me all the time back home. They’d yell at me to either get my nose out of my book, and my head out of the clouds. ” You confided, during one of your ventings .
“Really? Me too. Once the village headmaster got so upset for me teaching a girl to read, he and the other townsfolk emptied my laundry into the street. “Belle laughed.
You scrunched up your nose. “How awful. I can’t imagine anyone doing that to me. They might’ve despised me, but they all were to scared of my fiance to try anything. ”
Belle shot you a questioning look. “You never mentioned a fiance. ”
You shrugged. “Doesn’t matter, the enchantress erased us from the memories of those we loved. Besides he has undoubtedly moved on by now, it’s been several years. ”
“But what if he hasn’t. They say true love conquers all. ”
“You’ve been reading too much romance, my friend.” You ignored the desire to tell her it might not matter even if he hadn’t moved on. For all you knew Gaston, your fiance could be dead. After all, he rode out to war only days before the curse was set.
A sad smile made its way to your face. Even now you couldn’t believe how much you loved him. Not when he was the exact opposite of everything you dreamt for in a man. Gaston wasn’t humble or vastly intellectual. He was brash, arrogant, full of himself and often times so annoying you could scream. Yet somehow the asshole stole your heart.
“Although he used to say his memory of me was eternal. That even if war somehow took away his memories of us, he would know that something was missing- that I was missing and return to find me. ” You gave a small chortle. “He also said it would be the easiest hunt ever. Since all he needed to find was an argumentative bookworm.“
Belle smiled softly, placing her finger on your tiny shoulder. “I’m sure he’s looking for you right as we speak.”
You avoided her eyes, not wanting to even chance the hope. Little did you know though, Gaston was searching for you. He just didn’t know it. All the captain knew was that since the war, something felt missing, and the closest substitute to it was Belle. The bibliophile who always rebuffed him.
ALRIGHT FOLKS IT’S ABOUT TIME I MADE AN ORIGINAL POST SO WHY THE HELL SHOULDN’T I TALK ABOUT ONE OF MY FAVE PAIRINGS RIGHT HERE IN ONE GIGANTIC MESS? Strap yourselves in because this is going to be a long one!