I originally intended to wait longer with my next post like this, but then again I’d only have waited because I would want to avoid having to face my shyness by doing this here. So, instead of waiting, I decided to go ahead with this number.
I have reached another number, that will be mentioned once but only below the cut for those that don’t like people talking about their amount of followers.
This is incredibly hard for me, but I had big plans for my next post and I intend to stick to those plans. It will get very long below the cut, so be warned when you click.
Thank you all for following me and thus being interested in my Star and/or my writing!
02/05/17, ink, gouache, white gelpen, gold gelpen, goldleaf, gold wrapping from some chocolate, shiny red paper, blue photo of a forest I took a couple of years ago, paper bag from some clothes shop (that’s the base layer), semi-transparent whitish paper with gold pattern. On two pages of my mixed media sketchbook. The sakura pattern underneath the sketchbook is a bunch of pretty wallpaper scraps I got from a friend.
I made this one about two weeks ago but I was too lazy to come up with a sufficient way to present it online. It’s not exactly a favourable format to view on screen. Anyway, one day I thought to myself, “why wouldn’t I make a pinup”, and this is what I came up with…
I don’t have a name for this character yet. But this one is going to end up in some story I’ll plot one way or another some day. Look at this indecency.
Simon walked out of the theater with the biggest smile on his face, and it really wasn’t because of the movie, as Captain America, Civil War was really not as good as he had hoped, but it was because of Jace, or as Simon calls him in his head; the real life Captain America (he may or may not have said it aloud a few times too) who not only went with Simon but actually asked him if he wanted to go see a movie and let Simon pick the movie and didn’t actually argue or tease Simon about it when he picked the Captain America movie.
Simon was positive that he was rambling on about the movie and what he thought of it with little to no control over what he was actually saying, he wished he could put more thought into what was exiting his mouth but all proper brain function shut off when Jace took Simon’s hand as the exited the movie theater (Simon had to force himself to not look down at their hands to see if he was imagining it or not and just hope it was real).
Simon eyed Jace’s motorcycle (at least he hoped it was Jace’s and that Jace did just steal it from someone, or something), he really hadn’t wanted to ride on the bike in the first place but Jace refused to ride around in Simon’s band van. Not only was it a possibly stolen bike, but it had no helmets to it (which Simon spent a long time lecturing Jace about the safety of helmets and how risky it is to ride a motorcycle, or any kind of bike without one). But if Simon was honest, after taking a ride on it, he could see the appeal to it, why Jace loved it so much, the wind in his hair and the speed (and if Simon was totally and one hundred percent honest, he loved being so close to Jace, being able to touch Jace without a silly excuse).
Simon hadn’t realized that they had stopped walking, or that they had arrived at the motorcycle until he felt something on his lips, and Jace’s body pressed against him and- oh, those were Jace’s lips that were on his lips. Jace was kissing him.
Simon’s shock must have been obvious because Jace quickly pulled away, turning his head to look anywhere but at Simon, his cheeks flushed with red (he was blushing. He kissed Simon and now he was blushing).
“ ‘M sorry.” Jace started, his voice quite and blurred together and- oh, Jace thought that Simon didn’t want to kiss him.
Stupid, I’ve been wanting to kiss him for- for- since I don’t know when, and he kisses me and apologizes. Simon thought, shaking his head slightly. Absolutely Stupid.
“What?” Jace asked, staring at Simon with a look of alarm, and shit, Simon must’ve said the last part aloud.
“N-no, I meant this thing- us, it’s stupid, not you!” Simon quickly tried to explain, but he was doing a pretty bad job of explaining. “It’s just- I’ve been- I’ve had a crush on you for- for a goddamn long time. And- and you’re apologizing for- it’s all just-”
Simon sighed frustratedly, and instead of trying to explain anymore he just surged forward, capturing Jace’s lips with his, and this time, the kiss lasted a little bit longer.
Simon’s band finally gets famous and his songs are lowkey written about the shadow world and downworlders and he’s suddenly amassing downworlder crowds at big concerts and nobody knows who he or his fucking fans are but shit his songs are good (even though half his human fans are coming up with conspiracy theories about why he’s a vampire while the other half are defending him even though the first half r right)
Idk man I have no idea what I’m typing this is prob some au type shit think what u want ya’ll I’m just gonna go sleep
Today has been less than steller. Mainly because of work and stressing over a photo shoot on Tuesday (I’ve seriously practised several different expressions in the mirror and cried a little for no reason because I do this every single time) So! The plan is to curl up and make some PennyRoyal (either actual writing or just headcanons who knows) to calm myself down!