💜🩰💜

🌿☁️ serenity

It was the summer heat that drove them to pack up their things and flee for the sweaty, cramped quarters of the train carriage, for the entire town and half the neighbouring ones had had the same idea, it seemed.

G, 580 words, post-canon.

Progress is slow, but I'm still planning to make a drawing for each day! My original idea for this was vastly different than the end result. But I found this darling image (from a performance of Romeo & Juliet) and knew I had I to draw these two in this pose! Deadass, I'm not very familiar with Romeo & Juliet or High School Musical, so I gave "Breaking Free" a listen and ran with the vibes lol Anyways, you can find a close up, and a larger version of, the art below the cut! Thanks for reading my post and I hope you enjoy!

I come alive You start me up a million times And i’m terrified That you could leave me crying

Day 7 - Only the Lonely Survive

Fakiru week, day 7: Only the lonely survive

We'll burn alive

Only the lonely survive

Now, it was in the public gardens on Academy grounds that the growing crowd of onlookers parted as the girls of the advanced ballet class passed through like a hot knife through butter.

G, 900 words, post-canon. Companion to painted dreams of the 16 November prompt

Day 7 - Only The Lonely Survive

Day 6 - I See The Light

Day 6 - I See the Light

And it's warm and real and bright And the world has somehow shifted All at once, everything is different Now that I see you.

If one were to ask the theatre students of Gold Crown Academy for the Arts why the drama club was not supervised by a teacher from the theatre faculty, it would be wise to ensure at least an hour to spare for the excitable recitation of the feuding teachers of the Years Two and Three, whose rift in teaching philosophies had brought them uncomfortably close to public blows, and (so some students have averred with mighty vehemence) most certainly private fisticuffs.

G, ~2000 words, post-canon.

Fakiru week, day 5: Dangerous hope

What if we could start again?

A dangerous hope

Unfurls inside my chest