"just look to the stars if you need me."

happy birthday to the miya twins!! today i offer my princess and the pauper au. i have so much brainrot for this au so u bet ill be back with more

don't go wasting your emotion

day 2 of @bokuakaweek2020 🌏🌟: mutual pining/roommates au 🦉

and they were roommates,,,, thinking about cuddling with the person on the other side of the room 😳

day 1 of @bokuakaweek2020 🌏🌟: bookstore au 🦉

and now i’m seeing iris west, barry’s best(est) friend from childhood, an aspiring journalist who sees right through his bullshit and isn’t afraid to point that out. an absolute badass in bardot-esque updos and floral dresses. she’s the sister that barry never had.

+ itty bitty wallace west, barry’s sweet little nephew (iris adopts wally and barry is basically family), full-time sugar-fueled demon with angel wings, and part-time baby cupid, because even his ‘kinda boring’ uncle barry needs someone to be “"gross”“ with.

picture bartholomew allen, a dedicated forensic scientist with dork-ish charms and an endearingly gentle grin on his face; who wears bowties and suspenders over dress shirts tucked into high waisted pants; who works hard to solve cases way past home time, coming home near midnight to his quiet, quaint apartment only to eat dinner and listen to some of his mom’s old vinyls in order to help him fall asleep, which at times causes him to wake up a tad bit too late, and because he can’t go to work with a bedhead, it becomes one of his many reasons for being ever so tardy.

and harold jordan, the ace test pilot of ferris aircraft, with sharp features and an amorous smirk to match; who dons aviator sunglasses that hide the tiniest hints of heartbreak radiating from a pair of warm brown orbs, and a bomber jacket, far too old and worn to be his own; who finds thrill in treating every test flight as if it’s his last (almost like he wants it to be); who trudges over the mess of his apartment every night, lighting up a cigarette, bringing it to his mouth and leaning against the kitchen counter as he absently tunes into whatever new songs the stones or beatles play on the radio.

they meet at the supermarket one day, when a hungover hal — tiredly browsing for his weekly groceries — is knocked onto the ground by a bumbling barry, who’d kindly offered a colleague to run some food errands during their break. he’s already running late, and this rather fine man is staring him down (although he’s technically looking up) with a bit too much contempt for his liking. 

art dump !! i’ve been meaning to get back into digital art for a while and i finally had a few hours to spare, so i sat down for two nights to look at some references and work on my colouring in the process, and boy, am i Proud. 

so here’s a couple dick/wally pieces i’ve worked on over the weekend. the end results aren’t too shabby — i could still work on maybe not relying on lineart so much when colouring — so i suppose they were worth the sleeping hours i’ve sacrificed to complete them. i feel sort of dead and am running on caffeine, but,,,,, eh.