#soaf&k

Stuck On A Childhood Crush; Michael. (W/ my self indulgent Y/N OC, Cordelia) She’s not canon obviously, she just serves as a filler in my brain. Sometimes I imagine completely different designs to make sure the wording doesn’t exclude things.

Close ups…

And extra bonus

….I’m blinking so hard right now.

Bro I’m working on it, I’ll post it when it’s done. Maybe they’re joking but like…no. If I was meaner I would postpone a chapter longer, but I got other readers who are nice. But like-

Like I can just keep making universes that split off of that morning of Halloween when they're kids. I can just keep making them. I could make a fuckin REVERSE Au if I wanted.

Nothing I stopping me.

it's gorgeous — i also couldn't help but notice cordelia's bracelets with i think a ribbon symbolizing something. sorry, i'm not very familiar with all the different ribbons — i just wanted to ask if it was intentional :))

ALSO THE BRACELETS W/ THE BI COLORS — was that actually intentionally or did i read into things too closely?

nevertheless, thank you for such scrumptious chapters! your writing & art are so good <3

have a nice day!

I did in fact include bisexual colors on purpose; I’ve tried to imply Y/N is bisexual even though she’s mainly into Michael. Some of the bracelets are just fake band ones, but I did make a ribbon one referencing a bracelet that got me banned from school.

In the 90s, my mom got a rubber bracelet that just said “BOOBIES” on it. In support of breast cancer. And since Y/N definitely doesn’t give a shit about dress codes, but does have enough human empathy to care about supporting things like cancer awareness, I figured I’d throw it in:

For example; Michael & Y/N’s dynamic in SOAF&K/SOACC is greedy and hungry. Y/N desires to be so engrained in Michael’s being that she’s housed in his ribs and warmed by his blood. To take him over from the inside. While Michael is starving, aching for sweetness in a shade of red to seep between his teeth and linger in his mouth, to be full of something that won’t leave. To her, he is a tangy and bitter fruit to pull apart and devour. To him, she is a warm cut of meat, still bleeding and tough, which pulls at his primal need to relinquish hunger and forces him to sink his teeth in like an animal, even if the meal he’s having is keeping him alive. Constantly eating and constantly providing a meal. Ouroboros, if I were to simplify it.

But that’s not how I’d see a character like Arthur, personally. Excluding all his hesitance and self doubt, I can’t imagine his kind of love as selfish. I’m not entirely sure if I’ve pinned it down, but so far, what I’ve gathered in a sense of warmth. A kind of affection that is raw but in a natural way. Not like skinning an animal raw, but bare. Skin warmed by the sun and grown from the earth. And soft spoken sentiments said in private, the wind and sky for a witness. Not out of shame but because to see him so bare is a privilege he’s wary to hand out, and scared to do again. But aching for. The kind of ache that can only be described as hurt, even without physical pain. Like an invisible lead pulling on his soul toward something softer, something more gentle than the life he has, even if he doesn’t think he deserves it. And the desperation to provide an environment for that softness to remain and grow. He’s used to bitter black coffee, and maybe there’s comfort in familiarity, but there’s a healing in something sweet, special for him.