#statiku

hi static hi HI statix omg static

(edit : the cheeks weren't colored in due to a layer glitch, probably adjusted it wrong, but i fixed it!! whew i feel like a fool for not realizing it sooner HAHA- and i do not wna fix the pink alt version 💔)

colored lineart practice..... with statiku O_o

Sorry my followers, you guys are probably gonna see more of Emoku slop.

Doin the thing :3

static miku wedding design by the incredibly talented and super amazing @gddancefloor !

2 min brainstorm, 15 min write, 10 min edit based on the Vocaloid Drawcember by the excellent @starzabovemarz

bifurcate

Never growing older

Get fucked (hey, i don't make the rules ((i do)))

Miku stared at her.

Teto leaned in, poking the card on the top of the pile. “Draw four,” she repeated, her words tilting into a Cheshire grin and a meandering drawl.

The sour look on Miku's face didn't suit the sip of cocoa she imbibed before counting four cards into her hand at last. Slowly. Languidly. Her fingers trailed up the side of the stack each time until she pulled one off the top and slotted it in some unintelligible order among the rest. She played it up so much, as the steam twirled around her face, drifting and dispersing into nothingness, that a small, teeny, minute detail escaped Teto's notice. Escaped her notice until Miku set down her mug with a devious smile.

“You didn't say Uno.”

Teto blinked down at her hand, at the single red card that she had planned to play the next round to even out their two-two with her final win. Best three out of five, they had agreed, and the war of attrition had gone on for much longer than anticipated, each bout a bloody battle of wits, luck, and more than a little banter.

Okay, so it wasn't ideal, but that was fine. She could recover. Two cards. She was so close. She only needed—

“Draw a card, Te,” Miku insisted.

She swallowed, fingers leafing the card on top, the one with the rumpled corner. A red six. She could work with that. It wasn't like—

“Draw four. Blue.”

Begrudgingly, Teto drew four. Then, her mouth fell open just a couple of degrees as Miku's plan went into action. She played a blue seven, color and number both suspiciously absent from Teto's hand. And Teto drew another card.

“Draw two,” Miku smirked.

Teto's jaw clenched.

“Reverse, my turn again.”

Her nostrils flared.

“Draw four. Blue. Uno.”

She stared, aghast as her hand grew exponentially and Miku's dwindled to nothing. Miku dropped her last card onto the table, and it didn't even matter the number because it was blue, blue, blue and Teto's hand was red, red, red. “Get fucked.” And oooh she didn't have to rub it in.

“I want a rematch!” Teto asserted, her finger leveled at Miku's grinning face.

“Don't be a sore loser,” Miku sang as she hopped to her feet, prancing into the kitchen. There was the clang of the cupboard, the steady rising pitch of a mug filling with water, a tear, and the plip plip plip of something dropping into the surface tension. When Miku returned, she handed the mug to Teto, sweet, steaming, and mildly fragranced with cinnamon and a kick of cayenne. Several puffy marshmallows floated across the top, already melting from the heat. The perfect cocoa, just the way she liked it. She couldn't possibly stay angry when Miku plopped on the couch behind her. “Tell you what, you can still pick what we watch,” Miku offered as consolation, betraying the fact that it hadn't been the reward so much as the competition that she'd been interested in the first place.

It was times like those that made her feel as though they would stay the same forever, never changing, never growing older. Just Miku and Teto. Same as always.

“Season two, the third episode.”

“I don't get why you like that one so much.”

The theme song blared out in a chaotic technicolor kaleidoscope, a younger Miku dancing and twirling on screen among numbers and letters, dropping down through one frame and into another, her blue dress swaying with her movements among the loud, overcrowded visuals and pops of color.

“You just seemed like you had a lot of fun with it.”

The reply was non-committal at best, and as Miku's hand fell into her hair, Teto took a sip of the cocoa. It was divine. Too hot, but patience had never been her strong suit. She wanted it then and there, everything in the present, nothing left behind, but more than that she wanted consistency. She never wanted anything to change.

Unfortunately, it would never last. Life had its own way of doing things, and the bifurcation of their paths was as set in stone as any valley, any canyon, any geological rift. As sure as the universe did expand, so too was the certainty that they would drift apart. Just not that night.

It's fine. It's not like I really enjoy an over-competitive game of Uno or something. I feel like bifurcate shouldn't have been in the draw pool since it's not really a new word for me anymore. I use it all the time xD but oh well, I'll take it. I didn't even have to crack out the dictionary for this one. *squints to make sure spell check didn't change any Miku's to Mike like last time.

And no one can stop me from doing it!

Anyways, I drew her at someone's board in Magma, cuz I wanted to share with my brainrot with world🤲

I'm going to post something else, I swear. Or some another Teto in lab coat...

Or entirely something else..

If I wouldn't burn out anyway at all to create anything.

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