#wowza!!!!

Here’s a very dinky self portrait I drew yesterday :P

Even in the dark she could sense the look he was giving her, see the smile on his lips.  She bet that he could sense hers, too, see her cheeks lightly flush from the proximity.  Part of her actually hated him for a second, for lightly trailing a finger down her arm knowing how it would make her shiver.  But still, her lips curled into another smile in the darkness, eyes closing for just a moment.  “Not a single one.”  Her voice was a mere whisper, hushed to make sure nobody outside the two of them would hear but also, his face was close enough already, and she knew it.  “I bet you could.  But you’d have to try your hardest.”

         ( HEADCANONS : CLOSED! )

“remember this when you are queen,” he whispered hoarsely. “i moved the earth and the water for you.”  ― catherynne m. valente

she notices him first, actually. there’s nothing special about it. no heart-stopping, lungs contracting, gravity defying moment when her eyes first lock on to his slight, wiry frame. he’s not extraordinary to her. not when there’s ladders to climb and towers to leap from and shrines to build out of little crystal blocks. she only thinks, for a moment, that oh, maybe he’s lonely, by himself on the edge of the world. and then when he smashes her nose with a misplaced kick she notices him again and thinks, oh, maybe i can make him not lonely anymore.

“yaaaaaaaah, kang! hee! jun!” she’s nine, pretty as a dove, graceful as a swan ― though not innocent, not anymore. the stretches aren’t working, because she’s nine but heejun’s still as tall as her, even though she can touch to the heels of her feet and he can’t. she won’t complain now, though. not when she needs to ask him a huge, ginormous, life-saving favour. little hands circle his own, pull his attention away from his own work. “yah, stop ignoring me! one last question. what’s three hundred divided by twenty?”

eleven year-old yena’s got her hands on her hips, head cocked to the side, lips creased into a deep, dark frown. it’s the first time she’s ever looked so severe in her entire life. the other boy is pallid, eyes boring holes into the ground. she gives him a look; he flinches, retreats into himself like he’s crawling back into a shell. he says he’s sorry ― she doesn’t give a (sorry, dad) fuck. “you don’t use him like that again. not for your stupid pranks, not for me, not for anything. scum,” she says the word like unleashing a death sentence, “should stay scum. remember that.”

she’s selfish. she is. the girl had skin paler than ivory, eyes like half-moons. she was poised, and pretty, and spoke with grace. i think heejun’s really nice, do you think he could like me in the future? yena’s selfish ― a horrible, awful selfish ― when she looks over the girl, smiles like the devil, looks away like she’s having fun all on her own. you’re not quite his type. but you could try. the girl doesn’t.

some days after she’s back for good, she arrives on heejun’s doorstep in her wire-frames and fleece-lined sweatpants. she spends the entire day with him, wearing his blanket like it’s her protection against the world, asking him to teach her his games, makes him talk to her about the big bang theory and the death of a star over and over again. he asks her, finally, when the sky is black and she’s still in his room, on his bed, wrapped in his blanket, if she wants to talk about it. she doesn’t, not today, but he tells her it’s not her fault anyway.

here’s my favorite ut and dr characters :3

Kris :3

Noelle

Sans

Frisk

Chara

doggo

Alphys

Susie