My Hand Slipped And, Um . . .

"The fire in his veins cooled under her rain, and stillness settled over him. Something soft fell into his lap. He held it up and breathed in its scent, sweet and flowery. Marinette.

"He buried his face in the fabric and held it close, imagining he was holding her instead. It hurt to be together. It hurt to be apart. But the hurt felt like a promise, and when she was in his arms he always felt that he was exactly where he was meant to be (the cosmic phenomenon, the whole that made sense). He couldn’t touch her, but she touched everything around him.

"(She was the rain, and she was everywhere.)

"The last chord rang though the room and then faded into silence. There was a rustling sound on the recording, and then he heard his own voice whisper into the microphone: 'I love you, Marinette.'

"The recording stopped. Adrien sat motionless, still hugging her hoodie."

-@carpisuns, "tell me something i don't know'

I don't know why this scene hit me so hard—the entire story is full of scenes that both make me want to sob and smile for the rest of my life, after all. But this one . . . I just had to draw it. It feels almost immoral to illustrate a scene from this story so imperfectly, but I can't do perfect art, so I tried to do emotional art instead. (No it's not raining in Adrien's room, I was just trying to illustrate the metaphor that Marinette is rain, I'm sorry this is so bad Mar, I love this story so much)

Just a short platonic Pallura comfort fic.

So, uh, I wrote more stuff for the all left au by @sabertoothwalrus . . .

I think this AU has (sadly) died down a little, but I'm not done with it. I will never be done—

But for real, I'm planning two more stories in this universe, both of them multi-chapter. I'm referring to them in my head as "the recovery fic" and "the prosthetic fic" (in which Adrien will not actually get a prosthetic, yes it's weird, bear with me). The prosthetic fic will probably be written first, since I have more ideas for that one, but I still hope to write the recovery fic someday. I'm also considering an epilogue, and I'll probably throw in some one-shots if I'm so inspired.

The third and final chapter of my Plance fic that took far too long to update is now up!

I know I'm supposed to hate him, and I do hate his actions, but I also can't help but relate to him too. In other words, I reserve the right to try and work out my complicated thoughts about Simon Laurent through art.

You know he would.

Here, have a pre-Simon Hazel sketch and be happy

Ace Suit

Me: You know what would look great? Pidge in a suit and tie. I should draw that.

Me: I really should draw something that shows Pidge as the ace queen I've always headcanoned her as.

Me: Wait a second . . . How about I Voltron these two ideas together? I'm such a genius.

(I was going to add fancy shading but I'm lazy. Just gonna post it, pretend addìng a purple tie to a monochrome suit is enough to reference the asexual flag, and crawl into bed.)

When Adrien gets out from under Gabriel's thumb, I imagine he's going to wear a bunch of disgustingly unstylish clothes. I don't mean he'll start wearing styles that Gabriel objects to; I mean he'll start wearing styles that everyone objects to.

If you think this looks bad . . . thank you, that's the point