So yeah, when I said I was determined to post something new before I left for vacation? This is not what I was thinking of. However, this is what insisted on being written.
This is for Lira, who likes contradancing and boys in skirts. Honestly I don’t expect anyone else to enjoy it at all. Lira, honey, sorry it’s not porn, but I hope you like it.
Everyone everywhere should go contradancing. It’s stupidly fun.
The band hits the final chord of the tune and your partner whirls into your arms one last time, flushed and laughing. She flings her arms around you with a quick “Thanks for the dance!” and you sketch her a little bow before she dashes off into the crowd to find another partner.
“Longways sets for another contra!” says the caller over the sound of the crowd. You look around, peering through the milling mass of bodies as people pair rapidly off, looking for that flash of red that keeps catching your eye —
And then Jade is bounding happily up to you, long black hair fluttering behind her. “John! This is amazing! I’m having so much fun!”
You grin at her. “I knew you would,” you say. “I mean, the other dances we’ve been to were great, but nothing like this. Greenfield is just the best hall anywhere.”
“I know!” she cries. “The dancers are so good, and the music — it’s just incredible!”
The contra sets are forming around you, long lines of partners stretching from the stage at the front down to the back of the hall. “Do you have a partner for this one?” you ask.
“I do now,” she says, taking your hand and tugging you over to a place in line.
Drabble for a shitty week and a snowy morning. Fluffy domestic cuddle-pile beta kids ot4 forever.
This is not autobiographically-inspired wish-fulfillment writing, not even a little bit.
She trudges home from the bus stop, dodging icy puddles in her impractical boots, grocery bags digging hard lines into her gloved hands. It’s only seven o’clock but it may as well be midnight for how dark it is.
The thing is, you’d been afraid you were going to lose your temper, been worrying about it and gritting your teeth and running through your lessons on composure, but in the end you feel quite calm when you shove your client’s face into the table.
Your internal freak out commences immediately afterwards, but by that point you’ve pretty effectively drawn your battle lines and shown your horns and so there’s not much to do but troll up and see this chucklefarce dramedy through to the end. The little internal chant of fuckfuckfuck karkat you fucking fuck up running through your head is just the background noise of your life, really.
Here has been what most of my drawing time has been committed to. Please excuse my handwriting.
i was asked to do this so yep
Pathstuck with Rose Lalonde
original illustration maybe…
Photo by. Chak-Lan
I edited this because I found this pretty picture of space
idk I like to edit my own drawings
I am so done
oh brother Ur so cool!!! <3 <3 <3