exploding dog of true love 🧨🌌
my part of an art trade with @drabdoodler!! HI!!!! check out their art here
creds. words: richard siken inspiration: riotbones (it's sooo genuinely gorgeous. please check it out!!!)
thoughts and sketch under the cut!
first page:
i imagine the setting is pre-game, camping outside somewhere for the night. mira/odile/bonnie probably took their only tent or something idk.. suspension of disbelief!!
when thinking about love in any capacity, isa looks to the stars!! take that as you will :)
i decided not to connect the dots of the canis major constellation as a nod to the fact that neither isa nor siffrin would recognize it. it's simply naturally there in the sky, apart from the dog-shaped sky for viewing purposes !
originally the red/blue color palette was a faint nod to t4t isafrin but evidently i deviated away from that a lot,, HELP
second page:
each 4 point star in the background was meant to be another version of them? something something.. in every universe trope !
siffrin's supposed to resemble a supernova somewhat???
originally i figured siffrin would take off their eyepatch to sleep. i vetod this because drawing two eyes is hard, okay? thanks for reading my scattered ramblings... isafrin makes the brain spin 'round <3
At the gate for my flight home from visiting friends and there's a woman here with a service Shiba Inu. No pics because he has a Do Not Disturb vest and taking pics of strangers is illegal but I need to stress how ON DUTY this animal is. Ears up. Eyes doing Lazer scans of everything. Examining everyone who passes within 10ft like a security guard. Ass planted on her feet. I have never seen a dog with such intense chivalric guardian energy before. He has tiny eyebrows and they are FURROWED with concentration.
just wanna say i absolutely LOVE teen!hawks or like hawks in ua au's cause like GYKKSJSNZNDDJ hes so silly chat
I couldn't help myself
part two. PART TWO. 🫶🫶
january hasn’t even hit double digits yet i’m all valentines ready 😭😭
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It was Valentine’s day, D-day, the day of yours and Keigo’s first date.
Normally, Keigo would breeze through a date easily. No problems. He’d smile cheekily, flirt in that way he always does and wouldn’t even think twice about casual touches, hand holding or kisses.
But with you, god, it was so different.
You two were already friends before he asked you out. You guys bonded over the little things: early lectures, stupid films and the bastard that was Touya Todoroki. However, long before he even entertained the idea of liking you romantically, his breath always hitched when you came into the room. As cheesy as it sounded, you were dazzling to him, funny and sweet. He was smitten.
He thought that the hard part was finally over when he successfully asked you out. A movie night in your dorm, with a classic face-to-face, heartfelt confession (which ended with red cheeks and redder lips). He remembered that while you moved to press a firm kiss to his lips, you held his face gently. No one ever did that before. No one ever held him with such softness, with such affection like you did.
Keigo, you muttered quietly with a smile into his ear, finally.
He reached for his jacket. God, he needed to get his act together. His hands fiddled with the zipper before dragging it up to his collarbones. The weather was getting warmer, warm enough to forego the outerwear. But, for some inexplicable reason if it got colder, he figured that he could offer you his jacket. Be the perfect gentlemanly boyfriend you deserve. He didn’t need the jacket anyway, he ran hotter than most.
Keigo looked into the mirror, eyes scrutinising his reflection. He looked like he was going to take a hike up Mount Everest. For a more relaxed look, and to kid himself into looking like some state of calm, he unzipped his jacket. His hawk-like eyes zoned in on a small stain on his shirt. Fuck. Why on god’s green earth did he not see that before?? With furrowed brows, he glanced at the clock, then zipped his jacket halfway to cover the dirt and bolted out the door with a picnic basket in hand.
Thankfully not out of breath, he arrived at the park. It was late afternoon and surprisingly empty. At this point in the day, Keigo was just glad that you were running slightly late too. He had received a text from you just as he reached the meeting place, saying something had come up and that you’ll be there in less than twenty minutes.
Perfect! Just enough time to set up the picnic. The plan was to stay long enough to watch the sun sink into the sky and then, well, Keigo was willing to improvise. The sky was cloudy, he might have to concoct a plan sooner than he thought.
“Keigo,” you gaped, “what the actual hell? This is beautiful!”
His head snapped up to meet your eyes. They were clear and sparkling, and slightly squinted due to the huge beam on your face. Keigo thought that he would never see a cuter sight.
You set your bag down, laughing as you joined him on the picnic blanket. The sound, a delight to his ears.
“What’s up sweets?” He huffed, laughing with you, “Miss me?”
Bending forward, you poked his cheek, “Always. Did you know you looked like a meerkat just then?” You quickly added.
He feigned offence, “You wound me! I’m excited to see you and this is what I get?”
“But you love me right?”
“I still didn’t look like a desert rat.”
You leaned back, to imitate the way he looked at you.
“Now, tell me that didn’t look like a meerkat.”
“I’d prefer it if you said I looked like anything else — a hawk perhaps?”
“Meerkats are cute, I’m calling you cute!”
“Mmh…” He reached out his finger to poke your cheek just as you did, “Nope. Not at all. You must be seeing things.”
You rolled your eyes with a light smile, before looking at Keigo’s picnic set up again.
“You did all of this for me?”
There was a fragrant bouquet of yours and Keigo’s favourite flowers sitting in the woven picnic basket, full bloom. You told him that you loved pretty things, what was prettier than flowers? Though, he was very close to printing out a bunch of candid photographs of you both to decorate the picnic — he refrained by a fraction.
A platter of your favourite fruits were placed beside the flowers, meticulously arranged. Keigo was particularly proud of them; he cut the strawberries into heart shapes. However, the star of the show (apart from you, of course) was the cake he baked. It was a small thing, not the best looking. He was never any good with cooking, let alone baking, but he tried. It was slightly squashed on the side from being in the basket, even so, it should taste good.
“Anything for you really,” he replied, your name sweet on his lips, “want to take a bite?”
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part two? yay or nay?
ooooohhhh who lives in a small tugboat out on the sea?
ge-mi-ni-tay
BOOM SHAKALAKA GAWDDAMN
i could not not take the opportunity to draw her flexing
I am, finally, at the end of my journey and have turned off Coconut Mall, sparing myself the torture for any longer. My bf has come to my aid and has given me ghost cuddles through the phone. i am- so very tired of hearing the same tune over and over again, perhaps i shall do it again for a longer test, but who knows. i was also saved by one of my friends, J, he has come to my aid as well and has called me gay /pos- anyways, that shall be all
need me some aha joke
HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE!!
shroomie shenanigans