I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.
Dear person I hate,
Dear person I like,
Dear ex boyfriend,
Dear ex girlfriend,
Dear ex bestfriend,
Dear future me,
Dear past me,
Dear person I’m jealous of,
Dear person I had a crush on,
Dear [insert URL here],
More small watercolors of this boy in even more jackets! I am so ready for fall. Messed with his shapes/design, and practiced glazing graded washes.
Also, found a good mix for splotchy light denim! The pants in the left one were way too teal, and when I layered a tiny thin wash of red oxide on top, it not only neutralized but added texture.
more spn + fma HEY
sam doesn’t work with dr. marcoh during the war. he certainly hears about him, though. “he doesn’t need my help,” the good doctor had said, “he’s got his own damn poison. he won’t be getting any of mine.”
he’s right. his alchemy, it might as well be poison. he’d never even thought about withdrawal.
he’d never even tested it before he left. he knew his theory was sound, if a little unconventional, and all the brass had been so excited at his exam, at his potion - kinetic energy melted down into an injection - chattering about weaponization and wartime tactic. sam wasn’t disappointed or scared, hell, he’d been banking on it. war was his only ticket out of here, away from the city, away from. well.
as far as running away, this ranked a little bit on the extreme end. but he’d thought nothing could be a worse hell than being in love with his brother.
what a joke. he’d had no concept of hell.