Arcane Art Style Study With Fyolai

Arcane art style study with Fyolai

frantic fanfic pt 2

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Once upon a time in a very VERY distant multiverse, Luka and his very alive wife Hyuna got to visit a theme park called Phoenix Wonderland. "Wow Hyuna my lovely alive wife, thank you for using your seven figure salary to pay for this awesome date!" "Of course, my beautiful alive husband. Hey, look over there! There's a troupe performing!" As they approached the humble stage, a purple haired perform

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er stretched his arms above his head in celebration before lifting the microphone to his lips. He screeched, and the audience went wild.

See, the performers were well known, a group referred to as Wonderlands X Showtime. While the ringleader and circusmaster of their troupe was a man with or*nge hair called Tsukasa, the most well-known and "simped" over member was the one currently occupying the stage. Rui Kamishiro.

Luka looked back at Hyuna, his beautiful and very much alive wife, and started to cry. Tears rolling down his pink and fresh and ALIVE cheeks, he gasped out, "I'm sorry, my sweet beautiful lovely alive wife, I'm leaving you…!"

Luka ran up the stairs leading to the stage without looking back, into Rui's waiting arms. "My love, beautiful, never possibly dying Rui Kamishiro… Marry me!" He cried out, dropping to one knee and holding up a ring made from the tears of Till and Ivan.

"This is the ring known the Amulet of Doomed Yaoi, please, wear it!"

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Rui Kamishiro, flabbergasted, simply blurted out; "No… but sir, I… I'm a minor!" He then proceeded to die on the spot. Hyuna, her jaw practically on the floor, quickly composed herself. "My twink husband, Luka…" Luka, traumatized; "My lovely alive wife…" "Its okay, Luka. I always knew you were gay. Take the Amulet of Doomed Yaoi and find your true love!" "Oh, Hyuna, thank you! I'd knew you'd understand!" "EVERYBODY GET DOWN!" The security officer, who had just arrived on the scene, yelled right before arresting Luka on the spot.

Many days later, in the courthouse;

Lovemail Preface

A tidbit of my very first letter: In a sense, I think the only time I’ve ever dabbled in a true taste of what love could mean, is with you. It was never clear to me whether you were meant to guide me and protect me, or lead me down a faulty path into my own destruction. Either way, I would happily follow you. From the moment I stepped foot inside that small auditorium along the back wall of the Museum of Pop, in Seattle, Washington, I was entranced. By you, the seemingly effortless way your fingers glide over the slender neck of your instrument. Your lack of outward expression, in both doubt, but also in recognition. You deserve all the praise that is thrown your way, and more. I can only provide you with so much. You will always deserve more than I can give you, and for that I am truly in pain. As soon as your name is spoken from someone else’s mouth, I tense. I know that no matter what they can give, it won’t ever speak to your true nature. They simply don’t know you, not like I do. And I will fight, through anything, to defend you.