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kylekoraki · 5 days
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anatomy study
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kylekoraki · 7 days
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Good morning~
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kylekoraki · 10 days
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“Who am I.. really?”
I wanted to portray the complexity of reiners character, he’s one of my favorites because of his writing. How he has to choose a side when he’s equally both in the end, I think it’s a very beautiful and heart wrenching scenario
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kylekoraki · 11 days
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Levi da
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kylekoraki · 15 days
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Hange one chance please
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kylekoraki · 16 days
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ok sooo hear me out-
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kylekoraki · 17 days
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I just wanna share a very very rough sketch I recently drew
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kylekoraki · 19 days
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Integra finale
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kylekoraki · 21 days
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I love painting backgrounds
(still WIP because I wanna do full render)
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kylekoraki · 23 days
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oh I love strong and badass women
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kylekoraki · 24 days
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"here on your own glued to your phone"
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kylekoraki · 2 months
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a must read for all Hange simps like me!! I can't describe how much I love this 😭❤️
Finally got to write a fic for @kylekoraki 's great Hange fanart (everyone go check it out!) and I hope I did it justice. It turned out as ~700 words, set in after the end of S3, I'd say somewhat hurt/comfort? and established relationship. Hope you enjoy!
The draw of the bow across the strings brought about the high-pitched note of the polished instrument as the violinist prepared to play. A sign for the ballroom to fall silent, those who wouldn’t partake in the dance to open up the floor to those who did. Hange entered the now formed stage with confident strides, as was expected from the newly appointed Commander of the Scouts. The green of the Scouts ever so present in the satin cape thrown over their left shoulder, the wings of freedom moulded into the golden ornament holding it in place. Where an eye was lost, freedom was gained. Symbolically at least.
Yet this was not an occasion to think of the fallen, the sacrifices the reality had taken, but to look perfect in their suit, participate in talks, toasts and dances, to celebrate the - at least temporary - defeat of the enemy and the new opportunities for their future with the people in power, who had no part in any of it. The people had to be appeased, distracted. Queen Historia had made that clear. Hange understood that and so did you, but it didn’t mean the game of politics was any less of a battlefield that took a toll of those thrown into it without ever wanting to be there. But the Scouts weren’t known for quitting.
As the instruments fell into rhythm, then into song, Hange extended their hand towards you. This was your dance, and no matter the politics, nobody would take this from you. One hand holding yours securely, the other on your waist, every step felt weightless. There was even a spark in Hange’s eye behind the eyeglass they were wearing for the occasion instead of their glasses. When more and more people joined the dance, the volume of the violin increased to stay present over the clicking of heels and muffled talks at the edge of the dance floor that had picked up again. In this sea of people, the small whirlpool of your dance brought it’s own sense of privacy, everyone focussed on themselves, you focussed on each other.
“I hope you can take the lead once I mess up my steps.” They whispered, leaning towards you with a small grin only for you to see. You were glad, as it had been a rare sight after everything that happened. The only time Hange could now afford to let their mask slip was with you. Because no matter with how much virtuoso they had filled their new role, it was overwhelming none the less.
“Don’t think too much, you got this. We practised.” You reassured them, knowing that dancing wasn’t their biggest strength, especially because they struggled to find any interest in it. But you had known Hange long enough and knew how their brain worked. And that’s the least you could as their partner to support them. Their grip tightened around your waist.
“You’re saying that until I’m stepping on your feet.” Hange spun you around, out of the way from another couple. The pace of the music had become faster and even more people joined the dance.
“You already did three times, yet no-one noticed.” A quiet remark from your side, maybe a little teasing, but not to embarrass them.
“Oh-“ The moment Hange hesitated, their eye flicking to the side as they tried to remember those incidents, they slightly stumbled and you managed to catch them in one flowing movement with a turn.
“No apologizing, dancing.” You said, pressing a small peck to the tip of their nose as Hange got to their feet again, then taking the lead as promised. Only for them to catch you in the next when you were to one to trip up. Once out of rhythm it was harder to get back into it again. With one song seamlessly flowing into the other, each dance stretched on.
Yet when Hange’s favourite piece was finally played, an energetic violin song, all of the worries, be it dance steps or the rest of the world, melted away, even if just for a couple minutes, it was just the two of you. And that was everything right now.
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A/N: I hope it turned out good even though it's not the completely cheesy fluff I usually write (okay, this one is maybe a bit cheesy, but hey) and that my appreciation for the fanart comes through. Life is being insane right now cause I'm basically finishing my degree and am trying to get an apprenticeship in a totally unrelated field, chronic illness and everything, so I still haven't been able to be as active as I'd like to be, but that's how it is and I'm going at my own pace.
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kylekoraki · 2 months
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Hey nana.. Do you remember the first time we met?
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I've been watching Nana lately and here's a very rough sketch
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kylekoraki · 3 months
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Commander Hange waiting for you (their partner) dressing up for the royal ball
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kylekoraki · 4 months
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wip
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kylekoraki · 4 months
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Imagine Hange looking at you like this ><
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kylekoraki · 4 months
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sketch~
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