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pocketisla · 5 days
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HOOO HI H-HELLO SIR 😮‍💨😩😍🤩👉🏻👈🏻
Kayson ──★ ˙ ̟!!
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R U Mine? ★!!
“She's a silver linin', lone ranger ridin' through an open space”
I LOVE HOW THIS TURNED OUT PLZ LIKE IT
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pocketisla · 7 days
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Tangled in Love
Andrew x Reader
Okay before you continue this, I wanted to let you know this fic mentions description of hair texture. The reader has wavy/curly hair! Additionally, this fic is a rewrite of part 6 of Andrew’s story.
+a lil rant before the actual fic (you can skip the first part but please read the second)
I wasn't going to post this because it's a self-indulgent piece but hey I’m sure someone out there will enjoy it too. I've struggled with my hair for quite a while. It was one of my biggest insecurities, and I never knew how to take care of it. For the majority of my life, I've treated my hair as though it was straight, using straight hair products and styles, because that's what I wanted my hair to be. I hated the 'frizz' which in actuality was just me damaging my curl pattern😭 Thankfully, even though I couldn't see it, the people around me did and helped me manage and properly care for my hair. These days, I embrace my curls, and I love them more than anything! If I'm not rocking my curly hair I feel incomplete, it's become a huge part of me! I still have a long way to go, but I'm beyond happy I was able to finally recognise how beautiful my hair is.
That being said, I want to remind all of you that YOU ARE PERFECT! I know we doubt and pick at ourselves from time to time, but it's important to remember THOSE DOUBTS DON'T DEFINE US! Every imperfection and flaw is what makes you perfectly, uniquely and most of all beautifully YOU. Please remember to be kind to yourself and never ever stop loving yourself ❤️
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It's been months since Andrew ended things with me. At first, I prided myself in being mature and acted like the entire thing never even happened. I stopped sitting where his eyes can easily find me, I never take similar routes as he would and avoided his office at all cost. It was easy to find a temporary tutor to help with my assessments, that way I didn't even need to attend his tutorials. 
The less contact with him the better. This little routine was good and dandy, getting me by as I immersed myself completely in y work. If I distracted my mind, I wouldn't need to think of Andrew, right? Wrong.
So fucking wrong.
Every other thought, he was on my mind. I wondered how he'd answer questions on my exam preps, and his opinion on every sentence I wrote. I thought of him so much, it was sickening and before I knew it I was tired and relapsing.
I gave university my all until I couldn't anymore. I was heartbroken and ignoring my feelings only made them worst. They burdened my mind, and I spent nights upon nights crying my eyes swollen into my pillows. I knew I had to accept it somehow but the ghosts of him haunts me, even in my dreams.
Last night’s dream was an especially painful one. I vividly remember the look on his face and the way my heart shattered into a million pieces as he drove away that day. What a shit start to my day!
I rolled out of bed, heading straight for the bathroom where I splashed my face with cold water and looked into the mirror. What a mess, my hair was messy and unkept and not in and attractive, quirky way, more closely resembling a bird’s nest. I wonder if Andrew could ever love me even when I look like this.
I sigh, rubbing my temples and trying not to cry again. Maybe a nice long shower would help, so I did just that. I stayed under the running water for more than an hour, then detangled my hair before stepping out. It did help, at the very least I felt clean and refreshed.
Today was going to be more or less going to be simple, there was a single task posted on Moodle and that’s all I needed to get done.
I settled into a comfy set of clothes and started drying my hair, only to be interrupted by a knock on my door. Who could that be? I threw the towel over a chair and opened the door, and my eyes are met with the last person I wanted to see.
“Hi, I’m here to speak to you” His mouth is agape and he looks a bit shocked.
Speak to me? Here to speak to me? My mind roared. Absolutely not. I was about to slam the door in his face, but he steps forward.
“Only as a professor!” He clarifies. “May I please come in?”
“Fine, but make it quick.” I demanded.
He sighs, “Thank you.”
He steps inside and I lock the door behind him. A waft of his scent hitting my nose, God how I missed that.
“I've emailed you several times about booking a tutorial, whether that be online or in person, and I haven't heard anything back. Me being here is a last resort. It's part of my job to make my students are well, and that if they're struggling, I can point them in the right direction.” He paused, finally taking his eyes off me to look around. “You have a nice place. It's what I imagined it would look like.”
“That’s not why you’re here And- Mr. Marston.”
“Yes, strictly business it is then, though, I don't want to treat it as such.” His eyes are on me again, but I refuse to give him the same attention choosing to fidget with my fingers instead. “I'll try and keep things brief for the both of us. You've been attending as usual, on top of your work as usual and nothing on the surface warrants concern, but because this is around the time where I need to be updated on essay plans and what you intend to do, us talking to one another is inevitable and for your records, and my peace of mind, we must.”
“It’s going good.” I replied, monotoned.
“It’s going good? Is that’s all I get?” He pushes.
“It’s an update, is it not?”
“It's a different response. In the past when we had our tutorials, that went on for at least an hour, you were so passionate about your subject, you made your own reading list and clearly planned out your arguments. You talked me through every point and asked for my opinion just to be sure you couldn't look at it from any other angle because you were adamant about not just getting it right but understanding different perspectives. Tutorials are only supposed to last around half an hour. Why do you think I always put you in the last slot? The look you have when you lose yourself to your ideas, when your eyes spark with this clarity I never want to stop you mid-thought or let that light disappear.” He rants and I wish he’d stop describing me that way.
“First and foremost, I am your professor. I’m here to nurture your curiosity and always have you searching for answers so when you don't show up to your tutorials I get concerned.”
“But I attend classes and all my work is completed. Is that not enough?”
“Your work is fine but that's not the problem I-” He paused and sighs for the hundredth time, “I want to ask how you are.”
“Now you’re interested in that?”
“I never had the chance to and even if I did try to talk to you would you have answered?”
Well shit, he’s got me there. I stay quiet and stare at my feet.
“You've been avoiding me for over a month now and I completely understand why. It's enough that you're still going to classes and doing your work, and I can't imagine what you must be feeling having to be taught by me even now. For the pain I still give you, I am sorry. For the pain I gave you that day, I am sorry.”
I swallow the lump in my throat. “Is that why you’re here? To say sorry?”
“I didn't come here under the pretense of apologizing but… it's something I’ve been meaning to do for a while now. The rumours have died down but that doesn't change the thoughts people still have. It's not something that we should live with, but we must.” He regains his composure quickly, shifting the conversation back to university. “Anyway, care to tell me anything else about your essay? Any avenues you're thinking of exploring? Any reading material that's caught your eye?”
“What about you? Howe you Andrew?” I finally find his face with my eyes.
“I thought you wanted to keep this strictly business.” He uses my words against me. “Don't worry about me. I want you to focus on your studies.”
He smiles and it makes my heart skip a beat.
“Have you… Have you seen the petition?”
“Yes, I’ve seen it. I considered resigning and letting them win.” My eyes widen at his confession.
“Rumours can get out of hand quickly. Heh, never in my life did I think I’d be called such names. Now people think I let students get close to me to get good grades, no matter the gender. I’m a danger to all apparently.”
He sounds tired too, that’s one thing I can sympathise with him.
“The dean’s comment eased some of the backlash, but this is a burden I’ll most likely carry for the rest of my career.” He continued.
I stay quiet, unsure how to respond to him. I supposed we’ve both been hurting in our own ways.
“Can I be frank with you?” He catches my attention again and I look up from my thoughts. “I don’t regret any of it. It was one of the most honest decisions I’ve ever made. My only regret is not protecting you when it mattered and- and I’ll never be able to undo that.”
Fuck he always makes things so difficult for me.
“When I saw that video, and those comments I panicked. The first thing that came to my mind was how you’d feel reading them and how you’d continue knowing people thought of you that way. I know how that feels, something similar happened to me years ago. It hurts being ostracised and judged on lies and when you wade in that water you still have to hold your head up high, so you don’t drown. But thinking back I was irrational. I let my own fears get the better of me and made a decision that was not only mine to make. I… I should have spoken to you before driving you away. I’m not asking for your forgiveness or pity. I just need to let you know this.”
“So what now?”
“That’s a good question, I would say we continue as we are now, I only have your best interests at heart and that should be more important to me than my feelings for you.”
“You… you still have feelings for me?”
“Of course, I do! You think they just stopped? I tried burying them, stifling them, but every time you walked into my lectures it was impossible not to remember all the things we experience together.”
“Andrew look at me.” I shake my head. “I look awful, I’m a mess.”
“I disagree. You’re still as beautiful as the day I left you. If not, even more. Your hair, I- I’ve never seen it like that. It might just be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
My hair? I haven’t even straightened it like I always do. How could he find this beautiful?
“Still, you said it yourself, this could never work. Why would you-“ “I’m saying my heart wants to follow you again. Despite it all, I still want you.” He sounds so desperate, and I can feel my heart in my throat. “But this isn’t about what I want. It’s up to you. I you want nothing to do with me outside of university, so be it. If you want to give this a chance, a real chance, I’m fine with that too.”
“Andrew I-“ “You don’t need to give me an answer now, or at all actually. Just… do what you feel most comfortable with.”
That day I had a lot more to think of as I stood in front of my mirror once again. My hair was still unstraightened and a thought crossed my mind. I remember Andrew’s words before he left.
“I know I said it before, but your hair really does beautiful. I can’t quite get over it. It suits you.”
Maybe if I was going to give this another shot, it was time to start afresh. No more secrecy and sneaking around. I stare at my hair in the mirror. Maybe it did suit me and it wouldn’t hurt to try something new, would it?
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Months later I feel so much better, the air is clearer, the sun is shining and I’m finally ready to talk to Andrew again.
I sat the window of the café I asked to meet at, looking over at the door each time the bell chimed. This time I was right, it was him. He spots me quickly and walks over.
“Hi, I know I’m a little early. May I sit?”
“Of course, please do” I urge him.
“I see you changed your hair. It looks really good.”
I run my fingers across the soft curls on my shoulder.
“Less of a change more of an embrace I’d say. I thought it was about time I stopped straightening it and wear my natural hair.”
“Not that you were any less beautiful before, but I find it harder to keep my eyes off you now.”
I smile. My cheeks are probably flushed, I can feel them all warm like the fuzzy feeling in my stomach.
“You know it’s very similar to my decision.” I tell him. “It’s another thing I want to embrace and flaunt to the world.”
“And I'll accept it no matter what it might be. So, what's your decision?”
My ass is off the chair in an instant, and I lean over the table to pull his face to mine. I missed kissing him, I missed kissing him so damn much.
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pocketisla · 7 days
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This is me eating every last bit of Zaros contents that has ever been created
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pocketisla · 9 days
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Earis board
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pocketisla · 10 days
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dan heng thinking that march 7th is the strangest little gremlin in the galaxy but still indulging her every whim without question to the point that it's almost a reflex is just. sososo incredibly important to me.
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pocketisla · 11 days
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I'll shape my love into cubes and dip them in chocolate fondue 🍫
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I got'chu fellow Luca stan 😌
Hehe he's so sleepy he's holding the cup the wrong way! He's so relatable to me I also say sorry to the door when I close it too hard not just the fridge doors or the plants when I step on them Hes clumsy falls over He's so cute though
Good thing no one reads these because I talk a lot that that's why I'm a Trumpet 🎺 (Talkative crumpet) and not a Crumpet and I want to reread my shet in the future
I have difficulties finishing his wedding art because I keep giggling and feeling kilig (romantic excitement) so have this for now
YEEEEEE HAHONEEEYYYMOOOONNNN
I can't believe we're married to him Honestly expected Hui! HAHAHA I was so focused on Andrew's audio I jumped out my seat when he mentioned Luca and lost focus completely the same way I did when I heard about the honeymoon in the stream 🤣 I really got over my Andrew phase once I started listening to Luca Niall Matias Jonah and Kayson 🤣🤪 Sorry Darling
Wuca deserves the world Hes probably an overthinker drowning on the what ifs but still makes bold moves He aint a party baby but had he not gone there he wouldn't have met Babe He also stayed as Prof Angsty Wangsty's TA even though his work ethic's probably tough for him He was bullied but he's still so bright to everyone he meets He does everything in his power to make sure Babe is happy looks for stuff within his budget and goes far as to cosplay or to share everything
I'd like to imagine Andrew and Luca's heart to heart was like or started like Luca was clumsy or so off maybe he sighed a lot or maybe his face looked so pouty that Andrew had to ask if he was okay or not Because I doubt Luca would want to/he thinks he will burden others or waste time when he shares his struggles Maybe he was struggling about our proposal or the wedding or the HONEYMOON HEHE He's a psych major too right maybe he shared what he thinks his struggles in the lense of a psych major That's be so nice Do you think Wuca psychoanalyzes us hashsh
Poor baby he deserves all the happiness after being bullied and being alone for so long I love him saur much 🥺
Aw I lost my train of thought just live laugh love Luca okay? Okay
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pocketisla · 11 days
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Hiii, I just wanted to say that I absolutely love your art. Your style is so good and your drawings are all so pretty I just love seeing them on my dash!! Have a good day & take care 💜💜
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pocketisla · 12 days
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Want to dance? What better way to show we're getting along you don't think So you have everything to gain like the love of your soon-to-be subjects knowing that you can dance with a leech and still keep calm
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My horse sarl
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pocketisla · 12 days
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My horse sarl
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pocketisla · 13 days
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Blessed 😩 Your art is a blessing
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Andrew Martson
so who can stop me if i decide that you’re my destiny?
rewrite the stars ✨
OK SO THIS DRAWING KINDA SUCKS BECAUSE I DID IT IN LIKE AN HOUR AND A HALF AND IN THE MIDDLE OF CLASS SO ITS NOT GREAT
BUT ALSO I LOVE ANDREW SO MUCH I WAS THINKING OF HIM
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pocketisla · 14 days
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Wait is that you? Wave a hand
Andrew was my first sakuverse love Im so glad he's so happy here you can tell with his voice My heart was fluttery Ugh > < He always sounded frowny or had a straight face while talking
Mr angsty wangsty deserves all the love after going through all that harassment from his teacher, pressure from his parents, shet from his colleagues and students He goes through all of that but still treats us well and reassures us
I love him but I love his assistants more sorry
Drafts that I don't want to continue but want to show ( ° ^ ) / He's the hardest to color It's like I'm doing his makeup he's really beautiful the bisexual men always get me sorry lord
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I think he'll look like this in the next one because some kid or someone in there thinks he looks lame and isn't enjoying himself :b
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This isnt about Luca I won't talk about Luca here I won't talk about Luca I won't talk about Luca
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pocketisla · 18 days
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missing my malewife matias 😔
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pocketisla · 18 days
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Elias: I gotchu
Birb: Alrite bet
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pocketisla · 19 days
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Grew in murky waters, yet bloom so beautifully Hello little lotus flower!
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pocketisla · 19 days
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pocketisla · 21 days
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earis' gambit
drew this before watching the latest i scheduled this weeks ago realized it did not post for some reason!!!
I listened to the latest one just now hehehhehehehe eeeeeeeeeee😔❤️😚💗🤸🏻‍♀️🙈
pls dont steal his answer for the debate earis they should defo rule together zaros will focus on the serullan peeps and earis will focus on external relations
like the earis i will write all these in my diary ugh all his pomposity!!!!!! ugh!!!!! 😠😠😠❤️
references r my favorite paintings + queens gambit:
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pocketisla · 22 days
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while waiting for my next exams yesterday
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