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Day # 090
Theme: none
Time spent: 45ish minutes





Comments: drew a bunch of dresses. Ruse is a seamstress and she makes lolita style dresses.  

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Day # 091
Theme: none
Time spent: 11ish minutes





Comments: just wanted to draw these two together.
Kevin and Ruse are best friends. They've been best friends for years. This scene is right after Henry(Ruse's ex) threatens them both with a message to Kevin's Facebook that he's gonna hurt/kill Kevin and take back Ruse(who he thinks is dating Kevin lol). Kevin and Ruse go to a hotel because they think it's safer than going to their respective homes.
Spoiler: Henry finds out and they have to leave.  

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Day # 092
Theme: May the fourth be with you
Time spent: 11ish minutes





Comments: Kevin's shoulder angel and shoulder devil  

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Day # 093
Theme: none
Time spent: 11ish minutes





Comments: surprise side hug emotion_c8  

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Day # 094
Theme: none
Time spent: did not time, this is 720 new words, all written today 05/07

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The Devil stood solemnly behind the tavern bar, eyes watery as he wiped the inside of a beer stein with a shammy. The Star and The Fool were gone, taken from the world in a senseless act of violence. The tavern would never be the same. The Star’s beautiful voice would never ring throughout the room again. The twangs and hums of The Fool’s banjo would never bring joy to the happy, dancing drunks again. All because one stupid man refused to get his facts straight.

It was the evening after the funeral for the two slain innocents. The tavern was empty aside from one guest, a guest who surely felt just as solemn as The Devil himself. The shepherdess Strength sat atop a bar stool, a full beer stein between her roughened hands. She hadn’t taken even one sip.

“Still not ready to raise a toast to your love?” The Devil asked her, a painfully forced cheerfulness in his voice.

“I miss her,” the shepherdess replied, sounding hollow.

“I know…” He missed her too.

The Devil knew that the shepherdess had fallen for The Star. He knew the two were madly in love, and had been for quite a while. The romance between them was forbidden, though. Two women in love with one another? The town would not react kindly to such a scandal. He knew they kept it secret, and they kept it secret very well. Nobody knew. Not even The Fool.

“Did he know?” the shepherdess asked.

The Devil knew what she was referring to. He had formerly told her in private that he had fallen in love with The Fool. She was the only safe person around to share such details with, after all.

“No,” he replied. He set down the squeaky clean beer stein in a wooden cubby beneath the bar. “I don’t believe so. I know he had feelings for her. He would never want me.”

“Don’t say that,” the shepherdess told him. “I may not understand men, but I know you’re one of the best there is. I know you deserve love just like the rest of us; quite possibly more than the rest of us.”

“You’re too kind.”

“Kindness will heal a broken heart. I’m just playing my part.”

The two shared a bittersweet sigh. The light from the setting sun outside glinted off of his eyes of green and hers of blue. Then The Devil made his way around the bar and offered his hand to the shepherdess. She placed one hand in his, grabbed her beer with the other, and the two made their way to the tavern fireplace.

When they were both seated on the stony surface a few feet in front of the fireplace grate, The Devil found himself unable to stifle a sob.

“He was such a coward!” he cried, speaking of The Magician. “Too afraid to approach a woman! Too afraid to ask a very simple question! To afraid to fight for her like a man! He knew he couldn’t have won her fair and square so he took her! He took them both, that monster…”

The shepherdess placed her hand on his shoulder, both consoling him and steadying him from his shaking.

“Like a snake…” he sniveled, “…striking his prey while they slept.”

“A damn coward,” the shepherdess agreed. She took a big swig from her stein and offered the remainder to him.

He took it and put away the beverage like a man finding water after long wandering the desert.

“To our loves,” she said.

“To our loves,” The Devil said, raising the empty glass in a toast.

They both sighed again, and the fire behind them popped softly. After a minute, the shepherdess said, “I hate to give you bad news, but I don’t think I can keep performing here at your tavern. Not without my love. Not without the banjo.”

“Understandable,” The Devil responded. He placed his elbows on his knees and glanced at the wood floor.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. We’ll be okay.”

She gave him a concerned look. She did believe that things would be okay at some point, but it would take time to heal these needless wounds.

“I think that wretched beast’s curse is already in effect,” she said, sounding almost sarcastic.

“I think you’re right,” he agreed.

Comments: I decided to actually write new content for Under The Same Stars lol
The Devil is Gator and Strength is Astra. The Star is Ruse and The Fool is Kevin. The Magician is Henry. The story's getting a tad smidge closer to the 50000 words I want it to be ;u; (it's at 47585 words)  

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Day # 095
Theme: none
Time spent: didn't time, it's 2000 words(exactly) all done today(05/08)

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CHAPTER NINE: JUSTICE

“I swear to God, I don’t know how I slept through it all! This stupid ******** thing must have been dinging all night with Ring notifications and I was just so ******** stupid I didn’t check! There’s video though, I swear!”

Gator, owner of the strip club More Buck For Your Bang, had somehow managed to sleep through the sound of three gunshots and multiple notifications from his phone alerting him that there was an armed intruder inside his property. How he managed this, nobody knew. Gator’s bedroom was quite literally attached to the room where the shooting happened. Amazingly, he had only been made aware anything had happened at all when the Japantown Police Department arrived ten minutes after the shooter was incapacitated.

He had failed to protect them. And that was all Breanna had even asked him to do. Just house them in a safe place for a night, away from the creep who was stalking them, that was it. But the creep managed to get in and shot two of his three guests.

Gator had to get dressed in a rush and followed the JPD to the nearest hospital where the two victims, who had thankfully survived, would be operated on.

“I thought the cameras would be enough, okay? I thought I didn’t need an alarm system!”

“Sir, calm down, nobody is pressing charges against you or your club.”

“I’m just having a meltdown!” Gator told them, unaware that this was obvious. “What if those cunts were killed? That would be on me!”

They were now standing outside of the room where the two victims had been placed post-surgery. A few hours had passed, and Gator was still frantic about everything.

Ruse, who was in the hospital room listening to everything, stood up from her seat and grabbed Gator’s arm and dragged him inside. “I didn’t know you had the capacity to bothered by…honestly, anything,” she told him. He had seemed so chill when he spoke to them at More Bang For Your Buck, so laid back. This new facet of him was strange.

“I couldn’t live with myself if anything happened…”

He shrugged her grip off and looked around at the patient room. It was a two-patient room with a blue plastic curtain between the two beds. He couldn’t see past the curtain but he knew that’s where Kevin must’ve been.

Lying in the bed closest to the door was that blonde girl Astra. She had fixators jutting out of her midsection. She had been shot in the pelvis, from what he had heard, and the side where the bullet struck had gotten shattered. Somehow, though, she was awake. Her eyes were open, and she was talking to Ruse.

“The doctors say,” Astra said to Ruse with a slur, “that I can’t be sexually active for a while, okay?” The doctors had administered a delightful concoction of drugs to her via a tube connected to her forearm.

Ruse brushed her straw blonde hair behind her ears and nodded, simply glad Astra was still alive to make stupid jokes.

Gator took a few steps past them and pulled the plastic curtain aside. There was Kevin, that big scrumptious man. He was awake. And unlike Astra, he had no PICC lines attached. He was in a hospital gown, but there was an obvious outline of a bandage underneath, near the bottom of his ribs. He looked up at Gator for a second, then looked away, looking somewhat happy, somewhat disappointed, and definitely blushing.

“Is that a goddamn margarita?” Kevin asked.

There was, in fact, a martini glass in Gator’s left hand. “It’s a martini. Well, it’s empty. I just needed to keep my hands occupied. The cafeteria staff said I can keep it.” He grabbed a chair from against the far wall and placed it next to the bed. He set his glass down on the bedside table and sat down in the chair, leaning himself as close as possible to Kevin as he could without touching him. The closeness made his facial muscles relax and his emotions settle. “I’m sorry I ******** up, love,” he said to Kevin. “You were counting on me and I ******** up. I know they locked that wanker up, but—”

“Good,” Kevin cut him off, but still didn’t make eye contact. “Serves him right. Assholes like him don’t play fair. ‘Hit me right in my kyusho jitsu pressure point.” He placed a shaky hand on the area right beneath where his heart would be.

Gator nodded, actually interested. This young man was so full of fascinating stories. “I would love for you to tell me more about that later if you’d like…”

Kevin made a face like he didn’t quite know how to respond. But at least now he was making eye contact. Ruse didn’t let him talk about things like that in detail, so this was kind of nice.

“They’re gonna question you when you’re well enough to go home,” Gator continued. “But don’t worry, I’ve got the footage to prove your innocence. I mean, it’s clearly self defense, what you did.”

“Thanks, man…”

The awkwardness of the situation didn’t seem to affect Gator. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his smart phone. “So, did you mean what you said about me with the ‘alpha male’ and ‘chad’ s**t?”

“It’s not like that, b-baka…” Kevin replied immediately. A more feverish blush was now spreading all the way to his ears.

“Because that’s the nicest thing anybody’s ever said to me. I Googled it before going to sleep and it was just about the highlight of my day.” He showed Kevin the Google results for the slang. He had no idea they were typically used as insults, but he didn’t need to know that. “Y’know, Breanna told me you guys stood up to Jordan. That was pretty ******** brave. That wanker used to try to be friendly with me, if you catch my drift, tried to get my money is what he really was trying to do. But I know my type.” He gave an insinuating look to ********,” Kevin grumbled. He felt goosebumps all up his arms and down the back of his neck. A realization was hitting him. “Am I into chads?!”

“I hope so…” Gator replied to the rhetorical question. He beamed a hopeful beam at Kevin and placed his free hand on Kevin’s leg.

They both looked at each other for a while, Kevin looking terribly hesitant and unsure, and Gator looking love-struck, then a female nurse entered the room with a small plastic cup of pills, breaking up their moment.

“Konbanwa,” the older Asian nurse greeted Kevin. “Mr. Humphric, how are you feeling?”

Kevin responded, “It could be worse…”

“There’s going to be an officer coming by in a minute to talk with you and miss Thursday about what happened earlier. They’ll be bringing all your personal items.” She set down the pills beside the martini glass on the bedside table and then explained to Kevin what each pill was for. Kevin thanked her and she left.

Soon after, a JPD officer with a clipboard and cardboard box came into the room. He set the box down, then pulled the plastic curtain between Kevin and Astra back so he could address everyone in the room.

“Miss…Thursday?”

Ruse nodded.

“And Mr. Humphric?”

Kevin nodded.

“I assume that’s miss Buchanan with the hardware?”

Astra giggled in her drug induced haze.

“I take that as an affirmative.” He wrote something on the clipboard, then continued, “I’m not here to question any of you or take any statements. I’m just here to bring you folks back your personal affects. It looks like this case is pretty cut and dry. I don’t even think you’ll even be in court for that long.”

“I used to live at court,” Astra chimed.

“Uh-huh,” the officer glossed right over that. “Well, from what I’ve gathered, Mr. Kepler’s a whackadoo if I ever saw one. He seems pretty proud of his actions, thinks he did the right thing and all.”

“He needs a psych eval. He probably doesn’t even realize he’s completely lost it,” Ruse commented sternly. “There’s something very wrong with him. He should never be allowed back where people are.”

“I can assure you, he won’t be free to roam with the common folk for a long time. And he definitely won’t be joining any police force for the rest of his miserable life. Nobody’ll have him after this. I’m sure the South Dakota PD he was with is pissed that they’re getting investigated now, heh…” He flipped through the pages on the clipboard then let them rest flat again. “Any-who, we’ll be in touch. We will call you in for questioning and statements once you’ve all been released from the hospital.”

“Arigatou gozaimasu, officer,” Ruse said as he exited the room. He saluted her with a smile before disappearing back into the hall outside. She stood up and examined the contents of the box. Inside were her bag from the convention with her haul of goodies still intact, her floral bookbag, all her clothing from before she had bathed, Astra’s backpack, all Astra’s clothing, Kevin’s phone, all Kevin’s clothing, and Kevin’s keys…but most importantly, there was a very large clear plastic sleeve filled with the splintered remnants of Kevin’s blue banjo.

She lifted the plastic sleeve so Kevin could see, and she could see the heartbreak in his eyes over his sole family heirloom being in such a state. She placed the broken instrument beside him. “I’m so sorry, Kevin. I know how much it meant to you.”

Kevin grazed the plastic with his fingertips. Then a comforting thought came to him. “You know…I think my mom would be proud. Sure, I destroyed the last gift she ever gave me, but I destroyed it protecting my best friend.”

Ruse pulled Kevin’s head toward her chest into an awkward hug. “I’m so lucky to have you,” she told him. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

Kevin stuck his hand up between himself and Ruse so she’d release him. “Listen, Ruse,” he said with a serious tone, “I owe you an apology for what I said. I’ve been angry and confused and frankly, I’ve been acting like an entitled d**k toward you for a long time, and you’ve stuck around through the worst of it. I’m sorry.”

Before Ruse could say anything, the nurse returned.

This time she had gloves on and she was carrying small metal tray. “Hello again, long time no see,” she joked. “I have a quick question I’ve been pondering since your surgery. I’m sure the cops will also ask, but did you know your assailant used rubber bullets?” She placed the tray on top of the sink counter across the room from the beds, where they could all see the two bullets extracted from Kevin and Astra. “I heard you two knew the guy, at least at some point. Is there a reason why he would use those instead of regular ones? Not that it matters when they’re as close range as these were…”

Ruse frowned. “He probably thought it’d give him a lesser sentence or something.”

“They still hurt like a ********,” Astra insisted. The other four in the room looked at her. She was drooling. “Like a b***h.” Then finally the drugs took an effect and she closed her eyes and began open-mouth snoring.

“She’s not wrong,” Kevin said. “Broke the skin and everything. I thought they were real…”

“I’m glad they weren’t,” Gator told him. “I’m glad I get this opportunity to be here with you again.”

“Okay,” Ruse said, rolling her eyes. “I think I’ll give you two some alone time.” She grabbed the curtain and whipped it back across the way between the two beds with a laugh.

“I believe that’s also my cue to go,” said the nurse. “Just ring the buzzer if you need any assistance, okay?”

Comments: Just started on ch9 because I'm still in a creative mood. This is the extremely rough draft of the first section(of two in this chapter). There's still something I need to add before I refine it 8234 times and do the ritual crying and hating myself. The story is now 49651 words long. :)
All of this and the last post were written today(05/08) and yesterday(05/07). None of that is updated old content. It is all brand new.  

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Day # 096
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Time spent: didn't time, these are 200ish of the 400ish words I have added since my post for day 095

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The next morning at sunrise, a young Japanese man awoke, put on his geta sandals, and left his apartment to start the work day. He had a bicycle chained to a rack in the apartment complex parking garage, which he unchained and pedaled out into the light. It had rained the day before, which meant he had to shut down business for twenty-four hours, so the sunlight felt quite good on his face, and gave him a reason to feel good about the day.

He worked a few blocks away, so the ride only took five minutes. When he arrived at the building in which he made his living, he re-chained the bicycle to a rack right beside the entry door. He unlocked the door and flicked on the lights.

The building was a brick warehouse with no windows. There were two doors, one for people to enter and exit, and another corrugated metal door for the product to enter and exit. Inside, there were several rickshaws attached to bicycles, all chained together for safekeeping. He rented these out so people, mostly tourists visiting, could wander the city the ‘traditional Japanese way’. After all, that’s what folks expected when visiting a place called Japantown.

Out of habit, the man began to count the rickshaws. Each time he counted, there had always been ten, but he liked to make absolutely sure.

One, two, three…

Nine.

He had never gotten the tenth rickshaw back.

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Comments: YOOOOOOOOO It's done biggrin
First draft but it's done, AND it's over 50,000 words! It's at 50,036 words actually :>!!!!!!! Now I'm either gonna make myself very upset editing for smoothness or stop writing for four months again.  

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Day # 097
Theme: none
Time spent: 16ish minutes





Comments: Just that weeb Ruse in a frilly kimono dress because Japantown. I based this off of like ten random different images of literal Aliexpress lolita kimono dresses loooooool.  

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Day # 098
Theme: none
Time spent: 18ish minutes





Comments: I went through my three art albums on Facebook and picked a few I wanted to update. This one turned out to be the fav. Raichu is my fav mon from gen 1. The original pen drawing is probably a few years old.