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30 🌿 sketching daily. chewing on kpop rpf to Feel Something; usual warnings apply 🌿🔞 fic & art 🌿 multi everything (but mostly atz)
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fru 🍊 @harrowsong.bsky.social · 20d
🧵 drabble collection

↪ on ao3: archiveofourown.org/works/720136...
thumbnail image that shows a grainy painting of dark bushes and trees with a text box photoshopped on top that looks like an ao3 fic title with author. It says 'even in love, unbearable' by harrowsong
harrowsong.bsky.social
blockships Seonghwa Operation Prostrate for @yamane-emiko.bsky.social 🌟🚢
sketchy digital pencil drawing of a ship cabin interior, historical setting. Seonghwa kneels on the floor in a spill of moonlight wearing an Edwardian style frilly women's blouse and trousers, head tipped down and to the side.
November 22, 2025 at 11:31 PM
harrowsong.bsky.social
Strahd girl
November 22, 2025 at 6:21 PM
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interwovenwild.bsky.social
Since Fru convinced me to daily art again... Happy woozi looking at you like a bug birthday
Pencil sketch of seventeen's woozi looking down at you like you're a tiny creechur
November 21, 2025 at 8:04 PM
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sanenjoyer.bsky.social
getting sassy with your arranged marriage partner: not advised
getting sassy with your arranged marriage partner when you're khj: unavoidable
snippet from my hongsan wip: Gods above. What a farce. "Good night, general." "It's San." Hongjoong's back teeth grind together. "Pardon me?" "My name," his betrothed says. There's something sharp and deliberate in the way he's standing, staring, delivering this information to Hongjoong, who has done nearly everything in his limited power to show he doesn't want anything to do with it. "In spite of your misgivings about our union, I think you should know it." "I knew it," he snaps, reckless. "I don't find ease in calling it." "It seems we have a difference of opinion here as well," San says, the corner of his mouth lifting. "Good night, Hongjoong." Then, leaving him fuming, he turns on his heel and retreats down the hall.
November 21, 2025 at 4:20 PM
harrowsong.bsky.social
haven't penciled in forever but cat needed eraser power
November 21, 2025 at 4:17 PM
harrowsong.bsky.social
what if i went and reread yeonni's snow leopard yunsan fic....
November 21, 2025 at 3:18 PM
harrowsong.bsky.social
friendly neighborhood video game artist, recently de-snotted
November 20, 2025 at 5:23 PM
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matthewdowsmith.bsky.social
One of the cruelest tricks society played on creative people was planting the idea that being proud of your work is somehow unseemly and egotistical.

You made a thing! You like it! You SHOULD be proud of it. Brag all you want!
November 20, 2025 at 12:54 AM
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miski.bsky.social
people encourage this and make you feel bad about yourself so you devalue your genuinely niche and valuable skillsets so you'll fight less to get paid what you're actually worth
matthewdowsmith.bsky.social Matthew Dow Smith @matthewdowsmith.bsky.social · 3d
One of the cruelest tricks society played on creative people was planting the idea that being proud of your work is somehow unseemly and egotistical.

You made a thing! You like it! You SHOULD be proud of it. Brag all you want!
November 20, 2025 at 1:45 AM
harrowsong.bsky.social
November 19, 2025 at 10:54 PM
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sanenjoyer.bsky.social
wellllllll this is happening 🥹...
snippet from my hongsan wip: So he listened. He snuck into the back of public houses and listened to the laborers' meetings. He heard the discontent, the strife, the pain caused by his father's taxations and decrees. He saw hungry children in the street. He wrote clumsy, determined screeds about the unfair treatment of the poor and posted them with no subtlety, caught and chastised over and over, but never stopping. Cultivating his expression and sharpening his opinions. He became more of a problem as the discontent grew; not quite a uniting voice, but one of polish and wit, one among many agitators, and a constant, digging thorn in his father's side, never as interested in marriage or courtly proceedings as his own pursuit of thought and justice. He needn't have experienced the shock he did at being sold off.
November 19, 2025 at 10:29 PM
harrowsong.bsky.social
so excited about going back to work tomorrow
November 19, 2025 at 10:45 PM
harrowsong.bsky.social
the fun question is. do i do a flip through vid of just this sketchbook when it's done, or should i wait until i fill another two to do three in one again... 🤔
November 18, 2025 at 4:24 PM
harrowsong.bsky.social
i was gonna leaf through the sketchbook just now (it's a good memorykeeping exercise to do a daily silly) but i fully forgot i started this one with just. diabolical pussy drawings right off the bat
November 18, 2025 at 4:18 PM
harrowsong.bsky.social
it was going so well, then the ink ran terribly 😂😂 we persevere
November 18, 2025 at 4:16 PM
harrowsong.bsky.social
yeah okay
November 17, 2025 at 11:34 PM
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interwovenwild.bsky.social
I had a tea workshop last weekend and spent half of it assigning teas to ateez members in my brain. I'm sure I'll change my mind many times over but for now:
November 17, 2025 at 4:57 PM
harrowsong.bsky.social
woke up with chest pain on atiny day which could only mean one thing
November 17, 2025 at 2:38 PM
harrowsong.bsky.social
💦🥱🤧
November 16, 2025 at 5:08 PM
harrowsong.bsky.social
it should be illegal for a person to be able to eject this much snot in a day. like this is criminal
November 16, 2025 at 12:17 AM
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maldelune.bsky.social
youre asking chatgpt. im asking my discord full of autistic people that i keep in my back pocket. we are not the same.
November 15, 2025 at 5:41 PM
harrowsong.bsky.social
pout dude
November 15, 2025 at 7:11 PM
harrowsong.bsky.social
hat man
November 14, 2025 at 4:08 PM
harrowsong.bsky.social
i guess yesterday wasn't just a ceiling light headache after all
November 13, 2025 at 2:13 PM
harrowsong.bsky.social
i was gonna write a little tiny hongsan snack for dahlia the other day and it kind of turned less tiny, and then I've been too tired/busy/headache-y to work on it since so... idk if this is anything but wipwednesday wahoo i guess
"I will do it. I will kick you out," Hongjoong threatens even as his traitorous body leans into the hand that comes to stroke along his jawline. San is just tall enough that Hongjoong has to look up at him, which is annoying most times and something entirely else now, in Hongjoong's bedroom that smells like him, full with a good meal and a skittery warmth in his chest he carefully covers every day with just enough thorny thicket to make San work for it. And work he does—a tilt of his head down to press his mouth to Hongjoong's, nothing they haven't done in San's car parked in front of Hongjoong's apartment building, and, on one memorable occasion never to be repeated for as long as Hongjoong draws breath, in the emergency staircase of their office building in a five minute break between two meetings. The kiss is, thus, familiar territory. San's hands coming to rest on the upper curve of Hongjoong's ass is decidedly not. "Hey now," Hongjoong croaks into the open arch of San's mouth. San hums. Squeezes a little, exploratory, enough to make Hongjoong's dick chub past the point of no return. "Hyung said I could come up." That doesn't mean I was going to let you fuck me, Hongjoong wants to say, which is a bold-faced lie, but he's distracted quickly by San's fingers questing under the waistband of his slacks to pull his shirt out and press both hands underneath, a satisfied hum when he flattens his palms against Hongjoong's back. Hongjoong's own hands come to rest on the significant swell of San's chest. For lack of anywhere better to put them, of course. "Your tits are ridiculous," he says, and fails to bite down on a moan when San noses down the hinge of his jaw to his throat. He drags the flat of his tongue across the sweaty crease where Hongjoong's neck meets his shoulder and the scent of juniper between them is suddenly thick enough to drown in. Fucking embarrassing.
November 12, 2025 at 8:23 PM