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Rebloging and Blabbering of anything I like

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A series of black and white inky fanarts for Omniscient reader's viewpoint, each accompanied by a text. "Creating for yourself". Han Sooyoung is towering, holding magic stones in her hand - it's one of her first appearances. Her face is hidden under a shadow, appearing as a mask of comedy.

"Creating for others". It's Han Sooyoung from 1863rd turn. She is on the roof, in her white coat and white cap. Her face - a mask of tragedy. A single white star is shining down on her.

"Or maybe creating for a single reader". The words are bleeding ink. They are put down by Han Sooyoung's hand on a parchment, old looking wall in the background hinting at this Han Sooyoung being from Kaizenix. The window in the background shows a single star bleeding into the bottle of ink on Han Sooyoung's table.

"Who may or may not come". Han Sooyoung's lonely, narrow back is the main focus. She is sitting at her table, half covered by a warm cape, watching the window longingly.

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"For both you and him". A side shot of Kaizenix Han Sooyoung with her head hanging low over her table. Her hair hide her face completely. She is curling onto herself, as if soothing herself. Over her, Kim Dokja is looming, his face similarly hidden by his falling hair. He seems to be watching whatever Han Sooyoung is putting down on the pages. The word "You" overlaps Kim Dokja's head, while "Him" overlaps Han Sooyoung's.

"Each word a waypoint". Two thin, tall frames. Left frame is Han Sooyoung in a white coat, reaching over the edge of her frame and into the right frame. She looks incredibly tired and dejected. A waterfall of white pages descends behind her, framing her head. Right frame is Oldest Dream, young Kim Dokja reading something on his flip phone with a smile. He is contained in his frame save for his falling pages - they sit behind his head and overlap the upper edge, a link to something beyond. A single black star floats above Oldest dream, its ink bleeding into the pages.

"All else is his job". A borderless black page - a sky full of stars. Five stars with delicate halos are falling. Han Sooyoung's white silhouette is standing over Kim Dokja's sitting one, watching him read a book in his hands.

"What's left is to pray". A wall of white pages overlapping like papier-mâché, hiding behind them a silhouette of Kim Dokja made out of dotted out text. He is smiling. Han Sooyoung's hands grasp at the pages, peeling them off.

"Your art has any impact at all". Someone wearing a white coat is on their knees in front of yet another white coat hanging. Black handprints all over the lower half of the coat paint it into a black coat. The person in front of it is clutching at the coat in desperation.

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