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Maxi Morvant is the bar that regular men have to reach for me… and I wonder why the fuck I’m single. I have no regrets. I will find my Maxi. (I love all three but goddamn I was a Maxi gal first)
Billy ahsksldlg you and I share the exact same brain I swear to god :’D
and I wrote him!! which somehow makes it even worse!!! I’m the one who put the ink onto the page (metaphorically) and I know for a fact he came out of the part of my brain that acts like a vessel for my muse!! don’t get me started about the woo-woo nonsense lore I’m developing around my own writing process istg
but to be Too Deep about it, on some level, I figure in a kind of backwards way, that if I can put that kind of love on the page, the realistic aspects of it aren’t… impossible to find, you know? because it exists in me, so it does exist. and that means it exists in other people, because I am a people, and in the grand scheme of things, as much as my gender/brain stuff makes me feel like a cryptid, I am probably not as unknowable or alien as I feel sometimes. life is long, neither of us have met all the people that are going to love us, we have plenty of time.
but the most important thing (and I know you know this, but I still feel like saying it) is that we find happiness in ourselves first. I am a big believer in Being Your Own Type (in the ways you can control, I obviously cannot turn myself into a beanpole of a man ten years older than me lmao). I’m in my ‘Having hobbies I’m super into and would want to share with a partner’ era, as well as doing things solely for myself. IRL, I’ve made it longer than most of my close friends still being single, and that means I can make entirely selfish decisions they wouldn’t be able to make without having to consult their partner. There’s a power in that. I can totally devote my life to my academic work and my writing with no other obligations (aside from my cat and his need for expensive prescription food lol). I’m looking at the job market again for the first time in a half decade, and it’s finally hitting me that I can go anywhere I want, as long as I have a job to stay afloat. I also found I really love living alone; I have my own routines that help me take care of myself as I would want to be taken care of, and my time is entirely mine to use as I wish. When I think about all the people in my family in the past who never got the chance to have that, who just went straight from living with their folks to marriage and families - I realize what a rare gift it is. idk!!
so I’m 100% with you - my standards are ridiculously impossibly high, especially considering they’re based on a literal Guy I Made Up. but also! I don’t really see the harm in that, because I’m pretty happy with myself and where I am now ✨
I bet we’ll both find our Maxis, if we give it time 😘 and I appreciate you taking the time to say so; it’s extremely flattering to hear that my favorite scrimblo (or one of them!) is the reason someone else has high standards for the kind of love they want for themselves 🥰
#nice people!!#the nicest <3#BILLY! ✨#need one of those shirts with the single taken boxes and the third checked one is ‘dating a fictional necromancer’ :’D
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i have no idea where this came from, i was literally drinking water imagine Jason Todd trying to buy his gf bikinis/lingerie but he doesn't know her bra size, so he just goes and like- compares it to his hands bcs they've been there before and that's a comparation that will help him to pick a size. he's like 'hm it needs to cover my hand when my fingers have this much space between them' and the attendants are just looking at him from afar like ???
#i need him so bad#its a craving not a crush said billie eilish#dc#jason todd#red hood#red hood x reader#jason todd x reader#jason todd x you#ac's daydreams ✨
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(Illustration drawn in 2022)
The Boys S4 Sneak Peek (2024)
*surprised Pikachu face*
#starlight#annie january#the boys#the boys tv#the boys amazon#firecracker#my art#Did my drawing provide the template for Starlight’s look for this shot?#to answer my question no obviously not lol#don’t take it seriously lol but OMG I’D CACKLED seeing the funny coincidence + my apparent sheer dumb luck hahaha#long curly hair Starlight with her hair down + plaid jacket/ suit combo 👌#what makes it even funnier is this fanart is a story illustration for a scene from my butchlander pwp fic 😂#is someone from The Boys costuming or something just a fan or reader of ‘Truce’—and I just dunno about it? 😂 /j#it’s like the time I tweeted a pic of my Youtooz HL & Billy figures without using any buzzwords/ tags—& somehow The Boys official liked it#fashionistas ✨💖#mm & frenchie are only missing bc they weren’t in this specific fic scene#hughie campbell#billy butcher#homelander#butchlander#kimiko miyashiro#the boys season 4
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THIS IS MY FIRST TIME SEEING THIS PROMO PIC! WHAT IN THE ALIEN WORLD WAS GOING ON?!!
#doctor who#doctor who promo picture#ninth doctor#rose tyler#christopher eccleston#billie piper#nine x rose#✨🌹✨
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"I want to open up your ribcage, crawl inside and close the door. A niche made just for me, between your heart and your stomach".
Same version below, just without the written part ✨
#art#fanart#werecat steve harrington#steve harrington#harpy billy hargrove#billy hargrove#mythology au#harringrove#i'm not gonna lie#i was inspired bc i was following a twitchlive about the dreams/wishes theory of the new pkmn dlc#don't ask me why my mind made this type of connection bc I don't know either#but it comforts me a lot drawing them as clingy as possible so ✨#I'm making myself sick with all this sweetness#mangywayway
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Johan drawing I now love ✨
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Got some cool stuff at a little antique mall/ stall store and I thought I’d show you guys!! The earrings are so light say btw (I’ll add the artist when I get the card next time I go)
#Per Screams 👻🔪#scream#scream 1996#Per’s special interest ✨#billy loomis#stu macher#what’s your favorite scary movie#sidney prescott#ghostface
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#art#my art#drawing#silly billy sketches#ace attorney#ace attorney fanart#gyakuten saiban#phoenix wright#miles edgeworth#narumitsu#wrightworth#proud lawyers#ready to reform the judicial system together ✨
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i wanna do bad things to you
#if i have fingers#there will be rings on them#diadreaming ✨#billie eilish#oxytocin#happier than ever
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little soldier boy???
I think he'd be small but also have bigger ages? But if you could write about him being a small guy it be much appreciated!
Soldier Baby - Is it Him or the Drugs?
Content warning: not kids’ appropriate media. and has not been censored to be even though it involves sfw age regression.
(if you’ve watched The Boys you have an idea of what to expect from the characters’ vocab and personalities.)
Word count: 3175
Tags/warnings: Regressor Soldier Boy - Ben, Caregiver Billy Butcher, Hughie Campbell, poor hughie’s always bullied, Soldier Boy and Butcher accurate cursing and sexual jokes, general vulgarity, Ben being borderline racist/sexist/homophobic/ OUTDATED THINKING except I didn’t actually wanna make it as bad as he actually can be and I also don’t know how to be, anxiety, mentions of drugs and alcohol, mentions of violence, threats, insults, French fries dipped in frosties, if that’s something that disturbs you idk, my American attempt at writing a British man played by a Kiwi man, first time regressing, confusion, panic, misunderstanding, I don’t know, Ben commenting bad things about The Little Mermaid, Butcher being dumb, Butcher taking charge and being a dad, not beta read. Never beta read. I don’t know who I would be if it was beta read.
Perhaps it was because he had taken too much. Or more likely Butcher gave him something laced since his body filtered out most drugs within minutes and he'd been feeling this way since he’d started yawning a couple hours earlier. His yawns started while watching dumb new century movies, one moment he was bitching to Hughie about how his generation relied too heavily on special effects instead of getting creative (like back in his day) the next he was getting asked when the last time he slept was. As if he was some toddler and not a grown fucking man who can occasionally yawn if he wants to damn it! Hughie might’ve been his “babysitter,” as Butcher titled it, when they were alone but he wasn’t a fuckin child for him to fuss over like some sniveling house wife.
“I’ve stayed awake for over a month before partying, kicking ass, and slinging pussy all while doing my damn job as a hero. Then I was asleep for decades because of Russian scum. This is nothing.” He growled at Hughie, the poor boy shaking like one of those fuckin rat dogs he use to see rich women carrying around at those mind numbing Vought galas. “I am not tired. And you'd be wise to stop assuming I was.”
Although if Hughie hadn't said something about it he probably would've put more thought into it. because… beyond just yawning he was feeling… uncharacteristically spacey, even though he really hadn't been awake long enough to excuse that. He hadn't been here for more than a week, right? Doesn't matter now. He was stubborn and would purposely not give it any more thought because Hughie was a cunt.
...that was until his eighth yawn of the day. It was like he was yawning all the time. He couldn't stop himself and at this point he wasn't even watching the movie let alone making his usual commentary. His mind was just focusing on fighting the yawns and the odd feeling in his mind. He couldn't remember a time he felt so unfocused like this. Even in his most fucked up state at the first Herogasm party he threw, he didnt feel this way.
It had gotten to the point that even Butcher had noticed once he had come back from his food run. However Butcher’s attention on him only fed into Ben’s theory that he’d been slipped something and they were just waiting for him to go down so they could do something to him. Maybe the food he’d brought just had more of whatever supe roofie was inside and they would use it to get a second dose in so they could drag him back to the Russians to be tortured again. Maybe they were working with the evil sons of bitches to turn him into this perfect weapon they wanted and this had all been a ruse to gain his trust.
“The fuck you lookin at?” He snapped out at Butcher but the man only raised his hands in surrender, not even putting up an argument which almost made him feel bad since he… had respect for the guy. He was a badass leader that did–albeit unintentionally–released him from his permanent cyro torture. Even if he was suspicious of him right now… He somewhat owed the man.
Also he was placating him with his favorite things. Drugs, trashy food, his own movies. Only things that would make his time better would be to not be spending it in this shithole hotel unless it was with a woman.
Or a few women.
Aged-like-wine women.
Maybe he was overreacting to this spacey-feeling bullshit.
He probably just needed to do a couple lines to get rid of the yawns and he would be good as new.
“Didn’t say nothin, mate. Calm yer pretty little ticker down.” Butcher responded, glancing down at his chest in warning, reminding them all what would happen if he didn’t get over whatever he was getting so defensive about. “Take some pills, take a nap fer all I care. Whatever keeps this buildin from shambles and our goals within sight.”
The nap line was really all he heard and it was definitely the worst thing to say. The bottle in his hand shattered between his fingers like it was nothing more than a breakaway and Hughie’s face drained of color in time with the beer that dripped down his arm.
Ben stood up his finger pointing at Butcher in a real warning, “Whatever the fuck you think you accomplished–whatever shit you roofied me with–it’s best you undo it right now before I turn your queer side piece into– into…” he couldnt even think of a clever threat. It's like his brain was completely malfunctioning leaving him to just angrily settle for a more embarrassingly simple correction. “Before I fucking kill him.”
The Brit raised his eyebrow as he had to take a second to actually will his mouth to hold back a sarcastic comment about the tongue trip, shockingly actually valuing their lives for once since he was so close to getting Homelander with Soldier Boy in his pocket. “A’right.. hold on now. I ain't got a clue whatcha accusing me of but we ‘aven't done it.” he closed his laptop softly, never taking his eyes off Ben the same way he would never take his eyes off a wild horse. “Why d’ya fink we roofied ya? Beyond the actual roofies yew requested, that is?”
His reaction made Ben second guess his theory again. He never second guessed himself like this. Even when he was wrong. And he sure as shit didn't share his feelings. Feelings were for pussies like Hughie. You didn't have feelings in war or at Vought. Yet…. he felt oddly compelled to answer Butcher’s question honestly and without more threats. He couldn't rationalize this strange compulsion other than maybe it was the way Butcher talked to him or managed to not be afraid of him. Or maybe it was because he was potentially slipped something–he still hadn’t ruled it out!
“I feel… wrong. My head ain't clear but everything I’ve taken should’ve worn off by now.” His hand dipped in the air like a physical indicator of his current lowering confidence and defenses which Butcher–in true Billy Butcher fashion–promptly took a shit on.
“Sounds like someone’s backed up. How boutcha go have a wank in the shower while we plug our ears and pretend we hadn’t noticed yer on edge?” Ben scoffed at the suggestion, his defenses rising back up. Butcher didn't get it. He didnt have blue balls, he had a fucked up head!
“No, you fuckin foreign– guy! ” this was really getting pathetic.. “I-it’s like… like–”
“Like PTSD…?” Hughie nervously piped up from where he was watching, still frozen to the couch. The other two men looked over at him and Ben opened his mouth to shut him down but hesitated. While he was actually kind of glad the little runt was taking him more seriously than Butcher had.. he also didn’t have an answer. He wanted to say no, I've seen shell shock, idiot. I don't have it! He wasn't really sure this time because he really didn't feel normal which was only making him feel more… antsy.
Picking up on his discomfort and hesitation, Butcher turned back towards Ben and watched him for a second, actually deciding to have a good look at him beyond his front of anger. He was tense but his body language was severely lacking its usual arrogant confidence. Like he wasn't comfortable within his own space right now. Once Butcher really looked, even his face, which normally lacked any expression beyond irritation, was practically screaming; I don’t know what’s going on! Someone fix it!
He’d seen that look more times than he could count in his life with his line of work but something about it reminded him more of a little kid than an adult in the middle of a PTSD episode. The look was similar to the one that made him call Hughie “kid” regardless of him being a full adult and insisting on it all the time.
He could see something in Ben right now that activated the part of his brain that had always taken care of Lenny as a kid.
The softer part of him that insisted he help the poor sod’s silent beg for help.
“Oi..kay, kid.” Butcher softened the gruffness in his tone and stood up from his seat at the table, snagging a bag of greasy fries and the frostie he had yet to dig into. “Let's get on then, yeah?” He slung an arm around Ben’s shoulder and led him back to the hotel bed in front of the TV he had long set up shop on.
Although still confused, Ben didn’t stop him. Instead following on autopilot while his mind still reeled with thought until his knees bumped against the mattress.
“No– I'm not tired. I told you I'm not tired–” had he told Butcher that or had he only yelled at Hughie today? “I’m not taking a damn nap–!” christ, he sounded like a whining child! Sleeping wouldn’t kill him for fuck’s sake! If the Russians hadn't figured that out after this many years surely they never would– unless they did. He didn't want to be tortured more– how long would it be before his mind broke for good? Before he died?
“No, y’ain’t so hush and stop yer worrying. Were jus’ gonna sit and eat the food I boughtcha before my money goes ta waste.” Ben looked surprised to have been effectively told to shut up and do what he's told but what he was most shocked about was the fact he didn't immediately get the desire to punch the shit out of him for having the audacity to do so. He just felt… odd. Like there were butterflies tying uncomfortable knots in his stomach. Like… it was almost nice to have a direction to go into so his thoughts would pause.
“Come on. Don’t make me wait. Fries ain’t neva last too long outside the frya.” Butcher pat his lower back, almost like he was a little kid getting encouraged forward and he listened. He crawled up onto the bed and sat in his spot looking at him with big eyes, clearly at a loss with the situation. He felt like he didn't know himself. This was a part of him he’d never experienced and he didn't know what to do, yet Butcher… seemed as at ease as ever. Like he’d dealt with a hundred men with nukes in their chests yelling at him.
Though he knew him longer than Ben did, even all Hughie could do was watch with the same odd mixture of shock and amazement when Butcher sat down beside the supe, tossed the fries between them, then changed the channel. No one had touched the remote since Ben had figured it out just enough to channel surf onto his own films. He had guarded that thing like a kid who found a new toy he didn't want to share.
“I.. was watching that.” Ben struggled to get out in a mumble that had never left his lips before.
“Won't spoil the ending for ya then, just say it ain't worth more than a prostitute that's got the clap.” Butcher casually informed him while he looked through the menu. The hotel, although shitty in every other aspect, actually had a Vought+ subscription, which begrudgingly had a pretty good selection. “Hughie, be a good lad for me an name a tolerable animation that aint Disney.”
“The Little Mer…maid..?” Hughie stuttered out, his brain automatically picking the last Disney movie he’d watched with him, too scared to really absorb the question.
“That’s Disney, Champ. Lookin fer somethin on Vought+”
“Oh. Right. Um..” He racked his brain for a moment trying not to mess this up and get his butt chewed by Soldier Boy later for choosing a movie he would hate sitting through. But the more he thought about everything the grumpy old man complained about when they were alone the less movies he could think of. In fact all he could think of was Ariel. Ariel.. Ariel, save me. Oh wait. “Isn't… isn't there a Disney princess section on Vought+ now?”
“Hn.. There is. Good thinkin.” Butcher cleared his throat a bit as he clicked on the movie then tossed the remote to reach for a fry, not paying attention to the way Ben was currently staring at him like he was an alien. “Redheaded broad it is.”
“Disney.. prin…cess? Like… the films for.. little brats..?” Ben slowly asked out, his voice not really feeling like his own with how insecure and… small it sounded. This all felt like a drug fueled dream. A really weird one, not one of the fun ones. Maybe he’d already fallen asleep and was back in some cyro-coma.
“Mmhm. Hughie likes em. Usually he leans more towards that lil boffin Belle over the glorified sushi princess but–”
“I like Ariel!” Hughie instantly defended but his cheeks went pink as he realized he meant to defend himself in a different way. Like one that might keep his reputation intact or keep himself from being relentlessly bullied by resident tough man, Soldier Boy. “I-I mean–” He gave Butcher an embarrassed, desperate look as he hissed out between his teeth a clear plea. “Butcher..! Come on..!”
Ben’s head swiveled between Hughie and Butcher feeling like he was missing out on something. He felt like that a lot recently since the world was so much different than it was back when he was last in it but this felt like he was out of the loop on something he should know.
“Why… why does Hughie like–” Before he could even finish his question, Butcher had slipped an ice cream dipped fry in his mouth, surprising him further. His reaction time was lacking, he hadn't even seen the man’s hand until it was too late. His senses were dulled. Could only imagine the foul shit his father would say if he saw him now.
“Film’s startin, kid, eat yer food.” Butcher spooned a mouthful of frostie into his own mouth with the grace expected of a grown man whose shirt was stained as much as it was and Ben watched him as he slowly followed instructions and chewed what had been given to him. His gaze flicked over to Hughie still trying to figure out what was going on but all Hughie was telling him was that he’d rather be swallowed alive by the couch than make eye contact with him.
The sound of water splashing alongside loud music on the tv stole his attention away from his less than stellar detective work and he watched for a few seconds as sailors began to sing. His brows furrowed and he turned to Butcher to protest and ask again about why the hell grown men would watch cartoons like this but the moment his mouth opened he was spoon fed some frostie. And while it was more careful than how the Brit had fed himself the action was aggravating. Ben looked at the Brit with an unhappy glare that probably looked more harmless than his usual happy expression if the rest of him looked as pathetic as he felt. But when he was given no attention from it he finally turned away to begrudgingly watch the stupid movie they insisted on making him watch instead of dealing with his problems.
Twenty minutes was all it took for Ben to be fully enraptured, his thought process having melted away with the colorful fish on the screen without his knowledge. Butcher had kept a casual eye on him after he’d realized he was dropping, mildly worried that the loose cannon might start to get anxious again if he broke out of his distraction. It was a little rockier at the start of the movie when he was still incredibly uneasy with the situation and unhappy with having been fed twice without permission; however Butcher was stupid and confident. An that’s what got ‘im this far in life, right?
So sue him if he let himself feel a bit smug as Ben obliviously settled into this new headspace, watching the movie as if it were the most interesting thing he’d ever witnessed. The only time he occasionally turned away from the screen was for the brief moment it would take to be spoon fed another bite being offered. Nothin beat the tried and true combination of an age regression classic an comfort food t’keep someone perfectly satiated in a headspace, eh?
Kid would barely wait to swallow before pointing at the screen to yell something about it because he was trying so hard to listen after having been told “ta swallow ‘is food ‘fore speakin,” but still NEEDED to give his commentary on everything since at his core he was still Ben. He might be acting younger but he was still who he was for better or for worse. And that included movie commentary.
Ben: “That crab is such an ass-munch! I mean look at him! He’s practically makin out with King Trident’s butt.”
Butcher: “His name’s Sebastian, you’ll like him more later on, bud.”
Ben: “I don’t like commies.”
Butcher: “Now why’dja go an call the poor ol bastard that?”
Ben: “He’s red.”
Butcher: “That don’t mean… he’s a crab, mate.”
Ben: “And? Crabs can be commies.”
Hughie: “That’s weirdly the most inclusive thing I’ve heard you say.”
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Ben: “Hell yeah King Trident!”
Hughie: “You can't cheer for him, he just destroyed his daughter’s most prized collection!”
Ben: “Uh yeah. She didn't do what he said so she earned it. And she was probably kissin on that statue like a weirdo. Anyway he looked cool doing it.”
Butcher: “An how’dja know she was doin that?”
Ben: “I dunno.”
Hughie: “Ariel wouldn't kiss a statue!”
Ben: “Shut up, Hughie, you don't know that!”
Hughie: “Yes, I do! I’ve watched this movie more than you!”
Butcher: “Boys.”
Hughie: “Sorry..”
Ben: “Well I’m not sorry.”
Once the junk food was gone, Ben started his yawns again but Butcher counted himself lucky that his anxiety didn't notice them this time since that was the only thing he could guess set him off earlier. That or he just took too much while he was gone and got paranoid. Supe was a nutcase anyhow and Butcher probably trusted him even less than Hughie did.
Near the end of the movie though was when the brick of a man made himself comfortable against Butcher’s side and without making it a big deal, the infamous bloke wrapped his arm around his shoulder to pull him in tight. He was softer than he looked. Maybe that level of comfort he was providing was why Ben’s aggressive commentary died away before he could give a final scathing review and instead slipped asleep the moment the next movie started. But Ben would certainly deny that to anyone that brought it up. Including his own thoughts. He’d rather blame those supe-special roofies he never confirmed.
#fandom age regression#🧸mines🍼#age regression#agere fandom#requests🧸✨#agere the boys#tw the boys#the boys#soldier boy#regressor!soldier boy#regressor!ben#soldier boy ben#caregiver!butcher#billy butcher#william butcher#hughie campbell#if you squint there’s something there with Hughie too#do we need a translation for the Britishness#I’m happy to do one#attempts at British#agere fic#age regression fic#the boys agere#I’ll add a link when/if I add this to AO3#I might write a second one to this so I can getting into more of him being like… taken care of and more regressed longed and stuff
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this is what heather and billy did after their shift at the pool. you cannot convince me otherwise
#heather holloway#billy hargrove#chrissy cunningham#cunningway#its squid does crappy digital art tracing time again#i did one of these for heather and billy before#and heres another one#im really bad at digital art#possibly cause i do it on my phone for shits and giggles#but this was fun#i like doing these#art 🌸✨#trio of besties 🧍♀️🧍♀️🧍♂️#pinterest references 📌
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Its nearing my one year anniversary since I watched ST and started drawing two angsty boys 🥹 and I recently hit 1k followers on here?? WHAT THE HELL! Thank you for enjoying harringrove with me!
Thanks for following along with my art! Met so many cool people and got to geek out with the creators I used to watch on the sidelines! 😭
#insane that its almost been a year#holy fuck#gotta thanks the boys for leveling up my digital art skills#here's to more fanboying 🤞✨#harringrove#billy hargrove#steve harrington#stranger things#huangdraws#fanart#art#artists on tumblr#billy x steve#gotta love that golden hour coloring 😋
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Doctor Who: Season 1, Episode 13 (The Parting of the Ways)
#some quick and lazy bad wolf gifs because ✨rose tyler✨#got too tired to add fancy stuff to the last two sorry#i do not have photoshop can u tell ajdksaldjkas#anyway season 1 ep 13 of nuwho u complete me (and also inflict massive amounts of emotional damage)#doctor who#doctor who spoilers#bad wolf#ninerose#rose tyler#billie piper#doctor who gifs#my gifs#doctor who season 1#doctor who series 9#ninth doctor#chris eccleston#dw#dw spoilers#the doctor
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Some doodles I almost forgot posting before bed.
If Cindy was in Inky Mystery (She looks like a therapist.)
The second one is her old cartoon design from 2 years ago
I had the urge to draw Holly May.
This her in my style ^^
#Goodnight ^^#NSHSDBDHS#inky mystery#the inky mystery#babtqftim#qftim#my oc art#bendy and boris in the inky mystery#cuphead#quest cuphead#quest bendy#holly may#rick mortez#cindy crown#doodlings#artists on tumblr#my doodles#doodles#LISTENING TO BILLIE EILISH AT 12:16 AM 🗣‼️#🎀🌙✨
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/ relationship with depression
#lyric parallels#lorde#Taylor swift#halsey#lil nas x#Olivia rodrigo#imagine dragons#Billie Eilish#the goo goo dolls#Linkin park#queen#song post#long post#web weaving#?#not really but still#anyways!#there is something wrong with me ✨ Psychology ✨#mental illness#depression#implied sh tw#implied self harm#suicide tw#do you see the vision.#leah rambles#spotify web weaving
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“You should wear glasses more often, you know?”
Steve raised an eyebrow, without lifting his head from the book he was reading. He knew if he did that he would be too distracted to continue reading.
"Why on earth would I do that? I don't need them that much and it makes me uncomfortable to wear them" Steve muttered to the boy blissfully lying on his lap. "Because," said Billy, reaching out to better adjust the glasses on the other's nose, attracting his attention, "they look good on you and they suit your face very well. And then" and here Billy smiled broadly "they make you look like one of those sexy professors" concluded the harpy, accompanying it all with a suggestive movement of his eyebrows.
Steve, caught off guard, couldn't resist and burst out laughing when he looked at his boyfriend's face. Steve closed his book once and for all, as he had already given up for a while and given up on reading; he was convinced that he had gotten used to Billy's outings and yet he always managed to surprise him with something new. He wiped the tears from his eyes while Billy continued to look at him all pleased. It looked like the emblem of a big, chubby cat, which was saying something considering which of the two had feline origins.
There was a silence between them, broken only by the soft purring that rose from the young gattu's chest.
Steve's hands were tangled in Billy's hair and he let himself sprawl even more on his boyfriend's legs, so relaxed that he allowed himself to leave one of his wings free so he could stretch it a little.
Billy had let himself go so much that he didn't notice how Steve, after observing his face for a while, decided to remove his glasses and then place them delicately on the harpy's face. Feeling the added weight, Billy opened his eyes, blinking quickly to adjust to the change in view before him. He turned to Steve questioningly, his face slightly distorted by the lenses, but clearly curious as to why Steve's glasses were on his face. The latter shrugged his shoulders, replying "I don't know, I think they suit your face better. Although I don't think the role of teacher is for you"
"Oh, really?" Billy sneered. "In my opinion I could be a great teacher, what do you know," he said, moving his wing animatedly, as if he were illustrating something to an imaginary audience.
Steve rolled his eyes "Yes of course, as if I didn't know you enough. And then we both know that if you were a teacher you would have classrooms full of people who would spend more time looking at you than at the blackboard" the latter grumbled.
Billy was surprised for a moment, a little twinkle in his eye.
"Don't tell me you'd be jealous Stevie"
A light blush appeared on the young cat's face, and he didn't bother to respond, except for a muttered under his breath, you're an idiot, Billy Hargrove.
To his mortification, the harpy had heard it (because of course he had), so much so that he exclaimed "Ah! I may be an idiot, but remember that I am your idiot Steve Harrington, and you can't say anything against it".
Steve looked up at the ceiling, a big smile present on his face.
He would never admit it out loud, but what Billy had said was true and he would never change it for the world.
Okay, gouache defeated me (this time). I started this illustration with gouache, ruined it, and then draw it again and colored it digitally. I will keep practicing with gouache but with smaller subjects, because in this case I really went overboard lol. Also yeah, there it was a book in the original sketch (I'll leave it below) but I didn't like it at the end so I removed it. The illustration was based on this small thing I wrote; as always I tried to pay attention and translated it the best I could (even if there is something I'm still not sure about but eh) but yeah, if you see errors or change of verbs and stuff, just ignore them 🗿 (adding that I'm a big reader, but absolutely not a writer. Still, having them in these comfy settings is like free therapy to me so I'll probably try and do more stuff like this)
Pencil versione below ✨
#art#fanart#werecat steve harrington#steve harrington#harpy billy hargrove#billy hargrove#mythology au#harringrove#it's free serotonin you all#so I'm not stopping ✌🏻✨#mangywayway
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