#I kinda like doin these quick sketches/paintings

[loafies-loft]

A sketch of friends

[droogiesanddiscourse]

HCs: R.P. McMurphy with an Artist S/O

Original Message: @anon “HELLO YOUR MAJESTY MAY I PLEASE REQUEST H/C’S FOR R.P MCMURPHY WITH A ARTIST S/O?❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️”

A/N: HELP!!! WE’RE WRITING FOR R.P. MCMURPHY NOW AAA!!!! I am so so so so SO excited to get into this, I love this man so much I believe in Jack Nicholson supremacy. I love u bby thanks for the request! No warnings! Have fun! 

• This man is the biggest, most lovable goof out there. I don’t think he has a serious bone in his body. He’s always got new tricks up his sleeves to keep you on your toes, and you never know what to expect with your relationship with Mac.

• Of course he knew you were an artist even before you started dating. But he never really got to see much of your work, or your work process in general. And that’s okay, he respects your privacy. 

• Kinda. 

• Okay, not really, he wants to see what’s in that sketchbook one way or another. 

• “Whatcha’ doin’ there, baby?” He’ll sneak up behind you, catching you off guard as you try to frantically hide the sketches you made of Mac. Always being too quick for you, he snatches your sketchbook up, dangling it above your head out of reach. 

• “Aw my baby’s an artist!! Don’t be shy, don’t be shy! Let me see what you’re up to, okay?” He holds it above your reach again as you frantically jump up, trying to take it back. He can’t help but smile at this, you were just so cute when you get flustered. 

• Much to your dismay, he opens up your sketchbook and flips through the pages, shocked when he finds multiple sketches of him. His face drops in surprise, finding page after page of just nothing but him in various poses - sitting on the couch, his face in his hands, smoking a cigarette. For the first time, Mac is actually rendered speechless. He couldn’t believe someone would actually care about him enough to actually draw him. 

• “Look at that! That’s me, isn’t it?” Mac points, You nod your head, happy he likes your art and didn’t find it weird or anything. He gives you a smile back, matching your energy. “Wow, and after all this time you were hiding this from me??”

• Mac will hold the book up to his face, trying to match the pose you drew him in. He’ll point at the sketch, then back at his face, then at the sketch, then back at his face. “Ya, see that? Like lookin’ in a mirror!” This makes you both laugh. 

• He’ll lowly whistle in appreciation as he thumbs through the rest of your sketchbook. “You don’t gotta hide this from me anymore, hear me? I think these are absolutely fantastic, and I mean it.” He looks up at you, “I really wanna see what you create next, okay? Keep me in the loop.” 

• And with that, he gently tosses your sketchbook back down onto your desk and walks away, whistling a tune to himself like nothing just happened. He always enters any room in a whirlwind, and exits casually, leaving you a bit confused. He’s got a big personality. 

• He loves holding on to the little doodles you make, but he’s kinda a whole mess and will be like “Oh this...yeah this is some of your best work! I really love this one, mind if I keep it?” and then he shoved it in his pocket like an DUMMY. But he doesn’t do this with like, any malicious intent or anything he just wants to carry them everywhere he goes but like. He crumples them haha. But that’s how he shows his extremely chaotic affection and he NEVER loses any of them. He isn’t organized in the slightest, but he has his own ways. 

• He can’t draw. At all. I mean I’m not sure if this man knows how to hold a pencil properly. And that's okay! Because sometimes he’ll just like to sit with you and steal your pretty colored pencils / markers / pastels / paints and make some of his own “art.” Eventually you just buy him his own sketchbook so he can sit next to you and doodle with you. 

• Sometimes you gotta remind him to not waste paint though, because this man will just put giant GLOBS of paint on the canvas you give him, and he’ll get it all over the place too. But he’ll claim it’s apart of his ~artistic process~ and you ~can’t rush perfection~

• “Hey, c’mon! It’s ART, don’t you see? Hold on, get a better look at it.” He’ll hold it up in front of your face, nothing but a chaotic mix of colors and textures. “It’s very deep, I guess you just don’t understand, everybody’s a critic...” he’ll mouth off in a sarcastically sassy manner, barely being able to contain the smirk coiling on his lips. 

• PAINT NIGHTS??? Yes absolutely yes. Mac seems like the type of guy to want to watch a painting tutorial on VHS or something and have the two of you follow along, step-by-step. Bonus points if you get a little tipsy beforehand too, that just adds to the silliness and fun of it all. 

• Mac is just really honored to have such a talented and amazing s/o like you :’) 

[atlafan]

Jordan I have an idea... what if college Harry wants y/n to be his model so he can practice his nude drawing or painting?!? 😉😘😘 and maybe they get caught?!?

a/n: okay, okay, okay, I got inspired by something else so I’m tweaking this a bit, but let’s goooooo. This just ended up being a quick fluff, I’ll put smut in the next blurb! 

Lock the Door - Blurb One - Harry Ran Out  of Canvas

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Harry groans while he searches under his bed. 

Y/N had her headphones and was studying on her own bed. She pauses her music when she notices his clear frustration. 

“What’s wrong, Harry?”

“I’m all out of canvas, and I’m supposed to paint something for class tomorrow...it’s late and all of the stores are closed. Shit, how did I not notice? Now I’m gonna have to go down to the fucking studio and it’s freezing out, and-”

“Slow down, what do you need to paint? Couldn’t you just use paper?”

“No, that’ll just get messy.” He sighs. “Fuck, I don’t have time for this!” He looks at you and squints. 

“What?”

“Take your shirt off.”

“Harry.” She scoffs. “I don’t think now’s the time to-”

“No, I didn’t mean it like that. I have to paint this scene of like a field or some shit. I can throw some tarp on the floor and you can lay down on it. Let me paint your back. Then I can just take a picture of it and show my professor. I’m sure she’ll be fine with it, she’ll admire the creativity or some shit.”

“Why did you wait to do this until the last minute?” She asks, already taking her shirt off. Harry blushes and clears his throat. 

“Because I’m an idiot, okay?” 

Harry lays a tarp on the floor and gets his paints out. He gently sits on Y/N’s bottom while he begins to make strokes with the brushes. She shivers underneath him. 

“Sorry...paint’s a little cold.” 

“Just a little.” She giggles. “Feels kinda nice though...” 

“Shh, if you talk you could move and mess it up. Just relax, alright?” 

“Mhm.” 

“Thanks for doin’ this, I owe you.” He leans down quick to kiss her cheek. 

“I think I know how you can make it up to me later.” She turns to look up at him, and he shoves her face back down, making them both laugh. 

Harry dips his brush in a new color and continues making gentle, yet precise strokes on her back. 

//

Liv and Chris were hanging out in the living area doing some homework. Liv’s stomach growls. 

“Was that you?” He laughs.

“Think so. I’m starving, I didn’t eat much today.”

“Not many places are open right now, but I bet we could order a pizza from Keith’s.”

“Oh! Good idea, baby. I think Y/N and Harry are still up, let me just ask them if they want in before we order anything.”

“Sounds good. They’ve been spending a lot of time together, huh?”

“Yeah, they’ve gotten really close. I guess they cuddle platonically sometimes.” 

“Aw, that’s cute.” 

Liv goes up, and then up again to the few steps that lead to Harry and Y/N’s room. Their door was open, so she goes right up. 

“Hey guys, Chris and I are gonna order a pizza, do you want...” She stops short when she sees the scene in front of her. “Uhhhhhh...”

“I ran out of canvas.” Harry says bluntly. “This was the next best thing.” 

“Okay.”  She swallows hard.

“Pizza would be great, Liv. I’m actually pretty hungry.” Y/N says.

“Oi, I said no talkin’, I’m almost done.” He scolds her and looks at Liv. “Yeah, order some pizza. I’ll give you some money later.”

“Alright...I’ll just go do that...” Liv practically sprints back down to Chris. “Oh my god.”

“What? Do they not want pizza?”

“No they do.”

“Cool, I’ll order online. Their delivery is faster that way.” 

“I think something more is going on between them.”

“What do you mean?” 

“Y/N was laying on the floor topless, while Harry was sitting on her painting on her back. He said he ran out of canvas or something, so maybe it’s for a class, but isn’t that a little weird to do with someone?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugs. “I mean they’ve clearly gotten close and comfortable with each other. Maybe it’s no big deal.”

“Either way it wouldn’t be a big deal. I mean, say they were hooking up or something, I don’t think you or I would care. I don’t want them to think they need to sneak around.” 

“Well, if something more is happening, maybe they’re just trying to figure it out before they start telling a bunch of people. You and I probably aren’t a factor in all that, Liv.”

//

“Done! Okay, let me just take a few pictures.”

Harry gets off of Y/N to grab his phone. He snaps a few shots, close enough that one couldn’t really tell whose back it was he painted on. He crouches down next to her.

“Look, it came out pretty cool.” She smiles at the photos and then at him.

“It’s a shame to wash it all off.”

“It’s okay. My professor will either accept this or have me paint it again on canvas.”

“Will you paint it either way? It’s really pretty.”

“Sure, when I have a little bit of time I could try to recreate it. Gimme your hands, I’ll help you up.” 

Once Y/N is on her feet she looks over her shoulder in the mirror.

“This is really cool, Harry.”

“Thanks.” He blushes. “You know...” He circles around her. “For one of my finals we have to sketch a live nude, and I could use some practice.”

“Oh no, no way. This was plenty.” She crosses her arms over her chest.

“I wouldn’t draw your face, come on, it would really help me out.”

“Mhm, and how come I always seem to be helping you out. What do I get in return?”

“Multiple orgasms.” He smirks.

“Oh, right.” She giggles. “I’ll think about it, okay?”

“Fair enough. Come on, grab a bathing suit or somethin’, and I’ll you rinse all this off. S’not good to have that on your skin for very long.”

“I can just shower alone.”

“But you might not get it all off.” 

“You can’t fuck me in the shower with them home, Harry.”

“Not where my head was at, but I like that that’s where yours went.” He smiles.

She rolls her eyes and grabs a bathing suit top from her dresser, and a bottom. Harry watches as she wiggles into the swim shorts and they both head downstairs. 

“Do you guys wanna see what Harry did to my back before he washes it off?” Y/N asks Liv and Chris brightly. 

She turns around and they both gasp.

“That’s so cool!” Liv says. “The detail you were still able to get is awesome.”

“Yeah, you’re really talented.” Chris says. 

“Okay, okay.” He blushes. “When’s the pizza gettin’ here?”

“Should be any minute.” Chris says.

He nods and leads you into the bathroom. Liv and Chris can hear them giggling while Harry washes the paint off. Later on they all settle in with the pizza. 

“How was the free skate the other night?” Chris asks, making Harry almost choke on his pizza. “Liv and I were thinking of going this Saturday, was it worth it?”

“Yeah! We had a lot of fun. It wasn’t too crowded, and they played music.”

“And Y/N fell on her arse a few times, which was pretty funny.” Harry says and she nudges him. “I would definitely recommend going.” 

“Maybe the four of us could go.” Liv says.

“Definitely, that would be a lot of fun.” Y/N says.

//

“Y/N, Y/N!” Harry barrels up the stairs to their room. 

She was laying on her stomach on her bed, doing some reading for class, legs bent and feet swaying to her music. 

“Y/N!” 

“Jesus!” She takes her earbuds out and sits up. “You scared me, what is it?”

“I got an A on my painting, the one you helped me with. My professor wasn’t even mad that she didn’t have a physical piece. She said it was very resourceful or some shit. Either way, I got an A.” He hugs her and kisses her a few times.

“I’m so happy for you!” She giggles. “We should celebrate.”

“I agree.”

“Go lock the door.” 

[petitetiddiez]

Just uploading a few things I”ve been stockpiling ♥

Details under the cut

1 is a MASSIVE sketchdump that hopefully looks okay, so here’s all the explanations:

1. Nadine and Manchu! They're in a long distance relationship, so of course they skype... Manchu's crocheting some crappy scarf that ends up square because he forgets how long it takes to make a scarf, and Nadine's just like 'Oh my god he's so talented and cute I'm gonna die'. ROMANCE. 2. This was gonna be Trinnity and Otto, but like... He's too small... So it's an Otto IMPOSTOR clearly 3. Some Jane and Tobias schtuff. Nerd foreplay. 4. MORE Jane and Tobias stuff. Tobias showing off his mad skills that he totally has. 5. A pinup of one of my beloved DeathKissuFu's ocs! 6. Laine in a... Yukata I believe? I drew this ages ago and kinda forgot tbh. She's a pretty huge internet personality who's invested in several business ventures, so of course she travels the world! 7. Deressa, the love of my FUCKING LIFE. FuneralCrasher's oc, ofc. I could never design anyone so cute. So pure. So wonderful. 8. Creative-Horizons' oc, Rose 9. Another pinup of DeathKissuFu's oc... They're all just so cute I can't resist 10. A quick (unfinished ofc) sketch of my girlfriend ♥ 11. Manda sporting Twitter's favorite lesbian fashion look--DAD SHIRT unbuttoned as far as possible, tucked into capris 12. Gwortney... Doin sum 👀 13. Nadine getting ready for her wedding (to Manchu ofc)!! I actually plan on finishing this sketch at some point, adding more bridesmaids and such. But like. Nadine has... no... friends......... so. It's hard to do LMAO. 14. www.youtube.com/watch?v=coSvqh… Hei-Ran doesn't like it when you interrupt her kung fu exercise 15. Jane doin a paint! I've had this sketch for AGES and couldn't think of a cute thing for her to be painting, so I decided she's painting this sketch dump??

Second picture - My oc, Nia, is CRAZY into ballet and I”ve been dying to draw her in a few poses, so Swan Lake

Third picture - Hei-Ran, an existing oc, with her brother, Jay. I’m not 100% sure of his design yet, but I kinda like it

[winchester-with-wings]

Falling For You (Peter Parker x Reader)

Summary: Your clumsiness leads to the reveal of one or two of Peter’s secrets.

prompts by @book-loving--anime-chick : “You have...superpowers?” “Isn’t this amazing?” “You owe me.” <<totally forgot to put this in my bad

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1200ish

A/N: hope this is alright...life is crazy...I’m tryin ya’ll :( I’m sorry

I’ll add tags later in a reblog.

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Peter had saved you from your clumsy self more times than you could count. Falling down stairs. Walking into doors. Tripping on carpet. Oh! And one time from falling off the subway platform and onto the train tracks. That one had been the scariest one. So far.

You’d bumped into someone and slipped on the edge of the platform. All you could do was gasp as you fell backwards. But with lightning fast reflexes, Peter reached out for your hand. Not only did he pull back onto the platform and into the crowd of people but you were also cocooned in his arms until you caught your breath. Your hands were pressed against his chest and he was holding you, safe and secure.

“I’ve got you,” he panted, sounding more startled than out of breath. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” You had then looked up into his face, at those furrowed brows and lovely brown eyes. “Good thing I’ve got my own personal superhero for a best friend,” you grinned.

“Try not to make this a habit, eh?” Peter joked, releasing you from his surprisingly strong hold.

But habits are hard to break. Especially when they’re on accident.

You’re on the rooftop of Peter’s apartment building. It’s your favorite place to sit and sketch the skyline. Peter doesn’t even know you’re on the roof until he notices the window ajar and your hoodie on his bed.

Peter climbs up the building using the fire escape; the weather is perfect and the sun won’t be setting for a couple more minutes so there’s plenty of people walking on the street below. He finds you sketching in your favorite spot with an old, comfy but dirty blanket underneath you.

“Hey, Y/N, w-whaddaya doin up here? I didn’t know you were coming over,” he starts. You don’t even look up from your sketchbook.

“Yeah, May let me in. I just want to get some quick sketches in. I was thinking of trying a new paint medium this weekend so…” you trail off. You look up at Peter when you realize he’s just standing there, awkward and quiet. It’s not actually unusual, but you know when to speak up. “Is there a problem? Was I not allowed to drop by unannounced?” you smirk. It’s never been a problem before.

“W-hat? Ha, haha, n-no not at all. I love it when you come over...it’s just that um…I have my Stark Internship tonight so I can’t really hang out with you,” he explains and you frown.

“Oh yeah. I’m sorry Pete. You’ve been so busy with that thing...I should’ve known. I’ll get out of your hair.” You start to pack up your pens and pencils, leaving the blanket behind as you always do.

“Don’t worry about it. I mean...technically you could stay if you want. It’s not like it’s my rooftop. I can’t exactly forbid you.” You walk past Peter and head towards the fire escape. The door to the roof is usually locked.

“It’s all good, Peter.” You turn around to face Peter for a moment, still taking a few steps backwards. “Can we maybe go grab a bite to eat before your internship though?”

“Yeah! Absolutely, no problem.” Just as Peter is smiling and looking up to address you...you trip.

Classic.

Except this time you’re too close to the edge of the building and there’s nothing to reach out for. Your pencil bag goes over the edge first as you gasp and prepare to scream.

“Y/N!” Peter calls out to you in alarm. You fall, but only for a second before a something sticky grabs your hand. Like a bungee cord, you bounce back up the side of the building and are suddenly in Peter’s arms. Except Peter isn’t on the rooftop anymore either. He’s on the side of the building. Sticking to it...like…

You finally register that the sticky substance on your hand is webbing.

“Oh my god,” you mutter as Peter climbs up the side of the building with the ease of...well...Spider-man. He lifts you over the edge and back onto the roof. No one on the street below is any wiser to the fact that you were almost splattered on the pavement. “You...have superpowers.”

“Um, yeah kinda...I mean yes, definitely.” Peter sets you down on the blanket, far away from the edge. He sighs with relief. “That’s what I use them for, I mean.”

“So...um...you’re Spider-man?” You take a wild guess without looking at Peter. You can always tell when he’s lying. By not looking at him, you’re allowing him the opportunity to lie. You’d understand if he did but you hope he doesn’t.

“...Maybe…” he mumbles. You keep your cool of course, because if you were Ned, you’d be freaking out. He’s excitable like that.

“Does Ned know?”

“Not yet.” You finally look at Peter and see the guilt on his face. He doesn’t like keeping secrets and in the past, he’s usually terrible at keeping them but this has changed everything.

“That’s what the stark internship is, huh?” You’re starting to get comfortable and brave enough to ask a few of the things racing through your head.

“...Um...yes...” Peter grins when he notices you’re not mad.

“Ok uh so...this is awesome!” You jump to your feet, pulling Peter with you and shaking his shoulders. “My best friend is Spider-man!”

“Shhhh!” Peter puts a finger to your lips and you freeze. “Not even Aunt May knows,” he confesses.

“Sorry. It’s just...it’s amazing, isn’t it? I mean...Peter...you saved my life…again,” you add that on at the last second, giving him his due for every time he’s looking out for you. “Isn’t this amazing?”

“Duh! Of course it is!” Peter beams at you. “I’m actually really glad you know now. It’s hard to keep secrets from you,” he admits. He takes ahold of your arm by your elbow and escorts you back towards the fire escape.

“Oh really?” you chuckle. “So...what other secrets do you have?” You’ve always enjoyed teasing your friend but never like this. Your body is close to his--for your safety of course but still--and you’re chewing on your lip while making eye contact with Peter. You’re usually terrible at flirting but perhaps another near-death experience has made you brave enough that your flirtatious stance comes naturally.

“Um…” Peter’s mouth is hanging open. It his clueless look which you see on him all the time. You love it. He closes it and swallows like his mouth is dry. He breaks your eye contact and looks down at your lips. You’re hoping he’s about to lean in and kiss you.

He flips...sideways...off the building and onto the fire escape with no regard for his safety. You flinch and freak out for maybe a second but Peter is suddenly giggling and breathless.

“How about we go to dinner first?” Peter repeats your earlier offer. “Maybe I’ll tell you then?” He extends a hand to you so that he can help you onto the fire escape and down to his apartment. You realize now that you’re holding your best friend’s hand and that you, in fact, have held it on several occasions when he’s coming to your rescue.

You’ve always been falling for him. When will you finally have the nerve to say it out loud?

[crimsonlark]

Forgotten Talents

Summary:  A small one shot about Ross rediscovering his love of drawing. Just wanted to write something fluffy for a change :) Warnings:  swearing Words: 1932

AO3 link: Here

“Hey Trott, could you get me some pencils on your next trip out?” Ross had their only wireless controller in hand, playing a new game Smith had nicked for him. His seaglass tail was loosely wrapped around Trott's waist, twitching absentmindedly as he played.

“For writing?” Trott looked up from his laptop for a moment, pushing his glasses up and rubbing his tired eyes.

“Ah, no… well… I wanted to start drawing?” Ross said in a slightly embarrassed tone. His humanlike skin was betrayed by a bluish blush that spread across his cheeks.

Trott smiled at the sheepish gargoyle and leaned over to give him a peck on the cheek, “Sure, sunshine. Did you need a sketchbook?”

“Oh, no… I um… found one in a box we never unpacked and figured I could use it? Unless it's yours….” Ross had turned his attention back to the game, the blush still dusting his pale face.

“You can use it, I bought it forever ago and never did. You like to draw? I didn’t know that,” Trott tugged on the hem of his oversized sweater and adjusted Ross’ tail on his lap so it didn't snag.

“Just a little… I used to steal bits of leftover charcoal and parchment from artists who would come in to sketch the paintings in my church and just kinda copy what they did.”

Ross remembered being enraptured by the young and old artists coming in and having the skill to reproduce the beautiful works that decorated his old home. He practiced and got better, favoring drawing the artists themselves over the paintings which were static with the same expressions.

Humans were so fascinating, always changing and malleable. As a being of stone, it was a concept that took him a long time to understand. He learned a delicate touch from drawing after crushing his charcoal too roughly and ripping paper several times. It was difficult with his claws but after a few decades he became very precise and gentle.

When Smith burned his church down he cursed himself for not saving his stack of drawings. He was so caught up in the kelpie’s promise of freedom that it slipped his mind entirely. He mourned the loss once everything settled and decided to leave his solitary hobby behind for his new life of companionship.

Recently he had observed some students doing studies in the park and it rekindled his desire to create. He was a little embarrassed but knew Trott wouldn't tease him about something dear to him. Smith never really meant to be malicious but could be an insufferable teaser sometimes.

Trott leaned over to give him one more kiss on the cheek and broke him out his reverie, “I'll grab some next time I head out.”

“Thanks, Trott. Goddammit, can you look up the solution to this one?” He switched back to his usual joking tone and Trott laughed, watching him shake the controller in frustration.

-------

The clouds had finally cleared and left so Ross took the opportunity to climb up to the roof to draw. He didn't want anyone breathing down his neck as he tried to get back into the swing of it.

He had brought up various things from the apartment and laid them on the shitty plastic table he had on the roof. A bowl of fruit, that only he usually ate, was his first target. After adjusting the fruit for a minute he decided it was good enough and sat on the dangerously creaky lawn chair with his sketchpad in his lap.

He drew for a while, eventually switching out the subject with flowers he had picked from the nearby park. He was intensely focused, tail swishing behind slowly.

He was frustrated that it was so hard, he used to be so good and now it seemed like he was back to square one after not practicing for so long. Annoyed, he crumpled up a page that was just looking terrible and did some deep breathing. ‘You just need to practice more’, he could almost hear Trott advising him. He sassed back the Trott voice in his head, laughing at himself and tried again, a little more relaxed.

Smith had been watching him stealthily for a while now, surprised he hadn't been noticed. Ross was usually very aware of his surroundings. Trott mentioned he was drawing and warned him to not bother him but when had he ever listened?

“Whatcha doin?” Smith asked, getting bored of just watching from the fire escape.

Ross jumped a little, being pulled out of his sort of trance, “What? Oh, just, uh, drawing,”

“Can I see?” Smith sauntered over and draped his arms around Ross from behind, making the chair squeak more under their weight.

“I guess … just don't make fun of me, you prick,” Ross huffed, annoyed that Smith was up here, probably to bother him.

“Oy, I'm always polite, I'll have you know. Woah, you're good! Better than I am definitely, haha,” Smith stood up and moved around to his side as Ross flicked through the couple of drawings he had done the past few days.

“Could I model for you?” Smith flashed a smile at Ross who rolled his eyes.

“I doubt you could sit still long enough.”

“I totally can, look!” Smith grabbed the other molded plastic chair and sat in it, doing a cheesy pose with his hands under his chin.

“Well, I am pretty bored of drawing fruit and shit… Fine…” Ross said in mock defeat, “But don't move until I'm done with my sketch, please.”

“Aye aye, captain,” Smith pulled a dumb face and saluted him, receiving another eyeroll. He laughed heartily and then struck a pose, one arm flexed with a smirk on his face.

“Good, stay,” Ross did quick gesture drawings, telling him to move after a few minutes each. He told him how to pose a few times but mostly Smith was pretty good at keeping it exciting.

After a little less than an hour of this Ross said he was done.  “Well, lemme see, then,” Smith demanded playfully.

Ross turned the sketchbook over to him and Smith flicked through, smile on his face.

“Not bad, you made me look really sexy in this one,” He grinned and winked before tossing the sketchbook back to him.

“Thank you Smith,” Ross had packed up his supplies and pulled him into a kiss, “Mostly for not making fun of me.”

“Hey, I'm not that much of a dick…” Ross pulled a face, “Most of the time…. Okay whatever, maybe I am a dick a lot of the time but I think it's really cool that you draw, I'm definitely not good at it. It's fascinating.” Smith stretched and yawned, complaining that he was hungry.

Ross smiled and hugged Smith tight, knowing that of all the decisions he had made, he was most glad for going with Smith that day and choosing to not be alone anymore.

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“Like this?” Trott was reclined on their couch, fully nude. He was humoring Ross who was still really eager to draw since he had brought him pencils. At first he declined, he wasn't like Smith or Ross who frequently hung around stark naked without any fear.

He wasn't ashamed of his body but not extremely comfortable being so exposed. It made him feel vulnerable and he didn't like it. Only the praise and reassurance from his favorite gargoyle had made him relax enough to agree and try something new.

“Holy shit, Trott… you are so fucking gorgeous,” Ross breathed, his eyes tracing the delicate lines of his collarbone and the hint of muscle in his relaxed arms.

“Yeah, sure, says the literal piece of art,” Trott scoffed back without any real heat. He held his pose comfortably and watched Ross as he drew him. Ross’ tongue would poke out and wet his lips now and then as he occasionally muttered to himself. A small crease formed between his eyebrows, it was so endearing that there was no way Trott could’ve said no.

“Now be sure to draw my dick actual size, you know huge,” Trott gestured down at his crotch jokingly.

“Hey, don't move! I'll accurately represent your tiny dick, Trott, don't worry,” He laughed and waved absentmindedly at him.

Trott's stomach jumped with laughter as he tried to reposition his limbs how they were. He held the pose for another twenty minutes until Ross said he was done.

“Damn, Ross, it looks just like me…” Trott said amazed after he went to get a look. He had tried painting before but it was really hard and he gave up quickly when it wasn't perfect.

“Would you like some tea?” Ross smiled sheepishly, he didn't want Trott to make a big deal over his drawing.

“Yeah, thank you. Seriously, you're amazing, love. Why’d you stop drawing?” Trott asked as he slipped some boxers on and followed Ross into the kitchen.

Ross shrugged as he clattered around, getting the kettle on, “I dunno… when Smith brought me back here I lost all sense of my older self for a while. I was a whole new person with you all. Thinking about drawing brought back how lonely I felt in that church and I really didn’t want to think of those days.”

“Oh sunshine…” Trott wrapped his arms around Ross’ middle from behind and kissed his shoulder where he could reach. “Goddamn you tall bastards.” He grumbled and Ross laughed.

Ross turned in his embrace and leaned back against the counter, slumping down until they were the same height, “Better?”

“Oh shut up,” Trott rolled his eyes before kissing him. He ran his hands through his short dark hair, trying to put all his love for the man into the kiss. They all were terrible about sharing feelings and Trott cursed himself that he didn’t tell Ross more that they loved him and wanted him. He was such a delicate thing in a tough exterior, stone cold and unyielding when they first met. Now more than ever he looked human and just as vulnerable as Trott had felt when he first left the kingdom under the sea.

They broke apart and he looked intently into his eyes. A swirl of magic could be seen in those ocean water eyes if you knew what to look for. Trott lifted his hand up and stroked his bottom lip before resting it on the side of his face. One last tender kiss and the teapot interrupted them. They sighed and ended their embrace, fingers laced together as Ross deftly prepared their tea with one hand.

They returned to the couch and snuggled close, slowly drinking as the it cooled off.

“Ross, I know we all don’t say it enough but… I love you, Smith loves you. Hell, Sips is hopelessly in love with you. I just want you to know that you’ll always be ours and we’ll be yours. You don’t have to ever be alone again,” Trott’s eyes were a little misty but he hid it by quickly taking another sip of tea.

“I know. I love you all too. That’s why I decided I could draw again, I’m not attached to my past anymore and I want to share all I have with you,” Ross smiled, a small tear welling in his eye and breaking only to have Trott catch it with a soft hand.

“No crying in your tea, it’ll ruin the taste,” Trott laughed gently.

Ross just snorted and lied his head on Trott’s shoulder as they both enjoyed the quiet apartment.