#I remember drawing these at 3am

[yams-here]

#TheBirdAndTheBeeStrikeAgain

part 15

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[pawubits]

ok guys dont freak out but. grian fanart.

I DID SAY THIS WAS AN MCYT BLOG,,,OKAY,,

(btw this is fanart for a fic called "Healing Is a Four Letter Word" made by Hypno_cat over on ao3!)

[birrdify]

3 i respectfully need you to explode in a million pieces

[dailyloopdeloop]

DAY 105(128): mspaint again tonite queen? 👀

[nocterre]

don’t like.........don’t read!

[theokusgallery]

Hello hi ! Class doodles of what I imagine Gerry and Michael specifically from @thelibrarybat's Break Me Like A Pattern look like ! Pre-everything Michael, post-fic Gerry (it's not a small change, mind you, but there's a bit about him doing his best to hide his brain surgery scar, so I like to imagine he wears a black beanie.)

[redstringraven]

part two for @joyfuladorable's @tmnt4p request!

they asked for mikey and aloy just hanging out, maybe playing video games, something silly and cute, and i decided to do one in aloy's world and one in mikey's world!

haven't done a "full interior" piece in a while, apologies if it's a little rusty, but iouhg it was fun and good practice! >:J casually slaps a bunch of my own media in mikey's room. it's always wild how hard it is to fill a space with ... STUFF.

\e-e/ thank you again, sea~! 💜🖤 you're amazing!!

[woodenfawn]

what a romantic outing, i suppose. it's just me, my contracted human companion, the girl he's fallen in love with, and her father

[catamations]

this is what happened in pokemon scarlet and violet right

[n-o-eyes]

yeah so this post

i should share my early stuff too bc its fucking embarrassing

looking at my current stuff, my art changed a bit

i still have a lot to learn. im still nowhere near where i want to be. but looking back at where i started, its been a hell of a journey. much love and my eternal thanks to the sweet people in this fandom, my dear friends that i look up to, who were nice to me when my art was still scribbles on paper

for everyone starting out, keep going. you might not be where you want to be yet but itll happen eventually. keep doing what you love

[antoncrane]

Not an early morning bird, no longer a true night owl b/c of work, but actually a secret third thing (a disaster pigeon.)

[uncannyalien]

RF Leo is not particularly a fan of this fashion statement, but he'll allow it if it meets his individual standards

Remember Forever Masterpost

RF Leo reference

Drawing reference below the cut

[no-naem]

Attempting to draw a pretty cure character. Have gone through multiple sketches. I WILL get this right.

Okay but I really gotta watch one of the pretty cure series one day they look fun and the series seems like something I'd like.

[thethingything]

I need to sleep but I just pieced together the fact that I hold a bunch of our really severe medical trauma for some reason (I've known this for a while but never fully registered it) and that probably explains why the thought of going back to the hospital on Friday has been giving me some of the worst panic attacks I've had in the entire time I've been in the system

[aerbunny]

the funny thing abt being gay is tht ull have a special interest for roughly a decade of ur life in a short series tht began in 2003 + adaption of it ceased in 2013 so finding an incredibly specific artwork u want to use as a reference for ur sketchbook sheet of one of the characters by the concept artist is going to take u 30 mins bc u cant remember the website for the digital portfolio of this random person who worked on the novels character designs bc u dont have the artbook

[jiveyuncle]

Keith cringes at the hiss of the bedroom door sliding open and the unforgiving hall light racing in to fill the darkness. Still, Lance doesn't stir from where he lays sprawled out across the mattress, hair mussed in the pillow and foot hanging off the edge. Keith feels a twinge of guilt at encroaching on his space as he slides his jacket off to hang on the coat rack next to Lance's.

It's not that Keith isn't welcome here - he knows he is. This little back and forth pattern of theirs has been going on long enough that these motions should be as easy as sliding into his own bed, but it's not. Instead, it makes his heart ache just that little bit more, makes the pit of his stomach open up to swallow his insides and leave him feeling empty even as Lance pushes into his space each time to fill it. Because the problem is Lance is comfortable with Keith. He's comfortable with Keith because he is comfortable with everyone. It's who Lance is. Inviting. Open. Caring. He gives himself freely. And after the first few times of bumping into each other wandering the ship in the middle of the night in hopes of exhausting themselves into sleep, then actually falling asleep on the common room couch next to each other only to wake up with achy necks, Lance started boldly dragging Keith to bed and holding him in place to prevent him from wandering until morning.

“There's no way I'm letting you in bed with your shoes on.” Lance mumbles. A precautionary hand appears from under the sheets and flops down over the blanket to ward off any attempts to climb under them.

Keith lets out a huff of air that's just light enough to be considered a laugh. “I was going to kick them off.”

“No, no. We're civilized. Put them away.” The hand guarding the covers lifts and shoos him towards the wardrobe before dropping lazily.

“I wake up before you. You won't even see them.” Keith argues even as he crosses the room to oblige. The cabinet to the wardrobe cries out in protest as he opens it, and Keith winces, yet again, at any sound that disturbs the peaceful quiet. He makes a mental note to bug Hunk for some oil to grease the noisy hinges. If he's going to start putting his shoes in here, it's going to need to be quieter.

“I tripped over them when I got up to piss last time.”

Keith smiles to himself as he slinks back over, Lance already peeling the sheets back to invite him in. Keith slides down into the space to lie on his back and has to fight the urge to swallow hard when Lance's arm lowers down with the covers over his chest and never draws back away. “You're awake?” he says instead.

Lance hums quietly. “Brain won't shut off. The usual stuff. I was actually thinking about heading your way before you showed up.” Lance peeks an eye open, squinting through the exhaustion in the dim light. “You came in day clothes.”

“Walked a couple laps around the ship first. Didn’t know I was coming over.”

Lance lifts his chin in the hint of a nod before letting his eye fall back shut. “Glad I waited, then.” His fingers tug lightly near the collar of Keith's shirt, fiddling with the fabric in the mindless way he does with anything he can get his hands on - sometimes it's a leaf plucked from foliage as they trek through forested pathways, sometimes it's a pen spinning endlessly between his fingers during long diplomatic negotiations, sometimes it's a spoon that never settles back on his plate even an hour after he's taken his last bite and the conversation is flowing, and other times it's Keith’s shirt or hair or fingers at 3am when neither of them can sleep and whatever tension that is sustained in the daylight slips away.

And, as always, it sends a mixture of unwanted hope and desire through Keith's veins that quickly burns away to leave guilt in its destructive wake.

This habit. This closeness.

It means something different to each of them, and it's getting harder and harder for Keith's heart to remember that.

Keith reaches up to still the moving fingers on his chest, but Lance's unquestioning thumb seamlessly, innocently, agonizingly slips up along the side of his hand to trace over his knuckles instead.

Keith controls his next exhale and tries to ignore the gentle movement, but his mind can’t help supplying a word with each tender pass of a thumb: maybe.

Maybe.

Maybe there’s a chance. Maybe these things don't mean something quite so different to Lance. Maybe, if Keith offers a hand, then warm fingers will be there to take it.

Maybe.

He doesn't move again until Lance's breaths deepen and the soft brushes eventually slow to a stop.

When Keith rises in the morning, he bypasses the squeaky wardrobe, tugs on his jacket, and slides out into the hallway with only his socks to fight off the chill of the castleship floors from seeping into his feet. The warmth of a decision burns in his ribs as Keith settles into his lion 20 minutes later to start the early journey out to pick up a member of the Blade. Red senses the change, and a growl of approval rumbles through their bond, deep and affectionate and proud.

Keith’s mouth twitches up at the corner. He sends back his appreciation.

Dead Keith/Red Paladin Lance AU (Part 4/?)

Too bad he came to that decision a little late. Now, he’s kinda stuck not wanting to initiate something that he can no longer start.

Excited for y’all to spot where little nods to this snippet pop up in future chapters.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

You can now read this on AO3 as:

Empty Spaces You Left Behind