#It was fun though

[m1n4h]

Random things i didn't really like, but. Why not

Ok, i lied, i really like the last doodle

[zehnmou]

ether

*Edit* OH LORD I FORGOT TO POST THE REFERENCE.

[hyperfixationtheartform]

I want to try and re-draw The Clone Wars (2008) in the 2003 style, but before I did that I wanted to try drawing some of my favourite clones in the style to see how well I could replicate it!

[princeloww]

this might be my magnum opus

(yes I spent my evening playing with toys)

[randanopterix]

My biggest takeaway from the FNAF movie is that it was really funny Freddy could make this face when he was pissed off

[colbycheeseslice]

I have a confession, I’m obsessed with the gay firefighter show 😔

[threephantomrey]

the complete 180° i had from getting into both Hades + Hades 2 in the past year and seeing that Persephone never got to raise either of her children in those games to watching season 2 of Blood of Zeus earlier this year and seeing that she got to raise both of her kids in that show was crazy. it was like entering two different universes back to back.

[toxxtt-kotlc]

roses

me when uhhh urrr. sophie foster moment ‼️

[soulzerofever]

more bill concepts woohoo!! i decided to make a more human/3d version of my original design! :]

[fictionadventurer]

@aheartundercrossfire I couldn't resist the flash fiction opportunities this presented.

*

"I haven't prepared you enough for this meeting."

Ellie jumped, not so much because of the words, but because of the sound of them. At university, Sam had always displayed a proper Bostonian accent, but ever since they'd gone through customs, his drawl had been growing stronger. Now that they'd arrived at the Royal Ranch House, it was impossible to forget that he was really a prince of Texas.

And she was about to meet the king.

Ellie tried to laugh it off. "I might be a republican girl, but I can handle myself around royalty. I met the princess of California when she gave that speech on campus, remember?"

"Texas," Sam said cautiously, "isn't like other monarchies."

He unlocked a cabinet on the wall of the waiting room and held out a gunbelt toward Ellie. Two ivory-handled pistols sat within the holsters.

"You'd better wear this," Sam said.

Ellie reeled back. "Excuse me?"

"My dad's a stickler for protocol. Visitors have to be armed in the presence of the king."

"What kind of rule is that?"

Sam raised a what-did-I-tell-you eyebrow. "A Texas one." He held out the gunbelt. "I can help you put it--"

"Are you insane? I'm not wearing a gun!"

"Then you're not meeting the king."

"You're making that up!"

Sam sighed. "Refusing to wear arms shows you don't respect the king as a fighter. I want you to make a good first impression."

"I've never even touched a gun before."

Sam winced. "Do not say that where my dad can hear you." He fumbled with with weapons. "Look, they're not even loaded. It's just for the look of it. We're running out of--"

The doors flew open, and a herald announced the entrance of the king.

A short man with a pair of bushy side whiskers burst into the room, wearing what Ellie could only assume was Texan royal regalia. In the flurry of motion, Ellie couldn't make out much more than denim, a pair of elaborately tooled leather boots, and a truly enormous cowboy hat.

King Houston IV swept Ellie's hand into a crushing handshake. "There she is!" He pumped Ellie's hand so hard that her joints hurt. "Sam finally brought a girl home!"

Meeting the princess of California had been nothing like this. Ellie stammered, "Pleased to meet you, your majesty."

"Pleasure's mine! You're quite a looker. Sam sure knows how to pick 'em."

The king stepped back to get a better look and suddenly fell silent. "Who let you in here without a weapon?"

"I..."

Sam stepped up. "It's my fault, Dad. I..."

Ellie found her voice. "Sam said I could greet you with a proper Texas weapon, but I took too long admiring those pistols. No one makes a gun like Texas does."

The king's smile returned. "She's got a brain, too! You know, I had my doubts about Sam bringing home a Boston girl, but if you've got respect for Texas, it'll take you a long way." He started toward the door. "Come on in, and we'll get to know each other over a drink."

He rushed out of the room like a small whirlwind, leaving Ellie and Sam standing breathless behind him.

Sam gave Ellie a grateful look. "Good job."

Ellie smiled. "I told you I know how to handle royalty."

[nautilus-null]

Kokomi for fun (and mermay)

[womp-womp-waa]

Everything he ever did it was all for his parents approval. Every single thing he did was for them. The only reason why he got up out of bed was to try and make his parents proud. And what did he get in response for all of his effort. Them going on business trips. Again and again and again. Just another business trip. Another move. Another school. And every single time he tried to do something to make his parents stay with him. But nothing worked. He did everything he possible could to please them and he was so sick and tired of them ignoring him. Why? Why should he have to work himself to death just for some attention. Something that he should already be getting. Parents are suppose to love their children not run away from them. At first he thought it was his fault that his parents didn't love him. But now he can clearly see the truth. It wasn't his fault. He did everything he could to change himself and make him more likeable to his parents, so maybe the problem wasn't him but them. For the first few years after this revelation he kept him mouth shut and just stopped trying. Every extra activity he did was for them and they didn't appreciate it and he certainly didn't enjoy them so what's the point of carrying on doing something if it doesn't serve a purpose why should he bother. So he spent most of his time in his room. But it was almost his twelfth birthday and he got told that his parents were going on another business trip. And that's when he lost it. He wasn't proud of all the things that he screamed at his parents but all of this pent up anger over years and years of neglect finally came to the surface. And now on his birthday he was lying in bed, spending his twelfth birthday grounded and now all of that previous anger turned into sadness as he couldn't even bring himself to get out of bed anymore

[ninyard]

Okay okay before everyone gets sick of me on the tl I should probably stop the rarepair reactions

[master-missysversion]

I can't draw backgrounds to save my life. This has 35 layers and at least 6 of them are just grass

[steddietogo]

pine

/pʌɪn/

suffering with or expressing longing or yearning for someone or something

Steve wakes to dark curly hair tickling his face. He’s disoriented for a second, mouth feeling like cotton and the beginnings of a hangover headache creeping in at the base of his skull. Steve wakes with Eddie’s hair on his face.

For a second Steve let’s himself pretend like it’s just them. Like he can swing an arm around Eddie’s middle and pull him closer if he wants to, press his face fully into his hair and breathe in the smell of Steve’s shampoo on it. Pretend like Robin isn’t plastered to his back, fast asleep and in her own world. Out of sight, out of mind right?

Steve lets his gaze drop to the dip of Eddie’s waist where he’s lying on his side, the steady rise and fall of his rib cage with every breath he takes, the ridges of his spine where his shirt had ridden up in the night. A hint of ink and scar tissue spill out from underneath. Steve wants to trace it with his fingertips, follow its trajectory up the planes of milky skin and let the sights fill in the blanks in his mind.

Steve let’s himself indulge, curls a stray lock of hair around his finger, pretends like it holds a candle to holding his hand.

The weight in his chest isn’t something foreign to him. He’s felt it a thousand times before and Steve hopes to feel it a million times yet. The thrumming of it makes him feel alive. He imagines it must be only second to what it would feel like to truly belong in Eddie’s arms.

As the first rays of morning light filters in through the gap in the curtains, Steve falls back asleep and dreams of kissing his love’s face.

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@steddie-week

Day one: Pining

a/n: This one is super short. But I like it hope you like it too <3 Day 2 <<