#i spent two days on this

[melonomelon]

Session 6

This moment was hilarious. I did some storyboard practice!

These were the initial designs I did that inspired me to seek out audios of them interacting because it would be fun. I did not use them lmao.

[flowerwreaththings]

bonus:

Royal Summer 2024 Photo Challenge

Day 1: Favourite summer-themed photo(s) of the Belgian Royal Family

[mjshortformcjesus]

goddamn guys sorry im just sharing this even though it looks like shit but sbg is a new special interest :]]]]]

[neodoodles24]

Loser's Ultimatum

[notenoughmuses]

If they had a kid / Allyria and Jaehaerys (whichever one :3), Aegon and Rhaenyra, alara and jory

Allyria and Jaehaerys: in alphabetical order:

Arthur, Barric, Cedric, Daenerys, Elia, Gwayne, Helaena, Jacaerys, Kara (Valyrian for great/excellent),Nymeria, Oberyn, Shiera

the triplets: born in 300 AC (in verse where Jae comes fourth with allies and support and takes over King Tommen's rule)

Barric David Oakes (born 301 AC) Gwayne Orlando Bloom (born 303 AC) Helaena Elinor Crawley & Jacaerys Eoin Macken (born 306 AC) Kara Freya Allen (born 307 AC) & Nymeria Hannah New (born 309 AC), Oberyn (born 311 AC), Shiera (born 314 AC) Helena Mattsson

Name: Arthur

Gender: Male

General Appearance: More Dayne/Dornish features. Dark hair, purple eyes, Dornish skin tone, roughly 5 feet 9 inches tall

Personality: Sweet, headstrong, prone to strong feelings and outburts as a child.

Special Talents: hand to hand combat

Who they like better: Allyria

Who they take after more: Allyria

Personal Head canon: He basically starts his own hand to hand combat sport similar to boxing or MMA

Face Claim: Leo Sutuer

Name: Daenerys

Gender: female

General Appearance: Targaryen features with a curvy build and growing up had weight fluxuations like crazy.

Personality: very outwardly directed, always focused on meeting people, going out, doing things with others, hates to be alone with themselves

Special Talents: great at crafting

Who they like better: Jae

Who they take after more: Allyria

Personal Head canon: Can't sit in a chair properly.

Face Claim: Katheryn Winnick ( I know overused but i love her)

Name: Elia

Gender: female

General Appearance: More Dornish/ Dayne features, tall slender and well endowed

Personality: Is always down for arson (she's allowed to burn candles and that's with supervision). Great at reading others, knowing how people are feeling and why, etc. It's borderline impossible to hide a secret from them or mislead them since they seem to almost supernaturally just know the actual truth about how someone is feeling or what they're thinking, etc.

Special Talents: good at memorizing facts and retaining information

Who they like better: Allyria

Who they take after more: Jae

Personal Head canon: Always smells like campfire/burnt wood

Face Claim: Laura Berlin

Aegon and Rhaenyra

Name: Vaegon

Gender: male

General Appearance: typical Targaryen features, ends up being as tall as show Daemon/Aemond

Personality: Course, rough, he cares too deeply and loves too hard. He rushes head first into situations. Not dramatic themselves but they love observing the drama of others

Special Talents:

Who they like better: Rhaenyra

Who they take after more: Aegon

Personal Head canon: He tried to improve the lives of every small folk of Westeros when he became King. He's remembered as Vaegon 'the benevolent' Targaryen

Face Claim: Lucas Till

Alara and Jory:

Name: Rodrick

Gender: Male

General Appearance: Dark hair, brown eyes, 5 feet 7 inches tall, lean build

Personality: A total sweetheart, easily impressed, patient, very romantic, always has little crushes on everyone, constantly dreaming of having cute dates, writes poetry about every little thing that makes their heart flutter

Special Talents: Bread baking

Who they like better: Jory

Who they take after more: Both

Personal Head canon: Marries a woman from a noble house outside of the North. They met at a Tourney.

Face Claim: Santiago Cabrera

[vampiric-hibiscus]

I have major case of art block so heres what I could muster, self portrait of me but in the Disco Elysium art style (attempted)

[weabooii]

⛩️✨DAN DA DAN ✨🛸

zoom in below

[xandrikart]

The most beautiful thing about Drawtectives is that you can choose any combination and you will be right. But no way I'm ignoring a beautiful garb next to York.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

this_is_stupid.mp4

[waywardstation]

*Boops Ingo* 🐾

With no warning, the weird teenager runs up to you at the training grounds while holding up her baggy polecat so it can boop you on the nose with its paw. What do you do?

[nyancrimew]

queer confession: i played 50 hours of deep rock galactic in the past week

queer confession: i did 90% of the german translation when the game first came out and my writing style choices in german probably still somewhat define that language experience

[majunju]

[bluegiragi]

konig is very good for ghost and soap in the soapbox saga finale <3

read the full comic (29 pages) on patreon!

[saltedsnailstudio]

linocut on lokta paper

[dustyvampire]

don't you know that the kids aren't al- kids aren't alright?

[queenie-ofthe-void]

“Led Zeppelin? Never heard of them,” Steve lies, like a liar. Of course he’s heard of them, thinks maybe Hop’s mentioned them before. Doesn’t really know the band well, and probably definitely couldn’t name a song. But the comment serves its purpose, and the trap is set.

Eddie calls it the Zep Campaign. Every day they’ll listen to one album, and Steve will pick his favorite song from each. Eight days for eight albums. On the last day, they’ll narrow it down to one song to rule them all– because apparently even Led Zeppelin likes the Mordor books Dustin doesn’t shut up about. 

Each day, Steve struggles to pick a favorite. Day four isn’t bad– doesn’t mind a song that is actually called Rock and Roll, which is just a lazy title in his opinion– but they’re only half way through and the songs are all starting to sound the same. An endless stream of too-fast guitar melodies and weird, wobbly sounds he’s sure he’s never heard before. The vocals are his favorite part, but the lyrics are vague and confusing.

Long story short, he’s not a fan.

But this growing thing between him and this ridiculous metalhead is new, fragile. So if it’s important to Eddie, it’s important to Steve. 

“Stevie, we really don’t have to keep doing this,” Eddie concedes. It’s day eight, the final album, and he thinks even Eddie might be desperate to listen to something different. “You’ve listened to every other album and honestly this one is the worst. They were all on drugs, and this isn’t even their sound ya know? Like it’s not even real metal.”

And honestly, Steve does know. He’s been listening to this band for eight days and yeah, all the songs sound the same. But these ones are different. Softer. He’s made it this far, and he’s nothing if not persistent for the people he loves.

Sprawled out on the floor next to the boy he likes, passing a fading joint back and forth, he thinks he can suffer a bit longer. 

“No Eds come on, we’re halfway through anyways. Just flip it over and we’ll smoke while we finish.” Eddie huffs a sigh, but Steve can see the slight uptick of his lips, reminding him of why he’s doing this. He flips the record and crawls back, presses himself flush up against Steve’s side.

The next song is long, too long to keep his attention. They burn down their joint and Steve leans heavily onto Eddie’s open chest. He gets lost staring at the vinyl art. A guy dressed in a fancy white suit sits alone in a dive bar, the only splash of color against a dull background. The bartender looks gruff, like the rest of the bar, making the man stand out even more. He wonders if that’s how he looks posted up at the Hideout during Eddie’s shows. Wonders if he looks just as out of place in Eddie’s life as this man does, even though he looks comfortable there too. 

Eddie shifts his arms around Steve, bringing him back to the present. The song has changed and Steve feels the slow melody wash over him.

“Wait,” Steve cries out, flailing up and out of Eddie’s arms as he registers the new song. It’s soft with a steady beat. It’s got synth-- the sound Eddie told him he likes in pop music. This song isn’t loud and chaotic like the rest. The voice is soothing and the lyrics are mostly simple enough. It’s different, and he can’t believe it but–

All of my love, all of my love

all of my love to you, oh

“This one. I like this song. Like actually like it.”

Eddie sits up and stares at him. He can see the dramatic shock and annoyance on Eddie’s face. But it’s doing nothing to hide his broad smile and shining eyes. 

“Steven. Stevie. Baby, sweetheart, this absolutely cannot be your favorite Zeppelin song. Out of all the songs on all the albums and all the hours of poetic melodies I’ve forced upon you, you choose the most non-Zep Zeppelin song.” Steve laughs sweetly as he watches Eddie fail to keep the glee out of his supposedly annoyed voice.

The cup is raised, the toast is made yet again

One voice is clear above the din

“This song isn’t even metall!" Eddie screeches. He rants and raves, waiving his arms as he regales Steve with all of the reasons he should absolutely not like this one particular song. He's shining with happiness, dial turned up to a hundred and it's all aimed at Steve. He can't help but to gaze back fondly, enraptured in the adorably obnoxious spectacle.

"It’s all synth, almost no guitar because Page didn’t even write this one! He wrote all of them except two songs, Stevie, and of course that’s the one you chose. No one who knows good music even likes this album. It’s not even metal music and honestly I almost didn’t show it to you, that’s how bad it is!” They're both giggling, leaning falling slowly into the other's space. Facing one another, their feet tangled together, Steve twists and pulls on Eddie's rings. Just to touch.

“Well, maybe that’s why I like it,” Steve snarks, taking his hand. “Plus it’s a love song.” Daring to reach out.

All of my love, all of my love, yes

All of my love to you

Eddie’s smile dims a bit, softens at the edges as he grows serious. “It’s not a love song Stevie, not like that.” He’s looking at Steve but he isn’t. Looking past him into the back of his thoughts. “The lead singer, he wrote it for his son. His kid died of some kind of bad illness while he was on tour. Didn’t make it back in time.”

He pauses, and Steve waits. Knows Eddie has more to say, hoping his patience will pay off. Eddie’s sight refocuses and he heaves a heavy sigh. His eyes glisten as they lock onto Steve.  

“My mom used to sing it all the time. While she was cooking, or putting me to bed, or pulling weeds in the garden. She’d sing it constantly. Hell, she didn’t even know all the words, but she’d still try and sing the interludes– ya know, the music between the lyrics.” He laughs lightly, a stray tear just barely hanging on. Steve tightens his grip around Eddie’s hands and presses a kiss to his knuckles. A silent sign of gentle support and encouragement. 

“Sounds like a love song to me,” Steve whispers. Leaning forward, he presses a kiss to his forehead and pulls Eddie into a tight hug. 

All of my love, all of my love, to you now

“A love song just for you, from both of us.”

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I've always headcanoned that Eddie loves Led Zeppelin, because he plays guitar and loves metal and reads Lord of the Rings so of course he would.