#red shoes shipping

[void191999]

HotHeels again

Was supposed to render this

[crystallizsch]

“You can’t come after me just because I’m an ‘easier’ target!”

[fathuing]

I like narcissistic knight x fluffy princess trope!

[utdr-stimming]

Kris Dreemurr (dark world) and Spamton G. Spamton stim board!!!

//The relationship between Kris and Spamton in this stim board is intended to be purely platonic or familial despite the shipping tag\\

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[ai-higurashi]

She can all but make you fall in love like you're on your hundredth date.

[fanficlerontheroof]

mk: how much you wanna bet i can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?

red son: you are a menace to society

mei: and a coward. DO TWENTY

[st4rgazersstuff]

I pretend I know what to do just for them ( they make me so insane )

[iamveryold]

Ok so I’m reading a fic that I might actually not like so I won’t be sharing the name of it unless I get to the end and decide I actually liked it lol. I’m basically 50% of the way through and it is getting better so I want to give it more time. I WILL be finishing it lol, it’s not *bad*, it seems worth finishing, especially the further into it I get, but dang, it did not start off strong. Hermione is weak willed and kind of… flaccid? Draco is really mean and guarded (and not really in that weird, cool, toxic kind of way?). Harry is… just kind of lame. Ginny is over bearing. Honestly, Ron is probably the most well written character lol! Well, Ron and Narcissa. The good news is, as the story (which in and of itself is actually pretty entertaining) progresses, I am seeing some character development that I like a lot. Even if this doesn’t end up to be my fave fic, I am excited to finish it and maybe even read the others in this series.

[ionlylikemycat]

girl math: i was gonna buy the $40 camera film and the $70 shoes but now mama is buying me film so the shoes are basically $30 which is basically $20 which is basically nothing!

i should absolutely buy those shoes now even tho i have meticulously budgeted july and there wasn’t money for film or shoes in the first place!

[boag]

I’m so fucking excited for these shoes they’re EVERYTHINGGGG

[void191999]

Lmk art dump. Doodles from last week, I suddenly had art block so have this for now..

Bonus:

A StarKeeperAu doodle, I explained what the au is on my other previous post !!

[angellongtail]

Lmk artists need to get onto Shoe store guy x Red Son x Syntax I need to see the gay nerd trio 💳💥💥💥💥

[walkingoneliner]

The pose came in a dream, the background was a literal nightmare though

[utdr-stimming]

Papyrus x mad mew mew (there ya go shot ya another)

Papyrus x Mad Mew Mew stim board!!!

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[ceciliaisconcealed]

New art style ⊂⁠(⁠´⁠･⁠◡⁠･⁠⊂⁠ ⁠)⁠∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠°

Also HotShoes crackship HAHAH, I wasn't planning on having this art piece as a crackship but just a normal drawing of the Shoe guy but then this happened- I also realized that Red Son doesn't have his glasses and scar just now as I write this hel-

[muffinlance]

The feral cat gator of a 13 year old freshly scarred Zuko being forcibly adopted by the foggy swamp tribe! Bonus points if they willfully ignore the fact he's a firebender and treat him as a very strange waterbender bending-wise

It was Earth Kingdom ships that drove the metal one onto the reefs, so when the little thing came crawling up through the marsh spitting and hissing and dressed in red, they knew it weren’t no earthbender. No matter how much mud it had tripped in, trying to find where the ground stopped sucking at its feet.

“Wow-ee,” said Old Earl, “that sure is one way of keepin’ off the ‘squito-chiggers.”

And they all watched from Big Earl’s porch, sitting or rocking, as them bugs came for the all-you-can-eat and ended up on the bar-b-que.

“Sure is some weird bending,” said Little Earl, who was taller than Big Earl, but when they'd been twelve and they’d wrestled for the title it hadn't been Little Earl who’d won.

The little thing looked maybe twelve, too. And he was little little. But he had that same look like he was going to shove someone’s face in the mud until they said otherwise, as he stood there all panting and dripping and just realizing they’d been watching him this whole time.

“It’s firebending,” the one-kid mud-wrestler said, as bugs kept pop-snapping into flames around him.

Old Earl cupped a hand over his ear, like he couldn’t hear. And he kept doing it, while the kid got louder and louder about that bending of his, but quieter and quieter about looking at them like they were his next bugs.

“Oh, firebending,” Old Earl said, nodding like he’d only just got it, when the kid had stomped straight up to his chair. “Right, right, Old Jane’s got fire-water-bending, too. Why don’t you take him to her, boys.”

“It’s not-- ugh,” shouted the kid, but maybe he only had the one volume. Certainly only had the one volume for stomping, even though stomping was what got a fellow’s shoes shoved down so deep in the mud they’d be seeing them again as mole-shrimp hats. Not that the kid had shoes. Neither did Earl, Earl, or Earl. ‘Cept for Fancy Earl, but he’d gone off to Ba-Singing-Se, to be fancy.

Anyway, Old Jane was the best at turning anything and everything into fire water, which was the kind of thing a fellow called his or her liquor when they wanted fancy folk to keep right on walking. Was really good for making shouty little firebrands take their naps, too, which let Old Jane get her glowing mitts all over that fresh burn of his. And the love-bites from the shark-wrasses that had probably been half the reason the kid had come a-shore all a-shouting in the first place.

“Nope,” diagnosed Old Jane, when the kid woke back up. “That’s just how he talks. Mother was a screamer-bird, I’d say.”

“You take that back about my mother,” screamed their screamer-bird, who had pretty good hearing for someone who’s ear had lost the same fight as his eye. Anyway, Old Jane had done the best she could about both, and nothing was on fire that shouldn’t be, and she had that extra quilt she’d been working on that needed a body under it

And the waves and the shark-wrasses had all the rest of the kid’s crew

So sure enough they set their little screamer-bird up with a nest and let him cry loud as he wanted.

Anyway, if there was one thing Earl Earl Earl and Jane knew, it was how to make a joke so good the other person didn’t even know it were a joke.

“Firebending,” their little fledgling shouted, and waved his arms around, like all that fire pointed at no one was going to get them startled off.

“A-yep,” nodded Old Earl. “That there is some fire-water-bending. Just like Old Jane.”

Old Jane wasn’t the kind of gal who showed off, but she wasn’t the kind who missed no cue, either. She swirled a lick o’ liquor out of her latest barrel and twirled it ‘round and straight into her mouth, and when she spit it out, it looked so much like the little bird’s breath-o’-fire that he didn’t even notice the spark rocks she kept on her fingers as jewelry. No one did, ‘til they’d seen the trick a few times.

The kid’s mouth hung open so low and so long, a moth-tick flew in. That was some kind of life lesson, that was. The swamp was good at sending those.

The Earth Kingdom sent troops a-stompin’ through, losing boots and scaring catigators out of their sunning spots left and right, askin’ all rumbly about those fires they’d spotted, and if anyone from that shipwreck had made it on shore, and talkin’ about how there’d be money in it for them if they made that last answer a “yes,” sounding like Fancy Earl and all his talk about commerce and living standards.

“Got a few parts of them ship people in the lagoon,” Big Earl said. “Probably still floatin’ if you want ‘em. But we better bring the shrimp-minnow nets, ‘cuase they’ll just slosh on through the turtle-sturgeon ones.”

“...No thank you,” the head stomper said, like sayin’ polite words made a fellow a polite man. He’d tracked those boots of his right up onto their porch without so much as a scuff on their mud rug. Even the kid had used the mud rug. “And the fire?”

“Oh,” said Little Earl, with a grin, “that was Old Jane.”

And she did her trick again, only less tricky, so they could see the spark rocks real good. “You boys want some fire water?” she offered. “It ain’t blinded no one who wasn’t already headed that way.”

They didn’t want any, which was grand, ‘cause she hadn’t really been offering.

When the last of them had gone stomping off back to the kind of land that let people stomp it, it took them two whole hours to lure out the catigators from under the porch. And their little screamer bird, too.

“...Why didn’t you turn me in?”

“What?” asked Old Earl, cupping his ear.

“Why—”

“What?”

“—didn’t—”

“WHAT?”

“—you—”

“Speak up, boy,” Old Earl said. “I never heard such a quiet child.”

And boy, did that set their bird back to singing.