#wip: starlight

[garthcelyn]

A new game of "did I not post this or is Tumblr's searching dogshit" - anyway!

Pod 148 - Lloyd

The program was meant as humanity’s last ditch effort. Shuttles sent to major cities, their trajectory set to sail among the stars. The Redeemable stood tall in the remains of Cardiff, all gleaming steel and pristine paint, a sore thumb in the midst of the rubble. Passes were issued to those considered Welsh enough, those who would represent what was left of the country. Mared had fought for one for her daughter; despite being a member of the Senedd, it was decided that her strange half-American offspring was not meant to make it. Now the child stood motionless in the pod beside her mother’s, suspended in time as the frost slowly took over the glass. The father stood outside, firmly set on Earth, preparing to wave the departure of his family to God knows where. Never to be seen again. Lloyd had worked with him briefly, both fiddling with last minute electrical checks, making sure everything ran smoothly. He didn’t ask his name, but knew he still managed to make good coffee despite the End and wore his wedding ring around his neck so it could lay against his heart. They spoke of the sports teams they pretended to be interested in, swapped old family recipes, and held each other as their impending doom drew closer. Now Lloyd stood on the ship as the technicians set up his own pod, looking back at his short term friend.

The pod was like a coffin. Barely padded, a metal rectangle filled with wires attached to an arm to the wall. His shoulders brushed the sides, a little too wide for them to hold him right but it was too late to back out. Stomach churning, he couldn’t help but think of his father back at home, the man whose space he had taken. It was easy. Lloyd had been greying since he was fourteen, wide streaks of white parting his dark brown hair. Tall, broad, with the same farmer’s tan that marked every other man in his family. Old John was sick, a fact he had kept to himself right up until the day he was meant to set off to Cardiff. They wanted workers, strong and fit, to shoot into the vast ocean of space, and Old John was neither. He assured Lloyd that he’d never make it out there, pressed the pass into his hand as his older brother watched in disdain, and sent him off.

Mared had given him a lukewarm bottle of water, sat him down when she suspected he wasn’t his father. They spoke. She understood. She told him that if she could, she would have let her husband take her place, all the while watching as the man played with his daughter one last time, swinging her in circles as the girl laughed, giddy with excitement of the unknown. Neither parent told her that it would be the last time she would see her father.

“It’s cruel,” she had explained, “but if it means she lives, I would have given her my spot. I would have done anything.”

The girl’s name was Lucy, but she liked being called Luka and loved wolves and proudly proclaimed that she’s a big girl now. She was six, with gaps in her teeth she had yet to feel self conscious about, her hair a mass of untameable curls that she refused to let her mother touch. She was going to be an electrician just like her dad, was going to play football professionally, and was going to own an animal sanctuary in Utah one day, despite barely knowing what a Utah was. When the sun started to set, Mared let her exhausted, panting daughter climb into her lap, hiding her face in Mared’s wheat blonde hair as she let her mother stroke her back in small circles.

Before she stepped into her coffin, after sending her daughter to what might be their death, she gave him a small wobbling smile and a stiff nod that he returned.

It was cold in the pod. An oxygen mask now strapped over his mouth, all plastic and greasy rubber clinging to his damp skin. Around him the metal beast rumbled impatiently. The smell of smoke hung in the air, coming through the miles of tubes running through the ship. He felt weightless, still awake in his cage as they took off. The tubes tickled his skin, threatening to remove the needles set deep into his arms, pouring a liquid that meant to keep him alive through cryosleep. Technicians stopped bustling, strapping themselves to seats to observe, even if it meant their lives in the long run. Lloyd’s heart refused to beat into a panicked flutter, remaining slow and steady despite everything. Though his heart was calm, his mind was a furious flurry of regret. His brother, Iestyn, would have jumped at the chance, if he had only been offered. If Old John didn’t take favourites. They wanted farmers and got Lloyd, the youngest son of a youngest son who didn’t even have a driver’s licence yet. Too young, yet old enough to pass as his father to those not paying attention.

In the final moments, as the shuttle threatened to leave their atmosphere, as Lloyd’s eyes finally began to drift closed, he thought of Mared, some welsh senator he never voted for but had shown him kindness in their final days, of Luka who was far too young to die on a destitute planet or in the confines of space. But most of all he thought of the future; the flickering amount of hope he forced himself to have, even as his heart slowed to a stop.

[fomtooleri]

ceeb posting

[jellysketch]

[starlightseer]

Sneak peak of an illustration for a one-shot I'm writing.

Edit: here's a link to the finished illustrations!

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

AGH FASHION DESIGNER SUGURU AND MODEL SATORU W A NEW INTERN DESIGNER UNDER THEIR WING 😞😞☹️ - 🌺

WAHHHH I LOVE THIS 🥺🥺🥺 the pining and flirting and slowburn of it all… model!satoru and his favorite designer suguru geto, both of them undeniably skilled and born with an eye for fashion….. well-known and adored……..

designer!suguru who gets tasked with showing you the ropes, who’s always so patient and kind despite your inexperience. diligent with his teaching but also so laidback, so easy to talk to… he looks intimidating, but he’s so polite that you can’t help but swoon a little. and he admires your enthusiasm so much…… grows fond of you soooo quickly bc you’re just such a breath of fresh air compared to the divas he’s forced to work with all the time. he thinks you’ve got real potential and he wants to nurture it.

and ofc you end up running into model!satoru eventually…. bc he’s always hanging around suguru whenever he gets the chance. and he’s maybe a little jealous that you’re hogging so much of his personal designer’s attention, but… he also thinks you’re so cute . T_T like a little puppy following suguru around… so excited to be apart of what you’ve dreamed of for so many years……… he looks into your eyes and sees the same sparkle he had before he made it big, and it makes his heart race.

yeah . i’m just thinking abt the peaceful coffee breaks with suguru….. how he’d insist on paying for your drink, ”since he’s your senior” (he wants to be your favorite </3)…… and how he’d just be so protective over his little intern. don’t get me started on the close proximity with satoru when you’re taking his measurements, the glance and smile he sends your way during an impromptu shoot… the way he always calls for you with a sweet coo of ”how’s my favorite intern doing today?”

😔😔😔 yeahhhhhh. they make me feel ill.

[kurashikimisaki]

i think nana would love fortnite... tomato town....

[tagerrkix]

[stonedtalussy]

HERE ARE SOME WIPS!!!

also i just got procreate am i a cool kid now

im gonna finish drawin the london reboot sillies soon because i know a lotta people liked my og ones and i also wanted an excuse to draw the new coaches HAHA

[lionacuty]

PONY HMSW (+ Darrell as a cockatrice :3)

WOOHOO!!! ITS DONE!!! :3 what's done? oh it's me being done designing mlp designs for Heart, Mind, Soul and Whole (+ Darrel) with the help of @gracebeth3604 who helped me design them!!! (especially on Mind, they are a godsend) and it came up with the pony names too!!! so here they are + a couple of doodles I did n the coat colour test thing I did while coming up with hmsw coat designs + some thoughts!! :3 (under the cut tho since the post is big) it's for a currently unamed mlp au that has cccc and cotl in it!!!

lil test idea that isn't canon the au but sprung about ideas!! :3

also a get along party that didn't turned out well

so here comes the thoughts!! :3

also a silly comment from when Grace was comming up with pony names for Mind and one of those names were Mechanical Hooves which I respond like any normal human being :3

[polar-biscuit]

working on firecracker/starlight two page thing 💫🧨 love u

[skyriderwednesday]

Hi, I threw a gradient overlay on the neon green sketch of my in-progress Electra design and I thought it looked neat :)))

[garthcelyn]

At it again lads

[clemsels]

Is this anything

[viccyfics]

From my current WIP

Baby engine

Greaseball (Wembley 2024) is the daughter of OLC Greaseball and Dinah

If someone had told Dinah a few years ago that she would be spending her afternoons running after a child rather than working or racing with Greaseball, she would have laughed in their face.

But here she was, racing around the entire yard after her daughter…who had not been named after her father by Dinah's choice.

"Greaseball please, Momma needs to stop, you must be tired by now," the Dining car panted, bending over to try and catch her breath, but the small Diesel ahead of her on the track refused to come closer, her hands on her hips and a frown on her face.

"Come catch me, Momma," the four-year-old taunted, "you're so slow,"

Dinah started to chuckle, "Don't let your dad hear you say that,"

Greaseball let out a small huff, "You need to be faster for when we race together."

"Oh, we're going to race together?" Dinah paused, "I'm not so sure if Dad is going to appreciate that."

Greaseball started to giggle, "I'm going to be faster than him, so he can't tell me not to race with you."

"Oh is that right?" the Dining car smiled, noticing her daughter was starting to slowly skate towards her.

"Yeah, and then he's gonna be the slowest, not me," The small engine smirked, "So you need to get faster,"

[dreamsky-sapphi]

I made the one on the left as a standee concept in august but i decided to improve it (right)

[geniemillies]

wip of velaria my beloved dead and nameless sjm character.. 😳♥

(rhys' sister for my fic but she's actually mY gf)