#you'll live lmao

[vermillioncrown]

Verm… it happened again… I said ‘all according to keikaku’ at my workplace I’m so embarrassed it’s hilarious this time it was in front of a partner lmao I wish the earth opened up to swallow me

HAHAHAHA 🤝 they now know you're a memer

(nah it's okay, i feel you, solidarity, etc etc

when they say your words back to you tho 😬😬😬)

[mobius-m-mobius]

LOKI APPRECIATION WEEK 2023 | for @dailyloki Day 2 : Favorite Episode : S02xE01 - Ouroboros

[keeps-ache]

i'll survive, i'll survive

[wingsofhcpe]

In conclusion

[koumeowkami]

thank you april fool's day for making kitty cozmez real

[lavenoon]

Sometimes you don't wanna talk, but listening works out just fine <3

[hyacinthsdiamonds]

Big fan of family members of F1 drivers/team principals whose favourite F1 driver isn't the one they're directly related to or that their family member is still directly involved with. See Christian Horner's daughter who's favorite driver was not either Checo or Max aka her dad's current driver line up but Sebastian Vettel who left red bull at the end of 2014 (a true mood, I miss him too sweetheart) and Max's little cousin who's favourite driver seems to be Charles Leclerc (in this case he might just follow his older cousin with good taste lmao).

[piratefishmama]

Live to Serve (You) | Part 2

“You have to come with me!” Steve had been following him through the palace for the past half hour, his lessons being cancelled for the day in lieu of the evenings’ festivities giving him more than enough time to pester his best friend and personal servant as the poor boy tried to do his chores. The day was one of celebration! The anniversary of the Princes’ birth, which meant there’d be a grand party in the palace in the evening, all manner of Lords, Ladies, potential future matches for the Prince to marry, that… well, Eddie was required to attend that.

He even had an outfit for it, even the servants were to look like respectable attendees at the sixteenth anniversary of the Princes’ birth, even if they were only there to serve the guests.

Main issue of the day though, Steve had gotten himself up and thrown Eddie’s whole daily routine off by ambushing him in the earlier hours to harass him.

“I can’t leave the palace, Steve you know I’m not allowed to.” It was like talking to one of the stone walls. Steve’s incessant pestering wasn’t about the party to be held later in the day. Steve wanted out for a few hours.

He wanted out, wanted to escape the seemingly endless labyrinth of stone corridors and walkways that made up the palace, wanted to go for a ride, but most of all, he wanted Eddie to go with him. “Okay but I’d be with you! It’s not like you’d be going on your own!”

“It’s not about whether or not I’d be on my own, Steve. It’s—” he finally stopped in his step, turning to face the boy that’d been stalking him long enough to wander into an area that he wasn’t actually familiar with. Steve had never been in the servant halls, the ones not lined with any carpets or portraits, just dark back passages lined with candlelight to light the way. “You know I don’t have the freedom to leave… don’t act like you don’t know that.” As much as he liked Steve, and he did, he adored the Prince, him and all his whacky quirks, the boy made his head dizzy sometimes, made his heart thump faster, his skin warm and tingly.

He could be awfully naïve sometimes. “M’not, I just—I just want you to come with me.”

“You spend most of your days with me, Steve, why not go with Thomas, or Carol? I’m sure those two would love to spend time with the Prince.” A young Lord and Lady, betrothed since their earlier years, the Queen had introduced them to her son half a year ago and they’d been sniffing around for scraps of attention ever since. Eddie hated them, they treated him as if he weren’t there, as if he were a normal servant, they’d even demanded he serve them. Steve had firmly put his foot down there.

Eddie only served him.

“Eh, I’ll see them tonight, you’re the one I wanna spend my day with.” Eddie was glad for the candlelight being the only real source of light, for certain a window pouring sunlight would show the warmth upon his cheeks at the comment. “What if we get permission from the Captain, or I ask my mother, if I get a yes from one of them, then will you come with me?”

He didn’t expect Steve to be able to pull that one off. He hadn’t been let out of the palace grounds since the day he stepped foot into them, his whole world was that palace, he wasn’t an employee, he was a slave. He didn’t get paid for his work, he got food, drink, and a bed to sleep in, but he didn’t get paid, he was working off debts that his father had racked up.

Still didn’t know how much his father actually owed. Or if his nine years of service had actually put a dent into it. He figured he’d probably never know, his life would be one of servitude, at least they weren’t cruel to him. At least Steve was nice to him.

So, because he didn’t expect Steve to be able to pull it off, with a heavy, put upon sigh, he replied “fine, if, and I do mean IF, the Queen, or the Captain, preferably the Captain as he’s the one who’d hunt my backside down for leaving, says yes to me leaving the palace grounds, I will go with you on your ride. ONLY if one, or both say yes. Actually. Both. You have to ask both.”

“Both?”

“Yes, both, I’m not risking my head because you want a jaunt through the wilds with a servant. They both need to say yes before I’ll go.”

“I could just—”

“No, you couldn’t, maybe when you’re older my Prince, when the crown is yours, maybe then you could just order me to go with you” Steve at least had the decency to duck his head, Eddie knew him too well, knew him well enough to know that stepping closer, and gently placing fingers to his chin to lift his gaze to his own, was a thing he could freely do unpunished. “But until then… while the King is away, the Queens’ word is law, and I remain chained to these walls.” Unfortunately that was something he had to remind Steve of often, so often that even he couldn’t wait for the day that Steve would take the crown, for sure the ideas that prompted those gentle reminders were just as perfect as the beautiful little moles littering his skin.

Steve didn’t even try to pull away from the pleasant touch, it carried his gaze to Eddie’s, why would he pull away when Eddie’s touch brought him so much comfort? Instead he lingered there, thinking, until Eddie pulled his hand back of his own volition and Steve had to fight his own urges to chase it. He dampened his dry lips with a swift swipe of his tongue, “so... if I get them both to say yes, you’ll come with me?”

Eddie still didn’t believe he could, so with a great amount of softness, he answered with “mmhm, I promise.”

It brought him a great deal of surprise when Steve dragged the Captain of the Kings guard to him an hour later to announce with a beaming grin that, “you can go with me!”

“Excuse me?” Eddie’s eyes flitting between Steve and the much larger man at his side, a man who looked at Eddie with thinly veiled amusement.

“Kid, you’ve been stuck in this place for nine years now and to my great surprise, you haven’t tried to escape once, you got one chance to prove you won’t bolt if given the opportunity, and this is it. Queen says just make sure you have her son back in time to prepare for the festivities tonight, he’ll need—”

“A bath, and suitable attire, I’m aware.” Eddie spoke as if on autopilot. Bathing would take an hour at most, his hair would take half that time and getting him dressed even less. Eddie was already calculating how much time they’d have to be out of the palace.

They’d have... plenty of time, the sun hadn’t even fully reached its peak yet!

“Good. Have fun boys, Eddie, don’t do anything that’ll have us hunting you down.”

Faintly, in the back of his mind, Eddie knew that at one point, he’d had a plan for escaping. He knew that he’d planned to scope out the palace, map his new prison out until he could slip out unnoticed but then he’d seen Steve and all plans had just, floated away. They hadn’t returned, he knew the palace inside and out, knew all the little holes he could slip out of, but he’d never planned to escape it.

How could he leave his Prince behind?

That faint resurfaced thought lingered in the back of his mind when he made his way to the stables not long after, having told Steve to meet him there as he had to change his attire to something more suitable for riding. He didn’t have a wide selection of clothing to wear, his wardrobe now limited to off white shades in shirts that sometimes looked a little too baggy on him, and brown pants he could tuck into his boots, but at least he could tie up his hair into a messy braid with a long cord he’d saved from an old shirt, he could still look good.

The other maids fondly told him he looked like a noble with his hair all tied up like that, that he still had the posture of nobility at times but in a good way. The littlest Lord was still in there somewhere.

And he was still excellent with horses.

He didn’t even notice Steve had joined him until he felt the softest of touches brush upon his hair yet he didn’t startle. He instead found himself turning away from the mare saddled for him, which had been contentedly munching hay out of his palm, to bless the Prince with a warm smile that dimpled his cheeks. “My Prince” he greeted forever fond of how those two words always lit the boys face up with the cutest of flushes.

“Your uhm... your hair looks nice like that” now his turn to feel warmth in his cheeks, he wished he hadn’t tied it up now, couldn’t hide behind it like he craved to be able to do. It was just them in the stables, just them and the horses, the Stable Master having taken one of the colts to have his hooves trimmed and shoes replaced. “You should wear it like this more often.”

“It needs a trim...” now down to the middle of his back, out of a tie it was long and unruly.

“I like it.” Maybe it didn’t need a trim then. Steve seemed to shake himself of whatever thought he’d gotten trapped in though, because he turned his head to the horse, abruptly moving to her side “so! Uhm, do you— I assume you haven’t ridden before, right? I thought that perhaps you’d want to ride with me? On a horse with me I mean.”

“You... wanted us to share a horse?”

“Well, I mean, I could ride and you sit behind me and hold onto me?” Eddie was almost tempted to hide the other horse, just accept his offer, as the mare, a beautiful sooty black coated mare named Sombra, was the only one he could presently see.

Sommer, the Princes’ white mare, was still in her stall, saddled but out of sight.

Had he been a braver sixteen year old boy, or still a Lord he’d have probably said something particularly daring, a sly quip lingering on the tip of his tongue about how if the prince wished for it, he could just ask him to hold onto him, but he neither had the status, nor the courage to voice it.

The Prince may have often referred to him as a friend but surely there were lines he couldn’t cross.

“I... I can ride” oh god was that disappointment? No, it couldn’t be, why would it be? “I uhm, I learned to ride when I was young, before I came here.”

“Oh... did you come from a farm or something?” He’d never told Steve where he was taken from. It didn’t matter. It wasn’t like he’d be going back, but it was awfully cute that Steve had not yet put the clues together.

Honestly what farmhand knew how to read? Or write in cursive? Or write at all?

“Or something.” He chose to answer with instead, smiling softly. “Sommer has her saddle on in her stall, she’s ready to go.”

“Right. Right ok, yeah that makes sense, or else Sommer would have been the only one saddled. Right.” Flustered and cute, the boy would never not make his heart happy. “I’ll just... yeah.” And off he went to gather his steed, leaving Eddie to gently stroke down Sombra’s long face before guiding her out of her stall, rounding her great form, putting one foot in the stirrup, and pushing himself up onto the saddle.

It’d been a long time since he’d last rode a horse, both his legs and his reach now longer, his grip stronger. He still knew exactly what he was doing though. Still knew how to coax her into a gentle walk, how to guide her out of the stables and how to make her wait for his company. “Where exactly are we going, Steve?” He asked once his companion joined his side.

“Catch” Steve tossed a pair of gloves into his waiting hands, a simple, thin but beautifully crafted leather that vaguely matched his own “they’re my old ones, figured you wouldn’t have any.” Answering an unvoiced question when Eddie looked at him in question. “Just follow me.”

“Why did you bring gloves for me if you assumed I’d be sharing your horse?”

“No reason” he answered so quickly Eddie wished he’d have had the guts to lie and claim he didn’t know how, certain he’d now never know what the reason was. “Let’s go!” Steve didn’t give him a chance to wonder though, the Prince already off toward the palace gates, forcing Eddie to put the thought to the back of his mind and push Sombra to catch up.

He was free.

Once they made it out of the city walls, the open fields greeted them, he could see the kings road that’d take him back to Forest Hills, that’d take him back to the people he’d left behind, could see the treeline that hid his past within its dense embrace, the little homesteads, the children he’d once played with, the mothers who’d once braided flowers into his hair then quickly removed them so his father wouldn’t see.

He missed the subtle scent of flowers whenever the wind made his hair dance. He couldn’t even remember their faces anymore, just that they’d cried for him as he was taken away.

They weren’t staying on the kings road though, although they were headed for the treeline, they were veering off to the right, toward what Eddie knew to be just fields, seemingly endless stretches of land between villages, dotted with the odd farmhouse here, an inn there, maybe a small grove of trees. It didn’t matter though, as Steve didn’t seem to have a plan for their excursion.

There was no end goal in mind, just two boys chasing each other on horseback through the wilds, feeling the wind in their hair, the freedom of it all, no responsibilities, no lessons, no chores, just them passing the time, goofing off as if they weren’t naturally separated by the largest difference in status known to man. A servant and a Prince. As if they were just two friends, two boys playing in the fields without a care in the world, there was no greater feeling than that.

So of course, it had to end eventually. It had to end with the setting sun that called them back to the palace at a steady trot, their hearts light and laughter dancing between them, Eddie’s hair having fell loose through the day now flowing freely in the breeze and a subtle weight in Steve’s pocket from an interesting rock that Eddie had found and presented to him as, as Steve decided it to be, the BEST birthday gift he’d receive that evening.

It was at the city gates when Steve realised Eddie had slowed to a stop somewhere behind him, the boys eyes lingering on the Kings road off toward the forest, the wind gently rustling through his pretty brown curls, hands tight on Sombra’s reins as his gaze remained fixed there on those woods, on the road that’d lead him off to freedom, to wherever he wanted to go.

“…Eddie?” That soft gaze fell upon him once more, a small smile graced plush lips, and Steve knew he didn’t have to worry about a thing. “You coming?”

“…Yeah” He gently nudged Sombra forward toward the gates at Steve’s side once more “let’s get back, my Prince, before the Queen crucifies me.” Eddie had freedom within his grasp, and he’d chosen Steve.

Part 4

[pastelaspirations]

So... Uh... Remember how I said something about "Inktobertale only truly ending in our hearts if we let it end??" Well, about that-

I'M SORRY, MAN. But eeey, as far as I can tell, tumblr doesn't have strict time stamps of when something was posted. >:) So we can just pretend I posted this in October hehe. (Unless tumblr absolutely does have time stamps of when something was posted and I am just completely hopeless as an individual-)

✧˖°.Ta-da✧˖°. A drawing that I s t a r t e d back in early September, then went on to not touch again for months. It's so funny. I don't draw for months, but the very instant I begin drawing again, I complete a drawing in one freaking day. I AM G R E A T. I AM NOT LOSING MY MIND, I'M F I N E-

So, congrats, yippee, I am not dead. :D Hi, hello, how have you all been doing, I've been doing g r e a t, the same picture of mental stability I always have been-

Here's a version without the filter; I'm practicing with my "filter" stuff to see if I can get better and actually do the stuff I want to do ;_;

[bunnihearted]

🐰🌧️

[dipplinduo]

1 a clock in the evening is when 30 year olds go to bed :)

THE WAY YOU LAUGHED WHEN YOU SUBMITTED THIS YOU FUCKER LOL

[marycom15]

a doodle of my Tav from a few days ago, i dont really have any kind of final design for them so i just ripped off my first dnd character lol

[momentomori24]

Woe is me, I know.

[undertow1993]

tool fans watching ghost fans get upset over exuberant VIP ticket prices and a no phones policy

[despair-tea]

that book was pretty good, yea. glad I came back around and finished it.

the (part 1 - end) at the end is so funny - you mean after they resolved all the problems in the story, that's just the beginning? The beginning of the rest of their lives? lmao

[girlthativealwaysbeen]

standing up for myself feels so fucking good i don't know how my mom lives like this