#of the same wip

[somberdespair]

the bby girl

[cloudberrytroll]

The signs of time

[sweetmapple]

Least traumatizing performance review

[karta-ri]

taking a break to rest my wrist after a month of drawing nonstop; meme redraws be upon ye

[conspiracy-frog]

Sun for the sun kissed children ☀️

[ryllen]

a way to get him quiet

everybody is using the same method to ward off his boasting now

[sapsolace]

obsessed w these boneheads as of late :]

[ryuuna]

working on a whole spread but i'm too impatient to finish it b4 posting some previews lmaooo

[bixels]

Posting a sneak-peak of this now because I'm about to be In The Shit school workload-wise, so this'll take me a while to finish.

Doing some character design exploration/expression sheets for Celestia and Luna. Figuring out Celestia's weird ass anatomy while I'm at it.

[robinminustherichard]

Fuck it Friday pt2

BuckTommy Reconciliation | Eddie Critical

UPDATE 5/16 -- this scene has been incorporated into an ongoing fic! Check it out here!

"Eddie isn't your competition."

Tommy blinks, having just gotten grabbed and dragged in-between the 118 & 217 engines, faced with a dust-covered and almost crazed looking Evan. It's not exactly the reunion he had been trying to stop himself from hoping for.

"Uh--" he says, but isn't really sure what to say here.

"What did you say to me, when you picked me up out of that hallway? The night in the lab."

Tommy pretends to think, but he knows without having to. The words have been playing in his head since that night.

"I told you I was there, I told you I was sorry."

Evan nods, eyes wide. He's standing just a half step away from Tommy, breathing just a little labored.

"What else?"

"I said, uh, 'you did everything you could'."

Evan nods, and his gloved hand reaches out for Tommy. Tommy lets him, still confused and trying to keep up.

"Bobby made me leave. He made me leave him to die, and I don't know if I could have gotten off that floor if you didn't come for me."

"Evan--"

"No, please, I need to...I need to say this. I was devastated, and I'm still devastated. And you picked me up, you told me you were there for me. You told me that I did everything I could to save him."

"Of course I did." Tommy says, simply and without exaggeration. "Because you did."

Buck nods seriously, and his expression darkens for a moment.

"I have spent every minute since you put me in an ambulance that night trying to be there for everyone else, like Bobby wanted me to be. I've tried to be okay. And you know what my bes-" Evan's voice cracks, he purses his lips a moment in frustration and grief, "you know what my best friend said? That I was making Bobby's death all about myself. That everyone felt like they don't know how to 'handle' me."

Evan looks gutted at his own words, biting his lip but still looking right at Tommy.

"Eddie was never your competition, Tommy. He never will be. Because he's telling me that I didn't do enough to save Bobby, that I make everything into the tragedy of Evan Buckley."

Tommy feels rage well up within him, hot and volatile. He connects his back roughly with the truck behind him to ground himself and lets Evan finish.

"But you--" Evan says, voice cut down to a whisper, eyes blinking rapidly as they water, "you came and got me. Before that, you came when I called. And I have a hell of a lot to apologize for, but Tommy I have never felt anything like what I feel for you before. If you'll let me, I swear to you that every day I will show you how much you mean to me. How much I love you. I will make sure you never think you have competition again."

Tommy swallows thickly, struck by the speech. Evan patiently waits for him to answer, his cheeks getting more red by the second.

"I'm gonna kick Diaz's ass," Tommy says, squeezing Buck's hand, "and I'm going to kiss the hell out of you."

A smile breaks across Evan's face, and it's beautiful in the dying sunlight around them.

"Not necessarily in that order." Tommy says, and grabs Evan by the turnouts, smashing their lips together in a kiss that's definitely going to get him another talking to if they're caught. He tries to keep it brief enough to avoid that, but Evan makes a disappointed sound that stops him from pulling away completely.

"I love you too," Tommy mumbles against his lips, "of course I do. How could I not?"

Their moment is soundly popped then by Gerrard yelling out "Buckley!", and Tommy sighs before reaching out to straighten Evan's turnouts and get a good look at him. They can't help but smile at each other.

"So," Evan tells him, head tilting and mouth smirking in the way he knows always got exactly what he wanted from Tommy, "what are you doing Saturday?"

Tommy scoffs theatrically but it doesn't get rid of the smile on his face.

"That's my line, Buckley."

[choccy-milky]

MC doing what we all wished we could do (aka napping on the floor with ominis )😴💕

[fidgetspringer-art]

Sometimes my sketches are neat and tidy. Sometimes they are... less so.

[the-mang0tree]

today i bring megabull. tomorrow? who knows

[ma-re-zo]

Quick Feliks WiP to fill the void

[mauvearts]

What has become of you ...?

[pxpecxdy]

I just love the thought of pope crushing on someone hard

Like maybe she’s a friend of one of his brothers and she’s around a lot and he just doesn’t know how to function around her

And he doesn’t wanna be a creep but he’s so in love with her and so turned on by her, especially when she’s lounging by their pool in some tiny, pathetic excuse for a bikini

Imagining him fumbling over his words and blushing and being so cute and awkward kills me fr I love him

Oh my god that's my favorite thing ever. He's trying to find any excuse to be near her or talk to her. She's lounging by the pool, everyone is just hanging out and having a good time. She's just watching Craig and Deran fight in the pool over some stupid game.

Suddenly a plate shoved in face. She follows the arms holding the plate and looks up to find Pope standing above her. He doesn't say anything but hands her the plate. It's just a bunch of strawberries, that's it, nothing more, literally just strawberries.

He's still staring. "You- you said you uhh like strawberries." His tone that same gravely montone one. He's still staring. He's got his eyes locked on your face but he wants to look down. But he knows if he looks down he's just going to embarrass himself further. He's still staring. You said something about the fruit weeks ago in an off-handed comment. He's still staring.

"Thanks, I guess?" You say as you set the plate down in your lap. You take a bite of one of the strawberries and now he has to look away. He can't watch the juice dribble down your chin. Pope turns and walks away, presumably back into the house. You try your best to hold in your laughter until after he's gone.