secret admirer part twenty-two
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Eddie
do you ever think about what you’re gonna do after high school?
like how am i expected to know what i want to do with my life?
i mean, i have another year to think about it
but not that much can change in a year
you probably wanna do something with music, right?
make it big with your band and have people screaming your songs
i’d go to every show if i could
be your own personal groupie
who knows? maybe that’s my calling
p.s. have a good time at hellfire tonight
i hope you win !!!!!
-H
You’d think the win last night would put him in high spirits, and it did. At first. He celebrated with the guys, passed on the get together someone suggested, and drove home feeling proud. It was when he was laying in bed, though, that he started thinking. When he graduates, how often will he be able to ride a high like that? From pure accomplishment?
Steve puts on a brave face for morning practice. He doesn’t wanna drag anyone down with him. He goes through the motions of accepting congratulations and pats on the back from his peers and teachers alike all morning long.
It only makes him think, though.
Seriously, what comes after this? More school? Does he accept that internship at his father’s soul sucking company? Does he get a gob and jump right into adulthood?
What it really comes down to is the fact that Steve had never thought he’d have a future. Honestly. He’s getting closer and closer everyday to the next stage in his life, though. The years snuck up on him and now he has to deal with it.
On a lesser scale, Steve doesn’t like thinking about what life will be like once Eddie graduates this coming May. How is Steve meant to tolerate this hellhole without him? Sure, he’d gone years without really noticing him, but now that he knows what it’s like to have a taste of him in his life, he doesn’t think he could go back.
The whole thing makes his pulse quicken and sweat begin to bead at his hairline. By the time he makes it to art class, there’s a tension forming at his temples and he’s not looking forward to the headache. He doesn’t think he has it in him to act like everything’s normal.
For once, Carol doesn’t acknowledge his foul mood. She’s too busy staring at Robin. For the portrait, of course.
The teacher had informed them today the class is basically a free period and they can choose what to work on or what to not work on.
Steve sits slumped over the table with his head resting on his folded arms. He kind of wishes Eddie hadn’t put the divider up and also that he had his sunglasses so he could stare at him without feeling weird about it.
Instead, he rests his eyes and tunes into the sounds of pencil on paper surrounding him. He dozes for a while and has nearly fallen asleep when he’s awoken with a poke to his cheek.
Steve peels his eyes open, but no one seems to be wanting his attention. There is, however, a piece of paper placed next to his left arm.
It’s a drawing.
A stick figure with tall swoopy hair and eerily realistic eyes.
Steve looks to his left, only to find the culprit still hard at work with his face tucked behind the divider.
Steve visually fills in the blank and surmises Eddie’s smile probably matches his own.
Steve doesn’t dare fold the paper. He tucks it into the notebook he has to keep it safe. Throughout the rest of the day, he opens the book just to look at it. When he takes it home, he tapes it to a wall in his bedroom, somewhere he can always see it.
Eddie
did i ever tell you how sweet it is that your club has matching tees?
i haven’t seen anyone who doesn’t do sports or the school band have a uniform
but it makes sense that other clubs would, too
you look good in black, don’t get me wrong, but GOD
i thought i was gonna die the first time i saw yours
so thanks for that
also, while we’re on the subject of how hot you are,
you should wear your hair up more often
p.s. sorry about the existential crisis on friday
i wasn’t doing too good but i got a pick-me-up eventually <3
-H
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Meet my Baby, Codename Byakko.
She is a mutant with Snow Leopard features that can take control over her will.
Usually she look like a cute fluffy ball of savageness and can appear a little defensive, but at least in this form she can behave, think of herself as a human, and is quite nice, even tho she don’t speak a lot.
Look how I tried to mimic a little of the Xmen 97 artstyle !
But huhuhu try to anger her and you will be crushed by a sort of Werepanther, just wild and enable to think.
If you read these words, and follow my content or if I interacted with one of your Xmen ocs post, then know that I will probably draw her with your baby
Because
I love dynamics between characters :))
And I love her. Also I’m trying to do some cover comics art with her but I’m also quite busy making an Xmen Tarot sooooo
Slow posting :)
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So y'see, I forgot Orodreth existed up until I had kind of finished this thing, so in case you're curious, here's the original-
Guess who just connected the dots on who was who in a certain series?
So first time through I was like, Galadriel has a brother? (this was me 'pre silmarillion knowledge power up') and I was scrolling through random lotr and rings of power memes the other day (as you do, some of the stuff out there is Hilarious~ gotta get inspiration from somewhere, y'know?) and I was looking at this guy.... And going... 'Wait a minute. Galadriel's brother... Don't tell me... This is.. FINROD?!
*pauses to recalibrate~
:0:0:0
Now. Let me make one thing clear. I actually do like the Rings of power series (if you think of it like, 'someone got a huge budget for their fanfic!' then it's pretty cool/funny - especially if you watch it with fellow Tolkien fans, cause then you can be mock outraged in company~)
But. Finrod. 'killed a werewolf with his bare hands' Felagund. Deserved better. *wipes away imaginary tear~
Honestly I don't really care about the characterisation too much- it was the hair part that made me redirect my passion into making this. Like. My mental image of Finrod isn't necessarily a stern warrior type who is incredibly wise and would never say things like 'you gotta think positive! That's what makes ships float guys!' (wonder how well that worked crossing the Helcara- *ahem - moving on) but it does include long flowing golden locks. I... I just can't imagine him without the hair~
And thus this 'comparison' was born~
Also I thought drawing all the siblings teasing Galadriel (since she is the youngest sibling), would be funny.
:D
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Your silly polls are always so on point and lovely I don't know how you do it but I love it ❤️
Thank you so much! I was worried the polls were getting too silly but now I know I'm posting them for you.
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