#(old ask- finally getting to it.)

[sunnyrmrez]

The skeleton fam to me

[chez-cinnamon]

So I was talking to some friends on Discord and we were discussing how some movies had cartoon characters with this white guy driving car scene.

I'm just stuck thinking about Fionn and the Welcome Home cast crammed into a car having this same exact moment and it's cracking me up xD

It definitely starts out that way LMAO

[mediumgayitalian]

When Lee and Michael pull him from Chiron's exceptionally dry Ancient Greek lessons, Will is excited. When they drag him down, ducking, behind the stables, as other campers walk by, he is intrigued. When they guide him all the way back to their cabin, sit him on his bed, and then drag two stools to sit across from him, silently, he is still excited.

A little nervous, now.

But excited.

"Will," Michael says, solemn. He presses his fist to his mouth, eyes carefully blank. "Will, you are almost ten years old, now."

Will bounces on his mattress, grinning. "Yeah! I'm nine and fifty-six seventy-thirds." He peers at his brothers hopefully, trying to lessen his fidgeting and appear Regal and Adult. "Am I getting my Dad present early?"

Gods, he hopes so. He has been counting down the days -- every tenth birthday, for every kid, Camp-bound or not, Apollo sends them a gift of gold jewelry, smelted in the heat of the Sun by Holy Hephaestus, jewels handcrafted by the finest artisans on Olympus, blessed by yours truly. Will has been watching in seething jealousy as Michael's signet ring glints every time he pulls back his bow, as Cass' hoops swing when she walks. He hopes the gift is earrings -- he finally convinced Michael to pierce his lobes a couple months ago, and he's tired of the ugly studs. Beckendorf made him promise to let him poke around at whatever Will gets, and Will has been itching to show him.

And to get the jewelry, obviously. That's priority number one.

Lee shakes his head slowly. "No. You will get your milestone when you get it." He exchanges a long, fearful look with Michael. Will picks at last summer's clay bead, with the trident on it. "Speaking of milestones…"

Michael makes a sudden, choked noise, covering his face with his hands and curling forward. Will startles. Lee sighs, looking down for a moment as well. When he looks up again, he meets Will's wide eyes with his teary ones, and places a supportive hand on Michael's back.

"Will…" he looks out to the open window, shaking his head slightly. When he looks back, his face is creased in apology, and his eyes are ringed with pity. Will feels his heart drop. "Have you chosen someone, yet?"

"Chosen?" Will straightens, fists twisting in his shorts. "Chosen someone for what?" Michael makes another strangled wailing noise. Will's breath hitches, and his ears white out. "Lee, tell me! Tell me now!"

"We are a Greek camp," Lee says, finally. "An ancient Greek camp. With ancient Greek customs, kiddo."

He says it softly, apologetically. Like the time a seagull swooped down and stole Will's ice cream, right from his hands, on the beach last week. Will recognizes the hopeless tone of his voice and his heart drops.

"How much did they tell you about…our customs?"

"I didn't listen to the admissions video!" Will confesses, panicked. "I'm sorry! It was so boring! There were a bajillion music numbers and they were all kind of bad no offense and the screen made my eyes hurt and I missed my mom and --"

"Will," Michael says, voice shaking. He meets Will's eyes and Will is horrified to see they are wet.

He has never seen Michael cry before -- not even once.

"It's okay, Will. Some people don't know."

"Tell me," Will begs. "Am I being sacrificed?"

To his great relief, both his brothers laugh, waving dismissive hands as they chuckle. Will sags into his pillows.

"Oh, no, gods no. That would be barbaric." Lee wipes a tear from his eyes. "C'mon, Will, we're a little more civilized than that." He smiles encouragingly. Will smiles, hesitantly, back. "You're getting married."

It takes a long enough moment for the sound to travel and the word to register that Will is sure his hearing aids have gone wonky. He taps them, as though it will do anything, and tilts his head.

"I didn't hear you right. What did you say?"

"Married," Michael repeats. "By age 10, like all people had to do back then." He and Lee exchange another weighted look. "That, or you have to marry Mr. D." He rushes to assure at Will's panicked shriek; "Only if you don't choose someone in time. You have until you turn ten, so don't worry. I'm sure you'll find someone in time. You'll have most of the summer, anyway."

There is a moment where Lee and Michael murmur to each other, nodding. "Yeah," Lee says, mostly to himself. "You'll be fine." To which Michael responds: "Of course, of course. I mean, we did it."

Will sits there, frozen.

"I can't get married!" he cries, coming back to himself. He begins to hyperventilate. "I'm -- nine! I'm a kid!" He looks to his older brothers, blue eyes big and watery. "I don't even know how to file my taxes yet!"

Lee and Michael are sympathetic. They move forward, immediately, one on either side of him; Lee slides a squeezing hand around his shoulders, Michael pats him on the leg.

"It'll be fine, squirt," Lee soothes. He gestures across them. "I mean, me and Michael found somebody. It all worked out."

"You're married?" Will chokes out. His breaths come quick and shallow, despite Lee's comforting hand. "Michael is married?!"

"Watch it, twerp," Michael warns, at the same time as Lee says: "It was a challenge and a half, but yeah, Michael is married."

Will glances quickly down. There is no ring on either of their left hands, but they must notice him looking, because Michael snorts, pinching him on the knee.

"We just told you it's an ancient Greek custom, dumbass. Rings were invented later. We just…" He makes an incomprehensible gesture with his ringless hand. "Followed the book, completed the rite, etc, etc. Boom. Matrimony."

Lee nods. He rubs Will's shoulder a final time, encouragingly, before pulling away enough to give him space to breathe.

"You'll find someone, Will. We just thought we'd warn you because it didn't look like you remembered yourself, and we don't want you to have to…well."

Will shudders. Vaguely, in the back of his blurry, blurry memory, he can recall someone saying something in a video somewhere about partners and their importance in Camp. He had not paid attention, and he curses himself for it, now -- he almost had to marry Mr. D. Mr. D. who is rude, who smells like vinegar, who always has something in his teeth, who sleeps all day and drools more than a waterfall, who scares the satyrs on purpose and never even says sorry. Who is mean and gross and the worst ever.

"Thank you," Will says, tearfully. He grips his brothers' hands in his small fists and shakes from his spot between them, almost-life flashing in front of his eyes. If his brothers hadn't warned him, Mr. D. would have made him rub his stinking feet and feed him grapes for all eternity for sure. There wouldn't even be breaks for episodes of Star Trek. He shudders. "Thank you."

His brothers return the half-hug, although Michal sighs about it. He is too short to see the smirks they flash above his head.

"Anytime, twerp."

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[sakasakiii]

Every time I see your art it makes my day brighter. Glad to hear you're doing well!

hi hi hello!!!! thanks for checking in, anons, and for the kind words!!! im doing great, though im predicting ill be a bit busy in the weeks to come, so i hope you wont mind me if i slowly slink back into posting less and less OTL I've still got a few proper pieces to be posted per my usual time, but im gonna do my best to answer more asks in-between!! anon 1, i hope your day is even brighter than how you made mine when you sent in that ask <333

here's a quick sketch of tyelpe and annatar as requested :D anon 2, im so sorry for taking so long to get to this but im absolutely flattered to hear you like my art!! most of my gallery is filled with the works of artists i study, but its a foreign concept for me to consider that my art is potentially saved in someone else's?!... im not quite sure how to put it to words.... 😭😭thank you again aaarrghhh;;;;;

its been too long since i drew these two so.... redesigned buffer tyelpe finally gets his own piece :D thank you again anons!!! i hope you both have a wonderful rest of your week! ❤️

[themeraldee]

love the idea of homelander early in a relationship getting overwhelmed with all these new affectionate and sensual skin to skin touches but of course not understanding why and being so frustrated that something he's always wanted feels like too much. and then his partner figuring out what's going on reassures him they can take it slow, it doesn't bother them, they want him to feel good too. just like this gradual exposure therapy to touch for him since he's always suited and booted up to the neck and he's definitely sensitive.

I dig this idea. I will say I imagine him to be okay with using his hands. We see him without gloves decent amount of times for me to believe that it's not that much of a sensory issue. Or just something he's had a chance to get used to.

(Plus he's been with Maeve and I doubt he was fingering her with the gloves on)

Howeverrrr I adore the idea you've painted with this ask. Like the urge, the earnest need to just be held, touched, revered and worshipped yet each touch from you feels like an electric current going straight through his nerves (he'd know what that's like). Like he wants you so bad, he wants to finally feel vulnerable with someone who loves him but it's so much more overwhelming than he accounted for. The same impervious skin that's capable of withstanding incredible forces, softens and becomes overly sensitive and malleable under a soft hand (very oobleck of him).

lil snippet where nothing happens under the cut ⬇️⬇️⬇️

Homelander prefers having sex with the suit on. It feels good, great even, but he gets to focus on just one part of him that feels that way, it's not his entire body being set on fire.

Now that you're in bed together you found out that he likes to sleep naked or in pyjama pants only. After seeing him in the suit majority of the time, that's quite the sight. He rarely allows his skin to be exposed as is, let alone in such tight quarters. You take the chance to run the back of your fingers across his back as soon as he turns to the side revealing the expanse of smooth, soft skin.

"What are you—" His breath hitches but you're not discouraged from the touch. You already rarely see him without the suit on, touching him is a whole other treat.

"—just wanna touch you." You interrupt him, immediately soothing him and stopping him from turning around with a flat palm on his back. You turn your hand around, gliding your knuckles down his spine. "I'll be gentle. Let me know if it's too much."

The part of him that's not used to gentle, genuine touches of any kind gets choked up. While he just about nods with an affirmative hum, his waterline stings with tears. His heart is beating like a rabbit and while at first tensed up he's slowly relaxing under your touch.

You take your time, switching from knuckles to fingertips. After a few spirals and mindless lines you start tracing letters across his back.

"Guess what letter I'm writing." You say, smile tinting your tone as you tear him out of his own self-destructive thoughts.

He hums again, confirming his participation in your little game.

After you trace your fingers up and across he says, "H." You praise his correct guess and continue.

"O."

"N."

"No, you got that one wrong. Try again." You trace the letter again.

"M."

"Yep! You got it."

"Alright I get it, it's 'Homelander'." He laughs a little and you can tell that he's enjoying this. From the first touch that made you feel like you were taming a feral animal, to the melted-into-the-mattress state you've turned him into.

"Shh, stop spoiling the game. Keep guessing." So he does, and while the word does end up being 'Homelander' it's still a lot of fun to be able to touch him in a sweet and affectionate way.

That moment turns things around, where he eagerly welcomes your touch and seeks it whenever possible. Finally allowing himself to enjoy the affection for what it is.

[italyveneziano]

Old redraw of an even older drawing ☺️ They are the father and son ever. To me (please don't tag as ship!)

[mawrrbid]

Hi ! Idk if that request as been done before but Leander like that one trend :

It would be both cute and funny sxfhbrfth Anyways hope you rest well and you're doing better :D

Took a while, but here you go. <3 Kiss the mochi Leander.

[lillibuds]

another quick terzo study before bed

[shhhsoftnwet]

Who are you harassing this time, team leader Shin?

[ruiniel]

May I ask for,

4.)kiss where it hurts

With glorfindel recieving from a female s/o?

He's my current favorite golden boy

Thank you!

A familiar voice

Glorfindel x fem!reader | Count: 0.4K | Tags: Third Person, fluff, Glorfindel POV, Third Age

He opens his eyes and white light floods his senses. It infuses all. This is not Aman, not Mandos; not the silver of the endless snows they have faced on their trek.

“Glorfindel?”

A worried, slight, and all too familiar voice calls to him.

He knows the voice; he craves it and has longed for it in the drifting darkness. 

It would not be far-fetched for her to be an integral part of his illusions and wanton hallucinations, his dim and distant dreams. And yet, she never calls him Glorfindel in these dispersing strains of thought. She only uses his name in the straight and orderly planes of reality, usually in the gravest of situations.

His eyes flutter open and indeed Glorfindel sees her face, drawn and tired. She looks grieved. Why?

She heaves a sigh as he reaches to touch her cheek. “Finally,” she says, lowering her forehead to rest on his chest. Glorfindel feels her relief, weaved with ragged tendrils of fear, and memories are slow to spill over the blank canvas of his mind.

An ambush. The borders of Imladris. Outnumbered. Losses?... Nay, no losses. The guard pushed through enemies; he threw one sentry aside, he...

Glorfindel remembers a sharp stab of pain, but looking at his bare and bandaged chest, he sees no blood. He must’ve been lost to healing rest for a long while.

“Tell me,” he urges, still finding his voice as his hand runs through her hair; his fingers drift to her nape, trembling against her skin as she presses her cheek into him. “Please, remind me... what happened?”

His beloved raises her chin, touching his tousled hair fanned over the pillow. “You were pursuing a company of infiltrators on the outskirts, remember?” There is nothing but care and, he notices sadly, misery in her expression. Guilt brims at her anguish.

“I recall…” He closes his eyes and frowns.

“There were more of them than expected. Hannor would be gone if it wasn’t for you, but you …”

At that, her hand reaches for his right side, below his ribs. “You made it to Imladris riding your own horse, but…” She wavers, and her lip quivers. “Lord Elrond worked his magic well enough,” she forces a smile, but Glorfindel sees her throat bobbing, and feels remorse yet again for being the source of this turmoil. 

“I am well,” he comforts, and that is the truth of it, though a pale mist still drenches his mind. “Mended, even.”

She sighs in relief yet again, leans closer, and looks him in the eye. “Lord Glorfindel, I will send you back to the Halls myself if you keep doing this.” She jests, but he senses the distress in that clipped voice, the broken inflection of her words, the hectic cadence of her heart.

“Forgive me,” though it is all he succeeds before her lips silence him. 

“Later,” she soothes, breaking away, a glint in her eyes. “We’ll speak of it later.”

[moralton]

can you draw stephanie??? :)

stephanie!

[macaroni-stars]

Help. I haven't heard about SW for a long time, but one look at skysolo is enough to bring me back

THE WAY MY BRAIN GOES "OH YEAH, WE NEEDED JUST THIS"

I guess I can't escape them, huh (not that I mind)

I AM ALWAYS HAPPY TO PROVIDE 🥰🥰🥰🥰

And you are correct we NEEEDED this.👹

[fidgetspringer-art]

When you pick one too many fights and finally get some sense knocked into you.

[ghostlyclem]

THEY'RE HERE!

Happy 4/13 fellow homestuckers! To celebrate the occasion I've put my keychains up for sale!

Get one for yourself here!

(they're $15 each but if you buy them together it's only $25 woah)

[femmefeedist]

are there more pics of you in that holiday dress? Like in between shots to make a timeline of a growing greedy girl like you?

if you scroll back to Dec 31, 2022 on my tumblr page I posted a GIF in that dress and I believe that was a year after the first pic!

[butterfliesornauseous]

There’s an radio ad that’s been playing in stores where I live that’s like ‘this is the sound of your stomach before you eat so and so’ and it’s not like a little stomach growl it’s a long really drawn out one that doesn’t even sound like the normal stock sound effects, like it sounds like one of those recordings were they push the microphone into someone’s stomach so you can hear all the internal noises and oh my days playing in public as well ����🫣