Did you know I love hats so much
I love characters with hats, I love hats irl, I want a hat collection, hats are literally so cool, I want to learn how to make hats.
Hats.
I should learn how to draw hats better. Right now I hate drawing them with a passion because they're so cool to look at but angles are difficult.
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"Are the Robins child soldiers" It depends. If the story is super serious and into exploring complex morality and grounded from reality's standards, then yes. If the story is lighthearted, made for children, fluff, etc., then no. If it's somewhere in the middle, it might depend.
If an author wants to write a story seriously delving into the fucked up-ness of children fighting criminals, they can, and if you don't like it, you can read something else.
If an author wants to write a fun story about villains and heroes featuring Robin in a world where that's not an issue, they can, and if you don't like it, you can read something else.
If an author wants to write a serious story but not apply IRL-logic to Robin, they can, and if you don't like it, you can read something else.
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So.
Act 5, huh?
Oh, and that.
"You can start breakdown now."
Finished the game couple of days ago and had some thoughts I needed to process a little. Like. Yes.
So anyway I actually didn't plan this and just wanted to redraw some sprites to just make sure I understand how to draw Siffrin correctly (still working on that!)
What did I learn from this? How fun it it to draw on a canvas that literally doesn't let you draw with colors without some layer cheating when necessary. Never tried it.
The beans. Sleeping beans.
Basically what happens when you want to sleep AND draw. Draw characters sleeping on your behalf.
Doesn't help, but at least it's cute.
I have no idea what was going on in my mind as I drew this. Feels like a fever dream of 'I want to sleep' at 4 am and 'Hm...' of thinking random things
Also that phone craft sign. Still too funny to imagine. I had to.
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I like the idea that Cross realised Killer was touchstarved (he didn't have the words for it but he noticed how much Killer would settle down from it) and started giving him very small basic affection. Pat on the back, hand on the shoulder, maybe a quick friendly hug, all things he probably learned through royal guard training and thinks of as normal friend/coworker stuff.
But as they both got more comfortable in the routine of it, Killer started instigating touches and he was not shy about it (like not just leaning into Cross's side during movie night, he looks like he's trying to get into Cross's jacket with him)
And that this more intense affection made Cross realise he might also be just a little bit touchstarved
Bonus:
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F/O holding you tightly. F/O nuzzling against one of your cheeks. F/O squishing you like a stuffed animal. F/O chuckling into your ear. F/O getting cozy with you. F/O being all snuggly with you.
Do not start imagining it or you might not be able to stop picturing F/O cuddles!
Proship/Comship do not interact please!
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Ghost and jealousy? Like u hate me tf r u jealous about bitch and he’s like the silent jealous mf type
𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔-𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉-𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒕𝒔 (18+) || 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔-𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉-𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒕𝒔
You’re a catch, too – liked by everybody, getting along with others easily. Charming; that's something Simon can't fucking comprehend. Because you get offers from people who're willing to take their shot with you (flowers, love notes, prospective dates), and every time you bring a new person's name up, he just has a creative insult to off-handedly sling: oh, that wanker?
And Simon—god, Simon is so fed up. Don't they know you’re a man-eater? He doesn't see it, doesn't get it at all. But he doesn't intervene, tells himself not to get involved because that would mean admitting that he's holding a torch for you, which is absolutely not the case. So he just seethes, quietly; he's the picture of stoicism and indifference. Of course he is. Not even remotely affected.
But then, a bold fucking rookie. Private what's-his-name. Not even important enough to register on Simon's radar so it catches him off-guard when he finds out that you have a date – showing up to Simon's room after he messages you for a fast fuck, in a dress and all done up in a way that's clearly not for him. And you impatiently tell him that you have to leave in 20 minutes.
He doesn't make this quick. In fact, it's the slowest that he fucks you, ravages you until you’re late. Hickeys all over your chest that can't be covered by the cut of your dress, makeup and hair ruined. There's a mess between your thighs, and he's bloody smug because he knows that while you’re on your date, the only thing on your mind is going to be him and how sore he made your cunt.
Simon doesn't say it. He doesn't have to. Everything he did to you already says enough: mine. And he just has a sardonic smile on his face and bids you farewell with a 'Have fun.'
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Sirius: Why do you only have like 4 friends?
Regulus: The less friends I have the more money I save.
Sirius: ....but we're rich?
Regulus: Saves my time too.
Sirius huffs: admit it, you're just shit at making friends
Regulus rolling his eyes: I can make friends just fine.
Sirius: sure you can
Regulus: fuck you-
*endless bickering*
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