i was showing a friend of mine all the wttt art i had done over the past year and so i was like seeing how awful some of the drawings looked now that i got that weird orange filter on my computer fixed and i was DEBATING on going through each drawing and fixing the skin tones and just the overall saturation but that's a TON of work also. so like waugh
like its so much work but i don't want people scrolling thru my art and thinking I'm drawing all the states pale and white on purpose like fr some of them look like vampires its so crazy
i guess i just have to draw with better colors from now on but like MAN bc i drew a TON in december and so all of those drawings have wonky colors and skin tones and i only caught the issue for the last like three drawings TwT
i have no clue where this little ramble was going but yeah :') it just sucks that huge surge in drawings looks so terrible bc of my stupid SCREEN.
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Wibble, an anon in @heroesbyler blog was talking about the possibility of Virginia csa'd Henry. Maybe you, @aemiron-main and @laozuspo would like to check it.
oh yeah i saw that earlier today i think!! i’m not sure if james or em have already commented on it and i know em is working on a thing rn that has to do with what you’re talking about
i’m gonna be honest, i tend to be very off base when it comes to understanding the creel family and the undertones it has so i don’t know how helpful i’d be in that conversation. I’ve noticed surface level stuff and i have a couple thoughts about how virginia and owens and brenner are connected through henry but i think there’s things i’m just not seeing in that stuff, not because they aren’t there but i just haven’t seen them explained maybe? once i learn more from the people more familiar with the creels i’ll probably be able to give some proper thoughts on it though!!
thanks for dubbing me as someone you’d want to reach out for thoughts :)
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She huffs lightly when she hears the low growl of the familiar soldier in the room next door, followed by her nurse griping and trying to work with him. Entering behind, she lays a hand on the woman’s shoulder. “Go on, Paula, I got him,” she says with a smile and Paula practically screams in relief as she leaves the exam room.
She gives him a fond smile. “Now, Lieutenant, what have I said about antagonizing my nurses?”
He scowls at her. “I don’t like ‘em.”
“I know but I still need you to be kind when they’re simply trying to do their jobs.”
“I don’t like anyone touchin’ me but you.” He’s still scowling behind his mask, holding his side where she can see the black material stained a darker color.
“Well aren’t I special,” she murmurs, closing the exam room door before walking over. “You know the drill.”
He lifts his sweatshirt wordlessly along with the t-shirt he’s got underneath and she sighs at the sight of a cut about four inches long riding up his ribs.
“Do I even want to know how?” She asks.
“Trainin’ with Soap,” he mutters. “‘e’s a slippery lit’le bastard when ‘e needs to be.”
She snorts and goes about pulling on a pair of latex gloves before she begins to clean his wound with antiseptic. He doesn’t make a sound though she knows it stings like a bitch and the only show of irritation from him is the way his muscle ripple beneath her touch.
“I thought I said not to get wounded anymore.”
“Didn’t listen,” he simply shrugs.
“If I had half a mind, I’d assume you did this on purpose so you could come see me.”
He rolls his eyes. “Don’t flatter you’self. I don’t like you that much.”
A laugh escapes her as she checks the depth, ultimately deciding on a few stitches for his wound. “Oh I know you like me plenty, Simon.”
Simon.
She only says his name in privacy when no one can hear them. He hates the way his chest feels funny, sternum scratchy with an itch he can’t get to.
“‘S Lieutenant,” he retorts.
“Of course, of course,” she hums. “My most sincerest apologies, Lieutenant Riley.”
He scowls again but that itch returns when she begins to stitch his wound carefully.
After a few minutes, she sets the clipped thread down and admires her handiwork. “All done, sweetheart,” she says with a gentle smile and wipes it carefully before putting a bandage on it. “Don’t get it wet and—”
“Keep it dry and clean,” he finishes. “I know.”
She laughs and pokes the nose to his mask. “Maybe one day you will learn.”
She watches as he redresses himself before standing, waving off the bottle of pills she hands to him.
“Don’t need ‘em.”
“It’s just some ibuprofen, Lieutenant.”
“Don’t need ‘em,” he repeats with a growl and she rolls her eyes.
“You are so stubborn for no reason,” she says and places her hands on her hips. “And after all the care I just gave you.”
He looks at her for a solid moment before he leans over and kisses her cheek through his mask. “Thank you, love,” he mutters. “For takin’ care of me.”
She goes uncharacteristically quiet, cheeks getting hot and he smirks at her.
“Ain’t got nothin’ to say? Cat got your tongue?”
She glares at him half-heartedly. “Get out of my clinic, Lieutenant.”
As he heads for the door, he pauses and looks at her. “It’s Simon, to you.” He says, and closes the door behind him.
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