this is my first rough animation so if you guys have any tips or so please feel free to tell me (I know I can just google animation tutorials but I feel like there things that they don't tell you)
Alastor: *watching Lucifer flail around in the morning, horribly late* mmm I know you don’t possess any dignity whatsoever but now, this is truly unbecoming of you, Your Majesty
Lucifer: well, maybe I wouldn’t be so late if someone didn’t eat my alarm clock three days ago
Alastor: oh, for the last time— I didn’t eat your clock! You threw it at the wall when half-asleep, it shattered on impact and I simply happened to be around so I cleaned it up!
Lucifer: mhm. sounds exactly like something someone who ate my fucking alarm clock would say
Seven Several Sentence Sunday (Ren’s birthday fic edition!)
Thank you for the tags @princessfbi @daffi-990 @rewritetheending @bigfootsmom and hAPPY BIRTHDAY @renecdote <33 because it’s definitely still the 10th and not the 11th right now adjdksk 👀 maybe I’ll finish this fic by next year???
Buck’s sitting on the side of the firetruck when the ambulance pulls back up. He’s perched precariously on the step beneath the hydrant intake, shivering under the foil blanket that Bobby had given him just moments earlier.
Beyond the headlights, if Buck squints past the ache of his concussion, he can see Hen in the driving seat. But she doesn’t even get the chance to come to a complete stop before the passenger side door swings open, and out jumps Eddie—diving into a sprint to get to Buck’s side.
“Hey,” is all that comes to mind, and Buck whispers it as steadily as he can to keep his teeth from visibly chattering after his unscheduled muddy slip’n’slide left him lying in a flooded ditch. In the middle of the night. In winter.
Eddie doesn’t respond—not with words at least—but he crouches down in front of Buck; a concerned frown already etched into the space between his eyebrows. Buck gives him a lopsided smile to try and ease the tension there. It nearly works.
“I’m okay,” he insists, and the scoff Eddie lets out is every bit as exhausted as it is desperately affectionate.
He reaches up to cradle the back of Buck’s neck, leaning forward to press a tender kiss to his forehead.
“You’re freezing,” Eddie reminds him softly before pulling away just enough to shirk off his own turnout coat and drape it over Buck’s shoulders.
The foil blanket crinkles under the weight, but all Buck can focus on is the lingering warmth that comes from the remnants of Eddie’s body-heat as it’s tucked around him, and the pull of sleep that he’s been fighting back for so long grows ever stronger now that his husband has arrived.
& I’ll taaaag a bunch of you lovelies because I haven’t done any tagging for a bit: REN THE BIRTHDAY BEAN of course aaaand @homerforsure @lovebuck @fcntasmas @hopeintheashes @fleurdebeton @thisissirius @kananjarus @buttercupbuck @thekristen999 @nymika-arts @extasiswings @like-the-rest-of-la @queenklu @capseycartwright @henswilsons @hattalove @kitkatpancakestack @glorious-spoon @clusterbuck @tripleaxeldiaz @buckactuallys @shortsighted-owl and @littlespoonevan :) mWAH 😘