When you give two theatre kids the roles of their lives(this might be the dumbest thing I've drawn, I kept thinking about Morticia and Gomez)
Context: what if Zuko joined Gaang in BSS and hes the only one who knows shit about the fire nation so he's the co-parent but Ozai's got a hit out for him so mother of one is the least sus role(he's totally not going to draw inspiration from his mommy issues).
Hey guys! This is a parody blog, and honestly I have absolutely no clue what I'm doing. My partner (@real-hottopic) convinced me to do this, so thanks to them :3!
for when a parent's heart has finally settled in peace:
when thranduil sees legolas for the first time since his son's trip for imladris and, there after, a suicide mission deadly quest to mordor in order to destroy the one ring — the realm is in ruins after the local battle but the woods, their woods, are freely breathing again. the hope is here, the life is back pulsing through the veins of the nature and the blood that was spilled is almost covered by freshly sprouted grass.
the grass that legolas lands on dismounting from his horse before the doors of his kingdom that he haven't seen flourishing in a long time. for a moment he is scared to go in, past the familiar gates and familiar halls of his childhood and teenage years. he had been at war for way too long. does he even remember what it feels like to be at peace?
disbelieving eyes follow him as he walks in, whispers surround his head like a swarm but he doesn't stop to greet his friends, doesn't share stories right from the threshold. legolas just wants to reach the throne hall, as soon as possible, and see the one whom he always wanted to reach, to help, to be good enough to —
legolas?! and the gasp behind his back is too choked, too heavy in the suddenly stilled air around him, that legolas is terrified to turn around. they both are.
legolas doesn't think he can handle the way his absence affected his father.
thranduil is scared he mistook someone else for the only child that he has.
it happens fast and legolas didn't have to make a decision himself as thranduil walks up to him, grabs his elbow, turns him around and legolas can't even process everything as frantic apologies start spilling from his lips. that's the most heartbroken legolas has seen his father in his not-so-long-for-elvish-standards life. but thranduil does not answer. he stares, his usually cold bluish-grey eyes jumping over legolas' face as if trying to force the brain to believe, convince those grieving soul and mind that legolas is actually here and seemingly undamaged. legolas is alive, breathing and talking and grasping his shoulders as this simple thought pulls the ground from under his feet.
you're alive... thranduil sobs out as hysteria violenty rocks through his body. alive... he tugs legolas down at the fall, pulls him into a hug so tight legolas coughs but doesn't try to get away from it. he needs it probably just as much as thranduil does.
we won, ada, he whispers into his father's usually strong and steady shoulder that was shaking now, we are free...
thranduil barely hears him, holding his son's head close, nuzzling his hair that were braided just the way he did legolas' hair before the trip to imladris.
i am so sorry, ada.
legolas feel the sudden need to pull back, wants to look at his father for a moment, but thranduil refuses, taking in the warmth of his son's body. so real, so alive.
i am so happy you're home, my little one. thank you for coming back.
they don't know how long they sit there, on the floor in the throne hall where thranduil caught legolas after coming back form his annual check up over injured and scared elves, but the dust is dancing in the air, the birds are singing familiarly somewhere up high in the canopies and it's quiet. calm. legolas is finally back. he's home.
and the father's arms will refuse to let him go for quite awhile.
A little snippet of the lestappen WIP I’m working on :)
Hello hello,
I could not get the idea out of my head of Max finding a kitten somewhere and then I just started writing?
Here’s a little snippet:
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Charles groaned and ran his hand through his messy hair, what was he going to do with this man? How was he going to break it to Max that they couldn’t keep Charlie or Percival or whatever Max wanted to call the adorable kitten that now stared at him with his big blue eyes.
Max put the tiny cat down on the bed and it immediately went to explore the blankets.
‘You’re going to tell me we can’t keep him, aren’t you?’ Max asked as he sat down on the mattress, his eyes tracking every move the kitten made.
Charles sighed and sat down next to him.
‘You know we can’t, babe. We’re traveling all the time and I don’t think it fair to him, do you? Aren’t cats usually bad with change?’ Charles said softly, hoping to get through to Max that it was not a good idea to keep the tiny cat.
‘I’ve seen cats on instagram that travel with their owners all the time,’ Max protested. ‘He’s young, can we at least try to see if he minds the traveling?’
Did some color comps in copics to get the color scheme I was going for down. Now doing the same comp but with watercolor to get the colors down and practice. On hotpress watercolor.
I'm working on a Joel Miller fic where Tommy accidentally finds the reader twelve years after the outbreak and now he's all touchy-feely with her. Why? What are you doing, Tommy? She was Joel's fiance before the whole mess.