A Happy (Belated) Birthday present to fatcatfishdish!!! (She has a great Hannibal blog for anyone who’s into that show)
You’ve made my tumblr experience 3000% better and I hope to give as much to you. Thanks for being here. I wish you a life filled with kittens and happiness and health because I LOVE YOUUU
(Above are pictures of our ship, OCs Lucas and Sam, on one of their first dates. :3)
The following (really fluffy and refreshing) drabble is written by the talented fatcatfishdish (posted with permission):
“Great! I’ll pick you up at eleven.” The static on the other end of the line cuts off, soon replaced with an empty dial tone.
There. It’s done. Sam stares at his phone, now resting innocently in his lap. He imagines he can see Lucas on the other end of it, never mind that the connection is cut — Lucas, going about his day, performing mundane tasks that make his muscles ripple and bulge, a light sheen of sweat glistening over his skin in the early summer heat.
Sam shakes his head, ridding himself of his fantasies. They’d only gone out twice before, and the relationship is still too new for Sam to be so smitten. Lucas may seem perfect now, but it’s still possible that he has ulterior motives.
And so Sam erects a wall around his heart, impossibly tall and smooth, with only one way in. A sliver of hope, that he may find love yet, imperceptible to all but the keenest of eyes.
Sam had set his alarm for 7a.m. the night before, despite it being a weekend. It gives him under four hours to get ready for his third date with Lucas. He showers and shaves and spends far too much time trying to apply even layers of his base makeup. He checks his watch after he gives up and yells good enough at his reflection, only to find himself running half and hour late and with no time to make breakfast.
His stomach grumbles as he finishes up with powder, blush, and heavy black eyelashes. The eyelashes give him trouble, too, by stubbornly popping out at the corners and refusing to meld with his real ones. He gets it right, eventually, and cleans up the smears of glue around his eyes with some cotton buds and a gentle makeup remover. He swipes on a soft, rose coloured lipstick to finish off his makeup before covering his short hair with an auburn wig. He’s been growing it out for a few weeks already, but it’s still short enough that he doesn’t need to wear a wig cap.
Sam debates the pros and cons of putting his hair up in a bun. Either way, his hair curls around his face becomingly, softening his otherwise masculine features and adding a delicate air of serenity about him.
He decides on pinning it up, in case the wind blows and tries to tangle up the locks (or worse — blow the entire wig off his head).
Sam can’t pull dresses over his head as most girls do, due to his broad shoulders. Instead, he slips on a strapless, white lace dress by sliding it over his legs and hips and corset-clad torso. The texture of the lace hides the stiff, unyielding lines of his steel-boned corset, while at the same time softening and accentuating his new curves.
It’s not the most comfortable thing in the world, but the end results are more than worth it; a light yellow cardigan covers up his broad shoulders, and he knows it’s the best he’s looked in a dress so far.
The buzzer of his apartment sounds, drawing Sam back from his thoughts. He quickly grabs his purse, keys, and shoes before heading downstairs to meet Lucas.
On the way to the park, Sam’s stomach lets out an embarrassingly loud growl, reminding him of his skipped breakfast. He’d packed a small picnic lunch last night, consisting of sandwiches and some new cupcake flavours he’s trying out. There’s also a bottle of sparkling lemonade in there for when they get thirsty, perfectly chilled and not too sweet.
Sam’s stomach growls again, loud enough to draw Lucas’ attention. He gives Sam an amused look, eyebrow quirked and a smile teasing at the edges of his lips.
Sam blushes, and wants to kiss him.
“We’re almost there,” Lucas says. His eyes are an intense blue, holding Sam’s gaze with an unwavering stare. He looks like he wants to say something else, too, but they’re interrupted by a shrill scream as several unruly children run past. They’re gone as quickly as they came, but it doesn’t matter. The moment is over, and they continue onwards to their destination simply holding hands.
They arrive at a great old oak that sits near the middle of the park; half its branches overlook a nearby pond, and the other half casts a large shadow over soft, dewy grass. The location is quiet, sequestered between reeds and bushes and far from the paved pathways. There are no screaming children or barking dogs, only the sound of running water and rustling leaves, and the occasional duck.
Lucas spreads a soft blanket over a patch of grass in the shade while Sam starts unloading their food. It’s a relatively simple meal, but Lucas is vocal enough in his appreciation that Sam blushes again. Lucas declares it the best sandwich he’s ever had, and a part of Sam preens in delight.
The rest of the day is spent with easy companionship; Sam finds himself laughing more in this one day than he has for the past several years, and Lucas finds as many excuses as possible to touch him.
By the end of it, Sam finds himself sitting in Lucas’s lap, his hair falling loose around his face. Lucas runs his hands through it, over and over, pressing chaste kisses along his jawline and down his neck. It’s distracting enough that Sam doesn’t even notice Luke’s hand creeping underneath his dress until Luke is tracing small circles high up on his upper thigh.
—- THe END
I love this the dog is like awkwardly wagging his tail like he’s happy but doesn’t really know what’s going on I love this so much
School is starting, and I’m at this critical point in my life where I need to seriously start acting on my goals for the future.
Continuing to do art at the rate I am is not an option anymore, so my output will be considerably decreased in the next few months.
I have many many good reblogs saved in my drafts, so you’ll be getting mostly marvel, dreamworks, disney, and cute animals reblogs for a while. I may still draw, but only every once in a while. Needless to say, I will be on less as well.
Commissions will be closed indefinitely; I may open again during Christmas break, but that is not certain. Thank you very much to those who commissioned me this past half year; it’s been a really great pleasure to do all these different ideas I would never have otherwise thought of myself.
I also will not be doing any requests at the moment.
A lot of you are starting school too, and I wish all of us the best of luck!!! Thank you so much for being with me so far!
im like pre stress stressed like im stressed about the stress that i will b stressed about 4 school……………..education is magical
I See Fire (Kygo Remix) - Ed Sheeran
You’ll definitely want to listen to this!
This remix is seriously majestic and brings out the best of the already beautiful acoustics. Enchanting.
TEXT: whenever i see this artwork (at above), i can’t help to imagin that (at bottum)…
Commissioned by Vahisa - a Thorki Proposal
The last one was the one the commissioner decided on, but I felt all four looked good on its own, so I posted them. Hope you all like
Commissioned by hoardefrost - Loki holding calla lilies
An illustration for the lovely fanfiction Splendor Solis:
"Thor," Loki called to him from the kitchen. "I don’t remember putting these on the list." He turned around with an armful of calla lilies, amusement dancing in his green eyes. He looked stunning, dressed head-to-toe in his preferred black, the graceful stems cradled in his arms. A black-polished nail absently stroked a white bloom."
ok so i was watching this gif carefully
and when i first saw it i was like “aww Nat jumping into steve’s lap that’s so cute she’s like AHH STEVE SAVE ME” and then i was thinking ‘well she probably realized he’s way stronger than she is and could help shield her if they crashed’
but then i kept watching it and i noticed how she immediately pulls him forward
and first i thought it was the momentum of her jump but you can clearly see in the gif how she gets settled (quickly) THEN pulls him close to her
and then i realized
that is a bullet hole.
Nat somehow knew EXACTLY where Steve was gonna get shot at, jumped up into his seat, and saved him
Natasha Fucking Romanoff
she didn’t just jump in the front to save steve, tws shot at her first
she also pushed sam away from the bullet bc she knew he’s next
all of this in the span of 3 seconds how fast do u think her brain works i mean DAMN