✂️ if ur still doing them ahh :00 (its aleesha pngpotpies omg theyre so pretty im in awe!!)
I made you one for your main blog and one for your art blog because you are just so awesome, Aleesha! I also made them gifs to give them a little flare in case you want to use them as headers (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
Send me a ✄ and I’ll write your URL in my handwriting.
Aelin hummed as she felt Rowan’s rough, calloused hands caress her back. His fingertips trailed the length of her spine from top to bottom slowly, breaking contact from her skin to reach back up and begin again. Her eyes remained closed, though, as she basked in the warmth of the blankets and the ease of the morning. Neither of them had to be anywhere until mid-day at the earliest. They could stay in bed and lounge like lazy cats as long as their hearts desired. Rowan’s warm breath fanned across her face, telling her he’d shifted closer. Lashes flickering open, Aelin gazed up at her husband and snuggled closer to his chest. Even though she was the one with an affinity for fire and its warmth, she loved the heat that Rowan always seemed to radiate. Looking at his lips, Aelin stretched up to kiss him. It was sweet and tender and made her toes curl beneath the sheets. Pulling away, she hummed in barely restrained triumph when she saw Rowan’s brow furrowed with concentration. His eyes remained closed for several more seconds as his mind caught up to the pleasure coursing through his body.
Slowly, his green eyes opened, and through half lidded eyes he whispered, “Please,” his voice was hoarse, and Aelin knew it wasn’t from sleep. Licking his lips, he continued, “kiss me again.” Not needing to be asked twice, Aelin leaned in and captured his mouth with hers. Smiling into the kiss, Aelin swept her tongue out to gently brush against Rowan’s lower lip. Rowan moaned, his whole body trembling, and granted her access. Their tongues met, slow and surely, without any rush or without any care. Their need for air arose, making them break the kiss. They remained close, however, their foreheads pressed together and their short breaths intermingling. Bringing his hand up, Rowan brushed his thumb over her cheek bone. “Fireheart,” he hummed, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose.
Raising her own hand to intertwine her fingers with his own, Aelin gave his hand a squeeze, “Buzzard.” Laughing, Rowan leaned in and kissed her again.
The buzz of my phone woke me up out of a dead sleep, the first decent sleep I had gotten in a full week and with an overly frustrated grumble, I reached over to my nightstand to blindly grab at my phone.
My stare was still blurry, infused with irritation as I blinked out the sleep but it didn’t take me more than a split second before my body was shooting up in my bed. All the air forced its way out of my slackened mouth in a gasp as I froze; my wide eyes glazing over as they read his texts again and again. No, I thought to myself, oh God please no.
@violetjersey that’s a lovely one! Should preface this by saying I’m not much more knowledgeable about the solar system than Sherlock is though…eh, I’ll make it work lol! Ok here goes…
Sherlock gazed to his right, mesmerized by the way her lips moved rapidly and eyes shone as she explained the particulars of the way the planets moved around the…the sun? Well, it didn’t matter much. Her mouth slowed a bit so he quickly stepped in again with a prompt.
“And what about that one?” he asked softly, pointing upward so she could follow his gaze.
“Oh right, that’s Pluto.” She smiled at him and laughed as she went on. “You see, some years ago a controversy began when…”
Sherlock fell back into his trance of watching her rattle off every bit of information she could offer. After a few moments, he reached over and threaded their fingers together, which made her stop short and give him a shy smile.
“Go on,” he whispered. “I’m listening.”
What Molly didn’t quite realize yet was that Sherlock was listening to something far deeper than facts about the solar system. In this peaceful setting, he could finally hear the truth which had been hidden away for so long. All of a sudden…it was deafeningly clear.
(I’ve seen this in many blogs, so I wanted to do that too. There are so many of them I love in this community, but I can’t draw fan art for them all, so I will do around 10 illustrations for the ones that inspire me the most)
(The first one shown is, of course, @marshie-daily . Every time I am able to see their gorgeous art I, well, I can’t explain exactly how it makes me feel. It is so beautiful. But one thing is sure: that art is goals. The colors, the style (and mod is so nice and kind), I don’t know, I love everything about that blog.
German fan here and honestly I really hope some of the Ducktales team see your doodle comics! partly because it might give them a sense of how integrated Gladstone is in a lot of our childhoods and hearts in a much bigger sense than the Barks comics allow for- not that they are bad I adore his comics, but I fear they may be mistakenly limiting character potential due to loyalty
Oh gosh, thanks man I don’t know if they will/have or what I’d make of it if they did, but I do feel the same way. Carl Barks material is absolutely wonderful and I’ll not say a word against him or his stories, but I do agree that there could be a severe pitfall awaiting writers in not allowing for any evolution or emotional development of characters outside of his works. Having said that we don’t really know yet what the new Ducktales take is going to be on Gander or any of the characters, and while a cautious optimism may be best I don’t want to go anticipating it with a negative attitude. Right now I’m just expecting it to be ‘its own thing’, and whatever happens I’m excited for the new show and hope the team making it are having a good time!
Before every operation, Lance had this brief moment of panic.
Will I never come back?
Will one of my friends not come back?
Will I ever see my family again?
All of his regrets would twirl around his mind, weaving in and out of his thoughts until he could practically hear himself speak them.
He regretted not becoming closer with Pidge before being ejected into space. He regretted calling himself Keith’s rival when he wanted so much more. He regretted not being the teammate Shiro wanted, or Allura for that matter. He regretted not being a better best friend to Hunk.
He regretted that he didn’t get to say goodbye to his family.
Before hopping into Blue, sometimes he wondered if he should tell his team goodbye. Just in case. Tell them to make it out of the battle alive, tell them to go home and see his family. Tell his family Lance loved them with all of his heart.
He would open his mouth, to say what he wanted to say. How much he admired Shiro, Allura, Coran. How much he cared about Hunk. How much he wanted for Pidge. How much he admired, cared about, and wanted the universe for Keith.
Then he would slam his mouth shut, make a comment about seeing them on the other side, and hurry to Blue.
Something felt different this time. Big fight, hundreds of fighters and hundreds of battle cruisers. He knew they’d fought worse, but he didn’t want to have even more regrets…
…just in case.
He turned to search for the team, words brimming against his lips. They had already gotten to their lions, except Keith, who adjusted his armor.
“Keith!” Lance called.
Keith turned to him, curiously. Lance breathed in, out. He would get his words across.
“If I don’t make it out of this one, tell my family I said goodbye,” he requested. “And tell the team how much I care about them.”
Keith’s eyes widened. “What are you talking about?” he asked, horror lacing his voice. “What do you mean, not make it out? Lance, you aren’t going to die.”
Lance laughed nervously. “Oh, yeah. I know. But, like, it doesn’t hurt to play it safe, you know?”
Keith hurried to him, eyes frantic. He grabbed Lance’s shoulders, shaking lightly. “You will make it out. You’ll see the team again, and your family. I promise. I couldn’t take it if something happened to you.”
Lance’s eyes widened in surprise. “Keith-”
Keith furiously pulled Lance towards him, slamming their lips together. It wasn’t a sweet kiss by any means, it was furious and terrified and desperate. Yet somehow, it was perfect.
Lance could barely breathe, and Keith pulled away before he could kiss back. Keith licked his lips, looking away with red cheekbones.
“This isn’t goodbye,” Keith said, determined. “If you go down, I’ll go down with you. The whole team will.”
Lance was frozen, limbs numb and unmoving. When he could finally piece thoughts together, he murmured, “I…yeah, okay.”
And with a gentle smile, a genuine smile, Keith stepped away to go to his Lion.
@district3-jj here’s another one of your suggestions. your other one has already been written by me, hope you like this one too!
#222: aaron blushes whenever someone compliments robert when they’re out. once they were in the supermarket in town and aaron was watching him pick out some fruit, he felt a squeeze to his arm and turned to see an old lady smiling at him and telling him that he was lucky to have a ‘looker’ like robert. he just nodded, cheeks going all red and waited for her to leave before he whispered, “yeah i really am” and caught robert wink at him before walking back over.
Aaron hates food shopping in general. He’s impatient when it comes to picking out what’s best and he usually just grabs the cheapest thing he can get.
Robert’s different though, of course he’s different.
“Mate, can we just get out of here now.” Aaron’s moaning, feels like a child and Robert doesn’t even raise an eyebrow anymore because he’s used to this, he’s expecting a little tantrum after the fifteen minute mark ticks by.
“I’m just looking for the humus I like.” Robert says, humming a little to himself as he looks back at Aaron and sees his husband give him this little stubborn nod. Robert smiles, comes a little closer to Aaron and then he’s pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.
“And before ya say anything, it’s the one with the little olive bits, not just the usual stuff."
Aaron smiles a little at that, Robert knows him so well it’s a joke.
He lets him go, lets his husband wander off down the isle looking aimlessly for this Finest Range humus which probably cost five quid and tastes like shit.