Let's say the boyband have been buried under their work and haven't had time to go home. When they finally do return to their s/os, how would they react to finding their s/os sleeping, curled up around a piece of their clothing?
this is such a sweet ask, thank you so much for sending it in! I tried something new here, but I hope you still like these short, fluffy reactions from our boys <3
Slowly, the door creaked open as he stepped inside. Your home was quiet, the smell of you swimming through the air. It was another late night for him, his duties keeping him from you for much longer than he would have liked. His legs moved unconsciously, carrying him across the house in a tired daze. He didn’t expect to find you, asleep, clutching his clothing as light snores escaped your mouth.
A soft smile spread across his lips as he went to you, slumped against your maple headboard in what he assumed was an attempt to keep yourself awake. A novel had slipped from your grasp, seeking refuge on the duvet covering your bed. You had replaced the book with his jacket, gripping it with white knuckles as you held it close. Your breaths were deep, inhaling his scent, exhaling the worries you harbored for your chosen king.
In his mind, he cursed the constant council meetings and paperwork. He hated Ignis for making him stay. He hated himself for not pushing harder to leave.
Gentle hands brought themselves around your back as he lowered you into bed. He laid your head to rest on your pillow, laughing to himself when you nuzzled your cheek into his palm. Carefully, he tucked himself in by your side, resting one arm protectively over your stomach.
With a sigh, you smiled. Your hands released the jacket. You leaned into him.
Sherwin admires popular local vigilante “The Scapegoat”, and decides to become the “Cream Cavalier” to fight alongside him! With Sherwin’s telekinesis powers and Jonathan’s martial arts, will they be able to restore peace to the sleepy little town of Newgate?
Thank you DragoArt.com for pose references, and @brocsox for encouraging me to post these!
There was a little joke going around the fandom awhile back (how far back? Who knows? I’ve been in this fandom for so long.) when some of the male actors on The 100 were discussing height. Bob made the statement that Bellamy was six feet tall. One of the other guys (Ricky Whittle?) objected, saying, “Hey, Bob, you’re not six feet.” And Bob replied, with a smirk, “No, but Bellamy is.”
Big laughs all around, as well as chuckles, no doubt, from everyone who read about the exchange on Tumblr or elsewhere.
I was reminded of that today as I was looking at probably my thousandth gif of Bellamy as well as some great pictures of Bob from the Toronto con. Reminded of how much Bob is able to transform himself to become Bellamy.
Hair and makeup are a given, of course, as with any actor. And by now, his famous “Bellamy voice” is the stuff of fandom legend. But Bob is somehow magically able to take that trasformation even further.
Take the height thing. Several years ago, when I first started watching this show, it was almost impossible to find out such information about the relatively unknown Aussie actor Bob Morley. What I did find, listed in centimeters, converted to about five-ten or eleven. I was shocked, because I was sure that Bellamy was at least six feet tall.
But today, while looking at those pictures, it occurred to me that the lovely and laid-back Bob Morley tends to slouch a bit when he’s standing or walking. But not Bellamy Blake. Hell, no! That serious-minded, overburdened guy stands ramrod straight whether he’s giving a speech, running through the forest, or just at his usual place standing next to Clarke.
And, yeah, I suppose there are boots, and camera angles, but still. I doubt many actors can successfully give the illusion of adding a couple of extra inches to their height. So, rock on, Bob!
a sip of the freshly squeezed orange juice, you smile at the servant.
wonderful, thank you.”
there’s anything else you want, don’t hesitate to call, my lady,”
the young man responds with a little bow. “The
Chancellor has instructed to make sure you have everything you might
quite happy with this,” you reply, taking a look at the breakfast
spread the servant has brought in, big enough for four people. It has
everything from pastries to porridge, from scrambled eggs to fruit
salad. Over-compensating a little, are we Ardyn?
bodyline l589 has so much potential but is so… awful as it’s marketed.
i managed to snag it for cheap off of lacemarket so i decided to give it a makeover. that cumbersome corset absolutely had to go. and i salvaged the buttons from the corset (which were sewn on upside down for some reason anyway???) and added them to the bodice of the actual dress. threw in a quick ribbon belt to tie everything together.
i really like bodyline’s more recent attempts at classic but some of them are so terribly misguided.