Okay so I know Apriltello Day was over like two hours ago but I had this idea in my head and I just had to draw it. It’s so messy and I painted the background WAY too quickly but oh well…
I just really wanted to draw April and Donnie in a scene from my favorite romantic movie “When Harry Met Sally” (Drawing April in Meg Ryan’s 80s clothing was so much fun!)
Also I’m setting this in @theherocomplex’s “High as the Moon” AU verse where the Hamato Clan has become accepted by humanity and April and Donnie end up meeting in college. Because that AU is the best and everyone should read her fanfic about it!
So yeah, classes are over for the day so April and Donnie decided to get coffee and take a stroll through central park. Oh and I couldn’t resist sneaking in an argyle pattern on Donnie’s sweater vest ;)
I realise I didn’t get to post this one! This was a little Christmas present for my good friend @queequegg and her family. I decided to do something different and went with a more Spanish version of Christmas.
I know we’re in August, but… *pulls up stool by the fire* You see, children… In Spain, traditionally, only the Three Magical Kings brought kids presents, not Santa Clause. The latter (here called Papá Noel) only started getting popular with time because of foreign movies.
These three gentlemen are inspired on the original Christian myth, of the Eastern Kings that brought presents to baby Jesus. And so that’s why they kept tradition, and used their magic to bring presents to all the other children riding on their camels.
Melchor, the one with the white beard; Gaspar, the brunette; and Baltasar, the black king. Every January 5th, there are parades all over Spain, led by the Three Kings, where they throw free candy at the public.
Since Baltasar was always my favorite, I made Donnie dress up like him XD Leo is Melchor, because he’s the “big brother” and Mikey is Gaspar.
Raph didn’t want to dress up because it was “stupid”, so he gets to be the camel.
requested by anon <3 prompt;
Heyaa, can you maybe write a fic wherin Jughead Jones and the reader are friends for a few years now, and they are at Pop’s alone together and they just talk about their stories (in which the reader is also a writer if you know what I’m trying to say) and they just goof around? Sorry for the messy question. Love your blog!!
a/n; no spoilers pls. tbh gonna write a too tho
was the only place open this time of night, and you could not be more thankful.
The whole atmosphere was like form an old movie playing down at the Twilight Drive-in
– the neon lights that glimmered on your skin, some louder customers seated in
the back that for the life of them could not keep your voice down, an
occasional secret date, but most of what gave that vintage vibe was the pretty
yellow uniforms and cushion seats. Some dimmed down song played from the stereo. The
waitress set down your milkshake and with a happy grin you bit down on your red
the table sat Jughead Jones with his silly crooked hat and running his mouth to
no end. You were surprised when he approached you for an interview for the
schools newspaper, but even more surprised how talkative and passionate he
turned out to be once the conversation derailed to something more his type –
the Twilight Drive-In. And so you went, sharing stories of break-ins and
occasional theft of popcorn and soft drinks. The night drifted on as you spoke.
know, for what a nihilist you seem to be at school I never imagined you being
was going to say fun,” Your smile dimmed and you glanced down, “but I guess
approachable works too.” Jughead was quiet for a short while, eyeing the cherry
on the mountain of whip cream that rested on your drink.
sure why you’d put ‘Donny Darko’ and ‘fun’ in the same sentence,” There he was
with his dry humor again, “but thanks.”
happen to like Donny Darko.” You said slowly, catching his gaze, “One of my
favorite movies, to be exact. I wouldn’t exactly mind watching it again either.”
Jug gulped. “If you hadn’t… caught up yet I’m asking you out.”
He smiles- how can he not? He leans closer subconsciously, and casually puts an arm around you. He gets ready to tell you another joke, because he wants to hear you laugh for him again.
He freezes. Not only did your laughter give him LIFE, it was simultaneously the most goofiest and most beautiful thing he’s ever heard- period.
He gets so excited! You’re laughing at his joke! Success! He loves hearing you laugh because it’s so uplifting and fromnthe heart. After a stressful day, he’ll do anything to make you laugh because its a auditory antidepressant.
He tries to hide his smile under his palm, propping his elbow up with his other arm so he can just watch you laugh and undoubtedly add 20 years to his lifespan.
She laughs with you. Her arms are around you and she admires the melodiac tune and rythym to your laughter. The twinkle in your eyes makes her grin for an hour straight just thinking on it.