“We all have one thing in common - we want to be loved for who we are. We need to celebrate our differences. For instance, I’m gay. I’m not bragging about it but I’ve always been afraid to say it and I’m not anymore. I want this place to be a safe space where everyone feels free to be themselves. Welcome to Degrassi.”
I was feeling very inspired for Mettaton today, so I decided I would do a Mettaton sketch request lightning round (much like the request pile I took just the other day). I got a lot of funny requests and some that were just nice to get to draw, and this was overall an enjoyable experience.
And now, without further ado, sit back, relax, and bask in his beauty.
I knew this was going to come in at least once.
who will win
I don’t think saying no is a good idea, Burgerpants
He looks so proud of himself
FOUR HUNDRED TRILLION BONUS POINTS FOR YOU!!!!!!!!!!! I need more of these cousins in my life
I actually like some dubstep tho
The band’s all here!!✨
I don’t even know if he would know where to put it
this was going to be serious and then I kinda just…
I had so much fun doing this, and getting to draw Mettaton was a treat. Thank you so much to everyone who sent in a request for the lightning round!! I’ll have to do more of these in the future.✨
The’s one for @lunathewolfwarrior ; so like, buddy, hope u like it, I’m sorry for not killing Keith but I’m weak so yeah.
The scenario is simple, kay? Based on the titanic’s scene so hey, there it is!
Contains: Hurt/Comfort, slight angst?, Klance, NO ONE DIES OK? Pre-relationship but they are close and mushy, idk man, I told u, there is no logic whatsoever. They were pining and now they are not!
*Twirls fringer* On to the fic already. Enjoy.
Lance puffs another breath and his mouth twitches upward when the faint warm smoke reminds him of ‘dragon breath’, as his nephew would call it.
His not-so-smile drops when another dragon breath comes and mingles with his own, this one fainter and weaker.
Lance’s eyes fall on Keith’s in an instant.
“K-Keith.” He calls quietly, jaw trembling and lower lip quivering along, “K-Keith, come on. It’s - It’s my turn.”
Keith huffs one more time before he shakes his head, shifting in the slightest on the edge of the wooden plank Lance’s laying on top of before tightening his grip on Lance’s hand.
“I’m – I’m okay.” Keith replies after a few seconds in silence, softly and small, “I’m okay, L-Lance.”
He’s not. Lance can see the way his jaw tenses, trying in vain to stop his teeth from clattering. His lips are blue, taking a shade of purple around the corners. His eyelids drop every few seconds, making Lance’s heart to skip a beat every time his eyes stay close for more than a two ticks.
Lance can see the way their intertwined hands shake but he doesn’t feel a thing.
He can’t feel his hand. He can’t feel Keith’s squeeze on his fingers as he tries uselessly to warm him up or the soft brush of Keith’s thumb on the top of his hand.
There’re no more shivers running down his spine, the icy temperature around them taking its hold on them and it doesn’t help that they are not able to get out of the freezing water, thermic suits damaged earlier and no other way to provide warm but with each other’s bodies.
Lance whimpers quietly, staring helplessly at Keith’s lower body being hidden by the dark waters below them. He leans forward until his forehead bumps against the wooden plank’s surface before raising his eyes once again to meet Keith’s tired ones.
“Keith, pl-please.” Lance pleads, trying to catch the black haired man attention by moving their hands a little, “We - We agreed on switching places – You can’t just – You need –”
“Hey.” Keith cuts off, gently and softly, “Your leg i-is still wo-wounded. We need it above the - the surface to -to avoid in- infection, ok-okay? We -We agreed on that.”
Lance shakes his head, eyes bright and desperate. “I-I didn’t – You never said any -anything about you staying on - on the water, Ke - Keith.”
Half of their armor was gone, the thin black suit underneath barely doing any comfort to their cold bodies. Lance had demanded for both of them to be on the only available floating surface around them.
Keith had refused at first, saying that Lance’s leg needed more room and keep it from jolting it too much. The brunet was restless though, something that changed when they tried to balanced each other in the small plank and both of them ended up on the icy waters, aggravating even more Lance’s open wound.
Keith refused to try again, snapping angrily and in concern as he had pushed the brunet up on the plank, ignoring Lance’s complaints, and then he settle himself on the edge of the wood, upper body on the surface while he kicked his legs under water to keep himself afloat.
They haven’t moved since then.
Lance is not aware of how much time has passed; the seconds seem longer, even slower than ticks, and he can’t make his brain to function enough to make sure how long has Keith’s been under the water now. He can’t calculate the damage it will have on him, he doesn’t know how much longer he can survive like this.
“K-Keith.” Lance calls once more time, letting out a sigh when Keith snaps his eyes open at the calling, looking a little disoriented, “You can’t keep – We don’t know how lo-long – You n-need to – We need to do some- something.”
Keith stays silent and Lance frowns.
“It’s – It’s fine, L-Lance.” Keith reassurance and Lance’s heart aches at the trembling smile on his teammate’s lips, “My –My Galra blood keeps me wa-warm enough. You - You wouldn’t – It’s okay.”
Strangely enough, it was Starfire who noticed it first.
During an epic showdown with Doctor Light, Raven and Starfire had teamed up to take him down. The empath kept him at bay as the alien princess fired starbolt after starbolt at their enemy while their other teammates were currently out of commission.
Only once they had him in custody, and the Titans decided to go for some celebratory pizza, did she finally bring attention to it.
”Friend Raven, have your injuries not yet healed?” The flame haired princess voiced her concerns, her brows furrowed in worry.
“What injuries, Star?” Raven looked down at her own body, scanning for any dried blood or bruises she might have missed.
Starfire then pointed at the empath’s long, bare, shapely legs. “There are many discolorations on your skin, as well as…bite marks?”
Every other Titan at the table paused in what they were doing, looking up to survey Raven with curious expressions. Meanwhile, the demoness knew exactly what her friend had implicated and, as a result, felt her face go aflame from the neck up, all the way to the tips of her ears. She immediately used her cloak to cover her legs.
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Raven stammered, narrowing her eyes at the table while trying to ignore the heat from the stares she received.
“They are there, on your thighs, all along the inside and around to the back. I saw them during our battle today,” Starfire pushed, gazing pointedly at the empath’s pale legs.
“Did you say bite marks, Star?” Cyborg raised an eyebrow.
She nodded in response. “Yes. They appear to be in small, red crescent moons, as if done by teeth. The bruises are not unlike the ones Robin enjoys leaving on my neck when we are doing the making out.”
The Boy Wonder’s cheeks reddened. “S-Starfire!” He exclaimed, eliciting a look of confusion from his girlfriend.
“You sayin’ Rae’s got hickeys on her thighs?” Cyborg leaned forward, using his cybernetic eye to zoom in on a very uncomfortable Raven.
“Are they not battle wounds?”
Starfire gasped suddenly as realization dawned on her, and then her eyes flitted towards the changeling who was currently stuffing his face with so much pizza that his cheeks had puffed out.
Beast Boy pretended his teammates didn’t exist, and ravenously attacked more food so that he couldn’t make more than a muffled sound when he spoke. All but Raven were gawking at him in shock.
“You know you’re gonna run out of slices eventually, right?” Cyborg informed his friend in a deadpan manner.
The changeling shrugged, still munching on the food in his mouth.
Robin sighed and brought his fingers to his throbbing temple. “Of all the things I didn’t want to know about over dinner…”
“Is he being the rough with you, Raven?” Starfire shot Beast Boy a glare while comforting her friend.
Raven rolled her eyes, disgruntled, and muttered under her breath, “More like, not rough enough…”
Beast Boy gulped his food down and scratched the back of his head, choosing to stare out the window rather than at any of his other teammates. He refused to comment.
Cyborg just chuckled and shook his head. “You sure you’re still a vegetarian, B?” He quipped, nudging the shapeshifter suggestively while wiggling his brows.
If Beast Boy were capable of turning other colors, he’d have been cherry red instead of green.
Always with a weakness to Cyborg’s taunts, Garfield wasn’t able to take it anymore, and he had remained silent for as long as possible. However, he couldn’t let this stand, even if it did go against Raven’s wishes.“I can’t help it, okay?! She’s got these great legs, and where her legs meet her back…”
He trailed off reluctantly as Raven fixed him with a flabbergasted glare, her pale face flushed red from heat. Was the pizza parlor always this hot?
“You’d do the same and you know it!” He barked at Victor helplessly, his eyes darting from the empath to the smug, cybernetic man.
Raven stood up abruptly. slamming her hands against the table. “That’s it,” she said through gritted teeth, opening up a portal. “I’m leaving.” She then vanished within it, and the portal closed.
“We have upset her…,” Starfire pouted, guilt ridden.
“I’ll go check on her,” Robin surmised, standing up.
Beast Boy slammed his forehead repeatedly against the table, groaning miserably. “No. I think you guys did enough damage. I have to handle this,” he informed them coldly.
He then morphed into a green hawk and took off.
“You think he’s gonna cheer her up?” Robin asked skeptically.
Cyborg patted his leader on the shoulder. “Did you see those teeth marks? My guess is he’s gonna plant his face between her legs, and that cheers up plenty of people,” he explained, taking Robin by surprise with his sudden vulgarity.
Starfire sighed, slumping forward as she cradled her chin with the palms of her hands. “I must admit that, for the first time in a long time, I am quite jealous. May we go home now, Robin, so that I too can be cheered up?”
Cyborg threw his head back in an uproar of laughter, all the while Robin sputtered on the spot, his tongue seemingly tied in knots.
amystrozzi: Fun facts about #YvonneStrahovski: 1- She is obsessed with #RoseHipOil
for her skincare and doesn’t use much else 2- I think this is the most
serious expression I’ve ever seen on her since we’re laughing 98% of the
time and 3- after our glam session yesterday she gave @clarissanya and I sage that she picked and bundled herself from the mountainside. 🌿❤️ Now go catch up on #TheHandmaidsTale on #Hulu! #PraiseBe[x]