what happens after they both figure it out??? do they pine they definitely pine but??? more hcs please? i love you
i love you too dear anon this is for you
i’m not sure entirely how it would first go, but i imagine they’re laying around and keith is really intensely playing with lance’s fingers (like really intensely he looks like he’s trying to x-ray vision them u ok there buddy?)
and lance is just watching him and it hits him full force his heart literally starts aching and he just pulls his hand away
keith is confused for a second and kind of like :’( until lance cradles his jaw and says in a slightly trembling voice “can i kiss you right now?”
the answer is yes
they try to hide it for a while because they’re afraid it might mess up the team dynamic
except they try hiding it by not touching each other as much,, which is when they realize how much they were touching each other and they’re both like “how did we even go this long without realizing?”
shiro eventually asks if something is wrong between them because he notices they’re standing apart a lot (on a separate note have you noticed how often these two are standing next to each other in canon it’s like they’re drawn to each other i’m fjdsal;k)
keith, smooth as ever, just blurts out “I KISSED HIM”
shiro is a little surprised but he just smiles softly and is like “that’s great, keith. i already thought you had, though?”
keith: did EVERYONE know except us???
they’re teenagers you know,, so they’re always all over each other
keith’s hair is literally always a mess
sometimes it’s braided but it half falls apart because lance can’t stop running his hands through his hair when they’re kissing
keith, mumbling into lance’s mouth: you’re ruining your work
lance: worth it
someone knocks on the door once and they scramble to put their shirts on and open it like “hey, nothing interesting happening here!” except,, they’re wearing the wrong shirts,, a mess
or,, hunk, peering at keith’s neck very closely: dude, what are those purple marks? are you ok? they look like bruises?
keith, flustered and tugging at his collar: NOTHING IT S NOTHING just my… galra genes!!! yeah!! my galra-ness kicking in!! you know how it is!!
lance unabashedly flirting over the coms
they’re literally so sappy and cheesy all the time. they’re that couple that has an entire conversation using eye contact and forgets to explain what’s going on to the rest of the team
lance pretty much moves in keith’s bedroom. keith pretty much steals all his shirts and doesn’t have to feel guilty about it anymore (he had like 5 already and when lance finds them he won’t leave him alone about it)
i'll send a prompt in if you're looking! How about rosvolio and the conversation that would happen after he discovered rosaline and escalus! I need somene to speculate... 7 days is too long! :D
Thanks for the prompt! I’m not sure this is what you were looking for – I took it in a direction even I wasn’t really sure about – but I hope you like it!
With a soft rustle of skirts, Isabella pressed herself through the
doorway and into the narrow, ill-lit antechamber. A lamp would have been
unnecessary in any case, as she knew the contours of the room as well as her
own mind, having spent countless hours in it waiting, listening, observing. A prince must be watchful, her
father had told her, and so she was, her eyes and ears taking in every word,
every gesture from her ideal hiding spot.
fingers quickly found the small wooden panel in the wall and slid it sideways,
revealing two round pinpricks of light. Pressing her face up against them, she
blinked twice against the glare and then gazed into the chamber beyond, knowing
with confidence that her dark eyes could not be seen from the other side, disguised
as they were within the mottled landscape of a rather poorly-executed portrait
of Cangrande riding triumphant into Padua.
were only two figures in the chamber, a man and a woman, and they were not yet
speaking, nor were they even looking at each other.
had been Isabella’s idea to have them be brought there, just as it had been her
idea, skillfully woven into her brother’s mind until he eventually regarded it
as his own, that the two should be wed. Such a union, she realized, would solve
so many problems. There would be peace in the streets, the warring houses
brought together by vows sworn to God, the only thing stronger than the hot
blood of vendetta. The people’s spirits would be buoyed by stories of
tender-hearted love – and by the celebratory wine flowing freely in the
streets. And her brother would no longer be distracted from his duty by
thoughts of a woman entirely inappropriate for him in rank and station. Such a
union would force him to set aside whatever adolescent sentiments he might
still have for Rosaline Capulet, to then wish her and her new husband well, and
at last return to the requirements of his role as prince of Verona.
a plan would accomplish a great deal, if only the two figures at the center
would play their parts as instructed.
of course, had been the most resistant. She had always been so, willful and
proud even as a young girl, and there had been a time, as childhood friends,
when Isabella had secretly admired her for it. But grown women didn’t have the
luxury of pride and will, especially not those in the position that Rosaline now
found herself. The young man – Benvolio was his name – was less well-known to Isabella,
but as the penniless nephew and sole heir of Lord Montague, he would no doubt
be brought to heel just as quickly.
was something strange, though, in the way he had eventually gone after Rosaline
after she had fled from the Great Hall, a look in his eyes that seemed to
suggest he felt something more than just the simple humiliation of being
publicly spurned by his soon-to-be fiancé. He had seemed even more troubled
after he returned, only a few moments before her brother and Rosaline
reappeared, their expressions chastened and eyes downcast as they failed to
meet anyone’s gaze. Isabella did not fully understand it – not yet, at least. But she would watch, and wait, with the
certainty that their secrets would be revealed to her soon enough.
So once they had all returned, she had suggested – with all the
sincerity and maidenly innocence she could muster – that the new couple be
allowed a private moment, a chance to begin to get to know one another, and it
had not been hard to bring everyone to agreement. And she knew just the place:
a small audience chamber her father had often used to meet with visiting
dignitaries and ambassadors, left almost entirely unoccupied these days, but perfectly
suitable for their needs.
It would have been perfectly suitable for Isabella’s needs as well –
if only for the fact that neither the future groom nor his bride were saying
anything at all to each other, leaving the air in the chamber to weigh heavy
and thick, curdling with silent tension. Rosaline sat stone-faced in a chair
facing the door, while Benvolio had his back to her, his hands braced up
against the solid stone mantel of the fireplace.
For a long moment Isabella wondered if they were ever going to speak
at all, until finally the young man turned towards Rosaline, taking one hesitant
step in her direction before he let a weary sigh escape from his lips.
arrangement was not of my choosing, nor of yours,” he said, his words slow, as
if deliberately chosen. “But, before anything is done, tell me – and speak
plainly, as I have no wish to play the unsuspecting fool – have you already
formed an attachment with another?”
it was true, then – he had come to suspect what Isabella already knew. Had the
Montague heir seen something, some open declaration of the prince’s feelings
towards Rosaline? Or even of her feelings
towards the prince?
Rosaline swiveled her head to look at him, not moving an inch
otherwise, her hands left passively clasped upon her lap.
“Do not attemptto know my heart, signore,” she sneered. “Such an endeavor is beyond your care or concern.”
Her eyes narrowed, as if she was finding it hard to maintain her composure. “And
no doubt you would struggle, for as I have heard, your knowledge of a woman’s
anatomy is limited to a single place, one nowhere near the heart at all.”
He inhaled sharply, his face a rigid mask of anger, and after a tiny,
abortive movement of his hand towards his waist, Isabella realized he had reflexively
reached for his sword, Rosaline’s sex the only thing that had saved her from
being challenged. Instead, he charged forward into the center of the room, his
“To know your heart would be a futile course indeed. I wonder if it
even exists, or if an equal measure of pride and icy disdain simply reside in the
place where it ought to be.” He pressed his hand into his forehead, rubbing
along the ridge of his brow. “But you evade the point, madam. Do you have an attachment?”
Isabella could only stand and watch agape. Was it possible the man was jealous? Why would it pain him so to think this woman loved another?
she thundered, at once coming to her feet, turning towards him with her determined
little chin thrust high in outrage. “An attachment to my liberty! I would not
be bought and sold like common chattel, I would not know the yoke of a petty
tyrant who thinks himself a king because he bears the name of husband.”
barked out a laugh, but there was no joy in it, only bitterness.
“I pity the man who would try to yoke you, more so the one who might
attempt to bare his heart and speak to you of tender sentiments and thoughts of
“Love?” Rosaline scoffed, throwing a hand out for emphasis as she took
a step towards him. “A child’s game! Look what it brought our cousins.”
so it went on, accusation upon accusation, recrimination upon recrimination, until
Isabella could only shake her head in frustration and half-wonder if they would
continue to engage in such hostilities up until the moment they reached the
altar and the priest made them kneel in preparation for their vows. Dearest
saints in heaven, could anything be made to flourish in such rocky soil as
But as she continued to watch them, she could not deny the passion
with which they railed at one another, the way they seemed to be slowly circling
around each other as they sparred and parried, both the hunter and the hunted. Such
passion was dangerous – even from behind the wall she could sense the
shimmering combustibility of it – but it would no doubt keep Rosaline occupied,
until perhaps there would be no space left in her mind for any thoughts of the
Perhaps, Isabella thought, her lips curling into an unbidden smile, her
plan might actually succeed. House Montague and House Capulet would not burn
down her city, taking her beloved brother along with them. No, she promised
herself: their heirs, like fire and powder, would unite and consume only each
other, until there was no danger left at all.
Try me! I've experienced everything you're going through right now. Your problems seem like life and death. I promise they're not.
Are you sure mom because I abandoned my best friend. I helped my boyfriend murder three students and make it seem like suicide and now they're haunting me. I'm trying to get him to just have a normal life but we're really damaged.
You know, if I watched Dark Side of Dimensions way back when I was in high school, I'd just think Kaiba and Atem were super solid rivals. That Kaiba's just really hardcore. I'd think "This dude's a very dedicated duelist, isn't he?"
Well, you've introduced me into this shipping thing and now I look at it (Transcend Game, DSoD manga prequel) and think... Whatever the hell Kaiba is doing, it's almost like it's beyond his desire to duel anymore. Like, fuck, man, you're going to die for the sake of dueling Atem? Are you SURE it's still about dueling?
(1) i always thought the way mary's videos appeared was a bit weird and it reminded of something but i didn't know what. now i get it, it kind of reminds me of lady kovarian from doctor who. im not sure you're familiarized with it, but there's a few episodes she appears out of nothing in amy's mind and although it's not really video it kind of looks like she's opening an window in her mind before it's revealed that amy is not really there,
(2) she was actually kept like a prisioner by madame kovarian the whole time. it’s a very diferente show of course, but it made me think, if the theory that mary’s alive and controlling them with td12 is right, the videos would be there like to show mary is the one manipulating everything and creating like a fake version of events.
OH WOW, is that not just eerily similar. I have watched that series yes, but I only started doing Sherlock/Doctor Who meta at series 9 I think (??) so I’m not as familiar with it. But omg, Kovarian scared me so much at the time!
And as you say that is such a good indicator of Mary/Kovarian ‘interrupting’ John/Amy’s dream, before it’s even revealed that it is a dream.
And this gave me chills:
The first time Ganger Amy saw Kovarian, she appeared at the little girl’s bedroom door at Graystark Hall Orphanage in a hatch in the door. Amy was startled and asked who she was. Kovarian ignored her and said “No, I think she’s just dreaming”, then disappeared. (x)
So Mary is the Kovarian of John’s nightmare, interrupting what he thinks is ‘reality’ and controlling the ending with her “posthumous” DVDs.
hey, just wanted to know what kind of colors you're using for your drawings on paper since I love your work especially your lego joker, the way you draw is so cute but you still manage to make it look professional with the proportions and stuff (something I fail at) .... pls never stop I love it so darn much.
not quiiiite sure what you meant, here’s the materials I used to color the JokesTM
i really like that sort of sharp shading style you can get from alcohol markers
(also the paper i draw on is super white so I dont color his skin)
Hello :D I was considering getting a snake, particularly a ball python, and I was wondering if you could give me some advice and/or tips? This would be my first one, but I love them so much and I'd love to have one as a pet.
as someone who got a ball python first, i dont recommend a ball python as a starter snake
they’re pretty tricky and are a lot easier to care for with a bit of experience with other snakes. if you’re not prepared for that it can end up being a really costly investment at the risk of the animals health. I’d recommend a colubrid, like a corn snake, instead and here’s why:
Is it cool to ask you about you're hair? I'm nb and I have somewhat longer hair, but I want to cut it off. But at the same time??? I mean I've always had it and I'm not sure how I would look without it- in some ways it's like a security blanket. At the same time I really want to do it. I guess what I'm asking is how did you feel when you cut it to the point it's currently at? Did you have any doubts or were you ready?
I had hair so long that I could sit on it for the first 16 years of my life so I understand. My hair was a security blanket as well and a big part of how people viewed me. I wanted to cut my hair for so long but finally at 16 I decided to cut it all off and it was honestly one of the best decision I ever made. I’m someone who is rather self conscious even to this day, but cutting my hair helped with my confidence a whole lot. Just remember hair grows, if you don’t like it after you cut it (if you do) grow it out. Hair is such a cool thing. You can do so many things with it and hell you can even wear wigs. Do whatever you want and just know it’s not permanent.