hiii honey please draw a charlotte for me please 🥺
sorry guys my gf’s request takes highest priority
a Sweetly for the sweetie <3
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My partner is currently asleep beside me. I have to get up in fifty minutes for a small chore and then I get to immediately come back to keep her cozy. Even now as I lay here awake, waiting for the time to get up to come, I think about how lucky I am to just find joy in being able to exist beside them.
Each shuffle, each sigh, every little noise and movement - a constant reminder that she's here and a part of my life. My bed is a single (still working on that I'm just a little thing don't bully me-), we're constantly in contact in some way or another. Not like badly arranged LEGO bricks on a carpet, moreso like jigsaw pieces that you forgot to take apart when putting them in the box and now, after months, are gently clinging to each other.
As I lay here and let all this run through my head, I think about all the other little things about them - the things I currently can't see while she's chilling on the astral plane. Her reassuring smile and laugh, the way she naturally beckons me closer into her arms whenever we snuggle, the way she talks about the things she enjoys and lets me do the same. I keep expecting to turn around and hear some form of "good morning, what are you writing?" (albeit with a few morning sleepy groans and stretches) as they stretch, just wanting the chance to say "just a thing" as I put my phone down and wait for her to chuckle as she inevitably sees this.
I don't know why I'm typing this. Is it because I verbalize it to her a lot with a lot of noises and "erm um ah yknow"s thrown in and would like a more eloquent way to express it? Is it because I don't post to tumblr enough? Is it because I hope that for anyone reading this to eventually experience such a pure and simple form of adoration for another?
I don't know. I don't care. I have another thirty two minutes to bask in my partner's warmth and sounds. That's all I need.
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Tuvok almost immediately falling for that telepathic alien beaming his wife and home into his brain despite knowing it can’t be true is iconic of him. He’s like a hundred years old and from a race of logic-only telepaths yet he goes down before Janeway, Harry Kim or Tom Paris. Tell me you’re desperately in love and horrifically lonely without telling me you’re desperately in love and horrifically lonely.
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They’re a bit messy, but here are sketches of Johann Meine referenced from photos of various musicians from well-known bands and VD//GG.
I have yet to properly introduce him yet, but Johann F. Meine is an earlier character of mine who is a part of a set of 5 characters who I collectively call “Hard Soup”. It includes a salamander named Sol, a fox named Jebden, a wolf named Rex, a cat named Johann, and an eagle named Fabio. References of all of them may come soon.
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You ever meet a guy irl that literally checks all the boxes for being a himbo and ur genuinely like, i can't tell if this is a running bit or you're just like this?
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