Your art is gorgeous and i cannot get enough of it. Also, that reverse Shroomwool you did? I am So so. Down bad for it.
TYSM!!! Also I think I had too much fun with drawing them the first time and ended up adding a bit on it. I don’t think it’ll be too deep of an au (for now at least) but I’ll probably do more fun scenarios like this in the future!
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hey cutie~ why don't you come over here and charge your phone while you sit on my bed~
Oh, ok!
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I have no idea how Tumblr works, but Twitter has scorched itself trying to put out an imaginary fire, so we gon deal
One thing I do know is that I drew this. Yes, I did indeed do that
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call me a runner
nothing matters and every time i turn a corner you seem to be right there as if i tethered you to parts of me, unknowing, maybe while i slept and i cant see past the hair you got from our mother, its grown so long. are you okay in my shadow?
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After watching Prince of Peoria on Netflix, I immediately checked ao3 and found close to nothing. I mostly had only an outline sitting in my docs, until this ask motivated me to actually start it lol. Anyway, a sneak peek at the Prince of Peoria Mother's Day fic, featuring an oblivious/clueless/innocent Emil, Good Mom Regina, and Good Bro Teddy:
Every Scrap of You
Mother’s Day in Peoria was…just like Mother’s Day in the rest of the United States, more or less. The stores all capitalized on the holiday as usual, and even Regina had a Mother’s Day deal running in the Bowling Alley.
Teddy was stuck explaining the concept to Emil, who had never heard of Mother’s Day before. It wasn’t all that unusual for holidays to differ. (Halloween also required an explanation.) The unusual part was that Joosep seemed to already know what it was. Emil just…didn’t.
In a way, that also made sense. Emil only had his father and Joosep around.
But, knowing Emil, it somehow got even more confusing.
“Wait, what? No, Teddy, perhaps you misheard me. I don’t have a mother.”
“I heard you just fine. Joosep said she died when you were little. It’s okay.” Teddy’s dad had died, too. If Emil needed someone to talk to, well, he had experience.
“No, I didn’t have a mother at all. It’s always been just me and my father,” Emil insisted.
“Were you adopted?” It sounded odd, for a king to adopt instead of continuing the royal bloodline. Historically speaking, it was rare. That didn’t make it impossible, though.
“No.”
“Then basic biology says you did have a mother. It’s science.” If there was one thing Teddy knew, it was science. Even without “the talk”, everyone knew that, biologically, you needed a male and a female to make a child. The other possibilities were ruled out already, anyways.
“That’s ridiculous. My father said it was the stork.” …oh.
“Of course he did. That explains so much.”
“Doesn’t it?” Emil clearly thought he was winning this argument. Teddy hated to spoil his innocence, but…
“I mean about you. You don’t believe me? Ask your father. You have a mom.”
“Alright. I will.” Emil was no longer winning this argument. He stormed off (as well as Emil could storm off) to call his father.
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