Not me out here spending 11 hours making a full illustration for a fic I’m currently reading. I still feel I could do more but I think my hand is broken.
Not me out here spending 11 hours making a full illustration for a fic I’m currently reading. I still feel I could do more but I think my hand is broken.
A lil project I have been working diligently on after reading half way through Abyssal Lights by @dracoria-nebulae and honestly, I can’t tell you how excited I was that reader was an eel siren man. So I cracked some knuckles and got to work. Red is also here flirting with the big fishy as expected of him (I couldn’t not draw him, he’s my fav lmfao)
Check out Abyssal Lights on AO3 and give this amazing author some love please <3 (I also plan to do something for Smoke and Mirrors once my hand heals cause MMMMMMMM Nostra....)
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PJO RANT FOR THE ONE PERSON WHO ASKED :D
@seeking-further-illumination here you go, lol.
I think that the expectations of the show were for exactly what everyone wanted, because of Rick's involvement and the budget, but everyone imagined the books differently, so not everyone could ever be happy with it.
There's that, and it is marketed towards a younger audience and I'm not making any assumptions but most of the fans who aren't happy [from what I can see] are a bit older then the target audience [not that there's anything wrong with that, obviously, don't come at me], and if you re read the first book it's literally written for children.
There's literally backlash for everything ever made because for some reason people just can't chill [???] but I think the reason the Percy Jackson show had such a large amount of people unhappy with it is because we haven't had anything like it before. I don't know how to explain it but we've all created our own little versions of the show and made our own content for the fandom cause we were left to our devices for so long, so now that we have something, viewers already have these empires in their heads that they want to see on screen.
I'll just put it like this, if the show came out, like, a few years after the og book series, there would be less people unhappy with it.
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“Shut up, that’s not what I meant.” For the Reggie ship of your choice.
Hehehe, this was probably not what you were going for, but it's fun and I'm tired so here ya go! Enjoy!
Bobby held tightly to Reggie’s hand as his boyfriend pulled him through the crowd. In the sea of costumed people at the Halloween festival, he knew he’d lose him in an instant if he let go. It was loud, music playing from speakers, kids laughing, shouts as people found their friends or won a carnival game. Usually, being in the middle of a crowd like this wasn’t Bobby’s thing. But Reggie’s wide grin, glowing with life and joy even through his skeleton face paint, was all Bobby could really focus on.
He still wasn’t entirely sure where Reggie had gotten the idea to be a skeleton astronaut, but it suited him. Bobby was glad he’d ditched the bulky gloves though, they made it hard to hold his hand. His own vampire werewolf costume(Flynn and Carrie had dared them all to do mashups, okay?) was surprisingly fun, though the cape kept almost catching on things. At least the furry shirt was keeping him warm.
Reggie darted between a couple of game booths, pulling Bobby along behind him. They burst out into an open area filled with picnic tables, a couple of food vendors and trucks set up nearby. Reggie slowed to a stop, looking around with a wide smile. Bobby followed suit, checking out the food options. Tacos, cotton candy, some kind of caramel apple thing, hotdogs, popcorn…
“Gosh, what I wouldn’t give for a dog,” Reggie sighed wistfully, cutting off Bobby’s thoughts.
“Oh no you don’t,” Bobby blurted out, wrapping a protective arm around Reggie’s waist and glaring over at the hot dog stand. “I almost lost you to hotdogs once, babe. I’m not Willie, I don’t find my boyfriend’s brush with street food induced death entertaining.”
Reggie glanced up at him for a second, then burst out laughing. “Shut up, that’s not what I meant,” he giggled, pointing across the open eating area to where a couple of kids were playing with a large golden retriever. “I meant an actual dog.”
Bobby stared at the dog for a second, then back at his boyfriend, then dropped his head onto Reggie’s shoulder in embarrassment. “Oh, that makes more sense,” he mumbled, the words muffled by Reggie’s thick space suit.
Reggie chuckled and wrapped his arms around Bobby, running chilly fingers through his hair. “Sorry, sweetheart, I wasn’t trying to scare you.”
“Sorry for overreacting,” Bobby responded, shifting a bit to pull Reggie into a proper hug.
“You didn’t,” Reggie promised.
Bobby relaxed into the safe warmth of his boyfriend’s arms, the evening breeze barely bothering him. He glanced at the kids and the dog over Reggie’s shoulder. He thought about the lousy apartment the two of them shared with Luke and Alex at the moment. It didn’t allow pets. But the lease was almost up, and the band had pooled their savings to make a downpayment on a house near Julie’s dad’s place.
“Were you serious about wanting a dog?” he asked quietly.
Reggie pulled back, giving him a questioning but hopeful look. “I mean, yeah.”
“Maybe we can talk to the rest of the band about it after we move then?” Bobby offered.
Reggie didn’t say anything, just laced his fingers around the back of Bobby’s neck to pull him into a sloppy kiss. Bobby laughed, startled but not complaining as he settled his hands on Reggie’s waist. It wasn’t exactly a new idea for him, but he’d been waiting for the right time to tell Reggie. And this seemed like it had been a great time.
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