Runningwithhellhounds - OwO

@korakos

Riko boi for @tfctelephoneartgame

Welp if you're not bored of the foxhole court maybe you could draw a domestic scene with the team hanging out or something like that?? Honestly I just REALLy love your art style and your tfc art is just wOW (that Andrew portrait tho *I'm dead*) but tbh you could draw anything for that matter and I'd cry tears of joy

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ dude, my heart! so so lovely of you! the print of this shall end up on the inside of my wardrobe. thanks for the reply! <3 i’ll keep it in mind the next time i deciede to draw sth, which might be this weekend cuz i have some slovene to learn and therefore some slovene to avoid. but yay, may your preferred weather follow you and may the thing you worry about have a lovely outcome

''Stop looking at me,'' Lance says, decisively not looking back at Shiro. He gets Pidge out of his range, but she steps back in and jabs him in the face with a pad.

 He is not expecting a response. Shiro will give one, but Lance doesn't mind. He doesn't mind, and calls himself a self-liar, hyphenated. He calls himself a liar like a cheerful punch. Gotta have a relationship with yourself.

 ''Good,'' Shiro says, arms folded, at ease, barefoot. Barefoot. A walking exposed nerve – and assured. Hell. ''You can twist your foot when you knee.''

 What a cliché, what a fucking cliché. I'd still hear – say something like, I'd choose you twice, a cliché like that, and watch m—

 ''You twist your foot when you knee,'' Lance mutters, steps back in defense, too far. Into the pretense of safety.

 ''Mhm,'' Pidge glances at Shiro, and starts circling around Lance, ''head transparency.''

 This is the opposite of losing oneself in a crowd. This is self-awareness you don't know what to do with. Counting your steps on accident. Singled out by himself.

 ''Okay,'' Lance says, ''okay, break time, Pidge. Go go. I'm going.'' This feeling is so him, quintessentially, that he could personalise words for it.

Shiro's arms are folded, at ease, and he's too still be a this distracting. He's smiling. ''You're walking on your tiptoes.''

 Lance steps down fully, stepping backward. Don't hide.

 ''I'm not,'' Lance says, wholly grounded.

 ''I didn't say anything, muffin.'' Shiro is smiling.

 Right there. Right here. Lance's brain screams faux offense, take take, and it screams you choose muffin, and it screams are you making fun?

 Oh, Lance is intrigued. People aren't just distractions. They shape what you look at and you fall into piece-by-piece reappraisal. People are really fucking powerful.

 Lance's mind is screaming: be serious, I'm serious.

He is distracted, and he likes it.

dont look at me like that

a ghost of a boy

by @runningwithhellhounds (link above)

“It’s not a phase,” you hiss.

The fucking implication.

A month of watching red and gold on the court, and you hear indoctrinated values; like it’s an event-caused disturbance; like a stage of grief. The fucking words.

Do you have any more paintings like the hellian one? It's super inspiring and I would love to see more of your work!

im so happy! jazz hands! i do not, this is my first painting on canvas but i intend to make more <3

Freeze! You’re under arrest for being so nice and cute. Copy this message to 10 other blogs that you think are beautiful and deserve it. Keep the GAME going and make others feel beautiful ❤ (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ

I intend to print this and put it on my wall.  you are awesome for spreading the love, may the odds be ever in your favor!