oh this is a thing now? ok

giant Schemer’s table fountain pen sketchdump (and one or two teenaged Dorians)

(repost b&w version)

Some pride dinosaurs for an anon! Trans Man, Bigay, and DID :3

luis carazo is winning at dnd (hugging and kissing his homies goodnight)

bonus:

I'm very angry. You should be.

so ofc, i figured it out

flambae’s sibling maybe asking if he could take his niece out to a local fair or something. whatever it may be, he invited robert since his niece love her new uncle.

his niece is super into one of these (i’ll say knuckles purely for projection) and flambae is so set that he can get it for her.

climbing on some latter he has to balance on and make it to the top? easy.

however, he keep losing hid balance of falling. robert’s watching, trying not to laugh while flambae’s niece is cheering him on. flambae starts spending a ridiculous amount of money to retry over and over again. it gets to a point where it’s painful for both of them to watch him do it, but he won’t back down.

robert takes his niece to ride a couple rides while flambae blows his money. flambae’s niece starts getting a little bummed out after awhile.

they return and robert finally convinces flambae to stop and come spend time with his niece. he’s so bummed out he couldn’t do something that he truly didn’t see as difficult, but more so that he didn’t win something for his niece. he wasted all that time for a dumb game and couldn’t even win something she really wanted.

robert starts to see how bothered flambae is and gets an idea.

they ride a couple rides together and robert disappears saying he was going to get something to drink for everyone. they go on two more rides before flambae thinks they gotta track down his boyfriend bc he’s been gone for so long.

they finally find him after a good ten minutes and he’s holding the giant knuckles plush.

flambae’s niece is overjoyed and flambae can’t help but feel some gay shit or something at the fact robert went out of his way to do something so nice. though, he’s a little irritated he somehow couldn’t do it.

“if it makes you feel any better, i had to spend $30 because i kept falling.” robert says which.. yeah, at least he knew there was some challenge.

Especially not with Robert.

They’re not particularly skilled at having friends to begin with, let alone the kind who make out in dusty file rooms.

“OH MY GOD! BOB-BOB, THIS IS TERRIBLE!”

Robert’s hands immediately leave Flambae’s thighs, checking him over instead, touching vitals like he’s been built to.

“What?! What, what’s wrong?!”

“Sorry, I was looking at my file,” His lips curl in a displeased arch. “Why is my fucking curl doing that?”

“God, you’re so—,”

Robert buries his nose in the curve of his shoulders and laughs.

Which is weird, because he’s been doing it a lot more since they started this thing.

Flambae doesn’t have a problem with it, — Robert laughs like someone who finally can— but he isn’t sure if that’s the main objective here.

Neither Is making him lunch and labelling it, but here he is.

But the truly bizarre part happens in the morning.

Always his place, because he refuses to ride Robert on the bare ground.

It’s when Flambae’s eyes flutter open, rested, warmth spreading from scalp to chest, Robert’s handprints still pulsing on his waist—

A waist still being hugged by two arms.

But the morning’s still pale, so all Flambae can do is fake a displeased sound, voice still buzzing with sleep, turning so his arms wrap around Robert, too.

“Bob Bob, wake up,” he mumbles into sweet brown hair, catching notes of mint. A shampoo he recommended. “You forgot to leave. Again.”

He gets unintelligible gibberish in return. Which isn’t surprising. His bed must be paradise for the guy.

“And you forgot to kick me out. Again.”

And yeah. Flambae did.

They both agreed to it. In by night. Out by day.

It’s not until they have this conversation on comms do they consider it’s worth having a talk:

“Flambae, that’s the third time this week you skipped R&R. Babe, your heart is gonna collapse.”

“Azizam, is this OUR heart attack?!”

…Neither of them were supposed to say that.