i don't know

just like breathing

Oh im so happy drawing them again 🥹🩵 💃🏻🕺🏼

Come back to me...

run me through 🫶

"You know what's not fair? You expecting me to melt back into your arms!"

That line, guys, that line... I have thoughts on that line that I can't fully articulate yet. Something about Ed being so casually vulnerable, being so open about the fact that he is the one who wants to be held and to be kept safe. Ed seeing Stede as the stronger person out of both of them, as the one person who is able to catch him (mind that Ed was falling off a cliff when he almost died). Something about Ed's need to be in a confined space when he feels unsafe, a bathtub, a pillow fort, Stede's arms? Ed is mad at him, and still basically admitting that he wants Stede to hold him. Like. What.

See I think if they actually open the inn Ed's going to LOVE the customer-facing side of it. He's charismatic and friendly and way better with people than he thinks he is. As long as people aren't like openly rude and racist to him he's gonna be fine, if nothing else they're going to see how earnest and hopeful he is while presenting them with a thoughtfully-prepared lunch that they'll feel bad leaving a bad review

Stede, though, will always be in their periphery with a very polite agreeable smile and an aura of cheerful malice. "You should finish your fish. Ed worked very hard on it." He's not letting them move on until they compliment Ed's taste in hallway decor. If anyone's mean to Ed he's chasing them out with an axe

*smooch*

I figured since cartin got me kinda popular all of a sudden and I got a lot of new followers I might post some old art that I like

ALWAYS CREDIT ME IF YOU WANNA REPOST! or just don't repost, that'd be perfect actually

i was in the middle of making a post about “oh ed you would love a 1:00 AM wikipedia rabbit hole” but i thought for a minute and i believe stede would enjoy it too i think they’d snuggle into bed after a long day and/or some deranged sexual roleplay and just lie there next to each other on their phones and sometimes read aloud when they find a weird fact. and then one of them notices the sun’s coming up

One year.

Felt like it should've felt like no time at all, in the grand scheme of things. Ed had spent so much of his life feeling trapped in a variety of different prisons, one year of freedom shouldn't have felt like so much compared to all those miserable decades.

But it did.

Ed woke up before Stede on their anniversary. Usually, he'd take his time, on days like this, admire the way Stede looked so unguarded and content in his sleep, snuggle a bit closer to watch him smile. Today, though, he didn't want to waste even one second of potential togetherness.

Stede hummed happily at the soft kiss to his forehead, one hand automatically reaching up before he'd even opened his eyes to touch Ed's face, to hold him close.

"Happy anniversary," Ed whispered.

Stede creaked one eye open. "Shouldn't we get to sleep in? It's a special day."

"Exactly, babe, it is a special day. Don't want to waste any of it." Ed took Stede's hand, lacing their fingers together, and flopped back down onto his pillows with a dreamy sigh. "I think - we're going shopping today, right, and then a nice dinner. To celebrate."

"Lots of things to celebrate," Stede tacked on quietly.

Lots of things to celebrate. A whole year of growing. Of learning together, listening to each other. Of discussions about Stede's feelings that felt like pulling teeth, of conversations about Ed's past that left both of them crying. Of making love and of fucking (two different things, in Ed's mind, and Stede was great at both). Of bickering and little arguments, and of making up. Of stomping off to the beach in a huff, and of coming back. Always coming back, and always to the other ready to melt right back into their arms.

"How do you feel?" Stede asked, his mouth barely moving around the words.

"I feel good. I feel really good," Ed grinned, nudging Stede's ankle under the blankets, both of them giggling when Ed pressed back. "How about you?"

"Free," Stede said, after a long moment. "I feel free."

you cant catch a fish unless it wants to be caught (theyre the fish)

wakey wakey

he really went there trust

my wife asked what tailor ed’s tats might look like ✂️✨👀

I was thrilled and delighted when @littlefingies asked me to draw this gift of art, which you’ll probably recognise as a scene from an absolute fandom classic, The Kissing Game by the wonderful @veeagainsttheday 🤭💕

@littlefingies has also recorded an excellent podfic version, which I listened to about a million times while drawing this! ❤️ it’s truly a must-read fic-of-all-time! 🥰

sleeping peacefully in each other’s arms