hello tumblr...

I have umm. uuuih.

quick!! take this 10 minute sketch of aphrodite!Elias and ares!rorke and go!!!!

it looks nothing like them lol....

AHHH I love them, your honor

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hghuuhh ?? good ending

Eating this for dinner tonight

Ok I'm done sorry for the timeline

Gabriel T Rorke One Shot

Playful delusion brought this on… @lemonqii

Dropping off mission reports was not a usual part of your job, but it had become a welcome task. Many high-ranking Federation Commanders were feared, but Commander Rorke's reputation shook the most seasoned soldiers when his name was whispered. Knocking on the door, a gruff 'come in' told you it was ok to enter the beast's dreaded cave. There was a hardness to his gaze that would kill any man, not expecting you to be there. Green eyes softened only slightly.

You did your best to stay unbothered by the intensity of the fire flickering in his gaze. You could feel the heat of his eyes as they roamed over your body, taking in every inch. His favoritism had never gone unnoticed by the people surrounding you. Your black tactical fabric was a sight he welcomed every time you came into a room. It was an intense mix of desire and possessiveness the older man hadn't felt since he was a teenager. He's been too driven by the need for the blood of the men around him to give into something childish. You had always held your ground with him; not being one of his soldiers meant you had some leeway with his orders. But still, he was your CO, something you had to remind yourself of daily. He liked that you held his orders like the law. Throwing in some attitude that no one else had the guts to do was entertaining.

"Sir, these are the reports you were asking for."

Stopping before his desk, you watch as he leans back in his chair, legs wide under the oak. He takes in your words with a slight tilt up of his lips, a smile he only reserved for you moments when he had you alone. He looked tired, with dark circles under his eyes showing how little he had slept. With a quick nod and a moment to collect the thoughts that toyed with him, the ones he needed to lock away in his mind. 

"Nice of you to come visit me, sweetheart."

The gravelly tone of his voice made your stomach drop into a pit(haha). You were always surprised at how well he treated you. His reputation was heavy, and the ghost stories that Federation soldiers whispered about haunted you at night. Running around the base to get tasks done for a couple of commanders, Rorke had always been your favorite to work with, which didn't help the tension between you. That doesn't mean you don't know how he can get. The Commander is a broken man with only a duty to serve left, often taking it out on the soldiers who disobey his authority without mercy. Looking down at your feet, trying to hide the small smile he could only bring out of you with his southern tone.

It was inappropriate, but the few people who saw the both of you together couldn't miss the attraction between you. He tried not to talk about work around you even though it was why you returned to him. He swallowed hard, trying not to think about that. Being surrounded by people who squirmed at the sight of you, no matter how much he enjoyed being feared, he couldn't deny the years of torture gave him a lonely existence. You were a breath of fresh air, and he was always looking forward to the next time he saw you. Recently, he made a seemingly unconscious effort to see you. Scoffing at that thought, nothing he did was unconscious. Setting down the files, he let out a frustrated sigh and teased you.

"You know you don't have to make excuses to come see me."

Immediately, you wanted to roll your eyes. You've always enjoyed his snarky remarks. Every time he saw you, he'd try to get closer and closer to crossing this unspoken boundary between you. Looking up at him, a little confused, not understanding what he was trying to get out of you. He saw the looks you gave him when you thought he couldn't see you. Your puppy dog eyes have been making more and more of an appearance lately. Though he didn't want to push it, he only had so much patience with this little game. He stood abruptly, making his way around the messy desk. Showing how busy he really was.

Stopping before you, he uses his thumb and forefinger to tilt your head up to him. His height gave your neck a stretch up. Rorke's touch was gentle, a strong contrast to how rough his hands had become over his years of service. Your eyes locked, and the confusion and shock made him smile. You let him do as he pleased, his eyes roaming over your face as if he were looking for a hint of something.

His thumb rubbed over your bottom lip, pulling your skin slightly, and watched as you took a sharp breath. The possessiveness that danced in his eyes was overpowering. He stepped back abruptly, rubbing the hand that delicately held your face over his worn one. Your mind raced, not knowing what to do or how to process his actions. Tuning his back to you, he was now facing his desk again shuffling papers around. Heart pounding, you released the air you kept in your lungs. There was a pain in your chest from the intensity of his actions. "Sir? What-" "Get some rest, sweetheart. I want you at the meeting tomorrow at 0500."

While it wasn't unusual for you to accompany him to meetings to take notes, the abrupt change in tone was sharp. You still could feel his hand on you. He had never touched you before; he made an effort not to, especially when you were alone. Opening and closing your mouth to speak, nothing came out. Unsure of what to do, you stayed there for a few moments, gave him a broken 'yes sir,' and left the room. You were sure your face was completely red. The amount of emotion you felt for this man was overwhelming. Blinking back tears, you feeling torn and helpless around a man you should flee from regardless.

Fuck, you were more potent than this. You weren't a pet to be played with, especially by a man who unknowingly or not held your heart at gunpoint, barrel cutting your skin with every word. Returning to you lay in bed and start planning.

If he was going to play with you, it wasn’t something you’d let him get away with it. 

Besides, what's the harm in getting a little revenge?

Rorke that's afraid of heights now... Afraid isn't the right word.

There is, however, a knot in the pit of his heart when he's on a platform or in a helo looking out the door. It's like he still feels the wind coming off the flood water. The chill in the air gives him goosebumps. He refuses to acknowledge that it is fear. No. Gabriel Rorke doesn't fear anything. He turned all his fear into anger and rage years ago.

Just a swamp witch and her ghost lover

Fed!Logan... Or an attempt to!—albeit I've never properly rendered like this before. (Gave up before I had the chance to render Rorke and opted for a gray-purple silhouette instead 😭)

Tumblr dulled the colors but woe is life anyway.

Hal meets The Scarecrow

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“So mama says you’re a scarecrow. That true?”

“Uh… yeah. You could say that.”

Not Elias sweating LMAO

“Introducing the new rough stock handler for the Valko Ranch! Hal Valko!”

I love being able to draw I love drawing

NEW GUY JUST DROPPED!