#awickedplacethisis

[klayr-de-gall]

From the valentines sketch prompt, I’d probably die from 3V.

Hello There! Thank you so much for the Prompt! Sorry, it took me so long, I’m getting eaten alive by some Deadlines, but I had to reward myself today for actually finishing one of them! So here you go!

Please picture Heather in the off, getting ready to reanimate poor Billy! XD

[From this  Kiss Drawing Prompt  List]

[platypan]

Silly and short prompt, with Harringrove roadtrip and royalty AU sounds like something that’d cheer me up

Billy pulled up alongside the line of parked cars outside the embassy to wait for his Uber fare, ignoring the honks, and clicking through his playlists for the one Max had rated “least offensive”.  He frowned into his glove compartment at the assorted air fresheners, and grabbed a cold bottle of water, sticking it in the cup holder for the back seats. 

He checked his shirt—probably he was picking up a janitor, but just his luck some prime minister’s car blew a tire, and there he’d be with some leader of a country and secret service in his car, covered with dried beans and guac like he’d killed a burrito with a spear and eaten its corpse with both hands, roaring and beating his chest—his shirt was clean, and he took a steadying breath. 

While he was yanking his earring out and dropping it in the cup holder, his fare ducked inside behind him.  “Hey,” Billy said, over the surrounding furious drivers, “You’re my fare?  Mind if I get your full name?”

Something clonked into the door opposite his fare, and rattled around on the floor, and the man—younger than Billy, Billy was fairly sure—flopped sideways across the seats with a groan.  Then he started snickering.  “You sure you want all of it?  You got something to write it down?”

Billy glared over his shoulder.  “Are you Steve, my fare...what the hell are you wearing?!” 

“You don’t like my sash?” his presumed fare laughed, lying across Billy’s back seats in some kind of extremely shiny white outfit, with medals, and a cross on a chain.  “They said it matched my eyes.”

“What the hell are you…” Billy trailed off again.  “Is that a sword?  Is that a tiara on my floor?!  Why in the fuck—”

“It’s a coronet,” the actual Disney Prince in his back seat corrected him, putting his probably very expensive loafers on the window as he laid back, closing his eyes.

“Get your goddamn feet off my window,” Billy hissed.  “You are my fare, right?  You’re not just some...cosplaying menace.  Or is cosplay Cinderella about to climb in?” he squinted suspiciously at the embassy, and the irritating pile of shiny clothes in the back laughed again.

“I’m Stephen of Blois,” he said, and Billy’s hands flexed on the steering wheel.  “I’m Grand Cross of the Order of the House of Orange.”

“So you’re the right person—the fuck does that even mean,” Billy growled, pulling forward into traffic, amidst honks.  

‘Stephen’ pointed at one of the medals.  “Royal Air Squadron Commander,” he offered, and Billy contemplated hitting the brakes so hard he’d fall off the seat.

“Stop fucking with me.  Where the hell are we going,” he snarled, and all he got was a sigh.  

“Anywhere, I guess.  Where do people go when they’re fleeing the scene of a crime?”  'Steve’ sat up and leaned forward between the seats, and Billy got a noseful of expensive soap and aftershave, and breath against his ear.  His very-much-gay dick woke up, and he cursed it, gritting his teeth.  

“You’re saying you’re a fugitive?  What’d you do, steal that ensemble from Elvis?” he shot back, and Steve snorted.

“No, I, uh.  I just.  I’m escaping a wedding.”

“Oh, shit,” Billy stared into the rearview mirror, and almost hit the car in front.  “You—you what, you just left somebody standing at the altar?!  That’s—”

“No!” Steve yelped, then let his face fall against the seat behind Billy’s head, and groaned.  “I didn’t—she just—I thought she, y’know, I didn’t think she wanted to wanted to, but we’re friends?  And then she started yelling at me about her friend Barb, and—”

“Speak English,” Billy suggested, and Steve thumped the back of his seat.

“I thought we both knew we were getting married, and we’d just—be friends, you know, she’d do what...what she was going to do, and I’d do my thing, and we’d be married, so nobody would care—”

“Holy shit, you really are.  Somebody,” Billy sputtered, hunching his shoulders a little as he registered he probably would not get a five-star rating for shouting at royalty.  “God damn.  Some tourist told me she was in town for ‘the wedding’ the other day.  Thought she just thought everybody knew her niece, or something.”

“It’s been arranged since we were six!” Steve moaned, dropping back to lie across the seats again.  He waved at the ceiling.  “They got the cathedral and everything!  She’s in the dress!  And all of a sudden she starts crying ‘bullshit, bullshit’ that she can’t marry, because Barb.”

“Who the hell is Barb,” Billy asked woodenly, his eyes wide as he turned onto a side street.  “Wait, are you supposed to have a bodyguard?!”

“So I said okay, I’d call it off, if she was—she was gonna set the whole thing on fire, I think.  It’ll be super romantic in the news,” he said, sounding wistful.  “She’ll probably forget to change out of her wedding dress, and just...run straight from the plane.  Run in and propose to her librarian right in front of everybody.”

“Where the hell am I supposed to be driving,” Billy whispered, glancing over his shoulder.

“I want drive-through,” Steve whined, dropping his chin on the seat behind Billy’s shoulder.  “I heard you can get anything at a drivethrough in America.”

“Not really,” Billy sighed, glancing at the wide brown eyes in his rearview mirror.  “I mean.  Burgers.  Tacos.  Ice cream.”

“Ice cream,” breathed the royal in his backseat.  “I want ice cream.  I deserve ice cream.”

“It’s not very good ice cream,” Billy told him.  “I mean.  You might want a...restaurant, or something.”

“Ice cream!” Stephen said, throwing his hand forward like he was leading a charge, and Billy headed for the Dairy Queen.  

“What do I even call you?” Billy asked, making an illegal u-turn as his passenger whooped.  “Stephen?”

“Ugh, no.  Steve is fine,” said Steve, pressing his face against the side window, kicking his coronet, and tossing it into the front passenger seat.  It glittered as it went by.

“Put your damn seatbelt on,” Billy choked, watching the thing roll around, diamonds gleaming.  

Steve grinned over, and did not.

“Where you actually going?” Billy asked, once they were in line.  “Back to your hotel?”

“God, no, everybody’s going to yell at me,” Steve said, eyes narrowed at the menu.  “May I eat in your car?”

“Don’t order food,” Billy made a face.  “The ice cream’s okay, but the food is garbage.”

“Hmm,” Steve nodded, but ordered like five things, prompting Billy for his order, and then flirted with the people at the drive-through window, who stared open-mouthed.

“I think everybody else knows who you are,” Billy said, finally, as they sat in the parking lot, and his royal passenger climbed out to sit in the front.  

Steve chucked the coronet over his shoulder again, and unwrapped everything to make happy humming noises into a banana split.  “Nope,” Steve said, around a whole scoop of ice cream with pineapple syrup.  It dripped on his fancy jacket, and he swallowed, clearing his throat.  “M’nobody.  Where else can we go?”

“...I don’t know,” Billy ate his Blizzard with a spoon, watching the leader of some country somewhere sitting in the back of his Uber, trying to tie a knot, with his tongue, in the stem of the cherry off the sundae he’d bought at Dairy Queen.

[hoegrove]

1,3 and 6 from the gif maker asks?

Hey! Thank you 💖

1) What are your top 3 favorite sets you’ve made? Hmmmm! Good question.... but maybe these 3? (not necessarily in that order) One Two Three

3) Which of your sets has the most notes? This here

5) What is your favorite movie/TV show to gif Aaaah, big surprise, it’s Stranger Things, at the moment. But I also loved gif-ing Attack on Titan / Shingeki no Kyojin, and I’m thinking about finally gif-ing some Supernatural scenes :’)

6) What is your least favorite movie/TV show to gif? I don’t really have one? I wouldn’t gif stuff I’m not really interested in, I guess

Questions for gif-makers

[keroujack]

73. Favorite Greek god? and 75. Do you like art? What's your favourite work or artist? 💖🤍💕🌈🌊💗

ahhh you're such a gem, thank u 🥺✌🏼💞🥰🤙🏼

73. favourite greek god

i’ve always kinda been interested in apollo? like i like a lot of the imagery and the different things he’s supposed to stand for on a surface level. i mean, i don’t know a lot of his stories but as far as general intrigue and interest go, i’d say him. or athena 

75. do you like art? what’s your favorite work or artist?

i like art, i love going to museums even though i don’t know a whole lot about it and wish i knew more about it/art history as a whole, but i LOVE daniel wall, like so so vibrant and pretty 

[hartigays]

☆ put this star into the inbox of your favourite blogs. it’s time to spread positivity!

thank u bby 😭😭😭 needed 2 hear this today

[prettyboyporter]

Ahhhh! happy birthday!! I hope you have a good one!!🎊💗🍾💕🤍

awwww THANKS! <3333 *giant hug* 

[klayr-de-gall]

From the tarot card thing you reblogged, the hanged man? 🌿

Hiii! 💙💙💙 Thank you for the ask! That’s so lovely!!

the hanged man: favorite movie soundtrack? 

I’m not that much of a music person, as in: I’m bad at recognizing or consciously listening to soundtracks. But I love everything Disney. (The Lion Ling and Moana are two of my favorite) And I actually can recognize Hans zimmer pretty well XD My favorite from him is the soundtrack to Inception!

[Tarot Ask Game]

[eddiesstabwound]

21 from the song ask thingie?🌸

21. song for a slow sunday morning: the beautiful dream by george ezra

send me a number and i’ll rec you a song