#so much potential

[ave-draws]

my favorite svsss fujos

[wishfulsketching]

drawing suggestion per your request:

I'd love to see something with spy/sniper/scouts mom, it was a lot of fun when you were drawing them

I feel like we kind of got them trying to fancy sniper up, so what about the other two trying to get spy to dress actually casually for once?

I SHOULD DRAW THEM MORE and I have do some unfinished sketches of them. Thank you for this request!! Here ya go!

Spy's clothes got dirty. He has to wear Sniper's. He would rather isolate himself from society

Here's an extra one!

Edit addition: Ma gets to experience the "sniper ages like old cheese" moment

[tuna-jsgross]

Mademoiselle Mel and Captain Langdon at the Renaissance Faire!! Because I love them!! So much!!!

Some dress experiments hm

Also I read a good fic recently where she called herself “Mielle” at the Ren Fair and PLEASE i’m so borrowing that. How adorable.

[timethehobo]

Able to share my piece for @pabudayszine now! I’m so grateful to have had the opportunity to take part in this. 😭

I miss them dearly.

[balletcoppelia]

Barbie movies should still be doing Barbie playing the main character in classic tales. The fact that I won’t get Barbie playing Captain Ahab in Moby Dick with a hot pink peg leg is a tragedy.

[lazarrusrising]

They should have had more scenes like the one where Cas is sitting on Dean's bed going through his toiletries bag because he's curious, they should have had him order a burger just to take all the components apart and sort them neatly on a plate, they should have made him a menace, he should have rearranged all their gear in the night while they slept according to mouth feel, he should have licked Dean's blood at least once, he should have gone into more grocery stores and opened things like that time he just cracked an egg into the floor

[puppydogwhitaker]

brendon had a problem. he liked people that were a little dumb.

not stupid. stupid annoyed him, but he usually chose people who were slower to the draw, a touch less quick to snipe.

his attending during his psych rotation picked up on it; said he preferred surrounding himself with people he viewed as intellectually beneath him, smaller fishes.

that whitaker intern was gonna be a problem.

he obviously wasn’t stupid. he got into a competitive residency. dr. robby seemed to like him and the man wasn’t known for tolerating mediocrity, but he had these dumb, big eyes, and his comebacks weren’t exactly on the tip of his tongue.

brendon’s type exactly.

reattachments were always a hot topic, lower limbs especially. the ER would like to know it was successful. brendon was told he ought to work on his interdisciplinary courtesy. he sunk down to where the bottom feeders lived for the third time that day, and found the man he was looking for.

dennis startled when the shark snuck up on him. park moved silently and stood close enough dennis could see the shine on his teeth.

“uh, dr. park! what can i do for you?”

his almost black eyes traced dennis’s face. sand color hair, ocean blue eyes. brendon wanted to bite, not to kill, just for curiosity. he used his mouth to talk instead. “thought you’d like to know the surgery was successful. the leg was certainly irrigated.” he smoothed back his grey-toned hair.

dennis swallowed. his throat felt like he’d taken a gulp of salt water. “that’s great! i-i did know what you meant back there. i’m not…” he trailed off, nervously wring his hands.

“don’t be scared of me,” park smirked. “it’s just how i am. don’t mean anything by it.” he grabbed a pen from dennis’s scrub pocket and took his notepad. “you know what they say about shark teeth, right?” brendon flicked through the papers until he got to a blank page.

“i-um-i’m from nebraska, actually. completely landlocked,” dennis stuttered. “so…no.”

brendon huffed a little as he clicked the pen and started writing. this kid was just on the right side of pathetic. “let me educate you on one of the most efficient predators on earth then.” he closed the notepad, put in on the nurses station, and returned the pen back to dennis’s pocket. “sharks have filthy mouths.”

dennis felt a shiver run through him at the intense look. he took a while to eek out a quiet, “ok, doctor.”

“now, swim along and tell your attending about the reattachment,” park ordered.

dennis nodded as park was already gliding away, brushing shoulders with him as he went back to the elevators. he checked what the attending had written in his notepad, thinking it could be relevant to the case report.

it was a phone number. dennis felt like he was being swallowed whole.