I figured I should probably organise my page a bit so here we go!
Hya! I make Animations and drawings (mainly of young royals) and lately I've tried my hand at writing :D.
My YR Animations sorted by song:
Intolewed - Matt Maltese (MY FAVORITE ONE, sold a piece of my soul for it fr.)
Arcade - Duncan Laurence
The Good, The Bad And The Ugly - Ennio Morricone
Glory - Friday pilots club
Jungle - Emma Louise
Bourgeoisieses - Conan Gray
The Most Beautiful Boy - The Irrepressibles
Drawings:
For my own fic When Two Worlds Collide
Wilmon as birds
The scene where Wille picks Simon up
Fics:
Wrestle Your Love Out Of My Heart:
-After a short road trip, Wille and Simon settle down in BjƤrstad. Wille is in the midst of meeting Simon's extended family when a certain someone shows up, uninvited. Finished.
When Two Worlds Collide:
-Sci-fi and outer space. Ongoing.
Where Soul Meets Heart:
After a Errikson's family game night Wille and Simon talk. Finished.
As Darkness Falls:
-Simon gets in a fight, Wille is left to pick up the pieces. Finished.
The Road we take:
-As Wille and Simon's second year at Hillershka starts, they learn how to live outside of the spotlight. Some Freshman girls get a little too comfortable. Finished.
I think that's about it. I'm always in for a chat about whatever, don't hesitate to reach out :).
How about 25 for the drabble challenge, for Wilmon?
- oneofthosebells
thanks for the prompt @oneofthosebells! (You can still send me a number from this list and a pairing if you want)
25. āI canāt believe you talked me into thisā + Wilmon
Simonās knees creak as he presses up to stand, almost stumbling after crouching for so long. Dust particles sparkle in the air, illuminated by the sunshine streaming through the uncovered windows after so many days of relentless rain.
He surveys the chaos impassively. Tools scattered about, balled up paper towels and rags. Paint brushes and rollers propped up over buckets, waiting or drying. Wilhelmās 80s What a Time 2 be Alive (even though we werenāt) playlist blaring from the tinny bluetooth speaker. āI canāt believe you talked me into this.ā
Wilhelm grins, his face still boyish, even after all these years, beneath the plaster dust freckling his skin and hair. āI thought you wanted this to be ours.ā
āI do.ā
āWell?ā
āI meant more along the lines of letās not spend above our means and we are absolutely not involving anyone from your family or the court.ā
āAnd we havenāt.ā
āNo. But I didnāt mean we had to do everything ourselves.ā
āRosh and Ayub helped.ā
Simon snorts. āDid they?ā
āYour words, not mine.ā
Simon stretches his arms above his head, clasping his wrist with the opposite hand, reaching side to side. When he lets his shoulders drop a moment later, he grumbles, āI didnāt really have, you know, watching Belgian DIY Youtube videos of how to install drywall in mind.ā
āIn all fairness, Iāve been the one watching those, no?ā Wilhelm's smile broadens. He squints up when Simon doesnāt reply. āWhy donāt you head home, make yourself something to eat and take a break.ā
Simon juts his chin out. āAnd let you stay here and keep working?ā
Wille scrubs his palms on his jeans. āI want to finish this. Iām right in the middle.ā
āThen Iāll stay too,ā Simon insists.
āYou deserve a break,ā Wilhelm tries again. āWeāve been here all weekend.ā
āExactly.ā Simon sets his jaw. āSo. What should I do now?ā
Wilhelm studies him. He knows that set. "Hm... Keep me company?ā
āWille.ā
āLook pretty?ā
āWille.ā Simon rolls his eyes. āWhy donāt I work on prying out the rest of the bath tile, yeah? Iām feeling like a little blunt force might preemptively combat my annoyance at the situation I know Iāll be walking into at work tomorrow.ā
Wilhelm chuckles and nods, tilts his face up towards Simon.
Simon obliges, pressing an affectionate kiss to his lips. Ā āBut Iām taking the speaker with me,ā he warns.
Later, when it is darkness instead of light pouring in through the bare windows and the dust in the air looks like mist in the glare of the intense work lamp Wilhelm bought to be able to see to continue painting late into the evenings after work, Simon comes up behind Wilhelm, where heās scrubbing his forearms and hands at the kitchen sink, and wraps his arms around Willeās waist.
Wilhelm stops the water and dries his hands with a paper towel before turning in Simonās arms to return the embrace. āWeāre filthy,ā Wille observes, but doesnāt pull back.
āToo filthy for a celebratory treat?ā
āI thought we agreed no blow jobs in the reno zone,ā Wilhelm laughs.
Simon rolls his eyes. āYeah, I stand by that.ā Simon extricates himself from Willeās hold and walks over to the freezer, where he pulls out a box of ice cream bars. āBut I think weāve earned these.ā
He pushes up to sit on the counter, and a moment later Wilhelm joins him, elbows brushing, hips touching. They make quick work of the wrappers.
āI donāt say it enough,ā Simon says then, swinging his legs, heels bumping the cabinets below, ābut thank you for thisā¦ for making this happen. Our way.ā
Wille huffs. āDonāt thank me yet. I donāt know what Iām doing.ā
āMaybe. But youāre figuring it out. Weāre figuring it out.ā
Ā āSkĆ„l,ā Wilhelm says, his expression impossibly fond. He holds out his chocolate-coated bar to tap Simonās.
āSkĆ„l,ā Simon grins back.
And if years down the line, Ā when some future owners of the little house decide to take down the half-wall between the kitchen and dining room, and discover behind the plaster two birchwood sticks, each with two hearts outlined on them and the letters S + W, they wonāt know the whole story, but they will, undoubtedly, understand something of what it meant.
If asked to choose, Simon would say his favourite time of the day is late night.
That time of the day when Wille is already halfway to asleep, his limbs pleasantly heavy and tangled with Simonās. His face relaxed and nuzzled into the crook of Simonās neck.
Late night is when he gets to watch Wille, gets to see and experience something no one else does. Vulnerability and trust, his boyfriend mumbling words meant just for Simon into his skin. Touches that light up something inside Simon. Comfort no one else can offer.
Yes, late night is definitely Simonās favourite.
Started rewatching young royals and I forgot how fucking unsmooth wilhelm is lmao
Itās a sEcReT yet he stands in the doorway gazing longingly at Simon playing the piano in full view of everyone else in the room
Goes and cosies up next to him at said piano and gives him laser focused heart eyes and smitten smiles from four inches away whilst flirting and brushing fingers and knees togetherā¦ subtle
Simon very understandably asks if they should discuss the fact that they kissedā¦ and wilhelm is immediately all āwhat?! No why would you bring that up just forget about it obviouslyā
And Simon is like uuuuhhhhh ok and wilhelm has the audacity to be like āIām not gay, as I already mentioned to youā YEAH WILHELM AS YOU MEMTIONED TO HIM RIGHT BEFORE YOU KISSED HIM jfc
All this whilst giving him the hungriest eyes possible and visibly melting every time Simon smiles at him
He hears Rosh stringing her bow to his side, and raises a hand to stop her.Ā
"Wait," He murmurs, and he leans a little forward.Ā
Now focused, he feels his senses growing sharper, tries to ignore the rustle of the leaves in the trees and bushes, Rosh's loud breathing and his own heartbeat. Hell, he can hear hers too. He stares at the figures moving forward.Ā
He can't see in the dark, and the moon isn't shining bright enough for him to discern more than their movements. But he hears them. They're not speaking, but they're walking. One has a firm, steady but light pace, like they know where they're going but still try to keep quiet. The other is more clumsy, unsure of their step, a bit heavier on the heel. The second one is breathing unevenly, trying to keep with the first's pace.Ā
He wants to be sure, so Simon sniffs the air. Tries to ignore the smell of sweat and hay coming from both Rosh and him. He closes his eyes, and focuses on the two humans coming their way. The sure one smells like they had a bath not too long ago, whereas the other smells exactly like Rosh and him, like hay, sweat, dirt and a need to bathe.Ā
"Ayub," He murmurs, and feels Rosh tense even more.
morning has broken
Drabble for week 19 of the weekly drabble challenge initiated by malinowaj.
| 100 words | Prompt: Morning | R: Gen | POV: Erik |
There was something wrong with the morning light.
Too bright, too piercing, too harsh.
It hurt Erikās eyes as he blinked, trying to get a respite. It hurt, and hurt, and hurt. Not only his eyes. There was pain everywhere, drumming through his head, down his neck and the needles leading down through tendons set fires to his fingernails.
Luckily there was no pain below his chest. Nothing below.
Not one thing.
There was a swooshing sound in his ears as he heard voices calling for him. He should probably worry. But it was morning, he could sleep some more.
morning has broken
Drabble for week 19 of the weekly drabble challenge initiated by malinowaj.
| 100 words | Prompt: Morning | R: Gen | POV: Erik |
There was something wrong with the morning light.
Too bright, too piercing, too harsh.
It hurt Erikās eyes as he blinked, trying to get a respite. It hurt, and hurt, and hurt. Not only his eyes. There was pain everywhere, drumming through his head, down his neck and the needles leading down through tendons set fires to his fingernails.
Luckily there was no pain below his chest. Nothing below.
Not one thing.
There was a swooshing sound in his ears as he heard voices calling for him. He should probably worry. But it was morning, he could sleep some more.
They're so soft, seeking comfort, offering affection!
Also, i love Wille's hair is brown here. a lot of the art or gifs show him with lighter hair, which is cool and all, but I like the reminder that he's canonically a brunet!
