And The Lord Sayest Unto Me, "lock The Fuck In"

guy who is not being forced to do anything: ugh i hate watching a show and then having to learn how to draw real people

(ft. microsoft paint calligraphy brush)

does anyone want to enter a visibly sexually charged rivalry-slash-questionable-friendship with me so we can coordinate exchanging longing glances and lingering touches in the public eye or are you all debbie fucking downers. homosexuality required btw

people might think creating OC lore involves a lot of thinking & planning, but in my personal experience, OC development is more like a divine vision from a god slamming you over the head with a mallet while ur doing the fuckin dishes or folding laundry

liam: 😕🙁☹️

Not an ask, just had to say how i ADORE your thiam art! Its always a joy finding other thiam artists and ur style is so fitting for them i love it sm!!

OH thank you so much!! i love love love your thiam art too, your colours and style are just so delicious and your theo and liam designs are sick as hell 🙇‍♂️ no artist is safe from thiam brainworms it seems

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken, Liam Dunbar & Theo Raeken Characters: Liam Dunbar, Theo Raeken Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Liminal Spaces, Attempt at Humor, Injury Recovery, Mentioned Dread Doctors (Teen Wolf), Do You Really Exist During Midnight Hours?, Exchanges In Abandoned Warehouses, The Shadows Can Only Reach You If You Let Them, Digging Bullets Out Of A Beautiful Boy Who Occasionally Sparks Murderous Rage, Hopeful Ending, (i think), Not Beta Read Summary:

Liam makes an unamused noise and slides up further against the wall. His shoulder bumps against Theo’s as he shifts, two seconds of leeching warmth untainted by syringes of fool’s-mercury. It feels like a welding gun to his skin, sparks springing onto his unguarded face. Both boys elect to ignore it. “You didn’t tend to my wounds, jackass.”

Theo eyes him wearily. Fantasising about violence is not new to him, but the victim looking like he got run through a meat grinder is, to a degree. Nevertheless, he can play nice. Old dogs have learned new tricks before. “I was going to, but then you said you didn’t want my help, so I guess the freaky murder warehouse ghosts will have to do it instead.”

the Visions (theo picking up smoking to have something to do with his mouth and hands when he gets jittery and coercing liam into giving him money for cigarettes (without telling him it's for cigarettes, but liam notices anyway because Werewolf Senses and Worrying) until liam gets fed up one day and just buys him a bunch of gum and a plastic ring band to fidget with because "dude you fucking reek and your truck fucking reeks and we both know nicotine doesn't do shit for you") plague me at night

french-speaking theo is a worm living in my brain. need medical attention

BTW when you encounter a character and think "What's this guy's fucking problem?" that's your body trying to give you an out before you fall into obsession.

snippet sunday (is that what it's called. i digress)

“I’m not late, right?” Liam pants as he slides onto the stool next to Theo. Honest-to-God pants. Before AP Bio he had Spanish, which cannot be more than ten rooms away. Meaning he either went to the bathroom, or he was doing something extremely ill-advised, and Liam’s slightly terrified of the school bathrooms.

“You know, a while ago they invented this really cool thing called a clock, and then they took something else called a bell and figured out that if they rang it at specific intervals—”

“Fucking asshole, you could’ve just said yes or no.” Theo doesn’t grin, but it’s a near thing. Liam lets his forehead hit the slightly disgusting lab table with a soft thunk and groans.

“I was busy running and fighting for my life in the hallway. Didn’t know if I missed it or not.”

“Dr. Ecklund locks the door as soon as the bell rings. This is not new information.”

“Shut the fuck up, man.” He does, but only because Dr. Ecklund is calling for everyone to quiet down while she explains the day’s lab. Theo could probably do most of the curriculum with his eyes closed, but. Figures it can’t hurt to be careful when AP tests are so close. At least one half of the pair needs to know what the hell is going on if they want to pass, and so far, it’s never been Liam, who is currently checked out and doodling up his forearm with a pen produced out of thin air. 

Theo watches Liam scribble some indecipherable phrase on his arm just as the timer for their lab stations starts. He’s got his tongue sticking out, and Theo wants to poke it back in, but settles for asking “Where were you coming from? When you ran into class earlier?”

Liam startles. Takes a second to glare at the smudged dash of ink now running up his skin before he responds. “Wouldn’t you like to know, jackass.”

(pleased to inform everyone that this is an entirely different piece than the one i posted last time! yolo or whatever gandalf said

also i'm gonna be real i don't understand tumblr all that much and i suck at community interaction so!! ignore that nobody tagged me i'm just butting my way in here. i am honourary tagging anyone who wants to participate. goodnight)