Runningwithhellhounds - OwO

Welp if you're not bored of the foxhole court maybe you could draw a domestic scene with the team hanging out or something like that?? Honestly I just REALLy love your art style and your tfc art is just wOW (that Andrew portrait tho *I'm dead*) but tbh you could draw anything for that matter and I'd cry tears of joy

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ dude, my heart! so so lovely of you! the print of this shall end up on the inside of my wardrobe. thanks for the reply! <3 i’ll keep it in mind the next time i deciede to draw sth, which might be this weekend cuz i have some slovene to learn and therefore some slovene to avoid. but yay, may your preferred weather follow you and may the thing you worry about have a lovely outcome

YOU PRECIOUS CHILD i am in awe and highly overly emotional, this is b e a u t i f u l ! Just the fact that you like it enough to redraw it makes me so so happy! It’s amazing! I swear the cereal i’m eating rn started tasting better after i saw this

(Inspired by runningwithhellhounds artwork- CHECK IT OUT! ITS AMAZING!)

Did some Maze Runner artwork ^u^

Dude you might actually be my favourite thing ever ilysm

Dude. If this was not put in my ask accidentally than damn. This kind of things i print and put on my wall. I read this many times and it still makes me actually smile and i hope nobody's watching and it probably made my week (and we have vocation this week). I cannot put into words how much it means to me and i wish i could hug you right now. You are cooler than your fav character!

tommy with a flower crown !

you think: this is stupid. you're caught in a levitation trap between the elevator and the third floor. this is stupid, because you saw him by the staircase and you took the elevator. it's stupid to take the elevator in a four-storey building when you're you. it's stupid that the action-reaction of you and him has had something in between. a few-meter distance. it's not even ignoring when it's so overtly an investment. when you adjust yourself like this. it's stupid.

you think, right, and press the fourth-floor button.

you step out, all wire, when he's two steps from the top. he stops, looks around slowly, then shuffles to the top.

you don't live on this floor, he says.

not new: you reducing the distance. stepping in the way. adjusting yourself back to pre-adjustment. you can call it adjustment, because otherwise you don't call it at all. he probably doesn't. this is the form of investment.

you look around, in imitation, in need a mirror, motherfucker? then look at him. yeah, you say.

he raises his eyebrows. yeah?

okay, you say. okay. let’s play a game. we exchange information. i say something, you guess whether it's true, you say something, then i guess.

he just looks at you for a moment. in stasis.

nope, he then says. no, nope, nope.

what? you feel your face scrunch. come on. why not?

nope, he repeats.

and you think: why not fall all the way in, huh? you've heard a song say distracted on the edge of falling in, and the falling seemed like something to want. and you have wanted, and here you are. disappointed but not surprised. stepping in the way. here you are.

i know your schedule, you say. it's not because – you shake your head aggressively, do a cut, over, redo motion with your hands. restart: it's because my friends study the same—whatever. doesn't matter. whatever. i know you're ditching now.

you inhale, gust-large, and watch him inhale, barely there in his in-stasis-if-you-blink-right.

creepy? he says, a corner of his mouth smiling, and you think, you absolute idiot. you fool. where is your literacy? do you need it spelled out? pulled into the lines that you could read? think confessions wear lipstick like in american films?

so what lecture do i have now, he asks. he glances at his watch with his suburban business gesture, which also says i dress differently on weekends from school days, and it also explains you having told him your shoes would be bad in an apocalypse. and now you look at his shoes and can hear the clicking of him walking up the stairs, and know your steps would be silent like an oath.

why would i make up something like that, you say, with good disgust. literally.

is this blackmail, he squints his eyes.

yes! it's blackmail, you say.

he's still holding his bag, like this is a part of going home. you think at him: it's not! i would put five hundred bags down. i would untie my shoes. this is a thing in itself. you absolute idiot.

okay, he says. what do you want?

what? you ask, on reflex. it floods over you, wetting all your clothes: the fuck it, guess that's it you felt when you restarted the elevator. how your sneakers turned into combat boots, and you stepped out soundly.

i'll think about it, you say, voice coming out strange.

you'll think about it, he repeats. he is again hinting a smile, like he does, like directness is something lesser. and you think, it might be, huh. here i am. he says: then why say that now?

then why say that now, you mock, but it comes out bad, and you cough a little, and shake your head a little. wouldn't you like to know, you say. i have my reasons. the time will come.

he just stands there, calmly. doesn't say anything. frame-freezes, calmly, like he does. and you can't tell whether he's doing deliberate masking or this is what his insides look like. you do like the contrast, though. admittedly. this is not what your insides look like. the appeal of the unknown, huh? certainly when it almost smiles like that. finally, he says: okay.

okay, you repeat. your shoes are sneakers again, so you say: bye.

bye, he says. you blink, inhale, run down the stairs.

okay, then.

okay i just followed you bc your drawings are absolutley the most perfect thing i've ever seen ok? i admire you x

Aw that made me really happy, thank you so much ! I like your blog, too :D

Riko boi for @tfctelephoneartgame