oh to camp under the stars with your bosom buddy who you totally don’t want to become your bosom boyfriend.

anytaintedcreature:

kaioree-arts:

Another piece I couldn’t resist doing for “And I Play It on Repeat” by @anytaintedcreature on ao3 every time I reread your fic, I’m inspired to draw the scenes, I hope you don’t mind.. I just love your work sm.

I made another piece prior, but I forgot Tumblr doesn’t like no-no images these days haha..

Good excuse for me to practice lighting and color, too ~

OH MY GOD AMAZING I LOVE IT AND YOU

Not me realising Erik would plausibly have a second wardrobe of fancy and/or feminine outfits (leather, bunny suit, academy uniforms and dresses) because I keep giving El a clothing fetish

(Anyway yes kinktober /was/ happening this month but I don’t have the time to spruce up those drafts for posting til maybe November? Though most are oneshots and would go on AO3!! :D )

Day 4: Trust Fall

Summary: Eleven wakes up from a bad dream and finds someone sitting at his side.

Word count:952

Eleven is falling.

He’s falling freely through space, cutting through the darkness blanketing him from every side, every angle, as he stretches his arms and breathes.

When will he hit the ground? He doesn’t know. He sinks deeper into the jaws of sticky, clammy black, dissolving into it, closing his eyes, his skin tingling…

Like the snap of a finger, Eleven jolts up in bed and clutches his pulsing head. His fingers slip into his short hair and he sighs.

“Hey,” Erik’s voice mutters.

Eleven turns and there is Erik, sitting with his fingers folded in his lap, smiling slightly. Sadly.

“Hi,” Eleven says.

“Having trouble sleeping?” Erik asks.

“Mmhmm,” Eleven hums as his fingers dig into his eye sockets and rub the sleep from his closed eyes.

Erik doesn’t say anything. Eleven keeps his eyes shut, even after he’s finished rubbing them, shifting to a sitting position. His fingers flatten against his temple and he stares into his lap.

He can’t remember the last time he’s had a solid night’s rest. Maybe there was a night or two in the Last Bastion, in a place that no longer exists. But he can’t count even one night since then.

Realizing that Erik is watching him sleep comforts Eleven. Like he should have kept sleeping knowing there was someone else there to protect him, someone Eleven can trust.Someone who can lift the profuse weight off his shoulders.

This weight… Eleven sniffs. It’s unreal how unexpectedly relieving it is to not be carrying it alone anymore.

Before, when they’d been traveling, they’d take shifts staying awake throughout the night. Two people were always up, sitting by the fire. Eleven had spent a lot of time with Erik that way — with Erik having his back, the duo facing off against the night together.

Just like then, Erik leans forward and taps El on the forearm.

“You feeling alright?” Erik asks.

“No.”

Eleven feels the sting of his nose and clears his throat. Still not used to this whole “feeling emotions” thing, Eleven finds it embarrassing when he starts to cry. Hot, wet tears roll down his cheeks and he covers his face, curling into himself.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Erik’s voice breaks through Eleven’s thornbush of emotions, and Eleven turns to him, dropping his head into Erik’s lap.

Erik touches the top of Eleven’s head, pushing him deeper into his panicked cries, which shake his body.

It’s Eleven’s nature to be quiet, but that’s not so easy when he’s pouring his soul out, which stains the front of Erik’s tunic. By the time Eleven pulls away, he’s collected himself a little more, nudging Erik’s hands away.

“El, is everything okay?” Erik whispers.

Erik places a hand on Eleven’s knee and Eleven jerks away. Don’t call me that. Don’t touch me like that.

“Could you please not touch me? I just… I-I don’t feel very well.”

“Alright.”

Eleven slowly breathes in and out, dropping his shoulders and closing his eyes as Erik retracts his hands. Eleven’s heart races, everything on high alert as if expecting an ambush despite it being the middle of a peaceful night.

“You okay? You need anything?” Erik asks. He’s so close, yet so far away, with a rift of experiences between them.

El shakes his head. “No, I’ll be alright. I just… it’s been really difficult adjusting to not being in almost literal hell.”

“Mmhm.”

“The only time anyone ever touched me was to hurt me. Even you, when you saw me, drew your knife.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” Eleven says. “It’s just… how can I ever reasonably expect to be treated with kindness again? I can’t. Kindness is much more fleeting than the scars on my body. I can’t forgetwhere those came from when…”

A tear slides down Eleven’s cheek and he clears his throat, but it feels like he’s choking, choking on the noxious thoughts that had settled over him ever since that first day back in time. It feels like a part of him had been broken, a part he is incapable of repairing because that would mean taking the whole person apart and starting over again.

“No one’s expecting you to forget, but I hope you can forgive us. Or at least me,” Erik says, the hint of a smirk returning.

Eleven lightly snorts. “Yeah, I’m— I’ll try.”

“You’re not there yet, huh?” Erik asks.

“It’s not for want of trying.”

“I’m sure you’ll get there.”

“Mm.”

“Well,” Erik starts, heaving a sigh, as he stands from his char. “I didn’t mean to creep on you while you slept. I’ll get out of your hair now.”

“Please stay,” Eleven says. He presses his hand behind his own neck, calming his nerves. “I can’t sleep otherwise.”

“You trust me that much?” Erik asks.

Eleven nods.

“Wow, uh…” Erik rubs the back of his head. “I guess I’m just a little surprised. After everything you’ve gone through, I assumed you wouldn’t.”

Eleven didn’t trust the other Erik at all. But this one? This was the one Eleven had gone back in time a second time for, possibly subjecting himself to once again being torn apart atom by atom. This was the Erik whom Eleven had been waiting to hug as soon as they’d reunited again.

“I trust you more than anything,” Eleven says. “So please.”

He leans over and pats the recently vacated seat for emphasis. Erik smiles and drops into it again.

“Alright, pal. I’ll be right here, so you go on and rest,” Erik says.

Eleven slides down into bed, resting his head on his pillow. He curls a hand under his cheek and smiles.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” Erik responds.

hello??

Some gays

Y'all I can’t stop they too cute

Back at it again with that gay shit

Here’s some more luminerik because I can’t draw enough of them

I’ve been playing a lot of Dragon Quest 11 and these two are just so cute together They’re in love ·w· Also, happy late Valentine’s day!! :>

I made a short luminerik plushie video!!! I hope this gives an even better idea of how they might look in ur hands!! ☺️

Pre-order link, and more info is the pinned post on my blog!! Stock is limited to the remainder of the pre-order, so don’t miss out!!

Happy Halloween!! I tried to dress up El and Erik for the spooky occasion hehe ✨ The pre-order link is in the pinned post on my blog!!

Plushies are past fully funded, and are now in production!!! Pre-orders are open until Nov. 30th 2020 at 11:59 EST, and supplies are limited to the remaining pre-order plushies, and there aren’t many left!!I won’t be restocking them, so don’t miss out!! please check my pinned post for the pre-order shop link, and more info!!