Don't Forget

Penumbra, a small self-indulgent personal project

It was all painted in Photoshop, for anyone curious :)

"Where'd you learn those moves?"

"I was just following your lead."

Take my scribbles of the cowboy and space ranger lovers

[i have been Insanely busy but nothing will stop me from doodles]

Yep, this fic is sending me to cloud nine and I can't stop getting emo reading this masterpiece 😩💕💖💝 💖💖

For @binkyisonline 's new drawing of Fred based on a quote of Jim Hutton's, where he said "A million images flowed through my head, each one of him either laughing his socks off or looking as soft and vulnerable as a rose petal"

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Jim didn't know how Freddie could do it, how he managed the different sides that people got to see. He was just glad this side was one that only he got to see.

Freddie, stretched out peacefully in the garden with nothing on other than one of Jim's shirts, and even that was unbuttoned. He and Jim had spent the day outside together naked, because Freddie insisted on the aesthetic.

Currently, the man was laying slightly curled on his side, eyes closed as Jim sat across from him. Jim thought he looked like a fairytale creature that he mustn't disturb. His lover looked so soft and precious while asleep, a smile from a dream showing his adorable teeth.

Jim observed him, adoring every little unconcious twitch Freddie made. A little nose snuffle here, a finger moving there. The singer looked unguarded as he would ever be. Even when he woke up in Jim's arms, there would be some guard up that he wanted to pull down again.

Eventually, his control didn't last and he crawled to Fred's body, stopping before he reached him. He couldn't decide which part he wanted to touch. This was a rare moment and if he was sure Freddie would be asleep the entire time, he'd take hours to just feel his lover's body.

Jim slowly trailed one hand over Freddie's side, fingers lightly stroking before moving over his chest and stomach, while his other hand came to stroke his hair. It always amazed Jim by how soft his hair was.

He leaned down to press a kiss to Freddie's forehead, and just before he pulled away, he heard the soft voice as a gentle hand clasped his wrist.

"Darling..."

Freddie said the word with a sort of breathless awe, and when Jim looked down, he saw those big, brown eyes looking so vulnerable and open.

"Freddie..." he replied, just as quiet. The named shuddered as his other hand came up to hold Jim's free hand.

"Say it again.", he pleaded, holding eye contact with the other man.

"Freddie."

"My real name." Freddie whispered.

"Farrokh...", Jim whispered back, squeezing the hand he has twined with his lover's. Looking at Freddie's eyes, he could see teary joy in their warmth.

Fred's smile reached his eyes, Jim decided, after seeing the unbridled joy in his face at hearing Jim say his name. That beautiful smile he didn't try to hide this time.

Jim only had to look to his right to find the words to describe Freddie in that moment as he took him into his arms and told him how precious he was.

Soft and vulnerable as a rose petal, indeed.

Full version!

Currently my big interest right now. 💕 I might have missed out early, but better late than never right?

Oh....my god....😱💕

“Who is your favorite fearless hero?”

Thought of redrawing these two again after relistening to Mr Bad Guy lately 😊❤

Feigning

Aww thanks ! Very appreciate it that’s it’s you saying that ☺️

Um…. So are you guys still interested in this au where Jessie is the main protagonist of the round up gang?

Been coming up with both their stories, specially about this Woody in particular.

THIS 😭💖✨💕❤️

I will never get over how cute this is fuckij,, hats,, contrasting colors with the shirts,,, aa