I Tried Something A Little Different While Painting This But I Wasn't Satisfied With How It Turned Out,

I tried something a little different while painting this but I wasn't satisfied with how it turned out, but I quite like it with just the base colors.

Currently obsessed with the idea of established-dovesso a bit after the movie with an annual Ever-Never Ball every year having a fierce competition as to which one can do the most epic prom-posal before the other. And like all the students know and are super into it, every year anticipating who's going to beat the other and get in the best proposal first and screaming their heads off when it finally happens. And it makes it so funny because now when Lesso suggests Dovey and her try out the wishfish and Lesso sticks her finger in it and it spells out "WILL YOU GO TO THE BALL WITH ME?" in giant sparkly letters Dovey groans because her plans are foiled and begrudgingly agrees, already plotting away for next year, but there's a little part inside of her that's still jumping around like a schoolgirl and it's clear in her eyes when she kisses her tall idiot to seal the deal. And each year they have to top each other, and it just gets more and more intense and ridiculous and I just love them so much oh my god.

Love it or list it early episodes r like

Hillary: You gave me $20 bucks so I fixed a hidden thing and spent my own money on something you didn't ask for

David: Here is a house that has everything you want. It is 2x your budget and there is a mad scientist under your backyard(you may get lasered through the grass)

this is literally the most impressive art I've ever seen. Also she's gorgeous omg.

***NOT A PHOTO

16 hrs, most of which were me just stabbing my iPad making shiny dots. Go follow me on Instagram for more gay artwork and to help get my algorithm back on track.

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Dovey x Lesso, 11? 💜

11. “This must be a mistake."

“This must be a mistake."

Clarissa paused. She was only a third of the way through her carefully-prepared speech, and of all the reactions she had planned for, that was not one of them. 

“What?”

Lesso’s face was even paler than usual, and her eyes were wide. She reached out and gently took Clarissa by the shoulders. “Who put you up to this? Did you drink something a warlock gave you? I’ll kill him.”

“What are you talking about?” Clarissa was at a complete loss. She had spent weeks trying to figure out how to tell Lesso she loved her, and this was the response she got? “Lesso, no one put me up to this. I just thought–”

Lesso clamped a hand over her mouth. “Don’t say anything else. Whatever this spell is, we can fix it. You can go back to normal, and we can forget all about it.”

Clarissa let out an indignant huff. A tiny part of her wanted to just bite Lesso, but she chose the mature route and reached up to pull her hand away. Lesso’s other hand dropped from her shoulder. “I’m not under a spell. I’m trying to tell you that I love you. And if you don’t feel the same way that’s fine, but you don’t have to–”

“But that’s exactly what I’m saying!” Lesso cried. “You can’t lo–...” she swallowed. “You can’t have those feelings for me. Not without some kind of fucked up hex.”

Clarissa put her hands on her hips. “Don’t tell me what I can or can’t feel,” she growled. “For Storian’s sake, just say you’re not interested and let it drop.”

“Not interested?” Lesso’s laugh was high-pitched and entirely mirthless. “My interest has nothing to do with this.”

“Your interest?” Clarissa raised an eyebrow. Her disappointment began to fade, suddenly replaced with a curious spark of hope. 

“My–wait.” Lesso stepped back and her gaze skittered away. “Whatever, this has nothing to do with me.”

“I think it does.” Clarissa took a step towards her. “I just told you that I love you and your first thought is that I would only ever say that if I was under some sort of evil enchantment.”

“Because it’s true,” Lesso hissed. “It wouldn’t make any sense–”

Clarissa let out an exasperated huff of laughter. “We run the School for Good and Evil, when has anything in our lives ever made sense?” 

Lesso’s protest died on her tongue. She looked so small, for all the world like a frightened woodland creature. The big bad wolf, reduced to a shivering puppy by someone talking about their feelings. Clarissa’s heart swelled with love, enough to drown out her frustration with this mad, impossible woman. 

“Would this be any more nonsensical than you being in love with me?” she asked quietly. 

“Yes.” 

“Why is that?”

“Because it’s impossible to not fall in love with you,” Lesso mumbled. Her eyes were still averted, gaze firmly fixed on the ground. 

“Lesso, look at me.” When the other woman did not comply, Clarissa reached out and tilted her chin up with her index finger. “I love you. I have been in love with you for some time now. And it might not make any sense, but it’s true. Now what do you want to do about it?” She kept the tip of her finger under Lesso’s chin, unwilling to break that tiny bit of contact. 

Lesso stared at her for several interminably long seconds as every emotion known to man flashed across her face. Finally, finally she landed on acceptance. 

Before Clarissa could react she surged forward, pulling the fairy godmother into a searing kiss. A soft squeak bubbled up in Clarissa’s throat, but it was quickly replaced with a pleased hum. Her eyes slid shut and she pressed forward, sliding her hands under Lesso’s coat and resting them on the smooth planes of her back. 

Lesso froze and pulled back slightly. “Shit, I should have asked if you were okay with that, I know you Evers–”

“Stop talking and just kiss me,” Clarissa panted.

For once, Lesso didn’t argue with her. 

Emma: "Go hang a salami" backwards is "I'm a lasagna hog".

Regina: How did either of those sentences occur naturally for you to discover this?