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black hair - Alex G

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matching pfp with : @eltell-i

cr: @tuturthecarvroom

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SBG FANART

(Y'all can use them as pfp dw)

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🥢L I A R ! ! !🔪

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LIVE 2K SPECIAL THANKS EVENT ON TIKTOK

For celebring my 2k on tiktok, I made a live for it and it was very fun to be with my friends and moots we laughed so hard 😭

And ofc live mean drawings with me so here the shi* drawings I made 😭

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Rock'N'Roll

Loud music pounded on the brain, which in turn transmitted a signal to the hands, which mercilessly moved along the strings of the electric guitar. Merging with the instrument into a single whole, he didn't care about the people standing at the bottom of the stage, the stuffiness in the room, or whether he had the strength to take another swing in an attempt to recreate the performance. Yes, maybe after his performances he would stumble into the dressing room completely exhausted, both mentally and physically, but it didn't matter, because now, in the process, his whole soul was pouring out along with the loud melody of the strings.

The purple glow of the spotlights blinded him, shone directly into his eyes, making it difficult to concentrate, and no matter how hard he tried to ignore it, he was pulled back to reality over and over again. As if something was trying to warn him about what would happen after. For example, about that guy who, having made his way through the crowd, appeared on stage in an instant. But it took him too long to realize that. Standing on the edge of the world that the brown-haired man repeatedly indulged in, gave his soul to him, and the reality that covered him with its wave, he woke up from his dream only at the moment when someone else's lips greedily grabbed him.

His fingers automatically moved along the strings of the guitar, and despite the minimal space between him and the stranger's body, they continued to play furiously, as if absorbing into the song not only the guitarist, but also the one who had so unexpectedly violated his personal space. And a promise made since childhood. To give your first kiss to your only lover, once upon a time - your best friend.

Something in him burned hotly, reverberated in his heart, not allowing him to stop or push away the young man, pressing him to his face, for some reason dear, so desperately desired… But before the dark-haired man could give his thoughts a chance to take a breath, all the questions that might have arisen in their course immediately disappeared. They found the answer in his eyes, though cloudy, hidden and distorted behind the glow of the spotlight, in icy hands wrapped around hot cheeks, in a drunken and inexorably unchanging smile.

Bright-eyed's words are interrupted before they can even be properly spoken over the noise of the crowd and loud speakers. The guards, though with difficulty and obvious delay, made their way through the people, pushing those in their path, which made it clear to the blonde that it was time to run.

"You can't get away from me!" — Aiden shouts finally, leaving his old friend again.

He blows him a kiss. An airy fucking kiss, straight out of the usual sly grin. Clark hadn't cheated on himself even after all these years.

"You haven't changed. Still the same psychopath..." — Hernandez thinks, looking at the golden crown, which gradually moved further and further out of his field of vision.

It's unusual for himself — brown-eyed is not angry at all, does not worry, and does not even want to run after him. Something inside says that this is how it should have been. And that this is far from the end. Or maybe it's just the effects of shock and the realization of what is happening will come to him after a while..

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paper ballerina 🩰

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If you are taking art requests, can i request a tyden drawing? Ik you've drawn tyden before but im a really big fan of tyden and wanted to ask. Your very talented !!

how could i ever say no to a tyden request

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DANGERBASE FANART

Yall don't know how much this ship mean to me...

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— Thank you! — it is carried in a loud voice throughout the hall.

Loud applause, happy grimaces on the faces of the people who came here. The blond man's face shone with the same radiance. But there was only pure hatred behind it.

The hatred of this stage, the costumes, the noise of the hall, the endless rehearsals... It was no longer something special or interesting. It became part of a routine that others blindly envied. And every time he heard these exclamations about how lucky he was, Clark wanted to scream: "You don't understand anything, you don't know anything about how I feel! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" But he had no right to do that. Therefore, he continued to play. On stage and at home. In public and alone. His whole life became a theater. A one—actor theater in which the actor is a puppet, which was controlled by everyone except himself.

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Evening. The dim light of the lantern. Another cigarette.

With each such time, he needs more and more to calm down all the raging feelings. Tears stopped helping a long time ago. Nicotine replaced them. The poison spreading through his body saved a lot more than meaningless streams from tired eyes.

But this time it was not only the dosage of cigars that distinguished itself. His loneliness was suddenly interrupted by the appearance of a guy unknown to him.

Tall, dark-skinned, with dark hair and equally dark bags under his eyes. He looked as exhausted as Aiden. And I did what he did. He lit a cigarette.

— Not another crazy fan, which means fuck him.. — the young man thought about it, exhaling a ball of smoke from his mouth.

And yet there was something wrong with this guy. Who is he? On the one hand, it shouldn't have bothered the actor much, because who else might not be in the studio. Some kind of worker... Even though he knew the whole team, there's no denying that he could have forgotten someone, right?

— Don't mess with yourself. — the kid ordered himself, and after quickly putting out his cigarette butt, he headed back into the building.

If you knew who he was, Aiden, would you have acted differently that night? If you knew that this person is the one who will show you what life is beyond the concept of "being", tell you about the world, find a feature in such an ugly, in your opinion, face, tell you what it means to be who you want, and not a producer, show what it is Love? If you only knew, what would you do then?

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AU

Aiden — is an artist of the theater.

Tyler — is a new producer who has revealed Clark's true talent.

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Spoiler 94 chapter sbg

I FUCKING forbid Aiden to have the word deja vu in his vocabulary

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hi there, i wanted to share some feedback about the recent development in the 'sbg' comic book series. as a fan, i was excited to see that there would be no established relationships or 'canons' in the story, and i really appreciated that approach. however, recently, i've noticed an active promotion of the pair of aiden and ashlyn, which seems to contradict the initial statement... it is sad......

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Aiden hated feeling awkward.

The distant voices of friends, a perfectly white blanket, an IV drip standing threateningly next to the bed, the disgusting beeping of the device... The oppressive atmosphere of the hospital.

He was left alone with the brown-haired man. "I've been waiting so anxiously for this moment, and in the end I'm sitting here, unable to say a word..." flashed through Clark's head when his gaze once again darted to his friend. This one seems to be the fiftieth in a minute, Tyler finally caught on. More precisely, he probably noticed this nervousness before, but now he decided to put Aiden in a dead end, not allowing him to escape back to his kennel of silence.

— What? — Hernandez said almost irritably, although in fact it was only a cover for his vulnerability.

The desire to somehow regain his former strength still reigned in him, raging restlessly in his mind.

— Tyler, you... — He stopped for a moment, for which he mentally scolded himself.

— Make another joke about a disabled person, and I will stand up on principle to hit your empty head. — With a slight smile, the brown—eyed man added, which really helped, defusing the situation a little.

Aiden smiled with him. He let out a short laugh, but it only restored his former restlessness. His hands began to sort through his fingers, trying to collect his thoughts.

— I'm glad that everything is fine. — Clarke realizes her words and laughs again, hiding her embarrassment. — I mean, not very well, but... At least you're still alive.

Looking up, the guy fixed his gaze on the young man who was sitting in front of him. A smile, albeit uneven, spread across his face, hoping that it would be able to overshadow his crumpled and completely failed expression of feelings, once again directing it all towards a stupid joke. But Tyler didn't laugh. He didn't say he was stupid and looked like an idiot. Instead, he sat down on the bed and carefully opened his arms, looking directly at Aiden. And he immediately approached, pressing trembling palms to his back. The curly top of his head was on his shoulder, and his eyes, hidden behind a thin layer of bright lenses, closed, allowing himself to finally relax.

Aiden hated feeling awkward... But he was fine with Tyler.