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To relive a death

@williamvapespeare commissioned me to draw anything with the boys being gentle to each other and Edwin comforting Charles in general, so we went with this!

The idea of a character who is dead having to go through it once a year is very dear and near to my heart (how many dead blorbos do you have, I hear you ask. Too many) but at least these two have each other

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I changed it again promise this is the last time my new user name everywhere is now

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Changed my user name from

localqrow to thechaosdomain

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you COMMENT on fic? you comment on the story like it's worth something? oh! oh! love for reader! love for reader for One Thousand Years!!!!

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I went in the code again and saw the new Boop paws were vectors this time, so I converted them into some good sized pngs that are a little easier to work.

Save and share to boop your people later!

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well… *pushes up glasses* i’m something of a fucking idiot myself 😏

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I admit I am quite the fan of saying “okiedokie”

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Tequila (a short comic)

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Prompt: Hitchhiker

Word count: 608

Characters/pairing: Steve, Robin and Eddie

The road is long and they haven’t seen signs of civilisation or even another care in forever and the only thing keeping Steve even vaguely sane is Robin who’s run out of things to tell him and is now pointing out stuff she sees like a bird and a cloud that she thought looked like a bird. Which is why when Steve sees the figure of a person walking along the side of the road he’s surprised but really it’s none of his concern why or how this person is out here so far from any city or town.

“We should give him a ride.” Robin says when she finally looks back at the road in front of them.

“We aren’t picking up the hitchhiker, Robin.” Steve sighs

“Aww but he looks friendly.” She tells him and they are close enough to be able to see him. He's tall, his long hair is tied up in a messy ponytail and he’s wearing a denim vest over a leather jacket in the heat. Surely he’s over heating Steve thinks before shaking his head ever so slightly.

“No, that's how you get murdered.” Steve replies his voice turning high pitched as he makes what he thinks is a very reasonable point but the look he catches Robin giving him out of the corner of his eye tells him she strongly disagrees with him.

“But look at the poor guy, he looks so sad.” Robin points at the man they are about to drive past.

“No.”

“Please.”

“No, absolutely not.”

“Why not?” Robin huffs at him as they continue to drive after passing the scruffy looking man.

“He’s a stranger!” Steve exclaims honestly getting annoyed at being treated like he's the one being unreasonable and not Robin.

“A stranger in need.” Robin retorts and all Steve can do is close his eyes for a brief second and curse himself for ever becoming Robin's friend and curse her for knowing him so well as he brakes, stopping the car in the middle of the road and waiting.

“If we get murdered it’s your fault.” He points a finger at her, receiving a shrug and a slight head tilt from her.

“Fair.”

The car's back door opens and the stranger throws his bag into the back seat before climbing in himself.

“Thanks for stopping.” He grins at them “ I promise I won’t murder you.” He laughs at his very poor taste joke and all Steve can do is groan,dropping his head so it’s resting the steering wheel for a moment.

“What?” The man asks in response to Steve’s groan like what he said wasn’t one of the most unhinged things to say after climbing into a complete stranger's car.

“Don’t mind him, he's just grumpy.” Robin tells the man “and how do you know we aren’t murderers?” She asks the man, sounding honestly a little menacing even to Steve who knows she can’t stand the sight of blood and has never hurt anyone at least physically she hurts Steve’s feelings all the time.

“Are you?” The man asks. not seeming worried about the situation, doesn't have any self-preservation although Steve’s guesses not since he’s hitchhiking in the middle of nowhere.

“you'll just have to wait and see.” Robin shrugs as Steve sits up right again staring straight ahead at the road.

“You're both ridiculous.” He comments as he starts driving down the endless road again.

“I’m Eddie by the way.” The stranger introduces himself.

“Robin.” Robin tells him with a little wave “and this is Steve.” She adds lightly punching his arm.

“Nice to meet you both. So where are you headed?”

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Prompt: Bath

Word count: 1057

Characters/pairing: Steve and Eddie

After everything that happened the group decides to crash at Steve’s house and Steve agreed to it knowing that knowing exactly where everyone he gives a shit about is will put his brain at ease.

Stumbling tiredly through the door basically dragging a barely conscious but thankfully alive and mostly in one piece Eddie with him his arm slung over his shoulder.

“Someone close the door.” He calls over his shoulder not bothering to check if someone does. standing at the bottom of the stairs they look like a mountain to Steve tired mind, he’s not looking forward to getting Eddies tired, injured body up them but they need to clean up and with everyone here all the other bathrooms are in use except the one attached to Steve’s room, leaving him no other choices.

They make slow progress taking it one step at a time this would definitely be easier if he wasn’t carrying Eddie's dead weight.

“You could at least pretend to help.” He grumbles as the metal head seems to become progressively heavier with every step. The soft snort that comes from the other boy tells Steve he’s actively choosing not to help like an asshole.

When they finally make it to Steve’s bedroom he unceremoniously dumped Eddie onto the bed watching him bounce a few times and then make no attempt to move from how he landed. Letting out a tired sigh it dawns on Steve that Eddie can barely stand at the moment so there’s no way he’s going to be able to stand long enough to shower which leaves only one other option.

“I’m going to shower first.” Steve tells him “then I’ll run you a bath okay?” He stands there waiting for a response from Eddie who lifts an arm giving him a thumbs up before the limb falls back onto the bed like the bones had suddenly been removed.

“Don’t fall asleep.” He warns walking into the bathroom leaving the door cracked open, just in case.

He turns the shower on letting the water run whilst he gingerly peels the blood and grim and who knows what else soaked clothes from his body hissing when his shirt sticks to the wounds, fuck this is awful he commiserates before throwing the item onto the floor. He chances a look at the injuries in the mirror cringing as he gets the first proper look at himself he looks awful. Getting in the shower lets out another sharp force when the water hits his skin making it ache for a few moments, eventually the warmth of the water starts to seep into his bones, relaxing his muscles.

He makes quick work of scrubbing his skin until it’s clean and a little red, not a speck of blood or upside down viscera left. Feeling a touch more human he takes his time washing his hair finding a tiny bit of comfort in the familiar routine.

“Still alive?” Steve asks, walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He’d been aiming for a light hearted joke but he guesses he missed by a mile when Eddie frowns for a second before slowly blinking his eyes open, a lazy smile forming as he looks up at Steve.

“Think so but can’t be sure.” He croaks out.

“Good.” Is all Steve says moving to grab some clean pajamas before disappearing back into the bathroom to get dressed.

Fresh clothes on, old ones kicked into the corner of the bathroom for him to deal with later he starts running on Eddie's bath, pouring a generous amount of bubble bath into the water as it fills, watching the bubbles form. Whilst he’s waiting for it to fill he sits down on the toilet lid letting his mind go blank and allowing himself a moment to just exist.

With the bath filled Steve stands with a pained groan before going to retrieve Eddie who’s staring at him again a soft smile on his face

“Come on up.” Steve’s says

“Noooo.” Eddie groans back defiantly rolling his eyes Steve leans forward grabbing Eddies hands and using his strength to hoist the other up onto his feet ignoring the burning pain that radiates through his sides as he watches Eddie standing there looking a little dazed and very confused about how he ended up right again before a sly grin over takes his face.

“Don’t.” Steve interrupts ”whatever your going to say just don’t.” Not having the energy to deal with whatever comment the metalhead was going to make right now.

“Don’t what?” Eddie asks, grinning. “I wasn’t going to say anything.”

“Sure.” Is all Steve says before ushering Eddie into the bathroom.

“I’ll be out here if you need anything.” Steve tells him, turning to leave but a hand wrapping tightly around his wrists stops him in his tracks.

“Stay, please.” Eddie asks, eyes wide and panicked

“ I don’t want to be alone.” He whispers, sounding so much like a scared child.

“Okay.” He agrees.

He stands facing the wall to give Eddie a little bit of privacy whilst he strips off several pained groans and sharp hisses fill the room before the sound of sloshing water lets Steve know it’s safe to turn around again.

They sit quietly, neither of them wanting to break the silence as Eddie does his best to clean himself off movements stiff and clumsy. The water that was once clear slowly turns a disgusting murky brown that makes Steve grimace.

“I’m going to need a hand getting out.” Eddie says abruptly startling Steve out of his thoughts.

“Right.” Steve stands up wincing as the bites on his sides get tugged painfully.

“No peeking.” Eddie teases, starting to sound more like himself again and all Steve can do is huff and close his eyes as he holds out his hands.

“Uh can I borrow some clothes?” Eddie asks as he lets go of Steve’s hand, there’s a soft shuffling of what Steve thinks is him grabbing a towel.

“Yeah stay here I’ll get them.” Steve’s answers , cracking his eyes open once he’s pretty sure Eddie isn’t standing naked in his bathroom. He looks much better now that he’s not covered in various substances Steve smiles at him before leaving the bathroom to go and grab a set of pajamas for Eddie.

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yeah, sorry i exhibited symptoms of the disorder i told you i have. it will happen again because i have that disorder and will continue having it. hope this helps!! 🫶🫶🫶

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Pov Esther and Monty bonding

(Monty needs a responsible adult.)

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Best could get from me here @brokensocialscone

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dead boy detectives fandom, can we please appreciate lauren k. robek's acting?? i know we didn't see much of her but the way she brought edwin's mannerisms to his disguise was so good. like i did not doubt for one second that aunt cindy wasn't edwin under there. like i could imagine every facial expression lauren k. robek made while playing edwin being made by george rexstrew too, and vice versa. esp in the train scene, when edwin takes off the glasses, that little smirk that both lauren k. robek and george rexstrew did?? she played edwin so well and it will never cease to amaze me

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not now sweetie, mommy is watching how the massive girlbossification of female characters has led to the belief that weak and vulnerable female characters are badly written characters because apparently every woman needs to be outspoken and witty and snarky and brave in order to be considered “complex” and have any value in a piece of media!!

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one time I used the ben affleck smoking reaction image in the family group chat and my mom replied with the funniest possible response which was: "mommy doesn't know who the guy is???" and that phrase has not left my brain since. I'll see blorbos on my dash that I don't recognize and I'll be like well it seems mommy doesn't know who the guy is.

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visits to uncle waynes house