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This is a special gift for any of you who are fans of the father and son relationship between Gyro and Boyd that was inspired by a conversation I had with @shychick-52. I hope you will enjoy this little story I wrote.

It was a long and tiring day for Boyd and Gyro when they finally got home. They had just gotten back from what could be considered the adventure of a lifetime or what some liked to call “The Last Adventure”. The mission to shut down Fowl for good was tremendous since it was partially a rescue for Huey and Webby, then everyone involved was trying to figure out what exactly the fiendish organization was planning, which turned out to be Bradford wanting to erase anything adventurous from existence and that included anyone that was associated with Scrooge McDuck. Thankfully the entire McDuck family succeeded in stopping that from occurring and just as they were headed home in the Sunchaser, Launchpad accidentally caused the occupants of the plane to be launched out into the open sky with what seemed like no way of avoiding a huge and terrible fall all the way to the ground. Luckily for Gyro, Boyd was there to catch him and he flew them all the way to Duckburg with his rocket feet for several hours leading to Boyd being exhausted once he landed them all safely home. Gyro took notice of this and decided to carry him to his bedroom where he could lay on the bed he designed specifically for Boyd to help recharge him. As Gyro started gently tucking Boyd into bed, he couldn’t help but think about the events that happened just hours ago and how terrified he was for Boyd throughout the entire ordeal. He may not have shown it but when he heard what Fowl’s ultimate plan was he became instantly concerned about whether or not he would see his definitely real boy again. Then to add more fuel to the fire when he saw that Dewey and Louie, who were the kid’s leaders while the adults tried to stop Fowl, were in front of his cell with none of the others in sight he internally began to worry about what had caused them all to be separated in the first place and he wanted to ask questions, but time was of the essence so he told them, in his own scientific words, how to open the cell doors in the hopes that once they had released their brother they would help him get out so he could begin his own search for Boyd to make sure nothing terrible had happened to him. Unfortunately he ended up getting captured by May and June who tied him up before he even had the chance to look for Boyd. When all the danger had passed he finally reunited with Boyd whose head was not attached to his own body, but instead Lil’ Bulb had looked after his brother like Gyro had asked by giving his body to Boyd resulting in a combo Gyro had hoped to never see again for as long as he lived, Lil’ Boyd. Gyro had asked the children how that happened and they weren’t willing to say anything about it at first, but when they saw how upset he was about Boyd’s predicament they told him about the plane crash which sent Gyro into an even bigger spiral of concern for Boyd with him constantly asking if he was alright and then searching for his body like his own life depended on it. Only when Boyd was safe and sound in his arms did Gyro finally feel completely at ease and seeing Boyd sleeping peacefully in the comfort of his own home brings a loving smile on Gyro’s face. As he goes to give Boyd a sweet kiss on the top of his head good night Gyro notices a soft and trilling noise that seems to be coming from, to his surprise, his own self. All his life he knew that chickens can purr, but he never once had an experience quite like this until now and looking down at his precious little creation he realized exactly why he was making this soothing sound to begin with. Gyro Gearloose is the happiest he’s ever been in his entire life! This realization made Gyro smooth back Boyd’s hair so it wouldn’t get in his face, gives him a gentle kiss on the forehead, says “Good night, Boyd” in the softest voice anyone has ever heard from him, and just as he’s about to head into his own room to go to bed he hears a small and quiet “Good night, Daddy” from a very sleepy Boyd. Having heard that Gyro’s heart began to melt with love, happiness, and delight entirely for his son, Boyd Gearloose.

[greykolla-art]

have you seen this art? it reminds me so much of your radiorose drawings!!

Oh HECK YEAH!🤩

[kikker-oma]

Art for Chapter 1 of "Travel Through the Darkness" by @mariasparrow ! (Also happy late birthday🎉)

Hope you like it❤️

[yeenybeanies]

this is my favorite one that i’ve done so far 💖 feat. the return of the heart tails 💖

naga!ghostsoap in the bones 🐍🦴

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sheriff spin saturday

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[roychewtoy]

TAKE MY HAND. WE ARE GOING TO SHIV AND ROME WORLD

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[sk3tch404]

i NEED to see ghiacchio next, please.....😭😭

You beg and you shall receive

I take hands half seriously 😁😋

The verbal abuse goes crazy but at least he won't give you frost bite the first couple of times!!

When you comply with your mentally unstable tsundere yandere but they're still not very nice with you (unsurpringly you're not the problem!! #survivalskills)

Tbh I had a bit of difficulty bc one, poses/canvas room 💀, two, Ghiaccio as a yandere is very scary due to his 0 to 100 anger. Getting yelled at by a murderous male assassin is actually terrifying irl and just to think about, so here's mildly tame Ghia + him being a meanie with his words as per usual :DD

No glasses ver beloww

[thehuggingisajustfortodaything36]

Orange, yellow, and green moot!

Orange moot 🎃- Let’s go on a picnic and eat PB&J :]. I would definitely want to go on a picnic and eat PB&J with you too!

Yellow moot 🧀- You’re silly. Whimsical even. Jolly little feller. Thank you. That is so nice of you to say.

Green moot ☘️- I want to hug you so bad. If I could I would. I absolutely would want to give you a hug if I could too! For now this will have to do. 😊 ❤️ 🫂

Aww! Thank you so much Shychick! You are seriously a wonderful, kind, and thoughtful friend! 🥹 ❤️

[aspenaspenaspenaspenaspen]

The progression of Dex thinking of Biana as “Biana Vacker” to just thinking of her as “Biana”

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 119

Part 1 Part 118

“We’ve still got five days,” Eddie whines.

Steve looks up from where he’s sprawled in the little space between the coffee table and couch, lifting himself by the elbows to peer over its surface. Eddie’s got the front door swung wide. Steve can barely spot Barbara’s red hair past Eddie’s raised arm, the curve of her shoulder, the strap of her backpack.

“It’s Wednesday,” Barbara replies, ducking under Eddie’s arm. Carol follows her lead, finger-waving tauntingly as she comes in. She’s so short that she doesn’t even have to bend down to make it through.

Eddie stomps his foot, but closes the door, leaning his head against it to whine into the cheap wood.

“The sword of Damocles swings ever downward,” Eddie says, knocking his forehead into the wood three times.

Steve watches helplessly charmed by the dramatic display. Steve of a year ago would kick his ass for smiling at such a nerdy display, and the Carol of a year ago would be in the ass-kicking line right behind him.

The carol of now, though just laughs and drops her purse onto Steve’s stomach, knocking him back down under its weight.

“Okay, drama queen,” she says, not even looking over at Steve at his pained groan, far too busy rolling her eyes at Eddie.

“Good morning, Carol,” Steve grumbles, grabbing her purse to curl around it and placing his head on it. It’s a little lumpy but works serviceably as a pillow.

“Let’s get to work.”

Steve groans and buries his face into Carol’s bag, hoping something will slither out and strangle him. Nothing does, so he sits down and gets to work, a reluctant Eddie leaning into his side.

This, it turns out, is only the start.

Wednesday’s weekly study group becomes a bi-weekly, much to Eddie’s chagrin. He still shows up every Monday in the library, feet dragging, and homework undone. Steve’s fine settling in with some of his favorite people every week and having them hammer details into his head. He wants to pass, and he wants Eddie with him. Always.

Steve falls headfirst into normalcy. He grabs it with both fists and clings.

But, sometimes, the hair on the back of his neck stands on end and won’t settle no matter how hard he tries to pat it back down. He can feel something behind him, just out of view, watching, as it drifts ever closer.

There’s never anything there when he turns around.

So, he studies, and he works, and he lives.

Whatever it is will catch up to him eventually; they always do. But for now, he’s got a paper to revise, Nancy’s red pen bleeding through all the pages. He’s got math problems to stumble through, and finals looming just around the corner.

“You know, Will would totally teach us morse code,” Eddie says, as they pass a joint back and forth, cuddled together in bed.

Steve coughs, the high hitting his throat first, then ballooning into his head until it feels three sizes too big. “What the fuck?” Steve croaks out, passing the spliff back to Eddie for him to finish off and stub out. “You think he knows it?”

Steve rubs his cheek against the fabric of Eddie’s t-shirt. It’s worn down with numerous washes, buttery-soft against his skin. Steve wants to swaddle his whole body in it, wants to hug Eddie so tightly that their two bodies become one and they can both were the shirt at the same time.

Eddie runs his fingers through Steve’s hair, bringing his wash day ever closer as he spreads the oils from his palms into Steve’s scalp. It’s worth it for the way his nails scratch against his skin.

“Totally, Angel,” Eddie says, blowing the last of the smoke out of his lungs and depositing the remnants of the joint into the waiting ashtray at his bedside. “I bet all those nerds know it.”

Steve can’t help the little laugh that rumbles through him at Eddie of all people calling someone else a nerd. Eddie whacks the back of Steve’s head in retaliation and then keeps petting him.

“But why do we want it?” Steve asks, continuing when Eddie hums questioningly. “Morse code.”

Instead of answering, Eddie pulls on the ties that bind repeatedly. Quick, then long, then quick again. Eddie tugs at his hair until Steve’s neck is craned back enough to meet his eyes. His eyebrow’s raised, and his bangs are all fucked up. Steve stares into his eyes and tries to meld their minds because he's got no idea what this pointed silence is supposed to be telling him.

Seeming to catch onto this, Eddie rolls his eyes and pushes Steve’s head back into him to continue stroking him like a cat. “That was morse code, babe.” Steve closes his eyes, trying to think while Eddie begins repetitively tugging on Steve again. “It’s a call for help.”

Steve hums. “In case something goes wrong?”

Eddie’s fingers still momentarily before picking back up their gentle stroking. “I was thinking more like cheating on finals.” He doesn’t repeat the company line all the adults have been reiterating like they’re getting paid for it – the Upside-Down is gone. You’re all safe now. They know better. “Might get us out of a few of these study groups.” He says, ‘study groups’ like what he really means is ‘torture sessions.’

Steve rubs his face against the shirt again, wiping away a little of the drool that had gathered in the corner of his mouth. “You don’t think we’re smart enough to graduate high school, but we’re supposed to learn a whole language in a matter of months.”

Eddie groans, wrapping his arms around Steve and pulling him in tight. “We could learn simple things,” he whines. “Yes, no, better luck next time?” He rocks Steve back and forth until Steve braces his hands against the mattress, feeling seasick. “Then we can make homoerotic eye contact from across the classroom and cheat to our heart’s content!”

Steve snorts, rolling off of Eddie and onto his side of the bed. “We don’t share any classes.”

“Stop picking holes in my plan!” Eddie whines, shoving Steve hard enough that he tumbles off the side of the bed. Eddie’s worried face peers over the edge of the bed a few seconds later. “You okay, Stevie?” he asks, as if he wasn’t the one to shove him off.

Steve glares up at him, rubbing the back of his head. “I can see into the future,” he replies, looking deeply into Eddie’s excited, gullible eyes.

“Three seconds again?” Eddie asks.

Steve shakes his head. “Three months, this time, and do you know what I see?” he asks, not waiting long enough to receive a reply before continuing. “One of us having to repeat Senior Year for a third time because they were too lazy to study.”

Eddie’s dimples pop. Steve’s fingers itch to touch, so he does, unwieldy limbs stretching until he’s got both pointer finger stuck directly into both the little divots. It’s a perfect fit, like Eddie’s the glass slipper and Steve’s fingers are fucking Cinderella’s stupid feet.

“How many guesses do I get?” Eddie asks, smile only growing.

Steve, having lost the plot of the conversation three miles back, squeezes Eddie’s face until his cheeks balloon out enough to force his lips into a pucker. He looks so squashed and stupid that Steve has no choice but to use every one of us flagging abdominal muscles to hoist himself up and plant a wet kiss onto Eddie’s mouth.

“Just one,” he murmurs, lips still pressed together.

The high from the weed and the high from kissing Eddie Munson senseless meld together and last long into the night.

No one ever gets around to learning Morse code.

Part 120

[loveandthings11]

And there. he. is! Met Gala 2024!

[daffi-990]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday 🏙️

Tagged by @diazsdimples & @tizniz. Make sure to check out what they shared today! (and maybe send James a virtual hug or a stupid punny joke? He’s been sick for 3 weeks and I’m sure he could use some cheering up 😘)

I have been wanting so desperately to write the past few days but a cold has my sinuses putting so much pressure on my head I feel like it’s going to explode, plus it’s school holidays and it’s been raining so I’ve got two very energetic kids with cabin fever running around causing mayhem 😅.

BUT! I did manage to write a little something for LA Lonely so yay (even though it may not be great, at least it’s words)

Pre snippet here

Buck is woken up by the shrill sound of a phone ringing. The bed jostles, Buck letting out an annoyed grumble as the warm body that is wrapped around him disappears. There is a kiss pressed to his naked shoulder, a whispered apology and then the rustling of the blankets as the person leaves the bed, answering the phone with a quiet hello.

Rolling over to check the time, Buck’s surprised to see that it’s almost 9. Usually his body clock wakes him up at 7am everyday, whether he stayed up late or not, so sleep-ins are a rare thing. He rolls onto his back, groaning as he stretches his arms up above his head. There’s a slight ache in his ass but it’s a reminder of the fantastic sex he had last night and honestly, Buck doesn’t mind the discomfort.

He hears footsteps on the stairs, the wood creaking slightly and then the most attractive man Buck has ever laid eyes on is standing at the foot of his bed wearing nothing but underwear and a soft apologetic smile that has Buck’s tummy swooping.

Eddie.

The man’s name is Eddie, Buck remembers. And remember he should because he was moaning it loud enough last night.

Eddie has a phone pressed between his ear and shoulder as he picks up his jeans and begins to awkwardly shimmy them up his legs. “I told you, I overslept. But I’m getting ready now and can be there in —” he looks down at his wrist and frowns, his eyes sweeping over the discarded clothes on the floor before zeroing in on Buck’s second nightstand where a clunky watch sits. Eddie grabs the watch, quickly checking the time before he begins strapping it on. “I can be there in 20 minutes, 15 if the traffic is good.”

Buck feels a pang in his chest and then instantly chastises himself. This was just another hookup, a one night stand —nothing more than that. He was foolish to think that what he felt last night with Eddie was anything real. It was just the hormones.

Eddie may have stayed, but that was probably because he was hoping to get lucky again this morning. Or like Buck, he slept in and didn’t get a chance to sneak out before Buck woke up.

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Nothing else compares kisses..