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[crystalmagpie447]

errmm i think i am Done updating this

y ea

[static-x3]

(mod): Hey static, I have a very early Christmas gift for you >:3

(I got a lil silly and added a bunch of his skin markings including the "constellation" scars on the shoulder and chest :333)

"O H- oh dear- oh stars- oh..."

"oh im gonna need to find N0va..."

[stormbreaker-290]

HEL-

IM

IM TRYING TO GET ROBLOX TO WORK AGAIN-

ITS NOT OPEN BUT IM HEARING PRESSURE LOBBY NOISES????????

H LEP

[obsessivecelestial]

You ever just- adore a character so much you have dreams about them even when you didn’t think about them once the entire day prior????,,,,,

[malwaresilly]

were getting to a point of no return in this one shot ~

:333

@stormbreaker-290 @eternal-soup @obsessivecelestial

:33333333

[brainrot-stitch]

ADHD DNI CHALLENGE‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[pirate-cashoo]

Some G-Mans

[rcmclachlan]

Tommy Kinard, from a long line of Gloucester fishermen. Hence his penchant for ill-fitting jeans, flannel, and affection via bitchiness.

He and Evan are sitting on the little bench outside The Causeway waiting for their chowder—best in the country, hands down—when Evan, who's been quietly studying boats in various stages of winter wrapping across the road, suddenly asks, "Why did you leave here? It's awesome. The downtown area looks like something out of a postcard—"

"It does not," Tommy interjects. "Rockport's downtown, on the other hand..."

"—and the beaches feel like real beaches, even if they do smell like shit."

Tommy tilts his head back and inhales the heavy, but comfortingly familiar stench of low tide. "I left because the town's unofficial motto used to be 'Come for the heroin, stay because you've developed a crippling heroin addiction.'"

Unimpressed, Evan nudges him with an elbow, then jumps to his feet to get the door for a family of six who will be waiting at least a month for a table big enough to accommodate them to open up.

The Causeway is approximately the size of an elevator car. Despite its outward appearance, it's relatively new; it hadn't been there when Tommy was a kid. The little cinema next door had been, though, and he feels a surge of pride for the Williams family that it's still going after all this time.

"No, but seriously." Evan hunkers back down next to him. "Why'd you leave?"

"Why'd you leave Hershey?" Tommy counters.

The corner of Evan's mouth twitches knowingly. He's got Tommy's number in a way no one else does. "You know why I left. But you could've stayed here and done anything. Massachusetts might be even more progressive than California—I mean, it was the first state to legalize gay marriage. Plus, I know there's an air base nearby."

"Hanscom," Tommy says. "It belongs to the Air Force and I wouldn't have been caught dead joining them."

Evan gives him a dubious look. "But the Army was okay?"

"Don't you know, Evan? The Army is for real men," he says with a grin, putting an emphasis on it so Evan knows just whose words he's parroting. "The Air Force is for fa—"

"Yeah, okay, I got it," Evan says loudly, cutting a furtive glance at the people on the other bench, who are too busy looking at their phones and not talking to each other to pay attention to any casual homophobia. "You're gonna get us run out of town."

"Please, it's Gloucester. If anything, they'll probably join in."

Evan deflates a little, pouting, and Tommy is helpless against the urge to press a kiss to his hair. What Evan doesn't understand is that Massachusetts is like an impressionist painting: beautiful if you're standing back far enough to see the whole of it, but get closer and it's as ugly as anywhere else.

"My point was," Tommy continues, "I left because I needed something more than what this place could give me, same as you. And also I needed to be somewhere with a spring wind chill above -10°."

"You bitch if the temps hit above 70," Evan points out.

"I also bitch if the day ends in Y." Tommy shrugs. "Bitching is the official state sport, especially when it comes to the weather."

Checking his phone for the time, Evan heaves an impatient sigh and drops his chin onto Tommy's shoulder. He's too used to LA's food trucks to last a minute here. "There's so much here, though. Like, Worcester looked fun."

Tommy winces. "It's pronounced 'Wuss-ter'."

Wide-eyed, Evan lifts his head. "You're shitting me."

"I shit you not," Tommy says. "And Worcester's okay. It's big, though. And a pain in the ass to navigate."

"What's beyond Worcester?"

"Nobody knows." He coughs out a 'fuck' when Evan buries an elbow in his gut.

Laughing, Evan echoes, "'Fahk.' There's the accent I've been hoping to hear. I mean, heeyah. Try and hide it all you want, Kinard, I know what you are."

"Okay, Hershey, I dare you to say 'water' like a normal person," Tommy can't help but tease. "Remember, there's no U or D in it."

Eyes sparkling, Evan presses close with a shit-eating grin and says slyly, "I'll show U where to put a D."

Before Tommy can shove him off the bench for that one, the door to the restaurant opens and a head pops out. "Order for Kinard?"

"Saved by the clams," Evan chortles, standing up when Tommy goes to grab the bag from the kid. He gives a long, luxurious stretch, and Tommy can't help but let his eyes be drawn to Evan's belly when his shirt rides up. "Where do you want to eat? We could go sit down by the beach. There's a big dahlia garden display there."

Huh. They still do that? That's actually kind of sweet, but Tommy has plans and they don't involve the public.

"If you don't mind a bit of light trespassing, we'll head up to Mussel Point. The view's well worth it."

Intrigued, Evan lifts his brows. "Trespassing? Gee, Tommy, you take me to all the best places."

That snark is nowhere to be found half an hour later when Evan's full of clam chowder and getting ruthlessly jacked off while the ocean bays at his feet, but Tommy doesn't call him on it.

[rottmnt-residuum]

Part 11 of Arc II (Part 37)

huzzah! exposition be upon ye

⇇ | ⇽ | index | ⇾ (censored) | ⇾ (gore)

[crystalmagpie447]

What do you have to say in your defense Crystal?

(about the recent reblog of yours of Moon)

(There have been times when it has reached 26 reblogs, you are insane and my biggest inspiration:D)

UUUHHMMM

UUHHHHH

[static-x3]

☾ Towards N0va and Towards Malware and Solaris (does it differ if it's just one or both?)

I wasn't expecting to get asks Abt characters other than mine- but ill gladly share the brain worms these homos have given me >:3

Lets seee Imma mix in how I think they sleep with Static too (in the sleeby way)

For N0va, theyre an absolute cuddle bug (pun intended) and basically their own blanket with how warm and cozy he is, and i imagine in the summer time when it gets hotter at night he'll just sprawl out on the bed, wings out, face down, to try and keep cool. When he's with Static they'll just latch onto each other and sleep like cuddly rocks

For Malware he's more of the same, but I think he'd like . Sleep differently depending on who he's with- like with ppl he trusts (eg. Solaris or static) they'll be out like a light and sleep rather well, the most clingy cuddly purring beast you ever did see. but otherwise like if he's alone, I imagine the most hed be able to get is half asleep, still vaguely alert of their surroundings and ready to jolt himself awake if need be.

For just Solaris, I think he'd be a back sleeper for a few reasons. Firstly, I imagine the four arms would just be kinda in the way while he's laying on his side without something to wrap around (eg. Mal and/or Static), and even then, since he's such a big bot, that's the perfect position for either of his partners to cuddle up to his side or just flop on top of him

For Malware and Solaris together, they just . Fit together like puzzle pieces for cuddles I swear- add Static to the mix and you've got the whole set of snuggle bots. Solaris is usually the Big spoon In either case, or in the middle laying on his back while Mal and Static trap him in hugs from either side

You put all of them together and you get trapped in snuggles no matter what >:3

*cough* @bumble-the-sun-bee *cough*

I may have gone overboard but anon asked Abt the homos that haunt my brain,,, :333

[stormbreaker-290]

Hbvfhn

Awak

[timbit-robin-art]

Tha Vambit. Bleh bleh-bleh.

[vel-buggy]

This was a quick sketch but I love it sm

Please ignore the hands I drew em fast n shi

[an-established-butt-dent]

The Veil is thin tonight-

-Can you feel it on your skin?

Tingling?

Ink and fineliner on paper

Available as Print

[bittertoxicity]

I thought it would a perfect time 2 redraw one of my first full render pic of Spamton before this year ends, there was suppose 2 be one from 2023 but I forgot lol