#bitchy boy

[anonymousmeower]

A 360° picture of Kung Lao and his silly hat from my school assignment for @atlasofthestaars !!!! (He's literally my husband y'all) Anyway I'm gonna rant about what I love about this piece and also the one I'm not too proud about.

First of all I absolutely love the hat I made for him, idk it just looks funny on him since it's so big but not obnoxiously big that it looks weird, just enough to make him look like a silly lil guy! Second I like his little rat tail (I'm talking about his ponytail btw) It just looks ridiculous on him, third I like the pencil line I make on his hair, I went blind on coloring his hair so it straight up from my memory, I remember him having an undercut so I use pencil to represent it, while the line is like the line from his hair being slightly pulled from the ponytail.

While the things I'm not so proud of are the skin color, his ears and face have a different color since I forgot how to make his face color, that's what happens when you color with a very limited color and no idea of what color theory is. I think that's the only thing I don't really like about him? I'm surprised it's only 1-2, though it will be more.

And I think that's all I want to talk about? Also a little spoiler for you, I might make Raiden next.

p.s. Idk if the @ works or not but let's just hope it does

-😺

[technically-human]

Charles, you can't just say stuff

[abeautifulblog]

I really enjoy how Edwin subverts the expectations for his character archetype. Usually, if you had a character that was a mousey unpopular teenager who'd gotten bullied to death, they'd be shy and laden with insecurities, easily steamrolled by characters with more force of personality -- but instead, by the time you meet him in the show, Edwin's ego is basically bulletproof.

He is entirely confident in himself, and comfortable being himself, free to be as fussy, effeminate, and old-fashioned as he likes, because the only person whose opinion of him he gives a fuck about is Charles, and Charles thinks everything about Edwin is brilliant and he can do no wrong. Thirty years of Charles's radical acceptance has allowed him not only to be himself, but to be himself fearlessly.

And I think that's beautiful. :)

[montyfinchirl]

A dead boy with a cricket bat and a magic backpack: if you wanna get to him you have to go through me!

Another dead boy who spent over 70 years in hell AND clawed his way out of it, is an insanely skilled magic user, doesn’t even notice when he’s burnt by iron, and got up and started walking around like he was in barely any pain after being trapped in a machine for half an hour that evaporates other ghosts in SECONDS: :3

[fan-a-tink]

This is one of Edwin's most iconic lines, actually.

and I feel we need to acknowledge it more. his bitchiness is on point, but like *respectfully* - it's just so quintessentially Edwin.

[gummirock]

i'm so fucking normal right now.

[im-probably-crying-rn-ngl]

lewis and y'all saw george in the white race suit and had war flashbacks. my fave two-faced snakes mwah.

[lutheban]

redraw of a doodle i made in class

[i-need-of-a-hobby]

i love bitchy edwin but whats interesting is that in the like two flashbacks we get from him, he's a lot more uncomfortable seeming than he is in canon. living edwin was very quiet and reserved, i think he just got back to earth and decided he's already destined for hell, he has no fucks left to give, why not be a little cunty in the meantime

[moghedien]

Honestly people who haven’t recruited Minthara on a good playthrough miss the dynamic of having both Karlach and Minthara as companions because they’re so funny together how that relationship manifests at YOU

Because if Minthara is around when you fix her engine the second time, you get a dialogue tree with her where Minthara is basically like “*grabs you by the throat* We have to love and support Karlach right now!” And if you romance Minthara you just get banter from Karlach that’s like “*twirls hair, kicks her feet* what’s drow romance like, Minthara?”

[imfinereallyy]

“Steve, it’s an emergency. I need to kiss you. Actually, I need you to kiss me. But I can’t just do it without asking because what if you don’t want me to, and I practically attack you? So yes or no? I swear it’s for a good cause.” Eddie comes running up to Steve in the bar, panting so hard Steve can see the chest movements.

They have taken Robin to a bar out in Indy to get her laid finally. Or at least a tongue in her mouth. The girl is pent up. And it’s Steve’s job as best friend to make that happen (Robin has told him to stop saying that, ‘it is gross’). Eddie is the only other queer person they know and, luckily, has made quite a few trips to Indy to know which bars were the good ones. He tells Steve that, like Robin, he is desperate to get laid, so this is the perfect opportunity.

Steve does his best to try and ignore the burning jealousy he feels at that. Eddie doesn’t know about his feelings (hell about his sexuality), and Steve is pretty sure Eddie doesn’t see him that way.

“Huh?” Asks confused, his brain struggling to process.

“Okay, I see you’re stuck on how to answer, but Steve—“ Eddie grips Steve’s shoulder, and Steve tries not to swoon. “—my ex, the extra shitty one, is here, and if he sees me alone I’ll either a) go home with him tonight and—“

Steve cuts Eddie off with a searing kiss. The thought of Eddie going home with someone else was enough for Steve’s brain to catch up to speed. Steve presses Eddie against the bar. The loud bass of the music suddenly becomes a light thrum in the background. All that he feels is the delightful pressure of their lips together. Eddie’s hands slide up into Steve’s hair as he gets pressed harder into the bar. Steve’s hands' grip Eddie’s waist and give them a tight squeeze. The idea of bruises being left behind, a mark of what they are doing here, makes Steve deepen the kiss. His tongue used to massage Eddie’s, tasting the menthol and rum on his breath. Eddie moans loud and heavy, vibrating Steve’s entire body.

“Eddie?” A voice interrupts them. Steve feels his anger spark back slightly but wills it down because the interruption is probably needed. They are very close to getting kicked out for public indecency.

“Oh hey, Ryan.” Eddie looks the blonde man up and down. He’s cute, Steve notes, but he lacked personality in his appearance. He isn’t what Steve expects from an ex of Eddie’s. He isn’t naive enough to think Eddie dates exclusively metal heads, but he expects someone to match Eddie’s energy. This guy—Ryan apparently—looks like every other guy you’d find on a Sunday in Supermart. Boring and lacking imagination.

“Who’s this?” Ryan looks at Steve pissed.

“Steve?” Eddie wraps an arm around his waist, bringing Steve close up against him. “This is my boyfriend.”

“This dude’s your boyfriend?” Ryan snorts. “C'mon baby, I know you can do better.”

Steve feels his anger finally pop. “He is not your baby. Yea, he can do better than both of us combine, but I’m lucky enough to get him. Now, you interrupted our time together, and we both know you saw what we’re up to, so don’t act like it wasn’t on purpose.”

Ryan startles backwards, “I—“

“Sorry, maybe I wasn’t clear. I meant leave the fuck right now.” Steve grits out, some of his Upside Down protection mode popping out. Ryan scatters quickly.

“Jesus, Steve, that was amazing. I’m sorry I had to make you uncomfortable with that.” Eddie’s eyes find his and cuts Steve off before he can protest and explain no, he really did like that “—and you never even let me explain reason b, by the way! Reason b is b) he would probably humiliate me in the middle of the club.”

Steve nods at Eddie but has one track mind at this point. He grabs Eddie by the face this time before crashing their lips together once again. This time Steve moans into Eddie’s mouth as they both get lost in the kiss.

Steve pulls back ever so slightly and talks directly into Eddie’s mouth, “Sorry. I think he’s still staring. Needed to do more.”

Eddie, with swollen lips and a kissed-out face, looks around the bar to find nothing. “I don’t see him anywhere.”

Steve smirks and pulls Eddie by his belt loops so they are flushed together. Steve leans into Eddie’s ear and nibbles at his lobe. “Hmmm, you’re right. I think he’s actually in the bathroom. Maybe we should kiss in front of him there.” Steve whispers hotly.

Eddie’s brain, which has short-circuited much like Steve only minutes ago, finally catches up. Eddie groans, his face collapsing into Steve’s neck. He licks a stripe up Steve’s neck all the way to his mouth. “Fuck. Yea, baby, I think I saw him too. Think kissing, though, won’t be enough. We might need to up our game.”

Steve nips at Eddie’s lips, “I was hoping you would say that. Guess I just know how much you love your games, Eds.”

They meet each other for one last searing kiss before rushing to the bathrooms to share a very tight, very heated stall.

[terrytheboxwithlimbs]

i love monty's teenage angst. he makes sarcastic snipes at esther and wears band t shirts. his eye roll game is impeccable. i bet he paints his nails black and reads sad poetry.

he also says wheee! out loud when he swings. these two facts can and do coexist.

[ratzino]

Sebby Doodle

[fall-out-boytoy]

he's SUCH a cunt i love him

[shit-talker]

I want a Dead Boy Detectives rewrite fic, except Edwin and Charles have been dating for about 20 years, but absolutely nobody can tell, and every damn chapter they have to explain that Yes, we are dating, No, this isn't a new thing, catch up.

[alestrameria]

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