#familiar!cross

[nova2cosmos]

Previous illustration- Next illustration-Story- my commission are open

Not A Witch this time meet The Familiar CROSS!!<33

also wanted to practice in tiger draw:0

[upsidedog]

i was gonna do this meme with the original format then a much better came to mind

[zu-is-here]

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[ant1quar1an]

because the kustard thoughts are wild:

consider Craftverse Dust, Horror, Classic and Killer having dated Fell before, and now he's been recruited into Nightmare's multi-planetary gang.

and has to deal with all of his exes.

[beatcroc]

there's no way the bathroom at peppino's pizza is actually that big but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . hey ummm anyway.... i care them...... anyway there's a lil ramble on my take on fake pep's like psyche or whatever in tags on the og post if ur into that kinda thing :y

hey! it's a series! fake peppino world tour: [noise] [noisette] [peppino]<- u are here [gustavo] [gerome] [noisette again]

[al-luviec]

something simple to try to get out of art block (it didn't work)

[scoots-canoe]

DB doodles dump heehee

[ser-res]

it's kross day :DD

ive collected some drawings from august this year up till today!

i love these sillies

killer - rahafwabas

cross - jakei

this is totally not a repost cause i accidentally pressed post the first time

[fastidious-and-a-mess]

thinking about wade’s fourth wall awareness and where it starts and ends. like, he knows where the camera(s) is/are obviously, he can even interact with them, but he doesn’t actually know what they see, so to speak. like, in deadpool 2 with the cameo of everyone behind him in the shot for a second before hank closes the door; he genuinely misses that. he knows he’s in a movie, he’s aware of the production, but he still lives through it with complete sincerity (yk, for him) because it is still His Life, movie or not. it doesn’t matter that he knows who hugh jackman is because the man in front of him is logan, the wolverine, and they are living through everything, whether it happens on screen or not is beside the point. wade wilson i have so many questions for you about how you feel about your personhood.

the single most fascinating thing to me about deadpool is the fact that to him, being a character is not really all that important. like, it feels like the natural next step to “i am aware that i am a character whose entire reality is dictated by an extra dimensional being” would be “deep down i know my choices are not really mine and everything is pre-determined, none of this is Real in the way we think it is, and perhaps that makes it meaningless” but. wade just does not engage with that at all, even a little bit. his knowledge of the scripts and comics and actors’ personal lives has absolutely zero bearing on how deeply he connects with the world around him. doesn’t matter that it’s all scenes in a movie, these are his family and this is his universe. the fact that someone wrote this is irrelevant; there are people he loves in danger so he is going to act.

[timetravelstudies]

this is such a specific situation im about to describe but sometimes smth happens thats like. someone “woke” to gender etc stuff and usually a cis woman or adjacent will have been super cool with me all nice and even sometimes kind of admiring or appreciative of me for the past months or years of me going “yeah im a man. yeah i use masculine pronouns. yeah im like actually fr a dude” like theyll be like yayyyyyy so you are! and use my pronouns and sympathize abt the transphobia i face and tell me theyre sooo supportive of me etcetc. and then after a while it will like sink in that i am actually a man, i want to transition and live life as a man, genuinely and unironically, and suddenly this air of unease will creep in and theyll start pulling back and be clearly uncomfortable with me and even act somewhat betrayed/resentful. and its like. Well its super clear that the whole time you just thought i was essentially a butch woman and you didnt move me from the category of woman in your brain, its just that your concept of a woman happens to be slightly wider than most people’s . LMAO

[stars-n-spice]

Younger brother came up with the best thing-

Was out shopping with my siblings and while in stores my younger brother started a "Point out things the Bad Batch would wear" type of game. Forgot what he pointed to but he was like, "This is something Hunter would wear and then go to a gay club." Then he found something else and went, "And this is what Crosshair would wear to a gay club."

Then I was like, "Oh, imagine Hunter goes to a gay club, spots Crosshair across the room and is like, 'What are YOU doing here, huh?? 🤨🤨'"

My brother thought that was hilarious and agreed. He also found a bunch of stuff that he said Hunter would wear, "If he had a sense of style" and I added on that Crosshair probably has killer fashion sense and is habitually ashamed about his brother's lack of a fashion sense because it's a "disappointment to the queer community."

Anyways, happy pride!

[snapbackslide]

all those lip syncing accusations just prove how good they are btw

[hello-sweetheart]

The Cat’ Meow pt. 1

After a brutal fallout with his not-quite-boyfriend, Steve’s childhood cat goes missing and he’s left in frantic distraught. Unbeknownst to him, Tam-Tam finds his way into the home of a certain chaotic witch.

“There is no us; there will never be an us. Don’t you understand that?”

Steve’s voice “You're right, I don’t understand. Why don’t you let yourself be happy, for fuck’s sake. Is it really that difficult for you not to be a fucking asshole? You’re an empath, why are you doing this—hurting people? What do you even get from it?”

“I do it because I feel everything and I love it when they hurt. When they feel like shit, humiliated… When they feel like dying. Misery company, baby, and I refuse to the only miserable son of bitch in this american-pie ass town.”

“Billy, wait—“

“Don’t fucking touch me, Steve! And don’t, don’t fucking pity me. I don’t want that, don’t need you to treat me like some hurt fucking mutt for you to nurse back to health.”

“Let me help you, please. This isn’t any way to live. I see you, okay. The life you deserve isn’t this life of-of rotting, letting everything fester like an infection—Billy, it’ll kill you.”

Steve wrapped his arms around Billy, breathing in deeply besides his neck. The cologne he was wearing, the gift Steve gave him for his birthday, a warm scent of amber in nose. For a moment, only just, Billy softened before becoming the stone wall he always resorted himself to be.

“You can’t keeping going like this. Just… Let me help you.”

“That’s not your fucking place,” Billy smirked and flicked Steve’s bottom lip with his tongue, “I tolerated you better when all you did was lay your back and beg for it.”

“You know what? Fuck. You. Go ahead and stay miserable for all I care, but don’t drag me down with you.”

Billy stumbled as Steve pushed him back. “Get out of my house.” In a moment of weakness, regret ached in his heart before he snubbed it out, watching Steve’s quick steps retreat up the stairs followed by a slamming door that resounded throughout the house.

This isn’t the life he’s meant to have. Settle down long enough to put down roots. To be wanted— Loved? How long until Steve found someone better? To have it fade or torn away from him right when he began to let himself hope? Billy would never be able to survive that again.

So he steeled himself turning to the door and opening it just a creek before a flash of white bolted for the opening. Instinctively, he blocked it with his boot and the sentient mop protested up at him with a yowl.

Tam-Tam was Steve’s elderly cat who, despite living a life of pamper luxury, insisted on trying to make a jail break at any given opportunity.

Billy looked down at the white cat, its tails swooshing side to side in irritation.

Steve would probably spend a few days seething but would eventually try to seek him out again. That hero complex of his that made him see Billy like a bird with an injured wing.

And like a weak man, Billy would soften under his whispered promises. Could feel his warm touch already, the persistent nonchalance of his that made Billy want to spill his guts about every grievance like some poor simmer at confession.

Billy was not his to save.

He clenched his fist and bent down to remove its collar. With a deep breath he let the door swing wide open. The stupid cat was out like a bolt of light disappearing between the homes.

He left the collar on the door knob, not bothering close the door, and began his walk to the Camaro.

Steve loved that fucking cat, he’d never fucking forgive him. And that’s exactly what Billy wanted: to be left the fuck alone. To prove that some people are beyond repair. Save your breath, there is no ‘fixing’ me.

Starting the car he chanced a glance down the street. The cat was no where to be seen.

This is what he wants, he told himself with a deep breath. The sound of the engine rumbling to life was deafening loud in the still night.

Come morning, that damn cat will have likely been picked off by a coyote.

Jesus fuck, he rubbed his eyes with the heel of his palms, he needs a cigarette.

——

The house was a cold tomb in morning.

Steve slipped on a sweater, a baby blue knit, and rubbed his arms as he descended the stairs in socked feet, slowing at the landing.

The door was wide open to a deceptively beautiful morning. On the knob was a brilliant red collar, the pendant gleaming as it caught the soft sunlight.

Billy wouldn’t, he couldn’t have … could he?

His heart, he didn’t think it was still beating.

His hands, they shook as he released the banister.

“Tam-Tam?”

He called out, but he knew.

He knew Tam-Tam was long gone.

But Steve felt like he was the one that was lost.

———

Across town, in a small clearing in the woods by the trailer park, Eddie puffed on his blunt. His notebook laid open in the dirt with a half finished song that was giving him trouble, hoping that a bit of Mary Jane would help it along.

Close by a bush rustled with a pathetic yowl, catching his attention enough to snuff the remainder of his blunt.

Creeping closer, he approached cautiously.

Stray poofs of white had remained caught in the branches and underneath a stark white cloud peered at him with intense suspicion.

“Hey, kitty. Got yourself into some trouble, huh? Come here, sweetheart.”

In his knees, bit of rocks digging into his skin from the hole in his jeans, he bent down to get a closer look.

Eddie tried clicking noises, baby talk, kisses, and the good old ‘pstpstpst’.

In the end, a last ditch effort of Eddie trying to mimic the mewling of a kitten is what made the cat creep out from the bush and give his extended hand a inspective sniff before deciding to crawl right in his lap.

[deluxewhump]

don't be sorry, we love and support you <3

Aw thank you!