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sabrondabrainrot · 4 months ago

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🌦️Dark Sun and 🔅Servant Sun

I tried my hand at designing Servant Sun and Dark Sun.

I'm getting more caught up on the lore!! Click underneath for art closeups and more Lore rants and AU idea! Plus, I have sketches and a comic WIP I've been working on.

😉

There will be rambly spoilers to where I am in the Lore.

For Dark Sun I was inspired a lot by the thumbnails, they give him red eyes a lot in the thumbnails and I like the smarmy red eyed look of the guy. Tried to capture his 'regal-holier then thou' attitude in his design. He's still Sun though, so I used OG Sun's palette (my first Sun design!) to reflect the fact they have the same beginnings. I don't trust anything he says but I know something has totally happened to his Moon (I'm really banking on the idea he ATE him/ ATE his intelligence chip) so he carries his Moon's bell and he also repurposed the star pattern of Moon to parade it around as like a symbol his Moon is at his heal. I don't know if I like his final look but I think it's because I gave him dramatically darker shading vs the other Suns.

Servant Sun! Here's my take on him. He's been suffering for over 10000+ years under Lord Eclipse abuse. We saw how he was being punished just because Lore Eclipse was bored! I feel really bad for this Sun, it was hard to draw a design for him. I think despite his servant title Lord Eclipse just keeps him around not only to keep himself sane but also a trophy/slave to show off to Moon and the others in the afterlife. I had this like monologue for SSun basically, "The sound of bells long ago stopped ringing for the daycare attendant turned servant but Lord Eclipse still can hear the sound of metallic chimes when the neurotic servant cleans thanks to his fanciful additions." (aka the chime of chains) He's also got an apron that's falling apart and SSun used random old fabric to patch it up (it wasn't random it was his old clothes). I was really inspired by Meagancandraw's design of Servant Sun!

Here's my AU sketches. I'm planning to clean these up and maybe color them? This is basically just the AU idea that I think Sun is going to somehow get reborn but be a being reborn from star power and negative star power? I don't know if it's possible? He becomes a mix of the two in my AU. I know some current spoilers and basically I know he may be immune to negative star energy? He can also hold Star Power uniquely and it 'taste good to him'. I will never let go of the fact he told Moon it taste nice like dried watermelon. His untrained magical outburst was also compared to be as powerful as Golden Freddy's. There's big theory he's going to die or be sacrificed but I have this idea what if he's essentially remade? idk just rambly thoughts. So yeah, he has a cool new look to go with his magical transformation.

BTW he is very sad cause he can't be near his family in this AU my brain cooked up. He's basically radiation incarnate now <3 His eyes are cracked because they're intensely pouring out Star/Negative Star power. Just a constant pull and push of power circulating in him.

this is the comic idea I have currently. I don't have a ton of motivation so any encouragement to finish this comic idea would be super appreciated! I'm not a comic-type artist so this is out of my comfort zone (I've made a few comics but usually they are pretty janky)

ON TO THE RAMBLES - spoilers BEWARE:

NEW MOON MY BOY PLS YOU ARE HIDING STUFF FROM YOUR FAMILY. BOY NO. HE IS GONNA USE RUIN TO BRING BACK SOLAR?

Blood Moon just took Ruin. Also Dark Sun repaired Ruin after Molten took him to die in the dead dimension?? BOY??? Also, Dark Sun did something to Eclipse??? Bro is plotting. I wish I could get a read on Dark Sun but I don't even know how much of the truth he's been sharing thus far. He has no reason to tell anyone the truth and so far he hasn't hurt anyone just stole a bunch of data from Moon and built a bunker to escape total dimension collapse...He's just a big wild card for me.

Then there's New Moon, He's just actually going crazy after meeting Old Moon. Sun can tell something is wrong with his brother!!! I hope he can help him but spoilers tells me otherwise. The family is trying! Earth heard out Eclipse and Eclipse is getting Earth proof that Moon is currently cray-cray. Lunar is kind of hanging near Sun and Earth because the creator is now actively trying to kidnap him. So much spicy drama.

I don't pay attention much to the Freddy side of the plot but he's also dying?? bro??? What about Francine? The missing mom/wife? Poor Francine's suffering, she needs her mom and dad! I like that Puppet is hanging around her grandchild more it is very sweet. Foxy also got his 'bestfriend' Puppet a house/condo. hmm-Mmmhmm. Definitely no romantic tensions there. Definitely not.

(side bar, I don't ship Kidscove but I do ship the Foxy and Puppet do they have a ship name? Also no hate to Kidscove I just think Foxy treats Sun like a kid a lot. I like the gooseworld Kidscove. Sun laid eggs, so wholesome.)

Lunar is just waiting for news on his trial and I am in suspense hoo boy...Then the stuff with FC being put in a new body and Frank is not happy about it. I def can tell there's big lead up to the astral bodies making a big move I just wonder what the move will be. I feel like now Lunar and FC are going to end up being more intwined then they might think.

Also I love Dazzle!!! AAAGH! She and Jack are so cute! I loved the ep Sun took Dazzle and Lunar to the store that was so sweet. Can't wait to see more of them! They're such a cute dynamic! I like seeing Lunar put his best foot forward to help Dazzle too.

I can tell Moon is slowly distancing himself from the others but it's like this odd thing where he's no longer obsessed with Solar being back per sei...but he's obsessed over how HE has to be the one to bring Solar back in his way because HE promised and he wants to be better then Old Moon and yeah...he's got a very warped perspective I feel like? But Molten and Ruin BOTH pointed out Moon is being possessed by something so I think he's definitely sick? Or something is keeping him from seeing the error of his way.

Rambles over :)

I do plan to draw Solar and Eclipse and Lord Eclipse next but I'm stuck on what I want to do for Solar's design :P I might make a poll in the future!

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professeurm · 12 days ago

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okay guys... i did so much research on how captain jack harkness dog tags will look like

so i will give yall a bit of lecture of the history and my drawing of the final product. this isn't totally accurate I JUST WANT TO PUT THAT OUT THERE. this is what i gather with the little information we got from jack history during ww2, plus i tried ;-;

im simply doing this not because i love jack but out respect to those who fought and service (and i dont only mean the american military)

alr nows thats said, lets get on it

now we all use to dog tags looking like this (second tag is missing)

HOWEVER, during WW2 the dog tags were notched like this

tho notched dog tags phase out by the 1970s

here the thing tho about jack, he's a American volunteer who fought for Britain during WW2. Meaning the dog tags are way different then what we Americans use

fun fact for those didn't know: while others use dog tags, the british military calls them identity discs (ID discs) or service discs. though i think ID discs are more commonly used

their ID discs looks like this

(obv this changed over time) Now having that, we got the identification on the discs to figure out

classic line from jack: "Captain Jack Harkness, 133 Squadron, Royal Air Force, American volunteer."

So he's part of the RAF and the Eagle Squadron (a three fighter squadron formed by volunteer pilots from the U.S. the squadron numbers were 71, 121 and 133)

also i want to mention that i believe the real Captain Harkness was award the Distinguished Flying Cross (DFC), which is award to those for an act or acts of valour, courage or devotion to duty while flying in active operations against the enemy. if he did hell yeah to him! hot, brave and smart? shit and folks wondering i have a thing for people in uniform😂

reference of him wearing a violet stripe service ribbon that i believe is the DFC medal and U.S Marine helicopter pilot, Major Chesarek, who was awarded the medal by the Queen in 2007. he's holding the medal and the ribbon among the others he earned. congrats on him btw!

alr, back to why im actually here before hot folks get me distracted again

so the identification information:

name: J. Harkness; rank: offr (the reason not capt is cuz they're officers); regiment: R.A.F; religion: no preference (i think we all know why lol); service number (BARE WITH ME ON THIS ONE cuz this is pretty complicate for my small brain and these numbers actually mean shit and i don't got like jack shit on this information except the first digit): 137205

so it'll probably look like this with a proper chain:

if yall have any comments something being wrong, it'll be much appreciated. if not, i hope you enjoyed

#doctor who #torchwood #i had fun with this one ngl #this is connected to other art piece im doing #captain jack harkness #jack harkness #military #ww2 #dog tags

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lalalian · 5 months ago

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let’s talk students: aethergarde dr (dragon rider school dr)

date: july 18, 2024

jkdshfkhskd it's been a hot sec since I've done this. Teagan won the poll last time, so we'll be going over him today!

pronunciation:

Teagan: (Tee-gen) (‘gen’ as in ‘again’)

Whit: (Wit)

appearance:

There are two kinds of people— you either prefer Teagan or Asterias. These two are genuinely so fine that students tend to like them (like a crush yk, not just platonically or smth LMAO) based on their personalities rather than solely relying on their looks.

Teagan’s got golden olive toned tanned skin, gray eyes, and full messy black hair. He’s got defined masculine leaning features and he’s ABSOLUTELY ripped. I didn’t make him like this without a purpose— It was simply because he helps his family transport heavy crates to different ships and wagons (I mean like he’s quite active in general, not just walking of course, he likes fighting and working out)

Teagan has a severe case of RBF despite his personality; he’s got no tattoos or piercings, tho I think he’d like to get his ears pierced.

I realized I haven’t said what style they like to wear, so I’ll do it for Teagan today (I’ll edit the rest of the posts with their own styles eventually). Teagan isn’t really into fashion; he values mobility and comfort over style as long as he doesn’t look, in his opinion, ‘noble and stupid’. He doesn’t like stiff shirts, so he usually wears looser garments. His wardrobe consists of brown, dark brown, black, cream, and very occasionally… dark green. He almost always wears some kind of boots (unless it’s a special occasion, he’d be wearing the black dress shoes his dad forced him to wear). As for his hair, if his hair’s long enough, he’ll tie it in the back. The most he’ll really do is brush through it.

personality:

Teagan’s a total extrovert and tends to have large circles of friends. When he’s alone for long periods of time, he can get a little antsy. I imagine that he’d bother his friends to hang out during finals season, but since everyone’s probably studying, he’d have to accept taking some notes in the library 😭

He’s the kind of guy that would try to help you out with literally anything, even if he’s not good at it. He’s a terrible artist, but loves to draw stupid things just to mail them to his friends. Teagan would definitely also pass notes around in class. Like Straus, he’s a terrible dancer, but yk at least Straus gets dance lessons… NEVER dance with this guy.

Despite his playful nature, he knows when to get serious. Teagan’s more of a logical thinker, but he’s incredibly kind and doesn’t like to see people he’s close to get hurt.

He really loves eating meat and raw fish. His dad had to stop him from eating fish straight up out a river (uncooked) many times as a child. Teagan’s also really good with kids; he knows how to cheer a kid up or teach them something without getting super irritated. Teagan’s weird asf not gonna lie, but hey at least he’s a really good cook. He doesn’t really cook for people he doesn’t know honestly, so like he only does it for people he’s close to.

relationships & status

Teagan was raised by his father after his mother died giving birth to him. Unlike a ton of Isekai manhwa fathers, his father didn’t hate him for being born, rather, he put all of his love into raising his son.

Teagan was raised well despite his non-noble status— his dad is a wealthy merchant. He often interacted with nobles because of his dad’s business; through these interactions, he grew a strong hatred for nobles. It isn’t rare for those higher in the social chain to treat people ‘lower’ than them with disrespect, and he definitely got a glimpse of this kind of mindset when attending meetings with his dad.

When Teagan was about 8 yrs old, his dad adopted another child off the street. This child ended up becoming Teagan’s little brother; his dad called him Archie because he used to arch his brow whenever he was the slightest bit confused— but then at around 3 years old, his dad decided that he needed a better name, so he named him ‘Archer’. Teagan and his dad still calls him Archie. When you shift here, Archie will be 13.

As you’d expect, Teagan’s really close with his dad and his younger brother. Teagan was supposed to inherit the family business, but since he’s an S-ranked rider, Teagan’s dad began teaching Archie all the stuff he needs to inherit his dad’s position just in case Teagan wants to do something else with his life.

His dad doesn’t want Teagan to be involved with super dangerous jobs; he’ll likely get pretty angry if Teagan wants to pursue a more dangerous career.

likes & dislikes:

likes:

-coffee, nothing added, just straight up black coffee

-wrestling with his brother

-cooking

-working out

-he likes fighting in general

-dogs. He likes dogs way more than cats

-the smell of leather

-dragons, he thinks they’re cool but he’s never aspired to be a rider simply because he didn’t think he’d be able to be one

dislikes:

-salads

-pooping (he’s got chronic constipation)

-reading

-tea unless it has boatloads of sugar in it

-nobles (yeah ik surprising, right?)

-chess

aura:

Teagan’s aura is an uncommon plume; unlike the students we’ve discussed before, his aura is single toned. I mean like the inner portion of his aura is darker, but like its bc the mana is more concentrated there yk?

#a8673e

dragon:

Teagan will bond to a male yellow wingwalker, and he’ll name him Kiser (Kai-sir).

strengths & weaknesses:

strengths:

-very physically strong

-good at cooperation (at times)

-great social skills

-dear god his martial arts skills are insane

-brave and persistent

weaknesses:

-finds reading boring; makes it hard for him to consume long texts, I’d imagine he’d ask someone close to him to read out a passage, then he’ll take notes that way

-a little dumb at times (it’s okay we love a himbo)

-has a habit of doing something crazy before thinking; he’d fight a monster he’s not really ready to fight for the fun of it

-can be lazy sometimes

-often wants someone near him to talk to; he likes to talk lmao

fighting style:

He mainly doesn’t use a weapon, but if he had to he’d fight with two sabers. His primary fighting skill is martial arts, his saber skills are average.

wanna know more about my aethergarde academy dr? here's a masterlist with everything I've posted about it!

#shiftblr #reality shifting #shifting community #shifting blog #lalalian #desired reality #shifters #shifting diary #shifttok #scripting #aethergarde academy dr

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nczaversnick · 6 months ago

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Writblr/Artblr/Bookblr Intro

Hi! This blog is a lot of things I know but it’s fun I promise

Anyway

I'm N.C. Zaversnick, which lets be real is a pen name.

If you're wondering how I came up with it it's a combination of my and my writing partner's name.

Anyway I'm the one y'all will be interacting with so this will focus mostly on me. You can, however, follow Rachelle on Instagram @panda.panduh.

I'm 22, disabled and queer as hell. I also have ADHD and autism. I use he/they pronouns and I've been writing and drawing since I was 8. I also read a great deal, mostly fantasy though I started reading more dystopians when I started seriously working on Project Gemini.

My favorite book is The False Prince by Jennifer A. Nielsen.

I'm currently reading The Toll by Neal Shuesterman

I'm currently playing Wizard101 (Y’all I’m so done with Wallaru)

I'm currently watching Scrubs

To join my tag lists, click here and comment which list(s) yoou want to be added to

COMISSION INFORMATION

WIPs

First off: Project Gemini

Project Gemini is the name for my book series that I do intend to publish some day. We're still working on book one but currently we're planning four books total for this series.

This is a link to the Master Post, where you will find more links to specific Project Gemini information

In a very general sense, this is a YA dystopian series with queer characters of an appropriate age (about mid 20s)

I can only describe it as what you'd get if you crossed X-men with Avatar. Some members of humanity evolved to have fire/water/earth/air powers. So naturally the government oppressed them. This leads to the creation of a rebel group determined to fight for their rights or overthrow the government whichever comes first. The story follows Caspian, a water elemental guy, and his experience when he meets this group and joins their cause.

Fandomverse

So this is why I don't have 5 bajillion WIPs. I take literally every idea I've ever had and mush them all together into this story. Anything I can't fit becomes an AU using OCs from this universe.

This one is a two year long text chain between me and a friend from middle school. It is a mix of original characters and world building and whatever random fandom shit we want.

It came to be while I was deep in my Doctor Who phase and I created my very own Time Lord/The Doctor. (Canonically speaking, he is the Doctor and the TV show Doctor Who still exists but everything in the TV show is based on stories my time lord told some BBC writers while drunk). My friend had a good deal of her own universe by then and so we just mushed the two together.

The basics are what would happen if a Time Lord and a couple of reapers fell in love and had many paranormal adventures but also were parents trying to raise their kids to be knowledgeable in both the human world and the paranormal world.

For the most part, this is the universe for most of the art I share, nnot so much for writing

AUs for Fandomverse

I will eventually put links here but for now it's just a list

Arc of a Scythe

Percy Jackson

Harry Potter

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chaoticbeanz · 10 months ago

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Hellfire's Girl

Summary- A new girl moves to Hawkins and has already made an impression.

Pairing- Eddie Munson x Fem!oc

Warnings- friends to lovers, slow burn, she/her pronouns, cursing, mainly nickname will be used,

Notes- This is my first Eddie fic. Also, I will be straying from the storyline. Please don't forget to comment. I'd love to hear feedback.

Masterlist

Part 2 Part 3

~Lena~

Moving to Hawkins wasn't as bad as I had originally thought. Sure it sucks that I had to leave, but knowing I was only about 3 hours away from my friends made me feel better about it.

Starting my senior year in a new high school on the other hand… blows.

Well, it would have if I cared about fitting in. Back home no one judged. But here? Oh boy did they. I had to keep some of my hobbies on the down low, for now at least. Apparently, Dungeons and Dragons was considered “Devil worshipping”. So much for me trying to find people to teach me how to play. Or so I thought. Barely one week in Hawkins High is all it took for me to make a friend. Or a few.

~English class~

I was sitting in the back because I couldn't pay attention today. I was a passing student so I wasn't worried.

As I tuned out the teacher, I started doodling on what should've been my notes. The only thing on my mind was smoking my last joint that was tucked away in my car. I was unconsciously drawing clouds around the leaf I had made on my paper.

“Hey, New girl.” I heard whispers next to me. Turning my head to see a boy wearing a shirt with the words “Hellfire Club”. Maybe it was a new band?

“Do you partake or just like drawing?”

This felt like a trick question. Was he trying to get me caught or being friendly? I've learned quickly not to trust anyone yet. The jocks and the cheerleaders are the royalty in the ranks. Any lower on the food chain and you're a target no matter what.

He felt my hesitation to the question so he continued, “I only ask because if you need “flower”- he points to my picture- I know a guy.”

That sounds even more suspicious! I lean in slightly whispering, “You do realize how that sounds like a total set up right? Why should I trust you?”

The boy puts his hands up in defense.“That's fair. But wouldn't me asking you just be me outing myself? Why would I rat both of us out?”

“Touche.”

“I’m Gareth by the way.”

“Lena. And hypothetically if I were to say I had “flower”. Would you partake?”

“Uh Duh.” We both laughed silently.

“You seem pretty cool Gareth.” I could tell that took him by surprise but he tried to cover it up.

“Uh, thanks. So do you.” he paused for a second “Would you wanna come sit with me and my friends during lunch? I can't guarantee that you'll think they'll be as cool as me but…” I giggled.

“I’d love to. And trust me if they're like you I'll like them way better than the “royalty”.”

With that said the bell had rung, dismissing everyone for lunch. I put my notebook in my bag seeing Gareth standing in the corner of my eye. Like he's waiting for me. How sweet.

“I have to put some stuff in my locker. You can go ahead and I'll find you.” I smiled at him. He nodded his head but looked unsure. Like he thought I was lying about sitting with them. Nonetheless, he walks out of the room towards the lunch room while I head to my locker.

~3rd Person~

As Gareth walked to the lunch room, he thought about Lena. Was she being serious about sitting with them? Regardless he would have to mention her to his friends. Even if she didn't sit with them she was one of the good ones.

As he walks through the doors, a roar of multiple conversations bounces off the walls. He grabs his lunch and then heads to his table with his dungeon master and best friend seated at the head of the table.

The kiddies arrived just as he sat down. Now was his chance.

“Hey guys, I invited the new girl to sit with us.”

Everyone at the table paused as if processing what Gareth had said. Then a chorus of laughs erupted from the group. “I’m serious!”

Eddie wipes a fake tear from his eye. “Good one Gare.”

“Yeah like a girl is gonna sit with us.”Jeff rolls his eyes.

“You're delusional man!”

With Gareth trying to defend himself and the group in denial, they had not noticed Lena approaching their table.

~Lena~

I rushed to my locker to dump whatever I didn't need for my next classes. Then into the bathroom to make sure I didn't look crazy. I wanted to make a good first impression on Gareth's friends. It’d be nice to have real people to hang out with who are not snobby rich fakers.

When I got to the cafeteria I scanned the room to find Gareth while going through the line to just get some fruit. Surprised that they had peaches I grabbed two then spotted Gareth after I paid.

As I was heading to the table, a blonde cheerleader I met earlier stopped me. I think her name was Chrissy.

“Hey, would you like to sit with me and the girls?” she smiled sweetly.

“Oh thanks but I've got a seat already.” offering her a smile back. I didn't want to hurt her feelings because she seemed like the only genuine popular girl I'd met.

“Oh, that's okay! Maybe next time.” she then walked away to her table.

I started walking again and as I approached the table it seemed like they were arguing about something. Before you could catch what was going on they all fell quiet when you stood in front of their table. Looking at the boy standing at the opposite side of the table.

~3rd Person~

Eddie was not buying it for one second as soon as the sentence left Gareth's mouth. A new girl sitting with them? The freaks of Hawkins High? Yeah right. But alas Eddie believed that Gareth was committed to the bit til he had enough. He stood from his chair and slammed his hands on the table.

“For fucks sake! Why would she…”

He never finished his sentence. Once he saw her walking and stop right in front of his table he was speechless. No one ever makes Eddie Munson speechless.

The boys turned to see why he shut up and were equally astonished, besides Gareth of course. He wore a smug smile, crossing his arms and leaning back into his chair.

“Uh hi. Gareth said I could sit with you guys.”

Silence from the whole table. They just couldn't believe that Gareth was telling the truth. With no response, she tried again.

~Lena~

“Is that okay?” I asked as I looked at the boy directly across from me. He seemed like the leader of the pack so I awaited his response. But nothing. They all just stared at me like they had never seen a girl before. I don't know if I should be flattered or concerned. Before I could feel embarrassed and think this was a bad idea, Gareth spoke up.

“Here, you can sit next to me.” He scooted the chair next to him out for me to sit.

I sat down hesitantly, eyeing everyone as they still didn't speak. Lingering a little longer on the curly long-haired boy. He was cute no doubt. I toss that thought immediately away. Friends Lena. You're making friends. It was too soon to be having a crush on someone.

“Don't mind them. They didn't believe me when I said you were sitting with us.”

Gareth went around the table, introducing everyone to me. Next to him was Jeff. Across from me was Mike, and to his right was Dustin and Doug. Lastly, at the head of the table was Eddie. “Guys, this is Lena.”

I gave them all a smile and waved. Also noticed that they all wore the same shirt. I made a mental note to ask about it.

Dustin seemed to be the first of the group to come to his senses. “So, where are you from?”

“Harrison. It's about a half hour outside of Cincinnati.”

“What made you come to Hawkins?” Mike asked with a confused face.

“Uh, well my dad overlooks construction jobs. The company he works for has a new location. So he decided to move closer since he’ll be running that place.”

Everyone seemed to become more comfortable as I answered their questions. Seemingly deciding that I wasn't a threat. As I talked I subconsciously worked on opening my peach. It was what I always did to them. Slightly crack open the top, and run my finger all the way around. Now and then lick my finger to stop the juice from running down my hand then twist until it splits in half. Once opened I took a bite and noticed they all were staring again.

“What?” I said wiping the corner of my mouth.

“How in the hell did you just do that?” Jeff asked.

I couldn't help but giggle. “It’s my party trick.” I took another bite.

~3rd Person~

“Is that okay?”

The way she looked at Eddie stirred something inside of him. Genuinely asking for permission. His permission to sit with them. He was so dumbfounded to speak. Just taking her in. From her pretty brown eyes to the Queen t-shirt and jeans she wore that hugged her curves in all the right places to her ring-adorned hands holding peaches. She looked godsent. Well, at least that's what Eddie was thinking. He got a weird feeling as he saw you take the seat next to Gareth. Jealousy? What? No way he was already crushing on the new girl?! He barely even spoke a word to her, just listened to her answer any questions the guys had.

He watched her as she absentmindedly moved her fingers through the peach. His mind started creating naughty thoughts he couldn't shake away. The way she licked her fingers, completely oblivious to what she was doing to him. The juice of the peach slipped out the corner of her mouth as she took a bite. All he wanted to do was lick it off her. Oh, how he was already done for.

Jeff was the first to express his bewilderedness. Man, hearing her giggle? Eddie wanted to bottle it up and keep it forever.

“It’s how I've always eaten peaches. They're my favorite,” she says like it is the most obvious answer in the world. Before anyone could ask about the side with the pit, she does the same trick to split it again in half and then pop the clean pit out. She holds out a slice offering it up to anyone. Before Eddie could act, Dustin took the offering.

“Well in that case should we be calling you Peaches then?” Gareth joked.

She pondered the thought and then shrugged with a smile. “I wouldn't mind that.” Right at that moment, Hellfire as a collective decided that from now on they would only call her Peaches.

Tagged: @luv4peterba1lard @arlxtarts @midnyghtsolstice

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it.

If you would like to be tagged or share your thoughts please leave a comment. It would be greatly appreciated.

part 2 underway

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a-killer-obsession · 6 months ago

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Hi there 👋! I want to ask how would Kid pirates (the main 4) react to a male s/o who absolutely hates being bottom? Like, he will ONLY top them and won't let them top him

Will they try to persuade him to do so or will they accept being bottom forever for their beloved one?

Probably, some hc about them as bottoms?

Thank you for your kind answers❤️

Oh man, I think they would definitely make it their goal to convince him how good being a bottom is. I think what it would take though was Wire acting as a bottom for the s/o to finally be convinced. As I said in this post, I think Kid is a switch but secretly prefers to bottom, Killer prefers to top but also enjoys bottom, and Heat absolutely prefers to bottom but will top if you ask him to. Wire however is like the toppiest top, but I imagine if the other three absolutely begged, and for the good of convincing s/o (because lets be honest, both being tops is driving Wire insane and he wants that ass) he would make the sacrifice and let someone top him, probably Killer since he taught Kil to top so he knows he'll treat Wire good.

Now, for specifics of the boys as bottoms with male partners:

☠️Kid Pirates☠️

Bottom Headcanons w/ AMAB Partner 🍆

🔞 Minors DNI 🔞

Kid

Only does it the first time after Killer sneaky convinces him to let him play with his ass. He lays awake all night before finally cracking and asking Kil to fuck his ass. After that its his favourite thing

Not a big fan of giving blowjobs, but he'll over his ass up in a microsecond

Too lazy for lube and proper prep, just fuckin spit in it and fuck him already

Wants his ass fucked till he sees stars and can't walk tomorrow

Prefers it over fucking someone else

Like i mentioned in the kink post as well, he wants the shit beat out of him while its happening. Seriously, draw blood, it makes his cock twitch

Killer

Loves giving blowjobs just as much as he loves eating girls out

Wants that cum on his face but if you get it in his hair you better be prepared for the two hour ordeal of helping him wash, dry and brush it

Doesn't give up his ass easy but whines like a bitch in heat when he finally does

Loves to fuck a girl while someone fucks him

PULL! HIS! HAIR!

Uh totally unrelated 👀 but i literally just drew this earlier today, gotta crop it cos tumblr but you smell what I'm steppin in? The handle is BUILT IN, USE IT!

Heat

He's been walkin around all day with a plug in his ass just WAITING for someone to slam him against a wall and fuck him hard

Wants to choke and gag on it, wants to feel that hot cum sliding down his throat

His absolute fav thing is when the other 3 gangbang him, all taking turns deepthroating him and pounding his ass. Hes in heaven when they leave him seeing stars and covered in their collective cum, he wants to be fucking dripping

Loves eating the other guys's cum out of a pussy or asshole, loves licking people clean of cum

Wire's favourite little plaything, his personal cocksleeve, but the whole crew essentially freeuses him

Big time into being the reciever in watersports. Sometimes if theres a long stint between islands the others will just chain him up in the brig and use him however they please. He fucking loves it.

Wire

Happens when the planets align during a solar eclipse. Fr a rarity, but hes so good at topping and the others all want that monster cock so bad that him being a bottom hardly ever happens

He'll suck cock, but not cos you asked him to, because you begged. Most things a bottom would do he does as a top. Even when he rides cock on the rare occasion, he's doing it entirely under his control

Just generally not that into being a bottom, it doesn't get him off as much, so you have to really really work for it

Easier to convince him to give up his ass if hes fucking someone else at the same time

Backseat driver the whole time, another reason it hardly happens, cos he's annoying and fussy as hell and not in a sexy bratty way

#finally getting back to a few asks now that my brain is workin again #ask kil headcannon #ive just now realised im spelling headcanon wrong but i already commited to that tag whoops #killer one piece #massacre soldier killer #kid pirates #heat one piece #eustass kid #eustass captain kidd #kid one piece #wire one piece

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not-thenauts · 7 months ago

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*crawls from yard work* Wombat.

Anyways, FUN IDEA with you guys! The Octonauts community! While I kept myself busy, I was thinking about how interesting your guys OC’s are when I posted Ferris the Meteorologist. And, I myself, made some OC kids and got inspired by @animalsalvationassociation ‘s work (sorry for @). It aall got me ponderin’…

So the other day, I was drawing three oc kids of mine as the “Next Generation” Octonauts and I realized how lonely and blank they are. They need friends :( !!!!

Let’s band together to become OctoAgents guys!! Doesn’t that sound like fun? :D *social anxiety settin in* anyways, basically I want to include your OC’s with the Next Gen Octonauts, as like a project. We don’t gotta explain the Lore but here are the girls :

As you can tell, not a lot of excitement, that’s because they don’t got members yet! So that’s why I need you! Yeah, not a hard ask. Totally.

As to how I’m going to do this? Maybe some Chain Art? If you don’t know what that is, I’m not actually sure how to explain, this used to be a big thing in Sony Sketch. But maybe I’ll draw a big group photo. It is sort of hard to do most of these since I actually can’t have Online conversations or friends, yes I am allowed to post art but I am only a tiny bit insanely lonely.

So here are some rules ;

1. One submissions, if you have another good submission maybe you can convince me to add it.

2. Background, ethnicities, all the important details of that character.

3. Character sheet, I gotta know what your buddy looks like.

4. It’s not that serious, have some fun! You can be a little lazy with these submissions, I do wanna hear your ramblings though 🥰

5. Ask me questions if you’re confused, I gotchu.

6. Just so you know, you’re submitting these with the consent that I am drawing your OC.

#octonauts #nocturnal octonauts #fan blog #Rutabaga Koreaf #LéLé Krim #panini #oc #oc kids #we need you #chain art #submission #octoagents #octo agency #next generation #next gen oc #next gen au #next gen Octonauts #idk what else to tag

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innytoes · 1 month ago

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... "I may not be beautiful, but at least I know a lot of useless information."

reggie. please.

😩 okay i'll be done now

Reggie wasn't sure how he ever got an invite to tonight. Like sure, he knew Julie, she was practically his sister now, after her parents took him in (stole him, more like it) when they found out what was going on at home.

Reggie had been too young to entirely know the details, but from hearing tía Victoria shouting from downstairs about 'putting the cart before the horse' and 'your home study wasn't until next month', he was pretty sure it hadn't been done entirely by the book. But given the fact he'd passed out from neglect and DCF had been over to his house twice already and had done nothing, there was some leeway.

So yeah, he was basically a Molina now, even though the adoption was pending because the courts were backed up to the heavens. Which meant Julie was his sister.

And Julie knew Flynn. And Flynn was cool (and pretty). And Julie and Flynn knew Carrie. Who knew the Candis. Who were all also very pretty and very out of his league. And then the new guy at school showed up, the one with the killer cheekbones and the cute laugh and the pretty hair and...

And Reggie wasn't sure why he was here, except for the fact that Julie told him to bring his crochet stuff because they were 'having craft night'.

He loved craft night, okay? Julie and Flynn and him would turn on a crappy movie, and they'd each do their own thing. He'd crochet, Julie would draw, and Flynn would work on whatever project had caught her fancy this time. Sometimes it was making jewellery, sometimes it was diamond painting, sometimes it was gluing an insane number of googly eyes onto a phone case.

So he threw on his flannel, grabbed his bag with his current project (a baby yoda amigurumi), and followed Julie out the door, ready to head over to Flynn's.

Except there was a car waiting outside for them. Like, a fancy car. And when Julie pulled him in after her, he wasn't sure what to do except follow. Like, did he forget something? Flynn was already there, a giant tote on her lap.

It wasn't until they left the neighbourhood that Reggie spoke up. "So, um, where are we going?" And Flynn burst out laughing.

"You didn't tell him we're going to Carrie's place?" she asked, and Julie gave him an evil grin.

"I didn't want him to chicken out," she said sweetly. Because Julie knew that Carrie and her Candis intimidated the heck out of Reggie ever since he was smacked by the Puberty Stick and realised 'oh no, girls and boys are pretty'. So he'd been kind of avoiding them ever since Julie and Flynn made up with Carrie.

And thus, he was trapped in a car, going to Carrie Wilson's house, and now he was surrounded by beautiful people. And amazing snacks. And a TV three times the size of the one they had at home, playing a Gilmore Girls marathon on low volume.

(Every time Dean appeared on screen, two of the Candis boo'ed, while one other cheered, and the fourth took a shot of soda. He, again, was too afraid to ask.)

There were people knitting, drawing, making friendship bracelets, bedazzling a rather rad-looking jacket. Cute skateboard guy, who turned out to be named Willie, was attaching Worms On A String to one another to make long chains of them, explaining he wanted to make a curtain for his door. He seemed impressed by Reggie's Baby Yoda, and even more so when Julie whipped out her phone to show off some of the other things Reggie had made over the years.

It was entirely too much attention from entirely too many hot people, and he resisted the urge to talk. Because if he'd talk, he'd start spouting out stupid pick-up lines and he'd never be invited back. And also Julie would kill him. If Carrie didn't.

Eventually, he was saved by the Dean ("Booo!") and he could go back to counting stitches and eating fancy snacks and carefully, being so totally normal, complimenting bedazzling techniques.

Carrie Wilson smiled at him and it wasn't one of those smiles that made him worry she was going to stab him later, so that was cool.

Just when he thought he was safe from making a complete and utter buffoon of himself, a dark figure leapt over the back of the couch and plopped next to him, leaning over to grab one of the vegan spring rolls in one fluid movement.

Reggie looked up, a little bit startled, and then realised. Oh no.

Oh no, that was Bobby Shaw, his biggest crush. Bobby who was always cool and always wore black and red and always had a snarky comment in English class when Mrs Miller was picking on someone. Who swept his hair off his forehead during PE in a way that made Reggie wish he was better at sports. What was Bobby doing here?

"What are you doing here?" Carrie asked, but she asked it in a way that sounded a lot more annoyed than Reggie felt.

"There's snacks," Bobby pointed out, like that was reason enough.

"This is craft night," Carrie glared at him. "You have to be making something to join."

"I'm making you annoyed," Bobby said, popping another spring roll in his mouth before moving on to the cookies. "Oh fuck, is she still with Dean? Booo!"

Immediately, one of the Candis (the yellow one, maybe? He couldn't tell, out of costume they were not all as committed to the aesthetic as Carrie was) turned around and said: "Your cousin can stay." Then, she turned to Bobby. "Jess or Logan?"

"Paris." This got some shocked and awed looks, though Flynn and Purple Candi (he was pretty sure) cackled.

Oh. Cousin. Cool, cool, cool cool coolcoolcoolcool. That didn't make Bobby like ten times more intimidating to talk to. Nope, not at all.

Thankfully, the conversation carried on without anyone pointing out Reggie had recounted the stitches of this row eight times already because he kept getting distracted by how funny and cute Bobby was.

"And then," Probably Blue Candi said. "He asked me to knit him a sweater! Can you believe it?"

"What's wrong with knitting your boyfriend a sweater?" Willie asked, confused.

"It's the Sweater Curse," Reggie said. Willie blinked at him, so he went on. "If you knit your partner a sweater, you will break up with them."

"Because of a sweater?" Bobby asked, doubtful.

"Because you just spent hundreds of dollars on nice yarn, asking their opinions on colors and the material and size and shapes and finding a pattern and adjusting it to their size and then even more countless hours knitting it only for them to declare it's 'kind of itchy' and never wear it or they shrink it in the wash because they didn't listen to you and then shrug it off because it's 'just a sweater' and you realise you could have spent all that time and effort and money on making something for yourself instead of this asshole who never cared about your craft in the first place."

The room was silent when he stopped talking, and Reggie felt his face grow hot.

Okay, so maybe the nerdy crochet version of that was his last girlfriend who asked him to make a giant Snorlax, who got snippy when he wasn't done in two weeks, but the point still stood.

"Heck yeah!" Maybe Blue Candi said. "Reggie knows what I'm talking about."

"I may not be beautiful, but at least I know a lot of useless information," Reggie deflected.

"I dunno," Bobby said, and Reggie felt his heart sink. "You're pretty cute."

This time, it was Julie and Carrie doing the booing, but at the end of the evening he'd eaten a ton of snacks, finished Baby Yoda's body, and had Bobby's number in his phone.

He never made Bobby a sweater, but when he nervously gave Bobby the giant throw blanket for his bed on their three year anniversary, Bobby tackled him to the ground and gave him so many thank you kisses that Reggie knew no curse could take them out.

#julie and the phantoms #fanfic #bobbyxreggie #make Reggie a Molina 2kalways #this prompt was so hard because really WHAT INFORMATION IS USELESS???#So I went with something I read on tumblr a while back lol #everyone is beautiful and Reggie is very flustered #Bobby lives with his cousin and uncle Trevor because his folks travel a lot okay?#he and Carrie made a pact that they Do Not Know Each Other at school #aka I started writing this and asked nobody what her fave Reggie pairing was and kept it open-ended until I got an answer lol #the candis have VERY SERIOUS OPINIONS on Rory's lovelife #I wrote a thing

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sunfloo-wers · 3 months ago

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The rambles for W O R M painting!!!

This one’s a long one so get a snack and enjoy the show!

first order of businesses is all the other photos I have!!!!!

Other nature placements that I got:

Then! The individual worms plus the back of the guys in case anyone is curious about the inerworkings and mechanisms:

The little guy in better lightings aka the floor:

progress photos:

The sketch can be seen here if you want to look at it :D AND THATS ALL THE PHOTOS!!!!!

WIND WORBS:

I forgot his legs had skin tone and fucked it up when I went to add them so that’s why it had to be cut out and turned into a month long project! It wasn’t supposed to tale this longggggggg!!!!!

Anyways I love how he turned out and he got a little wind waker too! The embroidery on his knees is little waves and I really wanted to point it out cause they make me so happy :D

I ALSO LOVE HOW HIS HAIR TURNED OUT it looks so floofy :3 he was also supposed to have earrings but I forgot to paint them… you can probably still see them in the paper drawing tho

Okay, so The Wimdy Boy, yes? We love him and you can probably recognize him, but everyone else is also here! Just in case it’s not clear, which I think it should be, but I also just want to talk about them soooooo

Hyrule: the fully green one with speckled bits. He also has the stab scar from Dink in aol that was revealed in “Scars”(I think that’s what it was called? The page with scars tall) He was probably the easiest to make but was also the last one I did so maybe there’s correlation there?

Legend: PINK!!!! I did him so dirty with this one he’s pink with Christmas colored spots and looks so goofy :D I treated his as a kinda dark world form so he had to be pink cause pinky little guy :D The Christmas colors are from his tunic and under tunic! I probably should’ve done a bit of yellow for the embroidery but ah well. He’s also got one of my favorite shapes of all the wormies C:

Warriors: BLUE BOY SO LONG AND FLOWY HE LOOKS LIKE HIS SCORF he’s also got orange bits in reference to his scarf’s embroidery! I know he’s got a lot of green in his design but if I included all the green they’d all look kinda similar sooooooo blue boy :3

Four: RAINBOW LITTLE GUY they’ve also got the goofy face, looks like a muppet, the idiot (/aff) the blending of the colors there was so annoying >:( how could they do this to me :C

Sky: Okay, I really didn't want to do worms in the chain’s clothes but I feel I need a pass for sky! The big sailcloth is so important to his design!!!! And he’s still got the shirt color and red gem bits put into the design too. ANYWAYS CURLY GUY HE DOIN’ A FLIP!!!

Wild: similarly to Sky, he needed the cloak. Without it he would’ve looked way too similar to Wars and I needed a big difference. ALSO HE’S TINY LITTLE GUY LITTLE LITTLE GUY :3

Time: I struggled with his colors but ended up doing the armour colors plus the face scars I SHOULDVE MADE PNE OF THE EYES WHITE NOOOOOOOO I FORGOT :C

Twilight: BIG FLOOF OF FUR THEN THE GREEN/BROWN OF THE REST OF THE CLOTHES!!! I’m so sorry dude, your placement looked okay on the paper but in a 2.5D area he doesn’t look as floaty as the rest :(((

YOU THOUHT WE WERE DONE? NOPE!!!! IT’S PLOT TIME >:3

You can see this one of 3 ways! (All of them can be correct, but they do have different vibes soooo)

Worms, silly worms doing silly stuff :P

The chain has been magically turned into worms! Oh no! What will we do? Luckily Wind is still Hylian so hopefully he can turn them back! For now though let’s have some fun, with the rest of the chain super light, they can play in the Wind Waker breeze :D

THE EVIL WHUMP OPTION >:3

So Wind is looking kinda magical with his white eyes, pose, and he’s got the Wind Waker out so magic is happening no? And yes, it could totally be a breeze summoning song, but you know what else the boy can do? Something questionably okay on mindless monsters and the good of the people and with consent, but if it were to be maybe used on people without their knowledge… that that wouldn’t be good right? :3

YES THE COMAND MELODY! Wind is evil and turned the whole chain into worms on strings because… uhhhh I don’t know why… emotional turmoil, grew-up-too-fast trauma, just wants to finally have a break and play, and you know what he can play with? BAM WORMS ON STRINGS >:3

Even after all the time this took me I am so unbelievably happy with it, I love it so much and might change my pfp to something from it someday AIGUDGIDLHSOYCPJFPUG LITTLE GUYS :DDDDDDDD

Anyways, this has been all I’ve spent my weekends and free time on this past month, so I hope you enjoyed it and the rants! If you’re curious about any portions in particular then absolutely shoot me an ask I’d love to talk more about it!!! :D

#Lamp can draw #Director’s cut #Kinda #I just talked about the little guys and showed alternate pictures :D #lu wind #lu time #lu four #lu chain #lu hyrule #lu legend #lu sky #lu warriors #lu twilight #lu wild #worm on a string #that’s a tag apparently

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6okuto · 1 year ago

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Niaaaa //wailing, heaving, rolling around on the floor

I cannot stress enough how much I adore your works and love rereading all of them from time to time

Am here to ask if you have any more touchstarved hcs,, or thoughts,, im dying over here

Literally starved for content

gn!reader | REG!!! //waving both hands, jumping up and down giggling. Thank U. this is an honour and incredible compliment. scary bc my old works are...old... but Thank u. U mean the world 2 Me. i didn't thoroughly check what hcs i've already said so sorry there's repeats orz

i'm not saying the LIs would all go to the barbie movie but if someone does make art of that please let me know and tag me especially if it has the i am kenough shirt

they ruined my life saying kuras doesn't eat how is he going to join my girl dinners now. /j but i'll continue to believe he can appreciate how good a meal looks! & he can still sit with you and try to get his hands on your favourite meals for you to enjoy :-)

that thing where they do push-ups and kiss you when they come down with...leander was the first one i thought of tbh. but if you aren't able to lie underneath him he'd just ask for the same amount once he's done!

leander doing the thing he did in the prologue where he took his glove off with his teeth every so often just to see your reaction. like if you react in an amusing flustered staring at him kind of way. i couldn't relate personally (lying) (liar) (huge lie)

i'm sorry for my leander bias but if one of his favourite things is MASQUERADES and we don't see him at a MASQUERADE well it's so joever like him in a suit and mask and showing off how he knows how to fit in because of his past and also he can waltz now or something I'm dizzy i can't breathe

ais using 0.5 camera on people while they're caught off guard. him asking you to take a video of the fight For him because he's going to be part of it. vere selfie folder. mhin 5 followers no icon no posts gc lurker.

mhin would stick to enough of a routine that they'd have a specific spot to sit at different places,,, like a cafe or the library or bus... corner. it's one of the corners. and when someone's taken the spot they're thrown off then have to walk around for a new one (not happy about this) but take it back once they leave. you spend enough time together and they start keeping the spot next to them open for you

^ also they'd always order the exact same thing at restaurants. wouldn't like going to a new place because now they have to find a new default order. just like me fr

is no one going to talk about the idea that vere doesn't like snow because he's chained outside and it's cold . to be fair it could Totally be for a less sad reason like how it gets his Fur Wet (valid) but i've been thinking about that possible angst

also his gloves are just. like. ? odd. inverse drawing gloves. claws... but why only the 3 fingers.... btw his outfit means a constant thigh holding opportunity

kuras and mhin having long conversations about alchemy and sharing their findings with each other ;; mhin at some point getting just a Little excited about something and kuras choosing not to comment on it but being happy to see them let their walls down a little ;; o(-(

ais coming into your room and wordlessly lying next to you in bed and when asked if he needs something he says no? with a smile. he was just feeling lonely and wanted to find you

saying "you look like you can't swim" or "you are an odd individual" to any and all of them . something about it is amusing to me

if you celebrate christmas or like the idea of kissing underneath some mistletoe,, i think it's a good thought that you hold one over your head and wait for a kiss Or that Some of the LIs would Definitely do that themselves.

who do you guys think has the saddest birthday celebration (/no celebration at all.) who's relating to girls who spend their birthday alone and crying and be honest with me

rambling but i just want to say kuras's monster form looks sick as FUCK and i'm so excited for it. it looks like whatever left the scar on his hand seems to be there.. in his monster form...? i thought it was a claw but the positioning is under/through the hand so like??. do i have to bring up the significance of that if true

also is his outfit (minus his jacket)...like a jumpsuit... or can i just not tell because of his three (?) belts. that's not how you wear belts btw /lh. and is the sheer part Part of the top or is he wearing something sheer underneath the white. his sleeves are also sheer but the neckline means his shoulders are out . take off ur jacket

also mhin !! i want to know how big they get and if the transformation is sickening to watch and if they're still aware of everything around them and !!! THERE IS A SPINE(?) COMING OUT FROM THE BOTTOM OF THE SILHOUETTE THAT I NEED TO SEE NOW! & i'm assuming the senobium is Shit so even if we do get in there and get 'help' there would be another shitty price to pay. possible bad ending...??

scenes with all their monster forms where you're asked if you're scared and you say no / yes but you care about them and they falter because they didn't expect that

true good ending is everyone meeting at the wet wick and making a toast and laughing and saying this truly was our touchstarved before the credits roll

#touchstarved #touchstarved ais #touchstarved leander #touchstarved kuras #touchstarved mhin #touchstarved vere #redspring pls continue to drop lore. gimme. GImemeeme...#not a single one of these birthdays sound good to me btw. closest to happy is how leander would say all drinks on him for the night #but it doesnt change the fact he has no close friends 💀💀#Im serious about the masquerade scene bc i need to see him in a formal setting. how hes different but still charming/the same in a way etc

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forasecondtherewedwon · 4 months ago

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Just Like Andy Warhol Said

Fandom: Daisy Jones & The Six Pairing: Eddie x Camila Rating: E Word Count: 3992

Summary: The night before Billy's discharged from the rehab clinic, Eddie tries not to think about what it'll be like when Camila gets her husband back. Unfortunately, it's pretty fucking hard not to think about her when she finds him sitting alone. Or; in the Dunne-Alvarez infidelity wars, Camila draws first blood.

It feels like it’s the night before the world gets made. Or annihilated. Eddie can’t tell or decide. What’s for sure is Billy gets out of the clinic tomorrow. Graham’s supposed to pick him up. Eddie’s glad it’s not him. If everybody else’d said no, he’d have done it, because even though Camila made it clear by her silence that she’s sure as hell not going to get him, Eddie knows she wants Billy back. Whether she wants him back back is harder to say.

This is some kind of ending—an end to the months of relative normalcy. Without Billy, they’ve still been a band, but a band without gigs, let alone a tour. And it’s actually been… alright. Hell, they’re still in fucking California. And Eddie’s been building his new bass, working on it whenever he likes. He never would’ve gotten to do that if they were on tour and then back in the studio, recording another album. Another thing he wouldn’t have been able to do if not for Billy’s cataclysmic fuck-up is be there for Camila and Julia the way he has. Nobody asked him to be, but Eddie doesn’t mind. He never minds. If it helps Camila, he never could. When Billy comes back, well, Eddie might have to take his bow, leave the parenting to the parents, the husbanding to the husband. It’s a thought that makes him clench his teeth bitterly.

He hasn’t spent these months trying to replace Billy. The fact of it, Eddie thinks, is that nobody should. Cam and Jules don’t need a Billy to make them wait up, let them down, blow too much of the cheque on booze. What they need is, well, somebody like Eddie. He wouldn’t be the worst choice. He’s here, for one thing. He’s reliable, and he’s decent—apart from wanting nothing more than to break up Billy and Camila’s marriage. If Billy needs any help in that department. When Eddie pictures it (and he does), he and Camila are really good for each other. He supports and loves her, and she relieves him of the burden of trying to hide how much.

He's thinking about her when he hears her footsteps in the room connected to the deck, but her sudden presence is still startling. He quickly sits upright in his chair, pulling the joint he just lit back out from between his lips. (Better than chain-smoking cigarettes, and he’s trying to cool it about Billy.)

“I wasn’t sure anybody was home,” Camila says, emerging from the darkened room to step out onto the deck. Her voice is as soft and bright as the stars way up above them. “Where is everybody?”

“They went out. I think they were thinkin’ one last night to get totally shitfaced.”

Before Billy gets back and they have to worry about the guy he was the last time they all saw him. Eddie doesn’t need to say it, so he keeps it to himself. Camila knows. Anyway, she nods like she does.

“That’s… sorta sweet,” she settles on. She smiles ironically. “Except for the part where nobody invited me.”

“Probably just thought you were busy with the baby,” Eddies says. He doesn’t know why he’s covering for them. He never would’ve forgotten Cam.

“Yeah, well, my mom’s with her.” Camila hasn’t sat down yet, but after sweeping her eyes along the horizon, she turns them on Eddie and the joint pinched between his dangling fingers. “Are you smoking that?”

His arm comes to life like Victor Frankenstein electrified it, jerking upward. God, why can he never be cool around her?

He tries to be, tries harder, joint back in the corner of his mouth as he tickles the end with his lighter ’til it catches. Camila sits and Eddie inhales, then passes it to her. Slowly exhaling smoke, he takes snatching glimpses of her delicate hold on the paper he licked and rolled. He gets lost in the careless way she tosses back her dark sheet of hair. And then the joint’s touching her lips, trapped between them, and his mouth is so dry he has to swallow. Cam streams a column of smoke skyward. She hands it back, and Eddie takes a second hit automatically. Shit. This was supposed to relax him, but Cam’s fingers brush his on the next exchange, and then he kinda just fails to look away. He stares at the graceful bend of her arm. At her mouth. Good god, her mouth. Her mouth wrapped around the same joint he just had clamped between his own lips.

She laughs when she sees him looking at her. Unconcerned, not at all suspicious. And why should she be suspicious, when he’s worked damn hard to stay a gentleman?

Her fingers flick the joint, spraying fine ash into the air.

“What?” Camila demands, the laugh still in her voice.

Here’s where Eddie says, Nothing.

Except he says, “You know what,” low and sure, and keeps his gaze on her—heavy, like he wants to be on top of her. Hot, like they could be if they got out of this night air and he took her to bed. Just once.

Cam blinks a bunch of times, as if the ash she scattered blew back into her eyes. But that’s not it. And Eddie sits there and waits to see how the disbelief on the face of the woman he loves resolves itself; will she be horrified or pleased? Is he the guy trying to ruin her marriage, or the only one who can still see her there inside it, apart from it. Eddie doesn’t want his words to reach Camila Dunne. He wants Camila Alvarez. Wants her every which way.

Camila drops her eyes, then glances around for the ashtray, leaving the joint tilted against its rim. Eddie doesn’t know what’s going on. He expects her to leave him—not leave him, but leave, meeting his flirtation with the no-uncertain-terms rejection it probably deserves. Things’ll be awkward for a few days, or maybe a while, but she’ll have Billy home to distract her, and Eddie’ll have his usual misery. And then they’ll just forget. Or pretend to.

Eddie’s resigning himself to this when Camila leans across the arm of her chair towards him. His eyes widen, are still open when she kisses him. He starts to shake his head in confusion, but Camila says, “Shhh,” touching his lips with her finger, then her mouth. Again.

This will never be spoken of—the scuff of chair legs as Eddie tries to turn towards Cam with his whole body, the way he clutches the back of her head through her hair, the feel of her heart when she takes his hand and guides it to her chest—but still, Eddie wishes it could be known that he didn’t hesitate for a second.

It’s Camila, so of course Eddie’s already getting hard when she climbs out of her chair and into his, sitting on his lap as they kiss hotly. She doesn’t kiss him the way he’s seen her kiss Billy, with her arm draped loosely around the back of his neck. Eddie’s seen that enough to notice, to assess how Camila’s hold seems designed to direct Billy’s wandering attention to her, how Billy will often sling his own arm around her waist with equal looseness. Taking her for granted—that’s what Billy’s posture always says to Eddie. Eddie’s not gonna do that, so when Camila hangs onto him tightly, he does the same. His hand kneads her thigh through her thin dress, and her fingers dig into his shoulder as her head tilts to keep pace with their furious kissing.

When Eddie parts her lips with his tongue, Cam releases this rough, reaching moan. He shifts her so she’ll feel the length of his dick against her hip. She leans into him, making him grunt. After a few seconds, he brings his hand to the top of her thigh. Encouragingly, Camila gathers the fabric of her dress, hitching it up her legs as their tongues twist together in her mouth. Eddie’s palm runs up the smooth path of skin she makes for him, all the way to her underwear, cotton against his fingertips.

“You want…?” he chokes out.

“Uh huh,” Camila pants back.

She gives him a little space, and he takes it. He’s used to this, taking whatever she’ll give him: genuine praise during band practice back in Pittsburgh, a companionable arm linked through his, a kiss on the cheek at her wedding. He collects her words and touches and moments of fleeting but intense affection like he can build something with them, some kind of mosaic that might look like love from a distance. And now she gives him this—the moan she lets out when he contorts his wrist to slip his hand into her underwear and find her clit.

He wonders, as he reaches lower to wet his fingertips in her arousal and Camila sucks his tongue, whether they missed the moment where they could’ve paused to talk about this, or whether there never was one. Did they decide, silently, not to discuss it? Is it pointless to talk about what this means? There are words that could be said—infidelity, for one—but Eddie can’t find it in himself to give a shit. Nudging his thumb against her clit, he presses two fingers inside her. Camila’s body squeezes them. Maybe they don’t need much more conversation than that.

Camila’s hip keeps his cock pinned to his abdomen, the fly of his jeans digging in on the other side. It feels appropriately painful to Eddie; whatever he has to suffer for this, he’ll do it. He starts rocking his hand so his fingers slip in and out of her. At some point, they stop kissing and just rest their faces together with their eyes closed, listening to him fuck her with his hand. Already sitting across his lap, Cam makes herself even longer when she tips her head back, groaning at the pressure he puts on her clit. His dick throbs at the knowledge that she’s going to remember this. She can’t not.

When Camila gets off, it seems to only make her hornier, and Eddie decides that means she doesn’t think this is a mistake. She doesn’t climax and then come to her senses and scurry back into the house. No. Limply, the back of her neck damp with sweat when he rubs her there, Camila eases away from him just enough to unbutton and unzip his jeans. Eddie sighs as the pressure vanishes. His fingers are still buried in her, her cunt throbbing around them. When she gets his fly open and his briefs jerked down in front to expose him, she reaches between her legs for his hand. With her wetness still glossy on his fingers, she folds his willing hand into a fist around his cock. Her hand covers his. Eddie groans like he aches because smearing her arousal down his length makes the stroke so slick.

That it could be like this never entered his mind. Every time he’s imagined the two of them, it’s him doing whatever she asks for. Him fucking her slow, for hours. His face between the stifling press of her thighs as he laps her cunt, clit, and curls. He’s pictured himself being up for anything Billy wasn’t doing for her, or wasn’t doing well. In the thoughts he has almost every night—and sometimes in his dreams—Eddie volunteers his body to her, just to be the one who meets her needs. He never considered that part of her pleasure might come from tending to his.

Camila pulls his shirt up, maybe only meaning to get it out of the way, but Eddie quits pumping himself long enough to pull it all the way off and throw it on the deck. Their hands close around his dick again, and now Cam’s tucking her hair behind her ear and lightly kissing his chest. He imagines her mouth where their hands are. He can’t help it. She probably knows, possibly even wants him to. But he’s a safe man to tease, won’t make a crude comment or force her head down to his lap. He’s predictable.

She’s not.

Camila slides from his lap, dropping to the deck like a petal from a flowering tree. Her left hand rubs long strokes over his thigh, keeping the spot where she was sitting warm. Eddie likes the sound of her hand against the denim. Her right hand nudges his aside and grips the base of his dick. Her grip controls his twitching so she can wrap her lips around the head.

Warm.

Wet.

Shaping and reshaping around him.

He wishes he could put a pair of headphones over Camila’s ears right about now to muffle the sounds he’s making, but she doesn’t seem put off. Eddie finds it hard to look right at what her mouth is doing, so he places a hand high on her chest—like before, when she led him to her heartbeat—and stares at that. She keeps her eyes down until she raises her whole head. Her hand takes over, trying to stand in for the suction of her cheeks and the wet caress of her tongue, and her lips part like she’s going to ask him a question. He comes then, before she can speak. Even then, she’s tender, not speaking as she slackens her strokes and releases him. She kisses his knee over his jeans. He’ll never know what she was going to say.

If this is it, Eddie thinks, it’s been everything. His chest is still heaving, and he feels like liquid in this chair, and Cam is leaning her arm casually across his leg and resting her cheek on it. They’re quiet for a few minutes. The most peaceful few minutes of his life. There are stars, and insect noises, and lights on in a house a little way down the canyon.

Finally, she stands.

“Come on, Eddie,” Camila says, not urgent, not weary, but as though it’s inevitable.

She goes into the house, trusting him to follow. He’d have to be dead not to. Honestly, he’d have to be dead.

He tucks himself away and pulls his pants up, but leaves them open. He has a feeling he knows where Cam is, in this insane alternate reality of his life. Before he goes there, he hits the bathroom to clean himself up, to look into his own eyes in the mirror a minute. That guy’s probably the only person he’ll ever get to tell about any of this. If things were different, Eddie would be putting his love for Camila on billboards. He wouldn’t be writing sappy, crappy songs about her that don’t make the album, fighting half-heartedly when they’re replaced by shit that’s both better and meaner. He’d be making the Camila songs the best songs in the first place—songs so good they wouldn’t get replaced. He’d build those tracks like a temple to her. He’d pity nonbelievers.

She’s in his bedroom, like he thought she’d be. He can’t recall her ever being in here before, even the day they moved in; maybe that’s a coincidence, maybe not. Because Camila looks so restless sitting on the end of his bed, Eddie’s careful to step inside and not block the door. In case she wants to bolt. They’ve established too many truths tonight for her to retreat into ignorance, but if she’s accepted all of those—that he loves her, that she’s willing to cheat on her husband to let Eddie love her—and just doesn’t want to feel him inside her, that’s her choice.

He stands with his hands in his pockets.

“Come here, Eddie.”

Does she like saying his name?

He jerks his thumb towards the door.

“You want that closed?”

Camila laughs, and it’s not very nice. Somehow, she mixes bitterness with abandon, but it still sounds good to him. Eddie gets it—getting caught might not be any more dire than giving themselves permission to do this in the first place. Warren’s amazement or Graham’s fury or Karen’s sad understanding can’t make Camila’s infidelity worse. A door can’t keep this contained.

“Yes, please.”

Eddie shuts the door.

There could be a joke in the fact that Cam’s probably only ever had sex with one person while Eddie got laid like crazy during the tour, but she’s the only one he’s ever felt more than passing lust for. If not a joke, a moral. If not a moral, a nonsensical tragedy. There are condoms in his nightstand, his bass case, the pocket of a different pair of jeans he needs to wash. She can pick. He’ll protect her from himself in that way at least.

Closing the door appears to have subdued her restlessness, because she stands and drops her dress in one motion, leaving Eddie gobsmacked. For a moment, he worries he’s too stoned for this; the world seems to contract around them until there’s only the distance between him and her, the edges too soft to be real. But he walks towards her like he’s

calmer than he is. Camila runs her hand up his chest to his shoulder and won’t let go until he steps near enough to kiss her.

Kissing her standing up is… real in a way it hasn’t yet been. Kissing standing up is like a greeting or a parting, casual and formal at the same time, and most of all, habitual. That’s the thing—they’re kissing like they do this all the time. Kissing standing up, Eddie suspects, is the thing that will destroy him if he does it much longer. What kind of clinics do they have for that?

So, they get in bed, where they both want to be. Eddie’s jeans on the bedroom floor, Camila’s long, bare legs twining around his under the sheet. She keeps her bra on (will she leak otherwise, because of the baby? Eddie doesn’t want to bring up her life beyond this room, so he doesn’t ask), but lets him drag her underwear off before her fingers find the band of his and do the same. It’s so, so easy, terrifyingly easy. He gets the condom on like he's done this before—which he has, but not this. They hold each other close, panting, and Eddie pushes inside her.

The night takes on a beautiful silence. The soft dimness of his room without the light on is a closer blackness than the night sky, but he has world enough just looking down at Camila, and then up at Camila, a quick smile on her lips as his hands steady her. Once she gets situated, she rides him. Her head falls back a second with her moan. Eddie’s not exactly keeping his head himself, but he’s trying to breathe as normally as he can while Cam sets a pace neither fast nor slow. He wouldn’t immediately call it fucking, but it isn’t lovemaking either. What Camila does is ride him with her whole body, from the thighs that tense as his hands glide over them to the hips that roll, to the full breasts that bounce (oh yeah, he’s gonna be seeing that in his dreams ’til the end of time), the shoulders that hitch, the mouth that hangs slack when he thrusts just right. And her hands are all over him: covering his hands, clawing his chest, gripping his hair. It seems impossible to Eddie that he could be doing this much right, be making Camila feel this good, but then he clocks his doubt as an inferiority complex. There’s another asshole out there in the world who probably makes her feel half this good and is twice as confident about it.

Say my name, he thinks, one hand slipped so carefully into the cup of her bra and the other between her thighs, rubbing her clit with the wetness that overflows from where she rises and falls on his dick. Say it. Just once like this. He massages with more intent, then eases back, massages, and eases.

There are tears on Camila’s face when she finally gasps, “Eddie!”

“I’m here, Cam. Right here.”

She comes, throwing herself up and down on him, exactly as demanding as he wants her to be. God, he thinks. Need me.

Her body’s still clenching around him as she slumps, panting. Eddie wouldn’t insist while she took what she needed, but he’s not wholly selfless; when he fills this condom, he wants to be nose to nose with her. He wants whatever approximation of love he can generate by seeing his own adoration reflected back at him in her eyes. When she folds over him, when she allows him to handle her, he rolls them to lay her beneath. He kisses her and finishes watching the calm trust in her face. I’ll be here, Camila. I will. Me.

It's not as awkward as it probably could be, after. Neither of them makes excuses for the other’s or their own decisions. Life just… goes on. Scanning her eyes around his bedroom, Cam asks when he’s going to get to his laundry, and Eddie snorts softly. He tells her he’ll get to it. The place doesn’t smell yet, does it? No, she agrees it doesn’t, and Eddie holds so very still as she cuddles up to him, resting her head on his shoulder.

He’d sooner die than talk about it, but every second they don’t address the fact that Billy’s coming home tomorrow starts to feel like another splinter off Eddie’s ribcage, little fragments of bone turning inward to point towards his heart. It’s uncomfortable. If he waits, it’ll probably be deadly. The first time he sees them together again… he anticipates that it’ll feel like shrapnel striking his chest. Nothing major hit. He’ll live. He’ll be able to go on. But some stupid part of him wants to know now, wants a mercy kill.

And now there’s a question he doesn’t ask, because Camila sits up and swings her legs over the side of his bed. Bewildered, Eddie watches her getting dressed.

“I need to get back,” she says, pulling her dress over her head. “For Jules.”

“Of—” His throat is thick. He clears it. “Of course.”

He’s sitting with his knees bent up, tenting the sheet, arms laid across them. He knows what he’s watching now: he’s watching Cam debate with herself whether she should go back for one more kiss. Maybe she’s wondering what that kiss would feel like, the tone it would set to close this escapade out. Eddie knows his eyes are too serious. As if he can help it. She’s his whole damn reason for being.

So, with her hand on the doorknob, she looks at him like she’s waiting for him to bring up Billy, and he looks back at her, waiting for that kiss—just a sign, that’s all either of them wants. Some demonstration of devotion. Eddie needs to be a little brutal, or Camila a little sweet, and they’ll know how things stand.

Cam lets go of the doorknob, hand falling gently to her side.

“When Billy gets back—” Eddie blurts.

It makes Camila cut him off: “I can’t.”

She grasps the doorknob again and slips out of the room.

It kills him, but he had to. After all of it, he just had a feeling one more kiss would be the thing Camila couldn’t bear. He’d rather she loves him and leaves him than the other way around. Rather not watch it pain her to keep trying to figure out what to do with him. Eddie brought Billy into the room with them to keep things simple.

He could’ve told her he loves her instead.

But then the closed door would’ve hurt more.

#my writing #Daisy Jones & The Six #DJatS #DJatS fic #Eddie Roundtree #Camila Alvarez #Camila Dunne #Eddie x Camila #Camila x Eddie

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pd3thoughts · 1 year ago

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Irreplaceable

Or, Chains thinks about Houston.

(Hi @neomineom ! I was your secret Santa! Sorry for taking years, it wasn’t canon compliant so I scrapped it and restarted. Among other real life things. it was totally my fault! I hope that I got your boys right and did them justice 👀)

written for @paydaysecretsanta

// canon compliant fluff with a bit of angst :)

Chains remembers Houston from before they both were in the PAYDAY gang. It was back in the early 2000s, when Houston would unlock the back door every morning so that they wouldn’t bother any customers while talking. The younger man didn’t really speak all that much, but Chains hadn’t minded. He’d met much worse, and the glint in Houston’s eye hinted to his amusement.

Houston was stoic from the beginning, forced to grow up in a household that had no place for a kid. Chains could put two and two together just by the way he mentioned his brother, those glimpses into complex feelings caused by years of neglect. He “had no chill,” as Joy used to say. It might’ve looked like that, but she didn’t know how he was back then.

The Ghost was almost completely silent, immediately getting down to business. He made no time for small talk, finding every conversation meaningless if it didn’t have a point. Chains admired the way that Houston was serious about his work, but it wouldn’t have killed the guy to loosen up a little. Chains had—for lack of a better term—annoyed Houston into relaxing every so often. When the younger man would roll his eyes, the veteran counted that as a victory.

At first, Houston was visibly irritated by Chains’ antics, having half a mind to kick him out of the range. Chains’ disrupted his usual quiet, but Houston began to grow used to it. He didn’t know when it happened, but he had started to expect his presence.

Chains started off by looking at the merchandise, then moved on to talking about other weapons and what Houston used to clean them out. The Armorer, knowing full well how to do it by himself, watched the younger man dismantle a desert eagle with deft fingers.

…When Bain chose Houston as a stand-in for Hoxton, Chains had agreed to it. He had seen Houston’s potential in how he applied himself and in the way he handled his weapons. (It was a mistake. He didn’t regret working with Houston, but Chains never meant to hurt Hoxton. He had always seen the two as separate people despite their similarities.)

Chains would keep it on the lighter side, but he wasn’t afraid to speak his mind. Houston wouldn’t judge him for any of it, sometimes agreeing with what he said. Likewise, Houston had no qualms with asking him for advice.

———

Asking people for help was weak… but with Chains, Houston felt different. This was just two friends talking to each other.

It didn’t stop him from feeling a bit dumb for asking Chains for ideas about what sort of Christmas present to get Dallas. It’s not like he could stroll up to the guy and go “so is there anything you need other than me forgiving you for every time you weren’t there when I needed you?”

…Because that would be distasteful. Probably.

But it could definitely throw a wrench into their operations. With a heavy heart, Houston goes back to the drawing board.

“Would he… actually want anything?” Houston asks his partner in crime. He can’t really keep his eyes on the other man, pretending to work on something. The Ghost tightens screws on a spare ECM, but not enough to strip the thread.

“Heheh, yeah. The guy doesn’t go around screaming his love for Breaking Bad… except when he does,” Chains replies lightheartedly, knowing the Crew Chief’s love for old men getting punched in the face. (They never miss a chance to tease Dallas for being a decade older than the rest of them.)

Houston doesn’t think that Dallas does meth. It wouldn’t be professional. If he did, Bain would fire him… on second thought, maybe he wouldn’t. But Dallas’ level of methness is beside the point.

“He wouldn’t like that,” he says with a slight grumble. Houston could get him something related to the retirement home show, but Dallas would be too embarrassed to actually do anything with it. Houston doesn’t blame him. He’s gonna act like he does, anyway.

“…Well, he likes money,” the Armorer shrugs, “but you should be the one to decide, you know? Can’t do it for you. But I’m sure he wouldn’t mind either way.”

The Ghost can tell that Chains is listening to what he’s saying, and he appreciates the sentiment. No, he’s always appreciated the way that Nicholas understood him. The younger heister turns to nod at his friend and is greeted with a smile, as always.

(Houston ended up getting Dallas a pair of ugly Christmas sweater socks with tacky dollar designs emblazoned across them. Dallas acted polite about the gift as if he didn’t like it, but Houston noticed that his brother wore those stupid fuzzy socks with each subsequent holiday.)

———

Chains sometimes tells stories about how him and Houston used to work in the same room—something that the latter never rarely did by choice. People would take his stuff without asking or get things dirty without cleaning up afterwards and it irked him to no end. Chains was someone who respected Houston’s boundaries, and there’s the fact that they’d known each other for over a decade… that’s gotta count for something, right?

Eventually, the Armorer taught Wolf how to behave himself around Houston as well, slowly helping his friend branch out. Houston learned how to trust a select few, settling both Wolf and Chains into his close circle of friends. Still, the older heister was different to him than the rest. He had bad experiences with Dallas, and Wolf was sometimes unpredictable. They were each unique in their own ways.

Houston was uptight, rigidity mellowed out with time. He knew his own boundaries, pushed them and even went to open a bar in Mexico with the crew’s support. Sure, Chains had shown him the way, but how much he changed was all on him. Chains helped Houston get a foot in the door, allowing him to meet new people. To see new things. To be independent again—apart from both Hoxton and his brother. Just because the gang was apart hadn’t meant that they cut all contact—they met every now and then just for the sake of spending time together.

Chains had sent letters to the former heister between his shoots, talking like they did back in the old days. He would light up whenever he found a reply in his mailbox, putting it elsewhere for safekeeping. Houston never completely chilled out, but he built his own life over there, at his own place! Chains was proud of the younger man. Houston updated his friend on the things that were happening… until he couldn’t.

Chains wasn’t able to save anything from his house when he was attacked.

Which is why when Dallas looks out the window for someone who will never arrive, Chains can put a hand on his shoulder. That’s why he doesn’t have to say a single word. He’s able to show the Crew Chief that he understands. Hoxton is his own person, and Houston never could’ve replaced him. He didn’t have to. Hoxton can’t replace him, either.

The two of them wait for an impossibility until after the sun sets.

#payday 2 #payday 3 #pd3 #pd3 spoilers #payday3secretsanta #chains payday 2 #houston payday 2 #I’ve never written for them before. ever #where is hous :(#chains has lost people before in the military #but I also think he would tell some of the newer members about hous #because he wouldn’t want the others to go on never knowing him #do you think that hous would accept a hug if he crawls back to the crew all bloody and bruised from RUNNING AND HIDING #just without thinking #from just. the pure joy of coming back home

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hey! I’ve been thinking about drawing your OC Alex with one of my own OC’s(named Alex) and I started realizing I don’t really know much about your OC :/

so I was wondering(if you wanted to) if you could lore dump about Alex :)

I’m pretty sure you’ve talked about them before with me but I can’t find the posts :/

ANYWAY!

Yeah sure! I’m not gonna go into his LORE but rather his personality (mostly bc he is the main character for my book series and I don’t wanna leak spoilers)

OKAY SO ALEX

GOD I LOVE THIS PATHETIC LITTLE PUNK

So, he’s gay, he’s punk, he’s an anarchist. He’s super insanely sweet but you’d never know unless you talked to him bc he does sort of look mean (probably all the black and tats and spikes and chains). He’s very polite, very respectful. He does like his personal space. Uhhh…oh! Alex is also really fond of getting to know people and talking to them. He’s witty, sarcastic, very deadpan sometimes and he does know how to pick up on autism/adhd/severval other mental disorders bc he has second hand autism, adhd, and a hormone disorder that affects his emotions. And insomnia. Yeah bro doesn’t sleep. He’s up til three in the morning reading Dead Plate fanfics. Overall, Alex is just this southern sweetheart of a guy (he’s, in our world, from Georgia) who’s a total nerd about TV shows and books and movies and will yap your ear off if you let him. Or he’ll let you yap his ear off! Either way :]

Oh and he’s 5’11 in case you need that height ref

hope this helps!

#i am ghost #artists on tumblr #ghost!#ghostyaps #art #my ocs <3 #my ocs #toast ghost #alex!#i am ghost #ask ghost #ghost #ghost is yappy #ghost oc #ghost replies #alexxx #alex #my baby alex #lex my baby

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lifmera · 10 months ago

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Heya, I was wondering if I could have a matchup for Hazbin Hotel? Male please x

My pronouns are she her, I'm fairly average height for a girl and my favourite animals at the moment are either cats or goats!!

I have black hair, dark eyes and pale skin, my hair goes just above my breasts and is layered. I wear a lot of black and hardly own any clothes that aren't!! (It’s just so flattering) I have a few large tattoos as well and am definitely getting more. I also have a lot of ear piercings, a nose stud and 🍒 piercings. I’m also English (northern, not southern) so I do have an accent

In terms of personality, l'd say l'm rather outgoing, witty and a bit nerdy. I wear a lot of studs and chains but I think they look badass, however I wear them causally so I guess you could also say I’m pretty bold? I've often been told l intimidate people, however I like to think they don't know me well enough to judge. Ive been told I can be quite loud, and I have some blunt, dry sense of humour which my friends seem to like. I'm an ENTP through and through and am currently in law school, stereotypical as fuck ik. I can sometimes struggle to trust people due to past experiences, however I think I’ve got the hang of reading people now to know when they’re my kind of cunt or not.

I can have a short temper and struggle with my emotions sometimes, (diagnosed bpd/adhd, looooove to see it) but am in the process of learning to manage them quite well.

Hobby wise, I enjoy drawing, painting and going out with my friends to concerts and festivals. I Love music, specifically Goth, Metal (Death, Goth metal, Nü metal, all sorts) and a little bit of rock obviously. I'm tempted to start learning how to play the drums or guitar but am not sure where to start, plus school takes up so much of my time.

There's of course no rush to reply, I adore your work I think your matches are always spot-on and I'm really curious !!

-🕷️🕸️

HEY 🕷️🕸️!!!

Honestly I was so TORN between these two. So i decided lol… why not both?

Its okay hun!! I major Pre-Law right now 🩷

I’ve decided to pair you with… VOX & HUSK

Vox first though. Cus i read this and i was like.. VOX but then when i showered i was like .. wait husk… and then i was like FUCK… anyways

He’d definitely talk to you more because you reminded him of Velvette. And what probably went thru his head was “ooh new model :)”

But he LOVES ur personality. If you intimidated VOX? He would literally purr at ur feet and BEG you to join the Vee’s.

Even if you are dry, its okay, cus everything else makes up for it to him.

He definitely isn’t surprised if you don’t trust him at first, but he’s think that “nothing a little hypnotizing cant fix ! ;)” (take that as you wish.)

Vox is kinda pretty shitty himself- and probably doesnt really care much about you unless you blow a fuse on him. But honestly he’d like that.

Though he’d also be glad that you are managing your emotions! He HATES tantrums . (Cough cough Val)

He would probably make you draw you guys together lets me honest. He’d think it’d be funny. Till he actually enjoys it.

He would make fun of ur music taste. Then he would love it. Cus hes such a LOSER like that……

Honestly he’d love it sm he’d have them as theme songs D:

If you learned any instruments it’d probably cause him to want to as-well….

Ok Husker time…

Not gonna lie. You guys give off the same vibe, and he’d probably like you the most out of everyone at the hotel.

Especially at first glance?? Like finally… someone normal

Says him anyways.

Husk HATES cats, and obviously… i think he would also let you pet him or brush his fur… after becoming in a relationship. Otherwise he’d literally bite you.

I think he would talk to you first at the bar, and man is he good at finding shit out???

I think you guys would become close friends within a finger snap-

And honestly become inseparable. Totally have backhanded shit to say and it would be so funny. (Great duo)

He definitely would be super proud of you for seeking help! He would say that not much people have enough balls to do that.

Honestly i also think Husk would enjoy painting too. He seems like a gambler but i think in his free time, something like painting would relax him?? Or atleast looking at paintings and analyzing them.

Your music taste? Probably same as his. He’d love to listen with you, and Everytime you are at the bar he’d ask if you wanted to play a song you both enjoyed.

If you learned the guitar he’d be SO IMPRESSED. Like “okay dayum… ❤️”

I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY HUN!! And AWUGHS THANK YOU SO MUCH?? i always try to make the characters accurate because i feel like if they are ooc .. its just.. weird ?

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