#husband wips

[everybodyshusband]

tell the masses more about your aurora binder ideas please !!!

ehehe with pleasure !!! i’m pretty sure i’ve shared snippets of basically all of this so far but here, have a lil bit of aurora and dew talking :))

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“You– You wore my binder?”

She nods, embarrassment colouring her cheeks. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to be sorry,” he reassures her, quickly. “I’m just surprised, that's all.”

“‘M still sorry,” she says. “It was wrong, I should’ve asked you first. And– And I’m a… a girl.” She chooses to ignore the way her stomach rolls when she says that last part, but from the look that Dew affixes her with, it seems as if he’s not ignoring it.

“Do you know how many times I’ve stolen Aether’s hoodies since I’ve been topside? Hell, I think I still have a pair of pants I took from Mist years ago without asking and I still don’t think she’s noticed they’re missing. We’re pack, we share things. Sometimes that means we share food, or each other. But we can all share clothes too. If my clothes make you happy, you can have free reign of my closet if you want.” He waits until she nods before continuing. “And about that last part? You being a girl?”

She nods again, still choosing to ignore the deep feeling of wrong her agreement to his words brings up.

“You’re still allowed to wear what makes you happy regardless of gender. You wouldn’t tell Sunny she’s not allowed to wear pants now that she’s living as a girl or that I can’t wear skirts or dresses anymore now I’m doing the same as a guy, would you?” She opens her mouth to answer but Dew cuts her off before she can begin. “I know you know,” he explains kindly. “Just… Sometimes you need a reminder when it’s you you’re talking about, I know I always do.”

For a third time, she nods, but some kind of apprehension must show on her face because Dew cocks an eyebrow in her direction, encouraging her to speak up if she wants to. “I just… I don’t think–” she starts, huffing out an annoyed sigh when she can’t quite get her words to function as she wants them to. “I don’t know,” she starts again, pausing for a second on each word. “If I’m… A girl, exactly.”

If Dewdrop is surprised by her admission he doesn’t show it. “Yeah? Why do you think that, love?”

“I don’t know,” she sighs in frustration. “It’s all so complicated.”

[boo-gutzz]

Some wild life cuties!! I love them so much

Bonus personalised Triviabots!

[belovedroach]

can i trust you guys to have this little South Downs Husbands?

i don't know if i'll ever finish it, but i wanted to share anyways lmao

[goosetooths]

im bildad-ing too close to the sun

[raphaerolo]

Get this man medical attention and a hug

[swampybogg]

[tofupixel]

she 💕

[spooksicl-e]

old boy but /aff

[linipik]

microwaving them slowly in my brain

[bleucalire]

Smitten, I believe?

[vavoom-sorted-art]

This sketch request is turning out so sweet that I have to share a WIP!

If you want to request something, too, go to my Patreon! Requests for may are still open until the end of the month!

[boo-gutzz]

Snaoi (snail yaoi)

Bonus sillies! I love them. Yea I snuck in a 3rd life doodle bc barking Jimmy is so funny to me

[carebeardean]

Charles has always left Edwin little notes slipped between the pages of his favorite books, in his science equipment, places he knows Edwin loves. Just silly things—post its that say “hi Edwin :)”. doodles of Edwin with his nose stuck in a book. reminders to stock up on wolfsbane. but.

Then, post canon, Edwin tentatively starts dating people. And it’s ridiculous, because Edwin’s right there, all the time, but Charles..misses him a bit. And his heads a mess, and he can’t sort out what the hell he’s feeling most of the time, and whenever he tries to say any of it out loud it comes out rubbish.

So. He writes down some of the shit he can’t say right, and because he’s a coward, hides them so he doesn’t have to see Edwin’s face when he reads them.

then Edwin starts writing back.

Neat lilac blue little envelopes appear in Charles coat pockets. In his bag. Once, in his shoe? Some nights, Edwin will clear his throat and mention something from a letter, offhand, like they’re just picking up conversation, and Charles can pretend they are. That they always have talked about the basement, the belt, the nameless fear that chokes him every time Edwin walks out the door with someone else on his arm.

Sometimes he can’t. The words get stuck in his throat. Edwin’s not mad, he’s maddeningly, stubbornly kind about it, which is worse.

Some nights they trade. A secret for a secret. Charles learns about the novels Edwin used to hide under his mattress, about all the lonely years before Charles got there. About Simon.

Meanwhile, Edwin is losing his mind, because Charles has accidentally stumbled onto what was a fucking courting ritual in his time. Love letters were something engaged couples treasured for years, kept and reread over and over. (Edwin does. keep them in a special box, will take one out and trace the words, tuck it in his breast pocket for courage).

Edwin would rather have to reattach a limb again than lose Charles trust, all the dark and beautiful things he shares with Edwin only. He knows—knows Charles doesn’t mean to make him fall more in love with him.

[lilpy]

Can't show you finished things atm but have a peek of some other stuff! Saucy things and sketchbook pages 👀

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