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AGENTS BLAST!!!! this is the closest thing to a group photo for now, the whole gang and their updated hairstyles!
#wybs art#splatoon#yayyyy my ocs#splatoon oc#splatoon ocs#splatoon agent ocs#too many agents#(deep breath)#03#04#05#06#07#08#09#010#OKAY THATS ALL OF THEM#i wasnβt lying that agents can too many#i love these guys so much πππ#if you guys have any questions . well#idk if i can answer them but i would appreciate them
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Happy Birthday to the Best Cook Ever πππ
#look i know that i talk about Zoro all the time but you guys don't know how much i love Sanji#he is actually one of the reasons why i started watching One Piece and i just LOVE drawing him#i have like 100 drawings of the curly cook <333#anyway happy birthday to this idiot that has bringed me so much joy and has made me cry so fucking much (*looks at Sanji's Backstory*)#ily sanji thank you for being one of my favorite characters ever πππ#hmm i'm gonna tag this as sanji week bc i used some prompts as inspiration lol#also do guys like individual posts with individual drawings ? or batches like this one are ok ??? bc i can post these individually ?#one piece#sanji#sanji week#blackleg sanji#black leg sanji#one piece sanji#sanji one piece#my drawings#sanji op#one piece fanart#i guess that otoko is here too lol#otoko#toko#diamondsheep art#my art#aww i just sentimental about this fool and bc i drew him in basically all his life stages ? ππβ¨
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-Thank you to everyone who is still here liking, commenting and reblogging my content, even though I'm not posting much βfandom stuffβ anymore, you're still here! And I really appreciate that.. (and that makes me so happy, that as I showed in the βcomicβ, it moves me, so- thank you, really!!) :]π
Also- a tip: there are also many other blogs that don't post fandom stuff, but when they do, they get more likes and reblogs than the original/other content.. So also give love to those people who have your original content, reblog, like, comment, because that's what they need! Recognition for your original content! And I know you won't regret it, and it won't hurt you to do what I said! In fact, you will be doing good and giving such love that many wanted and deserve.
A big kiss/p and a hug! Even for those who only like it when I post fandom stuff, I still love you so much, and I won't stop making this type of content, ok? I just want to give more voice to what I have to give as original, because that's what makes me happy and well ^^
-Melissa, Designer.
#ok- I don't even know where to start/say more qioqbsksb#but I wanted to thank you again for everything you've been doing for me. it's really nice of you to still be here with me.#even though I'm not posting something that you βlove with passionβ. you're still here. and that's really cool!#and I know I've said this a thousand times. but always know that I love you very much and that you are very special!#I'm very happy to wake up tomorrow. look at my notifications and there it is: always a comment or reblog.#and I wanted to pass on this feeling of happiness to others too.#I want them to feel loved too and to have people who also appreciate their work!#so please. it's not too much to ask. give love and affection to these blogs that have/make original content.#make sure they also have recognition. more desire to create content and keep the blog alive!#and yeah.. a big hug and I hope you have a wonderful day/nightπ#i'm mel and this is my blogβοΈ#my art blog#art#my art#my art <3#art mel#my art style#mel designer#melissa designer#my oc character#comicart#comic#kinda?#thanks you guys#π
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gm byler nation!
just dropping in with a reminder for if you're ever having byler doubt!
just think about this for a second:
the duffer brothers would have had no reason to acknowledge/confirm or even establish will's love for mike (and therefore byler, by extension) if not to have a confession/confrontation included in the next season of the show.
if they had pretended the romantic tension between mike and will hadn't existed in the first place then yes, it would be queerbating, but they might have been able to slip away with it (legally, maybe not emotionally) whilst still maintaining a shred of plausible deniability.
but now seeing as they have acknowledged will's sexuality and the object of his affections (π) and managed to boost byler to be equally, if not more popular than the "true" canon ship, they now are obligated to acknowledge it in the show, especially as they talk about season 5 focusing on will coming into himself more.
now if we put two and two together, we will remember milkvan's . umm. ?issues, and the amount of season 5 bts we've got of each pair respectively up to this point, with mike and will seeming to almost always be together, as well as their promises of being a "team" this season, and realise that if a confrontation has/is going to happen, wouldn't the bts we're getting look a little bit. idk. different??
i, for one, highly doubt that the duffer brothers would have will confess and then be turned down by mike (because come on.
a) what type of representation is that even &
b) why would they even include that? it would just be useless and take away from the mainplot of the story &
c) not acknowledging byler at this point would be blatant queer-bating. as was touched on before.
d) mike is also in love with will, they just can't come out and say it as not to spoil the ?surprise? and spark any controversy before the release of the new season.)
and seriously.
the history that would be made with such an iconic romantic subplot?? hello??????. they can't let all of their plotting and parallels and hints and hard work go to waste. they wouldnt.
therefore, the confrontation must have gone.. *shocked, stunned gasping* .. well???? for byler????
i am SHOCKED.
anyways.
byler doubt? don't know her ππ
byler endgame!!
#byler#byler endgame#byler rights#!!!#stranger things#stranger things 5#stranger things five#st5#stranger things season five#stranger things season 5#byler proof#come on! guys!#duffer brothers#anti milkvan#wilelmike#queerbating#<33#ππ#i love them#and being like. confident.#i think this just makes me feel so much more confident in. everything.#if not byler endgame#then why????#will byers#duffers#the duffers#the duffer brothers#mike wheeler#homosexuals<3
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We Glimpse Each Other Out of Phase
Hello lovelies; rough weekend, huh? I've had this one roughly drafted for a couple of weeks and was planning to keep it in my back pocket as a Deadboyween prompt fill. However, given the cancellation news, I think maybe we could all use a little gentle melancholy comfort right now. So I cleaned it up a bit, and I hope you will take this little snippet as the warm hug it is intended as π So this technically follows on from/is set in the same universe as my Painland Week fic Something I Can Turn To. A fic which I basically intended to leave as a one shot, but I got quite invested in the universe and have been absolutely blown away by the response to it. So it became a collection which now features, as well as my own fic, two wonderful fics by williamvapespeare and one by Ingi, and I would heartily recommend you check them out if you enjoy this story or my original one! That being said, you probably CAN read this without having read the first story, I just wouldn't personally recommend it, you'll be missing a lot of context and backstory! 3.7k, rated T, also available on Ao3 (registered users only!) Part One (Something I Can Turn To) on tumblr
Charles may have had a bit of a rough go of it growing up, but there'd been quiet moments, too. Most of 'em in a rickety old attic, with the only lad in the entire world he could trust with just about anything.
But there were peaceful times at home, too. Safe ones. Mostly at night. Long as he was quiet, didn't cry too loud or stomp about, he could get through eight-ish hours unbothered. Sure, sometimes he had to pace around the room a bit, silent on sock feet just to shake out the excess energy that wouldn't let him sleep but honestly? He bloody loved sleeping. Couldn't get enough of it. Long as he didn't make a fuss, didn't draw attention, he could sink into his bed in the cellar room and just sort of... bob out of his life for a bit. Like a smoke break, but better for his health. If he was dead lucky, he'd even stumble into Edwin's arms in his dreams; pass the time there 'til morning, when it all kicked off again.
So it wasn't easy, getting used to night shifts. It was a fair trade-off for all the other freedom in his life lately but bloody hell, did it sting a bit, losing that time. That dark, quiet nothing where he could be nothing, too, just for a bit. There was almost something sacred about it. Something he hadnβt known was important to him βtil it was gone.
At least the night shift was pretty quiet, usually. Most of the people who needed to use a gym at two in the morning weren't exactly there to socialise. Charles' job pretty much amounted to half-dozing at reception and handing someone a towel now and then. He'd not had many nutjobs to deal with or fires to put out.
Then again, maybe a good disaster was what he needed just to stay awake. Christ, he was shattered. Took him a good few tries to get the key in the lock when he finally staggered home.
Charles was sad β but not surprised β to find the kitchen light on when he fell through the door.
He rolled his eyes. "Honey," he called, jokingly, the endearment all funny and wrong on his tongue. He'd call Edwin a lot of things β mate, love, best friend, fucking soulmate β but honey? Mingin'. "I'm home."
Edwin's reply was half a second too slow β textbook Edwin guilt response. Like when your cat didn't jump off the counter fast enough to pretend it hadn't been there in the first place. "Good evening, Charles."
"Good morning, more like," said Charles, drawing the bolts β all three of them β across and dropping his bag in a sloppy heap by the door. His coat came next, then each shoe, leaving a trail behind him as he stumbled towards the voice. The hallway felt too short and dark to be called a hallway, really. Looked more like a cupboard where someone had shoved a load of loose doors they had lying around. There was one to the kitchen, one to the bathroom, one to the bedroom that was basically also their living room. Plus a bunch of other weird little cupboard doors and hatches and grates and things, none of which led to anything youβd logically expect them to. It was a shambles, really. A 'paint it magnolia and fob it off on the students' sort of ruin. But it was home. Even bone-tired, he still found the energy to lock gaze with the weird eye-motif lamp Edwin had picked up somewhere and put on one of the non-shelves, and give it his customary wink. Felt wrong not to. Unlucky, somehow.
A fanlike halo of yellow light spread across the hallway carpet as he pushed open the kitchen door. He found more or less what he'd expected to find behind it. Edwin: sat prim and proper at the scuffed-up little table, surrounded by books and doing a bang-up impression of someone with no bloody idea what time it was. His chin, tucked elegantly behind his curled knuckles in that little thoughtful pose of his, lifted at the sound of the door. His eyes found Charles and narrowed, just a little, sketching a pleased little crinkle or two at the corners.
"Charles," he greeted once again, voice softer this time. "How was your shift?"
Edwin hadn't had those laugh lines when Charles had met him. Seeing as he was twelve, and not exactly full of reasons to smile. Charles wasn't gonna take full credit for them, or anything, but... well, not many other people putting in the legwork, were there?
He dragged in a breath and let it out again, sharply, puffing it out in a raspberry. "Same old."
Charles crossed the kitchen in about three steps (it wasn't a big kitchen), clocking Edwin's book of choice on the way. Some textbook with a long-winded title that basically translated to lawyer gubbins. He put a hand on Edwin's shoulder β and Edwin tilted his head easily, offering his cheek for a kiss. Charles grinned and pressed one to the tail end of one of those little lines.
"Burning the midnight oil?" asked Charles, nicking one of Edwin's favourite expressions. He always seemed to pick up the ones that made him sound about a hundred years old.
Edwin hummed, carefully noncommittal. "I must have lost track of time."
"Could've counted these, for a start," said Charles, tapping the little saucer on the table. It was piled high with used teabags, like some damp and deranged game of Jenga. "Might've given you a clue."
"I've been rather busy," Edwin sniffed, turning the page in his book. "Lots of swotting to be done before my lecture on Monday."
"Right, that's what this is, is it?"
"What else would it be?"
Charles reached out, pinched the book Edwin was reading at the centre, and slid it out of the bigger, decoy book he was holding with its cover facing out. "Oldest trick in the book, mate. Literally," he grinned. He lifted Edwin's secret reading into his arms, having a flip through. "Y'know, most people only pull that move when they've got dirty mags to hide.β
Edwin cleared his throat. Even in the dim light of the table lamp, Charles clocked the embarrassed flush on his cheeks. "Well," he said, setting the law textbook he absolutely wasn't reading on the table. "It does get rather draining, this intensive focus on one subject. I felt the need for a brief diversion."
Charles closed the secret book, glancing at the cover. "Anthropology, again. Like that one, don't you?"
"Hm. There's much to explore; it encompasses a rather broad area of study." Edwin took it back and slid it, sheepishly, behind the pile of other law volumes stacked at his elbow. "It's a fascinating subject."
"Should've applied for it," said Charles, gentle. He rubbed Edwin's shoulder absently β getting a little more intent when he felt Edwin melt a bit, his knotted muscles loosening under Charles' digging thumb. "Or any of the other five million bloody things you're interested in. Y'know, 'stead of the one thing you're not."
"I am interested in it!" Edwin blustered.
Charles raised an eyebrow at him.
Edwin sighed. "I am," he said, bit quieter. "It's just not all I'd like to be doing. But it was the right choice, of that I'm quite certain."
Charles sighed and stepped around him, coming to lean on the table, arms crossed. Their eyes met across the short distance. "Look. If you say it's alright, it's alright. I'll believe you, mate, honest I will."
He nudged Edwin's toe with his own, sock to holey sock. "But, y'know. Not for nothing, but at school you was always going on about all that stuff you wanted to do. Bloody... archaeology in Peru, and whatever else. Just don't see how a law degree gets you there, is all."
Edwin leaned back in his chair a bit, steepling his fingers. "Well, no. No, it doesn't get me to Peru; or Pompeii, or Patagonia β"
"Or anywhere beginning with a 'p'," Charles teased.
Edwin's lips twitched up in a little smile. "But it will get us somewhere. A great many somewheres, I imagine. As degrees go, it opens rather a lot of doors."
Charles cocked his head, squinting fondly. "'Us'?"
"Obviously, Charles," said Edwin, with a dismissive wave of his hand. Like a reality where he didn't bring Charles wherever he went wasn't worth considering.
Charles grinned, ducking his head.
"I'm sure you'll chastise me for my cynicism," Edwin continued, oblivious to Charles and his soppy moment. "But... Well, given the somewhat rocky beginnings you and I have encountered in life, I thought it best to..."
"What? Play it safe?"
"Yes," said Edwin. Firm, unapologetic. "Exactly. Because I would very much like for both of us to be safe in life, Charles."
"We are! Well," Charles shrugged, scratching at his nose with a wince. Still ached a bit sometimes, all told, even though the break was years ago. "We are now."
"And I would like for it to stay that way."
"It will!" Charles half-perched on the table, and nudged Edwin's leg with his big toe. "I'll look after us, won't I?"
Edwin looked up at him, and his eyes softened. Fuck, but he had the kindest bloody eyes β least when he turned them on Charles he did. His hand landed on Charles' knee, gentle as you like; rubbing small circles with his thumb like Charles had done on his shoulders.
"You've done more than enough already, Charles," he said, looking him dead in the eye; not letting him hide for anything. "It's only fair I look after you, too, now and again. Especially when it's within my power to do so."
Charles laughed, a thin, hitching sort of thing. His eyes felt all prickly. Fuck, he couldn't go crying on him, now β his eyeliner'd smudge everywhere, it'd be so obvious.
"Look after me," he mimicked, catching Edwin's hand in his, stealing it all for himself. "You gimme a bloody reason to wake up in the morning, mate. What else d'you need?"
Edwin opened his mouth, brows going all scrunched up like they did at the start of a concerned lecture. Charles ducked in and shushed him quicksharp with a kiss.
"Not saying I'm about to, like, off myself if you chuck me, or anything," he laughed against his lips, fondness glowing in the grate of his ribs like smouldering coals. He chased the kiss with a smaller one, to the corner of Edwin's mouth; the scratchy dusting of his five o'clock shadow. "I'd just wallow about being proper depressed, so. Don't chuck me, please?"
Maybe he was clinging a little too hard for his tone of voice. Maybe he was giving it all away in the hands β always such desperate, grasping fucking things. Always his problem, the hands. How they grabbed things, hit things, did things before his brain always had the chance to catch up. How long 'til Edwin got sick of Charles hanging onto him like a life raft, dragging him down with his dead weight? How long 'til the bones in Edwin's hands started to creak from being clutched too tight?
But Edwin just scoffed, quietly β completely failing to hide that little spark of humour in his eyes. "I hardly think that's a possibility, Charles," he said, lifting his other hand to pat the back of Charles'. His soft fingertips kissed feather-light against Charles' grazed, calloused knuckles. "Honestly,β he sighed, dramatically. βHere I sit, talking about the devastatingly boring career I'm attempting to get off the ground in order to keep you in the manner to which you've become accustomed, and you think I'm about to chuck you."
He shook his head, crowβs feet crinkling and bloody hell. Charles loved him so much it felt overwhelming, sometimes. Like he needed a whole extra heart in his chest just to store it all.
Charles kissed Edwin's hand and flopped, happily, onto his lap, grinning at the mild βoofβ it shoved out of him. Grinning even wider when Edwin's other arm wrapped around Charlesβ waist without a second thought. Edwin was a bit picky about personal space, for good reason β not with Charles, though. Charles had a standing invitation and he put it to bloody good use.
"Bet you could make a weird job work for you too, y'know," said Charles, dropping his next peck to Edwin's forehead as he sank into his lap. His head felt heavier already; only thing keeping him going was the effort of holding himself upright. Draped over Edwin like a blanket, he could've just dozed off right then and there. But the kitchen chair was creaking threateningly, so. Probably a bad idea. "I know the weird stuff's usually more competitive and that, but you're that smart. You'd run rings round the others, mate, get ahead of the game."
He flung his arms round Edwin's shoulders, scratched at the back of his head, the hair at his nape. It was a little longer than Edwin liked it. He needed a trim. So did Charles, really; his racing stripes had grown out and he kept having to blow stray curls out of his eyes. But they were saving their pennies any way they could. "You could go do something interesting, something a bit barmy," said Charles. "Something with a bit of adventure, yeah? Or at least where you get to have your nose in interesting books all day. You'd love that."
Edwin sighed, resting his cheek against Charles' shoulder as his eyes drifted shut. "That does sound compelling. But I've rather made my bed, Charles; Iβve no money coming in at all if I donβt study for it. And it is interesting, in moderation. Besides, it..."
"What?"
"It seems... like a decent thing to do." The warm weight of Edwin's arm squeezed Charles' waist. "Something I could do a modicum of good with."
Charles heard a rustle, and glanced over his shoulder. Edwin's other hand was flicking through the law book on the table, clever fingers finding the module he wanted without even checking the contents. Charles had to squint at it a moment, his exhausted eyes skittering off the page. He thought he saw 'human' and 'rights' in that word soup of a title.
He softened. "Eds..."
"I merely thought..." Edwin made a little noise of frustration in his throat, angling his face further into Charles. Speaking so soft it almost got lost in his skin, words lodging small and timid in his bones. "So many years, Charles. Trapped at the mercy of other people, no one caring if we lived or died, I... I could do something about it. Learn the right words to say, the right arguments, the right resources. So no one else need..."
Sometimes it fucking killed Charles, that there were people out there who thought Edwin was some... some selfish, spoiled rich toff with no feelings. As if he wasn't the kindest bloody person in the world; as if he hadn't had to carve that kindness out himself with his bare, bleeding hands.
Edwin sniffed. βIt was just an idea,β he mumbled. βA silly idea.β
Charles shook his head, stroked Edwin's hair. "S'not a silly idea, love. Not silly at all."
Edwin never struggled to find his words like this β and he definitely didnβt mumble them. Words were his weapons, and he could go toe-to-toe with the best of 'em, talk bloody circles 'round his opponents.
Charles looked from him to the stack of books, the tower of teabags. The plastic clock on the wall, its hands marching on into the morning.
"Aw, mate," he said, rubbing the back of Edwin's neck β and dropping a kiss to the top of his head. "You're dead on your feet, inβt you?"
"I'm perfectly fine," Edwin grumbled. "And I've tests to study for β"
"Tests in subjects you're not bloody taking? Yeah, right." Charles bit his lip, cuddling Edwin's head against his chest. "Can't sleep, can you?"
Edwin was quiet a moment, breathing nice and steady into Charles' throat.
"It's still... difficult," he said.
Three door bolts and four hundred miles was a start, but bad memories had a way of following you about. Charles closed his eyes and breathed in, nice and slow; hoping Edwin could feel it in his chest, find a nice rhythm in his rising ribs.
"Edwin," he said, nuzzling into his hair. "On my life, mate β one of these days, you and me are gonna be so bloody set you'll be able to do whatever you want. Go back to uni fifty times, hundred times, don't care. Study for the rest of your life, if you want.β He tapped Edwinβs temple. βCram everything that's ever interested you in that big brain of yours. Promise you."
It shouldn't've felt like taking a bloody knight's oath, whispered words at the kitchen table at stupid o'clock in the morning. But Christ, he'd fought off enough dragons to get βem here, hadnβt he?
He felt Edwin's smile against his skin, followed by the little dry brush of his kiss. "You could, too. If you liked," he said. "Get your A-levels, apply for university..."
Charles laughed, shaking his head. "Not sure I could keep up."
"Charles," Edwin admonished, in that stern teacher voice that was cuter (and fitter) than it had any right to be. "You're exceptionally bright."
"Ah, come on, mate," Charles mumbled, squirming. Edwin's arm round his waist locked as if it could sense an escape attempt incoming.
"You are. I remember your grades, before... well. Everything that occurred." He smoothed down the collar of Charles' fuck-ugly work shirt. "It's hardly your fault your final years went awry as they did. You could go back, take some courses at the local college. Try again."
"Right, sure."
Edwin huffed, frustrated. "I'm being quite serious, in the event that wasn't obvious."
"When aren't you?" Charles chuckled. He stared at the wall, at the stupid fucking boyband calendar their kooky upstairs neighbour gave Edwin for Christmas. Most of the writing on it was Edwin's, neat and tiny, scheduling tests and lectures and study blocks. Most of Charles' additions were just the word 'WORK', scribbled in on scattered days β more so Edwin knew when he was coming and going, rather than for his own benefit. Always different days, different times. Shift work; no chance to form a routine. He was never great at that, anyway.
"Not even sure what I'd do," he mumbled.
Edwin's palm on Charles' waist rubbed, soothing, grounding. "You never had something you wanted to study?" he asked. "Something you wanted to go into?"
"I..." His brow furrowed. It was so hard to think, sometimes. About times before now. Like all those bloody miserable years just blended into this mush of dread and misery. "I dunno what I wanted," he admitted. "Couldn't... couldn't think that far ahead, could I? I just wanted my mum to be alright. Wanted my dad to think I was worth something. Wanted not to hurt anymore."
He sniffed, and laughed, a watery sort of sound. His arm around Edwin's shoulders squeezed.
"Only thing I ever wanted and got back then was you," he said, flippant, like it didn't really matter. 'Cause it didn't really, did it? Wasn't some big confession or anything. Some deep, dark secret. Edwin knew. They both knew.
But Edwin breathed in sharply, a little ragged round the edges, so maybe he needed reminding now and again. "Charles..."
"Fuck," Charles chuckled, releasing Edwin so he could lean back and rub his eyes β so Edwin wouldnβt have his ear to Charlesβ heart when it started beating too fast. "I'm shattered, mate. Dunno what I'm even saying anymore, do I?"
Maybe one of these days, heβd stop being too scared of the fucking size of his own feelings to sit with them a moment.
Maybe they both would.
Edwin sighed, pulling his hand from Charles' waist to pinch at the bridge of his own nose. "I suppose it has gotten rather late." He glanced at the clock, and winced. "Early. You should go and sleep. I'm sure you've had a long day."
Charles hummed, leaving his nice warm spot in Edwin's lap β but his hands didn't leave his shoulders. "C'mon, then," he mumbled, giving them a squeeze. "Bed."
"Better to go without me. I shan't sleep tonight."
"Didn't say anything about sleeping, now, did I?"
Edwin raised his eyebrow.
Charles' brain caught up to his mouth, and he laughed. "Ah β love to, darlin', but. Yeah, seriously, I'm fucking knackered. I meant, like β let's just have a bit of a cuddle, yeah?" He tugged at Edwin's collar where it poked out of his nice green jumper. It was a little crooked β Edwin must've really got into a study groove and unfastened a button or two. FitΒ as. "I proper fancy a cuddle."
"I'll be restless," said Edwin, all apologetic. "I'll only keep you awake."
Charles hummed, picking up the anthropology textbook and holding it out.
"Keep on reading, then," he said, giving Edwin the big, hopeful eyes he bloody knew he could never say no to. "Just... come read to me instead, yeah?"
Edwin had another dramatic sigh, like it was all such a big ask. He ought to tell that to his fucking smile lines. He took the book β and Charles' hand. "Well. I suppose I can manage that."
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Charles didn't know how long Edwin stayed awake, in the end. Could've been hours for all he knew, he'd have had no idea β Charles had been asleep in bloody seconds. Head pillowed on Edwin's shoulder, that gorgeous voice rattling off dry old text blocks and making them sound like spoken-word lullabies... how could he resist?
All he knew was when he woke up, it was eleven in the morning, the sun was slanting through the crooked blinds; and Edwin was snoring softly underneath him. His hair a mess, his textbook open on his chest. His arm a slack, warm weight around Charles' shoulders.
Charles smiled, rubbed his dry eyes β forgot to scrub off his eyeliner before he konked out, again. Classic β and settled back in, nestling safe and sound into the the crook of Edwin's arm. Fuck it. It was Saturday. He'd asked Crystal to pick up his shift today, anyway, so him and Edwin could get a little quality time in.
If all they did with that time was sleep, well. Time well spent, innit? It wasn't like a smoke break from life when he did it with Edwin, anyway.
More like... stepping back to enjoy the view.
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Thanks for reading my loves, I hope it soothed the ache somewhat π This has been a strange little one because I've essentially had to take something I very much wrote as a one-shot, and build onto what I established. When I wrote that first one-shot I didn't even have a clear idea in my mind for what Edwin was studying or anything! So things will likely change and grow and develop and who knows where we'll end up, but it's nice to see the lads figuring it out alongside me ^_^ Thanks for reading guys! It's been a bit of a long silence from me since Painland Week ended but I promise I'm working on stuff, including the next chapter of Lonely Bones! Regardless of what has happened to the show or whether it gets picked up or not, my plan is to keep writing and creating for it for as long as it sparks joy to do so - and seeing as I've made some amazing friends in this fandom, I think I'm gonna be here a while! I sure hope you guys are, too π (p.s. if you are over 18, trustworthy with semi-secret identities, and like weird rarepair smut, feel free to DM me for my side Ao3 that I'm sure will be getting some action over the next few months xD)
#dead boy detectives#dbda#payneland#charles rowland#edwin payne#my fanfic#verse: i want something just like this#i have been writing this one in short snatches of downtime so it might not be my most cleanly edited!#i'm sure i will be finding typos for weeks lmao#but it's been such a glum weekend to be a DBDA fan i wanted to stop by and give y'all a little something π#love you guys#thanks you so much for all your lovely comments on ao3#there's so many i still have to get back to!!
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Iβm seeing a lot of mixed opinions on the new Watcher announcement so i just want to say that however you feel about it is justified! :) Your emotions are yours and you can feel them in whatever way comes to you! π
No matter your stance, it has been a very stressful day for all the Watcher fandom with a LOT of arguing and negativity so try to tell a Watcherina mutual you love them today! :) Send virtual hugs, send love, send messages! :) We are all just people at the end of the day dealing with a large fandom event like this one, and if you can make that stress better for anyone, thatβs literally so awesome. Love yβall! :)
#watcher#watcher entertainment#shane madej#ryan bergara#steven lim#we are watcher#love all my watcherina mutuals and followers <3#(yes this includes ppl who are no longer considering themselves watcherinas anymore! :D I love you guys so much and you changed me!)#i love this fandom and i love the people in it sm#love all the folks that have been watcherinas in the past and the ones that still are!#πππ#not gonna tag anyone specific since I donβt wanna make my moots think about the change#but you guys know who you are π«Ά
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i took this picture
#i love you mayhem#my babas#this picture screams βmatty healys dogβ look at this guys face#i love mayhem so much β€οΈπ§‘πππππ€π€π€#matty healy#the 1975
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I got it couple days ago this week! I love it! π π my childhood dream to buy APHMAUβS merch! Love her videos (some people think itβs childish I just love how sheβs silly and her friends are so iconic and they just have fun playing minecraft lol π plus the videos idea insaneee)
Small doodles/drawings
Have this silly bird
Silly koko
by the way....
Have sneak peek for my next big post!β¨βοΈπΈπ§π¦π§β±π
#Sorry guys I try my best to post as much as I can Iβm working on many drawing of Welcome home! Yes! Itβs been a while since I draw them!#i may want to start to more stuff this summer so I will say it that I canβt post daily or too quickly#But I know I need to rest too so- yea#my art#art#my bird#Doodless#welcome home art#welcome home arg#welcome home#wally darling#julie joyful welcome home#julie joyful#wally welcome home#buddy monkey wh#buddy monkey welcome home#buddy monkey!#I love this plushie so CHUNKYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!πππ§‘β€οΈπ
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mai zen'in is quite possibly one of the most overhated and misunderstood characters in jjk. mai doesn't hate her sister, she just hates her for leaving her behind in that shithole of a clan even though they promised to always be by each other's side. in this essay i will
#juju's.thoughts π#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#cursed.talkπ»#jujutsu kaisen x reader#mai zenin#mai#zenin clan#zenin#i love mai so much guys#idc she's literally so me#SHE'S SO RELATABLE AND FOR WHAT???#i mean she's like a head taller than me tho sob#but she's so pretty#ugh#mai.jjk π«#mai defender for life idc π
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Happy Birthday Andrew Garfield - August 20th, 1983
#this was a labor of love - I have never spent so long on a gifset#andrew garfield#my gifs#happy birthday my guy I appreciate you so much#I hope the colors I chose here evoke a birthday cake/party kind of feeling#it's supposed to feel cute and fun#he deserves to have a cute and fun birthday#sending much love to him π#it's the 20th in the UK and I dunno where he is right now but that's good enough timing for me
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happy father's day to my favorite dads π₯Ίπ©΅π
glitter family propaganda! π«Άβ¨
#rat's art#rataticaisdreaming#listen it's still 11.30pm in my country so technically its still father's day#i am SO proud of this piece!! look at them!! π©΅ππ«Άβ¨#i had so much fuuuun and im very happy with the colors πβ¨#a bit of a messy background but ya know we can't have perfect art π#LOVE THEM π«Άππ©΅π€#THEY MAKE ME WANNA CRY GUYS IM SERIOUS I JUST... π₯Ήππ©΅π€#god bless π#CRYING SOBBING THROWING UP AND EATING THE WALLS AT MIDNIGHT#dreamworks trolls#trolls#trolls guy diamond#trolls tiny diamond#trolls sky toronto#guy diamond#sky toronto#tiny diamond#guy diamond x sky toronto#glitter dads#glitter family#trolls the beat goes on#trolls tbgo#art#artists on tumblr#drawing#traditional art
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chicken yuriβ¦β¦β¦β¦β¦β¦.. Wait. guys come back guys. g
#RUNS AWAY#ππ§ #iβve been thinking about us together for a while and i finally found a way to draw her in a way i like so. Hiiii#chicken girlfriends !!!!!!!!#we are so realβ¦ weβre both scottish nerdy chickens and i love it#Yes. thatβs my chicken sona#funny how my 2 romantic f/os is some anime guy and a hen#i love them both very muchπ#ticky doodles#self ship#self shipping#self ship art#self ship community#romantic f/o
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Rollo Flamme is NOT gay π€¬
#guess whoβs back with glomas posting#I love noble bell so much guys#My creationsπ!#twst meme#twst shitpost#rollo flamm#rollo flamme#twst rollo#glorious masquerade#twst glomas#noble bell college#twst npc#twst hcs#twst#π!Robinette#π!August#π! Bleeding Hearts
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#art#ramshackle fanart#ramshackle skipp#skipp ramshackle#my art#sketch#im love him#i love him sooo much#my boy <3#he so cute#silly little guy#πππ
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wait no hold on
i just found out that apparently after the concert in Munich HÀÀrijÀ proudly showed my drawing of Chelsea to the people waiting at the tour bus??!!
and i just...
what the fuck
i wanna cry π
PLEASE LET ME GO BACK AND HUG THIS MAN SOME MORE OMG ππππππ
#AND HERE I WAS STRESSING IF HE EVEN WANTED THIS DRAWING BECAUSE I SECOND GUESS EVERYTHING I DO#AND HE GOES AND DOES THIS I CAN'T π#i mean i already calmed down about him possibly not wanting this drawing after seeing the story he posted but still#i love this guy so much please ππ π π#sorry i'll stop being annoying#but all of this just makes me so happy#and i really needed this after feeling so incredibly shitty during the last few months#hÀÀrijΓ€#kÀÀrijΓ€
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Heyo! As another anon that often comes on by, I thought I'd take a moment, even if to just to say hi. The lore behind your blog is just oh so much to see, I like to mess around with you altho you don't know me. Minus all of the chaos and absolutely beautiful war, there is something that I must say, something truly from the core. You're indeed an amazing being, that I know is true. I just thought I'd say, I really appreciate you. <3 Your art is very tasty and your vide is real unique. If one is looking for someone as kind and caring, no longer shall they seek. Hope you have a lovely day or night wherever you are. Remember, just keep shining, keep shining like the star that you are.
-Jester
hey.
hey jester anon.
i
i cant even
i know i got this A WHILE AGO.
but when i first saw it. I HOPE YOU KNOW I FREAKING CRIED. (/vpos though, it was good)
I JUST.
i KEPT REREADING THIS.
thank you so so SO. much. πππππππ
once again, i wish i could EXPRESS JUST HOW MUCH THIS FREAKING MEANS TO ME.
actually im gonna print this. going up on the art wall so i can look at it everyday.
#mitsuasks#jester anon#anon#<3333#thank you so freaking much for this#i really. really needed this#ehehe#πππππ#i love each of you guys so much ππππ
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