#mack hans

[stupid-sponge109]

I redrew the first Breakthrough bonus and idk how to feel about it.. it’s in a simpler art style due to time consumption. I might make a full rendition of it in the future, when I’ve got more time.

[merixa78]

Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?

I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now...

[luckii-bloodii]

Mac n cheese Hands art because someone said smash and threatened me to finish it /j

close up

and a doodle that has my handwritting that my mother forced me to write in

[papaspaysaborlimon]

you should totally draw Mack Hans...... 😊😊

Hi! Thank you for the request and sure! I tried my best and I hope you like it!

[bonnietheartfreak]

these two have been spinning around in my head for week so I finally sat down and drew them in class.

[anna-cute-049]

Could you like.. possibly make another Tab x Mack thingamabob.. you don’t have to- (I love the way you draw them)

Catch this wonderful couple.💗💜💙

:3✨️✨️✨️

[weasel-of-stuff]

im back BABYYYY (little sneak peak: next posts have to do with mack hams)

[malet-depressive-psychosis]

I’m here for a small request!

Can I please have a drawing of Tab getting a hug and getting some comfort? I just wanna see one of my favorite characters getting some comfort :3

(Take your time with this of course!)

Oogly boogly

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[movietonight]

Why can't gay people ever just say "I'm in love with you" why does it always have to be shit like "I want to drive my horns into you and rip you into pieces"

[ferrofluido]

Multiple doodles/dumb things ive drawn that I don't feel like giving em a single post!! :-]

♡

[stevethehairington]

daily drabble day 16 Extended Edition™

find the original drabble here!

“Okay, what?” Eddie huffs out after the fourth time he catches Buck’s eyes not-so-subtly flicker towards him out of his peripherals.

“Nothing,” Buck replies, too quick, too casual.

“I don’t believe you,” Eddie counters, narrowing his eyes. They drop down to Buck’s phone, which is conveniently angled away from Eddie.

Nothing my ass.

“What, Buck?” Eddie repeats, more insistent. 

Buck sighs deeply. “Nothing, Eddie,” he says, matching Eddie’s tone.

Eddie resists the urge to stick his tongue out at him. He’s not twelve, even if Buck wants to act like he is.

But… curiosity killed the cat. And it’s not like boundaries have ever existed between them anyway, so, really, if Buck didn’t want him to know, he shouldn’t have sat himself down right next to Eddie before acting all weird.

All that to say — Eddie lunges.

Buck squeaks.

A tussle breaks out.

Buck twists away from Eddie, hunching his shoulders and curling protectively over his phone, which he draws closer to his chest. He flails out his arm to try and throw Eddie off as Eddie scrambles to his knees and practically plasters himself to Buck’s back.

In the fray, however, Buck forgets the obvious: to lock his phone. And Eddie— from his new vantage point, he catches a glimpse.

Of a text chain. A familiar name. Of a photo. Photos.

Eddie freezes, half hanging off of Buck’s neck.

“Oh, shit,” Buck murmurs, and the screen goes black, a second too late.

“How did you—”

“Your sister,” Buck admits, too easily.

Hah, Adriana, Eddie instinctively wants to gloat, sold out so fast, but—

“You’re texting my sister? She’s— sending you baby photos?”

Buck tilts his head, and his grin is blinding. “So many baby photos.”

Horror and embarrassment and the spiked fear of oh god, please, not the tastefully nude cowboy hat one from when I was three flash through Eddie in equal measures, and he opens his mouth to— to what, he doesn’t even know. He closes it, then opens it again, and all that comes out is something strangled.

And then he pounces again. Loops his arm properly over Buck’s shoulder, curling around the front of his chest to try and make another grab for his phone.

A surprised noise slips from Buck, but he had to have been at least half expecting Eddie to make another move. He rolls with it seamlessly, doubling over even further and squishing himself into the side of the sofa.

“You have to delete them,” Eddie says, begs, “all of them. Oh my god, Buck, please. Right now. You cannot have those.”

More laughter spills out of Buck and he shakes his head. “No way,” he says, far too delighted. “I am never getting rid of these. Are you kidding? I am going to treasure them— for the rest of forever, Eddie.”

Footsteps ricochet off the stairs, moving closer and closer, but neither of them notice, too caught up in their squabble. Eddie swings a leg over Buck’s thigh, his foot hitting the ground hard. His other knee digs into the cushion behind Buck, and he looms over him, arm trapped beneath Buck and still grabbing for the phone, which Buck continues to block and parry.

And then a throat clears from a few feet away.

They both freeze, heads turning slowly at the same time.

Chimney stands just at the top of the stairs, squared up with his hands on his hips and a question in his eyes. “Do I even want to know?” He asks.

Eddie scowls. “No.”

He can feel Buck’s grin spread against his bicep. “I have Eddie’s baby photos,” Buck sing-songs. Taunts.

Chimney’s hesitancy turns to absolute glee, and a shit-eating grin slinks onto his face. “Oh,” he croons, “please tell me you’re sharing with the class, Buckley.”

Eddie feels Buck perk up beneath him. “Here,” he says, finally tapping into some of that upper body strength he’d been holding back. “Let me show you my favorite,” he says, then throws his shoulders back. 

“Absolutely not!”

Chimney cackles and shouts over his shoulder, “Hen!”

Eddie, who had already been pretzeled into a precarious position around Buck, half on the couch, half off, teeters on the toe of his foot, but one more shove from Buck and he loses his balance, falling back and almost off the couch completely.

It gives Buck enough time to jump to his feet and dart away, towards Chimney, who immediately latches onto his side, peering over his shoulder as Buck unlocks his phone.

Recognizing when he has lost a battle, Eddie sinks lower into the couch. “You are the worst best friend,” he whines, not even caring how petulant it sounds.

Buck turns his brilliant smile onto Eddie and laughs. “No I’m not,” he says, so confident, “you love me.”

All Eddie can do is bury his face into his hands and groan. There’s really no denying that, baby picture betrayal and all.

[luckii-bloodii]

I was a victim of magic appollo catching my breath as I bled on the ground

(THE GUy ON THE BACKROUND IS MACK HANS BTW)

(stupid crossover ik)

(pls I spent so much time on this and has 23 layers on this pls help me im going delulu)

[flying-birdie]

Art for my friend

my friend love this ship so I drew this for them

Yeah Dave Ruy x Mack Hans

[mayhemmies]

i am NOT shading this. (also continued it on my computer because. ibispaint was fighting with me </3) anyways. the daver....

[grabrielcrunch]

Same Energy