#my boys . ♥️

[strange-birdy-me]

Yeah more WWDITS art!!!

so. my computer offed itself so i cant draw anymore so im posting a bunch of old art - heres some weirdos ew

[2aceofspades]

TW: Blood/Injury, Implied Death

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With you

Lil one-shot I guess...??

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After the dust cleared, it was dead silent. The air was thick with moisture from the dark clouds looming above them all. Someone, probably Raphael, yelled out something Two didn't quite process, his ears still ringing as his vision slowly cleared.

A faint blue glow flickered in the near distance, not too far from where Two was slumped on the ground. More muffled shouts rang out as Two attempted to collect himself, staggering to his feet and trudging over to the source of-

No.

Just the image alone was enough to bring Two collapsing back to his knees. Stupid, he thought.

"H-hey..." One's weak voice just barely got through to Two, snapping him right out of his thoughts.

He stared down at the dimming blue glow, watching it flicker and fade in and out. How the hell are you still here, breathing?

His thoughts became flooded in his head, even more so as he felt his arms cradle his brother's near-lifeless body.

"Did we win?"

Two felt his jaw clench at One's question, feeling frighteningly close to grinding his teeth until they were flat.

Did we win?

The question echoed in Two’s head, as if that would better help him process this moment. In any other instance, he would have deflected and scoffed at such an empty, meaningless question. Did it matter? he thought as he titled his head up, looking around briefly at the wasteland that surrounded them. It was over, that much was apparent.

"Yes,” he huffed, looking down at his brother in his arms as he continued, “Now, shut it and save your strength. Your heart-"

"I know," One croaked out in between a few sputtering breaths, interrupting Two in more ways than one. Two tried to ignore the cast-off of blood coming from his brother's mouth, despising the sickening feeling settling in his stomach as it hit his chin. One smiled weakly up at his brother, his eyes dull and unfocused.

How dare you, Two thought to himself.

His eyes flickered from One's exposed heart, bleeding out and hardly beating, and back to his brother’s face. His brother looked beaten, bloody...broken. It wasn't a look he saw from him often, if at all. It was that damn smile that he watched waver as One's heart beat softer and softer. What cruel irony, Two couldn't help but think, a metaphorical expression brought to life by his stupid, thoughtless, idiotic brother.

Two could still fix this. Even as he held his brother tighter against his own plastron and felt his shirt get soaked by the horrid mix of blood and empyrean; he thought to himself how he'd be the one to fix this.

There was no other choice left.

“Good…” One let out the softest of chuckles, “…we…we can s-start over.”

Something in Two’s own chest faltered, even just briefly. It was enough to shut out the feeling of One’s pathetic coughs and wheezes against him. He watched how One's eyes dulled further, his gaze wandering away from Two's face.

Starting over? That wasn’t ever an option, not one that Two had ever weighed in his mind. He wasn’t sure if that was even an option now. After everything he had done, everything he sacrificed, worked for…his brother still wanted to burn it, bury everything down and out of Two’s reach. One wanted this win, he wanted the impossible.

“Impossible…” Two muttered under his breath.

He heard yet another faint chuckle. And then the dense silence that followed.

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~bonus doodles~

(':

[rdr2gifs]

Serotonin boost <3

[fizz-pop-thwip]

Hey I LOVE that fic, so haunting but sooo good. Defo one of my fave stucky fics

Here are some of my recs that have similar vibes to that fic, so feel free to browse :D

The man on the bridge by boopboop

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1434274

Screaming words (left unspoken) by L1av

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6792259

A history of skin by cheesethesecond

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3129551

And some one shots that have similar lovey vibes, less tragic though:-

Lips that touch liquor by Millesable

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31881625

Blue by moonylina

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37872634

Its always been yours by Taste_as_sweet

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2780930

Guys I read a stucky fic—despite the threatening sky and shuddering earth (they remained) by praximeter on ao3—for the first time in who knows how long and OH MY GOD i need more please please PLEASE drop stucky recs for me

[worldchampionpeccobagnaia]

number one forever and ever in my heart ♥️

[fan-a-tink]

I daresay we all worry about who we really are, deep down. All of us.

But you, dead boy detectives, are the best show I know.

[chamom1le-t3a]

have a holly jolly christmas Guys <33 redrew a little sketch frlm twoyears back.

old image below ⬇️

yes i posted it on reddit. 😭

[jarofalicesgrunge]

Alice In Chains: Live Wire Magazine September 1993.

[mustainesgrrl]

best buddies :33 .

[kitkatpancakestack]

Be HONEST in terms of fumbling the relationship bag Buck and Eddie are neck and neck. they got fomo with each other. one guy out here treating his gfs like anchors around his ankles the other guy out here treating his partners like his own personal character growth achievements. They are BAD AT IT that doesn't mean they're bad people they're just no good at the dating game which I guess is why we've been watching them flop for seven years now lmfao

[pizzarink]

My blog is dying BRUTALLY,

so have a doodle of the silly ♥️‼️

[violetmuses]

Armando Aretas + Female Reader 💥

@episodes-ff 🏷

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2024

“Shit!” Detective Mike Lowrey glanced around the vibrant nightclub, puzzled.

“What's wrong?” Marcus Burnett squinted through neon lights.

“Where's Armando?” Mike quickly looked for his estranged son, previous criminal Armando Aretas.

Soon enough, Armando walked toward Mike and held this brand-new cell phone, trading numbers with you.

Wearing this Bud Light shirt, Aretas chose one trucker hat that veiled his brown eyes. Jeans covered both legs and boots stepped along.

“My bad.” Slightly accented English rasped for a moment.

“Give me your phone.” Mike quickly gestured his hand this time around.

“Why? I…” Armando trailed off when you passed by with your friends, leaving the club.

“Call me sometime.” You smiled near Aretas, prompting your friends to almost squeal.

Dazed, Armando watched how your body moved before you stepped out.

Damn.

[lotus-pear]

when are u gonna show me my children you’ve been teasing me for like a week 😞😞😢😢

singular (child) actually....i couldn't figure out how to draw vals hair bc im dumb as rocks,,,,,,,anyway take sam for now he's my beloved son as well my angel

[icey-wifeyy]

Sorry no stardew drawing(╥﹏╥) I’ve just really been fixated on Brahms lately♥️🥺🫀

[wispurring-moss]

alright. i have held my tongue long enough but i can do it no longer.

i'm gonna something that the whippersnappers aren't going to understand & the veterans will probably take psychic damage from reading. but. consider, if you will:

Husk♦️Angel

...that's it, that's the post x'3c

[gotmeontheropes]