#neck and neck very close

[lazywriter-artist]

Which OC has the strongest bite?

Hmmm

Probably C4n1d, baby is built to kill🥰, most of my other Admechs don’t have mouths, though outside of Admechs a few of my chaos ocs (who I haven’t really posted much about) probably compete pretty easily.

If I had to rank them it’d probably look a bit like this:

Big brother B (A Khorne beserker, and companion to my blood pact guardsman)

C4n1d

Az-M0D3u5y

Fret & mosh ( Noise marine brothers)

8r14n

Atreus (a commissar— he’s my little freak with his fangs and human flesh cravings—)

And I think Galileo. He’s got some pent up rage under all them niceties and commissar professionalism he wants to go ape shit

That’s just a bit loose and silly with em UwU

Mantis ArchMagos might compete with crushing strength tho— his raptorial legs aren’t a joke— same with Logis. Crunch force on that claw is scary, especially when it means they can crush tech priests like tin cans—

[otaku553]

Quite frankly still obsessed with the three of them

A little procrastination doodle

[vaxxman]

height ahh difference

[silusvesuius]

testing out drawing maormer 🪸🐚🪸 and a nelvas 🧣📜🩷 i'll ramble about maormer a bit in the tags

[daisynik7]

the nasty, filthy things I would let this vampire do to me holy shit

[steddieas-shegoes]

cw: mentions of scarring, canon-typical violence, flashback (not graphic), minor body horror (again, not graphic, mostly just emotional feelings about scars)

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Everyone gave him weird looks when they walked in, quickly schooling their features when they noticed he was awake and watching them.

He didn’t know exactly what that was about.

They had him on a lot of good drugs.

But eventually he got weaned off them, and he noticed the pull of bandages on his side, and his arm, and his neck, and his face.

He was still unable to get out of bed. Still couldn’t even reach his arms above his chest for more than a few seconds.

But he damn sure reached up to feel the cloth and plastic surrounding his cheek. How had he not noticed for days? How had no one bothered him about it?

Maybe they had and he just didn’t notice. The morphine was one hell of a drug.

Wayne was soft, patient with him. Saw him touching it, saw the way his eyes filled with tears. He’d never been particularly vain, hadn’t cared much about what he looked like to others, but this felt bigger than that. This felt like he was changed in a way that everyone could see.

Add it to the list of things people could bully him for.

He cried himself to sleep, Wayne’s hand in his, silently comforting in the way he’d always done.

When he woke up again the next morning, he was alone.

It was the first time he’d been alone since the boathouse.

He could swear he heard bats outside his door, screams coming from the attached bathroom, flashes of someone dying on the ceiling.

He felt the sharp sting of teeth puncturing his skin.

He felt hopelessness creep into his bones as he gave in.

Maybe this time they would finish the job.

“Eddie!”

Steve Harrington’s voice broke through the thoughts, panicked enough to bring Eddie back to his hospital bed within a second of hearing it.

“Shit, are you okay?” He continued, hand brushing against Eddie’s bandaged cheek.

Eddie nodded once, closed his eyes, leaned into the touch.

He could blame it on any number of things if Steve felt weird about it. The morphine, the flashback, the loneliness.

“You’re okay, Eddie. I promise. Won’t let anything happen to you,” Steve whispered.

Eddie believed him.

He fell back asleep with Steve’s hand gently cupping the mangled side of his face.

If Steve could still touch him there, then maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

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Steve came by every day, sometimes in the early morning, before visiting hours officially started, sometimes well after Wayne had left to get some sleep. He always smiled when he walked in, a genuine one, not the one everyone else gave that was so fully of pity and pain he couldn’t bear to make eye contact. He sat down on the side of the bed, not the chair like everyone else, not scared to be close.

And every single day, without fail, he would run his finger along the edge of Eddie’s bandage on his face, watching his own movements and cataloging any changes.

Eddie sat quietly, still, scared to put words to anything happening. Scared to tell Steve what it meant to him to have someone acknowledge his pain in this way. Scared to think Steve could mean anything by it.

It was easy to pretend Steve was doing this because he cared.

Maybe he did care.

But he didn’t care the way Eddie wanted him to, needed him to.

So he stayed quiet, still.

He watched.

He fell asleep while Steve talked about his day, the kids, what Joyce made Hopper do around the house.

He woke up alone most days, but that was okay, because Steve would be there eventually.

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“You ready to get that thing off?” Wayne asked, gesturing to the bandage.

“Oh. Today?” Eddie suddenly didn’t want to ever be without the bandage. Removing it meant he’d see what was under it.

It meant seeing how much that place had ruined him.

The pull of the stitches hadn’t been as obvious with the pull of the bandage masking it.

But now it’s all he felt.

The nurse smiled at him as she put some antibiotic cream over the area, saying he would probably still have to keep it extra clean for the next week or so while the stitches did their job.

Wayne smiled at him in the way that meant he didn’t really want to smile at all, but knew Eddie needed him to.

Steve didn’t come.

Eddie didn’t sleep.

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He woke up with panic in his chest and a silent scream in his throat.

He woke up with Steve’s hand on his face.

Gentle, soft, but a strong comfort.

“Promise I washed them first. They said we have to be careful about germs,” Steve said quietly.

“You don’t have to. I know it’s…it’s gross. It’s ugly. I’m ugly.”

Steve shook his head. “No. Not gross. Not ugly. Alive.”

“Steve-“

“You’re alive, Eddie. You could have your entire face held together by staples and you would still be a miracle. You’d still be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Well, Steve’s charm wasn’t an exaggeration, was it?

He wasn’t even sure if the skin barely pulled together could blush anymore, or if the heat that should be on his cheek was burning on the outside the way it felt like it was on the inside.

“It’s gonna be awful when it heals. I saw it in the mirror.” Eddie could feel every stitch in his jaw, the few that spread across the corner of his mouth and bottom lip, the ones that were nearly up to his ear. “I’ll always have a crooked face. The scar will always be huge. It’s all anyone will see.”

“Then they aren’t looking.”

Eddie bit his lip, eyes searching Steve’s. “But you are.”

“No. I’m seeing. There’s a difference. I see you. I see what you’ve survived. I see the mark it left on you. I know it wasn’t just the scars that cover your skin.” Steve leaned his head down, touching Eddie’s forehead with his own. “We all have them. And we’re all still here. Your heart’s beating. That’s all that matters to me.”

“Who knew you were so good with words?” Eddie smiled sadly.

“Robin says I’m just good at not having a filter.”

“She’s right as always.” Eddie wrapped his fingers around Steve’s wrist, turning as slowly as he could to kiss his palm. “You’re not scared of it.”

“No. Are you?”

“I’m scared that you’ll change your mind when it’s always there as a reminder of what happened.”

Steve kissed his nose, making him smile for the first time in what felt like years.

“I’ll have the reminder that I got you out of there. That no matter what, the bats couldn’t finish the job. That you were stronger and you made it.” Steve let his hand drop, but quickly laced his fingers with Eddie’s. “I know it’s a lot to ask of you to trust me, but will you? For today?”

“Just today?”

“I’ll ask again tomorrow.”

“And what? Every day after that?”

Steve smirked.

His eyes were glistening with tears, but Eddie could tell it wasn’t sadness or fear.

“If that’s what I have to do.”

They hadn’t even talked about feelings, not really. Nothing that made any sense to Eddie, nothing that they could define. A part of Eddie was still convinced he was in a coma and dreaming this entire conversation up.

But even the nurse had noticed the way Steve watched him, how he touched him, how he fought for him. She said he’d been a firecracker from the moment he carried him into the hospital, dripping blood on the tile, staining the halls with his demands for help.

Wayne said he barely left his side the first day, only doing so when the doctors had told him they would call the cops if he didn’t.

Erica even noticed how things had changed between them, stating that she refused to watch her babysitter and the only DM she had respect for make out.

But Steve held Eddie, made him feel like he could get out of the hospital bed and live a life that wouldn’t keep him running. Steve was there.

Steve might even love him. If not now, then some day.

And Eddie could trust him today.

He could probably trust him tomorrow.

“Kiss me?” Eddie probably shouldn’t. The stitches tugged when he talked, and another mouth anywhere near his wounds was just asking for an infection.

But Steve would be careful. He knew what Eddie could handle.

It was barely a kiss. A graze of the lips at most.

But it was the best kiss Eddie had ever had.

At least until tomorrow.

[fisheito]

omg where'd you get your top it looks like it would fall apart after one cycle in the wash

[casualavocados]

Why do you always use that to piss me off? ...It makes me happy. We agreed that I'm in charge of the bars. But you come here all the time to watch me. How am I supposed to lead my people? Use your head, okay? Suit yourself. What's the matter? Chen Yi. Chen Yi! [...] Don't make me worry.

Chen Bowen as CHEN YI & Chiang Tien as AI DI KISEKI: DEAR TO ME (2023)

[sysig]

For Requestober

Papyrus and Sans cozily hugging each other in soft clothes😭😭😭

(well this is literally first time I did this hope didn't do anything wrong)

Day 10 - Sleepy snoozey skeletons

[voidedjuice]

quick pixelly Ilta with a mysterious bat (who could it be?)

[canisalbus]

I love the shape language for Machete and Vasco, how angular and pointy the former is VS how round and soft the other... It's so GOOD I adore that

Thank you! I like the contrast as well, it makes them very fun to draw together. I try to keep them visually distinct while still making sure that they look harmonious and complementary next to each other.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

weird question! Can Casey mittens extend his neck really far. He's looks like such a noodle. His body makes me think, he moves like he's made of water (if that makes sense) and the height incongruity would make sense if he could stretch himself out

he can and that Makes Sense! both the water thing and the height thing!

he's bowlingpinpilled

[halffootguildofficial]

Good evening... chil... uh—

*he pauses. aware that he is missing some parts of his acquaintance's name. But he did not hold the desire to remember it at that time, unfortunate how that predicament came to bite him in the end, he thought. Perhaps if he tried harder it wouldn't to struggle like this. But alas, what has been said is done. And he has no one else to blame but himself at his incompetence.

Despite that though — he cant help but feel a little bad about it*

Hrm ...i came to ask if you had any alcohol that i can purchase from you...

Of course — i will pay . (double, so i please, its customary for me to do that) .

I... apologize if its a strange favor, considering i could simply go to a winery. But i would rather take advice from someone i am acquainted with than a stranger.

....

*he hears no response. Strange. The tavern says its open outside, and he knows it too — considering he goes here around the same time of the week, in a way it has became a part of his routine. So this is very peculiar for him*

Hello?

*Again, no response. He sighs. Randomly relieved, perhaps due to the fact that no one were to bare witness to his — quite frankly — embarrassing situation with the half foot's name*

Uhm—

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— @ask-mithrun

(No clue why i went on a tangent on mith not remembering his name. But oh well. Hey also isnt half foot first names only for people intimate. That's funny. Completely unintentional.) Also mithbun wasbugging me during writing this. He rlly hates you guys.........

The tavern is, for the most part, empty. It's sole occupant is a half-foot who pops up from being crouched behind the bar, presumably having been rummaging among crates.

The half-foot looks him up and down a few times, clearly judging him. "You must be a little more than acquaintances, calling him that," he says, his expression tipping from confusion into smug amusement, "He's come down with some kind of sickness, I'm afraid. You'll have to come back later. I can leave a message for you, but whatever you're wanting to order will have to wait until he's feeling better. Delivery isn't in my contract."

[justablah56]

hey remember how I said I'd post midnight kiddads ? ok I lied , have some 2 pm kiddads <3

might color in a background at some point but eeaaaughhh no <3

[grimmweepers]

i love being a big sister ><

[panncakes]

it is still so wild to me that the first full thai gl we got was filled with so many different types of kisses and sex scenes and explicit wlw love making i thank the stars every day for freenbecky