Introduction post!! :D
This is buddy!!
Buddy is just a little character that's being drawn by a struggling high school student called Kaden/Kade/Kay/Kam/Kadey ( @rubber-glovs )
Buddy uses he/they pronouns and has a little cat!!
You can ask Buddy to do things and activities (I'll draw them as soon as I can, so it won't be straight away!)
Buddy is an interactive and roleplay character. Example: you can say hi and Buddy will wave and smile
Please do not ask for anything inappropriate to be drawn or done!! Buddy is a minor and so is the artist!!!!
I may not as active on here as my main account, so if Buddy disappears, just notify me on @rubber-glovs and I'll get to it!!
I may edit and add more onto here if necessary :D
Thank you for checking out my page ^_^
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i've seen a couple people say that they don't think sauron ever actually cared for galadriel not because clearly their interactions are hugely underscored by his lies and manipulations but because he's a maiar and therefore doesn't have anything approaching mortal emotions since he's an entirely different kind of being from a human or an elf, but that's not actually true about maiar. luthien's mom, melian, was also a maia, and she fell in love with thingol of doriath and deeply mourned him when he died, so clearly maiar actually are capable of love for individual people. i do think that sauron considers himself to be above pretty much all other life forms on middle-earth and his interest in galadriel definitely had a lot to do with being drawn to her own power and possible usefulness in achieving his own goals, but that doesn't mean he didn't genuinely care about her in some way. and actually, i think his behavior is a lot more interesting if he DOES care about galadriel and was really wounded by her rejection but still puts his own goals and wants above anyone else.
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Someone tell me if the one of the right is the official TL of the title (too lazy to boot up my game) (ok I checked a YT video and apparently the title in DE is Friend to the End but the description is the same) because the JP version is infinitely funnier:
Let's break it down:
至上 (supreme, of the highest)
親友 ([very] close/best friend) (also how Flynn always refers to Yuri in JP e.g. when first introducing him to Sodia and Witcher)
唯一無二 (irreplacable/unique/one-of-a-kind/lit. one and only, with no other like it)
何者にも変えられぬ、莫逆の交わり (an [extremely] strong/intimate/close bond [of friendship] that nothing can change)
例えどんなに道を違えようとも (even if our paths diverge/no matter how far apart the paths we take may be)
心の中には君がいる (in my heart, you are there) (also worth noting is that Flynn uses 君 'you' to refer to things while iirc Yuri uses お前 which implies Flynn is the speaker here)
So it's something like:
Title: Closest Friend
A very intimate and irreplacable bond of friendship that nothing can change. No matter how far apart our paths take us, you will always be there in my heart.
HELLO FLYNN DO YOU HAVE SOMETHING YOU WANT TO TELL US
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In the hopes of getting more material to melt over, I'm sending you the soft prompt "shoulder kisses"
Send me soft prompts! Find the finished ones on ao3!
"You make me wanna, like, mow the lawn."
"What?" Eddie glances up from the old flashlight he’s trying to screw back together after replacing the busted bulb because this one’s always worked fine, Buck, what do I need a new one for? Whatever. Buck is going to hide a nice newer model in the truck somewhere. “Does the lawn need mowing?”
“What?” Buck cranes up in his seat at the kitchen table to see what he can of the backyard. “Eh. I’ll do it this weekend.”
“You know you don’t have to,” Eddie says down to the plastic and metal in his palms, frowning when the pieces refuse to come together right.
“No, I know, but I want to. Didn’t I just say that?”
“Yeah,” Eddie nods, finally solving the flashlight puzzle and blinking it directly into Buck’s eyes a few times. “But it kind of seemed like you were talking about something else.”
“I guess I kinda was.” Buck leans back in the chair, crossing his arms behind his head. "You make me wanna… do laundry and go grocery shopping and mop the floor.
Eddie raises an eyebrow with a little smile, leaning back in his own chair. “You saying we’re getting too domestic? Need to spice things up?”
“No,” Buck huffs a laugh. “I’d mow your lawn any day.”
“Well now it sounds like a sex thing,” Eddie teases, and his foot bumps into Buck’s under the table.
Buck laughs again, louder. “I mean,” he wiggles his eyebrows. “We could figure something out.”
Eddie’s eyes crinkle up in his grin as he shakes his head and gathers up the tools on the table. He snaps them into their case with satisfying plastic clicks and goes to store them back in their place under the sink. When he comes back to the table he takes slow steps, past his own chair to stand in front of Buck and run a hand through his hair. "Why do I make you want to do chores?"
"It’s like…" Buck leans into the warmth of his palm. “Being alive.” Eddie raises an eyebrow and Buck rests his hands on his belly to feel him breathing. “I mean… having a life? Sharing- I mean, we skipped right to it.”
“To what?” Eddie kind of hums the question, fingers still moving through Buck’s hair in a way that makes his eyes want to drift shut.
“I mean, even before we were-“ Buck gestures between the two of them. “We shared everything already. I think I literally actually did mow your lawn like two weeks after I met you.”
Eddie laughs, low, and Buck’s hands on his torso shake with it. “You did. I’m not sure I even knew I had a lawnmower.”
“Yeah, it looked pretty sad out there.” Eddie tugs on his hair for the comment, but only very gently. “So I guess… we skipped all the other things. Getting to know you, pretending to be somebody you’d like.”
Eddie’s eyes are soft. “Buck, I like you plenty.”
“I know,” Buck says, quiet through the smile spread over his face. “You make me feel real.”
Eddie’s eyes are even softer, and his fingers stop moving, his hand just resting against Buck’s skull. “You’re plenty real.”
“I know. It’s… I don’t have to impress you. I don’t have to be anything. I just get to live real, everyday life with you. I want to do all those things not because I think I have to, to make you stay. I want to mow your lawn because it’s my lawn.”
Eddie inhales and exhales a few times, just looking down at him, and then ducks down to press a slow kiss into the skin revealed by Buck’s old ratty sweatshirt sliding down his trapezius. When he pulls back he only goes far enough to look Buck in the eyes. “I want to do your laundry,” he whispers, mouth pulling into a little smile. “I wanna mow your lawn.”
Buck eyes drift down to his lips. “That does sound like a sex thing.”
Eddie’s small smile grows into an easy grin. “I’m sure we could figure something out.”
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