#wes borland x oc

[weswhoreland]

Heavy Glow Snippet

A very short snippet of what I've been working on lately. It's a prologue of sorts, for the fic I'm tentatively calling Heavy Glow. Hopefully you guys enjoy it! Thank you for all the engagement and for sticking around even though I haven't written in months. This has been so fun to work on, and I'm hoping I can whip out some Wes x readers for you guys soon too. I'm really hoping I've finally conquered this Writers Block, and this gives me hope.

yes, this is a very self indulgent Wes x OC fic. Sue me. I'm having fun.

Ship: Wes Borland x Original Male Character || Rating: G || Words: 536

It’s a terrible idea.

Daniel Kincaid knows this from the moment he sees the promos for the show. He knows it as soon as he buys a ticket. And he knows it the second he steps into the venue. Really, this fact is something he’s known for the last decade; that this is all one big, horrible idea. A mistake waiting to happen. Something he can’t win, that will only get him hurt.

And yet, here Danny is, out on the floor of this venue. He’s two drinks in – a Vodka Red Bull to wake him up, and an Ultra to calm him down. So far, it hasn’t worked. He’s been nervous and jittery all night. The openers were a good distraction, decent bands that he’s never heard of, but enjoyable nonetheless. But the closer it grows to the main set, the more Danny’s anxiety mounts.

What if he doesn’t remember him? It’s possible, Danny knows. It’s been a long time since they’ve seen each other in person, and Danny’s… well, different. Much different from the last time they were together. And as well as they’d known each other in the past, that’s what it is. The past. It’s been ten years. A long fucking time, in the grand scheme of things. A long time for them to grow apart, to change. There’s every chance he won’t remember Danny, and every chance that even if he does, they’re just too different from who they used to be. And if that’s the case…

Well, Danny isn’t really sure what he’ll do. He takes another sip of his drink, letting himself get lost in his own thoughts. The truth is a hard thing to swallow. 

He’s still stuck on that fact when the lights finally dim. The crowd cheers, a swell of anticipation washing over the room. And it’s there, between the heavy glow of the lights above and the moment they fade away, that Danny feels like he can’t breathe.

He could leave. He could turn tail and run, slip out the door and be out of this forever. He could go back to his normal life, the one he’s been living for the last decade, and pretend none of this ever happened. It would be so easy. He could just–

And then Danny sees him.

Wes looks good. Older. His hair’s longer, a little unkempt. But even with the slight differences, with all the years that have changed both of them, he’s still Wes.

Danny holds his breath.

The band – Black Light Burns – launches into their first song. It’s one Danny’s heard briefly before. Mesopotamia. It’s energetic, and Wes is just as good on stage as he always was, prowling around as he sings. Danny stares, can’t take his eyes off him. And suddenly it’s 1997 again. Danny’s nineteen, and he’s in love with the man he met at the record store. It’s 1997, before all the fame and the money, before the obligations and commitments. It’s 1997, and all that matters is the two of them.

And I’d give it all up just to be with you.

It’s been ten years since Danny met Wes Borland. And tonight, he just might talk to him again.

[villavampyr]

some nu/industrial metal icons + my oc :D

[thebestcomicking]

Fer shits and giggles, here’s a bunch of concept arts of my Steven Universe OCs, the Planet Busters. There aren’t many differences on most of them, but I got a few stories on the creation of each of them. Fer starters, I came up with them basically just an excuse to draw some fight scenes, like usual. I watched DBZ Tree Of Might at the time, and wanted to draw either Steven or Stevonnie defeat several bad guys all at once. So I thought if Turles is basically a “what if Goku was evil” kinda idea, why don’t I draw evil counterparts of the Crystal Gem. 

The first I sketched was a Lapis Lazuli, on a napkin I might add. Now Lapis was usually friendly and a bit sassy gem, who can be a smartass, I decided “Cheeks” should be an dumbasshole. Cheeks originally had a RAD Mohawk, a more skimpy outfit, and her gem was her butt”Cheeks” because she was an ass. But that seemed a bit juvenile and I wasn’t very fond of the design, mostly the outfit. Taking inspiration from Marvel Comics, I then drew her with a more Ghost Rider. At the time I was collecting “Marvel Comics Presents” and the cover of that had Ghost Rider looked cool. Also I took her gem to her cheeks, cause I was very fond of her nickname and wanna avoid calling her an “ass” fer subtlety. The outfit looks good, but what about the hair? Well changing from a Mohawk, at first I tried this emo haircut that looked a little flamy, but it just looked too pretentious. So I then tried a more “fire” lookin haircut where it’s more wild, trying to mimic Ghost Rider’s silhouette. It sounds cool considering I wanted her to be the exact opposite of Lapis, but I didn’t like it. So going back to punk rock, and my love of the Misfits, I found a perfect hair style for her, the devilock. That’s how Cheeks was finally made. 

Next one was a Jasper, again she was also drawn on the same napkin and it’s long gone. Jasper had a very commanding presence in the show, so I made one that can’t talk. Craig Jones of Slipknot already struck in my mind so I had her gem right on where her mouth is supposed to be. Also since Jasper was muscular and bulky, I drew one that was skinny as a twig. (This was before the stevenbomb where the Famethysts were introduced.) Unlike the current design, she actually had EYES, and her outfit was inspired by the Guardian from Samurai Jack. I wanted to give her short hair since Jasper had this 80s Hair Metal huge hair, but the design I gave her didn’t fit well. I fiddle around with how her short hair should flow until, from out of nowhere, I thought about Wes Borland of Limp Bizkit. I remember he wore this black contact lense that really attracted to my attention, and like usual, he wore weird face paints. So I remember drawing a few until we got what we got now. I later tweeked her outfit so that it would better fit what Homeworld gems would where.

 Then came Amethyst. The exact opposite of her was easy; make another Jasper. So that’s what I did. However I still wanted her to stand out a little more so I gave her a pair of fingerless gloves and cape similar to Piccolo’s from DBZ. I really wanted to give her a short hair like the rest, and took inspiration from Tetsuo from Akira. Her gem placement was just randomly chosen.

The real fun one was Peridot. I wanted to give her a more militant characteristics, considering Peri has the same combat skills as me. I liked Caccao’s gimmick in Tree Of Might so much that I wanted to do same thing. So I gave this Peridot a bunch of hidden weapons under her armor. In that sketch you can see that her shoulders were more a pentagon shape with like tubes coming from the back, but I change that cause drawing a just cube is much easier. In the early stage she wasn’t a Cybernetically Enhanced Weapon 10, but just a more militant Peridot. The cybernetic stuff came later. 

Huuuu boy, then was Pearl. I had s hard time giving her a design. Coming up with her personality was easy; Pearl was orderly and peaceful, so Crazyhand should be chaotic and violent. Originally I gave her this Sid Vicious design, but I was not satisfied. Cheeks was already a punk so I decided I should her a metal head, but the best I could come up with at the time was this discount 90s James Hetfield. It wasn’t until I started drawing the test pages I finally gave her a design that really fit her character. Thank you Slymenstra Hymen of GWAR. Though I wish I gave her more spikes. 

Next was the Rubies. Now funny thing is, I was thinkin about a Saphire and a Ruby. Originally the Planet Busters were one-offs, I conceived them as just stronger soldiers, and not a team of criminals. Saphires weren’t part of the military, more of an oracle for the Diamonds, so I just ended up creating two Rubies. I kinda wish I did a Saphire considering I didn’t expect to do more stuff with the Planet Busters, but whatcha gonna do. However I did not give too much thought on them. I made one that’s a douchebag and one that’s nonchalant. Though in the early stage I gave them a cape, which later changed to this Scorpion and Sub Zero type of design, but without the masks. On a side note, I would’ve replaced Forehead with a douchebag Saphire who can’t read the future, but can read power levels.

 Finally the Evil Rose Quartz. Just like Turles, who was basically Goku wearin a Saiyan Armor, I drew Rose Quartz in Homeworld garb and a more messy hair. Unfortunately that’s all I got for her. Now back then I was busy drawing the currently in development hell SU comic “Return Of Lord Sulfur”, so I only drew 6 pages of material. Originally they were just one off bad guys who’d get bubbled at the end and forgotten. However, down the line I kept drawing them, and finally gave them a little more character when I drew that “Earth Ain’t That Bad” art. I kinda wanted to know what would happen if they joined the Crystal Gems. Evil Rose was never brought back because I figure she would be such a scumbag that she would sacrifice/murder her own team to save her own ass, and ultimately be destroyed by Steven. I do have some ideas for how the Crystal Gems first fought the Planet Busters. The Planet Busters method of blowin up Planets was to simply reactivate the cluster with a device that Evil Rose created. Evil Roses ability is that she can power up by sucking energy out of anyone just by touching, and the device she made to reactivate the Cluster is also a device suck life energy from the Planet to charge her up. After Rose started the rebellion, Evil Rose is one of the few quartz’s that managed to escape from being bubbled, and managed to avoid detection from Homeworld. During those times she’s built the charger device and kept killin planets, hoping to have enough power to over throw the Diamonds. Eventually she does get caught by the Planet Busters, but also reunite with her old soldier, Armethyst. Armethyst is very loyal to her commander, and she managed to have Evil Rose a full pardon, but only in one condition. They have to destroy Earth. Now at the end, Evil Rose express that she doesn’t give two shits about her teammates as long as she gets her full pardon to Steven and prepares to destroy earth. But since Steven is our main protagonist, he defeats her and never be mentioned ever again. That’s how I had the story be like. The Planet Busters would get bubbled, but escapes with X’s cybernetics. But that’s for another time. Hope you guys like my shit.

[weswhoreland]

behind the mask

wes borland x gn!reader

482 words explicit read on ao3

Whenever Wes gets off stage, he’s ravenous.

You’ve come to accept – to anticipate – this. You watch the entire show from the stageside, watching as Wes does what he does best. This close, you can feel every note of every riff in your chest. You’ve missed when you could do this more often, before obligations and commitments got so overwhelming for the both of you. Still, you cherish this. And every time Wes sneaks a little glance over in your direction and smirks, you’re reminded why you love this man.

He finds you the moment the set’s over. You two have done this hundreds of times, danced this same dance in venues all over the world. It never gets old. He takes you by the hand immediately, weaving through countless people and leading you back to one of the dressing rooms. The guys have gotten smarter over the years. No one will bother you. They all know what the two of you are doing, but you can’t bring yourself to care. You just want Wes inside you.

The moment the door closes, his hands are on you. He’s taller than you, and his hands feel good against your bare skin as he presses up your shirt. His fingers are rough (guitarist fingers, you think to yourself) and you can’t help the chills they send through you. He gets rough after performances, exactly how you like it. You want him inside you, want him to fuck you until his name is the only thing you can remember. But first–

“Keep it on.”

Wes doesn’t stop. Not entirely. Still, it’s clear he doesn’t understand at first. His hands travel lower, blunt nails digging at your skin.

“What? A condom?”

Definitely don’t keep that on, you think, but don’t say out loud. Instead, you roll your eyes.

“The mask, asshole. Keep the mask on.”

It’s not the first time he hasn’t gotten out of costume before fucking you. There have been numerous times over the years when you’ve been covered head to toe with his bodypaint as it rubbed off on you. (That had been fun to explain to Fred once, the time he’d caught you two sneaking back to the bus. You’re pretty sure he’s never made fun of the two of you as much as he had in that moment.) Still, this is a new desire.

New, but definitely not unwelcome.

Apparently, Wes thinks so too. Because when you look up at him, his smirk is wide.

“You want the mask on?” He teases.

You know this man. You love this man. He’ll humor any of your desires, whether he understands them or not. But by the way he’s looking at you now? You can tell he’s into this, too. So you put on your sweetest, most innocent smile, fully intent on getting what you want.

“Please.”

It's going to be a long night.