Oh my Satan. I am sorry I am not posting as often as I was. The weather is getting nicer in Shanghai so I am a bit more busier these days. Have been listening to this song a lot lately and it really gave me some inspiration. So I made a cute two pager with the lyrics.
I really love how the colours turned out in the end. Eeeeep.
Also want to make note that I come from the old tumblr days… So I am just noticing how to look at comments now on my posts so I am sorry I never acknowledged them earlier! I had no idea they existed. I will be more engaged with comments going forward! 🩷
If you like my art, please feel free to reblog and follow! Thank you for the support! 😊 (it is currently May 1st my time so I will date it as such)
05.01.24
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Husk and Angel have become close ever since the two opened up to one another.
They find themselves at the bar in their usual spots: one behind the counter, one on the other side of it. They’re casually humming their little ‘Loser, Baby’ duet together.
It’s a catchy tune that they find themselves humming along to when a comfortable silence falls between them.
They steal little passing glances at each other as they do so. Occasionally their eyes would meet, a light flush growing on their cheeks as each passing glance would grow longer.
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Their fingers brushed across each others as Husk passed along another glass of Angel’s favorite, unsolicited.
Angel took it - pleased with a smile hidden behind the glass as he brought it to his lips, taking a swig.
“You sure know how to get a guy’s heart pumpin’, sugar. “ Angel practically purrs.
Husk actually purrs.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Angel is leaning over the bar, one of his four arms bracing himself on the counter top.
Husk meets him half way, slightly leaned over the bar.
Their faces are close, their sights are focused down on each other’s lips.
Then they are staring into each other’s eyes.
The burning is heavy in their stomachs, the butterflies flooding to their chests.
They’re closer now, their lips mere inches away, their breaths heavy.
Angel’s eyes are now closed, Husk is staring fondly at the pink on Angel’s cheeks.
His eyes are now closed, he leans in towards Angel to close the small gap.
… Ah!
The sound of a micro-phoned cane tapping loudly on the ground followed by harsh radio static breaks the moment. They both turn their head to Alastor who had just walked through the front door of the hotel.
“I’m afraid any hint of PDA that is bound to escalate is strictly forbidden in the lobby area.”
Alastor’s eye gave a single twitch, but it was easy to miss if one wasn’t looking close enough.
His smile was wide, incredibly so… strained. It was a smile that screamed disgust in Alastor’s own way.
Husk clears his throat, the blush on his nose is red.
“N-No! I.. oh, whatever. We weren’t going to do anything’.” He grumbled, now busying himself with cleaning a glass bashfully.
“At least not with you in here.” Angel grumbled, clearly disappointed that the moment was ruined as he took the rest of his drink as a shot.
“Oooor-…” Angel’s voice was playful, suggestive, placing his empty glass onto the counter.
“You could join us-…”
“Not happening.” Husk’s and Alastor’s voice rang in perfect unison.
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Here's an adult cartoon that actually looks good, is well-written, queer, actually funny and actually knows how to black code characters (and bonus: as far as we know, it's not written by a major racist!)
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