I've been utterly fascinated by Good (better? nicer?) Chase design by @lizard-color4 from this post and desperately wanted to know more. Who's this man? What's his story? Why is his hand bandaged? Why is his fashion taste is so much better than Original Chase? And why the hell does his hug looks so nice??
so i um, decided to explore his design a little ;D
also bonus+ sorta?? continuation / my take on the after hug because i really craved more of that
bonus++ a silly doodle of my first attempt on his design because why not
After dying to an atomic creeper in a cave and stressing over potentially losing all his items, Pac returns home to set his spawn and receives a sweet surprise:
His cat falls asleep on top of him and purrs when he goes to bed :')
I've learned how to do lineart, and the colour green no longer terrifies me so I'll only take another half a year to figure out how to shade this drawing for Mereel & Family Booksellers chapter 2 by @sidhebeingbrand and @toughbreaks :D
Tagged by @diazsdimples @exhuastedpigeon @jesuisici33 @devirnis
Had the smallest amount of writing beans yesterday for my Buddie Fantasy AU .. which is a bit of a mess and all over the place (I don’t even have one chapter fully complete 🥴).
For context -> this is what happens from Bobby’s POV a little after this snippet. No idea if it’ll stay in the final cut (because that seems light years away), but thought I’d share anyway.
Bobby reaches for his sword, his hand slipping slightly along the hilt due to the blood covering his palm. If he’s going to die, he’s going to do it protecting his son. He’ll fight for Buck until his last breath.
Using his sword for support, Bobby slowly stands, the excruciating pain from his wound almost bringing him to his knees. He grits his teeth against it, shifting his feet into a better position readying for attack.
The small group of soldiers are closing in. He only has a few moments before they’ll be upon him.
Lifting his sword, Bobby takes a shuddering breath, ignoring the way the arrow pulls painfully in his side. Eddie and Buck should’ve made it deep into the forest by now. They’ll be safe. Eddie will keep him safe. He promised.
The first soldier approaches, weapon raised as he charges towards Bobby, but before he’s even within striking distance he falls to the ground, an arrow embedded in his chest.
Bobby whips his head to look behind him, a relieved laugh spilling from his lips, for charging in behind him is what looks to be a hunting party of fae warriors on horseback.
The fae gallop past him and towards the enemy soldiers who are now beginning to retreat in fear, but it is of no use, for the fae cut them down easily.
Bobby falls to his knees, exhaustion crashing into him like a rolling wave.
“Looks like we arrived in just the nick of time, Mage Robert of Nash”
No pressure tagging: @spotsandsocks @hippolotamus @wikiangela @wildlife4life @watchyourbuck @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @madneywedding @elvensorceress @eddiebabygirldiaz @missmagooglie @monsterrae1 @mellaithwen @loserdiaz @lover-of-mine @ladydorian05 @rainbow-nerdss @thewolvesof1998 @the-likesofus @theotherbuckley @smilingbuckley @tizniz @shitouttabuck @steadfastsaturnsrings @sunshinediaz @spagheddiediaz @dangerpronebuddie @bidisasterevankinard @fortheloveofbuddie @fiona-fififi @giddyupbuck @honestlydarkprincess @homerforsure @hoodie-buck @jeeyuns @neverevan @nmcggg @bekkachaos @captain-hen and as always, anyone else who has something they want to share -> consider this your official tag 🏷
tagged by @steadfastsaturnsrings @malewifediaz @buckaroosheart 💖💖
how did the "fluffy decorating christmas tree fic" turn into eddie being nostalgic about shannon? no idea lmao but I love it haha (also, lowkey a tease for alive shannon bc this hypothetical is what ends up happening there haha)
this fic would've been done already if I didn't get sick bc now i'm barely awake at all times and just so fucking tired lol
i should finish it next week at the latest tho! (if Eddie doesn't take over and make it super long again haha)
prev snippet
___
And Buck knows all that, because he knows Eddie so well, and Eddie- Eddie just loves him so much sometimes it gets overwhelming, just the sheer amount of love he has for this man, who’s currently looking at him with those gorgeous, understanding eyes. And he can’t do anything else but lean in and kiss his pretty pink lips.
“I know.” he whispers, smiling, blinking away tears. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Buck chuckles quietly. Then Eddie looks at Christopher again.
“It’s just hard sometimes, especially during the holidays. She should be here. With Chris.”
“She really should.” Buck wraps one hand around Eddie’s shoulders.
“I think she’d like you.” Eddie muses, leaning his head against Buck’s. “You guys would get along.” He really thinks so, and he also thinks that even if the accident didn’t happen and she didn’t die, he’d eventually give her the divorce she asked for, and inevitably date Buck anyway – he doesn’t think there’s any universe, any scenario, any path he’d take, where he and Buck don’t end up falling in love. If he believed in it, he’d say it’s fate or destiny or some shit like that. (Maybe he does believe, just in this one instance, but no one has to know).
I was tagged by @thewolvesof1998 @jamespearce9-1-1 @daffi-990 and @wikiangela thank youuu 🫶
I've been tinkering with the screaming universe fic (among other things) and I'm still a little uncertain about some parts of it, but I'm making progress... anyway, please have this angsty tidbit:
Eddie asked him to move in on Sunday and Buck could still picture the way his smile wilted and turned into a first confused then angry frown when Buck let the silence stretch instead of an answer.
“So let me get this straight. You moved in with most of your girlfriends after a couple of months, I ask you after nearly a year and you get tongue tied? Seriously, Buck?” His nostrils were flaring and the volume of his voice was climbing higher and higher with each word and Buck still couldn’t utter a word. Not a fucking one.
“Fine. Have it your way then.” Eddie walked into his bedroom and slammed the door shut, leaving Buck to stand in the middle of Eddie’s living room, still unable to conjure up anything to say.
He stood there frozen and mute until he felt like he could move his legs without collapsing and then he was out of the house and behind the wheel and through the loft’s door before he could make a sound again.
And that sound was an ugly sob of guilt and the inevitability of heartbreak.
HI it's been a minute since i posted one of these (or been on here) i'd love to blame my job but it is unfortunately seasonal depression beginning! yay!
anyway here's a little silliness from my 5+1 fic <3
_
“How’s Buck?” May asks with a smirk on her face.
Eddie jumps at the sudden presence in the doorway, his phone nearly flying out of his hand. He still wasn’t used to working a desk job, and was still getting used to everything it entailed. Mediocre coffee, one-ply toilet paper (sociopaths), and people (May and Linda) barging into his office every twenty minutes or so to ask questions that could very easily be sent through that weird Microsoft app that IT installed on his computer against his will a few weeks.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.” She says sweetly, but her knowing smirk still hasn’t faded.
“You said that yesterday. And the day before.” Eddie points out, unable to stop himself from glancing down at his phone. Again.
“You never answered my question.” She makes her way into the office, leaning against his desk as she tries to sneak a glance at his phone, which Eddie promptly clicks off as soon as she’s close enough to be able to read anything.
Eddie rolls his eyes and tosses his phone onto his desk. “That was Carla.” He says a little too confidently.
“Is that why Bobby just called me and told me to come in here and ask you politely to stop texting Buck because he’s behind on chores?" She asks innocently, glancing at Eddie's phone which right on cue, lights up with another message from Buck.
Eddie crosses his arms over his chest. "You call this polite?"
Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).
Was tagged by the amazing @frostbitebakery - and I swear I’m working on more stuff than just my Hades AU character drawings, but it helps me chill, and I cannot exactly share the actual last lines I had been working on so… plus I conveniently forgot how much I’d struggled with Boba in this style ^^; Now here’s a bit of my attempt at Rex, and my mixed feelings about his pretty face. The last line in question was one of the little ones in his collar, I believe
Tagging with no pressure: @nautilicious @traumschwinge @shortmage @razzbberry @sidhebeingbrand @manofbeskar @astrangebird