i wasn't gonna post anything but i wrote quite a lot today and need validation lmao (I think I might be about halfway done but who knows, it always gets away from me haha)
today some buckley siblings feels, and hopefully soon ill get to the fluffy christmas part haha
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"(...) I used to make stuff for Maddie, and then when I was older I would save money to buy her something small and mostly symbolic.” he glances at Eddie. There’s a mix of bittersweet nostalgia and sadness on his face. “She made all my Christmases bearable, and after she left-” he stops abruptly and quietly clears his throat. When he speaks again, he doesn’t finish the sentence. Eddie wants to ask, but he figures Buck will share what he’s comfortable sharing, he doesn’t want to push. “But that was the one thing I wanted so badly, more than anything, more than any cool toys or- or anything,” he chuckles again, “and Maddie tried to give it to me, and she got in trouble for it. So after that, I just never asked again.”
“Buck.” Eddie says softly, wishing he could do anything to make it better, to fucking go back in time and give Buck all the Christmases he ever dreamt about.
“But I always wished-” Buck continues, then glances at Eddie nervously.
“Wished what?” Eddie’s thumb softly swipes along Buck’s neck and jawline, as far as he can reach. He just wants to comfort him somehow, and at the moment this is the only way he knows how, just a comforting touch, being there, listening.
“That one day, when I grew up,” Buck looks down at his lap again, his voice getting even quieter, “I’d have my own family and I’m gonna do matching Christmas sweaters every single year, and take tons of pictures of us all together, and-” he pauses again, and, with a teary laugh, raises his hand to wipe at his eyes. Eddie wants to wrap him in his arms and hold him. (...) “But it doesn’t matter, I don’t-” Buck shakes his head, and leans away from Eddie’s touch. Eddie aches to keep touching him, to reach out and follow, but he respects that clearly that’s not what Buck wants anymore, that’s fine. “I don’t have my own family yet, so it doesn't matter. Let’s just drop it.” he says, tone decisive, face red, eyes glued to the screen again.
Eddie frowns. What the hell is Buck talking about? He has a family, right here.
hello can you please show us details on the demolition lovers costume they fuck severely
I gotchu buddy
Sorry this took me a bit to get to, the dress was not in my possession since it was a gift for my friend, but I borrowed it to make some repairs! (honestly for not making a test patch and then sending thru the durability test that is dancing and jumping around for an MCR cover band I'm surprised the casualties were kept to like, one or two strands)
Also here's a video of it in motion! Since pics don't capture how much the beads sparkle plus how much motion the dangly bits have
I'll take closeups of the suit when I have the time n add em to this post, hopefully tomorrow?
[Image ID: A digital sketch-reference-thing of Buck Vernon from Vide Noir, except he's been turned into an anthropomorphic whitetail deer skeleton. He's even got cute deer ears. He holds his guitar in one skeletal hand, hollow eye sockets holding just tiny lights in them. In the top two corners are profiles of his skull; to the left, with Vide Noir dripping down his jaw, and to the right, with smoke billowing from the mouth. Another sketch shows Buck staring sadly at his emerald ring, thinking about the past or something. The whole image is tinted in dark green, and a starry background sits behind the drawings. A box in the bottom left is titled 'Buck Vernon But Weird', and lists four points: 'Whitetail deer skeleton', 'usually coughing something up', 'Blackened brain, charred lungs, and worst of all, a broken heart :(', and 'he's so sad it's like if depression had a fursona'. End ID]