I did things?!!
I made this to destress cuz i luv all of yer bois :3
Sunflower Sun belongs to @daunsun I love sun flowers so much 💖 and when they mixed SUN? I died.
Cowboy Moon belongs to @castercassette I have a type and Cowboy Moon, he is IT.
Sour candy Sun and Blue Razzberry Moon belong to @suntimeswolliw I told ya. I liked ur bois and I wanted to draw them! :3
Alien Moon belongs to @maudiemoods Bruh, Ren, buddy. You have no idea the brain worms that u provoked me with this AU my brain is ruined, thank u.
This Eclipse design is from @starlightcloudbaby originally wanted to draw him on the Mafia AU (Check out "Sleuth jesters by @naffeclipse" a fic I 100% recommend) but since he doesn't have an official design I stuck to the OG. Also I adoreeee fluffy slivers 💖
Y'all have such pretty AUs hvadlivbdsñdb you all here rotting my brain thank u ✨🔥💖🔥✨
Anyways I'll go and pass out on the floor rn gg
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Gift for @castercassette
Took me a bit, but I hope ya like it<3
(Posted also on my DeviantArt account with credit and link back of course☺️)
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Ive been honored to redesign some cowboys here, eventually leading me to make it as an AU which i called Shut Eye. And honestly Ive got no idea what im gonna do. The name just sounded badass (plus it was based on Shut eye by Stealing Sheep song)
This is the og art by my very good friend diamondrosy7~! She requested me to give them fashion show since she wasn't so happy in clothes she put them in (Even though it looks stunning already) but, I had lots of fun! and eventually gonna make more of those two <3
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Mmmm, jealous 1870s!cowboy!Soap starting a barfight at the saloon bc a guy was being too pushy with his girl 🤭
You hear the glass break before you actually see Johnny's fist crash into the interloper's jaw. You blink at the booze dripping off the strangers face as he struggles to keep his bearings. There's a dark flash in your regular's eyes, one you can't say you'd ever want to see again. You shrink back against your bar when Johnny looks at you. His jaw twitches with how tight he's got it clenched.
"I'll pay for the glass." He rolls up his sleeves and turns his attention back to the man who's rapidly realizing he's just been struck. "Go fetch the doctor, hen, gonna need 'er," He tells you, nodding towards the door. You nod quickly, just quick enough to assure him before he's grabbing the man by the collar to punch again. The way his fist pulls back is hypnotic; the flex of his back and the tightening of his bicep make you hesitate to leave. The spray of blood when he handily breaks the strangers nose sends you out the door.
The conversation you'd had with the stranger rings through your head as cross the street to grab the town doctor.
"It's my bar," You'd corrected when he'd complimented "your husband's" saloon.
"No man lookin' after you, eh?" He'd smirked over his glass. Your eyes had flicked to Johnny asleep against the bar, his glass untouched next to his folded arms. You'd given him a double, sure he'd worked a long day and promised to bring him a meal as quick as you could. He'd hardly waited for the words to leave your mouth before waving you off to sleep. "Bet you like that," The stranger had said, dragging your attention back to him, "bet a woman like you takes every man she can get her hands on."
"What's that supposed to mean?" You'd scowled.
"It means, whatever your rate is I'll pay it," He'd finished his drink, and tacked on for good measure, "haven't had good pussy in months." Before the glass had broken and Johnny was flying at him.
Duck meets you outside her office as a regular goes flying through the saloon doors behind you. She's already got her bag, hustling past you before you can even give her the situation. You give a quick heel turn to follow her, stepping over the Johnson boy with a half apologetic shrug when he groans and rolls onto his side. Duck holds the door open for you, her mouth in a hard line as you both watch blood drip off Johnny's knuckles.
His chest heaves with breaths as he stands over the unconscious body of the man who'd insulted you. Although you wouldn't recognize the stranger now, you'd guess he's missing a few teeth, and his cheeks puff around a broken jaw. One of his compatriots is strewn over a nearby table with a broken arm slung at an odd angle behind his back. You grimace at the turned over chairs and spilled drinks.
Johnny wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, smearing the sweat with the blood on his hand. Duck shakes her head and pushes past him to treat his unconscious victims.
"Fuck did you do to 'im?" The doctor asks, crouching and pulling different gauze and instruments out of her bag.
"Nothin' he didn't deserve," Johnny reasons, rolling his shoulders back with a soft pop and a low groan. Something low in the pit of your stomach clenches tight and warm when he looks over his shoulder at you. You squeeze your hands into fists and push through the chaos to get something high proof for the doctor to clean up with.
"There's a bed upstairs," You tell the room, pouring a tall glass of something clear and strong enough to strip paint, "if you want to finish your nap before the sheriff shows up."
You set the glass on the bar and let yourself meet Soap's eye. He's got a cut bleeding on his brow and a hell of a shiner starting to purple on his cheek, but he smiles at you brilliantly. You look away to find a broom and starting cleaning up his mess. You know he'll find his way to your rooms, and you'll have to pull him out of your bed despite there being plenty of open guest rooms. You know too that later you'll push your face against the pillow and try to find the lingering scent of his soap.
Folks in town know better than to get pushy with you when your dog is around, but strangers always take the gamble.
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