“Davey – Day, c'mon, y’ain’t makin’ any sense…” Jack says gently, rubbing his hand across Davey’s shoulders. “I mean, d’ya just not like her? ‘Cause there ain’t nothin’ wrong with that, sometimes a girl just ain’t the one-”
“But she was.” Davey insists, and he feels all the more like a child for it. “She – she was smart, a-and funny, and beautiful, and if there was ever a girl I could’ve liked, could’ve – could’ve been with, it’d be her, b-but I… I just…”
He takes a painful breath, his voice crushed - like shards of glass - into his throat.
“Jackie, I don’t…” He whispers as hot tears scald his cheeks. “I think there’s something wrong with me?”
His voice pitches up at the end like a question – but he knows the moment the words are said, the moment the thought is finally put into existence, that it’s not. There’s something wrong with him. He knows it. He knows it. And now Jack does, too.
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Some doodles, plus warmup scribbles lol. I need to go pick up a new sketchbook today im running out of paper 😂
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dooble of @shepscapades detroit become hermitcraft etho!! i dont consider myself a “visual artist” bc i mostly work with fabrics and yarns and threads, but i like to draw when the Spirit catches me!! and bOY HOWDY does dbhc have a big net!!!! you can thank @4sealsinatrenchcoat for my subject of brainrot.
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Chibi commission of a mourning dove!
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After a long day of fighting the war on capitalism on the side of capitalism he comes home and has gotta blow off some steam
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Artblock is still kicking my butt, but finally this set is finished! It's for a little event thingy themed "animals and baked goods" - it's such a cute theme, I couldn't pass it up
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Yet another tiny doodle of Callum!
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"I am not a plant killer," Davey says primly, glaring at the shrivelled leaves as if they've personally wronged him. "The plants simply refuse to match my energy despite being invited into my space. And if my therapist is to be believed, that's their problem."
Jack raises an eyebrow as he snips off another yellowing leaf.
"So murdering your poor monstera is self-care, then?"
"Yes." Davey nods curtly. "Girlboss. Slay. Et cetera."
Jack shoots him an amused look, and he at least has the decency to blush a little.
"Look, I don't claim to know the lingo-!"
"No, no," Jack chuckles as he presses more soil around the freshly trimmed roots. "Girlboss, slay, et cetera - I get you. I'm pickin' up what you're puttin' down, Jacobs."
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pheasant pigeon scribble. legs are busted as usual though
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Day 4 - Dodge
Another barely related pic, not my best work but sometimes I need a break to just draw some feathers.
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