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OMG GUYS NEW SONIC IDW #81 PANEL PREVIEW!👀

its like totally real and NOT fake at all-

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boxer ford boxer ford

hell yeah dude

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its so awesome that you can straight up write fanfiction in your head to help yourself fall asleep and it doesnt even have to be good or something anyone would ever want to read. even yourself

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hey guys, I recently had to quit my job, so I’m re-opening commissions! Please don’t be shy to send me a PM, I don’t bite lol. I will be posting this on my general art blog as well.

If you are someone that uses US currency, use this converter here to send the right amount ;p

here is my PayPal!

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Hey guys! Just letting you all know that comissions are still very much open! If you want a piece done by me just private message me with your self ship, a reference post or a description of what you would like, and the level of completion you would like. I look forward to receiving all your lovely requests! <3

hey guys, I recently had to quit my job, so I’m re-opening commissions! Please don’t be shy to send me a PM, I don’t bite lol. I will be posting this on my general art blog as well.

If you are someone that uses US currency, use this converter here to send the right amount ;p

here is my PayPal!

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Twin Size Mattress

Hector x GN Reader Fluff

was going to make this angst but I couldn’t bear to do that to my favorite hvac </3

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You and Hector decided to take a relaxing lake-side voyage for summer, relinquishing the drab cycle of corporate life.

The cabin smelled like dust and old wood, but you barely noticed due to the first thing you saw when you jostled the door open:

twelve beds.

Separated in two rows of six, stretching out like some twisted summer camp horror movie.

Hector, of course, reacted like the universe had a personal vendetta against him.

“…This is-” you start.

“A trap,” Hector interrupts gravely, frame lolling as he storms inside. “They seek to mock us. To mock me. They knew we would only ever need one bed, and yet- look at it.” He throws a hand out dramatically at the endless row of mattresses. “A cruel joke from fate itself!”

You blink. “…Or it’s just the wrong room?”

Hector isn’t listening. He’s pacing between the beds like a general surveying a battlefield. “If we choose one… we betray the others. If we choose two…” His voice drops, low and sulking. “…we betray ourselves.”

You drop your bag and sit on the nearest mattress. “Hector, they’re literally just beds.”

He was always one for the dramatics.

He gasps like you’ve spoken blasphemy. “Just beds? Just? My love, you wound me! These are symbols of… of restraint! Of temptation! They whisper, ‘separate yourselves, cling to modesty, deny the truth of your bond.’” He clutches his chest, swaying as though overcome with emotion.

You flop back onto the mattress, laughing. “Okay, Mr. Overdramatic. Then what do you suggest we do in this unfortunate predicament?”

Without hesitation, Hector strides over, grabs the blanket, and yanks it with a flourish. “We shall fuse them!”

“…Fuse?”

“Yes.” His curls are already falling into his eyes, wild with fervor. “Push them together, one by one, until all twelve are joined as a glorious altar of devotion. Only then will this cursed room know peace!”

You prop yourself up on your elbows, watching as he struggles to shove two twin beds together, muttering battle cries under his breath.

“… Need… need some help, darling?” You mutter through a half chuckle.

Your jest goes unnoticed, but by the time he’s finished, the room is an absolute mess. Sheets tangled, bedframes crooked, the world’s lumpiest megabed dominating the cabin. Hector collapses onto it, breathless but victorious.

“Now,” he declares, arms open wide. “We have defeated the tyranny of too many beds. Join me, dearest, upon the One True Mattress!”

You climb onto the disaster of blankets and springs, shaking your head. Your body meets Hector’s at the center, warm and lightly coated in sweat. “This is ridiculous.”

“Yes,” he murmurs, curling into you immediately. “Ridiculously perfect.”

Hector is draped over you like a velvet blanket, curls tickling your cheek, his voice barely audible as he whispers, “See? The cosmos bend to our will. Even the beds-”

*CRRREEEAAAK*

Both of you freeze.

Then, before you both can react further-

*THUD*

The middle section of the twelve-bed monstrosity collapses like a sinkhole, swallowing you both. One side tilts upward, the other dips down, and suddenly you and Hector are sliding helplessly into the abyss of squeaky mattress springs and sheets.

You burst out laughing. Hector, however, looks betrayed.

“No-no! Treachery!” He flails dramatically, limbs tangled in sheets, one leg sticking straight up like a flag of surrender. “My creation has turned against us! It was never loyal-it was a traitor from the start!”

“Hector-” you wheeze, clutching your stomach. “It’s just gravity-”

“Do not defend it!” he cries, pointing an accusatory finger at the broken bed pile. “This… this Judas of furniture shall not stand in the way of my devotion!”

He tries to climb out, but the more he thrashes, the deeper he sinks into the chaos of lumpy mattresses. Eventually, he flops against you with a long, tragic sigh.

“…Fine,” he mutters, utterly defeated. “So be it. The beds win tonight. But you,” he tilts his head, eyes glinting in the moonlight, “you’re still mine. And I refuse to let even a mattress conspiracy separate us.”

You kiss his forehead, still giggling. “Guess we’re stuck here until morning.”

“Stuck,” Hector repeats solemnly, wrapping himself tighter around you without a semblance for release. “Yes. Gloriously, irrevocably stuck.” He spews while lacing your body with tender kisses.

The next morning, the two of you awake to banging at the old, wooden door.

You groan, trying to peel yourself out of the twisted nest of bedsheets and uneven mattress springs. Hector only tightens his hold, murmuring sleepily, “No interruptions. They can wait. The world can wait.”

The banging comes again, louder. This time, a voice follows:

“Uh- sorry to bother you folks, but- uh, think there was a mix-up with your room!”

You freeze mid-stretch. Hector snaps awake instantly, like a cat hearing the rattle of food. His eyes go wide. “A… mix-up?”

You sit up, hair mussed, clothes wrinkled from the mattress catastrophe.

Making your way to the door, you spout while opening it, “What do you mean?”

“Yeah, uh…” the landlord’s voice wavers, like he’s trying to be casual about it. He’s an older man holding a large, beaten basket at his side. “Turns out your reservation was s’posed to be the honeymoon suite. Real nice joint. Fireplace, canopy bed, champagne on the dresser. Somebody switched the numbers ‘round, so you two ended up in, uh…” There’s an awkward pause. “…the scout troop bunkhouse.”

You glance back at the ruin of twelve crooked, half-destroyed beds shoved together in a Frankenstein huddle. Hector follows your gaze and goes pale.

“This… was not fate?” he whispers. His voice trembles, curls falling into his eyes. “Not destiny? Not some divine trial of love and loyalty, meant to test us?”

The landlord clears his throat. “Nope. Just… uh… clerical error on our end. Sorry ‘bout that!”

Silence.

Hector collapses back onto the heap with a wail, arm flung over his face like he’s on stage. “My opus! My magnum bedum! Reduced to mere accident!”

You bite back laughter, lazily leaning against the door. The landlord’s still standing there, awkwardly fetching two champagne flutes from the rickety basket.

“We’ll, uh, get you folks set up in the proper room right away,” he says. “Sorry ‘bout all… this.” He gestures vaguely at the sight of Hector rolling around in the bed carnage, muttering about betrayal.

You smile politely. “No worries. He’ll… recover. Oh!- and we’ll help clean up the mess.”

Behind you, Hector rises from the wreckage like a gothic phantom, sheet draped over his shoulders like a cape. His eyes glint with melodramatic intensity.

You just shake your head, tugging him up before he can launch into another speech. “Come on, drama king. Let’s clean up so we can see the honeymoon suite.”

Hector hesitates, then presses a hand to the nearest crooked mattress like he’s saying farewell to a fallen comrade. “Very well,” he sighs, sweeping the sheet-cape around himself. “But know this- though destiny was mistaken, though bureaucracy conspired against us- I shall never forget the night we conquered too many beds.”

You laugh, slipping your hand into his.

After the cleanup, together, you leave behind the remnants of the Twelve-Bed Betrayal, stepping toward a future with only one bed- and one very melodramatic lover to share it with.

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Short one for today :3 I saw the “too many beds” trope on a list and listened to that song recently, so had to get this one out for our obsessed hvac.

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I'm cooking more things so I'll be very patient with myself(I cant)

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"Lucifer, I think that's enough-"

"Just a few more, darling! These will be quick I promise!"

You sigh and shake your head at your newly-wedded husband. You've been standing in your wedding dress and holding your bouquet for what felt like forever now, doing all sorts of poses for Lucifer as he hovered over the shoulder of a demon photographer behind his camera. Watching very intently as he snapped picture after picture of you in front of this lake, or that fountain. Voicing his approval or disapproval after every click. Sometimes even instructing the poor creature on how best to capture your beauty in a single frame. As if this wasn't the man's very profession.

You were at your wits end and you could tell the demon simply wanted to be done with this whole thing, but was trying to be as accommodating as possible to his highness. You understood Lucifer's desire for everything about this day to be perfect. But enough was enough. You were ready to get off your feet and relax after such a long day. Besides, it was almost time to eat soon. And that wedding cake was calling your name.

"Honey, why don't you join me for a couple?" You suggest to your husband, gesturing to the empty space beside you.

"But-"

"Please? It's our day. We should both be in some of these. Not just me."

After a moment, Lucifer nods and quickly makes his way over to you. Straightening his suit and running his fingers through his blonde hair. Once he's within arms reach, you turn him towards you and start adjusting his bowtie. Speaking quietly to him so only he can hear.

"There is no need to be so fussy about the pictures. I'm sure they'll look wonderful." You tell him.

"I'm sorry," he says, looking at the ground sheepishly. "it's just that you're so beautiful... and I can't believe this is all happening. I want to make as many memories about this day as possible."

"I know. But we'll remember this day even without the pictures," you glance over at the wedding ring on your finger and you smile. Joy swells in your chest whenever you see it. "you'll always have me right here. And I'm not going anywhere, you understand?"

He nods, smiling warmly.

"Now, be a good boy and let the photographers do their jobs," you say firmly before leaning in and pressing your lips to his ear. Your voice drops to a whisper that makes his whole body shiver. "we can take some pictures of our own later tonight when you peel this dress of me. Okay?"

You hear him audibly gulp and nod quickly before you turn him towards the camera and smile~

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Hector from date everything in my style!^^

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got this idea from love you madly on ao3

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Your Hector art feeds me, know the freak in me loves the freak in you and may flowers bloom where you walk.

You are so sweet!! That's such high praise, I appreciate it 💖💖

You know what? I like you, have this sketch of my body type headcanon for Hector that I have lying around > u <

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So... Date everything huh?

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I need that HVAC y'know

he's in his underwear underneath so like beware I guess? (nothing explicit I just wanted to draw him like that)

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Firstly- ur art makes me kick my feet and giggle every time I see it ITS JUST SO INCREDIBLY CUTE

can u draw hector like super mega flustered, or like really blushy n stuff…

Ah, thank you! (*ˊᗜˋ*)

Overheating HVAC 💨

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A quick doodle of him

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So uh

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Bro I haven't drawn in weeks but...Hectorrrrr 🥴💖💖💖 practicing how to draw him, and honestly it feels nice to get a feel for drawing double chins cause (as a haver myself) its time to stop pretending theyre not attractive 😤

Also in case the vent joke doesnt land, I imagine that's post-dateviator acquisition but pre-meeting Hector so I'm just confused about a disembodied voice blessing me 😂

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