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gift art for @classicsinga

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this serveee wait

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quick angelo studies

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never change domonic

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late artfight revenge with my oc aaron and @red-dead-simp 's oc ben

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Book him. And tell him to stop making those eyes at the camera.

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mauga overwatch come out and playyyyyyy

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domonic outside the hq

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final artfight attack @lemmie-emmie

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The Freshmen

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The Freshmen

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The Freshmen

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Quick little doodle lol

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WIP Wednesday!!!! Tagged by @and-its-with-one-l-bitch, ty for taggin me bae. Tagging @alien-queen-arts @zennicai @classicsinga @megafreeman and @heartsnbruises!!!!

He looked up at the staircase, still unfamiliar territory to him. Even though he’d been crashing here for a couple of days now, he hadn’t once been upstairs. It felt like a line he wasn’t supposed to cross.

As he was just about to call out for her when the faint music upstairs came to a stop. A few seconds later, he heard the soft click of a door opening, then closing. Her footsteps followed.

When she came into view, Domonic blinked.

She’d changed her outfit completely, trading her casual clothes for a white sundress printed with soft purple and pink florals that covered the dress. Her wedges clicked neatly against the hardwood, while gold bracelets wrapped around her wrist. A thin chain lay against her collarbone, and her hair had been blown out, full, soft, and framing her face like something out of a photo shoot.

She had her keys and purse in hand, but stopped midway down the stairs when she caught Dom’s expression. Her gaze dipped from his sneakers to his outdated, long-sleeved, and baggy jeans.

“Wow,” she said with a smirk. “You look fresh out of two... thousand... five. Are you okay?”

The way she dragged out the date made his ears burn. Domonic didn’t even catch the joke at first. He was still staring, a little too hard.

“Y-Yeah!” he said quickly, blinking and snapping out of it. “I’m just... hungry.”

Brianna raised an eyebrow and walked past him toward the door, brushing his shoulder lightly with her arm as she passed. “Uh-huh. Let’s get you somethin’ to eat.”

Domonic shook his head, a small grin tugging at his lips. “Can we stop by—”

“Freckle Bitch’s? Yeah, I figured you’d ask,” Brianna cut in as she opened the front door. “They serve all-day breakfast now, you know.”

That made his brows lift. He followed after her and held the door. “Oh yeah? How’s it taste?”

She glanced over her shoulder, making a face. “Let’s just say I’ll be sticking to the lunch menu.”

He let out a short laugh, locking the door behind them. As he turned around, his eyes couldn’t help but trail down, catching the way she walked ahead of him toward the car. He smirked to himself but quickly shook it off, trying not to let his thoughts wander.

Jogging up, he reached the car first and opened the driver’s door for her. “Mi reinaaaa~” he said with a playful drawl.

Brianna chuckled, rolling her eyes as she slid into the seat. “It does feel nice today. Glad I picked the right outfit.”

Dom nodded, giving her another look. “Yeah, you look damn good,” he teased, adding a low, joking growl for emphasis.

She laughed, blushing slightly as she waved him off. “Boy, stop playin’ and get in the car.”

Grinning wide now, Domonic shut her door and jogged around to the passenger side, still cheesin’ as he climbed in, pretty proud of himself for getting her to laugh like that.

As Domonic got into the car, he caught Brianna adjusting her reflection in the visor mirror. He thought about checking his own, just to look occupied, but decided against it. She flipped the mirror up, slid the key into the ignition, and started the car.

“It’s twenty after ten,” she said, backing out of the driveway. “By the time we get to Freckle Bitch’s, they should be switching over to the lunch menu.”

The radio came on, and KRhyme FM filled the car with Kelis’s "Trick Me", the bass thumping under her calm driving.

As they rolled through the suburbs, Domonic took in the scenery. He hadn’t gotten a good look at the city during the courthouse breakout, too dark and way too much going on. And Gat had been speeding like hell. Now in the daylight, everything looked... different.

“This used to be nothin’ but forest and hills,” he said, eyeing the rows of freshly built homes and small storefronts lining the main road. Brianna waited at a stop sign, her eyes following traffic before she turned. “Yeah, the city expanded the limits a couple of years back. There’s even campgrounds past all those houses, but it’s like a thirty-minute drive out.”

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @snail-eggs, thank you, my favorite author. Tagging @stilwaterangel , @masschase , @lildrawsart , @throwaway-settings @johnnygatfucker because I wanna see!

Carrie has been beating me with stale baguettes for months now so here is a snippet from Endlessly Caving In Chapter 4!!!

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Barely a whisper of a kiss, a tease more than anything else as she leans up and presses her lips to the underside of his jaw. He smells like fruit, like the cheap soap he buys that smells like oranges and passionfruit— it covers the scent of gunpowder just well enough. Tito goes stiff as a board, choking on the sound he makes, and leans back against the van to stare down at her with wide, startled eyes. “What was that?” he whispers urgently, looking at her like she just tried to stab him.

Shaundi tilts her head, a bemused expression on her face as she takes in the ridiculous flush already creeping across his cheeks. This can’t be the same man who helped bury Shogo alive… but then, that’s Tito all over. A wrecking ball with the romantic constitution of a deer in the headlights.

She laughs as she leans in a little closer, giving him some of the room he needs while staying close enough to catch him if he tries to bolt. “That? That was kissing you, dummy. Or I was trying to, ‘til you ruined it with all that... flailing. Don’t worry,” she teases, pitching her voice down to a conspiratorial whisper. “I won’t tell anyone. Your big, broody rep is safe with me.”

“You… are such an asshole,” he whispers back, voice low and uneven, rubbing a calloused palm roughly over the blush he can feel searing his face. Fucking humiliating. Tito groans, shakes his head in disbelief that he’s even letting this happen. “Caught me off guard. Just…” His voice dips, again, muttering more to himself than to her. “Slow. Don’t make a thing of it.”

Shaundi blinks, a little taken aback, but she recovers fast. She’s done this a thousand times, a thousand ways, with a thousand guys who weren't nearly as nice looking. So she sucks in a breath and nods.

First-timer. The thought sends a little thrill through her, a buzz that’s all too familiar, but the grin that accompanies it is as sincere as the hand she has fisted in the collar of his shirt. Her fingers unwind from the cotton, her hand sliding down to flatten against his chest, and she gives it a few firm, reassuring pats – like she’s checking he won’t blow away in the wind if she pushes too hard. He’s as nervous as she was with her first kiss – probably worse – and dwelling on that makes something in her chest flip in a way she doesn’t want to examine right now.

"Right... okay.” She lifts her hand to cup the side of his face, grounding him and silently reassuring him that it's okay. "Slow and steady." Shaundi shoots him a lopsided smile, the same one she uses before she does something reckless. "Got it."

Then she leans up again, and this time she’s careful. She presses a gentle kiss against his lips, a chaste little thing that’s almost like an apology, a reassurance that it’s all gonna be alright. She holds the contact for just a moment, feeling his pulse jump under her fingers as she cradles his jaw, before she pulls back just far enough to make sure he’s still with her. To her surprise, he is.

What’s headier is that he’s looking at her like he actually- fuck, like she’s real, not just another warm body or a quick fix. Looking right at her, like he does when she steals fries from his wrapper or when she teases him for his stupid mustache. Her throat tightens, and suddenly she’s the one off balance.

Shaundi waits for the penny to drop, for him to laugh and call her a tease, but he doesn’t. He just waits, breath ragged, like he’s terrified of messing this thing between them up, whatever it is. She realises, with a sharp inhale, that this is where she could ruin him.

“Oh my god, stop,” she groans, covering his eyes with her hand so she doesn’t have to look at that kicked-puppy stare he’s got going on right now. Before he can start talking himself into a hole again, Shaundi kisses him - harder the second time - to hide the shakes he’s given her. It’s not rough, but it’s sure, and she feels Tito sigh into that one, big hands coming up to hover over her waist, his eyelashes fluttering against her palm.

Shaundi’s hand slides back to gently grasp the back of his neck, fingers threading into the curls at his nape. They’re just a little damp there. It’s a firm pressure and a tug that pulls him ever so slightly closer. She moves deliberately, teaching him the rhythm, the give and take, and she hums approvingly when she feels him push back, just a little.

“That’s it,” Shaundi murmurs against his lips. “Just… like… this,” each word punctuated with another press of her mouth to his. Slow and steady, just like she promised.

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @snail-eggs, thank you, my favorite author. Tagging @stilwaterangel , @masschase , @lildrawsart , @throwaway-settings @johnnygatfucker because I wanna see!

Carrie has been beating me with stale baguettes for months now so here is a snippet from Endlessly Caving In Chapter 4!!!

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Barely a whisper of a kiss, a tease more than anything else as she leans up and presses her lips to the underside of his jaw. He smells like fruit, like the cheap soap he buys that smells like oranges and passionfruit— it covers the scent of gunpowder just well enough. Tito goes stiff as a board, choking on the sound he makes, and leans back against the van to stare down at her with wide, startled eyes. “What was that?” he whispers urgently, looking at her like she just tried to stab him.

Shaundi tilts her head, a bemused expression on her face as she takes in the ridiculous flush already creeping across his cheeks. This can’t be the same man who helped bury Shogo alive… but then, that’s Tito all over. A wrecking ball with the romantic constitution of a deer in the headlights.

She laughs as she leans in a little closer, giving him some of the room he needs while staying close enough to catch him if he tries to bolt. “That? That was kissing you, dummy. Or I was trying to, ‘til you ruined it with all that... flailing. Don’t worry,” she teases, pitching her voice down to a conspiratorial whisper. “I won’t tell anyone. Your big, broody rep is safe with me.”

“You… are such an asshole,” he whispers back, voice low and uneven, rubbing a calloused palm roughly over the blush he can feel searing his face. Fucking humiliating. Tito groans, shakes his head in disbelief that he’s even letting this happen. “Caught me off guard. Just…” His voice dips, again, muttering more to himself than to her. “Slow. Don’t make a thing of it.”

Shaundi blinks, a little taken aback, but she recovers fast. She’s done this a thousand times, a thousand ways, with a thousand guys who weren't nearly as nice looking. So she sucks in a breath and nods.

First-timer. The thought sends a little thrill through her, a buzz that’s all too familiar, but the grin that accompanies it is as sincere as the hand she has fisted in the collar of his shirt. Her fingers unwind from the cotton, her hand sliding down to flatten against his chest, and she gives it a few firm, reassuring pats – like she’s checking he won’t blow away in the wind if she pushes too hard. He’s as nervous as she was with her first kiss – probably worse – and dwelling on that makes something in her chest flip in a way she doesn’t want to examine right now.

"Right... okay.” She lifts her hand to cup the side of his face, grounding him and silently reassuring him that it's okay. "Slow and steady." Shaundi shoots him a lopsided smile, the same one she uses before she does something reckless. "Got it."

Then she leans up again, and this time she’s careful. She presses a gentle kiss against his lips, a chaste little thing that’s almost like an apology, a reassurance that it’s all gonna be alright. She holds the contact for just a moment, feeling his pulse jump under her fingers as she cradles his jaw, before she pulls back just far enough to make sure he’s still with her. To her surprise, he is.

What’s headier is that he’s looking at her like he actually- fuck, like she’s real, not just another warm body or a quick fix. Looking right at her, like he does when she steals fries from his wrapper or when she teases him for his stupid mustache. Her throat tightens, and suddenly she’s the one off balance.

Shaundi waits for the penny to drop, for him to laugh and call her a tease, but he doesn’t. He just waits, breath ragged, like he’s terrified of messing this thing between them up, whatever it is. She realises, with a sharp inhale, that this is where she could ruin him.

“Oh my god, stop,” she groans, covering his eyes with her hand so she doesn’t have to look at that kicked-puppy stare he’s got going on right now. Before he can start talking himself into a hole again, Shaundi kisses him - harder the second time - to hide the shakes he’s given her. It’s not rough, but it’s sure, and she feels Tito sigh into that one, big hands coming up to hover over her waist, his eyelashes fluttering against her palm.

Shaundi’s hand slides back to gently grasp the back of his neck, fingers threading into the curls at his nape. They’re just a little damp there. It’s a firm pressure and a tug that pulls him ever so slightly closer. She moves deliberately, teaching him the rhythm, the give and take, and she hums approvingly when she feels him push back, just a little.

“That’s it,” Shaundi murmurs against his lips. “Just… like… this,” each word punctuated with another press of her mouth to his. Slow and steady, just like she promised.

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