#C2ndy2c1d

[whimsywhirlie]

Beach time

I really liked the beach comic that @junkmix aka @c2ndy2c1d​ posted about her comic Rockababy, and I thought I’d write a small fic about this panel! I really like the idea of BonesxRichie, so I got a bit excited about the potential conversation they could have. This is the first time I’ve written a fan fic, so I hope I did well!

“Just think about it Bones,” Richie exclaims as he excitedly snaps more photos of the mildly confused but mostly indifferent seals, “any single one of these beautiful creatures could be a selkie in disguise! Can you imagine such a sight?”

“Nope. Seems pretty far fetched to me.” Bones calmly replied as he and Buttons wave farewell to an actual selkie hidden behind some rocks. Seeing that the girl safely managed to escape undetected, Bones then calmly walks over to where Richie is currently taking photos of a particularly cute pair of baby seals.

“Selkies ain’t aliens though, right?” he asked. Richie’s eyes lit up in a way that Bones knew meant trouble. Richie’s geek out switch had been flipped, and there was no escape.

“Well, it’s interesting that you say that because yes, but technically no, but maybe also yes,” Richie gushes, “Selkies have long been considered mythical creatures that originate here on earth, but NESB has made contact with an alien race with almost identical qualities and thus that race has taken on the name of selkies but recent research may suggest that our myth of the selkie comes from-” Richie finds his mouth covered by a hand.

“I’m gonna stop ya right there Sci-fi,” Bones chuckles, “I like hearing you talk about your hard-on for aliens as much as the next guy, but we’re on a sunny beach and this is my sweet paid vacation time.” He can almost feel the pout Richie is making under his hand, and he can definitely see his eyebrows cutely furrowed in disappointment.

“Look, hows about we talk selkies when we get back? I’ll listen to every single word you have to say about them.”  As he removes his hand, Bones amends his former statement with a sigh. Richie smiles cheekily in response.

“AND you’ll help me look for them in my photos?” Richie’s eyes light up again. “You know I’m pretty bad at spotting aliens, right? Your skills can really come in handy~!”

“Fine, it’s a deal.” he groans. There go his evenings for the next few days. Not that he minds too much; Richie was a nerd but he was far from boring. It was kind of cute how he would ramble on about the things that he had a passion for; Bones especially enjoyed how animated his face would get when he felt like he made a really important point. He was jostled out of his thoughts by a spray of confetti.

“Hey, I was asking what we should do next?” Richie inquired with a raised eyebrow. Looking at Buttons, who cutely giggled at the confetti that was still probably attached to his face, Bones took a minute to think before replying.

“How about we check out the tide pools? Buttons can see some weird sea creatures, and you can explain them to her. A win-win situation, really.” Buttons squeaks in agreement, a glint of curiosity and excitement in her eyes as she hops over to Richie and situates herself on his shoulder after a helping hand.

“Sounds good,” Richie pauses, “But what about you?”

“Well, you don’t have any photos with Buttons yet, right? Let me take over as the photographer for a while; I wanna take pictures of you two.” Bones smiles sheepishly

Richie blushes.

“Y-you want to do that? For me? I- thanks, I’m not an interesting subject but I really appreciate you doing that for me, Bones.” He bashfully takes off his camera and hands it over. Bones carefully receives the camera and puts it on.

“Don’t mention it. The photos from today wouldn’t be complete if you weren’t in any of them, Richie. You’re a part of our group now, and we like having you here with us.” Bones chuckles reassuringly. “Now, let's go harass some starfish.”

Richie laughs as they head on to the tide pools. Bones took many adorable pictures of Richie and Buttons together, as well as pictures of just Richie. If he had to pick a favorite, it would definitely be the one of Richie smiling at him. Damn. Richie was kind of beautiful, and Bones had no idea what to do about it.

[cd38]

EdRolf/RolfEd needs more attention but that doesn't means the characters should be sexualised, Nathan (Nat) is a pervert and is very much the creator trying to replace Rolf as him being Kevin's childhood friend. Doesn't means i don't like their art and i do find the assassin AU interesting.

[thelastmelinian]

‪#Rockababy I needed a break from the animatic I’ve been working on. ‬

[hatchet-creek]

STAWP- this comic was part of my childhood Fr. ❤️

Laughing

So I know that recently c2ndy2c1d’s kevedd fanbook made it onto a yaoi manga reader site… And I am seriously wondering how many people c2ndy2c1d is corrupting with that being on there.

[cityboys-modelgirls]

remembered that c2ndy2c1d deleted their blog and got heartbroken all over again😔

[llimerrence]

see id reblog that "muses i have considered writing" meme but like.... i usually write most of the ones i consider lmao i just dont use them lots. im still gonna reblog it but... have this for now:

muses i used to write that id consider bringing back if i was given a reason to:

Amity & Luz (au) (owl house)

Anastasia (au) (cinderella)

the entire camp cretaceous crew

capper (mlp)

cindy lou who

finn / fiona (aventure time)

fiyero (musical version specifically derrick williams)

galinda (musical version / hc based)

hunter (au) (owl house)

kevin (inspired by c2ndy2c1d)

lars (su)

Marceline (at)

penn (penn zero)

barbie ("malibu")

belle (ouat)

emily (corpse bride)

marianne (strange magic)

mia (mia and me)

moana (au)

once-ler (lorax cause fuck u)

ocs id consider bringing back if even 1 person asked lol

alyssa i-am (seuss)

blair (stardew)

caliban (anthro/ none)

dallan (brave)

lore (seuss)

mia (none)

Mira (skyrim)

red (none)

robin (tangled lowkey)

[fukawasgf]

numbuh one supporterz !!

(press on for better quality , please</3)

[furipasart]

ASL is a bit hard to do by drawing but I hope I did okay! Confessing is hard lol

[nanaookamiworld]

This is not my work, it is from c2ndy2c1d, I have reuploaded it because no matter how hard I searched, I did not find the complete gallery of these images (I found it in parts) in this way the people who look for them can find them

[spaghetti-spider]

I'm so happy to have this come in today!!

[little-miss-mash]

The camp crystal lake at by c2ndy2c1d def needs more “abused children’ but wholesome characters. I nominate counselor Carrie, and my two favorite overpowered children, samara and Matilda.

I think Carrie and Jason would really bond over people hating them all their life, 

Matilda and samara would just make a great vaudeville comedy duo to be a handful around the camp.  Samara is always smothered in sunscreen and avoiding the sun.  When Jason accidentally jump-scares Carrie her powers go off but he helps her calm down with some breathing exercises and promises to try not to do it again. Oh my god Mama V trying to kill Carrie but telekinetic shenanigans ensue. Also Carrie high key getting major sus vibes from this fanatic sex-hating overbearing mother figure is gold. She could be the friend Jason really needs. Add in some tension of her being on Mama Vs trail and ooooooh.

I know Matilda isn’t a horror character but COME ON she’s so perf. Also ms honey dropping off Matilda and just being gobsmacked by Jason, but charmed as well. Does she become a counselor? Do I ship her with an aged up Carrie but also individually with Jason? Perhaps so. Or she just drops off Matilda and leaves lol I can’t decide.  matilda shyly showing Carrie her powers.  Also samara being afraid of the water from drowning ptsd and Jason helping her out with it even though she snaps at affection like a sharp angry kitten. 

Listen I’ve thought way to hard about this and might also ship almost every relationship dynamic possible in this au au of mine. c2ndy2c1d Pls I love your stuff my boyfriend bought me the zine for Xmas I have the sticker on my phone

[kmforeverff]

So I promise I’m going to finish Pandapocolypse and TGML. But at the moment I am working on another WIP that I’m calling Never Say Goodbye. It’s a Steddie fic that I am working on in collaboration with my best friend and partner. I thank all of you for your patience. Also, we started a Discord server for Steddie. It’s 18+ and a work on progress, but if you want I can post the link in another update.

Love and Kisses,

KM Forever

[lostredrobin]

Someone sell me your Kevedd fan book pleasee

[clairethecutepup]

Gonna be Fan-Content Only for a Bit...

Don't worry if you were curious about the original stuff promised, like "Tykes at Heart" or "Scaredy Cubs"! Those are definitely still happening; but when I both build up more of an audience to receive them, and when I finally get over my "Chaotic Quintet" and "The Dreams and Nightmares We Share..." obsession (series that crossover "Corn Kidz 64" and "Ed Edd n Eddy"). I know, I should just go ahead and make original content regardless of how much reception it could get, but... Eh, if you're goal is to build your own original brand, rather than simply sharing stuff, you gotta do what you gotta do. Of course, not to say I'm only doing fan-content for views and such. Seriously, did you see the part about "obsessions" with fan ideas?

I also gotta try my hand at finally making that "Ed Edd n Eddy: Assassin AU" fan series I wanted to do, since C2ndyC1d never seemed to do anything with it and the most we get in the EEnE community is some fanart of it...

(I've even made another "bible" for it)

So, for the most part, looks like I'm becoming an EEnE/CK64 blog, for the most part. Along with some other fanart/fanfiction here and there. But if I'm feeling an extra strong "original" itch, then I'll definitely scratch it, like those logos for my original series. But yeah, if you're not interested in the original stuff, but interested in "Corn Kidz 64" stuff or "Ed Edd n Eddy" stuff (especially a more likeable Sarah and Jimmy), then I guess I'm your blog and content creator!

[farmhandler]

My Everything

Rated: T

Pairing: Shifty/Richie from “Rockababy”

Word Count: 3k~

Summary: Shifty wants to know why Richie likes taking photos of him so much, and he gets his answer--and much more.

A/N: So this comic by the amazing human being @c2ndy2c1d is just really special. And then I wrote a fic because somebody had to, so please read the comic!! I was so charmed by all the characters, and I cannot resist this kind of nerd/jock/coolkid dynamic so here we are. I got permission to write this, so I hope I don’t butcher their characterizations! I tried to keep my interpretations as true to the comic as I could. Enjoy <3

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“How long do I gotta sit like this?”

“Just a minute!” Richie says. It’s the same thing he said ten minutes ago, and then five minutes before that. He adjusts his camera lens and then poses again, taking another several photos for god knows what reason. “Just don’t move. I need to get the right shot…”

Shifty doesn’t move as promised, but his tail gives the table beside him a solid thwap to show Richie just how thin his patience is starting to run.

“Why do you want these photos anyway? You’ve taken like—thousands already, I swear.” 

“This is the first time I’ve gotten photos with your tail entirely intact.” He snaps another photo. Shifty lets out an explosive sigh and turns his head to give his neck a break. He’s lying on his stomach, ass up in the air, posed to give Richie ‘every valuable angle’ to get all the photos he needs for his research.

Research, research. It’s always about that damn research of his. He’s always makin’ Shifty turn this way and that, exposing every part of himself to Richie’s camera. Shifty can feel his face starting to turn pink, and without a doubt he knows the rest of his skin is sure to follow soon. It’s easier when he’s a human and there’s only so many places that can turn colors.

“I was hoping I could find a remedy to make your tail grow back faster,” Richie says forlornly, lowering his camera. “I’ve still got a lot of work to do.”

“Hey, you’re doing great,” Shifty says. He sits up, ignoring the look on Richie’s face and lifts one leg to his chest to give his arm something to lean on. “You helped make that medicine that took my pain away. That was pretty good.”

“Yeah,” Richie agrees reluctantly, staring down at his camera as if a medical marvel isn’t comparable to fixing Shifty’s tail—which was gonna grow back anyway. “But I wanted to figure this one out. I was so close…”

Shifty shrugs. “You’ve got time. Why worry about one little thing?”

“It’s not little,” Richie says, looking up at him. Even through his huge, nerdy glasses, his eyes burn with a passion that always leaves Shifty feeling strangely breathless. “I want to help you, any way I can.”

“So you’ve said,” Shifty says, off-hand, like his body isn’t changing colors. Richie’s gaze doesn’t shift, and Shifty keeps his eyes down at his feet, ‘cause otherwise he’ll never get the color to go away. “Why do you care so much about taking photos of me anyway? I mean—” While Richie stares at him, Shifty wrestles with his words, suddenly finding it hard to articulate something that’s been running through his mind since this whole thing with Richie started.

“What is it?”

“You’re always taking all these pictures because you think the way I look is—”

“—fascinating,” Richie finishes for him.

“Uh huh. Right, fascinating.” Shifty looks around for the pack of smokes Richie keeps for him and finds it on the shelf behind him. He lights it, once again ignoring Richie’s sharp look. No smoking inside, he’s always saying, but Shifty’s been dying for one for hours, and the rooms got great ventilation. “But let’s be real for a minute—don’t you prefer it when I look human?”

It’s not insecurity that makes Shifty ask the question. Well, not completely. Sure, he sometimes feels insecure about being so different from everyone, but he doesn’t wish he was a human.  Hell no—they’re fragile as hell.

Richie blinks at him. “Why would I want that?”

“Well—” Shifty pauses; stares down at his hand and starts the shift, lifting human fingers for Richie to see. “I don’t know, don’t you like it more? I look like you.”

“But you’re not like me,” Richie points out. Shifty shifts uncomfortably, weighing Richie’s words. The way he says it—it shouldn’t hurt, but it unexpectedly does.

Something in Shifty’s face must give him away, because in the next moment, Richie steps forward, his eyes wide. “And that’s a good thing! You’re not like me, you’re like you. And sure, the Shifty I knew at school and around town is a handsome guy, but I also really like the real you.” At Shifty’s continued silence, he continues. “Would you prefer it if I looked like you?”

“Well, no,” Shifty admits. “You’re a human.”

“Exactly. You’re perfect just the way you are.” Richie walks up to him, even closer now, those damn chocolate brown eyes boring into Shifty and makin’ him turn fucking pink. He can feel it happening because it always does around this guy; he’s the only one that can do this to him as often as he does, and the nerd has the gall to act like he has no idea what he’s doing.

He lifts his hands and cups the sides of Shifty’s face, the warmth of his hands seeping into his skin. The way Richie is looking at him—it’s more observational. Maybe he’d even describe it as clinical. Almost like business as usual, with Richie ignoring his personal space and putting his warm hands all over Shifty, only this time, with the topic of their conversation at hand, Shifty can’t take another second of this one-sided embarrassment.

He shifts, his body morphing and skin swirling until he’s almost entirely human. By the time he’s got his human face on, Richie has realized exactly what kind of position they’re really in. With his eyes still stuck on his, Shifty feels a vicious sense of satisfaction when Richie’s cheeks start to color.

“I—you—”

Shifty lifts his hand up over the back of Richie’s hand—the one that’s still hovering by his face uncertainly. “What was that you were saying about me being handsome?”

Richie’s glasses slip down his nose. He flicks his eyes down, and then the color in his cheeks darkens.

Do I have something on my face? Shifty wonders.

“You’re naked,” Richie squeaks. His hands snap to his face so fast that he basically slaps himself and ends up stumbling back, still trying to cover his eyes from Shifty’s naked form.

Huh, he thinks, looking down at himself. Forgot I was wearing real clothes before.

“Come on, sci-fi, it’s not like you’ve never seen me naked before. I’m naked all the time, in a way.”

“Yeah, but—” Richie turns and peeks out from between his fingers, then whips around again. “That’s different! You’re usually wearing clothes why aren’t you wearing clothes now.”

“They’re usually such a pain that I always morph ‘em, but today I decided, why not try wearing some?” He scratches his chin. “Then I forgot about ‘em.”

Seeing Richie so flustered by his human self when he doesn’t seem to give a damn about a naked alien makes him feel…annoyed isn’t the right world.

“Hey,” Shifty says, stalking up to Richie with his cigarette still in hand. He takes a drag and slides up behind him, wrapping one arm around his waist. Richie jolts with a gasp; Shifty does what he does best and shifts, letting Richie feel the way his body changes, morphing back into his alien self. “You don’t think this part of me is handsome?”

“I’m not answering that question,” Richie says. His ears are red. Shifty feels the oddest urge to bite them.

“Oh, so human me is hot, but not real me.”

“I’m not—you’re not—that’s not what I’m saying!” Richie turns around, fixes his warm eyes on Shifty, and points an accusatory finger at him. “I have to remain impartial. It’s bad enough that you’re all around me at home, being…the way you are—”

Shifty takes a drag. “The way I am?”

“Like that! Just like that. Handsome, cool, mysterious,” Richie starts ticking things off his fingers, to Shifty’s disbelief. “I mean, does smoking even do anything to you? What do your lungs look like?”

“I thought you hated all that stuff?” Shifty asks, ignoring the question.

“Well—” Richie’s flush still hasn’t dissipated. He takes off his glasses and starts cleaning them. “Even I can acknowledge that from an objective standpoint, you’re attractive.”

“You think I’m hot?” Shifty says, meaning it as a tease, but it comes out like a genuine question. Richie looks up at him, all intense as usual, and something in his face shifts.

“Yes,” he admits, face flushed and looking a little shaky on his feet. But his eyes—there’s that glitter; the glamor of intrigue that he always directs at Shifty and anything worth a dime in his mind. “I do.”

Shifty goes to take another drag of his cigarette—he isn’t sure what to say—but his damn hand is shaking and he’s reached the butt end, so he lets his hand fall and stares up at the ceiling instead. “Huh,” he says. “Well, uhm, thanks.”

Richie doesn’t reply; instead, he walks up to Shifty and takes the cigarette butt from his hand and tosses it in the nearby trashcan. He has to reach over to di it, and their fingers brush; it feels electric. Shifty inhales, his heart pounding, and chances a look at Richie.

He’s now staring at him with such an intense look that Shifty wants to laugh. But man—those eyes. Shifty would never say it out loud, but he loves the color of Richie’s eyes. He likes the way he looks at him when he’s taking photos, or when he’s sleepy, or when he’s found something new and exciting to fixate on.

Richie’s hand slides over his. He leans forward, and Shifty leans back on instinct, bracing himself against the desk behind him. He’s so close that Shifty can practically smell the aftershave he uses, even though he’s barely grown a single hair on his chin—

“Richard, dinner’s almost ready!” Richard’s mom calls from the landing leading to Richie’s mini laboratory set up in their basement, cutting straight through the tension and demolishing it.

They separate lightning fast. Shifty morphs into a human (with clothes) on instinct, and Richie’s looking down at the table, his face red.

“Richie? Carrot?” She’ll cycle through all the petnames she can think of if he doesn’t answer soon. “You down there?”

“I’m here!” Richie calls. He glances at Shifty, face full of an unnamed emotion. “I’ll be up soon!”

Once her footsteps fade, he sighs and drags his fingers through his hair. Without his glasses on his face, and with his hair slicked back— Shifty wishes he had something to put in his mouth, keep him from saying something he might regret.

“We had better get up there,” he says lamely, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Before the food gets cold.”

“Yeah, we should…do that.”

They’re quiet for a few minutes, both of them lost in their own thoughts, reluctant to leave this space. Richie’s mom never comes down there, so it’s practically theirs: the two of them. Shifty is still thinking about Richie’s hand on top of his. Humans run so hot, and Richie’s like a furnace running in the high heat of summer.

Goddamn it, he thinks, grinding his teeth. He feels unexpectedly angry, for reasons he can’t explain.

He turns and starts walking towards the stairs, and that’s when he feels Richie take hold of his arm.

“Wait!” Richie cries, stopping him short. “Shifty, wait.”

“What is it, Richie?” he says, without turning. “I’ve got my eyes on your mom’s monthly meatloaf—”

Before he has a chance to say more, Richie grabs him by the labels and yanks him forward, straight onto his mouth. It’s not graceful by any means—Richie’s glasses nearly poke Shifty in the eye, and the angle’s all wrong, but it’s good. Hell, better than good, it’s great.

It’s chase, with no tongue, but Richie pulls away to adjust the angle and nearly trips backwards over his own damn feet, so Shifty ends up being the one to wrap his arms around Richie’s waist and pull him in for another kiss. And another. And then maybe a few more after that, until Richie has his face in his hands again and—god, his mouth is so soft, and his hands are so warm. Shifty could just melt in him. He’s just glad he’s not shifted, ‘cause otherwise he’d be pink up to his eyeballs. Plus, it’s easier to kiss Richie like this.

The series of kisses lasts probably only a minute or so, but it feels like forever. And when they pull away, hell, Shifty’s really glad he’s not shifted, because the look Richie is directing at him could make fireworks light up.

“That was one helluva kiss, Richie,” Shifty manages.

“Your skin,” Richie replies, brushing his thumb across Shifty’s cheek. For a second he’s worried he’s shifted back, or worse—this form now comes in the same shade of pink, too, but when he looks down at himself he can see that speckles of his scales have crept into his skin. They’re probably on his face, just under his eyes.

“Guess I just lost a bit of control for a sec,” Shifty admits, rubbing the back of his neck. Richie’s eyes widen, the look on his face is the same look he gets when he’s filing away important information for later. “Jesus, Richie, not that I’m complaining, but…what was that for?”

“I wanted…well I—I wanted to do that. Kiss you, I mean, even though I’ve never done it before, so it was probably bad—”

Shifty opens his mouth to interrupt and say that it wasn’t, but Richie continues quickly, the flush on his face down to his neck now. Maybe humans can turn completely pink when pressed.

“But I also wanted to say that I’m sorry. Shifty, if I’ve ever made you feel like you’re just a specimen or—or a lab experiment, then that’s not right. You’re more than that.” He takes Shifty’s hand and squeezes, eyes locked on his. “You’re a kind and intelligent and amazing friend, and you’re so beautiful. No matter what form you take.”

Shifty ducks his head. Praise isn’t really his thing; he doesn’t like being the center of that kind of attention, but on the other hand (and literally, he’s holding his hand), Richie has become an important part of his life he’d rather not do without. He likes having him around, even if it’s for his ‘research’.

“Hell,” he says, not sure what else to say. Richie gives Shifty’s hand another squeeze, and the place where they’re touching tingles. Shifty’s heart is still beating fast, and the words he’s been thinking about just slip out of his mouth. “You saying you wanna go steady, or what?”

It’s almost phrased like a joke, and for a minute Shifty wants to take it back, because how is that anyway to ask somebody out? There’s no way Richie would take that and go with it, but when he looks at his face, Richie’s mouth opens, and then his eyes light up.

“Are you seriously asking me?” he asks, and adds hastily after a long pause, “because the answer would be yes. I would. Very much so. If, um, kissing you wasn’t obvious enough.”

“I’m seriously askin’,” Shifty says, then realizes that while Richie gave him a nice little speech, he hasn’t really returned the favor. “You’re a nerd, Richie. There’s no gettin’ around that.”

“Hey—”

“But,” Shifty continues, raising a hand. “That’s how I like you. You’re wicked smart, and you get me, maybe more than anybody else around here. You’re one of my best friends, aside from Buttons, and when you’re in your element you’re pretty damn cool.”

A smile slowly splits across Richie’s face, until he’s grinning from ear to hear. That hand that’s still holding onto Shifty’s tugs him forward. For a second Shifty thinks he might try to kiss him again, but maybe he used up all his confidence when he did it the first time, because all he does is hold his hand and smile.  

Fuck. Shifty clears his throat. “So we gonna eat, or stand here all night?” Not that he would mind.

“Oh! Yeah, my mom’s probably waiting for us. Come on.” Richie pulls him towards the stairs and Shifty goes without protest. They’re still holding hands, and when they reach the ground floor it isn’t until Richie’s mom finds them that he finally let’s go.

“Honey, I’ve been waiting for ages. What were you two doing down there?” She takes in their appearance and the flushed look on Richie’s face. “Carrot, your face is so red. Are you feeling all right?”

Despite the completely innocuous question, Richie’s face makes a complicated expression and he flounders for a response. “Ah— we— I mean I— "

“Science,” Shifty answers smoothly, flinging his arm around Richie’s shoulders. “You know how it is.”

Richie’s mom looks at them, her eyes flicking between the two, and then she claps her hands together. “Oh, don’t I ever! Well, enough science for the night. Let’s eat!”

“Very smooth,” Shifty says to Richie after she’s gone ahead. Richie frowns at him.

“You’re one to talk.” He raises an eyebrow. “’Science?’”

Shifty shrugs. Richie’s frown softens into a soft smile, and before he can metaphorically attack Shifty with his warm eyes, he steals a kiss from Richie’s half-open mouth, grinning when he sputters at him indignantly.

“Come on, sci-fi, meatloaf’s waiting,” he says, letting his hand linger at his lower back, just a while longer.

[eyugho]

Some fanart of Acid’s dear Rockababy webtoon, you should all go check it out! https://www.webtoons.com/en/challenge/rockababy-h/list?title_no=443456