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you think one of these guys is drysdale )bc you know damn well Washford wouldn’t) from the hit game date everything (Im telling the universe to give me a sign but I don’t think this is it chat)

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This is my stackable x oc ask blog if you wanna bother them guys

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I gotta love the old man boob windows

i cry everyday about how absolutely wild these outfits are but at least we can see washford's chest freckles

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/69592011/chapters/180513081 chapter one of the vampire and werewolf au. I love them so much

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I really like this doodle holy shit

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would anyone want a few head canons for the werewolf and vampire au (Washford and drysdale)

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Alright I’m cooking chapter one of the werewolf and vampire fic for y’all

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Idk if you’re open for Stackables x reader/MC stuff but I love the idea of Washford being the one sandwiched by Drysdale and MC, with him facing Drydee and looking right at his beautiful face while MC’s spooning him, leaving kisses all over the freckles (and marks you’ve left on him) all over his neck and shoulders)

I also love the idea of Washy calling MC “my muse” the same way Drydee calls them “Cherub”

I LOVED THIS SO MUCH I WROTE A WHOLE DRABBLE FOR IT! TYSM ANON!!! 💕

"Honey" - Stackables/MC 🧡

CONTAINS: Stackables/MC, Fluff, Suggestive Content, Biting, Kissing + Cuddling

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He could stare at him forever, Washford realized. Drysdale was a sight to behold; all sharp edges and syrupy smiles, sweet and intoxicating as caramel. From his sleepy grin to his crinkled eyes, he was seeping nothing but warmth and affection, his very presence filling the bedroom with a golden glow. With their legs wound together beneath the tangled sheets and Drysdale's prickly chest pressed flush against his own...Washford was drowning. He was being lovingly suffocated in everything soft and silky and wonderful.

But it wasn't just Drysdale's company that was filling Washford with an infectious warmth. His other lover, the human, his muse, was curled against him from behind, gentle arms loosely draped over his waist and hugging him close. He couldn't see them, but he could feel them; the steady rise and fall of their chest, the tickle of their breath hushed between his shoulder blades...

Washford truly cherished these moments; the precious awakenings of the dawn. The gentle whistle of songbirds carried through the air of a gentle morning. Sunglow glistening like pyrite through the early dew shining upon the window. Chaste kisses and the silky graze of fingertips shared through cool sheets and bare skin. And always accompanied by his two lovers, by two tender heartbeats, enveloping him in an affection as thick and sweet as drooling honey.

"Good morning, my darlings." Drysdale purred through the grit of a luxurious stretch, his warm breath and wispy hair gently tickling Washford's skin. His lover leaned in for a light kiss, and he was eagerly obliged, two pairs of lips meeting together so flawlessy, it was as if they'd been made for eachother; which they were.

"Good morning." Washford returned the sentiment once they parted, met with the radiant sight of Drysdale's soft, sleepy grin. The human stirred just a little from behind him, mumbling something drowsy and unintelligible in response. The acrobats shared fond glances between eachother; until suddenly, Drysdale's eyes caught on a particular spot upon Washford's neck, and his lover's blooming affection was briefly overtaken by concern.

Drysdale's hand slid up to his collarbone, brushing his fingers against a soft bruise upon Washford's freckled chest. He made a sympathetic sound, rubbing gentle circles into the abused skin and making Washford shiver. "A bit garish, don't you think, Cherub?" He inquired.

Washford snorted. Cherub: an angelic, youthful spirit. A creature of strictly pure intentions. A darling nickname...if not deeply ironic. Perhaps even contradictory. The extravagant display of rosy blemishes across his neck and collarbone was a potent exaltation to such; as well as delectable residue from a night of passionate affection from his lovers.

The human stirred from behind him, snuggled tight against the bulk of his back. Their hands fidgeted from their comfortable position looped around his waist, sliding upwards to curl around his underarms and shoulders. Washford shuddered at the huff of hot breath against the nape of his neck.

"I may have gotten a little carried away." They hummed with a clever grin pressed into Washford's neck. But the teasing lilt in their voice suggested a deep lack of sympathy. In fact, if Washford didn't know any better, he might assume they were proud of the display they left speckled across his skin.

"A little?" Drysdale scoffed, his finger trailing upwards to graze against another bright blemish. Washford made a soft, pleased sound at the sensation of the soothing touches pressed against his abused flesh. "My dear, he looks like a plum!"

Before Washford could feign offense at the comparison, the human was arching upwards to lean further into Washford's space. Their fingers pressed delicately into his marks, massaging the abused skin on his shoulders with a tender compassion. "I'm sorry, Washy. I guess I got a little...excited. I hope you don't mind...?"

The bruises were vibrant, a little sore, and were littered in an inconvenient variety; a little too high along the column of his neck to be covered completely by his tunic. But still, Washford did not mind. In fact, he was rather fond of them. In the past, he would often find his fingers trailing absentmindedly upward, in search to press against one of the loving marks upon his shoulder. And, perhaps more often than necessary, he would stop to admire them in the glassy window of his own drum, turning this way and that as a delicate flush gently overtook the rosy bruises.

They were like little inkblots across a crisp piece of parchment, white and dull in it's purity. The very existence of such imperfection upon the paper was evidence of a busy mind; proof of creativity and passion overtaking a nameless soul.

That is what these marks were, to him. Evidence of love. To bear the proof of both his lovers' desire engraved into his own skin, displayed proudly and passionately across the canvas of his body...they were not just gifts. They were blessings.

"Of course not, my love." Washford murmured, his own hand sliding up to clasp the human's in a soft hold. "In fact, I encourage them." He smirked a little, letting the thick rasp of sleep carry heavy through his rumble.

"Oh." The human purred, sounding positively devilish as they leaned just a tad bit closer. Drysdale flashed a clever little grin, locking eyes with the human over Washford's shoulder as if the two were sharing some kind of secret.

The human's breath wisped hot against the back of Washford's neck, their lips soft and promising against his skin. "I think I missed a spot..."

Washford's pleased and affirming hum was softly silenced by Drysdale's lips against his own, warm and welcoming in a kiss so tender that it made him a little dizzy. As he was drowned in Drysdale's honeysuckle lips, his muse pressed ever closer to him, their chest warm and flush against his back. The soft lips pressed against his neck were quickly replaced by the gentle graze of teeth against his skin, and Washford gasped against Drysdale's lips.

When his lover's teeth finally met his flesh in a firm, passionate hold, Washford groaned into Drysdale's kiss. His whole figure was suddenly seeping an unbearable heat, and his gut was swiftly being reduced to flustered mush. As someone's fingers (he couldn't possibly say who's) found purchase in a loving hold in his hair, and another hand gave an affectionate squeeze of his hip, Washford shivered. A thigh was slotted between his own, and the human's teeth sank ever deeper into his flesh, and suddenly it was warm, so warm, too warm, and Washford was drowning. He was drowning in honey. Thick, warm, intoxicating honey-

"Is this alright, darling?" Drysdale inquired as he pulled away, and it took every shred of self-control in Washford's body not to chase him. Instead, he nodded, grabbing at his shoulders and pulling him back in with an eager sound and a rosy flush.

Drysdale chuckled at the enthusiastic display, but obeyed him nonetheless, kissing him with a sweet ferocity that would make a weaker man's knees buckle. The human's teeth were softly replaced by an apologetic kiss pressed into Washford's newest bitemark, and the poet groaned in turn. He coiled his arms around Drysdale's shoulders eagerly, desperately, wantonly as he was cradled. As he was taken.

As he was smothered in the heated and honeyed embrace of his lovers' passion.

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I don’t have a ship name for them but t4t Viktor and Washford by beloved

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gonna give my sona with moles like mine so I feel less insecure about them

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Genderbent stackables from my fic but I can’t decide I’m gonna color or only do line work 😭😭🙏

designs by @muppetears-stuff

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would anyone in the DE fandom pay around a few thousand for 10 pages of fully rendered custom comic

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Would people want to buy date everything comic commissions from me? I can do scrolling and normal format and would do pretty much any character and any non nsfw scenario . I love making comics but I don’t know how much people would want to buy them since they would much more pricy (50 dollar minimum since comics are SO TIME CONSUMING

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Made this for a fanart im cooking based on @muppetears-stuff genderbent Washford and drysdale designs iykyk

the jewelry’s really messy on drysdale it’ll look better when I draw it. ShopLook isn’t the best when it comes to jewelry 😭😭😔😔🙏🙏

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Artists who get DE! Related coms how do you do it? I mainly wanna do DE coms bc I love the game but nothing 😭 do I need a wider amount of example art displaying DE! FanArt

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me who writes my fics but it’s all just my oc instead of except x reader (I’ve also written x reader too

The lack of Washford/Drysdale/Reader fic is criminal. Does no one else want to get folded into a pretzel by a pair of acrobat lovers they've just helped reunite after years of separation and angst-laden pining? Truly??? Do you just hate joy?