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Something that I've always wondered with romance series, comics, films, etc, is how far people are willing to justify for the main couple to end up together? Like HOW far are people willing to idolise it, before they say "hold on this is a little fucked up". And I don't mean dark romance, I mean supposedly wholesome YA content.

When I was a younger reader some red flags were visible even for me, others I have realised were not okey thanks to media literacy. Nevertheless I remain flabbergasted with the normalisation of abuse, grooming and other delicate subjects, which are neither explored tactfully or given the respectful approach they deserve.

Regardless of intentions in most media, this situations usually happen either because the writer fails to inform the reader, or worse, glorifies it.

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I FOUND THIS IN MY DRAFTS, BUT LOWKEY I THINK I WAS COOKING CHAT

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THE THE THE THE THE SILLIESSS AAAAAA OMG OMG OMG

drew @chobbemoe-art 's fellas doing an eepy sleepy together

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Here, take these

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More rig art, now showinh my lovely Good Omens hyperfixation KAMWONWWK

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🐲Dragon vs Wolves🐺

(Read right to left)

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"Love me tender like what keeps you well"

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Aiuggg I just love drawing candid intimate moments, they are my bread and butter.

Based used:

Credit of base: idk? I found it on Pinterest without watermark, if anyone knows who it belongs to pls tell me.

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Oops, I doomed the old man yaoi, my bad g

Yall got ibuprofen? His head hurts

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The sillies studied, I love them I fear.

Fun facts:

1. Self-care

☆Walmer is practical to a fault, so he uses 7-in-1 shampoo/soap/moisturiser/oil changer/holy water/dish soap. And he showers 5 minutes top, <10 minutes if he ever dares to untangle his hair> It's still a mystery how his hair is so healthy. Thanks to Hugo's efforts now at least he wears deodorant, it's still a long way to go.

☆ His sensitivity to smells is really high, and he usually used it for hunting or missions, but in the rig the only use it has is identifying who is behind or around him when they aren't visible. When they first met, Hugo's perfume threw him for a loop and he would describe it as "too much" to the point he thought it was an intentional intimidation tactic (it wasn't).

☆ He feels the water in the rig is a bit too filtered, so from time to time he sneaks off back into the ocean to recharge his hydric equilibrium, he misses the salt in it.

☆Hugo takes better care of his image, he is a big fan of scented products even if they cost an arm and a leg. His favourite scents are usually wood and cinnamon, it gets described as woodsy, but he has never been to a forest, so he wouldn't know.

☆ He takes 30 minutes minimum showering, which drives Walmer up the wall since 15 of those minutes are just a private concert inside the washroom. Hugo can't sing to save his life, but he will sing his heart out regardless.

☆ His hair texture is a 2B when dry and a 3A when wet. When he was young he user to wear it longer, but he had to cut it when he started his mandatory 2 year military service. Now that he is older he misses it, but doesn't want to let it grow anymore in case it gets in the way of work.

2. Vices

☆ Walmer is a lightweight since in his civis drinking was only ever allowed for soldiers when celebrating a victory, a rise in position or the loss of a comrade.

☆ Hugo's relationship with alcohol was quick but intense, delving into it after Isabella's death (his lavender wife) and gaining quickly a high tolerance to it. He quit it when reality hit him on the face and he realised he had to push his pain aside to raise Anemona right.

☆ Smoking isn't a new concept for Walmer since he did see it as a common past time in the land people's settlements he infiltrated. He is not fond of it for many reasons.

☆ Hugo started smoking at 25 in another rig he used to work in, his ex boyfriend Alexander was the one that gave him the first cig, they bonded a lot in their smoke breaks. Once back (29) and after his life questioning moment he tried quitting it, it was on and off before he finally managed to rid himself of it fully by 46.

[Not canon interaction, I just wanted to draw Hugo smoking because he looks cool doing it]

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Beautiful, cute, amazing, I'm eating this up like it's a hawaiian pizza. I love hawaiian pizza.

Also extra doodles.

Dinner Dates!

SUMMARY: Walmer was a picky eater. A very picky eater. Hugo makes it his mission to ensure his alien boyfriend tries something new.

A/N: sorry this took so long I ran out of motivation halfway through along with ideas, and then decided to end it off now instead of letting it rot in my drafts so sorry if it's a bit lazy D: other than that, enjoy!

“Wally, Walmart, Walter-” Hugo Called as he began to make dinner for him and Walmer.

“Walmer.” the man responded. Hugo assumed that Walmer never fully understood that it was simply banter when he called him a million nicknames that were a variation of Walmer. The man walked into the kitchen while chewing one another one of those mushy brown protein bars. The guy had already burned through a whole case of them in under a month, maybe even two weeks. Hugo stared at the disappointing mush that the blonde had clutched in his hand with such a deathgrip.

“You really enjoy eating those things?” Hugo asked.

“Of course, it’s nutrition. Obviously I need nutrition to live.” Hugo was aware that on Walmers planet, people, or Nautilus for that matter, really only ate food for whatever nutritional value, instead of simple pleasures. He could tell based on how adamant he was on eating such bland, tasteless mush that was those damn bars. Hugo wanted to at least expand Walmers taste buds by a little bit, so he decided to at least try and make something both nutritious and delicious. He rolled out the dough on a floured counter while looking at Walmer.

“Maybe we can try something new tonight for dinner, Wally. Pizza?”

“Pizza.”

“Yes, pizza. I can put different toppings on it for the nutrition you want. Pepperoni, pineapples, mushrooms, peppers… anchovies?” Hugo spread some sauce on the flattened dough, Walmer watched with a curiosity.

“And cheese?”

“Yes Walmer.” Walmer squinted at that, pursing his lips as Hugo sprinkled toppings over different parts of the pizza. To Walmer, the one with the pineapple chunks looked the most appealing, or as Hugo called it: Hawaiian. Walmer didn’t know what made it ‘Hawaiian’, but it looked appealing in terms of nutrition. Cheese in calcium, pepperoni in protein, veggies in vitamins and other cool stuff, it was all appealing. Hugo put it in the small oven and turned to face Walmer, who reached down to kiss his cheek. Hugo giggled at Walmer being so affectionate with him. Hugo returned the affection with a kiss to the cheek as well, and they sat and waited patiently for the pizza to finish cooking, Walmer still chewing away on the protein bar while squished beside Hugo at the small kitchen table.

The oven dinged, and Hugo went to take it out of the oven. Walmer sat expectantly at the table, waiting for the pizza to be cut and handed out. When it was, the man stared at the slice on his plate. It was cheesy, had lots of sauce, was on the greasy side, and had a few proteins and vegetables on it. It didn’t seem very healthy, but he would give Hugo credit for making it taste good. Hugo stared at him with a small smile as the picky eater took a bite of the pizza. To his shock, it was good. Really good. Compared to the bland protein bars, Walmer had never tasted- or seen anything like it. Hugo smiled at him, a genuine smile that showed he cared enough about him to make him a whole pizza to try. Walmer figured he’d make a point to hug the man tighter that night when they went to bed.

A/N: thanks again for reading! I hope it was great and you liked it!

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MY BOYS, MY BIG BOYS AAAAAAAAAAAAA

Playlist for the dumbasses

little sketch of @chobbemoe-art ‘s boys!!!! Grins so wide :D

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are you dungeon meshi pilled

Extremely, I have all volumes except 4,9 and 14 in my collection plus the adventurers guide. Thehehe

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Reblog chain with your oc that would say this

Hugo my beloved and his Alien boyfriend Walmer XD

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DRINK UP! 🍻🍻🍻🍻

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CRYING AND SOBBING, ITS THEM, ITS YHE SILLIES

We can do it!

a gift for Amelien (or @chobbemoe-art )

Summary: Walmer spends some quality breaktime with Hugo on the rig! Some words are exchanged.

It was like any other day on the rig for Hugo. Here he was doing his rounds and duties around the giant, hulking platform before a pair of rough, dirtied hands covered his eyes, a heavy yet comforting presence behind him.

“Guess who?” they said, a deep yet chipper voice seeping into Hugo and wrapping around his weary heart.

“Walmer?” Hugo said to nothing, or the nearest towering structure on the rig. Walmer chuckled and his hands slid down to the man's sides and turned him around to face him. 

“How goes, Hugo?” Walmer said as he looked down at Hugo with what could only be described as pure, unwavering affection. Hugo rested his own hands on Walmers broad shoulders, occasionally rubbing small circles.

“Pretty good now, Wally.” Walmer huffed at the nickname, briefly turning his head away and pouting.

“It’s Walmer.”

“I know,” Hugo laughed as he pushed himself against Walmer,bringing his hands down to wrap around the blonde man. Walmer, despite doing this hundreds of times with Hugo, is still a bit stunned at the feeling when Hugo wraps him in such a gentle embrace, but comes to accept it anyways. It always seems to scrub their strange rivalry clean from his mind each time he does this, and it always makes him giddy for nightfall when he and Hugo get to cuddle closer in their cabin without prying eyes on them. Not like that matters anyways since Walmer technically cant be seen on cameras in some instances. Walmer welcomes this embrace from Hugo, wrapping his arms around the shorter man and resting his own head atop of the others. The space felt warm and fuzzy, and Walmer pressed the occasional sweet kiss to the top of Hugos head, while Hugo sang sweet little nothings against the taller man's chest, making Walmers head swim with words he longed to say, but inevitably when time came to say them; like now, were caught in his throat.

“You’re beautiful Hugo.”

“I love you.”

“You mean more to me than you know.”

“Can’t we stay like this forever?” 

“Hugo, Hugo, Hugo.”

“Your smile really is like staring into a nebula.”

“I wish I could spend more time with you Hugo.”

“Won’t you marry me someday?”

“I love you Hugo.”

That last one was the one that was the hardest to say for Walmer. He and Hugo had been like this for a while, yet neither wanted to say that damn ‘I love you’. It felt like trying to cross a rushing river when there was no bridge. You could either get swept away from the current, or cross it properly and see the smile on that special someone's face when you reach the other side. Walmer pressed another kiss to the man's forehead, raising a hand to card it oh so gently through his hair. It was soft, very soft, and it was Walmers favourite part of getting to hug Hugo. he almost thought now would be the best time to tell Hugo he loved him, nobody else was around to let some disguised alien admit his real feelings to a fellow crew member, but he still wasn’t sure. 

Come on Walmer! You can do it, he thought. And if Hugo says it back, then you both can be together. He paused to dwell more on that thought. Maybe Hugo wants to say it too! Come on Walmer, you can do it, he can do it, we can do it! He pictured that poster with the lady that said “You can do it!” that occasionally was pinned up on the rig in some places. He heard Hugo refer to her as Rosie Rivets, or whatever, so now he thought of her posters everytime such a daunting task came up, like this one. He never thought he would be seeking guidance from a poster like it was blue collar scripture, since it was a war time poster, but motivation is motivation, and Walmer should definitely say how he really feels towards this man of his dreams. Literally.

“Hugo,” Walmer said as he lifted his own head off of the other man’s.

“Hmm?” the other man muttered as he still had his face pressed into Walmers chest.”

“I love you..” Walmer whispered.

“Pardon?” Hugo looked up.

“I.. love you, Hugo.” Walmer looked down at Hugo, his eyes soft and caring. The man smiled upon hearing Walmers confession.

“I love you also Walmer,” Hugo hummed, before placing both hands on Walmers face and pulling him in for a kiss. It was soft, gentle, and caring. The next step of their relationship sealed with said kiss. Walmer hummed and reached down to cup Hugos cheek with one hand, and raked through his hair with the other. They stayed like that for what was probably a good five minutes.

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Later that night in their cabin, Hugo and Walmer crammed themselves into Hugos tiny bottom bunk, just cuddling together. Hugo was nestled close to Walmer, who was practically curled into a ball to try and fit in the space. His arms are wrapped around Walmer, rubbing gentle circles, and the other man's hands are in Hugos hair, sometimes pressing a kiss to his forehead. Hugo looks at Walmer with a soft gaze that is generally uncommon for him.

“I love you Hugo,” Walmer hummed gently.

“I love you too Wally,” Hugo murmured softly before learning in for a kiss. The two workers fell asleep together, intertwined and full of love for one another. They spend the rest of tonight, and many more nights, together like this.

the end! OMGOMGOMG i enjoy these two sillies smmm ahhhhhhhh

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The dumbass 🦑 , imma nibble on him on g.