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Title/Name: Garfield Pusheen
Wojak Series: Animal (Variant), Feels Guy (Variant)
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Main Tag: Cat Wojak
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🧓 - Mature Themes (nudity that's nonsexual or partial nudity)
On the Wings of Eyeliner Art & Snippet
Human!MorpheusxHob
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Feral Fashion AU
What are little boys made of?
Snips, snails
And puppy-dogs' tails
That's what little boys are made of
Uncropped Image and Close Ups
Original Post Date: December 18th 2023
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Robert “Hob” Gadling had been raised as a “rough and tumble” boy. When he played, he played hard. When he got dirty, he got mud-in-his-pores-for-days dirty. Small scuffs and cuts were brushed off with a wave of his father’s hand and him saying, “You’re fine, boy. You’re not dying.”
Being a “rough and tumble” boy meant the typical boy stuff. Toys consisted of monster trucks, toy cars, dinosaurs, and play guns. Hob remembered the one time he asked his parents for a teddy bear. It was pink and very soft and he immediately loved it. He ran over and asked. His mother looked nervously at his father, whose face had gone bright scarlet. His mother had gently taken the bear out of his hands and redirected him to the stuffed dinosaurs. He’d gotten a blue T-Rex that day.
Clothes were less fun. The shirts contained mostly the same as the toys: dinosaurs, trucks, and cars. Sometimes a sport would be thrown in or sayings like, “Cool Guy”. All the clothes were mainly the same color; blue, navy blue, brown, dark green, tan, red, orange. Sometimes there would be a pink or peach color there, but his parents never picked those.
As soon as he was old enough, his father had begun to sign him up for whatever sport or sports he could play. Baseball, basketball, football, rugby, boxing, fencing, track, cycling, field and ice hockey…you name it, Hob had probably done it.
It was definitely a lot for a growing adolescent, but Hob personally loved it. Loved how damp his shirts would get after a practice or a game, loved the way his lungs would ache as he’d play against whatever opposing team in whatever sport, loved the dizzying high of adrenaline, loved the coppery tang in his mouth as high heart rate would skyrocket.
The rough, tough, gritty boy life was all he’d ever known.
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Crowley learned a lot about human civilizations today.
Or, at least he thought he did. Truthfully, he was too busy watching Aziraphale's rapidly shifting expressions as he gleefully explained how a human had discovered some ruin of a civilization that had been lost to time. Crowley had zero recollection of this one, perhaps it has sprung up and fallen during one of his extended naps? Aziraphale, however, seemed intimately acquainted with them, if the stories he interspersed between his long, rambling explanations were any indication.
Crowley really didn't give a shit about humans he had no involvement in, but he was content to not interrupt his angel (except the one time to make some sarcastic comment on their choice of architecture, which earned him a rueful glare).
I was working on an art piece for my fic From The Confidential Journals of A.Z Fell, but decided that it was going to take WAY too long to work out, so dragons it was haha.
Will post a short process video of this later!
The book Aziraphale is holding is an in-joke between me and my GF, involving a few personal OCs of ours.
Check out the Art Process HERE
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