#c.esare

[belicioustummy]

DISCLAIMER: THIS IS A KINK FIC. DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER 18.

Steve has a big dinner, then gets treated to dessert.

Steve had been excited and a little nervous to hear that a popular food truck that usually stuck around the neighboring counties was coming to town. He’d heard the truck sold Korean corn dogs, and he was interested in seeing how they tasted. It was going to set up near where B.igtop B.urger had its last stop of the day. Luckily, it would only begin its hours after Steve’s truck closed. This also meant he could get some of their food for dinner!

The woman who took his order looked like she didn’t know what to make of him, but that was okay- he was used to it. She was still polite, and brightened when her coworker recognized him as “the B.igtop B.urger guy”. After that, she didn’t seem as cautious over him, and even told him she thought the clown makeup was cool. In Steve’s case, of course, it wasn’t makeup, but he was happy to hear it anyway. He tipped generously and went to enjoy his meal.

He’d ordered a “half-and-half dog”, which was mozzarella on top and hot dog on the bottom. The price had been worth it, as the corn dog was huge. It had been battered, coated in crumbly panko, fried, then sprinkled with sugar and drizzled with ketchup and mustard. It almost looked too good to eat, but the smell was too good to resist. He bit into the top and his eyes went wide. The combination of the sweet, salty, and savory mixed wonderfully with the initial crunch of the fried shell and the soft texture of the cheese underneath. It was scrumptious!!! Unfortunately, it was also very hot. 

Having narrowly avoided burning his mouth, Steve decided to let it cool for a minute and start on his fries. They were crisp and salty, slightly above average but not outshining the main course. Once he was through with half, he went back to the corn dog. It had cooled enough so he could eat it, but the mozzarella was still nice and warm. It was so good, he was almost disappointed when he reached the half with the hot dog. Fortunately, that was also delicious, especially in combination with the rest of it. Though it was still salty and savory, the new taste was just what he needed. He closed his eyes as he ate. These were definitely people who respected the art of the food truck.

By the time he’d finished his meal, the streetlight by the truck had turned on. Steve patted his stomach happily. It had been a great dinner, and quite filling as well. He was ready to go back to his own truck and relax.

A familiar-looking shadow loomed over him. Steve didn’t look up, pretending not to notice.

“Well, look who it is. You scoping out the competition, Steve?” A wiry figure climbed over the back of the bench he was sitting on. He proceeded to lean in so close to Steve’s face, his nose was practically touching his cheek. Without even turning to face him, Steve could hear the grin in his voice. “You- you trying to make me jealous?”

“Hello, C.esare,” Steve said, still not looking at him. Though technically the eccentric zombie was still his arch-rival, the coldness was really just for show. It was a game they played, and he could tell C.esare was loving it.

“You’re wasting your time, Stevey baby. Nobody can make bad food the way Zomburger can.” Somehow, this was a legitimate point of pride for C.esare. It was strange, but Steve had gotten used to it. “Face it- we’ll be locked in battle until the end of time, you lightly peppered tomato slice.”

“Is that what they’re calling it these days?” Steve said. He actually allowed himself a smile after that one. C.esare could fluster him easily, and it was a rare occasion he had a good comeback.

C.esare laughed. “Why don’t you let me take you out for dessert?”

Steve was already pretty full from dinner, but dessert sounded nice, and so did more time with C.esare. “All right.”

C.esare grabbed his hand, and before Steve knew it they were at a small, fancy-looking restaurant. It was possibly too fancy. Steve was sure his hands were sweating.

“I… think I’m underdressed,” he muttered, looking down at his puffer jacket and faded black jeans.

“Come on, Steve, you look great in anything,” C.esare said. “Besides, we both look weird, so nobody’s going to worry about what you’re wearing.” The implication was that people were still going to judge them, but Steve still felt a bit better.

“… think they’ll let me keep my coat on?”

“Of course!”

The restaurant wasn’t actually as intimidating as it had seemed on the outside. They did get some funny looks, but the waiter didn’t miss a beat when taking their order. Since the restaurant was fairly busy, it would be a bit of a wait, but they had some wine to start out with.

“You’re sure you don’t mind paying?” Steve asked.

“I hit you into the underground with a giant hammer, Steve. The least I can do is treat you occasionally,” C.esare said. “If you’re really that worried about it, give me a couple bites of your dessert and we’ll call it square. Cin cin.” He raised his glass.

“All right. Cheers, then!” And they clinked their glasses together.

The desserts arrived. Steve had ordered a crème brûlée, and C.esare had chosen a flourless chocolate cake, which judging from the look on his face was larger than he’d expected.

“Steve,” he whispered loudly. “You’re gonna help me finish this, right?”

“We’ll see,” said Steve, using his spoon to crack the caramelized sugar on top of his dessert. He had a very vague memory of a dish similar to this at some sort of banquet, millions of years ago… but that was in the past. The taste of it had been long since forgotten, and this new variation was in front of him now, so he would live in the moment. He scooped up a bit of the custard. Once it reached his mouth, the crunch of the top layer plus the soft, creamy vanilla part underneath made him immediately want more of the sweet dessert. 

Meanwhile, C.esare had cut his cake in half and eaten a bit of one of the pieces. With an encouraging nod from Steve, he took a bit of the crème brûlée too. Judging by his pleased reaction, and his eagerness to take another spoonful after he finished the first, he liked it as much as Steve did. He left it alone to work on the cake after that, so Steve had the rest all to himself. It was a fair-sized dessert. It was also very easy to eat. Before he knew it, the dish was empty. His stomach, on the other hand, was not. He was stuffed to the point where he could feel the button on his pants digging into his waist a bit. He looked to C.esare to see if he was ready to go. 

Half of the cake sat uneaten in front of him. Steve’s face set with the grim determination of a clown on a mission.

C.esare didn’t bother holding back a laugh. “You look so serious,” he said, picking up Steve’s dish and setting it aside. “Sure you’re up for a bit more?”

The innocent question was a challenge, and Steve knew it. He nodded, taking the slice.

The first bite almost made him forget about the uncomfortable tightness of his waistband. The chocolate was a bit less sweet than the vanilla custard, but it was a welcome change. Since it was a flourless cake, it had a consistency closer to fudge that was satisfying to cut and bite through. It was so good, he could hardly wait to take another bite. The second he did, his belly grumbled in protest. He suddenly felt aware of exactly how much he’d eaten- but he wasn’t about to give up when he was so close. He ignored his stomach’s complaining and kept going. 

As he got nearer to finishing, something troubling occurred to him. What if the button on his jeans couldn’t take the strain? He was reasonably sure it would hold, but the thought made him pause briefly. There were just a couple bites left, though, so he would see it through to the end. 

When he had swallowed the last one, he leaned back in his chair and let out a deep sigh. He felt huge and heavy, his tummy packed full to the brim. C.esare covered the bill, as promised, then turned to him.

“Wanna get out of here?”

“Yes, please.”

It had cooled down considerably outside. Steve stretched and his t-shirt rode up his belly. The slight breeze made his exposed skin a little chilly. He caught C.esare blatantly staring and smiled in spite of himself.

“Enjoying yourself, I see,” he teased.

“It’s a nice view,” replied C.esare, sticking his tongue out at him. “I can’t help that I have amazing taste in men.”

Steve laughed and took C.esare’s hand. They made their way to his food truck- usually, they’d go to C.esare’s place, but Steve didn’t want to risk getting nauseous from walking down the ridiculous amount of stairs that led there. 

The truck wasn’t a home in a traditional sense, but they could be alone together in the back. That was what mattered. Steve had a deflated air mattress that he hardly ever used tucked away under the driver’s seat, along with a blanket. C.esare voiced his concerns about how long it would take to get it to proper mattress size, but he didn’t have to worry. Steve unbuttoned his jeans to give his stomach some room, which required him to suck in his gut a bit. He had a bit of trouble doing so, due to it having less give to it than usual, but he managed. Then he took a huge breath and blew. He did this several times to fill the mattress, which took considerably less time than it would have for someone with normal lung capacity. Clowns like him excelled at that sort of thing. Even so, he was a bit winded. He sat down, and C.esare joined him.

“You are such a freak,” he said affectionately, patting his cheek. “I don’t know how you do half the dumbass cartoon hijinks you pull.”

“Hm. I wonder why you’re always showing up wherever I go, then?”

He grinned. “I never said I didn’t like ‘em. But I’m warning you, that stays strictly between us.”

“Whatever you say.” Steve pressed his nose against C.esare’s, and it made a soft honking noise. Their stomachs brushed against each other as he did. C.esare took this as his cue to put his hands against it, which Steve didn’t mind in the slightest. Despite C.esare’s brash and audacious personality, he could be quite gentle. When Steve had brought it up before, he’d mumbled something about being used to working with his hands, a little color rising in his cheeks. Now, as he lifted Steve’s shirt and rubbed the marks where his waistband had pressed into his skin, Steve closed his eyes blissfully. He could already feel the slight soreness beginning to subside. A soft, content sigh escaped his lips.

“You’re so full, baby,” C.esare said, just barely above a whisper. He stroked his fat, hairy belly, which was almost taut from everything he’d just eaten. Now that it wasn’t constrained, the sheer size of it was clear- the meal plus two desserts had been a lot even by his own standards. He silently enjoyed the attention, loving how cool C.esare’s fingers felt against his warm skin.   

His stomach was less quiet. Steve wasn’t quite sure if C.esare could hear it grumbling the way he could. When he burped suddenly, though, that was definitely audible.

“‘Scuse me,” he mumbled, a bit embarrassed. C.esare smirked at him, though not unkindly- it was the sort of expression he got when he was plotting something. The next thing Steve knew, C.esare was pressing kisses into his neck, his hand underneath his shirt just below his chest.

“Pretty boy clown,” he said between kisses. “You big silly goofy bastard. Who let you be this delicious?” Steve could only manage giggles in response. C.esare’s long eyelashes were brushing against his chin, and they tickled.

“If I didn’t know better,” Steve said as C.esare continued to run his fingers over his tummy, “I’d say you didn’t finish your dessert just so you could have an excuse to do this.”

C.esare considered this. “I mean, it’s a perk, sure. But if I did eat it all, you would’ve had to carry me back here…”

Steve gave his rival’s slim stomach a little pat. “I’m teasing. You’ve got a good appetite, considering you’re dead.”

“Undead,” C.esare corrected him, draping an arm around his shoulders. “Speaking of appetites, though, would yyyyyou maybe be up for doing this again soon? Say, next week?”

It was less rare than usual for C.esare to ask him to spend time together. When they’d started seeing each other outside of work, he’d just show up and they’d go from there, but lately they had gotten close enough to ask each other out. Even so, C.esare saying outright he wanted to still felt special, even a little vulnerable. Steve kissed him on the cheek.

“That sounds wonderful.”

[scaredstupid]

good evening. is anyone up for an art trade

[corvidshipping]

i like how my spotify always goes immediately from friends in low places to no spill blood. she knows. she knows the vibe

[down-thedrain]

Thoughts on the state of the economy?

c.esar torres plushie 👍

[belicioustummy]

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DISCLAIMER: THIS IS A KINK FIC. DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER 18.

S.teve and C.esare share some onigiri.

“Damn, S.teve. That’s a lot, even for you,” C.esare said, looking at the assorted rice balls on the table in front of them. “You trying to challenge yourself tonight, or what?”

“Mm,” S.teve said. “A bit, but I was hoping to share some of it…”

C.esare looked incredulous. “You mean, with me?”

“Who else?”

He shook his head and smirked. “Yeah, not happening. I told you before, I don’t eat food, remember?”

“I remember,” S.teve said evenly, taking an onigiri. “You said you don’t, but you never said you can’t.”

C.esare chuckled, his strange toothy grin wrinkling the corners of his eyes. “Oh, you’re a sharp one, Steven.”

Being undead was different, though he’d gotten used to it over the hundreds of years he’d been a watcher. It was very hard for most things that hurt normal people to affect him. Certain actions, such as eating and sleeping, were also unnecessary. C.esare still slept. It was familiar enough that he didn’t see a point in giving it up. But when hunger didn’t come up anymore, it was easy to forget to eat. As a result, he had gradually stopped doing so. It left him a lot more time to do more important things.

S.teve, on the other hand… S.teve was alive, so he ate. And he ate plenty. C.esare was very into large men as it was, and he regarded S.teve with an admiring fascination. From his round, pretty face to his thick, strong arms to his broad, hairy chest, just being able to look at S.teve was wonderful. Being close to him to the point where he could touch and kiss and hold him… well, that was an experience. Lately, he’d found that they both enjoyed curling up together after S.teve had eaten a big meal, especially when C.esare rubbed his belly. Though they still called each other rivals, the way S.teve was comfortable enough now to relax with (and even fall asleep around!) him made it clear how much things had changed between them. It had been unexpected that they would grow so close, but honestly, C.esare wasn’t complaining.

“If you don’t want any, I’ll just have leftovers,” said S.teve. He took a bite of the rice ball. “They’re good, though.”

C.esare was unusually quiet as he considered this, watching him enjoy his food. It would be embarrassing to go back on what he’d said, but the warm rice balls did smell nice. They seemed like a far cry from the awful food his own truck served. S.teve’s burgers may have been pretty bad as well, but clearly the man had taste. If he’d still been alive, he would absolutely have taken him up on his offer to share. Then again…

“So what kind are these?” C.esare asked as S.teve finished his first one. “They put fillings in them, right?”

S.teve nodded. “These are all different. I know which ones I like, and I wanted to sample some I hadn’t tried yet.” He pointed to several in succession. “There’s crab, shrimp tempura, and fried spam-“

“Spam?”

“It’s pretty popular, apparently. I like it.” He continued. “Kimchi, umeboshi- that’s spicy pickled cabbage and pickled plum,” he explained, seeing C.esare’s confused expression.

“I know what kimchi is,” C.esare grumbled, though he wasn’t really that annoyed. 

S.teve ignored his dramatics. “The last one is plain, just rice and seasoning. Oh, and I already had the tuna one,” he added. “It was okay, but not my favorite.” He unwrapped another one.

Ordinarily, C.esare would have just been content to sit back and watch S.teve partake in his meal. Tonight was different, though. Maybe it was the fact that S.teve had specifically gotten extra food for him, but he was becoming increasingly tempted to try some himself.

“Anyway,” he said, trying to act casual, “you said one of these is plain, right? I think I’ll have a little of that.”

S.teve’s eyes widened and he smiled. “Hm! Good choice.” He picked one of the onigiri up and handed it to him. It was still warm, and wrapped in a sheet of seaweed.

C.esare broke it in half- it was already small, but he wanted to take it slow. It had been years since he last had food, after all. Tentatively, he took a bite.

Immediately, he was struck by the crisp dryness of the thin seaweed, and then the warm, fluffy texture of the rice inside. It was seasoned with a salty flavoring that made him want to wolf down the rest of it like a starving coyote. Instead, he forced himself to chew it slowly, savoring each bite. It was a strange sensation to suddenly have food in a previously empty stomach when you hadn’t felt any hunger. He finished the half of the onigiri and looked up to see S.teve looking at him with interest.

“What?”

“You look happy.”

“Damn straight. Have you tried this?“ C.esare pushed the other half of the plain rice ball towards him. “I don’t know how they make it taste like that.”

S.teve raised an eyebrow. “That’s all you want?”

“No, I want to try a new one,” said C.esare, “but I don’t know how much I can eat.” He gestured to his slim stomach. “I’m- I’m a lanky bastard, S.teve. I didn’t eat much even when I was alive. For all I know, a whole one of these could fill me up for a week. But I’m not tappin’ out yet.” He looked at the table. S.teve had finished his second rice ball, so there were four left, plus the half.

“What’s left?” he asked.

“I just had the kimchi. The crab, spam, shrimp, and umeboshi are up for grabs.”

“Let me get some of that umeboshi.”

C.esare broke the rice ball in half again, while S.teve started on the plain half. The filling was a reddish orange and smelled salty. When he bit into it, he was surprised at just how sour it was. He made a face.

“Agh, that’s HEINOUS,” he said loudly. S.teve laughed- a soft, humming little giggle. “Not to your taste?”

C.esare took another bite and screwed up his face again, but a bit less so. “Actually, it’s not that bad. I just wasn’t really expecting it to taste this way.” He got an evil glint in his eye. “Umeboshi on a burger, though…”

“You have some strange ideas about being a burger vendor,” S.teve said, looking amused. “Though people might enjoy that if it was cooked well.”

“Yeah, IF. Sour plum with a burger that’s charred to ash would be terrible,” said C.esare, clearly relishing in the idea. He finished his onigiri. Having a proper amount of food in his stomach was unfamiliar, but not unpleasant. He looked to S.teve. “I think I could handle a little more.”

“Want to try the spam?”

He considered it. “It doesn’t sound great to me, but maybe I’ll be wrong.”

S.teve gave him a small piece of it. The seaweed and rice was good as always, and the texture of the meat was fine. But as he chewed, C.esare frowned at the taste.

“That’s a no, then?”

C.esare shook his head. “The spices aren’t doin’ it for me, S.teve. But on the plus side, this would taste even worse if you burned the hell out of it.”

“I think that’s true for most meat,” S.teve pointed out. “You can’t go wrong with the last two, though.” He paused. “Unless you’re allergic to shellfish…”

C.esare wasn’t. He took half of the crab onigiri, which he was pleased to find tasted much better. The crab was savory with a hint of sweetness, it was seasoned the same way as the plain one had been, and…

“Does this have mayo in it?”

“Yeah, it does. Why?”

“I wouldn’t have thought it would go this well with rice.”

“Mm, I can see that. It’s basically a sandwich, though, just without bread.” S.teve patted his big stomach. C.esare realized with a start that he’d been so focused on trying the new food, he’d missed him eating the spam rice ball and the umeboshi half. He himself was beginning to feel pretty full, and S.teve had eaten more than twice the amount of food he’d had. Of course, there was the difference in size between them, and the fact S.teve was much more used to it, but even so, C.esare was impressed.

“You want to share the last one?” he asked him.

S.teve nodded. “Shrimp tempura. That’s a good one.” This time he was the one who halved the onigiri. C.esare caught him stealing a brief glance at his middle as he handed it to him. From where he was sitting, he could feel how much he had eaten, but he wasn’t sure if he was visibly full yet. Maybe when they were finished, Steve could feel his tummy. Those soft, gentle hands against his skin… He shivered delightedly at the thought and began to eat again.

The fried tempura batter around the shrimp was wonderfully crunchy, providing a nice contrast to the rice. The shrimp itself was also delicious. As C.esare ate, he made sure to watch S.teve finishing his last two halves. He could tell the clown was getting full by the way he was slowing down a bit, but he was still savoring them. C.esare swallowed the last bite and put a hand to his stomach. The feeling of comfortable fullness was something he hadn’t experienced in a very long time. He was pretty sure his shirt wasn’t tight enough to show it off. It definitely felt a bit rounder than usual, though.

S.teve finished soon after and looked at him curiously. “Did you have enough?”

C.esare let out a satisfied breath. “God. I’m like a risotto right now, S.teve.”

S.teve paused for a second and looked a bit confused. Then he nodded, understanding. “Want to go lie down?”

“Yes, please.”

C.esare’s bed was just big enough for the two of them to fit comfortably. They lay facing each other, close enough to reach out and kiss the other if the need struck them. For the moment, though, they were just gazing at one another, sleepy and full of wonderful food.

S.teve was the first to bridge the gap between them, cupping C.esare’s gaunt cheek with his hand.

“So pretty,” he whispered. C.esare couldn’t help but feel fluttery inside over the flirtation, and tried to cover it up by brushing his fingers through S.teve’s soft red hair. From the expression on S.teve’s face, he wasn’t doing a very good job of hiding it. He decided to switch gears. Slowly, teasingly, he brought his hand down to S.teve’s stuffed belly. His long fingers brushed over the surface. Every now and then he softly pressed down to get a feel for just how much was inside. S.teve, who had his eyes closed and a smile on his face, was clearly enjoying the attention. C.esare reached under S.teve’s shirt. He let out a surprised honk.

“Your hands are FREEZING!”

“Oops,” said C.esare, smiling wickedly. That was another part of being undead- he was cold as the grave pretty much constantly. It did keep him cool in the summer, which S.teve took advantage of when he could. C.esare didn’t mind. The tradeoff was that he got to sneak-attack him like that every now and then.

He rubbed his palm in small circles from S.teve’s side to the crest of his stomach. It was easy to gauge how full of rice S.teve was. His skin was noticeably stretched from the sheer amount of food. The texture of his body hair felt fuzzy and pleasant against his hand, too. 

S.teve’s stomach gurgled quietly, and he let out a contented little sigh. “Mmh… that‘s nice.” He seemed like he’d adjusted to C.esare’s chilly hands. C.esare leaned in to give him small kisses from his jaw to his neck, leaving blue lipstick marks on his pale skin. He caressed the side of his belly as he did so. S.teve pressed his forehead against C.esare’s, then brought his hand down to his companion’s slightly rounded middle. 

C.esare’s breath caught.

“Is this oka-“

“Yes. Keep doing it.”

S.teve gave his tummy a loving pat. He was shy about showing affection in public, but when the two of them were alone, it was a different story. He let his hand drift over it. C.esare let out an involuntary sound. He hadn’t realized that his stomach felt a lot more sensitive when it was full. Or maybe he’d just forgotten.

“Hm?” S.teve paused to let his hand rest just below his ribs. The light pressure was just right, but C.esare felt like he’d go crazy if he didn’t feel the warmth of his hand against his skin.

“Steeeeeeve,” he said, putting his hand on top of his. “Don’t be shy about taking it under the shirt.”

S.teve blushed and gave him a sheepish grin. “I was hoping you’d ask…” He lifted up the bottom of his black turtleneck so his tummy was just peeking out. Now that it was uncovered, it was clear that his ordinarily empty stomach had filled out into a soft, healthy-looking little curve. S.teve beamed as he began to touch C.esare again.

C.esare had been right. The way S.teve gently massaged his bare stomach was absolutely heavenly. As he lingered around the tighter spots, S.teve hummed softly. He was giving as much care and attention to C.esare as he’d received from him.

“Mmmh. Does it feel this good when I do this for you?”

“Well, you seem to be enjoying this a whole lot. And I always look forward to it when you invite me over, so…”

“You deserve it, baby.” Though he meant it sincerely, there was a little note of cheekiness to disguise it. S.teve responded to this by giving his nose a little tweak. C.esare playfully snapped at his fingers when he did. Since they were both a bit too full for a proper play-fight, a silent truce was declared after a minute or so. S.teve laid against C.esare’s chest, and C.esare put his head on top of S.teve’s. Their hands still rested on top of each other’s tummies. C.esare could feel the steady rhythm of each breath S.teve took, and closed his eyes. After a while, he was pretty sure he’d fallen asleep. He kissed him on the forehead, and was surprised when he spoke up.

“… I’m glad we ate together tonight. I had a good time.”

C.esare nestled into S.teve’s hair, feeling lucky and cozy and absolutely loved.

“So did I.”

[belicioustummy]

while I’m working on my latest story here’s a little something I’ve been thinking about… after c.esare discovers he’s actually having fun eating even though he doesn’t technically need to, he would probably end up with a little more tummy eventually- and he’s kind of enthralled because he didn’t know he could still gain weight! he’s a bit less crabby when he eats properly. plus, he likes that he’s filled out a bit, with the sharp angles of his body softening into curves, his once bony limbs a bit thicker, his loose shirts starting to fit better. retirement is treating this zombie well

[corvidshipping]

i want soooo badly to make a genuine dead serious c.esare hot moments post but i think if i do even the devil will not take my soul after that

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hey don't cry. never rest and never sleep a thousand years my watch to keep trickster gods rise from the deep trickster gods rise from the deep. ok?

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darling i’m mischaracterizing characters you’ve never even heard of

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anyway heheehe i love silly burcer truck zombie guy

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goodnight little people in my phone i’m going to think about kissing my three epic swagful partners

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that is why i say if he genuinely likes someone he is ALWAYS looking over his shoulder to see if theyre still there btw. like i think hes deep in denial and wont even admit it to himself but he is deeply and very very afraid of them just disappearing and being alone again. because really, how many people do you think he really trusts? and i think that makes him not even want to like someone even a little bit because thats another liability and another eventual disappointment. but he doesnt even realize it i think.

i do think he is genuinely mean and weird too btw i think these sides coexist. like its not JUST a defense mechanism he is genuinely for real just a mean goth zombie which is why im deeply in love with him. but he is also very very very alone and i think that would be crushing and suffocating for anyone.

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i wanna draw so BAAAAADDDD but i dont know what to DRAW!!!!!

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should i remake my pinned

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aurh gaurd the selfie meme is going around again and i always want to participate in it and then i look at my face and im like. Naur

[corvidshipping]

YOOOO THERE HE IS