Sorry for not posting art in while. I’m still waiting for my ceramic piece to get out of the kiln and this week I have finals so I’ve also been studying for that.
I’m working on chapter 2 of Bloom From Oblivion so you can expect something coming soon in a month or so. Maybe less I’m not sure (I’m about half way through writing it)
I won’t post any art till Friday, unless it’s ceramic Donnie. I want to try to put most of my focus on finals.
Arrivederci!
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Not only is asking “what does Daphne even do?” wrong for obvious reasons, it’s also pointless. They’re a group of friends. Why does she have to do anything? Isn’t it enough for her to just be there hanging out with her friends? It’s fine when Shaggy does it, but when it’s Daphne it’s suddenly a problem? Also the gang would canonically crumble without her 🙄
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✭ ✭ ✭ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐄 - ft. hobie brown ✭ ✭ ✭
summary. Just bros being bros
warning(s). He/Him pronouns, mentions of sex, very short, foul language
a/n. sphenopalatine ganglioneuralgia (My obsession with Hobie is beyond unhealthy)
“Bro…that was amazing..”
Hobie paused, setting aside his half-eaten ice cream and gazing down at the slightly shorter male before him. "I've just fucked you, and now you want to call me your 'bruv'?" Hobie's expression turned somewhat sour. Y/n met his gaze, unyielding. "Yeah, should I start calling you sweet, cheesy couple names instead?”
A mischievous grin spread across Y/n's face as he straddled his boyfriend, batting his eyelashes in an "innocent" manner while puckering his lips. "Oh, Hobie boo boo bear, that was the most splendid lovemaking experience of my life!" Y/n teased playfully. Hobie responded with an unamused stare. "I'm not doin this today." The Brit pushed Y/n off, letting him tumble wherever he may.
"I've learned to embrace eccentricity at that society, but here?" Hobie pointed a finger, "you are in a league of your own." Y/n looked up, momentarily squirming before rolling under the bed and meeting Hobie's simultaneously disappointed and amused expression. "In all my years of existence, I've never encountered someone as delightfully peculiar as you." Hobie couldn't help but smile as he slipped on his shoes, reaching for his tattered clothes that lay discarded from the previous night.
Y/n's smile widened. "Ooo~ I must be quite special! But, where you off to?" Y/n playfully kicked his feet against the floor. Hobie stood up, retrieving his mask. "I have a meeting." Y/n feigned shock. "Hobart... are you actually listening to Miguel?" Hobie moved toward the window, Y/n trailing behind. Hobie turned around, locking eyes with Y/n. "Of course not. I'm going to meet Pav. He's got something to show me." Hobie approached the window, Y/n joining him. Just before he leaped into the bustling city streets, Hobie looked back at Y/n. "See you later, dear. If I haven't returned by midnight, call Pav. I've probably dozed off at his place." With that, Hobie gave a final kiss to his boyfriend before leaping himself into the lively city, swinging through dark alleys until a sudden pink glow materialized and dissipated as quickly as it had appeared. Y/n stood there, his expression distant and contemplative.
“My boyfriends name is Hobart.”
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What an absolute nightmare it would truly be if your Yautja realized how ticklish you are and set about playfully torturing you that way cuz you can’t fight that fucker off you…
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Something something, high honor Arthur, low honor John, something something, looking after their loved ones, something something
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Requests?
DRAW JACNOAH DRAW JACNOAH DRAW JACNOAH PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE POUNDING MY FISTS ON THE GROUND
jacques just got out of practice :P
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