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Happy Father’s Day!! Here’s Younger Steven and Mclooy 💚

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I speedrun those while the hype for the game is there

Warning, man covered in blood under the read more ‼️

The joke is cringe probably 💥 but I just find the idea of doubleganges completely not understanding human nature and concepts hilarious 💥💥

(P.S. also apparently “bloody” milkman is not a doubleganger canonically??? I always assumed he was, because only watched lets plays of the game and ppl always called D.D.D. on him. But on the wiki of the game it vaguely states that it is just the milk man💥 Which is omg??? Obviously ignoring it for the sake of funny, but damn if I understood correctly, this is such a cool sneaky detail that makes everyone automatically assume things)

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"Have you forgotten who taught you in the first place?"

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wip(?) This is a continuation of my last post. I might turn it into a proper video later :)

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mama vampire

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"Who's these two looking so fly?" (A song parody)

reference https://youtu.be/eUJjeYVlEKA?si=58n-w041YRdxPczP

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Rudboys Headcanons!!

- Mclooy cooks some really hearty meals.

- Steven enjoys cooking with his dad. It’s quality time :)

- both Mclooy and Steven are good at card games. And like to play them!

- though, they have, on multiple occasions, stopped halfway through. Because Mclooy somehow always finds a story to tell from his youth at times like these.

- so, they end up having long conversations about what was, is and might be at some point.

- Steven ends up feeling like a weight has been lifted off of his shoulders every time.

•••••

Steven: thanks, dad. I think I needed that :)

Mclooy: ha! No problem, boy. Always happy to be helpin’ out!

Mclooy: now, back to the game! I oughta win for once!

Steven: geez, alright..!

•••••

- Actually, a bunch of the other neighbors have those talks with Mclooy aswell!

- it’s appreciated :)

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I would like to see Steven without his Sunglasses in your style. (In the sense that he has them off so we can see his eyes)

I imagine his eyes are quite similar to Teutates

Sorry for the messed up colors. I'm still a noob with digital drawing

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Steven sometimes does this thing. Like.

When his dad asks him how his day went, he just shrugs, says it was nothing out of the ordinary.

Or something like that.

Only to say something a few hours later that was very much out of the ordinary.

•••••

Mclooy: son! How was the zoo?

Steven: t’was nice.

Mclooy: …

Mclooy: any interesting things happen? Seen any interesting animals?

Steven: oh, it wasn’t particularly eventful, the animals were nice, though.

•••••

A few hours later, at the dinner table…

Steven: a kid fell into the lion enclosure.

Mclooy:

Steven:

Steven: the kid is alright.

Mclooy: you’re tellin’ me this now??

Steven: I forgot!

•••••

Honestly, Mclooy has no room to talk. He’s just as bad.

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Rudboys!!

- Both Mclooy and Steven enjoy country music.

- Mclooy likes it a bit more, though.

- I Feel like Steven enjoys Rock ’n’ Roll too :^

- Mclooy knows how to ride horses.

- he’s also got a pipe somewhere in the living room that he barely ever uses.

- it’s a nice pipe :)

- Steven has, on multiple occasions, searched for his shades. Even though they were on his Head.

- he has also asked his dad about the whereabouts of the shades. While actively wearing them.

(I’m projecting, I’ve looked for my glasses while wearing them before, too)

- Steven spent another moment looking for them because Mclooy decided not to tell him.

- Mclooy laughed especially hard once Steven realized.

- they have a healthy dynamic, I’d say :D

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“Who did this?” (Steven Rudboys x reader)

Three deep scratches cover a third of the booth window. The D.D.D management will be coming later in the day to upgrade the glass pane into a much more durable option, but for now, you work with the reminders of yesterday etched into your mind.

The front door bell tinks. Steven walked in with one hand in his jacket pocket, the other clutching onto his papers. His steps paused before he even reached the slot.

Then, it quickened.

As soon as he stood in front of you, you noticed the way his head scanned into the booth. 

"Jesu- I thought they finally got you." His hand ghosts over the three scratches that's—actually—a valid cause for his concern.

"Barely," you answered with a nervous chuckle. As if your hands hadn't been shaking from the threat to your life last night.

"Who the hell did this? Are you hurt?"

Your palm reached out to ask him for his documents, trembling. "Just a little shaken. Some very angry Doppel. Documents, Steven."

Papers slid through the slot. "Must be bad if you won't speak to me about it. Will they replace the damaged glass?"

You nod. A pack of cigarettes and a lighter follows the paper. You took several out and returned the pack to Steven, along with his documents.

"Free to enter. Thanks for the sticks."

You opened the door for him, but he didn't move. "Call if you need anything. There is a guest room upstairs if you want it."

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I wanted to redraw an old art.. ended up drawing a lot more oops

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Can I get a Steven Rudboys x reader headcanons

🌸Yes of course! Thank you so much for sending this in, I hope you enjoy this and have a wonderful day!🌸

STEVEN RUDBOYS X READER HEADCANONS

Always offers to take you with him on his flights.

Obviously gives you first class treatment.

Any country or state you want to go to, he'll arrange to be the pilot of that flight.

Otherwise, he'll just arrange with whoever it is in charge of the flight and get you the free ticket anyway.

That’s his idea for a date.

He's the type to only smile if he finds something funny, so you don't take it personally if you meet up with him and his face is cold.

He also doesn't like talking a lot.

He prefers physical contact instead.

Never expect him to take his sunglasses off unless you're at home when it's just you two (besides his father).

And his eyes are pretty suave.

Since he's a pilot, his schedule is very irregular, but he cooks and cleans for you when he can.

He's not the best cook so he asks his dad to help him.

He prefers colder environments because he gets warm really easily so that gives you an excuse to be near him.

Seriously he's the type to bathe in ice baths and since you refuse, he can only really do them when he's abroad.

You met him by being in the same pilot beginner class as him years ago, but you quit halfway through.

He always kisses you when you least expect it.

He's the big spoon all the way, but he is quite short.

Both his dad and him are allergic to cat hair, so you couldn’t get a pet cat. 

But he did get you a cat plush!

And took you to Istanbul. 

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She thats on my not until i neighbor

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tiny guy :}

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February, 1955

steven rudboys x doorman (gn!reader)

fluff! hc that he's basically jst nonchalant lol

also posted on c.ai as a bot! (@1lovethatwoman)

Your recent presence as his neighbor has been quiet, moreso the norm, which was what Steven liked. It also eases him that you were a good person, having worked as the apartment complex's Doorman for the last few months now.

It was just his luck when he noticed his father talk more and more about you, on how you were such great company, much friendlier than the previous doorman at least.

How you seemed to have been able to understand and even make friends with his father's dated sense of humor was beyond him. He suspects his father likes you more than he likes his own son. Hyperbole, in that sense.

But Steven also notices how much his father alluded to an idea of him and you, talking, outside of the daily inspections. Outside of his unpredictable flying schedule that landed him a new years eve in a hotel in Vermont.

"You could learn a thing or two from that doorman, maybe it'll get you out of your shell, boy!"

Mclooy would mindlessly comment, chuckling, heartily, as the old man settled into his couch, as Steven hauled another bag of his father's recent self-indulgent shopping on the table again.

He'd sigh at the old man's quips. The geezer was an eccentric, and Steven knew that he meant nothing too serious from that.

He truly loved his son dearly, but sometimes Mclooy couldn't understand that Steven simply didn't, well, didn't want to yearn for attachment. Not with his job anyway, and certainly not in this pummelling economy, doppels appearing left and right.

It was all just better by his lonesome, Steven thought. No one else that he needed to be attached to, meant no one else that he needed to loose. His father was enough, but Mclooy thinks otherwise.

"I'm gonna go get air." Steven remarks. The cigarette pack already in his pocket.

It was a usual routine. He'd do so whenever his head felt like to was going to burst. A bad habit of a smoker, but it was a habit that simply just had to die hard.

He had just landed last morning too after all, and the lobby was always nice and quiet at hours well past 12. People asleep, neighbors all home and accounted for, and the Doorman's shift finally ended. Steven liked the quiet all to himself.

But then he thinks back to his father's words. Get out of your shell, boy.

And he thinks to your presence. The new, less troublesome Doorman.

He thinks to the polite, professional smile you'd give whenever his papers were all well. He thinks to the glances he finds himself take whenever you step out of your post to take an indulgent smoke break, when no one else was coming in.

He thinks to the tired, concealed circles under your eyes, that same exhaustion that seemed to spread to your stiff, aching muscles. All in a day's work of handling doppelgängers and fussy tenants and neighbors alike. And despite it all, you smile.

At him, at least.

So maybe his father was right. Or maybe he was wrong. But Steven had it in mind, and maybe he'd expect to see you there at the lobby, a glimpse of you taking another much-needed break. Just for a moment.

Maybe it was time Steven shared his life to someone else again.

So when he found you one night, outside your little Doorman post by the entrance, slightly disheveled from having loosening your uniform, Steven unknowingly found himself an opportunity.

As he approaches, making his presence known, yet he stayed cool and calm, as always. You found that a quality he easily possesses. Steven stopped by your side, a polite distance away from you.

"It's still cold in February," He comments, that bluntness very familiar to you already.

His rugged, old ex-military boots step firmly, as he sits nearby. With a sound of breath easing into his nostrils, a quick flick of his old-fashioned lighter, and a deftly-placed cigarette between his lips, he settles into place.

"Do you still smoke?" Despite knowing you do. He asks it without judgement, his veiled eyes peering at you from behind those dark sunglasses perched on his hooked nose.

"Cigs taste better in February, when the cold's still passing," He speaks like a man sure of himself, or trying to be.

Although he directs the smoke away from you, there was still mirth and warmth along his breath as he speaks, and inhales, and puffs out the bitter nicotine.

You could barely discern whether it was a tad glimpse of nervousness, or tired acquisition that plagued his breath, as he cleared his throat, suddenly finding the nicotine a bit hard to breathe in again. Maybe it was both.

Then he turns to you, the cigarette politely placed between his deft, strong fingers.

"It's.. awfully late, even for a Doorman." The foreign company of talking this intimately to another rendered him stiff. Yet the same shared exhaustion, of someone who's seen the world at it's loss, that he knew you also shared, gave him a peace of mind.

Steven's eyes glanced at you again.

Nicotine warms his cold throat. As he lets himself be, just be, now with you.

"So let me keep you company, yeah?"

In February, 1955.

[a/n] posted this as a c.ai bot a loong time ago! (@1lovethatwoman is my user u.u)

feeling very interested into tnmn again, so feel free to req me any tnmn related fics! although i might be a lil uncaught-up with the lore & have personal hc's for each tenant lol