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[arthur-adhd-hastings]

We happy few server!!

Hey guys!!

Ya boi made a We happy few server! Come join us!! We are;

- ACTIVE owners who will make sure to keep the place clean and take suggestions!

- A safe space

- A variety of channels to use! (Cosplay, theories, etc.) 

- All ages are welcome!! (Just don’t be a creep)

https://discord.gg/TuZWw2eh

We hope to see you there !!

[shmcanally]

We Happy Few has been my thing lately so here's some sloppy sketches.

[mmmo0n-deactivated20230101]

made them kiss :))

[pissthena]

Hakon x Aiden idea- mabye something with "Aiden is angry at Hakon" but Hakon just trying to get a kiss from him? And fluff...

I hope this is good enough! I kinda missed the whole "trying to get a kiss" part, whoops. I'm really enjoying writing again, so please send more ideas if you have any!

CAN I ASK AGAIN?

This was unbelievable. Stomping across the rooftops was not exactly therapeutic, but what else could you do in these times. Aiden had gotten enough. He shouldn’t even be mad right now, but his emotions took over his mind, clouding it in anger and despair. A part of him knew, that this was how it should be, had been and would always be, and that he should just calm down and forget it, but he just couldn’t. He was hurt, with no reasonable explanation, except that he got a huge crush and it sure was crushing him.

It hadn’t even been minutes since he’d seen him, how did that man always disappear without a trace? Aiden poked his head in through every door and stall in the Bazaar, but Hakon was gone with the wind. He didn’t want to call out for him, he knew the older man would hate the attention that would go along with it. Wandering out on the street, he dodged a few infected here and there, but wasn’t able to see the other man. Aiden quickly scaled a wall to try and get a better advantage point. Not seeing a trace of the man anywhere, he was about to give up before he spotted it. A familiar boot was taunting him, sticking out behind a wall, meaning that Hakon had to be leaning against it. Poking his head around the corner, he was met with a sight he truly wished he hadn’t seen. Hakon’s hand trailed down along the woman’s back, searching for somewhere to hold as the kiss deepened. Her hand was entangled in his dark hair, gripping it, keeping his head close. Small noises of pleasure seemed to escape both of them, leaving Aiden incredibly uncomfortable. Backing away quietly, his fist clenched. He silently dropped down on the street, squashing a biter on the way down before running along the street, searching for the furthest and best rooftop to be bitter and alone on.

He was stupid. He knew that. What kind of right did he think he had? Hakon was allowed to kiss whoever he wished, Aiden didn’t have a say in that. Hell, the man doesn’t even know how stupidly in love Aiden was. Kicking a leftover brick over the edge didn’t exactly help his feelings, but sure as hell did make his foot hurt. “Fuck!” He hissed at the stupid brick, before running a hand through his hair, drenched with sweat. He began pacing around in a circle, spitting out a string of swears, before he plopped down on the ground. Screw him anyways. He was a hit with the ladies for good reasons. He was a beautiful man, charming and hilarious. Of course they’d want to fill their stupid mouths with his. He huffed, throwing a stone, as if it were to help. Stupid, dumb, idiotic man.

“You look so sad and lonely up here, kiddo.” A familiar, teasing voice echoed across the roof, as footsteps neared the lonely boy. “What are you doing all the way out here anyways? I thought you went to trade at the bazaar?” Hakon craned his neck down to look at the boy, who refused to even spare him a glance.

“Aiden?” He frowned at the silence, before crouching down beside him. “Hey Aiden?” He lightly pushed the man, as if testing if he was still alive. A swift hand slapped his arm away, making the message clear. “What the-” Hakon raised an eyebrow at the action. Aiden wasn’t one to be silent, especially to him. “Kiddo, what the hell happened at the Bazaar? Who twisted your balls?” He tried lightening the mood, only to receive the most furious stare he’d ever gotten since his 3rd ex-wife.

“Shut up. Fuck you.” Aiden snapped, before looking back down at the ground, his eyes riddled with newly found anger.

“Mon dieu, sorry.” His voice dripped with sarcasm as he sat down besides the younger man. “Seriously, what happened? Did someone rip you off?” He only got an angry huff in response.

“What are you, a teenager?” Hakon sighed, gripping Aiden’s chin with his hand, forcing him to look at him, though Aiden struggled against it. “What’s the matter, kiddo? Tell me.”

The younger man sucked in a breath before slowly elevating his gaze to meet his brown eyes, filled with worry. He hadn’t realized he’d worried the other man this much, and over nothing too.

“You.” Aiden looked away again, his eyes shifting from observing the sky to a very fascinating rock on the ground.

“Me? Was I the matter? What did I do? I was hardly there with you!” Hakon’s eyebrows furrowed with confusion.

“´Mmh.” Aiden nodded, brows furrowed with annoyance, still observing the rock. “Hey, look at me!” Hakon gently shook his jaw, bringing the younger man’s attention back to him with an unreadable look written on his face. “What did I do?” Sucking in another breath, Aiden prepared himself for the worst.

“You wandered off and..” His words trailed into a whisper, before becoming completely incomprehensible. His anger had trailed into something akin of sadness or “I wandered off? I told you that, did I not?” Hakon cocked his head to the side, sure that he did mention it.

“No. And it’s not that..” Aiden groaned, mentally punishing himself for even doing this in the first place.

“Then why are you bringing it up?” The older man had only gotten more confused, as the conversation went on.

“God damnit.” Aiden swore before finally meeting the eyes that had been staring at him for so long. “I was fucking jealous, Hakon.”

“Jealous? What fo-”

“Her, Hakon! God damn it, how are you so blind? I’ve tried my fucking best to get your attention for weeks, months! Ever since I met you, I have done all I could to try and impress you. I live for the moments you praise me or run along with me, but god damn it, I’ve never even been close to kissing you. I try my best to get that attention, get that feeling, that look. And one woman can come strolling by, talk to you for three minutes and get it! What are they doing right, that I’m doing wrong? I’m trying to fucking hard, Hakon! What do I have to do for you to notice me!” He hadn’t even noticed the tears pricking his eyes, or the way Hakon’s face fell the moment he had started yelling. His heartbeat sped up as he realized what he had just blurted out. How the hell would he ever make things right again? He looked back up at the other man, who had hardly moved a muscle since his rant began.

“Hakon?” Aiden lightly touched his face, bringing the other man back from his thoughts.

“I- you..” Hakon paused his sentence, searching for the right words. “You just… I.. You like me?” Was all he could mutter, looked down at Aiden, with the most sincere look he’d ever seen on the older man. All he could do was nod, before looking back at the rock, watching a drop of rain spill onto it. Before another one and another.

“All this time too?” Aiden looked back up at Hakon, who was still bearing that same sincere expression, now with drops of rain splattered on his face. Aiden only nodded again, feeling his clothes and hair getting soaked, sending shivers down his bones.

“Why didn’t you… Fuck, kid.” Hakon let out a small chuckle. “Fuck, you should just have said something. I would have given anything to be kissing you instead of those women.” A somber smile spread over his lips, regretting that he had never asked either.

A look of disbelief washed over Aiden’s face, not sure if he heard right or was making things up. “You should just have asked.” Hakon shook his head with a chuckle, not sure if he believed this himself. “Is it too late to ask now?” Aiden looked up, meeting the brown eyes, that almost seemed to melt at the question.

“It’s never too late, kiddo.” Hakon smiled softly, closing his eyes and slowly leaning in to place a sweet kiss on the other man’s lips. When he opened them again, he saw the shyest smile he’d ever seen on the younger man, blush creeping up his neck and ears, before the smile curved into a small smirk.

“Can I ask again?”

[pissthena]

Hmmm.. Hakon x aiden suggestions…

Maybe one of those “there was only one bed” scenarios? Maybe they decided to have some fun parkour, lost track of time, end up being chased by zombies and are stuck in a safe zone until morning, with only one bed

I couldn't help myself.

Sharing a bed!

TRUE ART

It was hard to hear much with the wind blowing in your face, but it was impossible to miss the prominent yelp behind him. “Oh shit!” Bringing himself to a halt, Aiden almost slipped, trying to turn around to decipher the origin of the call. Not far behind him was a struggling Hakon, halfway down a ledge, holding on for dear life. “Eh, give me a hand, kiddo?” He laughed awkwardly, slowly skidding downward. The younger man was quick to be by his side, pulling him up. Hakon brushed himself off with a small smile, silently thanking Aiden. He looked up at the sky, which was slowly turning darker, into what could have been a beautiful night, if the world hadn’t gone to shit. “Ah, shit. We forgot the time.” A sigh escaped his lips, the smile fading away. “We have to find shelter quickly. I don’t want to face any more Volatiles than necessary.” Aiden nodded, scanning the area as fast as he could. The buildings around them towered above them, making them seem small and insignificant in this vacant world. It was beautiful, probably something you’d paint and sell for a million. Maybe, he wouldn’t know. Most of the known pieces had been lost to fire and chaos. He wondered if Hakon could paint. He had once mentioned a French art piece called “Le Printemps” and how much he had liked it, when he was younger. It didn’t ring a bell to Aiden, but he was willing to bet it was beautiful. Though he wasn’t sure how you’d determine a beautiful painting. As far as Hakon had explained, there was a bunch of hideous art pieces that were popular, because blind people thought they were pretty. Hakon had raved about the artist, Pierre-Auguste Cot, whom he meant was great. Aiden had commented that he really didn’t come across as an art person, whereas he had only shot back with a “The beautiful ones were worth a lot before.”.

Coming back to his thoughts Aiden saw the top of a shelter, standing out in the night sky. “The closest nightrunner hideout is on top of that building.” He pointed upwards, towards a slightly taller building, with a small UV light shining through the night sky. With not a thought to spare, the older man was gone, calling out a single “Beat you there!” before bolting towards the glowing spot. It did not take Aiden long before he raced along, a smile spreading on his lips. Like Hakon was going to beat him. Not in a million years. He caught up to Hakon in a moment before leaping over the edge of the building with incredible confidence. He smacked himself into the wall of the opposite building, scurrying his way up, like a human spider, crawling on basically nothing. Reaching the top, he looked back down, his eyes meeting a pair of wide eyes, shining in the UV’s glow. “How the Hell-” Hakon shook his head, either confused or impressed. Aiden hoped he was impressed.

It wasn’t like it was hard for Hakon to crawl up, but Aiden sure did make it look like child’s play. With a few good hops and a helping hand from the younger man, he was quick to be standing on the roof beside Aiden, who immediately went to look at the camp, before letting out a sigh of disbelief.

“What’s the matter, kiddo?” Hakon strolled over to him, taking in the surroundings of grass, moss and flowers, painting the ground around the shelter with colours.

“There’s one bed.” He gestured exasperated towards the singular bed. “What do we do? I don’t know how far it is to the next shelter.” Aiden looked towards the man besides him, who seemed to be thinking hard, if judging from the way he was scratching his beard. Aiden couldn’t help but stare, the man was a work of art. Not that he’d truly seen any, but if he had to guess, it would all have to look like Hakon.

“What do you say?” A voice pulled him from his thoughts. “Huh?” Aiden blinked, trying to focus on the man in front of him, receiving a slightly annoyed groan. “Don’t make me repeat myself. You have to be doing this on purpose.” Hakon rolled his eyes, turning to the bed beside them. “The bed. We can.. Did you really not hear me? Or are you fucking with me?” He looked back at Aiden, who only squeaked in response, confusion painted on his face. “Fuck. Fine.” Taking in a small breath, he gestured at the bed. “Share.”

Aiden looked at him, raising an eyebrow, as if to beckon the man to explain further. “Oh, come on! Are you going to play the oblivious card?” Hakon huffed, shifting in his place. “We can share the bed. If you want to. Or I can see if I can find another shelter.”

He looked towards Aiden, carefully, as if he would laugh at him at any moment.

Aiden nodded.

“Makes sense. There is only one bed, and who knows how far the nearest shelter is.” He lied. He knew exactly where the nearest shelter was, which wasn’t far from there, but Hakon didn’t need to know. Aiden had mapped the whole town, every shelter and camp was written down, but if he got to share a night with Hakon that close to him? Fuck that map for now.

Hakon nodded, dropping his back besides the generator, before plopping down next to it. Making himself comfortable on the bed, he looked up at Aiden, who was once again staring. “Earth to Aiden. You good?” He chuckled when Aiden blinked, bringing himself back to reality, a blush colouring his ears.

“Huh? Oh, yeah.” He cleared his throat, crouching down next to the other man. “So uh.. How do we?.. How do I-” He kept fumbling over his words, trying to pick the right one, but none seemed to fit. A strong hand grabbed around his wrist, pulling him down onto the small bed with a thump. The blush now grew to his whole face, as he laid with his head on Hakon’s chest, breathing his scent. It smelled familiar and comforting. Hakon tried his best to hide his own growing blush, looking away with a shy grin. “Sorry kiddo, you seemed to need a hand.” He chuckled letting go of Aiden’s hand, that had lingered a bit too long. “Lay however you’d like to be comfortable.” He stretched out his body with a yawn, and closed his eyes, leaving Aiden lying on his chest, eyes wide as a deer caught in headlights. He tried to calm his hammering heart, but judging from the beating in Hakon’s chest, he wasn’t as calm as he seemed. After a minute or two, Aiden finally moved, stretching his legs out. He looked up at the older man, who seemed to have managed to fall asleep. He couldn’t help but admire the face in front of him. He laid his head back down on the chest, feeling it rise and fall with each breath, never moving his gaze away from the beautiful man in front of him. Each scar tells its own story and God, Aiden wants to hear the stories of them all. A relaxed sigh escaped his lips, his eyes fluttering closed with a deep feeling of content.

Yeah. This had to be what art was.

[acsparkplug]

Another piece inspired by the sweet person from Instagram 💕 I might color this one later :))

[apolloaiden]

Sparker

(Hakon x Aiden) Slightly NSFW (Language, Slight Sexual Themes ((very slight)))

"Hakon! Can you get me my water from my bag?" Aiden yells as he climbs up the tree at almost non-human speeds, with a tarp slung over his shoulders. "Sure, let me find it." The frenchman calls back, setting down his bags next to the younger man's.

It's been an eventful week for the duo. After leaving the ruined city for the thing Aiden does best: being a Pilgrim, Hakon decided to join him. Now, he wasn't forgetting the things Aiden had done for him: sparing his life multiple times when he had a very, VERY good reason not too. Surprisingly, Aiden didn't deny the older man the chance to tag along, and in the time from then til now, they've been cornered multiple times by Biters and Virals alike, and saved multiple times by Aiden's... interesting temporary turning. Hakon wasn't going to lie, seeing Aiden that way, fighting for himself, fighting for him, was... well, it was like when his second wife got a little tipsy and decided to fist fight a guy for hitting on him. That's not a weird comparison... right? Yeah... He opens Aiden's bag and rummages around in it, looking for this damned water bottle Aiden just loved hiding in his bag and- he pulls out a piece of paper.

Just laying his eyes on it he sees a beautifully hand drawn portrait of Aiden on pink paper, and it isn't until he reads the handwritten font that's DEFINITELY not Aiden's, does he know what it is. "What the fuck?" Is all he can say, blushing, staring at the card as he reads, "... so ISO someone who enjoys getting vertical as much as horizontal, if you know what I mean." Aiden, in all his infectedness, hears him, "What? Can't find it?" "You," Hakon swallows, cursing his burning face as he turns to Aiden, now on the ground of the forest, having hung the tarp up like a hammock in the trees, "you have a Sparker card?" This time, Aiden's face immediately changes to a darker shade, "Yeahhh uh, when I first started going around Villedor, Raheem made me a card," He looks down, "I didnt even know about it until I passed by the fucking bakery. By then, half the ladies I met wanted a fucking fling." Hakon hums, "Lucky ladies..." "No! I didn't do anything with them- wait- what?" No response. "Hakon, what... what did you just say?" Aiden stares at Hakon's face, who's trying so desperately to look out into the forest like he senses a Biter just out of sight. Damn Aiden's heightened hearing. "Hakon." Don't look at him. Don't you dare, and don't focus on your heart beating a million miles a minute. "Hakon." It's closer. He feels a hand on his, shaking on his knee where he's sat, and another touch the side of his face, slowly making him face forward. He casts his eyes down, too embarrassed to even look at Aiden. He hears him sigh, then gasps as Aiden pushes him back onto their bags. Planting one hand on the ground next to Hakon's head, Aiden dives down and locks his lips with Hakon's open mouth, teeth slightly clinking as they hit. Hakon looses himself in the kiss, focusing on the way Aiden feels, the slight blood taste in his mouth mixed with chamomile and honey, and how Aiden lowers himself onto his thighs as he deepens the kiss. Eventually, Aiden breaks the now sloppy kiss, and rests his forehead on Hakon's. "For the record," he pants onto his lips, "I don't just like women." "I can see that, mordeur." Hakon smiles, ghosting against Aiden's lips. Aiden pulls back, a grin on his face, "Mordeur? Pet names already, Hakon?" He pushes the younger man off him gently, earning a giggle, "It means Biter, you feral man." He laughs, "Ok then, paillard homme, you don't think I see the way you look at me, nor that tent in your pants?" "Oh, mon Dieu, Aiden," Hakon covers his face, immediately turning red at the callout and the degradation in his mother tongue- how did Aiden even know that?, "is the ground really the safest place for this?" Aiden stands and sighs, brushing his pants off, "No, no it's not. Speaking of, I need to get your hammock tied up." And with a coy, triumphant smile looking down at the flustered and slightly aroused Hakon, he dashes off up a tree with the second tarp. "Motherfucker..." he just sits there, calming his racing heart, before getting up, slinging the bags over his shoulder, and climbing the tree up to his hammock, noticing the sun setting. He ties and hangs the bags up in the branches near them. Looking at Aiden, he realises he had made Hakon's hammock closer to his own, and even strung the UV lights closer to them. Laying down, he says, "So, you like it vertically, hm?" In the dying light, he sees Aiden bolt upright, clearly flustered, "Sh-shut the fuck up and go to sleep, we can talk about that later, in a house. NOT in the wilderness, Hakon." All he does is chuckle as his face heats up.

[admircot]

mentally theres little guy in my head with a ps3 controller

[balloon-dog]

Hiiii, just wanted to say your art is amazing!! If you're still taking requests for DSD, I'd love to see Dooley and McQueen going to the cinema or something. Dw if you're not taking them anymore, just wanted to let you know I appreciate you making content for dsd :))

Ah thank you so much!! you're so nice <:,3 glad u like my art <3<3

[crypticscarecrow]

HEY hey consider. Spamton redemption arc, helped along by Swatch (who is curious as to why his hair is now streaked with white (the dye washed out))

this has been sitting in my drafts ever since i got the ask- but consider lil mans,,, yeah,,,

[fogggyjack]

misc art feat. billiam

[silvoldoy]

I actually can't this crossover is way too much fun.

Apparently I can't draw without making a mistAKE I DREW THOMAS' JAMMIES WRONG >:(

[the-commonplace-book]

WE HAPPY FANCAST (part 1)

Arthur Hastings - Arthur Darville Sally Boyle - Cristin Milioti Victoria Byng - Indira Varma Ollie Starkey - Graham McTavish Roger Bacon - Alfie Allen James Maxwell - Adrien Brody Margaret Worthing - Maisie Williams Nick Lightbearer - Jason Schwartzman

These are just my ideas for the main WHF cast ♥ (obviously with a few hair changes were this an actual film adaptation). I'll make another post for supporting cast later, but wanted to share these for now.

Going for a blend of right look and right screen presence~ Ages are a bit wishy washy, but that's par for the course with fancasts heh

[fluentisonus]

writers & storytellers throughout history are like "I'll tell a story about a Fucked Up Island. people love Fucked Up Islands." and they're right

[fogggyjack]

Arthur Hastings! You are an intrepid young man. You've done me a solid.

They don't make'em like you anymore! Well, I suppose they don't make'em at all anymore, ha ha!

[cloverdoodles]

now who…. kofi request that got way out of hand 

[postscriptings]

posting this from main because tumblr refuses to let me show up in the tag

@greetings-from-candyland is now open for asks! (please reblog the first/promo posts to boost it if you can too, i’m super passionate about this ;;)