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My friend loves to send me sad love songs, so not my fault i end up drawing thi s fknnnnnnn otp
Welcome to Beardjacket hell
BODY / APPEARANCE TAG.
tagged by :  @n0t-a-nice-personâ (sorta) tagging : anyone who wants to!
BODY.
Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Muscular thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms. Muscular arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Slender frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame ( 5 ft 4 or shorter ). Â Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Small waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet.Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Broad shoulder. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.
HEIGHT.
Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.
SKIN.
Pale. Fair. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Freckled. Scarred.
EYES.
Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Red. Green. Gold. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.
HAIR.
Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Short. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Floor length. Buzz cut. Bald. Jaw length. Mohawk. White. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Golden brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Auburn. Dyed red. Dyed any âunnatural colorâ. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows.
TATTOOS / PIERCINGS.
Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Shin tattoo. Wrist tattoo. Hand/finger tattoo. Foot tattoo. Neck tattoo. Face tattoo. Chest tattoo. One tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoo. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Tragus piercing. Angel bites. Labret. Stretches out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.
COSMETICS.
Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Never wears make-up.
SCENT.
Floral. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Natural soap. Shampoo. Cigarettes.Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Metal. Rain. Grass. Ocean. Autumn leaves. Baked bread. Freshly baked cookies. Smoke. Campfire. Lavender. Trees. Pumpkin Pie. Musk. Rose. Gingerbread. Oak. Honey. Lemon. Vanilla. Coffee Cake. Mint. Raw hide. Marula.
CLOTHES. italics = for work
Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/formfitting dress. Cardigans. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports-T-shirt. Sweatpants. Tanktop. Cut off t-shirt. Designer. High street. Online stores. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sun dress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. Highslit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater vest. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harlem pants. Basketball shorts. Boxers. Briefs. Boxer briefs. Trunks. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sports bra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Chemise. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Plaid. Black. Dark colors. Fur. Faux fur. Uniform.
SHOES.
Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Boots. Cowboy boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Stripper heels. Bare feet. Loafers. Oxfords not brogues.
Bonfire
n0t-a-nice-person:
It made him smile some to hear how the man found this that relaxing. He was glad to give Beard the chance to wind down and take a breather from work. Everything he did for Beard, really, felt like the least he could do after all the man had done for him.
He had another drink of his cider while the other took up some of the candy from the store, and gazed over at mention of the water. Jacket glanced toward the sea, smiled. âWhat..?â A tinge of teasing, almost a scoff. âIâll followâŠâ No reluctance whatsoever, but instead a tone that suggested his answer was obvious. âWater might be kinda chilly though,â Jacket cautioned quietly. The water being cooler felt good during the day with the sun beating down, but closer to sunset and certainly after, it sometimes felt a little too cold for comfort. Or at least, it became harder to warm up after getting out of the water then.
Jacket followed suit, taking a moment to stick his drink in the sand before standing. In fairness, he had worn his swim trunks - just because they were suitable for the beach. But he pulled out of his letterman, neatly folded it to set it down - in contrast to when he pulled his shirt off and just dropped it.
Contrary to Beardâs weight gain, Jacket had in fact lost a bit of weight since the military. But not much; and as was particularly evident without a shirt on, he remained very muscled and athletic. Also more evident without a shirt on were the scars that littered his frame, only half of them being from his time in the army. True to his word, he followed after Beard toward the water, glancing for the fire briefly and considering that he might have to get it going again if it died down while they were away.
"That's alright with me," he began, grinning at the idea of the water being too cold. "I'm hot blooded. Comes with the hair, you know." As if to prove his point, he carefully jogged over the sand and picked up the pace once he got to the water's edge. It splashed around his feet, gathered beneath with the flow of the tide, and as he came across a small wave he lifted his legs higher to cross through it.
It was definitely cold compared to how warm it undoubtedly was during the early hours of the day, but that didn't deter him any. He dove in once it was deep enough, thoroughly wetting down the entirety of his body then pushed back up a few yards later, his teeth mildly chattering. He kept moving, though, trying to get used to the temperature.
"Not so bad!" The water wasn't, but the wild tangle of his hair? That was a different story. He tried to tame it by pushing his fingers through, combing the wet length back away from his face and off of his freckled shoulders. Keeping upon the balls of his feet, he pushed up now and then when a low wave curled its way toward his back.Â
Bonfire
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Some thought crossed his face, and he gazed for the other man for a long, rather meaningful moment - a strange and turbulent mix of emotions sifting behind his eyes though his expression otherwise didnât reflect too many of them. His gaze fell away a little solemn, or troubled somehow.Â
He thought then about telling Beard what the man had done for him in the army. But it sounded so⊠heavy, and they were so relaxed. It felt too early in the night for that kind of talk. Jacket knew maybe he was just stalling. But later in the night, maybe after some drinking, it would be easier to bring up.
He gazed for his friend again with a bit of concern at the thought of Beard forcibly facing things that could have a negative effect on him. But, with the fire started, he soon turned his attention to it again, idly fixing some of the arrangement to be sure the fire could reach all of it. When he was satisfied, he stepped back to grab one of the ciders and took a seat on his towel. Jacket smiled softly at the otherâs thanks. â.. Yeah⊠Iâm glad we got to do this.â He agreed, even if he had a far more open schedule than his friend.Â
âMaybe it can be a regular thing.â He suggested quietly, opening his cider for a drink of it. The air was warm without being uncomfortably muggy; the beach was often so nice and breezy. The sound of the waves was relaxing as ever. It all felt so calm, almost dream-like.
âIâm hoping so. Coming out here now and then would feel like mini vacations. Lord knows I could use one or ten.â Heâd have to be blind to miss the change in Byrneâs expression, but he didnât mention anything about it even though he wanted to know what was on the manâs mind. Another time, perhaps, when he felt like he understood and knew the man a bit more. It was ironic to consider, especially since they have apparently known each other for years.
Unable to resist the call of the sweets for too long, he dug around for the bag of gummy bears and tucked his soda into the sand to free up his hands. It took a little work to get it torn open but the moment he did he plucked out a few of them, all green and set the bag down, leaning it against his thigh.
âSo if I decide to rush off to the water for a swim, you gonna follow or am I going to look like an idiot being out there by myself?â He lifted a brow at the other, half grinning as he tucked the candy into his mouth then tugged his beanie free for it to be used as a spot for his glasses. His vision was blurry without them but it was better than losing them out in the ocean. He had planned to take a dip after a drink or two but the call of the ocean couldnât be ignored.
Still chewing upon the gummy bears, he pushed to his feet and stripped out of his shirt with only a slightly self-conscious rub to his too-paleâand too fat, in his opinionâstomach. There was no need to mention that he was already heading in, not when he was wandering in that direction.
Beard~
details of a drawing iâm working on!!
(itâs My Boy,, hte Beard)
the things we did and didnât do come flooding back to me now âŠ
a good boy!! done nothing wrong!!
Bonfire
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Jacket nodded, smiled softly. âAll of it?â He thought to ask, in case there was a certain subgenre or era that appealed to the other man most. Jacket liked rock well enough. He didnât listen to music much as a whole, but rock was something he was content to have on in the background. âHmm⊠Same I guess. Kind of like some pop music,â he admitted with a shy smile. âAnd oldies.â He drew his lighter to try to start the fire with some of the dried palms he had folded into the center of the arrangement.
A glance for his friend with a slightly softened expression, and he nodded some. â.. Sure.â A hesitant pause. â.. Iâm kinda the same way..â Fire tended to make him think about a lot of things. His time in the military. His couple of close calls with explosions. The time he had set a live man on fire.
He was a little uncomfortable with it - but he was comfortable here, on the beach and with Beard. The whole idea of the beach bonfire with his friend had appealed to him. They had exchanged drinks and conversation over a fire many times before, after all.
âAll of it,â he reassured him, having no real preference of one type of rock over another. Finding that Bryne liked pop music had him laughing softly as that was something he wouldnât have expected. Then again, he was still learningârelearning?âthe man, little by little. His laughter drifted off to a chuckle, and then a small smile as the other admitted his own concern about large flames.
âItâs kinda silly I guess? I mean I can imagine why youâd hate them; military and all. Probably had your share of being too close to explosions.â He rolled the soda between his hands, his thumbs smoothing over the surface to wipe away the condensation. âI donât remember any of that, obviously, but itâs still there. Thereâs been a few times I thought about exposing myself to what makes me uncomfortable, just to see if anything will click, but nope.â He shook his head softly then gave a shrug before he swallowed down more of the soda.
âHey, thanks for doing this, by the way,â he began after lowering the soda again. The corner of his mouth rose as he glanced over toward him. âI really appreciate it. I donât get to do much else but work, sleep and eat. Just hanging out with someone for a few hours is a nice change. Â
just a doodle to kill time tbh i wanted to draw beard but i didnât have the motivation to draw a Real Thing
so heres this
quick drawing of these two buddies
something about burning coals :â0))) i missed beard a lot
Bonfire
Smiling at Beardâs pile and how it had been cleverly gathered on a large palm leaf, Jacket nodded. âMmhm.â They had done pretty good for firewood, between the two of them.
Jacket crouched by the pit, using a stick to move some of the ashes and burnt wood aside, then starting to gather and arrange the newer firewood. Dried palms were folded and tucked into the center along with a few of the kindling sticks Jacket had brought. He glanced over for where his friend was searching through the radio channels. âWhat dâyou like to listen to usually?â He asked, curious if Beard still had the same taste in music.
âIâm pretty fond of rock.â With that in mind he sought out a station he knew well and grinned as he caught one he knew well. It was near the middle of the song but that was fine. Ones that were just as good were soon to follow. Lacing his fingers together he stretched slowly and grimaced as his spine cracked. Sometimes it felt like he was getting far too old to do more than lounge around.
Tugging his shirt back down over his belly, he snagged one of the sodas and cracked it open, wanting to wet down his throat with something sweet rather than one of the water bottles they had brought along. âHow about you? Got any favorite genres or artists?â It was a minor thing to learn, but he believed that he would have known about these things before he lost his memory.
âHey ahâŠmind keeping it kinda low? The fire I mean. Too large tends to make me kinda nervous.â He wasnât exactly sure why; it mightâve been something from before, or just from the blast itself. He never bothered exploring it for how often did he come across huge fires, anyway?
@jekyde i know i kept tellin you i would draw beard for you n im soRRY IT TOOK SO LONG BUT I HOPE THIS IS OK !!!
Bonfire
âYeah.. Just stick to the stuff thatâs away from the water,â he gestured up the half of the beach that was furthest from the water, where driftwood and dead palm leaves found there would more likely be dry enough to catch fire. He had brought kindling too, anyway, to at least help get the fire started.
His own sandals were pushed off. The sand felt cool since it was later in the day. Jacket followed down the beach, staring as much for his friend as for driftwood; the manâs company still felt surreal. Enough that his chest fluttered with unease thinking he might be dreaming or hallucinating or comatose. But Jacket stayed focused enough to collect a few dead palm leaves, some smaller sticks, and some chunks of driftwood. He started back for the fire pit when his arms were full.
Setting it all down next to the pit, he glanced over to check on what Beard had collected, his nervousness smothered again for the time being.
âGotcha, boss!â he called back before picking up his pace, jogging across the sand to near the collection of wood and palms. Feeling a little winded by time he got there, he mumbled something about needing to get back to the gym and set his hands upon his hips, considering his options. There were a few good sized palm leaves, one of which he pulled off to the side to begin piling a few good chunks of drift wood upon. It would be much easier to drag everything this way.
Glancing over to Bryne as he collected some as well, he offered him a smile, noticing his friend looking in his direction. He always had this particular expression upon his face or mild dread in his eyes that melted away toâŠsomething he wasnât sure how to name. Hope? Relief? It often struck up curiosity in the red head but he managed to keep the questions quiet for now. Bryne didnât seem too keen on speaking of some things, regardless of him saying that he could be asked anything.
He set his hand between two large thorns and pulled at the leaf, dragging it over to the pit until it was close enough to be plucked from without the threat of being lit by a stray ember. Dusting off his hands he nodded once. âI think that should be good enough to last for a while, yeah?â He scratched at his eyebrow then moved over to the radio to drop down in front of it.
While the sounds of the ocean were soothing, he preferred something a little more upbeat and twisted the knob, drifting from channel to channel to look for something suitable to listen to.