whats the worst thing thats been assumed about them?( that they knew/found out about)
Leo: “Definitely that I’d hurt any of my kids. I’ve heard from a lot of parents so far this year that they weren’t sure at first about having a man teaching their kids because of…well you know.”
Petey: “that I was ever cis”
Rhodie: “I don’t know if it exactly counts but people would think that my mom was raising me alone because my dad left us or we had to run away from him.” They left out a small huff, “then my grandma came to live with us and I never heard it again.”
Lepus: “That I haven’t worked for everything I’ve got.”
Justin: “When I was at a party once a girl came up to me and said I looked like someone who goes to Yankee Candle for the fuck rush...I still have no idea what it means but I’m scared that it’s a real thing that happens more often than I’d like.”
Dustin: “that I’m an incel.”
Trentin: “maybe not the worst but the most annoying is when people think I’m a little boy.”
Louisa: “when Justin was mid teen he was very skinny. Beanpole. Other mom joked about how she thought I eat his food and that why he so thin. Rumor start, get to point where school counselor calls me. Was nightmare but everything work out ok.”
Eddy: “that I price gouge at my shop. Hell no I don’t, I just make sure th’ guys get fairly paid for their labor on toppa th’ cost for parts.”
Chomper: “I haven’t heard a lot of negative things about me so uh. Hmm.” He thinks a second, “I guess the worst one was that I wasn’t manly enough to be a good father figure? I think I’m pretty manly, just maybe not in a traditional more macho way.”
who is your favorite oc? one that you have a lot of fun making and love their design ect?
((that’s really hard to say because I love all of them for different reasons and I have a tough time picking favorites. As far as design goes I really like Lepus, I feel like they’re pretty unique (though I dont do as much with them these days) and my fursona since I like their sleek goofy spooky look. I put a little bit of myself in each one, but some have a lot more of myself so it seems a bit narcissistic to choose one of those. Leo’s fun because I’ve never really had an outright dumb as rocks character before him so having him try to navigate around that is the best. I also really like the dynamic of Leo, Petey, and Rhodie, because they all seem to balance each other out pretty well without making it uninteresting. Herbert is good too since I like having a character that doesn’t necessarily get a happy ending, but is working with what he’s got and still remains optimistic. Though I’ll always have a soft spot for my first ocs, a frog that I don’t remember the name of that I drew in 2nd grade (about 8 years old), Fred the rabbit that I would draw on the back of my times table tests in 4th grade (10 y/o), and the longest running ocs I’ve had which were Foxtrot and his friends (11-17 y/o). Again it’s really hard to choose))
is eddy close to his parents at all or is he glad theyre dead/dying?
“Yknow I honestly thought I’d be glad when they were gone but now that I’m actually dealing with it I…” he trailed off, “-I honestly dunno how to feel.”
Sure his dad was an ass but it felt weird not getting to say goodbye to him. He didn’t get to see either of his kids be successful or get married or even see his only grandkid. Eddy’d never felt bad about it before now, but grief has a weird way of making you look back and actually think. And what he was thinking now was that at least his mom should get to experience some of those things. Couldn’t really do much about the wedding thing though, but he could do everything else, if she’d have him.
Chomper groaned as he got out of bed, even though he was responding ok to his chemo he was still in a lot of pain most of the time. He shambled over to the bathroom, his retching waking up Eddy. Just another unfortunate side effect that had recently cropped up. Eddy shivered when his warm body hit the cold air of the room, but he got up quickly to check in on his husband.
“You ok?” an all too common question Chomper got these days.
“Yeah, yeah I’m just taking a breather.” he lied, “Gimme a sec.”
“Awright.” Eddy stood awkwardly on the other side of the door, he hated that he couldn’t do anything to help, “Well I’m, uh, I’m gonna get the mail and start the heater.”
Chomper nodded even though Eddy couldn’t see him, “Ok, I’ll be out in a sec.”
Eddy let out a breath, trying to be quiet so Chomper couldn’t hear him sigh, then took his time getting dressed. He liked to still be in the room when Chomper got out into the shower, which he knew would be next since Chomper had a strict routine, just in case something happened. Not that anything would, he reassured himself, since Chomper was still a strong youngish man. Despite how much it felt like he’s aged in the past few weeks. The sound of the showerhead coming on and the soft thump of Chomper’s paws stepping onto the tub floor let Eddy know he got in ok. Which of course he would, Eddy was being silly for worrying that he wouldn’t.
Much quicker now, Eddy walked into the living room to turn on the heater. Because of Chomper’s nausea he didn’t start cooking until after Chomper had taken his medicine, so instead he switched to making sure the room was as comfortable as possible. It was something he could do. The heater grumbled as it got to work, and Eddy moved on to his next task. On cold mornings like this he was thankful that they had a mail slot in the door, and not a mail box like the other houses he used to live in. He shuffled through the various letters and circulars, almost all were ads, so he separated the mail between real letters and more ads about the grocery store. Honestly, not much was left. Two notices from Chomper’s doctor (which from the size of the envelope they were no doubt reminders about appointments he would have in the next month), a christmassy square envelope without a stamp from Louisa that was probably the McCollough’s yearly Christmas card, and a grimy envelope with no return address for...himself?
More curious than worried, Eddy walked back to the bedroom to open the letter so he could hear Chomper better while he was reading. He sat down on the foot of the bed, over the unmade covers, and set down Chomper’s things to put his full attention on this mystery mail. He looked at the post mark, which showed it was from New York City but that was all. Not taking a moment to think about who could’ve sent it, after all there was a lot of shit in NYC, he ripped off the top of the envelope. Not like he needed to save it for the address or something. It was a handwritten letter with very small writing, so he’d need his glasses to read it, but the fact it wasn’t printed out caught his attention. It probably wasn’t an auto generated place then, unless scammers somehow didn’t want their computers looked or whatever. He didn’t know much about technology.
Putting his glasses on, he read the letter. The first line putting him more than on edge.
‘Edmund,
You know it’s been a while and I’m no good at writing so I’m gonna get straight to the point. Dad’s gone and Mom seems to be going with him. If you want to say goodbye you should probably come soon, the doctors don’t think she’s long for this world. I would’ve called but I don’t know your number.
Stay warm,
Jaime
PS sorry for being an ass and not writing the address, since I knew you’d throw it out if you saw it was from us. We’re still in the same building.’
On the bottom there was shakily and poorly drawn flowers and animals. The weird familiarity of the drawings struck Eddy, remembering watching his brother doing that to mail on the subway rides to get more stamps from the post office and eventually getting in trouble when their mom found out that he’d drawn something obscene on a letter to their uncle (who had thought it was funny). Though mostly Eddy was angry.
“Woah what’s got you so worked up?” Chomper said, a towel around his midsection and a very guilty look on his face.
The anger had distracted Eddy so much that he hadn’t heard Chomper get out of the shower. He opened his mouth a few times to try to explain but nothing came to him. He gave up and just handed the letter to him.
“This.”
Chomper, unlike Eddy, didn’t need his glasses for close up and feverishly began reading to see what had upset his man so. Thankfully, Eddy thought, Chomper was a fast reader. The siren lowered the lined piece of paper down from his face, looking at Eddy, who was slightly crying.
Eddy looked up at Chomper, who was making a face that was very difficult to read.
((I’m sorry the comic is taking so long to do, but the good (and bad) news is that the holiday one will be starting soon and I think you guys will really like it! Though it’ll run concurrently with the Halloween one))
