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My first post here... Cam the trash can....

I’ve seen posts where the Homeowner appologizes to the ohjects in their house when they bump into them even before they get the glasses but consider: homeowner who calls objects baby and darling before they get the glasses. STAY WITH ME cause I do this and have for so long so play in the space with me.

Bumping into a door or accidentally slamming the fridge shut and saying, “Sorry darling.” The lights flicks and they go to the breaker box with encouraging, “You can do it beautiful, you got this,” as they try and get the power back on. Throwing something away and absentmindedly saying, “Thank you, baby,” to the garbage for taking their trash.

Then the dateviators come and they suddenly become so aware that they probably shouldn’t call people they barely know pet names so it all stops. One day they put on the dateviators to see a small crowd gathered looking a mixed between annoyed, worried, sad.

Bev: “Did we do something to upset you?”

Dorian: “You can be honest. We just want to know if you’re alright.”

MC: ?????

Cam: “It’s been weeks.”

MC: “Since???”

Freddy: “Well… you know, Cool Kid.”

Cam (pissed): “Don’t act like you don’t know, baby.”

Thats when it clicks that everyone misses the sweet nicknames and wants to be doted on again. Its cleared up that the MC isnt mad and was just trying not to be weird, but clearly should go back to calling everyone pet names.

Bonus is when they’re giving Cam trash with the dateviators on he will just stare afterwards and not tell them to leave until they give him a “Thank you, Baby” even tho they now know cam likes trash and should be thanking them. Doesn’t matter though cause the light flush on his face is worth it.

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in my quest to go through all my doodles and clean them up, here is a whole BUNCH from my Watch Dogs Phase (specifically Wrench, love that guy)

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From The Amazing Devil’s Instagram, June 28 ‘26

Link to buy the print

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Sundaydriver!

Yay the drawing is complete!

Hopefully now I can function like a normal person...RIGHT? Surely my brain won't find something else to spend all its time focusing on instead of not doing the things it should be doing RIGHT?

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hypnotises you with my artist powers yeees.. yess.. write more sundaydriver fics my pretties..

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He's literally me

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You knew what you were getting into when you started dating Lars. Everyone warned you, even Lars himself.

“He's a very…sensitive person,” Karin said once, the first night you had dinner with them.

You had bristled at the time, at the implication that you weren't aware of who Lars loved.

You were very aware. And you loved him despite it.

You've been dating for two months and the most Lars has done is hold your hand. And you truly, sincerely, don't mind. You would be content not touching him for the rest of your life as long as you still had him.

You stay the night sometimes at his place. He was a bit apprehensive but you promised nothing would happen. And it was true. You would just talk into the night with him until he eventually had to go to bed. He was a working man, after all.

However, he lived in a small garage with only one bed. Without even asking, Lars had set up a small cot in the corner that he insisted he would sleep on while you took the bed. You tried to refuse but he was so adamant and the gesture was so sweet.

So you slept on the bed that smelled like him. It was comforting. His bed was nicer than your own. And with all the blankets surrounding you, it's like Lars was surrounding you. You fall asleep like that, surrounded by his scent and his small snores from the corner.

And it stayed like that for a while.

Until one night.

You were trying to sleep, and you were just at the cusp of it, honestly. Then suddenly the bed dipped. You froze. Not out of fear. But confusion.

Why would Lars be crawling into your bed? Slowly, oh so slowly, the covers were dipped back and you felt Lars slide in along your back. He wasn't touching you, his body was kept a couple inches from yours, but you smiled.

You could hear Lars holding his breath. You were so proud of him for this and you didn't want to ruin it so you stayed silent. You kept your eyes closed.

It was quiet for minutes after. You almost thought he was asleep, but there were no snores.

And then, the lightest touch on your back. You had to fight not to move. Fingers splayed across your back, slowly moving down and resting on your hip.

And then his whole body shifted and he was right against you. You could feel his body heat radiating off him and his breaths were right in your ear.

You stayed completely silent, not wanting to risk spooking him. You tried to keep your body relaxed. If you were tense, it would only freak him out, thinking you weren't okay with this.

You were so okay with this.

It felt like hours but eventually, his breaths petered out until you heard those familiar snores.

You sighed, quietly. God, it was better than you dreamed of. It didn't take you long to fall asleep, surrounded by the comforting mass of Lars.