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Another character sheet down! I previously only had one art piece for Jasper, so I'm glad to have more for them.
Tomorrow I'm going to try to get the remaining three done, for Angel, Reina and Vanna.
I have one rendered tiny sketch piece done for Angel and Reina combined so I have to work on a lot of their details, and for Vanna I have NOTHING 🤡 So I'll be creating her character design completely from scratch 💀💀💀
Faust, as usual, is physically incapable of chilling tf out.
Also thought it would be funny if there was an in-universe twitter or smthn and Lucas just shitposts and half of it is about his older brothers love life.
Don't ask me why I do this to myself, another brand new fic up with 4 others unfinished 💀 I NEEDED to get the words out.
I've written over 7k of Teen wolf content today and I've been on a ROLL so I hope everyone enjoys it. I really wish I could keep to a posting schedule omg 🤦🏻♀️🤣
"Tell us now if you don't feel the same, Stiles, but only say it if you can be sure it's the whole-hearted truth." Peter trailed fingers down Stiles' throat torturously slow, to the hem of the tee Lydia had brought him from his apartment.
He opened and closed his mouth a few times, eyes closing when Chris pressed a kiss to the nape of his neck. He couldn't, with any form of honesty, say he didn't feel the same.
"That's not fair," he whimpered, "what if you get caught? What if you get killed? It'd destroy me."
"Could you stop being what you are, just because it would hurt us?" Chris asked.
"That's not fair," he repeated.
"Nothing is fair, darling. So why not take what you can, and let us have this?"
Stiles' brows furrowed together, feeling like he was in pain, but it was all in his mind. It made him nauseated, how much he loved these men. How much he cared for them. How much it would kill him if anything were to happen to them.
"You'll both be the death of me," he whispered, so aware of the stillness of the penthouse in contrast to the heat of their bodies, their baited breaths.
"No, sweetheart," Peter responded with a chuckle, "but I do hope we'll make the most of the life we have left."
I have FINISHED THIS FIC! This one is special to me, as the cross over is with my own universe for a comic series I'm currently working on building and hope to start publishing this year (@sinsofserpent ).
Honestly I think Hobie Brown would get along with the serpent gang most of all the spiderverse gang, and would probably help them out if he ever dropped into the universe.
Leon would be suspicious at first but then would find out Hobie is as much "Down with the man!" as they are and then Jasper would key him in on their plans immediately.
What I'm saying is it's very possible for the serpent-verse to be visitable by the spiderlings 😈
He'd never been a little bitch about his prior tattoos and he wouldn't about this one either. Angel wasn't heavy handed by any means, and after years of getting the shit kicked out of him he had a decently high pain tolerance. But gods, may the moon have mercy on him, choosing to get his knee and shin tattooed had certainly been a choice.
The design was good and solid, Angel pieces always were. Leon couldn't help but think about what Faust might say, if he'd like the fresh ink, if he'd comment on it, then he rapidly shoved the thought from his mind. Who cared what Faust thought? Certainly not him, not when Faust was the one running around making trouble for Leon's entire team.
This tattoo was for him and him alone, another piece of magic for himself, not something for the redheaded giant of a puppy who wore his heart on his sleeve far too willingly for a villain. The last time they'd seen one another they'd fought it out on a rooftop, Leon hardly thought Faust would sit and chat about some fresh ink.
"You look like you're gonna cry," Lucas snickered as he walked in, tablet in hand.
Leon shot his brother a glare, drawling sarcastically "You're cute."
"Absolutely adorable, I know." Lucas winked.
Leon sighed, rolled his eyes and sank back in the seat, careful not to jostle Angel's steady hands. He also ignored her not-so-subtle smirk and wondered what his life had come to.
And, silently, he cursed the fact that he wouldn't change it, regardless of what was to come.