imagine (temporarily) changing your entire mode of existence for an important political trip to a planet that's so very different from your home and it's assaulting all of your newly gained extra senses (and changed familiar ones) from all sides for a week straight and you're not even sure what you're meant to do there because "interstellar ambassador" and "politician" were never actually in your job description and you kind of just really want to be home right now...
...yeah I'd try to burrow myself in the safe familarity of my favorite person's smell, warmth and heartbeat when the world makes me want to explode too
Some dejointed drawings and doodles of my own post-canon headcanons! Where humans send a ship to their neighbors in order to meet them, and make sure their sun didnt die in case Rocky wasn't successful, but end up finding a very much alive Ryland Grace, looking younger than he should and living his best life on Erid
I'm just fascinated by the idea of ââhumans and eridians collaborating and what that would look like. We are so advanced in some areas they lack, while they are so advanced in some areas where WE lack due to our respective biologies, the progress from both sides would be insane.
Of course, Eridians would also want to go to Earth, and is only fair they get a nice place to stay too. Maybe is then Grace decides to go back, to act as an ambassador for the Eridians, to see the place he worked so hard to keep alive. But i think eventually, after many years living on Earth (specially with the extended lifespan) he would want to go back, yeah the 2gs suck on his bones but he has more of a home on Erid than he ever did on Earth, anyway, there's people waiting for him there.
follower eden AU... i have a lot to say about this
the thought fumbled into my mind a peaceful evening last week or so and now it's rotted me so severely that I don't know what to do with myself.
ok design choices: the cloth over his face under his visor is tucked into his helmet, like that. he refuses to take it off. if i could draw this again, i'd change the fabric on his left side and make it cover his entire neck. he has a jacket under there and he has another swathe of fabric draped over the back of his helmet, tucked into the left side of his jacket and falling free over the right side. he has another part of fabric on his left andddd he's got some funny bandages on his hands and his side/knee. i gave him another jacket/hoodie to wear under his main one because i saw that all the followers had quite bulky builds, kinda wanted to replicate that without making him swoll.
THE LORE
so this is follower Eden, i reckon that he probably wouldn't be such an avid cultist whatever and his moral code would definitely be extremely questionable. he's like 70% more unhinged as a follower because he went off the deep end. i like to imagine that his reason for living then became ... whatever the hell it is the followers are doing in czm .. rather than lenny!
though: i think it would be an interesting plot point if he did still meet lenny and basically adopt her. itd be a fascinating conflict of character cuz he's obviously very dangerous and fucked up but now, what he believes his morals to be, are conflicted with the fact he's obviously not gonna just kill a defenseless child much like his follower bretheren wouldn't hesitate to do... you would think it would make him a weaker follower, less willfully strong to cause harm... but actually it makes him even more dangerous imo. insert about a killer with rules vs a killer without rules here: []
also, bb's place in this AU: what about him? well, i wasn't too sure but i was thinking that it'd be a massive point of conflict as well but I reckon it could sort of be an undercover scenario or kingpin scenario where eden has all this information but works with bb/CONTACT to get stuff sorted and done -- maybe the moles have some secret that CONTACT know or something... dont know...
either way, it could go multiple ways with bb. if we thinking more ship-related, the main one is
eden and bb have a sort of enemies to lovers situation going on where bb has a conflict of interest between eden being a literal fucking follower but also eden seems like a pretty good guy.. (corruption bb arc)
but in all honestly like.. CANONICALLY (to this AU, to me!) i think lenny finds Eden first, lenny goes off wandering or escapes or something but keeps coming back to eden. bb finds lenny, it's a sort of cat-has-two-homes situation. bb learns of the danger that eden poses, is VERY disapproving of her interacting with him but also like... hes her pseudo-father cuz its been years atp. cue bb learning about eden, cue trading and canon stuff. maybe something happens with the cult, they find out eden isn't as devoted or is liasoning with CONTACT and exchaning info.. maybe they try and kill lenny. maybe they DO kill lenny... regardless, eden the absolute maniac goes a bit buckwild. after it all, bb asks eden to join him in CONTACT and cue canon!
AND THEN this idea would lead to some FASCINATING IMPLICATIONS for CH once he's got his memory back! he's remembered himself, his identity, and he learns he was fuckking insane! like a horrible person! a follower! but he had a daughter! and also he was crazy!!! and hurt hurt HURT people!!! which would be SOOOO delicious.
ahem anyways. thats about it from me i think on follower!eden au.
White lies đ (please read more under the cut <3)
So happy I finished this thing before ep 8 oof
Anyway, the comic was born out of
my thoughts about Caine's model lacking many essential facial features (as if he was never intended to show any emotions) and yet him being literally the most expressive character in the circus despite everything.
me being low-key obsessed with the implications episode 7 left us with. Players questioning everything they've been told and Caine being in the center of it all.
Just to be clear, I do believe Caine is written as a sentient AI who is just struggling to understand humanity and everything that comes with it. And I think these thoughts about him faking his emotions are inherently wrong within a story. He's oblivious and desperate but not malicious. But couple it with the fact that he's been lying about many other things (so far I'm inclined to think it was for players' sake in his own eyes) and that humans have been suffering for a while dealing with a literal god that doesn't understand them... Well, I have a feeling that they will doubt his motives and literally everything they know, rightfully so.
The amount of attention this little comic received is a bit terrifying and overwhelming and seeing all the different interesting interpretations people come up with I just wanted to explain mine own a little better <3
I want them all to be healed and happy, little guy absolutely included, but man the situation is rough, and the odds are against us
(Also please ignore typos, I'm hyperaware of them and even messed up writing my on name, i was really, really tired :') )
|Warnings:Â blood/ink drinking, sex cuz yes, knotting, oral, p0rn w/ + w/o plot idk (bcz if there is plot, itâs horrible)Â
Night fell over Toontown, very few establishments still open: bars, And like any team that is celebrating their stellar success in finding one of the machines pieces in Garden View, the cup brothers, the B-brothers and their new acquaintances Shelly and Pebbles were drowning their regrets and bad decisions in their poison of choice. The bar had a huge cloud of smoke roaming around the main longue, chocking the poor singer that burst her pipes on the makeshift stage as she sung about some good for nothing lackey she was with in the past year. Â
Cuphead came to the table with a slight wobble in his step as he placed down two more bottles of ageless vodka. âDjrimk it up, buttercupz!â He slurred trying (and failing misserably) to do so, slumping over the chair like some idiot that barely learned how to walk. At that, his brother snorted audibly, starting to blabber a song with bendy, two very apohonic idiots that were though having fun while drunk. Â
âHave you ever her sofa funny river man-â âreeferms mannn!âÂ
It was their very first moment they could wind down and get silly with one another, actually celebrate a small win in the war that finding the machine pieces was gonna be. Shelly ordered some more crispy chicken tenders for both herself and her trusty Pebble to munch at while she tried to fit yet another Prosecco-Sprite combo down her throat. Another glass and then another in, Boris tried to stop her from getting alcohol poisoning, as he already knew that tying to make bendy break up with the beer bottle and singing badly together with his buddy Mugman was going to be harder than when he tried to rip him apart from the bakery down town and those salted pretzels⊠the damned pretzels.Â
Who doesnât love a steaming fresh soft pastries that are so good they med like honey on your tongue and make your soul tingle with that sweet thump only a lover might be able to evoke once again.Â
âLoosen up, puppercut. Yer such a bore-â Cuphead shouted, showing a big glass of whatever alcoholic beverage there was. âDrink up before I mooch you drun-â he hiccuped, the straw in his head bobbing slightly âdrunkâ he giggled and slumped slightly on the table. Â
Boris sighed heavily once more, his tail wagging slightly as he picked up the glass and downed it in one go. He was a very simple man with very simple needs. You are. To make him happy with a pint of beer and some soggy, overly salty french fries. Nothing was going to make him feel better after a rough day more than a fresh batch of fries with ketchup as he was more drunk than a vineyard worker on a Saturday. âFine, fine⊠just donât moan when I tell you I told you so when all of you ask the toilet for its pipe in marriage.âÂ
And so, the only thing breathing that was not drunk at that table was the fucking dog- and no, not Boris. Heâs a wolf, please do not get him confused with the small and hyperactive Pebble. A small yip here and a small yip there were the only things keeping Shelly and Mugman sober enough t remember to feed the dog- and feed the dog they did. Letâs just say weaned to change his name to Boulder if the gang will have many more nights like this.Â
The buzz of the bar was slowly dying down as the night went on and fellas left the small space that reeked like Tuesday takeout dinner and very bad decisions made into the bathroom of said bar. Bad decisions such as the ones Cuphead and Boris were making right now. After the unfortunate situation that Boris got nauseaus from drinking so much on an empty stomach and it ended up in him heaving all he drank into the closest plant pot. And Cuphead, I all his gentlemanliness, decided to help the poor puppet to the bathroom to get some water on his snout and wash the stale taste on the tongue.Â
Nothing wrong till here, right? Wrong: there is something wrong alright when two drunk men end up making out in the bathroom like teens from a sappy early 1920âs romcom. âIt must be illegal to be this fine, doggy.why are you alive?âÂ
âBecause my mama gave birth to me.â Boris chuckled, still drunk out of his brain, with a craving deep writhing him that just couldnât get put out with only a few kisses. âComâere pretty boy~â he cooed pulling Cuphead flush against himself and smashing his muzzle to his mouth in a desperate attempt to latch onto him as closely as possible. All teeth and tongue, the collector tried to get the upped he and back from the mutt pushing his tongue in the otherâs mouth, only to be denied with a rather painful bite that drew out small droplets of blood â warm and slightly bitter from days of barely sleeping and escaping stress. Cuphead quickly pulled his head to the side, burying his face in his partnerâs shoulder.Â
âYou donât play fair, poochâŠâ Â
âI never said I play nice.âÂ
Boris started panting slightly, the gnawing hunger barely kept under a thin blanket of self restraint, fangs already bared, tail not only moving left and right like normal â it was calculated, to precise, too controlled. He wanted to give the collector the impression he was all safe and sound. But letâs be honest: no one is when Boris gets hungry.Â
He pushed the cup-headed man to the nearest stall wall, holding him in place as he started to press his claws in his hips; not hard enough to pierce the porcelain skin, but enough to send the right message, âI am here. You are mine.â Teeth coming down on Borisâs neck made him yelp, but not pull away. This was mutual, this was them both having the same drive to get the upper hand. Another whimper ripped out of the mutts throat before he managed to wiggle away some room and get away from those Peary whites threatening him. âHah, so you have. A bit to ya too. How absolutely nice of you, honeyâÂ
They kissed again, Cuphead feeling very, very excited about the fact he scored such a literal babe. And from what? Doing the bare minimum while both drunk? Amazing; he wouldâve done it long before. If he knew Boris was this much of a simple man to woo, he wouldâve done it long before, skipping the playing âcool and cold guy thatâs a literal psychoâ. After all, he wanted to feel his fur on his porcelain since day one when he got punched square in the face. So, his hands began to trail down before his brain could actually make a decision âI want you, pooch. I want you so fucking bad it hurtsâŠâÂ
âThen let me help you get rid of the painâÂ
And with that, Boris knelt down before Cuphead. Like clockwork the door to the bathroom opened and then closed just as fast, a poor sucker deciding he will not learn how to shack up in the back with. Wolf and a Collector. âHow much do you think he saw?â Cuphead asked, reality finally kicking him in the shin and realizing how fucked up it was. Boris let out a softul, not really caring if anyone saw them right now; his mind and hands were too occupied undoing his manâs belt that just didnât want to be opened at the moment. âAwe, pupper. Come on-â growing impatient himself, Cuphead finally worked it out for him.Â
âAinât ya a doll~âÂ
âShut up before I change my mind-â that was all the wolf had to hear to yank down his pants and quickly fist his aching bonner, earning a low curse from the other. He gave him a few teasingly slow pumps, taking in the sight of his very drunk partner. He slowly, slowly gave him few teasing licks, tasting the slightly sour precum. Slightly sweet with just a dash of lemon to it; whatever it was, made Borisâ mind go foggy with need, his own pants becoming horribly uncomfortable at the moment. Â
Cuphead reached down and gently placed a hand at the back of the wolfâs head, lightly guiding his heâd to take him in finally. But Boris refused and pulled away slightly. âYou do realize I have a mouth fullâa fangs right?â The collector chuckled, and sighed, leaning his own head to the wall, handle bumping on he plaster. âLick it up, pup~â Boris was anything but a coward, Boris was anything but a hungry wolf who cannot keep his own instincts in check. Boris is- very much hungry. He growled loudly and dipped down, nipping quite roughly at cupheadâs left thigh. âBelieve me⊠I can barely keep myself together right now you punk.âÂ
Oh that nip was dangerous, because he accidentally drew out a small sliver of blood. Once that sweet, sweet hemoglobin-irony scent it his nostrils, the wolf turned bad wolf in seconds. He licked, rough, slow on the small mark before yanking Cuphead sow by the hips. The other man gasped slightly as he found himself on the floor. âHand and knees, buttercup.â That was no request, that was no question, that was a mother fucking order. And if Cuphead learned anything from living with an ex-military man, you never disobey a direct order. Not even a couple moments after rolling himself on his stomach, the collector felt Borisâ clawed paws roughly yank him back, those damned shiny talons threatening to crack his very much sensitive porcelain.Â
The wolf quickly mounted him, and to be honest no one knows when he lost his own pants in the floor, but he did, throbbing member o so dangerously close to Cupheads hole, as his hand were keeping him spread. âYer a sight for sore eyes, you know that?~â he grumbled with what little restraint he still had before pushing his hips forward.Â
âY-you fucking animal!âÂ
âYeah? Tell me something I donât know.âÂ
Truth be told, rawdogin was one thing, going rawdoging on the floor of a pub, no paly no nothing was downright vile. Even for a horny blood sucking wolf like Boris. âOh for the love of-â he slammed his hips forward, finally getting in- oh but not just getting in, almost bottoming out from the fucking first thrust. Cuphead moaned audiably, not really caring if someone was at the door r if patrons heard them from the main saloon âp-pup- huff oh celestial, fuck me!â Â
Boris was a simple man wit simple needs: salty and overly greasy french fries, a small pouch of blood stolen from the local hospital and a beer once in a while were all what he needed. Until nowâŠÂ now, all he wanted was just to make sure Cuphead knew he owned him now. No other fucking man or woman will ever look at him again, heâll make sure of it. Boris leaned in and bit down hard on Cupheadâs side of the neck while setting up a fast soppy pace. He punctured his skin, tasting more of that sweet metallic blood of his. The poor cup couldnât really do much other than blabber breathless, moany nonesense, gripping at the floor tiles.Â
âOh my fuh-ahh! Easy! P-please p-please I canât go form-much-ahh!âÂ
Did Boris slow down? Heck no. He finally got the cupâoâhis dreams and he was so not going to let go of him. Having had his momentarily fill of blood though, he eventually let go of his neck, licking the deep would vigorously, as he continued to fuck into him with relentless abandon. He was chasing his sky high, not carrying about anything in the world than hearing those beautiful screams of his partner. âfucking hells, imma- mph-âÂ
He slowly ushedforward, forcing the slightly big knot past Cupheadâs poor hole, finally coming inside. The collector wasnât in a different position ether, muffling his voice in his crossed forearms, his load not so discretely painting his lower stomach and the tiles underneath him. Both men panted like cray, trying to come down from their highs, both the alcohol and smell of sex clouding their minds and not allowing them to get a better grip on reality.Â
Bendy had a grim expression on his face as he exited the bar, making a beeline to the rest of the group. âTheyâre gonna take a while, letâs goâ he quietly mumbled, tugging both Shellyâs and Mugmanâs arms in the very opposite direction of the cursed place, where he saw something very unholy -even for a demon.Â
So uh- Mickey might have the blot thats fun have some doodles I made based off it
Mickey having the blot would be so fun for me because wdym Oswalds gonna lose his brother in a similar way he lost his wife to and he's gonna have to realise the years he could've spent spending time with his dying brother were wasted with him lazing around because he couldn't get over his wife
Can you tell I love the Disney bros
I finally get to post these i HEAVILY overestimated how long the mugmutt animation was gonna take and I wanted to post both the bendystraw and the mugmutt animations together but,
BENDYSTRAW UPON YE !!!
I am absolute proud of how this came out but i deffo needed more plqnning on some layers but still! ^^
