Me actually tweaking over tfem percy

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Me actually tweaking over tfem percy
send in some characters for me to draw!! i need to get out of my comfort zone
looking forward to the weekend when i can finally get some sleep and start up some... general kestis...
manuscript monday ✨
nobody tagged me but i want to get back in the swing of posting snippets so by golly i'm gonna do it one way or another 🖤
this is from a lil porny a/b/o idea i had and i'm hoping to have it out sometime soonish?? lol??
“Can I have your sperm?” “Of course,” Eddie says, kind of stupid, and blinks. It doesn’t clear the chaotic rush in his mind, like, at all. He isn’t sure he’s ever heard those words strung together. “Wait. Run that by me again.” Buck’s face—already pink, perpetually pink—turns red. Like a strawberry or ripe red delicious apple or a blooming red poppy, pretty and fun to look at. Eddie wonders if Buck likes poppies—if Buck even likes flowers, and then remembers Buck has an affinity for the things and buys some any chance he gets so of course, of course, he likes poppies, but liking poppies is a lot different than liking being likened to a poppy, and— “—sperm donor.” Eddie blinks again. “One more time, man,” he says, laughing a bit. “I’m sorry.” Buck’s eyes flit back and forth, this way and that, as if he’s too nervous to meet Eddie’s, and his face turns even redder, bordering purple. And purple is a great color, Christoper’s favorite, and Eddie’s partial to it, too, and loves the dahlias Pepa grows by her front door. He wonders if Buck would like some dahlias to go with his hydrangeas, and then wonders if those two complement one another, and then— “Wait, wait, wait.” Eddie holds up a hand, either to stop Buck or himself he’s not sure. “You want me to be your sperm donor?”
hoping to develop at least two of my OCs to a point that allows me to officially commission art of them this year... it would bring SO MUCH joy... 🥹
I PUNCH BECAUSE I CARE
I can’t even express how much I love it when my main dudes hit each other because they love each other and don’t know how to express themselves. The only time that dudes are allowed to touch or comfort each other is if it’s a part of their performance of masculinity. Then they cry a little and become a million times more devoted to each other. SO GOOD. OH MY GOD. I mean I don’t even have to say anything, you saw the goddamn episode. And if you didn’t... catch the fuck up!