Wash Your Hands - Adam J. O' Day , 2020.
American b. 1981 -
Oil on canvas , 41 x 32 in.
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Wash Your Hands - Adam J. O' Day , 2020.
American b. 1981 -
Oil on canvas , 41 x 32 in.
Working on something, it's far from finished, though .
I'm not good with environments, colors and perspectives; I'm training myself to draw with scene references.
My other Stranger Things AUs
Steps to the final version
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"Two words from him, and I had seen my pouting apathy change into I’ll play anything for you till you ask me to stop, till it’s time for lunch, till the skin on my fingers wears off layer after layer, because I like doing things for you, will do anything for you, just say the word, I liked you from day one, and even when you’ll return ice for my renewed offers of friendship."
Ilya: *saying filthy things to Shane in the filthy bathroom* 🥵😈🤤🔥😏🤫🥵🤬😏😋🫦👅💋
Shane: *looking like the lovesick fool he is and thinking* 'oh🥺💕😍my🥺💝god😳😳his😍🥺🥺English🫠🤯🤩😍has❤️🔥😳gotten💞🫶💌🫠sooooo💖🫠🫠😍🥺goood💓🥺💕💘'
(Click 4 better quality! Also, version without dialogue under the cut!)
N: dude, he’s lookin’ kinda red…
T: eh, he’ll get a break in five
N: i want a turn next. Bet I can make him shriek louder than you
T: you’re on, nam-su
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This is how the bathroom fight actually went guys. Trust.
Based loosely off of this fic >:3
When they found Alex, the house was nearly silent. The music that had once rattled the walls of the party had faded to a dull echo in the hallways. Someone had noticed he was missing an hour ago — last seen laughing, drink in hand, swearing he’d be “right back.”
Now he was slumped beside the bathtub, half-awake, wrapped in the hazy aftermath of the night. A half-empty bottle lay nearby, the only witness to whatever had unfolded in those missing minutes. The air was heavy with the scent of soap and regret.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Squid Game (TV 2021) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Hwang Inho | Front Man/Seong Gihun Characters: Hwang Inho | Front Man (Squid Game), Seong Gihun Additional Tags: PWP, Character Study, set after the six-legs game, some referenced canon-typical violence, Blow Jobs, thigh fucking, their bathroom scene Summary:
Young-il opens the door to the bathroom, and as soon as it swings shut behind them, he turns, fists a hand in Gi-hun’s uniform, and shoves him back into a bathroom stall. Gi-hun stumbles, surprised, catches himself on the stall’s wall and looks at him.
“What are you doing?” Gi-hun asks.
“Getting away from the cameras.” Young-il says, like it’s obvious, stepping into the stall with him.
Gi-hun does a quick scan. There are no cameras in here, were there cameras in the main bathroom? He’s not sure.
Young-il leans closer, his hands slip to Gi-hun's waistband, and his fingers slip beneath it. Gi-hun recoils, his hands grabbing Young-il’s before they can go any further, feeling his cheeks flush, nerves and shock flooding through him, confusing him.
“What are you doing?” Gi-hun asks again.