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The other boys get their bunny costumes! (Paul is having fun, Marko is serving absolute cunt, and Dwayne is humoring them.)

Now you might be wondering, Where's Michael? Not to worry friends, he's coming. I just wanted to give him the attention he rightly deserves ;)

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I didn't really bother to clean or render this image much, but I like the vibes so here you go. Dwayne and David having a nap in the Pack's nest.

Also, my contribution to the Pink Hoodie David trend I guess lmao :>

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Another one! This is my art for @batbait86 and their lost boys inspired fic for @steddiebbang ! People who know me know how huge this is (and if you don't, let's just say the lost boys is a very important movie to me ;) ) I had so much fun with this, and Em was so great to work with! I hope you enjoy :)

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C'mon David, be a good sport.

(Happy Easter! David lost a bet.)

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I know you / I met with you once upon a dream. / I know you / the gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam. /

Yes So my first non-meme fanart is fucking angst because of course it is. P and Romeo and the tragedy of their relationship drive me insane. Click for better Quality, Tumblr kinda crunched this one. (Also you can't really see it, But P is holding the Burnt White King's Ergo. Because pain :) )

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Something I have noticed lol. Not quite sure how David ended up so pathetic in YCCM but he's like that now. Sorry bud, your mystique has worn off and your roots are growing out.

EDIT: YCCM Is @thinkblotted and I's fic! You can read it here

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new fandom who dis?

You can blame @insomnianoctem for getting me into Lies of P, even though I haven't even played a souls-like in my life. Anyway this was a joke that I made in DM's that was so funny I had to make it reality. So yeah, uh. Mute and Enby P Propoganda (Feat. Gemini being Like That)

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First request lmao It's....wanna say late 20s? just before the depression really hit, and they're snitching fruit from some farmer's small backyard orchard

Trying not to wake the farm hounds, or be seen by the people in the house

But the peaches smell too good to pass up

Thank you! love you babe -3-

Thanks love! Here we go.

Summer, 1924 - somewhere in Georgia.

The night is sticky with summer heat and humidity. It lays heavy on the back of Dwayne's neck, his hair clinging to his skin and the damp collar of his shirt. He's crouched in low bushes, the scent of dust and green plants heavy in every unneeded breath he takes. This is stupid. He knows it is, but there's an unspoken anticipation in his limbs. David is crouched next to him, his pale hair a beacon in the moonlight. It makes him easy to spot. Risky, given their current objective.

"Ready?" Dwayne asks. This close, it would probably be smarter to communicate with their bond instead of out loud, but he's nervous. Still new to this. David is a forgiving teacher though.

"Should be," comes the thought, soft as featherdown over Dwayne's senses. "Stay low, I'll watch our back."

Dwayne nods, creeping past the bushes and into the grove of neatly partitioned trees. The air turns sweet in his lungs, and he pauses.

"Something up?" David comes up behind him, hand hovering just above his shoulder. Dwayne's gaze tilts up. Above them, deep, purple-red fruit sways gently, like a collection of miniature hearts. Each one gives off a plume of rich, sweet scent. Bright, tantalizing. Dwayne looks back at David.

"Peaches."

David follows his example and looks up. A smile plays at his lips.

"Later. When we're done."

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Three humans lay dead on the ground, farmhands who they'd baited outside with their typical hunting tricks. The stolen blood sits warm and heavy in Dwayne's stomach. David leans on him, wiping gore from his face.

"I think one of them was drunk," he slurs. His pupils are blown wide when he looks at Dwayne. "Care for a chaser?"

Dwayne laughs, feeling more than a little loopy himself. He gently pushes David off of him and lifts off the ground, floating into the canopy of the orchard above them. Up here, the sweet scent is nearly overpowering. He pulls on one of the peaches, a big, heavy thing, it's fuzz slightly damp from rain or dew. He swipes his thumb over its surface, once, twice, again. Below him, David whistles.

"You get lost up there?"

Dwayne snorts. "Just picking the best one."

"Well get down here so I can try it!" There's a laugh in David's voice, and oh, yes, he's definitely drunk. It must have been the skinny farmhand with the limp, Dwayne hadn't had any of him.

He drops down in front of David, presenting his prize. David appraises the fruit for a second, before taking it in both his hands and biting into it. Juice immediately drips onto Dwayne's palm, sticky and fragrant. David practically moans as he pulls away.

"Christ, that's so good. I haven't had something sweet in ages."

Dwayne snorts, bringing the peach to his own mouth and biting into it opposite of where David had. Sweetness explodes over his tongue, bright and sharp and rich, made better by the fresh blood that still lingers in his teeth. David might be drunk, but his reaction is warranted. It is good.

They gorge themself on fruit almost as much as they had on blood, laughing and shushing each other. It wouldn't do to get caught as thieves, when they'd just covered up the killing. Dwayne lays in the grass, full to bursting and starting to doze off. They need to get inside, but they have time. The sun won't be up for hours.

David collapses down next to him, a long, green leaf caught in his hair. Dwayne leans over to pluck it out, and David catches his hand.

"Hey," he breathes.

"Hey," Dwayne replies. Something warm is unspooling in his chest. He's not sure which one of them closes the gap, brings their lips together. But the brush of their lips is sweet, soft and gentle, even as they stick together.

It's a good night.