Dec 15, 2024
DAY ONE: Snow Day ❄️
I know snow days are considering indoor day, but I couldn’t help myself, so here’s Cam experiencing snow for the first time again!
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DAY ONE: Snow Day ❄️
I know snow days are considering indoor day, but I couldn’t help myself, so here’s Cam experiencing snow for the first time again!
Camus Comprix :)
i loveee drawing stuff i feel like would be posters in the Unwind universe..
Like, i feel like Cam would be on magazines and billboards and in advertisements for stuff,,
this took me likee, 2(?) days to make, i wanted to practice on the shading with cool&warm tones and experiment with some other techniques !!! (nobody asked)
Good etiquette demands I remain soft and accessible in the face of my own ending
My boy Cam<3
Belated Halloween art!!
We got Connor dressing as himself, Nelson and Argent doing the whole "Free Candy Van" scheme, and Cam as Sally from The Nightmare before Christmas
Plus a ATLA reference lol
🤯🤯🤯
Recalled • Part 6 • 43 - Nero
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It’s a Friday afternoon as Nero runs up the stairs of an apartment building fumbling around with keys.
“You’re still promising me the Master right?” Roland shouts as he runs after her.
Nero laughs. “Of course, why the hell would I give you the shitty room if you’re already in a shitty situation?”
Both of them reach the third level and head down the hallway to the second last room. Nero unlocks the door, holding it open for Roland as he drags his things inside. Nero finds it funny how someone could have so many things, then again the majority of her life has been in a ward; where the one form of possession is dibsing something.
Once Roland is done Nero closes the door and finally gets a good look at the apartment.
“Wow, it’s so empty…” she says.
Roland laughs, setting down a vase of forget-me-nots and baby’s breath on the table. “Well yeah, we’re going to fill up that space.”
Nero watches Roland sit down at the table, preening and admiring the bouquet. Roland turns back to Nero, “He got me these flowers as a going away present, dramatic isn’t he?”
“Yeah, he tried bouncing the idea off of me, I just told him to not get you hibiscus flowers.”
Roland giggles at that comment. “That would be a pretty bad idea.”
Nero checks the rooms as Roland stares out the window, it seems like the one to the right is bigger.
“The right room is yours, it’s bigger.” She tells him.
“Ok.” He mumbles absentmindedly.
Nero sighs, Roland is still looking at the flowers.
“I thought you wanted to move in as fast as possible?” She nagged.
“I know, but I just want to live in the moment, I’m happy right now.”
“Really? I just think you’re love stuck?”
“Maybe that too,” He looks up at her. “He’s been more handsy with me lately, giving me hickeys ‘n’ shit.”
Nero is disgusted, “Ew, gross, don’t tell me about that stuff.”
Roland frowns. “You don’t like him do you?”
Nero goes over to him and places a hand on his shoulder. “I don’t dislike him, I’m worried about you. I’ve seen you cry so many times, and I’m worried that you’ll be crying again soon.”
“Uh-huh, it’s just that he told me on Wednesday that you hated him.”
Nero starts to be suspicious about Trevor, yet she shakes it off as just being a miscommunication. “No, of course, I don’t, I’m just worried about you.”
Roland snaps at her. “You don’t worry about me! I’m fine! I’m happy!”
“You don’t sound happy,” Nero mutters, she goes into the smaller room and drops off a few things. Knick knacks, sheets for the bed, and whatnot. When she comes out of the room Roland looks worried and teary-eyed.
“Hey, don’t worry about me, I don’t get hurt so easily by random snaps.” She tells him.
Roland wipes his eyes. “No, it’s not that, it’s Trevor.”
Nero comes over to his side. “What about him?”
Roland waves her off. “It’s nothing.”
“Roland, if he’s hurting you I need to know, someone needs to know.”
“He’s not hurting me, I’m hurting myself.”
“Hurting yourself?” She questions.
“I think we’re going too fast, but I love all the attention. I’d try to tell him, but every time he touches or kisses me it feels so good.” He gasps, looking over at her. “I’m not making you uncomfortable am I?”
Nero shakes her head, then tilts it a little. “Maybe a little, it’s alright to think you’re going too fast. It’s like how Carter says to take it easy on certain gym equipment.”
“Then, do you think I’m going too fast?”
“I mean, some people take it really slow, and others like one-night stands, it’s up to you to decide what you want.”
“I, I think I’m going to tell him I want to take things slower, I don’t want to seem like an attention whore.”
Nero goes to grab a moving box from the entryway. “An attention whore? Who’s calling you that?”
“Trevor is.”
Nero cringes. “And do you like when he calls you that?”
“Sorta.”
“Well my advice for you, get a better pet name.”
“Yeah,” Roland mumbles, he goes over to help Nero move the boxes. “How come you’re always so put together, you never give a damn about anything thrown your way.”
Nero unexpectedly drops the box in her hands, letting out an audible sniff.
Thursday evening Nero sits with Ian in the cafeteria. Nero’s intention of coming here was to see Sam again, but he was nowhere to be seen.
Nero looks over to the table Tonya and her clique sit at. “Sorry, I’m stopping you from sitting with them,” Nero says.
“It’s fine, they’ve been acting cold to us anyway.”
“How come?”
“Tonya was nagging about what you said to her the other day, and I told her that she deserved to hear that.”
Nero looks down at the chilli she swirls her spoon in, she’s never been a fan of chilli. “Did Sam say anything?”
“He agreed with me, but he thought I was too harsh.”
“Mmm, so much for the guy we deemed as Mrs. Norbury.”
Ian leans his head into his hand. “I think he’s talking to Cam right now, he’s been thinking about what he’ll be doing during summer.”
“Doesn’t he already do social media work?”
“Yeah but he’s still a teenager, he does schooling, in the summer he won’t have that.”
“Ah, right,” Nero looks up. “Do you think he’d be interested in doing volunteer work with me?”
“I don’t think he would.”
“Darn.”
Out of the corner of her eye, Nero sees Sam coming towards them with a food portion.
“Did I miss anything?”
“No, where were you?” Nero interrogates him.
“Oh, Nero I didn’t see you, I was just talking to Cam about going to Molokai in the summer.”
‘Molokai? MOLOKAI?! I was almost sent there for self-defence, and now you want to go there for shits and giggles.’ Nero thinks Sam seems to read her face.
“It’s only for a month at the end of the summer, I’ll send you goodnight messages every night if you want that.” He now holds her hands.
“I, I’d like that,” She clears her throat, “I better get going, actually.” She starts walking out of the cafeteria.
“But I just sat down!” Sam yells at her, but Nero doesn’t respond.
Nero goes into the bathroom, she stares at herself in the mirror, she can’t cry, she cannot cry. She can’t believe Sam is going away to Molokai, a full 14 hours away from here; and she’s going to have to sit through so many months dreading it until it happens. How could Sam do this to her, what’s she done to deserve this? Nothing really, but it’s not even Sam’s fault, it’s not something that’s even a punishment. Why is Nero so upset about this? For god’s sake, she was a bœuf, this is something a kid cries about. Nero feels her throat tighten up as tears well in her eyes. She can’t do it, she can’t cry, she takes a big sniff trying to keep it down.
She cries.
“Nero?” Roland calls out to her, she looks over at him, the tears on her cheeks are drying her cheeks out.
“Nero, what’s wrong?” He asks.
Nero starts ugly crying as Roland goes over to hug her. “Sam is going away to Molokai at the end of summer for a whole month!” She whales. “I don’t even know why I care so much, I hardly see him anymore!”
Roland pats her. “Maybe that’s why you care so much,” He pulls her away from him, looking her in the eyes. “Oh, uh, wow, you look gross.”
She sniffs, “Thanks asshole.”
“Sorry, I meant to say that, when I was on the run I thought a lot about Lilian, and how I’d never see her again,” He smiles. “But now I have, so it’s okay, I know how you feel.”
“I-I’ll see him at the end of summer.” She stuttered.
“Damn right, you will!”
Nero sniffs again, “I feel better now, getting that out.”
“And you got it out in a good way.”
She gives him a weird look. “There’s a bad way to let out misery?”
“Yeah, I’d know.” He mutters.
Nero gives him a funny look before continuing to unpack with him. She’s aware something bad happened, yet she’s not sure what exactly it is yet.
I really just can't get over how much I adore Cam Comprix