A post with some sketches while I work some some other full pieces.
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A post with some sketches while I work some some other full pieces.
Devvan and Solace ( @scribbleboxfox ) I’ve had the urge to draw these two and so I will scratch that itch.
I just broke my own heart again.
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Reed had rolled over and bumped into something. That was enough to get his attention—he woke up with a muffled, sleepy, “Hnn…?” and prodded at the thing in his bed with his toes.
That thing happened to be a person. Petey was pecking at the fellow relentlessly, chirping in confusion because the nest of sheets Reed had so painstakingly put together for the restless baby bird was squished underneath the perpetrator’s belly. Reed’s eyes began to adjust to the light and he vaguely remembered that he had forgotten to lock his door before going to bed.
”Devvan,” he grumbled. “Your apartment’s across the hallway, how sleepy are you? Get the hell outta my bed.”
The man mumbled and Reed pushed him out. “I said out.” There was a thump and Devvan finally woke up, cursing.
“What the hell?”
Reed, stark naked, stood. He never favored pajamas but he did not appreciate peeping toms, either. “You’re in my dorm. Out. Now, please.”
Devvan looked confounded for a few moments until his eyes settled on Reed below the waist. Reed blushed bright red and exclaimed, “Petey, get ‘em.”
There was a squeaky battle cry and Devvan was running out of the dorm, an unhappy Hoothoot on his heels. Reed just yawned, fixed the blankets for Petey when he returned, and fell back asleep. Petey waddled back in, hopped onto the bed, and fell asleep next to his trainer.
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pros!!
devvan!! he knows how to do it!!
he know i know how to do it!!
he knows i know he knows how to do it!!
he likes trying new stuff!!
he likes it when you kiss his neck and i like kissing his neck!! so!!
killer butt hell yeah!!
cons!!
he might get bored of me??
he already said we should just be friends and stuff and that made me all sad for a while i don't wanna be sad again
oh
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Do it
29. My muse interrupts whatever yours is doing to sit on your muse’s lap
"Devvan!!" A wild blue bunch of bedhead popped out of the bedroom door, as August fumbled to pull his boxers up. "Devvaaaaan!!" The other boy seemed too absorbed in his work, head bent over his workbench.
"Hey, hey, hey Devvan!!" The swimmer frowned and draped himself over Devvan's shoulders with a whine, "Devvaaaan!! Devvaaaaaaaaan!!" He poked his face in front of Devvan's, worming his way into the researcher's lap before finally getting his attention with a slightly frustrated 'what--'
August flashed him a sheepish grin and laced his fingers around the back of Devvan's neck.
"I can't find my pants--"
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Oh, this guy, this motherfucker.Neo would remember how it was when they first met, eccentric, and always moving and innovative, seeing him, literally everywhere. '.................PROBABLY A CRAZY IDIOT.' He wrote against his goggles as he held his cheek, how did they get to be friends again? Probably because Devvan wouldn't stop bugging him.