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[dailynumbuh86]

DAY 380

[honey-lemon3]

Completely random 1/2 fanfic inspired by the goats @coolthudethecoolest and @theamericanwoodcock this is just a shitty blend of two requests I’m sorry

This is so much longer then I wanted it to be also no proofread expect absolute ass

This entire fic pissing me off I get about halfway through and lose all motivation to finish FUCK.

Ya uh this is ass and barely had dialogue I’m sorry

Ya this is not good goddddd

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Operation: B.E.D.T.I.M.E.

B-oys

E-ventualy

D-ecide

T-o

I-deally

M-Make it

E-ternal

(I couldn’t think of anything else ok fuck you)

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It was that time of night. The time where the streets so quiet and the birds stop chirping. The time where, sensibly, the world should be peacefully sleeping.

For the most part, it was, for every operative was fast asleep in their respective rooms. Everyone of course, except for Nigel.

Nigel was wide awake, lying on his makeshift bed, staring at the wooden ceiling. He tossed and turned, trying to get himself comfortable enough to drift off, but finding it near impossible. He rubbed his eyes, annoyed, as he rolled over again, this time dragging himself off the bed and towards the large computer that sat in the corner of his room.

Nigel was about to power it on, hands inches away from the button to do so, but inevitably dragged his hand away.

No he promised himself he wouldn’t do this anymore. Not keep himself up with work. He remembered that night clearly. Nigel was up late again typing away at adult reports, when he heard his door creak open. He remembers seeing the broad figure standing in the doorway, questioning why he was up so late.

Nigel tried to downplay it, he tried to say that this work was important. But it just didn’t work. He knew then he needed to sleep, and he knew that now too. With a faint groan, he edged his way to his bedroom door, carefully creaking it open and shuffling his way into the wide hallway.

Nigel’s feet dragged him across the treehouse, the one that he held so dear to his heart. He passed rooms filled with complicated technology that sometimes even he couldn’t understand. And finally, with one final push, Nigel made it to the person who made it all possible.

As he raised his right hand carefully, he lightly tapped on the door exactly three times. Twice up near the top of the door, once near the bottom. A secret knock Nigel knew all too well.

After hearing no answer, Nigel was about to turn around, about to leave. He knew it was stupid from the beginning. He didn’t even know why he came if the first place. He knew it couldn’t ever happen any-

“Nigel?”

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As Nigel threw his body around, he was met face to face with the one person he came here for.

“Uh… hey Hoagie.”

Hoagie let the shorter boy inside the wide spacious plane yard-like bedroom, asking Nigel about why he was there in the first place. Was it a attack? Was it a emergency call from moonbase? Was it a bad dream?

“No, no nothing like that..” Nigel replied, refusing to make eye contact. “I was just. Uh.” He stuttered, trying to come up with a good excuse as to his late night arrival. “Bored, I was bored.”

“Uh huh. Sure you were.” Hoagie chuckled, “well if your THAT bored-“ The taller turned around, walked towards a large crate, lifted it up, and swayed carefully over to the other. “-I’m sure you wouldn’t mind sorting some Yipper cards with me, would you?”

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With fits of childish giggles and cheesy taunts the two boys rushed over to the large plane that sat dangling from the wooden wall, towards the ladder that dangled from Hoagies bed.

After trying their hardest, they both managed to drag the box of cards up the rope ladder and onto the cockpit bed of the plane. Basking in their difficult achievement, they sat and took deep breaths, still giggling at how difficult such a seemingly simple task was.

Finally, the two rest their backs against the backboard of the makeshift plane bed, digging their hands into the box of cards to sort the endless amount of cards inside.

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Nigel didn’t know how much time had passed. An hour? Two? Two. He liked that number. The number two could mean a lot of things. The two days of no school he adored every week, the two rocket boots that he also adored, and of course the boy that sat next to him.

Nigel didn’t know what it was. He had a feeling in his heart he could never shake, no matter how hard he tried. Maybe he felt something similar, he remembered something like it when he was dating Lizzie. But no, this wasn’t it. That feeling Nigel got with Lizzie was something smaller, not as important as what this feeling was. This was something bigger, something more than Nigel could ever understand.

Without realizing, Nigel let the cards he was holding slip out of his hands, allowing them to fall to the soft blanket that covered him as he turned his eyes to the boy next to him. Hoagie hadn’t noticed yet, as he was still focused on the cards in his hands, placing them into piles by color and type, his tongue sticking out in the way it always did when he was focused.

It was almost funny. Nigel didn’t know what he felt when he noticed things like that. Little things. He knew Hoagie noticed little things about him. He didn’t know how that made him feel.

In fact, now, Nigel felt rather tired again, something about being here, watching his best friend so calm made him feel calm himself. Slowly, Nigel felt his eyes shut. Batting his eyes closed, he subconsciously laid his head back against the back of the plane bed, letting his head slide down over to Hoagies shoulder.

Hoagie slightly jumped at the random contact, quickly turning his head to the bald boy. He was about to say something, ask him if something was wrong, but then he noticed the others eyes were closed. From behind the sunglasses that sat on Nigel’s face, Hoagie could see Nigels soft closed eyes, surrounded by faint freckles.

Hoagie looked down at the sleeping boy next to him. Nigel looked peaceful, breathing lightly. Hoagie rarely ever saw him like this. The idea of Nigel actually resting was almost foreign to him, and seeing him actually asleep was a blessing within itself.

It made him happy, knowing his best friend was actually sleeping well. It was a feeling he didn’t really know, it was bubbly, nice.

Carefully, slowly, Hoagie reached a hand out towards a button on the side of the plane. He slowly dimmed the lights as to not wake the sleeping boy next to him. Hoagie grabbed the Yipper cards still on the bed and lazily tossed them into the box they came from. He knew he would have to sort them again later, but he didn’t care right now.

After grabbing the blanket that sat at the edge of the bed, Hoagie slowly pulled it over the two of them.

And now, Hoagie didn’t know what to do. The planes cockpit was obviously a tight fit, so he couldn’t just scoot over to give Nigel space. After shuffling around, he eventually settled on awkwardly wrapping his around the smaller boy, lightly placing his chin on Nigel’s smooth head.

As his own breathing began to slow, he thought about how calm Nigel was. Hoagie knew Nigel was hurting about so many things, and it pained him to think about. And here he was, wrapped in a ball, finally at peace. Finally asleep.

Hoagie, at first, didn’t want the internal thoughts to get to him. It was totally gross. He couldn’t! But, of course, he probably wouldn’t ever get this opportunity again…

Slowly as possible, he lowered his head towards the bald head that laid in his arms. With a slow shaking breath, Hoagie laid a faint kiss to the top of Nigel’s head.

Hoagie laid still for just a second, waiting to see if the sleeping boy would wake up from the sudden contact. He laid still for what seemed like hours, listening to the others soft breathing. After being absolutely sure that Nigel was still asleep, Hoagie laid his head back down onto the bed, trying to match the others breathing. As his breathing slowed down, Hoagie felt himself drift of to sleep, calmly pulling Nigel closer.

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They then woke up to Kuki taking more pictures for blackmail the end.

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Ass ending uh ya sorry this is so bad jihtiddbdidndid

[kandykatz]

“Alejandro” | Mini Animatic

Been Meaning To Make This For a Long While Now!, So Glad I Got It Done (;W;).

I’ve Been a Little Caught Up With Stuff, Such as Finishing Up The Packing In The House Before We Officially Move Out Of Here📦

Aside From That, It Isn’t Much But It’s Still Something!

But Yippeee!, More Content Of The Devil Dorks!, Sort Of (;u;).

Oh Yeah!, Got a Drawing Or Two Planned For Pride Month, So Stayed Tuned For That✏️✨

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🍬🎨 Carol, Aiden, and The Deviled Three Belongs To Me!

Skye Dickson Belongs To My Moot @bluepastels29 🩵✨

+ Headcanon Design Of Skye Is Made By Me!

[bugtoonz]

summer themed commission for @grayguardianlw !

wanted it to post it myself because i’m really happy with how it turned out!

the characters (from left to right) are Miko (Gray’s OC), Stacey, Cree, and Violet. Gray made a post with some fun lore for the characters on his own blog, so also make sure to check it out.

you can find my commission info here.

[oddzo]

Wilson Woodrow doodles

Silly

[coolthudethecoolest]

she was so happy to look like a mess

[honey-lemon3]

I thought this was so mich funnier in my head

I need to fucking draw. What am I doing.