#lectricy

[daddiesgonnadie]

@lectricy made a funny so I doodled it

I love their expressions lmao expect more

[desertfragments]

lectricy replied to your post “Lec writes "Best Frien" on Jay's forehead in very messy handwriting,...”

aw poor jay lmao

ngl her teaching him is literally gonna be her smacking him over the lead with a giant letter and screaming incoherently

[theoutcrier]

Doodles from tonight’s stream! @chrome-and-gunsmoke Altar presenting plant XD @lectricy Bonnie and Clyde AU - I CRY EVERYTIME

[daddiesgonnadie]

@lectricy I am still getting used to this but doggo. Bork Bork.

[daddiesgonnadie]

@lectricy

Florist!Lectricy boy for a long overdue trade. Finally got to it. Sorry for the wait. Hope you like.

[theoutcrier]

Cop Starter for..

@lectricy ________________________ The harsh luminescent lights in the holding cell were starting to give Outcrier a headache. His hands weren't shackled anymore, but his ankles were bound as he sat waiting, listening, and thinking over in his head how he was going to get himself out of this shit. He'd been caught for tax evasion then ratted out for orchestrating illegal drag racing, drug smuggling, along with some other...unmentionables. However, the reason he had been brought in wasn't for those reasons, though they can convict him of them, but as a witness to a murder. There were other men in the holding cell with him, but all steered clear of the Outcrier. His reputation preceded him and they didn't draw near, allowing him space on a bench by himself. Not that the Outcrier would have talked to them anyway. In his eyes, he sold to scum but was above it all. It was his job, that's it. Sounds of a creaking door echoed across the room and he looked to see someone in a crisp uniform walk over. He barked orders to him, "Hands behind your back, back against the bars, Outcrier." The Outcrier begrudgingly complied and was let out, following the officer down a long hallway. He had no idea how deep he was in this place so planning escape was futile. He'd never make it. The officer opened the door to a small room and shoved Outcrier inside. There was a table and two chairs along with a pitcher of water and a glass. One wall was made of one-sided glass paneling. An interrogation room.

[theoutcrier]

He can't red good @lectricy

[theoutcrier]

• A Song for a Fumehead • "Seasick, Yet Still Docked" I am a poor, freezing-cold soul, So far from where I intended to go. Scavenging through life's very constant lulls, So far from where I'm determined to go. Wish I knew the way to reach the one I love. There is no way. Wish I had the charm to attract the one I love, But, you see, I've got no charm. Tonight I've consumed much more than I can hold, Oh, this is very clear to you. And you can tell I have never really loved. You can tell, by the way, I sleep all day. And all of my life no-one gave me anything. No-one has ever given me anything. My love is as sharp as a needle in your eye. You must be such a fool to pass me by. @lectricy a song