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lectricy boy screenshot study
lectricy boy....
thinking of them
PLEASEEE MORE OUTCRIER AND LEC YOU DRAW THEM SO WELL 🙏🙏🙏
Sorry for not finishing the colored version (for now! I will most definitely finish it in the future and I’ll include some more stuff to go with it!), I was just not having it with this one - the style just doesn’t fit them in my mind?? I can’t explain it. Anyway… I’m normal about these two. Very normal. Incredibly normal even. Anyway. They are in my brain.
Sketchbook pages of The Gays - they may not be very gay but at least they're canon. Knowing me, I'll probably draw them some more later on since I seem to be on a Mad Max (game) kick
made this in 5 minutes before i had to leave for work (i was late)
THE OUTCRIER, AND HIS 'LECTRICY BOY - Mad Max (The Game)
Bonnie and Clyde II
An rp with @lectricy
The heat of West Dallas was a bitch in the earlier months and today was no different. Outcrier was leaning on the bonnet of his friend Clarence’s car with a tall glass of lemonade in his hand. They had been talking business when Clarence’s brother Hebert came back home, some others Crier didn’t know in tow behind. His friends, he was told, were there to help Herbert with his recently broken arm. Outcrier had heard the tails of how he broke it, none of them sticking right. He chuckled at the younger brother and ruffled his slicked hair, “At least y’got friends that take good care of ya. Keep ‘em.”
Herbert smiled and Clarance clapped him on the back, telling him of the cold lemonade inside the house. As the group walked past the car to head inside, Outcrier noticed an outlier in the group, towards the back, a thin man with a shaved head and colorless eyes. He couldn’t help but whistle with a smirk, the man looked good for being out walking in the heat. Clarance cackled at Outcrier’s brazenness and teased, “Spot a new one, eh? Summer fling I can just see it now!” Outcrier chuckled and shook his head, still watching the man from under the shade of his hat. He tipped it his direction, “Summer fling? Ain’t lookin’ fer casual, Clare. Too old fer that now.”