Fun little pinup for everyone tonight >:3
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Fun little pinup for everyone tonight >:3
Close-up under the cut!
It's Totally Not Medfet Play; feat: Jones & Tosk
Tosk's reaction: here
Gotta fuckin doozy for y'all tonight on New Year's Day; a scene from our Chronicle that has been living rent free in my head since it happened several months ago. This is how our pack found Tosk's ghoul Jones, after he was yoinked from our hotel room on the way to Rautulura.
Yeah, Tosk was really upset. Yes, Jones got reassembled (alive) after this. Still traumatic.
Tonight! I come to you with: - structurally unsound bicycle load - mostly safe vespa riding (the dubious following distance counts against her point total) - Tosk 'stg im GOING to frenzy if you make me crash' Toskie - worrying amount of taser for a nighttime bike ride - Dangerous Sabbat Pack (at least half the danger is to each other)
He's being so restrained about it (knowing the Doll would throw things at them or worse for the high crime of 'interrupting its dramatic villain speech on the table for trivial reasons')
tfw you uuuhhh were fishing for scalp touches under the pretense of talking about medical implants, but didn't expect to get flustered like that (by your situationship bluntly teasing you about the not-so-subtle medfet kink you've developed) (in large part bc of him)
at long last (the sketch was done in May of last year); I circled back around to finish up this piece of a very...telling moment - Jones accepting magically-retrieved takeout that the Doll and Rose went to get, after all parties had a horrible time when some kind of eldritch thing attacked our boat.
under the cut; that spooky corridor with no one in it, and the unshaded version of the piece.