Just A Breath Away

~2k words kip sabian & orange cassidy, it reads extremely gen (but it can be interpreted as pre-shippy considering how this whole au ends up going)

set in immortal fears/the belt corruption au. ive been trying to get back to writing, very slowly, and heres just. a brain barf from last night. i guess thats the best way to describe it. a whole lot of nothing but deep rooted hateful feelings for 2k words for near the beginning of kips healing arc

warnings; unreality, can potentially be read from between the lines as self destructive thoughts. heavy emotional hurt/comfort. kip is just having a really fucking bad time wow

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate

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”I’m only trying to help you.”

Kip stared up at the ceiling of his designated bedroom, the words echoing in his head. He had heard them so many times before in the past, both in and out of this situation he was currently trapped in, and yet it didn’t make receiving them any easier for him. Especially when they came from the one person he really, really didn’t want to hear them from. The one he didn’t believe them from.

He sighed, more annoyed than anything else. Kip shouldn’t be here, and he knew it. He shouldn’t be under this roof, inside these walls, in this house, on this bed. He shouldn’t be related to any of those things, and yet.

And yet.

He was annoyed. No, scratch that, he was angry. At himself mostly, for allowing this to happen, for letting things go on for so long that he ended up here. For not being able to stand on his own two feet, physically or mentally, so that Kip was forced to let someone else do the dirty work for him.

So that Kip was forced under the care of Cassidy.

A quiet groan escaped from him before Kip could stop it, eyes closing as he felt a wave of unwanted emotions washing over him. He couldn’t exactly place them, give them names, recognize them, but it felt like everything at the same time; anger, sadness, sorrow, hope? He really wasn’t sure. The only thing he could for sure pinpoint down in the darkness of the bedroom was that these were all feelings brought to his mind but just the mere thought of his self-proclaimed arch rival.

And yet he didn’t want to feel any of them.

His body did its best to resist him as Kip tried to roll onto his side, fighting back every inch of the way to the point where it wasn’t even worth it. This wasn’t the first time his mind and body disagreed on the actions he should take, making it painful to even try to move, the pain leaving Kip almost paralyzed just laying on his back on the bed, staring at nothing. The feeling came and went as it pleased, but most often it showed up as an inconvenience when he wanted one thing but was handed another.

It all frustrated him. Angered him. Disappointed him, leaving Kip unable to do anything, left dealing with these feelings in his already loud head all by himself, all alone.

Well…

He could feel the shadows creeping on the edge of his vision, on the edge of his consciousness. It wasn’t anything unusual at this point, but Kip was tired of it. Having to listen to those whispers, calling him names, assigning words to him about how they felt about him. Telling him how fucked up this was, how fucked up he was, how it was his fault. All his fault, how they got here, how he ended up in this situation, how he messed it all up. All his fault.

All his fault.

It had been almost a daily occurrence now. He hadn’t been able to sleep, leaving him vulnerable, open to all of this. The shadows laughed at him, telling him he only needed them, secluding himself was a good thing no matter how much Cassidy tried to keep some sort of a connection with him. Help? Fuck no, he didn’t need help. Kip was much better off without any of that, especially from someone like him.

From someone like Cassidy, who was the cause of all of this. Well, after Kip had managed to fuck it up first, of course. He was the one to ultimately be blamed for everything, after all.

“Pathetic.”

Kip was almost violently ripped out of the serenity of the dark thoughts in his mind, the voice piercing enough to force his eyes open, focusing back on the blank ceiling. He couldn’t see anything else, nothing was moving. The voice, while distant, distorted, almost dark, had a tint of familiarity to it that he didn’t want to acknowledge.

The way it echoed against the inside of his skull made him come face to face with the reality that it was his own, without Kip saying those words out loud, without thinking them to himself.

“You’re disgusting, you know that?”

Kip didn’t reply, but he could feel a new wave of emotions crashing over him. Shame. Guilt. Disgust. The breath he took in was so much shakier than he expected, the loudness of it almost scaring him out of his own skin.

“So disappointing. Get up.”

He wanted to tell it to stop, but Kip just couldn’t. Instead, he felt his body working against his mind, pushing itself up to its limits, sitting up on the bed for the first time in what felt like days. His head was already spinning, the darkness around him hugging him so tightly Kip almost wasn’t sure if this was his bedroom anymore. The soft kisses it left on his skin burned, making him want to scream, both out of pain and the pleasure of feeling something other than nothing, but no sound came out of him. Kip just sat there, trying to find his breath again, eyes looking at the nothing in front of him.

The nothing shaped like himself, smiling back at him, the darkness so wicked in him it was impossible to look away, even if Kip knew he wasn’t real. That it wasn’t real.

“Was this what you wanted?”

Kip wanted to tell him no, it really wasn’t, he never intended it to be like this. He never knew it was going to be like this. If he had even the slightest idea, maybe he wouldn’t have done it. Done anything. He never wanted to even entertain the thought of succumbing to the darkness, to any extent.

Kip never wanted this, and yet there were no words he could say that would make that clear.

“You’re so pitiful. I don’t understand what he sees in you.”

He inhaled sharply, without intending to do so. Kip could almost see the darkness wearing his smirk, laughing at him. Making a mockery out of him, knowing he was way beyond the help. That these thoughts truly were his own, not just something the cursed world was trying to shove into his head anymore.

“He’s given up. You’re a fool for thinking otherwise.”

A fool. Beyond help, so much so that the one person who promised to help him had left him alone. It felt like he hadn’t seen Cassidy in ages. Maybe he was alone in this room, in this house, being left behind with nothing but broken promises, words that ultimately meant nothing. Nothing but lies that he wouldn’t give up. Lies like so many Kip had told to others, only to break them because he felt like it, because they were hazards on his way to everything he eventually lost.

And now here Kip was, abandoned like all his friends by him, lost like everything he had once had.

“All you need to do is give in.”

The voice was like a hot whisper against his ear, making Kip shiver, knowing how wrong all this was. It wasn’t supposed to go like this, it never was.

“Let yourself go. Allow yourself to be done with this.”

The offer was tempting. Kip could feel the expecting eyes on him, forcing him to turn away, as if he was thinking about this. Maybe on some level he was, contemplating if it was worth it. Worth it to keep trying, especially if he was alone. Abandoned. When there was no hope in the horizon. He could be done with all of it, just let the darkness swallow him, allowing him to decay, to rot away, mostly in peace. Maybe even without pain, if he asked kindly enough.

“I…” His voice was hoarse, drifting off into the empty corners of the bedroom, without Kip having no idea how to continue that sentence. He wasn’t sure what he wanted, what he needed. If there was someone, or something, that could give him that. To give him anything. Everything was so fragmented, so cracked, unorganized in his mind that it was impossible to put into words. Of course he only needed actions, to simply allow himself to be taken over, but somehow even that felt more difficult than usual.

Maybe somewhere in there, under all the filth inside of him, was still just the smallest light of hope. How or why, Kip wasn’t sure, but something in him told him that he was able to feel it. Despite everything.

“I-I… I don’t know…”

He felt the darkness pressing tighter against him, forcing the air out of his lungs. Hands on his arms. Hands on his chest. Hands on his neck. Hands on his face.

The scream that escaped him wasn’t audible, being drowned under the voice that boomed in his head loudly enough to make it throb for days to come.

“You don’t know?! Don’t you understand?! You’re nothing! Nothing! Nothing but a pitiful excuse of a weak, pathetic failure! Nobody wants you, nobody needs you! You mean nothing!”

Kip couldn’t reply to it, the headache becoming unbearably too much. He struggled to catch air back into his lungs, every breath burning, making him want to throw up. The spots the hands of the dark had been holding onto him burned, they felt vile, almost violated. He could trace the cold fingertips against his skin perfectly if someone asked, remembering every mark being left on him, the words imprinted into the inside of his brain with every word that had been spoken to him.

He didn’t want this. It was all too much, the feeling pouring out of him in an incomprehensible sob as Kip couldn’t hold the floodgates shut, being too exhausted and in pain to hold it back anymore.

Only as he could feel a soft pair of hands landing on his aching, exposed arm Kip’s head snapped up, eyes barely focusing on the concerned looking face of a familiar blond looking back at him.

“What happened? Are you okay?”

Cassidy’s voice sounded so distant Kip wasn’t even sure if he was sitting in front of him on the bed or not. It felt unrealistic that after everything he would be there. Kip wanted to reach out, so desperately, to make sure he was there, touch him, his face, make sure he felt him breathe. Feel that he had a heartbeat. But he couldn’t move, holding onto the little bit of solace that Cassidy’s hands on his arm gave to him. At least it felt real, even if it would end up not being so.

“I heard you scream. I-it’s okay. I’m here.”

Kip just looked at him, finally feeling the stinging of the tears in his eyes. His senses were slowly returning into the room, him into his own head, making at least a little bit of sense again. Cassidy’s hands on him, squeezing his arm slightly, making sure he was there. The tears staining Kip’s face, the salty taste on his lips actually making sense to him. His hands that he didn’t even realize had been squeezing the bed sheets so hard this entire time.

“I’m trying to help you, Kip.”

Hearing his name leaving Cassidy’s lips cracked something in him. Kip wasn’t entirely sure what it was, but it made him swallow thickly, feeling the lump that had formed in his throat.

“If you can tell me what happened, I--”

“Please.”

Kip’s voice was barely above a whisper, followed by a sob he wasn’t able to hold back. Cassidy looked at him, clearly alarmed, not expecting this from Kip, the tear stained face twisting into some combination of pleading and comforted as Kip finally reached a hand towards him, fingertips barely gracing Cassidy’s cheek in a weak attempt to touch him.

“He… Help me. Please.”

Cassidy’s face softened into an understanding smile, him nodding his head just barely before Kip leaned closer, basically collapsing against him. Cassidy pulled him against his chest, one arm holding him close tightly as the other hand rubbed his back, gently hushing him as Kip broke down in sobs in his arms.

“I will. Don’t worry. I will.”

Pairing: Orange Cassidy/Cherry James Quote: There was only one thing to do. Lock the poor chap in his chambers and keep him there until the poison worked out of his system. Verse: Mafia Mentions of character death

Cherry James wasn’t sure how she had ended up in this situation. She had always been a good kid. Straight A’s, never getting in trouble at school, let alone with the law. Cherry had never wanted anything more than to be the child that she thought her mother and father deserved. Of course, as she got older, Cherry found other pursuits. She loved to read, mostly poetry, and had even written a few pieces of her own. And as she had gotten to a point where she was ready to date, she had found her interest in boys. That’s where everything started to go wrong. Cherry had met the three older boys through her mother Raemona’s bakery. The leader of the trio, a young man whose friends affectionately called Orange, was everything she could have ever wanted. He was handsome, though a bit scruffy with his beard, the nickname of Orange coming from the color of his beard and hair. His soft blue eyes were under thin-rimmed glasses, a certain air of savoir-faire to everything he did. The taller of his friends was a southerner who had moved to New York, Chuck Taylor. While Orange was quiet and laidback, Chuck was anything but. He was a fighter, quick to defend his friends. His shaggy brown hair was almost always unkempt, almost as unruly as the look behind his brown eyes. Then, finally, there was Trent Baretta. Unlike the other two, Trent had been born and raised in New York. He was a pleasant blend between the two men he called best friends, his quietness often becoming a worked-up rage if he needed to protect his friends. Trent kept his black hair extremely short, the same as he did his facial hair. The look in his caramel eyes never betrayed his calculating thoughts. Cherry had become enamored with the three and often tagged along like a little lost pup. She loved to spend her time in the park with Orange, reading him poetry with his head in her lap underneath the trees. She loved learning to ride horses with Chuck upstate, having never had the honor before. She loved seeing the picture shows with Trent, who always seemed enamored with the larger-than-life characters on the silver screen. Still, there were times when the three men would disappear for days at a time. They never told her where they were going, but when they came back, the boys always seemed to bring her presents to make up for their disappearance. That’s when the truth slipped out. Orange and Trent had been arguing over something Chuck had done the night before, using words that Cherry had never heard before. Something about Chuck staying too long at a juice joint? That he had gone on another toot? That their boss would be mad? And so she had asked. The boys, she found out, were bootleggers. Chuck had the recipe for the stuff, the whiskey, and despite the illegality of it, Trent and Orange helped transport it over town to supply speakeasies. Speakeasies like the one that, apparently, her mother Raemona helped run. Her world wasn’t as good as she had always believed it to be. The mother she had wanted to impress so much? The owner of a speakeasy. Her father? A crime lord that the men she loved had cheated out of a significant amount of money because of Chuck’s bender. In an instant, and for love, Cherry had decided to turn her back on her good girl image to help the three men hide their secrets. For a while, it had gone well. She helped the boys evade her father’s grasp in a little apartment of their own. She had protected them for months. Until today. The boys had carried Chuck in, which she assumed meant that he had drank too much again. But the look in Trent’s eyes as they carried him in? He had been crying. The color that Chuck’s skin seemed to take on? That was unnatural. Orange and Trent laid the man in his bed and Cherry could see how shallow Chuck’s breathing was. Something was desperately wrong. “Boys! What…” Trent licked his lips, though he didn’t look at Cherry. His eyes were trained on Chuck, “Jamie…Orange I…” “Stay here with him. I’ll…I’ll go talk with little fruit,” Orange nodded softly. He took Cherry’s hand, leading her to the small den of the apartment. He didn’t sit, pacing instead as Cherry did so. “Cherry…uh…they found us…” The color drained from her face and the grip she had on Orange’s hand tightened, “No. No, we were careful. H…how…” “Chuck went out to eat with someone he thought he could trust. A friend from the war,” Orange’s voice was even, slow. “Trent and I were on our way to…doesn’t matter where. A buggy drives by and tosses him at us. He’s…” “He’s been shot? I didn’t see a wound. And what friend?!” Cherry protested loudly, standing and glancing towards the bedroom. “He…”“Poisoned, not shot or stabbed. It’s the only way,” Orange enveloped her in a hug, “Name Bryan Danielson carry any weight?” The name did carry weight, a heavy amount of it, but not because of her father. “He works with…with my grandpa at his gym. He…he’s a good man. He wouldn’t…” “He did,” Orange confirmed, “Trent rang a doc, but…” “Is he going to die?” Cherry whispered, tears brimming her emerald eyes. For a moment, Orange didn’t reply. His silence was usually something Cherry loved about him. He usually didn’t need words to communicate how he felt. Now? Now his silence terrified her. “Until the doc gets here, there’s only one thing to do. Lock the man up in his room and keep him there until the poison works its way out of his system.”

you're never going to be the most popular magical girl when your colour is orange

cassidy from sleepless domain

It just doesnt taste as good as it did when I was little

Here’s a collection of AEW wrestlers I tried to sketch in the style of old school JRPG artwork. Think like Dragon Quest NPC and character art. Not gonna lie, it’s really satisfying seeing them all together!

Danhausen, The Best Friends, MJF, Abadon, The Dark Order and Julia Hart!

“that’s how ya do it, baby!” [WHACK]

☆{I Need a Hug..}♡

{Rating: Cavity causing Fluff.}

{Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Blood, Chuck and Trent being Loud, Tired Orange}

🚾: Around 600

{Pairing: Orange Cassidy & Lilith Punk}

{Summary: [This takes place after he lost the title to Moxley] But, Orange is Tired and just wants Lilith to be there for him}

[Lilith's POV:]

I had just gotten to the arena in my car, I traveled 16 hours overnight to arrive to the arena where Orange was Fighting. I walked into him and the Best Friends locker room, and Orange was sitting there in a mess of blood

"Darling-" I Gasped

"He refused the medical personnel." Chuck Sighed

"I'm fine." Orange Muttered

"Dear, your not fine.. you need to go to medical" I sighed

"I need a hug though" He Grumbled

"If I give you a hug, will you go to medical with me to get patched up?" I Asked

"Yes.. I will" He said

I hugged him and took him down to medical, he got patched up and sat in the locker room until it was time to leave.

"You wanna go home now?" I asked him

"Yeah... I need sleep.." He said

"Alright, maybe I'll let you put the seat in car down so you can rest while I drive." I said

Trent and Chuck looked at us like it was a kitten and puppy in the same room, they were being loud beforehand, and i actually almost snapped at them for the loudness.

"Shut the fuck up you two, he's tired" I sighed

"But why" Chuck and Trent Pouted

"Orange is exhausted from that match cause Moxley couldn't fuckin' stay away from the Forks" I growled

"Ok we'll be quiet ma'am.." they said

"Good." I sighed

We got in the car and I started driving, we got towards a gas station when Orange asked if I could pull in so he could go get a couple snacks, I refused to let him go in the state he was in, so I got us a couple snacks and then came back to the car.

"Thanks.." He sighed

"No problem dear.." I hummed

♥︎~The End 😭~♥︎

Innuendo - Emery x Orange Cassidy

This idea came to me last night and it was too cute to pass up. Hope ya'll get a kick out of it as much as I did.

Dark Angel of the Bullet Club Masterlist here

Tag List: @katries @mrsmatt @summertimefun1982

If you want added to the tag list, let me know!

Word Count: 538

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“Thanks guys,” Renee smiled at the camera, “Joining me, I have Emery – now, you’ve been gone for a bit, welcome back.”

“Thanks, Renee,” Emery smiled sincerely, “I just…. With everything that went down with BCC and then with the Bucks and Kenny….. Hangman and Swerve… It was just—a lot. I needed some time away, ya know?”

“Totally get it,” Renee nodded, “Now that you’re back, do you have any plans?”

“Actually, yeah. I’ve been watching the show from home, keeping my eye on certain people; cheering my friends, booing those I don’t quite… like…. Uh, but—I think it’s long past time that I branch out away from the Elite and find myself again. Maybe go for some title gold?”

“Which title holder do you think you’ll go for—Julia Hart and the TBS championship or Toni Storm and the AEW Women’s Championship?”

“Ya know, I don’t know. I’ve steered clear of Julia since she joined the House, but maybe it’s time I dip my foot in that pond. Or, speaking of ponds- I could look across the pond and go tit for tat with Toni again. Either…. Way…..”

Emery trailed off, tweaking her head to the side inquisitively as Orange Cassidy and Trent stopped across from her. Renee took a step backward, looking at the two guys, unsure where this was going. Emery’s eyes briefly flickered back to Trent, who gave her a smile and a shrug, obviously not sure what his best friend was doing.

“Hey Ree…” Orange said flatly, looking downcast towards the floor, “Heard you wanted a title match… I think you’ve earned one….. I’ll uh—see you Friday on Rampage….”

Emery’s mouth opened a fraction in surprise and amusement, Renee using her free hand in an attempt to hide her own amused smile.

“Orange, uh,” Trent chuckled, stopping him from walking away, “I hate to say it—but I don’t think TK will sanction a match between you and Emery.”

“Yeahh…..” Emery drew out, coughing out a laugh, “I appreciate the uh… offer, J. But Trent’s right.”

“…. Oh….” Orange slowly spoke, as if lost in thought, as he turned his attention back in her direction, “Uhm…. I guess we’ll do this tonight then…. I don’t have a match…. Uh…. Unsanctioned—for the International Championship….”

“Orange….” Trent said under his breath, shaking his head in amusement.

“…. 11:30… My hotel room. See ya then.” He turned away and walked off, leaving everyone in absolute shock; all three of them were wide-eyed and slack-jawed at what had just happened.

“Uhm--- back to you guys,” Renee coughed out as she tried to hold back the laughter. Trent looked at Emery, surprise fully evident in his eyes, but he shrugged, waving goodbye.

“Uh… Good luck?” Trent told Emery, giving her a thumbs up.

Emery stood there, wide-eyed, mouth agape, face tinting a deep shade of pink, too stunned to speak.

“Yeah. Good luck,” Renee echoed, sucking her lips between her teeth in an attempt to hold back her smile.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Emery wordlessly turned and walked the opposite way that Trent and Orange had disappeared.

Surely, that did NOT just happen. On live TV.

“I’m never going to live this down.”

orange cassidy and pac kinda sorta helping each other during the casino ladder match 💕

Hello there!

i wanna request just..The best friends, Orange, the whole group just in a hug pile...for some reason I'm very soft when it comes to hugs

819 words best friends (orange cassidy, kris statlander, trent baretta, chuck taylor)

ssssoooo i may or may not have finally rewatched stadium stampede from all in 2023 and i still have A LOT of feelings about that match. so this takes place the day after that. i just wanted them all to be very sweet to the suffering little clementine 💜 i hope this is anything, enjoy!!

can be read as platonic or shippy poly friends, whichever floats your boat theres minor mentions of blood but thats about it, other than that its just friends supporting friends and fluff

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate

on ao3

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Everything ached. Cassidy was awake, but refused to open his eyes, feeling the pounding on the side of his head, followed by the stiffness in his neck. Even trying to move his arms as he rolled to his side on the bed hurt, putting any strength into the movement made him feel like he was going to throw up from the sheer pain alone.

He was very aware how rough last night had been, both physically and mentally, but it had been such a long time since Cassidy had last felt it like this that he had almost forgotten how bad the pain was. Getting battered, bruised, and bloodied was one thing, watching his friends go through it as well mostly because of him was another, him shoving his hand into glass and getting cuts and blood everywhere was a whole another suitcase he didn’t want to unpack.

Cassidy winced a little at the sound of the hotel room door opening, even the quietest sound feeling like rumbling in his ears. Even the stadium he had performed the night before didn’t sound as loud as that in his head.

He wasn’t obviously going to get any more sleep so he forced his eyes open, it taking a second for his vision to focus, watching as a familiar looking hand lowered a small bottle of painkillers and a glass of water on the nightstand next to him. Cassidy carefully moved his head, eyes looking up towards Kris, who only smiled back at him as the pain was so obvious on his face she didn’t want to make it worse. He watched as she turned away from him, a finger rising on her lips, clearly shushing the other people in the room on his behalf.

Cassidy was thankful, but it wasn’t like it was going to make that big of a difference.

Without a word he slowly sat up, the painful moans and groans following every movement until he was finally able to throw his legs over the edge of the bed. He closed his eyes to steady himself for a moment, trying to push the painful headache away for at least long enough until he got something to relieve it in him. Reaching an arm for the bottle of painkillers was equally as painful, and Cassidy wasn’t going to lie if someone asked how he was holding up.

Barely.

He struggled for a moment trying to get the bottle open, followed by a defeated sigh as after a few weak attempts he wasn’t making any progress. As Cassidy was about to give up, another hand joined in, carefully taking the bottle from his hands, easily rolling the top of it open and pouring two pills out of it into the palm of his hand. Cassidy watched them, quietly, without a word popping them into his mouth before he was offered the glass of water. He glanced up at Trent, who only nodded back to him and continued to hold the glass for him even after Cassidy reached for it, making sure it was in much more secure hands than in the blond’s trembling ones, carefully tilting it so Cassidy could get a proper drink out of it.

Getting even slightly hydrated was doing him some good, but Cassidy had to admit he still didn’t feel much better. He knew it was going to take some time for the painkillers to kick in, and he just had to wait. Unfortunately for him he was an impatient one, but the soft brush of a hand against his arm soon caught his attention, Cassidy glancing over his shoulder back towards the bed, seeing the familiar face of Chuck smiling back at him as he carefully took a hold of the blond’s arm, nudging him softly back to the bed.

With a little help from Trent to try to help with his aching body, Cassidy was soon positioned in front of Chuck who was sitting up against the headboard, hands carefully running over the tensed up upper back of the blond. Cassidy tried to keep quiet as he felt the jolts of pain through his body, but little by little the hands carefully massaging his back were starting to have the desired effects. Cassidy could feel himself slowly relaxing, his breathing easier, the headache beginning to fade.

After a while the hands stopped, Chuck just steadying him a little as his arms wrapped around Cassidy’s midsection, pulling him against his chest. Cassidy didn’t resist, feeling comfortable for the first time in hours, even more so as he felt the bed shift on either side of them, more arms pulling them into careful, comforting hugs as Kris and Trent joined in.

There was a hint of smile on Cassidy’s lips as silence fell back into the hotel room, all of them just settling in comfortably in each other's arms. These truly were his best friends.

My two favourite types of children at wrestling shows:

- the ones who come dressed up as their favourite wrestler

- the ones screaming for blood

Gifted Adopts by TheFluffyRapt0r from DeviantArt: Blink&Wink, Demon Hands, Cassidy.

Orange Cassidy: (But Do You Recall) The Most Famous Reindeer of All?

Title: (But Do You Recall) The Most Famous Reindeer of All? Theme: Day 5 - Reindeer for @12daysofchristmas Fandom/Character(s): AEW/Orange Cassidy x OFC Warnings: None Word Count: 1,551

Trent comes up with an idea for a gift for Sue, who's invited her along with the gang over for the holidays and she's so grateful to be included. What happens you let them all loose in a shopping mall right before Christmas to take a picture with Santa Claus?

Read it on AO3

Tagged for WIP whenever by my bro @frowningfox !

I tag @israbelle @general-zaroff @artbyvampiraptor @tarasangop and idk who else... if you wanna do it then you can say I tagged you

Now, I have............. ENTIRELY too many WIPS. I'll share some recent ones and some of my favorites that I just haven't got around to finishing.

Here we have an Orange Boy. Started as a warmup sketch, and then I just wouldn't leave it alone so now it's A Thing.

Norman Reedus/Sam Bridges that I haven't got around to finishing but I like how I painted his face.

A Lady Farnese that I started when I was finishing reading Berserk. I love Berserk... I love Farnese, she's so cute.

A painting I started after watching The Shining with my mom for the millionth time. Haven't finished it because I couldn't get the eyes right and it made me mad.

My DnD character, Mr. Murasaki, chillin in casual clothes with his hair down and smokin a pipe.

And another one with his hair down. Even though he wears it up 99% of the time I can't resist drawing his pretty long hair.

Also another one of him from his unfinished ref sheet. I really like drawing him but I have finished very few of my drawings of him.

Sketch of Thanatos I haven't lined because I hate lining things. I will probably figure out a way to finish it that doesn't include lining it.

Sketch of V I haven't finished because I hate drawing clothes. And I'm dreading the tattoos.

Rough draft for a new profile pic!

ANYWAY that's a lot of WIPS. And there's still more I chose not to show off. Some of these are pretty old, but I do intend to finish them... Eventually!