No tienen idea de las ganas que tenia desde hace añooos de dibujar a estos dos kawlñdpzx. pero en esos tiempos mis habilidades artísticas dejaban mucho q desear jaj
Como sea outlast es mi juego de terror favorito por definición, si todavía no lo jugaron haganlo(?
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Hounding Belly Rubs
Q: Cute idea: Vixey giving shirtless Floyd & Waylon belly rubs. “Who’s a good boy?” :D
A: Idk why but I chuckled that you specified shirtless
pulling up his shirt to show an exposed belly could be more fun though (pic on twitter)
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His Lullaby Snippet [Eddie Gluskin x Waylon Park Fanfiction]
Thought I’d post a small snippet of what I wrote for my fanfic :) Put it out there a bit for anyone who’s looking for a longer fic to read. It’s still a WIP, but much of the book has been completed. I’ll link it here for those interested.
(please don’t reupload :> thank you!)
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“I try and try to treat you well, darling, but-” Eddie continued but Waylon stopped him with a biting slap to the side of the head. The action caught Eddie off guard, and he made a swipe for Waylon. Luckily Waylon was able to duck, hearing the small whoosh of Eddie’s fist flying.
“Stop it, Eddie! Stop it!” Waylon hollered, and Eddie paused at the raise of Waylon’s voice. They both glared at one another, letting the silence speak for them that there was a temporary truce.
Waylon regained his breath and adjusted his leg, all the while Eddie’s eyes were on him, watching him with curiosity that quickly turned to concern. He tried making a move towards Waylon, but the engineer held his palm up and glared daggers at the larger man.
“Stop.” And Eddie did.
“I left because I heard you yelling. I thought you were being hurt,” Waylon explained, his voice now at a reasonable volume. “You sounded like you were in pain, and I wanted to make sure you weren’t being stabbed by a homicidal maniac.”
That would be irony at its finest… Waylon thought to himself.
The explanation seemed to confuse Eddie, his eyebrows drawing together in blatant skepticism.
“I never called for you,” Eddie told him.
Waylon tilted his head to the side, raising an eyebrow. “What?”
“I didn’t call your name,” Eddie restated.
“No, no. I heard that part.” Waylon thought to himself for a moment. “I heard you saying ‘darling’.”
“You’re my darling.”
“I know, that’s not what I meant. No- get away,” Waylon held a palm up to Eddie’s chest, stopping him from trying to envelope Waylon in another hug of reassurance. Eddie made a pouty face as he was pushed away. “I need to think.”
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AO3 Fic Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33015163/chapters/81947437
Wattpad Fic Link: https://www.wattpad.com/story/279564114-his-lullaby-eddie-gluskin-x-waylon-park-outlast
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Let me know what you think! xoxo
~ Vebz
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Robin 02
I had the need to practice shadows and the like, so I went and did Tim against Killer Croc in the sewers. Now I have a newfound respect for every artist who has ever made Waylon, because he is hard to do. And I failed miserably in that regard. Sorry, mr. Jones.
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The Fox and the hound(s)
Q: In an AU where copper and Todd were still going out (in secret of course) and Todd never met vixey, but instead Waylon and Floyd met her at the same time, you think they’d fight for her affection?
A:Get you a girl who can really see you
also I have Ouran on the mind rn so this was really funny timing
also also this gag is harder to do because the two brothers have a huge fur pattern difference on their arms so theyre not too hard to tell apart unless they hide their arms. haha
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