Bro just wants to take a nap ngl. Same Zuka, same.

I Wanna Love You Both [Pt. 2]

[Pt. 1] “Maybe tomorrow”, Skate thought now that it was about a week or so later. He was out and about with Coil, holding the canine demon’s hand as they approached the little studio apartment that the skater and DJ shared. Skate and Boom have lived together for awhile by now, most of it being paid by all of the money the green DJ gets from- Y’know- Being a famous indie DJ! Skate tried his best, pooling in whatever money he could get from fights to help out, but BB would always tell him to “Not worry about it” and that he didn’t wanna make Skate feel pressured to help out if he genuinely couldn’t. That’s one thing Skate loved so much about his childhood friend. That BB was so kind and understanding, that he didn’t try to force anything out of the skater if Skate genuinely wasn’t able to do it. There was so much that Skate appreciated and loved about the green demon, but his thoughts were all jumbled up right now. A squeeze came to his hand which caused him to look up, head tilted towards Coil before he finally realized where they were. Okay, fuck, guess it was now or never! Skate hesitated a little, letting go of Coil’s hand and hurrying up to the apartment’s floor, Coil trailing not too far behind him. Coil didn’t need to come, Skate didn’t ask him to come, but he really appreciated the fact he did anyway. He needed moral support so badly. There it was: the “beautifully” decorated door to the apartment. Stupid little graphic stickers, spray paint marks and all sorts of dorky little signs plastered over it. Playground didn’t care if you decorated the outside of your apartment as long as you didn’t accidentally decorate your neighbor’s too! Skate sucked in a breath, holding it there before exhaling. He looked back, noticing Coil hanging around the top of the stairs. Okay, Coil was there in case he needed him. Thank god because he was so worried about how this would go. After a moment of silence, Skate raised his fist and knocked on the door rather loudly. The music from inside of the apartment died down, followed by the sound of similar footsteps. Soon enough the door opened, realizing the green demon dressed down in some pajamas. A t-shirt and some dorky striped pants that Skate had gotten BB as a joke for Christmas one year. BB perked up, smiling at Skate as the eyes of his visor turned into little “^ ^” to properly express it. “Hey man! Finished up with that little boyfriend of yours?” The pair laughed, a tiny huff of amusement falling from Skate’s nostrils. “Nah. He’s not too far behind… But uh- I wanted to talk to you about somethin’, Boom. If you’re uh- Not busy or anything!” The DJ paused, taking notice of the slight shake within Skate’s voice. It was weird, it was worrying, Skate normally never sounded nervous before. Hell! BB’s had to be the nervous one out of the both of them on multiple occasions. He leaned on the doorframe, nodding with his arms crossed. He was willing to listen. Skate gulped, fidgeting with the little straps of his helmet. Fuck, he didn’t really think of how he’d do this. How would he bring it up? What would he even say? His mind was racing, screaming at him to back out of it now and never come back. But BB was already here, he was already listening. Listening and waiting, being a comforting presence instead of a pressure on him. He loved BB for that too, he loved how comfortable Skate felt around him, how BB would never pressure anything out of him. Skate just needed to say it. He just needed to do it.

KEYTARRRRRRRR FINALLY!!!!!! After so long I was able to doodle something,,,,, Yippie,,,, I love you Keytar you're the coolest fucking GNC parent and leader everrrrr Lore bits: R. Keytar is the leader of Playground and former musician/singer! They're the parent of Confetti Cannon and Discoball Fun facts: -> Keytar's style of music falls under stuff such as "Pop", "rock and roll" and sometimes "heavy metal" -> Their typical fashion sense is very baggy and colorful!!!! -> The pink and green on their outfit represents their children -> Out of all of the faction leaders, Keytar's gear is the weakest from having two children -> They LOVE sweets!!!! Biggest sweet tooth in Playground. -> Keytar is... A little bad with social cues! But they're learning -> Keytar, while being generally GNC/Androgynous, does also feel comfortable presenting as masc too -> R. Keytar's animal theming of choice is a golden retriever!

I Wanna Love You Both [Pt. 1]

Skate was lying in bed with his boyfriend Coil, eyes digging holes into the ceiling above them. Skate was lost, deep in thoughts and all sorts of situations swirling around in his mind. It was starting to give him a bit of a headache. Ow, he didn’t like it. He didn’t like it one bit. He closed his eyes, shifting his head to the side slightly as he felt Coil nuzzle his face deeper against his throat, his boyfriend’s breath grazing his skin. The two had been together for a while now, about a year or so. Skate always sucked with time, so their relationship could’ve been much longer and he was just dumb and couldn’t remember. Yeah, he was probably just being dumb by all means. Him and Coil were really close, the bestest of best friends, but there was a moment in time where Skate’s feelings had shifted into something more romantic. He had been scared, absolutely terrified, he didn’t want to tell Coil his feelings in fear of ruining the totally rad and killer friendship the two had for years. But he managed to do it, he managed to tell his feelings. He had been a mess, stumbling over his words and looking like a total fucking loser in his mind. To Coil, Skate was the cutest ever and returned his feelings full force. Skate had been so happy, so fucking happy. Lately tho, he’s realized he has feelings for someone else too now. Boombox. Another good friend of the skater demon. All sorts of romantic thoughts flooded his head whenever he was with the green DJ. Thoughts of holding hands, thoughts of kissing. The same thoughts he’d have about Coil. Hell! Skate slowly realized he had thoughts about doing that kind of stuff with both of them. Snuggling up with them, kissing both of them, going out on cute little dates and having the best time of his life. He wanted both of them. He wanted them both SO badly. A gentle nip at his neck broke him from his mental spiral, head tilting towards the bi-colored demon. Shit, Coil could always tell when he was worried. Sometimes he hated that, most of the time he loved it. Coil moved one hand down, fitting it snuggly against Skate’s hip before giving it a loving squeeze. “Somethin’ wrong, baby?” Gods above, that nickname, “baby”, it always made Skate melt. Coil made him melt, Boombox made him melt. Fucking god. Skate lie there, eyes locked with the bi-colored demon’s. Coil opened his mouth, about to say something else before Skate interrupted him. “Coil?” Coil raised an eyebrow, cocking his head to the side. “Would… Would you be mad if I told you I had a crush on someone?” Coil cock up an eyebrow before answering. “No, why?” Skate relaxed. Okay, cool! Coil wouldn’t be mad at him. He still hesitated, trying to gain the mental strength to continue on. A small silence washed over the two before Skate continued.

HEALING POTION!!!!!! I love you Healing Potion you're my baby <33333

Unrequited

That's something Follower has heard time and time again. Love's precious, love's a wonderful thing. Follower is capable of loving, yes. He loves his father, he loves his uncles and aunt, he loves his cousins and the animals that dwell around him. But as Follower stared into one of the many pools that were scattered across his father's temple, his brain slowly registered a kind of love he's only felt ONCE. A kind of love that he's always WANTED to experience. Romantic love. To be someone's one and only, to have someone be his one and only. But as he gently dragged his talons across the pool's surface, staring at the face of his childhood best friend in the arms of an alternate version of himself, it hit him like a million different trucks at once. One right after the other. Gut punch after gut punch. He wanted what his alternate version had. He wanted to be loved. He wanted to embrace someone, pull them close and feel their breath against his skin. Could he ever have that? He didn't know, but he wanted it oh so fucking badly. He gripped the front of his ruffled shirt, talons leaving tiny holes within the fabric. Oh how it hurt, oh how it hurt so much. He wanted love. He wanted to be loved.

Dancing With The Stars

Star was seated on the rim of the fountain within the palace's garden, the gently splashing of the water flowing into the base combined with the intergalactic winds was soothing to the prince, some of unintentional lullaby the prince would listen to. The palace's garden was massive, bordered by milky white walls and golden-colored gates, cobblestone pathing running through its lengths and stopping at each entry point. Towering trees, vibrant flowers and fluffy bushes covered every visible inch. Leaves, flower petals and blades of grass swaying alongside the winds. The prince sat there, eyes closed and drinking in the sounds around him, taking in the sensations that washed over him. That was until his tail perked up, catching the sound of faint little clicks against the cobblestone path. Familiar clicks at that. Star's eyes opened, head turning and a smile decorating his face once he saw who was there. Follower, his beloved. The knight stood there, stoic-faced and hand resting on the handle of his sword. Star waved a little, earning a small coo from the knight who moved forward, standing beside the fountain where the prince sat, head tilting to lock eyes with him. Star got up and took ahold of Follower's free hand, interlocking fingers with his fiancé. The pair stood there, a comfortable silence washing over them before an idea popped into Star's head. He hummed, which caught the angel's attention, making him tilt his head in slight confusion. Star being silent wasn't a bad thing or anything if you asked Follower, but he was curious to know what was going on in that head of his. "Follower?" Star began, a smile decorating his face once more. "Have you ever danced before, angel?" Follower paused at that, looking away and taking a moment to think before looking back down at the other with a shake of his head. Star's eyes, despite being covered by his signature mask, lit up with excitement.

The Follower featured in this belongs to @discothemechanic

Personal design for Warp <3 She's got all kinds of patches n dark spots on her clothing from working as a Blackrockian engineer and constantly being in the snow!!! Her horn got chipped from engineer work and she's gotten various scars from said work as well The Blackrock insignia on her ushanka is faded from years of the hat being worn n getting blasted with snow too. And yes, the little pin she has is from Grav. Warp's hair is v short and is normally always hidden under her ushanka!

Dancing With The Stars

Star was seated on the rim of the fountain within the palace's garden, the gently splashing of the water flowing into the base combined with the intergalactic winds was soothing to the prince, some of unintentional lullaby the prince would listen to. The palace's garden was massive, bordered by milky white walls and golden-colored gates, cobblestone pathing running through its lengths and stopping at each entry point. Towering trees, vibrant flowers and fluffy bushes covered every visible inch. Leaves, flower petals and blades of grass swaying alongside the winds. The prince sat there, eyes closed and drinking in the sounds around him, taking in the sensations that washed over him. That was until his tail perked up, catching the sound of faint little clicks against the cobblestone path. Familiar clicks at that. Star's eyes opened, head turning and a smile decorating his face once he saw who was there. Follower, his beloved. The knight stood there, stoic-faced and hand resting on the handle of his sword. Star waved a little, earning a small coo from the knight who moved forward, standing beside the fountain where the prince sat, head tilting to lock eyes with him. Star got up and took ahold of Follower's free hand, interlocking fingers with his fiancé. The pair stood there, a comfortable silence washing over them before an idea popped into Star's head. He hummed, which caught the angel's attention, making him tilt his head in slight confusion. Star being silent wasn't a bad thing or anything if you asked Follower, but he was curious to know what was going on in that head of his. "Follower?" Star began, a smile decorating his face once more. "Have you ever danced before, angel?" Follower paused at that, looking away and taking a moment to think before looking back down at the other with a shake of his head. Star's eyes, despite being covered by his signature mask, lit up with excitement.

The Follower featured in this belongs to @discothemechanic

Do you like my Coil Coil- I had some help from @ketch-sideblog w/the dreadlock ponytail and horns so thank you sweetie <3 My personal design for Coil hehehe. [Yes, the bottom dreadlock jewelry represent two demons. Take a couple wild guesses]

Do you like my Coil Coil- I had some help from @ketch-sideblog w/the dreadlock ponytail and horns so thank you sweetie <3 My personal design for Coil hehehe. [Yes, the bottom dreadlock jewelry represent two demons. Take a couple wild guesses]

Do you like my Coil Coil- I had some help from @ketch-sideblog w/the dreadlock ponytail and horns so thank you sweetie <3 My personal design for Coil hehehe. [Yes, the bottom dreadlock jewelry represent two demons. Take a couple wild guesses]

Return To Sender

Gasoline sloshed around inside of the massive canister as Buster hauled it around, pouring the amber liquid around the exterior of the building, a deadpan expression decorating his face. Step by step, drip by drip. The blue demon lined the outside of the building before kicking open the front door, not caring as it slammed into the wall behind it. He hoisted up the canister over his head, splashing puddles of gasoline all over the inside of the building as well. His dull eyes were relaxed, but pupils blown up wider than one could think was physically possible. Step by step, splash by heavy splash. Soon enough the inside of the building, all of the materials and tools, all of the memories... They were drenched in amber colored liquid. The stench was rancid, vile and made Buster want to vomit the longer he was inside of the building. He tossed the canister down as hard as he could, causing some leftover liquid to gush out from it. He breathed in, inhaling the foul stench of the gasoline. He coughed, turning and heading out of the front doors. He turned to face the doors, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and his trusty lighter. One cigarette pressed between his lips, one flick of his lighter to light the end of it. He stared, pupils somehow seeming wider than before. He took one drag of his cigarette.... Before the whole building was set ablaze.

Y'all like beans? Y'all like Phighting beans? Take these little cuties. Dragonfire belongs to @discothemechanic

HEY. HEY DD. @ohitsjustdaydream COME LOOK AT THIS!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY BESTIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Me and @ketch-sideblog made you this birthday present!!!! Ketch did the lineart and I colored it in :> The happiest of birthday to our favorite Aussie!!!! <3333