#deadeye

Post Mortem lovers?

A sweet lil dead goth and the avatar of the End? -These edge lords match each others’ freak don’t lie to me. They would treat each other well, we all know it.

Canon divergence who? You can’t prove Gerry doesn’t hang out with Oliver as a ghost, is all I’m saying~

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Gerry: Life is just one crotch kick after another.

Oliver: Hell yeah it is, that’s why we don’t have one. Let’s go get a sandwich.

Gerry: I thought you didn’t need to eat food anymore.

Oliver: Yeah, but I like sandwiches.

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Oliver: -And this is the weird Tarot Magic shop I work at.

Gerry: Do you just sit around and fortune tell people’s deaths all the time?

Oliver: Mostly they just buy rocks as a coping mechanism

Gerry: We should merge this with my haunted bookshop, then we’ll really have the creepy local Cryptid vibe on lock.

Oliver: You’re ridiculous.

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Deadeye/Liv in Black Desert Online

("Almost naked in cold" selected because well, it's a rare opposite in this case where she would promptly die of heat stroke and sunburn rather than hypothermia. Also deserts get very cold at night.)

Now, I fully admit that it's been long enough that people creating gunslingers with a decorative poncho, revolver in a quickdraw belt and wide brim hat don't realize the look was popularized by Clint Eastwood as The Man With No Name.

(If you don't know who Clint Eastwood is, ask your parentsgrandparents, they'll be excited to explain him to you).

That said: I'm not really sure what they were going for here, or if the creators know about The Man With No Name movies. Perhaps they just assumed if they slam legally distinct Ashe, Cassidy, steampunk and Daisy Duke together in a blender hard enough it'll result in a great (legally distinct) design.

It's particularly offputting in this case because while Black Desert Online has never been great for armor design, when it first arrived it was a pretty good fashion show. This is just a mess, with... I suppose you could call this a fashion blanket?

Oh, I guess they did know about the old movies.

somethin' short, somethin' sweet xDDD

The Meeting:

"Fuckin shit!" Two voices hissed in unison as a third simply said, "Fragging owww."

They all blinked at one another. And as one, they cocked their heads to the side.

"Oh my fucking god," Klikbait said. "I'd know that stupid ass expression anywhere."

"You're-!" Deadeye said with a wide grin.

"ME!" Ricochet howled as he punched the air. "Let's fucking goooo!"

"This is crazy," Deadeye said as he walked over to poke at Klikbait. "Why are you so short?"

"I'm a motorcycle, bitch," Klikbait snapped. "They're tiny."

"The better question is," Ricochet said as he sauntered over with a lazy grin. "Why are the both of you so fucking short?"

"Shut up, you big blue bastard," Klikbait said as he struck a pose. "I bet y'all can't do this!"

He set himself on fire, and the two seekers clapped excitedly.

"Dude!" Ricochet said. "That's sick as fuck!"

"Oh! My turn!" Deadeye said before he reached over and lifted Ricochet up into the air, making him scream in surprise. "Hah!"

"What do you do?" Klikbait asked Ricochet as he extinguished his flames. "If I'm the arsonist and me number two over there is strong as shit, then you-"

Ricochet snorted as Deadeye placed him back down. "I'm a fuckin' tank bro. I can take hits like nothing, and I can deflect so much shit."

"Bet," Klikbait sneered as he spat out a fireball at the blue seeker, who grinned and raised his arm.

Sure enough, the fireball swirled around the appendage before rocketing back towards Klikbait, who was sent stumbling back with an 'oof!' as the fireball exploded on his chassis.

"Nice!" Deadeye gushed. "Oh! What are our names?"

"I called myself Klikbait," Klikbait said as he brushed soot off of himself. "What about you?"

"Deadeye," Deadeye said happily. "Screamer named me since he didn't like Jetlag."

"What? What's wrong with Jetlag?" Ricochet and Klikbait both asked at the same time.

"It's a good ass name," Klikbait said, nodding. "Straight to the fuckin' point too."

"Agreed," Ricochet said, nodding as well. "Whoever this Screamer is clearly has no taste."

Deadeye snorted. "Screamer's my twin brother."

"AYO?!" Klikbait and Ricochet shrieked.

"Fuckin' jackpot, Dead!" Klikbait cackled. "I want a brother too, but I'm good with my kids-"

"YOUR WHAT?!" Ricochet and Deadeye yelped.

"Damn, do I really sound like that when I freak the fuck out?" Klikbait complained as he rubbed his audials. "Fuck. Yeah, I got kids. Hoo boy, about seven of 'em right now." And then he grinned and tapped against his chassis. "And a few more on the way."

Deadeye and Ricochet's optics went wide.

Deadeye flitted over to poke at Klikbait's abdominal plating. "You're pregnant? Like, pregnant-pregnant?!"

"What the fuck, what the fuck," Ricochet hissed as he held his helm in between his servos. "Who the fuck did you fuck?!"

Without missing a beat, Klikbait crossed his arms and said, "Bumbles. And it wasn't fucking. It was some soul-shit. Kinda whack but it was nice." Klikbait cleared his vocalizer and muttered, "The fucking came after..."

"Wait, wait, wait," Deadeye said, waving his servos in the air with a flushed expression. "Would, um, would this Bumbles just so happen to be called Bumblebee?"

Ricochet choked. "No fucking way-"

"Yep," Klikbait said.

"Oh my god," Deadeye wheezed. "Are we all-?"

"With Bee?" Ricochet asked with his helm buried in his servos. "Sure fucking seems like it."

Klikbait burst out into loud cackles. "Oh my fucking god- this is amazing."

Deadeye straightened up with wide optics. "Wait, so does that mean that me and Bee are gonna...?"

Klikbait shrugged. "I have the parts for it. I think it's different for all of us."

Deadeye hummed and tapped his chin consideringly. "Well... I wouldn't mind it. I think I want to have kids too one day." He smiled warmly. "I want to have a big family."

Klikbait elbowed him playfully. "Trust me- once you start there is no way you'll ever fucking go back. It's great."

Ricochet, from where he was smacking his helm against the wall, muttered, "The size difference is fucking immense- if we have any kids, they'll literally be microscopic-"

"You good?" Both Klikbait and Deadeye asked the muttering seeker.

"Fuckin' peachy," Ricochet wheezed. "Any advice on how the fuck I'm supposed to start a family with a dude who comes up to my fucking knee?!"

FRIENDSHIP WEEK 2026 | hugs & kisses Audrey, Lolo, and Deadeye in Joy Ride

Peep the random Red Hood, he's my favorite DC character❤️

Bonus warm up sketches;