#robot eye

My contribution to peak character design

Feels it every time the older boy invades his personal space or laughs or twirls a curl on his finger or when he goes on passionate tangents about anything…

But he cannot get a read on Eddie. Can’t determine if he has feelings for him or if Eddie is just naturally a flirt. Because Eddie does flirt. Makes naughty comments and touches Steve endlessly. But he also does the same thing with Robin and Argyle and Gareth and Jonathan…

There are too many mixed signals…and so Steve tells himself to ease up on the crush. To just be friends…

But it’s like Steve can’t stop his crush from growing. Everything Eddie does makes the crush dig itself deeper into Steve. But it’s just a crush. So…

But one day while they are hanging out in Eddie’s room something happens.

Eddie smirks at him and says, “I had a dream about you last night.”

And the butterflies which woke in Steve’s stomach at Eddie’s smirk do somersaults at the idea of Eddie dreaming of him. “Oh really? What was it about?”

And Steve is looking up at Eddie through his lashes, runs a hand through the front of his hair, and gives him an absolutely *royal* smile.

Eddie blinks. He twirls a strand of hair around his index finger and Steve thinks his blood is going to boil from anticipation, because this is it, his dumbass is finally going to admit he has feelings for him.

Nothing could prepare Steve for what Eddie says next.

He drops his hair and readjusts himself on the bed to turn and fully look at Steve, he gestures with his hands and says, “So it was like I knew something crazy was going on in my dream world, but I wasn’t really privy to it. But I found you in this like sewer. And -” he pauses leans in real close to Steve, “it was insane, Dustin was growing from your stomach. AND you had a robotic eye.”

Steve stares at the goofy grin and the excited eyes looking back at him, “Is that all that happened?”

Eddie shrugs, “More or less, sometimes I have a hard time remembering dreams. It’s like I’ll know I had a dream some mornings but can’t remember shit. Or I remember only the strange details. Or it can be like I just watched a life changing movie and it will haunt me the rest of my life and alter everything I do. But those kinds of dreams are very rare.”

“Huh.” Steve smiles.

Eddie goes into a tangent then about his dreams. Telling Steve about some of his movie like dreams…

Later that night he recounts the dream to Robin. He sighs and puts his face in his hands, “And all it really did was make me realize that I…I love him...”

Robin is silent for so long that Steve forces himself to pull his face out of his hands and stare at her.

She has a perplexed expression on her face as if she is trying to translate something from Russian.

She shakes her head and then says flatly, “Unless you were like birthing Dustin, there is no way that he would be the one conjoined with you. That would be me. Your twin flame. Your other half. Doesn’t that dingus know anything?”

“I just told you I am in love with Eddie Munson, and you are more concerned about why you are not the one growing from my stomach in his dream?” Steve asks.

“Well yeah. I already know you love him.” She tilts her head, her expression soft. Then she straightens up, “You didn’t know?!”

“NO!” Steve gestures wildly, “I thought it was just like a crush.”

“Oh babe…” Robin gasps through her laughter, “You realized you were…in love with him…because he told you he had a dream…where Dustin was growing…from your stomach…”

Melatron: robot, singer-superstar, diva extraordinaire

He’s tall. He can sing. He’s absolutely an idiot in all the best ways. What more could you possibly want? Sass? He’s got it. A complex rivalry for the press to fawn over? Check. Black nail polish? You bet. Strong arms that give great hugs but could also crush you without trying? Absolutely.

Space Cowboy

Sorry, haven't started the next page of 'Just Desserts', yet, but here's a little something for anyone who's still jonesing for this asshole.

In a full-on sci-fi setting I could absolutely see Ben as a space-faring bounty hunter/vigilante. He'll take a really dangerous job if the scum is scummy enough and the pay is high enough, but there are some 'jobs' he just sort of stumbles onto that are worth doing for their own sake.

For example: Ta-da! That slaver cartel that's been stalking around some 'rural' colonies is "taken care of", now! Did someone hire him to do it? No. Still worth the trouble? Absolutely.

December Patreon Sketch - Trauma Team

The always lovely Writer, chilling at a bar after a rough day working on Trauma Team.  But she seems to enjoy her work all the same~ 

((I promise I’m not dead, life has just been hectic so have this redesign of my roboboyo