Fabians Love Life Is A Joke

fabian in a sleeveless pirate coat with mom jeans and booties is something i wasn’t prepared for when i started drawing but was not something i fought against

Riz Gukgak, (Un)Licensed Private Investigator

okayokayokayokayokay but what if they were ALL pirates

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thinking about bill seacaster's progressive impressions of riz is so funny, because it goes from:

kid who gave him a business card he couldn't read, kind of an uptight bitch about the snuff powder

to

kid who, according to kalvaxus, dealt the final blow to him and ate his brain as a prize while he was still conscious? which is something bill seacaster can respect

to

kid who came onto his ship in hell and immediately began to piss on the dude he ate while trying to jailbreak his dad.

anyways what im saying is that you can pretty easily mark the path bill seacaster took from 'why is my son crushing on this nerd, i'll support him but i don't get it' to 'hell yes let's cannonball my future son-in-law into hell, he'll be fine he's as tough as the rest of the family'

Gleaming with love and life.

But as it was, nothing prepared him for the shock of seeing one Fabian Aramais Seacaster, ten years post-death, sitting on his desk almost casually, playing with the fidget cube Kristen had gotten him a couple years ago. 

art for @flipwizardmcgay‘s fic ‘back from the dead’

some quick fabriz sketches

love those sad and tender tough boys :(

3 or 20 Fabriz, suffering time babey!!!!!

3. I’m dying and I’m confessing my love for you

The carpet is going to be stained. It’s such a stupid thing to worry about – if he had to be freaking out about décor, you’d think he’d at least be freaking out at the bloody handprints he’s leaving on the wall, each time he has to stop and get his bearings together, too woozy to keep going. But no, he’s worried about the blood trailing behind him, draining over his broken leg and onto the floor, marking a clear path up Seacaster Manor.

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