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#lylewainfleet #avataroc #avatarsky #dejablu #recomsky #quarlyle #eljayau
AU Lyle Wainfleet stands crouched with Nike Air Force Ones on in a slapdash sketch over an Instagram post. The caption reads, "I took this pic to show off the forces. Baby go hard tho" His newborn daughter Eljay is clutched like a beer in his left hand. She looks unbothered by this.
October 20, 2025 at 6:44 PM
quarfielder.bsky.social
Oldie from twt for mama's day 💐
#quaritch #eljay #avatarsky #dejablu #milesquaritch #eljayau #fankid #avataroc
A colorless sketch of recom Quaritch from my AU where they defect and have a daughter. Ellie is about a year old in this drawing, cradled in Miles' arms as he tilts her fuzzy little cantaloupe head up to look at him—small enough to fit in the palm of his hand. Though her back is to the viewer, her ears and attention are fully trained on her birthfather. Quaritch is engrossed in her too, cooing inaudibly at her with a fond expression. At this point he looks stronger and more like himself, but with the slightly-disheveled tiredness of a dead anime mom. He even has the hair of one, outgrown curls just long enough now to start drooping in his face.
May 12, 2025 at 5:27 AM
quarfielder.bsky.social
NGL half the time this AU is just a trojan horse to make these guys suffer in ways they as (former?) cis men never even considered they would have to live with #quaritch #quarlyle #mpreg #avatarsky #dejablu #milesquaritch #lylewainfleet #eljayau
A simplistic sketch of Miles Quaritch sitting cross-legged and nude on the floor facing 3/4 away from the viewer. There is no background or shading; just flat baby-blue across the whole picture plane. Miles is hunched over with outgrown, disheveled hair and his queue draped haphazardly over one shoulder. He is out of shape, with stretch marks on his hips and thighs as well as sagging skin. His limbs are thin and his bones/ribs are just starting to show through his back, as though he's gained but recently lost a lot of weight. His tail is pulled in close around him. Overlaying his head is a sketch of a white cardboard box topped with an abstract drawing of a bright red fish skeleton. Along the fish's spine, a waveform flatlines as it's "exiting" the skeleton's mouth. Quaritch has dark circles under his eyes and a vacant, hunted stare. Sitting in front of him is Lyle, but he is rendered more like smoke than a person; barely there. He is implied to be speaking to Quaritch with a concerned expression, one hand reaching for his face, but the outline of the box forms a border of sorts that keeps him from actually touching Miles. Whatever he's saying to console his husband is not getting through.
April 12, 2025 at 7:17 AM