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Lights on the Beach 2023 | OPEN

Featuring:
Sydney Brannon and Justin McBride

---Extra Art---
(i want those baby horses.)

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(there is a summary underneath; for all your quick read needs)

Peaceful nothingness. He didn't even register the sound of the ocean waves gently rolling back and forth across the shoreline. It was all white noise making slumber even cozier. Of course, it wouldn’t be a good story if he just slept all morning. Why would we be here? The peaceful, warm morning came to an abrupt end as his phone sounded off, breaking the rhythmic churn of the waves.
Sydney grunted as his head was pulled away from fuzzy nothing and the throb reminded him that he did drink most of the scattered beer cans and bottles. Christ. It had been a very long time since he drank himself to a hangover. He had forgotten what they could even feel like. Why the hell was his phone even here? He was pretty damn sure he left it in the stable. He almost chose to just let it keep ringing until it would hang up but instincts grabbed it. He was all too used to waking up early and getting to work no matter how shitty he felt.
God, how he wished any other name was displayed on the screen. He would have rather talked to his cheating ass wife than try to half-ass compose himself for this call. He couldn’t ignore it. Not now. “Fuck,” he muttered, willing himself to sit up, answering the phone. “Yea,” he croaked, sounding like he deep-throated a cactus. It was only then he noticed Justin stirring nearby. Jesus Christ, if he looked anything like the trainwreck he was, they really did a number last night. Was that monopoly money in his speedo?
“Who’s at the door,” Justin slurred his words, turning over and stretching.
Sydney ignored Justin, hearing the other end sounding distressed. There was a pathetic sniffle before he heard Jarin strain to ask, “Can you come get me? I need help and I don’t know who else to ask…”
Sydney scowled across the beach, seeing the fairgrounds were quite far away now. They must have gone on a late-night excursion and passed out all the way down the shore. He started to respond but was cut off by another pathetic, “Please, Sydney.” Sydney sighed hard, lowering his head. “No, I can’t.” Of all times! Of all times he was finally called on! He was states away. This was probably his one damn time to make things right, whatever had happened, Jarin actually needed him and here he was, half drunk on a beach in Florida in nothing but some tiny shorts and god knows what else he was covered in, judging by the dick paint he could make out on his thighs. “I’m in Florida. What happened?”
“Tristan - he-”
“What the fuck did he do,” Sydney growled, scowling hard. He didn’t know how he was going to swing a fist and break that fucker’s jaw from Florida but he was willing to give it a try.
Justin had sat up, catching that the call was getting a little serious, judging by 1) Sydney actually answered it and 2) he looked ready to fight a bull. “S’that Jarin?” He thought he could recognize the voice but he was ignored. He rubbed his own throbbing head, listening in without any shame. If it was supposed to be private, Sydney could walk away. Oh…wow…Justin look at the art up and down Sydney’s body and then himself. Hell yea, that was a good night.
“Sydney, I don’t know what to do!” Jarin cried over the phone, “I really messed up and now- and now I’ve ruined everything! Just like I did for you and-and just like you did to me and I don’t know what to do anymore!”
Oh fuck, Sydney was too drunk still yet to understand what hysterics Jarin was in. “...what?” Ruined what? Do what? What? Just what??
“Tristan, Sydney! I messed things up with Tristan!” Jarin cried. “He hates me,” he sobbed. “I thought I was doing okay and I was doing the right thing and- and he- he’s so mad at me and I don’t know what else to do!”
Sydney shoved Justin’s face away from his shoulder that was carrying a strong O-face, soaking in the drama a little too freely. “So fuckin’ what?” Sydney grumbled. “He’s a fuckin’ asshole. I told you that.”
“Takes one to know one,” Justin muttered in the background, earning himself a hard titty twister until he yelped and pulled away.
“He doesn’t believe in me,” Jarin continued to explain. “I’m trying really hard to be better. I want to ride better and he said he thought I could so I was trying to buy this horse and-” he started to shake again, “And he said I can’t have it, I can’t even ride the horses I have now and I can’t train them to be good enough. After he said I was doing so good. Irresponsible and selfish, Sydney. He called me a disappointment. Am I really that bad at riding?”
“No,” Sydney blurted out instantly without really thinking it over. He just wanted to defy Tristan first. But honestly? Jarin was pretty hit or miss. Would Sydney say that right now with the opportune moment to score some major brownie points just tumbling into his lap? Hell, the fuck, no. “Fuck no,” he doubled down. “He don’t got a say in what you fuckin’ want to do, Prince-...” He stopped short, remembering that nickname about got him eviscerated before. Old habits die hard. “You ain’t gotta lick his goddamn boots, Jarin. He ain’t God.”
There wasn’t an immediate response from Jarin for some time but Sydney could hear him sniffle and try to recompose himself. This was the perfect situation to finally pull Jarin away from him. Finally, he was coming to understand what a manipulative bastard Tristan was. And who did he call? Sydney. Who was going to be there for him? Sydney. Who was still half-naked, baked, and drunk on a beach hundreds of miles away? Sydney. Dammit.
“You said you wanted to make things right with me again, right?” Jarin finally asked quietly, more under the control of his emotions.
Sydney returned Justin’s punch to his arm with a lot more force than Justin’s had. If he didn’t think he’d hurl and topple back over, he would have walked away for some more space. “Yea, that’s what I said…”
“If you help me make things right with Tristan…then maybe…maybe I can forgive you…”
Sydney’s scowl deepened. He wanted him to do what the fuck now? The absolute last thing he wanted to do was help him do anything with Tristan. If anything, this was the prime opportunity to shove Tristan as far away as he could. How stupid could Jarin be? He really thought to call him to make him help patch things together with the one that drove them apart- Sydney stopped himself from growling outloud.
“Sydney,” Jarin filled the silence softly. “I know you don’t like Tristan. But I do and I can’t just let things go like this. I’m not a quitter and I want to see this through. Even if he never talks to me again, I want to prove I’m not just an idiot - I want to be taken seriously too.”
“And yer gonna do that how…?” Sydney asked flatly, rubbing his tired eyes.
“I…I need to buy this horse so I can prove that I really am trying my hardest. I can ride it and I can show it and I can be successful too. You believe me, don’t you? I just, I can't quite cover the full bill of sale because the last horse I got and I haven't gotten to compete as much just yet but I'm-"
Sydney sighed quietly to himself, closing his eyes for just a moment while Jarin rambled on. This was the dumbest idea he had ever heard. Why was he hung up on some horse? He had plenty of his own that he could do the same damn things with. Wouldn’t it be more “impressive” if he actually finished one? Didn’t he just get one not too long ago? He was becoming a hoarder, for sure. He cracked his eyes open, seeing Justin nodding and nudging his arm. He was mouthing “do it” enthusiastically and then flexed his arms like he was some kind of hero. Sydney rolled his eyes and gave a little, “What do you need from me?”
“Fifty thousand dollars.”
Sydney was astounded that Jarin could just say that kind of number so easily and not sound like he had wet his pants. He had the nerve to ask a man he knew was in the midst of a divorce with a spiteful woman, probably on the verge of losing his job if he so much as growled at Tristan, and was probably going to lose a lot of clientele and reputation coming out of all this mess he made. Not to mention, this was to “make things right” with the guy that made moves on him that broke everything apart, to begin with. This was a whole new level of stupid even for Jarin. Even so… the next words Sydney could muster wasn’t calling Jarin out for his insanity. “When do you need it?” Even he was surprised at how easy it was for him to ask.
“Sydney, are you sure? I-”
“When do you need it, Jarin?”
“Well, today-this afternoon. They’re bringing the horse- Sydney, no- I can’t ask you to do this. This is stupid. Tristan’s right-”
“The fuck he ain't. He ain’t gonna tell you what you can and can’t do ever again. I’ll get you the money. Hell, I’ll have it wired to the seller, just call me when you talk to them. I’ll handle it.” It was like the spigot had broken and all of this was just pouring out of his mouth. Anything related to Tristan just made Sydney’s blood boil. This was a dumb idea but maybe it would piss Tristan off so much that Jarin just went through with it anyway. And oh, wait until he learned that Sydney financed it and wait until he learned that Jarin requested the help. Sparks will fly. This was how he landed the first punch hundreds of miles away. Fuck you, Tristan.
“Sydney, I…thank you. I know I’m just really upset and this is probably one of the stupidest things I’ve done in a really long time but I just… I just want someone to believe in me. Thank you.” Jarin paused for just a moment, continuing to sound so soft and sweet to him, of course now that he was forking over fifty grand. But that wasn’t it. Jarin was always a bleeding heart. “I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough to help you when you needed me, Sydney. I understand now that you just needed someone when you were hurting-”
“Ain’t none of that yer fault, Princess. I’m…” Sydney caught Justin leaning in too close again and it unnerved him. But he couldn’t let this opportunity get away from him again. He hung his head and ever so quietly finally said the words he owed Jarin from the very beginning. “I’m sorry for hurtin’ you like I did. And if I’m gonna do all this ‘cuz you want someone to believe in you then I need you to believe me too. Can we make that trade?” Sydney gripped his phone tighter than he needed to but he didn’t think that was going to actually pull at him like it did. When was the last time anyone he cared about believed in him and that he could do right by his word? Fifty grand and he just wanted an ounce of forgiveness from Jarin. It was worth every cent.
He heard a little sniffle again before the smallest, “Yea. Yea, I can do that.”
Justin waited until they said their goodbyes before leaning back with a shit-eating grin. “Yer really gonna go cough up fifty grand on a horse you haven't even seen for a dude trying to get back with the guy he dumped yer ass for? Oh, Syd… this is a new stupid for you, buddy. I support it.”
After clocking Justin in the head with one of the empty beer bottles, all Sydney could do was groan and lay back down in the sand. This was the dumbest thing to date that he ever decided to do and for what? A sliver of a chance at… the one person he couldn’t stop thinking about. If it wasn’t the crushing guilt and regret, it was…fuck, just how forgiving Jarin could be to an anger-riddled douchebag like Sydney. He didn’t deserve him and didn’t really understand why he kept at him. He might be too dense to understand why but he just wanted a chance.

(2139 wordcount)
christ it's long, apologies.
story art woes :'''D

tldr summary;
--Sydney gets a call from Jarin
--Tristan has berated Jarin for wanting to buy a horse
--Jarin feels like Tristan now hates him and doesn't believe in his riding abilities whatsoever
--Sydney thinks this is great - Tristan being the villain finally
--However, Jarin actually just wants to prove to Tristan that he can ride and wants this horse
--Jarin asks Sydney to buy this horse so he can prove Tristan wrong. If he does, he'll forgive Sydney
--Sydney just...wtf am i hearing? why would i help you make things better with tristan
--Jarin explains that because Tristan says I can't-
--Sydney says fuck Tristan, let's get you this stupid horse (he's hoping it pisses Tristan off enough that he leaves Jarin for good)
--Jarin thinks it's because Sydney is being nice <3
--Sydney finally tells Jarin he's sorry
--<3
--Justin got to listen to it all and is hyped to be in on the drama.

Previous: Big Bare Bear's Beer Trail Betrayal || Next: It Was An Accident

For anyone reading the story bits - yes, Jarin is a moron. He has officially jumped into the deep end of the pool without a floaty and is going to tread water for as long as he can. Let's hope he doesn't drown. He has plenty of horses of his own. He does not need to do this. But when this boy gets an idea in his head... here we go, everyone hang on. This can't possibly end in disaster.

But hey, Sydney is taking any and all chances he gets from redemption. He'd been looking for a hole to crawl into for so long now and Jarin just opened the door. He's taking it. So what if it's costing him $50,000? For a man losing "everything" and desperate, he doesn't care he's just been pulled into this very terrible idea that he fully knows is going to fall flat on its face. (i wish i had 50k to throw around like it didnt mean anything...)

So, good morning Sydney! Good luck!
Justin back there just "oooohhh snap, lover boy!" If it had been anybody else, Sydney probably would have crawled away.
And you better believe the boys had a lot of fun the night before! A lethal amount of booze and perhaps some extra curriculars on the side~ At least on Justin's part. Look at him. That is a man that got into the fun stuff xD Justin is definitely responsible for the body art on Sydney.

Anywho, that was a big ol' chunk of story I needed to get out of the way. It really should have been two parts but i cba. I'm trying so hard to move things along :''D It's hard <''3

Oh and there was going to be a hair challenge. I wrote lots of words in the hair but I can't even find them anymore so... consider it a super challenge if you can find anything but I seriously doubt anyone will xD btw, i draw things for people that can actually accomplish the hair challenge.

Sydney/Justin/Jarin/Art © Drasayer
Tristan © Saoradh
No specific refs for boys and beach

Procreate/PhotoshopCS6

Description

Lights on the Beach 2023 | OPEN

Featuring:
Sydney Brannon and Justin McBride

---Extra Art---
(i want those baby horses.)

Follows after:
(there is a summary underneath; for all your quick read needs)

Peaceful nothingness. He didn't even register the sound of the ocean waves gently rolling back and forth across the shoreline. It was all white noise making slumber even cozier. Of course, it wouldn’t be a good story if he just slept all morning. Why would we be here? The peaceful, warm morning came to an abrupt end as his phone sounded off, breaking the rhythmic churn of the waves.
Sydney grunted as his head was pulled away from fuzzy nothing and the throb reminded him that he did drink most of the scattered beer cans and bottles. Christ. It had been a very long time since he drank himself to a hangover. He had forgotten what they could even feel like. Why the hell was his phone even here? He was pretty damn sure he left it in the stable. He almost chose to just let it keep ringing until it would hang up but instincts grabbed it. He was all too used to waking up early and getting to work no matter how shitty he felt.
God, how he wished any other name was displayed on the screen. He would have rather talked to his cheating ass wife than try to half-ass compose himself for this call. He couldn’t ignore it. Not now. “Fuck,” he muttered, willing himself to sit up, answering the phone. “Yea,” he croaked, sounding like he deep-throated a cactus. It was only then he noticed Justin stirring nearby. Jesus Christ, if he looked anything like the trainwreck he was, they really did a number last night. Was that monopoly money in his speedo?
“Who’s at the door,” Justin slurred his words, turning over and stretching.
Sydney ignored Justin, hearing the other end sounding distressed. There was a pathetic sniffle before he heard Jarin strain to ask, “Can you come get me? I need help and I don’t know who else to ask…”
Sydney scowled across the beach, seeing the fairgrounds were quite far away now. They must have gone on a late-night excursion and passed out all the way down the shore. He started to respond but was cut off by another pathetic, “Please, Sydney.” Sydney sighed hard, lowering his head. “No, I can’t.” Of all times! Of all times he was finally called on! He was states away. This was probably his one damn time to make things right, whatever had happened, Jarin actually needed him and here he was, half drunk on a beach in Florida in nothing but some tiny shorts and god knows what else he was covered in, judging by the dick paint he could make out on his thighs. “I’m in Florida. What happened?”
“Tristan - he-”
“What the fuck did he do,” Sydney growled, scowling hard. He didn’t know how he was going to swing a fist and break that fucker’s jaw from Florida but he was willing to give it a try.
Justin had sat up, catching that the call was getting a little serious, judging by 1) Sydney actually answered it and 2) he looked ready to fight a bull. “S’that Jarin?” He thought he could recognize the voice but he was ignored. He rubbed his own throbbing head, listening in without any shame. If it was supposed to be private, Sydney could walk away. Oh…wow…Justin look at the art up and down Sydney’s body and then himself. Hell yea, that was a good night.
“Sydney, I don’t know what to do!” Jarin cried over the phone, “I really messed up and now- and now I’ve ruined everything! Just like I did for you and-and just like you did to me and I don’t know what to do anymore!”
Oh fuck, Sydney was too drunk still yet to understand what hysterics Jarin was in. “...what?” Ruined what? Do what? What? Just what??
“Tristan, Sydney! I messed things up with Tristan!” Jarin cried. “He hates me,” he sobbed. “I thought I was doing okay and I was doing the right thing and- and he- he’s so mad at me and I don’t know what else to do!”
Sydney shoved Justin’s face away from his shoulder that was carrying a strong O-face, soaking in the drama a little too freely. “So fuckin’ what?” Sydney grumbled. “He’s a fuckin’ asshole. I told you that.”
“Takes one to know one,” Justin muttered in the background, earning himself a hard titty twister until he yelped and pulled away.
“He doesn’t believe in me,” Jarin continued to explain. “I’m trying really hard to be better. I want to ride better and he said he thought I could so I was trying to buy this horse and-” he started to shake again, “And he said I can’t have it, I can’t even ride the horses I have now and I can’t train them to be good enough. After he said I was doing so good. Irresponsible and selfish, Sydney. He called me a disappointment. Am I really that bad at riding?”
“No,” Sydney blurted out instantly without really thinking it over. He just wanted to defy Tristan first. But honestly? Jarin was pretty hit or miss. Would Sydney say that right now with the opportune moment to score some major brownie points just tumbling into his lap? Hell, the fuck, no. “Fuck no,” he doubled down. “He don’t got a say in what you fuckin’ want to do, Prince-...” He stopped short, remembering that nickname about got him eviscerated before. Old habits die hard. “You ain’t gotta lick his goddamn boots, Jarin. He ain’t God.”
There wasn’t an immediate response from Jarin for some time but Sydney could hear him sniffle and try to recompose himself. This was the perfect situation to finally pull Jarin away from him. Finally, he was coming to understand what a manipulative bastard Tristan was. And who did he call? Sydney. Who was going to be there for him? Sydney. Who was still half-naked, baked, and drunk on a beach hundreds of miles away? Sydney. Dammit.
“You said you wanted to make things right with me again, right?” Jarin finally asked quietly, more under the control of his emotions.
Sydney returned Justin’s punch to his arm with a lot more force than Justin’s had. If he didn’t think he’d hurl and topple back over, he would have walked away for some more space. “Yea, that’s what I said…”
“If you help me make things right with Tristan…then maybe…maybe I can forgive you…”
Sydney’s scowl deepened. He wanted him to do what the fuck now? The absolute last thing he wanted to do was help him do anything with Tristan. If anything, this was the prime opportunity to shove Tristan as far away as he could. How stupid could Jarin be? He really thought to call him to make him help patch things together with the one that drove them apart- Sydney stopped himself from growling outloud.
“Sydney,” Jarin filled the silence softly. “I know you don’t like Tristan. But I do and I can’t just let things go like this. I’m not a quitter and I want to see this through. Even if he never talks to me again, I want to prove I’m not just an idiot - I want to be taken seriously too.”
“And yer gonna do that how…?” Sydney asked flatly, rubbing his tired eyes.
“I…I need to buy this horse so I can prove that I really am trying my hardest. I can ride it and I can show it and I can be successful too. You believe me, don’t you? I just, I can't quite cover the full bill of sale because the last horse I got and I haven't gotten to compete as much just yet but I'm-"
Sydney sighed quietly to himself, closing his eyes for just a moment while Jarin rambled on. This was the dumbest idea he had ever heard. Why was he hung up on some horse? He had plenty of his own that he could do the same damn things with. Wouldn’t it be more “impressive” if he actually finished one? Didn’t he just get one not too long ago? He was becoming a hoarder, for sure. He cracked his eyes open, seeing Justin nodding and nudging his arm. He was mouthing “do it” enthusiastically and then flexed his arms like he was some kind of hero. Sydney rolled his eyes and gave a little, “What do you need from me?”
“Fifty thousand dollars.”
Sydney was astounded that Jarin could just say that kind of number so easily and not sound like he had wet his pants. He had the nerve to ask a man he knew was in the midst of a divorce with a spiteful woman, probably on the verge of losing his job if he so much as growled at Tristan, and was probably going to lose a lot of clientele and reputation coming out of all this mess he made. Not to mention, this was to “make things right” with the guy that made moves on him that broke everything apart, to begin with. This was a whole new level of stupid even for Jarin. Even so… the next words Sydney could muster wasn’t calling Jarin out for his insanity. “When do you need it?” Even he was surprised at how easy it was for him to ask.
“Sydney, are you sure? I-”
“When do you need it, Jarin?”
“Well, today-this afternoon. They’re bringing the horse- Sydney, no- I can’t ask you to do this. This is stupid. Tristan’s right-”
“The fuck he ain't. He ain’t gonna tell you what you can and can’t do ever again. I’ll get you the money. Hell, I’ll have it wired to the seller, just call me when you talk to them. I’ll handle it.” It was like the spigot had broken and all of this was just pouring out of his mouth. Anything related to Tristan just made Sydney’s blood boil. This was a dumb idea but maybe it would piss Tristan off so much that Jarin just went through with it anyway. And oh, wait until he learned that Sydney financed it and wait until he learned that Jarin requested the help. Sparks will fly. This was how he landed the first punch hundreds of miles away. Fuck you, Tristan.
“Sydney, I…thank you. I know I’m just really upset and this is probably one of the stupidest things I’ve done in a really long time but I just… I just want someone to believe in me. Thank you.” Jarin paused for just a moment, continuing to sound so soft and sweet to him, of course now that he was forking over fifty grand. But that wasn’t it. Jarin was always a bleeding heart. “I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough to help you when you needed me, Sydney. I understand now that you just needed someone when you were hurting-”
“Ain’t none of that yer fault, Princess. I’m…” Sydney caught Justin leaning in too close again and it unnerved him. But he couldn’t let this opportunity get away from him again. He hung his head and ever so quietly finally said the words he owed Jarin from the very beginning. “I’m sorry for hurtin’ you like I did. And if I’m gonna do all this ‘cuz you want someone to believe in you then I need you to believe me too. Can we make that trade?” Sydney gripped his phone tighter than he needed to but he didn’t think that was going to actually pull at him like it did. When was the last time anyone he cared about believed in him and that he could do right by his word? Fifty grand and he just wanted an ounce of forgiveness from Jarin. It was worth every cent.
He heard a little sniffle again before the smallest, “Yea. Yea, I can do that.”
Justin waited until they said their goodbyes before leaning back with a shit-eating grin. “Yer really gonna go cough up fifty grand on a horse you haven't even seen for a dude trying to get back with the guy he dumped yer ass for? Oh, Syd… this is a new stupid for you, buddy. I support it.”
After clocking Justin in the head with one of the empty beer bottles, all Sydney could do was groan and lay back down in the sand. This was the dumbest thing to date that he ever decided to do and for what? A sliver of a chance at… the one person he couldn’t stop thinking about. If it wasn’t the crushing guilt and regret, it was…fuck, just how forgiving Jarin could be to an anger-riddled douchebag like Sydney. He didn’t deserve him and didn’t really understand why he kept at him. He might be too dense to understand why but he just wanted a chance.

(2139 wordcount)
christ it's long, apologies.
story art woes :'''D

tldr summary;
--Sydney gets a call from Jarin
--Tristan has berated Jarin for wanting to buy a horse
--Jarin feels like Tristan now hates him and doesn't believe in his riding abilities whatsoever
--Sydney thinks this is great - Tristan being the villain finally
--However, Jarin actually just wants to prove to Tristan that he can ride and wants this horse
--Jarin asks Sydney to buy this horse so he can prove Tristan wrong. If he does, he'll forgive Sydney
--Sydney just...wtf am i hearing? why would i help you make things better with tristan
--Jarin explains that because Tristan says I can't-
--Sydney says fuck Tristan, let's get you this stupid horse (he's hoping it pisses Tristan off enough that he leaves Jarin for good)
--Jarin thinks it's because Sydney is being nice <3
--Sydney finally tells Jarin he's sorry
--<3
--Justin got to listen to it all and is hyped to be in on the drama.

Previous: Big Bare Bear's Beer Trail Betrayal || Next: It Was An Accident

For anyone reading the story bits - yes, Jarin is a moron. He has officially jumped into the deep end of the pool without a floaty and is going to tread water for as long as he can. Let's hope he doesn't drown. He has plenty of horses of his own. He does not need to do this. But when this boy gets an idea in his head... here we go, everyone hang on. This can't possibly end in disaster.

But hey, Sydney is taking any and all chances he gets from redemption. He'd been looking for a hole to crawl into for so long now and Jarin just opened the door. He's taking it. So what if it's costing him $50,000? For a man losing "everything" and desperate, he doesn't care he's just been pulled into this very terrible idea that he fully knows is going to fall flat on its face. (i wish i had 50k to throw around like it didnt mean anything...)

So, good morning Sydney! Good luck!
Justin back there just "oooohhh snap, lover boy!" If it had been anybody else, Sydney probably would have crawled away.
And you better believe the boys had a lot of fun the night before! A lethal amount of booze and perhaps some extra curriculars on the side~ At least on Justin's part. Look at him. That is a man that got into the fun stuff xD Justin is definitely responsible for the body art on Sydney.

Anywho, that was a big ol' chunk of story I needed to get out of the way. It really should have been two parts but i cba. I'm trying so hard to move things along :''D It's hard <''3

Oh and there was going to be a hair challenge. I wrote lots of words in the hair but I can't even find them anymore so... consider it a super challenge if you can find anything but I seriously doubt anyone will xD btw, i draw things for people that can actually accomplish the hair challenge.

Sydney/Justin/Jarin/Art © Drasayer
Tristan © Saoradh
No specific refs for boys and beach

Procreate/PhotoshopCS6