not an art post but for fellow izzy enjoyers: here’s some outfit refs in mostly ok lighting and various angles plus some details like the ring and tattoos (i can’t tell if the little one on his bare hand is a spade or an arrow…..)
ed can and will sleep wherever he was when he got tired. only about 30% of this man’s rest happens in his actual bed. izzy got used to finding him passed out in random places years ago. they have throw blankets scattered around the house for this exact reason. more often than not ed did not grab one before he fell asleep so izzy puts one on him.
it’s because ed flails in his sleep if he’s not covered up, okay. it’s for practical reasons. not because izzy needs an excuse to get up in ed’s space and think about tenderly tucking his hair behind his ear. he doesn’t even consider doing that. no sir.
izzy gets the flu every year. the first year after they moved in together he thought he was hallucinating ed taking care of him and he said some incredibly embarrassing things that ed has never let him live down
the first apartment they moved into only had one bathroom and it was….a learning experience. they learned that they absolutely cannot share a bathroom. izzy standing outside demanding to be allowed five minutes with his 3-in-1 while ed spent two hours on his hair/skincare routine got very old very fast
ed is always bringing home the weird shit he finds in thrift stores. they have one of those leg lamps. some malformed halloween decorations that stay out all year round. a whole collection of things that are just regular things except tiny.
fang and ivan were briefly their housemates after the got evicted from their old place, but that arrangement did NOT work because fang’s dog kept finding ed in his weird sleeping spots and waking him up, and tired ed was extremely irritable. it wasn’t a good time for anyone
i’ve read a couple modern au ofmd fanfics and people tend to make izzy ed’s employee in some capacity (cuz yknow, he…is lol) and i wholeheartedly support this
however may i suggest: they should also be roommates (oh my god they were roommates)
seriously tho. consider:
they moved in together when they were both much younger and poorer. and like. ed’s doing just fine for himself nowadays (and so is izzy i guess) but they just…yknow….haven’t gotten around to getting separate places
cuz why would they, right. izzy’s sure as hell not gonna suggest it, he’s not exactly receptive to change, and maybe he’s a little tiny bit in love with ed but that’s beside the point.
izzy worries though. worries that one day ed’s gonna get bored and decide to try out living solo. he’s flighty sometimes, who knows what goes on in that head of his.
nevermind that the thought has literally never occurred to ed. izzy’s his friend. izzy takes care of him. izzy’s the only person who remembers when he’s supposed to get refills for his meds. and he makes tea and stuff. it’s not good tea, but it’s better than having to make it himself.
they have a comfortable little life, is the point
it’s not perfect. izzy gets even more irritable that usual whenever jack decides to crash on their couch for days at a time. telling him to loosen up does not help. neither does inviting him to join their game of strip poker.
forgetting that izzy’s in the next room when strip poker and too much beer turns into cum stains on the couch and passing out naked in the living room not only doesn’t help but makes things much worse
thing is though, ed’s lonely.
it feels stupid, he’s got friends, he’s got izzy, their house is never empty and he’s hardly ever actually alone. but the fact that he can’t tell izzy (or any of the people he spends his time with) that he’s so deeply unsatisfied just…makes it worse. makes him feel that much more isolated
his life is fine. it’s good. some days it even feels that way
but still
and see, they might not talk about these things, the feelings, but izzy knows there’s something wrong
he’s right back to feeling like he did twenty years ago, like he’s counting the days until ed gets bored of him. and he’s trying so damn hard to be needed, because if he can’t be wanted, he can at least be necessary.
so he manages ed’s appointments. and he orders all his takeout for him. and listens to him wax poetic about whatever documentary he half-watched the night before. and every time that one poncy weirdo shows up at work he tries to keep him away from edward, except…
except. well. that blows up in his face quite spectacularly
Finished Ofmd for the 3rd time and i literally can’t get over it, immediately had to start a few drawings of it, meanwhile I had to sketch this little menace because I love him (no apologies required)
anyway im obssesed with these three a completely normal ammountso thats why i painted a cover for my carefully crafted spotify playlist. yea.its chronological my friends
