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What can satisfy your appetite?
#mouthwashing#jimmy mouthwashing#copilot jimmy#anya mouthwashing#nurse anya#curly mouthwashing#captain curly#mouthwashing fanart#mouthwashing game#myart
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To anyone who continues to boil down MouthWashing to a game just about rape, I would like to show you this;


The game is quite literally about a company that is so steeped in shit that they make it as hard as POSSIBLE to put in any level of complaint about anything or anyone.
Pony Express is a manipulative, abusive work environment that promotes abuse of its employees because who's going to complain when you not only have to HAND WRITE IT, BUT GET IT SIGNED BY A HIGHER UP AND TURN IT IN ON VERY SPECIFIC DATES?!
Not to mention instantly promoting their company mascot plushie on the same poster.
Muting notifications on this post as it's the one with the most notes I've ever gotten and continues to get notes and it's stressing me out with phone bussing, if you really have strong feelings you need to voice to me about this you're more than welcome to my dms.
#mouthwashing game#mouthwashing#curly mouthwashing#mouthwashing curly#captian curly#anya mouthwashing#nurse anya#mouthwashing jimmy#jimmy mouthwashing#copilot jimmy#swansea mouthwashing#engineer swansea#mw swansea#intern daisuke#mouthwashing daisuke#daisuke mouthwashing#polle mouthwashing#polle the pony
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#my art#mouthwashing#curly mouthwashing#curly mw#jimmy mouthwashing#jimmy mw#captain curly#copilot jimmy#finally finished yippe#eye contact#long comic#based on my own sleep paralysis experience#mouthwashing comic
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‼️ IMPORTANT‼️ ‼️DON'T KEEP SCROLLING OR SKIP‼️
Unfortunately this original post is no longer up, but I'm still sharing to spread the word.
Please if you are in the mouthwashing fandom made it so media can't be used in your ask box and turn off auto-play for DMS
Settings>Account settings>Media auto-play>Never auto-play.
There is many more accounts with so many different names. They can be normal names but don't trust the account and pass it off as normal.
Please reblog with as many tags as possible.
#mouthwashing#mouthwashing fandom#mouthwashing anya#mouthwashing curly#mouthwashing jimmy#mouthwashing daisuke#mouthwashing swansea#anya mouthwashing#curly mouthwashing#jimmy mouthwashing#daisuke mouthwashing#swansea mouthwashing#anya x reader#anya mouthwashing x reader#nurse anya#captain curly#curly x reader#curly mouthwashing x reader#jimmy x reader#jimmy mouthwashing x reader#copilot jimmy#daisuke x reader#daisuke mouthwashing x reader#intern daisuke#swansea x reader#swansea mouthwashing x reader#mechanic swansea#reblog!!!!!!#important#block any of these accounts if you encounter them
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We said tomorrow will be different. Today would be the last day. The last one.
(ship dni)
#scribbles#mouthwashing#mouthwashing fanart#nurse anya#captain curly#copilot jimmy#intern daisuke#mechanic swansea#another day of being miserable abt this dialogue.
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you shuold like... write hcs for him being a freak
a/n: we’re so back.….
Jimmy being a freak for reader
warnings: sexual stuff, minors don’t read
Panty stealer I fear
He’s so WEIRD
He likes to listen to songs that remind you of him when jacking off
He sometimes stares at you from across the room
Sometimes too long
And you catch his eye
And at that point he doesn’t look away cause he knows he’s been caught so it’s really awkward
He may have dreams about you
Has always had a very active psyche
So when he starts dreaming about doing the deed with you
Uh oh
The whole air shifts when he’s around you from then on
Always brushing hands with you
Always smiling at you
Not a friendly smile
He looks like he wants to eat you whole
It’s lowkey scary
But also hot
He thinks about biting you
About you scratching his back with your nails
He likes just about everything about you
And wants you to know it too
He’ll find a way to tell you
#cassiebob talkerpants#mouthwashing#cassiebob answers#x reader#mouthwashing jimmy#mouthwashing x reader#jimmy mouthwashing#jimmy x reader#jimmy mouthwashing x reader#mouthwashing jimmy x reader#jimmy x reader mouthwashing#copilot jimmy
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i've been on 72 hour mouthwashing lockdown and i cannot express all the emotions that every character in this game makes me feel better than many other people have already articulated. so have some scribbles
#collab draws#collab fanarts#mouthwashing#nurse anya#intern daisuke#captain curly#engineer swansea#copilot jimmy#mouthwashing spoilers
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SQUIDWASHING‼️
If anyone asks questions about this au, I'll definitely go on a lore dump about the characterizations/backgrounds of each member of the crew. Also don't mind the 'and bumblebee!!'-ass oc in the corner. Or do mind, idc.
#mouthwashing#mouthwashing game#art#illustration#curly mouthwashing#digital art#captain curly#curly#grant curly#anya#nurse anya#anya mouthwashing#swansea#mechanic swansea#swansea mouthwashing#daisuke#intern daisuke#daisuke mouthwashing#jimmy#copilot jimmy#jimmy mouthwashing#oc#original character#mouthwashing oc#squid game#squid game au#squidwashing#squidwashing au#kopiicryptid#filename: art
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thunkless mouthwashing character drawings
#mouthwashing#steelscrawlings#captain curly#nurse anya#intern daisuke#engineer swansea#copilot jimmy
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𝐒𝐞𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐧𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐧𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥
"The proverb and the image are often used to refer to a lack of moral ȑ̸̡̜̤̱́e̵͚̯͖͗̊̚͠ͅs̴̡̲̦̽̒͗͘͝ͅṕ̸̼͓͔͌͒̈̍ô̸͇͘n̷̻͝ͅs̴͎͔͚͛a̶̡͉͈͓̋̋b̸̢̝̄ị̶̧͙͑͜l̷͖̬̭̽́i̶̦͂̀̄̚t̵̹̝͌̔y̶̲͗ on the part of people who refuse to acknowledge impropriety, looking the other way or feigning ignorance."



Meaning behind these arts :) MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD!!
The blue hands represent Jimmy's hands and they are installed on places where the crew got hurt or places that killed them.
Daisuke got one of his eyes lacerated because of the axe, Curly got his ears torned off in the crash and Anya had blood under her mouth when she overdosed.
Plus the "See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil" represent how they couldn't see/talk about the assault on Anya.
She couldn't speak about it (hands on mouth), and when she did, Curly listened but didn't do anything, so in a way he refused to acknowledge/listen to it (hands on ears) and Daisuke couldn't see anything about it, he even didn't know (so hands on eyes).
#mouthwashing#mouthwashing anya#mouthwashing curly#mouthwashing crew#mouthwashing daisuke#mouthwashing jimmy#mouthwashing jambalaya#mouthwashing art#mouthwashing doodles#critical reflex#see no evil#hear no evil#speak no evil#anya mouthwashing#anya mw#anya my beloved#nurse anya#captain curly#mw game#curly mouthwashing#curly mw#daisuke mouthwashing#daisuke mw#daisuke my beloved#jimmy mouthwashing#jimmy mw#copilot jimmy#intern daisuke#i hate jimmy#fuck jimmy
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"Do you think we'll always be friends?"
#mouthwashing childhood friends au#moutwashing au#jimmy mouthwashing#curly mouthwashing#copilot jimmy#captain curly#mouthwashing#myart
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I think MouthWashing has been a good example of how the media has jaded the common man. I see countless people say that Curly should have killed Jimmy or Anya should have killed Jimmy, hell that anyone should have killed Jimmy.
Do some of y'all actually forget that killing someone is one of the most traumatizing things for the regular fucking Joe to do?
Not to mention, Curly, who I am in the boat of believing Curly has been being abused by Jimmy for years, sees him as a friend and wouldn't even be able to do that.
Anya is a kind soul who wants to HELP people not hurt them. She quite literally keeps saying she doesn't want to believer a person's worst moment makes them a monster. She is looking Jimmy in the eyes and begging him to be better.
Swansea had no intrest in hurting him. I've wanted to rant about this but to everyone who keeps saying Anya should have told him so he could take care of Jimmy; she does tell him. And you know what he does? He gives Jimmy a fucking side eye. HE WOULDNT PROTECT HER.
Daisuke is a 20's something year old guy who knows no one here, he's being friendly to seem cool, he's not going to hurt Jimmy because he is pit into a position where he believes Jimmy can be trusted, let alone he's not gonna kill a man for a woman he's known for 100~ days.
And please do not comment "oh they could have just kept him locked in a room somewhere" because that is a whole other rant for me to go on because no Curly would not do that to a man he knows can be volatile and is mentally ill.
#curly mouthwashing#mouthwashing curly#anya mouthwashing#mouthwashing game#swansea mouthwashing#mw swansea#engineer swansea#intern daisuke#mouthwashing daisuke#daisuke mouthwashing#copilot jimmy#jimmy mouthwashing#mouthwashing jimmy#captian curly
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Tulpar crew, hours before their departure
#tulpar crew hours before their doomed trip I would say#mouthwashing#mouthwashing fanart#tulpar crew#anya mouthwashing#curly mouthwashing#daisuke mouthwashing#jimmy mouthwashing#swansea mouthwashing#captain curly#copilot jimmy#nurse anya#engineer swansea#intern daisuke#my art#been hearing mitski my love mine all mine so yeah
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curly can't sing.

as the title says, it's a headcanon i randomly had when playing my mouthwashing sims 4 household (lol), where swansea and curly went karaoke-ing at 'waterside warble' in san myshuno. curly sang horrendously since he just gained the skill. though, it made me think, how funny would it be if curly genuinely couldn't sing for shit?
it's the one thing jimmy has leverage over (he's no better, really), and curly is painfully aware of his tone-deafness, so he never reveals it unless it's for a special occasion... with an extra special someone there to watch him perform (miserably).
that being said, daisuke suggested the crew do something fun to celebrate the completion of their shipment, so why not do some karaoke?
★ a sfw one-shot broken down into bullets with chat-format segments for dialogue. fair warning, there are a few suggestive moments, but the implications aren't overt. [2,817 words]
☆ gen tags: set in 2005. gn! reader who is a doctor and a great singer. none of the game's events happen, so they're just a bunch of folks doing regular space deliveries, but jimmy is still an unpleasant ass that gets on the reader's nerves. reader and curly are crushing on each other (they're on the brink of knowing it's reciprocal). manfailure curly but he's trying his best... whatever that best is (lmfao, accurate to canon 😭). curly -> grant (name switch at some point in the fic). there's one moment where curly and reader share a glass, so just letting you know in case you're not a fan of that :)
[i'm still on break, but i wanted to write something more concise and improvised in under a day! and i won't lie, i find fics including everyone to be so fun to write. i really love testing out my characterizations of the crew and have them interact in relaxed scenarios. art by kafukafukadayo on twt. —iris🌠]
while you bask in the dim hues of red lights, the instrumental of an electropop softens into silence as it tandems with your pants. when you peel your eyes open, everyone's gaping their mouths and raising their brows—even jimmy, ever the unimpressed, is surprisingly taken aback, and you're taken aback by that alone.
daisuke springs from the leather sofa. he bounds towards you, grips both your shoulders, and shakes you senselessly, his hand still somehow clutching his open flip phone.
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"doc, that... was... INSANE!" he jostles your body back and forth between his pauses, swaying you with all his might as he nearly forces the microphone to drop out your hand. daisuke swishes his head, finally letting you go, "wh—buh?! how do you—are you imogen heap reincarnated?!"
anya snorts, sounding like a stuffed trumpet. "dai, imogen's alive! she's only 27." swansea follows suit, his deep chuckle rumbling through his belly, crossed arms resting atop. "pfft, that's far from dead."
daisuke rolls his eyes away from the two, "tch, you get what i mean! like, look—!" he speedily dials the buttons on his phone, opening his gallery and brandishing a pixelated clip of you singing along to the mbira melody and string bass beats, the crunchy electronic syncs with your ethereal mezzo-soprano. daisuke snaps the phone shut with his palm, raising his free hand in surrender. "if that's not the lead singer of frou frou, then i don't know who is." he takes the remote, looking through what next to sing.
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amid the nurse, mechanic, and intern belting their lungs out to "hey ya!" curly sits, and you stand before him. his ocean eyes swim in awe as he cranes his neck to face you. you're glowing. your head perfectly aligns right in front of the carmine light; its luminescence filters around your shadowed outline, like you were some angel graced from above with an even more angelic voice to come with. it was sort of comical how the largest man in the room felt so small beneath your presence.
there's a dew of sweat hanging below your bottom lip, and curly can't help but bite his. that is until he slips his teeth back in when you cushion yourself onto the couch, spreading your legs wide with an arm lounging on the headrest behind him. curly huffed a laugh and leaned into the shiny sofa, letting his scalp fall onto your forearm.
even with your tongue tucked inside your parted lips, curly could practically see your papillae beg for freshness. he smiles, momentarily stretching his back away from the couch to grab your drink and hands it to you. a raspy thanks escape your parched throat.
your neck bobs with every gulp, drinking like it's the last you'll ever taste water. curly tries his hardest not to let his gaze linger longer than it should, but the way your head tilts back and your hand grips the glass, he can't help but swallow some of that imaginary water himself.
a contented sigh leaves you. you flick your eyes to him and just about see the last of his adam's apple slurp up nothing. you gesture the drink, asking if he wants it. curly is briefly hesitant until he turns to see his empty cup and shrugs, "sure, why not?"
as curly takes his sip, he notices the beaded sweat shining on your lip more notably than before. his brows raise ever so subtly, ruminating his next moves. when you still fail to realize the wetness glistening at your mouth's rim, he pulls the drink away from himself.
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"hey, can i...?"
your eyes widen softly as you watch his thumb inch toward your jaw. you flick your view down, puffing out your lower lip to see a dab of sweat cling onto you for dear life. you look back at him and nod. curly gently takes a hold of your chin, thumbing the sudor away while his remaining fingers brush against your neck. you take in the moment, eyes half-lidded and lips ever so parted. he wasn't glancing at you, but you could tell he wanted to, for his warm breath quiets the longer you study him—noticing the way his tongue peeks out his mouth or how his golden greying hair falls over the wrinkles etched into his temple. "you know," moments before he drops his hand, he finally manages to look you in the eye, your faces merely inches apart. "your performance really gave me chills." you smirked, "is that why you didn't speak up?" your tease brought curly to a laugh, the bass in his voice strong. "i can't help but be mesmerized when that's how you sing, doc."
you hummed a titter, nodding to yourself as you thanked him with a delicate smile. "you can drop the formalities, grant. we're at a karaoke bar, not the tulpar."
whether or not you noticed the hitch in his breath, grant softened upon hearing his first name, oftentimes forgetting that's who he actually is. his head tilts down, blithely sighing before picking himself up to show you his grin, "okay, okay..." he momentarily chuckles, now resting his elbow on the headrest, propping it up, and leaning onto his knuckles next to your arm still lying there. "well, my point still stands. you have an incredibly captivating voice, y/n." "oh, stop it...!" you both become a blushing, giggling mess. your other hand finds its way to rest on your knee, which sits right against grant's. as you speak about your singing history, grant brings his free palm to his thigh, pretending to unintentionally graze his calloused fingers against your nails. he listens intently to how you'd belt out your favorite songs on repeat, albeit the sound of daisuke and anya screaming, "HEEEY YAAA!" and the tidbits of exhaustion lingering in his mind make your words muffle into incoherent jargon.
"but enough about me, i wanna hear you." you catch his eyes snapping away from both his and your legs smushing together, hoping you don't notice the blankness in his brain. "or are you just charming me to stall your big reveal, hm?"
grant's jaw falls, and utterances of filler words filter out his mouth, but before he can respond, daisuke catches wind of their conversation as outkast's song dies down in the background.
"oh, yeah!" daisuke takes a swig of his soda. after a sigh of satisfaction and couple of lip smacks, daisuke leaps from his end of the couch and motions to the two, microphone in hand. "it's your turn to solo, captain!"
"uhh, i don't know if i should..." grant sheepishly waves the mic away, his eyes shifting between everyone's expressions. daisuke is pouting and pleading with puppy eyes. anya just gives him a thumbs-up and a classic comforting smile. swansea is indifferent. jimmy, who's been leaning against the palm tree printed wall for the past four songs, beer in hand, grows an all-too-familiar smirk. then there's you, expectantly looking at him with overlaid eyes he wishes to see in a different setting... that of his bedroom—
"aww, why not, curl? we've done our parts. 's only fair you do yours, too." jimmy's tone was far from welcoming, sounding more like a jab than anything. you narrowed your sights at him, "didn't you only sing in the group ones?" jimmy shrugs. "look," after taking another chug of his can, raising his hands in defeat. "my karaoke quota's been filled. sorry." you simply roll your eyes. before the tension thickens, daisuke interjects, "ah, don't worry, cap. i bet your voice sounds super cool, like superhero cool! you've got that gruffness that swan's got... but y'know... less croaky n' stuff!" "'scuze me?" swansea lifts a single brow, anya stifles a laugh, and daisuke flails his hands in defense, "eh- i mean it as a compliment! you've got a sick voice, swansea." "emphasis on sick..." anya cheekily comments under her breath, and for the first time in forever, swansea's jaw drops. he coughs out a laugh that's been lodged in his throat for god knows how long and shakes his head, pointing his thumb at the giggling woman. "wowww, aren't you, the nurse, supposed to be fixing that?" anya nods to you, "only under doctor's orders." the two have a back and forth, but daisuke still stands in front of grant, intent on lending the mic to the man.
"i—okay..." grant crumbles under the pressure, caving in when you whisper a couple of encouragements. daisuke cheers, anya claps, swansea bobs his head in support, jimmy fakes a whoop, and you—genuinely—hype him up with a holler.
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grant purses his lip as he presses the buttons on the remote while daisuke guides him through the songs on the screen.
jimmy leaves his spot, his boot denting a scuff mark on the wallpaper. your nose flares, watching him carelessly toss the can into the bin as he makes his way to sandwich you between him and swansea, purposefully maximizing the width of how far he can stretch his legs.
you ignore him, opting to watch someone much cuter. grant turns to you, awkwardly smiling as you return a thumbs-up. he focuses back on daisuke, who's now raving over a song he definitely thinks grant should sing.
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"you know he's shit, right?" your brows contort into a furrow, still not looking at the man. "the fuck you mean?" you never had much patience for jimmy, of all people, so your courtesies never fail to fall short with him. "you know who i mean—him." jimmy gestures to grant, pointer finger flicking at the blond. "no shit, sherlock. i'm saying, what are you specifically referring to?" "obviously, his voice, sherlock." he drawls the two syllables, the stench of yeast and malt oozing out of his mouth and into your unfortunate nose. "he'll make your ears bleed, trust me." finally, you face him and stare at jimmy's smugness with an incredulous squint. seriously, how the fuck does grant put up with him? you couldn't even stand the guy's presence, let alone his incessant insults on grant himself. "do you do anything but complain?" you sneer. "nope." jimmy curtly replies, mouthing a pop after the 'p' as he claws a hand over the chips bowl, stuffing his face with grease. at this point, you weren't sure if you should stay annoyed or be slightly impressed with his sheer ability to find the worst in everything. "some fucking friend..." you say to yourself, already past the point of defeat. with his mouth still full of food, jimmy responds, "hey, as his friend, i'm actively warning you. i've known this guy long enough to be there for his first choir class." "whatever, we'll see." you huffed, relaxing on the couch, sitting much closer to swansea than the other. "it's not like you've got much credibility, anyway." you think back to moments ago, whenever it was jimmy's turn to sing his parts, his half-assed attempts barely constitutes as a grumble. jimmy snickers, "who says i'm denying that? just 'cause i don't care doesn't mean i'm wrong."
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you have never been more relieved to hear a soft pop interlude, forcing the conversation to a close.
daisuke flops onto the sofa next to anya and flips open his phone, pressing record as the tv flashes the music video to "shape of my heart." you lean behind swansea and lock eyes with daisuke, who abashedly giggles when you mouth, 'you chose this, didn't you?' to which he nods excitedly.
ah, daisuke, ever the avid backstreet boys fanatic.
your eyes fall back to grant. the man fidgets with his microphone, and his shoe frantically taps to the beat, pursing his lips into a tight smile in hopes it will clench down the shivers rising with the guitar strums. you silently cheer him on when he starts humming, following the yellow highlight filling up the white text reading ♪ yeah, yeah ♪, and—
oh!
...oh
oh, god.
jimmy... wasn't wrong, far from it, actually—as much as it pains you to admit.
the very moment grant hits that ♪ baby ♪, it's all downhill from here. it's as if his pitch took a trip to six flags. his questionably paced breaths mimic a ride with an unnecessary amount of loop-the-loops, and his tone flip-flops between a coarse rasp and an oddly airy twang, like a reverse bungee slingshotting into the air.
grant's eyes squeeze shut, facing away from the crew. either he was incredibly invested or excruciatingly embarrassed, and with how he was really getting into that chorus, nobody could tell. he only ever peeks to look at you, though, clearly awaiting your approval, to whom you always beam, your face mixed in pity and affection.
as much as he sounded like a crow was clawing its way out of his esophagus, you couldn't help but find his attempts to be really wholesome. maybe it's your pre-existing bias, and maybe it's because this feels like he's serenading every line at you, but it's hard not to fall for this vocal failure of a man—even though everyone else's expressions say otherwise.
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"told you so," jimmy taunts in your ear, sickeningly chuckling at grant without hesitation. "woo! curly, you go, dude!" he cheers, voice dipped in mockery. all you do is click your tongue and face the others, choosing to listen in on anya and swansea. "you sure i'm the one that's 'sick'?" swansea jokes, albeit laced with genuine disgust. he leans to you, whispering the same revulsion, "you both need to rethink your careers."
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anya simply grimaces, trying her hardest to make it look like a grin, but her knit brows and frown give way.
daisuke's eyes say everything. they're wide, and his pupils constrict like he's a cartoon. his hand hesitantly grips onto his flip phone, unsure if he should keep the camera going. as his leg rapidly bounces and his teeth bite down on his paint-chipped nails, his gaze slowly turns away from grant's caterwauling and towards the rest of the crew.
moreover, you're just as guilty. although you're not irked by this newfound fact, a wince washes over you the moment you are out of grant's sights.
suddenly, after the first chorus, the song reveals a blue highlight painting the white text. grant falters, his voice shrinking when he sees the two primary colors play different lyrics simultaneously. everyone takes notice, their faces easing from cringe to confusion. then it clicks.
this was a duet.
daisuke palms his face with a slap—that's his bad. you skim the room, and everyone's exchanging glances, implicitly questioning who'll aid their poor captain.
without hesitation, you jump to the rescue. snatching a mic from the coffee table and quickly singing your parts, striding your way towards grant, who immediately picks up where he's left off, still shrill as ever.
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♪ i'M hEre WIDTH myYy...! confEh shion ♪, in a sheer attempt at confidence, grant belts his lyrics. his dimples dig into his smile, sending you the much-needed energy to sing your lines. ♪ got nothing to hide no more ♪. you sway your head in accordance with the melody, ball up your fist, and let your fingers spread far and wide, wiping the air as you and grant's steps magnetize toward each other. ♪ i don't kNOw whe...rE to st-art ♪; warbling his words, grant's gaze softens when you're within arms reach. he lowers his neck, brings the mic close to his lips, and grazes your forearm, wishing he could feel the flush skin of your waist and reel you in. ♪ but to show you... ♪, as both lyrics meld into one, you take his hand into yours. ♪...the shA-pe of mY hEart ♪
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daisuke bursts into song, singing the first line of the last verse, startling everyone in the process. anya joins in, now standing with daisuke as both pull swansea to his feet. the mechanic begrudgingly croons along to his intern's baritone and his nurse's soprano.
daisuke beckons for jimmy to come with him, but in classic jimmy zare fashion, he remains stagnant. the younger man frowns. though, he quickly reminds himself that there are only five members in BSB, anyway. so daisuke hands jimmy his phone instead, telling the co-pilot to make sure that everyone's in frame.
they've turned this into a concert for a one-man audience, who's hating every second of it.
save for jimmy, currently grousing under his breath, the crew wraps their arms around each other's shoulders and chants their hearts out to the R&B melody.
as the track nears its final moments, you and grant rest your hands on each other's waists, pulling your bodies close as your head leans on his pec. neither of you realizes that you've left the other three, who are all too busy rocking side to side to notice the two of you in a side embrace, minds too carried away to feel jimmy's prickly leer.
[oh my god, i genuinely didn't even intend for this ending, but here we are 🥹! i hope you guys liked this, and if anyone has comments on how i wrote everyone's dialogue and mannerisms, like what worked, or if you have suggestions for any additions, please let me know! i still need to learn more about writing anya, since in canon, it's hard to get a read of her real personality through jimmy's lens. still, so far, i like to think she enjoys teasing people she's comfortable with. as for swansea, i'm trying to lean into his meanness more, but i'm saving most of that for a daisuke fic centered on swansea's pov, so we'll see what i do when i get there! —iris🌠]
#🌠 leads to my masterlist#realistically though i think curly would be pretty good at singing#he seems like the type to have good breath control because of how much he frequents the gym#btw could you guys tell which song i made you sing at the start? 🤭#i also hope you guys get what i was doing with curly's lines in the duet 😭#i think the pov might be a little all over the place? i kind of intended it to just be general and not really stick to anyone specifically#curly x reader#curly x you#mouthwashing x reader#curly mouthwashing#anya mouthwashing#daisuke mouthwashing#swansea mouthwashing#jimmy mouthwashing#mouthwashing#karaoke#captain curly#nurse anya#intern daisuke#engineer swansea#copilot jimmy#grant curly#anya musume#daisuke juarez#jimmy zare#BYE i accidentally made jimmy agree that he's wrong when he's being a jerk to the reader lmaooo. it's fixed though
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what if it was called fashionwashing and all they did was put on cute outfits and nothing bad happened ever
#art#artists on tumblr#fanart#mouthwashing#mouthwashing fanart#mouthwashing curly#curly mouthwashing#orion carling#curly mw#captain curly#mouthwashing daisuke#daisuke mouthwashing#daisuke mw#intern daisuke#mouthwashing anya#anya mouthwashing#anya mw#nurse anya#mouthwashing swansea#swansea mouthwashing#swansea mw#mechanic swansea#mouthwashing jimmy#jimmy mouthwashing#jimmy mw#copilot jimmy#tulpar crew#how many fucking mouthwashing tags are there bro#this post was scheduled ahead of time btw#omg tag limitttttt
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i didn't intend to return to this account but it seems like there are a bunch of sock puppet accounts posting really really fucked up shit in mouthwashing tags, like anywhere from extreme proship content to real life gore of children and other shit. if you're easily affected by that you should avoid the tumblr tags for a bit.
all of these accounts seem to have one thing in common and that is this profile picture. no clue if it means anything but watch out for it and report any of these you see accordingly, or avoid the mouthwashing tags
#mouthwashing#wrong organ#anya mouthwashing#daisuke mouthwashing#swansea mouthwashing#curly mouthwashing#jimmy mouthwashing#captain curly#copilot jimmy#nurse anya#mechanic swansea#intern daisuke
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