#mr. wrench and mr. numbers

[subsequentibis]

my dearest husband said fargo muppets but wrench and numbers are still human and who am i to argue with my beloved

[celestial-raposa]

farGO to the polls

[iloveyoudie]

[anadapta]

A series of unfortunate events Bonus:

[the-heron]

Fargo, s1 ep6 // Fragile - Sting // Fargo, s3 ep10

[hungry-hobbits-art]

i can't imagine this setup could've made lesters life any worse

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ref under the cut

[werewolfnoir]

yeah, we turned your bickering hitmen into ouppy doggie and kitty cat. yeah. it's irreversible. sorry.

[spesiria]

Miscellaneous drawings:

My anti-theist Twilight Domain Cleric, Damir.

From Damir's campaign, the party's necromancer wizard, Gus.

A witcher OC, from back when that was a thing a million years ago. The dog is his "child of surprise".

Mr. Numbers and Mr. Wrench from Fargo season 1. I actually won my first ever NaNoWriMo in 2020 writing a fanfic about these two, lmao. It's not published anywhere, because it's not finished and it'll never be finished, but it was still a really fun experience.

Palette challenge. This was pretty entertaining actually: basically, you pick a colour palette (I did go with a palette with harmonious colours, but you can go wild and just go with completely random colours), then set your drawing app/screen to grey scale so you don't actually see the colours you pick. You'll colour based on values instead of hues and end up with a pretty fun, colourful picture with colour combinations that you wouldn't normally choose.

[syoemei]

getting into fargo a decade late is terrible like sorry i wasn’t there to scream about the insane hitman yaoi i was literally 12 at the time

[wandering-wanttoeat]

[feline-evil]

He's catty, he's bitchy, he's got a smart ass response to everything, he's 6ft 3 without the cowboy boots, he won't be seen dead without his fringe jacket, he hates your guts, he thinks your fashion choices are disgusting, he's got a sweet tooth, he can lift an auger one handed like it's nothing, he's gay married to another catty bitch. He's everything.

[cannibal-nightmares]

drew my boyfriend and i as my two favourite hitmen to a powerdisco song because my god i can

[anadapta]

tell him his tie looks hideous 🖼️ Prints   💎 Commissions  🔴  Website   ☕  Kofi   

[the-heron]

his cheer squad

[peculiaritybending]

Thinking about how well Wrench and Numbers and Nikki and Ray would fit in a western au AUHGH

[zolass]

Detectives Attraction Ch. 02 Top Male Reader x Male Yandere Harem

Decided to finish chapter 2 as well, because I'm not sure how much energy I'll have tomorrow. I hope that it doesn't feel rushed.

content warnings: a gun and breaking in. 1.2k words

Hours passed since M/n sat down and looked over the case files again, his once styled H/c hair was now disheveled by the many times he had run his hand through it in annoyance and frustration. He pinched the bridge of his nose as tiredness settled in, but he can’t possibly stop now.

E/c eyes glanced at the empty glass, but he couldn’t drink more of it and keep going– the risk of overlooking important details was not worth it. At least not for M/n if he wanted to catch these people.

He stood up and stalked into the kitchen, deciding on something that would keep his stomach satisfied for a while. Just as M/n got everything he needed, he was interrupted by a ringtone from his phone, which he grabbed from his back pocket. The screen was lit up with a call of an unknown number, which made M/N frown, but he still picked it up, the only sound coming through was the typing of a keyboard. 

The person was typing fast, M/n noticed. He leaned against the kitchen counter, waiting if the other person would speak first, and give him a hint of who they were. But nothing, the typing continued as if the call wasn’t started by the other person. “Hello?” M/n spoke up, and suddenly the typing slowed down, yet didn’t stop. “Mr. Howard– it’s nice to finally be talking to you myself– usually Adrian–” the person on the other end stopped themselves, a giggle followed– it was someone M/n didn’t know, “Oops– slip of a tongue~ anyways usually I get informed if someone snoops around–” there was a short pause, “I have to say it’s really admirable how– organized you are with the files but it’s not an option to share it– so I’ll take what’s rightfully not yours to share,” suddenly a gut wrenching feeling churned inside of M/n’s stomach.

With the phone at his ears, he took precise steps towards his study, grabbing the gun that hung snug in its holster by his pants. Standing out of view of the inside of his office, he tried to listen to any anomalies in his study. The typing that never ceased penetrated his ear, just as M/n heard a faint “Now,” did he push the half open door, further open with his arms raised and loaded gun in a tight grip, ready to shoot. 

Yet all he saw was that his desk was a sudden mess with some papers drenched in liquor, but his eyes fell on the shadow that made its way out of his, now open, window. “Fuck–” M/N cursed as he dashed to the window, but as he leaned out of it the figure was already at the ground running into the next best alley.

“Thanks for the cooperation– hope to talk to you again, so don’t make it easy or boring~” the voice from the other side chirped, before the call was cut off. Hot boiling anger surged through M/N’s veins, his grip tightened around the gun before he grabbed the phone from his pocket in which he shoved it before going in his study. The screen was black, making him grind his teeth trying not to let the anger take over. 

Shoving the phone back into his back pocket, M/n turned around and walked over to the mahogany desk, and as his eyes fell on it the anger seemed to take new heights. Papers were missing, not only from his newest case but also one of the drawers was open in which he kept the case files of one specific group, a mafia that had their fingers dipped into a lot of crimes. 

M/n doesn’t have the chance to link any of the crimes together and back to the mafia, but he– hell everyone knew that there were multiple corrupted groups out there fighting for power, to rule. But with the corruption even in his own area of work, it was basically impossible with everyone paid to shut up– or made to never speak.

But exactly those case files were gone.

Gritting his teeth, the anger boiled over. With a swift motion he grabbed the empty glass bottle, and in the same heartbeat the sound of shattering glass was heard as M/N threw the bottle against the wall. His hands were balled into fists as he stared at the wall furious, before his attention landed back on the table in hopes of finding anything that was still useful for him and the case. 

Finding absolutely nothing useful, as the other papers were drenched in alcohol where basic information. Closing his eyes, M/n took a few deep breaths, until he remembered that one specific name was said on call– Adrian. 

The next morning, M/n parked his car in front of the large high end tower, which belonged to none other than Adrian Sinclair. Getting out, closing the door rather harshly– which he might regret later– M/n stepped foot into the building, making his way quickly to the front desk, there sat a woman who typed away at the keyboard, “Is Mr. Sinclair in the building today?” he asked. 

With the focus of the woman now on him, “He is, but you need an appointment– hey!” M/n only listened so far, before he stalked over to the elevators, getting in one that was about to close, as he heard hasty footsteps behind him. “Stop!” the woman screeched, but before she reached the elevator it closed. 

Turning around, M/n only raised an eyebrow as he saw the two people occupying the elevator beside him, eyeing him.

Adrian looked up as the doors to his office were pushed open with force, he was about to say something about how he could simply fire whoever thought they could just burst into his office, but the words got stuck in his throat as the one person– man walked in with whom he didn't mind. 

“M/n what an honor to see you so soon–” Adrian spoke, but as he saw the look on the man’s face he shut up, but the excitement swirled in his stomach. M/n slammed his hands on the desk, that stood between them leaning forward, e/c eyes stared into the green ones of the lawyer. “Already so desperate to send someone to break into my home, to steal case files?” M/n asked, voice laced with barely contained rage.

Adrian frowned at those words, “What do you mean?” “I mean that you first let some random call me to distract me– while another clown breaks into my office– god don’t act fucking stupid, he literally brought up your name,” his voice was surprisingly held low, as his body trembled with tension. 

“I know you have a lot of shit under your shoes– I wouldn’t be surprised if you hired someone to do this–” Adrian suddenly stood up, “Are you okay?” he suddenly asked and for a moment threw the other off. M/N licked his lips, as he let out a scoff, “Oh now you’re worried?” “I didn’t hire anyone– I swear,” there was a tension between them, but not one Adrian would’ve liked.

“Forget it,” with those words turned M/n on his heel and walked back out, while Adrian stood there, quite dumbfounded by what occurred just now, before he gritted his teeth and sat back down, “Seems like I have more to do, today.”