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I’m literally obsessed with these pens I cannot stop drawing with them

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Noticed this and had to share

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York thinks they’re play fighting, Emery does not.

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Sleepy morning time cuddles

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The past and the present

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Thinking about how Eugene was having a mental crisis in between seasons two and three

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Sickly Sweet

A self indulgent fanfiction of the Drawtectives baking

(Never thought I would post anything like this but fuck it we ball)

In hindsight, Grendan really thought it would be a good idea. The Drawtectives never had much skill in the cooking department, and it was fine at first. But there’s only so many burnt meals and precooked noodles one can eat before they need to make a change.

So when Grendan suggested that they should try and upgrade their cooking skills by baking some cookies, York and Rosé eagerly agreed.

And it’s all gone downhill from there. Flour and baking powder cover every kitchen surface, batter is all over the counter, and Rosé has been giggling so much that her ribs have started to hurt.

The first batch of cookies ended up almost setting the aparment on fire, so there’s a faint smell of burnt sugar and vanilla circulating through their apartment. Although, it’s weirdly pleasant.

The attempt to bake cookies has devolved into half cooking, half food fight. One minute the junior detectives are focusing on the task; and the next, another egg is getting thrown at the wall.

A handful of chocolate chips whirl past Jancy’s head, “watch where you’re throwing those things,” she says with arms crossed and a raised brow. They had called Jancy and invited her over after their failed first attempt, and she’s been helping from a distance.

“Hah!” Rosé says with a goofy grin, “sorry boss!” Jancy turns her head to hide the smile that fights its way onto her face. 

Grendan holds up the bowl of cookie dough triumphantly,

“we did it! Again...” they sigh, exhausted, “Let’s just hope they don’t burn this time...” 

“Yeah, let’s hope,” Jancy says. She looks around at the apartment, the lights are off but the LED’s along the wall are a multitude of bright colors. The rest of the living room looks nice, and clean, but the kitchen looks like a whole other universe. There is music playing but it’s faint in comparison to the Drawtectives laughs and conversations. “You can’t afford to let this kitchen get any dirtier” she teases. The other three nod and murmur their agreements.

York and Rosé get to work putting the dough in the pan, after they’re done they see that they’ve somehow made enough to have two full pans.

Grendan puts the finished pan of cookies into the oven.

“How long are these next ones gonna take?” York asks before munching on one of the crunchy, burnt cookies.

“Hopefully not too long,” Rosé says as she hugs him from behind and wraps her arms around his neck. “I’m starving!” York chortles, which quickly escalates into a hearty chuckle.

Rosé can feel her heart swell. Despite any complaints she may have had, today’s been... fun, she thinks. Unfamiliar, but fun. She hasn’t lived with Grendan and York for long, in fact she hasn’t even known them for that long, but she feels like they’ve been in her life for forever.

Her train of thought crashes when York presses her nose with a frosting covered finger, and dashes away to avoid retaliation.

Rosé chuckles darkly as she grabs a fistful of flour. She bounds towards York, who backs into a corner.

York whirls around and grabs an egg that was for some reason left on the counter. He manages to whirl around and smash it into Rosés face before she can cover his face in flour.

She reels back with a yelp, still smiling. But then she feels a sharp pain in the bridge of her nose. She covers her nose with one hand and holds up the other before York can throw yet another egg. “Stop, stop!”

York takes a step back, startled,

“I’m- I’m so—“ suddenly he gets a face full of flour as Rosé goes back to laughing. York and Grendan let out a relieved breath.

Jancy heaves a big sigh,

“Rosé! I thought you were really hurt and— are you actually bleeding!?” Rosé nods as she wipes her nose and giggles. Jancy quickly grabs her messy hands, “alright, let’s go”

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Rosé hops onto the bathroom counter and kicks her feet as Jancy rummages through the cupboards and drawers. “Your stock of toiletries is abysmal,” she complains.

“Yeah,” Rosé sniffles, “stuff is expensive... sometimes I don’t even know how we’re paying rent.”

Jancy huffs, “I can’t believe this. Honestly, what were you children thinking?” Rosé doesn’t respond, just wipes her blood on her sleeve. Jancy continues ranting and Rosé just lets her, it seems like she needs it.

“And you’ve all made a huge mess which I’m not helping you clean by the way—”

Rosé can’t help but smile while Jancy’s not looking; And a feeling of fondness rears its head.

Jancy may be upset at Rosé, but she’s also nursing her wound. And she isn’t upset because she’s angry, she’s upset because she cares.

Rosé hasn’t had anyone like that in a while; When she was a thief, she didn’t have caring people like Jancy — didn’t have a protector like York, or a shoulder to cry on like Grendan.

And the result was hurt. So much hurt. Pain in her heart and scars on her skin from the numerous knife fights she’s been in. And Rosé decided ages ago that she wasn’t going to let anyone into her heart again. She was going to keep it under lock and key.

Somehow, four people managed to slip through the cracks. And they might be here to stay this time.

Rosé snaps out of it when she feels a damp towel under her nose, “does it still hurt?” She shakes her head,

“not as much as it used to.” 

Jancy nods,

“That’s good. I’m glad it’s not broken.” Rosé can’t help but chuckle at the thought of an egg breaking her nose. Although considering how strong York is, it wouldn’t be all that surprising if it did happen.

“Alright,” Jancy says as she takes a step back, “your nose stopped bleeding, so you’re free to go.” Rosé hops off the counter and pulls Jancy into a hug. It’s a bit like hugging a mannequin at first, Jancy just tenses up and doesn’t say anything. But then she hugs back, and sighs for what seems like the hundredth time that day. When Rosé pulls away, she lets out a laugh at Jancy’s uncharacteristically wide eyes. Jancy blushes and clears her throat, “don’t laugh.” She orders, “I just wasn’t expecting that.” Rosé continues laughing as she leaves the room.

When she walks into the living room, York and Grendan run up to her. Grendan grabs Rosés hand,

“are you ok!?” She exclaims, “we were worried, York was nervously fidgeting this whole time!” York looks away, embarrassed,

“Grandma, you weren’t supposed to tell her that…”

Rosé slowly kneels down and gets eye level with her. York, confused, also kneels down.

Rosé pauses for a moment, silent, and then she tackles the two of them in a tight hug. The force of her tackle sends them backwards, and all three of them hit the ground. The surprise of it all causes York and Grendan to burst out laughing, which quickly makes Rosé let out a few giggles of her own. The three of them spend the next few minutes on the ground, laughing and joking, until Rosé says,

      “Guys, you know what I just realized…” Grendan and York look at her expectantly, waiting for her to continue,

       “We should probably start cleaning.”

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“I love love” — Eugene, season 2 episode 7

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Sticky note doodle that I did at 6 am this morning

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Mice solving crimes call that Rattectives

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Quick York and Rosé doodle(s)

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He’s also older than her

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merry Christmas Drawtectives fans <3

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I don’t think that’s how you’re supposed to eat that…

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My interpretation of one of the cutest moments from season 3 episode 1 <3

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and then they woke up

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First post on Tumblr… so ofc it HAD to be Drawtectives fanart