#fhr spoon

[extreme-neutral]

Dad and the dog meme

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Bonus under cut

don't worry, I left the old man mustache to keep him company

[groan-taire]

some sleepy cuddles (censored cut) ------ and some additional Robin art

[westealtoys]

I promise you that Spoon is alive and enjoys the snuggles.

[currently-evil]

My favorite personal Spoon headcanon is that Chen made an instagram profile for him and now he is more popular than even Ortega’s instagram.

I see it like that: Chen posted one photo of him on his official Marshal profile when he got him, most likely because pr agent made him do something personal to idk connect with people or something. The photo got wildly popular, Spoon is so darn cute on it. Chen decided, out of pure boredom to make a profile for him, with this conviction that it will be amusing for a while and when it stops he will just delete it. No harm done.

But he did not foresee just how popular Spoon got. Like Spoon is wildly cute and has a tendency to make hilarious poses out on his own, Chen have always phone on him in case of emergency. And so he got lots of photos that people loved and soon, Spoon got at a level of small celebrity in town. So much that people completely forgot why he got famous in the first place and now he isn't even remotely connected in people’s eyes with Marshal.

Why do I love it? because I found it hilarious that when Sidestep goes on a walk with Chen he doesn't have to worry about being spotted because nobody recognizes Chen as Marshal in his civilian clothes. But when they go on a walk with Spoon they have to constantly redirect people attention elsewhere because somebody spots Spoon constantly and non stop try to approach them for photo. 

Also imagine this scene: somebody spots Spoon recognise him as a local celebrity and rush to take a photo. They don't even raise their eyes at the owner when they ask if they can take a photo. They got positive answer but the voice is somehow familiar. They look up and holy fuuuck its motherfucking Marshal of Rangers. It would be equivalent if you saw Grumpy cat on the street and then suddenly realized Obama was his owner.

[idlenight]

As promised here is my little project, they ended up being a bit more than just sketches haha.

I am quite happy with how all these came out, some were more challenging and fiddly than others but I definitely learned something in all this, I'm sure.

@capricule's Cyrus + Ricardo

@silvery-bluish's Arsinoe + Herald

@wonda-fhr's David + Ricardo

@m3k-fhr's Cyn + Spoon

and lastly my own Sidestep River + Chen.

Thank you to everyone who wanted to particpate, I hope you enjoy the finished pieces!

[wonda-fhr]

[sixleggedboar]

Chen’s favourite turtleneck boys.

[kittlesandbugs]

speech prompts!! ✌️

33 for riley and ortega

(9 for riley and spoon)

Okay I know 33 was the serious one and I love it and 9 was the joke one but the joke is on us because my brain latched onto 9.

Title: Stale memories Pairing: Sidestep & Chen (and Spoon of course lol) Warnings: Alcohol/drunk mentions. Word Count: 648 Prompt: Speech prompts, "You're warm."

Ow. Fuck. 

Your eyes crack open just a hair and squeeze shut instantly. Too bright. You didn't think your head could throb harder, but you were wrong. Cotton and stale alcohol coat your tongue in forgotten memories. Must have been one hell of a bender last night. Why? 

Hot breath on your neck and a warm weight half on your chest and you wrap your arms around him tighter through the blanket draped over you. The reason for the heavy drinking can be sussed out later. After more sleep. He squirms in your grasp. 

"Hnnnnno, don't get up yet," you murmur. "You're warm."

A high pitched whine and something cold and wet presses to your cheek and your eyes fly open as you recoil into the back of the couch. This is not Ortega's apartment. Or Argent's. Or your base. Where the fuck— You find yourself staring into big doey brown eyes, but rather than buried under salt and pepper curls they're at the long end of a long grey muzzle. 

… Spoon? 

He licks your cheek, flashes happy-bright in your mind at the recognition and you shove him off you with a swear and pull the blanket over your head like it can block him out on the inside too. He's worse than the sun right now, and your shields feel about as solid as swiss cheese at the moment. 

A rejected little sigh as Spoon jumps off the couch and his nails click on hardwood as he pads away. Hnnnngh. Chen's apartment then. What the fuck are you doing here? 

"Good… ah, afternoon."

You startle, not just from him sneaking in through Spoon's glaring presence. His shields are too good sometimes. What did he say? Afternoon? Fuck, you really did hit the bottle hard. At least you were too far gone for dreams. But why did you…? 

"What… day is it? The date?" you ask, sitting up squinty-eyed against the light, scrubbing your face. 

"The 17th." He closes the blinds for you before taking a seat in a big armchair across from the couch. Elbows resting on his knees, chin resting on folded synthetic blue hands, he watches you and doesn't ask. 

You don't know if that's better or worse than Ortega. 

"That… makes sense."  The day before is the only other date that would make you want to drink outside of Heartbreak. A tray with tea on the coffee table catches your eye and you pour some into the unused mug and down it. Lukewarm, it's been there a while. You don't care, you just need to get the stale alcohol and memories out of your throat. 

"I found you in an alley last night on my way home. Drunk. Blackout?" A pause and you reluctantly nod. You don't remember that at all. Fuck. That's dangerous. "I brought you back here to sleep it off."

"Did you tell them about it?" Ortega and Argent. Last thing you need is to be mother-henned right now. Chen finding you like that is bad enough. Why did you even leave your base? You wish you could remember what had been going through your head. 

"No. They haven't mentioned you missing or being worried."

"Thank you."

"Do you… are you…?" 

He stumbles over what he wants to ask or say. If he should even ask it. If he should even say it. You can sense that much with your brain starting to clear. But fuck, it still hurts like hell. 

"You don't have to worry about me. It was… more celebratory than anything."

His brow knits in confusion. "Celebratory?" The gears in his brain click into high gear. You haven't had any big heists in the last week. Not that he's aware of. He's not wrong. You're still in the planning stages for the next one, really. 

You give him a wan smile. "The anniversary of my second escape."

[extreme-neutral]

Mysterious disappearances of silly dogs from the local park.

No one files missing reports.

[groan-taire]

Best wingman

gotta keep each other company - for the dog of course

[westealtoys]

"Sorry, you don't have the puppy-dog eyes." The verdict has an air of finality, so you shrug. No need to make it weird. Weirder. but what if you actually do...? 😏

[quiddling]

feel like pure shit just want spoon back x

[autistic-sidestep]

he cookin!!!

[ianthedebonair]

saying out loud would make it more real and would make it hurt so much more when it's inevitably taken away

[wonda-fhr]

The first chapter of the LD Kingsley AU is finished.🥳

Short summary The Re-genes Lia and David were once on the run together and were recaptured together. After four years, only one of them was able to escape. Driven by a determined desire to free the other as soon as possible, Lia needs allies and a plan.