#i drew dis at 3am

[swestbifire]

Can we acknowledge the fact that Mhin and Felix are the same hight (5'6", 168 cm).

They also both have similar beauty marks.

[mintywolf]

"Worry not, child. Death is but a waiting game."

[widdlediddle2]

i feel like im improving every time i draw them ;P

[athanoraa]

he says he's here because of you.

[jam1ra]

Furina's Origin (REAL)

[nazumichi]

i want everyone to know that whenever i finish a drawing, no matter where i am or how i feel, i always stand up and do a silly little dance in celebration. listen to me, to learn more facts about. the artistic process.

[neewtmas]

ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴀʙʙᴇʏ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ // ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɪɪ

pairing: george karim x fem!reader

wordcount: 2.7k

summary: a case that takes longer than expected, an unrequited crush, and the hardest decision you ever had to make

masterlist part I part II

taglist: @maraschinomerry @sstrawberriel  @poisonquinzell @holymotherfxrkingshirtballs @the-high-lady-of-3am-crackposts @shampoocovers99 (if you wanna be added or removed, just tell me) also @oblivious-idiot

You had barely turned the corner onto Portland Row when you already started searching your pockets for the house key. When you found it, you gripped the metal tightly, glad to have something to hold onto. Though slightly out of breath now, you were still keeping up a pace that had you a few steps in front of George at all times. No words had been exchanged throughout the walk, and you were equal parts sad and glad that he hadn't even attempted a conversation. The gate creaked horribly as you pushed it open, and you wouldn't have even noticed how much force you applied if it hadn't been for George right behind you. You spun around at his surprised gasp just in time to see the gate that had swung back hit him. He grimaced. "That was unnecessary."

Your face flushed in embarrassment. "It wasn't on purpose", you mumbled and abruptly turned around to open the front door, desperate to escape the situation. Stepping into the hallway, you noticed the key had left little red indents in the palm of your hands. Looking at it, a clear visualisation of your incapability to control your feelings, you felt pathetic.

There wasn't much time to think about it though, because George pushed closely past you, pizza cartons held up high to not hit your head. Your heartbeat quickened at his sudden closeness. He yelled out for Lockwood and Lucy as he stomped into the kitchen, still in boots and his jacket. You knelt to untie your shoes, taking the few moments it took as a last opportunity to pull yourself together enough to survive the dinner without giving a hint about your emotional state.

"Well George, enlighten us. What did you guys find out?" Lockwood opened up the conversation after the four of you had demolished about half of every pizza within mere minutes. George put down the piece of pizza he was currently munching on, and cleared his throat. "Abbey House is the main residence of the Blackwood family. It's similar to Combe Carey Hall insofar as it's a manor outside of London, but up until now, there have never been any disturbances. The history of the house is fascinatingly non-violent, actually."

"Really? No death? No murder? Not even a little bit?" Lockwood seemed almost disappointed by George's revelations. "Oh, there has been death. Plenty of it, if that makes you happy. But none of it is connected to the house itself." George fished a pencil out of his pocket that was so small already that it looked almost impossible to write with. He pushed one of the pizza cartons aside and quickly sketched the outline of a family tree.

Lucy, who sat next to you at the long side of the table, leaned over to get a closer look, forcing you to move closer to George as well. Your legs were touching now under the table. He looked at you and gave you the quickest of smiles before he turned back to the thinking cloth. "We've got Lord Blackwood at the top." He drew a somewhat funky-looking stick figure. "He's the current head of the family, and he owns Abbey House." He drew another stick figure next to the one already on the cloth and added something that, with a little fantasy, resembled a dress. He connected them with two intertwined rings. "His wife died a few years ago. Natural causes, no comeback as a ghost." He drew a big x over the stick figure. "They have two kids-" Another two stick figures. "The daughter is quite a few years older than her brother. She resides at Abbey House, and her brother is off to some fancy private school. Lastly, Lord Blackwood also has an older sister. Couldn't find too much about her."

Lockwood inspected the sketch with great interest. "Anything about staff? Any accidents, or something of the sort?" George leaned back, crossing his arms. He did not move his leg away from yours. "Nothing out of the ordinary. We spent the entire day combing through dusty family tree records and old newspaper clippings. His wife seemed to have lived quite a scandalous life before she got married to him. His daughter is famously picky with the men she surrounds herself with, which of course requires a regular article about how there is 'no heir in sight!' in just about every gossip magazine. Lord Blackwood has another sister, but she broke it off with her family and moved up to Scotland with her five kids. Lots of information, almost all of it irrelevant."

Lockwood took another piece of pizza and looked at it contemplatively. "On the phone, it sounded like a proper nightmare. There is a ghost there, and it's very angry."

"Don't know if I like the fact that there seems to be nothing that points towards a ghost", Lucy said.

"That's not that uncommon. And if I'm honest, now I'm even more intrigued." Lockwood had finished his piece of pizza in record time. "Of course you are", Lucy mumbled under her breath.

Lockwood ignored her. "We'll take the train tomorrow, early afternoon. I had our rapiers checked yesterday, so that's all in the clear. (name), Lucy, you go and lay out all of the equipment, and see if we need to fill up on something. We should be fully stocked, but you never know."

Lockwood seemed to brim with excited energy as he got up from the table. That's what the prospect of a challenging case tended to do to him. "I'll be in the library." He snatched the last piece of pizza from one of the cartons. "Doing some research of my own."

"Reading gossip magazines you mean?" George called after him, but Lockwood was already out of the room. George chuckled, looking at you. "Maybe I should have taken Lockwood with me today", he joked, and you gave your best to force a natural-looking smile. "Yeah, maybe", you quietly said and got up. "Lucy, let's get this over with." You didn't wait for her as you made your way down the staircase into the basement. You missed the way George turned and looked after you, with confusion and hurt at the way you were acting towards him.

In the basement, you started with pulling chains off the rack, simply dropping them in the middle of the room, the clatter of the metal against the concrete reverberating through the air. You couldn't wait to be done and get back to the solace of your room. By the time Lucy entered the room, you had moved on to sorting through the salt bombs. She joined you, and you worked in silence. There was no need to talk, it was a methodical procedure you both had gone through time and time again.

When you were done, you did a quick check of everything to make sure you didn't miss anything. Lucy stood leaning against the doorframe, watching you with her arms crossed over her chest. "I think we're good to go", you finally said and she smiled at you. You waited for her to turn around and lead the way back upstairs, but she didn't.

"Did something happen between you?"

You swallowed thickly. "No. Why?"

She shrugged. "You seem on edge. And he seems hurt."

You almost laughed. "Hurt?"

"You should have seen the way he looked after you after dinner."

You shook your head. "Lucy, you don't need to invent imaginary scenarios to make me feel better. I appreciate the sentiment, but it's really not helping."

She raised her eyebrows. "Tell me what happened then."

You huffed. "Nothing. Except me asking him to get dinner with me, and him turning it into getting pizza for everyone. Can't make it much clearer than that, now can you?"

Lucy just looked at you and the pity in her eyes made you want to rip your hair out. You flexed your hand, where the marks of the key were long gone, but you still felt pathetic.

"I don't think that was his intention", she finally said softly and turned around. You didn't move even after you heard her footsteps on the stairs and finally the door closing behind her. The room was now only dimly lit from the last bit of daylight that made its way through the narrow windows. Your eyes wandered over the four piles of equipment you had made on the floor, one for each member of the agency. From there, over to the shelves in which many folders filled to the brim with old bills, case records and miscellaneous papers piled up with no discernable system. Lastly, to the desks that stood in the corner, George's desk specifically. It was overflowing with books, notes, pictures, diagrams, loose paper, and pens, chaos only he could find any system in. On top of a stack of books stood a mug, looking lonely and out of place.

Without thinking about it, you slowly walked over and picked it up. It was your favourite mug, gifted to you by Lockwood after your first successful case with the agency as a sign that you were now a proper member. You softly brushed over the small spot on the handle that was chipped from the one time Lucy had tried to carry more than her hands could handle. You thought about how you had brought this cup down here a few days ago to give it to George who had been sitting over his notes for hours that evening. He had smiled at you, full of surprise and gratitude and fondness, before he had pulled over a chair for you to explain excitedly what he had been working on.

You blinked away the tears that had formed in your eyes. You weren't sure if you could go through with this. Leaving Lockwood & Co. would be like leaving family. But on the other hand, how long could you endure keeping things like they were? You had no idea how long you stood in the dark basement, staring at the mug that somehow had become the embodiment of the connections you had formed in this house - connections of varying kinds, but all connections of love. Connections that felt almost impossible to leave behind.

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This night's sleep had been horrible. You stumbled through the preparations that filled the entire first half of the day and looked forward to the train ride out into the country that would give you a chance to catch up on some of the sleep that you missed last night through all the tossing and turning.

The station was bustling with people, each one seemingly knowing exactly where to go and what to do. The four of you moved slowly through it all, your bags bulky and awkward to walk with, the rapiers dangling from your sides earning you a few glances from the people that passed you. Luckily, the train was already waiting at the platform. Your shoulder was aching from the unrelenting pressure of the bag's strap. After you ascended the three steps up into the train, you let it slip off your shoulder with a sigh, glad to be able to set it down for a second. The train was almost empty, it seemed like Stoneford - the village closest to Abbey House - wasn't a very popular destination. Your three colleagues had already started moving forward through the narrow hallway slowly, disregarding the empty seats they passed. Lockwood had booked you a private compartment, to allow you to discuss further details regarding the case if it was necessary, without anyone listening in on your conversation.

You looked down at the bag lying by your feet with dread. This was one of the many downsides of taking on cases with minimal information - the need to bring an extensive selection of gear to be equipped for everything that might come your way. You let out a long drawn-out sigh before bending down and snatching the straps that were on the floor. You started to make your way through the hallway, kicking and dragging the bag more than carrying it. You didn't come very far before the bag came to an abrupt halt, causing you to stumble forward and almost trip over your own feet. You cursed under your breath, which earned you a disapproving look from an older lady reading a newspaper two seats down from where you stood. You ignored her as you tried to get the strap out that had wedged itself in between the seat and the armrest.

You could feel your frustration building when you suddenly felt a hand coming to rest on the small of your back. You turned around to find George standing behind you. "Let me handle that", he said, and gently pushed you towards where Lucy and Lockwood had already disappeared into the compartment. You hesitated for a second, and looked back and forth between him and the bag, acutely aware of the placement of his hand. He raised his eyebrows, a silent prompt to follow what he had said.

"Thank you", you quietly said and left him to take care of it. The compartment door slid to the side easily, and you found Lucy and Lockwood on one of the benches, Lucy on her back with her head on Lockwood's lap. They had piled the luggage on the other bench, leaving barely enough room for two people to sit.

"Do you have to lie down, Lucy?", you asked. "Maybe we could put one of the bags on your bench." Lucy raised her head so that she could look at you over the edge of the table where Lockwood was looking through some papers, ignoring your conversation. "I'm really tired, unfortunately", she said. "I'm sure you understand." You rolled your eyes at her attempt to fake a convincing yawn. It was crystal clear to you what she was trying to do.

There was no time to argue with her because just then George appeared in the door frame. He wrestled the bag into the space under Lucy's and Lockwood's bench so that you could still move around in the compartment. When he was done, he turned to you. "Do you wanna sit by the window?" He was a little out of breath, a stray curl falling into his forehead. You shrugged. "I don't have a preference." He smiled at you. "Me neither. Then you get the window seat."

You squeezed yourself past the bags and sat down as close to the wall as possible, silently praying that the space was bigger than it looked. George placed his jacket on top of the bags before he too squeezed past the bags and plopped down next to you. He stretched out his legs with a sigh and took off his glasses to polish them on his shirt. He seemed entirely unfazed by the fact that your entire side was pressed up against him, all while it made your heartbeat stumble. You clasped your hands together in your lap to make yourself as small as possible.

"Lucy?" George asked. You bit your lip as you looked out of the window. Surely he was about to ask her to switch places so that he wouldn't have to be so close to you for the next several hours - you knew how he felt about excessive physical contact.

"Would you mind giving me the folder with the yellow marker?"

You looked over to Lucy, who pulled the folder out of the backpack you brought. George took it from her and opened it, immediately immersing himself in whatever he had in there.

In the meantime, the train had left the station. You hadn't moved at all, too afraid to accidentally alert George to the fact that you were almost sitting on top of him. Instead, you stared out of the window at the houses that flew by, slowly but surely getting replaced by trees and other greenery. There was a comfortable silence in the compartment, and that coupled with the rhythmic sound of the train had your eyes droop quickly. You rested your head against the wall and allowed them to close, quickly drifting off into sleep.

thank you for reading! feedback is appreciated :)

part IV

[lightininglydia]

The Interview - Drew Starkey

Summary: As the newest member of OBX S4, You have your first interview with the cast

Relationships: Drew Starkey X Fem!Reader, Platonic! Austin North X Reader, Platonic! Obx cast X Reader 

Warnings: Mentions of drinking but besides that just friends! To lovers, mutual pining and fluff <3 also not proof read mb it’s almost 3am 🤩

A/N: I am so in love with Drew Starkey like ONE chance sir please 🧎‍♀️ n e ways I hope y’all enjoy this :)

You shuffled your chair slightly to the right before sitting down, squinting your eyes due to the bright beams from the ring lights.

Leaning over slightly you looked at Drew “ What’s this one for again? “ you questioned, nerves building up in the pit of your stomach

This was your first cast interview

Drew leaned into your side “ It’s the question bowl thingy for Variety… we pick questions from the bowl, read them out loud and then answer them… there’s no actual interviewer so you’ll be fine “ he reassured

You offered him a soft smile, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach whenever he so much as breathed near you.

“ Alrighty guys I’m going to press start on the camera- Y/N if you could do the introduction and start us off that would be great “

You gave a small nod, taking the bowl from the camera man and leaning back in your seat

He waited a few seconds before giving you the 5-1 count down with his fingers

On one you beamed at the camera “ Hi- I’m Y/N Y/L/N “ you let everyone else introduce themselves “ And we’re the cast of outer banks! Today we’re going to be answering some questions we pick out of this bowl! “

You raised the bowl to show it off to the camera before reaching in and picking out a question, carefully placing the bowl on your lap before unrolling the question “ Who was your favourite cast member to work with this season and why “

Carlacia squealed “ Oooooh this one’s good- I think we’re all very curious to know the answer to this one especially considering you’re our newest addition “

A small laugh fell from your lips as you leaned forward slightly “ I think my answer is going to surprise you all… my favourite cast member to work with this season was Austin- it’s no secret that I am constantly rooting for Topper so getting to work with Austin and sort of soften Topper’s hatred for Pogues really made all of my scenes with him my favourite “

Austin beamed “ Me? Really? I definitely thought you were gonna say Drew or JD for that one- I’m actually so honoured right now “

A wide grin spread across your face “ Aww- Drew and JD are a close second but I honestly loved all of our scenes together… some of them are super emotional and deep and it was really fun to dive into those and give Topper some more depth “

Austin laughed “ Yeah because he definitely needed it after the stunt he pulled last season… gaslighter by The Chicks was definitely on my Topper playlist for season three- used it to channel Topper’s inner rage for John B and Sarah “

The entire cast burst out into a fit of laughter, including yourself as you felt your body finally ease and become comfortable within the environment

Drew reached towards you once the laughter finally died down, taking the bowl from your lap and carefully picking out a question “ What was your favourite episode to film? “

He pondered for a moment, his eyes trailing over to yours “ Episode 6… I think that’s when our characters finally meet and everything leading up to it is just so chaotic- Rafe is definitely going at it this season and I think six is probably the worst he’s ever been “

You turned to the camera, an amused look on your face “ Yeah episode six sure is something- also that’s your favourite!? If what I wanted to say wasn’t a spoiler I’d be going on a rant “

Rudy hummed “ Yeah episode six is insane especially for Rafe and Lily- is it your favourite because you got to spend so much time with Y/N- be honest! “ he teased

Drew’s face turned a soft shade of red as he rolled his eyes and turned his head away from the camera

Chase gasped “ It is! It sooooo is! “

A string of giggles fell from you lips as you leaned into him, resting your elbow on his shoulder “ Aww come on guys be nice! It’s not Drew’s fault I’m so pretty “ you beamed

Madison smiled at you, happy you seemed to become more comfortable as every minute passed.

Eventually the laughter and teasing died down, the bowl being passed around until it reached you again- eager to pull another question “ Who are you closest with from the cast? “

JD was the first to answer the question for you “ Drew hands down! “ he practically shouted as the rest of the cast jumped to agree

You playfully rolled your eyes at their antics “ I’m pretty close with EVERYONE “

A few of your cast members side eyed you for your answer before Madison spoke out “ That wasn’t the question! It says CLOSEST “

You huffed out a breath of air “ We all spend a lot of time together but I will say Drew and I have this like “ old people “ thing going on where we’ll sit at each other’s apartments and read all night… like we don’t really talk to each other we just bring a book, some wine and one of us puts on a really good playlist… we just sit there for hours and I think that’s bonded us in a really interesting way to where it’s more than just getting to know each other but more so solidified how comfortable we are with one another- so yeah I guess I’ll say Drew “

Madison cheered as Madelyn let out a soft laugh “ It’s such a weird thing to walk into… like I’ll just burst into one of their apartments and see them sitting there with a book in one hand and a glass of wine in the other completely silent besides the music and they won’t even notice me until I either turn the music off or take a book from one of them “

Drew smiled “ It was really nice to have Y/n join the cast… I love going out and doing things but I’m definitely more of a homebody and to have someone who not only understands that but actively participates in things like that has been great- she’s really amazing “

A soft blush formed on your cheeks at his words “ You’re the sweetest… I’m not really the going out kind of person like I’ll do it but it’s never really been my thing so to come into a cast like this and to immediately have someone that understood that was really comforting… I didn’t want to feel like I was a buzzkill or dragging the mood down so having Drew really was a lifeline in both senses- I literally cling to him when we go out “

The cast laughed at this “ Get a couple of drinks in her and she becomes a koala with Drew- there’s a really funny video of him carrying her coming to you guys the second season 4 drops “ Chase explained

A bout of laughter spilled from you “ HEY! I did NOT consent to my drunken escapades being posted as a tomfoolery! “ you protested

Drew began laughing, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side “ Oh trust me we have LOADS of those “

A gasp fell from your lips as you pulled away from him, playfully swatting at him “ No you do not! I’m not showing up to this weeks book night if you keep it up Mr. Starkey! And I’ll lock my door so you can’t get in! “

He scoffed, placing his hand on his chest “ Ouch Y/N but I think you forget I have a key to your apartment… couldn’t keep me away even if you tried which we both know you won’t “ his voice was soft, a hint of teasing in his tone as he looked at you with such adoration that your heart felt as if it would combust at any moment

What you didn’t realize was that you were looking at him the same “ No… I won’t “ voice barely audible but you knew he heard you when his eyes seemed to soften even more than they already had

Warmth filled your entire body, wishing he could look at you like this forever

JD cleared his throat “ Hey guys hate to kill the moment but Drew for the love of god pick a question out of the bowl “

Simultaneously Carlacia and Madison reached out and smacked him on either side as you and Drew tore your gazes away from each other, Drew’s going to the bowl in your hands and yours going to Austin who was giving you a very pointed look

One that read- Remember you’re on camera

Drew pulled out the question, muttering something under his breath before reading it aloud “ Have you ever had a crush on any of your cast mates? If so who? And why? “

You covered your mouth to hide the small grin that was forming on your face as Chase let out a loud “ oooooh you’re in trouble now “

Drew scoffed, throwing up the finger directed at Chase “ This is such an unfair question “

Madelyn and Rudy booed him “ Answer the question!” They shouted at him, Madison turning her face away from the camera in attempt to hide the large grin she had on her face while the rest of the cast turned to him expecting an answer

He sighed, blowing out a deep breath “ I mean- I- “ he tried but the words just weren’t making their way out of his mouth

You softly nudged him, placing your hand over his in a comforting manner “ Hey it’s okay you don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to- just pick again! “ your voice was void of any judgment or teasing, almost encouraging him to do whatever made him comfortable

His heart clenched in his chest, the feeling of your hand on his had his thoughts racing- his mind constantly on you.

The way your hair smelled of vanilla coconut because of that stupid shampoo you’d left at his house one too many times, how you had the most obvious tell whenever you were lying, The way he’d never seen you get mad at anyone ever- not even when they deserved it because your heart was too kind to ever make anyone feel anything less than cared for.

And how you beamed in such a specific way whenever you saw him- it felt ridiculous to say you were his crush when he was so sure he was in love with you… so in love with you that it hurt

His face softened and all nervousness slipped away when his eyes finally locked with yours “ I mean I definitely don’t have a crush… it’s pretty obvious that I’m like- stupidly in love with you because you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met and I think you’re absolutely perfect- On your own and for me “

A ridiculously large grin spread across your face at his words “ Yeah… I think I’m pretty perfect for you too and happen to think you’re perfect for me- If it hasn’t been obvious I’m stupidly in love with you too”

The cast burst into a scarily loud amount of cheers- all having been rooting for the two of you.

You leaned back from Drew, eyes flying to the camera “ Wow- guess Variety is really getting the scoop today… Netflix slash OBX PR team please don’t kill us!!“ you jokingly pleaded, leaning into Drew’s side as his one arm wrapped around you as the other pulled your hand into his own

Madelyn laughed, grabbing the bowl from Drew “ Hey- they pre-approved all these questions so it’s on them “

The rest of the interview flew by, your hand interlocked with Drew’s as the two of you listened to your friends answer questions- laughing and interacting as much as possible before it came to a close

You gave one final look to the camera “ This was the cast of Outer Banks answering all these burning questions! Catch season four of our wonderful show streaming only on Netflix, May 16th “

Guess this wasn’t too bad for your first interview.

[shinxit]

Behind the windshield (fic)

Pre-warning: This is just really really shameless porn.

Warning: Contagion, Explicit sexual themes, Sneeze fetish, excessive body fluids, sex work

Summary: Sasha is a van-life man with a cold kink, and runs into a very sick and beautiful sex worker for whom he has some requests.

Van life can be picturesque when you’re on parked on a hilltop sipping hot cacao sitting on the back of your hatch watching the sun puncture its yolk beyond the redwood tops and sink into the dark broth of the ocean. At the same time, it can also be drudgery. For Sasha, finding a new spot to part on the at 3am on a Tuesday every time street cleaning comes around was the bane of his existence. A close second was the existential crisis of people trying to peek into his tinted windows, not knowing if this was going to be a smash-and-grab-my-ankle situation. And the cold, don’t even start. It was a hell of a time heating the van even in temperate winters. Life is a lot harder when it’s 50F inside and out.

It was on one of these particularly chilly mornings that Sasha met Jan. Or technically, he heard her first. ATSSSCHH! SSSSSTHCHHKKK! Sneezes like sonic arrows shook the sedan parked in front of Sasha’s, waking him from his slumber. It was that time of day when the birds were stretching their wings but not yet started to sing and the air was draped in a dusty blue haze. Thankfully Sasha was an early riser and didn’t really mind the unconventional alarm. After changing into his joggers and workout tee, Sasha slid open his van door to breathe in the fog and get his morning run in.

When… uu—CHTSCHOO! KTSCHHH! atzCKHOOO! The purple accord shook once more, this time Sasha could see the wind shield misting with each barrage. Then the rusty door swung out, followed by a pink baby stiletto heel stepped out, and then the head of a beautiful platinum blonde which contrasted magnificently with a fiery nose and deep chestnut eyes that Sasha only caught a glimpse of before they closed in -AKTscheeew! The jet of spray left the woman’s mouth and lunged forward at least three feet before dissipating into the drifting fogs. She then blew her nose forcefully, expelling a long string of yellow-green snot for which she leaned over the ground to pitch off at her abused nostrils with her fingers and flick onto the ground. Sasha took a deep breath.

She was irresistible. As she leaned her head back, holding the bridge of her nose and sniffled, Sasha could hear the gurgling congestion in her sinuses from several feet away. Her flaming nose drew Sasha like a moth, and before he could really register what was happening, he was standing in front of her, watching in awe as she desperately tried to hold back the next round and thick discharge escaped from her nostrils.

“Ugh…” she moaned. “mbuck.”

“Fuck is right,” Sasha said. “That’s quite a cold you’ve got there. Need a tissue? I’ve got some extra lying around in my van.”

S-sniff. “Yes blease” she responded in an impossibly stuffed up voice. It wasn’t until Sasha had gotten this close that he noticed how the early middle-aged blonde was dressed—in a hot pink bikini bottom with the string tightly wedged between her cheeks showing off her well-cared-for glutes. On top she sported a matching string bikini top covering a pair of breasts that must have been the nature plus package. Across her shoulders draped a pink tweed cropped blazer which felt somehow perfect to round off all that was going on here.

“I’b Jad by the way. Dis is by corder today.” She extended a damp hand, which Sasha grasped to pull her out of the car onto her feet.

“Sasha. I’m from here and there.”

“Dice to beet you Sasha. Welcob to the deighborhood.” She drew her finger under her nose, wiping a streak of liquid yellow onto her index finger. “Umb… could I get those tissues? By last cliedt had a dasty cold, ad I think I’b cobing dowd wit it dow.”

“Sure thing. Wanna come into the van and warm up?”

Jan nodded, wiping her nose once again, this time leaving a snail trail across the arm of her blazer. Sasha helped Jan into the cozy back of the sprinter van, and both of them had to crouch to get to the bed/sofa in the back where Sasha joined the very sick girlie after fishing out his box of puffs from behind the pans. Jan took the box with a look of gratitude, and immediately soaked one through with the toxic sludge pouring out of her nose. When she looked up, Sasha had already handed her a steaming hot cacao to replace the dirty tissue which was relegated to a corner of the kitchen counter. He then attentively took her temperature with an axillary thermometer: 99.9F. A low temp, but no fever… yet. It sounded like she was still early in her illness, and Sasha couldn’t rule out that it could evolve.

Now you should know that inviting a literal walking neon sign for a contagious illness into such a tight and unventilated space, and then enclose oneself inside with said person was entirely intentional on Sasha’s part. There was always something titillating about the risk of illness, or even intentionally taking a stuffy sneezy cold from someone. The only thing hotter than that, would be someone forcing a cold on him.

“No client’s today?” Ask Sasha.

“Do….”uuuutschooooOO! Jan turned away, spraying Sasha’s duvet. Snifff. “I doubt sobeode id their right mide would wadt to pay for this.”

“Mmmm I beg to differ. ”

Jan looked Sasha up and down, from his modern mullet to his well-toned shoulders, to his stained gap hoodie and Kirkland joggers. He could only imagine what was going through her mind. Maybe she was disturbed? Attracted? Sizing him up for the size of his wallet?

“You should dkow I dod’t cobe cheap.”

“I would never imagine that to be the case for a women as beautiful as you. But I do have a special request. I want you to give me your cold.”

Jan seemed to pause for a moment before she burst out laughing which devolved into a coughing fit and ended with her blowing her nose once more, adding to the growing pile of yellow snow on the kitchen counter.

“Dat’s already goidg to happed, but if you idsist…” Jan turned to straddle Sasha’s lap before whispering a price into his ear that he readily agreed to.

Now in her element, Sasha shed her blazer, revealing her reality+ chest that bounced and heaved with each breath. She then took her blazer and tied Sasha’s hands behind his back, leaving him helpless to stop her ministrations. She then sneezed, spraying directly onto her chest, and pressed Sasha’s face in the damp crevice. Sasha happily lapped up the fat beaded virus-laden droplets.

Then, Jan grabbed the thermometer left on the counter from earlier and used the shiny tapered tip to ticker her nostrils until… AAAATHSCHOOO! No hold backs, hot spray hit Sasha directly in the face before he could even manage to close his eye. A remnant string of snot hung from Jan’s face, which Sasha wiped away with a finger and cleaned up with a lick.

“You a sicko” croaked Jan.

“No you” Sasha quipped, smiling.

“Not ONLY me for long.” Jan once again grabbed the thermometer now covered with a layer of virile green slime and used to rub around Sasha’s own nostrils. First teasing in little circles the edges of his well-shaped nose, leaving little snail trails on his face. Then she brought the thermometer back to her own nose and blew, positively drowning the plastic rod in a thick contagious gel that she then plunged deep into Sasha’s nose, using her fingers to help wipe off the excess and press it into his crevices. This thermometer was so deep, that it triggered something in Sasha, leading him to sneeze ATSCHOOO! Spraying green chunks across Jan’s chest and bikini top.

“Bad boy” Jan scolded. “It’s dot your turd yet. Patiedce”

Jan then held her raw red nose millimeters from Sasha’s own. He could feel her hot infectious breath hitting his face as he tried to inhale as much as he could.

“Tell be wat you wadt.”

“You…” Sasha panted.

“I’b goidg to bake you so sick. You’re goidg to regret this. Toborrow, you’re goidg to wake up dot beidg able to breathe through your dose, ad you’re going to blow and blow so buch that your dose will be as red ad bine.”

Jan then went ahead and slammed her lips on his, sharing the saliva that flowed from beyond her raw red throat into his uninfected mucosa. Her nose continued to run. And as she pinned Sasha down, gravity brought the dangerous golden fluid flowing from her abused nostrils into his. Meanwhile, their tongues found each other and danced deep in each other’s mouths, her virus-laden saliva tickling Sasha’s uvula, and his prodding at her swollen tonsils. They spent the rest of the morning, making out and exchanging fluids, but never made it past second base. Unfortunately, Sasha’s budget didn’t stretch that far.

By the time lunchtime hit, they bid their goodbyes. Jan went back to her sedan and drove home, wherever she stayed, calling the rest of the day a wash after her payday courtesy of Sasha. Meanwhile, Sasha, dealt with the Yukon gold rush Jan had left piled up on his counter. He went through each tissue, unfolding and marveling at each unique green Rorschach. He pressed particularly wet spots into his nose, and inhaled deeply, imagining the generous innocuous in his nostrils and throat infecting his cells and multiplying and reminiscing how this dangerous fluid shared by a beautiful woman doomed him to an ill fate.

[cnwolf-brainrot]

Name Game: Part 1 [Part 2]

Ok so I made this little thing where I drew Eight from Fallen Renegades in a whole bunch of TMNT styles and I really loved my design for him in the ROTTMNT apocalypse future, and then I thought about it a little more, and the idea ran away from me a little bit lol.

(little lore dump/explanation under the cut)

Basically Eight’s name comes from the idea that cats have nine lives. When he was first mutated his mom, Okami, thought he had died so when he moved again she started calling him Eight. After the Krang invasion Mikey jokes that they should call him Seven, and it sticks. A few years later another close call happens, and everyone starts calling him Six. By the time they get to Five, the joke isn’t really funny anymore. And at Four… well. It wasn’t really one of his lives that he lost that time, but he still lost a life all the same.

And for what's going on at the end basically Okami was a relative of the Hamato clan, and while her connection was somewhat distant she still had some ninpo. When she and Eight were mutated their DNA mixed and Eight ended up inheriting some of this ability, though since it was only a fragment it was difficult to control and destructive. With her last breath the rest of Okami’s ninpo is transferred into her adopted son, and he’s finally able to use it fully… at a cost he never wanted to pay.

I haven’t made a TMNT-ified design for Okami yet but this is what she usually looks like since this comic is scrappy and was made primarily at 3am lol.

And if you want to know what the heck Fallen Renegades is, you can find the rest of 'em here!

[chaotic-goodsir]

Tried to make a playlist of songs I think January 1998 AU Owen would actually know and like, and yeah, I overthought this one far too much 😅 Song list, lyrics and some headcanons below the cut.

I'm working on one of these for Curt too which I'll post soon!

If driving fast cars you like, if low bars you like

*

1. Anything Goes - Cole Porter

If old hymns you like, if bare limbs you like

If Mae West you like or me undressed you like 

Why, nobody will oppose

One of the first musical songs Owen remembers hearing. Also a song about breaking taboos and changing times which gained more meaning as he got older.

2. There's No Business Like Show Business - Annie Get Your Gun

Yesterday they told you you would not go far

That night you open and there you are

Next day on your dressing room they've hung a star

Let's go on with the show

The first time Owen set foot in a theatre, aged about 10, he decided he wanted to become a actor, but expectations got in the way. After he started working for MI6 this song became a sort of private joke to him, since some of the lyrics could also apply to spying and later working for Chimera.)

3. You Call Everybody Darling - Andrews Sisters

You call everybody darling

And everybody calls you darling too

You don't mean what you're saying

It's just a game you're playing

But you'll find someone else can play the game as well as you

Curt once joked that this song reminds him of Owen, and now Owen is sentimental about it.

4. I Get a Kick Out of You - Frank Sinatra

Practically everything leaves me totally cold

The only exception I know is the case

When I'm out on a quiet spree 

Fighting vainly the old ennui 

And I suddenly turn and see your fabulous face 

Song for Curt, which Curt also likes.

5. Black Coffee - Sarah Vaughan

I'm feelin' mighty lonesome

Haven't slept a wink

I walk the floor and watch the door 

And in between I drink

Song for playing while smoking alone and miserable in a hotel room at 3am before/after a mission, even if the lyrics are technically about being a housewife.

6. Love You Didn't Do Right By Me - Rosemary Clooney

Love, you didn't do right by me

You planned a romance that just hadn't a chance 

And I'm through

Song for playing while smoking alone and miserable after the only person you've ever let yourself fall in love with abandons you.

6. I Could Have Danced All Night - Ella Fitzgerald

I'll never know what made it so exciting 

Why all at once my heart took flight 

I only know when he began to dance with me 

I could have danced, danced, danced all night

From the first musical Owen managed to see on Broadway and the first one he saw with Curt, some time in the 50s. This version of the song is from album they bought in 1963 for Ms Mega.

7. My Funny Valentine - Sarah Vaughan

Is your figure less than Greek?

Is your mouth a little weak?

When you open it to speak, are you smart?

But don't change a hair for me

Not if you care for me

Song for Curt, which Curt does not like.

8. America - Simon & Garfunkel

She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy

I said, "Be careful, his bowtie is really a camera"

"Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat"

"We smoked the last one an hour ago"

Song for Curt and being able to travel again (Owen spent a large part of the 60s in either the safehouse or a high security A.S.S facility) and being an expat in the US.

9. Eleanor Rigby - The Beatles 

Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name

Nobody came

Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave 

No one was saved

Curt insists that Owen should like the Beatles because he's British. Owen does not like the Beatles. With the exception of this song, which he has complicated feelings about - he's always been curious about people and their lives, and it's one of the things that drew him to spying. And acting. And Chimera.

10. Cabaret - Cabaret

Life is a Cabaret, old chum

It's only a Cabaret, old chum 

And I love a Cabaret.

One of Owen's favourite broadway songs.

10. Waterloo - ABBA

Waterloo, I was defeated you won the war

Waterloo, promise to love you forevermore

Waterloo, couldn't escape if I wanted to

Waterloo, knowing my fate is to be with you

Owen will not admit to anyone that he likes this song, but Curt knows he loves it.

11. Wuthering Heights - Kate Bush

How could you leave me 

When I needed to possess you? 

I hated you, I loved you, too 

Curt makes fun of Owen for liking this song because it's dramatic and angsty and 'classic books are boring.' Owen thinks that Curt just doesn't appreciate intellectual art, or pay attention to lyrics.

12. This Charming Man - The Smiths

Why pamper life's complexity 

When the leather runs smooth 

On the passenger seat? 

I would go out tonight but I haven't got a stitch to wear 

This man said, "It's gruesome that someone so handsome should care" 

Song for Curt, first overheard playing in the cafe Curt and Owen like to visit.

13. Tom's Diner - Suzanne Vega

Oh, this rain it will continue 

Through the morning as I'm listening 

I am thinking of your voice

And of the midnight picnic once upon a time 

Before the rain began 

I finish up my coffee and it's time to catch the train

1980-90s song that reminds 1980s-90s Owen of being 1950s Owen.

14. Non, je ne regrette rien - Edith Piaf

Non, je ne regrette rien

Car ma vie 

Car mes joies 

Aujourd'hui 

Ça commence avec toi

Owen once asked Curt to make sure this is played at his funeral. Curt laughed at him for being cliché and pretentious, but he's written it down somewhere to make sure he doesn't forget.

[funnylittleblorbo]

*Barnacles dies in a game with ships*

Kwazii: This ship is no longer a ship of love, it's a ship of vengeance, a gavel of justice against all that is wrong in the world, showing no mercy, as no mercy was shown to us.

Kwazii: The spark of love will now fuel the fires of destructive glory as I wage my war across the world with righteous fury.

Robyn: Legend has it that Barnacles still haunts the ship, stealing my fucking chips.

Barnacles: yep.

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Toddler Robyn: I hate you. >:(

Barnacles: Well, according to this picture you drew of us holding hands with the words “Best Father Ever” above us, that is untrue.

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Barnacles: I scare my crew a lot because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms. So when they turn around, I'm just kind of there and their fear fuels me.

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Dashi: I would never just leave you and Robyn anywhere on the surface!

Barnacles: YOU LEFT ME, ROBYN AND SHELLINGTON AT WALMART AT 3AM TODAY!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN!?

*literally earlier that morning at said Walmart*

Barnacles and Robyn, throwing their arms in the air and screaming: IT’S THE FINAL BRAIN CELL!!

Shellington, concerned and in tears: What is wrong with you both?

[poetry-by-ha]

my joy died when i was 15.

when it seemed like my dad changed his mind about me,

when i knew my mother did.

when my sister left me,

and when my brother started worrying incessantly.

i wrapped myself in sadness and cynicism,

hung my expectations on the other end of the rope.

i ate parasites for dinner,

took thorns to my skin,

surrounded myself with poisonous gas candles.

i started calling other men "daddy" in hopes one would step up

went searching for a mother figure to accept me as i was.

i let my sister go,

and she took my trust in love with her.

sitting on the couch at 3am,

colors brighter than they should be,

i told my brother stories of how i hoped he would grow up to be

anyone but me.

i've cried rivers,

and tried to drown myself more than once.

i pushed everyone away,

but never drew myself closer.

there's still letters in my bedroom

from when people though i was good enough

maybe today i'll take the papers out and hang them instead.

[sirchubbybunny]

It's almost 2:30am and I'm sick. I'm also full of feelings listening to a playlist I compiled for a friend, and while I'm polishing it up, I'm looking over Reddit to kill time until I feel well enough to sleep.

I just came across a family drama thread and it made me think about my grandma passing away last week. I still have weird feelings about it for a lot of reasons. I was disconnected from her and my grandpa at a young age due to my parents separating as a toddler and I never got to see them more than a few times before I refused to see my dad and step mom at some point.

My grandpa died sometime in the late 90s or start of the 2000s, which I had to find out the hard way. She outlived him by 23 or so years and I'm just thankful I got to see her one more time, a few months before the pandemic. In spite of all her health issues and dementia, my cousins [H & J] told me that she still remembers all of us - even me. I think she was okay with me being trans, too, which was what I was worried about.

The news about her dying was quiet. Subtle. J changed her profile picture to her holding someone's hand. Then, changed her banner to her and her sister [H], and our grandma together. The profile picture was my major hint and the banner confirmed it before I heard. Fast forward about two hours and my mom comes to me. I already know what she's going to ask.

"Have you heard the news?"

Yeah, I kind of drew my conclusion from the other side of the family.

That's when she told me that, out of nowhere, the phone rang. It was my dad. He said my grandma died and he was on his way to the hospital. My dad went radio silent on me ten years ago after I tried to reconnect with him and my step mom for support when I was coming out. They even visited me when I was in the ward. Then, after being involuntarily committed months later - nothing.

They weren't returning any my calls from the hospital payphone. They weren't returning my mom's calls or texts from any our numbers. This continued to happen after I got out, along with emails going unanswered. It was like they vanished. I didn't know until I met with H and grandma years later that she and J did some Scooby-Doo detective work and figured out he was still somewhat local, but farther out. If I go down a certain road, I can still find the last place the two of them lived when they drove me out to clear my head.

I was doing well for myself. He made a choice to go no contact with me, not the other way around. If he wanted to find me, he could have. I just accepted the silence as his answer.. But now, after all this time. Why he decided to pop his head back in by phone and not even bother to ask for me is what I don't get. I think he knows I met with H and my grandma, too. How, I'm not sure, unless I'm thinking about my mom saying she knows I met with them and not him hearing it through the grape vine.

I was working on coming to terms with him being out of the picture. I was sad and angry ten years ago. I was able to channel that into art. I was doing better. I thought I was. Now I feel like I'm devolving back to square one again and figuring out how to start over since I feel like it's just hanging over my head that maybe this time, things will be different.

Fuckin daddy issues at most 3am here. What a shit show note to bring us to the end of the year, right?

[s-kully]

in june 2012, i graduated high school. my dad missed it because he didn't feel well. he had never done something like that before. in august 2012, he told my sister and i that he had been diagnosed with cancer. i wanted to take time off school to work. he wanted me to go to college.

in fall 2013, i got accepted to a liberal arts university. i applied immediately to the animation & illustration major, but i needed to be accepted after a portfolio review and interview. in december 2013, my dad died. a few days, or a few weeks, i'm not sure because that year was a miserable blur, i went to the interview and got accepted.

i think i started school fall 2014. i spent those four years in a stranger blur. the first two were the worst. i kept my head down. i drew and painted and wrote, i almost failed classes, i failed one and kept it a secret. i made the deans list. i slept in between classes. i packed my schedule as much as they let me. i took summer courses. i got part time jobs. i stayed on campus working on projects until 3am. i distracted myself as much as i could. and i graduated in 2018.

and my diploma sits on my wall and collects dust. and I don't draw anymore. i quit my part time job a few years later and i have been living off of savings. off of life insurance money saved up. i tried a few times to pick up art again. i can't do it. i feel like my passion burnt out.

i don't know why i wrote this all out. maybe i want to remind myself, keep myself accountable. I'm going to keep trying. i have to. what other purpose is there in our bleak existence if we don't fill it with purpose of our own? he wouldn't want me to let myself decay away like this. he would tell me i can do anything i put my mind to. so I'm going to keep reminding myself that.

[xenofork]

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