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[tcthinecwnself-a]

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It was supposed to be an easy job. Dean was commissioned to make a new centerpiece for some fancy hotel lobby. It paid good too, so of course he had accepted. He took great care in its creation, and had it done by the beginning of summer deadline. With it carefully placed within the back of his truck, Dean loaded his car up with a cooler of food and drinks and took the semi-long trek to Colorado. It took a good two and a half days, with Dean only really stopping to avoid early summer showers or when he felt he couldn’t stay awake anymore.

By the time he was in Denver, it was around 3 pm. He was tired, but thankfully not exhausted. He pulled into the hotel and, with the help of some of the staff, was able to set up his metallic sculpture within the center of the lobby. Dean collected his paycheck, shook a few hands, and grabbed a mint on the way out.

Of course, now he was hungry. Finding the first diner he could on his way out of the city, Dean assumed he’d be in and out in no more than an hour. Then he could be back on the road.

That was until he spotted Kent Mansley at the diner’s counter. Kent. Mansley. He stared at the back of his head for a while before realizing that yeah, that was definitely him. Stupidly. Dean asked to sit next to him. Well. With at least one stool separating them.

He was quiet for a moment or so after he sat down, watching Kent out of the corner of his eye. Finally, he cleared his throat. “Hey, uh. Kent.” Dean kept his voice down, but hopefully caught his attention. “You uh … remember me?”

He hoped so. The guy nearly blew up his town.

[darlingshome]

@007bup - from x

"Say what? Bob?"

Wally pats his little ol' sketchbook, a colorful thing plastered in a friend's goofy stickers. He points to the drawing of a random creature, scribbled in crayon. "I'm going to call it 'Bob', neighbor!"

[opportunistic-chicanery]

@007bup from X

"You're the detective, Detective," said the man, eyes pointed down at the filer as it slid back and forth across his nails. "I'm just a humble proprietor of dough who happens onto the occasion kneed of gossip."

He paused to observe his reflection in the shine of his finger tips before glancing around at the empty ramen shop. It still a hour or so before the usual lunchtime customers would come in, but his chef was already hard at work in the back, causing the dining room to fill with steam.

"But a Pokemon pickpocket is nothing new," he went on. "Perhaps you could get the city to put up a few signs to take better care of their belongings."

[paleontaxi]

▸   @007bup​   ⟶   ❛  how come you were even here in the first place?  ❜   ╱   (  the things they carried , accepting .  )

“I was dropping off a customer,” Jarod lies coolly.  With a taxi cab parked outside the building, it’s plenty believable as a cover story.  He just hopes this guy doesn’t have the sense to ask who exactly his customer was.  He could point out a random person in the building, maybe, but then this obvious official would walk right over to them and ask if they hailed a taxi.  Then, the entire thing would crumble beneath him.

The truth is that he’s here to investigate potential Brigade activity, and with how slippery that group can be, he can’t be wrapped up in this conversation for long.

He wipes his hands on the front of his jeans, even though he’s still wearing gloves and should not need to.  “Then, I had to take a piss, so I stepped inside.  Is relieving yourself a fuckin’ crime now?”

[warhaeds]

"surprise is the most important element of attack." -- @007bup

well,   he's   certainly   not   wrong. washington   didn't   ask,   of   course,   but   he's   not   foolish   enough   to   ignore   good   advice   from   someone   clearly   equally   tactically   minded.   then   again,   mansley   was   a   fed,   so   maybe   there   was   less   merit   there. (what   was   it   he   had   said   his   department   was?   "unexpected   phenomenon"?   what   a   stupid   waste   of   taxpayer   money.) steely   grey   eyes   cut   over   in   kent's   direction,   and   loathe   as   he   is   to   admit   it,   he   bites   out   a   simple, "correct.   glad   they're   teaching   something   right   these   days   to   feds."

[lvckyluke]

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#LVCKYLUKE : Lucky Luke from the eponymous comic. Written by Jonnie! ( they / he, 21+ ). This blog is 18+. Follows back from @/007bup

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❝ I just wanted to prove that a bandit is never as terrible as he seems… And that honesty and courage will make you stronger than any desperado, no matter how terrifying he is! ❞

[007bup]

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#007bup : Kent Mansley from The Iron Giant (1999). Film based with influences from the 1997 script and nearly 10 years of development.

Investigating themes including but not limited to: the hollow promise of 1950s American prosperity, the soul-crushing cyclical nature of survival under capitalism, having sympathy for the Devil, the repressive mindset of conservatism, and smart-mouthed sycophantic suit-wearing antics.

Written by Jonnie!  ( they / he, 21+ ). Low-activity and selective. This blog is 18+. Unfortunately condemned to using the beta editor.

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Are you experiencing problems in your area that aren’t easily fixed by conventional methods? Have the precious little angels in your life seen strange things lurking in the woods they play in? Is your canine companion barking endlessly into the night at things that disappear when you switch the lights on? Did the local farmer find a member of his flock horribly maimed in ways no varmint could manage? Has your next door neighbor recalled strange dreams about being stolen away by horrifying entities not of this world?

If you or your acquaintances have experienced these or any other unexplained phenomena, call the number listed and have a real, qualified United States government agent sent to your city or town to take care of the problem!

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[cuntmansley]

#cuntmansley: NSFW sideblog to @/007bup.

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[5mind]

“You’re a lot different than I thought you would be. Still not sure if that’s good or bad, yet.”

Upon being approached, the yellow-painted android straightened up from his initial lean against a tree. The stack of fliers it had been distributing just a while ago was tucked under one arm - the one that appeared to be some sort of cannon.

"..how so?" The machine did not seem to be all that bothered by the statement itself. People thought a lot of things about the mechanical squadron.

[tcthinecwnself-a]

@007bup​​ cont.

Dean’s face scrunched up, eventually surrendering to the onslaught of kisses, pinches, and pulls from his lover. Only offering a few “Occh!” and “Hey!” to accompany them. Once Kent settled down, Dean lifted a hand to hold onto the one still attached to his face. His brows furrow in a soft, concerned expression. He glanced out the window, seeing just how stuck they were with snow falling by the blanket outside.

“Aw, Kent.” Dean squeezed the man’s hand with a soft smile. Despite his many efforts, he never got Kent to be as committed to creating art as he was. “I’m sure there’s somethin’ we can find for you to do.” He looked back at his working piece, realizing that now seemed like a good spot to take a break.

“Is there anything that maybe you’d wanna do?”

[darlingshome]

"Oh, it's okay!" Golly, he hadn't met anyone as tall as Barnaby that wasn't from Home! Wally thinks. He's not the greatest at estimating height, never-mind how his perception is lacking in humankind. He holds up his immaculate drawing of Bob, staring up at the stranger with transparent friendliness.

It wouldn't do for him to be opaque! That's why he's everyone's best friend!

"It's an alligator!" Barely looks like one, too. Rainbow-colored stripes and spikes all over his chimeric masterpiece, looking like Wally saw a bag of Skittles and tossed it all over the place. Cat ears on its head, misshapened fangs. He cranes his head up, staring. "Ha ha ha. Isn't it cute? I haven't heard of one before."

There was a flash of relief that jolted through Kent in knowing that he had not, in fact, dipped completely off the deep end. That puppet had indeed opened its felt mouth and spoke to him. Another thing to be relieved about was the fact that what it said was fundamentally, comically, benign.

But Kent had seen the Dead of Night-- and his suspicions of the strange would never, ever truly be quelled, anyway.

What remained to be seen was whether they would be justified. Kent coughed into a balled fist, bowing a little as if to shrink himself. Perhaps he'd seem less threatening with a slouch... And it was far easier to catch flies with honey rather than vinegar.

"Ah, ahem. I'm sorry, I think I just... Misheard you." He chuckled awkwardly before continuing on, "Bob seems to be a fitting name for this... Er... What is it, exactly?"

[tcthinecwnself-a]

@007bup​ said: 🚼 surprise me 👀 send me a 🚼 and a ship I’ll use a doll-maker to design what I think a child between our two muses would look like

Dean & Kent fankid, Lou, nonbinary.

Jigen & Kent adopted daughter, Rachel.