#aleks

[fabioquartararhoe]

🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

[revnah1406]

Abby's unconditional love

A small drawing Collab with my pookie @alypink ! 🧡🧡✨

She is the sweetest kid when Aleks babysits her, she has so much fun with her auntie until a certain CIA husband appears. 🙄🙄

We are planning on bringing more interesting collabs!

[pinkysberg]

pls my friend @sandhater drew my convo with AI john

[imagoddamnonionmason]

Hola Gooseeee! Me me! 👁️👄👁️ can you draw my girl Aleks, porfavor?

Gracias 🥰🥰❤️ ilyyy

Para ti Aly <3

I hope that you like her in my style! (✿◠‿◠)

[digitalfountains]

Aleks by Diane Betties

[walder-138]

Ready for another terrible Patriots game 😎

I love Oz AHgHhHh!!😍❤️

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️LOVELY ART AS ALWAYS ALY!!!!! I LOVE IT OMG IM HONORED TYSM GIRL I WANNA EAT IT SO BADLY THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

LOOK AT THEM!!!! THE DETAIL???? THE SHIRTS????? THE FACT YOU DREW MY OZZIE??? BEAUTIFUL! AMAZING! JEJSEJSJEJRNDJRJJDJRHRHDNENWNWKE

Oz and Aleks 🤤

They might be about to watch the worst football game they’ve ever seen in their lives, but at least they’ll serve cunt the entire time.

We both know Adler’s gonna kick Oz’s ass after a stunt like that. WELL RUSS IF YOU AINT GONNA WATCH THE GAME WITH YOUR GIRL THEN OZ WILL DO IT FOR YOU 🤬

[yuwuta]

You know I’m here to listen to you ramble about every AU ily give us the pacific rim NGE 🤲🏽

- @yuutito

aleks beloved, thank you for always enabling my rambling 💞 this is the kinda ask where i wish i could draw because there are such vivid images of what each jaeger/mech would look like to me but for now consider the following in the yuuta verse: 

hiromi and kento used to be co-pilots on the same jaeger, and despite having average drift compatibility, they had a near perfect streak. there were theories that judgeman would be even more successful with a single pilot, and ultimately hiromi was the better fit, which works out in the end because it turns out kento and satoru are a near perfect match in terms of compatibility, holding the record for a co-pilot duo. kenjaku is a much less predictable jaeger, but satoru and kento are the only pair to co-pilot it and survive. 

the zenin family has snuck their way into jaeger mechanics and government control of them. they almost exclusively build and fund mechs for their own family members, and have their own training program they put their pilots through to ensure that they are the only ones able to pilot the robots. other big families and government sectors don’t like this, but the zenins fund so many refuge relief and engineering programs, that nobody can say anything. 

the only good thing is because they tailor the mechs to their pilots, the drift compatibility of the co-pilots matters much less. 

toji is the first person in history to solo pilot a jaeger, and proves that solo piloting is possible, but only in extremely rare cases. he piloted alongside megumi for a while until playful cloud was put out of commission and toji retired to focus on stealing the zenin’s training regiment and teaching it to other pilots in training. megumi’s co-pilot is now yuuji, and sukuna was a jaeger was sponsored by the gojo family (which the zenin’s are still mad about)  

the zenin’s wormed their way into the financial and political side of things, but the gojo family is famous for their pilots and engineers. satoru’s mother and father were hailed as one of the greatest pilot duos, and even though they never wanted satoru to become a pilot, their deaths inspired him to take his training seriously. his cousins and aunts and uncles are a mix of co-pilots and engineers. it’s expected that yuuta become one or the other, but after rika’s death, he decides on the pilot route. it seems to be the fate of the gojo’s that the death of a loved one leads the path to pilot training. 

rika’s parents were scouted by the gojo family and the government to help build mechs. they packed up everything to move to sendai and begin their research and construction. rika was that little kid running around the hangar and yuuta was much less enthusiastic and much more scared one tailing behind her. even though her parents were brilliant engineers, rika always loudly proclaimed her dreams of becoming a pilot. when she dies, her parents memorialize her dreams by designing and naming a jaeger after her, and they only think its right that yuuta be its pilot. 

yuuta and rika have always been a special pair, and so even though their actions concerning you are far from normal, it’s not a surprise either. yuuta was asked to be rika’s pilot, but he also did it because he thought it was the right thing to do. but now, as yuuta watches you recover after he/rika saved you after an attack, he knows that wanting you is the wrong thing—but if he found you through piloting, if he found you through rika, how wrong could that be? how bad could a pilot really be—they’re the heroes after all, right?

anyways enough about yuuta’s pacrim au, time to talk about other ones teehee

there’s a pink wolf in your dreams and it always saves you from whatever impending doom is heading your way: a pack of hungry coyotes, the unstable ledge of a cliff, a group of angry huntsmen with arrows and pitchforks. it’s been this way every since your last co-pilot died in battle, while you were still connected to him. you try to make sense of it, try to find comfort in the savior of your dreams, but the natural human response is to scream and shout and wake up in cold sweat when face to face with a wild animal in your face. so, the instinct kicks in when you tiredly roll into the sparring room and the newest recruit has a head of pink hair and scar over his left eye that mirrors the one of the wolf in your dreams, is to run away as fast as you can. it’s futile though, because itadori yuuji is more than the wolf in your dreams and your destined co-pilot, he’s your soulmate. 

in a sort of post-war world, you and kento are very comfortable in your retirement. you have the respect of the entire world, support from every government, enough money to last multiple life times. the jaeger program is kept in effect, but at a much smaller scale due to the reduced likelihood of an attack; so, when the radar picks up the possibility of another attack years after the last one, kento isn’t happy to hear you’ve volunteered yourself for the war efforts. there are new recruits, younger recruits, even other experienced recruits who never fully retired—he doesn’t understand why it has to be you. he just got happy with his life with you. it turns into a whole argument, and ends with you leaving for your old base by yourself. your old jaeger has long since been retired, and you feel nervous stepping into the cockpit of a new mech after all these years, but much of it dissipates when you step in to find kento already suited up and waiting for you, because there’s no way he’d let you go out to war without him by your side. 

it’s a poorly kept secret that you and megumi are soulmates. with an almost perfect drift compatibility and a lifetime of friendship to solidify your coordination and teamwork, the only mystery is why you two refuse to actually date each other. your argument is that there’d be no privacy or true intimacy in that relationship—you and megumi are already, always, physically in each other’s minds; dating wouldn’t leave room for anything more. megumi’s argument is that he’s simply waiting for you to realize that you’ve been in his head long before your first drift sequence. when people aren’t wondering about the status of your relationship, they often take note about how even though you and megumi are co-pilots, you resemble pilot and mech more often than not: you have the controls and megumi seems to carry out your every command. 

[islandtarochips]

Forgot Someone

Adler, was talking to Vasili, Koa and Charles: So we need you three to investigate at the bar which is filled with Drug Dealers. Got that?

*the three gentlemen looking at each and just smiled a bit*

Vasili, Koa and Charles: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH-

*next scene are then in the car*

Koa, driving: We are d-d-driving in a-

Them: CAR!

Vasili, sitting in the front passenger seat: Destination! Drug Dealers-

Them: BAR!

Koa: Pass the mic right to-

Vasili and Koa: CHARLES!

*they both saw Charles is not in the backseat*

Koa, looked back in the front as he sweat a bit: We forgot Charles……

Vasili and Koa: ……………………

Vasili: But we can’t turn BACK! Cause we gone too FAR!

Koa: We have to turn back though. We can’t leave him. *started to turn the car around before smiling at Vasili*

Koa: But that’s a good rhyme though!

Vasili: 😊

~meanwhile back at the safe house~

Charles: ……………

Aly, walking by and saw Charles: ………they forgot about you again didn’t they?

Charles: YES💢💢💢

Characters:

Koa “Hunter” Nikau -> Me

Charles “Charlie” Moore -> @deeptrashwitch

Vasili “Bell” Sokolov -> @welldonekhushi

Aleksandra Clarke R. (Later Aleksandra Adler) -> @alypink

Inspo Vid:

[ryudaeng]

SHE’S SO ✨🥺✨

[adlerboi]

Holiiii

(I knew we talked about this but i wanted to send it here hehe)

So what would Anja do if after some time Aleks said she’d talk to Adler to maybe release Volkov in exchange for information and for help to know more about Perseus network?

Would she try to convince volkov? Or she’d probably not trust either Aleks or Adler? 🤔

Hello !!

Anja will want guarantees from Aleks. Because she will do anything to free her husband. I think she will try to convince him to speak if only it is for him that he will be freed.

The fact that she can see him will be a big event for her because she is very worried about him 🥺😭

It is recalled that Anja does not have many affections for Americans so she is suspicious, especially Adler because of his reputation👀

[fabioquartararhoe]

crazy stats

[revnah1406]

So I was organising my drawing folder and I found this old drawing I did five months ago!

It's from an RP that I'm doing with @efingart and @alypink. That I love so much!!❤️❤️

It's about Abby time traveling to the 80s, where Mila (E's Oc) and Aleks (Aly's oc) work with the Safehouse crew.

It's like an Oc and fic Crossover!! I love it so much!!

I was hesitant about posting this drawing because it's old but I said, you know what? Fuck it. Let's do it hahaha!

I'm still practicing how to draw Mila better! She deserves all the time and practice.

I also want to draw more Aleks, Mila and Abby together. My three favourite girls 🥺🥺❤️

I'll probably do it soon hehehe.

That's all! Love ya!

[emetoandotherthings]

Medic's Ball

A/N: This fic partially came from this post and partially from @its-a-goddamn-heartbreak who wanted me to write something about Murray. It's taken a bloody long time due to life, but I hope it's enjoyable!

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         “Murray? Come on, we have to get going,” Aleks called, knocking gently on his own bedroom door.

         “I’m nearly ready,” Murray answered back, “just another minute!” Aleks checked his watch, they weren’t late yet, but Aleks didn’t want to risk it. The medic’s ball was a big deal, a networking opportunity that could open up potential options for his career. All of the medics were going to be there.

         Aleks tugged at the bow tie around his neck; then compulsively straightened it in the mirror. He still wasn’t sure about it, but he did know that a normal tie always seemed to look odd with his long hair. Murray had picked this one out for him, a deep plum colour that he had to admit suited him. He checked his watch again, his nerves jangling inside him.

         “Mur-” He started to shout again, but his bedroom door squeaked open and he turned to look at his boyfriend. His mouth stayed half open as he stared at him. Murray was in a crisp navy suit, the jacket tailored perfectly and he was grinning sheepishly as he tightened his own necktie. Aleks took a breath in, aware that he was staring but unable to stop. “Murray… you look fantastic!” Pink spots appeared high up on Murray’s cheeks as he stepped towards Aleks.

         “Well, I have to look the part if I’m going to be on the dashing doctor’s arm, don’t I?” Murray said, thrusting his hands in his pockets and subtly showing off the muscles straining through his shirt.

         “I just…” Aleks breathed quietly.

         “Shut up and kiss me,” Murray mumbled, reaching his hand to the back of Aleks’ neck, and pulling him towards him. Aleks’ heart tumbled over inside his chest as he kissed Murray, he wrapped his arms around Murray’s chest and pulled him closer. “We should get going… Don’t want to be late.” Murray spoke when they broke apart, and Aleks was glad to hear that Murray was as breathless as he felt.

         “One condition,” Aleks caught Murray’s hand to prevent him from moving away.

         “What?” Murray asked.

         “You let me take that suit off you when we get home,” Aleks answered; Murray’s face lit up.

         “Naughty…” he grinned, “but yes, of course… Now, come on, we’re going to be late.”

         The night air was balmy and the sky darkening to a dusky blue as night fell. The boys walked in comfortable silence as they approached the university, but Murray could tell just from the pressure of Aleks’ hand that he was nervous.

         “You’re going to smash it Aleks,” Murray told him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze; they could see the lights of the grand hall and hear the chatter of voices. Aleks was tugging at his bow tie again with his free hand. “Come on – just be you. You’re enough.” Aleks looked down at Murray and he felt calmer just by being next to him.

         “Thank you,” Aleks replied; he took a deep breath in and he seemed to grow taller right in front of Murray’s eyes as they stepped forward and entered the hall.

         It was incredibly busy. Trainee medics were decked out in dresses and suits, and dotted around were clearly qualified and experienced doctors. Most were surrounded by eager students, hoping that this would be the night they were noticed/ In among the throngs were waiters, some carrying champagne, wine and fruit juices; others carrying canapes.

         Almost immediately, a waited with champagne stopped by them and they accepted a glass with thanks. Aleks had forewarned Murray that he was going to have one alcoholic drink before switching to fruit juice, he didn’t want to risk triggering an episode. They stood at the edge of the room, Aleks’ height giving him an advantage to be able to see who all was there. Murray felt Aleks stiffen next to him and followed his gaze to see a slightly scruffy looking man with a bright yellow bow tie.

         “He’s here,” Aleks muttered to Murray, taking a rather large gulp of his drink. “Dr. Langston.”

         “The neurologist?” Murray questioned and Aleks nodded. Aleks had been talking about him for ages; he’d been keen on following in his footsteps. “You need to talk to him Aleks.”

         “Yeah,” Aleks agreed, “just, let me work up to it.”

         “All in your time,” Murray said, finishing his own champagne.

         Aleks slowly began to get into the swing of the whole networking thing; he stood on the fringes of conversations, listening in and then somehow managing to become included in them. Instead of the medics being purely self serving, they were all working in tandem, including those nearby with welcome rather than suspicion. Murray watched Aleks out of the corner of his eye; this was the place that Aleks belonged – all of his nervousness and doubt fell away as he discussed medicine.

         “Are you the partner on the arm too?” A girl who was hovering on the edge of the room addressed Murray.

         “Guilty as charged,” Murray laughed, “is it that obvious?”

         “Only if you’re in the same position,” she said, “I’m Elissa.”

         “Murray,” he replied, taking a glass of orange juice from a passing waiter; the room was definitely becoming more warm and stuffy. “At least we get free food and drink!”          “True,” she agreed, “I think that’s what sealed it for me, otherwise who would want to spend an evening being a spare part?”

         “Speak for yourself,” Murray stated, his free hand was tugging at the tie around his neck. The warmth in the room was becoming rather cloying; his cheeks were flushed from it and he could feel sweat beading on his brow and catching the back of his neck. Aleks had floated away into the main body of the crowd, and with a jolt Murray saw that Aleks had somehow managed to engage Dr. Langston in conversation. He could see the doctor’s hands gesticulating as he spoke to Aleks. “I’m gonna get some fresh air.” He told Elissa, turning away from the crowd, towards the doors and the night air.

         Aleks could feel his palms sweating as he hovered around the peripheries of Dr. Langston, who seemed to always be being engaged by a trainee medic. Aleks wished he had the confidence of some of these medics – he couldn’t seem to bring himself to simply launch into a conversation. But the longer he stood, the more he felt that time was slipping past him without any gain. He was trying to think how he could begin a conversation but it seemed he’d been spotted as a voice broke over his thoughts.

         “I must say, that is a particularly fetching bow tie,” it said and Aleks looked up to see Dr. Langston was watching him; he felt his cheeks flush. “It’s almost as nice as my own.”

         “Thanks,” Aleks replied, tugging anxiously at it to straighten it; his mouth had suddenly gone very dry. “I’ve always been incredibly impressed by your work.” Aleks blurted, then felt his face burn from embarrassment.

         “Really?” The doctor’s bushy eyebrows went up. “Is neurology an interest for you?”

         “Very much,” Aleks nodded, glad that his eagerness was not being mocked. “My – my mother died from MND.”

         “I am very sorry to hear that,” he sounded so genuinely sincere that Aleks felt some of the tenseness in his chest relax.

         “And – and, well, I’ve got CVS and I’ve always been intrigued by the reasons why,” Aleks said, then again had a stab of fear – had he just overshared?

         “Really?” He repeated, sounding interested and Aleks noted that he seemed to be surveying him. “What’s your name?”

         “Aleksander Wójcik,” Aleks replied; Dr. Langston stuck his hand out and Aleks shook it, hoping his hands weren’t too sweaty.

         “Well Aleksander,” he smiled, “when you become Dr. Wójcik, I’d be really interested to hear from you.” Aleks could barely believe what he was hearing; his breath caught in his chest. Dr. Langston patted his pockets and produced a business card with his details on it. “Here,” he handed it across, “once you’re an F1, get in touch.”

         “Thank you, I will!” Aleks gripped the card tightly, his heart racing inside his chest. “It was lovely to meet you.”

         “And you,” Dr. Langston nodded and turned away. Aleks slipped the card into the breast pocket of his jacket, feeling like he might just float away onto the ceiling. He made his way to the edge of the room, looking around for Murray. He couldn’t wait to tell him about what had just happened.

         Aleks only felt a little deflated when he had circled the edge of the room and not yet found Murray. He stood at one of the corners, peering over the heads of others in an attempt to find Murray, yet he still couldn’t find him. Maybe he’d gone to the toilet? Aleks grabbed some fruit juice from a passing waiter, drinking it as he circled the room again. When there was still no sign, he rooted around for his phone, looking to see if Murray had sent him a message, but there was nothing. Maybe Murray had found Damian and was in deep conversation with him? Aleks wandered towards the doors that led into the hallway, with the double doors allowing cool night air to flow in. Aleks had taken a good look around, before he spotted a suited figure, there was Murray – leaning against the grey brick of the building.

         “Murray!” Aleks crossed to him in a matter of seconds. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” He could feel his excitement, from the conversation with Dr. Langston, bubbling up inside him.

         “Oh, sorry,” Murray turned towards Aleks, one shoulder still leaning against the wall. “I just wanted to get some air, it was so warm in there!” Murray could tell from the grin affixed on Aleks’ face that it must have gone well. “So…?”

         “What?” Aleks asked non-plussed.

         “How did it go with Dr. Langston? I saw you talking to him,” Murray asked.

         “Murray, he wants me to contact him when I’ve qualified!” Aleks ran his hands through his hair, leaving it tousled.

         “Aleks – that’s amazing!” Murray replied.

         “Oh – he liked the bowtie,” Aleks chuckled, “so I’ve got to give you credit for that!”

         “It does go very well with your eyes,” Murray told him sardonically, but Aleks didn’t seem to notice. Murray felt a wave of heat rushing over him again, and he was surprised the sweat wasn’t dripping from his face.

         “It couldn’t have gone better! He gave me his card, I need to put it somewhere safe so I don’t lose it,” he fingered with the card in his top pocket.

         “I’m so glad,” Murray was desperately trying to inject some enthusiasm into his voice to hide the fact that he definitely knew something was wrong.

         “It was definitely worth standing in that ticket queue for hours,” Aleks agreed, tucking the card deeper into his pocket. “And now, I’ve achieved what I wanted, we can just have some fun! Heck, I might have another glass of champagne!” Aleks laughed; this was him throwing caution to the wind. “Shall we go back in?” Aleks asked, turning away from Murray to look back to the foyer, where other were mingling too.

         “Yeah,” Murray agreed, he was just going to have to suck it up; he moved away from the wall, but almost as soon as his shoulder had left the wall he felt the world around him pitch and white stars began to flash in front of his eyes. Instinctively he put one hand out and pressed it against the wall, but even this didn’t stop the sudden headrush. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose with the fingers of his free hand. He tried to take some deep breaths in, as the warmth flooded his body, and he became uncomfortably aware of his knees shaking and his abdomen cramping.

         “Murray?” Aleks’ hand clasped onto Murray’s shoulder, which grounded Murray slightly. “What’s going on?” Aleks sounded concerned, but Murray kept his eyes tight shut, as then he couldn’t see the world swaying.

         “I-” Murray tried to speak, but he felt as though the connection between his brain and mouth had been severed. “Don’t feel – too good.” He managed to get out, though his lips felt like rubber. He leaned harder into the wall, using it to stay upright.

         “D’you feel dizzy?” Aleks asked quickly, and Murray nodded, though this didn’t help. “Hey – you, excuse me?” Murray daren’t open his eyes, but he could hear the movement of people, and Aleks’ hand had moved from his shoulder to his upper arm, almost holding him upright.

         “Here, d’you need a hand?” Murray heard voices he didn’t recognise, before another set of hands clasped around his upper arm and he felt himself being manhandled into a seated position on a chair. Without opening his eyes, he felt a waft of air and then the flapping sounds of something being fanned in his direction.

         “Here’s some water,” another voice came from nearby; Murray suddenly felt a cold shiver pass through his whole body, and even though he was sitting down he felt wobbly all over.

         “Murray?” Aleks’ voice was close to his right side; slowly he opened his eyes, Aleks was kneeling next to him. Nearby he could see some vague figures, one still wafting him with cool air. “What’s going on?” Aleks asked lowly. “Is it a migraine?” Murray shook his head slightly. He still felt fuzzy and was alternating between hot flashes and cold shivers. His midriff felt tight now he was sitting down, as though it was being clamped in a vice.

         “I feel weird,” he mumbled, still not able to get his lips to properly move.

         “Here,” Aleks had taken the glass from someone behind him and he held it up towards Murray’s face, “take a wee sip.” Murray obliged, the cold liquid felt even wetter than it should.

         “S-sorry,” Murray managed to force out after he had swallowed the water.

         “No, it’s okay,” Aleks rested his hand on his leg and squeezed gently. “You’re as white as a ghost!” At least his outside seemed to be mirroring how he felt inside.

         “At least you’ve got all these medics around you to help,” one of the nearby voices laughed.

         “Yeah, thank you all,” Aleks glanced behind him, “I think we’ll be alright from now.”

         “Well, if you need a hand, yell,” the voice assured.

         “Sorry,” Murray repeated; Aleks’ hand gently squeezed Murray’s knee again to reassured him, but Murray kept his head down.

         “How’re you feeling?” Aleks asked quietly, and he gently pressed his fingers into Murray’s cheek. “You’re a bit warm.”

         “It was so hot in there,” Murray muttered, he felt so embarrassed and wished the ground underneath him would open up and swallow him whole.

         “Did you just get a bit light-headed?” Aleks asked; Murray nodded. He couldn’t quite explain why he felt so wobbly, even as he sat on the chair he felt like he might fall off at any moment. He wanted to say yes, but a flash of hot and cold chased through his body, and his midriff cramped tightly. He shrugged eventually. “D’you want some more water?” Murray didn’t really, but he didn’t want to say no, so he held out his hand to accept the water. He took a few sips, but his throat didn’t want to let it down and it felt painful as he forced it. It didn’t help, almost as soon as he’d forced the water down, he felt a lurch in his belly and a sharp jolt shot through him. He straightened up, almost involuntarily, breathing in through his nose as he attempted to quell the sudden wave of nausea. He swallowed quickly, his mouth feeling very wet and the sharp cramping pain in his belly becoming increasingly violent lurches. He was very aware of Aleks kneeling down in front of him and the danger this posed as the pain in his stomach peaked.

         “Move,” Murray found it hard to speak, his mouth filling with saliva that he struggled to swallow. He could have attempted to get somewhere else, somewhere private, but he wasn’t sure his legs would hold him.

         “What?” Aleks seemed confused at this sudden order, but Murray put his hand out and tried to shove Aleks off balance, anything to get him out of the way. “Hey!”

         “Move!” He managed more urgently, his free hand clamping to his stomach as a jerk caused a heave to ripple up. “Brrrhlll!” A thin string of liquidy saliva spilled out of Murray’s lips and onto the ground.

         “Oh…” He heard the recognition in Aleks’ voice. Murray was gulping, hoping that he might be able to stop at that, but more saliva was flooding his mouth.

         “Hic-kurp!” Murray fought down a hybrid hiccup-burp, but he leaned slightly to his side; he didn’t want to throw up on his lap. He’d forgotten how unsteady he was, and as he leaned to his side, he almost overbalanced and fell off the chair. He would have done, if Aleks’ hands hadn’t gripped his shoulders.

         “Whoa!” Aleks held on tight; Murray was still trying to swallow excessively, pushing everything back down into his stomach. “It’s okay – you’re okay.” Aleks could feel him shaking. “God – Murs?”

         “ ‘m sorr – heeulkk!” Another wet hiccup gripped Murray, as the pressure rose in his chest. “Brruuuaaalllp!” The belch reverberated from Murray’s lips and he clamped both hands to his belly, feeling it jerking. “Don’ wanna throw up,” he forced, strained as he gulped down the start of an aborted heave.

         “I don’t think you’ve got much of a choice Murs,” Aleks was moving one hand very gently at the base of his neck.

         “Brrrruuaaarrrrlllpp!” Murray burped gutturally, then his mouth filled with bitter liquid. Before he could even think, his body had reacted. “Brrruuurruuuaaalllchhh!” Murray kept his head bent to the side, and a thick splattering of sick poured onto the ground.

         “Okay,” Aleks rubbed Murray’s back properly. “Get it out Murray.”

         “Bruuarrp!” Murray burped again, his belly lurching and another splash of puke joined the small puddle on the ground. Then, he felt his entire body tense and the charge of liquid that barrelled up his throat, splashing messily and hitting his shoes and trouser legs. “Oh god – huuuarrrk!” Murray barely managed to get the words out before his belly revolted again. His head was swimming as more puke forced out his mouth.

         “You’re okay,” Aleks soothed as Murray breathed raggedly, spitting out the bitter taste from his mouth. “You’re okay…”

         “I feel like crap,” Murray finally managed to get some real words out.

         “Yeah, I realised that,” Aleks said quietly. “Would you like some water to wash your mouth out?”

         “Uuhh…” Murray mumbled, “okay.” He tried to straighten himself on the chair, his hand shaking as he accepted some water and swilled his mouth out. The coolness of the water nearly precipitated the start of a new heave, and Murray closed his eyes and swallowed hard. It paid off for a few seconds, then his chest heaved and the water forced its way out of his mouth and nose. He failed to lean over in time, and sick coated the legs of his trousers.

         “Oh Murray,” Aleks sighed, digging in his pocket to find something to clean Murray up with. He managed to find a tissue to help clean his face, dabbing gently. “We need to get you home.” Murray nodded slightly; he felt miserable. “I’ll call Cain – he might be able to give us a lift.”

         “Sorry…” Murray repeated, he felt very tired and worn out like a deflated balloon. “For ruining-”

         “You didn’t ruin anything!” Aleks stopped him before he could finish. “I spoke to Dr. Langston – that was my goal.” Murray looked up at Aleks, he could see that he meant what he said. “Now my goal is to get you home safe.”

         “Sorry,” Murray couldn’t help it, he just felt so awful. He looked down at his trousers, the splash of sick staining the dark fabric. He groaned, putting his hand up to his face again, and trying not to gag further. “This suit is dry clean only…” He groaned.

         “We can sort that later,” Aleks said. “I’m gonna go phone Cain – see if he can come and get us.”

         “With a – hicculp! – bucket,” Murray commented, one hand reaching back to his upset belly; he didn’t trust that he was entirely empty.

         “I’ll make sure of it,” Aleks put his hand on Murray’s shoulder and squeezed. “It’ll be fine.”

         “Okay,” he sighed. “Not quite how you expected – getting this suit off me.”

         “That can wait,” Aleks gently kissed Murray’s forehead. “Right now, I just need to look after you.”

[imagoddamnonionmason]

GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSE! I just have this WONDERFUL soft ideas for the BOCW OCs!

Since Koa is bigger and taller than Vasili, Charles, Aleks, Jodie and Abby. Do you think that the five of them might cuddle up or sleep on top of Koa like he’s a teddy bear?

Like when it’s time to take a nap or sleep. Koa wouldn’t mind of them sleeping on him or cuddling him.

Aleks and Jodie would be the first one to cuddle up on each of Koa’s side. While Vasili and Charles would be laying behind the two girls (whichever side) and having Abby sleeping on top Koa’s chest.

OH IMAGINED THAT SCENE!!!😭😭😭

The six of them who have went through rough times! Had finally got some peace and quiet!

I imagine that, perhaps, one time Koa and Jodie have been on a mission, they're travelling back; my mind sees the inside of a plane, or the back of a van. It's night, it's been exhausting and their mission was tough, long but successful.

Jodie tries her best to stay awake, unwilling to be vulnerable in such a way, but ultimately tiredness wins out over her will to remain awake and the next moment her head is slightly bowed and shoulders hunched.

I reckon there's either turbulence, a slight bump in the road depending on what vehicle you imagine (my brain can't decide which it wants) and Jodie becomes slumped against his arm. Koa would probably look down, notice that this woman is literally knocked out from tiredness. I think the teddy bear aesthetic here is adorable to imagine for him and can I just say that this is a show of trust from the woman. Another thing I imagine is how maybe Koa is napping in the safe house, sat on the sofa (can he fall asleep in any position cause he comes across as the type of person that literally could sleep on concrete and sleep well). While he's asleep, Jodie takes a seat next to him, puzzle book in hand and scribbling away at things, until he eyes start to sting and she closes the book. Then Aleks joined on his other side, having needed a reprieve from whatever work she had been doing.

Then perhaps Charles walks past, shakes his head at the sight but decides maybe they need something to cover themselves to keep them warm. But when he comes back with the blanket, he notice Vasili has situated himself next to Jodie, deciding to get in on the nap time (god knows what Adler had him doing, maybe he sent him after Jodie to give both Bells an earful or something and Vasili decided "uh no").

Now Charles just shakes his head again, sits next to Aleks. Before he knows it, the sleepiness has reached him. Abby appears and she's like "oh yes, best spot saved for me" which is Koa's chest and by the time everyone is together and asleep, the sofa is heaving with people. Of course, peace doesn't last forever and Adler comes in with pots and pans, clanging a load of metal together against each other.

No, seriously though, I think this is a lovely soft thing to think about and it shows how these OCs trust each other. I love it.

Thank you for the ask!

OCs:

Koa -> @islandtarochips <3

Aleks -> @alypink <3

Vasili -> @welldonekhushi <3

Charles -> @deeptrashwitch <3

Abby -> @revnah1406 <3

Jodie -> My lovely Gal <3

[salvation-comic]

some character concept art. im redesigning everyone & giving a few renames because ive grown past their original names.

top is more complicated designs. second is simplified for the comic i mean whaat

feel free to share thoughts and feelings

[kill-arts]

ref dump for the salvation gals