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marsh-snail · 7 months ago
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Pose was base on this image down below. Made by @mellon-soup
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sortofcaffeinateddoodles · 5 years ago
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WHO WANTS TO SEE A SUPER CRINGE-Y AU I CAME UP WITH WHEN I WAS LIKE 13/14 BUT WAS TOO SHY ABOUT MY NON-EXISTENT ARTIST ABILITIES TO POST ANYTHING ABOUT?? well to bad you're gonna see it anyway  : P I was going though some old notebooks, trying to figure out what to keep and toss, because my closest was becoming a maze and I found doodles about this AU. So I decided I should try and redraw it all. But this is more of a "reboot" to the original version.
Perry
Species:
Platypus
Special talent:
No But Seriously Shapeshifting, Multilingual, pretty much immortal i'll talk more about that at a later date
Occupation: Former Bounty Hunter, but does more "legal" odd jobs now
Nickname Perry's too boring for those, but he does let his friends get away with calling him a dumb ass from time to time
Personality:e(s) Stubborn, Reserved, worrywart, softie for his kid
Relationships: He has no romantic relation, but Perry does look after Phineas, with the a little help from his other animal companions. He has an odd relationship with Doof though! Kinda like how they act in the show, but with less fist fighting and more bickering. Will fight Peter the Panda on sight. Don't test him.
Special Facts: Hates when anyone else sings around him, but never complains when Phineas or Doof get into musical numbers. Constantly stealing sweets, and dumb magazines from Doof. But usually replaces it with something of equal or more value. One time he raided the poor mans fridge, and the next day Doof found an gold necklace thrown lazily near one his flowerpots. Doof didn't want it, but Vanessa loved wearing it. When he wants to get out of a conversation, Perry will shapeshift into another animal and just leave. "sorry can't talk doof, i'm a horse now" "perry the platypus are you serious right now? You cant just leave in the midd-" "ah ah ah! i'm a horse."
Phineas
Species: Alary
Special talent: Singing and Dancing. Can fixing almost anything. Toaster always catch on fire for some reason. Loves exploring, and always finds something new. But please for the love of god, watch him. He will climb a tree and get stuck. Heights scare him to much.
Nickname Phinny, Phin, Cheerio and Puggle
Personality:e(s) Optimistic, curious, hyper Relationships: Phineas has had Perry taking care of him since he was baby. He was too young to remember what his parents look like, all he knows is that Perry found him in the Enchanted Woods one day.
Special Facts: This Phineas is a bit more shy around kids his own age. Having grown up around talking animals will mess up a kids social skills. Phineas has never met another Alary in his life, but has always secretly wanted too. Doesn't know how to fly, but he's trying his best!
Ferbs "Ferb" Fletcher
Species: Beast
Special talent: Can fix up anything you put in front of him. Likes to read, and secretly writes his own short stories.   Nickname None. But Buford calls him "skinny jeans" when he's trying to get a reaction out of him
Personality:e(s) Quiet, short tempered when annoyed, blunt, can be patient with younger kids
Relationships: Doesn't have many friends, but he hangs out with Buford the most. Also has a crush on Vanessa, but due to the age difference doesn't act on it.
Special: Ferb lives with his father and grandparents. His cousins live in the same neighborhood as him, their family having moved to Danville when he was a baby. Only reason Ferb acts so serious is because when he isn't hanging around Buford he's with Vanessa and her friends. Who all fit into the mean teenager stereotype.
Isabella Garcia-Shapiro
Species: Alary
Special talent: Since Isabella doesn't grow up with Phineas and Ferb, her summer days are spent at the Fireside cabin. Isabella has earned every patch there is to offer, and now is skilled in almost anything. It's honestly kinda scary.
Occupation:   Does a bit of baby sitting. Helps at her family restaurant Nickname Isa, Pinkie(Buford), heart-string
Personality:e(s) Sweet, Assertive, Romantic Relationships: Isabella spends most of her free time around the other Fireside Girls, but also spends her days hanging out with her next door neighbor. Baljeet. The two are close having grown up together, and she even considers him to be like a little brother.
Special Fact: Isabella may have been able to gain every patch there is to offer, but if there is one thing she struggles with, its magic. Isabella is considered a sweet girl, but every Saturday night she sneaks out to the town square to listen to the people playing music and dancing. Though since she can't risk getting caught, she never joins in on the dancing, even if there are other kids out to.
Baljeet Tjinder
Species: Alary
Special talent: Can finish reading any book in an hour, no matter the size. Has photogenic memory, and will bring up old crap from 6 months ago so don't try and get on his bad side.
Occupation:   Helps tutor kids at school for extra credit.
Nickname Nerd, but only Buford call him that.
Personality:e(s) Nervous, shy, prideful
Relationships: Only friend he has is Isabella. Him and Buford don't really interact outside of school.
Special Fact: Specializes in water type magic, but Baleet hopes to master fire type magic. Bajeet just really wants to specialize in all types of magic.
Buford Van Stoorm
Species: Beast
Special talent: Buford likes playing the drums at the Saturday Festivals.
Nickname No nicknames for The Buf'. he'll hurt you.
Personality:e(s) This version is 10x more violent than cannon Buford. He used to just make you cry, but now he'll make your momma cry, yo daddy cry, yo grandma, even your dog. Nothings off limit.
Relationships: Buford hangs around other sketchy kids. The only person who he enjoys spending time with is Ferb. Special Fact: Loves graffiti art, and has been caught a million times spray painting walls.
Canadace Flynn Garcia-Shapiro
Species: Alary
Special talent: Singing, can master almost any instrument in a day.
Occupation:   Studying to become a music teacher, but helps at her families restaurant.
Nickname Candy
Personality:e(s) Focused, cynical
Relationships: Candace is still friends with Stacy, and his dating Jeremy. Was adopted into the Garcia-Shapiro household at 9/10 years old. Any special facts about Candace would be too spoiler y
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Link to the sketch Version Here goes the colored version to my AU. I'm not too happy with Isabella's color palette so I might be changing it later, but for now deal with the pink okay. Originally Candace had a type of mesh robe, and she still does! But for simplicity I'll just be drawing her base outfit, Her robe is too complicated anyway, it is supposed to be covered in red roses. Also tell me if I should keep Phineas' hair curly. My sister looked over at what I was doing and straight up said it looked ugly. So yeah, I need an honest second opinion. The bio's are super basic because I really don't want to give away too much of the story. And most of the story revolves around how the kids think and act. AU (c) Me
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fics-not-tragedies · 5 years ago
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Redemption: Chapter Four
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one - two - three - four - five - six - seven
I know it took me 84 years to get back to updating my chaptered fics, but that’s how life works folks 🤷‍♀️ I can’t promise I’ll do it more regularly, ‘cause I’m at weird point of my life right now (both personal and work related) and I’m trying my best to keep it all going. Well writing is one of the few things that keep me going, so don’t worry about that, recently I’m more of a ‘no schedule’ type of gal.
Words: 2624; Warnings: few smutty bits; Summary: London’s Continental is still Isobel’s and John’s safe haven, but the current danger is the old feeling between them that still burst in flames.
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“There’s nothing wrong with you wanting to kiss me” John breath out and she finds herself wrapped in his arms. She missed that, feeling him close, feeling the heat of his body, but somehow it felt wrong this time. Perhaps because of all the things she never told him about.
“For me, Jonathan… there’s nothing right with it either.”
Heavy rain was pouring right behind Continental's window, droplets of it cutting through the air like sharp knives. The building itself was wrapped in scaffolds all around - it was the renovation after all.
They were still sitting at the empty bar. Another bottle of bourbon just got emptied. John decided to take a walk on the empty hallways, leaving the two women alone for a moment. He desperately needed to clear his mind from all of the annoying thoughts that were running through it after the last conversation he had with the two ladies.
For a brief moment, when he was looking at her for a tad bit longer than he should, admiring the view of her sitting in front of him, one leg atop of the other, ankles crossed, smile on her rouged lips as she pressed them closer to the drink she held in her hand, he thought that maybe… that maybe Isobel still loves him. But the thought itself was too unreal to be true.
“Did he at least said ‘thank you’?” Sybil broke the silence between them. Her dulcet tone mixed with the sounds of glass clinking and liquid pouring. The alcohol induced haze was slowly wearing off and it seemed like Sybil fancied to keep the intoxication on a steady level.
“He should be thanking me for what?” Isobel was really surprised by her friend’s question, she kept drawing circles with her wrist, the ice in her drink rolling from one side to another, before she lifted it up to her mouth, barely dipping her lips in the liquor.
“For saving his life in that shithole bar?” the black haired woman was pouring more vodka into her tall glass.
“Didn't you had enough of that?” Isa tried to grab the bottle her friend was holding in her hand and take it away from her, but Sybil was faster and she moved away from her reach.
“Hun, if we all going to be dead by tomorrow evening I'd rather die drunk and happy” she said and after mixing her liquor with a blue syrup, she drank it all in one big swig.
The blonde just rolled her eyes and took off her black sweater throwing it across the room onto one of the leathered settees. She fixed the strap of her lacy black corset she had underneath the sweater. The rest of her outfit was composed from matching black jeans and a pair of old not-so-surprisingly black work boots tied all the way up to half of her calf.
“Bullshit. They can't kills us here, you know the rules better than we do. You're the Manager after all” Isobel lit her cigarette and took a deep breath inhaling the smoke from it.
John was smoking his cigarette in the hallway, while looking through the window, staring at the people walking on the streets. He was thinking about all of the things she never told him about. What Isobel never spoke about? What was she hiding deep inside?
He trusted her with his whole life, he knew she would die just to save him, but he also knew that she had secrets just like anyone in the world did.
What is she whispering to Sybil when he's not around? About what things she really wants to talk about, but she's still too afraid to do so?
There are many things she wanted to tell him. But she's too afraid of how he will react to them. It was bad idea that they decided to split. She needed him so much back then, he had no idea. He was too focused on his work, never noticed that there was something bad going on with her. Few years passed, he married Helen and Isobel’s heart was broken once again.
“Just have another” Sybil said, putting new glass filled with alcohol next to the one her friend hasn’t really emptied yet.
“For fuck’s sake…”
“Cut the bullshit, just drink. You can't say “no” to me, I'm your host! We have a renovation going on, I'm hiding a man worth 14 millions at my place-” Sybil was cut off by the ringing sound of their phones.
“15 millions now” Isobel corrected her friend, while looking at her phone’s bright screen.
 “...15 millions, perfect… and a woman who’s mad about the man. Hun, if you weren't my friend I'd shoot your Jonathan and right now I would be taking a bath with some handsome men in the Caribbean.”
“Who wants to shoot me?” John walked into the lounge area, holding another cigarette between his cut lips. His face was still swollen in some places, few bruises visible here and there, but overall he looked as handsome as always.
“The same set of people as usual,” Isobel said and finally managed to took away the bottle of vodka her friend was holding and threw it across the bar, “I know about your Russian roots, but for fuck’s sake stop fucking drinking right now!” she shouted at Sybil, making her jump up in her bar stool, “you can't shoot straight when you're too drunk!”
When Wick approached them, the blonde pulled a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, took one from it, placed the pack onto the counter, then stuck the cig between her lips and lit it with the matte black lighter that was laid right next to her glass.
“I ran out of mine,” she spoke to him, her hazel eyes sparkling with something he wasn’t able to name. It was probably the alcohol, but he’d rather think that she’s just happy to see him, “and I really needed another one” she pulled him closer by his suit jacket, then unbuttoned it, slid it from his arms taking her time touching them, feeling how his muscles tensed under the her warm hands, and threw it into the same direction she had thrown her sweater earlier.
“Wow, are we getting into the nudity right now?” he asked surprised by her movement.
“It’s hot in here and you’re sweating. Don’t annoy me, please” Isobel took a gulp from her glass. She looked at him, taking another drag from her cigarette and laid back in her chair. John grabbed the drink she was holding in her hand and took a big sip from it. She didn’t objected. They used to drink like that, because it was faster. Two fast drinks before any assignment and they were ready to roll.
“You probably had enough of that” he said before downing the contents of the glass.
“But I’ve never had enough of you” leaning towards him she exhaled the smoke to the side and crushed the cigarette butt in the ashtray that was on the counter placed between every other thing, “and trust me John, it was fucking hard living that way” the fierce tone of her slightly tipsy voice made him giggle inside a bit.
His eyes glued to her face begin to slide down her scarred neck and onto her exposed collarbones. The tiny lavender branches she got tattooed ages ago were still in the same places he discovered them back in their days.
Wick felt the urge to touch her, to lay his hands on her body and feel the warmth she always radiated. He wanted to kiss her lips, to press his mouth atop of her and see if she tastes the same. The beard on his face would scratch the soft, but slightly scarred skin on her cheeks and she would giggle like she did back in the moments they shared together.
She was looking right in his eyes, her gaze strong, unavoidable. His face was looking better, maybe because of her skills and hotel’s first aid kit or maybe because the light was different now. Isobel’s face was inches away from his and all it took was to lean forward just one bit and she could finally kiss him, press her lips close to his.
The truth was that she knew it all was wrong, especially the thoughts she had in her mind now were terribly wrong, but she couldn’t help it. The feelings she hid ages ago wanted to burst out and onto the surface.
She moved from the high bar stool, sauntering further into the lounges area, disappearing between them from John’s sight. He was torn inside, didn’t know if he should follow her or just leave her alone. Perhaps she just needed some time on her own, so many things happened in the recent hours that it was unreal just to believe all of them.
Sybil was the one that sent his doubts back to where they belong: she poured another two glasses of bourbon and handed them to him, pointing with her head that he should run after her, “I’ll leave you two alone, don’t worry” she breathed, her voice just a mere whisper, so only John could hear her. “Just… be easy on her Wick, remember you’re the reason of a rumble in her chest. Don’t fuck it up this time, alright? She’s determined to save you… let her do it.”
He just nodded his head to her and without saying a word, still holding firmly those two drinks in his hand, turned around on his heel and moved into the lounge area, determined to find Isobel.
There she was, curled on one of the sofas, her head pressed into the headrest, eyes closed, lips slightly apart. Her chest was slowly moving up and down, as if she was in a light state of dreaming and John couldn’t fight the urge to stare, his eyes flickering between her soft facial features, the exposed skin of her collarbones, the cleavage of the corset she had on…
“It’s not polite to stare like that, John…” her hazel eyes were piercing right through him and when he looked up and their gazes met she smiled. His face was flustered, cheeks rosy with the memory of every night or morning they had the chance to spend together. She quickly discarded her boots and moved to the other end of the sofa, grabbing John by his tie and pulling him closer.
John placed the two glasses he held in his hands on the table and sat right next to her, their thighs pressed together.
“I want to hold you close…” John mumbled out, his hands gently caressing hers, then sliding over to her thighs, where he ran them upwards, slightly moving in the seat, so he could press his body to hers.
“John please” Isobel cupped his face in her hands, leaning closer to him, almost crawling onto his lap.
“Yes you’re right… I should have pleased you more often” he pressed his face further to her, their lips so close together they were almost touching, but he flinched backwards and looked her in the eye, his features scrunched, his own dark eyes wide.
“That wasn’t the issue… you never failed to please me” her fingers moved to the collar of his shirt and undid the first button, slowly fiddling with his black tie.
“Then why you left? Without even saying a word? Without leaving a note?”
“Can we talk about it while being sober?” she undid another few buttons on his shirt, unwrapping his tie from around his neck and let her hand slide down his chest.
John purred a little, when she scratched his skin, “I want to feel your skin pressed against me tight” Isobel mumbled into his mouth, pulling him closer by his shirt, making him fall atop of her and she straddled him a little, wrapping her legs around his waist.
“Isa…” he breathed out, the sound of her nickname she hasn’t heard in ages falling from his lips send shivers down her spine.
“I know John… I missed you too” he was like an open book to her and he didn’t even have to finish his sentence, she knew him too damn well.
There was something in the look of his chocolate eyes, in the stare he held on her face, in the way he couldn’t look away from her; it seemed like he was enchanted by her and the spell, she put on him back in their military days, never fade away.
John was under her charm, it was true, he never fell out of love with her. Even when he married Helen, Isobel was still in the back of his mind, in his heart in that hotel suite where she lived for so long, it’d be too strange if he suddenly forgot her.
Isobel was his true love and he couldn’t be able to deny it. As well as he couldn’t be able to deny the fact that he was still madly in love with her. The feeling never changed, nor would with her gun pressed against his forehead.
“John…” she breathed against his mouth making it curl into a smile. His large hand cupped the back of her neck, keeping her securely in place.
You tugged very lightly on his hair and he looked right back up at you, only to press his lips to yours in a soft kiss. He pulled your body closer against his again with his hand flat against your back, needily moving his lips with yours.
“I missed that” he mumbled against the skin of your neck, leaving a path of wet, open mouthed kisses all the way down to her arm.
“And I missed that…” her voice is like a soft music to him, the familiar tune he hadn’t heard in ages.
“I want to touch you…” his voice is deeper, more lustful and he dips his head to press a searing kiss between her breasts.
“J-John… you’re already doing that” he slid downwards, until he stopped at her hip level and she lifted them so he could pull down her pants, discarding them to the side before crawling over her again.
Isobel let her hands run over his chest and he sighed, leaning into her touch and closing his eyes. She quickly undid the rest of the buttons and slid the shirt off his arms, letting it fell to the floor. Wrapping her arms around his neck and pulled him down to press her lips against his she kissed him passionately like they were young again.
Feeling him smile into the kiss, she wanted to pull him closer but he teasingly bit her lip before sitting back up and unbuttoning his trousers, making her watch his every move intently as if she was afraid she’d miss something. Isobel watched him stand up and take off his trousers and she used the moment as an opportunity to sit up and undo her corset, just in time before he crawled back over her again, picking up the kiss where he’d left off as if he’d never left her lips and without warning let his hand run down into her underwear, making Isobel gasp against his lips and hold on to his arm when he began to rub his thumb over her most sensitive spot, his fingers teasing her entrance.
She stared at his bruised hand that slowly disappeared between her legs and there was something different about it now. The lack of the cold feeling that should’ve been caused by his wedding ring that was previously wrapped around his finger, or rather the view of it simply not being there was burning her eyes.
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