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Irish Coffee #3 (15-12-96)

Sus. (English translation under the cut)

Can a vampire be a presidential candidate for the nation? Gino Tonic is astonished. Irish Coffee walks lost in thought. The rest of the people live happy, unaware of this horrible reality. You, reader, get the garlic. Julian Averna is already among us.

Gino: Candidate to president of the nation and a vampire? Is this some joke of yours, Irish?

Irish: No, dude, not at all!

Gino: Faaaah, man! He'd be the first president to bleed us dry not because of the International Monetary Fund but because it's in his nature! Hehehe the very first real bloodsucker hehehe!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHAHA!!!!!!!

Gino: Sorry, I realize that this is serious.

Irish: If you say so... The vampire is the biggest seductor known. If he looks at you with intention, even on TV, one'd surely vote for him.

Gino: Fuck, we gotta do something, Irish!

Irish: Something like what, Gino?

Gino: Like talking to Sake, the news chief at Ojo que TV, the cable channel I'll start working for tomorrow! We have to denounce now, let the public opinion know this quickly, my god!!

~~

Mary: And it looks like it was the method that replaces sillicon implants, that new gas, that made the Vedette to fly out the clinic's window.

Sake: Do we have someone covering the story?

Mary: Yes, there's a helicopter but the wind is flying her away

Sake: Uff, isn't there something strong for the teleflash at 20?

Mary: Yes, but it's still a rumor. Word says that to bring up the ratings, Mirtha Legrand and Susana Gimenez are down to exchange their brains. That way their respective fans will have to watch both shows: one for the physical appearance of their idols and for the exchange of ideas that will be in different settings-

Gino: Sake! Sake! My friend Irish Coffee is here with terrible news!

Sake: Hold on- dedicate the first half hour to this thing about Mirtha and Susana's brains! Now that's an important thing to cover! Go, Mary, go!

Mary: Yes, right away.

Sake: What's this terrible news, Gino?

Gino: Julian Averna, candidate of Trapuli, is a vampire

Sake: A vamp-? You think I can give that news like that in Ojo que TV? This is a serious channel, hey!!

Next week: A Dark Reality

___

Ojo que TV is a pun in the phrase "Ojo que te ve" (Eye that sees you)

Susana Gimenez is a talk show host Oprah-style, while Mirtha Legrand hosts Lunches with many interviewees at once basically.

[neutrallyobsessed]

On the eternal wait for more Cybersix in english, I've decided to pick up Irish Coffee, the first creation of the Trillo/Meglia duo.

Much like Cybersix, Irish Coffee starts publication in Europe then is brought to Argentina where is translated in its totality and later compiled into a singular book, with lots of little extras~. A singular book way outta my budget tho, ppl from 2011 saying that 200 pesos is expensive hurts my soul, shits like 10000 pesos now 😭.

Fortunally, there is another one~

Irish Coffee also had a run on the newspaper Clarin, each sunday of 1997, covering 1999 argentine elections and all the wacky, supernatural things that happen around it as the new millenium approaches.

Since it was published in a national newspaper, it was only a matter of visiting my local and national ✨hemeroteca✨ to read it~

An hemeroteca is a library for newspapers and maganizes. It doesn't really have a word in english lol.

For the time being, I only got june's publications (except one cause im cursed with imcomplete collections lol). The point is that this is free, I'm allowed to have my own archive of this pages and do whatever I want with it.

And what I want is to have it all, maybe even translate it and have it online for all to enjoy.

I don't know how or if this story ties in to the first ones, where our titular Irish is a paranormal detective and wacky stuff happens, or how this goes into Cybersix where he's a psychologist but one day will know~

It'll be long before I can get my hands on the first run of comics but this little investigation will be super fun and will update you on how it goes jsksjsjks

And so the wait has become much more interesting

[sovamurka]

Bubble Comics x библиотека ароматов collaboration!

As you can guess, there are 8 different fragrances with Bubble's main lines' characters. Let's take a look!

Igor Grom (The Spirit of the Law) and Nika Chaikina (The Scent of Adventure)

Alyona Kuznetsova (You are the Cosmos) and Lilya Romanova (True Magic)

Kigal' (Sweet Pain) and Ulya (Morning Liveliness)

Ksenia Radova (The Fragrance of Life) and Balor (Waking Dreams)

Bonus!

This is a neat sample box with all the fragrances pictured above... plus one more secret character fragrance!

[tankertalk]

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[thealieninhiding]

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[w1yre]

you know what im putting ALL my eddie dear headcanons here before i go study for a fuckass math exam i have to take to get into a higher class (im being forced 😞)

- he’s asthmatic

- he puts way too much gel in his hair and it gets so fucking brittle and sticks up

- he smells like a reuben sandwich(don’t ask me what this is i don’t fucking know)

- he’s cajun and irish

- he screams like peppino from pizza tower

- he cries at romance movies

- he would piss himself if he watched five seconds of a horror movie (they’re his favorite kind of movie…)

- he likes to twirl frank around for no specific reason

- he likes to stand in front of the tv at the asscrack of dawn with a comically large cup of coffee and watch the news

- he’ll say shit like “oh, fiddlesticks!” or a classic white saying like “let’s blow this popsicle stand!” OR “i tell you what” OR “look who the cat dragged in!” and it’s so stupid

- he celebrates 4th of july (welcome HOEme version obviously) and burns all the fucking food when he tries to cook on the grill

- he can play the violin AND the banjo. 🪕 (i’ll defend this one forever)

- he can shove a whole hoagie sandwich into his mouth no problem/hj

- when he does drag he always does some kind of like cupid/valentine’s day theme because i think that would be adorable!!! :D

- he’s bad at math…really bad at math

[fbfh]

thinking about getting rescued by Connor and Murphy Macmanus. you're making ends meet, living in a shitty apartment in boston when some jackass in the russian mob decides that extorting your landlord isn't enough anymore. you come home to find huge, scary thugs roaming the halls of your building, banging on doors and demanding money. they try to shake you down, but you... you're not going to give up, and you're certainly not going to let them win without a fight. thankfully, god doesn't hate you quite as much as you worried he might, because you live in the same building as Rocco's girl. she sees what's happening out there and makes a call. the russian mob doesn't find your plucky attitude as endearing as you'd hoped, and you're about to pass out when two mysterious figures burst in, shooting up every gangster in the place. they get closer to you, muttering something to each other you can't make out, and one of them gently picks you up before everything goes black.

you wake up hours later just before dawn in... the shittiest, crustiest apartment you've ever seen. you're still a little out of it, and two guys - who you can only assume are the same ones from before - crouch next to you, speaking in gentle voices and comforting irish accents.

"You're alright sweetheart." the first one says. you think he's the one who carried you out.

"You're safe here." the other adds.

"Those assholes got you pretty good-"

"Put up one hell of a fight though," the second one chuckles, earning a smack on the back of the head from the first.

"Just try to get some more rest, and we'll check on you soon."

you try to agree, but you're exhausted and out like a light before you know it, managing a "hmmmf" in response before you pass back out.

you wake up properly a few hours later, and it takes you a few moments to orient yourself, to realize you're not in this apartment because of a drunken one night stand. you stretch stiffly, still achy and sore from the fight, and stand up to quietly look around. the apartment is empty, but it's worse than you thought it would be. this place is... a dump. a bachelor owned dump, based on the comical lack of furniture or decorations. you don't know what you're supposed to do until those guys get back, but you don't... not trust them. not yet, anyway. so you tidy up a little. you throw out the trash and wipe down the counters and tables. you spray a little lemon cleaner on the windows and make their beds. you find a pile of pillows and blankets on the ground, and realize they slept in the other room so you wouldn't be uncomfortable.

when Connor and Murphy return in their bathrobes pajama pants and work boots, hang their rosaries up on the nails by the door, and set down the breakfast foods and ingredients they just got from the corner store, they pause. something feels... different. there aren't any coffee rings in the kitchen, or tumbled piles of beer caps from their numerous contests seeing who can make the highest stack. things smell fresher, feel... nicer. you walk into the kitchen, hanging up a fresh dish towel over the oven rack when you notice they're back. you startle a little, and they both smile.

"Oh!" you exclaim, "Sorry... I didn't know when you guys would be back, so I just tidied up a little. I hope you don't mind." you say, almost sheepishly. they share a look, then turn their attention back to you.

"You did all this?" asks Connor, then he nudges Murphy. "We got ourselves a regular snow white."

Murphy laughs, looking at your handiwork.

"I didn't know it was possible." He says back to his brother. "The kitchen floor is white. Did you know the kitchen floor was supposed to be white?"

The Macmanus brothers like you. they find you sweet, and charming. they want to protect you and keep you safe from the scum in this city. since your apartment building is still a mess and crawling with members of the russian mob, you let them convince you to stay for a few days. of course it doesn't end up being just a few days, and no matter what a rough day they have cleaning up the city, they're always excited to get home, flop down on the couch (the one you got them, and the only thing tying the interior look of their apartment together) crack open a couple cold beers, and spend the night with their best girl.

[ambafaerie]

Tate McGucket and Shandra Jimenez Headcanon

Tate moved to Gravity Falls to look for Fiddleford but talked first about it with his mom. The conversation was long and emotional. Emma May was very reluctant to let her son go but eventually relented and wished him luck. Tate keeps in touch via post cards and telephone calls and visits his mom during the holidays.

He was angry at Fiddleford for abandoning his family and sending a robot pterodactyl after Emma May when she divorced him, but still tries to reach out to him and jog back his memory.

Several failed memory restoration attempts with little success + Fiddleford’s increasingly embarrassing and dangerous antics considerably soured their relationship leading Tate to cut off contact, but when someone goes too far insulting Fiddleford, Tate is quick to defend his dad.

Applied to the job of lake ranger after the last one retired. He is great at managing the finances of the shop and advises people the best days to visit or avoid Lake Gravity Falls based on the weather patterns he predicts.

Hobbies: Hand making the fishing supplies he sells at the shop, reading bi monthly magazines, and styling his own hair.

Sometimes uses his ability to correctly guess the Oregon State lottery winning numbers and anonymously collects the winnings, splitting them with one half to keep the fishing shop afloat and the other going to his mom.

Shandra was born in Gravity Falls. Half Filipino - Mexican on her Dad’s side and Irish - American on her mom’s side. She was raised in a multilingual household and can still speak and write in several languages, sometimes switching from one language to another in the middle of a conversation and has a diary full of entries written in English, Tagalog, Spanish, and Gaelic.

Shandra likes to keep up with the trends and started her high school’s newspaper club but she was the only member so she covered every school event. At college, the newspaper club had only three members, so Shandra still did most of the work. She was also a member of the radio club and hosted the morning announcements.

Hobbies: Comic books, dancing, collecting scrunchies, and scrapbooking monthly magazines and newspapers. Fav comic characters are Lois Lane and Linda Park.

Very professional and passionate about journalism and so looks down on Toby because he is a gossip reporter with no real credentials.

Shandra’s first job was at the local newspaper. Her breakout story was covering one of Fiddleford’s robots he unleashed on the town which helped boost her profile in becoming a tv news reporter.

Frustrated there isn’t much that happens Gravity Falls, but Shandra remains determined to scoop out anything interesting that shakes up the town.

Has never been caught and memory erased by the Society of the Blind Eye.

Shandra and Tate met when she was covering one of Fiddleford’s latest robot attacks and tried to interview him for his opinion, but he refused.

Two weeks later they meet again at Gravity Falls Lake when Shandra was substituting for the sick weatherman and was reporting on the hail storm when the weather suddenly started cycling from rain to sun to hail.

Tate provides her and the news crew shelter in the fish shop from the dangerous weather. He informs Shandra about the weather patterns and allows himself to be interviewed for once to explain to viewers the unpredictable weather and safety precautions to take.

Once the weather subsides, Shandra asks Tate out for coffee as thanks for his help. Their conversation started off nice but nothing much until they get to the topic of hobbies. Shandra enthusiastically tells Tate random comic lore he nods his head to, raptly listening and discussing with her scientific facts, especially marine biology ones that comic writers got right, beginning an unlikely friendship.

They spend months having lunches together, scrapbooking their magazines, solving crossword puzzles, and even taking hikes along the mountains. Their relationship grows naturally but the day they realization clicks their affection for each other might be more than platonic puts them in an awkward tension. Shandra and Tate have dated other people before, but they don’t want to risk their relationship ending on bad terms, but they they really like each other so it is a conundrum. Their parents notice the moping and take them aside to give them love advice, but even though their words, especially Emma May’s, reassure them, Shandra and Tate refuse to confess, remaining oblivious to the others’s feelings.

One day, Shandra is reporting outside for Pioneer Day when one of Fiddleford’s homicidal robots runs amok through the town. Tate rushes to her rescue, and in the midst of the attack, he confesses he cares about her more than a friend, so much he is willing to throw logic out the window and rush into danger just to protect her, and Shandra shouts amidst the chaos and noise she loves him too.

The day after the robot attack, things are awkward but one look at each other’s faces and Shandra and Tate fall into a laughter which gives them the sign to start their relationship.

Although not many are aware they are dating because they are not that big on PDA.

Fiddleford is out here playing cupid for his son and he doesn’t even know it.

[jammerskrik]

honestly I’ll never have a job as funny and wild as old 1950s cumbies. I think that’s probably the top silliest stupid job I’ve ever had. I had a coworker named kilfeather who was a late thirties obese literal fedora’d neckbeard, who unfailingly made the various (East Asian) women of Boston uncomfortable by being on brand to the point of addressing them as ‘M’lady,’ and split his time between manga and atheist reddit boards and masturbation. He gave his entire savings to The Occupy Movement, then rebuilt it only to then give it all to Bernie Sanders… he was Irish white trash from one of the most depressed towns in western mass, his parents were farmer-descended biker gang ppl that he dropped out of nineth grade to caretake once the cigarette genocide got them. He used to give me impassioned speeches about how the most important issue of our time is centering black and brown voices, and then, without fail, partially magic and partially because our boss was a black lady from Cali that hated most other African Americans, something beautiful and so fucking ironic and hilarious would happen.

Best was when we had to run down inventory to shut the gas station down around January 2019, our boss interrupted one of Kilfeather’s woke speeches about worshipping ppl darker than him to tell him to go clean out the little cup shed with me and Rokon, a banglandeshi indo-muzzy immigrant who at the time didn’t speak any English yet. Rokon began tossing all the spare foam coffee cup rolls out of the shed to me so I could bag them up, as Kilfeather waddled up through snowfall that was beginning to accumulate to watch us and, perhaps if the opportunity presented itself, resume his anti-racist speech.

About a minute later, Rokon had run out of cups and was suddenly madly pulling up endless flattened layers of shipping cardboard that had formed the flooring beneath the cup rolls, and I mean like decades of layers of flattened cardboard, the station was original from 1951 and the bottom decade or two had become dust and dirt. I stopped helping at my disgust threshold and just stood beside kilfeather in the snow watching R manically pry out every layer and heave it into a comically large pile as if his life depended on it until he suddenly froze. He stood there for a few moments, turned and looked at me n kilfeather, then smiled wide, disappearing into the small old shed like laughing, but a strange rare laugh to hear from a man like that; he squealed with absolute delight then vanished. Kilfeather looked at me like, what? does this mean??

But I didn’t get to reply because Rokon had emerged from the shed holding some kind of giant frozen tangled black disk about a meter in diameter. Kilfeather and I were both immediately instinctually repulsed though neither of us could really process what the disk was in that moment, as Rokon stood there dusted in snow and beaming… but we realised right as he spun around like a discus thrower, launching a massive frozen-solid City of Boston Real Life Rat King into Kilfeather’s face and chest.

There were two black crackheads from Kentucky who would stand outside the gas station like Jay and Silent Bob -style and by this point they were watching in the background, as was our boss. The Crackheads began heckling/roasting the fuck out of Kilfeather and calling him a faggot, and he let out a whine to our boss lady, to see if she could please make the addicts of colour stop calling him the f-slur. she was super Christian and super racist and she gracefully walked to Kilfeather through the snow and was like ‘well baby, I am worried that you never stand up for yourself, if Rokon hadda thrown that at me I wouldda whooped his ass to Death on the spot!’

idk cumbies was super funny

[glendylucast]

Daydreams and Nightmares (ENG ver)

Call of Duty WWII Robert Zussman x Clifford Wildblood (My OC), 2741 words Summary : Robert Zussman was struggling, caught in the chokehold of PTSD and reeling from his breakup with Suzie. He could probably use a helping hand.

Story Version, Short Comic Version Here

Chicago, United States, February 1947

"Fucking winter..."

Robert Zussman adjusted his vision, felt like his headache got worse from the hangover. He couldn't remember he walked home from the Irish pub, but at least he got to his apartment safe.

Thank God it's weekend so he didn't have to work.

Still lying on his bed, he glanced to his side, to the empty side where Suzie used to sleep beside him.

Zussman was in rough shape after his breakup with Suzie. He didn’t talk much about it—never really did—but a big part of it was tied to how much the war had changed him, both physically and mentally.

Physically, he’d come home as little more than skin and bones, scarred and bruised in ways that would never fully heal. Mentally, his mind was haunted with PTSD. He constantly fights the daydreams of being on the battlefields and the nightmares he endured at the hands of the Germans.

Perhaps it was Zussman who hated himself for showing weakness—he had never been the one. Perhaps it was Suzie who couldn't bear with how much Zussman had changed, how different he was from the man who had captivated her with his grin and stories.

In the end, Suzie left the door, never looking back...

... And she left a gaping hole in Zussman's life, making him stranded then adrift, floating in an ocean of darkness.

The man lost without his anchor.

Zussman tried to replace the gaping hole Suzie left with other girls, but none of them stayed long. They left as soon as he started to scream or raise his voice.

He pulled the blanket, wrapping it tighter around his body. He was so done for being weak, and he was tired of being disappointed. He just wanted to close his eyes.

---------

Meanwhile, a few miles away in Bloomington.

Clifford Wildblood stepped out onto the porch of his family home. Morning air blew his face as he walked toward the red mailbox near his family fences. Retrieving the contents, he carried the small stack of letters and a folded newspaper back inside.

This had become part of his morning routine since returning from the war. Each morning, after jog around the neighborhood, he’d check the mail, sift through bills, local circulars, and the occasional postcard. Sitting at the kitchen table with a steaming cup of coffee, he carefully shuffled through the pile.

"Nothing..." He whispered himself, sounded disappointed.

It had been months since he’d received a letter from Zussman.

The two had kept up a steady correspondence after returning from the war, exchanging letters at least twice a month. They wrote about everything—little updates on their lives, stupid jokes, even stories about the old squad. Zussman had always been the great storyteller; he just loved to talk about his squads, especially because they're also still actively exchanging postcards and letters.

Wildblood had come to cherish his letter. He never felt so close to him.

But then suddenly, without warning, the letters stopped.

His mind wandered to the last one he’d received months ago. Zussman had mentioned that he was no longer with Suzie. The words were casual, as though he were shrugging it off, but Wildblood could read between the lines. He knew Zussman had been with her for a year and a half now.

It must be devastating.

The letter was closed with Zussman insisting that Wildblood shouldn’t worry, that he’d bounce back in no time.

“Don’t waste your time and energy on me, Brick,” he’d written. “I’m a catch. I’ll have another girl in no time. Meanwhile, how about you?”

The confidence felt hollow, though. Wildblood could sense it even through the ink.

And lately, Wildblood never felt so restless and uneasy.

"Maybe I'm overthinking it." Wildblood muttered.

Wildblood sighed, setting the letters aside and unfolding the newspaper. He tried to read a few articles before the words blurred as his thoughts circled back to Zussman. The unease crawled in his mind.

If only that jerk had a telephone line in his room. Wildblood cursed in his mind.

Without a second thought, Wildblood pushed back his chair and stood. If Zussman wouldn’t send a letter, maybe it was time to pay him a visit. Wildblood thought his parents wouldn't mind for him to take a small trip for one or two weeks.

After talking to his parents, Wildblood packed his bags and took a bus to Chicago. On the trip, he remembered their brief time together in the medical tent back in France, where he’d seen how Zussman struggled with panic attacks, how he tensed up unexpectedly, and how deeply he hated being alone. Wildblood understood his friend’s pain and knew he wouldn’t want to face it alone.

If there was something Wildblood could do as a friend who had faced the same hell, he would gladly offer his help.

----------

Zussman wasn’t expecting a knock at his door one quiet afternoon—not from someone from his past.

When he opened it, there stood Clifford Wildblood, solid and calm as ever. He wore a baseball hat, a beige scarf, and a few layers on his clothes. For a moment, Zussman could only stare, disbelief flickering across his face. It wasn’t every day that someone from First Platoon showed up unannounced.

“Brick?” Zussman said, blinking as if he didn't believe. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I was worried,” Wildblood replied bluntly, his tone as steady as the man himself. "You all right?"

Zussman let out a surprised laugh, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly.

“Oh my God, buddy! You’re crazy!” He stepped forward and pulled Wildblood into a hug, his grip firm and warm. “Can’t say I’m not glad to see a familiar face.”

He stepped back and motioned for Wildblood to come inside.

“It’s good to see you, but at least tell me if you’re gonna drop by! Bloomington’s a hell of a long way from here!” Zussman talked as he closed the door.

"Not really, it's just a couple hours." Wildblood replied, his eyes glancing around Zussman's room. "I don't know... Maybe if someone didn't stop writing, I will tell him."

Zussman frozen for a moment, his grin faltering.

“I... Yeah… Sorry about that," he muttered, struggling to find words, and kept glancing at his room.

"It's ok, life happens." Wildblood nodded, tried to cheer him up. "I don't mind."

"Sorry." Zussman murmured again, his fingers rubbing at his temple, glancing at his room. “Don’t mind the mess.”

"Still tidier than our camp in Hurtgen," Wildblood grins.

Zussman groaned, his smile return. "God, don't remind me."

Wildblood’s gaze lingered on Zussman for a moment. His green eyes were still sparkling as ever, but he noticed the dark circles under those eyes. The man’s smile was there, but his body betrayed him—hands fidgeting, shoulders tense.

Zussman he knew had always been good at masking his emotions. A man with a poker face, if Wildblood knew one.

But this time, it felt like he wasn’t just hiding his feelings; he was barricading himself in.

Breaking the tension, Wildblood raised the pizza box in his hand like a peace offering. “Brought dinner.”

“Great. I, uh…” Zussman hesitated, his smile nervous but genuine. “I’ll grab us something to drink.”

Thus, they both sat down and caught up on some stories. Wildblood didn’t stay long that day, but he told Zussman that he rented a small apartment just a few blocks from Zussman’s. He was there for a family visit for a few weeks; of course it wasn't entirely a lie. It was a modest place with a personal telephone line in the room, unassuming but close enough that Zussman couldn’t help but notice.

At first, Zussman treated it all lightly, joking about Wildblood playing guardian angel. But deep down, he felt a strange sense of comfort he hadn’t expected. It wasn’t something he’d admit, not even to himself, but the familiar presence eased something restless inside him.

They started hanging out more. It was all casual—meeting for a beer at the local pub, walking around the city, or catching a game on the radio. Wildblood had a way of being there without being overbearing, of offering quiet support without prying. He was just a good listener, always down to do something, and a dependable friend to have around.

And over time, Zussman greatly appreciated it, though he kept his gratitude buried under layers of jokes and banter.

Still, Zussman drew a line, even if only in his mind. Friendship was all he could give. Anything beyond that felt too dangerous, too complicated.

He wasn’t blind—he knew how deeply Wildblood cared for him and the reason why. Wildblood loved him in a way that went beyond friendship. It was there in the way by the way Wildblood looked at him, and he didn't need Wildblood's word on that.

Zussman knew it had always been there, even in the darkest days back in Germany, when they had leaned on each other in ways that had felt more than friendly.

But those days were behind them now, and Zussman couldn’t bring himself to entertain the thought of something more.

Not again. Life had already shown him enough pain, enough loss, to last a lifetime.

Friendship, he told himself firmly. That’s all it can be.

And then there were the practicalities—the cold, hard truths of the world they lived in. A world that didn’t look kindly on men who are different—even he couldn’t quite bring himself to say the word aloud.

How could that kind of thought pass his mind?

For the love of God, life was hard enough as it was. He muttered in his mind.

The thought of adding discrimination or criminal charges to the pile of struggles was enough to make him shudder.

----------

Time passed.

Then, one night, the memories Zussman buried came flooding back, suffocating him. He woke up screaming, feeling swallowed by darkness despite all the lights in his room that he’d left on.

The memories were vivid—too vivid. The sound of distant gunfire, the sharp crack of orders barked in German, the stench of blood and sweat. It was all there, as if he were back in that hellish place.

He gasped for air, his lungs refusing to cooperate. The darkness wrapped around him, and for a moment, it felt like he was drowning.

But then, slowly, painfully, he swam his way back to the surface, his breaths shallow and ragged.

It took every ounce of strength he had to drag himself out of bed. His legs felt heavy as he stumbled down the hall to the payphone in his apartment building.

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The phone rang at an unusual hour...

Wildblood answered to hear Zussman’s unsteady voice on the other end. Without hesitation, Wildblood came over.

The knock at Zussman’s door came sooner than he expected. When he opened it, Wildblood stood there. He didn’t ask questions, didn’t demand explanations.

"They came back, huh..." Wildblood talked, almost to himself. Almost if he already knew the problem.

Wildblood sat down beside him on the worn couch, close but not too close, letting his presence speak louder than words. He didn’t try to fix anything, didn’t offer empty reassurances. He just stayed, grounding beside Zussman.

-----

The minutes stretched into hours. Wildblood stayed through the night, his steady breathing became a quiet anchor in the silence. Zussman followed its rhythm and tried to control his own breathing.

Deep in his heart, Zussman cursed his own weakness. He always want to look tough, strong. Yet the toughness wall inside him crumbled, leaving this hollow and desperate soul trapped in his vessel. He barely could hold the water that almost fell from his eyes.

And it wasn't a good sight. He hated it. This wasn't a side he wanted to show.

So as soon as Zussman felt his heart steady, he mustered some strength to raise.

"I think it's gone now." Zussman whispered, forcing himself to smile.

"Are you sure?" Wildblood didn't believe him.

"I'm fine." Zussman's voice started to sound normal. "Sorry, I maybe overreacted. I just bothered you."

"It's kinda too late for that." Wildblood tried to sound grumpy, but he just tried to make a joke. "For God sakes, you can always ask me for help and don't ever mention it."

"Don't get used to this." Zussman smiled, his voice low and hoarse. "Won't happen again."

"You better." Wildblood raised and stood. "Won't you just continue the meds? It really helps me, you can..."

"Brick, It's all right, really." Zussman cut his sentences. "I'm fine, you can leave."

Wildblood looked like he was thinking of something, but then just muttered, "All right then..."

Both of them then walked towards the door.

Before reaching the door, Wildblood offered a small, reassuring smile. “I’ll come by later today, check on you.”

As the man walked away. Zussman realized that deep down he didn't want Wildblood to leave him. He was the one who was there on his lowest. They already saw each other's breaking point.

Zussman was there to hug the stoic Wildblood when he was screaming in desperation, while Wildblood was there to hold the tough guy Zussman's hand when he was shivering from the thought of die alone.

Why would he feel embarrassed for being vulnerable?

What else do I need to hide from him? Zussman words ringing inside him like a bell.

“Brick…” The words came out hesitant, almost a whisper. "Brick, you don’t have to go."

Zussman's hands reached Wildblood's, stopping him. Wildblood paused, staring Zussman for a moment. Something unspoken passed between them in the quiet room.

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Play this song if you want to, for a mood booster

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So, it's probably nothing But it's been on my mind sometime and I can't let it go I know there's gotta be something That I could say in time, but I can't find the words Keep me, keep me on fire Keep me, keep me on fire Novo Amor - Keep Me

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In that quiet moment, something shifted. Wildblood had always known his feelings for Zussman ran deeper than friendship, but he’d kept them buried, convinced they were one-sided. Being his brother in arms already enough for him.

But now, sitting there in the night until the soft light of dawn crept through the window, hope flickered in his chest.

Maybe, just maybe, he could be more than a friend or brother to Zussman. Perhaps he could be the one to fill the emptiness, to offer warmth and understanding where the world had given cold indifference.

Maybe he could be Zussman’s “rebound girl,” someone to fill the gaping hole and offer him the warmth and understanding he needed.

Maybe he could be the one to hold him through the hard nights, to be there until Zussman found the peace he was searching for.

Or someone new.

Even if Zussman would one day move on, Wildblood was willing to be there until that day came.

--------

Zermatt, Switzerland, July 1952

"What're you thinking?" Zussman's low voice disrupted his mind.

Startled, Wildblood blinked and turned to face the man beside him. The warm sunlight played across Zussman’s face, highlighting the lines etched by time and hardship.

“Nothing…” Wildblood replied, a smile tugging at his lips.

Zussman’s mouth twitched into a smirk. “You're a terrible liar.”

Wildblood chuckled, "Just... good memories.”

He glanced at the breathtaking view before them—the towering peaks of the Mountain Alps, as the sun shimmered between the clouds.

But it wasn’t the mountains that held his attention, not really.

Who would’ve thought?

It was 1952, and here he was in Switzerland, standing beside the man who held his heart for years: Robert Zussman.

Who would’ve thought that what had started as a desperate bid to help a broken friend would lead to this?

Zussman’s “rebound girl,” as Wildblood had jokingly called himself, had become something far more. The relationship they're hold onto now was the longest they've ever had.

What began as support and comfort in the aftermath of war had grown into something undeniable, something neither of them could let go of.

Wildblood glanced at Zussman again.

The man beside him now had found pieces of himself again, pieces Wildblood had feared might be lost forever. It took a lot of restless days and nights, but now the storm had passed.

Zussman never had a panic attack anymore.

The nightmares had still come by from time to time, but it hadn't bothered him too much. They were there to embrace each other.

Their relationship wasn’t perfect—far from it. They had fought through waves of doubt and fear, wrestling with questions neither of them had answers to. They had learned to navigate a world that still didn’t understand or accept what they shared.

But through it all, they knew they'll survive together.

Wildblood’s feelings for Zussman had always burned steady and true, like embers glowing quietly in the dark. Over time, though, Zussman’s own feelings had caught up, growing in strength until they burned brighter than either of them could have imagined.

It wasn’t just love. It was trust, companionship, and the quiet certainty that with this person, you didn’t have to hide.

Wildblood had fallen first, but it was Zussman who fell harder.

“So.” Zussman broke the silence again, his smirk now a full grin. “Who’s ready for the Alps?”

[irish-coffee97]

Irish Coffee #6 (5-1-1997)

perdon por la calidad, nose que paso aaaaa

omg sorry for the quality, idk what happend here aaaa

Irish Coffee made a demostration: if you put a cross in a picture of Averna, it'll set on fire. But since Irish is a magician, no one still believes that the candidate is a vampire.

Gino: Sake really got mad telling him that Averna is a vampire, thinking we were playing a prank on him, what do we do now, Irish?

Irish: Do what with what?

Gino: With... this story. Don't tell me it doesn't upset you that a vampire could be president.

Irish: Why? There could be more night life. He can turn immortal to those who bites, can you imagine a place of immortals, Gino? Now that's a First World thing! Plus, if Averna wins the elections, we can put garlic in front of the House and maybe we don't get more taxes

Gino: You think so?

Irish: I don't know, Gino, don't fuck with me, there's nothing we can do. Well, I'm leaving now, I told my girlfriend I'd be home early

Gino: ...Clarita? You told Clarita Waters that you'd be early?

Irish: ...yeah

Gino: Alright then, tell her I say Hi, will you remember?

Irish: Yes, sure, tomorrow I'll call you and maybe we could grab another coffee.

Gino: snif... (Clarita... Clarita... if only Irish knew she's the woman that I loved the most in my life)

___

Police: DONT MOVE!!

Irish: Clari, it's me girl!

Clarita: I'm in the washroom, I'll be there!

Irish: Cla... ri- What is it that you have on?

Clarita: Don't make that face, silly. It's a Urban Seller from Peripheral Neighborhood-style dress, what? You don't like it?

Irish: Well, sorry but... when someone comes back home one expects to see something else

Next Sunday: Bloody Zapping

while "mi mujer" usually is synonym with "wife" later it does specify that Clarita is Irish's girlfriend, so i'll translate like that

[abandoned-mars]

humanstuck names + more ! :]

john - ivan greenfield; korean/english; comic book store employee + shifty mom & pop restaurant waiter/support staff

rose - lavender buchanan; vietnamese/dominican?; sells custom clothes on depop + nsfw tumblr writer/artist

dave - dominic santiago; puerto rican/dominican; audio tech store employee + local club dj + aspiring rapper

jade - dahlia flores; pacific islander; unemployed, works for family farm

aradia - gabriella diamanté; japanese/mexican; texas road house type restaurant kitchen expo/dishwasher

tavros - antonio ‘tony’ noquez; spanish; works at dad’s animal shelter

sollux - niko park; korean; probably unemployed or sells nfts or some shit

karkat - donnie santos; black/colombian; mexican restaurant busboy + movie theatre employee

nepeta - june bernard; french/irish (white); dairy queen employee lol + volunteers @ pet shelter

kanaya - harper norris; african; sells custom clothes

terezi - quinn nephus; greek/italian (white); unemployed

vriska - viktoria ‘vikki’ huffman; russian (white); rue 21 cashier (is about to be fired)

equius - sterling rudd; black/native american?; training to be a mechanic at dad’s auto shop

gamzee - jordan scott; black/mixed; little caesar’s cook

eridan - cory reynolds; russian/scottish (white); unemployed

feferi - josephine galette; black/indian?; diner waitress + volunteers @ pet shelter

jane - janet greenfield; korean/english; pastry shop employee

roxy - macy buchanan; vietnamese/black; shitty dive bar bartender

dirk - diego santiago; puerto rican/dominican; burger king window worker/cook

jake - fletcher flores; pacific islander; texas roadhouse waiter + works on family farm

hal - alex santiago; puerto rican/dominican; thrift store cashier + furry tumblr artist

damara - anastasia ‘ana’ hoshi; japanese/mexican/filipino; hotel maid + fancy-ish restaurant waitress

rufioh - richard ‘richie’ noquez jr.; spanish; works at dad’s pet shelter + grocery store bagger

mituna - tatum ‘tate’ park; korean/welsh?; pizza delivery boy + aspiring twitch streamer

kankri - marcus santos; colombian/egyptian; diner waiter

meulin - lauren ‘laurie’ bernard; french/irish (white); coffee shop barista + tumblr writer/artist

porrim - elle norris; african; high end fashion store employee

latula - presley nephus; greek/italian (white); bowling alley attendant + dive bar bar back

aranea - leah huffman; white; restaurant hostess + interning at mom’s job

horuss - kade rudd; black/native american; dad’s auto shop mechanic + welder

kurloz - jesse scott; mixed; mexican restaurant dishwasher/cook + drug dealer

cronus - trent reynolds; white; works at dad’s company

meenah - natasha galette; black; new wave fashion store + aspiring hair braider

handmaid - hanna hoshi; japanese; house cleaner

summoner - richard ‘rich’ noquez sr.; spanish; owns the local pet shelter + personal trainer

psiioniic - jonathon park; korean; data entry manager + fixes computers for extra money

signless - derrick santos; colombian; preacher/missionary?

disciple - lizette bernard; irish; elementary school teacher

dolorosa - rosa norris; african; interior decorator?

redglare - monroe nephus; greek; lawyer

mindfang - marina huffman; russian; runs her own business (it’s a cover up for some illegal shit)

darkleer - darius rudd; native american, owns an auto shop + army weapons coordinator

ghb - grant scott; black; club bouncer

dualscar - dylan reynolds; russian; chief of surgery at hospital?

hic - cora galette; black; ceo of large cooperation (somewhat in cohorts with marina + dylan)

dad - david greenfield; white; 9-5 sales businessman

mom - lorelei buchanan; vietnamese; retired (used to be a scientist but found the cure to something and retired at like 35)

bro - drew santiago; dominican; club bouncer/dj/bartender + drug dealer + probably has an only fans

grandpa - jake flores; pacific islander; retired air force

calliope - caroline ‘callie’ umbridge; mixed; librarian assistant + stage manager at local theatre

caliborn - caleb umbridge; mixed; unemployed (reddit sub moderator)

i might go back and edit some of these bcus im not in love w all of them but i also don’t give a fuck abt most of them

[paint-n-thinner]

so she actually made of root beer  because ( brings out comically large straw )

KONA AIN'T DRINKABLE !!

And she's actually based on irish coffee!

[brookston]

Holidays 8.11

Holidays

Alcatraz Day

Annual Medical Check-Up Day

Border Guard Day (Turkmenistan)

Brother's Day

Builder’s Day (Former USSR Nations)

Burry Man Parade Day (Scotland)

Cheech and Chong Day (San Antonio, Texas)

Chris Hemsworth Day

Constitution Day (Anguilla)

Day of the Latvian Freedom Fighters (Latvia)

Deimos and Phobos Discovery Day (Moons of Mars)

Dog Days of Summer end

811 Day

Fair Day (Puck Fair, Day 2; Ireland)

Festival of Happy Feet

Fiesta de Santa Clara (New Mexico)

Flag Day (Pakistan)

Freethinkers Day

Gay Uncles Day (a.k.a. Guncles Day)

Global Kinetic Sand Day

Green Bay Packers Day

Health Center Staff Appreciation Day

Heroes' Day (Zimbabwe)

Hip Hop Celebration Day

Hug a Tiny Day

Ingersoll Day

Inula Day (French Republic)

Koomu Alezer’i (Elder Scrolls)

Mountain Day (Japan)

National Align Your Teeth Day

National Canine Companion Graduation Day

National Day of Civic Hacking

National Face Mask Day

National Hip Hop Day

National Minority Day (Pakistan)

National Safe Digging Day

Navy Day (Bulgaria)

Nutritionist Day (Mexico)

Play in the Sand Day

Presidential Joke Day

Roller Rink Day

Son’s and Daughter’s Day

SOS Day

Veterinary Workers Day (Ukraine)

Watts Riots Anniversary Day (Los Angeles)

WIT Brag Day

World Krill Day

World Steelpan Day (Trinidad & Tobago)

Food & Drink Celebrations

International Fufu Day

National Bakewell Tart Day (UK)

National Instant Coffee Day

National Panini Day

National Raspberry Bombe Day

National Raspberry Tart Day

Independence & Related Days

Balochistan (from UK, 1947) [unrecognized]

Chad (from France, 1960)

Ebenthal (Declared; 2014) [unrecognized]

Penang (Ceded to the British by Rajah of Kedah; 1786)

2nd Sunday in August

Bagel Day [2nd Sunday]

Children’s Day (Chile) [2nd Sunday]

Day of Cantabria (Spain) [2nd Sunday]

Father’s Day (Brazil, Samoa) [2nd Sunday]

Gay Uncles Day [2nd Sunday]

Melon Day (Turkmenistan) [2nd Sunday]

National Day [2nd Sunday]

Spirit of ’45 Day [2nd Sunday]

Victory Day (Rhode Island) [2nd Sunday]

V-J Day (a.k.a. Victory Day) [2nd Sunday]

Weekly Holidays beginning August 11 (2nd Full Week of August)

Feeding Pets of the Homeless Week (thru 8.17) [2nd Week]

National Health Center Week (thru 8.17) [2nd Week]

National Resurrect Romance Week (thru 8.17) [2nd Full Week]

National Smile Week (thru 8.17) [2nd Full Week]

Festivals Beginning August 11, 2024

Beacon Sloop Club Corn Festival (Beacon, New York)

Bludfest (Milton Keynes, United Kingdom)

Carytown Watermelon Festival (Richmond, Virginia)

Comiket [Comic Market] (Tokyo, Japan) [thru 8.12]

Czech Heritage Festival (Bechyn, Minnesota)

Hugo Awards (Glasgow, Scotland)

Italian American Festival (Akron, Ohio) [thru 8.13]

Kadayawan Festival (Davao City, Philippines) [thru 8.18]

Montrose Blueberry Festival (Montrose, Michigan) [thru 8.18]

Oslo Jazzfestival (Oslo, Norway) [thru 8.17]

Feast Days

Alexander the Charcoal-Burner (Christian; Martyr)

Alex Haley (Writerism)

Ancestor Day III (Pagan)

Andre Dubus II (Writerism)

Athracht (a..k.a. Attracta or Araght; Christian; Saint & Virgin)

Blaan (a.k.a. Blane; Christian; Saint)

Byron (Positivist; Saint)

Clare of Assisi (Christian; Saint)

Clare Foley Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Claude Joseph Vernet (Artology)

Day Honoring Oddudua (a.k.a. Mother of All Gods; Santeria)

Don Freeman (Artology)

Enid Blyton (Writerism)

Equitius (Christian; Saint)

Fiacre (Christian; Saint)

Gaugericus (a.k.a. Gery; Christian; Saint)

Gerard of Gallinaro and His Companions (Christian)

Great Quackini (Muppetism)

Jim Lee (Artology)

John Henry Newman (Church of England)

Leila (Christian; Saint & Virgin)

Mick Foley Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Morris Weiss (Artology)

Philomena (Christian; Saint)

Puck Fair (Irish Fertility Festival; Everyday Wicca)

Rakish Bandhan 2022 (Hindusim) [Last day of Śrāvaṇa]

Rum Quaffing Day (Pastafarian)

Sidhe (Place of Peace; Celtic Book of Days)

Susanna (Christian; Saint)

Taurinus of Évreux (Christian; Saint)

Tiburtius and Chromatius (Christian; Martyrs)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Fortunate Day (Pagan) [32 of 53]

Prime Number Day: 223 [48 of 72]

Tomobiki (友引 Japan) [Good luck all day, except at noon.]

Premieres

The Abyss (Film; 1989)

Advise and Consent, by Allen Drury (Novel; 1959)

After Dark, My Sweet, by Jim Thompson (Novel; 1955)

Almost Human (TV Series; 2013)

American Graffiti (Film; 1973)

Atypical (TV Series; 2017)

C’est Chic, by Chic (Album; 1978)

Childhood's End, by Arthur C. Clarke (Novel; 1953)

Corduroy, by Don Freeman (Children’s Book; 1968)

Dangerous Minds (Film; 1995)

Danny Deckchair (Film; 2004)

Doug (Animated TV Series; 1991)

Down to Earth, by Jimmy Buffett (Album; 1970)

Food for Feeding’ (Disney Cartoon; 1950)

Free Ride, by The Edgar Winter Group (Song; 1973)

A Hard Day’s Night (Beatles US Film; 1964)

The Harmony of the World, by Paul Hindemith (Opera; 1957)

Henpecked (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1930)

Hey, Soul Sister, by Train (Song; 2009)

His Better Elf (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1958)

His Hare Raising Tale (WB LT Cartoon; 1951)

Hypnotic Eyes (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1933)

Le Freak, by Chic (Song; 1978)

I Left My Heart in San Francisco, by Tony Bennett (Song; 1962)

In This Corner (and Other Corners) of the World (Anime Film; 2017)

The Life of Emile Zola (Film; 1938)

The Magicians, by Lev Grossman (Novel; 2009)

Need You Know, by Lady Antebellum (Song; 2009)

Orphan’s Benefit (Disney Cartoon; 1934)

Party in the U.S.A., by Miley Cyrus (Song; 2009)

Pete’s Dragon (Film; 2016)

Popeye Makes a Movie (Fleischer/Famous Popeye Cartoon; 1950)

Puppet Love (Fleischer/Famous Popeye Cartoon; 1944)

The Psychedelic Experience, by Timothy Leary (Science Book; 1964)

The Ren & Stimpy Show (Animated TV Series; 1991)

The Replacements (Film; 2000)

Rugrats (Animated TV Series; 1991)

Runaway Brain (Disney Cartoon; 1995)

The Screwdriver (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1941)

Step Up (Film; 2006)

There Was an Old Lady Who Swallowed a Fly, by Pam Adams (Children’s Book; 1973)

3:47 EST, by Klaatu (Album; 1976)

Two-Headed Giant (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1939)

The View (TV Talk Show; 1997)

A Walk in the Clouds (Film; 1995)

What If…? (Animated TV Series; 2021)

You Beat Me To the Punch, by Mary Wells (Song; 1962)

Today’s Name Days

Klara, Susanna (Austria)

Jasminka, Jasna, Klara, Suzana (Croatia)

Zuzana (Czech Republic)

Herman (Denmark)

Sanna, Sanne, Susanna, Suusi (Estonia)

Sanna, Sanni, Susanna, Susanne (Finland)

Claire, Gilberte, Suzanne (France)

Klara, Susanne (Germany)

Efpious (Greece)

Tiborc, Zsuzsanna (Hungary)

Chiara, Lelia, Susanna (Italy)

Liega, Olga, Zita (Latvia)

Klara, Ligija, Visalgas, Visvilė, Zuzana (Lithuania)

Tarald, Torvald (Norway)

Aleksander, Herman, Ligia, Lukrecja, Włodzimierz, Włodziwoj, Zula, Zuzanna (Poland)

Zuzana (Slovakia)

Clara, Susana (Spain)

Susanna (Sweden)

Susanna (Ukraine)

Laila, Layla, Leila, Leilani, Lela, Lelia, Nayeli (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 224 of 2024; 142 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 7 of Week 32 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Coll (Hazel) [Day 9 of 28]

Chinese: Month 7 (Ren-Shen), Day 8 (Ding-Wei)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 7 Av 5784

Islamic: 5 Safar 1446

J Cal: 14 Purple; Sevenday [14 of 30]

Julian: 29 July 2024

Moon: 41%: Waxing Crescent

Positivist: 27 Dante (8th Month) [Byron]

Runic Half Month: As (Gods) [Day 4 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 53 of 94)

Week: 2nd Full Week of August

Zodiac: Leo (Day 21 of 31)

[thatoneandlonelyemo2005]

A quick head cannon of modern au for Newsies

Albert and Finch love to read books!

Albert is a big comic book fan and thanks to @emmedoesntdomath she suggested that Albert would be the type of guy to get that one specific comic that's worth a good chunk of money and I soul hardly agree with that

Finch gives me poetry vibes but more than often he can read anything (not me self projecting) he also vibes with Edgar Poe

They have these nights on every Friday where Albert and Finch just sit and read. It's like their date nights but not at the same time

Sometimes they'll sit together or other times they'll be on opposite sides of the room. They'll have candles going to make it smell like fall and sometimes soft music will be playing

Then one night Race comes in, he totally forgot about their nights and he had a really bad day and nothing is going right. So he walks in already telling Albert about his day but freezes to see Finch with a book of Irish love poems and Albert with his new addition of Spider-Man.

Finch sits with his feet on the coffee table and Albert is leaning on him, they look at Race and Race looks back at them

He's already stuttering an apology but both of the two tell him it's alright. Albert then sets his latest addition down and comes over or give Race and hug because even he has his bad days.

Race goes to leave but Albert stops him asking if he would like to read with them. Race is just dumbfounded "Oh, I don't know Albert, it's your date night"

"Nonsense!" Albert then rushes back to their bookshelf and grab something he'll think Race will like. He comes back and hands Race "Zita The Spacegirl", "Reading always takes my mind off of things. So maybe it could help you!"

Finch laughs at Albert and pats the space next to him on his left and Race tries to leave again muttering some stupid and false excuse but Albert takes his hand and now he's on the couch. It's not like he couldn't read, it was just... hard for him. But he was gonna give it a try since he's here.

And oh boy did he love it.

How could this cute art style wrap around his mind, the story was amazing and the characters were something that Race didn't know he needed in his life.

So now every last Friday of every Month Race joins them. He goes through all of their graphic novels and now he even buys them to share with Albert. ( he now has his own space on the book shelf)

Albert also let's him read his comic books because he know he can trust Race and Finch has showed him Green Glass House and Race was already hooked on page one of this murder mystery.

Albert and Finch didn't mind that Race came bursting through the door that one day, they do enjoy the company and plus they still get their date nights so with another person added they all read together on every last Friday of the month.

[justtrashperson]

CRIME AU MASTERPOST They are in the order of the most newest post to the oldest.

REMINDER THIS AU IS STILL ONGOING!!

ART | Happy Face (RT)

ART | Chemical Overreaction (Sean)

ART | Sean Shimeji WIP

TEXT | Unknown diagram

ASK | "Do you Blame Yourself?"

FIC | Spilt coffee confessions (Brock, Evan)

DOODLES | Greed Design - Draft

TEXT | Crime AU explanation 2.0

DOODLES/COMIC | Icarus (Pride, Envy)

TEXT | ‘Champions’ tease

DOODLES | Unknowns Shitpost

COMIC/TEXT | Leaving pt.1 | pt 2 | Explanation (Brian, Medical Section)

DOODLES | Irish Lads Shitpost

DOODLES | Pose Practice (Pride, Envy, Wrath)

ANIMATIC | Dirty - Grandson (WIP) (Septic centric)

ASK | Jschlatt Crime AU

DOODLES | Sean and Schlatt

DOODLES | Tag Yourself (Irish Lads)

DOODLES | Half-Canon doodles

PLAYLIST| ‘We’re Only Pawns” (Collabed with Kiesha)

ASK | Wilbur’s reaction (RT)

ASK | Spiff and RT’s Dynamic

COMIC | Spiff’s Reaction (RT)

ART | Unknowns Design pt.1 (Pride, Envy, Wrath)

DOODLES | Wilbur, Techno, and Wrath

ASK | Nogla is Wrath?

DOODLES | Pride and Envy Doodles

FIC | Sneak Peak Evan Fic

DOODLES | Pride, Envy, Wilbur

FIC | Lone Star Fic

ASK | If Brian and Nogla are also Criminals

DOODLES | Spiff and Vanoss

DOODLES REQ | RT doing crimes

ASK | ending of Lone Star

DRABBLE | regret

ASK | Who knows nogla’s title and the lads reactions

ASK | One and not three rotten apples, right?

ASK | Knowing each other

ASK | Reason for killing

DOODLES/COMIC | Agent Clover ‘Rage’

DOODLES | Agent Vanoss

ASK | Hiding Identity and Reveal

ASK | Crime Trio Motives

COMIC | Victim (Septic)

ASK | The Rage title (Nogla)

ASK | Brian’s Injuries and scars

DOODLES | Spiff, Brian and Arson

ART | Crime trio design

ART | Dumb and Dumber design

TEXT | Brian’s robot parts

DOODLES | Nogla and Kevin

DOODLES | Brian and Dan

TEXT | Crime Au Introduction