#lurch lurkins

[aimsarte]

Barb and Lurch Lurkins doodles (mostly)!

[wholefruity]

Based off that one comic.

[perchwife]

convinced these two are trying to kill eachother like some Spy vs Spy antics

[armorabs]

ok i need to adjust my reporters headcanons real quick 

we have three confirmed stations in the comics - OUS network, station C-NMNE, and bbn-tv. and then there’s the bikini bottom inquirer.

so like bbn-tv clearly stands for bikini bottom news television OR bikini bottom network television but i think bbn standing for bikini bottom news makes more sense especially when the main news channel used in the show is typically bikini bottom news.

anyways bbn-tv has bbn as it’s news segment with lisa landy (incidental 95) as it’s primary anchorwoman, purple perch perkins as it’s primary field reporter, tom trout (incidental 6) as his camera man, and... gale doppler on the weather

station c-nmne has sea. n.n. (sea news network) as it’s news segment with johnny e. mctrout (realistic fish head) as it’s primary anchorman, orange perch used to work at sea. n. n. as the field reporter but then he left for OUS network, now mack mackerel is it’s primary field reporter, nat peterson (incidental 41) as his camera man ... and i guess green perch perkins on the weather? not sure who else could be on the weather :P

OUS network isn’t a news channel and does not have a news segment, but it has the bikini bottom inquirer - which is a late-night talk show hosted by orange perch perkins and lurch lurkins

[starscreamfireworks]

BIKINI BOTTOM INQUIRER 3 IS OUT!!!!!!!

and guess who's on the perch phone!!!!!! eheheheh!!!

JUST GOT AROUND TO WATCHING IT !!

one thing i noticed was that last time, the subtitles didn’t fit, so i thought they would be the subtitles for this episode, but nope! so i guess they either scrapped that script because it was accidentally revealed, or it means they have a bunch of different episodes already mapped out. if that IS the case, it means we won’t have any episodes off schedule!

and onto the actual episode, i love Perch just getting fed up with Squilliam at this point lmao. he calls into the news every single day JUST to talk shit about Squidward, and Perch is getting tired of it

the lore with Lurch Lurkins continues… will he find his family, or will Perch forever make jokes at his expense?

[pink-gemss]

EDIT: WOOPS forgot to mention that this takes place in an AU where Spinel escapes after her injector explodes! she lurkin’

Hey y’all! I’m back w my first post in forever oooomg. I am so sorry. But alas! I am in fact still alive, and still raging on main for the crazy baby. This one is kind of short and I’m not super happy with it being that it’s really a drabble rather than anything. However there’s maybe perhaps a part two coming (that I could actually spend more time on. wink wonk)? Let me know what you guys think!

Summary — You wake up one night with the sinking feeling that you aren’t alone, and you sure aren’t ready for what’s about to happen.

Warnings — a yandere-ish(maybe?) evil!Spinel, because I absolutely love how crazy and sporadic she is before Steven poofs her and come on... we all wish Y/N could have been there for Other Friends, so here’s a maybe-perhaps halfway decent thing I came up with to quench some potential thirst.

The corner of the blanket brushed your nose just enough to surprise you into waking up again. The air was cold and it felt stagnant, and you blinked your eyes open irritably to the soft light filtering in from the moonlight outside. As you began to come to terms with the fact that it was simply just not your night tonight, you let out a groan and turned over. It wasn’t fun for anyone—tossing and turning a lot more than you usually would. You just couldn’t seem to relax, and closing your eyes for more than a minute or so wasn’t really helping in the slightest. It was strange to you though because normally after an exhausting day you’d be out like a light. But tonight just felt . . . off.

So finally all you could do was stare at the ceiling in boredom. The clock on the night table beside you read 3:13AM and an awkward pit in your stomach formed at the thought of the witching hour. You weren’t really crazy into superstitions, but something about this hour in the night was enough to put anyone off at least just a little bit. It was just . . . the time of night where absolutely no one was out and about, right?

Regardless, your mood changed once this realization dawned on you. You couldn’t deny that a weird feeling now filled the air and you weren’t sure what to do with yourself. You wanted to sleep, but boredom was starting to really take effect and so you decided to sit up so you could go grab a cup of water or something of the sort.

That was your first mistake. But whether you did it or not, it definetely wouldn’t have made a difference.

There was a dark mass against the wall that you hadn’t noticed when you went to sleep earlier. At first glance you thought it was just the pile of clothes on the chair in the corner of your room or something, but a pair of piercing magenta orbs seemingly appeared out of thin air and they immediately told you otherwise.

It was a struggle to see it clearly at first, but it really didn’t take long for things to completely unravel after that. Because you quickly realized that it was someone standing in the corner of your room. A bright grin reflected in the soft light and a gentle purr rumbled from her throat.

“Hi, dollface.”

Without so much as a second to think, you lurched up and out from under the covers in an effort to move as far away from her as quickly as you could. But she was quicker.

Her hand shot out from her body and reached all the way across the room to you in the blink of an eye. Before you even had the chance to shriek, her gloved hand had clasped around your jaw and Spinel had already started her approach. The gem pushed you back against the headboard and as she did so, you could finally catch a glimpse of her form illuminated by the soft moonlight. You had heard so much about her before, and now here she was. She had a wide, crooked smile on her face and her eyes went from menacing and teasing to simply interested and playful and back again. She chuckled through gritted teeth and the rings in her eyes nearly had you spinning even from this distance. It was sporadic, hectic, and certainly would have been extremely confusing had you not been so focused on the intense feeling of her fingers digging into the meat of your cheeks.

The gem in question stretched the rest of the way to your bed and you could practically feel every fiber of your being screaming with the fight-or-flight response. Everything you had ever heard about her—the destruction she left behind and the terror she inflicted upon the Crystal Gems and all the other residents of Beach City—all of it came rushing back to you in just a few seconds. And now you were here, face-to-face with the monster that had previously caused so much unnecessary pain on everyone around you for something Pink Diamond did—everyone but you.

Until tonight that is.

“Well, aren’t you just a cutie,” She hissed lowly, slinking up to you and coiling her free arm around yours in the meantime, “You’re Steven’s friend, aren’t ‘cha? Gotta say, I’m a little surprised I haven’t seen you around until now. He never mentioned you before.”

Spinel’s accent sent a shiver down your spine as her voice slowly dropped into something similar to a low growl. The feeling of her skin brushing against yours as she climbed overtop of you was enough to make your stomach pang. Her heated stare raked over the details of your appearance and she continued to bare her teeth in a toothy grin. She yanked you closer to her form and you fell back down onto the mattress from your original place against the headboard with a short yelp. Out of reflex, your hands shot up to grab her wrist in a feeble attempt to pull her off of your jaw, but it only seemed to prompt her to squeeze a little harder.

By now Spinel was simply giddy and terrifying at the same time, slowly inching down so her face was closer to yours and chuckling in a tone that gave you goosebumps. And now that she was straddling you, she was able to lean forward so her form could cast a dark shadow over your paling face. The wild look in her eyes was more than enough to dig a crater of fear into your stomach and you couldn’t hold her intense gaze for more than a mere few seconds. However when you opted to turn your head away and squeeze your eyes shut, her arm had locked in place and her grip on your jaw tightened instead.

Through the haze of dreadful apprehension, you hadn’t realized that your own hands had locked onto her wrist in a death grip as if it would do something useful. Spinel didn’t seem to notice either, she was too focused on that pretty face—all twisted with apprehension. She honestly couldn’t tell for herself whether she liked it or not either. So in order to at least make an attempt to soothe you, she brought her free hand to the side of your face and gently traced her thumb over your cheek. Something in her twisted slightly when you flinched at the sudden touch—was it hurt? It was no secret to herself that she didn’t necessarily enjoy scaring people and other gems, but . . . This situation was different. She had to do this in order to get her message across.

Her voice started with a low giggle, “What’s wrong, honey?”

Images of Beach City’s healing began to flash through your memory. You weren’t here for Spinel’s initial attack, no. But you saw the physical aftermath and the effect it had on every one of its inhabitants—gem and human alike. It was a nightmare. Not only had the population needed immediate rescuing, but the entire planet almost went with it. Steven had managed to save and restore everything, but the gaping scar in the earth before the lighthouse was enough to keep everyone wondering about where and when the volatile pink gem would strike next.

And now it was here—with you.

Spinel had nearly exterminated an entire planet in less than two days. She threatened the lives of hundreds in the immediate area, and now she was here. In your room. With her hand gripping your chin and a sickeningly sweet smile across her face.

You were quiet for a long few moments before she decided that she’d had enough of that. Without warning, she released her hold on your jaw and her arm had slinked down to your middle instead. All you could do was squeeze your eyes shut and stifle the beating of your heart to keep it from bursting out of your chest, as if any of it would block what was happening in realtime. You could tell she was leaning closer to you now, and when she spoke again the closeness was more than enough to startle you all over again. She was hovering mere inches from the side of your face and whispered, “Aw, come on now. I’m not that ugly, am I, [Name]?”

Your name. Spinel knows your name.

You were quiet again and now you knew that she didn’t seem thrilled about it. Her tone was still gentle with you however, “You can look at me, doll. I’m not really gonna hurt you.” The gem’s opposing arm drew away from caressing your face and instead she brought her fingers into the crook of your neck. She was gently angling your head up so she could get a good look at you and it almost made you inwardly curl into a ball when you finally made eye-contact, “If you just listen.”

As you searched her eyes you could see there was a sort of calmness about her now—her wild stare had faded into a gentle gaze and her nose and brows weren’t scrunched anymore. She finally let go of your chin and opted to use that hand to stroke your cheek with her thumb instead. Spinel let out a quiet purr when she spoke again, “Hm,” then she giggled again in that same sickening tone, “Thats better.”

[tyranttortoise]

Happy Birthday, Whisper!

Heeeeeyyy, today is @with-a-whisper‘s birthday, and I love her. <3   So enjoy a quick drabble.  Most of it’s under a cut.  I know mobile’s kinda been wonky with those lately.

Swapfell Papyrus / Reader ( SFW )

"hey darlin'.  what'll it be tonight?  another rum and coke, hold the rum?"

You can't help but grin as you slide onto the bar seat of you new favorite restaurant and prop your arms on the bar.  You had stumbled across this place by accident one day, when you were lost on the monster side of the city and ducked inside to both get your bearings and satisfy your growling stomach.  

You never expected it to be run entirely by skeleton monsters.

It had been an interesting evening, with enough excitement to bring you back on a weekly basis.  Of course, besides the entertainment that came from their strong personalities both clashing yet somehow seamlessly working together, one skeleton in particular had caught your eye.

Rus.

"Not tonight," you smugly claim and pull out your ID between two fingers.  Leaning over the bar in excitement, you inform him, "It's my birthday."

He plucks the ID from your fingers and studies it for a moment -- giving you a chance to study him.  He wore a crisp, black dress shirt and slacks, though the top button of his shirt has been left undone and his sleeves are rolled to expose his forearms..  Both his suspenders and his loose tie are a dark orange, the same color as the bright embers glowing within his eyesockets.  

His eyes flick up from your ID just in time to catch you staring, and his lazy smirk quirks up.  "finally old enough by human standards to see my magic at work.  congrats on another year of livin'."  He hand the plastic card back to you, and you quirk a brow.  That's a strange way to put it.

"Is that the monster way of saying happy birthday?"

"it is where i'm from," he replies simply, already in the process of gathering supplies behind the bar.  "ok, i'm gonna go easy on ya the first drink, see what you like."

"I can handle whatever you can dish out," you reply in challenge, which causes him to chuckle.

"sure, but it's no fun if you're sloppy drunk off the first one."

You watch him mix the drink, his fingers deftly moving.  He's wearing fingerless gloves, but from what you've been able to tell, the palms have a special grip to them to give him better grip on the glasses.  It allowed him to do his tricks with ease; he tosses a bottle behind his back with one hand, and then catches it with the other, all without ever taking his eyes off the task at hand.  

"Show-off," you mutter fondly, and he winks.

"whatever gets me tips."

On more than one occasion, you've come in to find money stuffed into the waistband of his pants or down the collar of his shirt.  You didn't realize so many people would be attracted to a skeleton monster, but he draws quite the crowd -- especially on ladies' night.  

As he directs that killer, carefree grin your way, slides the glass toward you, and leans in close over the bar, you realize that you're lopped right in there with them with wanting to jump his literal bones.  A warm flush creeps to your cheeks before you've even had a single sip.  

"it's a magic mojito."

"What's in it?" you question, picking up the glass and giving it a quick sniff.  It's minty in a subtle kind of way. Upon closer inspection, you also realize that the drink is faintly glowing; at first, you had thought it was just a trick of the low lighting at the bar.

"rum, syrup, mint, lime, and sea tea.  give it a sip."

Sea tea?  You've never heard of it, so maybe that explains the glow.  Holding his gaze, you lift the glass and take a long sip.  You can't taste the alcohol, but if you had to describe the drink, it would be cool and refreshing.  

"It's not what I expected," you admit as you lower the glass.  "But it's tasty."

"not much alcohol in that one, but don't worry, we're just gettin' started."  He smirks, turning to grab another bottle and then reach beneath the bar for more supplies.  You sip on your drink, enjoying the taste.

He mixes two liquids together, pours them into another canister, and then tosses it into the air.  It doesn't fall, instead levitating with a soft blue glow around it, turning end-over-end while he waves his finger in a lazy circle.  Your eyes light up at the display; you've seen him use magic plenty since you've started coming here and watching him work, but it never ceases to impress you.  

With a cocky smirk, he snaps his fingers and the shaker cracks open over the glass.  The concoction inside is a swirl of blue and green.  "murky waters," he clarifies as he pushes the drink in front of you.  As an afterthought, he garnishes it with a little umbrella that doesn't quite go with the glass but makes you laugh.  

You've finished your mojito, so you exchange your empty glass for the new one. "Yeah, because drinking murky water is really appealing," you quip before you take a sip. Something pops into your mouth from the drink and your eyes widen in surprise.  Your teeth sink into it, and you realize that it seems to be a blueberry with quite the strong taste.

"you never know what's lurkin' in murky waters," Rus comments with an amused chuckle, watching your expression carefully.  "in this case, it was a vodka-infused blueberry.  that one's got echoflower wine and crabapple beer, mixed with sours."

You could definitely taste the alcohol in this one.  Well, you did tell him to bring it on and step up his game.  "Now you're just trying to get me drunk," you teasingly accuse, while he just grins and shrugs a shoulder.

"just doin' my job, darlin'."

"How long have you been bartending?" you ask, while you sip this drink at a slower pace than the mojito.  You hadn't eaten much today, so your head is already starting to feel pleasantly buzzed.  

"not long.  jus' since m'lord wanted to open this place up."  You quirk a brow at the term m'lord.  You've met the owner of the establishment; he's a short skeleton with a loud mouth and an eye for perfectionism.  

"A relative, right?" you ask for clarification.  From what the friendliest of the waiters, Papyrus, told you, their skeleton crew consisted entirely of family.

"my bro, yeah," Rus nods.  

"And you hadn't bartended before that?"  You're surprised; he's a natural.

"nope.  completely self-taught.  guess it helps that i used to spend a lot of time at a bar.  heh, only then i was watchin' a spider monster sling drinks.  talk about a sleight of hand--she had six."

You'd like to see that, as much as the idea of a giant spider monster kinda-sorta creeps you out.  "Do they still bartend?"

"nah, not here.  they're a baker, i think.  it's not far from here actually, so if you ever see muffet's bakery, head inside.  though... maybe don't mention the bartending thing."  Before you can press him as to why you shouldn't, he leans in on the bar again, and you find yourself leaning forward.  Your second drink is half-gone, and you're feeling pretty damn good right about now.  Why, you're not even embarrassed to be looking him directly in the eyes.  His smirk widens, and your gaze drops to the eye-catching gold fang.  Somehow, that glimmer of gold just makes him seem more appealing.

"I like your gold tooth," you blurt suddenly, catching him by surprise.

Woah, are you drunk?  You're grinning like you're well on your way.  You face feels hot, but you're not completely mortified.

Rus nudges your glass closer to your hand.  "i'll make you all the cocktails ya want if you keep the flattery comin'.  but i'm about to go on a smoke break before m'lord does his rounds.  wanna come?"

One-on-one time with him without a bar between the two of you?  He doesn't have to ask you twice.  Nodding, you knock back the last of your drink and step off the barstool.  The world lurches slightly, and your face tingles a little; alcohol always seems to catch up with people when they first stand up, you've heard.  Rus gestures for you to follow him through the back, which leads through the kitchen, where an chef in a blue uniform is excitedly making entrees.  Another skeleton, about the same build as Rus but clad in an orange chef's jacket.  They both seem surprised to see you walking through with Rus--especially since you've snagged the crook of his elbow in your hand as he guides you through.

"RUS!  YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BRING CUSTOMERS THROUGH HERE!" the one in blue admonishes, though there's no real scold to his tone.  

"sorry, it's a birthday tour.  i've been mixin' birthday drinks, so i'm gonna take a smoke break real quick.  didn't want my little human to get lonely."  

The chef gasps.  "IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY?!  HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HUMAN!  WELL, SINCE IT'S A SPECIAL DAY, I CAN MAKE AN EXCEPTION!!"  

"Thanks!" you call back with a wave; Rus hasn't stopped moving through, so by the time you turn back around, he's guiding you out the back door and into the alley between buildings.  The air is chilly, so you find yourself pressing against his side for warmth.  Thankfully, he doesn't move away.  Instead, he just guides you to the wall and leans against it, fishing a cigarette and lighter from his pockets.

"I think you're the one that wanted the company," you tease, curling your fingers into the fabric of his shirt to warm them.

He lights the tip of his cigarette and it burns a dim purple.  It must be magic, you realize; you've never seen any other cigarette like it.  "caught me.  i gotta admit, it's been nice havin' you come around so much.  gives me somethin' to look forward to."  

He's got a lop-sided smirk with smoke curling between his fangs that makes your heart race.  You're not sure if he's just teasing you or not, but you take it as encouragement to rest your cheek on his shoulder while you watch the cigarette burn between his sharp teeth.  It doesn't smell like normal smoke, either; it has an undercurrent of spice, which is pleasant in the crisp air.

"Do you smoke a lot?" you wonder aloud.

Papyrus glances over at you, the cigarette dangling from his teeth.  He shrugs, though his expression morphs into a sharp-toothed smirk.  "nah, that's you.  smokin' hot."

You watch as smoke curls from between his teeth as he speaks, coming out in little tiny wisps.  The designs it creates are mesmerizing.

"Yeah, right," you snort, though that flush is back to your cheeks.  "What kind of cigarette is that?"  

"it's not like the human ones up here.  it's infused with magic," he explains. "it's not harmful like the human kind... though it's not like those hurt me, either.  i don't exactly have lungs. doesn't mean you don't take my breath away, though."  He tosses in a casual wink that has you blushing even harder and trying to bury your face in his shoulder.  He only chuckles.

"...I'd like to try it."

His eyesockets widen at your announcement, and he cranes his head to get a better look at your face. "didn't take you for a smoker."

"I'm not, but... you said it's not harmful like a human cigarette, right?  So what does it do?"

"hmm... it's just infused with magic," he claims, his index and third fingers coming up to cradle the cigarette between his teeth.  He inhales deeply, then exhales a purple cloud through his fangs.  "i dunno what kind of effect it'd have on a human.  it's mostly just energy to monsters, but this kind is a calming energy."    

"Well?  Can I try it?" you repeat your request, undaunted, and unwind one of your hands from his arm to hold it out to him.  He seems to mull it over for a moment, before he smirks and takes you hand in his, lacing your fingers together.  

"ok. but let's make it interesting... and remember to try not to swallow the smoke."  

You quirk an eyebrow as he takes in a deep inhale, then pulls the cigarette away from his teeth.  He bends down, and his hand moves from yours to cup your cheek and draw your face to his.  You can feel your heart hammering in your chest as your lips touch his teeth-- and he coaxes them apart with his fangs.  

The world spins in a way that has nothing to do with the alcohol.

You feel him blow the smoke directly into your mouth, and you have to remind yourself not to inhale too deeply and swallow.  Instead, you hold the smoke in--which tastes strangely sweet and a little tangy, your gaze half-lidded.  

"now blow it out."

You comply, slowly forcing out a breath and watching purple smoke curl around Papyrus's features.  He smirks, still so close that you can feel the heat of his breath fanning against your face.  "well?"

You pause to assess yourself.  "I don't feel any different, but it tasted nice."

"might be the alcohol." H e shrugs a shoulder, nonplussed.  "wanna see if i taste any better?"

"Wha--"  You barely have time to process the question before he drops the cigarette and grinds it out beneath his shoe, and then moves to slide one hand into your hair and the other around your waist, pulling your body against his.  His teeth press back to your lips, which you instantly part in a surprised gasp, letting his tongue invade.  The coalesced magic that comprises it tastes like sweet, smoky barbeque sauce, and it tingles against your tongue.

Your hands come up to steady yourself, gripping onto his tie.  You've been longing for a chance to kiss him for over a month now -- but even with all the teasing and flirting that's gone on between the two of you, you never realized you'd be making out with the charismatic bartender in the back alley.

You're just drunk enough that you don't care; you're going to take advantage of the situation.  So, you kiss him back with abandon, tangling tongues and pressing your body flat against his.  You even stand on your tip-toes in an effort to get a better angle on the kiss.  

Just as you've moved, pushing him so his back hits the wall behind you in a surprisingly daring maneuver (sober you is either going to be proud of that or mortified), you hear someone clear their throat from the back door.

You jump away, guilty, but Rus's arms don't move.  He tilts his head while you hide your face in his chest.  

"could you maybe not take advantage of people in dark alleys, rus?” a low voice drawls, and you peek to spot the orange-clad chef standing there with a sucker stem bobbing between his teeth.  From his smirk, he seems more amused by the situation than scolding.  

“where’s the fun in that, stretch?”

“i hear you, but blue said to bring the human inside.  he’s got a surprise cooked up.”

Your mortification began to drain at the mention of a surprise.  You pull back, and attempt to straighten Rus’s tie to no avail.  Oh well.  He looks sexier that way.

“thanks darlin’.”  

Shit, you said that out loud.  You’ll never apologize for speaking the truth, so you just grin while he ushers you back into the door Stretch is holding open.  The other skeleton’s eyelights flick over you, and you feel like you’re being Judged, but Birthday You doesn’t give a fuck.

Inside, the blue-clad chef, turns to you with a broad grin.  “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HUMAN!!”  There’s cake and puppydough ice cream on the counter.  The delirious grin that’s been on your face since Rus kissed you widens to the point that your cheeks hurt, and you thank the friendly skeleton and take a bite.  Rus grabs another spoon and helps himself, too.

He elbows you to get your attention, and when you glance up, he’s leaned over, ice cream smeared across his fangs.

“want some, darlin’?”

You elbow him lightly in the ribs and keep eating, while Blueberry exchanges a confused look with Stretch and Rus gives you a shit-eating grin.

[meldacioxhq]

Confusion was a cruel ailment. One moment you had the control, the next it was gone. Loqi had already experienced it – so this time he at least was prepared, as he felt the venom rush through his veins. He staggered back, pushed his blade back into its sheath – and then his mind already was fogged. Unlucky for the huntress next to him – Kimia. She could barely hear a groan before suddenly Loqi was pinning her down on the ground, one hand grabbing for her throat, eyes and mind dazed.

it was still so strange to find those wasps so far away from their usual environment, the darkness had strengthened over the last few months, and it was driving the creatures haywire ... spiracorns stampeding through tunnels, shieldshears venturing away from the water and up to the roadways, even the usually placate anaks were attacking trucks lately. 

everything was so out of whack, there wasn’t no way to try and predict what animals might be lurkin’ round certain areas anymore. no way to guess what sort of daemon might spawn - but those wasps? oh, how she hated them. damned bastards always stayed just out of reach of a sword or polearm - and always dartin’ in behind what foliage was left to hide among ... it had taken her clambering up onto the roof of the truck’s cab to get a shot at the last varmint.

the dull thunk of the killer wasp hitting the browning grass was all the confirmation kim needed - that was the last of them. they could get moving again now. safety on and her firearm holstered, the young woman scuffed the heel of her boot against the roof of the truck’s cabin, two steps forward and she jumped down onto the bed of the truck. another few steps and she jumped out over the tailgate.

a quick skirt around the truck to make sure none of the tyres had been punctured or torn to shreds ... a shallow dent along the front left wheel arch, but nothing that couldn’t be put straight with brute force and ignorance. skipping the last few paces, both of her hands in her back pockets and a grin on her face, kim canted her hips to the side, nudging loqi when she stood alongside him, her toe nudging a dead killer wasp.

‘ how grams’ sister could’ve lived in a place surrounded these things, i’ll never know ... guess y’learn to put up when you’ve got no cho— ’

the rest of her words were lost as a force hit her square in the chest, driving the air from her lungs - her stomach lurched as he feet failed to find purchase and she hit the ground with a thump ... had they missed something? hadn’t her pops and grams always told the other hunters not to trust intel? not to trust first impressions of a fray? that there could always be another hidin’ in the dark? but she’d looked ... she’d scanned the area before clambering down off the truck ... 

ears ringing and the back of her head throbbing, kim tried to catch her bearings - she was flat on her back. something had bowled her over - a coeurl? a sabertusk? but they were ambush animals, they would’ve bitten her by now ... or maybe they had and shock was masking it?

shaking her head, kim tried to roll over - to get her knees under her and get back onto her feet, but something pinned her where she lay - no, someone. 

‘ loqi - the hell’re you playin’ at?! ’

one wrist pinned to the dirt, kim craned her neck when she saw his other hand reach for her throat - hips twisting and back arching, she tried to throw him off - but his knees were planted firmly on the ground either side of her ... what the hell? head whipping to the side, as she felt the tips of his fingers catch on the chain for her tags, kim caught sight of one of the wasps; eyes darting back to loqi’s neck ... no, just his own tags. then to his wrists, no sign of it either. not rainbow pendant. 

nothing to ward off confusion.

‘ loqi! ’ he didn’t see her. he didn’t hear her ... there as no flicker of familiarity in those eyes, just ice. the same eyes she had glared into all the time ago when he’d grabbed her dogtags in meldacio. no no no ... heels digging into the dirt, kim tried again to toss him off, his name tearing at the back of her throat as she tried to rattle some bells of recognition in his head.

the chain dug into the back of her neck when he pulled it tight,  nails scraping at the skin of her neck as it took everything she had to keep her throat just out of reach ... if he managed to pin her down that way,  she had no way to grab her gun or knife, and not enough leverage to toss him off. 

‘ loqi - stop! it’s me! please ... ‘

the last word came out more of a plea than a cry - her free hand cast wide, fingers digging through the dirt for something - anything she could use to her advantage. dried, browning grass? some small sticks and twigs that had been broken in the fray earlier ... nope. 

but then her fingers brushed something cold and solid - straining, kim reached a little further, fingers grasping the rock tight as she swung it up, hitting loqi square on the side of his temple with it. it caught him off guard, enough for kim to twist herself free and scramble away.

rock abandoned in favour of the knife she’d had sheathed on her belt, kim used the truck as a shield. eyes wide, and her head still aching from hitting the ground, the young huntress tried to keep the shake from her grip - unwilling to speak as adrenaline abandoned her.

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Prying newspaper man at the Chum Bucket!

It’s been a while since I’ve drawn a comic, so I wanted to draw something relating to the Chum Gang! (Note: they don’t actually work for the Chum Bucket, they just stick around all the time and refuse to leave.)

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I unlocked the Lurch Lurkins route in the SpongeBob RPG, but I’m pretty sure the ending is non-canonical. :/

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Why does he look so genuinely hurt when he said that? His joy… his radiance… gone…

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This joke didn’t land on me in the way it was intended to when I first saw this scene.

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Bits of some Barb and Lurch episode idea…

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The reason I draw Lurch a little more distantly than Perch is because I headcanon that the news station is what MADE them dress alike in the first place as way to further fuel conflict between the two fish brothers.

When Lurch quit working for the Bikini Bottom Inquirer, he left the television industry completely. Now he works as a newspaper journalist behind the scenes instead. (Part of this headcanon is fueled by the fact I doubt we’ll ever see Lurch as a news caster or in any piece of SpongeBob media again after the Bikini Bottom Inquirer.)

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Lurch posting! ☝️