#tango/jimmy

[uhohbestie]

You May Not Rest Now

🐄 Pairing: Tango/Jimmy

🧟‍♂️ Tags: zombie AU, zombie apocalypse, prequel, angst, crushes, major character death

📖 Summary: Tango is the head researcher, supervising the effects of a cutting-edge vaccine, a role that is currently affording him plenty of time to spend with his favourite research subject as part of the human trial phase.

It's all going well until, abruptly, it's not.

A one-off fic set in the TAMN universe, following the initial infection and the first victims of the zombie outbreak.

📝 Words: 7,699

🔗 Link: Read it on AO3

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“Tango…?”

It’s a familiar voice, one Tango recognizes, and he wrenches his gaze away from Thomas only to feel his heart sink.

“Jimmy,” Tango rasps, swallowing past the lump in his throat, the situation rapidly going from bad to worse. “You have to get out of here.”

“You want me to go back to my room?” Jimmy asks, confused, angling a thumb over his shoulder, motioning back the way he came. He takes a step in closer towards him, guileless, eyes on Tango and nowhere else. “What’s up with the alarms? I’ve been waitin’ for someone to come ‘n explain, but it’s been ages already and all the hallways are empty. Has something gone wrong?”

Tango barely hears a word he’s said, too focused on the way Thomas’ head has snapped up, looking in Jimmy’s direction as he steps into the room. He’s no longer whimpering, instead staring at Jimmy like a coiled predator, with a hunger in his eyes that makes Tango’s blood run cold.

“Jimmy, go!” Tango shouts, and maybe it’s the stress in his tone that finally drags Jimmy into awareness. The other man finally begins to take in the scene that lays before him. His eyes widen as they catch sight of the body near Tango’s feet.

“Is that blood…?”

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Surprise!! We got inspired to write a short one-off Ranchers POV fic set in the TAMN universe. It's about patient zero and the first victim of the outbreak and is short and sweet and a little sad (a lottle sad???), but I feel like that's what you can expect from this AU us at this point ;)

You can read the whole fic in the link below!

You may not rest now, You May Not Rest now (on ao3!)

[zabo-writes]

Bad Boys Fae Bakery Part 1

Tango was feeling tired and sluggish and overall terrible. He was far due for some caffeine. After all, it was only 10 AM. He’d been up all night doing redstone, and he couldn’t very well stop when he was on a roll! This seemed like a good time to check out that cafe Etho was always going on about…

What was it he had said again? “It’s a pretty good cafe, but watch out for those baristas! There’s something going on with them, if you know what I mean.”

Tango nodded solemnly at the cheeky vision of Etho that appeared in his brain.

The “Bad Boys Bakery and Cafe” was quite a sight. The sign appeared to be hand-painted. In a rush. By a blindfolded second grader. Respectfully. The inside was warm and inviting, decorated with some nice lanterns. It seemed nice ish. Tango wasn’t really a decorations type of guy. There was an Etho seated in the corner, Tango gave him a wave.

“Welcome to the Bad Boys Bakery! We’re the Bad Boys, and we make a mean cup of coffee, or whatever you fancy!”

The barista at the counter had fluffy blonde hair and big brown puppy dog eyes. He wore a black leather jacket and dark sunglasses — that was certainly a choice, but Tango thought he pulled it off pretty well. He was pretty cute. Maybe that’s what Etho had been talking about, the thing going on with the baristas. Too charming for their own good.

“Hey there! I’d like whatever has the most caffeine, please and thank you.”

The barista— “Jimmy” according to his name tag— laughed and pulled out a cup and a sharpie. “Okay, okay! I’m picking up what you’re putting down. How’s an iced coffee?”

Tango pretended to think for a second, “Hmmm, I suppose! You’re the expert.”

Jimmy gave him a shy smile. Now, maybe it was the 18 hour fugue state talking, but Tango was starting to think this guy was into him.

“You got it, boss! And can I get your name?”

Already on a name basis? Total score! Or not. Maybe that’s just how coffee shops worked. “The name’s Tango!” He paused, winked, and continued, “of the ‘Tek’ variety.”

The barista looked far too ecstatic for someone taking a name for a coffee order. “TangoTek? Is your name TangoTek?!”

Tango laughed. Maybe his sleep-deprived charms were more effective than he’d thought. “You got it, buddy!”

“Oh my god. Yes! Okay! Thank you. Thank you so much, you have no idea. Uh, your coffee will be right out.” The barista practically ran into the back of the cafe shouting, “JOEL, GRIAN!! You aren’t going to believe this, but it WORKED!”

Tango shook his head fondly, and walked over to sit across from Etho.

“Did you see that, dude? That barista was totally into me.”

Etho peeked an eye out from between his fingers— his face had been buried in his hands for some reason. “I dunno Tango, but I think you’ve definitely made his day.” Etho responded, holding back breathy laughter.

“What? What do you mean? Why are you laughing at me, huh?!”

Etho smiled his stupid smug grin that he did when he knows something you don’t. Jerk. “Oh nothing, nothing! You’ve just given me some… interesting data for a theory I’m testing.”

Tango groaned, “Ugh, fine, fine, spare me! ! I can barely understand your wack job social experiments when my brain isn’t spaghetti.”

After a few minutes, Jimmy called his name at the counter.

“There you go! Uh, just a sec though, I have a bit of a request for you Mr. Tan-go-tek, is that okay?” Jimmy seemed nervous. No clue why, though. Also, Tango liked the way he said his name. Made him feel like he’d do anything in the world for this guy he just met.

“For you? Anything. What’s up?”

Jimmy looked at him intently, “when you come back some time, do you think you bring some wheat seeds? I know it’s a bit of weird ask, but it would help me out enormously.”

Tango grinned reassuringly. Wheat seeds. That was easy! He could do that next time he stopped by, no problem. “You got it! A stack of wheat seeds, coming right up.”

He tried to wave at Etho as he left, but Etho was currently shaking from a fit of uncontrollable laughter. What a weirdo. Tango picked up some wheat seeds on the way home.

[xmaruu11]

Fire Thief

A Ranchers Animation AU

[wassup-its-e]

gay people whats your opinions on them

[thirdtimed]

some more lifers

[kitsuneisi]

Part 10: Sparks special thanks to our co-writer maru cuz she did the color flats for this comic :DD The storm is coming

PREV // MASTERPOST // NEXT

[shepscapades]

It’s so much later than I usually post, but I wanted to quickly finish up a few leftover doodles from session 1 of Secret Life, plus a bunch of silly doodles from Session 2 before the new episodes drop tomorrow :]

also. Couldn’t help but to dbhc-ificate some of them DGBJDHK

[milkypiggybeans]

Wild Life character designs!! These are inspired by 1940s-50s casino wear :D Some design notes under the cut!

- Each team has their own casino-themed motif, which are, in order of appearance above, slot machine icons, card suits, poker chips, coins, 8-balls, and dice. I did not look up the meanings of the card suits, they were chosen based off vibes and aesthetics. BigB does not have any of these motifs, though I may give him some sort of joker theming if he more definitively joins the final girls in the future!

- Bdubs and Cleo have been inconsistent with their skins so both of their designs are a sort of hybrid between their default skins and their life series skins, with Cleo’s being more heavily leaning toward her default skin because the color palette is easier to adapt.

- These outfits are based on 1940s-50s casino wear, as these decades signified the rise of Las Vegas, Hollywood glamour, and a post-Great Depression economy, which fits in nicely with the wild cards and logo of this season. Not every outfit is perfectly accurate to the setting, as I preferred to give them unique designs rather than giving them all different colors of the same suit. Some of the outfits I designed for an earlier decade before I realized Vegas only really got big in the 50s, and I did not modernize most of them so forgive me if some of them look a little too 30s (Etho I kept 30s on purpose bc I think being outdated suits him). and if you know a lot about 1940s-50s fashion please don’t kill me for any inaccuracies i tried my best! special shout out to derek guy (menswear guy on twitter) as his account has taught me so much about proper fitting of suits and these designs would not have come out nearly as good without him

[throwingintothevoid]

Joel this episode omgggg.

This man is SO head empty, not one thought but absolute love for his wife and the need to flirt relentlessly with his boytoys.

And they BAITED him. Two separate groups.

They baited him with his wife after they taunted him about having her and not letting him see her and they used her to lure him to his death and he walked in there with all his attention on her and died because he thought of not one thing around him but his wife.

And then they baited him with Etho, had him come over playing protector and tried to blow him up, and it would have worked if they hadn't missed the shot.

He spent the whole episode looking for Lizzie just cause he wanted to do a romcom slow-motion run to her and when he saw her he gave her diamond after diamond for no reason other than that she was his wife even as Gem kept telling him to stop because SHE IS HIS WIFE but they are not teamed and he cannot seem to care because he simply loves her.

Not one thought. Only love wife and flirt.

This man.

[lunarcrown]

WEEKS LATER…..Jimmy’s grey suit made me JUMP to drawin!!!! And then I made a dressy goth tango to go with him~~

[pndrax]

ART DUMP BABY LETS GOOOO

[tubbytarchia]

so ranchers huh

[xmaruu11]

Ranchers as Gauchos Uruguayos !

I know my whole ass deal is making the Ranchers uruguayan BUT HEAR EM OUT !!!

Uruguay is known for its ranching and surprise surprise, its national dance its the Tango! So I HAD TO

[snifsnoof]

ranchers based on this fic i read yesterday

(jimmy gets trapped in the nether n tango, blazeborn, is his guide)

transcript under the cut because this one is a little hard to read i fear

[TANGO] The piglins might not hurt you because of those pretty golden „wingificators“ you got there already (that’s what you called them right?)

[TANGO] Buuut, it's best to be safe! You may borrow some of mine! [referring to the gold]

[TANGO] Anyways! About those ghasts! Blah blah blah blah [speech fades out]

[JIMMY] Uh. Yeah, okay. Bet.

[kitsuneisi]

BEHIND THE SCENES!!

Here are all the design of the teachers for mother spore part 1 Some heights were changed in the chapter but who cares for consistency? (cleo is taller canonically now)

For more behind the scenes check my kofi!

[sygni]

but love is a drug and a kiss is a hit and i'm just standing on the corner, just wondering if i could fall in love, well a girl could dream or you could die alone but… what does it all mean?