#the carry on countdown 2022

[otherpeoplesheartachept-2]

Day 15: Fluff

People wouldn’t believe me if I told them, but Niamh Brody does, in fact, baby-talk to the goats when she thinks no one’s around.

(or, some mindless brobelove fluff)

Length: 608

Warnings: none

Read on AO3 or below :))

People wouldn’t believe me if I told them, but Niamh Brody does, in fact, baby-talk to the goats when she thinks no one’s around.

She stayed over last night and I woke up to an empty bed and the sound of Niamh’s cutesy praises, mixed with responding bleats from one of the goats.

“Look at you!! Growing up so big and strong, such a good boy,” she coos.

The goat lets out a small bleat.

I suppress the cheesy awwwww I want to aw. If Niamh knows I’m awake in the loft she’ll stop.

Carefully, I get out of bed and peak over the edge of the loft. My girlfriend is sat crisscross on the barn floor with the youngest kid. She’s petting him between the wings, and he bumps his head into her chest.

She laughs lightly, and pats his back.

“You are such a sweet babyyy,” she says in a voice at least an octave above her normal speech. “Even if you are a little shit sometimes,” Niamh scratches under the kid’s chin and he flaps his wings so hard he lifts a few centimeters off the ground.

I can hardly handle this.

I descend the ladder as quietly as possible, trying not to interrupt the sweet moment. But the floor creaks once I reach the bottom, and Niamh catches me.

She quickly stands and clears her throat.

“Good morning,” she greets me in her regular stoic voice. She tries to act big and tough but her face quickly turns bright red. The kid squirms in her arms as she scratches behind its ear.

I can’t help the smile on my face.

“Don’t play coy with me, Brody,” I tease, walking closer to my adorable girlfriend and the adorable baby goat in her arms. (She’d hate it if she knew I thought of her as adorable).

“All I said was good morning,” she retorts, but a small downward smile spreads across her face.

“Oh? I could have sworn I heard someone down here saying something about a ‘sweet adorable little innocent babyyy’” I exaggerate her cutesy voice and squish the little goat’s cheeks.

He nibbles at my fingers and I laugh.  

“You must be hearing things,” Niamh says, but she’s wearing her little “kiss me” frown when I look up.

I lean over the kid and press my lips to hers.

The goat starts flying around us as Niamh deepens the kiss. I sigh against her. Niamh runs a hand through my hair so I pull her closer to me.

“You’re so cute when you baby-talk to the kids,” I mummer against Niamh’s lips.

Niamh stops, clearly annoyed at my choice of words.

“You can be cute and a strong handsome butch,” I argue.

“Fine,” she gives in. She pulls me in for another amazing kiss, so I know she isn’t really that upset.

We can’t get too lost in each other, because the kid starts head butting my back with his little nubby horns.

I squeal, and then laugh, batting the bugger away from me.

“He really is a little shit,” I say, reaching for him but the kid flies higher, out of my reach.

Niamh lets out a deep laugh.

I love her laugh, even if it’s at my expense, in this case.

I step back into her embrace, thinking maybe we could just stay here and kiss the morning away.

But the goats have other plans. The kid has flown down and started nipping at my camisole, and I can hear the rest of the herd getting restless.

I place one more kiss on Niamh’s lips, then start the rest of my day.

[pacey-bunce-loves-joey]

the only cure for the hurt of your nemesis going missing is the comfort of then seeing him in jeans

[krisrix]

COC Day 10 ▪︎ Angst

“You saved the day, you courageous fuck. You absolute nightmare.”

–Carry On, @rainbowrowell

[stardustasincocaine]

@carryon-countdown

Day 10: Angst

“Fighting doesn’t feel good anymore. It feels like breaking something because you don’t know how to fix it” - @rainbowrowell

[cattocavo]

CARRY ON COUNTDOWN DAY 2: Alternative universe!

I did a Romeo and Juliette au bc i could. And im very happy that i did.

This drawing feels very special to me for several reasons:

1: im proud of it.

2: this took me 17 hours of working nonstop for basically three days

3: it has filled me with incredible joy to have created this, therefore it must be special

I dont post on here a lot but i feel like a special drawing deserves an excpetion.. also most of the carry on fandom is here and not my main social media which is instagram soo..

Yeet i guess. Ive kind of run out of words after the incredible wordvommit i spilled on ig. It literally told me that my caption was too long😅

@carryon-countdown

OH! Almost forgot. This is the painting its heavily inspired from:

[oyabun-draws]

coc 2022 Day 20: Fangs

referenced this iconic line:

[letraspal]

Goodbye kisses

A watford-era AU | Day 2: AU @carryon-countdown

Sorry friends, this was supposed to be my yesterday’s entry for COC but I was indisposed. Watford AUs and Friends to Lovers AU is something highly appreciated in this house. I like them being awkward teenagers around stuff like PDA and good bye kisses. In this matter, shout out to “Can’t fight this feeling” by @sailorblossoms because it was an amazing friends to lovers and it made my day. You must read it as well. Happy Sunday (:

[ash-fandom-blog]

Carry On Countdown Day 26: Mistletoe

[onepintobean]

COC day three | alternate universe

[ace-artemis-fanartist]

COC Day 25, DEC 19: Sleep

@carryon-countdown

Redrew an old snowbaz art I’m to lazy to look for on here. :P

[otherpeoplesheartachept-2]

Day 2: Alternative Universe

Doctor Brody performs a routine check-up, that’s all, no avoiding an unfortunate crush on her coworker and Nurse Practitioner, Wellbelove.

(or, another star trek au fic, set after Strictly Professional)

Length: 840

Warnings: none

Read on AO3 or below the cut!

“Hold still please, Ms. Wellbelove,” I say, trying to get a clear scan of her arm.

“It’s Nurse Agatha, and you really don’t need to do this,” she argues, pulling her smooth green arm away from me for the third time.

“Weekly check-ups on all injuries of this matter are required. I’m sure you’re aware of that, Nurse.”

I reach for her arm again; Agatha lets me turn it over and take a look. The skin looks fully healed from the bite, but carnivorous plants from Bopek can cause lasting issues under the skin. I run my medical scanner from elbow to wrist, so I can get a clear image of Agatha’s muscles and blood vessels.

“Sorry,” I say to her when her face scrunches up. She can feel the scanner’s waves going through her in a way that humans don’t, like a tickle but painful is the way she described it to me once. I try to be mindful of that, Agatha thinks I need to improve my bedside manners.

“I’m fine,” she says, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “And I feel fine, nothing out of the ordinary,” she huffs.

“And I’m just here to make sure of that, per Starfleet medical practitioner protocol,” I retort, trying my best not to focus on the warmth of her skin on mine. And trying my best not to focus on how cute it looks when she tucks her hair behind her ears. Agatha must know I usually delicate these check-ups to other medical officers, but mercifully she doesn’t point this out.

I look to the screen above her examination table and pull up last week’s scan to compare. Her muscle tissue hasn’t healed as quickly as I’d like, but Orion’s cells divide slower than many other humanoid species.

“Your muscle looks like it is healing as-”

“as it should, though a little slower than most humanoids, yes yes,” Agatha finishes my sentence for me, looking at the scans of her arm.

“Back to my point, now we care about Starfleet practitioner protocol, and weekly check-ups, but when you are on death’s door because of a mysterious space fever, and I am tasked with taking care of you, then the protocol is bullshit and you can handle yourself. Is that how it is?”

My traitorous face heats up at the memory. I should have known she’d find a way to throw that in my face.

“That was different, Nurse Wellbelove.” But we both know it wasn’t.

I was acting foolish and unprofessional two months ago. I had succumb to a fever infecting nearly a third of the ship’s human inhabitants. I was delirious, my inhibitions dangerously lowered. I couldn’t be around Agatha. Couldn’t have her standing at my bedside, taking care of me.

She brought me my meals, as if I couldn’t use the replicator myself. She checked my vitals hourly. She even offered to help me shower and dress, so I could change out of the uniform I was wearing, soaked in sweat. That was the final straw. It was all too much. It conjured images of domestic bliss in my fevered mind. I couldn’t trust myself not to do something incredibly stupid in that state. I’ve managed to keep my promise of a professional relationship for nearly a year now, I wasn’t going to fuck that up because of a little fever and a persistent crush on my nurse practitioner.

“How was it different, Doctor?” Agatha asks with feigned innocent curiosity. “I was doing my job, concerned about you, and the entire starship’s health. Is there some reason it couldn’t be me monitoring your health?”

She’s leaning closer to me now, looking up with her deep brown eyes. I’m still holding her arm.

I’m certain Agatha knows why I demanded she leave me alone two months ago. Which makes this all the more embarrassing.

I clear my throat. I meet her eyes which is a mistake. My uniform suddenly feels far too warm. I can’t figure out what to say that won’t reveal how absolutely pathetic I am.

“I hold no prejudice against you, Wellbelove,” I state, avoiding her question but not her gaze.

“Then what is it? You treat me differently than everyone else on this ship,” her voice gets lower. Agatha takes the hand I have on her arm and laces our fingers. Her palm is warm.

She’s trapped me in a corner.

“That’s not-”

“I treat you differently,” she says, like she’s handing me a piece to a puzzle.

But she’s just teasing, she can’t be serious.

“Well, I am the Chief Medical Officer, you’re supposed to do that.”

Agatha rolls her eyes, but there’s a smile on her lips.

“So, am I free to go, Doctor?” Agatha asks, emphasizing my title.

I ignore how Doctor from her lips makes me feel and tell her we’re all done. It’s good to know she’s healing well.

Maybe one day I’ll admit how I feel about Agatha Wellbelove, but today will not be that day.

[pacey-bunce-loves-joey]

because we match

[krisrix]

COC Day 28 ▪︎ Shiver

“I don’t really get cold…”

“Like you can’t feel the cold?”

“No, I can. It just doesn’t usually bother me.” Baz looks troubled for a second. “Unless I’m sick.”

“When do you get sick?”

“Almost never. But … I was sick after the numpties. I was cold then.”

I kiss his wrist, harder. Then his palm.

–Any Way The Wind Blows, @rainbowrowell

[stardustasincocaine]

@carryon-countdown Day 1:

The End

“And they all lived happily ever after. The end”.

(I could have hurt you, but I didn’t for now; you’re welcome)

Little sketchier than I was aiming for, but I have a sick kiddo this week (which inspired this a bit). Highly recommend “Maiden and Princess” (and “Prince and Knight”) for the littles in your life!

[ic3-que3n]

“Good boy.”

Carry on countdown Day 13: Devotion.

@bookish-bogwitch this one is for you.

[oyabun-draws]

coc 2022 Day 1: The End

Transcription:

“’It’s too much for me.’

‘It would be too much for anyone.’” (page 571-572)

For this prompt I drew the last scene in Any Way the Wind Blows. It made me quite emotional to draw

also I didn’t want to simon’s wings because it would hide baz’s hands so I drew them tucked into his sweater; hence the wing? lumps? lol