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[lupuslikethewolf]

Midlife crisis Warren

smash

i love it tbh this is exactly what he would look like!!! you got the grumpiness on point, especially the fucking side-eye

this hair and outfit >>>

[a-narcissists-warren]

well i can't just. leave all you guys here.. but lucky for you guys i became a (totally licensed) therapist! so maybe i could try and help you guys a bit...

a. are you sure? are you reaally sure? like super duper ultra positively sure? this is gonna be a lot to handle!

[everythingundertheskycomics]

Hypno's Rings

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Mourning.

This one is very personal.

[skaiplana]

Season 3 episode 1 experience

[tryanmybest]

im doing my monthly relisten to red valley and man...

[randomfandomsgobrrrrrr]

Live laugh love red valley

[liebgotts-lovergirl]

Fire On Fire: Chapter 19

(Ch. 18) ... (Ch. 1)

II Gallery II Symbol Guide II

Summary: Nothing solidifies a friendship like a good old-fashioned jailbreak.

A/N: According to everyone who knew him irl, Skip Muck was the Mom Friend of his group & sooo here, have some Reluctant Dad Friend Nix & Fun Mom Friend Muck😌💖

Taglist: @latibvles @softguarnere @brassknucklespeirs @mccall-muffin @lieutenant-speirs @emmythespacecowgirl @holdingforgeneralhugs @parajumpboots @hxad-ovxr-hxart @sleepisforcowards @indigo-luvers @ax-elcfucker-blog @chaosklutz @mads-weasley @wwhatev3r

Contemporary: October 22nd, 1944. Zetten-Andelot, Netherlands.

“Just for the record, my helping does not mean I’m condoning this.” 

It took all of Alix's self-control not to roll her eyes at her handler as he neared to help her unwind the last of the bandages on her head. 

“Yes, I know," she groaned, half under her breath. "We heard you the first thousand times you said it."

Nixon passed the bandage to Malarkey, who stuffed it quickly into his pocket for safekeeping.

"And you'll hear it a thousand more, Martinelli, because it's a terrible idea!" 

"Then why are you still here?" Alix shot back, momentarily taking a break from unrolling the baggy jump jacket Skip had supplied to glare at Nixon.

"If you don't want to be involved, sir, you’re free to go."

Her case officer washed down another sip of liquor from his flask as he watched Alix tie the jacket around her waist. 

"I'm already involved," he huffed, crossing his arms like a disappointed father. "I'm in charge of your impulsive ass, in case you've forgotten."

"How could I forget?" Alix grumbled as she safety-pinned the Red Cross armband designating her as a combat nurse to her sleeve.

"You– Ow, shit!– You never fail to remind me." 

"Prick yourself, did you?" Nixon asked dryly, repositioning himself in his usual place against the back wall.

"Bastard” Alix muttered under her breath and Nixon snorted.

"That's Captain Bastard to you now," he corrected with a tap to his collar, his expression blank but somehow seeming even more smug, if that was possible.

After pinning her armband, Alix went to work examining the medic’s bag she carried, ensuring that everything was in place.

Her radio, the vials of Prussic acid, her forged identity papers, her gun– with additional bullets, supplied by Nixon–  and her knife were all inside, stashed under a slew of bandages and inside innocuous-looking boxes of field dressings. 

She only hoped it would be enough. 

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As expected, it was a busy night at the aid station.

Skirmishes in the nearby area had gotten ugly fast and it seemed like stretchers were being rushed in by the minute.

As if that weren’t enough, Alix had pickpocketed a nearby nurse for her logbook and saw that they were expecting an influx of emergencies being transferred from Arnhem at about 10 o’clock that night. 

With no one watching the “walking wounded” like Alix, it would be the perfect time to slip out the door…If she could only get to it.

Her ankle throbbed terribly and she chewed on her bottom lip, hoping the metallic taste of blood would keep her thoughts from the pain. 

In their haste to treat those with life-threatening wounds from the battlefield, her dislocated ankle had been neglected. 

She had been assured that someone would see about treating it eventually but with all of the emergencies coming in, there simply hadn't been time.

Just putting her boots on earlier had been excruciating– she had to bite down on the blanket to avoid screaming– and she shuddered to think what the hike back to Easy Company would be like.

“You gonna be able to walk okay?” Skip asked from his seat beside her as if reading her mind.

“With my busted-up ankle? Not likely.”

Alix let out a sigh. “Between that and my stiff muscles, I'll probably end up crawling by the halfway point.”

“I'll carry you then.”

“You're hilarious, Skipper,” Alix deadpanned but the blond shook his head, looking far graver than she’d ever seen him.

“I'm serious,” he insisted. “If it gets that bad, I'll carry you. No friend of mine crawls anywhere.”

Despite herself, Alix could feel the pinpricks of tears beginning to well in her eyes and she blinked hard, forcing them back down. 

The fact that a friend she couldn’t even remember was still willing to risk his life to ease her burden…

“Skip Muck, you’re a saint, do you know that?”

He grinned at the praise, a certain effervescent vitality lighting up his face even despite the camo paint he was smearing on to obscure it.

"I do my best." 

"Time-check?" Alix asked and Nixon glanced at his watch. 

"5 minutes till go." 

With that, Malarkey stood up and looked to Nixon. 

"It's where it should be, correct?" 

The captain gave an almost imperceptible nod and added,

"Remember, the recognition phrase is ‘Flash’ and the response is–” 

“‘Thunder’, I got it.” 

With that, Nixon returned to his reports for plausible deniability as Malarkey gradually made his way to the back door and slipped outside.

Alix felt a sudden sense of finality sink into her bones as the squeals of tires in the distance grew louder.

The ambulances were arriving.

"Last chance to back out, guys," she said, ensuring that she made eye contact with the remaining two members of the group but neither took the opportunity.

"On the bright side," Skip grinned, jostling his friend's shoulder slightly. "If we don't die, this is gonna be one hell of a story!"

Just then, the doors to the aid station were thrown open and there were frantic shouts of “Move” as soldiers flooded the room hauling the wounded inside, the stench of sweat, blood, and death all mingling in the air like a perverse perfume. 

With a grudging nod of encouragement from Nixon, who was still staring down at the pages in his hands as though his life depended on it, Alix forced herself to her feet.

It was time.

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It had been Nixon's idea to steal tactically acquire the motorcycle in the first place but it had been Don who actually ended up doing it. 

Leaning on Skip’s outstretched arm and trying her hardest to keep from limping too noticeably, Alix had managed to make it out the building’s backdoor without being spotted and the rattling of a motorcycle engine and the crunching of gravel alerted them to Don’s arrival.

The bike had been requested in Nixon's name so they'd have to hurry before it was spotted.

But much to her embarrassment, no matter how much she tried, Alix was unable to climb into the sidecar with only one functional foot.

"Dio Santo!" she swore under breath as she attempted one last hop but fell short yet again.

Noticing her troubles, Skip scooped her up and deposited her into the sidecar like a life-size ragdoll before clambering into the seat behind her. 

“Scoot up,” he yelled over the thundering roar of the engine just as Don kicked off and the whole bike lurched forward into the deep purple night.

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Flying through the countryside in the dark was not very scenic but the freeing sensation of the wind whipping through her hair more than made up for it. 

Alix felt the urge to laugh welling up inside her as they raced through the heart of the Netherlands.

Having been confined to her cot in the corner of the aid station for the better part of a month had felt like an eternity and now, heading back into the field, Alix had never felt more alive.

She wished Joe could be there with her, to experience a fraction of the joy she was feeling in that moment.

Imagining his lopsided grin as they zipped through the night brought a slew of butterflies to her stomach but she cut that train of thought off as quickly as it had come. 

He clearly hadn’t been thinking about her so why should she waste her time thinking about him?

Shaking her head, the spy resolved to focus on the map by the needle-thin beam of her flashlight. 

Within minutes, the road ended, leaving them at the edge of a dense patch of woods in the pitch-black night. 

“I’m not liking this,” Don mumbled as the engine slowed to a purr, shaking Alix from her thoughts as Skip hopped over her shoulder, out of the sidecar.

Alix was inclined to agree. 

There was a heavy stillness hanging in the air more reminiscent of a graveyard than a forest which made her uneasy.

This would be the most dangerous part of the plan, the part she had been dreading: the 4.5 mile walk in the woods to Easy's encampment in Driel. 

As much as she would have preferred it, the trio couldn't risk bringing the motorcycle; its deafening roar would alert every Kraut in the nearby area of their exact position. It would have to be stashed for now and retrieved during daylight hours. 

Strange shapes and shadows seemed to follow them, twisting every tree branch into a living nightmare, and the young agent found herself clutching the worn strap of her medic’s bag a little bit tighter, the security of having her weaponry available adding a dash of comfort.

Shifting her weight with a sharp exhale, she half-hobbled, half-hopped forward, keeping her injured foot hovering just above the ground to prevent accidental weight-bearing. Even with Don in the lead, forging ahead, and Skip behind her, watching her six, she still felt far too vulnerable.

“Krauts are like wolves,” she remembered her fellow Sparrow, Jennie, saying in her thick Cajun accent after a particularly rough sparring session. “They can smell your fear. Don’ let 'em.” 

She wondered vaguely where Jennie was, if her missions were going well, but the white-hot pain emanating from her swollen ankle brought her back to Earth.

The burning sensation seemed to only intensify with every step of her good foot, bringing involuntary tears springing to her eyes but Alix clenched her jaw tightly, steeling herself to continue limping ahead into the darkness. 

She would be strong. Strong like Jennie.

"How ya feeling, Pyro?" Skip whispered from behind her and the spy shrugged but her response came from between tightly-clenched teeth. 

"I'll make it." 

In front of them, Don froze, holding up a cautioning hand and signaling for the three of them to crouch. 

Lowering herself gingerly to the forest floor, an involuntary whimper of pain escaped Alix's mouth the moment her swollen ankle touched the ground, muffled only by the sound of her pounding heartbeat. 

The crackling of snapping twigs alerted the trio to a presence up ahead and the spy tensed, slipping her good hand into her bag in search of her weapon.

“Flash!” Don hissed and the ensuing call of ‘Thunder!’ made Alix’s shoulders sag with relief, even as a curly-haired paratrooper roughly the size of a grizzly bear appeared through the brush. 

"Holy shit, Bull" Skip exhaled from behind her, putting a hand to his chest like a man in shock. "You scared us half to death!" 

The larger man let out a deep chuckle and when Alix straightened up, he cocked his head in surprise. 

"Pyro, ain't you s'posed to be in the hospital?" 

"You gonna tell on me?" she teased and he shook his head, a toothy grin spreading across the Southerner’s face. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it. We was gettin' into all sorts of mess without ya!”

"Well we can't have that!" Alix joked as she limped forward to properly greet him, wincing with every painful step. 

Bull engulfed her in a bear hug so tight that Alix swore she could feel her ribs snapping like twigs before letting go and gesturing for the three to follow him back to the rest of the company.

Not wanting to fall behind her companions, Alix pulled the jump jacket from her waist and bit down hard on it as she forced herself to hobble along quicker using her bad ankle, every beat of her heart chanting the same mantra:

Keep moving. Keep moving. Keep moving. 

She would not be the weak link. 

But the spy made it about four or five steps before the sheer agony overwhelmed her, fire shooting up her leg as every nerve seemed to scream out in pain. She bit down on her jacket sleeve to keep from crying out and stumbled forward, nearly hitting the ground.

Skip was beside her in a flash to help but with the same reproachful look Gio had given when she'd scraped her knee bloody climbing a tree in the courtyard just before her Confirmation after their parents had specifically told her not to.

Goddammit Alix, that look seemed to say. Quit being so stubborn.

Skip hung back slightly from the group with a sympathetic smile and slung his rifle over his shoulder like it weighed no more than a feather.

“You’re gonna bust up your ankle some more if you keep that up,” he chided gently before hunching forward, gesturing to his back emphatically.

“Hop on.” 

Alix shook her head, doing her best to paint on a smile but it didn't reach her eyes. 

"Skipper, I'm fine." 

"So you're just chomping down on your sleeve because it's tasty, huh?" Skip commented dryly, still hunched over. 

"I'm gonna say it again: Hop. On."

"Hey, are y'all comin' or what?" Bull whispered from up ahead of them and Don turned around, his expression clearly irked that two of their group were lagging behind.

"Pyro, so help me God, I will stand here till the sun comes up or I get shot in the ass, whichever comes first,"

Skip insisted doggedly, his voice sounding strained from hunching so far forward. 

"So will you please take me up on the piggyback ride already before my damn back breaks?"

"...Fine." 

With an air of resignation, Alix relented, hopping over to her friend, who then hoisted her up onto his back with ease as they rejoined the rest of the group.

"You better be watching my six up there, Pyro," he joked about twenty minutes later.

"'Cause I promised Faye I'd come home in one piece and I don't plan on ruining my perfect record." 

[strawberry-selfships]

That really means a lot. I'm still used to it all, but it really does a wonder on my mental when you do it correctly. I guess thats what being such an astounding partner feels like to have by my side.

Intimidated? By me? Oh, gee. I haven't blushed like this in a minute. Here. I'll guide us. Well

After I get a few more kisses to your snout in. Mmhm. Mwah! There we go! A few more. Mwah mwah!

I’m glad I can help!! Gosh do I know that feels. It’s a struggle for me to get gendered correctly, so I- I always make sure you don’t have to go through that.

Aaawwwwwww!!! Hehehehe! Your blush is sooooo cute!!! That’s not something the world gets to see often. And I get to be the one to cause it, hehe!! Normally it’s you who makes me blush, but it is fun being on the other side of things! And if you have somewhere in mind, Doctor, take me.

Waah!! Aaheheheheee!! Oh gosh now I’m the one blushing!!! Heeheheehe!!! Ah gosh, giggle fit…

[izzythedemigod]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA YESSSS RED VALLEY SEASON 4 IM GOING INSANE IM BITING THE BARS OF MY CELL RN YESSS

🚨📢 Calling all Red Valley fans! 🚨

Season 4 is just around the corner! If you start your epic Red Valley re-listen TODAY, you can enjoy all 29 episodes — one per day — before the big release.

Relive the mysteries, rediscover the twists, and get ready for what’s next! Who’s in for the challenge?

[dont-offend-the-bees]

Trick or treat!! (Spoiler: it's a treat :3)

I had the pleasure of taking part in the Love Of My Afterlife server collaboration, celebrating Payneland's First Halloween — thanks to @manicpixiedreamedwins for organising!! And I had the absolute DELIGHT of illustrating the gorgeous, soft autumnal hug of a fic that is Season of Mists by @laiqualaurelote !!! Thank you darlin', working with you has been a joy and an honour 💛

Due to time constraints etc. I couldn't even do half the scene illustrations I wanted to do, so I may be back at some time in future with a few bonus sketches! In the meantime here's a soft little portrait of one of Edwin's several oh moments, and a snapshot of The Attic, his beloved and esoteric book warren!

Go forth, and experience the most perfect, gentle, lovely and loving autumn romance read this fine October day 🍂

Some art process pics (as well the Actual Size of the bookshop illustration) under the cut!

Started by very roughly sketching out the shop layout (I imagine it has a more warren-y shelf arrangement than this, though!) And doing a quick sketch. Of course then I liked the quick sketch so much I decided to try and recreate it but better!

Basic pencil layout (amazed at my accidentally decent perspective)

In with the detail sketch — trying to incorporate a load of esoteric little trinkets from the Agency! Although based on the fic I really should have honed in and done even more whimsical shelf decorations!

Sketch over the top in biro so i have something less messy that won't rub away to colour in

Basic colour with watercolour pencils. Looking at this stage makes me wish a bit that I'd not gone in as hard with the ink wash, as the colours are brighter and more autumnal, but you live and learn!

And finally, in with outlines and ink wash, aka my usual art style/medium!

Behold!! A very tiny and fussy work of art 😊

[staticbluue]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, WARREN, MY BELOVED!!!! I'm so excited to see what season 3 has in store! I was very happy with the Clive-centric first episode (I hate (love) Clive so much) and I am also missing Warren and Gordon 😭

Tumblr is getting this before Instagram because I know you guys appreciate fanart more 🙏🏻🙏🏻

Closeups and a warmer version below 👇

[itsallgoodmann]

young warren my beloved <3

[signanothername]

heyyyy....i see those rottmnt memes.

you a fan👀?

YESSSSSSS

Ngl it’s been a while since I made rottmnt art

But here’s one post that has 3 parts that was one of my fave artworks i made in the fandom >:)

Anyway, Raph’s my beloved, Donnie’s Autism and Mikey’s ADHD are an absolute mood, disaster twins are the best, April and Splinter are my beloveds, married Hypno and Warren is so real, Draxum and Big Mama and Cassandra are some of the best characters in the series, Senior Hueso is underrated, the Yokai concept is gold, Krang are terrifying, Peepaw Leo who’s C.Junior’s dad and Peepaw Mikey are the best thing to ever happen in the history of Tmnt as whole 🙂‍↕️❤️🌷✨

Rottmnt being the best fucking iteration to ever exist fr fr

[wannaeatramyeon]

UR WRITING IS LIKE SEROTONIN AHH MORE STUFF LIKE THE URGENT BATHHOUSE MEETING PLS🙏 it was so funny

Me, thinking everything that I say is funny: 🤣😂

Everyone else: 🧍🏻‍♀️

Don't need to read this for continuation, but Part 1 here.

SOS Men of Lookism: Urgent Bathhouse Meeting Part 2

!! Spoilers for latest arc. Massively breaking the fourth wall. Part 3

Another call for a meeting in as many months.

Samuel's lip curls as he reads the invitation. He doesn't remember the rest of the men being so needy.

Once again, they find themselves in the bathhouse.

Many absent this time, having made their peace with the storyline and their development. No obvious division to be seen, although they have naturally split into their own groups.

Still, the room is full of intimidating and powerful men naked and half merged in the water.

Sweat drips down their chiselled bodies, beads of water collect and pool in collarbones, rolling down hard pecs and sliding across cut abs.

The dampness from the vapour leaves a slick sheen on any exposed skin, highlighting scars and muscle. Hair damp, tendrils curling at the nape and locks framing their face. (Gun's 438 panel and the fan's reactions still at the forefront of most of their minds.)

Few of their usual guard and defenses are left, instead the heat of the water and the steam softens their edges, making them placid and pliant. Their voices mingle together, filling the air.

"Hey fuckos," Vin places an arm each around Hudson's and Jay's shoulder, "Do I complete the team or what. You guys are lucky to have me."

"It's nice to see you," Daniel agrees as the two blondes shrug Vin off, "Although it would be good to have Mary too,"

"True," Vin scratches his chin in thought. "Haven't see her in like 200 chapters."

"Yeah bro, when's our backstory dropping?" Taejin adds, sitting a little further away.

"Fuck OFF asshole, I'm not talking to you!" Vin throws a punch towards his former friend.

Vasco, ignoring Vin and Cheonliang's business, interrogates Jace about the status of his beloved Burn Knuckles, checking that all the welfare of his crew is ok.

"-And I like your earrings." Vasco inspects Jace's right ear.

"Thanks," Jace's hand reaches up to fiddle with his new jewellery, "It was painful, but I guess we're really going for Gun's vision with your scar and our leather jackets too."

"What about you?" Zack observes the rest of Allied with disinterest, instead seated besides Johan.

"I dunno. I really miss Eden and Miro," Johan worries his lip between his teeth, "I've been in this coma for forever."

"Shame." Samuel comments with a smirk as Jinyoung cackles next to him.

"Aish!" Sinu exclaims in frustration, "I can't believe I got arrested again. Yeonhui has been giving me grief non-stop."

"Huh? I thought it was unclear with you. Didn't you make it out?" Brad's brows knit in confusion as Jason shrugs.

"Sorry man," Jake apologises anyway, looking sheepish and scratching the back of his head.

Jerry, along with the other members of Big Deal, assures their boss that it's fine before addressing their No.6. "Lineman, looking forward to your power up."

Lineman gives them a winning grin, chest puffing with pride.

Taesoo watches a young!Gapryong wading towards him and the Kwak brothers. Their conversation stops, silence falling upon them as they notice his presence.

"Forgive my interruption," Gapryong starts, "Taesoo, please tell me how you managed to appear in so many flashbacks?"

Jichang's eyes drift over to Taesoo, "Share your secrets, Ansan."

Eli, standing bare by the showers, examines his reflection in a mirror, "I'm thinking of going blonde again."

Warren watches his friend, quickly losing interest in the conversation. "I [don't] care-"

"NO!" Goo jumps out, "There's too many blondes as it is." His fist waves in Eli's face. "I'M THE OG!"

"Put that away," Gun shoves his partner's hand roughly, "You'll find that that is Jay Hong."

"You fucking-!" Goo aims a kick in his direction, and a fight breaks out.

"So... what usually happens here?" Baek Hangyul directs to DG and Eugene, the three of them lazing in the water together.

Eugene gulps as he eyes up Hangyul's torso and abs, thinking that he should up his own workout routine.

And it's not that he is insecure with his body, but he can't help but shrink below the water a little when sitting in the middle of these two sex symbols.

"Not sure," DG says, running his fingers through his pink tresses and watching Gun and Goo squabbling at the far side of the bathhouse. "More fan service, I guess."

[i-have-no-idea-for-name]

I present to you my little sunshine's family <3 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 (and her royal dress redesign 🤌)

This shit took me like foreveeeeeeeer 😭😭😭😭

So here we have Star's parents (I love Shriggy in dresses huehue) her sister Special one :3 💖 and of course my OC and my beloved hubby 💖💖💖💖 (her godparents) and also we have my beautiful little itty bitty buggy as a baby 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

Of course in @amii-stuff style <3

Now Star's relationships with her family:

With mommy

With daddy (but a bit later in her story)

With sister

With uncle and auntie

And as a bonus here's relationship between my OC and Warren 💖💖

[sofiasfanartcollection]

Day 27 of TMayNT: favorite mutant villain

I made one last entry to TMayNT :]

I don’t think anyone who’s been around my blog for long will be surprised when I say that Hypno-potamus (from rottmnt) is my favorite <3

the TMayNT challenge was hosted by @mikasleaf see more at @tmaynt

Also, here’s a bonus sketch of him with his beloved roomie/magical assistant/best friend/partner, Warren <3<3<3