Poop (Lead's art thread haha that rhymed)

[Ryuhanie]

hot potato avery  

[Siyaahi]

so youre feeling tied up to a sense of control / and make decision that you think are your own /

When Heather is the last one left in her shop and there is a motorcycle one too many to repair, she plugs in her communicator to chase away the silence of the night.

She doesn't really pay attention to the sounds -- she's got work to do, after all -- but hearing the voices of her friends talking makes a warm feeling pool in her chest and makes the silence less daunting.

Tonight she hears Rose, Ivy and Dominic out in the field. Occasionally Avery's voice will chime in too, though Heather knows she's overseeing everything from the comfort of her own high-tech office. The trio don't talk much except to relay information, though occasionally Ivy and Dominic will argue about something or another. Insults about an early divorce and a career rejection are thrown around until Rose snaps at them both to shut up.

It's nice, almost. Even if Heather doesn't really know what she's doing with her life, it's reassuring to hear that her friends do. She doesn't even bat an eye at the warnings and hurried relaying of information until she hears Rose's voice.

"Tell me everything you know. We may have been friends once, but I won't hesitate to kill you."

Heather feels her shoulders stiffen up when she hears Dominic and Ivy demand that Rose escape, that Hopper isn't worth it, and why is Hopper there? Wasn't it bad for friends to fight eachother?

Ivy is yelling something in French.

The warm feeling of familiarity is replaced with something cold this time, a fuzzy feeling that reminds her vaguely of a bad television reception out in the country. It takes Heather a moment to realize that the fuzzy feeling is partly because the reception on the device hooked into her ear has gone dead, white noise pressing it's way into her thoughts.

It takes Heather another moment to realize that she's stopped working on the piece of metal in front of her, and she wonders why her hands are trembling.

 

[Ryuhanie]

THIS LOOK S ONICE JISSUSUUSS  

[Siyaahi]

Cussing in unison // Clutching receipts and // Deceased handwriting // Filled with a sense of Great disappointment; // Doe eyes, youre kidding yourself

At the same time many things change, some things do not change at all.

Point one: Ivy's less than subtle look of distaste when Dominic enters the room for the mission briefing.

"Ho? Didn't expect to see you here, Ivy. I would have thought everyone had fired you by now."

Point two: Dominic's even-less-subtle jab at Ivy's previous career falling-outs.*

"Ah, Dominic! Il n'a pas été assez long. I can see the divorcee life has not been treated you kindly, yes?"

Point three: Ivy's harsh reminder of Dominic's failed teenage marriage.*

The tension is high enough in the air that Avery and Rose have to exchange mildly exasperated looks. It's been five years and the time has only ceased to make Ivy and Dominic resent eachother more.

It was going to be a long mission.

((extra parts I wasn't sure I should add to the overall body of the writing?

*1: She had been turned away from cooking and modeling, forced to join the same spy organization everyone else had mostly for the sake of needing a way to get food on the table. Everyone tried not to mention it too often.

*2: It was only natural that it would fail, but the indention on Dominic's ring finger was a cruel reminder that Amelia had left him to the dust. She had apparently moved far away and opened a small bookstore, finding some romance with another man and getting engaged to him. The topic was an uncomfortable one for anyone who tried to delve into it.  

[[Bell-chan]]

Out Of Lead

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Can you do one of Lotus and Emeric as pro hackers?

Or Rory and Sona as assassins/spies?

I'll do an art trade if you want

 

[Siyaahi]

frick u ji I will take as many artistic liberties I want 2

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[9:01:59 PM | Edited 9:02:04 PM] Jimsus: Because I want u to draw
[9:02:07 PM] Jimsus: Uh
[9:02:17 PM] Jimsus: Older gaius and
[9:02:20 PM] Jimsus: Otto
[9:02:29 PM] Jimsus: Making out yeah
[9:02:32 PM] Jimsus: in a fantasy
[9:02:35 PM] Jimsus: World and 100
[9:02:39 PM] Jimsus: Cyborg lizards
[9:02:54 PM] Jimsus: And a detailed apocalyptic
[9:02:57 PM] Jimsus: Castle
[9:03:08 PM] Jimsus: With a UFO in the background vsing
[9:03:12 PM] Jimsus: A dinosaur
[9:03:14 PM] Jimsus: Yeah
[9:03:17 PM] Jimsus: You need to draw that
[9:03:26 PM] Jimsus: And exactly 144 blades of grass
[9:03:28 PM] Jimsus: (cool)
[9:05:21 PM] Jimsus: If u want I can offer
[9:05:45 PM] Jimsus: Dinosaurs x ufos
[9:05:47 PM] Jimsus: That's hot
[9:05:58 PM] sanaji: hold on I have to draw this incredible otto/gaius art
[9:06:37 PM] Jimsus: Bless
[9:06:37 PM] Jimsus: You know what making out distracts u from the majesty of the background
[9:06:43 PM] Jimsus: So just censor them
[9:06:46 PM] Jimsus: Completely in mosaic
[9:06:59 PM] Jimsus: And draw the bg :'3c
[9:07:54 PM] sanaji: GODDAMNIT I WAS GONNA GOOGLE IMAGE A CASTLE TOO

you're welcome.

that is exactly 144 blades of grass btw  

[Siyaahi]

[Bell-chan]

Out Of Lead

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Can you do one of Lotus and Emeric as pro hackers?

Or Rory and Sona as assassins/spies?

I'll do an art trade if you want

ahhhh sorry sorry bell but I'm not really taking requests for this ua since the whole point of this is to put in my own ideas! uou you probably have a more specific image of what you want so I probably won't really be able to recreate that?? also unless it's like gift art or something with my character I don't really do romance couple art coughs. most of my pairing art is meant to be unromantic but you can view it as you will

you're welcome to draw whatever for this ua thoughhh since it's not like I can stop you  

[[Bell-chan]]

Out Of Lead

oh it just looked like you were doing it for other people

sorry...  

[Siyaahi]

I can hardly stand, I can hardly stand! // Everybody's ******** and they don't even know. // Everybody's ******** and they don't even know.

You've been cynical since you knew how to hold a gun, so you're still a little confused on how you got so hopeful as a teenager.

She was fifteen and didn't know what she wanted. Maybe you were the one who scared her or maybe you weren't, but it was definitely terror that made Amelia leave you and settle for something safer. She's marrying soon, if any indication of the invitation tucked between your fingers is an indicator. You like to think that they probably won't be happy for long, since the mark of adulthood is probably never being happy.

You pull out the cigarette nestled between your lips and push the ignited end to stationary probably more expensive than it should have been.

The invitation burns black between your fingers, and you drop it with the cigarette before grounding both into the ground. You're not stupid enough to go to the wedding of a girl you married -- that just screams 'haven't gotten over it'.

You assure yourself that you definitely have.

years later au otherwise known as Nobody Is Happy Ever (*ΦωΦ*)

I like to imagine Dom has a secret book called How To Cope When Ya Girl Leaves You buried somewhere in his garage bought soon after Amelia ditched him. :'D

ALSO COINCIDENTALLY YA BOII DOM IS THE 100TH POST IN MY POOP THREAD OMEDETO DOM I WAS ACTUALLY PLANNING ON DRAWING JACOB AKA MY FIRST EVER GALLA CHARACTER BUT IT TURNED INTO THIS SHITTY RENDITION OF YOU WOOOOOOOOOOOOO

my hundredth post was used for gleefully breaking a canon ic relationship in one of my aus. I think that says a lot about me :'D

please don't kill me bri/tomo  

[Siyaahi]

I want trees instead of gravestones / and nothing to confess / I got a soft spot for your ancient books of horror stories / I got a music in my ears from long long ago and far far away / and I still hum its tune / but how could I ever believe every word it says to me? (HIGHLY RECC LISTENING!)

hero ✗
friend ✗
liar ✓

Every highschool experience has a teenager that dies young, but you never expected it would be you.

You know that your firecrackers were perfectly fine when you checked them - double checked them - and if you had the slightest doubt that they would go wrong, you would have chosen a better area to shoot them off in. You know there is something incredible wrong about your death. You know that it was not an accident. You know that Gallagher and Blackthorne are probably trying their damndest to make sure that you never existed. You know.

You can't bring yourself to care, though.

If you had cared, you think you would probably still be there; a ghost, maybe. You weren't really sure where you went, but you're in a field encircled by trees sitting on fluffy grass and feeling a vague sense of detachment at the back of your head and neck.

When you're bored, you like to compose letters to the rest of your friends. You wonder how they're doing. You like to pretend that you'd tell them about how wonderfully exciting death is, how heaven really existed and how you couldn't wait till they came, too.

Acting cheery so people would be cheery at the thought of you, but in the end you think that thoughts of you will only make people sad. The irony isn't lost on you, and you begin to laugh, the trademark bubbly sound pouring out of your throat through the silence of wind blowing through tree leaves.

(even forced laughter comes naturally after long enough)

HAPPY 100 POSTS!!!!! bea was actually my second character, but I think that she was also my star character and I found her really fun to play. I liked her a lot!

anyways, does this make my thread the largest? LOL. I didn't think I would be drawing this much art for anything, jisus. (though I think most of these posts are everyone else.) uou anyways, ty guys for your comments!!! it's always been a lot of fun to read them.  

[Jennalaia]

Lily go do ur essay ):  

[Siyaahi]

Jennalaia

Lily go do ur essay ):

freaking fight me I haven't started this s**t at all hahahahahahahahaha  

[Siyaahi]

happy 100 posts!!!!  

[Ryuhanie]

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