I'M CONTAGIOUS.

❝Think I'll TURN UP THE HEAT in here.❞

[atypi-art]

Hi Baby~

[sarahdraws16]

Thrax💉 from Osmosis Jones

[ethereal--decay]

The Red Death

[elisamaza]

[datboiroger2-deactivated2022101]

I worked all day on this bad boy, I'm pretty happy with it 😏👌

[gaynchor-deactivated20220217]

The fuck what a virus is stealing ur spotlight

[atypi-art]

"What's the matter, Jones?"

[dukesnukes]

[v4nt4bl4ck]

I draw 1 shaded piece of Ozzy and immediately run off to do the same for Thrax Everybody ignore how his ribs arent shaded equally on both sides

I hope all you virus fuckers appreciate my effort.

[elmuerteroja]

tmxmory·:

✾ -   “ Oh. How kind. Someone is thinking about my mood.”Her tone held implication of suspicion, but she stayed.Showing no hint of discomfort.Kind of warming up - despite healthy awareness towards what he was: a germ. She had genuinely fun with this game - well, she had been drinking - and continued drinking, it was about to have something extra. Just as quickly she turned to the barkeep and gestured, ‘the same as before’. 

     “ Maybe it’s one thing one has to just find out. Curious as you don’t seem bothered. Some think cells are slimy and bad for health. Wouldn’t blame them. Quite true, actually. ” and she took a sip with a lift of a brow - she was carefully observing, barely anything slipping by. She was like that during time in the clubs, flirting, playing around with people in healthy limits. “ Every germ has a specialty of theirs, wanted or not. Anything I should be aware of in this distance? Stomach pain? Coughs? Headache? Fever?” She was merely listing options, rather light hearted - not really professional.

  “Now, now, now. One question at a time. It’s my turn, remem’buh?” The virus tapped his long red claw against his own temple. Of course, it was an understandable concern for her to have. She couldn’t be buzzed enough to forget what he was... but enough to continue sitting with him, it seemed. Daring. His smile never wavered while he stroked his sharp chin in thought. His next question had to be good if he was trading more details in the next round.    “Let’s start with you, shu’gah. What’s your specialty?”     It was clear she’s a white-blood cell, what with her cool colored tone & glow of life that he seemed to lack himself. She looked like an angel, while he looked like a monster straight out of hell. Their contrast in the club was intriguing to say the least. When was the last time he’d held a conversation with a cell... for this long? What was up with that? THAT was the REAL question he wasn’t even ready to ask himself. 

[elmuerteroja]

( Hey mutuals that I haven’t interacted with yet... like for shorty starter? C; Let’s meet. You know you wannaaaaaa~ )

[elmuerteroja]

tmxmory·:

✾ -   A woman like her was used to get an offer from time to time, from cells, germs. But from him? She surely didn’t expect that. Despite the rather smooth conversation that had carried for a while, which made her almost forget all the things she was suspicious of. Part of her, wanted to ignore those details completely, just so few times she actually found interesting people to speak to. There were few things Mimosa wouldn’t refuse, and one of those was free alcohol - and freedom from slimy tryhards.

      “ Sure no catch behind that? As long as it isn’t one of the bartenders’ specials. Wouldn’t want to have me sick by something like that. Now would we. ” she moved the empty bottle and glass over to make room for more and tugged the collar of her jacket. Fuck work, she practically was clocked out already. The hours she’d spend on paperwork were to be written up once she’d get to them. Now, she allowed herself to have some fun. “ Or is this a cheap attempt to have easier answers? Well, let’s make this interesting then, I might even get you one next. Just to keep it equal. So, you got a thing for cells then? ”

   "I just want you to enjoy yerself, thas'all. No tricks." He held out his open hands as if to prove he had nothing to hide. Grinning wide, his devilish face turned back towards the bartender. "Barkeep! Get this fiiiine pretty miss whatever it is her heart desires." His amber gaze narrowed threateningly. "Or else."

   Her question didn't take him off guard- in fact, he expected it to be asked eventually. To say he had a taste for cells was an understatement, but he wasn't about to admit to that. Being the warmth-sucking vampire he was now made it difficult to survive without the "company" of a lonely blood cell here or there. Of course, it was only when he really needed it... & it didn't always end well for them.

   Nowadays, he had enough hypothalamus beads glowing from his chain to keep his temperature up. He didn't have to overindulge...

   "A thing ?" Chuckling low at the back of his throat, he took another swig before answering her. "Hmm... no, not usually, precious. Ah've got standards. High standards. But you..." He bit his lip for a moment as he eyed the peek of lavender membrane she allowed near her neck. "You're quite the enigma, ain't you..."

[atypi-art]

Jones and Thrax teamed up.

[elmuerteroja]

( *looks over at @gcrminator * I know it's been months but remember that plot idea we haaaaad? )

[hussyshusbands]

“Let me tell you something about Ebola, Baby. Ebola is a case of dandruff compared to me.”

Thrax Aesthetic Board

[gaynchor-deactivated20220217]

The fuck what a virus is stealing ur spotlight

[atypi-art]

Come, Baby~~❤️

[elmuerteroja]

DEADLY.     ( surprise, bitch. bet you thought you saw the last of me. oh no, no, no, no. I’ve just been layin’ dormant while life kicks my ass. tbh, using this shitty laptop/external keyboard combo is a lil discouraging, but I’ll make do. I miss writing as this baddie so much. I’m not even sure who’s all still active here but...yooooOOOO! Thraxy is back. )