First off, I love it tons, it's a brilliant fic. (Seriously, can't put it down)
Next, uh ya haven't been alive on Tumblr since uh (checks notes) 2020? Ya good there bud?
this is a sideblog i don't really use anymore for a handful of reasons (read: the note i left on blackbird), i've been debating on whether or not to just up and delete the thing since it just kinda makes me feel icky seeing it
so i guess the short answer is: no, but i'm still doing my best in other ventures
sorry i’ve been like................deadass inactive here and on ao3 fdgfdgfd i’m working a pretty labor-intensive job now and have a lot of irl stuff to do........
ham man has thusfar been my favorite thing anyone has ever commented on something i wrote......but the bass pro shop pyramid is a new fighter on the scene
Some quick 5min doodles :B I’m trying to focus less on making things look good and just work on drawing faster. And for some reason that made my doodles actually look better than if I overthought it?? 😑
Featuring Maverick from Heterochromia by Milo (+ a blushing Katakuri) since I can’t stop thinking about them
Luckily, the blue tarp they patched up with duct tape is holding strong above their heads and the walls of the massive tire Kid’s taken refuge in is keeping the rest at bay. What water collects on the tarp drizzles down one side and drains off into some glass bottles that Killer rigged up so Kid could have something to drink and bathe with.
Rain never used to bother Kid before the fruit, but now he’s feeling groggy, sluggish, and gross. He pulls his legs in close under the wool blanket Killer brought, curling up in a tight ball on his piles of old rags, worn clothes, and dirty cloth.
Rubber boots splashing loudly in large puddles followed by rain pattering against an umbrella alerts him to someone approaching. Kid looks up, immediately on guard. But, as the person passes through the pouring rain, he realizes--it’s just Killer. And he has a plastic bag full of what appears to be packaged snacks. He frowns at him as he approaches.
“Oi…” Kid tries to protest as Killer shoves his way into the tire with him. “Thought ah tellt ye tae go home?”
“Ah would’ve, bit someone insisted oan sleeping ootdoors in th' wirst thunderstorm o' th' summer,” Killer retorts.
“Ye know ah don’t belong thare, Kill,” Kid mumbles. He snatches a bag of chips from the bag, rips them open, and grabs a fistful. “‘Sides, ah lik' sleeping ootdoors. Mak's me mair free. Lik' there’s nothin’ keeping me contained.”
“I dinnae,” Killer says. “The rain’s doin’ a richt weel job o’ that.”
Kid snorts and turns his glare out at the wall of water inches from their faces. “Bleedin’ rain…”
Within minutes, darkness falls over them, leaving only the light of the moon and faint smears of lamps from the town in the distance. They chatter a bit about some things from Killer’s house and stuff their faces with snacks. Eventually, though, they both end up weary and more yawns than words, and decide to bed down for the night.
The rain is still coming, the air is frigid. But it’s a little less cold with Killer there. And Killer’s so much taller than him that he has to fold up to fit inside the tire. Kid can blame it as the reason why he’s pressed up against him, why they’re sharing the blanket.
Or, well, he would. If Killer ever brought up that it was strange.
“...This isn’t weird, richt?” Kid finally asks, glancing up at his best friend.
“Whit?”
“This.”
“Oh.” He feels Killer shrug. “Nae really?”
“It's nae weird that wur bundled up in a tire richt up against each other?” Kid presses.
“Nope.”
Kid furrows his eyebrows. Okay, what the fresh hell was Killer playing at? Boys don’t just...cuddle up like this. It’s not manly. Even if it’s fucking freezing and they need to, for body heat. Killer shifts against him, propping his head up on Kid’s. He feels him hum.
“Ye've ne'er had siblings afore, hae ye?” Killer muses. “It’s nae weird when it’s brothers.”
Kid snorts and wants to gently remind Killer that they’re not related, they’re just friends...but falters. He’s never had any family. For all intents and purposes, he’d been raising himself since he was little. So when Killer says it like that, so simple, like Kid should’ve known that fact...somehow, despite the cold, he’s feeling even warmer.
“Oh,” Kid says, for back of any better response. He nestles his head into Killer’s neck. “Okay.”
For a moment, they just rest in silence, warmed by their shared body heat and lulled by the slowing rain and distant rumble of thunder. Kid’s eyes slowly shut, and just when he thinks he’s drifting off to sleep--
“He ain’t heavy,” Killer sings. “He’s my brother--”
Inspired by my favorite fic Blackbird by the talented @musasuchus , your Roci Law fluff is top tier quality and make my heart swell, Croc and Roci interaction is delightful to read, and dont get me started on the plot. Absolutely adore ya work mate
