#ask4ellis

[ask-keith]

Happy Halloween tuh y'all! Hope y'all get lots of good thangs tuh eat! 

[ask-keith]

[ask-keith]

[ask---dave]

Was on a drawing streak so I drew Me and the rest of the gang

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[ask-----ellis]

[Hey sweetie I think you're on the wrong blog -- it's happened to a lot of us! XD Awesome dose of deadpool though :3]

gdi what the heck tumblr

thanks ;-;

[ask-keith]

It's his best friend afterall. 

[hell-of-a-con]

LABOR DAY EVENT

[Throughout the day, ask4ellis and I will be posting drabbles describing the Labor Day celebrations of Keith, Ellis, Nick, and Overalls.]

“Fuck,” Nick hissed as soon as he rested back against the bathroom door.  He closed his eyes and shuddered in a breath.  He just needed to think calm thoughts, not panic and run for the fucking hills.  Irritation stirred up acid in his gut, rolling angrily as he moved for the sink.  He turned the cold tap on and gathered enough cool water in his hands to splash his face.

“It’s fine.  You’ll explain everything, let him know about all the group horseshit and the counseling and- Lie through your fucking teeth, Nick.  Lie, lie, lie and lie some more so he doesn’t go off the deep fucking end and get himself in a fight with Valls,” he let out a harsh breath but straightened up and used a handkerchief from his back pocket to wipe the excess water from his face.

He was a con for fuck’s sake and there was no way in hell he couldn’t defuse the situation with a good old fashioned bout of bullshitting and a smatter of apologizing.  To hell with total honesty. 

[hell-of-a-con]

LABOR DAY EVENT

[Throughout the day, ask4ellis and I will be posting drabbles describing the Labor Day celebrations of Keith, Ellis, Nick, and Overalls.]

“C’mon, sweetheart, let me get this outside before Lissy throws anything else onto the pile, huh?” Nick asked and gave a breathless chuckle as he maneuvered around Arden’s still prying hands.  He got through the dining room, but was halted before he could get any further.  “Arden-“

“Daddy, what’s wrong?” Arden asked, but Nick noted the bit of demand there as well.  He was a good kid, perfect as far as Nick was concerned and extremely intelligent for his age, but sometimes Nick wished he wasn’t so God damned observant.  He’d hidden the discomfort from Ellis, but the inability to walk without favoring the one foot was about impossible with his stack of foil-covered comfort food.

“Nothing’s wrong, okay?  I’m just a little under the weather.  Remember that bad case of allergies we got this time last year and we had the sniffles?  I’m just not sniffling yet,” he tried to lie and succeeded in getting out of the room and closer to the back door.

“’re yew hurt?” Arden asked and his voice held more accusation than a boy his age should be able to muster.

Nick kept moving, only giving a brief look back before he rushed out with, “No.  I’m not hurt, Ardy.  I’ll be right back, alright?”  The gambler got outside and felt a rush of relief as he took a breath and got all the polite greetings he could muster out of the way while he set the dishes about and lightened his load.