#killian adventurezone

[transformersweatpants]

Oooh could you draw Carey ( + killian if you want)

They,,,,

[xoxo-ben-xoxo]

TAZ: Balance characters as things I've said

Taako: You wanted to live a life totally free of sin? Yikes okay well your first mistake was initiating this conversation, my dude.

Magnus: God... I just...... hhhhhnnnng,,,,, w- women,, with muscles... good.

Merle: What part of a cactus isn't sexy???

Lup: Be gay do crime is not specific enough. Try to be creative. Be gay commit arson.

Barry: Jean glasses. Jlasses.

Lucretia: Shit! Fuck! I bought another fucking book! Why did nobody stop me??

Davenport: Why is there no sea shanties on your playlist? There should be. Get your life together.

Kravitz: Skeletons should be allowed a little re-animation, as a treat.

Angus: Ok Google how to get adopted by your teacher slash father-figure?

Killian: They say let's go lesbians, but where are we going?

Carey: I want to kick a child.

[resplendent-lup]

been thinking about killian............. but with short hair

[Image ID: a digital drawing of killian from the adventure zone, waist up and coloured with slightly transparent markers. the outline is in medium-thin black. she is an orc woman with light green skin and short, dark brown hair that ends just below her ears. she has 2 orc fangs and a serious but confident expression on her face. she is wearing a white tank top, has a septum piercing, and several ear piercings. in one arm, she loosely holds a small silver crossbow, pointing up. End ID]

[lupsbro]

*insert “arrives late to the party with starbucks” meme here* So I did the 6 fanarts challenge :)

Thanks for the suggestions! I combined them with some I got on instagram but I might make another one since I didn’t get to all of them

[ceilingfan5]

If you feel like writing some good ol' fashioned Carey and Killian fluff, that would be the most dope. (This is barryjaybluejeans, cashing in on my extra credit request!)

my weakness!!!

“Are you ready to get busy living or get busy dyin’?” Carey leans in the doorway of Killian’s room and Killian’s heart explodes into fourteen thousand tiny confetti pieces. She’s almost afraid to open her mouth lest heart dust fly out, but she does anyway, stunned in admiration of Carey’s outfit. It’s a slinky silk dress with thin straps, a shocking blue that isn’t her usual style. She’s prepared to stand out on their date. She doesn’t care who sees her, and what’s left of Killian’s heart gives an ugly squeeze at the idea. 

“Y- uh, um, yeah,” Killian says, mouth full of heart bits and head full of gay. 

“Do I look okay?” It’s a bit shy for Carey, usually so bombastic, but Killian gets it. She’s nervous too. 

“You look- Carey, you look amazing.” 

Carey grins, all teeth. 

“Course I do. That was a test, and you passed it.” 

Killian laughs. 

“You look gorgeous too,” Carey adds, stepping a little closer. “I especially like this...” She gestures cheesily but fondly at Killian’s chest. Killian’s wearing an open floral shirt and a low-cut tank top underneath, showing a lot more cleavage than she usually would. Her pants are a little tighter than normal too, showing the same pattern of thinking as Carey--this is the opposite of a fight. They don’t have to be ready for anything. This is different from their normal, from being a trio of fighting partners. That stings, just a tiny bit, but Killian won’t spend this time mourning. She’s happy that the tragedy of losing Boyland at least finally got them to admit that they were both bananas for each other. Ergo, the date, and the nerves, and the heart confetti. 

“Are you ready to get tipsy and make pottery?”

“Am I ever! I’ve been daydreaming about this place since they put the signs up! Coming Soon: A date with the hottest fighter you’ve ever met!” 

Killian grins, and almost hesitates, but she’s nothing if not brave to the point of foolishness. She leans down and kisses Carey, smooches her right good. And Carey, surprised but delighted, kisses her back. 

“Usually that happens at the end of the date! Little tricky,” she admits, gesturing at her incredibly thin dragonborn lips. “But it’s nothing practice won’t fix.” 

Killian blushes dark green. “Yeah. I’d, uh, I’d like to keep practicing. If you don’t mind. I think...Carey, I think we’ve waited long enough.”

“You know something? You’re so, so right. What’s it feel like, being such a brain genius all the time?” 

They laugh, and they walk to the dome with the Chug N’ Squeeze, stealing kisses the whole way.  

[emiko-matsui]

the chug n squeeze date but from carey and killian's perspective

[treddnevers]

some podcon day 1? i found friends!

bonus photobooth:

[ceilingfan5]

For sweet flips, 42 and 61? Or maybe the one with chocolates I dunno. Thank you!!

The Big Damn KissLove Confession Chocolate of Romance

Carey waits for just the right moment, tail flicking in anticipation. Three different people have tried to talk to her this morning and nearly gotten their heads bitten off from her anxiety. Taako reassured her that the chocolates she made for Heart Day were “nearly edible” and “not disgustingly hideous”, and she’s wrapped them up nicely and tied them up with a bow. The only thing she has left to do is actually hand the damn things over, and that’s got her frightened down the bone.

Because it’s not just chocolates. They’re romance chocolates. There’s a very clear implication there that Killian’s quick wit is going to spot, and then she’ll know, and then- ??? Carey isn’t quite sure. All of the catastrophizing in the world hasn’t gotten her that far.

So she sits on the low wall outside and she waits, and waits, and waits, kicking her feet and making herself wish she’d had a lot less breakfast. And finally Killian walks past, and Carey calls out to her as casually as she can manage (does Killian hear the warble of uncertainty in her voice? She hopes not.)

“Hey, stranger!”

She hops down and gives a big cheesy grin to Killian. All the nerves in the world can’t stop her from smiling at Killian. She’s so beautiful and strong and special and kind and hot and she can throw Carey like a fucking baseball and she’s such an intelligent leader and she’s saved her life so many times and-

“Hey, to you too. Whatcha got there?” Killian shrugs her backpack on and smiles back, glancing at the chocolate box. Something flits across her face that Carey doesn’t recognize. “Secret admirer?”

“Am, uh, n- er- fuck-” Carey takes a deep breath, and Killian blinks at her. “They, I made them for you. Hereyougo.” And she shoves them into Killian’s hands and resists every single cell in her body screaming at her to run, run, run for the hills. There aren’t even any fucking hills on the moon. What’s she meant to do, hide behind a dome? That would just be embarrassing. But what if Killian doesn’t like them? What if she throws them on the ground, or doesn’t get the sentiment, or-

Uh, bursts into tears?

Carey has never seen Killian cry, ever, and she’s seen her bench press a wagon.

“You, um, you alright there, bud?”

“These are for me? I’ve- I’ve never-” Killian has opened them and there it is, the confession, the cause of Carey’s untimely demise. WOULD YOU GO OUT WITH ME? “FUCK, Care, you- oh my god, I fucking-”

“Do, you, uh, do you like them?”

“Do I- Of COURSE I do! And- and- fucking of course I’ll go out with you, I thought you’d never ask, oh my god, you, I’m so-” she sniffles, and Carey almost wants to laugh. “I’m so happy?”

“Well, uh, hey,” Carey says, born and destined to press her luck to the very edge. “You know, it’s uh, customary to give somethin’ back when you get chocolates on Heart Day, yeah?”

“Well.” Killian wipes her face, smiling, smiling so big. “I don’t have much to give you. How about this?”

And she leans down and kisses Carey, right on her nonexistent lips. And Carey faints, right fucking there in the quad, visions of cartoon birdies and exploding hearts circling her sweet head.