#kurlish week

[dirkgentlysincorrectquotesagency]

Ken: Did you just refer to the knife as a “people opener?”

Bart: Should I not have?

[thats-entirely-too-much-tuna]

Day 5 of Kurlish Week: Domestic. 

I present you with a couple of soft, domestic beans.

[carlyraebrotzman]

in honour of @kurlishweek and all the new promos here’s a quick cosplay of my favourite dirt muppet and ½ of americas power couple

[pumpkino]

it’s @kurlishweek!!!

Day 3 -  Food 

I’m pretty sure Bart has never had icecream before? does she know you can get cold food? @max please I need answers 

[kurlishweek]

COMING SOON: Kurlish Week

Greetings, Dirktectives- we have a little project on the horizon you might be interested in!

With all the love in this fandom for Brotzly and Faranda, we thought it about time our Murder Bros get a little niche to themselves too. Introducing KURLISH WEEK- your hub for all your Bart/Ken needs! Whether you ship them romantically or platonically, all interpretations are welcome!

But before we get this show on the road, we’re going to need your help!

With the exception of Day 8, which will be a Free Day, we’d like each day to have its own theme. So your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to send us one-word prompts! Our inbox is open, so if you can think of a word (or several- don’t be shy!) that could be a good starter/source of inspiration to anyone who wants to contribute, send it on in! We’ll choose seven of these words (or they might choose themselves if the same words get multiple suggestions) to become our daily themes!

We’re hoping to get this show on the road on October 1st to gear up for season 2- if you want more details on dates and submission guidelines (including our policy on NS/FW contributions), please visit our INFO PAGE- all your questions will be answered within! And if you have a question that isn’t answered, send it our way! In the meantime if you could reblog this/tell your friends that’d be great, we want as many people taking part as possible and the more prompt submissions, the better!

Later, chums!

[dont-offend-the-bees]

@kurlishweek Day 1: Touch

Well, here we go! I was really hoping to have a bit of art AND a bit of fic to post for each day, but we’ll have to see how we go ‘cuz productivity’s been a bit rough lately. Managed it today, though! Enjoy! <3

“When was the last time you combed this?”

Bart shrugs, smirking. He doing the teacher voice again. He uses that voice a lot, when she doesn’t eat or doesn’t look where she’s going or gets blood on his shoes. She used to find it annoying, but she’s kinda used to it now. Sometimes she does those things on purpose, just to wind him up. He’s super easy to wind up. “I dunno. When’s the last time you did it for me?”

Ken chuckles in that way he does sometimes. It’s real soft, and kinda high-pitched. He did it that time he sat outside the bathroom while she showered, so quiet she almost didn’t hear it over the water. She loves that laugh. It’s soft, like him. Kinda feels like a long time since she had anything soft in her life. People aren't soft with her, they're just- just loud, and rude and they scream and fight and beg. Sorta nice not to have to deal with that with Ken. He talks normal to her. "I don't know how you even washed it," he says, tugging at a knot in her hair. "You probably should've done this first."

"Eh, shoulda-woulda-coulda," she snorts. "It's hair. It don't care."

"Oh, it really does," he says, making a little yeesh sound as he finds another clump. "You need to take better care of it, then it wouldn't get so tangled."

She shrugs again. "I don't mind."

"You're not the one who has to untangle it."

"You don't have to, either."

His hands still in her hair a moment. "...True."

A few seconds tick by, and he doesn't move again. She grunts, reaching back to nudge his knee. "I mean... You can. If you want."

It's weird. Even when she's not looking at him, she knows when he's smiling. It's like she can feel it in her back of her neck, like sunlight. He gets back to the untangling, and Bart gets back to picking the sand from under her toenails. She thinks it's sand. But there's some other stuff in there, too. Stuff the shower couldn't get to.

Some time passes. She's not sure how much, she never really got time. Never really got the concept of it- if she always ends up where she needs to be, when she needs to be there, where does time fit in? Why keep track of it? It's just hassle. A thing people with no real purpose in life use to tell 'em when they should and shouldn't do things 'cause they don't know any better. But some time passes, and Ken stops picking at knots and starts running his fingers through her damp hair like a comb, parting the strands right up to her scalp. It’s nice. She leans into it.

"We should tie it up," he says quietly. "So it gets less... Bloody."

"You did that before," she says, smiling. She remembers those lil’ pigtail things he did. She kept those in for months while he was... Away.

"You want me to-?"

She nods, taking her hands off her feet for now. Her fingernails are too short to dig any deeper, anyway. She unfolds her legs, kicking them out straight in front of her as she flops back with a satisfied grunt. Her head lands, just like she was kinda hoping it would, on Ken's thigh, pretty high up, bouncing off his stomach a little.

"Oof. Okay." He lifts her head a little, just to scoop her hair out from under it, before setting it down a lot more gently than she just did. She feels him comb it out a few more times, kinda slow and thoughtful, before he really starts doing anything. "How about..."

He doesn't just bunch it up, again. Instead he picks up a way smaller chunk, and divides that into even more small ones. "Whatchu doin'?"

"Figured we could try something new," he says, doing something a little tricky with the three little strands in his hands. "You ever had braids before?"

Bart thinks about it. She knows what braids are, she's seen them. May have even tried to do one in her hair once, before giving up because it was too matted and she didn't really know how to make them, anyway. She grunts in a more negative way.

"'Kay, just stay still," he says, and she can feel the smile again. "Might take a while. Man, your hair is really messed up."

"It's good that you're here, then," she says, a little slower. It's nice, the sun through the cracked motel window, Ken's soft leg pillowing her head. His fingers, twisting and weaving her hair like he does with those crazy confusingly wires in his whatchamacallits. He always looks so careful with those things. Feels like he's being pretty careful now, too. Soft and careful. Nice. Nice place to just kinda lay awhile. "You can fix it for me."

He separates out some more strands, and she thinks he rubs her scalp a little more than he needs to while he's there. "You know I'm not actually a hairdresser, right?"

"Yeah," she says, closing her eyes. "But you'll fix it. You fix everything."

His hands pause again. The room falls quiet. But the moment - is it a moment? How long is a moment? She really doesn't get time- passes, and he gets back to it.

Not before she feels something warm and squishy press against her forehead real quick, though. So she wrinkles it. "'Chu just kiss me?"

"...No?"

She snorts. He still can't lie for shit. Not to her, anyway. She isn't mad, though. It was nice. Nice and soft and sweet. 

Just like him.

[holistichay]

Kurlish week- day 2: AUs An Alternate universe where Bart “Killer Angel” Curlish is a literal angel. (Here's a mood board/ aesthetic because I’m too lazy to draw)

[holisticnotebook]

Kurlish Week Day 2

Leverage AU Words: 724 Warnings: None

Bart scowls down at the business card in front of her as if she could kill it just by looking(Which she can, Ken’s seen her do it.) The offending piece of card winks up at her, it’s surface reflecting the lights of Ken’s rig. “You said you wanted to go clean.” Ken reminds her, pulling yesterdays take out from the mini-fridge, “This is your chance- our chance.”

“Well yeah, but not with them.” “What bothers you so much about these people?” Ken asks, pulling out some stirfry for himself.

“It’s Dirk Gently.” “Dirk Gently?” Ken huffs out a laugh, “Bart, that guy just saved your life.” “I know. That’s what’s bothering me.” “That he saved you?” “That he had to.” Ken sighs and pushes himself back from the table. “Is this about me? About how I didn’t realise how close the guards were until it was too late?” Bart glares at him as she snatches a piece of pork out of the take out bag. Ken was sure the box inside was secure but with Bart, she could snatch just about anything.

“No.” she says mid chew, “It’s about me. I should have been faster. Or ..somethin’” “Maybe it’s good to have people other than me looking out for you. People who can actually run in and fight instead of sitting in a van and worrying constantly. I can’t know everything, Bart. You can’t know everything, Bart.” “I know.”

Ken smiles at that and stands up with his take out. “I’m gonna go scope out the pool.” he tells her. He puts two fingers on the card and pushes it closer to Bart. “Think about it?”

-

Ken pushes open the doors of Holistic Consulting, his body practically vibrating with excitement. The offices take up the whole floor of a building, which Bart doesn’t get. She and Ken work perfectly well in a van that could fit into the corner of the waiting room. She grits her teeth as she glances around. The two doors behind her lead out. If she cranes her neck a little she can see that the one right in front of her leads into some sort of board room. “It’s kinda big.” she tells Ken, hoping he’ll pick up on her discomfort and tell her that this was all a mistake.

Before he can reply a wall to the right opens. No, a door. A door that is a wall. A wall that is a door? A woman holding two cups of coffee comes out. Bart recognises her as the Hitter. Bart thinks she could remember the woman’s name if she tried, but she doesn’t bother. She takes the coffee that’s handed to her and follows the woman’s directions. Right back through the wall-door. Door-wall…. It leads through to a cramped space. Three desks are crammed into the space. One is piled high with junk that Bart can’t find a reason for. A light bulb, a crank, a clown toy… Her eyes skip over to where a guy is sitting. She thinks he might be the Grifter. A few wadded up costumes are strewn about over his chair and under his desk. He’s got his head pillowed on his arm and is looking through them.

The last desk is organised meticulously, the papers piled in two different trays and the pencils in a uniform grey cup. “Uh.. Dirk?” The woman calls. There’s a clattering from underneath the first desk and then a frazzled looking Dirk Gently peeks over the top. “Ah, yes! Bart, Ken!”

As Dirk clambers around the desk his leg catches on something and he stumbles. He rights himself with vigour and reaches out to shake their hands. Ken accepts his hand, Bart glowers at him and holds her overly hot cup between both hands. “Have you two thought about our offer?” he asks undeterred. Ken nods his head and jerks his head towards the door. “I’ve got all my stuff back in the van.”

Bart looks up at him, the way his grin stretches his face too much. He holds himself in a way Bart’s never seen. Her eyebrows draw together when she looks back at Dirk. He’s looking back at her expectantly. Bart shrugs loosely. “What do you guys do, anyway?” she relents. Dirk smiles at her and leans back a little, “We provide… Leverage.”