My drawings from the whiteboard @rogdona made ^^ the ocs I drew belong to them (except for the doodle of obsidian)
And I got some amazing drawings from her in return too <33 (the obsidian on the right from the previous pic is by them too) THEY CAME OUT AMAZING TYSM!!!!!!
And lastly some smaller doodles lol (melon donation, Lois and last pic are mine, the others aren’t)
I have noticed that your requests are open once more , so might I request something(you can pick the vibe) with Notch and 404. The first one you did a while ago was amazing :)
NOTCH AND 404!! NOTCH AND 404!!!
"404, sound off," Jaimie released the button on her walkie and waited for a moment before sighing in frustration, "404, tell me what's going on here."
Silence greeted her on the other end, deafening in its persistence. She furrowed her brows and chanced a glance backward at the drop zone.
Nothing.
"We-e-e-es," she muttered sing-songily into the mic, "I'm going to k-ill you-u-u!"
"Calm down, christ-" Wes's voice crackled to life in Jaimie's earpiece and she finally let her breath out, "I'm fine."
"Listen, Stephen Jobs, not all of us have the Noxy-Box to tell us everything," Jaimie snapped into the dead air.
"Don't call it that."
"What? The good 'ol Noxy-Boxy? The Nox Pox? The-" Jaimie was interrupted by the sound of gunfire from somewhere beyond the drop zone.
"404? Notch?" Doc's voice sounded panicked as it rang over the radio, "Evac is in 5! I need covering fire over here!"
Jaimie leapt down from her vantage point and sprinted to the crest of the hill overlooking Doc's position. She clicked a button and her Tiger Shark expanded with a whirring click.
"404!" she called out and Wes's head appeared from a high building to her left, "What can you tell me?"
"Looks like they've got reinforcements. Radio chatter makes it sound like at least 20. Closing in on Doc and Dokka quickly."
"Shit-" Jaimie leaned over the concrete of the wall in front of her and scanned the street. She could see Doc and Dokka, pinned behind a barrier as gunfire rained on them, "I'll take out their equipment!"
"I've got you covered- I'll reroute their backup!" Wes called and Jaimie offered her a thumbs up before aiming down the sights of her bow.
She let an arrow fly into the crowd and heard one of the Masks drop with a scream. She waited for a beat before activating the EMP Pulse and watched as they all stared down at their tech in confusion.
"Ha! Fuck you!"
"Backup chopper is rerouted- I can probably keep their satcoms off us for about ten minutes, max," Wes glanced down at the chaos in the street as Doc and Dokka took advantage of it and moved to the alleyway.
--
"Merci, mon ami," Doc was panting, bent over with his hands braced on his knees, "if not for the two of you...." he trailed off and Jaimie patted him, hard, on the back.
"You two work well together," Dokka grinned and Wes nudged Jaimie in the ribs with a smirk, "Harry wasn't sure it'd be a good mix of tech and, well, anti-tech."
--
The wind down after a mission was always difficult.
Jaimie felt as if she was vibrating with excess energy, and Ace wasn't due back for at least a day or so, so she couldn't even bother him.
That meant that there was only one solution.
Jaimie knocked on the door of Wes's quarters and waited for a moment before rapping on the steel once more. When it swung open, Wes stared at her, confused, her hair tousled and a plain black t-shirt draped over her figure.
"Jaimie? What is it?"
Jaimie cleared her throat and brandished a set of DVDs in one hand and a case of beer in the other. Wes squinted at the covers for a moment before grinning at the sight-
Three of the Leprechaun films were clutched in Jaimie's fingers.
"Oh, so you've finally come to appreciate fine cinema with me?"
"Well, the five dollar bin at Walmart was picked pretty clean...it was this or Demolition Man," Jaimie shrugged with mock dismissiveness.
