#polytectives

[a-decent-human-being5]

Saw this post and thought it fit

[bitemarx]

they have these on the fridge of their shared apartment. jancy has the other copy on her desk, obviously.

pose ref under the cut

[saturday-byte]

Good moarning I miss these guys. Is this anything

[saum0-0]

i saw this post by @adorkastock and immediately thought of the drawtectives cuddle pile. i actually really like how this turned out for a 30 min doodle its so cutee

grandma really strikes me as the kind of person to wear a nightie, i think it suits her <3 rose is wearing bike shorts and an oversized [read: york’s] tshirt, and york is just wearing shorts. possibly boxers.

ref under the cut v

[chanceofbrainstormz]

These happened within like 40 minutes from eachother

[okmurph]

I imagine that at least once York was at an after party and one of the other models was drunk enough to just be like “so what’s the deal with those two” and York was like “oh that’s Rosé and grandma they come with me everywhere” and they were like “ok but is it, like, a sex thing?” And York was like “yeah, sometimes, but less often than you’d think, rosé sometimes has a girlfriend and gma is really busy with the dogs”

[crowfee]

drawtectives playing the game of life and every time york wins rosé and gma accuse him of having misogyny :/

[allthecastlesonclouds]

Death, Reversed

so i've planned out a drawtectives time loop fic!!

do YOU like time loops? do YOU like emotionally devastating rosé? do YOU like drawtectives that really can't exist without each other and don't quite know what to do when they lose their mom (and then again and then again and then–)? WELL do i have a fic for you!!

Death, Reversed is my drawtectives time loop fic; it's currently at 2/9 chapters and 5.6k words! rosé centric fic :) here's a snippet of chapter one for you!

The day Jancy dies, Rosé will be out buying milk. To be clear: buying milk is the fourth thing on her to-do list. She will be doing amazing for the day, checking things off in an effort to fill the time between waking up and heading to the office. To be clear: if she knew Jancy were dying, she wouldn’t be buying milk. But this is the first time Jancy will have died. It’s not like Rosé will have practice for it all. As it stands, Rosé is lying in bed, complaining in grumbles and groans and sighs as she slaps a hand out towards her phone, ringing on the bedside table. It’s not that early, but it’s too early for a phone call– she slaps York’s arm away from where it’s laying across her stomach, and kicks away Grenda’s legs half heartedly.

read it on ao3 here!