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@waterlemelonz
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From here on out this is my main ramble and mostly columbo account! Enjoy the ride!
Note that my art account is @lemeloox
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columbo and colambo
non smiling Gumshoe
He is such a pretty princess even without smiling......🥹🥹 Especially love the one in the middle where his head is looking down a little he is exceptionally cute there
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My favorite bit in columbo so far is when columbo is carrying a random cardboard box or paper bag for 30 mins that could or could not be relevant to the case. He's got his notepad, a cigar, and some other stuff too don't worry about it ok
just a little guy.
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Ellis x GN reader angst & fluff
tw: Mentions character death, blood and gore, violence
Ellis’s bright personality begins to falter for once. And he needs someone to lean on. He misses his close ones.
Request sent in by my close friend @waterlemelonz! 🫶 thank you for the request. This was much fun to write.
Around 1,500 words.
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It was another week of endless fighting, looting, and scavenging for whatever may be left while trying to get to New Orleans. Every day the end just seemed nearer and nearer. The smell of death and smoke that wafted throughout the cities was not exactly comforting for your current situation either. The military and CEDA practically vanished from the planet. The dead walking, mutating into something beyond human, beyond just dead men walking. Tanks.. smokers.. hunters.. witches.. and many, many more you’d wish you’d never had to see in your lifetime.
You’d met a team of four during your fight for survival through the city. Sticking out for each other, probably till the end. Whenever that will be.
But there was one that stood out, Ellis. The boy was always talking in some way shape or form. About his buddies, his life back at home, his auto repair shop he ran with his closest friends, including their band together. Kept things light, lowering tensions and easing the group… alteast whenever he could finish a story. Which was, close to never. The others found it exceptionally annoying, or reckless in the craze of things. Especially Nick, the asshole.
But you found them comforting, like a beacon of hope in the darkness. His stories often made your mind ponder something else, something that wasn’t apocalypse related atleast.
Distract you from the blood splattered on your clothes, the way it stuck to your fingers and stained everything it touched with a rancid smell. Helped ease the angry grumbling of your empty stomach as it had been weeks since a proper meal. It kept you grounded at times after the adrenaline wore off, in a saferoom that you’d just barely made it into. It stopped the nervous fiddling with your gun as it gave you something else to contemplate, something besides how you would meet your unenviable end. His stories.. actually helped.
Even the soft humming he did every now and then seemed to lull you to sleep. It sounded like a song maybe his friends made, or The Midnight Riders? You couldn’t tell, but it was a pleasing sound to hear while stuffed in an uncomfortable sleeping bag located in some dingy safe room.
And so you tried to match the energy. Not as crazy or reckless as him. But just stay optimistic, be happy about the little things, remember the good times and value those moments you’ve had in your life.
Though.. maybe running around with him a bit in kiddie land for awhile. As much as you tried to hold back your desire to do so, you gave in.
The two of you were like peas in a pod, just two balls of sunshine in the depressing atmosphere.
Some days you would stay up together, sipping what beer he’d found laying around, and passing the bottle. Talking about old times, before the hell of the Green Flu. Hushed voices in the saferoom, trying not to bother or wake the others.
But recently, the man had quieted down more than usual. Less jokes and more awkward silence nearly the entire day. His hat tipped down more than usual. So you took the opportunity to ask him, now that it was just him and you.
“Ellis, are you alright? You’ve been quieter than usual.” You focused on his expression. Lower than usual, admiring the soft look of his cheeks, his light stubble, his eyes soft yet attempting to stay unyielding admist the situation. The light bruises and scratches that littered his face were more apparent now as you focused on them.
His gaze was on the floor as he placed the bottle of beer down with a light clink.
“Just been.. I dunno'. Thinkin’ more recently.“
He paused for a moment, thinking about how to word his next sentences.
“..About?” You placed a soft hand on his shoulder. Feeling the grime on the fabric of his shirt against the palm of your hand. A mixture of sweat, blood, whatever other bodily fluid the infected had to spew at him.
“S’ just, how much longer can we keep on goin’ like this?” He mumbled quieter.
“I miss my ma’ my pa’ I dunno' if they’re even alive anymore. My family.. my buddies.”
He chuckled to himself lightly. “Damn it, looka’ me gettin’ all mushy n’ shit. But man..”
“.. am I tired a’ this.” He mumbled out that last part. Everyone was feeling it, almost always running on an empty stomach, the fatigue. Always running, swinging, reloading, scavenging.. the list went on and on. The risk that every time they exited a safe room, it might just be the choice that would lead to their fate.
Ellis missed the smell of oil and metallic machinery of his auto shop. He never enjoyed it very much then, but now having the foul stench of blood and death clinging to your skin? he couldn't help but yearn for it now.
Or the smell of his mothers sweet baking. He swore that apple pie was sent straight down from heaven itself. Even the ribs his father made flickered through his mind, it was smoked with a combination of apple and hickory wood and left at 180 degrees for about 6 hours. Then glazed and seasoned in copious amounts, his stomach rumbled at the distant memory, he craved for some decent food that wasn't rations of whatever they found out in the cities.
His fingers itched for the satisfying strum of his bass guitar's strings. To be with his pal's without a care in the world again, to have their obnoxious music echoing off the walls of their little studio. For his best friend Keith to materialize next to him and remind him things would be all right, just like he used to.
You watched his expression carefully, as if you could read his brain and see the nostalgia rush through his mind. But those memories only seemed to add to his dejection.
“Hell, you remind me so much of Keith.” He admitted, his head low, his hat shadowing his face in the dim light. He leaned his body into your touch, bathing in the warmth of another, his side on yours now. "Always cheerin' me on, no matter what, doin' stupid shite together." He chuckled that last part.
You inched yourself impossibly closer to him, pulling his head to your chest as your arms wrapped around him lightly. His own arms slowly wrapped around your body.
The hug was warm.. comforting. Despite the fact you both smelled like rotting corpses.
“It’s gonna be alright Ellis, we’ll find CEDA. They have to be around somewhere, right?”
“Man, I hope yer’ right.” He clenched just a bit tighter. His eyes closing as you both held eachother close in that embrace, his eyebrows furrowed. His body leaning into your own as his breathing quickened slightly.
His soft cries were not unheard by you. Softly rubbing his back as you stayed by his side.
“It’s gonna be alright Ellis.” You comforted him, never seeing Ellis, ever the optimistic one breaking down. His facade cracked, and now had shattered in your arms as he tried not to drench your clothes with his pitiful tears.
“Aw shit.. M’ sorry. S’ just been so hard.” He sniffled softly, wiping his tears with one hand. His voice cracked and broke, his Southern drawl deeper and more prominent, more pronounced with his breaking voice.
“I know Ellis, we’re all feeling it. We gotta stay strong, we’ll find CEDA, or.. atleast more people.” You said, filled with determination. Despite knowing that it may never happen down the line. But you had to have some sort of hope. You kept him close, his head raised now. Eyes connected, his face unusually red and wet with tears.
With a hesitant hand you wiped them away. And he leaned into the touch, his head practically in your palm. Your nervousness slowly fading.
“I’m happy yer’ here. Always cheerin’ me up, just as Keith always did.” He practically gushed with a sniffle, he slid off his hat with his free hand in the intimate moment, short hair and soft curls revealed underneath it.
“It’s funny, cause it was always you cheering me up.” You replied tenderly, your hand on his chin reaching up and tangling in his soft curls. His locks stuck together in some places due to dried blood. In any other situation you’d be utterly disgusted, but now? It seemed almost normal as you probably had some in your own.
Light fingers massaged and kneaded at his scalp. Trying to help ease any discomfort, he leaned into the touch further.
His half lidded eyes glanced down at your lips, he leaned forward warily, testing your reaction before chapped lips met your own in a tender kiss. His eyes fluttered shut, as did yours. Your hand in his hair tightened slightly, brown locks intertwined between your fingers.
And maybe, just for a moment you weren’t in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. Just here, with him. All other sounds and sensations forgotten, you only focused on him.
When you pulled back a moment later, you gazed at him once more. Dried tears stained his cheeks, his eyelids fluttered open from their once closed state. The realization dawned on him that he’d just kissed you.
“Holy shit..” he paused for a moment.
“I love you..” He suddenly spoke, his breath ghosting your lips from how close he remained.
“I love you too.”
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We need more Ellis love people!
Thanks for reading, you can also find this on Archive of our own. Please support me at my ko-fi account if you like my work. Any and all support is appreciated! 🫶 Will be opening Commissions soon!
THIS IS SO GOOD THANK YOU
I Care
Ellis x GN reader angst & fluff
tw: Mentions character death, blood and gore, violence
Ellis’s bright personality begins to falter for once. And he needs someone to lean on. He misses his close ones.
Request sent in by my close friend @waterlemelonz! 🫶 thank you for the request. This was much fun to write.
Around 1,500 words.
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It was another week of endless fighting, looting, and scavenging for whatever may be left while trying to get to New Orleans. Every day the end just seemed nearer and nearer. The smell of death and smoke that wafted throughout the cities was not exactly comforting for your current situation either. The military and CEDA practically vanished from the planet. The dead walking, mutating into something beyond human, beyond just dead men walking. Tanks.. smokers.. hunters.. witches.. and many, many more you’d wish you’d never had to see in your lifetime.
You’d met a team of four during your fight for survival through the city. Sticking out for each other, probably till the end. Whenever that will be.
But there was one that stood out, Ellis. The boy was always talking in some way shape or form. About his buddies, his life back at home, his auto repair shop he ran with his closest friends, including their band together. Kept things light, lowering tensions and easing the group… alteast whenever he could finish a story. Which was, close to never. The others found it exceptionally annoying, or reckless in the craze of things. Especially Nick, the asshole.
But you found them comforting, like a beacon of hope in the darkness. His stories often made your mind ponder something else, something that wasn’t apocalypse related atleast.
Distract you from the blood splattered on your clothes, the way it stuck to your fingers and stained everything it touched with a rancid smell. Helped ease the angry grumbling of your empty stomach as it had been weeks since a proper meal. It kept you grounded at times after the adrenaline wore off, in a saferoom that you’d just barely made it into. It stopped the nervous fiddling with your gun as it gave you something else to contemplate, something besides how you would meet your unenviable end. His stories.. actually helped.
Even the soft humming he did every now and then seemed to lull you to sleep. It sounded like a song maybe his friends made, or The Midnight Riders? You couldn’t tell, but it was a pleasing sound to hear while stuffed in an uncomfortable sleeping bag located in some dingy safe room.
And so you tried to match the energy. Not as crazy or reckless as him. But just stay optimistic, be happy about the little things, remember the good times and value those moments you’ve had in your life.
Though.. maybe running around with him a bit in kiddie land for awhile. As much as you tried to hold back your desire to do so, you gave in.
The two of you were like peas in a pod, just two balls of sunshine in the depressing atmosphere.
Some days you would stay up together, sipping what beer he’d found laying around, and passing the bottle. Talking about old times, before the hell of the Green Flu. Hushed voices in the saferoom, trying not to bother or wake the others.
But recently, the man had quieted down more than usual. Less jokes and more awkward silence nearly the entire day. His hat tipped down more than usual. So you took the opportunity to ask him, now that it was just him and you.
“Ellis, are you alright? You’ve been quieter than usual.” You focused on his expression. Lower than usual, admiring the soft look of his cheeks, his light stubble, his eyes soft yet attempting to stay unyielding admist the situation. The light bruises and scratches that littered his face were more apparent now as you focused on them.
His gaze was on the floor as he placed the bottle of beer down with a light clink.
“Just been.. I dunno'. Thinkin’ more recently.“
He paused for a moment, thinking about how to word his next sentences.
“..About?” You placed a soft hand on his shoulder. Feeling the grime on the fabric of his shirt against the palm of your hand. A mixture of sweat, blood, whatever other bodily fluid the infected had to spew at him.
“S’ just, how much longer can we keep on goin’ like this?” He mumbled quieter.
“I miss my ma’ my pa’ I dunno' if they’re even alive anymore. My family.. my buddies.”
He chuckled to himself lightly. “Damn it, looka’ me gettin’ all mushy n’ shit. But man..”
“.. am I tired a’ this.” He mumbled out that last part. Everyone was feeling it, almost always running on an empty stomach, the fatigue. Always running, swinging, reloading, scavenging.. the list went on and on. The risk that every time they exited a safe room, it might just be the choice that would lead to their fate.
Ellis missed the smell of oil and metallic machinery of his auto shop. He never enjoyed it very much then, but now having the foul stench of blood and death clinging to your skin? he couldn't help but yearn for it now.
Or the smell of his mothers sweet baking. He swore that apple pie was sent straight down from heaven itself. Even the ribs his father made flickered through his mind, it was smoked with a combination of apple and hickory wood and left at 180 degrees for about 6 hours. Then glazed and seasoned in copious amounts, his stomach rumbled at the distant memory, he craved for some decent food that wasn't rations of whatever they found out in the cities.
His fingers itched for the satisfying strum of his bass guitar's strings. To be with his pal's without a care in the world again, to have their obnoxious music echoing off the walls of their little studio. For his best friend Keith to materialize next to him and remind him things would be all right, just like he used to.
You watched his expression carefully, as if you could read his brain and see the nostalgia rush through his mind. But those memories only seemed to add to his dejection.
“Hell, you remind me so much of Keith.” He admitted, his head low, his hat shadowing his face in the dim light. He leaned his body into your touch, bathing in the warmth of another, his side on yours now. "Always cheerin' me on, no matter what, doin' stupid shite together." He chuckled that last part.
You inched yourself impossibly closer to him, pulling his head to your chest as your arms wrapped around him lightly. His own arms slowly wrapped around your body.
The hug was warm.. comforting. Despite the fact you both smelled like rotting corpses.
“It’s gonna be alright Ellis, we’ll find CEDA. They have to be around somewhere, right?”
“Man, I hope yer’ right.” He clenched just a bit tighter. His eyes closing as you both held eachother close in that embrace, his eyebrows furrowed. His body leaning into your own as his breathing quickened slightly.
His soft cries were not unheard by you. Softly rubbing his back as you stayed by his side.
“It’s gonna be alright Ellis.” You comforted him, never seeing Ellis, ever the optimistic one breaking down. His facade cracked, and now had shattered in your arms as he tried not to drench your clothes with his pitiful tears.
“Aw shit.. M’ sorry. S’ just been so hard.” He sniffled softly, wiping his tears with one hand. His voice cracked and broke, his Southern drawl deeper and more prominent, more pronounced with his breaking voice.
“I know Ellis, we’re all feeling it. We gotta stay strong, we’ll find CEDA, or.. atleast more people.” You said, filled with determination. Despite knowing that it may never happen down the line. But you had to have some sort of hope. You kept him close, his head raised now. Eyes connected, his face unusually red and wet with tears.
With a hesitant hand you wiped them away. And he leaned into the touch, his head practically in your palm. Your nervousness slowly fading.
“I’m happy yer’ here. Always cheerin’ me up, just as Keith always did.” He practically gushed with a sniffle, he slid off his hat with his free hand in the intimate moment, short hair and soft curls revealed underneath it.
“It’s funny, cause it was always you cheering me up.” You replied tenderly, your hand on his chin reaching up and tangling in his soft curls. His locks stuck together in some places due to dried blood. In any other situation you’d be utterly disgusted, but now? It seemed almost normal as you probably had some in your own.
Light fingers massaged and kneaded at his scalp. Trying to help ease any discomfort, he leaned into the touch further.
His half lidded eyes glanced down at your lips, he leaned forward warily, testing your reaction before chapped lips met your own in a tender kiss. His eyes fluttered shut, as did yours. Your hand in his hair tightened slightly, brown locks intertwined between your fingers.
And maybe, just for a moment you weren’t in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. Just here, with him. All other sounds and sensations forgotten, you only focused on him.
When you pulled back a moment later, you gazed at him once more. Dried tears stained his cheeks, his eyelids fluttered open from their once closed state. The realization dawned on him that he’d just kissed you.
“Holy shit..” he paused for a moment.
“I love you..” He suddenly spoke, his breath ghosting your lips from how close he remained.
“I love you too.”
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We need more Ellis love people!
Thanks for reading, you can also find this on Archive of our own. Please support me at my ko-fi account if you like my work. Any and all support is appreciated! 🫶 Will be opening Commissions soon!
THIS IS SO GOOD THANK YOU
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Extra stuff below cut
Columbo Sketches from Etude in Black
I took way too many dang screenshots of this man for drawing references so stay tuned for part 2 sometime 😭
Art trade completed w/ lunarbiite , heh.. . 🪰 cue my evil hand rubbing motions. I’ve been really into Dispatch so this was reeeeal fun to work on (and tedious, kill mwe pls).
Icon-less alt + facial closeup + reference below 👇🏼🧙🏼♂️
Morning Dog Walk <3
Inspired by some really cool artists I've been seeing lately such as @possessedpasm and @danicalzone who do amazing things with retro style and paper textures!
"What was he talking about?"
"I don't know, I wasn't listening."
Art trade + commission of pumpkin.w.paw’s dnd character + and gift of my friend’s (rigormortis’s) Roblox avatar :). I’ve been improving on a lot of stuff while I’ve been gone.
(two alts of the comm below)
Anyone in the Columbo fandom, what is your favorite episode?
Mine is A Friend in Deed and Columbo Goes to College
Here's why:
A friend in deed has plot twists, it doesnt center around the husband who had an argument with his wife, it now involves a police chief, who asks his friend to cover for him the way he also did. Power dynamics are involved here. The ending is the best where Columbo is like "he doesn't live here, I do."
Columbo goes to college blends the 80s style mystery movies with a modern twist-- having it center around rich college students who cheat on an exam made it relatable to modern audiences, while Columbo's presence maintains the old school detective character that is more likeable than the rich college students.
I also like the Johnny Cash episode, where Johnny Cash is likable in the role and is entertained by Columbo's questions. I like episodes where the main character gets along with Columbo. And I love the repeat actors (Robert Culp, Jack Cassidy, and Patrick McGoohan)
My favourites are Negative Reavtion and Suitable for Framing and columbo goes to college for the same reasons.
Loved seeing Van Dykes in that episode, it was so cool to see him in a villain light
Suitable for framing was just so iconic - Ross Martian did such a good job too, the gotcha moment at the end was satisfying and hilarious. No words, just a shrug from columbo was all it needed lolll.
I have alot that I liked but I reallyyyy need to rewatch the series again, seeing Robert culp reappear is funny too.
Spot your faves!!
YAYYY alright can we get maybe something fluffy and romantic with him. love you mrs. columbo but we can share 🫶🏼 just play in the space with meee
mrs. columbo please. we'll have him back by 9 i promise. mmm but yes okay! i think this might scratch the itch... even if i did get a tad out of hand <3
columbo / reader || secret ingredient 𓌉◯𓇋₊♡‧₊˚
[✦ AO3 link] SFW. gender neutral reader. established relationship. domesticity, fluff, cooking, comfort, doggish charm, smoking. classic 'lumbo beats.
The apartment greeted you with the rich, sacred perfume of garlic and Roma tomatoes when you pushed through the door; a scent so thick and welcoming you could physically feel your nerves un-tensing one by one. The late afternoon light slanted through the kitchen window in dusty amber beams, catching motes of flour still suspended in the air, and there he was: your Columbo, haloed in that golden haze, standing at the stove in a frilled apron with Here's cooking at you, kid! stitched across the front in cheerful red thread that had seen better days.
He was stirring something in a battered pot, the wooden spoon moving in lazy, hypnotic circles, and when he turned to look at you. Oh, when he turned — his whole face transformed. That lopsided smile bloomed across his features like sunrise breaking over mountains and valleys of rumpled bedsheets, crinkling the corners of those sharp, coffee-dark eyes. It never failed to wrap something warm and impossibly soft around your heart. His hair was more disheveled than usual from the activity, dark curls rebelling in every direction as though he'd been running his hands through them while he cooked, and there was a smudge of tomato sauce on his jaw that he either hadn't noticed yet or didn't think to smudge off. The sight of him there, domestic and slightly absurd in that ridiculous apron, backlit by dying sunlight and wreathed in the steam rising from dinner, made your chest ache with something too tender for words.
"Hey there!" His voice cut through the fog of your exhaustion like a warm hand reaching into cold water. He set down the wooden spoon with a soft clack against the ceramic utensil rest. "Rough day, huh?"
The question hung between you, gentle and knowing. His eyes, those deceptively sleepy eyes that missed nothing, traced over you with the same careful attention he gave to crime scenes and alibis. "I can tell by the way you're holdin' your shoulders."
The weight you'd been carrying all day suddenly felt heavier under his observation, your body betraying every stress and frustration you'd tried to bury. You didn't even have the energy to ask how he knew. He always knew. It was his gift and his curse, that relentless noticing, but when it was turned on you with such tenderness, it felt like being seen by candlelight. Private, forgiving, familiar comfort.
He wiped his hands on a towel and shuffled over, calloused fingers gentle as they lifted the bag from your aching shoulder. The relief was immediate and physical. "C'mon, sit down." His hand found the small of your back, guiding you with a touch that was both protective and grounding. "I made gnocchi. My mother's recipe, y'know, the one with the— oh, what does she call it..."
He paused, his brow furrowing in that theatrical way that made him look like a confused hound dog, one finger raised as if to pluck the memory from the air. "Ah, well. It's a secret ingredient, anyway."
He tapped the side of his nose conspiratorially, and the gesture was so perfectly, absurdly him that despite all you'd gone through at work today, the weight still pressing on your chest and the exhaustion singing in your bones, you smiled. It started small, just a quirk at the corner of your mouth, but it grew, blooming like something that had been waiting all day for permission to exist. He returned it tenfold, triumphantly smug.
The kitchen was a beautiful catastrophe. Pots colonized every available surface, portions of the countertops painted with the frescoes of splattered sauce, each drop a small monument to his enthusiastic cooking.
