#TRTH

Done some drawing for one of my wips

“Of course I’m staying with Charlie; I’m not abandoning her. What kind of question is that?”

“I put up with him for Vox’s sake; that is it.”

“I only care insomuch as it affects Vox. Lucifer and I do loathe each other, after all. And I didn’t care to be involved, in the first place! Far to many emotions, for my taste.”

Rare clover post in these times

Forgot to post them here but a month ago I drew up some oc designs (+ mystery) for keychains and they arrived earlier this month :3

Mystery was an impulsive, last minute add after watching kpdh like 500 times 😭💀

Stalking - Oc Animation Meme

(Inspired by jojoartsblog)

I’ve been obsessed with this song since I saw their posts and I’m so mad it’s not a full song ( ´Д`)y━･~~

Details and stats below cut if anyone cares

Time taken: ~6 hours

4.4 hours drawing and creating assets

~2ish hours tweening and sticking everything together

Apps Used:

Procreate

CapCut

Ocs (in order of appearance):

Oskar

Annette

Oskar isn’t really important to the main story but he is an important part of Annette’s past!

A collection of doodles since I don’t have much to post rn

The Ride to Happiness - Plopsaland de Panne

The reason why we’re told to keep going, to keep marching, to make it over the hurdle and through the storm is because its not till you make it over that you can really see.
While we suffer or struggle. while we feel like we’re drowning, we’re really just blind men who think we see it all.
Its when we make it over that we see, not only how strong we were all along, but how brief that moment that felt like forever really was. It’s in that moment, towering over the clouds that we see how beautiful and necessary it all was, and suddenly we can say thank yoi for what we once ran from

#storms #clouds #trth #peace #growth #poetry #poem #writing #writersunite #writingcommunity #poetryquotes #qotd #wordstagram #spilledink #poemsociety #poetrysociety #wordswithqueens #writerssociety #writinglife
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Stay away from people who make you feel like you are hard to love. —unknown

“I learn people are psycho and if it were not fir the Blood of Jesus my fist would meet their throat”

greatest thing i have ever read (on facebook)

so sad.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Sequel to Come Hell (or High Water). Emmet is now an alcoholic with a beard and Bad Cop is still Bad Cop.

Lucy dishes Bad Cop up a big plate of real talk. 

contains swearing and a little violence.

Bad Cop stared into his glass, then almost dropped it. Someone was knocking aggressively. He walked to the door and peered through the peephole. Lucy stood outside, arms crossed. It had been less than an hour since he’d dropped Emmet off at his apartment. There was no way he could have gotten himself into trouble in that time. He sighed and opened the door.

“You’ve got some fucking nerve.”

Lucy took a step forward and punched him in the face. He staggered back a few steps and held his hand over his holster. She laughed angrily.

“You’re going to shoot me, tough guy? Go on then. You’ve been waiting long enough.”

His arms went slack. His mouth was half open, struggling to find words.

“What’s this about?”

“You know damn well what its about, B. Don’t play games.” She stepped towards him again and he cowered.

“I’m not going to–” She stopped, and looked at him. “Just sit down. We need to talk.”

“Alright. Just let me close the door.” He slinked past her and shut the door, then gripped his hair. She shook her head at him and walked to his coffee table. she bent down and rifled through a pack of smokes and stuffed one in her mouth, lighting it.

Bad Cop collapsed onto the couch and held his head. She paced in front of him, a cloud of smoke around her.

“I’ve always known, you know.” She said quietly. “Right from the start. He told me, in a roundabout way. I can’t say I was thrilled but, I thought, it’s a one off. He got sucked into your sad puppy bullshit. Felt sorry for you maybe. He doesn’t know any better, he wasn’t there till the end. Less to forgive.”

Bad Cop reached out to the table. His hands wouldn’t work. It took several tries to open the pack and slide out a cigarette. He clumsily stabbed it towards his mouth and tried to light it. Lucy watched him, and finally grabbed the lighter and lit it for him. He looked into her eyes a moment, then away quickly, gripping the cigarette tight between his fingers.

“You feel bad now, huh? Little late for that. So I thought it was maybe a once off, heat of the moment deal. But then it wasn’t. Something changed. He won’t tell me. But he wasn’t there anymore. He was someone else.”

She pinched the bridge of her nose and took long, measured breaths.

“I tried talking to him about this. How it has to stop. I thought–” she let out a laugh. “I thought I’d gotten through to him. But then tonight, I looked outside, and there you two are, right under the streetlight, making out so the whole fucking world can see. Rubbing my nose in it. ”

She pointed at him, her mouth a snarl. Her voice was low.

“You took everything from me. Everything. And now I finally have a chance at being happy, and you’re taking that too? You should be thankful for the fact I let you walk around breathing.”

“Lucy…”

“You think you get a chance to make excuses? I’m not finished, not by a long shot. I forgave you. I buried the fucking hatchet. But that grave’s still fresh, B. You forget. My friends ask why I even let you in the house, and now, what? Have you been fucking him? In the bed I sleep in? Is this a power thing? Is it a sick game?”

“No!” Bad Cop yelped. “No, we never did, I’d never–”

“Why would I believe you?”

Bad Cop stared at the table. The glass of whisky sat half full. He reached for it and gulped it down.

“Yeah, that’s right,” she sneered. “That’s always the answer. Drink. Don’t face up to anything.”

He finally looked her square in the eye.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said, his voice gravel.

“How about you explain it, then. I have time.”

He rubbed his eyes, then grit his teeth as his hand brushed over his cheek. She gotten him good. There’d be a bruise in the morning.

“I did everything I could to stop him.”

She crossed her arms.

“You’re lying. You always could have stopped him. You’re persuasive when you want to be,” she reached for another cigarette. “Or, you used to be.”

“I’d never do that to Emmet.”

“You remember the day you and I both met Emmet?”

“Of course I do.” He growled. He felt a growing heat in his chest.

Lucy paced behind the couch, and leaned down over it, her voice low.

“You were going to kill him, and I saved him.”

Bad Cop stared straight forward.

“We do this dance now. Where everything is ok. We forget everything that’s happened between us. I do it for Emmet, I don’t know about you.”

He continued to stare into nothing, only moving to bring the cigarette to his mouth and inhale.

“But I wasn’t faking it when I forgave you. I meant it. I put everything aside and believed you’d changed.” Her fingers clawed around the back of the couch. “I let my guard down. Maybe I was wrong to do that.”

“Maybe.”

“Are you even taking this seriously?”

He turned to her.

“I can’t go back in time. It’s done. What do you want me to do?”

She pounded her fists against the back of the couch.

“I want you to care!”

“I do care.”

She shook her head.

“You’re just sorry you got caught.”

“No. But I don’t know what you want. To keep yelling at me? Telling me everything I’ve done wrong?” He grit his teeth “I’ve heard it.”

“You’re right.” She walked to the other cough and sat down, holding her head. They sat in silence. She looked at his phone sitting on the table and picked it up, He stiffened and reached forward to stop her, but then thought better of it. She held it up.

“This is what I want you to do. If he texts you’re busy. If he calls, you can’t talk. Hell, tell him you don’t want to talk. Tell him you don’t wanna see him. Anything. But it has to stop. If he comes to the door you don’t fucking answer.”

“He’ll think… I hate him.” Bad Cop said.

“If that’s what it takes.”

“You want me to hurt him?”

“You already are. He’s been picking up all your bad habits. He’s not himself anymore. I just want him back.” She sighed.  “And besides, you’ve had no problem at all with hurting me.”

Bad Cop blinked, then looked at her, face blank.

“If that’s what you want.”

“It’s what I want.”

She stood up.

“I’m sorry it has to be this way.”

“It’s fine.” His voice was cold. Her face softened.

“Maybe once things sort out, maybe we–”

“I said I’d do it,” he cut her off. “Is that it? Are you done?”

“B. You made it this way. I had to do this.”

“Go home, Lucy. Go back to your life. You got what you wanted.” He reached for the bottle and necked it.  

Lucy gave him one last look, then sighed and walked out.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Sequel to Come Hell (or High Water). Emmet is now an alcoholic with a beard and Bad Cop is still Bad Cop.

emmet and bc talk about stuff.

contains swearing i think i cant remember.

When Bad Cop arrived at the bar it was hard to make his way through the crowd. There were people everywhere in various uniforms, or suits with loose ties and beer spilled down the front. It was only when people turned and noticed his uniform that they made room for him to walk through. He found Emmet sitting at the bar, peering into a glass of coke and looking bored. He was in his work gear, but his sleeves were rolled high and his arms were still slightly red from a day spent outdoors. He looked up when Bad Cop took a seat beside him.

“No beer?”

“Im trying to slow down.” Emmet said, taking a sip.

“Not the worst idea I’ve heard.” Bad Cop lazily waved his hand to the bartender. Emmet raised an eyebrow.

“Are you allowed to drink in uniform?”

Bad Cop chuckled.

“Even if I wasn’t, what then? I put myself on probation?” He unclipped his badge and put it in his pocket. “There.”

The Bartender pulled him a beer and plonked it in front of him, froth spilling onto the coaster. Bad Cop reached for his wallet.

“On the house.” The bartender said. “Cops scare away trouble.”

“Im not on duty.”

“All the same.”

Bad Cop shrugged and threw back his beer. Emmet looked at it longingly.

“You’re pathetic.”

Emmet scowled at him.

“What do you want, anyway? You said you need to talk.”

“This is new. You mad at me, kid?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Emmet finished his coke and slammed the glass on the bar, wiping his hand across his mouth.

“Alright.”

Emmet stared down at the bar for a moment. Then swore.

“If you really need to know–”

“I dont.”

“–Lucy is mad about me drinking too much and spending all my time with you. She says I don’t talk to her anymore.”

Bad Cop frowned and took another drink. he watched Emmet pull out a folded was of cash and flick through it.

“Screw it. I’m drinking.” Emmet flattened a 20 against the bar and tried to get the bartender’s attention.

“What happened to slowing down?”

Emmet ignored him and gulped down half his beer as soon as it appeared. He ordered another, then began to drink again, more slowly.

“So what did you need to talk to me about?”

“Those Duplos that gave you trouble.“

"Oh.”

“I went to see a guy I know. I can’t use the official routes to go after them, for obvious reasons. But I want to keep an eye on them.”

Emmet ran his finger along the edge of his beer glass.

“Anything so far?”

“Well, the character you had a run in with, the junkie. Seems like he prefers being in that out, based on his record. He’s a Duplo, but he’s low rank. He found his way in while he was incarcerated years ago, and he’s been a career criminal ever since.”

Emmet shrugged.

“I could have guessed that. ”

“It’s only a matter of time before he gets arrested for something else. Possession, most likely. ”

“And the other guy. The creepy blond?”

Bad Cop sighed.

“He’s going to be harder to pin. He was released a little under a month ago. And he’s done nothing. Nothing anyone’s noticed, anyway. Staying squeaky clean. Which makes sense. ” he took a drink of his beer. “But the strangest thing, is that before he was put away, he was clean, too. He’s connected to the Duplos, he was always seen around them. But was never arrested. Not even a parking ticket.”

“What was he in for?”

Bad Cop looked down towards the bar. He folded a bar coaster in his hand.

“B?”

“He was a master builder.”

“He…” Emmet put his glass on the bar and turned on his stool. “Why wasn’t he…botted?”

Bad Cop slumped, letting his arms slide forward in the bar. He spoke quietly.

We never got to all of them. At the start, it was almost a production line. But in the last few years, there was a backlog. It became more important to break down the resistance. That was my priority. “ he swished the beer in his glass, staring through it. "In a way, I suppose it was for the best.”

“So there are still master builders locked up now?”

“There would be. The the thing that makes it difficult , is we never locked them up for being master builders. There was always a cover story. For some of them, it was simple. They actually broke the law. But many were framed. And after that Tuesday, business made sure to have as many records destroyed as possible. How many are still locked up is impossible to know.”

“You’ll think of a way, though, won’t you? You have to.”

“Don’t look at me like that.” Bad Cop put his hand in his pocket. “I need some fresh air.” He stood up and pushed back through the crowds. Emmet finished his drink and followed him.

“Fresh air via cigarette then?”

Bad Cop looked up.

“It’s not literal, Emmet.”

Emmet leaned against the front of the bar. He crossed his arms.

“Are you going to answer my question?”

Bad Cop blew smoke towards the sidewalk, then sighed.

“It’s not what I came here to talk about. And besides, I just told you, it would be nearly impossible.”

“Nearly.”

Bad Cop grit his teeth. “You think I have time for that? That I’m desperate to drag all that up again?”

“So it’s a priority thing,” Emmet cut in. “I get it.”

“My priority right now is taking care of the man who threatened your life!”

Emmet’s head dropped.

“You’re right.” He scuffed his feet. “I’m sorry. There’s just… It feels like it never stops.”

“It doesn’t.”

They stood in silence. Bad Cop stubbed his cigarette on the wall of the bar, and looked towards the street.

“Look. I’ll drive you home. I didn’t even finish my beer.”

“Didn’t we need to talk?”

“We did. It’s done. You’ve got other things to deal with.” Bad Cop motioned to Emmet. “Come on, my car’s round back.”

Their footsteps echoed against the walls of the alley.

“You know, it’s weird still, riding with you.”

Bad Cop turned back.

“Weird? Why?”

“Well I’d never really been in a police car, and up until last year, I’d never been chased by one, either. I never know if I should feel like I’m heading out to fight crime, or like I’m the criminal.”

Bad Cop chucked.

“Which do you think you are?”

“In school I was always the good guy. I never got the appeal of pretending to rob banks or whatever kids did.” Emmet opened the passenger door. “But now…”

Bad Cop fired up the engine. Immediately the radio crackled to life, officers talked back and forth in tinny voices between static.

“But now?”

“I don’t know. I thought it was like that, just something you choose. But it’s not, is it? You spend your whole life trying to be the good guy that you don’t even notice the change.”

Bad Cop reached over and turned down the radio. He caught Emmet’s eye.

“You’re not a bad person, Emmet.”

Emmet sighed.

“I could say the same to you. But it wouldn’t make any difference.”

Bad Cop squared his jaw, and looked into the rear view mirror, before pulling out onto the street.

***

At Emmet’s building they both climbed out of the car. Emmet turned to walk, but Bad Cop grabbed his shoulder.

“Hey, wait.”

Emmet turned.

“Listen, kid. I’m going to make it right, all of it. I have to. It’s not going to be easy, but I’ll find a way.”

“I know.” Emmet looked at the ground.

They stood a few feet apart. Bad Cop stepped forward and lifted his head.

“I mean it.”

Emmet managed a sad smile.

“I believe you.”

Bad Cop’s hand lingered on Emmet’s neck. Before either knew what had happened, he found his mouth pressed against Emmet. Emmet returned the kiss, his eyes open in surprise. They pulled apart.

“I gotta go, B.”

Bad Cop nodded, a flush of red creeping up his neck.

“I’ll keep you in the loop.” He mumbled. He awkwardly climbed back into his car, in a daze.

Emmet gave him a wave and then dashed up the steps to his building, nearly tripping over them.

High above, on Emmet’s balcony, a single cigarette glowed.

fact no 11!!!!!

paula bcaska is the boy in da shrek is love shrek is life video!!!!

he haz to embrace shrek w all his luv!!!!