#dapper and deadly

[sirtaliesin]

Secret Six (2015) - Issues #7, #8, #9, & #10

Etrigan's wardrobe changes throughout. Love the wetsuit and the tux, and I still can't take him seriously in golf shorts.

[theoryandahalf]

New family photo just dropped!

credit: Team Theorist Twitter/X

Honestly, its giving bible study.

Tom: Patron Saint of dead children and sprained thumbs

Lee: Patron Saint of childhood trauma and VCRs

Santi: Patron Saint of chickens and douglas firs

Amy: Patron Saint of D&D dungeon masters and razor burn

[bumblekastclips]

KYLE CROUSE: Here's one from Playerback 772. "Who would win in a hand-to-hand fight, Surge or Zavok?"

IAN FLYNN: I'm thinkin' Surge. Not an easy fight, mind you. I mean, Zavok can go toe-to-toe with Sonic on the regular, but Sonic will win in the end if it's just the two of them. And Surge can pretty much keep pace with Sonic, so I imagine that she could overcome Zavok. KYLE: Yeah, I don't know. I say Surge, just because I like Surge better than Zavok, but... [laughs] ...I'm biased, so... IAN: Now, if Zavok knows that she's got cybernetics, he might be able to tilt things in his favor in... horrifying ways, but if it's just like, "What is that green thing and why is she cackling and coming at me at mach one-- OH GOD!" Then, yeah. She'd stomp him eventually. Wipe her feet on his face. KYLE: Yeah. IAN: She'd win in the end. KYLE: Would she be...? She's kind of been weaker than Sonic and Metal Sonic, though. Or at least, she's been defeated by them. So... is she really on their level? IAN: Yeah, she-- in principle, it's that she lacks the experience. Like, she's got the data... KYLE: Right. IAN: ...and she has been trained, but she hasn't had any practical application outside of two fights. KYLE: Right, yeah. That's a good point. IAN: Like, sure, Starline put her through lots of horrible, horrible trials, but there's that, and then there's going up against freakin' Metal Sonic. KYLE: [chuckles] IAN: Y'know, Metal Sonic, who really can only ever be topped by Sonic. That's- that's not a... [laughs] that is not the best graduation exam for her! That's goin' from zero to sixty real darn fast. KYLE: [chuckling] Or, like, zero to three hundred. IAN: Mhm. KYLE: [laughs] Yeah, wow. That's a good point. Yeah, Zavok-- I wouldn't put Zavok on that level, nah. She could take him. Screw that guy. IAN: That's not to undersell Zavok, he is a formidable fighter, but... KYLE: Sure, I suppose... I kinda like Zavok. I like, y'know, Dapper Bowser. IAN: [chuckles]

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TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE: Please remember that nothing that is said on BumbleKast is canon! It's just some guys and their opinions occasionally spitballing ideas. If you don't like an answer, you don't have to take it as Word of God or anything like that. It's all just for fun!

[i-loved-silly]

WAIT, IDEA. imagine mud x gn reader...BUT THE READER IS ALMOST JUST LIKE HIM. like, professional assassin, cocky and well-dressed,,, the SHENANIGANS the two would go through heheheehheh,,,,,,,,,,,,,

omgomgg these are my favorite headcanons. I NEED HIM SO BAF! I could have kept going on and on for this request. tysm :3

MUD X READER WITH SIMILAR PERSONALITY

Mud is used to being the slippery one in the room, at all times. He's sneaky, mischievous, and USUALLY no one notices him when he's doing his stuff. So when he first sees you -- almost a reflection of himself -- it's thrilling in a way. You know your way around with weapons and you know it, dressed like you've got a job to complete, and you're a quick thinker. He's already thinking about how good you'd look as a couple.

One-upping eachother and banter is a love language between you two. He especially loves the banter. However, he WILL be grumbling if you steal his kill. He'll act unimpressed that you acted before he did, shoving down your gun with one hand and aiming with his to take your spot, ignoring your scowl.

"Careful now, hun. Ya' keep showin' off like that, and I'll start gettin' jealous. This one's mine."

Like I said, constant one-upping. You're constantly stealing each other's kills before the other, cussing each other out. Threatening each other over small things. (never acting upon them) If it takes you three shots to hit someone? He'll try to do it in two. With his eyes shut. You see him steal a couple of wallets from the rotlings in the shop? You steal them right out of his pocket again and wave them in his face.

"Keep up, Muddy. You're getting too easy."

"Wha--!? You slippery bastard.."

"Love you too!"

To others your relationship looks a bit conflicting and probably toxic. Maybe sometimes...but I swear you two love each other. It's a bit more fun when you both are doing risky things together for the sake of it.

PDA is basically borderline abusive LMAO. You both insist you aren't going soft, but have to let people know how to not make any moves somehow. He'll be talking and pulling an arm around your shoulder, suddenly pulling you close. You slam into his side and he has the NERVE to ruffle your hair with the bone of his fingers. You'll elbow him right in the ribs for it, to which he busts out laughing.

"Ya' really know how to make a fella feel loved," as he's wheezing.

Ooooo and if you're all dressed up? He loves that about you. The Gaslight District may be nasty but he can always appreciate a good outfit. If he particularly likes your outfit or you're wearing something new (polished shoes, clean coat, shiny pistol,etc) his jaw literally drops. His cig nearly slips out onto the floor while he gives you the slowest once-over, whistling low. He tips his little stupid (<3) hat and approaches you as if he's never seen you before.

"Well aren't you lookin' dapper. I'd marry ya' right now if I didn't think you'd shoot me for askin'."

When you two are behind closed doors, things get toned down a bit. In small moments, the relationship is still playful. You're both sitting together, you'll throw your tired legs over his lap and he'll groan about it, even as he settles his palm against your calf. He'll do the same to you another day, you threaten to break his knees. He dares you. You grumble and look away, both of you looking more domestic than you ever have while sharing that cramped old couch.

Finally!! On missions, the two of you are professional. Deadly pair, if your playfulness doesn't get ahead of you. You'll constantly be yelled at by Ken if you two are messing around, foolishly shooting everywhere while yelling at each other. And yet, he does a great job of protecting you. If anyone messes with you, his gun is already raised before you have the chance to pull out yours. Yeah, you can take care of yourself AND him, but he wants to be the one to put a bullet through their skull first. Isn't he so dreamy!!

He also swoons at the sight of you covered in purple blood to be honest. How could he not be a little freak? Kissing you after a good mission, still covered in grime and blood, just hits different.

[mona-chrome]

Prom? Not without a deadly knife dance in a Dapper fit!

[thehollowwriter]

Me: Hmm why do I love twst so much. I wonder why Octavinelle's my favourite dorm. Why do I always have supernatural ghost shenanigans happen to my ocs

Meanwhile, my favourite book series of all time:

I like my mages dapper and deadly assholes. I like my ocs supernatural and deadly.

Anyways go read Skulduggery Pleasant ya'll I recommend it

[lionheartedmusings]

i've seen a lot of people talk about pomme being mischaracterised by the fandom, especially when it comes to her design (this one particularly was on the subreddit) and how she's usually depicted as this sweet little girl, which doesn't match up with her warrior side.

i actually… hate this take? now, i totally get that pomme does get mischaracterised by people who aren't usually privy to her for long periods of time, but why is her femininity out of character? how is portraying her as girly and sweet and kind somehow in detriment of her personality in any way?

pomme is kind. she's kind to an extreme, she's communicative and loving, and deeply emotionally intelligent. she's by far one of the genuinely kindest eggs, and deeply understanding of other people and their actions. she's sweet, and caring, and careful of the people around her — she feels horrible about killing foolish, and dislikes being teased about it because it was an accident and she didn't mean it. she'll take other people into account every time, and try her best to have healthy communication at every turn (i.e. her letter to tallulah yesterday).

she's also a warrior, one with the best pvp and pve skills of the eggs, well trained and deadly if need be. i don't think i've ever seen her be downed under any circumstance other than the code, and let me tell you girlie's been in some tough positions where being downed would've been normal. she's loving, but she's not an idiot and she's certainly going to kill instead of being killed.

she's also deeply wounded and paranoid, with her potions and quick switch armor, and reflexes that are frankly only rivalled by bad's. when richas went down, it took bad around 20 seconds to get to him (yes, felps was there but bad didn't know and better safe than sorry) but it wasn't bad who got him up — when pomme realised what was happening, she instantly went to his room. by the time bad arrived, richas was one second from being up. when she needs to tp the eggs, pomme is almost always faster than the parents, because she knows being fast is the difference between a scare and a dead sibling.

she wants elquackity dead. she named her scythe "revenge" because she wants him to pay for what he did to dapper. she's not scared of elquackity for herself, she's pissed the fuck off because no one touches her brother and lives. and this isn't bad's influence on her, mind you, this is pomme being pomme. the only thing that's more important than kindness and survivability is revenge when people harm those she loves — richas canonically had to hold her down in ninho the day dapper was kidnapped, because she wanted to go help the adults.

yes, pomme's the baby, but she's by far one of the most capable eggs in just about any regard. she's traumatised and wounded, but she knows when to put her own emotions aside and focus on the task at hand. she'll dig holes to whine about being called the french assassin, but she wants elquackity's head on a spike. she's gentle and caring and not afraid to talk about her emotions, but she's also cold as ice when need be.

my point being, pomme is a well developed character with a lot of nuance but that doesn't mean portraying her as a sweet little girl is wrong — that's still who she is. there's just layers to her, and i kind of feel iffy on the idea that portraying her in a very feminine way is somehow wrong or betraying who she is. she's the epitome of "don't mistake my kindness for weakness", all in a cute beret and pigtails.

[petrichormore]

The QSMP Dead 3 (Phil, BBH, Missa) & Their Differences

(BUCKLE UP ITS A HEADCANON POST WHERE I TRY TO SORT OUT THE REALLY CONFUSING DEATH LORE ON THE QSMP)

(I WATCH PHIL BUT NOT RELIGIOUSLY PLEASE ADD OR CORRECT INFO, CROWS)

(I’VE WATCHED SOME OF MISSA’S QSMP STREAMS BUT NOT ALL OF THEM, SO SAME THING APPLIES)

HERE WE GO

Philza:

- The Angel of Death (Not to be confused with Bad, who is a fallen Angel)

- Married to the Goddess of Death (Death in this case is referring to the Concept/Domain)

- NOT responsible for ferrying souls like a Reaper. His title is designated due to both his immortal status and deadly reputation, as well as his connection to the Goddess - similarly to how a queen might designate a knight.

- Immortal: He has higher survivability than Bad and seemingly puts a little more effort into his Days-Spent-Alive-In-A-Row streak (Past lives? Potentially a multi-dimensional being)

- Can commune well with most (if not all) gods and form semi-normal relationships with them as an equal.

- Cannot commune well with (or perhaps avoids talking to) the general dead. Despite not being able to see/hear dead people himself, he can pass the trait to his offspring as seen with Lullah. (It’s possible her power stems from both Phil and Bad. That’s what you call a whombo-combo. Sorry, Lullah.)

- Has no real connection to Bad as their duties do not usually overlap, but they are aware of each other. (AKA they are “coworkers” but Phil has no inherent authority over Bad. Their little office cubicles are on different floors.)

BadBoyHalo:

- The Grim Reaper (not to be confused with a regular Reaper - there is only one Grim Reaper working at a time) and a Fallen Angel, specifically (Thanatos?) one of the four biblical horsemen of the apocalypse/one of four angels trapped under the biblical Euphrates river.

- He is the “Death” horseman and can be referred to as “Death” but is not a death god. Rather his job led him to be associated with Death (the process/journey)

- Immortal: He can’t necessarily survive better but he will revive no matter what and cannot die the same way twice. (Past lives? Potentially a multi-dimensional being.) Despite not being as hardy as Phil, he may be older (although it’s difficult to quantify)

- Cannot commune well with gods and is seemingly not viewed as equal (although he has connections with the goddess Hecate - also a death goddess but not the death goddess. Hecate is more-so a goddess of crossroads - the transition between life and death. She may be his employer.)

- Can commune EXTREMELY well with the general dead (can potentially recognize and cultivate this ability in others - as seen with Dapper and Lullah)

- See the end for Grim Reaper/Reaper duties and differences

Missa:

- I don’t have much to go off here I’m gonna be honest. Him being a reaper isn’t even canon.

- That being said

- Missa is a Reaper, a normal one, of the Undead variety.

- NOT Immortal (at least not like Bad and Phil): As an Undead creature he cannot die of old age/sickness but can otherwise be slain so he has to be a bit more careful. He is not as unbothered by death/killing as Philza and BBH. He is also not nearly as old - the fact that they are so chill about each other is sometimes to his detriment.

- He cannot commune with any gods unless granted the ability by Phil or another power. He can communicate with the dead minimally but it’s kind of like if you tried to talk to a parrot (again, unless it’s being ‘translated’ by Bad or another power).

- Missa has necromantic magic, not enough inherent power to revive himself but enough to heal his own wounds and revive smaller things. (I know Bad ‘revived’ Missa’s mini-me for him but for the sake of Lore I’m gonna say Missa did that with his magic and Bad just kinda helped him focus it.)

- Missa and Bad, while both being Reapers, do not quite function with the same purpose and therefore Bad has no inherent authority over Missa. They are like two cats - even if one is bigger than the other they are still both cats. Also death doesn’t care about hierarchy.

- Missa actually does his job which is why he is frequently gone. Bad and Phil, on the other hand, are straight-up chilling. (Phil’s job doesn’t require him to go out collecting souls and Bad kinda doesn’t care. What are they gonna do, fire him?)

GRIM REAPER VS. REAPER DIFFERENCES

- Reapers are collectors and guides of souls in the afterlife - helping them make the journey from life to death. They cannot commune with souls they are not explicitly collecting, and do not choose who they do and don’t collect.

- Undead Reapers were mortals who were chosen in life and trained upon death to be Reapers. They are returned to life specifically for this purpose, and once dead cannot revive themselves - they can only come back if they are once again chosen and pulled back by an outside force.

- The Grim Reaper is also a collector and guide, however they can also foresee a living soul’s journey (as seen with Bad’s conversation with Pac) as well as alter it (Bad generally does this by Killing People). The Grim Reaper can commune with all souls regardless of circumstances and can also play favorites as long as balance is kept. Similarly, while the Grim Reaper cannot return souls that have already passed the crossroads, they can reach out to any soul they please, to talk to them or anchor them to a given realm.

- All Reapers frown upon upsetting the balance of death and life - however ‘balance’ can be left up to their discretion, for the most part. So sometimes emotions can cloud judgement.

- All Reapers are recruited as it is a job title and not a species. However, among undead reapers skulls are common adornments (as seen with Missa.) The Grim Reaper has a straight-up hood-and-scythe dress code. The employer of all Reapers is generally unknown although Hecates is a plausible suspect. The Grim Reaper still must train under the former Grim Reaper, just as a Reaper must train under another Reaper. Bad and Missa can train new Reapers, but Missa cannot choose who becomes a reaper, and Bad cannot choose who will be the next Grim. Bad can also help others if they are born with an affinity for the dead as he has plenty of souls on hand to practice with. Missa can do this as well, but he cannot summon souls to practice with, he can only use what he has available.

[veryace-ficrecs]

The Cat Returns Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

Cafe du Chat by lacewood - Rated G

Haru, after the movie: of magic, cats, cake and tea

The Baron Returns by Poeticallymanic - Rated M

Haru believed her experience in the Cat Kingdom was all a dream until a stranger from Germany shows up and takes her on a new adventure.

The Bureau Files: Series 1 by Catsafari - Rated T

Ten years later, Haru finds herself dragged back into the world of Creations, catastrophes, and one dapper-looking cat.

Bridenapped by Catsafari - Rated G

Haru has been kidnapped - again - by an overzealous prince looking for a bride, and she's not amused. Especially when Baron's up to his usual dramatics and she's already running late for a childminding appointment. Oneshot, originally posted to Tumblr 17.04.20

Return to Me by CymraegDragon - Rated G

When Baron had told Haru that the Bureau doors would always be open to her he hadn't meant only if she was in trouble. Three years have passed before the distraught brunette burst back into their lives.

Carpe Diem by thedrunkenwerewolf - Rated G

After coming home from a case that required him to become temporarily human, Baron decides to make the last few hours as a human count. Haru/Baron. Based on Catsafari's fic The Bureau Files "Red" episode.

Inclement Weather by onekisstotakewithme - Rated G

It was just an average day, until it started snowing in July. And Haru knows there's magic involved, so she heads to the Bureau for answers. Hinted-at Baron x Haru, and just some good old fun for my first foray into TCR in a year.

Deeply Ingrained by CymraegDragon - Rated T

Years have passed since the Cat Kingdom incident. Haru has returned to her mundane life but unknown to her the Bureau never left her. She is blissfully unaware until one of them makes a mistake. Haru finds herself thrown back into the world of magic whilst maintaining her human life. Everyone is ecstatic to have her back though Baron is alarmed to be suddenly developing all sorts of emotions and feelings. Everything seems to be going well but Haru holds a deadly family secret which will result in heartache for all.

Walk Any Which Way by grr_0wl - Rated G

Haru enlists the aid of the Baron to apply to college. Fluff and life lessons ensue.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Gambit: I'm a master thief!

Logan: I'm a deadly fighter!

Charles: I have powerful magic!

Cobbler! Reader: And I... make good life decisions!

Rando: That doesn't sound-

Morph: No, trust us they're our most important member.

Jubilee: *nods solemnly*

Reader: I helped save us from a raging river!

Random person: How?

Reader: By not jumping in it, fighting it, or trying to enchant it to let us cross!

Morph: See? They're smart!

Random person: That's common sense

Morph: No, that's Reader!

Reader: forces the team to wear warm clothes in the snow

Logan: I don't need to weat this!

Gambit: Gambit don't look dapper in this

Charles: I can make us magical clothes!

Morph: Keep the d*mn clothes on-

Reader: I made hot cocoa, too!

Everyone: ...

Reader: Is that a yes or a no?

Everyone: YES-!

Reader: sleeping

Gambit: steals them into his sleeping bag for extra warmth

Logan: flops over onto them, pulling them close

Charles: casts a warming spell on the ground

Morph: conjures a fire

Jubilee: snuggles into the sleeping pile

Everyone else: This is so sweet, I actually feel a sugar high just watching it-

[saltybean03]

cortex phozoainssssss, more aliens, more alienssss

these guys are assholes

they are directly related to cortex dapper, and are, in fact, the reason they're estranged. phozoains tried to exterminate the dapper because they were "failed clones"

yes, its safe to say these lot have a god complex, especially as a type 4 civilization (control over multiple galaxies)

cortex phozoains are essentially brain jellyfish with a very, inDUBITABLY deadly sting. they lack a sense of humor and their voices are all ominously deep and masculine (they sound like satan, lmao) and although they arent AS big as the dapper, they're still an intimidating presence

1. brain brain brain. its about 25% bigger (reminder that dapper is 50% bigger), but despite being smaller than the dapper, they have more neurons

this is possibly due to the fact that they use less energy being smaller and dapple with technology more often. they live in an atmosphere that gives them enough energy to cause pain AND float around! :D

2. cerebellum. it generates most of the bioelectricity that is conducted through their nerves for stinging

3. brain stem. its a stem alright, the main stem for all the branching nerves

the brain stem can be up to 10 feet long

4. nerves. each one is covered in a layer of membranous skin that makes them look like tentacles. the ends of the nerves stick out to burrow into your skin and electrocute the shit out of you

those nerves can be up to 60 feet long

to the right is the lethal counter for how bad their stings are based on the color of their being. EVERY part of a phozoain stings

5. the frontal part of their brain and cerebellum caps at 10 thousand volts

6. the back part of their brain and top half of their tentacles caps at 300 thousand volts

7. the middle section of their tentacles caps at 500 thousand volts

8. the bottom half of their tentacles caps at around 1 million volts

some phozoains have less powerful stings, while others.. every part of them will instantly kill you, lmao

they come from a core brain, which is a cthulhu sized think meat often accompanied by a swarm. only it can produce more phozoains, as the average phozoain is reproductive-ly inept. it hatches them from self inseminating cocoons attached to the membranes of its nerves :0

[ethanpageallego]

Dapper & Deadly

[friendlyneighborhoodsynthezoid]

Pirate Batch- Echo- Part 4

(I should have edited this. Or proofread it. Or something. I didn't. Enjoy!)

Echo and the Bad Batch were dropped off by the quietest dock they could find around twilight. Phee reassured them that she’d be back to collect them in twenty-four hours.

“Or when I see something go boom,” she added to Echo before they parted ways, “so just survive until then, got it?” she slapped him cheerfully on the shoulder, but Echo was too distracted to answer her. Rex was here somewhere. Somewhere on this island where he once laughed and shared drinks and got into trouble, safe in the knowledge that he had his brothers around him. But there was no such levity anymore, and his new companions were wound tighter than if they were marching into an active battlefield.

The crew of the Havoc Marauder were kitted out well. Hunter sported his hat and oversized jacket, but concealed about his person was a pistol and a truly vicious-looking hunting knife that Echo wasn’t even going to bother asking the origin of. Wrecker was sporting a large overcoat, which he had complained about nonstop ever since Hunter had slapped it into his arms. “This is a stealth op, Wrecker,” Hunter had scolded, “and you’d stand out even if you weren’t carrying a blunderbuss under each arm. Now leave the guns or put on your damn jacket.”

Tech was dapper as always, but even he had a pistol strapped to his hip and he had a selection of suspicious-looking flasks tucked into a satchel at his side. Echo was certain by this point that anything Tech had a hand in was likely to kill, incapacitate, or just explode. The little nerd had a passion for dangerous technologies so clear that even Echo had picked up on it from their relatively few interactions.

Aaand then there was Crosshair. Echo was getting tired of the stalking aaray-shebs and his death glares, but he just had to take Hunter’s word and hope that the sniper didn’t actively wish him harm. He wouldn’t put much past him just now though, as the sheer number of pistols, daggers, blades and similarly deadly objects made it very clear that he was expecting to spill some blood. Hell, Hunter had to physically drag his rifle away from him spouting stealth and secrecy over the hissing protests of the irate sniper. Wrecker laughed at him the whole while, gleefully mocking Crosshair on his attachment to the     -apparently- precious rifle.

As for Echo himself, there wasn’t much he could wield with only one good hand, but Hunter gave him a spare blade and Tech ominously promised that they’d “work on it.” Hunter gifted him an overcoat and a hood to disguise his metal appendages, but there wasn’t much any of them could do about his hand-

“Yet,” Tech added.

Regardless, they were as prepared as they were going to get, and it hurt to think of a jaunt into Coruscant as worthy of such precautions.

Different times, he supposed.

Just another thing he badly needed to talk to Rex about.

They strode together into the streets of Lower Coruscant, where even at the late hour crowds of people hurried every which way. The misty streets were bustling, as were the various dockside bars and inns. Hunter gave them a nod and they parted ways, dissipating into the crowds. Echo didn’t love this part of the plan, but he knew that they had a better chance of tracking down Rex if they split up, and it wasn’t as if he needed a babysitter just to walk down the street…

He couldn’t see the others anymore. The crowd swept him along in a great, flooding, whirling maelstrom of bodies and noise and he could breathe, couldn’t concentrate-

No people for so long. No sounds but his own screaming. No input but pain. Now there’s too much toomuchtoomuch-

Something knocked him to the ground and his head knocked against the cobblestone street. Around him people continued to rush by in currents, unheeding, unnoticing, until something snatched him up. He struggled against the hand on the back of his coat, dragging him into an alley and forcing him down to slump against a wall. Echo drew his knife. but was too disoriented to defend himself- oh, stars-

“Breathe, Tinman,” a harsh, familiar voice rasped in his ear.

Crosshair?!

Echo gasped a breath, conscious enough to slow his breathing too something less close to hyperventilating. He raised his eyes and, true enough, he was caught in the cold grip of the Havoc Marauder’s most unsettling crew member. He felt his insides shrivel a bit as he met that steely gaze, but Crosshair did not let him look away. One bony hand caught his wrist and stayed the knife in Echo’s trembling grip. When he tried to avert his eyes, the other grabbed him by the shoulder and shook. It wasn’t a gentle shake, but it wasn’t exactly rage in the sniper’s voice when he spoke: “No, stop it. Look at me.”

Echo couldn’t find it in himself to refuse, and he once again dragged his vision back into focus. Crosshair’s sharp eyes looked furious, but also- concerned? Was that possible? Was Echo so pitiable that even Crosshair was worried about him?? He didn’t like the thought, so he shook his wrist free of his hold and- hoping he wasn’t about to get stabbed- forced iron into his voice. “I’m fine. What are you doing here anyway. Weren’t we supposed to split up?”

Surprisingly, Crosshair backed off. He leaned against the wall above Echo’s still huddled form- not quite hanging back, but not crowding him either. He didn’t look at Echo as he replied, “Yeah, well. Don’t trust you, do I? Could get up to anything, maybe go call the Corries on us.” His lip curled into a half-hearted sneer. “Better I keep an eye on you, don’t you think?”

Echo hauled himself to his feet, mouth running on automatic as he tried to regain his balance. “Careful, mate,” he said, “I might almost think you’re worried about me.” As his brain caught up with him, Echo briefly wondered if he had a death wish.

Well, actually, he didn’t want to know the answer to that, but the fact remained. Don’t poke the angry sniper.

But once again he was surprised. Instead of tearing his eyeballs out, Crosshair just scoffed and shouldered past him into the street. “C’mon then. If you want this grand reunion of yours, there’s no sense hanging around here.” With that, he was off.

Watching Crosshair move through the busy streets was fascinating. For someone who struck Echo as allergic to all humanity, he slipped through the throngs of people as easily as an eel through still water. Echo was having difficulty keeping up with him, which was not aided by having no idea where they were even going. All he could do was keep his eyes on the sniper’s back and hope they would be arriving soon. As unnerving as he was, Echo was glad to have Crosshair as a guide. He tuned out the hustle and bustle of the street and simply moved one mechanical step at a time for what felt like ages.

Eventually- maybe minutes later, maybe an eternity- Crosshair halted his progress and pulled Echo into the shelter of a doorway. The doorframe was hanging empty in a wall that looked one strong storm away from collapsing. The cracked surfaces were cast in shadows even darker than the night around them. It was as inhospitable a place as could be found in the heart of a city; a house that had been abandoned and left to fall apart under its own weight. Such houses were overlooked by the general populace, but Echo knew they always had stories and secrets to tell. Why were they stopping here?

Crosshair tapped him on the shoulder and ducked into the house. Echo followed, mindful of the unstable construction waiting above his head. He couldn’t see well in the dark interior and he turned to find his companion again. It took some searching. Crosshair vanished seamlessly into the shadowy environment and for a moment Echo feared the man had simply left him. He was just beginning to panic when he caught a glimpse of silver curls and- glowing eyes? Crosshair’s eyes were faintly glowing in the darkness, and he was moving around as if he could see perfectly well.

Weird.

Are they sure he’s not just a mean, mutant tooka?

The thought amused him enough to snort faintly, which drew the glowing eyes to him.

“Something funny, Tinman?”

“Oh, nothing,” Echo said, “just a passing thought. Say, what are we doing here exactly? Are we looking for something or did you just bring me here to kill me without your crew noticing.” Damn, there he goes again, provoking the armed and unpredictable gunman. Stop it, Echo.

“Don’t tempt me,” Crosshair growled. “We’re looking for your little friend, right? Happens I know where he lives.”

“Here?!” Echo turned away and gestured pointedly and the crumbling walls and the hazardous ceiling.

“Here.” An unfamiliar voice broke in.

There was a click and a soft rasp of breath from behind him.

The voice continued, “now why don’t you turn around nice and slow, or I’ll blow this little prick’s brains out.”

He spun around as slowly and quietly as he could manage on metal feet. Crosshair was standing in front of him, looking furious. Behind him, a man with a scar across his jaw was holding a pistol to the back of Crosshair’s skull.

Echo raised his hands- well hand and claw-hook… thing…- and spoke in his most nonthreatening voice, “No need for the threats. We’re just looking for someone. We won’t make trouble.”

“You won’t,” Crosshair muttered. He got a gun barrel jammed harder into his head in response.

“Shut up, you. We’ve got unfinished business and I’m real close to finishing it right now.” The man turned his attention back to Echo, a scar across his jaw pulling as he bared his teeth. “And what are you supposed to be? Why’re you poking around with HIM and why did he take you here?”

Echo shook his head frankly. “I have absolutely no idea how to answer any of that. I already told you we’re looking for someone.”

“Tinman needs to see your boss, Howzer,” Crosshair cut in unexpectedly, “Drop the guard dog osik so I don’t have to stab you.”

Fighting like cats and dogs, Echo mused, before catching himself. Focus, dammit!

Howzer seemed to consider this for a moment before appearing to reach some decision. Abruptly, he drew back his hand and clubbed Crosshair hard over the head with the butt of his gun. The sniper dropped like a stone and Echo’s extremely rusty, hard earned combat instincts screamed instructions at him. Unfortunately, before he could react, there was a swish and a thud and the world went dark.

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Echo awoke.

Where was he? Was he back there again? Had it all been a dream after all?

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“Hey.”

He was brought back to awareness with all the suddenness of being dumped in the sea. The man with the scar- Howzer? A hand waved in front of his face.

“Cool it, vod. We won’t hurt you.” He raised his voice to someone across the space. “Hey, Fireball! Come see to our guest a minute.”

Soon, Howzer was gone, and a new person was in his place. He smiled at Echo and said, “Hi, I’m called Fireball. You hungry?”

Echo’s mind was catching up to the situation at last, and he grudgingly accepted the bowl of something that was pushed towards him. He sniffed it cautiously.

Fireball chuckled. “It’s not poisoned, I swear. I have too much respect for food to sully it with tricks.”

Well, to hell with it. Echo tried some stew. It was good- except that it seemed to be burning his tongue inside his mouth. He must have made a face, because Fireball laughed and passed him a cup of water.

Echo’s eyes scanned his surroundings. It appeared to be a cellar of some kind, expanded and connected to tunnels in three walls. Wooden support pillars dotted the space intermittently. It looked like a perfect place to stay hidden from, say, an Empire. Speaking of staying hidden… “Where’s Crosshair.”

“Oh now, he thinks to ask,” the familiar rasp answered him. Echo looked up. On the far side of the room, a support pillar stood. It had ropes tied around it, and Echo hadn’t thought twice about it on his cursory sweep of the room. Now he studied it more carefully, he could vaguely make out the skinny silhouette of the sniper, half obscured by the angle and the pillar itself.

Howzer was standing nearby too, now Echo came to notice it. The man strode over to the sniper and brandished a fist at him. Undeterred, Crosshair continued, “Oh, sure, I get the ‘scary revolutionary’ routine while Echo gets food. Very fai- ugh!”

“Shut up, you.” Howzer said again.

Echo turned to Fireball in confusion. The man gave him an uneasy smile and explained, “We know Crosshair well enough to know to keep an eye on him. Hence why he’s tied to a pole and you’re not. Howzer…” He nodded towards the person in question, “Howzer hates him. We don’t know why, exactly, but it’s not like him to be this aggressive. Even if Crosshair is a skulking, nosy little thief who stumbles into every single one of our secure locations.”

“Has he ever sold you out?” Echo asked.

“No, actually. Which is weird. He knows too many of our secrets that really, we should have taken care of him by now, but he’s still around and we’re not dead yet. Guess he isn’t out to get us caught, just to be a skulking, nosy little thief. Even Rex has started to just get used to him.”

“Rex? Is he your leader? We really do need to talk to him.”

“Don’t worry, he should be here soon.” With that, Fireball stood up, leaving Echo alone and unobserved in the corner of the room, listening to Crosshair and Howzer exchange remarks and insults and occasional blows.

Crosshair, who had never said more than one complete sentence to Echo, apparently didn’t know how to shut his mouth. Maybe he only spoke when it was to antagonize other. Echo could see that being the case. Regardless, he hoped the sniper wasn’t going to land himself- or Echo- in too much trouble by keeping with his current attitude. He certainly seemed determined to needle Howzer -and kick at him when he stepped into range- until the other man hit back.

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Not too much time passed before footsteps were heard down one of the wall passages. Three sets, by the sound of it. Before long a trio of figure emerged. All three were wearing hoods and cloaks that obscured almost every inch of them. They marched into the cellar and were met by Howzer, snapping a quick salute.

“Sir, he’s back.” Howzer said.

The lead figure looked passed Howzer towards Crosshair. He spoke, a bit muffled, and inclined his head, “Mir’sheb”

Crosshair smirked and returned the greeting. “Mirsh’kyramud.”

“Don’t break my second in command,” he warned Crosshair sternly. “I don’t want to send you back to Hunter in a box.” And that was apparently that. Howzer was clearly still seething, but the lead figure was clearly uninterested in the presence of the sniper. They talked indistinctly among themselves for a few moments longer, until Fireball came up to join them.

“There’s another thing, Sir.” Fireball said. He guided the leader towards Echo’s corner. “We picked up someone else in the house front. Someone who was looking for you specifically.”

They stopped in front of Echo. The leader pulled off his hood and mask, revealing a stern face and buzzed blond hair. Something in Echo’s brain sparked.

“Rex? Is that- is that you?” His words were suddenly not working properly, but he couldn’t stop himself as he stuttered on. “It’s- I’m- do you know who I am?”

Rex’s eyes were wide, and he sank to one knee and stared into Echo’s face. He looked as though he’d seen a ghost.

“Echo?!”

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Mando’a words (Mando’a.org)

aaray-shebs: pain in the butt

osik: crap

vod: brother

Mir’sheb: smart-ass

Mirsh’kyramud: boring person. Lit. “brain assassin”

[cartoonbah]

SIR PENTIOUS ; CHANNEL THREE

Name(s): pentious, pent, penny

Gender(s): transgender, transneu, transneufem, genderqueer, demigender

Pronoun(s): he/him, they/them, fang/fangs, scale/scales, bite/bites, gear/gears, 🐍/🐍s

Orientation(s): panromantic, biromantic, aceflux

Age: 41 - 46

Role(s): artisan, technician, gear turner, info filler, inn keeper

Emoji / signoffs: 🕰️,🗝️,🎩,⚙️,🔧,🥚

Brief description: a dapper snake always found in a tightly pressed striped suit, their sentient hat and a wide grin. bite is very eager to front in any situation, wanting to experience the most of the world. he can be a bit sensitive when teased, but once he makes a friend, he wont ever let them go.

Personality traits: bombastic, dramatic, proud, dorky, naive, sweet, sensitive, friendly, loyal, obsessive, tryhard

Presentation / fashion style: masculine, neutral, old-fashioned,

Likes: inventions, machines, musicals, books, plays, biology, science, eggs, insects

Dislikes: being bullied, spicy food, modern tech, brainrot memes

Aesthetics: steampunk, victorian, victorian goth, vkei

Hobbies: scrapbooking, bird watching, button / pin / stamp collecting, bug cataloging

Front triggers: eggs, cute animals, parties, old music

Kins: claims to kin impressive deadly predators like lions and bears. but he kins cute prey like deers, rabbits and mice.

Favorite song: "The Show Must Go On," Moulin Rouge.

Typing quirk: types in proper english, albeit a bit pretentiously by overextending his vocabulary. at times his syntax is very stilted and overtly polite. sometimes adds a "sss" to words that start or end with "s"

Ex: "Hello madame and or sssirsss! I am here to inform you that I have just found thisss hilarious "meme" in our mobile device that, if I am to be truthful, reminded me of you. Ta-ta, have a wonderful and ssspectacular day!"

Source memories: he was prone to anxiety and panic attacks while roaming outside the hotel without his technology, but he went anyways to avoid falling back on sinful behavior. charlie, feeling proud for him, sewed him several homemade mini plush-versions of the staff so he could carry in his pocket so he could feel safe.

he has a deathly fear of nifty, as when he asked her to explain what "50 shades of gray" was after hearing a joke angel made, she proceeded to explain the entire trilogy in horrific graphic detail. he has never wanted to ask her a question again.

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Sorry its me again.

So you've heard of Angelkin Killer, Dragonkin Color and even Fireflykin Color and I like to imagine Killer also as a Demonkin.

But what about PhoenixKin which i can see working for Killer, Color, or Delta all of them have in a way died and been reborn a new better, stronger and more deadly.

Phoenixkin: Killer wings would be black, Blue, or red. Color would be iridescence with the colors of the rainbow minus red. While, Delta would be orange with flashes of white. Their bodies and souls have been changed with their death or near death it just fits so well in my opinion. Also if Delta was a phoenixkin then all three could have wings and do things like wing care honestly I love wingfics.

Little idea for Angelkin Killer would be manipulating his goopy tears for some to float above his head like a halo he can change how the halo looks quite easily. The same way Napstablook makes a dapper looking hat with his tears Killer fashions himself a halo honestly just the idea of Killer being able to use his overflowing goop is such a cool idea like its part of himself it was a painful journey to gain such things he should be able to manipulate it freely I feel like the reason people don't do more with it is because they don't wanna feel like their copying off Nightmare more on his goop powers in another ask. But also just imagine angel wings made from his goop bursting from the cracks in his back like that one fanart. If Killer couldn't make his own I imagine he would get one of those backpacks for Birdtale so he could have wings.

For Demonkin Killer I imagine its a back and forth thing between an angel and a demon. Chara always proclaimed themself a demon he was made in their imagine so he would be a demon too right? Its something he would question often. If the player is the angel then so is he but Chara a demon so he must be one a confusing thought for poor Killer. Using goop he could fashion himself a little demon tail and I like the thought of him wearing a headband with demon horns.

Please don’t apologize for sending in multiple asks you have cool ideas.

Admittedly, i haven’t seen fireflykin Color around, but I have seen firefly coded Color around; similar to hyena and feline coded Killer.

Although im not sure how exactly the goop halo would work since Killer’s “goop” is his rotted melting insides leaking through cracks and crevices—but making a halo out of his melted rotting remains sound dope as fuck. Metal, right up his alley.

Demonkin Killer and Chara is actually also metal as hell. But here’s my thing on it: I always seen an Angelkin Killer interpretation as varying in how exactly he is angelkin across his Stages. Such as Stage 4 being an empty vessel for an Angel, Stage 3 possibly sharing a body with an Angel (and wanting it out), Stage 1 feeling connected to an Angel, and perhaps..Stage 2 is something more to a Fallen angelkin.

Not really sure how to describe my thoughts on this one, so hopefully people get it because im not sure how to articulate rn.

And also what fanart are you talking about with the wings 👀

[leflairzone]

Fencer Slain 23: Nione.

Dapper Deadly.

The Daily illustration drawin' continues.