#obscure-imagines

[peyton-warren]

Love this!!

you stared at each other as you both lifted the shots. “cheers.” you said.

“ey, Cheers darling.” he bumped his glass to yours and you both downed the shot. “now hows a wee lass like you such an experienced drinker?” 

you walked your fingers up the front of his vest,  “wouldnt you like to know.”

“things keep going like this, we might want to find a room.” he grinned.

“so are you giving up?” you asked.

he laughed, “so thats yer angle. not a chance love.”

“okay, i’ll beat you first, then we can go grab that room if you can still walk.”

[cozylittleartblog]

Columbo and the Knight (1984)

put me in the universe where Columbo ran through the 1980s and had a crossover episode with Knight Rider. I think they deserved it, and I am not just saying that because they're my two favorite Old Shows. @telebeast wrote a little fanfic blurb about it and I HAD to visualize it into a comic (which is also the longest comic I have finished thus far at five pages...), so writing credit goes to them.

Autism W!

[regnard13]

"...and they shared their manly love for style, which none of them would admit to each other." I was smirking nastily during that scene. No homo, of course. Just dudes being bros

[obscureother]

imagine. .

Well, f/o looks at you

And you look at f/o

And f/o looks at you

And you look at f/o

And f/o looks at you

And you look at f/o. .

[kayzean]

No because like if anyone ever asks me what a queer platonic relationship is, im just gonna show them Verso and Monoco. Those two queered so platonically it changed my whole life. I can never be normal about them. Almost every single interaction they had, had me falling out my chair squeeling /pos.

LITTLE SPOON?????

What if I start balling

[medowlarken]

now that i've finished the game and have had time to digest, i can't stop thinking about Maelle's act 1 and 2 dialogue lines that i had initially thought were just odd, but now make me go insane

full game spoilers under the cut!

i specifically mean her comments about the gestrals. she's the only character who blatantly comments on their intelligence (or lack of) and she does so on multiple occasions. they attacked us not caring that we're not nevrons? what do you expect, they're gestrals. Gustave shouldn't bother apologizing to that one guard he yelled at; it's a gestral, it'll forget the whole thing in a minute anyway. she even comments on Monoco, arguably the most 'human' of the gestrals after he fails at his wannabe suave introduction ('i guess he really is a gestral after all').

of course it's not serious--they're more jokey little snipes here and there when one of them does or says something silly. and the gestrals are supposed to be comedic relief created by a young boy, hence their childishness. but when i first heard those lines, i couldn't help but think it was a little...odd. they stuck with me, made me go 'huh' every time she said them. they're passive, almost unthinking condescending little comments that, while not malicious, show that Maelle doesn't really consider the gestrals to be on the same "level" as the humans. they're dumb little sillies who like to fight and that's about it. and maybe all the expeditioners feel that way, but the thing is, she's the only character that says so out loud. not even type A scientific brainiac Lune ever implies she thinks of gestrals as lesser. it's only Maelle and she does so more than once.

to me, this was the very subtle first instance of Paintress Alicia poking through the Maelle paint shell. how Painters feel about the inhabitants of their Canvases seems to vary, but it's def not as equals. how could they? they're literally gods. the humans in the Canvas were only created to populate Aline's fantasy city and her care for them stops there; Clea straight up does not gaf and uses them as tools; we don't ever see og Verso's pov, but seeing as how Monoco and Esquie are based on his dog and childhood toy, it's not very hard to guess. after Maelle/Alicia regains her memories, i was fully expecting for the sentience of the Canvas' inhabitants to be a talking point, especially when arguing with Renoir about why they should preserve it. like, the humans and non-humans living there are alive. destroying the Canvas would be murder, right? that's how Maelle/Alicia should feel, and that should be her main motivation, right? right???

except she doesn't. in all her arguments with Renoir she only ever talks about how they need to preserve the last sliver of Verso's soul residing in the Canvas. about how it's her home, how much she needs it to exist to be happy. it's kind of about her brother, but it's mostly about her. not once does she say "you can't kill my friends because they're people who don't deserve to die because of our family drama". the only time she brings it up is in her fight with Verso, and even then it comes off more of an attempt at (well-meaning) manipulation. because after she realizes what she is and the power she has, i don't think they're fully people to her anymore. not really; not in the way that her and her family of Painter gods are. it's like the gestrals in acts 1 and 2. this is painfully apparent when she talks about Verso in front of painted Verso--not once does she acknowledge his agency. she insists that Verso would want his Canvas to live on despite his literal painted clone repeatedly trying to kill himself and everyone else. she talks about him like he isn't there, because obviously she would know better than he would. she's the original's sister. the Paintress. they're hers and she needs them.

ironically, the only Painter who really shows respect for the personhood of the inhabitants is Renoir. he apologizes to painted Verso for his fucked up existence and listens to Lune and Sciel when they speak to him directly. he acknowledges Sciel's grief for her husband and unborn child. that doesn't mean he won't erase them all because ultimately his family comes first, but it's still more respectful than any of the other Painters. he also agrees that destroying the Canvas is the best course of action for everyone. the Canvas is broken beyond repair: it's been twisted by his wife's grief, his eldest daughter's anger, and now his youngest daughter's obsession. and the inhabitants caught in the middle will never be able to do anything but suffer through the consequences; they've actually done nothing but suffer in the humans' case, since they were never supposed to be a part of Verso's world in the first place. they only exist to play make-believe with Aline, and now she's gone and their world's creator is dead. to Renoir, destroying them is the same as saving them, and being the benevolent god his family can't or won't be ('strange to offer oblivion as recompense').

that isn't to say that Maelle doesn't love her friends, because she does with all her heart. but they aren't the reason she wants to preserve the Canvas. and you can love someone and still not necessarily respect them. after act 2, she doesn't mention Gustave once, and it's not because she's accepted his death. it's the opposite. death is meaningless now that she can reverse it for everyone. as their goddess/daughter/sister/friend, they will never be on the same level as her, and her need to protect herself from grief and pain means that in the painted ending, she probably will ultimately break her promises. she will never let Verso go. no one will ever die or get sick or change in ways that she doesn't like; they'll stay exactly as she needs them to be, for ever and ever because who is going to stop her? in the painted ending, it doesn't seem like anyone knows the truth of what's happened besides her, Lune, Sciel, and Verso. maybe Gustave would say something, but it looks like he's too busy being happy with Sophie (as he should be; Maelle made sure of it).

another line that stuck with me was when they enter the forgotten battlefield and she says "i don't want to see that [death] anymore". not, "i don't want anyone else to die", or "i want the deaths to end". she doesn't want to see it. what i thought was just odd phrasing now makes me crazy over the implications, and the foreshadowing for her painted life ending. because in that ending, she doesn't have to see anymore death because she removes it completely, whether the inhabitants like it or not. it's very those who walk away from omelas, with Verso and og Verso's soul suffering for the sake of Maelle's utopia. it also runs against the whole 'for those who comes after; when one falls, we move forward' mantra, because there is no more moving forward. everything and everyone stays perfectly preserved and stagnant.

of course, that's until she ultimately dies from Canvas exposure and either Renoir or Clea just nuke the damn thing. or maybe the whole cycle just starts over again. horrific either way.

anyway this was long and rambly but basically i love Maelle and her fucked up family of artist gods and i'm so glad the devs didn't pussyfoot around with a neutered, feelgood ending. tragedies should be tragic and the fact that the two choices you get are both fucked despite one of them being lowkey the 'good' ending is based and i love it

[bacchuschucklefuck]

doing chibi is a good design exercise bc it forces u to think on shapes n essential details, essentially thumbnailing ur designs. its also a terrible design exercise bc it ends up looking cute no matter what

[lyca0ncreature]

I JUST REALIZED THAT THE DOTS ON HIS MASK ARE SUPPOSED TO BE EYES

It's funny bc I don't think that there's any other gestral with eyes on their mask? Makes me wonder why he did it exactly but either way it's adorable

[helmip]

original Godzilla always looked like an otter to me :)

(text on the upper left reads "kaiju" and the bottom text reads "Gojira")

[zellaspinna]

hear me out on this one..

[renard-dartigue]

May I interest you in a kaiju sandwich with Gen, Kafka, and Soshiro?

[telebeast]

isabel! isabel! isabel!

[ID in alt]

[thelostprincessposts]

Gestral Festival [Painted Verso x Reader NSFW]

Pairing: Painted Verso x Fem Reader

Summary: the team attends a festival. You and Verso share a romantic evening. Some fluff, some comfort, and some smut

Rating: R

Warnings: NSFW. Vaginal intercourse. Oral sex. SPOILERS IF YOU HAVE NOT FINISHED THE GAME. Minors DNI.

It had been a slough of nonstop trekking and collecting chroma to prepare to fight Renoir, and this came after weeks of trekking and fighting to defeat the Paintress. Needless to say, the team was due for a break of some sort. Unwinding by the campfire was proving to not be enough, though you all cherished that time.

That's why it was a no-brainer when Monoco brought up wanting to attend the annual Gestral Festival. Each year the Gestral Village celebrated their heritage with duels and music along with games and general merriment. "I, for one, wouldn't mind squaring up against some of those competitors from the arena again," Sciel laughed.

"It's not the worst idea for us to check the marketplace for supplies before we venture back to Lumiere," Maelle thought out loud.

You could feel Verso's eyes shift to watch you as your group sat around the fire at the end of the evening. You told yourself it was nothing, but ever since Maelle brought you and the others back Verso has kept more of a watchful eye on you. He was never too far ahead of you during exploration and after a fight he always assured that you weren't hurt.

Monoco, however, was well aware that Verso's attention on you was not 'nothing' and offered, "Besides, Golgra owes me a few favors. I bet we could get some private rooms with real beds for this excursion," to sweeten the deal.

Lune groaned in delight at the thought of a real bed. Your heart leapt at the thought of some privacy, where perhaps you could finally have a moment alone with Verso. "I'm not going to say no to a real bed," you said as your eyes met Verso's.

His lingered on yours slightly longer before he tore them away to announce to Esquie: "it's settled then; we leave for the Gestral Village tomorrow."

You could feel yourself smiling and laughing with the other girls before Verso caught your eyes once again across the fire and you saw a ghost of a grin spread over his features.

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Lune was insufferable most of the journey over, asking Monoco millions of questions about Gestral culture and history.

"Look, at the end of the day it's mainly about Gestrals wanting to fight for glory. They'll find any excuse for a duel. It's also a way to showcase the gestrals that are coming of age in the arena for the first time," Monoco shared. "That...and lots of dancing."

"I wish Lumiere had festivals like this," Maelle lamented as the team walked through the woods toward the village.

"It used to," Verso said. "Before the fracture, there were festivals dedicated to all sorts of celebrations. Not just the gommage..."

You tried to picture Verso in Lumiere, but found yourself alarmingly sorry for all the things he must have felt he missed out on. Monoco continued to rattle on with stories of festivals past as you and Verso lingered behind the group.

"Did you enjoy them? The festivals?" You asked as your shoulder came dangerously close to bumping his.

"I enjoyed everything about Lumiere. I'm only sad that you and the others lived in a Lumiere that is now a stranger; with fear and limitations," he replied thoughtfully. Your steps slowed a bit as you chewed over his words.

"If we beat Renoir, would you want to return back to Lumiere?" The question was somewhat loaded, as you'd never directly asked him about his desires. You would undoubtedly return to Lumiere, but would he?

"What I want is not important. I can't allow myself to think past what we must do. We only have today," he responded. If he only had today, then today was the day you were going to act on your feelings.

"Don't you think you deserve more than today?" You asked, head turning to meet his gaze. He looked away quickly and opened his mouth to reply when Sciel shouted from ahead, "I see the gates!"

You waved back in response before turning to Verso to say, "I do. Think you deserve more," before jogging to catch up with Sciel.

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The Gestral Village was decorated with colorful banners and garlands full of wildflowers when you arrived that afternoon. The gestrals were delighted to have guests and adorned the team with necklaces made of brushes painted various colors to don for the evening.

The gestral children swarmed Esquie in the village square, asking him to dance with them. Monoco and Verso peeled off to secure overnight arrangements with Golgra, which left you and the girls to wander the market.

You were helping Maelle haggle with a weapons merchant when Monoco approached with Verso. "Alright, I have bad news and I have good news. Which do you want first?"

Verso was avoiding your eyes at all costs. In fact, he looked anywhere but at the team. "The good news...?" Lune asked skeptically.

"Golgra humbly offered us rooming at her palace."

You crossed your arms in anticipation of the next part. "And the bad news?" You asked.

"Golgra has plenty of visitors. We've only got 4 beds, meaning...two of you are going to need to share."

"I already said I'd find somewhere else to sleep, Monoco. The girls should have the beds," Verso said tightly. Your heart leapt thinking of the chance to share a room with Verso. This was your chance, before anyone else could offer.

"I'll share with you," you said a bit loudly and rushed. Sciel snorted quietly before turning to admire a dagger at the table.

Verso's eyes shot to yours as he crossed his arms. "Don't worry about it, I want you to be comfortable tonight."

"Well there's no way I'm comfortable with you sleeping outside or slumming it somewhere else. It's no trouble, really."

"Y/N, you don't have-"

"My gods, she already offered, Verso! Just say yes and move on!" Sciel interrupted exasperated. She had a shit-eating grin on her face as she twirled the dagger a little too close to Verso's personal space.

"Put that thing down and I'll say yes," Verso replied tightly. You started to feel nervous that he was only saying yes because he felt he had to, and then you started to feel nervous all over again at the prospect of making a move on Verso tonight. What you didn't know was that Verso's reply also came from his own nerves about spending the night with you.

Sciel stopped twirling the weapon, but never broke eye contact with Verso as her grin only widened and she placed the dagger back on the stand. Verso's eyes slightly narrowed at her, knowing Sciel was pushing this. Their staring contest only continued a hair longer until the sound of trumpets erupted to signal the start of the duels in the arena.

"Come on, I don't want to miss the first fight!" Maelle exclaimed as she started towards the arena. Lune started after her; she was always looking out for Maelle. Your group followed, Verso falling into step beside you.

You felt his hand ever so gently on the small of your back as he guided you through the crowd heading to the arena. "Thank you for offering to share tonight. I promise to be on my best behavior," Verso said jokingly.

Maybe it was the festival, maybe it was the proximity of his mouth to your ear producing goosebumps up your spine, but you turned to him with utter confidence to reply, "well, that makes one of us."

Your words stopped him dead in his tracks. He couldn't help but grin when he saw the twinkle in your eye before you turned to enter the arena.

Sciel waited for you at the gate, linking her arm through yours as you found a place in the crowd. "Thank you," you said lowly and she laughed.

"I feel we should be thanking you for finally putting him out of his misery. That man has done nothing but stare longingly at you when he thinks none of us are looking. You are going to make a move tonight, right?" She asked.

Your cheeks heated, but you didn't have a chance to answer before the crowd erupted in cheers for the competitors.

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Dusk brought the sounds of gestral music and the aromas of street vendors selling local delicacies. Your team regrouped at the village center to watch the musicians at the main stage. Verso brought you all food that he deemed safe for humans and you all merrily ate while enjoying the atmosphere. "You all better get your fill because we're dancing after this," Sciel announced.

To which Lune said, "any chance Eqsuie has more wine? I'm going to need it if Sciel is pulling me out there." You chuckled in agreement, your attention turning to find Verso as it usually did in conversation, but he wasn't paying any heed to the group.

He stood with his arms crossed at the edge of the crowd gathered to watch the dancers. His eyes were transfixed on the musicians as if nothing were more important to him. Monoco shook his head before starting away to find Esquie, "I'll get you girls some spirits."

When you finished your food, you went to stand next to Verso and offered him a cup of wine, courtesy of Esquie. He gave you a small smile as he took it - his fingers lingered on yours as he took the cup. You stood there shoulder to shoulder for a long moment just taking in the scene ahead of you in a comfortable silence.

"Thanks for agreeing to this. Maelle looks truly happy out there," you noted as you both watched Maelle and Sciel laughing while they moved to the lively music.

"Yeah, well, sometimes it is nice to remember that there are good things happening here." He downed some of his wine as Lune approached; her cheeks were healthily flushed from the alcohol and she wore a slight grin on her face.

"Those good things can happen for you too," you said quietly, just loud enough for Verso to hear. His eyes darted to yours as Lune grabbed his arm.

"Come on, old man. You aren't exempt from dancing!" She exclaimed while pulling him away. You grinned at him, putting your own drink down to follow them out to the dance floor. The team spent a good while dancing until the sun fully set and even the gesterals started to peel away from the crowd.

You could feel Verso's gaze on you more than a few times watching your body move. Once or twice you felt his hand graze your back, a move reserved only for you. Each time your eyes met his it felt like you were the only two people out there, which made your heart flutter in anticipation.

You were about to leave the crowd for some water when you saw Verso start to follow you. The intensity in the way he watched you sent a shiver down your spine as you reached the clearing. "I just need some water," you said, but before you could turn away you felt his hand gently grab your wrist. You turned to look at him in earnest, his eyes searching your face for something. "What? What is it?"

"Did you mean what you said earlier? About me deserving things that I want?" He asked sheepishly. You could tell that he was nervous, but still invigorated from the dancing.

You reached your hand up to touch his face, grazing his beard with your fingertips. "Of course, Verso. We all deserve happiness."

He leaned his cheek into your palm slightly and closed his eyes with a sigh. "It's been a long time since I believed that. Since anyone has told me that."

Your heart sank at his confession, but you were determined to stay in the moment with him. "I'll say it to you. Every day if I have to. You can want things. You can have what you want. You deserve to want whatever you desire," you delicately spoke.

Verso's left hand reached up to cover yours on his cheek before grasping it with both his hands and bringing it between the two of you. Your soul was marked by his piercing eyes. If this was all you ever got from Verso, it would be enough.

"I want you," he proclaimed barely above a whisper. His forehead dropped to yours as he took a tentative step forward, all the while still cradling your hand between his. You watched the expression on his face - a mixture of relief like this is a secret he's been holding onto before moving to anguish. "But I can't promise you forever. I can't even promise me forever."

You knew what he meant: tomorrow you would travel to face Renoir. No one knew what tomorrow would bring.

"Then just promise me today. Promise me tonight and that would be enough." His thumbs gently soothed over the skin on your hand before he exhaled a breath you didn't know he was holding. His eyes bore into yours with a new intensity you had yet to experience.

"Let's go to our room," he said before holding your hand to lead you through the crowd. You'd follow him anywhere.

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Verso's kisses started tentative - taking his time to fully enjoy the breadth of your mouth. You'd only been able to close the door before he caged your form against the door. Every kiss became more confident, his right arm snaking around your waist to pull his body flush against yours.

The feeling of his hand tracing the exposed skin on your lower back sent heat to your core. You inadvertently kissed him with more passion, which he returned in kind. His hand continued to explore the skin on your lower back before making its way under your shirt to graze your ribcage. You could feel his thumb ghost the side of your breast, soliciting a breathy moan from you between kisses.

"I feel embarrassed to say I've wanted you for so long," Verso confided as his lips moved to your neck. Your hands made their way into his hair.

"Definitely not as long as I've wanted you, " you replied. He disconnected from your neck to bring his forehead to yours while catching his breath

"Tell me what you want. I've already confessed my sins. I want to please you. I'll give you anything," Verso murmured, close to a plea. His hands kept stroking your sides and you could feel your pulse thundering in your ears.

"Please, I need you," you whispered. It was more than a want; you'd never possibly want anything as much as this man standing before you.

"Need?" He questioned with a smirk. His eyebrow arched. "Where do you need me? Show me," Verso demanded.

Your hands gripped his to stop the worship of your sides. You brought one to fully cup your breast over your shirt and brought the other to grip your ass. "I want to feel your tongue tasting me."

"That can be arranged." He gave no warning before crashing his lips into yours again and picking you up to carry you to the bed. Your legs wrapped around his body as he lowered you to the bed.

You moved to raise your shirt over your head while Verso did the same with his jacket and shirt. He wasted no time moving to kiss your nipples, already hard and sensitive, his tongue circling one while he rolled the other between his fingertips. You could feel yourself growing more wet, your hips bucking slightly to find some relief. Verso's name spilled from your tongue in a moan.

"Y/N...say it again," he breathed, looking up at you from your chest.

"Verso," you moaned again. His face crumpled as he reached to crash his lips into yours again. He positioned himself over you, his kisses growing more and more greedy. One of his arms held himself up while the other moved to cup your center over your pants. Your hips ground into his hand as the heat pooled in your stomach.

It was getting too hot with both of your pants still on. Your hands reached for his waistband as his quickly moved to unlace your pants as well. By the time they were both removed, Verso was looking up at you from your core. His arms tenderly held your legs open while his eyes held yours. "You are so beautiful," he said before lowering his tongue to taste your center.

Verso's tongue moved expertly against your bundle of nerves. He paid attention to each sound you made before adding his fingers inside you. "Fuck Verso, you're so good at this."

You looked down to see him grinning at you in pride. It didn't take much longer for that tension to build and your hips bucked uncontrollably over his face. He continued to suck and play with your clit until your orgasm passed. "I could never have enough of you," Verso said as he shifted from your legs to move his mouth back to your nipples.

As he moved his mouth up your body you could feel how hard he was against your leg. You hand reached for him out of reflex, closing around the head, which made him groan in delight. His lips broke contact with your nipple to crash into your mouth once more. Tongues and teeth clashed as he ground into your hand. "I want all of you," Verso panted against your lips. Your head nodded as you guided him to your entrance.

"I'm yours," you whispered. He entered you agonizingly slowly. His length filled you until he was fully seated inside you. Your walls pulsed around him, begging for movement. Verso's pace remained unhurried; he brought his forehead to yours, his eyes never leaving yours as he pumped in and out of you.

Your hips rose rose match his pace. Verso's breathing was heavy and you could tell he was holding back from the way his eyes would close tightly.

"Verso, I want all of you too. I can take whatever you give."

"It's been so long. I don’t want to finish too quickly."

"You're doing so well, Verso. You can take whatever pace you want. You feel so good inside me," you assured as your hands rubbed up and down the arms that caged you.

He shuddered at your words and let out a moan. "I like it when you do that," he groaned.

"Do what?"

"Tell me I'm doing well. I need it."

Your pussy tightened at his words. He had a praise kink. "Verso, you've been so fucking good to me. Keep going, just like that."

He moaned louder at your words before picking up the pace. You made sure to praise him as he continued, saying things like "so good" and "you fill me so well."

"I'm not going to last much longer."

You placed a hand on his chest to gently push him away and out of you. He followed your lead and pulled out of you, allowing you room to move to flip over.

You buried your head into the pillows and reared your hips up to offer him an angle from behind. "Fuck, Y/N..."

You felt him insert his length again. This time his pace was relentless. He pounded into you, hitting that sweet, deep spot every time. You could feel your walls tightening again. There was no praise in this position - just the sounds of both yours and Verso's moans unleashed and his hips slapping against you.

As your walls shuddered around him, you felt his hips buck erratically as he came with you. His pace slowed as you both rode out your climax before he pulled out and turned your face to kiss you. Your breath was still heaving when you broke away.

"Was that okay for you?" You asked him breathlessly. Verso's beautiful fingers reached to move the hair from your face.

"More than okay. Tonight has been perfect."

"Well, it's still tonight as long as we're awake.." You said with a wicked smile. Verso returned the expression in kind before stealing another kiss.

Tomorrow was unknown, but at least you'd always have tonight.

[obscureother]

taking care of drunk or tipsy f/o

walking or driving them home so they dont have to on their own.

giggling at them being goofy or soothing them from being emotional.

holding them so they dont wobble over.

getting them at least a little bit of din-din before they klonk out.

dont forget the water. uvu

maybe getting them a bath started (and making sure they dont DROWN. optional helping them take bath or bathing with them :0 no sex needed.)

or you just tuck them right into bed, then they can shower in the morning. <:

keeping the home from being too stimulating while they are wobbly, the night of or the morning after. keep the lights low, but not off. . low noise. . touch them gentle but firm so they dont get startled or fumble or something.

give kisses for their headache, pain medicine or a little wet rag on their head, letting them lay in til it goes away. . breakfast in bed maybe, or just checking on them sometimes.

[starscream-is-my-wife]

In an old 1986 transformers story book called "deadly paradise" the Decepticons had trapped a group of autobots in a megamaze where they wouldn’t find their way out, but luckily, Ratchet was leaking lube, so Prowl had Hound sniff out the lube back to where they came from and everybody lived thanks to Ratchets lube!

(The book pages under the cut)

It’s a lot less weird with his previous design but the cartoons, his more human design ment that all of his fluids were stored internally, I just thought it was hilarious how happy everyone was for Ratchet lube, it did save their life but still

Side note, why is this book written like my immortal??

[rocketbirdie]

just put in my two weeks, so to speak.