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I'm a grown adult and im just barely over the height

i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child

throwing tags

@zeke-fanfucs @umbratheshadowfamiliar @cxptains-hook

tag game 🤭

rules: color the sentence that's true about you

i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child

this is a whole lot of yellow lmfao

no pressure tags: @marthawrites @schniiipsel @aemonddtargaryen @aemondsbabe @adragonprinceswhore @arcielee @black-dread @lovelykhaleesiii @aemondsbabygirl @valeskafics @connorsui

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Chance encounter

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There is not a single thing that could have prepared the group for this. The situation was that absurd. 

It was early in the morning, Hipswitch had a power cell held up to where his mouth would be and had just yelled at the resident demon to go watch porn in his room, not the kitchen. Karmor and Mahatma were both eating their breakfast. Sibren had yet to wake up and roll out of Doc’s bed, but that was fairly normal for him. They hadn’t even checked the bounty board for a job yet. They were all simply enjoying the quiet of the early day, unaware of the chaos about to grace them. 

Nearly fifty miles outside of the town of Maya, in the middle of nowhere, someone stepped out of a metal shack. The strange person was gnawing on some kind of jerky before stepping onto a metal board. They fiddled with a small switch and strapped their feet to the device before turning it on. 

A helmet was put on and in seconds, they were off at speeds that would make most people vomit or pass out. Not this one though, no they howled with delight at the speed. Tests like this were always so much fun, especially in the big empty nothing outside of town since there was nothing to break and no one to complain. 

For a while, things seemed to be going smoothly, however, when they shifted to try pushing the speed further, everything went wrong. It took a while to notice, but once they saw the town approaching and tried to slow down, it became clear they couldn’t. 

The speeds they were moving at meant it was nearly impossible to direct the hoverboard and nothing they did slowed or stopped it. This was not good. 

Back at their base, Hipswitch, Albus and Karmor were going through the list of bounties while Mahatma took stock in his lab. A little while into the bounty search, a strange noise began to get closer. 

Karmor set down what he was doing first, signing to the others. ‘Do you hear that?’ 

Albus paused, silent for a moment. “Yeah, it sounds like an engine. And screaming?” 

The sound was getting louder and before they could get up to investigate, it was too late. A string of half understandable curses was heard and then something crashed right through the wall. The sound of an engine continued for a few more moments before dying down, and when the dust finally cleared, there was a person, upside down, arm bent at a weird angle on their floor, halfway through the wall separating the living room and kitchen. 

The two missing members of the odd group came running out to the living room, looking at the destruction and the stranger in the middle of it. 

“What. The. Fuck. Just happened?” The resident demon broke the silence, not sure what else could even be said. 

Before anyone else could make a comment, a groan was heard from the floor. They watched as the stranger who just destroyed their walls sat up and tapped on their helmet. “Hoverboard boosted propulsion test 156 failed. Loss of turning and braking system.” 

A moment later the helmet was pulled off, revealing shaggy white hair with blue dyed tips. The stranger leaned back, looking to catch their breath before letting out a blood curdling scream as they rested on their clearly very broken arm. 

They immediately took their weight off the broken limb, looking towards it like they hadn’t noticed it before. Seconds later they went down like a sack of rocks. 

Mahatma rushed over, checking for a pulse, sighing in relief when he felt it. “Someone help me get them back to my office.” 

“What? Why should we help them they just fucked up our home?” 

Attila took over then, looking at Albus like he was the stupidest man alive. “One because Mahatma said so. And two, because if they keep fainting from shock and pain we won’t be able to find out what the fuck just happened or get them to pay for the wall dipshit, now help me.” 

A few hours later, their unwelcome guest began to wake up, groaning in pain on the exam table in Doc’s office. “Well…that sucked.” They muttered, drawing the doctor’s attention. 

“I put a cast on your arm and bandaged up your cuts. Now, if you can stand, follow me.” 

The man’s tone was calm, but stern, leaving no room for argument. The odd stranger hopped off the table, following the doctor out to where he had crashed into their home. 

“Well….guess that explains why it feels like I got hit by a truck.” A lazy smile was on their face, seemingly unbothered by the destruction or their injuries. “Where’s my board?”

“Not important, you can have it back when you explain who you are, what in the hell that was all about, and how you plan to pay for the damages.” 

They seemed to pout at the obscuran’s words, sighing like this was just an annoyance. “I’m Echo. I was testing out a new booster for my hoverboard, trying to up the max speed but it needs more testing. I tried to slow down once I started to see buildings from the town buuuuut the brakes and emergency shut off for the board both stopped working, and by the time I realized it, I was going too fast to even steer. Hence the crash.” 

They paused, looking around the room. “Sorry about the walls by the way, oh and thanks for patching me up.” They shifted their weight slightly between their feet. “As for the damages, uh how much do you need?” 

“25000 rounds. You caused major structural damage to the building, it ain’t gonna be cheap to fix.” 

“25000? That’s all?” 

All heads turned to Echo, all with varying looks of shock on their faces. “What do you mean ‘thats all?’” 

“I mean it won’t be hard to pay for the damages if it's just 25000.” 

Albus scoffed. “You expect us to believe you just have that kind of money in your pockets or something? You’re wearing rags and crashed into the building on a faulty piece of junk.” 

“First off, no I don’t have that money in my pockets, that would be just asking to get robbed. I keep most of my money at home, I only bring enough to get lunch, tools or supplies with me. Second of all, don’t call it junk, it's insulting.” They huffed, clearly glaring at the man from behind their shaggy hair. 

“How the fuck is calling that board faulty junk insulting?” 

“I designed and built it without formal training or education in engineering. You think you can do better?” 

Hipswitch held up a hand, motioning for Albus to shut the fuck up. 

“You say you have enough to pay for the damages at home, how long would it take to get it?” 

“Uh, with my board going at lower speeds and my arm in a cast, three hours?” 

“You think we’re just gonna give that thing back and let you leave? None of us were born yesterday fuckstain.” Attila huffed, glaring at the weird gremlin. 

“I mean you can come with me if you’re worried about me running off, or I could call someone to wire the money to you.” 

“Call someone? Who the fuck could some scraggly gremlin call.” 

A half manic grin crossed Echo’s face as they pulled out their communicator and pressed a contact. After a few moments, a woman answered, one who spoke with perfect diction and a tone that made it clear she thought herself above everyone else. 

She spoke with a tense, false sweetness, obviously not thrilled to be receiving this call. “Auguste, darling, to what do I owe the…pleasure?” Not missing a beat, Echo replied in kind, their casual speaking dropped for something more formal. 

“Mother, so good to speak to you. I was just calling because I’m in need of a bit of money. There was an incident with one of my tests.”

The woman sighed. “I see. Well how much is needed to repair what you broke this time?” 

“Not much, just 25000 rounds.” 

A mocking laugh came clear through the speaker. “Oh is that all? What could you have broken that costs so little to fix? Alright dear, send the information to Gregory and I’ll have him wire the money over.” 

“Thank you mother.” With that the line went dead. “Fuck, I hate having to call home.” 

They sighed, looking over at the cowboy. “Ok so once the money is wired I can have my board back right? I kinda wanna go get some lunch and go home. I need to figure out what went wrong.” 

“Uh yea, once we have it you can go.” Within minutes, the obscuran had the money in his account, everyone still a bit shell shocked at what the fuck just happened. 

“Alright, you got your money I’m gonna bounce, peace.” With that the odd engineer left, leaving everyone in stunned silence. 

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Nothing I couldnt handle. I just kinda threw Sibren at them and put on house md

kept him from trying to escape and cause problems on purpose at least

came to offer a late congrats on the wedding, i was having some difficulties wrangling attila (he wanted to cause problems at the wedding for the fuck of it) so I had to focus on keeping him distracted

Thank you, it truly was like none other🥰‼️ I’m sure he was hard to manage! Always the trouble someone that little guy! Hope he didn’t cause you too much trouble :3

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so ive caught up with all of the playlists on gba's channel

im relistening to the killian playlist since the new episode dropped and i want to make sure im remembering things correctly before listening to it

after that, not sure what to listen to

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My edo period samurai roommate keeps telling me how i’ll bring shame and dishonor to our apartment if I keep forgetting to wash the dishes. Like whatever dude, I’m not the one carrying on a passionate yet illicit affair with the daimyo’s daughter whose hand has already been promised to another.

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Reblog if it's okay to invade your ask box.

Always

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It’s a bit difficult like he mainly uses his arms but they are prosthetics

He also has very inconsistent caloric intake and gets a lot of it from things he digs out of the trash. ( or eating bounties). His lack of height is from lack of proper nutrition in childhood, but he’s better able to get a hold of calories as an adult even if they aren’t really from healthy sources. supplements his diet with lode pills along with the random garbage he eats

like he’s active since he’s a bounty hunter who just straight up fist fights people

it’s a lot of confusing things making it hard for me to decipher how the fuck his body might look

i need to figure out what body type sibren has under his clothes

i want to draw him in his underwear so i can make note of his scars for reference but im having trouble figuring out what he would look like

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i need to figure out what body type sibren has under his clothes

i want to draw him in his underwear so i can make note of his scars for reference but im having trouble figuring out what he would look like

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ok im finally awake awake

need to get a hold of like $15 for soap and shit

buuuuuut

i have a new oc in the works for bvz, got some art fight things to draw and gonna reorganize my pinned post to make it easier to find specific things

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cure of ra

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so @cxptains-hook drew my sona super fucking cute and i love it and im making it my new pfp here as well as on discord

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my sweet potato looks so badass

art fight friendly fire for @soup-sloth aw yeah

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this kicks so much ass i love them

Sketch of Devlin's 'parent's' + a sneak little Albus' mom and dad.

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Well its almost 5 am, I haven't slept, im baking a cake and managed to drop an egg and cut my hand open on cardboard

in good news in about an hour (cause cakes take time to cool off) ill be able to eat cake

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My precious boy

love this funky little asshole so much

Drawing of TilTil because I’m so fixated on the alien doctor he might as well be my alien parasite at this point

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Love obsessive doc

Love me the toxic gays

Hello, have you thought about Yandere Mahatma/Attila x Karmor? If so, how does it go?

💉Yandere Mahatma/Attila x Karmor: The Breakdown

Karmor shows up again in Mahatma’s medbay. More wounds. More confusion. Another memory blackout. More silence.

Mahatma sees the cracks.

He studies him too closely.

Records the way Karmor flinches when Hipswitch gets cold.

The way he tries so hard to act normal around Albus.

The way he never really rests.

And he decides—Karmor’s not safe with them.

“He needs someone who will never fear him,” Mahatma whispers, mostly to himself.

“He needs to be monitored,” Attila says darkly.

“He needs to be kept.”

So Mahatma starts offering him more time in the medbay.

Longer checkups. Unnecessary scans. “Rest,” he says. “You need recovery.”

And Karmor—starved for stability, for safety—starts leaning on him.

Mahatma is always so kind.

Attila always bites everyone else.

It becomes routine. Normal.

Then necessary.

Then isolating.

💊 THE OBSESSION GROWS:

Mahatma knows how to talk without alarming. He doesn’t make demands. He just guides.

“Hipswitch can’t understand you like I do.”

“They don’t know what’s happening to you, but I can study it.”

“You’re scared of yourself. But I’m not.”

He never raises his voice. But he never lets go either.

Attila, meanwhile, mutters possessive little remarks whenever Karmor speaks to anyone else.

“He touched you. Did you like that?”

“Stop smiling at him.”

“You belong in this room. Under our eyes.”

They start controlling Karmor’s schedule.

Medbay visits become daily. Then constant.

Mahatma starts adjusting his Load Pills without telling the others—keeping Karmor dependent.

All under the guise of care.

And Karmor, emotionally fractured and terrified of his own mind, doesn’t even realize how deep it’s gone until he tries to leave—

—and Mahatma touches his arm gently and says,

“You don’t have to go anywhere, my dear. We’ll keep you safe. They won’t understand what you’re becoming. But we will.”

And Karmor realizes:

He’s not sure if he ever left the medbay at all.

🩸THE KISS (Because You Did Ask for It):

It happens during a breakdown.

Karmor shakes. He can’t breathe. The Mad Crow is whispering. He doesn’t know what’s real.

Mahatma cups his jaw. Calm. Steady.

Attila wraps around his wrist to keep him from fleeing.

And Mahatma whispers, “It’s alright. I’m here. I’m always here. Let me have it, all of it, all the panic. I’ll take it. I’ll hold it.”

Then he kisses him—soft, careful, but completely possessive.

Karmor shudders.

And doesn’t pull away.

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im glad you like the silly cute fic i wrote

Struggling for Words

Things were going, not good. Sibren had been trying for a week to tell Mahatma and Attila how he felt. At first he thought it was just a simple crush, but as he continued living and working with the odd group of bounty hunters he realized it was much more than that. 

Once he had given himself ample time to sort through his feelings, to make sure it was definitely love, he had begun trying to confess. However, despite his usual confidence, he couldn’t seem to do it. He would fumble with his words or freeze up or just make up some excuse to not be alone with the man. 

It was eating him up inside and his temper was even more of a hair trigger than before. Eventually the others noticed, at first Hipswitch thought Sibren was angry at their resident doctor, but the wolf adamantly assured him that wasn’t the case. No one could get him to say what his problem was, and they just hoped it would sort itself out on its own. 

After nearly three months of a soured mood wolf however, the group was sick of it. While doc was in his lab one day, Albus dragged Sibren out to a bar, determined to get him to spit out what was making him so pissy lately. It took a few stiff drinks before the grumpy man was actually relaxed enough to talk. 

“Alright, what the fuck is wrong with you? You’ve been more pissy than usual, avoiding Doc, snapping at me, Switchy and the whelp. What gives?”

Sibren stared at him, wanting to keep being angry, to keep pretending, but after several minutes of glaring he sighed, downed another drink and answered. I…there’s something important I need to say to Mahatma and Attila. Something….personal, but every time I try to tell them I freeze up or can’t talk right or everything just stops working in my head…”

It took the demon a moment, but the way the wolf spoke and the redness that seemed to creep up his face made something click. “Well… Shit.” The demon paused, taking a moment to down another drink himself. He wasn’t exactly the best at advice. Terrible honestly. He could give it a shot though. “Actions speak louder than words?” He seemed unsure of his advice but this was outside his area of expertise. Well at least they were already at a bar, they could both use more to drink. 

A few hours and many drinks later, they finally headed back to base. After the initial confrontation they both slowed down with the drinks, they were pretty buzzed but Sibren seemed to be a lot less grumpy. Once inside Sibren immediately walked over the couch and flopped onto it, passing out in seconds. 

Hipswitch gave Albus a look, one that said ‘You have three seconds to explain’. The demon sighed and spoke surprisingly quietly, not wanting to wake up the sleeping half wolf. “I think it’s sorted Switchy.” Was all he said before heading to his own room to sleep. The obscuran sighed before heading off to recharge. Hopefully Albus was right and by morning things would be entirely sorted out. 

Well they certainly were sorted out the next day, not in a way anyone expected but definitely sorted. Even Albus was shocked at exactly how things played out, and he knew what had been making Sibren act the way he did. 

The next morning, once the half wolf woke up and went through his routine; shower, get dressed, brush his teeth, tie up his hair. He stomped into the kitchen. He had a fierce look in his eyes and when he saw Doc standing by the coffee pot he took a deep breath and approached. 

The moment Mahatma acknowledged him and went to say good morning is when he made his move. A deep breath was heard and then a flash of movement. None of them seemed to realize just how fast the small man could move, not until his metal arm lashed out and grabbed onto the ascot their resident medical professional wore. A half second later, Sibren yanked the much taller man down to his level and kissed him. Hard. Passion, desperation, adoration, fear. All poured into the one kiss. 

When he finally pulled back, both he and the doctor were panting and Sibren’s face had turned a shade of red that could give Karmor’s blush a run for its money. The whole group in the kitchen looked shell shocked and once it hit him that he had just kissed Mahatma so, intensely, in front of all of them, the half wolf bolted from the kitchen and out the front door. 

Hipswitch spoke first, snapping out of his shocked state. “Albus, I thought you said things were sorted. What the hell was that?” The demon finally snapped out of his stupor and noticed that all eyes were suddenly on him. “So our wolf friend finally talked to me at the bar yesterday, after he was drunk. Said he’d been trying to tell Doc something important and personal the past few months, but kept freezing up when he tried to talk.” Albus poured himself a drink and downed it. “I told him actions speak louder than words.” 

Mahatma listened closely, still a bit shocked at what had just happened. “I’m going to go talk to him.” He muttered, not even bothering with his coffee. It wasn’t difficult to find Sibren, the man had a habit of curling up on the ground around the back of the house when he was upset and didn’t want to be bothered. 

Sure enough, Sibren was there, curled up on the ground, silently crying, still red in the face and shaking. Mahatma couldn’t stand to see him like this. He sat down next to the man and pulled him into a hug, rubbing his back soothingly and playing with his hair to calm him down. “It’s ok Sibren. It’s ok. Deep breaths alright?” They stayed like that for a while, Doc holding the smaller man close, hushing and soothing him as the sobbing slowly stopped. 

Eventually, he pulled back, looking over the half wolf. Sibren looked nervous, scared, it didn’t take a genius to guess why. Fear of rejection, of ruining a friendship, of being so vulnerable only for pain to follow. Mahatma smiled before pulling the man into another kiss. This one was far more gentle but no less intimate. When this one ended, both men panting slightly, there was no more panic or fear. “I love you…both of you….” Sibren finally managed, face still rather red. 

A gentle kiss was pressed to his temple. “We love you too. Though it might be a bit before Attila will admit it out loud.”