#Htigers

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I found another blorbo meme :) here r my current [taking up the most space in my blb brain] characters

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[jirnkirks]

3k, Famous Owens & Tigers

The world starts to end (again) and Famous, unwillingly, is not alone in it.

(—or; Famous & Lottie, Hiroto, Dunlap and Scorpler in Season 24)

[jirnkirks]

pt 1: tigers & locked tomb au

lyctorhood suited lottie poorly.

i went a little off the rails and wrote a short locked tomb au for lottie & famous 😔 this is one of my fave fics of the year i think. famous & lottie siblings forever btw.

spoilers for gideon the ninth's ending

lottie ceilingfan (lovelot triskelion) & famous: 3rd house

Lyctorhood suited Lovelot Trikahelion poorly. It roiled in aer like the whiskey ae learned Famous loved to drink too deeply. It was a furious thing, a despairing thing. Lyctorhood was Famous Trise in all their wretched, blazing glory, screaming and railing as they locked themselves in the cage of Lottie's eyes.

Lovelot was named for aer eyes- rose pink and numinous, fitting for the heir of the Third House. And now the sloe-eyed pink is frosted in Famous' pale grey, deepening, no- pulsating around the aorta of aer pupils.

And it's true- it is Famous' uncanny eyes that flit about the Gentle Emperor's ship. It is Famous' surety pressed between aer palms and the handles of their hatchets, their rank disrespect needled through their aer teeth when the Emperor Undying turns his kind face towards aer.

Quiet, quiet, Lottie begs for the first, for the ninth, for the infinitely many times since ae had pinned their heart down. Pressed Famous between aer molars and down aer esophagus, held them in aer guts until Lottie had reconstructed two into one. Infinite, because everyday ae wished they would stop speaking from aer own nerves and sinew, and come from beside aer instead. The first because Lovelot will take it back each time, because this is the closest ae will have to their viper tongue and sharp wit. Because Famous had given to themselves to aer- not to the Emperor Undying, not as the shining dead of the Third House nor to the promises to Queen Melusine Trihelia of the Third House. To Lottie, and even if it had been the hardest thing, it had been the surest thing. Their sister, in all but name. Aer brother, in all but name.

Their spirit roiled and heaved, because Famous could not stop themselves, even if it was sorry for the wretchedness it seeded in their necromancer. Famous stomped to their death, wretched and sure and Lottie walks into lyctorhood the same way, carrying two hearts on the pink of aer tongue.

[jirnkirks]

Dr. Nerd Pacheco and Dr. Haruta Byrd study necromancy. A deal is struck with Famous Owens. (Nerd's not-boyfriend, Hades Tiger, and a little more desperate than Nerd realized.)

- a short moment between nerd and famous, just before one of the many necromancies of season twenty three.

I blame stara (@thehallstara) because we both accidentally brainrotted ourself into this.

Quick bg: nerd pacheco (they/them) is an academic who got Shelled and rolled into Hades for a season before being swapped to the Pies. Famous Owens (they/them) is a face stealing mask wearing demon who's been a tiger for a long long time and despite their evasive masks, once made the mistake of confiding in a giant peanut shell. Now they joyride across town because Nerd got superpeanutted and famous has so many problems.

It's not exactly a secret, what Nerd is doing. What they, Haruta and a constellation of players were doing across the league. Debt dissuaded few people.

Famous doesn't talk about debt or that Tuesday at all- Tigers rarely did now, after 3 debts, a fistful of decades, and an immunity that most tried not to hold a grudge over later.

Maybe Nerd should have asked earlier, before they ask for a favor over a glass of wine. A small one really. Just access to one of the more reliable necronomicons hidden in one of Hades' locked doors. Nerd had prepared for it, for an easy yes, for a no, for a list of things Nerd could give for the demon's help. 

"That's all, darling? Nerd, darling, you know I'm capable of so much more," Famous says, flashing them a grin. They let go of their drink, leaning in. "Anything at all really," they drawl out, leaning in. Nerd swallows- Famous' gaze was magnetic, even from behind their mask, and there was the ever familiar honey drawl that Nerd had liked, but the grin is predator sharp and there are alarm bells ringing in the back of their head. Famous' fingers dance along Nerd's arm- a familiar habit when Famous was feeling playful, like a tiger before a kill. 

And yet Nerd is tempted. Whatever Famous is thinking, it's not a no. And Nerd thinks, though maybe they wouldn't mention this part to Haruta, that their hot not-partner was terribly appealing when they slipped and showed the edge under that razor grin. And there was an edge, no doubt, even if they wielded it without discrimination, one Nerd wishes they knew how to posses. Even with Dr. Grackle's help, the two of them were railroaded and turned around at every step. If Famous was known for anything, it was for getting what they wanted. And Nerd thinks they know Famous maybe a little better on average, but maybe not well enough to know what Famous would ask for. 

"I, ah, I didn't realize you were so interested in necromancy- ah, no?" Nerd winces at the look Famous shoots him. 

"No, I don't care about your nerd shit," 

"It is not-"

 "Your stupid, ridiculous nerd shit that will probably get people killed again, darling, but I would never be one to judge a little murder." 

Nerd opens their mouth- debt was wholly possible to avoid and perhaps within reach, and there were studies and papers- and the words die in their mouth, because the look Famous sends them is the most honest they've ever been. Famous pats their hand. "Yes I'm sure you're very smart, the same way I'm sure the Garages and Nagomi thought themselves very clever. I don't really give a fuck, darling. But it'd be just lovely if you succeed and I want you to do so in Philly."

"Ah, so you've heard about Flattery and Nanci's plan then." Nerd says. Famous laughs, tinkling like shattering glass. "Hiroto will work herself into a fit if you ask her about it. I'm fairly certain that's why the Georgias won't talk to her about it even if all of Wild High has heard of it."

"So is that it then? You'll help as long as we do it in Philly?" Nerd asks. "In Philly, keep that information between you and Haruta, don't even tell them I'm helping you, Wilcox will scream my ear off if she hears," Famous corrects Nerd, rolling their eyes. Going through the motions, Nerd can't help but feel. Nerd covers the hand resting over their furred arm, moving it between their hands. Their hands were always chilly but they slowly start to warm between Nerd's hands. Famous seems to sigh, deflating and losing the sudden tension. 

There's none of the spark in Famous' eyes right now, no playfulness. "I'll help however you need, just make sure you beat those two to it. I never bet on losing horses, darling, so I'd like you to swear that you and Haruta will do your best to ensure Wild High doesn't see debt again."

 They hold out their other pinkie finger, wiggling it playfully. Haruta might not be pleased with them. But they can figure out how to explain it later- all the pies Famous had their finger in, the earnestness of Famous' request even if no one would believe it. Nerd hooks their fingers together, nodding. "Alright then, sounds like a deal." 

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There is no escape for you. Not as long as you can see your own face looking back at you.

You tip the scales as you always do. With blood.

- one origin for Famous Owens

CW: Graphic Violence, Body Horror, Minor Character Death, Body Dysphoria, Trauma, No Non-Famous Blaseball Players Were Harmed (No other major warnings apply)

Specific CW's as needed (spoilers)

this is my first foray into trying to write horror- its a love letter to a lot of campy horror, of girls killing and queerness in interstitial spaces. please take care when reading this.

mirror under cut

You rear back, braying- an animal sound. Fitting, animal that you were. You are. You crash through your reflection, but your body remains.

01.

You avoid rivers. Lakes. Anything with a mirror sheen. The first time you had seen yourself- you were a beast. A great lumbering creature, with beady eyes and oxen horns.

You yearn in envy at the sylphs who torment you. Their skin is smooth like stone, hair falling in a shimmering wave. You marvel at the delicate way they cover their lips when they laugh. In the deep, you try it. Raise your calloused hands over your snout, but your fingers are ungainly, awkward. Craven. Your body not made for it, too ugly, too ill fitting too- too-

You... Want. To be pretty, like them. You wish you could look at rivers without wishing you were looking from the underside.

02.

Your throat is a collar. Everytime you speak, it tightens, blunts the sharp consonants and slurs through every vowel. Tighter, tighter- until you choke and you remember that words are not for you. Bark, bark! they laugh.

The laughter dies in their throat, wet and warm. It soothes going down. The only warmth you know, pulling your chains closer. You’re helpless. You’ll always be helpless, losing yourself to the blood and ache until all is quiet again, no song to remind you of your lack. Death is fleeting, ebbs and flows. You take from it again to take the guise of a carrion and take from the dead.

You sound out the words of corpses, stealing the sounds from their gray tongues and their ghosts stuff their hands down your throat, rip their language free from your beast tongue.

Your body is a maze of which there is no escape.

And this is why you need the reminder.

03.

They tell you of the whispers, the one wrapped around your ankles without you even knowing. Their eyes are delighted and you don’t understand anything. No, that’s not true. You understand that they know you are below them, another beast in Tartarus. It’s true. Your fists and your tongue and your guts and sinew know it. You are almost grateful for the reminder as you rip the warmth out of them.

Less you rest your head on their delicate chest, like the babes from the books. That you must've been.

What if you think that you must’ve been a person too? That if you could tear out the horns, the wiry fur, the rough skin- there you will be, perfect and whole without the sins of your mother and father.

You hold your blade, contemplative. The bright red gash on it. The only love you have received, the only warmth that you know. Would it be enough? You hold it, touch it. How sweet it would be, to finally be free. Free of the collar around your throat, the chains around your ankles. You could be beautiful too.

A turn of an hourglass with a borrowed reflection. Short, weak, but the flesh is supple and hairless, except for long waves that reach the tender dip of the spine.

04.

A bargain. Blood, again, so plentiful beneath your hands that it is worth almost nothing. Red runs, and this time you pull from it treasure.

The market is a busy place- you watch yourself snap without cause, twitching away from people, touching everything with soft, sensitive hands. Yet- no blades are raised. You are convinced to buy oranges, silks, scarves- when the man minding the stall talks about the quality of the weave, his hands brush against yours, rough and lined with age. It tickles, and they leave your hand strangely warm.

When you nod helplessly at his effusive praise, his eyes lock into yours and they are bright like stars. His smile could light the heavens and they were for you.

They ask for a name.

05.

Time ends but the blood price is cheap.

There is one, at the tip of your tongue. Half remembered, the memory of a memory. Thales? Stelios?

You struggle, again, and maybe it is pity, or perhaps impatience. Epiktetos then, if this is so difficult. Fitting, yes?

Euanthe, you say instead, with a surety you were not aware of.

You don't know where the sharpness comes from. Or why. But you have fulfilled what is asked and this time you seek payment.

The bargain is: for two sunrises, you will be human.

All they ask for is two men's head and a fist full of gold and it is, for once, a happy task.

He says, Don’t you get it? in a familiar voice. Says it without even looking at you.

06.

He’s sweet about it, as sweet as you think you know anyone could be.

You touch your stomach, the strange way it twists and clenches, not at all like being hungry. Maybe a bit like being sick, of filling up your stomach with rocks and leather. But it's not though. There is nothing violent about it. Maybe because you’ve never had someone tell you these things inbetween linen sheets. Even as you bore the uncomfortable press of him, the thrill of warmth and touch, hard and fast and more than what you’ve ever gotten.

And still, still, the words hurt. It twists inside you like a knife.

(Your body knows how to respond to this. To knife wounds and spear points. You-)

What do you want? I don’t-

His hands push yours away, like you’re something dirty and filthy, and it’s cruel of him, to lead you on like this and your hands-

(knows how to use blades against its user. The human body is weak. You know this intimately.)

Your hands are around his neck. Your tender palms feel his diaphragm strain. His hands tear at your face, your hair. Every breath bucks and strains beneath your hands.

It feels like coming home.

Every ragged wheeze and every time he fights- oh this, you know you can win. He slams a bowl against your head and this fragile shell of yours cracks like an egg, blood dripping down your face. his face rings, echoing.

Pain is easy. too weak to keep squeezing his throat but strong enough to grab a long shard and plunge into his eye. then the other.

Easy.

You exhale, shaky. Free of the weight of his words and his hands.

Tomorrow. You’ll try again.

[jirnkirks]

scorpler and famous 4 💖💖

This is very silly... This is just awful awful fluff i give no excuses

"Of course I do! Who wouldn't fall in love with the spirit of the holidays! I bet I could make anyone would fall in love, even some random-"

A crash and a bang, and skittering from the walls is Scorpler, ridiculously dark sunglasses perched on their face. They dust off their deep velvet coat before sliding into Famous' space, scoff," Now, what are you reindeer loving wannabes talking about?" Famous gives an unimpressed hum, eyebrow raised but eyes gleaming as they lean forward. "How you, Mx. Party Store Disaster, are ruining the holidays for everyone!" they proclaim, jabbing at Scorpler's chest.

When Scorpler laughs, the sound travels throughout all of them, scorpions rumbling and skittering, and they do it now, circling around Famous' outstretched hand, turning closer to the brightly dressed demon. There's nothing but contempt in Famous' expression, but when Scorpler laughs, Famous can't quite hold back their smirk-

"Lottie! I didn't know you were such a fan of mine, darling," Famous says sweetly, almost bitingly so, as they stalk up to where Lottie is sitting on their couch. Like a very cross cat, Scorpler thinks as they trail behind. Lottie sees the same thing Scorpler does- she grins, her sloe eyes sparkling at the irritation leashed in Famous' voice.

"Hiroto told me you and Scorp were in a funny movie," Lottie drawls out, savoring each word. "Didn't realize they paid you to act gross on camera," she says, turning the volume up as big screen Scorpler pushes themselves into screen Famous' space, and screen Famous- they don't quite shy away. It's more like they give in, mirroring the way screen Scorpler's body pressed against theirs. Perching on their sofa Lottie wrinkles their snout. "Disgusting," she reiterates as Scorpler laughs, leaning into real, huffy Famous's space and looping an arm around their waist.

"You chose it, darling, I didn't think you were this desperate to watch us," Famous says. Sly as always, Scorpler thinks fondly. It pulls the reaction Famous wanted- Lottie turns back again, eyes already half narrowed before snapping her gaze away once she sees the way Famous is leaning into Scorpler's embrace, Scorpler this time melting against Famous as their scorpions perch on Famous' shoulded, cheek, the crook of their neck that Scorpler couldn't quite believe Famous let them get so close to. Famous is smirking already, and Scorpler chitters in amusement. Two can play at this game.

"You two are awful," Lottie complains without looking. She spins around and makes herself even smaller as she hides in the couch. "Bye Lottie," Scorpler laughs, as they push Famous away. "Fuck off, " drifts up behind them as Famous finally turns around and loops their arms around Scorpler's neck with the same glint in their eye.

[jirnkirks]

famous and lottie for 6?

I am always weak for famous and lottie also trying something, lottie uses ae/aer pronouns in this one!

CW: light drinking

The party is in full swing by the time the two of them walk in. Lottie pushes aer heart shaped glasses, squinting as ae looked around through tinted plastic. Famous laughs, the sound lost to the music, at the way Lottie’s mouth screws up at the flashing eyes. They told aer, apparently too smugly because ae had taken it as a challenge- both to show up and to see which of Famous’ sunglasses fit aer outfit tonight.

They push Lottie through the crowd, somewhere closer to the back where the music is only loud and not deafening. Maybe a drink before they rejoined the crowd. “Don’t wander off, darling,” Famous calls out and Lottie rolls aer eyes, looking around already, completely uninterested in Famous.

When Famous returns, Lottie’s already on aer phone- they push it away with the cold drink and though Lottie scowls, ae take it without any more complaint. Famous sips their drink, surveying the crowd- it’s a tame crowd. There’s jumping and dancing and dragging other people into dark corners, but it didn’t get any harder than that. Tame, by Famous’ standards and apparently not by Lottie’s, who’s finished aer drink (much faster than Famous would like but that’ll be aer problem, as long as ae doesn’t embarrass Famous later). Lottie was happy to ditch Famous or complain about Famous ditching aer- that Lottie hadn’t fluttered off somewhere was probably a sign.

The rave was tame but it was by no means empty- the club was bigger and fuller than any club in Umbra. Lottie nudges aer glasses up their snout again and Famous’ teeth flashes- aw, was ae nervous?

Famous nudges aer. “Nervous, darling?” they yell over the music. Lottie’s look speaks magnitudes. “No! I’m already going!” ae yells back and ae steps back, ready to turn to the crowd. Then hesitates. “Check me!” they ask in the shape of a demand, showing off the outfit ae had taken forever to put together. A transparent excuse to linger that Famous indulges in- readjusting the collar of aer jacket, making sure aer pendants all hang properly and the butterfly locs they had painstakingly braided together were all properly in place, even if Lottie would probably mess it up in a few minutes. “Close enough.” Lottie’s satisfied grin is automatic but it’s a smile anyway. Famous gives aer one last pat on the back before ae hops away, slowly joining the crowd of bodies.

Famous watches, for a moment, before emptying their own drink. Time to finally have some fun- there were songs to dance to and faces to steal.

[jirnkirks]

happy clawloween! pt 2 is uhh its 2 kinds of dead- a dead wip and it has some dead dudes! everything i write has dead dudes its called being very attached to looking back

its set after ayannas umpkill as a fun lil team bonding to celebrate the umpkill, but slipped into "idk where this is going" and "doesnt rly make sense without the massive blackhole looming above us" so yeah. ghost!

they come in waves-

First is mummy knocking at his door, looking a little harried as matteo, ayanna, lottie and daniel chatter behind them. landry hasn’t talked with them, not much, and it’s embarrassing, and maybe a little tiring, to see the vaguely starry eyed look Lottie and Daniel give him- Matteo just gives him a lazy salute and Ayanna smiles as she bounces past him, glowing brightly still. Beasley had already wiggled past the four, Landry gives his head a pat, three heads echoing the happy barking. He’s not quite a dog, Landry thinks, but he’s obviously not too interested in the things Landry has set out and instead wanders around the room, sniffing at corners and nudging at the team.

Hiroto and Dunlap are next- not from the door but from the bathtub Landry has left running for the past 30 minutes, their hair soaking wet when it crosses the line of water and dry by the time Landry holds out his hand to them. hiroto’s the one to help dunlap out- it was easier for them to both pass by atlantis than deal with the usual nonsense of trying to get into hades. no fish- but an hour later, there’s a big delivery of waffles and pancakes and milkshakes, sorry scrawled on the topmost box.

The next few come in overlapping waves- irnee chatting with the randys now- and god, there’s four of them instead of two, randy A talking to irnee about something on the news, randy 1 next to zion as their kids run in. The fifth comes minutes later- mandy looks a little overwhelmed at all the noises from inside his apartment. She sets down a cake when she gets in, waving away his protests and setting down her bag to reveal obviously homemade crafts- little patches, embroidered pieces she spreads out as lottie oohs and ahhs at the different designs, randy b floating above her shoulders. He vaguely recognizes Hatfield and Walton- they come in with a third, a cheerful older woman introducing herself as Mags. New names, new faces, not just for the Tigers but for Landry too- he ignores most blaseball games these days, admittedly, and it’s always a little strange to see the Tigers with the Firefighters or the Jazz Hands so often. He knows the new members, vaguely, talk spreads in the city still, and sometimes there are unfamiliar names brought up in an old group chat. For a moment, Landry just hangs back. He had offered his place, for some reason he doesn’t know- he doesn’t know any of these faces, nothing beyond a passing glance. But Landry can feel the air above Hades growing lighter, not like a weight lifting but like sand slipping between his fingers. If he lies awake too long and lets the dark of the night slowly unspool him, until he feels more like atoms than a body, he can taste where the dark leads. Where the Tigers were tugging them all towards. For the first time in a long time,

“Penny for your thoughts?” a familiar voice drawls out. Famous Owens, late as ever. “Tell Hiroto to stop opening my door for me,” Landry answers absentmindedly, fingers drumming against the countertop. Famous’ lips curl up. “Sure,” they say and that hint of condescension is still there. Landry nearly calls them an asshole but Famous has disappeared before he can say anything.

Landry had not been there to see them after- he remembers, dimly, the haunted look in Scorpler’s eye when they and Moody has appeared in the Hall. For Landry, death had been a final thing, something he was not meant to venture past- memories of those days slips through his hands like smoke on most days, memories losing focus no matter how hard he tries.

They end up on the armchair in the living room- removed from the chaos as half the team are gathered around a table full of patches and materials. Landry doesn’t think much about it- misses the way Famous is watching Lottie’s choices, making sounds of disapproval whenever Ayanna holds something up for them to consider with real interest. When Landry glances over again, Famous is bumping Lottie aside, taking the bag she’s been sticking patches on with a beleaguered air. It makes Landry pause- it’s more than he’s ever seen Famous done with them, once upon a time. It’s new, the way Ayanna looks them in the eye in playful challenge, the way Famous barks a laugh at something she says but doesn’t pull away.

///

[jirnkirks]

How stripes saw lottie, irnee & dan after tigers hit partytime

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I wanted to make a fic abt randy castillo n Thomas kirby fic except i wanted it abt to be them as dads which unfortunately meant i had to lore the castillos

I didnt even have time to write the fic because I was making all these fucken dudes whk arent even gonna show up

Anyway enjoy my randys ig!!! Theres 5.5 of them here

[jirnkirks]

anyway

dunlap

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【Claimers Group】 2022.1.8 わかさスタジアム京都 神戸GB戦 6-6 △ East West戦 4-7 ● 1敗1分でしたが 東京からClaimers TOKYOメンバー、琉球システマさんメンバーが参加して一月にしては暖かい気候の中楽しんで野球が出来ました！ 次のわかさは8月ですね🏟 #わかさスタジアム京都 #東京草野球チーム ⚾️ #claimerstokyo #大阪草野球チーム⚾️ #claimersjapan #htigers 🐯 #対戦相手募集中 🏟 #草野球メンバー募集中 #マネージャー募集中 #ミクスドベースボールチーム #男女混合チーム #東京女子野球チーム 🥎 #cstarstokyo #大阪女子野球チーム 🥎 #cstarsjapan #誰でも参加可能な野球イベント #freezone906 #プロスタでの野球 🏟 #音楽と野球 #claimersmusic #ゴルフと野球 ⛳️ #claimersgolf #野菜と野球 🍅 #claimersfield #bish 🎶 (わかさスタジアム京都) https://www.instagram.com/p/CYdm3-uv6oE/?utm_medium=tumblr

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【Claimers Group】 2022.1.7 明日は久しぶりの京都ですね。 #東京草野球チーム ⚾️ #claimerstokyo #大阪草野球チーム⚾️ #claimersjapan #htigers 🐯 #対戦相手募集中 🏟 #草野球メンバー募集中 #マネージャー募集中 #ミクスドベースボールチーム #男女混合チーム #東京女子野球チーム 🥎 #cstarstokyo #大阪女子野球チーム 🥎 #cstarsjapan #誰でも参加可能な野球イベント #freezone906 #プロスタでの野球 🏟 #音楽と野球 #claimersmusic #ゴルフと野球 ⛳️ #claimersgolf #野菜と野球 🍅 #claimersfield #bish 🎶 (わかさスタジアム京都) https://www.instagram.com/p/CYbdEY-vrb8/?utm_medium=tumblr