#Stank ass creature

[simm-mouse]

HI! I saw that your requests are open, teehee. I love your art, it's precious. Could you please draw Nerv and Ophie? I always felt like they would have a very close sibling-like relationship and would bond over punk bands, lol.

Of course I can! I see them that way too, I explained their relationship in my past posts. Mostly back when Nerv was living with Willow and Creon(My little personal head canon 👉👈), and Nerv was like a big brother to Ophelia up until he went missing. So here's a doodle of them in the '90s

I think that Nerv always had a habit of lying. Even as a kid. When it came to Ophie, it was very hard for him to. He could've just said he fell down the stairs and that's how he got bruised up, but he had a hard time lying to her.

Also I'd totally see them discussing punk bands now, while they try and make up for lost time. They would totally go to a concert together in the future, and rock out💀💥

[diejager]

could i pretty pls request angel koenig or angel simon kidnapping a reader and forcing them to do some unholy acts with them to repent reader's sins??? pretty pls 🙏🙏🙏

@justadeadreaper this is the moment I was waiting for, to borrow you concept!!!

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, angel sex, rough sex, kidnapping, “cleansing one’s sin”, size kink, overstimulation, size kink, tell me if I missed any.

He told you it was his duty. He told you he was doing you a favour. He told you he was cleansing you of your sins, washing away the stains of your mind, body and soul with his every act. He called himself König, a King —the King; it called for you subservience and understanding that his decisions were made to benefit you. He was your benefactor and you - the human he picked up from a rundown apartment that stank of piss and human musk. The one he stole in a crude sweep near midnight, a turbulent Thursday that showed no promise despite it being a holy hour, the time where you should’ve been praying for him - his little pet that needed holy teachings.

“Herzblatt, ” he rasps over you, peering down at your weaker figure through the holes of his veil, his blue, crystalline eyes squinted in sheer pleasure and amusement, “This is for your good.”

This is for your good, he said, words repeated like a broken record that made no sense to you. What good was it to spirit you away from your home to an illustrious castle of white pillars and cold floors, to swap comfort for illusion, and to swap familiar love for possessive affection. It was infectious to your throbbing heart, his duty of cleansing you doing more harm than good, to wash away the sins that clung to your skin like leeches with harsh thrusts, his wide hips snapping against the swollen skin of your ass and thighs from his overwhelming use of strength. 

You watched his wings - the many pairs that stood out for it’s various shades of grey and ivory in a place as pristine as his home - flutter over him through blurry eyes, tears clinging to your lashes and rolling down cheeks. They expanded and covered you, a feathery cage that hid you from prying eyes and kept you from moving; not that you could, his pedipalps, shorter than his other pair but equally as strong, held your hips in a bruising grip, painting your skin black and blue. The tapered tip of his cock, a bulbous head that thinned at the tip but swelled at the base, thick and veiny to fit a creature of his proportions. A giant in every sense and you felt it, splitting you in half as he ploughed you, his heavy balls slapping wetly against your ass. 

“Hob ka Ongst,” he whispered unhurriedly, unworried and uncaring, a deep growl rumbling his chest. [Don’t be afraid.]

He folded you in half, your plush thighs slung over his forearms while he mumbled promises, telling you how he saved you from absolution and how his load would wash you of your sins, every drop meant a blessing. His tone was condescending, a low cadence that would have sounded terrifying if he wasn’t balls deep inside of you, degrading you with every orgasm he wrenched out of you, narrowed eyes admiring your little mewls and kicking legs when you came, toes curling and muscle flexing.

“Moch da kane Gedanken, i werd mi ab jetzt um di kümma, Herzblatt.” [Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you from now on.]

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[littlemochabunni]

You’re such a nice guy, a nice guy

synopsis: Toji is just being a nice guy. Helping a girl out in her time of need while you’re at home not knowing where he’s at and what he’s doing. Let him show you just how sorry he is.

pairing: Toxic!Toji x Bratty afab!Black reader

content: 18+ mdni. pwp, Toxic relationship, little angst, petty black fem reader, mean Toji, assumed cheating (Toji is an asshole but he's a loyal asshole), use of the n-word like twice, implied multiple o’s, brat taming, cunnilingus, spanking, cerv*x touching, overstim, dumbifaction, manhandling, hair pulling, full Nelson hold, backshots, c.pie (wrap it before you tap it bby) beta read. Pet names( baby, babe, sweetheart, Princess.)

Wc: 2.7k

a/n: This is my first smut ever and thanks to @peachy-dove for encouraging me and for beta reading! And shout to @rlvsmegumi for humbling my obsession for this creature of a man because insulting him was definitely a challenge before coming to her for help😭. Banner and boarders made by yours truly. Annnd on that note please enjoy 🥹💗

support & mdni

NSFW content under cut. Again minors gtfo.

It’s 2 am when your sleep is disturbed by multiple messages from your friends sending you photos of Toji and some girl around his arm leaving the club together. “What the actual fuck is this?!” You immediately sit up, feelings of anxiety and anger flooding your nervous system as you scroll through your contacts to call Toji debating if you were going to cuss him out or play dumb to figure out where the fuck he’s at. Honestly probably the latter with the amount of fury boiling in your veins.

The never-ending ringback tone plays in your ear as you’re, once again, sent to his voicemail. You opted for calling him a fourth time whilst you decide to spam his phone with text messages, but the usual blue turn green along with a reply message stating:

Msg 2110 - The customer you are trying to text is temporarily out of service.

“This fuckin—“ you let out an irritated groan, because of course this nigga’s phone service is off! And somehow he miraculously healed from the “pink eye” he supposedly had 7 hours prior when you last spoke to him too right? Since he’s out at some fucking club!

It’s going on 3 am when your rage turns into anguish as you call his phone for the nth time. You left voicemails ranging from calm, cool, collected, and concerned girlfriend to cussing him out saying, “Oh you no good community dick ass is out tryna fuck another bitch? You're fucking appalling Toji! Keep ya’ stank ass breath and dirty ass dick away from me. Go choke on a fucking Pepsi for all I care you fuckin’ dick!” You toss the covers off your body as you get up to turn the bedroom light on and began taking every article of clothing Toji has left in your apartment. Wanting to rid your life of anything of him completely, and as you're in the middle of your mental debate between throwing his shit in the dumpster or burning it, a loud banging at your door interrupts you. Reaching for the bat in your closet, you proceed towards your front door cautiously, as you stand on your tippy toes to peek through the peephole. It's covered by the person on the other side.

Attempting to use your deepest man-like voice you call out “Who is it?” “Baby open the door it’s me.” Rolling your eyes at the sound of Toji’s now sickening nickname for you, you let out an exasperated sigh. “One ‘m not your baby and two I dunno anybody named ‘me’. Get the fuck away from my door Toji.” “Y/N let me in so we can talk I just got your messages, you’re overreacting.” Gripping the bat in hand tighter as you open the door furiously.

“Oh, I’m overreacting Toji! Are you fucking serious? You get caught lying and cheating, but I’m over-fucking-reacting!?” you shout not caring about how early in the morning it is. This asshole came all the way here and the first thing he says is you’re overreacting? “Christ y/n, quit shoutin’ before you wake the whole damn neighborhood.” Toji proceed to walk inside your apartment as if it was another regular Tuesday. Grudgingly you step aside as he walks in “What happened? She kicked you out so you decided to come here?” You express as you slam the door turning toward him.

If this was a regular Tuesday, a lot less talking would have been done if he hadn’t fucked up so tremendously.

He scoffs as he continues to your living room, manspreading comfortably on the couch “I ain’t do nothin’ with her babe, I was just bein’ a good samaritan that’s it.” Your eyes hardened feeling infuriated by his words, you stomp towards him. “A good Samaritan Toji. Seriously? That's the best excuse you can come up with for lying about having pink eye, getting caught leaving the club with another girl, and having the audacity to come here like you did nothing wrong. Did you hit your head on the way outta her place or are you just that fucking stupid?” Toji rolls his neck as he sighs nonchalantly, “Look I ain’t do nothin’. I was out drinking with some friends and I got a bit wasted. After that, this girl bought me a drink, so I decided to talk to her. She was very nice and friendly but she had no place to sleep for the night. I thought giving her the key to my hotel room, I was just doing her a favor, you know? But I promise you nothing happened between us... I was just tryna be nice.”

You step in front of him, pushing the knob of your baseball bat into his broad chest, as you chuckle dryly. “You…being nice? Are you being serious right now?? You’re an idiot, you know that? You’re telling me that you were just trying to help out a complete stranger and outta the kindness of your heart. You just gave her your room? An-and for what? For her to have a place to stay for the night or so she’d end up repay you in another way? An-and what about you lyin’ to me huh? What happened to the ‘bad case of pink eye’?”

He kisses his teeth and pushes the bat away from his chest as he smirk at you leaning in closer. “Was just dry eye babe, my bad for gettin’ the two confused.” You push the bat back to his chest pushing him back against the couch, you grit through your teeth, “You're just a lying bastard. This whole time we've been together, every time you went out with your friends, I never even questioned it because I trusted you. Now, I catch you lying and you get caught red-handed by my girlfriends. And you know what's worse? You think I'm dumb enough to believe your stupid ass explanations. Well, I'm not! I deserve better than this. I deserve someone better than a lying ass, cheating piece of...”

Toji grabs the bat out of your hand standing over you feeling fed up with your bratty attitude as he speaks intermediately low, “I ain’t cheat on you, so cut that shit out or imma do it for you. Now you know better than to go around makin’ empty threats like that…” He smirks and caresses your hip teasingly, “Just lemme show you just how loyal I am baby.” Your eye slightly twitches as you look up at him and cross your arms over your chest. “Screw you Toji. You fuck up and you think sex is gonna make things alll better?”

“Yeah, I do.” Toji pulls you in by your waist as he leans down looking smirking smugly, “Are you saying no to me? Really?” Toji brings a hand to your neck caressing your chin with his thumb, “I know you don’t mean it, but if you’re a woman of your word…” He leans down and whispers in your ear. “Tell me no.” You squeeze your thighs together as you try to fight your crumbling resolve, and in a weak attempt of resisting you place your hand on his chest. He chuckles and speaks huskily, “Can you resist me? Can you do it?”

Inhaling sharply you turn your head away from his touch and grumble, “Fuck you Toji… You’re drunk.” Toji flashes a devilish grin as he pulls you in close by your neck, placing a small kiss on your jaw before sliding his hand to the nape of your neck. “An you’re cute when you’re mad. Actin’ out just to get some attention, it’s cute really.” He kisses your neck, letting his tongue glide along the side slowly before biting it. Stifling a moan you try pushing away from his large figure refusing to lose so easily.

The brat in you taking things to the deep end, you look up at him smirking smugly as you say, “If I wanted some attention I’d be out helping some random nigga find his way back to my place, and give him a place to sleep for the night. Y’know, just be a Good Samaritan like that.” Toji’s eyes darken and his grip around your waist tightens. “Still bein’ a brat huh? Well since I’m being so generous, let me help you find your way back to your place.” Your smile drops as the realization of how badly you just royally fucked up sets in and all you can utter is a small, “Oh shit.”

Toji swiftly picks you up tossing you over his shoulder like you’re a sack of potatoes carrying you to your bedroom. You gasp at the sudden movement you pound your fist against his muscular back, “Fuck Toji put me down, I was just joking shit!” He smacks your ass at your tantrum as your only warning, but as he approaches the disarray of your bedroom with his scattering belongings on the floor he chuckles dryly. “Well with all my shit on the floor, think you were pretty serious ‘bout that ‘lil joke.” Your very well-thought-out plan of begging for mercy goes straight out the window as he tosses you onto the bed, you let out a soft whimper once to lock eyes with his and he gives you a look only predators give their prey right before they devour them. “Nothin’ smart to say now, sweetheart?” With no turning back you decide to see how far you can push him, “Oh I have plenty to say, but I don’t think a poor creature like yourself would be able to comprehend...”

The sun kisses the horizon as Toji is slurping up your juices like it’s his last meal, his tongue flexing tight persistent circles on your swollen clit, your moans growing heavier whilst he brings you closer and closer to yet another orgasm he’s so generously given you. You grip his raven hair as you practically ride and push his face away reaching your third overwhelming orgasm of the day. “Fuuck! fucking waait T~” Toji groans deeply against your dripping cunt the vibrations send shivers up your back, and he flattens his tongue as he messily licks up your sticky release. Toji kisses up your thigh leaving soft love bites as he pulls away to stand up to remove his tight boxers that are restraining his hardened cock. “I think I’ve made you wait long enough for ya punishment, yeah?” You pant heavily as your back-to-back euphoric highs fog your brain. “T ‘m sorry… I- I learned my lesson.” As he pulls his boxers down freeing his twitching cock he shows you fake sympathy, “Aww my baby is sorry now? Tsk tsk tsk that could have probably worked earlier y’know instead of you being a fuckin’ brat.”

He grabs your ankles pulling you closer to the edge of the bed and manhandles you onto your tummy, gripping your ass whilst positioning you into a deep arch putting your glistening swollen cunt on display. Tapping his fat tip against your sensitive cunt, you jerk at the sensation moaning out soft pleas “Toji… Baby ‘m sorry okay? I didn’t me—..” He bottoms you out in one go without giving time to adjust to his massive size you moan out into the sheets as he thrusts hard and deep into your tight cunt. You moan out louder looking over your shoulder to see Toji playing and squeezing your plump ass, “Toji please pleaasee I-I I didn’t mean it!” he smirks down at you as he holds down your head to keep you from running from his thick cock hitting your sweet spot over and over. “Didn’t mean what huh? When you said I was fucking appalling? Oh fuuck— or when you said you were gonna let someone else fuck what’s mine huh? Or when you said that my dick was for everybody hmm? Which is it y/n.”

You can barely comprehend what he’s saying let alone hear his deep voice over your loud moans and the increasingly loud paps filling the room, and your fourth orgasm approaching fast. “Yes! Yes! Ah, fuuuck– ah T r-right there right there pleease!” Toji’s cock kissing your sweet spot with each of his brutal thrusts comes to a halt, and he pulls out chuckling at your cries. “Brats don’t get to make demands. Don’t mistake my generosity for forgiveness.” He teases you by rubbing his tip against your throbbing cunt, and watches you wiggle your ass trying to entice him, panting and begging as tears fall from your eyes.

“Please please pleease Toji! Please please fuck me.” Watching you cry for his cock causes something to snap inside of him… He grabs your arms locking them behind your back with one hand as he aligns his hardened cock with your swollen needy cunt, screaming as he slams his thick cock deep inside your walls. Toji covers your mouth thrusting deeper than before with an animalistic-like pace, he's practically fucking you onto his cock. “Thought I already told ya’ to quit that shoutin’ shit y/n. You wanted this shit, right? So fuckin’ take it.” You begin to drool and mumble incoherently against his hand, Toji tsk as he takes his hand away wiping your drool in your hair, pulling you up by your protective style against his chest whilst he continues to bully his slick-covered cock against your creamy walls. “Hmm? What was that? Got something to say, sweetheart?” Panting heavily you speak sultrily, “T-too m-much! Mmmm, please T! I-it’s too much! S-slow d-doown~” Toji groans as your cunt tightens and flutters around him and he lets go of your arms to reach down to your puffy clit, rubbing tight circles as he brings you undeniable pleasure.

“Why should I hmm? Did you slow down to fuckin’ think about what you said?” “T!! Waaaait ‘m sorry!” You shut your eyes tightly tears running down your face as your peek builds back up again faster and faster, you reach your hand back against his lower abdomen in a weak attempt to slow down his pace, crying as you moan out strenuously “Tojiii! I-I— oh fuuck please waait wait wa—” before you can plea anymore all it takes is a few more thrusts and you’re trembling uncontrollably as your release is gushing all over his lower abdomen and down the side of your covers onto the floor. Toji groans deeply and his begins to falter as he watches you squirt all over his cock. “Shiiiit Princess you like that? Fuckin’ take this shit.” He locks his arms under yours, putting you in a full nelson hold pounding into you poor cunt unforgivably as he chases his release. All thoughts and sounds leave you speechless as your tongue kills out and you drool down your chin whilst he fucks you through another unexpected high to reach his and the lewd expression on your face only drives him insane, “Fuucking good girl— oh fuck Princess.” His brows furrow while a small ‘o’ forms on his lip as watching you fucked out on his cock sends him over the edge. He groans out as he stuffs your cunt full of his thick cum, “Oh shiit y/n, fucking take that shit.” You babble and whine out in response unable to form coherent sentences “So full T— stuffed soo stuffed.”

Once he catches his breath he slowly lays you back down on the bed and pulls out causing you to hiss and whine at the lost contact. “Tojiii, put it baack.” He chuckles as he kisses your head and smacks your ass once he pulls away, “Shh, you’re tapped out. You can get some more later if you behave.” he walks to the bathroom to grab a wet rag and a towel for the bed, he comes back to clean you up, moving you over to the other side of the bed then places the towel under the large wet spot. He climbs into the bed laying you on his broad chest. After a short comfortable silence you pout softly and mumbles, “ ‘m sorry Toji.” You hear a deep rumble in your ear and Toji gently lifts your chin as he smiles smugly. “Aw sweetheart I don't want an apology,” He gently caresses your cheek as you smile sweetly at him.

“But what I do want is for you to go clean that fuckin’ mess you made with my shit.”

Well damn.

A/n: well I’m gonna turn my notifications off now byeeeeee

[pastel-peach-writes]

Would I be able to request an Ellie Williams imagine where she has a younger sibling, and they get hurt protecting her and Ellie is worried about them as they are self destructive, please?

You got it, dude!

"Dude, Chill Out." | Ellie + Sibling!Reader

╰┈➤ PLOT: Ellie this, Ellie that. Believe it or not, being Ellie's younger sibling is complete ass. Everyone raves about how strong she is and how she's able to keep her own. Well, what about you? You're barely two years younger and you can keep your own just as well as she can. Besides, she needed your help this time.

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Cursing, Self-Destructive Reader, Sibling!Reader, Angry Ellie, Mentions Of Joel, Long Fic, No Use Of Y/N, Custom Nicknames, Not Proofread, Mentions of Weed/Smoke/Alcohol

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

Breathe. Breathe.

Okay, now be still... look around. Clear. Run.

Through the trees, you zigzag. You're careful not to step on loose twigs and branches. Your throat is scratchy and your breath is as uneven as it's ever been.

From behind you, you can hear the squeals and hisses of whatever demonic creature you've stumped upon this time. You promised her you wouldn't get into trouble. You swore it was a quick trip. At least, it was supposed to be.

Your heart's in your stomach and your legs ache as if you've been running for days. You don't know how much longer you could go.

You glance back to see how far the creature is from you. You can't see anything with the deep gray fog that settled over the forest as nighttime came around. Even the tall tree trunks were unidentifiable.

A wail exclaims from what you thought was fog. The creature's face is bloodied and covered with rotten flesh and fungi. It roars, bringing its chest to the sky before going down on all fours and racing towards you.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit!" You're in for it now. You inhale sharply as you find any last of your strength in you to book it. Your thighs are screaming at you and your shoulders burn in every location possible.

You should've stayed home.

In the midst of your running, you fail to see a fallen tree trunk in your path. Instead of hopping over it, your shoelaces catch onto the bark of the tree.

You collapse over the trunk, and the wind violently punches out of you. You made first contact on the ground with your ribs, then your chest, and lastly your arms and face. Your legs scuff up against the wood.

Now you're not just feeling the burning of your muscles being overworked, but you're also feeling the burning sensation of many tiny cuts on your legs and arms. Possibly a few cracked ribs if you're lucky.

The creature roars again. You can smell its rotten stank as it comes closer.

Five feet.

Four feet.

Three...

Two...

Bang! Blood erupts from the middle of the creature's face. The bullet sends the creature flying and it lands on its back. More shots are fired into its chest to ensure its death.

You're not disgusted by the guts that exploded onto your face or your blood-soaked garments. Instead, you're afraid of what stands behind the gun.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!"

Trailing up from her muddy, broken-down shoes to her jeans with dirty knees all the way up past her dark gray shirt and sage green button-down, you grin at Ellie. "Hey."

-

"Oh, come on! I'm fine!" you exclaim as Ellie drags you by your collar and into her home. She tosses you to her couch. You sit down with a plop. You scoff and fix your shirt.

"You're full of bullshit. You're scratched up and if I wasn't there to save your ass, you would've been dead," she says. With a grunt, your sister goes over to her desk. She scrambles through books and papers before taking out a tin box. "You're lucky you don't have any real injuries."

Does a bruised ego count as a real injury?

"Yeah, yeah," you mumble. "No one can beat Little Miss Perfect."

With her head cocked, Ellie whips around toward you. "What did you just say?"

She's using that tone a mother would use. The same tone a bully would use to make their prey cower when they try to stand up to themselves. She sounds like Joel. When did she become him?

"Nothing." Your eyes falter between the coffee table in front of you and her eyes. No, scratch that. Her green eyes are piercing into your soul. You stare at the coffee table.

Ellie scoffs. Despite the thick tension in the room, Ellie comes to your side. She crouches on the floor and guides your arm towards her.

You wince, turning away and locking your jaw.

"I thought you said you were fine," Ellie's smirk is apparent in her words. She lengths your arm towards herself. She takes a wet cotton and cleans the minuscule cuts the infirmary didn't notice.

You nearly screech at the burning and tingling sensation. "I am. You're just gripping my arm like I'm some piece of chicken and you're the predator."

"That doesn't even make any sense." Ellie's eyes stay locked onto your arm. After she cleans up the cuts, she applies cream and gives extra delicate attention to your bruises. In the end, she wraps your arm up with a bandage wrap to prevent the cuts from getting infected and gross. "There."

You glance at the bandage. The wrap around your forearm is tight, as it should be, and moving your arm from straight to bend is damn near impossible. The classic Ellie bandage stamp of approval. "Thanks."

Ellie stands with a groan. "No biggie. Just stop getting yourself into shit. I'm tired of saving your ass." She puts her first aid supplies back in the tin box before storing the box in its original place.

"Yeah, right," you stand to follow her. "You love saving me. It paints you as the hero of the town and gets you in good cahoots with whomever you pissed off now."

Ellie turns to glare at you but decides against it. Arguing with you over this subject wasn't worth it. She sighs instead. "Whatever, man. You coming to the party tonight?"

"I wouldn't call it a party. Parties are supposed to be fun."

Ellie snickers. She rests the small of her back on the edge of her desk She crosses her arms as she shakes her head amused. "You're not wrong there, but still, you should come. If I have to go--"

"--then I have to. I know how this works." You let a sigh escape from your lips. "Fine, but I'm not going to show up on time."

"Wouldn't expect you to."

-

When you tell Ellie you're going to be late for something, you mean it. You hate arriving early to parties earlier. If they were parties held in someone's house, you're forced to mingle with the host which could be an awkward situation if you're not close with them.

Additionally, you may be forced to help set up.

Coming in late means you can slip into the party unnoticed and the decorations are bound to be done. Also, everyone's past the introductions and getting rid of the awkward air.

When you're late to a party, all that's in the air is vibes and maybe weed, smoke, and alcohol. Regardless, there's no awkwardness, just vibes. And vibes are all you're here for.

You slip into the fairy light-lit barn dressed in a fresh pair of jeans and your favorite shirt. Oh, and maybe a coat you took from Ellie who took it from Joel.

There's no scent of smoke or weed that greets you and there's only a faint smell of alcohol.

The oldies must not be here.

In the middle of the barn were people dancing and enjoying each other's company. By the back walls were people sipping on drinks and chatting amongst themselves.

You scan the party for your people, Kate, Ren, and Wired, but they're not here. You further scan for Ellie and her crew, but they're not here either.

One con on arriving late to a party: sometimes you're too late and miss seeing your favorite people.

Your shoes scuff on the floor when you turn to leave. Before you're greeted with the cold, fresh air, a girl with a short black bob grabs onto your shoulder.

You groan in pain. You turn to face her only to find that she's absolutely hammered.

"Oh, sorry!" the girl slurs. With a finger pointed towards you, she gasps. "No way! You're Ellie's sibling, right? Oh, she was just here saying how she saved you from the forest earlier this evening. She's so cool!" a giggle interrupts her ramble, "she's always saving us here and protecting us. It must be awesome to have her as your sister!"

You feign a smile. "Yeah, it's great."

The girl giggles again. "It must suck to live up to her. Like, I would feel like, inferior towards her and how she acts for others. She's so selfless. It's admirable really. She's so awesome-- Hey, I went on patrol with her once--"

You tuned out the rest of her ramble, vent, mumbling -- whatever the hell she was doing, you tuned her out. You didn't need to hear how great your sister is. You already know. You hear it every day, all day, 24/7.

What you rarely heard was how awesome you are and how great you are at things. You're lost in her 5'5 shadow and it sucks. Ellie this, Ellie that. All things Ellie can fuck off. You were going to prove how great you could be. Then maybe all this Ellie talk could stop.

You leave the party, letting the girl continue to talk about Ellie. You're sure she has some sort of crush on your sister, but that was none of your business.

-

"Hey," Dina says as she walks up to Ellie with two drinks in her hand. "Did I just see your sibling come in and then leave?"

Ellie takes a glass from her hand. Her eyes never left the barn's entrance since you walked in and then walked out. "Yeah, I just saw them too."

Dina purses her lips to the side as she leans on the wall they're standing next to. "Think they're okay?"

Ellie nods. She takes a sip of her drink, letting it linger on her lips then tastebuds before finally swallowing the liquid. "Yeah, I didn't see any signs of distress or upset on their squishy face."

Dina laughs. "You talk about them like this to their face?"

Ellie takes another sip, letting the liquid go straight down this time. "'Course not. Who do you take me as? They'll be alright."

-

The next morning, you were on the rotation for patrol. Typically, whoever's in charge of the schedule and shifts would never put you and Ellie on the same rotation. Putting siblings on the same team could be a scramble sometimes.

Sometimes you get the dream team, other times you don't.

But when you left the party last night, you changed the schedule to make sure you were on the same shift Ellie was on. You also made sure you two got paired up.

Jesse would be fine. He can deal with not being with Ellie and Dina for the morning.

So far, patrol was fine. Calm horses, easy breeze, and quick conversation.

Ellie and Dina talked more than you, but you were fine with it. You weren't trying to prove how great of a talker you were, you were trying to prove how great of a protector you are.

And saving Ellie in front of Dina guaranteed town buzz. No offense to Dina, but she can't keep a town secret to save her life. It's okay though, everyone has their faults.

"Clumsy, if I have to tell your ass to keep your horse straight one more time, I'm going to lose it," Ellie barks.

And your fault was horse-riding.

It didn't matter how long you've been horse-riding or how many times Joel and Ellie tried to teach you, you could never get the concept.

"Sorry! I'm trying. She's being rowdy today," you pout as you move your horse's reign.

"Don't blame the horse, blame the rider," Ellie snickers. You give her a scowl in response, but she only laughs it off.

An hour or so into patrol and there was no chaos. Unfortunate for you because you need the chaos in order to prove yourself. You've tried to make chaos like, snapping a twig or maybe distracting the horses so they'll run away, but to no avail.

You three dock your horses momentarily to search through a building on foot.

The building is tall and abandoned, like most of the buildings nowadays. Greenery grows from the sides and the windows are simply frames. There are no window panes in sight.

Cautiously, Ellie walks inside the building first. She has her hand on her upholster and another one guides the flashlight. Though the sun was shining, it was natural for a place like this to have dark corners or areas to be discovered.

Dina waits patiently while you cross your arms with a scoff. "Why do you have to be the first one to go in?" you ask your sister.

She sticks out a finger to shush you. You roll your eyes but obey nonetheless. Ellie scans the building, still close to the entrance in case something is hiding in the shadows. When she determines the area to be safe, she invites you two inside. "Because," Ellie answers. "I'm..."

Ellie's eyes shift toward Dina. The girl is scanning the building as told, not paying mind to your sibling conversation. Ellie lets out a breath and continues but with a lower tone. "I'm immune. If something comes running out at me, I'll be fine. You two on the other hand?" she shakes her head, "I would be dumb to let anything happen to you two."

"Blah, blah," you wave her off. You walk further away from Ellie and discover the rest of the building on your own.

The building had five stories. The first two were pretty well lit with the morning light, the others not so much. Not to mention the wet and stinky stairways.

You stomp your way up the stairs with a scowl on your face. You keep a strong hold on your flashlight.

"Will you quiet down?" Ellie whisper-exclaims from the bottom of the steps. You ignore her. You didn't even know she was following you. "If something's here, you're going to attract it."

"I don't give a fuck. You're here anyways. You can save the day as usual." Your voice is bitter yet quiet. You speak to Ellie through your teeth. "Shouldn't you be with Dina anyway?"

"She can handle her own." Ellie quickly goes up the stairs to be closer to you. "We agreed she should keep watch while us two search through the other levels."

You scoff. "So, you trust her but you don't trust me."

"Did I say that?"

You shrug. "You might as well," you make an effort to have your stomps be heard. You open the door to the other level, but Ellie rushes in front of you to scan the level first.

When safety has been assured, Ellie walks in. "Well, I didn't. So, don't get your head wrapped up over shit that isn't even true." She uses her flashlight as her eyes as she steps further into the room.

You shut the door behind yourself. You don't dare to speak to Ellie anymore as you clear the level. Onto the next you go.

You and Ellie go up the stairs in silence. Per usual, Ellie checks the level first and then allows you to come inside.

"You know, I'm getting real sick and tired of your bullshit superhero act," you drop the bomb on her as you scan through cardboard boxes.

Ellie groans to herself, "Here we go."

"You always have to save people then flaunt it. Could you ever save someone and then swear secrecy? Do you have to blab your mouth like you're Dina every time you save someone?"

Ellie's jaw tenses. "Watch yourself."

"And here you go with that bullshit!" you toss the box aside. Something in the far corner creaks, but you both pay no mind. "You're not my fucking mom, Ellie! Hell, you're not Joel or any other parental figure in my life--"

"Good! I don't want to be any of those anyway. If I birthed you, I would have no clue what to do with myself," Ellie scoffs. "You're so fucking insane sometimes, you know that?"

You shrug, crossing your eyes over your chest. Her words stab you right in the heart and send tears to your eyes, but you don't let them show.

"You're always getting yourself into trouble. You say, 'Oh, I'm fine!' but then you come to me with a dislocated knee. You'll say 'Oh, I'm just going out for a bit,' but then come home bruised up with leaves in your hair, dirt and blood on your clothes, and if I'm truly lucky, your little friends would tell me you nearly came in close contact with a fucking infected," Ellie's voice grows the more she talks.

The creaking in the corner is more apparent. In fact, it's beginning to sound like more clicking.

"Ellie," you warn, your voice quiet.

"No, you wanna do this here? Let's do this then. There's never a day where I don't worry about you. Did you eat? Drink water? Are you in your bed safely tucked in at night or am I going to wake up in the morning and receive the worst news of my life?" Ellie's voice cracks.

You can barely see her eyes stare into yours. By the sound of her voice, you can tell she's getting choked up. Maybe even crying?

"You always get yourself into shit, Clumsy, and I--"

"Ellie, look out!" you exclaim as a hand shoots through the frail wall beside her. Ellie moves, but not a sound escapes her body. She turns to the hand, then back to you where she finds you're no longer where you were two seconds ago.

Instead, you're charging headfirst into danger. You break down the wall with the crowbar that was stashed in your backpack. The clicker runs straight toward you once it's free from the wall. You bash the bar on its head before taking a blade and jamming it in the clicker's throat.

"Holy shit, are you okay?" Ellie asks. You wave her off. Instead, you walk inside the hidden room the clicker was in. You don't make an effort to scan the room like Ellie does. If something wants to come at you, so be it.

There were only two more clickers hiding in the room. You killed them both, not letting Ellie get a chance to save your ass.

Finishing up the room scan, you head over to a case of books. They're weathered and crusty, and the words on the pages bleed through. Ellie tries to spark a conversation again, but you ignore her once more.

You continue walking around the room with the floor creaking under you. Your flashlight shines a path for you to get out of the room, but you fail to see the giant hole in the ground. You step right through and fall three stories down.

Ellie calls out for you, but the moment she runs towards the hole, it's too late.

You land in a mist of cardboard boxes filled with packing supplies, but they don't do much in terms of protection.

"What the--" Dina mumbles. She turns behind herself to find you dropped in the pile of boxes with a broken arm and leg. You can't even look at her. The tears blur your vision and your head is scrambled from earlier actions and conversations.

Ellie shines her flashlight down the hole and sighs, "Only you, Clumsy."

-

You lie in your bed with your arm hoisted up and your leg resting on a stack of pillows. On your nightstand is a mug of cold soup, pain meds, and books to keep your mind busy, but it was all useless.

The day you were going to prove yourself to Jackson, you came home sharing a horse with Ellie and with broken bones.

"Oh, Ellie! Thank God you were there." "Imagine what would've happened if she wasn't there." "You're lucky you have such an amazing sister."

"Oh, fuck off," you groan. You turn your face into your pillows and groan once more.

"Oh, sorry," Ellie's voice goes through the muffling of pillows. "I can leave if you want."

You peel your face from the pillows. "No, sorry. That wasn't catered towards you."

Ellie nods. She plays with her hands as she steps further into the room. Inches away from the edge of your bed, Ellie's eyes flicker to everything else but you.

Your eyes, however, remain on her.

Your last conversation wasn't the best, that's something you both knew. But, you never knew how much she cared for you and went out of her way to protect you. You didn't need protection. At least, not from outside elements. Maybe from yourself.

You're too ambitious for your own good. You're too stubborn for your own good too. You believe you can do everything on your own when you can't. In fact, you're pretty sure you've done nothing on your own since the apocalypse broke out.

You try to be hyper-independent but instead, all you are is self-destructive.

"I'm, uh, sorry for what I said on patrol," Ellie's voice takes you out of your spiraling thoughts. "I didn't mean most of it. Like, the part of, uh," she scratches the back of her neck. "'Being lucky I didn't birth you'? One, that was weird... uh, two, I'm very lucky to have you the way I do. I'm sorry if I made you feel otherwise."

If you could shrug right now, you would, but everything hurts too much. "It's okay. I know I'm a handful."

"Maybe," Ellie walks to the side of your bed. "But isn't that your job? You're the younger sibling. You're supposed to get into trouble and I'm supposed to be the one to get you out of it."

"But I don't want you to. I want to get myself out of it."

"Oh, yeah? And how do you manage to do that? By dying?" Ellie's voice raises.

You deplete. You take your eyes off of her the moment her's lands on you. "You can go now."

"No, shit, Clumsy--"

"Stop calling me that. It's not cute, it's not endearing, it's fucking embarrassing."

"Okay, well," Ellie scans your room. It's been a minute since she's been in here. There are old porcelain sculptures of blueberries and pears scattered around your room. Most are chipped, but they're polished nicely.

On your bookcase, there are pictures of you with your friends and of you two with Joel. None of the two of you by yourselves. There are books in the case too, but they look to be untouched by you.

Ellie scans your room once more. There are speckles of blue around and even more porcelain sculptures of chipped blueberries. "How about Blueberry? Is that fitting?"

"It's fine." Your eyes remain on your window.

"Okay, well, Blueberry, I'm sorry. I really am. I've talked some things over with Dina, I guess I am a blabbermouth, but she helped me realize that, maybe you're feeling left out somehow or less than," Ellie finds her place by your bedside. "Is that true?"

"Could be."

"Right, well, Dina's a younger sister, you know that? She said that sometimes it can be hard to be your own person when your older sibling is amazing and all that shit, but I'm not amazing. I'm just me."

"Your point?"

"My point is, I wasn't trying to make you feel bad by saving you all the time. I was trying to do my part as your sister to protect you and I guess that blew up in my face," she sighs.

You finally face her. "I just wanted to prove I can be something besides Ellie's younger sibling who always gets themselves into trouble. I don't want to be known as the reckless one. I want to be strong and brave."

"But you are those things, Blueberry." Ellie's eyes motion towards the empty space beside you. You nod and allow her to sit. "I can't count all the times you went out after dark just because you heard something and wanted to ensure safety. Or however many times you stood up for the little guy. That's brave and strong."

"Not in the same sense of your strongness and bravery."

Ellie frowns. She puts a careful hand on your good thigh. "That's because you're not me. And if you spend the rest of your life trying to be someone else, you'll never be happy. No matter how hard you try, you'll never be me. You'll always be you and that's beautiful. Your friends like you for who you are. I like you for who you are. Why don't you?"

You fall silent. Your eyes well up with tears and your throat gets scratchy. With your eyes stinging, you try to move yourself close to Ellie.

You don't need to use your words to get what you want from Ellie. She already knows. She lies down, cradling your head in her arms as she does so. As you sob into her, she doesn't shush you. Instead, she draws circles on your good arm and kisses the top of your head. "I love you, Blue, and I want you to start loving yourself too. Start being you for you. Who cares about what others think?" she whispers.

You still don't have much to say. You let Ellie comfort you until the tears spill out until there are no more tears left to cry. You've spent all your time trying to prove you can be like Ellie, you kind of forgotten how to be yourself.

From this moment on, you make a promise to yourself:

Be you for who you are. The world does not need two Ellies.

WC: 4,263

A/N: I wouldn't mind two Ellies but, okay. LMAO

[lanitaminaj]

me and my husband 🐇

I wrote this in like 10 minutes I don't give a damn!!! just a short Drabble about cabin eremika PERIODDDDDD

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the smell of freshly baked bread just pulled out the oven filled mikasa's nostrils. steam wafted the kitchen's air as the woman poured herself a cup of chamomile tea. she felt her legs guild her to the cabin's front door, her unoccupied hand grabbing the silver-hinge that led her to the outside world.

she sat on the porch's wooden seat, her peach-tone lips taking occasional sips from the sapphire-blue and pearl-white marbled teacup. she could feel the sensation of something fuzzy rubbing against her leg. her gunmetal-grey eyes lens widened in adoration as they recognized the furry creature that lovingly caressed her.

"blume," mikasa gushed, her fingers reaching down to pet the eggshell-white rabbit's fur. "my beloved. where's your sister?"

mikasa's ears suddenly picked up the audible sensations of chewing, her head following the sound until her eyes landed on an acorn-brown haired bunny consuming the freshly watered grass just five feet away.

"blase," mikasa cooed. "my babies."

then suddenly, "am i one of your babies, too?"

mikasa whipped her head to her left, that raven-black BOBBBBB piercing the air with the woman's movement.

"eren," mikasa greeted, a rosy-blush forming on her ivory cheeks as eren crouched down to plant a kiss on her forehead.

"how's my baby?" eren questioned mikasa, before his large, veined hand OOOO PAPI EAT IT reached down to rub mikasa's protruding belly. "how's both of my babies?"

"i'm good, baby," mikasa responded, her hand reaching up to run her fingers through eren's cocoa-brown loss. "your baby however keeps kicking his mommy."

"his?" eren questioned, a smile growing on the corners of his lips. "you think we're having an eren junior, baby?"

"it might be a girl," mikasa answered, her hands tracing the round of her growing bump. "we could have a little mikasa junior, instead."

"as long as our baby has your eyes," eren retorted, his hands reaching down to grab his fishing net filled with trout freshly caught that morning by him.

"i made pumpernickel," the woman absentmindedly said, her hands reaching for the teacup she'd previously neglected. "it's sitting on the kitchen counter."

"my love," eren said, his body rushing into the cabin with that stank ass fish bag in tow. "i''m gonna dick you down so good later."

"don't stink up the house! bring the net back outside!" mikasa called after him.

regardless, mikasa had never felt more at peace. she had her little cabin with the love of her life, her little bunnies, and her mini eren on the way. through all the chaos she faced, mikasa finally found the tranquility she desperately needed. a life with just her and her husband.

[liffy-feelin-jiffy]

S5 Headcanons Part 2!

Also SkullAmiGorai mention hehehoohoo

Mask

Real name is Jacklyn, but they typically go by Jack

Got the ‘tism

Half sharkling. Bro doesn’t have a tail, but he’s got some fins peaking out behind his back and some razor sharp teeth. Munch munch munch. Their eyes are also a little weird looking too

Shady is his cousin btw. They keep in touch sometimes but they’re not that close

Omnigender, uses he/they/bro pronouns. They started using “bro” as a neopronoun for shits and giggles at one point until it kinda just became an actual neopronoun for him because they like it

Also Omnisexual and panromantic. Why is everyone so attractive???

Tall. Scrawny as hell. Eat a sandwich, bloke

Makes the most lewd jokes out of the group. Bro even grosses Aloha out sometimes-

Mask: “I need her to bend me over the stove and spank me with a spatula-“

Aloha: “WHAT HAPPENED TO HELLO????”

Very congested voice. That’s hay fever. He gets it from his father, who got it from his father, and so on

“Nice argument, unfortunately I am at your front door with a blunt object” — debating online about which character should be invited into smash bros

I know his bitch ass kins that motherfucker Sal from Sally Face

Favorite video game would have to be portal 2. He’d like the plot, the story, and bro would love Glad0s to pieces 10/10 villain, she’s a mood. They also like RPGs, plenty of which he’s download off of an itch.io knockoff

This fool STANKS. Like, bro smells like cheap cologne and 50 day old stale pizza. Take a bath

The rest of the S5 and Mask’s family have definitely tried to give him a bath before. They failed 😞 /j

Just kidding, Mask showers once for two whole weeks. Sometimes they’ll go for three weeks

Has multiple socials. Bro doesn’t post much other than some random funny videos they catch of the boys doing stupid shit and cackling at them when they get hurt in the most ridiculous ways

Is actually depressed. Bro was acting like an edgy teen back when they were 14, but as they got older they do actually start developing depression. Bro isn’t suicidal or anything, or at least they don’t actively seek to harm themselves, but bro has this kind of… Depressive symptom where they would just have a lack of care for if they like got killed all of a sudden, even almost hoping it would happen. Instead of being all mopey and sad and crying themselves to sleep at night, Mask is really just in a numb state. They just don’t care about anything. They still pull through because of all their family and friends, and bro knows that leaving those people in his life wouldn’t do any good.

Bro gained his depression from his mom suddenly passing away when he was 18. She died in a horrible car crash. They were even the first to find out because he accidentally stumbled across the scene. It wasn’t too far from where they lived. Thankfully, Mask is seeing a therapist, but he’s having trouble opening up still.

Acts like a cat. Loves to cuddle, really lazy with their movements and mannerisms, and love bites. Nibbles on your hand like a creature

Plays the chello. At first he started playing because he thought that the low pitch of the chords were edgy, lmao, but then the sound of it felt soothing and it ended up growing on him. Bro plays it whenever he’s stressed out over something or if he just needs a moment to clear his mind. It helps them think better, too. He’ll play for you, but he’s usually flustered about it.

Crusty gamer, but they have a beautiful face. Aloha dramatically passed out when he saw Mask’s true face

Mask doesn’t really like to take his mask off in general. At first it was so bro could look scary and intimidating when bro was younger, but now it’s because they value their privacy. Plus, they find comfort in their anonymity

Aloha’s octoling roommate, Lilith, creeped the shit of him when they first met, even though they were kinda similar in how they acted. Bro was just really off put by her gigantic size and build, and the fact that she was missing an eye and had previously been part of the Octarian army—as an army captain no less. They actually ended up becoming friends after they just trauma dumped to each other one night during one of Aloha’s parties. There were tears and ugly sobs involved. Now? Don’t tell anyone, but Mask thinks she’s fine as hell (they like their women buff)

Hangs out with Bobble, even though her smile used to erk him to the end of the world. He also likes hanging out with Goggles, too. The both of them treat Mask nicely and bought him a game that he really wanted for their birthday, so now Mask feels like he’s indebted to them (that’s what he says, but bro just likes hanging out with them)

Real chill about it when Army came out as an octoling—he also then came out as a sharkling at the time, too. He was also the first to find out about Army having a crush on Goggles and he tried to hook ‘em up just for shits and giggles, and sort of to see what would happen. Bro did feel happy when they got together, but then they got flabbergasted when the two of them also got with Rider and Skull— “Wait, did I miss a few chapters? What the hell”

Skull

His real name is Sloan

Autism hiding up in here somewhere. Adhd, too

Also gay. Unlike Rider, he’s more open about it—or chill at least

He’s a kraken squid, one of the strongest creatures in the inkling and octoling genuses. Being a kraken squid not only gives him more animalistic traits in the way he acts, like being territorial and prone to snapping his teeth and growling, but he also has bones. Krakens are one of the only ones, besides leviathans, to have bones in the cephalopod class

That being said, he’s broken an arm at one point. He mentions it every so often like it was a fever dream and people look at him alarmingly because the way he broke his arm sounds absolutely agonizing

Besides the E-liter, he also likes using the krak on splat roller

Likes to wear goth punk style, either that or punk rock

Gives the most bombastic side eye

He says he tone deaf when he sings, but he can actually sing pretty good. It’s really soothing. He’s just really shy about his singing and uses it as an excuse not to sing. You gotta bully him into doing it (don’t do that tho, not nice) He can also rap pretty good, too. And he’s really good with the bass guitar and regular guitar

Has really beautiful tanned skin, because he stands out in the sun all day holding his e-liter in matches and he’s Scalican and knows Coralish (Splatoon pun of Mexican and Spanish) he’s got a bunch of tan lines, too

He’s been wearing his skull bandana for the longest to hide his sharp ass teeth to try to avoid people from getting spooked of him. Well, the skull on his bandana didn’t really help all that much, but he actually kinda liked the style because he felt intimidating for another reason other his real teeth.

He’s naturally strong as hell and tall as a skyscraper because he’s a kraken squid, and he’s been like that since he turned 14. It’s because of that lots of people are always intimidated by him, even when he tries to prove he’s docile (Kind of a discrimination thing he’s gotta deal with everyday 😞). But deep down he’s a gentle giant. Really trustworthy man, too. He also has sharp claws; they’re very pretty

Got into a few fist fights, some double sided and… one sided, between him and some drink tampering shmucks Aloha would catch at his parties or at his parents’ bar. He’s never started a fight, but he has sure as hell finished them all

He’s kinda insecure about handling kids and hatchlings. He loves them to death, but because of his giant, intimidating feature, he knows he’d be prone to accidentally freaking younglings out. It also has to do with the fact that his hatchling cousin started crying really hard the millisecond Skull tried to hold them in his arms one time back when he was like 12; He still hasn’t gotten over it. It’s kinda ironic though, because despite his intimidating form, lots of younglings and hatchlings actually really like him right off the bat. It’s probably because he’s actually really good with kids in general. He’d play with them, keep them out of trouble, and just knows what they’d need on a whim. He’s your go-to babysitter kind of guy

His favorite pastries are cannolis, his favorite cakes are cheesecakes, and his favorite candy would be all three flavors of chocolate. He had a crisis when he had to choose one team during the chocolate splatfest

Really territorial about his food. He growls if you get near him while he’s eating food, especially sweets. Not only that, but he’s even worse when he’s with a significant other. He’ll straight up snarl at you if he feels like you’re bothering them. He’d even snap his teeth like a dog at you. Leave him alone to cuddle with his boyfriens >:(

He does also growl and snarl when he senses danger, if he’s pissed off, or if he just wants to be left alone in general. He’s got a low, deep growl that can pierce your soul. It’s some freaky shit. It makes for a good warning to not cross him, cuz he will fuck you up bad.

He also purrs a lot, and LOUDLY. He loves to purr, it’s his own way of showing affection. He also likes to nibble, whether it be on your hands, neck, ear, anywhere. He’ll also play bite and it‘s so ticklish. He’s like a doggy 💜💜💜

He had a crush on Mask once, back when they played in Inkopolis Plaza, but it was mostly because bro was so affectionate with him. Mask was actually his gay awakening before he decided that he liked imagining Mask as more of a friend. Mask also made for a great wingman, anyways.

Skull fell for Goggles the same reason he fell for Mask, because he was so nice and affectionate with him—even though he flashed him to the public in the square (you had to be there). He was also intrigued by him because he admired how Goggles faced him so determinedly, even after Goggles lost against him. He was the first person who wasn’t afraid of Skull, and that really did confuse him for an extended amount of time

There’s also Rider; He got the feels for Rider after he faced up against Emperor. He too admired Rider for his determination, and that was when he began to realize he had a type—and that he was poly. You could also say their pep talk they had before Rider faced Emperor’s team had played a part in it. They also got closer during the ranked battle championship arc.

As for Army, well, he and Army bonded when he found out Army was an octoling. Skull kinda related to him, as he was also seen as different from other inklings in society because of his large and intimidating structure—though Army didn’t really have to face that, but he was shamed for who he was by his grandad so that was something he and Skull had somewhat in common. He was also there to comfort Army when he was going through it with his grandad getting arrested and everything. He even offered him a place to stay if he needed, even when Army assured that Goggles’ parents were happy to have him around. He’s also really grateful for the fact that Army always makes sure to be his reminder for a bunch of things and also keeps him from getting lost, and his curry is YUM YUM YUM (proof that good food makes a even the bad bitches fold)

He and Aloha’s friend, Lilith started out a bit rocky, but then they grew to have a mutual trust in each other. They also ended up becoming friends after Lilith heard him singing and started singing along (they’re both shy about singing)

Weekly ink rifle meet up with Headphones and Half Rim. Eventually they started inviting N-Pacer! It’s just when they spend the day doing friend stuff, cuz theyre friends now :)

Rider

Real name is Roe

Is BRI’ISH. Heavy British accent boi; “oi my names Rida’ ”

Dude is so tone deaf. But he can keep a beat pretty well. He’s tried to play the drums at one point, but he hasn’t played in a while. He has to have his drum set hiding in his house somewhere

Socially detached. He was taken advantage by other kids a lot when he was younger, and those memories never left him. He’s also had a few issues growing up, too, especially without his dad.

His father left him and his mom before he and his sister were even born. He doesn’t even have a good idea as to what he looks like since his mom took down every photo in the house that he was in since he left them. His mom refuses to ever mention him, and if Rider ever does she’s quick to change the subject. All he knows is that he inherited his father’s voice, and both he and Platinum inherited his nose and lips. Rider never knew why he left. But truth be told, he doesn’t care no more, he’s got so many more people to worry about nowadays

He has a twin sister btw. Her real name’s Rinet (it’s Renet but it’s just spelled differently), but her nickname is Platinum. She wears the white inky rider and she mains the golden aerospray. She’s kinda an asshole but she’s a pretty fun friend to have around. She and Rider used to be in the same team until he got sick of her shit because he thought she was such a snooty player and decided to go his own way; eventually finding his own current team. Every so often, if one of his teammates get sick or unavailable, she automatically fills in for them.

Platinum doesn’t play turf war or ranked battles that much. She’s mostly seen doing Grizzco shifts to try to help her and Rider’s mom pay the bills and get their mom closer to retirement; it’s also to save up money for college. Rider wishes she would quit someday, as he doesn’t trust Grizzco industries and their “policies” and work environment. He doesn’t admit it, but he worries about her a whole lot.

Pretty skilled with the E-Liter. He likes to stick with the no-scope; inspired by Headphones, in purpose of keeping an eye on his team.

He and Wireglasses weren’t related. They did grow up in the same neighborhood as kids, before Wireglasses moved to Splatsville with his parents. It made Rider kinda sad because they were actually good friends, one of the only real friends he ever really had before blue team. When they met again after he went to Splatsville, they gave each other a big ol hug.

His ass does not like Emperor. Emperor doesn’t like him either, except it’s more that he just doesn’t vibe with him, meanwhile Rider just LOATHES him to pieces. If they’re both in the same room, Rider will go out of his way to stand in the opposite side of the room just to be as far away from “that fancy ass whiteboy” as possible. It’s so ridiculously funny and more so when you remember that all of team blue are good friends with Emperor so it really ruffles Rider’s feathers.

He has nothing against Prince, tho. If the S4 say he’s cool, then he’s cool.

His mom is… She’s not perfect, to say the least. Who is, though? I mean, Sheena really did struggle to cope when he boyfriend abandoned her when she fell pregnant, with twins no less. She absolutely refuses to drown her sorrows in alcohol and drugs, I implore her for that, but she was still incredibly depressed even when her kids came into the world. She was slightly neglectful during their first few years, and her parents didn’t bother to help her with them because she left them to be with her boyfriend, but they didn’t bother regaining contact even when she was struggling. Sheena got better eventually, especially after she started gaining more friends in the neighborhood who helped co-parent. Eventually she was able to get back on her feet and become the kind of parent she wanted to be for her kids. Since then, she became a lot more energetic and bombastic, she had that cool aunt personality while juggling around two kids at the same time. She loves her babies to death, and she thinks it’s funny to kind of embarrass them in public all the time by giving them kisses all over their faces and head and giving them right hugs. Yes, it’s embarrassing, but Platinum and Rider know that life would be a lot more duller without their mother around. 💚🤍🖤 (not me indulging in motorcycle mama 😭)

His mom’s part of a biker gang, her nicknames Rockin’, because she wears the Rockin’ leather jacket. She’s got a sweet, red Road-King in the garage. She keeps saying that she’s gonna get Rider a black Road King someday when he’s old enough. Rider honestly doubts it, but don’t underestimate his mother’s determination to keep her word.

He’s honestly in no rush, really. In fact he’s afraid of getting back on the motorcycles again. He used to ride around on the back of his mom’s motorcycle and be part of “the gang,” but he take on a hiatus after a car accident that had him fist bumping death’s hand before he ended up in the hospital for almost a week with a scar that’s never gonna leave. He hasn’t road with her since, but even he admits that he wants to get back on it someday.

He’s pretty smart with cars and with motorcycles, too. He learned it all from his mom. Why go to the car repair center when you can take it over to his house to get it checked on? Charges a fair price, too.

His right eye is partially blind from where he got sanitized. He would’ve felt more insecure about it if it weren’t for his boyfriends assuring him that he’s such a handsome boy every single day since they each of them got together.

Yes, he is built like a brick house. He swings a large mass of metal around like a wiffle bat everyday out in the battlefield. What else did you expect?

He’s so easy to scare, it’s hilarious. You can come up from behind him and go “BOO!” And he’ll jump a little and just glare at you. But if he gets really scared, like if he’s in one of those haunted house attractions, he’ll start screaming and slowly start falling to the ground in slow motion or just run off wordlessly. It’s even funnier because he’ll grab the nearest person he’s with and they’re both gonna eat shit together by falling or he’s gonna throw them over his shoulder and bull a skiddadle. Either that, or he’s just gonna run away so fast without saying anything; there was also this time he was playing basketball by himself in the evening and the lights suddenly went off and he SPED AWAY so fast you could hear the fear in his shoes when they squeaked. (That last part is based off a funny video I saw of a man running away when the streetlights went of). His ass does not like horror games, either

He has multiple pair of boots, and leather jackets.

He would absolutely wear the dreadlock hairstyle in Splatoon 3, he HAS too

He was very shocked to find out Army was an octoling, but he had his full support. But NOTHING could prepare him for when he finally met Goggles’ parents and learned that theyre octolings too. He likes them a whole lot, they’re very nice to him and they became friends with his mom when they all met each other at one of Goggle and Rider’s meet-your-parents dinner date

Ok so I’m so sorry I sorta just dumped my personal issues onto Mask that must’ve been really screwed up to read- (my mom didn’t die in a car crash but she had dementia and she died last year on new years). I was also indulging in Rider’s mom for a little bit, because, I wish my mom was still here to give me a bunch of kisses all over my face while I complain about people seeing us because- I miss that :(

Don’t worry about it 👍🏻

Also sorry for those who come back every so often and find out the headcanons have changed. I should probably just make part 3’s and 4’s but I don’t feel like it. I’m gonna do team blue at some point erp erp erp

And don’t look at me like that for also jumping on the oc x canon ship bandwagon with Mask. I just thought that they and Lilith would be silly together.

< Here’s the first part with Aloha and Army

[kharmii]

Maybe Marchy wants you to delete their post because they don't want to be affiliated with you, specifically. You're sort of a trash human being who can't get past werewolves being fictional creatures who have been a part of human mythology for thousands of years. Oh, and you're also transphobic and borderline homophobic. No one seems to like you, Kharm. Take a hint and keep your opinions to yourself for a change.

I haven't seen werewolf pron in a long time because all the people into it blocked me before I had a chance to block them. Srsly tho, there is no fandom as thirsty for dog-ass as submas. Beautiful men = Out of Style. Grotesque hairy stank-factories = In Style.

I don't like a lot of you either. I'd have been over this fandom ages ago if I wasn't into making dubious translations of Asian art. It's not like I'd want to go diving head first into My Hero Academia either, as it's mostly a bunch of kids. I suppose Erasurehead x Present Mike is appealing in the 'opposites attract' sort of way, but I'm not into Endeavor x Hawks because the former is too much of an alpha male. A main plot point was how Endeavor got into an arranged marriage with a once influential family that was struggling. They sold their daughter to Endeavor so he could selectively breed perfect superhero babies.

Endeavor: *taps watch* My recovery time is twenty minutes. That's how often you are getting bred until that baby sticks. After that, we could go once an hour for fun. (My goddamn #1 hero)

Anyway, nobody has yet to answer my question about why it's acceptable in fandom to be a shitting dick nipple fkn furry into a million stupid fetishes, yet a lot of those people still have the gall to have a 'Proshippers DNI' on their pages. Why is it okay to cherry pick the two things? (Pedophilia/Incest) but it's okay to belong to a group of people (furries) who are overrepresented in irl cases of sexual abuse? Why is one sort of weirdo more socially acceptable than another?

Side note: A lot of furries I've encountered are into belly kink. You know how they are always saying yaoi is offensive to irl gay men because woman pidgeonhole gay men into heteronormative female fantasies? Well, first of all, fuck gay men and men in general. It's part of male privilege that all biological males -whether straight gay or trans- have this attitude like their feelings are of utmost importance, and that they should be allowed to regulate what we do. If gay men don't like my gay men fantasies, then fight me.

Where was I....so belly kink is a very heteronormative feminine fantasy. It's a very female fantasy to want to see a feminine looking person being comforted by their masculine partner when they are suffering with a huge swollen pregnant looking belly. I can see the appeal of it if the person with the fat belly is pretty looking, like the Dabiten ship. Unfortunately, I too often saw depictions of this featuring gross ass furries that one could just imagine the stank lines wafting out of.

Another side note: Is there the same sort of crap in other fandoms one sees in submas? -Like does every other fandom get flooded with two-dick dragon morbidly obese omegaverse bullshit? I'll say it again because I have the right to my opinion....I'll bet a lot of monster fkn bullshit is trans coded, like they want to normalize fat hairy men with vaginas and/or dubious genitals (like multiple dicks, yo..) looking pregnant. It's yet another side effect of our fossil fuel driven glut where too many people have amygdales not functioning correctly which causes dysfunction with dopamine regulation. A person with a healthy sense of their own mortality would be repulsed by pregnant trans male figures because of the potential of getting a really messed up baby.

Seriously, doctors are supposed to experiment on animals before moving to humans. How many female animals were pumped with male hormones then made pregnant? Have there been a lot of studies done on what unnatural male hormones might do to a developing baby in the womb? -Or are we in the midst of ongoing legal experimentation on humans?

[nervousron]

Lamar and Franklin quotes and facts derived from the audio files. Some not used in game because of cut pool games, air hockey, and arm wrestling.

lamar lines:

"Thanks sneaky dude! I still ain't met yo ass."

"Bye, thanks. Is we ever gonna get a proper introduction, dog?" 

"T call me, dog. Imma come up to the unicorn and get horny on your office supplies"

"What you want me to do. Write him a thank you card? Maybe uh, suck his dick or somethin? How do I express my gratitude?" Lamar about Michael after the rescue 

"I might as well slide your ass across one o these tables" 

"Man, it makes me happy to see you smile. I always had a soft spot for dumb animals and little bitches thats why i let you win" 

"You worried about me snappin yo' hand back like some mutant bug creature" 

"You always tryina hold me when you get dr-drunk..." 

"I remember hoodin' hands with some nigga... man that shit really really creeped me out..." 

"One time i was in this bar, i seen a fly on the other side of the room bout' 30 feet away nigga buzzin' and i pinned that bitch to the wall with a dart nigga."

"If i was fat n' British and shit? I could have seriously've gone pro at that shit" 

"Man, i got ass stank all over my face, you gotta know when to save a homie from himself."

"I swear that bitch had three titties. Life aint bad" 

Lamar writes screenplays 

"fuck. you my family " "aint no need to get incestuous with a nigga, im gone, man" 

"Man, you aint gettin no handjob from me at the end of this date" "I dont want no- nigga, fuck you!" "bitch as nigga.." 

"if Tanisha aint gonna fuck you, i aint either." "i dont wanna fuck Tanisha man, fuck you" 

Lamar does X and drinks Lean

"Someoneslipped a drink in my mickey..." 

"I dont mean loyalty like you and Tanisha though. With the way you follow her ass around like a puppy. All them motherfuckin years and she cant even accept your ass for who you are nigga, then she leave-"

"What the fuck you just say?"

"Nuthin. I. I mean- see- what i said homie.... remember where youre from! Remember who you is. Remember who your homies is..."

"Nigga i know who my homies is. You need to not be getting above your motherfuckin self"

"I aint even mean it like that,  look at you gettin all mad, i didnt meant it like that..." 

"Just cause' some fat white dude want to turn you out dont make you special. I get white dudes want to fuck me every day. I tell them  to go fuck theyself.

"Heh, dog. It must be nice bein that popular!  I can see why those motherfukers want to get with you. You got that look and that charm, man"

"See? There you go again, you think youre better, nigga you're belittling me."

Lamar thinks the apache people were laid to rest in pyramids 

Lamar is upset at Tanisha for not picking Franklin

Lamar doesnt like or trust Michael 

Lamar thinks Michael pimps out Tracey

Lamar has seen traceys videos. Apparently they're hardcore. 

Lamar and franklin think Meltdown is horrible 

Lamar writes free-form rap and poetry 

"How them old dudes"

"Michael and Trevor?  Shit, they okay."

"So yall one big happy family? How they decide which one gonna fuck you first?"

"Dynamics kinda changed, dog. Now we all doin the fuckin"

"I know thats a metaphor, but you just gave me some imagery thats reeal fuckin disturbing "

[pluttskutt]

I wrote yaay

»part 2«

a vampire eddie drabble because i had to, be aware it's just a scene with steve and him meeting so yeah anyways:

Steve put the flashlight in his mouth. Unzipped his pants. Maybe he should drink less if he was to be stuck in the woods all night. Ugh. Damn kids. How could the others fall for this? They took it so seriously too. Nancy and her gun. Robin and her garlic. Jonathan and his camera to photograph and see if it truly had no reflection. Bunch of gullible idiots.

He rolled his eyes. Zipped up his pants.

A branch snapped behind him.

He took the flashlight out of his mouth. “Very funny.” He turned around. Saw nothing except the trees behind him. And the darkness of the deep forest. Probably an animal then. He aimed the flashlight the way he came from.

The light lit up a figure next to him. A figure that stood as tall as he did and hadn’t been there a second ago.

“Holy shit!” He swore and jumped back. Dropped the flashlight. “It’s not fucking funny! You know I hate the woods.” He expected Jonathan (or one of the girls really) to crack up at that. But no one said anything. And then he felt someone grab him by the throat and push him down on the ground bellow in one swoop.

Roots and stones poked him in the back. One of the two hit his thigh so hard he winched. His hand shot out for something-anything-and found a rock. He wrapped his fingers around it in a hold and smashed into whoever it was that sat atop of him.

The figure growled and let go, falling to the side.

Steve hurried to push himself up on his feet. His throat burnt from the touch. He had to get back to the clearing. Made it one step before he was pushed face down into the dirt. The creature sat on him. It stank decay like a rotten corpse. Shit. He was about to be eaten by a fucking vampire. After his whole speech about how they didn’t exist and this whole idea had been stupid. Shit.

He pushed his elbow up and tried to get a hit in as he spun around. Managed to get yet another hit in. Crawled backwards from the creature. Tried standing up but fell back on his ass. His leg hurt. Shit. His hands searched the ground frantically for a weapon to use. He grazed the flashlight. He tried to grab it but the figure grabbed his hand and tore him away from it.

The flashlight turned on.

The creature-monstrosity-sat on top of Steve and stared down at him wide eyed. Lips parted to show sharp fangs. The head moved side to side as if it was thinking. Considering how to best kill him. With the head followed a mess of brown hair framing the face. Leaves, grime, and dirt adorned it.

Steve stared at the face. Looked down at his throat. At his torso where a torn shirt prickled with blood dressed him. And at the fangs when the mouth opened in a horrifying grimace as he had decided what side of Steve’s neck to bite. “Eddie? Munson! Eddie!” Steve’s voice got louder when he got closer. The stench. Oh god, the stench of rot.

It stopped. The teeth lingered next to his throat. Cold hand wrapped around his neck to keep him down.

Steve inhaled through his mouth. Couldn’t see anything but the nightsky and the treetops covering the stars now. “Don’t do this. Man. Eddie!” He cried out when he felt the teeth on his skin. Raised his hands to push him away but it was like trying to move a boulder. Or a block of ice, given how cold he was.

But Eddie stopped. Moved his teeth-his mouth-away from Steve’s neck. Raised himself up again and looked down on his prey. Turned his head to one side, then the other. Watched him with great interest. Said nothing. Still hadn’t let go of his neck.

Steve grabbed the arm responsible for the hand and fingers around his throat. Tried to make it budge. His skin was cold to touch. No heat. Cold as a corpse. “Let go.” No indication he listened. And he went back down to Steve’s neck. “No. No! Eddie!”

He stopped again. Rose up to stare down at him. Tilted his head to the left. Watched him with a pair of big black eyes. Still hadn’t said a word.

Steve realised he was in for a very long night.

[redroom-rainbowguts]

🔪 🍴 🍷 for grey and white?

🔪- what is the first thing in your house you would use to kill with?

Grey: "Well, if I had to kill I'd probably just use something relatively hard to trace. Figure out information on the other person to see how easily I can set up the death to look like a suicide. Maybe a rope, plastic bag, some drug that can easily be found over the counter, if I can help it. Worst case scenario something easy to inject, so I guess syringes. I guess it just really depends on the circumstances, there's not a "first choice" I can think of unless I'm in a situation that requires it."

White: "Depends on my mood and what I want to see. Knives lose their appeal after awhile and I don't usually want them dead right away. It also depends on why I need to kill and why it's the "first thing" I'd kill with. Am I being attacked? Did someone manage to escape? I need more information."

🍴- how do you feel about cannibalism?

Grey: "I... Don't? I mean, I don't really think about it much. I don't think it deserves the degree of taboo that it has in our culture. I mean, meat is meat. We already eat intelligent creatures like pig, cow, chicken, and don't get me started on fish. They're smarter than we realize but our worlds are so different we're only now learning just how intelligent they actually are. Did you hear about the fish that actually passed the mirror test? Besides, I don't know about cows but pigs and chickens would definitely eat us if given the chance. It's the nature of meat eating animals to, well, eat meat! It's really not a question of morals in my opinion. Anyways I'd definitely try cooked human, but I'd still be a bit anxious about it being prepared properly. I know you definitely can't eat the brain but I'm not 100% sure how safe the other parts are."

White: "I don't have much of an opinion about it as a concept. I think meat is meat, if that's what you mean. Though there is an experiment involving cannibalism I'd like to try. I wanna know if diet can affect a person's flavor. When white people first came to America, Native Americans thought they stank because they had vastly different diets, so I have to imagine they tasted pretty different too. And in the past doctor's would actually taste diabetics' urine, so I feel like they'd overall just taste sweeter too? And do people who eat only super spicy food actually become somewhat spicy? Only one way to find out..."

🍷- what would you do with a gallon of blood?

Grey: "uh, why do I have a gallon of blood? Whose blood? Is this a threat? A gift? Don't get me wrong I'll uh.. I'll find a use for it I'm just really confused about the circumstances. I'm excited to look at it under the microsc- oooh it'll be like a scientific scavenger hunt for figuring out who or what the blood belonged too!"

White: "Have you ever seen the movie Carrie? I wonder what would happen if we recreated it. You can't prove it won't give the recipient cool ass psychic powers, so let's test it out!"

[rudo-lfium]

Warning: looooong ass post/rant

So I've watched Avatar in the theater (that stank of mice), and I found it offensive not only to my olfactory senses but to my intellect as well. The plot of The Way Of Water is so watery I am not even going to apologize for the clumsy pun.

This story, it's so silly, I don't even... I mean, James Cameron is such a grand figure in cinema, how did he allow for such a script to even see the light of day? I mean all you need to do when you are making up a story in a fantasy world populated with fantasy people is compare their actions with real people, ask yourself if that's what real people would do in such circumstances, and if the answer is "no", then you need to correct the story, otherwise it is not going to be credible!

But sea (ha-ha) for yourselves. Just try to take this in: so the "Earth baddies" return to Pandora to get Sully's treasonous ass. Yeah, sure, they let slip somewhere that they also want to do some colonizing and terraforming, but seeing that in all the 14 hours of screen time they did exactly none of that, the whole colonization thing must be just a side quest to them. Somehow Sully realizes that all the hubbub is about him personally, and he says to his wife and kids "Hey, I got a great idea, since these angry earth dudes are after me, our presence here in this village is endangering the other other villagers, so let's all up and leave, and run and hide, and this way we shall PROTECT the village!"

And guess what, his dumbass wife after a moment's hesitation says "Sure, that's a splendid idea, I fully endorse it, let's do it at once." And they pack the fuck up out of there and leave their kindred behind for the earth baddies to stomp (because, remember - they are still colonizing the shit out of Pandora no matter what). The Sacred Tree, the ancestors' graves, all of that legacy gets abandoned -- just run and hide. He was the Chief of the tribe, too, mind.

"When danger reared its ugly head

He bravely tucked his tail and fled

Brave, brave, brave

Sir Toruk-Makto!"

And they go and instead of settling on some distant uninhabited island where no one can find them, they join another village, so they can endanger THEM with their presence instead, which is what ultimately happens. Duh!

Yes, they travel a thousand miles and reach a tribe that lives on a collection of islands, like a beautiful archipelago, and they call themselves "the water people" or something, and not only do they speak the same language as Sully's tribe (a thousand miles away, okay?) but they also accept them with almost no reservation. In fact, the only one that's at all concerned about these newcomers is the Chief's wife, but do you know what she finds disturbing? Not the fact that these guys are running from an advancing army of alien, fucking, invaders but because their tails aren't of the same shape as hers! She looks at them and goes "Why joo want to stay wid us? You can't survive underwater with tails and hands like that!" And I'm looking at her like bish, are you alright? You're a LAND creature, ffs, you don't LIVE underwater either, you're a goddamn biped! You only dive in the water SOMETIMES to hunt or do synchronized swimming with f*cking turtles, etc. What do you mean "you wouldn't survive underwater"? And your ass would??

Anyway they start living with them, and life in this other tribe is complete goddamn paradise, there are no hardships of survival, no one works, no one gets sick, no one needs anything fixed, no one is constructing anything, there's just this complete and utter marine idyllic, all they do all day is frolic in the waves and TALK to sea animals. Yeah, you read that right. Animals all know sign language. There must be a co-ed na'vi-sea-turtle school somewhere on those islands that teaches finger alphabet to predominantly finned creatures of the sea, but they left it offscreen. Sometimes I felt like the movie was made by Disney and they somehow slapped Cameron's name on it without him knowing. The life of this water tribe is so absurdly hakuna-matata, it's like they're living inside an amusement park and all the rides are free. So you, as a spectator, spend about a week and a half watching them do underwater donuts astride Pandoran seals, and ride flying crocodile-fish, and talk to whales, and sometimes ponytail-fuck an underwater Sacred Tree (which appears to be a common occurrence on Pandora and thus loses all importance and meaning in the plot, so it's just there, because water people also want one, I guess). Oh yeah, and they learn to hold their breath underwater for an almost indefinite amount of time, thusly becoming "one" with the water tribe.

Naturally the Earth baddies follow Sully to the archipelago and turn everyone's life to shit, but instead of feeling an e-e-e-tsy bit annoyed with Sully's family for bringing the war with them, the water tribe is like "Yay, what joy! You are now our BRETHREN! In fact, we are so pleased with you, why don't you stay with us forever? Here's our underwater Sacred Tree, go pigtail-fuck it to complete the ritual!"

AND THEY DO.

THE END.

Yes, that is the story.

The war isn't even over, they haven't defeated anybody. The cliffhanger is left in place for "movie #3", undoubtedly. But wait, did I mention the villain? It's the Colonel from the first film. The dead Colonel whom Neytiri left skewered on a bunch of 12-foot long na'vi arrows. They resurrected him through a custom avatar that was grown especially for him back on Earth. No one knows why. So the movie can happen, I guess? Or maybe the Earth Armed Forces are experiencing a catastrophic shortage of Colonels, otherwise they'd sent someone else, but what can you do, there are no Colonels left, absolutely have to spend a gazillion space dollars on a bespoke avatar for this guy. And another gazillion on the members of his original squad, because apparently there's a shortage of privates as well. And a few gazillions more on putting together a space armada so he can get back to Pandora and hunt down Sully. Wait, wait, you may ask. So the whole purpose of this enterprise was that some Colonel can have his revenge on some private that's gone over to the other side in a war that took place in a past life? In another galaxy? Yes. Yes, that is so.

There are two more aspects that I found especially irksome. First, Sully keeps harping on how he wants to PROTECT his folks, how his role as a father is that of a DEFENDER. Then why in the fuck did you run away and leave your wife's people to an invading horde's mercy then? Why TF did you leave your own tribe behind? They named you Chief and entrusted their lives to you -- how could you abandon them in the face of an invasion from an aggressive alien race? Wouldn't staying and calling the banners on all the other tribes that you'd allegedly "united" as Toruk-Makto, and fighting back -- wouldn't that be the noble thing to do? The very idea that running away is somehow a manifestation of being protective is laughable. And so are all characters who agree with him without a hint of irony.

When else was Sully being protective, hmm, let me see, it must be when he said to his wife "Honey, the Colonel has got our daughters, grab our remaining kids and stay someplace safe while a gather a team of fierce warriors and go deal with the motherfucker and save our girls!" But that's not what he said. He was like "Um, honey, why should I risk my ass alone, you can shoot can't you? Let's go and risk our lives together, and fuck them kids who are bound to become orphaned should we fail!" Right, what a fatherly slash husbandly attitude.

The second thing is the whole "you must learn to stay underwater very-very long or else we aren't going to accept you in our water tribe" situation. You see, the final battle is taking place on a sinking human ship. I mean, it's sinking. Sure, the Colonel's gang has got your two girls tied up to a railing with some rope (not even a chain), but THE SHIP IS SINKING. Get the hint? It's removing itself from the surface of the sea, where everyone can breathe, and placing itself under the water, where you and family can hold your breath, like, forever, and all those bad guys CERTAINLY can't! LET THE FUCKER SINK, you idiot, wait for the bastards to suffocate and then go untie your daughters, I mean, if they can ride Pandoran giant herrings deep inside coral mazes and swim alongside whales while grabbing onto their fins for miles and miles -- surely they can endure a couple of minutes of HOLDING ABSOLUTELY STILL and waiting for their Dad to come fetch a knife? *shakes head* But no, no. We can't have that. Neytiri, Sully's wife, has had absolutely nothing to do this whole movie. She's just kind of *there*, like furniture. She *cried in anguish* twice but aside from that -- nothing. We need her to at least shoot her bow and arrows at somebody (a family heirloom pompously given to her by her late father), so let's engage in a life-threatening shootout with a squad of earth marines in avatar bodies armed with machine guns and grenade launchers, right? Because bows and arrows have worked so well in the past, right? Those Aztecs and Mayans sure did lick them pitiful conquistadors armed with their puny muskets and harquebuses, didn't they. *head shaking intensifies*

The theater was full, by the way. Every seat taken. No one left. With about 1.5 hours to go I stepped outside to quickly meet somebody about an errand. I must have spent about 15-20 minutes on it. When I came back, nothing changed. The mice still stank . People were still filling their seats, their eyes glued to the screen. "Oh my god," I thought to myself then. "I'm inside the Idiocracy movie."

[hazbincalifornia]

Taking a Look

Chapter 41: Taking a Look

Summary: Stolas helps fulfill a request of Aamon's and Blitzo has a question.

Ao3 link

As he blinked awake, Blitzo’s mouth tasted like ass.

Not actual ass- he was well aware of what that tasted like. But metaphorical ass.The spirit of ass, the kind of ass you’d get at 4 AM when everybody else has gone home. It was hot and rank and he groaned, smacking his lips and swishing saliva around in his mouth before pushing himself off the cloud-soft pillow. His stomach gurgled unhappily, and a pang of hunger rode through it as he rested a hand on middle before grimacing and pulling it back. Why was it as moist as a used jockstrap? Scooting backwards on the bed revealed that his shirt had halfway soaked through with sweat overnight, and it stank of salt and BO. A glance to the side showed that Stolas was breathing even enough to still be asleep, and Blitzo carefully slid off the bed, pumping his fist when no floorboards creaked. Score one for rich-people interior design springing for quiet floors.

Tiptoing (or, at least, as close an approximation of tiptoing as was possible with the whole baby gut) over to the closet, Blitzo peeled the sleep shirt off. He was keeping his boxers at least, but he wasn’t leaving the damp top on any longer than he had to when it drew out moisture from his skin and felt like soggy tissue paper.

He rifled through the closet- luckily, it seemed that the wife must have kept her clothes somewhere else, because it looked like it was Stolas’s everyday wear. Most of it was either too uncomfortable-looking or too big in a way that just wouldn’t work on an impish frame (seriously, was that a work romper?) but… hmm.

He pulled out a red shirt that had RAD written on it. Whether it had been gifted as an ironic thing by the kid or chosen by Stolas himself… it was kind of cute, at least in a dorky-dad sort of way. Blitzo carefully tugged it over his head so it wouldn’t tear on the horns. When it settled, it stretched around his middle, but left a good half a foot of overhang to cover his boxers and was soft against his skin. Nice.

Behind him, Stolas yawned, and he leaned against the wall instead of trying to clamor back up on the tall bed. Stolas straightened up, looking around for a moment before catching Blitzo’s eye. “Feeling alright, darling?”

“Could be worse.” He tugged at the hem of the shirt. “I’m stealing this, by the way.”

“It’s yours. I have more.” Stolas stretched, and Blitzo could hear the bones cracking and appreciated the little moan that slipped out of his beak, even from there. “I'll tell someone to make breakfast, but first, there was something I need to do.”

“Hmm?” Blitzo raised an eyebrow. “Horny again already, huh?”

“Not quite.” He shook his head. “Aamon had a request.”

Blitzo’s eyes narrowed. “If he wants to do anything with me before the kid’s out, I don’t want to even know what-”

“Oh no, nothing of that sort! He just… wanted to get an idea of what they might be like. More impish, more bird, if they’re healthy, that sort of thing. It’s just so he knows what to expect.”

“And how is he planning to do that?” Blitzo’s hand rested protectively on his belly, but Stolas wrung his hands.

“I offered to… take a peek. Admittedly, I’ve been curious what they look like myself. Aren’t you?”

Blitzo’s gaze dropped down as he tugged the shirt up to trace over the scarred expanse of skin, trying to mentally peel back the blood and muscle to expose the little creature curled inside whose image in his head shifted by the day. “Maybe a little.”

“Alright, I’ll make it quick. It’s better to do it now before you eat anything, that way there won’t be any interference.“

“So, what are you doing anyway, just some kinda…” Blitzo flapped a hand loosely. “X-ray thing?”

“Something like that,” Stolas said, patting his lap, and Blitzo bounced his heel against the floor for a second before crossing the room. It took a minute to climb back up on the bed, and Stolas reached over to tug him up as his feet scrabbled against the sheets, balance still completely throwing him off. Once he was up, he sucked in a breath before turning so his back rested on Stolas’s stomach again and black hands settled on the swell of his middle.

“This should show us a sort of… picture of them.” Stolas’s index fingers traced in circles, glowing red as he murmured something Blitzo either was mishearing or couldn’t understand. They were cool enough to tingle, and Blitzo almost bucked away before Stolas’s hands flicked upwards, a shiny bubble-like orb forming in front of them with a blurry image that sharpened by the second.

At first, it just looked like a weird bean, but then, as Stolas’s fingers twirled like acrobats, a faint pink tinge became clear, then-

Then it moved, and Stolas froze as they both felt it at the same time that the bean-thing shifted in the bubble. Stolas’s breath hitched while Blitzo’s hands curled around Stolas’s thighs as the thing in the bubble coalesced into… into…

It was a tiny bird, vaguely pinkish, but that could just be the color of his guts or the magic. There was a toothpick thin tail that clearly looked more like an imp’s and the stubby beginnings of horns, but it had a tiny beak and fuzz that likely was going to be feathers, and Blitzo swallowed as it opened that little beak in a yawn, turning over slightly in a way that he could feel now that he was focused on it.

“They’re… oh, Blitzy, they’re beautiful,” Stolas breathed out.

“You’re just saying that ‘cause they look more like you,” Blitzo mumbled, but awe bled through his voice. That little creature was inside of him. He was making that, could feel every time they pushed out a hand or foot. They were the one that had tried to bite his organs out and made him upchuck more good meals than he could count, but that also playfully responded when he talked to them and was flooded with overflowing joy at just existing, existing because of him. Blitzo’s head bobbed between looking up to the bubble and down to his stomach a few times before settling on the bubble, just watching their chest rise and fall. “He’s gonna love them. Probably can’t tell if it’s a boy or girl, right? Can’t usually do that on imps.”

“Well, they do, as you said, appear to take more after me,” Stolas said, twirling his fingers again before snapping one. It actually made Blitzo jolt, and he glanced away, hoping the heat rising to his cheeks wasn’t outwardly obvious. Fuck, who was the sappy one now? All tied up in seeing… okay, seeing the kid growing inside of him was a pretty good reason to be all enraptured and shit. He’d give himself that. The bubble zoomed in, little lights over their head and inside their torso blinking as Stolas did something.

“What’re you-”

“I’m making sure they’re healthy. As I’ve said, hybridization across imps and Goetias is rare. It’s possible something…” He trailed off, and Blitzo’s throat seemed to seal up for a moment before Stolas gave a sigh of relief. “There’s nothing obvious, at least- no immediate heart failure or the like. If there’s anything minor, we’ll be able to deal with it when they’re out.” He looked down at Blitzo with a soft smile. “And, as far as I can tell… I believe it’s a girl.”

“A girl, huh?” Blitzo stared at the bubble, swearing it pulsed slightly with every beat of her little heart. “Figures we’d both get a second daughter.”

“Mmm, yes, well, I wouldn’t have minded either way, but I’m sure she’ll be lovely if I’m right,” Stolas said, kissing the top of Blitzo’s forehead. “Now, did you want something to eat?”

As if on cue, Blitzo’s stomach growled.

“That answer your question?”

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They waited in the tearoom for the chefs to whip up some waffles- Stolas was fairly sure Stella was still out of the house, which was why Blitzo had even been allowed to spend the night, but he didn’t want to risk being wrong if she returned early. Blitzo was perfectly fine with that- reflexes had saved him last time, but the further along he got, the less and less he wanted to deal with a giant birdy bitch three times his size. And speaking of… Blitzo watched as Stolas drummed his fingers on the table, glancing over at the door. He’d chosen to settle on the seat next to him.

“So, cards on the table, gotta admit I’m curious. The thing about assassins from your wife when she tried to stab me and bitched at you.” Blitzo raised an eyebrow, and Stolas sighed.

“Oh, I hoped you would have forgotten about that…”

“You hired me to protect you from dipshits your wife hired?” His claws dug into the table as Stolas curled his fingers tightly together, shrinking down a little in his seat.

“That is… the long and short of it, yes. Although it wasn’t that bad- none of them could really kill me, only cause a bit of a mess.” He paused. “Going to Loo Loo Land was mostly an excuse to spend time with you and Via, and I didn’t want them causing excessive trouble, so I hoped that you could take care of them. And I did quite enjoy getting to see you work!”

Blitzo tried to stand up in his chair, nearly slipped, and resigned himself to just a disbelieving stare. “How long has that been going on? Cripe’s sake, yeah, those guys she got were terrible, but even though I’ve had some shitty relationships in my day, at least when they wanted to kill me they’d usually try and do it themselves and get us both banned from half a ring in the process.” Stolas’s gaze dropped as he fussed with the end of his shirt, and Blitzo’s mouth twisted. “It’s because of me, isn’t it?”

“At the moment, I would say that’s the largest reason. We’ve never been exactly fond of each other, but I… managed.” He settled a hand in front of his beak, still looking away. “She just… it’s… she’s showing she’s unhappy, more than usual. It’s a statement.”

“I mean, you’re having a kid with an imp,” Blitzo said, voice flat as a freshly-dead sinner dropped directly in the middle of a Pentagram traffic jam. “Not that I want her to be pissy, but it’s not like she’s got no reason to be. Still, those first couple full moon booty calls and Loo Loo Land were before you even knocked me up, and I’m pretty sure I remember that royalty like you got to fuck around with whoever they wanted through half of the history classes I slept through, so bullets seem a little harsh as warning signs. She should have just picked up some hot piece of ass for herself and called it even.”

Stolas dragged a hand through his head-feathers. “She’s very fussed about our reputation, or more specifically her own- she has family and friends that care very deeply about appearances, and everything about you throws a wrench into that. I suspect an affair with a wealthy sinner woman might have lightened the anger just a tad, not to mention would have served as birth control, although I’m sure she would have tried to milk pity about it if it got out either way.” He gave a strained chuckle. “I don’t cultivate many relationships with such uptight busybodies besides what is necessary- it grows so tedious following the same threads of conversation for what feels like eons. I much prefer hearing about whatever marvelous adventures you go on.”

“Like getting pumped full of owl dick and ending up like this?” Blitzo grabbed Stolas’s wrist, setting his palm flat against his rounded belly, and Stolas’s fingers caressed the skin, leaning in to give Blitzo a kiss.

“Exactly like that.”

“You think she’ll try it again?”

“Mmm…” He thought for a moment. “She’s proven her point, I think- locking me in the house for a week, particularly when Via wouldn’t talk to me… that’s worse than a few little bullet wounds, especially when you wouldn’t talk to me either. I’ll be able to handle her, I’ve been doing it for a very long time… although I may still be under house arrest for a while when she returns from her trip. I’ve arranged the meeting with Aamon to look like royal business, so she’ll have to let me go to that.”

Blitzo raised an incredulous eyebrow. Holy shit, no wonder he’d been so desperate for the stale, bottom-of-the-barrel affection Blitzo had tossed at him and dug his claws in for more if this was the kind of shit he dealt with. “You sure? Because if this kid pops out right after you kick the bucket, I’m going to kill you.”

“I’m not going to go anywhere, darling,” Stolas reassured him, kissing his forehead. “I promise, I will be here by your side for as long as you will have me.”

“You’d better be, since I am not shooting this kid out without you there so I can break your hand for getting me into this mess in the first place.” Blitzo curled his own hand into a fist.

Stolas chuckled just as the smell of waffles wafted in through the door, making Blitzo lick his lips. “I’ll do my best, darling. Now, let’s eat, shall we?”

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To be the knife against his throat

TW- There is a bit of violence throughout each chapter so if that makes you uncomfortable please don't read ahead. I try to put the proper warnings when possible but unfortunately I do tend to forget. As this story progresses I will try to be more aware of this. Thank you beautiful people so much for reading!

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The following morning everyone in the compound was woken up to loud screams. Well, one loud scream coming from a certain trickster god. The team ran into the kitchen area to see you on top of Loki with a knife hitting his metal cuff attached to his armor. Growling in frustration, you punch his side, as he weakens his grip on your hand that holds the knife, you push further and the tip of said knife touches the base of his neck.

“Y/N NO!” The group collectively shouts as you draw a small amount of blood from the pressure you put on the knife. You lean down next to his face, whispering something that not even Friday could pick up on. His Adam's apple dips as he gulp’s from the assumed threat that was whispered. No one tries to approach you in case you decide to plunge the knife into his throat, but without any warning Loki smirks as a flash of green magic pushes you into a portal and leaves you falling in your ass a good distance from the god.

The inhumane growl that leaves your throat stops everyone in their tracks. Staring him down, Loki puts both hands up as a sign of peace.

“I mean no disrespect lady, I simply wished to not be in such a compromising position,” he explains quickly before your knife could find a home in his body.

“Just stay the hell away from me Loki,” you all but hiss at him before stalking out of the room ignoring the team's questions.

The group surrounding them doesn’t make a move, watching Loki for any signs that he will retaliate as Thor walks as quietly as he can slightly behind you. The two of you walk in silence to your private workshop. No one tried to stop and talk to you, practically feeling the tense energy you were exuding. As you entered the shop, Thor gently closed the door and cleared his throat.

“I know my brother can be infuriatingly frustrating to deal with, I do hope that this flaw of his doesn’t make it unbearable to be around either of us,” Thor finishes his sentiment quickly before you have a chance to speak.

“Thor, I promise I won’t actually kill your brother, I’m sorry you have to deal with this at all. Just- just keep him away from me. Okay?” you quickly continue, “He left me to die once, which only taught me that I can rely on no one. I don’t trust this team, I don’t trust normal people, and I especially don’t trust Loki. So back off.”

You leave Thor standing in the workshop baffled by the raw emotions you had shown in your brief tangent. As quick as you left, Loki entered the shop moments later, a flash of green being the only warning Thor had before he was staring at his brother.

“Lady y/n just left so it would be wise to make your leave quickly as I am unsure of whether she will return here or not,’’ Thor warns quickly and quietly.

“I did not realize she was still alive, I didn’t even bother to give her a proper burial,” Loki says, lowering his head with shame. “It was the least I could have done.”

Without another word, Loki disappears with a flash of green light. Thor breathes out gently and turns to leave the workshop. As he is about to switch off the light, a map on the wall catches his attention. A map he hadn’t seen in over a century, when the nations of Midgard were being claimed and fought over. Any doubts in his brother's memory were long gone with this artifact on the wall encased in glass. It was too frayed and battered to be a replica. With more questions brewing in his mind than ever, Thor shuts the workshop door and with a shake of his head, makes his way to his chambers.

He is so engrossed with his own thoughts, he doesn’t manage to catch the red headed spy lurking in the shadows, having heard every bit of conversation from her post.

Until now things had sailed pretty smoothly with the Avengers. Until now your identity has been easily covered up by half truths and diversions. That was until Loki had to come along and cause chaos as always. At least the lore surrounding him was consistent.

Taking a moment to pause and collect your thoughts, you find a way to minimize the fallout heading your way. The team was gonna find out eventually so why not get ahead of that curve. The only way to do that would be going against your better judgement. The only person that could persuade the Avengers to not completely turn you out. Maybe two people? Why would they not completely dismiss you, after all they were just a rag tag group of superpowered freaks. The amount of times you had saved their butts didn't matter, at the end of the day, you lied to people that trusted you. They would never trust you again.

So who was the better option?

Tony treated you like a daughter, always trying to cheer you up when you were down. Y'all even had a secret handshake. He would be beyond insulted that you didn't share this overwhelmingly important detail of your existence with him. Now on the other hand, Director Fury. Would he even care? As long as you were on the good guys team aka his team, he wouldn't let you be taken away. Right? Or maybe he would want to dissect you like the Hydra vermin had tried oh so many years ago.

Fury, like the team, would have no reason to believe or trust that your intentions were as true as you had once said. An impossible situation for the impossible creature you were. What a dilemma.

Shaking off the thoughts crossing your mind, you text one Tony Stank, the only contact you had listed in your phone besides- well, nevermind it’s not important. What is important is the text you’re about to send. If it’s not worded correctly, Tony would assume the worst and immediately try and track you down.

“Hey Stank-face,” you punch into the old flip phone.

“Why did I even tell you that story,” He texted back quickly.

“Because you were drunk and have no filter, duh,” you smile for a moment but quickly mask your face and continue texting Tony, “I have a favor to ask.”

There’s a brief pause before he replies.

“What’s up?” There’s no hiding your smile now, you can always rely on Tony to pull through.

“Meet me by the burger stand, next to the old warehouse at 5pm?” Nervously picking at your nails while waiting on his response, you notice a black bike peeking around the corner of the alleyway you were across from. Shit.

“Sure thing Jelly-bean, everything OK?” No, not ok but it would be. Just have to get ahead of the fallout.

“Yeah Tones, all good, just got something to talk to you about. I would like for this to stay between us for now if you don’t mind. Gotta go, I’ll see you at 5.” Taking the sim card out of the phone you toss it in the trash bin and start walking, keeping an eye on the little stalker you've managed to catch.

[hobin-gnoblin]

Obey me! Shall We date?

The Prank 💫

(☆Starring Luke☆)

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As the lights of Devildom fade into the eternal darkness, all sleepy creatures rest their heads for bed. Except for one particular angel...

"Luke, its time for bed." Simeon said whist finishing his night time tea. "Yeah I know, I just need to finish this forbidden recipe Barbatos gave me." Luke said as he stirred the oddly colored batter. Simeon walked over to Luke and grabbed the recipe book. He gasped, "Luke are you sure about this recipe? Some of the ingredients are very potent hallucinogens." Simeon said. "Don't worry Mom, I'll be fine." Luke groaned. "Boy you watch your bitch ass." Simeon sneered as he left Luke alone in the kitchen. Luke sighed and returned to work.

3:00 am

The witching hour. Luke was barely clinging on to consciousness. Finally, he stumbled and fell facefirst on the floor. The bowl of extra batter flopped onto his head leaving a goey mess. "Balls." Luke mumbled as he soon fell asleep.

The doors of Purgatory hall slowly creaked. A night demon crept through the hallways and noticed a light coming from one of the rooms. Smiling, the demon picks the lock with a clawed fingernail and enters. The demon was ready to pounce into his prey, but then halted. "Luke?" Belphie murmured. "Wagwammhm." Luke mumbled in his sleep. Belphie grinned at the sight of a vulnerable Luke. He shifted from his animalistic demon form into his human form. He towered over Lukes body and squatted over his face. BRAAAAAAP. (Belphie just fucking blew a fat one on Lukes head omg thats hilarious as fuck haha get stank on Luke you fucking dummy lmfao).

Luke screamed and pushed Belphie off of him. "Belphegor you stank ass demon how dare you defile me!" Luke screamed pushing Belphie out of his room while Belphie roared in laughter. Luke huffed as he locked his door and returned to the kitchen. "Man I hope no one hears about that, that would be so embarrassing." Luke sighed and he washed himself up and laid in bed.

The next day at R.A.D

Today the Royals were visiting R.A.D. The brothers, as well as the exchange students all were awaiting Diavolos presence at the entryway. All polished and (somewhat) orderly the bunch soon saw Luke running towards the entrance. "Sorry I'm late! I was up all night trying to finish a project!" Luke explained. Suddenly the rest grew silent. A smirk could be seen on Belphies face as he pulled out his D.D.D and pressed play.

Belphie recorded it. All of it.

The crowd of miscreants roared with laughter. "Aha nice going shit stain!" Mammon cackled. Even Lucifer could be seen trying to contain his laughter. "Guys come on please don't show Diavolo this please!" Luke begged. "Show me what?" Diavolo chimed in as he approached the crowd. "Ah yes, Diavolo, wanna see something funny?" Belphegor asked. "Ah yes! I love funny!" Diavolo smiled as he looked at Belphies D.D.D. Diavolo's eyes widened as he heard the audio. Luke blushed with embarrassment. "Barbatos, I do not understand the funny that I am being shown, could you please evaluate." Diavolo asked. "Certainly my Lord, you see, Luke got his bitch ass crop dusted by Belphegor." Barbatos chuckled. Diavolo smiled and gave Luke a pat on the back. "You're being such a good sport about this Luke! Many would cry like a little bitch baby after getting stank on." Diavolo smiled.

"To commemorate Lukes sportsmanship, he shall be awarded Devildoms best crop-dustee!" Diavolo cheered holding a golden covered ass trophy and handed it to Luke. Luke cried as he got his pictures taken for the R.A.D newspaper. "Get fucked twerp!" Belphegor laughed as Luke screamed.

Luke awoke on the kitchen floor gasping for air. "Luke are you alright? I told you those hallucinogens can be dangerous!" Simeon said as he rushed over to Luke's side. "Oh Simeon I had a terrible nightmare! I got awarded this stupid trophy for an awful prank Belphegor did to me!" Luke cried. "Oh," Simeon said, "You mean that trophy?" Low and behold the ass trophy stood proudly on the kitchen counter. Luke screamed. "WHAT THE FUCKKK."

-fin

[letsunity]

Not Afraid - Chapter 4

Summery -  

The Bad Batch go to Tatooine to resupply and avoid the Empire. As per the usual, Omega gets separated from the group. Fortunately for her, Krayt's Claw just so happens to be nearby. Bossk and Embo guide her to Boba Fett, who takes interest in why the Kaminoans want her. It's a reluctant partnership, with the Bad Batch having to rely on Krayt's Claw to navigate non-military life.

With some wandering around, Bossk managed to get them a job.

It wasn't anything big, but the pay was good enough - They could get rations, fuel, the essentials.

According to the client, someone is stealing from local farmers. All they have to do is catch them, get their reward and move on. With Hunter's tracking, it shouldn't be a difficult task to complete. They were only dealing with a thief, so Omega would be fine to tag along, which she was happy about.

Seeing how excited she was to join was sweet.

"Don't expect anything, laddies and lady. It goes to plan if you don't have one!" Bossk hissed, cocking his blaster with a grin.

"That doesn't make any sense," Echo countered, pulling a face at the reptile.

"Because you're thinking like a soldier," Bossk smirked, flicking Echo's head. "Plans seldom work. All you need is explosives, knowing what you're doing and instinct. Trust yourself, your abilities, and retreat to bring back more explosives."

"Sounds great!" Wrecker agreed, itching to blow something up. "You guys can get the col illegal stuff, right? We can make things go boom?" The reptile snorted, equally happy about explosions.

With them so happy, Hunter was curious about something. Why didn't they rent speeders to this location; why walk?

The only reason would be that Boba wanted them to see something.

"You wanna see something cool?" Boba asked Omega, having a confident smirk on his face.

He whistled loudly, changing the tune with a harsh rhythm like he was imitating a call. Bossk already knew, rolling his reptilian eyes at his nephew. He knew that it was to give the squirt something special, but still, he was showing off.

Omega waited, uncertain of why he made that noise. While waiting, she saw a wolf-like creature climb atop a hill. Several others appeared, though far darker than the main one. The white one slowly stalked towards them, sniffing warily.

Boba knelt, lightly guiding her hand out and upwards. There was tingling at her fingertips like there was an electrical charge coursing through her. The titanic canid stepped to her, their wet black nose brushing against her palm. In that brief touch, there was the spark of connection.

She could feel it, and it could feel her. It lowered its head into her hand, making eye contact through the helmet.

The wolf grunted towards Wrecker, Echo and Hunter, shaking their head. It grumbled, making several sounds towards them as the other wolves began to run away. With a stamp of its reptile-like paw, it barked and ran off, leaving them confused.

"The centre returned makes seven; burnt comes and makes it six. Anguished are the five, particularly the four. Soon to be three, suddenly two. One shines through, seven again," Bossk translated, thinking over the cryptic warning.

"That's incredibly ominous," Hunter stated, unsure of what to make of that.

"You always get stuff like that from them. It's part of their cryptic 'future sight' or whatever they call it," Boba shrugged, not overly bothered. "Other than the ominous warnings, they're cool to meet. Get them some Wookie meat, and they love you; they're obsessed with it."

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This new Empire seemed interesting. It didn't affect the Bounty Hunter's Guild, but it could prove profitable.

"Cad Bane. Am I right?" asked some stiff-upper-lip rookie.

Bane didn't care about them, not bothering to remember their name. Admiral Ram-whatever, it wasn't important.

"I prefer meeting on planets without incontinent clouds, Admiral. I don't like rain," Bane hissed, his distorted voice shivering the blank human. Humans had a habit of looking similar to one another. "My price is doubled for that alone."

"I understand, Mister Bane. I can assure you that you'll be incredibly well paid for," said Admiral Rampart, sitting across from the Duros. "There is a bounty on a child named Omega."

"Don't bother. That little brat Boba's probably already involved. At least with his father, you could make a deal, but the boy is annoyingly stubborn."

The kid wasn't popular because of that and was a pain in Bane's ass. His commitment to his rules was somewhat admirable, but it wasn't practical. Even with his little club, the jobs he'll get won't do him much good. He's not going to amount to much in the future.

"You misunderstand, Mister Bane. The Kaminoans want to capture her, and I suspect it's to encourage Tarkin to keep the cloning program. I want you to stop it."

"As I said, it's not worth the time. It doesn't matter where I go; the brat will follow. I'd lead him straight to you, meaning I lose credits."

"I don't want you to capture her, Mister Bane. I want you to kill her."

"Now, that's far simpler. That's triple my pay, but if you'd like, I'll bring you the skin like a rug."

"No, I only need her eliminated. The cloning program must end. To assist you, I'll have my best team to work alongside you. CT-9904 will follow your orders without question, and the other three will follow his example. If this 'Boba' gets in the way, kill him."

"Bounty hunter's aren't allowed to kill each other. I can certainly maim him, though. Give me some credits upfront, some immunity, and I'll bring you her head on a platter."

This was going to be easy.

With the weird female clone out of the picture, project War Mantle will be ahead of schedule. The Empire can grow and prosper without the expensive republican remnants. Unfortunately for this Bane fellow, he couldn't be in the picture afterwards. When the girl was dead, 9904 will kill the hunter as well.

Nobody will know that she existed or mattered. Even with this 'Boba' character, he doubted that things would go wrong. It's only a matter of time.

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Meeting the wolves were amazing; the white one was soft and warm.

Omega liked the feeling of the grass against her hands, picking a few to inspect them.

While fascinated by the blades of green, she failed to see a nearby Loth-cat. It hissed and lunged at her, its fur raised and bristled.

Instinctively, Hunter aimed his blaster at the animal. It growled, the creature deceptively savage. Boba got on one knee and took some dried meat from his pocket, encouraging the animal to approach.

It hesitantly stepped forward, its pupils widening. It licked his hand then took the meat, backing away from whence it came. It climbed down a hole, poking its head back up again some moments later. Three minuscule heads popped up, chirping at the newcomers. It's only a mother protecting her kits.

Wrecker got down, wanting to have a go as well. Boba handed him some meat, motioning for it to come again. This time, one of the kits investigated, sniffing the food. The mother joined, then the other two kittens.

The family of feral animals chewed the meat, unusually passive and docile.

Omega lightly stroked one of the kittens, amazed by the feeling of their fur. Wrecker grinned, his gloved hand licked by the other two kits.

"Can we keep 'em?" Wrecker begged, looking at Hunter with puppy eyes.

"This is their home," Hunter answered, letting him down easy. "This is where they want to be, so this is where they'll stay."

First, it was reading their emotions, and now communicating with animals. It stank of force-sensitivity, even though he doubted it.

They skipped back into their hole, chirping at them as they passed. Omega waved goodbye, excited to see even more animals.

"How do you do that?" She asked, eager to learn it herself.

"Instinct. Mandalorians are raised from birth to trust themselves, to trust what their gut tells them. It told me that she was only protecting her babies, nothing malicious. You'll learn someday."

"I want to meet all kinds of creatures!"

"There's no limit to what you'll see in this galaxy, Megs," Bossk assured, ruffling the helmet she wore. "So long as Dad Batch are right next to ya."

"We're not the Dad Batch," Echo corrected, although he didn't sound so certain.

"Dad Batch or Bro Batch, either's good with me!" Wrecker smiled, slapping Bossk's shoulder. "We need a fight!" The Trandoshan snarled in agreement, eager to bruise the clone.

They were only a few minutes away from the farm, and in three hours, dusk would begin to set. The more Hunter hung with these odd pair, the more they grew on him. They were capable of skinning folk alive but having that protecting Omega was alright.

Boba was showing Omega a lot of things, even giving her his helmet. He was only three or four years older than her; he had a lot to teach. He was good with kids, too, something Hunter was still learning.

Then there was Bossk's nickname, Dad Batch. Hunter was mimicking what Cut did, so was he being a father to Omega? He never thought of being a parent before, but the past two weeks were unexpected. Maybe he could be a dad to her, be someone to look after her as she deserved.

Not only would Hunter learn a lot about being a mercenary, but interacting with children, too.

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Saw looked over the bodies, the stench of burnt flesh searing his nostrils. His face scrunched in rage, practically seizing with pure rage.

"I'm sorry, sir, but none survived," Lorc sighed, shaking his head. "They were all wiped out. Not just that, but the dead trooper's wounds are the same as our departed. Friendly fire, presumably."

"Which damned clone was it?"

"That's the issue. It wasn't a clone; it was a random guy in clone armour," Edrio continued, confusing the man. "We've estimated five to have been shot by precise skills matching a clone. The rest were random people. The damage indicates a distance, probably a sniper."

"I know who did it," Saw spat, looking away from the burned bodies. "And we're going to make him pay for it. I want the Bad Batch; I want the one that killed these people as though they were swine. We'll make him suffer for this."

"He and the empire, sir," Mari agreed, charging her rifle.

Saw would destroy this empire, even if it killed him.

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The farmer was both overjoyed and miserable.

The thief stole food and much of his equipment, most of which she can't replace due to financial struggles. Bossk terrified his Tooka cat, and Wrecker kept bumping his head on the ceiling. Being the second smallest, Boba wasn't concerned with the Toydarian's accommodations.

"Every night, the loth-rat takes more and more. I've set up traps, boobytraps, I even bought a droid, but they stole all of it!" She cried, hovering in distress. "I need them gone. I don't care what you do with them, so long as they leave us be."

"How're you going to pay?" Bossk asked, getting an elbow to the side from Echo. "If you want to afford rations, this is how."

"The local farmers have pitched in. The most we can do is fifteen thousand credits," she sighed, slowly drifting onto a chair. "Our crops haven't done well this year. That war has stripped the galaxy of life; even the planets are too exhausted from it."

"We'll take half," Boba decided, much to Bossk's annoyance. "Lothal's yaim par pirates bal smugglers. Vi ne'waadas eyn sur'haai olar," he added in a strange language, getting a grunt in response.

From the sounds of it, that was Mando'a, the tongue of Mandalorians. Hunter wasn't the best at languages; Tech was more specialised for that.

"By the light of Lothal's moons, you're a blessing to this valley," she whimpered, wiping her eyes. "We wish you luck on this bounty, Fetts."

Plural?

"I'm his uncle," Bossk explained to the confused four, patting Boba's shoulder and glancing at the Toydarian. "We'll make sure that they won't come again."

And so, the quest is on. Find the thief, get paid and get the hell off of Lothal. Omega was happy to be tagging along, asking about boobytraps and the sort. Wrecker picked her up, concerned that she was getting tired from the walking.

Echo would rather have stayed with Highslinger, but walking alone at night wasn't a good idea. Bossk took notice of his hesitancy, snorting for the clone's attention.

"I'm assuming it's all Techno Union?" Echo nodded at the question, the lack of feeling in his 'legs' creeping through his spine. What was left of 'his' spine. "We know a gal who can help with that. She fixes Dengar and Highslinger up after jobs. A friend of Omega's is a friend of ours."

"I'll have to take you up on that. I'd be happier to leave this all back on Skako Minor."

"We can blow it up if that'll ease the anguish."

"Did I hear blow up?" Wrecker interrupted, practically shaking from excitement. "What's going boom?"

"Nothing for now," Echo sighed, shaking his head. "You're going to drop Omega."

"I'm fine!" She assured, gripping onto Wrecker's armour. "Your eyes are pretty."

"Thank you," Bossk said, making a mixture of a chirp and purr in response. "You're a lovely young lady yourself. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, Lil Mega."

Ever since meeting Hunter, things just got better for Omega. She had Clone Force 99 and now Krayt's Claw, an odd but loving family of misfits. They made her feel special, more than just a mere assistant or failed experiment. Bossk talked to her like she was an equal, as did the others.

Being around them only added to the coldness of Kamino. They didn't show nearly the compassion Bossk did, and he'd only known her two days or so. Hunter, Echo, Wrecker and Tech were more family than the Kaminoans ever were, and she wanted it to stay that way.

Even though Crosshair was under the chip, she wanted to get to know him. The lads missed him, and she wanted to know who he really was. Not what the chip made him into or was making him do.

With Boba and his gang, it should be a whole lot easier to help him.

Far away, sitting atop a pile of stones, Fennec lowered her rifle.