#chopper maroon

[daily-ninjago-tcg]

Card of the Day: Sons of Garmadon

German name: Garmadons Motorrad-Gang Featured characters: Zane Julien as Snake Jaguar, Skip Vicious, Ultra Violet, Mr. E, Killow, Chopper Maroon Series 3 Number: LE11 Type: character card - limited edition Alignment: Villain - Sons of Garmadon Power: 108 Attack: 84 Defense: 65 Speed: 88

[juniperjellyfish]

[dirty-bong-water666]

Zoro x Fem!Reader

Drinks!!

Tw- frobin (sorry if you don't like it😭😭), alcohol, gambling, fingering, oral (both recieving), piv, no protection (guys please wrap your willy dont be silly), praise, nicknames

Nami had suggested getting drinks after another big win. So I was stood infront of my vanity on the ship putting on lip gloss. I was in the dress I newly bought. It was a short dark green dress that had strings with rhinestones hanging off the bottom while the straps were rhinestone as well. Not to mention the cute low cut.

Nami stepped into our shared room with Robin. She had a dark maroon dress that had a slit up the leg. "You look hot!" She complimented. I laughed and did a spin for her. "I might take you before Zoro does." Nami teased.

"Stop that." I laughed. "There is nothing between me and Zoro. Now help me find some heels." She rolled her eyes and looked in the closet. Soon finding a pair of white high heels that has rhinestones on the heel. "Cute!" I said snatching them and putting them on.

"Alright let's go everyone else already left!" She said pushing off the ship. We walked to the casino we were going to party at soon arriving.

Nami and I walked to an area to gamble and cheat. We ordered our selves margaritas and began to gamble our hearts away, or bank accounts.

"Nami I'm gonna go relax for a bit." I yelled over the music. Even though she was too caught up to even notice me speaking. I laughed and walked to the booth where Zoro, Robin, and Franky were. I giggled noticing how Zoro l9oked like a third wheel.

Franky was quite obviously flirting with Robin and Zoro was quite literally about to throw up. I took the seat besides Zoro and poured myself some sake. Drinking it quickly.

Franky and Robin walked off to the dance floor leaving me and Zoro by ourselves. "Where did the captain go?" I asked him.

"Him, Chopper, and Usopp just walked off. They're probably eating. And the pervy cook is off with some chicks." Zoro told me.

I laughed and covered my mouth with my hand. "Sounds like the cook." We sat in a comfortable silence for a little while watching as Nami gambled, Robin and Franky dancing, Luffy eating 7 course meals while Usopp and Chopper are passed out on the table beside him, Brook going around making stupid skeleton puns, and Sanji trying to flirt with every girl there.

"Wanna have a drinking contest?" I suggested. I smiled at him. He smirked.

"Your on." He said. He called a waiter over and ordered tons of shots.

I had gotten down at least 5 and himself 7. I was admiring the way his jaw would flex everytime he took a shot. The sight could make me drool. His strong hands gripping the small glasses. Not paying attention I spilled some of the alcohol on my breasts. I groaned and grabbed a napkin to clean it up.

From the corner of my eye I could see Zoro watching me clean my chest. Well really just my chest. At the sight if this I decided to move closer to him. I wrapped my arm around his own and pushed my tits against him. Grabbing another shot and taking it.

Zoro leaned into me close to my eat and spoke. "That looks good on you but it would look way better off." The breath on my ear was hot. I blushed, hard. "How about we get out of here hmm, princess?" The name made me blush even more.

I smirked. "Alright let's get going then Zoro~." I dragged him from his eat and out the casino. I could feel the crews eyes on us as we left.

As soon as we made it to my bed he kissed me deeply. Placing his hands around my waist I wrap my arms around his neck. I kicked off my heels while still making out with the green haired man. He pushes us down on the bed hovering over me. Zoros lips were still connected to my own.

His hand traveled down the sides of my body and to the hem of my dress his hand reached up and pressed against my clothed clit. I moaned into the kiss and gripped his shirt. He pulled away with a smirk. "You like that princess, huh?" He removed my whole dress leaving me in only a pair of underwear and a bra. Ge removed my bra and panties leaving me fully naked infront of him. "Your so pretty, princess." He praised. I blushed and looked away from him. "No need to be shy." He hummed and tilted my face to face his own and connected our lips again. His knee was invetween my thighs and his left hand on my right breast.

He began to kneed my tit and I moaned leading him to enter his tongue into my mouth exploring every corner. His knee pressed against my pussy and I squealed at the pressure.

He pulled away and attacked my neck leaving little marks along my neck. Little moans kept escaping my lips. His lips traveled down my body and he lifted my thighs above his shoulders. Zoro kissed her inner thighs. "What a pretty little pussy." He said before kitten licking me. I moan and my hips buck upwards. He pushes my thighs down to hold me in place and began to attack my pussy with his tongue.

"God... uh- Zoro.. oh!" I moaned out. His tongue was lapping at my clit and his hands were rubbing the sensitive parts of my thighs. He hummed against my clit when I moaned. I could feel my legs twitch and he did it again liking my reaction.

Zoro brought one of his hands to my hole and pushed a finger inside of me. I arched my back and moaned. He began to pump in and out of me quickly. His tongue still working against my clit.

"Zoro I'm- ahh~ g-gonna- hah cum!" I moaned. He pumped his fingers faster and soon brought me over the edge. I was in complete ecstacy as he pulled me through the orgasm. Zoro pulled his face away with my juices all along his face. He smirked and kissed me. I could taste myself on his mouth and moved so I was sat in top of him. "Let me return the favor." I said taking his shirt off.

I then slid down to his pants and began to unbutton them. Pulling them off he was left in boxers. I reached my hand inside and began to stroke his cock feeling how big he really is. "Mmm." He groaned. I smirked and removed his boxers.

When they were off I fully saw his size. Zoro was massive. I didn't think I would be able to fully fit him in my mouth. I spit in my hand and use it to coat his cock. Placing my lips along the tip and swirling my tongue. I pulled away and began to kitten lick his tip.

Zoro getting impatient he pushed my head down his full cock me gagging in the process. I began to bob my head back and forth along his large dick sucking and stroking it. "Y/n.... hahh." He moaned. I couldn't help but hum at the sound of my name leaving his lips. It was so hot.

Not to long after his cock was twitching inside my mouth. He gripped me by the hair and pulled me up. "Can't take this any longer." He groaned. He flipped me onto my stomach with my ass in the air.

He smacked my ass and I moaned. "Princess, are you ready for a reward for being such a good girl." He whispered seductively into my ear. I nodded. "I wanna hear you say it." He rasped.

"Yes I am Zoro." I whined. With one more slap on my ass he slid his tip across my folds. He used my slick as lube and slowly pushed inside of me. "Ohhh~." I moaned as he slid inside. He was huge and wasn't even fully inside of me. After getting all the way in he let pit a breath and stayed still for a moment.

Soon he began to move at a slow but hard pace. Picking up the pace slowly. I moaned his name as he sped up. "God your pussy feels so good Y/n." He purred out. His hands on my hips as he thrusted inside of me.

"Zoro!" I moaned he flipped me around so I was on my back and facing him. He lifted my legs on top of his shoulders and plowed into me.

My mind went hazy as he kept his hard pace. I moved my hips in a circular motion, grinding into him. "Oh my god." I moaned out. My hands were pulling and grabbing at his hair.

Zoros face dipped down to the crook of my neck leaving bite marks along it. "Hah hah y/n." He moaned. His hand moved from my waist to my clit and started to rub.

"Mmmmm!" I whined at the pressure on my clit. His thrust and his fingers were bringing me closer and closet to the edge. "Oh Z-zoro hah mmm I'm s-so close!" I whimpered out.

"Me too, princess." He groaned into my neck. He moved his face and captured my lips in his. Tears were brimming my eyes at the feeling of him pounding me.

"Ahh!" I moaned. I released myself all over his thick cock. Soon after he pulled out and stroked him self till he released on my stomach.

"Hah Y/n." He moaned as he came. The sight could've made me cum myself. The way his face contorted into one of pure bliss. After I sat up and kissed his lips.

"How about a shower then we sleep." I said while embracing him. My bare breast pressed against him. He smiled and inhaled my scent.

"Alright."

---

♡BONUS♡

The rest of the crew were sitting at a table all together now. "So when's a good time to go back?" Asked Usopp.

"In an hour or two." Nami said.

"I can't believe this my beautiful Y/n-swan is with that mosshead." Cried sanji. Luffy laughed at him.

"At least he gets some." Luffy laughed at his own comeback. Which had Usopp dying and Sanji fuming.

[colesstar]

I hqve hqd trouble trying to thibk og q poll thée atf ahy is ny leyboqrd zeird????? FIXED IT I WAS ON THE FRENCH KEYBOARD AGAIN anyways. So this weeks poll is starting on a monday for once because it took me a while to think of another group to do

[babblingeccentric]

Have they shat in a ditch before?

Luffy- yes. Regular part of his childhood.

Zoro- yes. infrequent part of his life since leaving the dojo. On a rare occasion or two happened because he just couldn't find the fucking bathroom.

Nami- No. Lives her life so she never has to.

Sanji- Yes, during the marooning. Outside of that he doesn't even like shitting somewhere without a bidet

Ussop- Not until the two year timeskip.

Chopper- Yes, before he ate his devil fruit. Feels weird about it after because he has learned about all the diseases spread through fecal contamination of water.

Robin- Yes. Neither life on the run nor archeological digs are conducive to consistent access to running water

Franky- Not yet.

Brook- Does he poop? Oda we need a clear answer!

Jinbe- Maybe.

[kalevalakryze]

Scary Whatnow?

Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types  Pairings: Shin Hati/ Sabine Wren, Ahsoka Tano/Hera Syndulla, Baylan Skoll/Morgan Elsbeth, Admiral Holdo/Leia Organa Characters: Shin Hati, Sabine Wren, Hera Syndulla, Ahsoka Tano, Baylan Skoll, Morgan Elsbeth, Garazeb Orrelios, Professor Huyang, Marrok, Admiral Holdo, Hamato Xiono, Grand Admiral Thrawn, Leia Organa  Tags: Spooks and Frights and Gaslights! Bullying, Babysitter Chopper, Jacen Syndulla is Tuckered out behind the scenes, Scary Godmother 2003, Vampires, Werewolves, Monsters, Skeletons, (Is That A Fucking Twink?), Feral Shin Hati, Sabine Wren Needs a Hug, Protective Ahsoka Tano, Protective Hera Syndulla, Alternate Universe - I Don’t Know What To Call This One, No Powers, Marrok Redemption Story, My Little He/Him Lesbian Fart Boy, Vape God Marrok , Graphic Description of a Reanimated Corpse, Violence Notes: For Ahsoka Events; Halloween Party! Based on the 2003 film “Scary Godmother”  Word Count: 5,764 AO3 Link: Here!

Sabine’s boot scuffed against the dirt and leaves piled against the crickety wood to the porch of the old mansion, the rumors around the building were numerous and varying, all the Mandalorian had been able to gather had been some old war General snapping and killing his wife, Skywalker something or another. It was before Sabine’s time, leaving the local kids to fill the gaps in the police reports with all kinds of stories of aliens, ghosts, and small green goblins of all kinds. 

Apparently, it was some kind of tradition to make the new kid on the block offer candy to the spirits that still roamed the halls of the old family home, and Sabine was unfortunate enough to be the newest addition to the small Coruscanti cul-de-sac when Thrawn found out she didn’t have any plans (or friends) that Halloween, he was quick to sink his talons into her calendar. 

Golden eyes flickered back to the group of teenagers by the rusted gate, huffing at the mirth in red eyes Thrawn watched on. “You’re not… scared, are you?” Xiono called, the cardboard of his starship costume creaking as he waved his arms.

“Di’kute…” The young woman grumbled, pointedly ignoring the way Leia and Holdo ganged up on the pilot and the devil to quiet their taunts. Several pairs of feet soon shuffled to join her on the porch, under Leia’s scrutinizing gaze. 

“All together, if you’re going to be a Moof Milker about it, Thrawn,” She scolded as they stomped up the stairs together. 

“Can we get this over with already?” Amilyn called from the back of the group as she worked her way to Leia’s side, purple-painted lips drawn into a pout as she moved to Leia’s side, fingers brushing the cheap felt of the cat tail pinned to black pants. “Some of us have plans tonight,”

“E chu ta,” Sabine huffed, not bothering with the older woman’s reaction to her language as she turned the knob and shouldered the front door open. 

Dust was disturbed from the wooden door creaking against moldy carpet; Sabine had the foresight to tuck her mouth and nose into the dark orange bandana around her neck, smiling to herself at the round of hacking and wheezing coughs from the older kids behind her. 

The floorboards groaned and complained under her feet as she stepped into the entryway, leaving imprints in the shaggy maroon carpet as the gaggle of teenagers pushed onwards. “They say the senator’s spirit still lives in the basement,” Thrawn called in a low whisper as they moved through dilapidated halls, veering out of the way of sagging wallpaper and broken beams the whole way, occasionally reaching with her plastic Nerf revolver to swat away at various webs. 

The basement door sat off the kitchen, bubbling tile warping the floors, where termites ate away at the wooden doorframe, the metal of the dozen padlock brackets just barely holding on to the feeble supports. When Thrawn spoke next, it was from further away, Sabine didn’t have the foresight to notice that the others hadn’t followed them this deep inside, didn’t notice that the moment her hand wrapped around the dirty bronze knob to pull the door open, she was alone. 

The festering lamination of the tiles made it hard to wrench the door open, and there was a gross squish as she finally got it to swing forward on corroded hinges. The smell that floated up to meet her was vile, making her wish she’d followed her gut and snagged her respirator from the garage before she’d left, even if it didn’t go with the costume. 

Something slammed near the front of the house, shaking the whole building; She couldn’t hear anything but the groans of the old house, no shuffling of feet or smacking of lips from Holdo and Organa, not even snickering laughter from Xiono. Fear sparked into her veins in silence. She was no stranger to being alone, or even the prospect of death that hung in the air with the tragedy of the old family legacy. 

Rifling through the cheap leather pouches on her bandolier, Sabine pulled the inexpensive treat from the melty confines of her belt, chucking it down into the abyss with a sigh. 

She wasn’t expecting any kind of spiritual response, the dollar candy bar wouldn’t rewrite the wrongs committed to these people, wouldn’t somehow prevent tragedy worldwide; she was just appeasing some jackass kids so she wouldn’t have to be entirely alone this year, with Tristain going off to some fancy Saxon academy, and her father away for the year for his art. 

Of course, nothing ever seemed to work out the way Sabine thought it would when the foundation of the house rumbled with the predatory sound of a growl rumbling through someone’s chest.

Sabine turned tail immediately, not waiting to stick around when she caught sight of glowing blue illuminated in the basement stairwell, or the quickening thuds of two pairs (?) of feet rushing up the steps. The entire gang was gone, as Sabine made a mad dash for the front door, heartbeat thudding so loud in her ears that she couldn’t make out the exasperation of someone’s voice calling out.

“Ahsoka! Stop! You’re scaring her!” 

Sabine’s hands fumbled with the knob to the front door, twisting and pulling to no avail, she could make out the faint snickering of Thrawn and Xiono on the other side of the wood, and knew they were holding the heavy door shut for whatever prank they were playing; That’s all this was-

Sabine turned to reprimand the older teenagers that decided to play tricks, to kick their asses and show them why you didn’t mess with a Mandalorian; and was stopped dead in her tracks.

Her oppressors, a Twi’lek and a Togruta, were stopped just six feet away. 

From the decaying, rotting, green skin that clung to the remains of a skeleton on the Twi’lek, Sabine was forced to face the fact that maybe these weren’t some special effects majors playing into Thrawn’s games. 

“What the kriff is going on,” She gasped, out of breath and exasperated, unable to get the door open and escape the slow advance of the reanimated corpse and the samurai-coded beast beside her. “Don’t move,” She ordered with a snap, back pressing into the frigid coolness of the door, hands curling into fists as she raised them to defend herself. 

“Hey, hey! It’s okay, we aren’t going to hurt you,” The zombified woman started, holding her hands out in a soothing manner, which may have been the case if it weren’t for the missing and splintered pieces of bone all across her dead hands. 

“I’m,” A mottled elbow into the thin space between rusty armor plates. “We’re your scary godparents,” The Togruta’s growl had finally ceased; her voice was raspy from the continued sound, eyes dulling as they reacquainted with the moonlight pouring in through the dusty paned glass. 

“My fucking what?”

“Told you she wasn’t going to believe you,” The zombie cackled, earning a roll of predatory eyes. 

The Togruta took another step forward; Heart beating faster than her brain, the Mandalorian moved, one foot planting firmly in the squishy carpet as she wound up, sending her fist flying towards the orange woman.

“Mandalorians,” The zombie groaned with a sigh, stepping back just in time for golden eyes to catch the quirk of full lips around bloody fangs, just before the world went black. Her body dropped like a sack of bricks under the Samurai wanna-be’s hand, slotted up under the leather of her vest to press into her pulse points. 

Something wet was sniffing at her arm, fast inhales around flaring nostrils as they moved up her body, too close to her ear.

“Zeb, cut it out, I’m not going to stop her from kicking your ass if she wakes up to you being weird,” 

“What? I’m starving, and you know how good they make food in the West.” A gruff voice whined too close to her ear. 

“She’s Mandalorian, not your weird Wild West barbeque.” The Togruta from earlier chimed in. The sound of a scuffle roused Sabine further from the thick haze of sleep, eyes cracking open to the sight of a hairy, dirty… something being dragged away from her. 

“Aww, come on!” He complained loudly as he was pulled away from his meal, large arms crossing over his chest in a grotesque version of a pout as the orange woman easily manhandled him into another cobweb-ridden couch.

“What the kriff is going on?” Her voice was painfully thick in her mouth, pain spreading noticeably from her jaw. The small gaggle of noise around her came to an immediate halt.

“Lady Tano, I thought you said she would not be awake any time soon,” Someone from behind her chimed in. 

“I also said your read on her was wrong, Huyang,”

Sabine was forcing herself to sit up, blinking away the dizziness that came with the pounding in her head. She’d been knocked out more than enough times to understand by now that she’d been pretty effectively put down. “If someone doesn’t start talking-”

A cold, dead hand settled on her shoulder, freezing her words in her throat as her head turned, reminded instantly of the corpse that had been in her weird, fucked up, apparently not-a-dream memories. “I wouldn’t try that again, kid. Really,”

“Hera, you’re givin’ the kid a heart attack- er… humans still have hearts, right?” The purple…. Thing called from the other couch, rubbing at the thick hair on the back of his neck as he sat up, unsettling orange-green eyes peering almost through Sabine. “You good, kid? Or am I getting dinner tonight?”

“What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck… yeah, and… what the fuck?” Sabine whispered under the attention of three sets of eyes. 

“Hey, that’s no language someone your age should be using!” The zombified Twi’lek reprimanded, though her hand did finally raise from her shoulder to rest back in her lap, the remains of bony fingers picking at what was left of the skin on her hands. “I know this is a lot, and we definitely did not go about this the right way-”

The Togruta was too close, now, though she chose to crowd the corpse instead, large, lively, warm hands encasing pale green comfortingly, almost breathing life back into a long-dead body, Sabine had to tear her eyes away, finding the rooting wood leg of the coffee table to press the scuffed up toe of her boot into, watching the give of the dampened material to avoid the intruding feeling of the mushiness beside her.

“What Hera’s trying to do is apologize on my behalf. How’s your face?” Her fingers linked through green, preventing the Twi’lek from picking at her skin further. “I didn’t expect to lay you out like a baby getting drop-kicked by a gundark.”

“ ‘m fine, but some answers would be nice,” Her fingers raised to prod at what was probably already an ugly bruise, skin twinging under the press against abused flesh. Her elbows planted firmly into her knees, her body doubled over as she studied her still swaying surroundings. “What the kriff is that?”

“Oh, that’s just Huyang,” The zombie, Hera, corrected with a dismissive shrug. The… Huyang must have been a droid, at some point in its existence, though now, it resembled a human skeleton in all the worst ways, with its not-so-internal hardware dangling in the design of organs, caged in by durasteel bones that seemed to barely want to stay attached. Glowing yellow eyes watched her with something like disdain.

“Lady Wren,” The droid creaked out in an echoing voice that grated at her eardrums. 

Sabine’s weight shifted uncomfortably on the couch, hands laying flat against her thighs, wiping sweat from her palms as she tried to subtly inch her hand towards the bowie knife her Buir had given her before he’d left for his tour. 

“Sabine,” The Togruta called, the next thing the teenager knew, a large hand was laying on her hand, halting her slow ascent for her weapon.”If you’d like, I can take you back; I know we didn’t handle this one great;”

“An understatement,” Hera grumbled under her breath.

“Every now and then, a child will be picked, and assigned to somebody on the fright side,” Finally, some answers. Sabine allowed her attention to focus entirely on the almost ethereal woman before her, sinking back into the cushions under the warm press of a large hand against her own; Maybe the woman really was breathing life back into people. “We got you a little late, most of the time, they give us kids that believe in monsters-”

“Like that Ezra kid on Lothal,” Zeb grumbled with a throaty chuckle. “Five years later, still screams like it’s day one,”

“You know Ezra?” Sabine butted it, brows knotting as she glanced between them. 

“He was one of our first contracts; We get sent to kids when they need us most.”

Sabine scoffed, pulling her hand from Ahsoka’s to cross over her chest. “Not all the time,”

“You were very difficult to get a track on, on the other side. Mandalore-” Sabine flinched visibly. “Was never the easiest place to connect to.”

“So what, you’re like a fairy godmother or some Bantha shit?”

A smile cracked the woman’s lips. “Scary godmother, yes. I suppose you may have gotten hit a little too hard to remember...”

A ringing yell startled the Mandalorian as it echoed through the building, “Oh! Royalty’s here!” Huyang called, allowing Sabine a reprieve from the overwhelming presence as she turned to shoulder past him for the front door. “Excuse you, I’ve known Lord Baylan longer,” The droid protested as he was bumped with a hip out of the way.

“Yeah, that probably explains a lot,” Ahsoka remarked teasingly as she pulled several locks from the door.

Leaning towards Hera, Sabine watched the droid and Togruta bickering. “Who is she again?”

“Ahsoka Tano, but your world might know her more as Fulcrum,” The woman replied warmly as her hands twisted together in her lap once more, yellowed nails skirting harmlessly off her skin to both ease the desire to pick at her hands, and to avoid pulling away more skin, for Ahsoka’s sake. 

“Yeah, she eats kids, ya’know,” Zeb husked with a twitch of purple lips, sharp canines peeking past his lips. 

“Garazeb Orrelios, you know that isn’t true.”

The Lasat waved his hand dismissively, pushing himself off the couch with a groan. “Is there any food?” He grumbled, rubbing his stomach as it growled. “I’m starving.”

Sabine met his gaze with daggers of her own as he looked at her, her own lips twitching into a victorious smile as he grumpily looked away under the burning gaze of the woman beside her. “Last year, you annihilated the buffet before half of our guests even arrived!” The droid called, glowing yellow eyes narrowing as he rolled up a paper plate to smack the Lasat on the arm.

“Kids,” Ahsoka chided as she stepped through the open archway that divided the living room from the main house. “Best behavior,”  

Behind her stood a towering figure that demanded more attention than any of the variety of beings in the home. White hair with equally pale skin, eyes redder than sin itself, and a jawline that could cut ancestral beskar.

Next to the strange man, a much shorter woman stood, poised in a similar way that demanded her attention. Her hair, brown and blonde and peppered with grey, was pulled into tight, intricate braids across the top of her head. Black ink wove together to create half-moons in her skin, namely, at the base of her head, though Sabine could see the tip of more ink breaching out across her chest, under the blood-red silk wrapped around her frame.

Tucked behind them both stood a blonde teenager, lanky and brooding, hands shoved into the dark leather wrapped around their waist, style taking on a minimal earth tone compared to the two adults closing them in. Choppy blonde hair was adorned with a braid and a green gem woven into the strands where it fell past her collarbone. 

Really, the group looked almost like the most normal ones there, besides the lone human brought into the fold. When the man smiled to the room, Sabine felt unease stir, warm lights reflecting off the tip of sharp, white fangs. 

Her ears rang, too loud to hear the shorter woman as she greeted the others, but again, golden eyes didn’t miss the similar set of fangs in her mouth. “ ‘think I need to go,” She half grumbled to Hera as she shot to her feet, feeling eyes settling on her that made her queasy. “Bathroom?”

“Down the hall, here,” Hera tried to point her in the right direction, though Sabine was only half paying attention as she stumbled across the expanse of the living room and to the hall.

“Going somewhere?” The voice was light, haunted with hunger, hidden in the false intentions of genuine interaction. 

Golden eyes raised to meet sanguine, bristling under the memory of a man draped in black, a man who’d chased her people from their homes and left drained corpses in his wake. “Far away from you,” Sabine hissed, trying to shoulder past the blonde. She could hear the grumble of the adults in the room at the end of the hall, and knew that even their proximity could not save her if this vampire desired; she’d seen the stories, knew what had happened to her uncle Paz, right in front of Mandalore’s ruler. 

“Shin,” A strong voice called from the end of the hall. It was the man from earlier, another bloodsucker. His frame took up the entire hall, yet, he did not seem over-imposing, even offering Sabine a look of almost sympathy. “She is not from this world, you must remember to play nice.” 

Red eyes looked her up and down once, twice, and once again before realization dawned on the teenager’s face. “You’re a human?” They questioned in morbid curiosity, brows pinching together as she stepped back.  They looked to Baylan with uncertainty, though the slow dip of his head seemed to convey his silent confirmation. 

“What the fuck else would I be?” Sabine shot back, heckles still raised even as the vampire regarded her with a morbid curiosity

“A pain in the ass, apparently,” They grumbled, lips twisting sourly at the sharp red gaze of who, Sabine could only assume, was their father, sent her way. 

“Shin, come. Leave Sabine Wren to her devices, Marrok is due to arrive shortly,” His hand extended to the young vampire, who bowed her head in turn and stepped readily to his side. 

Sabine released a slow breath as her path was reopened, only nodding her mild appreciation to the Vampire Lord for the save, before pushing bodily into the creaky door of the bathroom. 

The mirror was dirty and streaky, with green and brown lines seemingly permanent across the glass, distorting the woman in the mirror as she stepped into it. 

Ahsoka really did deal a number on her, the olive skin around her jaw was mottled with purple, blue, and green blossoming across her jaw in a morbid canvas. “Karabast,” She groaned, turning her head this way and that with a frown. That was going to be a hard one to explain… or not, since Thrawn and Xiono practically trapped her in the Skywalker’s home; Hell, maybe she was even going to wake up and find out she just fell down the stairs.

When Sabine swung the door open, she jumped at the sight that met her. A man, towering over her like the Vampire had, with a murky aurora and a helmet covering his entire face from view. Wisps of green smoke filtered from the mask as he seemingly stared listlessly at her. 

“Fuck!” She jumped, shoulder smacking painfully into the doorframe as she smacked into it to get around him. “E Chu Ta!” She spouted as adrenaline filled her veins, urging her hurried steps down the hall, contrasting the slow, purposeful steps he took to follow her. 

Back in the living room, Sabine made quick work of getting Ahsoka between the daunting figure and herself, even reaching to fist her fingers in the fabric of the cloak that sat around her shoulders. “Marrok, down boy,” She teased with a soft laugh as his steps slowed to a halt. “You’re scaring her this time,”

“I am not scared,” The Mandalorian disagreed vehemently, brows pinching in annoyance as she peered around the predatory warrior’s shoulder, allowing the Togruta to shield her from the ghastly figure’s gaze. 

Marrok shifted to meet her eyes again, The Mandalorian bared her teeth, shoving her hand into her pocket and whipped out the pocket flashlight that her mother had made her grab before leaving. The light shined into his face, yellow-white peering into a mask… except, there was no face, or eyes, or anything solid to be seen through the small slit. 

“What the fuck?” It was quickly becoming her favorite phrase, at least, in this weird… Monster House. 

“Eh, that’s just Marrok,” The Lasat called as he stuffed a handful of candied meiloorun into his mouth, chewing loudly as he lounged next to Baylan, seemingly undisturbed by the vampire Lord’s disturbed gaze. “He’s a fart,” 

“Why hasn’t she come out yet?” Leia called, worrying at the skin of her lip as she peered towards the door. They’d heard Sabine pounding on it almost an hour ago, when Thrawn was insistent on holding it closed despite the Mandalorian’s best efforts. 

“You don’t think something might have actually been in there…” Holdo started, brows furrowing up at the gloomy porch, kicking the toe of her shoe into the overgrown grass. 

“Trick or treating is almost done, Thrawn, can’t we just leave her here?” Xiono complained, hooking his thumb under the nylon strap keeping his costume up, shifting the weight where it pressed against his shoulders. 

“No,” Thrawn hissed, resting his chin against his knuckles as red eyes flickered across the building. 

“This isn’t funny anymore,” Xiono shook his head, arms crossing over his chest and crinkling the cardboard tubes of one of his turrets in his pout. 

“We’ll go in and get Wren, then.” He decided ultimately, brushing fuzz from the cheap blue horns on his head. “Organa, you lead,” The young Alderaanian glared at him, but still bravely forged on to the front door.

It took time for Sabine to calm down and get into the vibe of the party, but between the different monsters, she found that they were genuinely more fun to hang out with than any of the friends she’d made in the city so far, except for maybe Ketsu, but she moved. 

Shin sidled up to her with a minor look of disgust pulling at her normally impassive features. “My parents are necking again,” She explained, red eyes casting towards the corner; the sight of the towering man practically folded over his wife was almost comical, though Sabine cringed sympathetically.

“Gross,” 

“So what is a human doing at the fright night party this year?” They were turned towards her fully, arms crossed over the grey angular tunic across her chest.

“Really? I have no clue. Went into an abandoned house, got decked in the face,” Sabine nodded her head towards Ahsoka with a sheepish smile, though her demeanor faltered when gloved hands rose to her face. “What are you..?”

Shin stilled, seemingly surprised by the way they were reaching out for Sabine with two fingers. Brows pinching, they forged forward, until the cool leather of her gloves brushed across the bruised skin of her jaw, skin covering the blossom of blood beneath the surface. Sabine watched with bated breath, weight shifting between her feet as the blonde finished her inspection in silence. “Why would you go into an abandoned building?” They questioned, breath just above a whisper, head cocking cutely to the side in a way that didn’t make butterflies flutter in the Mandalorian’s stomach. 

“Just a stupid kriffing dare,” Sabine grumbled, stepping away from the wall she’d made herself at home against to drop down into one of the open couches, tucking her feet up under her as her lips twisted into a scowl. The young vampire perched on the cushion on the opposite end, fingers twisting up the woolen fabric of her kama where it came to rest at their knees. “They wanted to ‘trap’ me in the house to see how scared I’d get,” Her eyes rolled as she sunk back into the couch, arms crossed moodily over chest. 

“Have you considered revenge?” Shin questioned, eyes narrowed dangerously as the tight-knit group of party-goers not so subtly listened into their conversation.

The Mandalorian scoffed pathetically. “Try going against Thrawn? Alone? Might as well move into massacre mansion alone,” 

“There is…. Another way,” Huyang perked up, looking between his companions with something as close to devilish mirth as a neutral droid face could muster.

“Revenge is groovy,” Baylan remarked, thumbs awkwardly extended as he glanced at the younger compatriots to their grand scheme. 

“This is so embarrassing, I could just live.”  Shin’s face dropped into her hands, groaning at the laugh that bubbled past Sabine's lips, freely into the night as everyone began brainstorming the best revenge. 

“Alright, Thrawn, stop playing around, where is she?” Leia demanded as her flashlight cast shadows across the walls, eyes narrowed in growing frustration as she followed the imprinted footsteps across old carpet. 

“How am I supposed to know?” He hissed back, following the tracks with a contemplative look. “Sabine was not the only one in here,” He declared, following the dirt tracks into the old kitchen, where the basement door was wedged open. 

“Are you sure this is going to work?” Sabine whispered, staring up at Shin as the vampire’s fang pressed into their pale wrist, painting dark blood across the shorter woman’s forehead and chin as she went.

“I find your lack of faith disturbing,” They grumbled lowly, tongue poking past their lips as she worked in the dark, making Sabine out to look as roughed up as possible. “Though it would be easier if you let me take a bite,” incarnadine eyes followed the path of her jugular, hidden beneath layers of skin that made her teeth itch to think about. 

Before Sabine could reply, Shin’s hand was pressing into her mouth, body covering Sabine’s as she was shoved back up against the wall. “Game time,” They husked into her ear, eyes flickering back to signal the advancement of her peers. 

Their hand carded through her hair harshly, though the restraint was tangible as they ‘forced’ Sabine’s head back. “Hey!” She shouted as the gaggle of teens passed, shoving harshly against Shin as she reached for her belt, where her flashlight was tucked into easy reach.

Noticing the struggle, Holdo and Leia were the first to rush to her aid. “Get off of her!” Leia shouted, yanking on the vampire's shoulder to break them apart. Even knowing the plan, the hunger that took over Shin’s face scared even Sabine, frozen for a millisecond as the blonde turned to advance on her four ‘saviors.’

Slipping the flashlight from her belt, Sabine flashed it at the side of Shin’s head, fighting off the smile on her lips from the overdramatic way the other teenager flung themselves back, trying to avoid the light as her arm raised to shield sensitive eyes from overbearing light. 

Their back hit the wall next, shrinking into the cape around their shoulders with fangs bared, their own blood still smeared against their lips to create a horrifying visage. “What are you waiting for?! Run!” She shouted to the group, forcing her own feet to move, shoving into Thrawn and Xiono to kickstart the process. 

Bursting from another hall came the towering figure of Baylan, fury in his eyes as he looked between his crumpled daughter and the frantic teens. Morgan moved swiftly between him and the doorframe to step in their path, the pair all but closing them in as more activity started in the house. 

With lightning speed, Sabine flashed the light to shine against the predatory creatures of the night. Like mother-like daughter, Morgan dramatically fell back into Baylan, knocking him off balance and sending both vampires careening to the floor with a loud thud. “Don’t stop!” She shouted again, thighs burning as they scrambled through the winding halls of a half-deconstructed building, fighting to find the exit. 

Again, a predatory growl seemed to permeate the structure of the home, the rumble from the Togruta’s chest casting across the halls, overpowering the sound of the group's feet as they raced down the back stairwell. Thrawn stopped, eyes searching in a way that was almost frantic as Ahsoka prowled closer. 

Before he knew it, a hand shot through the drywall, green and decaying, bones scraping against the rough material of his jacket, blue-hued blood staining the fabric in a way Sabine knew would eventually blend into the blue devil costume he’d donned that day. 

Sabine threw herself into the green forearm, wincing internally at the crack; Apparently, the zombified Twi’lek wouldn’t be hurt, and reattaching the limb was an easy process, Sabine just had to trust that her impact wouldn’t ruin the recovery, as the woman’s arm gave way under her body weight, snapping with a sickly wet sound before going limp again the door. “You need to keep moving,” She hissed darkly in Thrawn’s ear, shoving him through his paralysis as the growling grew nearer. 

The next stop on their haunted escape room tour was be the dining hall; Sabine wound up running into Leia’s back and stumbling, hand shooting out to catch herself on the table. In front of the only entrance, the ghastly form of Marrok stood to greet them. He was silent, now, but green smoke poured from his mask like a machine at a cheap Imperial Academy dance. 

If he’d scared her before, seeing him in his prime was enough to put genuine fear in her bones. His fingers flexed around nothing as the empty helmet gaped at them, though when he took his first step forward, Sabine shoved between Organa and Holdo, once again shining the flashlight into his face.

This time, instead of finding amusement in her actions, Marrok froze, the leather of his suit bubbling grossly, like the flooring in the kitchen, before he popped like a swollen balloon, green mist escaping into the air, just to be swept back into the dark, leaving only his helmet behind. “Is he dead?” Xiono questioned, weight shifting awkwardly as he tried to hide himself behind Thrawn.

“How about we don’t stick around to find out,” Sabine hissed as the growling grew closer. “There’s the door,” Once again shoving harshly at their backs, Sabine herded the group back into the entryway. If the portrait of the old Senator moved to watch Leia pass by it, the Mandalorian heeded it no mind, heralding everyone to the door. 

“It won’t budge!” Thrawn called, his brows furrowing as he pulled on it. Through the darkness of the glass window, Sabine saw an outline of a skeletal droid, and knew Huyang was offering revenge in the simplest form his morality would allow. 

“Gotal’ad, you’re a dink!” She hissed, shoving past him to tug on the knob. Brass gave easily under her hand, though she swung the door inwards slow enough to give the droid on the other side a chance. 

“Sabine!” Leia called, turning with eyes widened in fear; Ahsoka stood at the end of the entryway, eyes narrowed and fangs bared, muscles taut like a predatory ready to jump on its prey.

“Get out of here!” She shoved the others behind her, stepping forward to meet Ahsoka halfway. 

Before her first connected, she saw a sparkle of mirth in the Togruta’s eyes; It wasn’t a hard hit by any means, but the woman played it off perfectly, crumpling to the ground the moment the Mandalorian’s fist hit her face. 

Sabine turned, kicking out the toe of her boot to swing the door closed one last time. “Are you okay?” She whisper yelled, crouching down beside the woman.

“Hey, you heard Lord Baylan, revenge is groovy,” A toothy smile crossed her face as she forced herself to sit up, the other monsters started slowly making their way into the entry way. 

“Well. That was… Wizard.” Morgan commented as she brushed off her robes, pointedly ignoring the look of utter disgust and horror that crossed the blonde’s face. 

“You better get out there, Lady Wren,” Huyang spoke up, lifting Marrok’s helm from the floor and holding it out until the green mist shot back into the room and swirled inside it, returning the monster to his corporeal form. 

“Will I…” Golden eyes flickered around the room; To Hera, who was straightening her broken arm and flexing her fingers to be sure she was working again, Baylan, who was fussing over the incision Shin had bitten into their arm for the blood, Morgan, still laughing at her joke, Huyang and Marrok, being general terrifying, and Ahsoka, still sat on the floor, rubbing at the blossoming bruise on her cheek.

“Will I ever see you guys again?” She asked finally, scuffing her boot into the carpet and averting her eyes. 

“Of course!” Hera stepped forward, cold hand resting on Sabine’s shoulder. “Ahsoka, do you have the key?”

“I thought you had it?” She teased, reaching into a pouch on her belt to produce a small key. “Fit this into *any* door, and you’ll be home.” Ahsoka handed it up to Sabine, letting the purple-haired woman turn it around in her hands for a moment. “We’ll always be here when you need us, but right now, I believe they need you.” 

Through the door, Sabine could hear Xiono shouting. “Nuh-uh! I am not going home without the Mandalorian,” 

When the door forced open again, Thrawn was met with the sight of Sabine standing over the ‘corpse’ of the venomous Togruta, and nothing more. “Lady Wren, would you do us all a favor and see us back to our dwellings?”

Staring down at Ahsoka, she caught the twitch of the woman’s lips. “Yeah, let’s go,” She turned, folding the key into her pocket as she pulled her flashlight back out. “I’ll keep you safe, Thrawn.”

Translations: Di'kute - Idiots (Mando'a) E Chu Ta - along the lines of 'fuck you' (Huttese)

[jinxed-ninjago]

wait the Sons of Garmadon know Cole is Cole by the time he starts singing Glow-Worm to annoy them, but right before that Chopper Maroon calls him Dangerbuff. why

[ask-a-meister]

chopperpirate submitted to ask-a-meister:

Chopper found this city and the school he wandered into to be rather odd. The students were quirky from what he saw, and quite frankly, fun. A lot of their personality traits reminded Chopper of the numerous characteristics of his charming pirate crew. It helped to make the pain of being separated from his surrogate family a little less obvious. In fact, it made the stinging wound of isolation practically nonexistent in the presence of these students and teachers. He might just enroll here if possible. Of course, being an anthropomorphic reindeer did make him hesitant to approach the students of this establishment. He was roughly the size of a toddler, 90 cm (2'11½"), rather than being a human-sized beastman. This usually didn't endear him to others, but instead, made them think of him as a demonic abnormality. Of course, this place seemed less superstitious than his village. As the boy walked down the hallway, just as classes were ending for the day at this school, his hooves made a squeak with every step that connected with the ground. His scrawny arms and legs didn't seem that exhausted despite how weak they made him look, and how long he had wandered around the city up until that point. He made sure that his maroon pants were clean, as well as the small, blue backpack and pink fuzzy hat that he wore. The fur on his exposed torso didn't have much dirt on it, which was good to show that he was a little more civilized than a wild animal. Finally, Chopper spotted someone. An adorable blonde-haired girl with an almost perpetual looking smile on her face. How fortunate for him! She didn't seem much older than him, if at all, and something about the look of her blue eyes told Chopper that she was not going to be afraid of his abnormalities. With an excited grin on his own face, Chopper walked over to the girl, hoping that he had not come at an inconvenient time. Stopping in front of the blonde-haired weapon, Chopper lifted his head to make proper eye contact. Hopefully, the student was already aware of his presence, but due to her severe ADHD, that may not have been the case. In spite of Chopper's size, two things were likely to catch her attention. His bright blue nose and the brace on his left antler which held it together after a certain injury. Chopper's smile never faded as he reached his small hoof forward and placed it upon the hyperactive girl's knee, hoping she would look down at whatever touched her. "Excuse me~!" Chopper sang aloud, hoping to instantly warm her heart. He had a feeling that if he was happy, it might infect her own emotions with the same type of optimism.

Patty had been in the hallway for quite some time--all because Kid just had to arrive at school super early. Given how long it took him each morning to get into proper order, and given that he refused to come to class without both of his weapon partners, Patty and her sister Liz had the misfortune of having to accompany him just as the sun had risen. 

But this morning, there was plenty of talk around campus to keep Patty busy, namely about an odd creature spotted in Death City. And what kept this talk going was that no one could quite agree on just what exactly they saw. Was it a bear cub? Some students thought what they saw was a short-ear rabbit. A few said it was a raccoon dog--which Patty noticed seemed to make her classmate Kim nervous. 

Patty was now racking her brain, trying to figure out just what all of these people thought they saw, if they actually saw anything at all and weren’t just making it up, or weren’t high as a kite (in which case, Patty wanted to know who was dealing). All that the animals described had in common were a rather small size and a lot of fur--soft, soft, cuddly fur, Patty imagined, as she started to absently-mindedly pet the invisible air as if she was holding this unidentified creature. 

“You worry me sometimes, Patty,” her older sister Liz said. She had been leaning against the lockers and just finished filing a nail, now checking it against her other fingers. “I’m going to go powder my nose, then we can head to class, alright?” 

“Okay, Big Sis! Have a good poop!” 

Liz grimaced before heading to the restroom. 

Left alone with her thoughts, Patty started going through a mental rolodex of all the animals this new creature could be. “Aardvark? No, then it wouldn’t be able to read. Bonobo? Not hairy enough. Oh! I got it! Maybe it’s a--” 

“Tap tap.” She heard something knock against her knee. 

“Eh?” She looked left and right--before realizing to look down at her knee. 

And that’s when she saw him. 

Patty stared at Chopper. She studied him up and down, observing his features: “Antlers? Bright blue nose? Antlers? Hooves? Antlers? ANTLERS? ANTLERS?!!” 

She hoisted Chopper up, lifting him over her head. “CARIBOU!” she shouted, her eyes bright, a huge smile stretching across her face. “CUUUUUUUTE!” 

[verashalurks]

I know this is like dying but I’ve waited so long to post this cuz I wanted to get as much as I can but since I haven’t seen another alternate m*leven ship name in forever, I’ve decided to post all the alternate m*leven ship names I’ve seen.

milkvan

macarena

mumble

miley cyrus

melvin 

milkshake

mitochondria 

Keke waka 

milkdud

Misaligned Fallopian Tubes

machine gun

milkcurd

mildew

milkman

moonshine

menstruation

midleven 

Macroeconomice

microwave

Macadamia nut

monkeyvenom

masturbation

mythology

Minotaur

malware

malnutrition

Minecraft mobs

moon landing conspiracy

margerine

murmers

milkyway 

mcchicken

monsoon

melted marshmallows

mango

maroon 5

Of Mice and Men

Madagascar

Marty McFly

melville

Milk of Magnesia 

Milkwaukee

Milkchocchip

M-1 Rifles

Meerkats

Mlvn

M&Ms

McDonalds

McVans

Milehighclubs

Mitskivans

Mychemicalromance

Monsterhighs

Millennials

Malnourished Skin

Mona Lisa

Mushroom Raviolis

MK-16

Mascara

Monoclonal Antibodies

Mamma mia

Mealworm

messenger

mentoses

milkweed

microbe

mimetite 

morsels

mozzarella sticks

milkchicken

minestrone

macaroni

Methamphetamine

Markiplier

milkbag 

machine gun kelly

zoo wee mamas

Milevensies

molotov

mismatches

mandalorian

mildred

magdalena bay

milulu

Milkmaids

minimum wages

mailman

malt vinegars

moshimonsters

mids

mocha monsters

Marley and Me

Mitosis

three musketeers

milkshit

Miranda Sings

motorola

mobility exercises

Malnourished Foreskin

miscellaneous

McNuggets

microfungus

minnie mouse

millipede

milkmonsters

monkey ooh ooh ah ah

martians

milquetoast

Manicure

milkbone 

Meryl Streep

macadamias

Maple Syrup

mildew

multivitamins

mascarpone

mikeisdefinitelyisdefinitelyahetrosexual

magnesium

magician

mickey mouse clubhouse

Macaulay Culkin

Molotov Cocktail

meatball choppers

milky cereal cup

monkey see monkey do’s

meth lab

millyrocks

Milklovers

midvans

mac and cheese

mindflayer

Marvin martians

malteesers

minivan

MilkTit

milk and cookies

milklords

Tickle Me Elmos

minnions

mad mothers

mariposa

Milkbag

mitskivan 

Mucinex

mixed signals

Milkytitty

mighty morphin power rangers

🥛🚚

Milkvillains

Mosquito bites

Mug cakes

Moldy milks

micropenis

maggots

Machupichu

mephistopheles

malted milk

musculoskeletal

Mcdonald's happy meals

moose mooses

macaroni n cheese

maternity leave

moustache mountain

mocha cake a la goldilocks

Mcstuffins

Mcmuffin

Nickleback

MonkeyBall

mistletoes

moo moo

microphone

master of puppets

middleman

Monster of Men

Melted Cream Cheese

milkythooth's

meltdowns

mosh pits

Mikinam 

Megatron Titty

MontyPhyton

malaria

michigans

malibubarbie

Mockingbird

Machine Gunner

Milkbone

Milftits

Mcflurry

mangos

metric system

milkydudes

milk cartons

milklevel

Milan champions league

mcladdles

mustard

malfunctioning minotaurs

moaning myrtle

meep city

mount vesuvius

millyrocker

mango salsa 

milkspill

Mitochondrial Disease

m'leven

michigan

Machine Gunner

Maybelline

Mascot

Moldy Mozzarellas

malt powder

machine gun kelly

Manila papers

Merlin’s Beard

mackerel

Moldymilk

mariachi

mein kampf

melevenene

Miku

mediocre meat loaf

Mambo Jambos

Microscope 

my little pony

Menstrual cup

Mothman 

Megamind

Msg

Marvins 

Mesopotamias

Meralco

misanthropic villains

Mishawaka

Moldy bread

Marsupials

Marvin

Melon rinds

Moondance

Moldy macaroni

Magical miscarriages

Mauled maggots

Machine gunners

Moscova

Mondays

Momento Morí

mitochondrion

Megatron

Misused toilet

meeting micky mouse

melatonin deficiency

Minions

Milkovitch

Manly-man

McLovin It

Mexico

milkytruck

molars

Married Salamanders

mister mustard

Mario Kart

Mouse rat

marshal mathers

militia

milebin

Mewtoo

Margaritas

Mick Jagger

Elr 

Milkwaffers

Milkweven

Mud Stain

Mileperson

milerescent

Milanese

Manatee Turd

Magistrate

Mario run

Mint-chip icecream

Milkwaffers

Microsoft

miléveune

Mesothelioma

Moomoos

matchstick

malteser

morallysus

Macronutrient 

Miel

Milanese

milkies

Microsoft11

mineral water

multiplier

Mario Kart Wii

mild salsa

Minnesota

motorcycle

Minecart

Maltodextrin

muffin mans

Midlife crisis

Mortadella

Matcha

Microdickvan

Mac & cheese

Middle aged vans

Super Mario 64

Metamorphosis

Malcom in the middle

Magic Mike

711

Marijuana

mozzarella

Microbial virus

MySpace

Materasso Eminflex

microsoft software protection platform

Micheal Jackson

Mistyped

Miscarriage

Magnetic dipole

Marble Countertop

Michelin star

Milkkawaii

Mathematics

Microgodzilla

Milkchunk

milktruck

malooban

Masachussets Institute of Technology

Mango Juice

Mary had a little lamb

Menthols

Mark of Athenas

mendocino

milwankas

[senseigarmfan]

FAMILY REUNION.

a grey siblings au small fanfic by charmcaster ! takes place during the events of lego ninjago season 9: hunted. (writers note: please be nice, this is my first time writing a fanfic here! i think it’s good and i’m sure others will like it!)

The Resistance, most of them were elemental masters. Amber, Poison, Mind, Metal, Light, Speed . . . and . . .

Shadow.

That’s who was going to show up and fight, Shade, the elemental master of Shadow. He used his powers sneaking into the shadows of where the S.O.G roamed across the building, taking out a few goons, he made his way up more stories until he reached . . . there.

Ultra Violet was recording her show, ‘Ultra Hunt,’ the sudden noise made her flinch causing her to fall down from the platform she stood on. Skip Vicious and Chopper Maroon gasped, “It’s one of them, don’t worry! We got this!” But as soon as they brought their fists and weapons up, Ultra Violet stepped forward her sai in her hand. “Oh, yeah! She’s gonna beat him up!” Getting a clear view of who it actually was, she dropped her sai, letting the weapon fall making a loud metal clank. Chopper Maroon cheered, “okay! fists!yeah!” Ultra Violet slowly made her way toward Shade, stepping closer and close but what she did next was unexpected . . .

She wrapped her arms around him tightly, though he was taken aback by the sudden gesture, he calmly hugged back. Ultra Violet wanted to cry but she couldn’t, that would ruin her reputation. Shade could tell she missed him, he could tell she just wanted to break down because she missed her older brother. “I’m sorry . . .” She spoke, eyes getting teary, shaking. “It’s okay . . . I’m here.” The older sibling rubbed her back as she let go of the embrace, eyes wet from the tears, Shade sighed. Chopper Maroon and Skip Vicious slowly exited the room making sure Ultra Violet couldn’t spot them.

“Why aren’t you mad ? Why aren’t you angry at me ?” Ultra Violet asked, getting upset again. “Vi, you’re a criminal, you’ve done things that are terrible . . . but you’re my family. And family and friends always comes first.” He smiled at her, “I—I love you, Shadey. One last hug before you go?” Ultra Violet asked, opening her arms up.

“Okay, Vi.” He gave her a hug, Ultra Violet buried her face into his shoulder, making a small pouting noise. Shade could tell that something was wrong, sure she missed him, but there was more to it. “Hey . . . Vi ? Is something wrong ?” He asked and the other shook her head, a lie. She wasn’t okay. “. . . Please, Vi. Tell me, tell your big brother what’s going on.”

Her face still in his shoulder, she finally fully broke down in tears, “I—I don’t want you to leave! Please! Please . . . I’m sorry for crying. I’m sorry.” She said, shaking, this was met by Shade gently handing his sister a dirty yet adorable teddy bear. “You remember him, don’t you? Mr. Fluffy, the stuffed bear from your childhood that I got you ?” Ultra Violet nodded. “So, whenever you feel lonely and I’m not here, you can have this for comfort.”

The biker held the teddy bear in her arms, it’s been so long since she held it. She felt safe. “T-Thank you.” Shade made his way to the door but stopped before he made his exit. “Vi?” He said, “Yeah?”

“It’s okay to be scared, it’s okay to cry.”

Hearing those words, she broke down, falling to her knees.

[nifft]

Hell was quite the astounding place! Not only were the famous tourist attractions and sights here, but the actual individuals ranged from human to monstrous to utterly cursed. Some out-of-towners were even vampires and immortals from royal families. Chopper never thought he would see such an astounding thing as another realm, but after about a week of being here, he already felt amazed. Ironically, he was one of the unusual sights that most would feel surprised by.

Walking down the street, the toddler-sized, bipedal reindeer wondered when he would find an interesting person to interact with. Anyone could see that he looked like a cartoonish reindeer rather than a typical sinner. Perhaps he was not approached yet out of caution by the local people.

A small squeak emitted from Chopper’s hooves with each step. As he walked, he let out a sigh, the wind blowing the brown fur on his exposed torso. The pain of boredom seemed to dull his physical exhaustion, which one could tell was there, as his maroon colored shorts had a bit of dirt on them. It was likely from a brawl or some other type of outdoor activity. Given the location, perhaps Chopper was merely defending himself. Judging from the brief moment of sighing, his voice seemed to be soft, reminiscent of a child’s. He didn’t sound older than an eleven year old.

Chopper finally wandered right into the infamous Hazbin Hotel, humming softly as he walked down to the front desk. If nothing else, a hotel could be a good base of operations for his crew. "Hello?" With a welcoming smile, he hoped not to scare off whoever was in the building with him.

The rest of the hotel was empty at this time, with the rest of the staff and patrons off participating in one of Charlie's redemption activities elsewhere. Like usual, Niffty had been invited to join, but cleaning put her mind at ease, and it wasn't often she could go all out with no one else to pick up after along the way.

There was a brief reaction of disappointment upon hearing the stranger's voice, though as she rounded the corner into the lobby, that feeling was quickly left behind. She truly did love meeting new people, so any negative thought would be short-lived in this instance.

"Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!" She called out in a cheery greeting as she approached the small reindeer. She carried with her a broom that was almost as tall as herself, seeming to have forgotten that it was still in her hands. She had clearly been sweeping just moments before.

"Ooooh wow, you're tiny, aren't you?" Niffty didn't have much of a filter. Sometimes, it found her trouble, but that never led to her thinking twice about her words. Once she reached Chopper's side, she reached to pat the large hat upon his head, "I dont usually meet other shorties around here!"

[writersmilex]

Chopper Dave: Headcanons

(Dave is my favourite side character)

Art by Shttea from Newgrounds

- You watch through binoculars, as a helicopter crashes into the grey desert Leaving a trail of black smoke in the maroon sky.

- Out of concern for the Pilot. You approach the wreckage and go look for a pilot.

- You find him, severely wounded, stuck in the wreckage. You pull him out and drag him to safety, just before the crashed helicopter explodes.

- The mysterious pilot is unconscious, his injuries need attention ASAP. Back in your little cabin located on the outskirts. You place the pilot on your sofa and tend to all these wounds. The gashes and burns need the most attention, the bruises will heal on their own.

- Dave comes to a warm-feeling room. Stiff and aching from his healing wounds. He tries to sit up, mumbling about his chopper. To him the world is spinning, he holds his head to try and make it stop.

- His vision clears and he sees you standing over him, a look of relief on your face. "wh-who are you." His voice is hoarse as he groans, speaking hurts his chest. What happened to him?

- You explain to him that you rescued him from the burning helicopter and pretty much saved his life. Dave is still very much disoriented and fell back asleep quickly.

- You nursed the pilot back to health. And he was forever grateful for your help. "You saved my life! How could I possibly repay you?" He says. You say he should resume whatever quest he had going on at the moment. And you send him on his way.

-A few weeks later, you sometimes still think about that mysterious stranger you rescued. Too bad that you never got his name before he left... Maybe you'll see him sometime again.

- You had a lot of problems with bandits lately. And you had no choice but to leave your humble home and go to the city.

Acquaintance____

- Once in the city, you had to look for work and a place to stay. Luckily you found a raising empire that needs recruits and you signed up.

- You got recruited and you got work, a place to stay. And a new purpose to live. After some training. You're ready to go on a mission together with the Boss.

- At the helipad, you spot a familiar face. It's the pilot that you rescued a month ago. And he seems to recognize you as well.

- "oh my god! It's you, it is so good to see you!" He runs up to you and gives you a quick hug. The two of you catch up and you learned that his name is Dave. Dave is really happy with you joining the same cause as him. That way he can repay you for what you have done for him!

- The friendship was a little rocky at first because the both of you were quite busy and didn't have much time to talk with each other.

- Much later, once you completed your training. You occasionally walk up to the helipad and chat with Dave.

- Sometimes while on the way to a mission, you ask a question about the helicopter. Not the best question to ask. Because once you ask about the airborne vehicle, he won't shut up about it.

- Before the two of you reunited, Dave told many people about his story. And the supposed saviour he owes a debt. He has the scars to prove it! Too bad he didn't know your name back then, he would have preached to it.

- Dave loves to talk, he can tell stories for hours if there is nobody to stop him. Usually, while he's flying you somewhere, He's talking about random subjects that come to mind.

- He always wishes you good luck as he drops you off on your mission.

Platonic____

- Most of the time when you return from a mission with Boss. You stop to catch up with Dave and talk about the mission with him as he always seems interested in whatever happened on your mission.

- It has become a ritual of sorts. After every mission you go on, you meet up with Dave before continuing your day. Dave gets worried if you don't show up after a mission, if you got wounded he understands that needs attention first.

- He recommends you to certain people who need mercenaries. Someone mentions that they need something from somewhere, but most of the time you're willing to accept these jobs just for the cash.

- Depending on how long the mission is, Dave will grow concerned the longer you're away on missions. He was always relieved to see you come back eventually,

- He still feels he owes you something, but he is not sure how he could repay with the little he has. The best he can do is be there for you as a friend, and give you money for better weapons and armour.

- As much of a chatterbox as Dave is, he loves to hear about your day over a cup of tea. He loves it when you get in the zone and start to chat his ears off, he only doesn't like it when you talk about the dangerous stuff.

- When you don't have any missions, you often ask Dave to come and do something fun with you. If he is not busy he will join in. These little 'dates' usually consist of roaming around towns. Looking for something to do, which usually causes trouble. It'll only take so long before Dave pisses someone off.

- Every outing ends up being an adventure which is actually a lot of fun. Either Dave is in trouble with the toughs again or you got in a fight with the syndicate... again. The two you of are trouble magnets, to be honest.

- Q-Bert is the third wheel of your duo. And the voice of reason in most situations. Whenever Dave has a plan to do something, Bert tells him to not do it because it's nutty. But you are more than happy to go along with Dave's crazy plan.

-You and Dave have become the closest friends over time, especially with all the trouble that you make together, and now that you have a bounty on your head, life has never been more fun than it has today.

Romantic__Pining____

- Dave still thinks about that fateful day, the day when he first met you. The day that you helped him. The fact that you're willing to help him like that baffles him, and it stirs something in his gut and he is not quite sure what this feeling is just yet.

- He knows you're strong and can take waves upon waves of enemies. But that doesn't soothe his concern for your well-being. It's a lot different when you're going on adventures with him because he is there and he can partly protect you himself. But on missions with the boss, he always has that lingering worry nibbling at the back of his mind.

- Gets even happier when you indeed return from a mission, the feeling of joy he gets when he sees you jump into his helicopter is overwhelming (and sometimes distracting). That smile of triumph you offer him makes his heart do a somersault.

- You're always happy to see him again, something about seeing him makes you feel all gushy inside. Ever since that particularly rough adventure you had with him the other week. You've been a whole lot closer ever since.

- The first thing you do when returning from a mission is greet Dave and chat him up about your day and whatever happened on your mission. Dave always seems to be happy to hear about your adventures without him, happily listening to your rants over a cup of tea seems to make his day as well.

- Bert refers to the two of you as 'lovebirds' now. He can already see that you have a thing for Dave and vice versa. He gossips about it to his customers and he teases both you and Dave with the same phrase, "so? When's the wedding?" He always has this stupid smirk when saying it.

- Because of Bert's gossiping, nearly the whole HQ is aware of the feelings you and Dave have for each other. The only people who are unaware are yourselves. Although you had suspected Dave likes you in that way, only you're a little nervous to make a move first. And Dave had the exact same problem.

- Eventually, you decide to give it a shot, and if you get rejected you'll just eat your heart out. In one brave attempt, you asked Dave to go on another adventure with you, to a local restaurant to grab a bite together.

- And to your delight, Dave accepted and the two of you went on a little dinner date at that Italian restaurant where shady stuff happens.

- Just as aspected, some trouble happened. When a group of Toughs decided to infiltrate Syndicate, The Toughs still had an axe to grind with Dave and it was just a whole mess.

Romantic__Relationship____

- After finally escaping that troublesome situation at the restaurant. You and Dave are leaning against the side of a building trying to catch your breath. "I'm so sorry! Our date is ruined." You apologize to him but he dismisses your apology. "Let's pick a different place and try again ye?" - The next date was slightly more successful, so much so that you and Dave ended up in the same bed that night~

- Your relationship became official after that, and Bert it owed a lot of bet money. You don't really care about who made a bet with who. You've got Dave all for yourself now and it's amazing. You've lived a quiet secluded life before you met Dave and now with all these friends around you and a decent job, you have never felt happier.

- Dave loves to be around you, as you make him feel all mushy and good. He never fails to greet you with a corny pet name. And he never sticks to one pet name either, it always changes and each pet name rarely makes a comeback.

- You and Dave are very much in love. Everyone around HQ knows, simply because the two of you are very open about your relationship. Dave is not afraid of showing affection in public. He always has an arm around your waist if you're right next to him.

- Bert still perks the same teasing question, but now with a much more knowing look than before. "So? When's the wedding?" The still smirks every time he asks it. Still lovebirds.

- And Lovebirds indeed, the two of you don't stop talking about each other. Even when together you don't stop. Dave is all starry-eyed. "My muffin cake is the most wonderful, and saved my life the day we met!" The gleams in awe. Boss knows this story already and has heard it all too many times.

- Still, Dave will forever fear the day you might not come back from a mission. Anxiety scratches at the back of his mind instantly whenever you're away. He silently prays for your safe return every time.

- Dave does not leave your side when you do return from a mission unharmed yet again. He wants nothing more than to cuddle in bed, which of course you do. There is nothing more you love than being with your love.

- You and Chopper Dave are the cutest power couple in the whole HQ. _____________________________________ The current canon character cast is now complete. And I'm going to write some headcanons for my OCs. I only have 3 OCs I could write for, they're a team called Team Tragix. You'll learn more about them later.

[unofskylanderspages]

Kaos had heard about the new Skylanders Academy and plotted to ruin it by destroying the Skylanders from inside the school. He overpowered and impersonated the real Weeruptor while he and the other Minis were being transported to the Academy by Flynn. Kaos marooned Weeruptor on a life raft before starting the spell process of impersonating the Fire Mini in order to get to the Academy unnoticed. The evil Portal Master was discovered by Flynn in the Dread-Yacht's galley when the Mabu came upon him while his transformaton spell was still underway. To silence Flynn, Kaos shot an amnesia spell at him, making him forget that he ever saw Kaos, but left him in a dazed hypnotized state. Flynn then walked off the Dread-Yacht with Chopper in pursuit, leaving the Minis to frantically try to control the ship.

[kxjostarr]

With a squeak emitting from each step of his hooves, Chopper let out a small sigh. The pain of boredom dulled his physical exhaustion, letting him forget about how tired he was. His maroon colored shorts had a bit of dirt on them. It was likely from a brawl or some other type of outdoor activity. Given the location, perhaps Chopper was merely defending himself. Judging from the brief moment of sighing, his voice seemed to be soft, reminiscent of a child's. He didn't sound older than an eleven year old.

Finally, the boy spotted someone more approachable than most. Joseph's granddaughter! Chopper couldn't exactly tell that what he was sensing from the girl. With an excited grin, he ran toward the cool teenager.

Once the boy stopped in front of the student, he tilted his head upward in order to make proper eye contact with her. Two things were likely to catch her attention before he said anything. Chopper's bright blue nose, which often got him bullied in his childhood, and the brace wrapped around his left antler from a fight during his younger years. Despite the injury, his warm smile toward this girl seemed to show genuine excitement. Reaching his scrawny right arm forward, Chopper placed his small hoof atop her knee, hoping to get the student's attention. "Excuse me! Did your grandpa ever mention me? I'm his doctor, Chopper!" He excitedly cheered out, awaiting her reply.

"His doctor?" Hearing that surprised her. Never did she think that this small animal was someone who would be the one to look after her grandfather's health. Though it didn't really bother her as long as he was competent in what he was doing.

"No, he didn't tell me about you." She responded, shaking her head.

[the-ravenscry]

In anticipation of the Ahsoka premiere, I present-

Team GHOST

Kanan Garrus

Color name rule- Kanan is Sanskrit word for "Forest"

Species- Faunus (Wolf ears)

Aura color- Blue

Semblance- Force- A form of telekinesis used to push and pull objects

Weapon- Elegance Dawn- Retractable dustsaber

Misc.

-Has silver eyes

-Went into hiding after Salem's forces found him because of his eyes

-Gets blinded by one of Salem's agents at some point in his story

Hira Syndulla

Color name rule- Hira is Sanskrit word for "Diamond"

Species- Human

Aura color- Green

Semblance- Technopath- Can understand the feelings of, communicate, and bond with technology

Weapon- Pilot's Ace- Dust bolt handgun blaster

Equipment

- The Phantom- A heavily modified Manta-class Atlesian gunship

- The Spector- The Phantom's dropship

- Chopper- An outdated Merlot Industries C1 model maintenance android that Hira rebuilt and reprogrammed. They have a strong bond due to her Semblance

Garazeb "Zeb" Orelia

Color name rule- Orelia is a Latin word for "Golden"

Species- Faunus (Tiger legs)

Aura color- Purple

Semblance- Karabash- Aura energy builds while charging forward for a destructive ramming blow

Weapon- Honor Guard- Collapsible bo rifle

Sabine Wren

Color name rule- A wren is a brown bird

Species- Human

Aura color- Maroon (close enough)

Semblance- Target Lock- Enhanced marksmanship

Weapon- Brush and Canvas

-Brush- Dust infused spraypaint gauntlet

-Canvas- Machine pistol with retractable bayonet

Equipment

- Hard-Light shield vambrace

- Armor forged from the native ore of her village

Misc.

- She's ambidextrous

- Comes from the Vacuan village of Mantle Ore

- Mantle Ore was once an Atlesian mining settlement before being abandoned

Ezra Tandger

Color name rule- Tandger evokes either "tan" or "tangerine"

Species- Human

Aura color- Orange

Semblance- Animal Bond- Can calm animals, sense animals nearby, understand their feelings, etc.

Weapons- Urchin (1st weapon), Rebellion's Spark (2nd weapon)

- Urchin- A bladed vambrace with a high-velocity slingshot

- Rebellion's Spark- A combination handgun and dustsaber

Misc.

- Has silver eyes

- Orphaned at 7 years old

- Hails from Mistral

[pan-annigans]

i think someone should draw chope and kapau, chen's two guards, going on a double date with mohawk and chopper maroon, harumi's two guards. goofy little gay guys who are unhappy with guard duty but always take shifts w/ their crush unite