#spy chicken

[lenny-link]

d-do yu have any more fried chicken girl x Pauling 🥺🥺🥺(were starving over here)

i call her Stacy :3 (my hc not canon name ofc)

its soo sad we dont have any content of her besides that 1 second in expiration date she has so much potential in the tf2 world!! and i love her sm!!

tbh among miss pauling yuri ships the x fried chicken tramp used to be my least favorite (simply cuz we dont have much content of her) but now im loving it :3

[owlfluffy]

here take these while i'm working on her model

[somepinkthing]

Shapeshifter nie huaisang AU:

His mother was qinhe nie's spymaster, hired specifically for her unique cultivation ability to change into various shapes. She was a wanderer prior to settling down with her lovers, an experience that allowed her to throughly observe many different animals up close. So while she could become an array of animals (though mostly smaller, quiet ones), nie huaisang seemed to only ever be able to do birds. Or rather, he only seemed interested in doing birds and all his parental figures passed before they could enforce upon him the importance of branching out. As a result of his single-mindedness and artistic eye however, he can basically do any bird he sets his eyes on and replicates it better than even his mother could. He's even started to be able to converse with a few of the species he favors.

It doesn't really amount to much more than a cool party trick... until the wens start to up the ante. At first, it's just a handy way to get away. It isn't until the attack on the unclean realms that nie huaisang first takes advantage of his skill in the form of a giant vulture snagging the side of wen zhuiliu's face during the fight. It almost gives nie mingjue a heart attack but luckily the wens don't seem to realize that it's huaisang. The nie's don't exactly go around broadcasting their cultivation styles after all.

They do burn down his aviary in retaliation though. Which is... extremely upsetting actually. His mother had built that for him.

Then the indoctrination period comes around. Nie huaisang suddenly finds himself in a unique position of being the only one who can escape rather easily. When he fake faints, he fully intends to do so. But. But...

Wei wuxian who checked on him, jiang cheng who came to yell at him about staying hydrated, jin zixuan who awkwardly peaked into the sickroom, lan wangji who was injured and grieving and sadder than huaisang ever remembers seeing him. Even if he could leave them behind, there was still the small retinue of nies that came with him. For the first time in his life, he feels the weight of responsibility that comes with being someone with the ability to actually do something—to gather information, to search for escape routes, to snag some medical supplies. In this situation, he can actually help.

It sucks.

He'll do it but he's gonna complain

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

Anime comparisons to non-anime content that I’ve seen:

Konosuba —> It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia

Spy x Family —> Mr. and Mrs. Smith / True Lies

One Piece —> Looney Tunes

Chainsaw Man —> Scott Pilgrim

Monster —> Hannibal

Attack on Titan —> Dune

Black Clover / Mashle —> Harry Potter

Code Geass —> Game of Thrones

The Promised Neverland —> Chicken Run

DanDaDan —> Regular Show

(Feel free to add any other comparisons you’ve seen)

[stellato-17]

What the h=ll do you want with me?! ⚪️😠

[veryasianfailure]

Guys im postal dude's mom trust

[pamithebunterfly2007]

Can you tell me your Top 15 favorite shows? ^^

Honey, Sit your ass down in a comfy chair because it’s time to list my favorite shows!!

1. Superjail

2. Hazbin Hotel (I don’t support the creator of that show)

3. Helluva Boss (Again, don’t support the creator of that show)

4. Smiling Friends

5. Chikn Nuggit

6. Making Fiends

7. Invader Zim

8. Robot Chicken

9. The Owl House

10. Eddsworld

11. Happy Tree Friends

12. South Park

13. The Amazing Digital Circus

14. Spy vs. Spy

15. Wednesday Netflix (call me cringe but excited for season 2)

[that-handsome-rogue]

Is this you? Really, a McDonalds?

They didn’t have sweet n sour sauce.

[ficswithtacotuesday]

I've honestly thought of this for so long. You CANNOT TELL ME that Spy doesn't have daddy issues. He abandoned Scout since birth, continued to ignore his existence and still acted like an ass when he become his co-worker. The only time Spy was a father to Scout was during Expiration Date and the 7th comic where he says he's proud of him, but both those times happened WHEN SPY THOUGHT SCOUT WAS DYING.

This man is terrified of being a father, and I think it's because he has some horrible trauma from his own dad. Spy probably had some rough times from his own dad that made him scared of becoming the same person as him, so he chose to be distant, only changing his attitude when the circumstances were extreme. Him being a spy just adds to keeping this distance, since no one really expects him to be open and he can keep it that way. Well except when it comes to, in this case, Engineer. Because daddy issues, and genuine feelings, but also daddy issues.

Thankfully Scout will break this cycle of generational trauma, not because he would be a great dad at some point in his life, but because he'll die a virgin

[friendshipisaddiction]

okay boys how we feelin bout Bikini Bottom au

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

Fine dining at the tf2 base when Scout and Pyro are cooking.

[queenofapeacefuldawn]

what do you mean twiyor were on the same ride in the carousel in the s1 cour 2 op???

they r on a date :3

[cheemscakecat]

Spy POV: Scout actin like he’s gonna fight you and win [You dissed the busted, crusted chicken place]

Sound on 📢

[cbsxreader]

I ASKED ANOTHER FRIEND TO TELL ME THE MERCS' + MS. PAULING'S NAMES AND JOBS.

This one is way more unhinged because they were probably high on markers when I asked them abt this. (The first one)

Pls don't get offended this is just a joke

Scout

Name: Bernard

Job: Drug dealer

Soldier

Name: Matthew

Job: Bombing countries

Pyro

Name: Mr. Big Jacket

Job: Kidnaps people's kids if they don't pay rent (trust me, i'm just as confused as you are)

Demoman

Name: Mr. Pee Pee (bc the sticky note)

Job: Commiting arson

Engineer

Name: Boom Boom Thomson

Job: does Minecraft

Heavy

Name: Mr. Boom Buster 600

Job: Does taxes

Medic

Name: Doctor Pew Pew bbg

Job: Shoots people (apparently)

Sniper

Name: Cowboy Nice Shoes

Job: Does Anime Horse Girl stuff

Spy

Name: Mr. Buisness

Job: Does buisness

Ms. Pauling

Name: Jennifer

Job: Strip dancer (they also said she looked like a lego friends figurine)

[acourtofquestions]

"You'll come back," Manon said.

It sounded like more of a threat than anything

Dorian smirked. "Would you miss me if I didn't?"

Manon didn't reply. He didn't know why he expected her to.

He'd taken all of a step, when Asterin clasped his shoulder. "In and out, quick as you can," she warned him. "Take care of Narene." Worry indeed shone in the Second's gold-flecked black eyes. Dorian bowed his head. "With my life," he promised as he approached her mount and grasped the dangling reins. He didn't fail to miss the gratitude that softened Asterin's features. Or that Manon had already turned away from him.

A fool to start down this path with her. He should have known better.

The hours that passed were some of the longest of Manon's existence.

From anticipation, she told herself. Of what she had to do.

Abraxos, unsurprisingly, found them within an hour, his reins sliced from the struggle he'd no doubt waged and won with Sorrel. He waited, however, beside Manon in silence, wholly focused upon the gate where Dorian and Narene had vanished.

Time dripped by. The king's sword was constant weight at her side. She cursed herself for needing to prove-to him, to herself-that she refused to let him go into Morath for practical, ordinary reasons. Erawan wasn't at the Ferian Gap. It'd be safer. Somewhat. But if the Matrons were there … That was why he'd gone. To learn if they were. To see if Petrah truly commanded the host there, and how many Ironteeth were present. He had not been trained as a spy, but he'd grown up in a court where people wielded smiles and clothes like weapons. He knew how to blend in, how to listen. How to make people see what they wished to see. She'd sent Elide into the dungeons of Morath, Darkness damn her. Sending the King of Adarlan into the Ferian Gap was no different.

It didn't stop her breath from escaping when Abraxos stiffened, scanning the sky. As if he heard something they couldn't.

And it was the joy that sparked in her mount's eyes that told her.

Moments later, Narene sailed toward them, making a lazy path over the mountains, a dark-haired, pale-skinned rider atop her. He'd truly been able to change parts of himself. Had made his face nearly unrecognizable. And kept it that way.

Asterin rushed toward the mare, and even Manon blinked as her Second threw her arms around Narene's neck. Holding her tight. The mare only leaned her head against Asterin's back and huffed.

Manon hadn't dwelled long on what she'd say.

And as the three hundred Ironteeth witches filed into the hall, some coming off their patrols, Manon half wondered if she should have. They watched her, watched the Thirteen, with a wary disdain.

Their disgraced Wing Leader; their fallen Heir.

When all were gathered, Petrah, still standing in the doorway where she'd appeared, merely said, "My life debt for an audience, Blackbeak."

Manon swallowed, her tongue as dry as paper. Seated atop Abraxos, she could see every shifting movement in the crowd, the wide eyes or hands gripping swords.

"I will not tell you the particulars of who I am," Manon said at last. "For I think you have already heard them."

"Crochan bitch," someone spat.

Manon set her eyes on the Blackbeaks, stone-faced where the others bristled with hatred. It was for them she spoke, for them she had come here.

jacket, then hoisting up her white shirt. Rising in the stirrups to bare her scarred, brutalized abdomen. "She does not lie."

UNCLEAN

There, the word remained stamped. Would always be stamped.

"How many of you," Asterin called out, "have been similarly branded? By your Matron, by your coven leader? How many of you have had your stillborn witchlings burned before you might hold them?"

The silence that fell now was different from before. Shaking shuddering.

Manon glanced at the Thirteen to find tears in Ghislaine's eyes as she took in the brand on Asterin's womb. Tears in the eyes of all of them, who had not known. And it was for those tears, which Manon had never seen, that she faced the host again.

"You will be killed in this war, or after it. And you will never see our homeland again."

"What is it that you want, Blackbeak?" Petrah asked from the archway.

"Ride with us," Manon breathed. "Fly with us.

Against Morath. Against the people who would keep you from your homeland, your future." Murmuring broke out again. Manon pushed ahead, "An Ironteeth-Crochan alliance. Perhaps one to break our curse at last."

Again, that shuddering silence. Like a storm about to break Asterin sat back in the saddle, but kept her shirt open.

"The choice of how our people's future shall be shaped is yours," Manon told each of the witches assembled, all the Blackbeaks who might fly to war and never return. "But I will tell you this." Her hands shook, and she fisted them on her thighs. "There is a better world out there. And I have seen it."

Even the Thirteen looked toward her now.

"I have seen witch and human and Fae dwell together in peace. And it is not weakness to do so, but a strength. I have met kings and queens whose love for their kingdoms, their peoples, is so great that the self is secondary. Whose love for their people is so strong that even in the face of unthinkable odds, they do the impossible."

Manon lifted her chin. "You are my people. Whether my grandmother decrees it so or not, you are my people, and always will be. But I will fly against you, if need be, to ensure that there is a future for those who cannot fight for it themselves. Too long have we preyed on the weak, relished doing so. It is time that we became better than our foremothers." The words she had given the Thirteen months ago. "There is a better world out there," she said again. "And I will fight for it." She turned Abraxos away, toward the plunge behind them. "Will you?"

Manon nodded to Petrah. Eyes bright, the Heir only nodded back. They would be permitted to leave as they had arrived: unharmed.

So Manon nudged Abraxos, and he leaped into the sky, the Thirteen following suit.

Not a child of war. But of peace.