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[generic-lab-assistant]

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[nemesyaaa]

buffalo'66 au ! old!serial killer! rafe x young!sugardoll!reader

warnings : daddy issues/kink. slight of rafe having a god complex. smut. sick love/obssession/behavior. age gap. size kink. gunplay. spit. mean!dark!rafe. mentions of kidnapping/murdering. dark content. be careful with the warnings.

author's note : i think a lot about rafe having a god complex. and the way it could fix him to have a girl who cherish him and love him like he's just the only one. as the same i think a lot of rafe being a cult!leader with a sweet lamb. anyways, enjoy !

you knew you weren't allowed to touch his gun, but you couldn't pretend that the forbidden rules didn't excite you either. the proof being that you were still with rafe even though he had kidnapped you. you had found the glock in the drawer, and now you were having fun with it to the point where you hadn't heard your jailer come home. you were too captivated by the handgun to pay attention to that.

“ will you teach me how to shoot ? ” you asked in a soft tone.

“ obviously not. but i can swear to you that if you don't put the gun right in my hand in a second, i will show you how i use it. especially on a little tiny thing like you. now stop playing and give it to me, sugardoll. i already told you to not get on my nerves. ”

“ are you a serial killer or something ? ” you said to him, not aware about his job.

“ no obviously, i'm a babysitter. see ? how well i care about little silly girls ? ” he answered with the most sarcastic tone. “ i think you already know what i am, but you like playing dumb. because you're desperate for my attention. you need me to explain things, to satisfy your need of validation. that's right ? ”

he moved from his place, and placed himself behind you, your small body caged against his bigger size. you could feel all the pressure of his strength on you, and you started to shiver when his breath came near to your ears.

“ since you want to play with daddy's gun so bad, i'm willing to give you what you want. ”

“ no, i don't want to play anymore ! ”

“ oh i'm afraid to tell it's too easy like that, sugar. the game doesn't stop when you decide. the game stops when i’m done playing. got it ? nod your head if you got it.”

you really started to be his doll, accepting to nod whenever he wants, to use you whenever he feels the need, to move whenever he decides. when you nodded your head, giving him a little look, he grabbed the gun.

“ you will kill me ? don't, i can be good ! ”

“ you can ? no, you will. choose your words better, sugardoll. why are you crying right now ? the worse it yet to come actually. now, open that pretty mouth of yours. ”

you refused, shaking your head. you were terrified that he would kill you.

“ i said open it. if i have to repeat it, i swear that i will snap dry this gun further in your cunt, and everytime a sound will come out your mouth, pushing it deeper inside. do you understand me ? now, don't you want to be a baby sugardoll, full of kindness and sweetness ? show me how sweet and pretty you are for me. and listen to me. ”

with tears on your cheeks, you slowly opened your mouth. you could feel rafe’s smile against your neck. you were so submissive, the perfect victim. he had chosen you well the day he saw you. like a true serial killer, he never missed his prey.

“ this is why you call me sugardoll ? ”

“ see ? i'm good enough to give you a nickname. ”

it was sick but you smiled, you felt like you were special in his eyes. maybe rafe had a collection of little dolls but you felt unique.

“ don't kill me. i'm begging you. ”

“ fuck, you don't know how hard you make me when you're desperate like that. but trust me, i will make you see soon how good you make me feel. it will be your reward for being this sweet for me, sugardoll.”

he spread your legs, holding them wide with his strong hand covering your trembling thigh while his other hand brought the front of the gun down onto your skin. passing the coldness of steel across your tummy, while you shivered at the thought of dying. when he got to your underwear. you had heard his smirk.

"oh sure, you don't want to die. you want to be fucked. it's so wet here, i could stick the gun in without even preparing you, it would slide off so easily.” his mocked tone made you yelp.

“ i'm not controlling myself ! ”

“ and you don't need too. let me take care of you. keep your mouth open. i will put my gun in. ”

“ i can't do this ! it seems very dangerous…”

“ then suck it well, sugar. especially, if you don't want me to empty the gun on your gorgeous throat. ” he warned you, while pressing his lips on your neck. it was not a kiss, but you were so soft for this little touch. you wanted to please him, to see him proud of you.

he rushed the pistol between your wet plump lips, and you almost choked on it. “ be careful, doll, daddy's gun it's loaded. ” he said with a smile that made your tears even saltier.

while you had started to do your job, his fingers were lightly pressed on the surface, fiddled with the trigger. he loved seeing your petrified eyes, he loved feeling your blood freeze inside your veins, the way you resembled a frightened and helpless animal. you were defenseless and he had no limits.

you lapped at the cold metal at first, your tongue rolling over the barrel, swirling like a needy pet, and licking every bit of the object. you didn't waste anything, moistening the weapon with your own spit, some trails dripped down your tits. rafe had pushed the gun farther, almost into your throat. you choked, a trail of saliva raining over your jaw.

there was nothing amusing about it, but he found it fun. you sucked like your life depended on it even though let's be honest, it did. you moved back and forth quickly, rushed every movement with a softly sloppy gasp. he loved, no he adored the view of your ruined face and your mouth stuffed by the cold weapon. your great job made his dick painfully hard. you could feel the gun under your tongue, and the way it abused you. you drooled, a batch of saliva engulfing one side of the charger.

“ slow down, sugardoll, you're about to melt. ”

you felt dirty for being turned on by something so humiliating, the way you were pathetic for every single thing he introduced you to. it was as if he knew what you wanted, and how to exploit it. he could destroy you as well as shape you. you were nothing but the doll he wanted to play with. he knew more than anyone how to make you feel good. he knew well how to play with his toys.

you were killing him slowly with the way you were going about it, your pink tongue tickling the barrel, your mouth swallowing the entirety of his gun. every inch moved in and out of your parted lips. you lost count of the number of times you almost choked to the point you could throw up, you did your best.

the cold air of the room hit the soaked fabric of your underwear. it had gotten so wet down there.

you tried to focus on this dangerous game but you saw his bulge growing, his crotch distorting his pants.

“ keep sucking, i'm not done. ”

“ but ..."

he ignored you and took off his pants and boxers, freeing his hard cock. the next minute he was inside you, completely buried to the point where you could feel him all the way to your stomach. you salivated on the handgun, making a rain all over it.

as he filled you up, his thick cock abusing your tight pussy, the position was totally different, you were lying there, still the gun in your mouth, but now he was fucking you. his eyes were on you, and you could feel that motivating him even more to pounded you. your juices pooled on the surface the deeper he went. the slobber gathered around the metal. he rushed away your tears with his thumb.

“ stop whining, sugardoll. you can't cry when daddy takes you so well. ”

you really wanted to listen to him but it was too much for you. you were full of tears and they constantly wanted to come out, even when you felt good. but it was like the more you cried, the more he bullied your pussy, and by that, giving you more reasons to whine.

“ jesus, i'm pretty sure that you really like that gun in your mouth. ” he said with a firm thrust that made you squirm, your eyes wettering as the sentence. “ you like being this pathetic ? don't worry, i got you, i'm not judging you, but don't mind if i take advantage of it ? of course, you don't mind. you love being this sick, you're just a needy freak. ”

he pulled out before putting it back in you, inched himself deeper and deeper, letting you breathless. he was more rough this time, his fat length stretching you wider. his hips slammed your skin, his sweaty balls slapping you in motion. you nodded your head, your loud moans echoed in the empty room. his heavy hand on your tiny throat, pressuring it every time your walls tighten him.

his big other hand squeezing your small waist, as your core wrapped him harder. “ see ? daddy's making you a new home, right now. ”

his breath was heavy and short, the sweat of his body pressed against yours, while you were about to explode, so close to the orgasm. you were crying even more. and he covered your mouth with his large palm. he hitted the right spot again and again, without a break. you reached the second orgasm quickly, and you waited for him to explode at his turn. but he was taking his time on purpose. he obviously liked to abuse this little cunt of yours, wrecking like it was nothing your cervix. he glared at your glistening eyes with a proud face, while hurting your sloppy cunt. “ be patient, sugar. it's a matter of time but daddy will make you melt, and you will make a big mess on his dick to show how grateful you are ? ”

you didn’t answered, even when he released your mouth from his hands, because of the overheating.

“ you better answer because i can go to the next round. ”

“ yes .. yes !! ”

“ you're so naive, sugar. trusting me this easy, it's your own fault if old men like me use you. like did you really think we will not go on another round ? i'm about to make you dumb. not only your brain, your pussy, all of you. after this, you will not be able to think, to talk and even to walk. ”

your tears made him cum, and you let out a noisy and desperate whimper. “ it's sad for you that i'm the only god you can pray for, because i'm going to ignore all your prayers, making you on your knees every time for nothing more than my own good. sweet lamb, i'm such an uncaring god. but you can't hate on me, even a little, such a pretty precious thing you are. ”

“ why ? ” was the only word that came out of your mouth.

in fact, you were a little sad about this, because you wished that he cared a bit, even an hint about you.

“ nobody deserve you like i do. nobody deserve to touch you, or put an eyes on you, no one. you're just mine, and i need you to understand that clearly. do you got it ? do you even understand what i mean ? i will never let someone have you. never. ”

“ i really love you. ”

“ not only you love me, sugardoll. you adore me, you cherish me, you can't breath without me. do you understand ? how trapped i made you.”

“ bu…”

“ quit crying. you wanted this, you begged for. ”

“ i thought you only wanted to kill me ! ”

“if i wanted to kill you, it would already be done. i don't mind having blood in my hands, i'm a killer after all. but yours, i promise, i would never dream of, sugardoll. ”

it was very sick. but his words made you smile.

“ i want to hug you ! ”

“ don't make me regret my words. i still can choke you to death. ”

“ can i ask a question ? ”

“ jesus, if you don't yap more than a thousandth time each day, you're dead or what ? i swear, tell me your question, but choose it carefully because it will be the last. so, use your dumby brain very well. ”

“ i just wanted to know…if it's the first time you do this with one of your victims ? ”

“ why do you want to know ? ”

“ you need to answer ! ”

“ and you need to mind your own business. ”

“ i asked you a question ! it's not fair if you don't answer it ? ”

“ you better not try to raise your voice at me because i can shout, and trust me, the tears i will bring in your face will not be that pretty. ”

“ you're still mean to me…nothing has changed. ”

“ and you're still annoying. yes, nothing has changed.”

and you smiled at him, your sweet eyes melted on his unhichanged look.

“ someday i know you will love me too ! ”

“ bold to have faith, better to work on it, sugardoll. ”

you gave him a sweet look, even if he was grumpy, you wanted him.

[dannymans66]

Old drawings I forgot to show (ft. a very old tiktok trend)

[nightskyfoxyy]

A rare Blyla sketch? In this economy?

(Ngl I love these two)

[mintypsii]

sanuso runaway AU - where Usopp leaves syrup village after his mom dies to look for his dad and ends up at the germa kingdom, growing up with Sanji as the doctor's lab assistant

That's basically the gist of it, there's a LOTT more but I just wanted to share some of the art I made for it (came up with it with a friend of mine)

In short -> sogeking is usopp's clone (the kids aren't aware of this) and was created to help germafied sanji on missions (sanji's scores began to improve after he met usopp so judge decided to keep him for more infiltration or espionage based tasks, hence "stealth black" since he's considered weaker than his siblings)

reiju's here too :) she and sanji have a bit of a rocky relationship (it gets better!!) but she's besties with usopp and hangs out with him at the lab to make ,, various concoctions

I'll make another post with more art and info later (I HAVE A LOTTT) so i'll tag em with (#op runaway au) hehe ,, feel free to send asks about it too!!

EDIT: HE FINALLY GOT A TUMBLR @arttlars !!!!!!! blame him for all of this

[kelloggjkellogg]

The Poppy Set...in storytelling mode

I did say a few days ago I wouldn't be doing a lookbook for the fantastic Poppy Sixties set by @ice-creamforbreakfast and @surely-sims but instead incorporate as many of the items as possible in my regular gameplay for the Sim 66 Story. The story chapter will be finished in a week-10 days but in the meantime here are some screengrabs from gameplay, illustrating the outfits in action... where else but in my very own Sixties boutique!

[l0nesome-dreams]

It’s that time again, fucking depressing lore art. Comes with some music too so you can sob with me💀✨This one is pretty self explanatory… I won’t go any further because I’ll start crying again…

The scene is written below

They’d scouted the area with no sign of separatist action.

“No separatists in sight commander. I think we’re clear to camp out here for the time being.” Valkyrie exclaimed.

It didn’t take long for camp to be set up as evening approached. A fire was going and conversation was flowing. 

“Did you see me take out that trandoshan? He came at me and he was this close to cutting my head clean off!” Rhino said, holding his forefinger and thumb up to show the close distance. 

“Sure vod’ika.” Bronco says, clapping his brother on the shoulder.

Rhino made an annoyed face swatting at his brother who proceeded to put him in a headlock. Laughter rumbled from around the fire as the rest of the squadron watched the scene unfold. Lee had been sitting between Bronco and Horus when the tussle broke out. She shot up onto her feet the instant Bronco went after his brother. She was laughing alongside her men when she caught Voorpret looking at her mid conversation with the general. He blushed madly realizing he’d been staring and turned back to Taleed acting like he’d been listening. Lee sauntered over to the pair greeting Taleed first then her husband. 

“The men have settled in well it would seem,” Taleed said, smiling at the clones across the camp site laughing with one another, “It’s always good to see them like this. You all deserve a normal life after this war.” the tall togruta said. 

Voorpret made a face, it almost looked like longing but Lee couldn’t quite fully register it. They slowly made their way back over to where most of the men were.

“As the war dies down from here, whatever happens know that you and your brothers are always welcome in my family.” Taleed said bowing slightly to the commander. 

Voorpret returned the bow. 

“Thank you general, I will keep your proposal in mind.” Voorpret said standing at full height now. 

Lee went to speak but was interrupted by Voorpret’s comm chiming. He answered and the hologram of the person appeared. Lee felt something in her heart tighten and she looked over towards Taleed, he must have felt it too. A disturbance in the force. 

“Commander.” The raspy voice that seemed all too familiar said, his cloaked figure concealing his face, “The time has come. Execute order 66.” It was the chancellor himself. 

Voorpret drew his blasters pointing them at the general and Lee both. The clones that had been waiting around too drew their weapons. Voorpret’s hands shook as he held his weapon up.

“Stay back,” He hissed through gritted teeth, “back!”

“Whatever happens, don't turn back, keep running.” Taleed said through Lee’s mind. 

Voorpret was fighting something, something Lee couldn’t help. A single shot fired, but it wasn’t from Voorpret’s blaster but one of the other soldiers. Lee ignited her sabers deflecting the shots as Taleed did. 

“Buir go!” Lee screamed, deflecting as much of the fire as she could as she backed away from the clones. 

Taleed hesitated for a moment, so did Lee and that was all the time for a single blaster shot to land a strike on Lee. It seared the flesh on her shoulder knocking one of her sabers from her hand. 

“Go!” Lee said using her uninjured arm to deflect the continuous shots. 

Taleed did listen this time and disappeared into the woods. Another shot scorched Lee’s leg causing her to lose her balance barely regaining her footing again and she stumbled. She cried out in desperation and she swung her saber madly deflecting more and more rounds. She needed to get out before she was completely surrounded. She missed another blaster shot this time it went right through her torso. 

It was as if time itself froze. Lee’s ears rang, her vision faltered, and she could feel her heart racing within her. She exhaled shakily, helplessly clutching her wound as her knees buckled beneath her.

Her other saber hit the ground, her body soon following. She wasn’t dead, but she could feel her body giving up. The blaster fire had stopped and she heard muffled orders being given. Tears streamed from her eyes as the pain suddenly struck her. They never said dying hurt this bad. She couldn’t move, all she could do was endure the pain until her body failed her and died. She heard her name spoken, almost a whisper. Then it was repeated, louder, and more urgent. A figure of a man hovering over her, the faint registration of a hand touching her face. 

“Fives?” Lee said, reaching up to cup the man's face.

She felt tears, wet and warm on her hands. No this wasn’t Fives. She wasn’t dead quite yet. Not just yet. Her eyes wouldn’t focus, but she could feel the scars on his face as she traced his features. 

“No cyare. Not Fives.” He said, his voice breaking, “I’m sorry. Just please don’t leave, not yet. Just wait a little longer.” 

Lee could no longer feel anything, the pain had become the only thing. She no longer felt her sensation of her hand touching his face nor the tears that ran down his face. 

“I’m tired.” Lee said, closing her eyes. 

“No mesh’la you can’t fall asleep you have to stay awake for me.” He said, trying to keep his voice even though it was breaking. 

She fought with everything she had left, even though her body was telling her that she should give up and succumb to death. 

“I love you.” She mouthed, she wasn’t even sure if she had spoken, but based on the pain visible in Voorpret’s eyes he understood. 

Two figures came up behind Voorpret hauling him up. Lee watched helplessly as Voorpret was dragged away from her. She could barely register Voorpret fighting back against the two figures, his screaming muffled. Her vision focused slightly when she turned her head towards the LAATs that had landed. Voorpret had his hands handcuffed behind his back and his brothers were holding him back as the doors shut. Lee forced her head to face back up towards the sky, it was dark now, the stars stunning as ever on this desolate planet. She sat there reaching out into the stars for anything, anyone that might hear her dying body. 

 Lee wasn’t aware of how long it had been since they’d left her there. She wanted to feel bitter towards her men, towards what had just happened, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She knew they couldn’t do anything about it, orders were orders. She cried, not because of the pain, but for her men, for the clones. She knew that they didn’t have a say in what had just happened, or anything that had happened or will happen to them. Fives had been right, Lee never doubted it, but now that it was actually happening it was too real to believe. He’d warned her, he had, but he wasn’t there to protect her nor tell her of the danger. He was gone. And now all Lee could hope was she’d see him once more very soon. 

She closed her eyes now, her breathing slowing slightly. When she opened them she wasn’t lying in the grass beneath the stars anymore, but standing in a cafe. It was relatively empty, but a figure sat in one of the booths. Lee approached the table, sucking in a breath when she realized who it was as she drew nearer. She paused and the man she loved, and still loved turned to face her. He was wearing civis, simple pants with a tight t-shirt and a light jacket. His smile reached the corners of his eyes, his warm eyes just as full of life as the last time Lee had looked into them, and his iconic goatee still complimenting his features. 

“Are you just gonna stand there looking like a bantha caught in the headlights?” He chuckled standing to his feet now. 

Lee didn’t hesitate, throwing herself into his arms. She could feel the beating of his heart, the warmth radiating from his skin, his lips against her temple. 

“I missed you so much.” Lee sobbed into his chest, clutching the fabric of his shirt. 

“I know, but you can’t stay with me just yet.” He tilted her face up by her chin making her look him in the eyes, “You still have a whole life ahead of you.” 

The shock dissipated from her, but she continued to sob into his chest.

“But I want to stay here with you. I don’t want to go back to that stupid universe without you in it.” She exclaimed, her voice almost pleading. 

Fives smiled cupping Lee’s face gently with both of his hands, wiping the tears away with his thumbs. 

“I was just a piece in the puzzle of your life, and if force allowed I would crawl out of my grave and back into your arms in an instant. However if I never had died you would have never fallen in love with Voorpret, or saved all of those people, or became the person you are now. I will always be with you mesh’la, you were the love of my life in the physical world, and you still are now even if I am gone.” He said. 

Lee sighed heavily, calming herself. What he said was true, she had to go back, she couldn’t just leave all of those people who loved her or the world that needed her. 

“Okay,” She said, “I’ll go back.” 

Fives’s smile never left his features, his hands sliding down Lee’s body to rest on her waist.

“That's my girl.” He said, resting his forehead against Lee’s. 

He tilted his head ever so slightly bringing his lips to hers in a chaste kiss. 

Lee’s eyes closed, melting into the sensation of her lover once more. She thought she’d never feel his touch again, express her undying love for him, or see his handsome face again. But here she was, in the world between worlds, giving him the goodbye she never got to give him.

“I love you.” Fives said, pulling away slightly, his lips brushing against Lee’s as he spoke. 

When Lee parted from him and opened her eyes she was met by the stars once more. She was still alive, but just barely. The warmth around her was gone and she felt the cold wind billow through the grass and over her skin. 

She didn’t know what brought her to do it, but she sat up. Maybe it was Fives helping her stand, whatever it was she got up. Most people would have already died, but Lee, Lee took a step, and then another until she reached the treeline. Like she’d predicted, Taleed was nearby. He’d been waiting until the coast was clear before he would go in search of Lee. The deep blue togruta approached Lee, catching her as her body collapsed. 

Lee awoke some time later laying in one of the tents they’d set up earlier in the night. Her wounds had been patched up best Taleed could do considering the equipment he possessed. 

“It’s good to have you back lil’un,” Taleed said, “you’re in pretty bad shape, I did the best I could to patch you up.” He sat down on the ground next to the makeshift cot where Lee lay. 

Lee groaned in pain as she turned to slightly face Taleed. 

“Thank you buir.” Lee said fondly, offering a pained smile.

Taleed nodded. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t come for you sooner. Is there anything I can get you?” He said softly.

Lee shook her head. 

“I’m alright. Just tired and hurting.” She turned her head back towards the ceiling. 

“Tomorrow I’ll go into the nearby village to gather supplies and see if any of the locals have a proper place to stay. For now we will stay here at camp, its the safest option right now.” The man said. 

“I’ll be alright here then, it’ll give me time to rest and heal.” Lee said quietly, closing her eyes. 

“I’ll be outside meditating if you need me.” Taleed said getting up and exiting the tent. 

Lee drifted off to sleep once more, tomorrow was a new day and Lee accepted it with open arms. 

tags: @coffeeandbatboys @whiskygoldwings @gregorsmissingarmor

[pagetgram]

@pagetpaget: I finally went to the Grand Canyon. This is an extraordinary country full of beauty and kind people. The news makes everything seem terrible. I still believe in us.

[generic-lab-assistant]

Another SJSM oc ehehehe

[nemesyaaa]

buffalo 66' au ! old!serial killer!rafe x young!sugardoll!reader. moodboard & aesthetic only ! (not a fic please !)

you were a young doll stucked in your baby blues shades world, who was born to fall into old men traps. and this one was an old serial killer who made you a missing girl in your small town.

you adored him like he was the only god in the world. and you even started to believe that when he kidnapped you it was not a crime but intimacy.

you were a young crybaby, a babydoll full of tears, with a sweet white and blue soul, pure as heaven, and soft as clouds. you wanted nothing more than to be the wife of the old daddy with dirty bloody hands that can kill for you, but never hurts you.

“ i just wanted you to know that i think you're the sweetest guy in the world. and the most handsome. i love you. ”

you were to him the innocence he never had, the peace he wanted to hold forever. you were his little girl.

“ i will be very sad if you don't come back. just tell me, don't lie to me.”

“ you adore me, you love me, you cherish me, jesus christ you can't live without me”

“ i'm gonna step out of the car for one minute. one minute, i'm gonna step out. put your hands on the dashboard like that. hold 'em like that. don't let me see you move them one finger, not one finger move, not one twitch of a move or i'll come back and choke you to death. i swear to god, don't move, little girl. i can put a gun on your angel face, and blood on your pretty tears. ”

“ do you still think i'm the sweetest guy in the world ?" " yes, always. can i hug you now ?"

tadouuum !!! hbddd @bunnyrafe <333 (i'm 'ot so so proud of it but wish you like it) + @fae-of-prey thx to make me think of it

[skoulsons]

Thinking about early master and apprentice relationship with baylan and shin and shin being like “so what’d you do in the Order? Who trained you? What other padawans did you train with?” And other random questions where the answers are 40 years old and baylan is just like. what have I gotten myself into

[prymith]

"There are days when the booming of the wind in the pines is like the audible rushing of time- when the sad knowledge of the grave stirs in the subconscious and bends the spirit to melancholy..."

- W.J. Cash, The Mind of the South

[theriverbeyond]

lost focus & started reading blood on the tracks/trail of blood at 12am and. holy shit

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Also, now I wanna know about the Killcode in Kill Lunar 🦇

[Answering asks out of order because work today, dw it bothers me more than everyone who’s asked me stuff that hasn’t been answered yet.]

Kill Lunar AU Kill Code is my babygirl, I literally cannot stop thinking about him because of my Gollum brain. Not going into plot, and keeping intentionally vague if I do because I’m not even close to being there yet, but I can tell you what he looks like.

KC is going to be purple and silver. His…His hair is going to be the longest. This fucker is going to have hair that drags on the floor and needs to be tied up so he doesn’t trip on it and fall flat on his face. Like how some people give him a much longer hat than Moon, his hair is going to be floor length and his hair will be grudgelike when we meet him, matted, tangled, over his face, overgrown, messy, and frizzy. Just…so, so messy and unkempt.

His outfit isn’t the same as canon either, since he looks like a homeless man in canon and I can’t have the babygirl be looking homeless. He wears purple jestery pants like his family but with little grey skulls on them at first while he’s in Moon’s head. Eventually, his pants become dotted with crescent moons instead once he’s no longer feral and controlled by his nature and external factors.

His little waist and neck frill things are purple with grey stripes and he has the same kind of freckles that Lunar does (like little tiny glowy stars over his face and arms). Kill Code is also very skinny compared to his family, something due to those external factors messing with Moon’s kill code.

He’s bio-organic, being part of Moon, who is also bio-organic still and all. He still has big claws and sharp teethies, though those are both retractable into normal nails and teeth and are mainly for show. KC is very animalistic at first since he’s growing sentience and mainly growls rather than speaks like he does in canon (a piece of a plot point).

KC is much more calm later on and even able to speak eventually, but he’s very feral at first. He even crawls on all fours at times, not to threaten, but because he forgets how to walk properly while he’s feral. There’s also external factors that mess with Moon’s kill code that contribute to KC’s feral nature as he is the kill code.

Due to him being skinny as all shit, KC drains energy faster than Moon or Lunar does, though this eventually gets fixed once the external factors get dealt with and KC is actually eating and getting taken care of by his family.

[Ranting in the notes yet again.]

[aschlepius]

just realized there was a gorgeous mediabook version of Every Kingdom and now im cursing and kicking my 12-year-old self for not being a ben howard fan in 2011

[fellhellion]

incredible how I watched the entirety of the clone wars (chronological order too!) and barely remember anything about it.