#I'm insane for a trophy with limbs and a face

[me--and-ur-mom]

ermm I maybe draw trophy again

i love him so much you don't understand. Box looks so ugly but I love him

[lamaenthel]

Obedience

[read on ao3][masterlist][Febuwhump prompt: obedience]

Jesse tries to hold out against the flaying of his mind, but Darth Maul won't be denied what he wants to know about Ahsoka Tano.

Characters: CT-5597|Jesse, Darth Maul, Original Mandalorian Character Wordcount: 1942

Jesse spat into the sewer water at Maul's feet and fixed him with a glare. "We can go round and round in this circle if you want," he snarled. His blood was still burning from the battle—from the humiliation of being captured—but the commander was safe. As long as Rex kept her from doing something stupid, like trying to come after him, she'd stay that way. "I ain't telling you anything."

"It is not up to you." A shiver went down Jesse's spine at the look in Maul's burning eyes. "Your mind will speak, or it will break." He raised his hand and flexed his fingers; a cold sensation like icewater spread out under Jesse's skin and shocked him. While he twitched, Maul started rifling through his brain like a holodex. Jesse pushed him out with everything he had, falling back on the tricks that his commander and general had taught him in order to resist mental manipulation. Enclose yourself in a box. Nothing gets in, nothing gets out. The only thing that exists are those walls. Make them sharp, make them cut whoever reaches in. With every breath in, your walls are fortified. With every breath out, your intruder is repelled.

"Tell me."

Jesse tried to breathe in and fortify, but the Sith's intrusion squeezed his brain like a vice. His eyes rolled back in his head with the effort of trying to breathe and push the bastard away at the same time. He clenched his teeth and shoved to no avail; the weak mental walls he'd erected were effortlessly swept away by an icy red tide.

Maul breathed out the heavy scent of old blood and sulfur inches away from his face. "Who is this Ahsoka Tano?"

Jesse threw his head back and screamed, helplessly pulled under by the Sith's wave. It forced the air from his lungs and left him violently shaking in its wake, memories rising to the surface like a school of dead fish.

"That's our commanding officer? Shabla haran, she's barely out of diapers." Jesse stared at the little Togruta that stood at attention behind General Skywalker, all gangly limbs like a newborn orbak and eyes half the size of her face. Those oversized eyes snapped to his through his visor. His cheeks went hot and he squirmed, suddenly afraid that she could hear helmet comms with those horns of hers.

"We coat them in metal to protect them,” Ahsoka said proudly, removing her headdress for the three troopers to see. Jesse leaned in to get a better look at the iron-coated trophies. “Akul teeth are sharp but break easily. They’re like lampreys, they’ve got something like ten rows of teeth and are constantly regrowing them.”

Jesse punctured the hydropouch with a straw and handed it to Ahsoka. She was still too dizzy to stand. The static burn his stunner bolt had left on her big forehead was getting redder by the second. "I'm sorry, Commander," he said, too ashamed to meet her eyes. She laughed and patted him right on his fresh ink as payback for tagging her.

"Bobi!" Ahsoka piled out of the larty tumbling over her gangly legs, eager to dive into the arms of General Kenobi. She frantically rubbed her head on his weary, ash-smudged face. Jesse raised an eyebrow under his bucket. "Give you ten warra nuts if you call him General Bobi," he whispered over comms, making Kix snort.

Maul growled like a rabid massiff. "She is of his lineage. Of course."

"Kix said you're going to be on bedrest for at least two weeks while your nerves regenerate, so I brought something to keep you from going totally insane." Ahsoka set up the holoprojector at the foot of the medbay cot and slid onto the covers, stretching out beside him like a sleepy tooka. "Ever watched a sholo—erm, a Shilian holovid? Shili makes the best in the galaxy. This one is a series, it was only released off-world a few months ago. It's called Princess For A Year. The premise is a little sketchy, but the reviews are good." She rested her big head on his chest and dimmed the overhead light with a wave of her hand.

"Let me be very clear with you, Ahsoka." Dol Sylen rested his chin on folded hands and fixed the commander with a hungry look. "I am no fool. I'm sure you already have a plan brewing in that pretty head of yours. You're going to play nice, do your best to convince me that you return my affection and try to gain my trust." He fondled Ahsoka's lek. "It's not going to work. You're going to do whatever I want you to do. Not because you like me and want to be obedient, but because if you don't, I'll hit this button—" he held up a small remote, " —and shock your pet until he pisses himself. If I want you to dance, you'll dance. If I want you to bend over this table and let me fuck you, you'll get fucked." Ahsoka inhaled sharply as he yanked hard on her lek. "Or maybe I'll watch your clone fuck you."

Jesse screamed and shoved Maul out of his mind. The Commander's humiliated, tearstained face swam in his vision, her mutilated lek dripping blood, the wild-eyed look of a prey animal that she didn't shake for a full month afterwards… 

"Stop fighting and obey, clone." Maul spat the words like they burned him. "Give me what I seek, or I will return you to your beloved Commander as a drooling husk."

"I'll die before I let you touch her." Jesse spat a thick glob of saliva in the Zabrak's eye and tried to headbutt him. The Mando dalgaan holding him kneed him hard in the spine. He fell to the ground gasping.

"As you wish." Maul's eyes brightened, burning with hatred. "But you will show me what I want to know before you do."

Maul peeled Jesse's brain apart like an onion to get at what was hidden in the meat. His vision went black around the edges as Maul ripped him open with tooth and claw, spitting out the memories like viscera.

Jesse held Ahsoka tight and desperately begged the Force that she trusted so dearly to not let her die. "I think you need a transfusion," he said. She purred weakly and shivered, cold despite the humid heat of Xior-Cal. He helplessly watched another drop of blood leak from the tip of her right lek. She nodded off in his arms for the second time.

He dragged Ahsoka to the ground and started chest compressions. He felt her ribs crack and swallowed down a sob. Kix always said that if they didn't break, you weren't doing it right, but he was still terrified that he was driving shards of bone into her heart.

They'd brought an oversized bed into the halls of healing to accommodate Ahsoka's need for physical touch while she recovered from surgery. Jesse lay at her front while General Skywalker curled around her from behind; he met Jesse's eyes between her montrals and smiled gratefully.

"S-stop…" Jesse said weakly. "You…"

"Quiet." Maul flexed his hand. "Your childish affection for Skywalker is of no importance to me. What happened to this Mandalorian?"

"She killed him." Jesse caught his breath, fixed him with a glare. "She'll do the same to you, demagolka."

"His name was… Sylen. That was your kinsman, Ijaan, was it not?"

The hulking blue Mandalorian behind Maul removed his helmet and smirked at Jesse. "He was."

Jesse snarled at the sight of Dol Sylen's lone surviving clanmate. "Shabuir. Naasade ru'partayli gar."

"Ni'cuy mav. Gar vi'tayc, ara'goten."

Jesse flinched at the slur; stillbirth, the most favored word by the Deathwatch to describe him and his brothers.

"He was the one that suggested you." Maul clenched his fist. "More."

"I thought Appo was joking when he said you adopted that little shabuir, Commander!" Jesse stepped forward and put his hands on her shoulders with a pleading look. "Tell me you're joking, Commander." Her big eyes filled up with desperate tears. "I couldn't just leave him in there, Jess!"

"Sentiment." The bastard snorted. "She adopted the brat of your progenitor? How compassionate of her." 

"Get down!" Jesse blasted the first two Weequays in the face, caught the knife of the third and shoved it into his own throat. The fourth got flipped and a gutshot from Tup. Boba plugged the next two that ran in and cried out for help as long, spidery white arms wrapped around him like a flytrap and disappeared behind the tent flap. "Boba!" Jesse cried, stepping forward without seeing the Nikto break off from the three fighting Tup behind him. Scaly fingers yanked his head back and a long knife opened his throat.

"I am one with the Force, and the Force is with me." Skywalker held his hands on either side of Jesse's neck. The tissue rapidly closed, forcing Tup's finger out of his artery as it knitted back together with the Force. He sank back once the wound closed with a final tingle, panting and pale. "Aurra Sing," Jesse croaked as soon as he drew enough breath to speak. "It�� it was Aurra Sing."

Ahsoka sat with her legs dangling over the side of the catwalk and picked at her cuticles miserably. "I… I love him. I'm in love with him." She closed her eyes and squeezed out a trail of tears. "I am so kriffing in love with that man that it hurts, Jess, and I can never, ever tell him."

"Adorable," Maul said, his voice a sickening coo of mockery. He kept going, shredding Jesse's mind in search of what he sought. He flipped through memories like picturebooks and examined every tiny cranny that Jesse kept his deepest, darkest thoughts in. By the time Maul's hunger for knowledge was finally sated, Jesse could barely kneel upright. He'd pissed himself long ago and tasted vomit, though he didn't remember throwing up. His whole body dripped with sweat. When he looked down, he saw a small puddle of blood. He sniffed and choked on coagulated clots.

Maul finally withdrew his choking, oily presence from Jesse's mind. "Take him away. Ensure he is fed and watered. We do not want our hostage to perish before it is time." 

"Yes, Lord Maul." Ijaan Sylen yanked him to nerveless feet with one massive hand and shoved him forward. "Move it, chakaar."

Jesse stumbled over his clumsy feet. Maul…Maul knew everything. Every memory that Jesse had ever shared with Ahsoka had been sucked up and devoured for analysis, then spit back out with the meat cleaned from the bones. He knew about her Empathy and how her synesthesia turned people's emotions into colored auras. He knew that she left the Order after Barriss Offee had framed her for bombing the Temple and the Council had let her hang. He knew that she had a soft spot for the clones, that she had a deep adoration for General Skywalker and General Kenobi, that she believed in justice and in helping people and doing what was right even if it killed her. 

He knew she was in love with Rex.

He knew everything. Jesse had given Maul everything he needed to know in order to destroy her. He hung his head and wept as he was led away, wondering if it was possible to die of shame.

MANDO'A TRANSLATIONS Shabla haran: fucking hell Demagolka: monster Shabuir. Naasade ru'partayli gar: Motherfucker. Nobody will remember you. Ni'cuy mav. Gar vi'tayc, ara'goten: I'm free. You're a slave, stillbirth. Chakaar: asshole

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[wheucto]

ok abnormal beings ii au list

fan as the internet. like the entire internet. his body is actually a robot he controls remotely since it would be pretty hard to put the Whole Internet into a robotic body, even if you are the internet yourself. that or just a database of the internet, but still very similar. he's still hopelessly obsessed w inanimate insanity, somehow.

paper was originally an inanimate piece of paper, until one day someone drew on him and he came alive. because of this, his limbs and face look hand-drawn. he used to live in an endless white void, where he found a rock and pair of scissors. they shared the same origin story, the same mysterious person who brought them to life and disappeared. they tried to search for them, but couldn't find them.

paper can draw things on himself, and they'll become 'real,' too. those drawings have that same hand-drawn look, and their inside (the parts inside the outline) will retain the look they had when he finished it (if it wasn't colored in, its insides are white. if it was made in marker, crayon, colored pencil, or something else, it'll look like that.). he used this power to populate the once-empty void he and his friends inhabited.

one day, he drew a door and placed it in an empty part of the abyss. it led to earth. eventually, he, rock, and scissors went through it. there, they parted ways. he still thinks about them.

paintbrush could be blessed with fire powers or something? be part fire spirit or something?

nickel can act out any part consistently, as if he was truly that part. he's done this as long as he remembers. though, if he tries to act as someone else, it's not necessarily accurate to that person, just what he thinks they act like. nickel doesn't think he has a true self.

through this power he competes on both bfdi and inanimate insanity. it solves the problem of having two conflicting personalities he has to keep up, but doesn't solve the fact he has to travel between the two shows constantly in a way that doesn't make anyone suspicious. somehow, he manages it. kind of.

i said trophy was a cryptid, but he's actually probably something else? i don't know what he'd be, but he has these things he's really particular about. like if he was an urban legend, there'd be specific guidelines on how to interact with him to not anger him or whatever.

he doesn't like people coming into his room without permission or knocking or taking his things. he always wakes up around 2 am, and he's more irritated when people come into his room at that time. he dislikes soap's spray bottle, but it always wards him off. he especially dislikes when it's in his room. that's HIS room soap. his SAFE SPACE. get OUT.

once he finds out he's whatever he is, he uses his new powers for Mischief. he appears in mirrors. paintings. he often lies and says these are part of the etiquette of interacting with him but if you acknowledge it he has to stop doing it. like if he was in a painting chilling and you told him to get out he'd probably have to leave. sometimes he makes up new rules and pretends like they're actual rules, but if you call him out he will tell the truth about it, unwillingly.

oj as like this powerful eldritch creature thing. he knows he is Not Normal and is very upset about this. maybe he doesn't know the extent of his powers because he just. doesn't use them and supresses them all the time.

i'm not really sure about details about his powers but maybe he can make things float. maybe tentacles...? like that come out of his liquid and... something about his juice. maybe it can just like rise out of him and do some Crazy Stuff.

he probably doesn't know he's an eldritch creature. like he knows whatever he is isn't the norm but not that. maybe his parents/creator eldritch creatures put him on earth to be raised by object parents for some reason? maybe these beings create worlds or something. or hide among objects? upon planets with life for reasons i guess.

test tube is more of a run of the mill mythical creature. like a shapeshifter or something. maybe an elf or fairy. she doesn't know this, and in fact doesn't even believe in mythical creatures.

the floor is the island and also some sort of eldritch creature. possibly him and oj are related but probably not.

i think it'd be funny if silver spoon was normal. like. just normal. he's the kind of guy to pretend to be something he's not as to make others think he's cool or something. though i guess he could be an elf.

i once saw the headcanon that lightbulb was a cyborg so i'm putting it here in this au.

suitcase with like an endless expanse of storage inside her. like you go in her and you find this abyss full of random stuff like chairs and sunglasses and various books.

goo as a symbiotic relationship between like two colonial organisms or whatever. one's his face and the other is the goo. both are like kind of colonial microbes i guess? or the face is more like a fungus or something.

goo's face belongs to a species of organisms which can like. change their shape at will and stuff. they can mimic things like faces, which they typically do, but they can also be an amorphous black blob. they stick to things, like rocks or the ground and sometimes other organisms (typically plants or fungi). their relationships with other organisms can be symbiotic, parasitic or commensalistic (neither beneficial or harmful), depending on the individual themself. they can send signals to organisms they lie on.

goo's goo is like a bunch of little microbes. sort of like a slime mold, but not really since i'm pretty sure slime molds are either individual cells that get together in desperate times or a massive cell with multiple nuclei, and whatever species goo comes from is made up of individual cells that are together for most of the time. cells can survive on their own, but like being together. the more cells there are in a goo, the more complex and intelligent it is.

one day, facey was doing normal face creature things like being on a tree, when he spotted a amorphous blue glob of Something moving around like an animal. curious, he attached himself to it, and sent a signal. surprisingly, it sent a signal back. since the goo was a person in its own right, but had no real way of interacting with others, facey offered to be its interface towards other people.

maybe goo can stay two people, one the blue glob thing and the other the face, but since goos are like multiple organisms which build up a person, why can't the combination of both facey and the goo eventually become one person?

tea kettle is a mother but like with teleporting powers and superhuman hearing and stuff like that.

lifering is the kind of mermaid that becomes a mermaid when touching water.

yinyang as two ancient spirtis in the same body. maybe they were always an object (and maybe then even the first object?) or maybe the object form is something gained later that they became for some odd reason.

cabby as a knowledge spirit.

knife as normal but observant. he can tell nearly everyone is Not Normal.

blueberry has some kind of amazing power but makes no use of it. 'what's the point...'

maybe clover as a luck spirit? but then she'd probably believe in luck. blessed by a luck spirit? half luck spirit?

tissues is immune to a lot of Abnormal Stuff that the other people on ii can do or radiate or whatever. otherwise he's normal

salt and pepper learned telepathy somehow. they can do that mental fusion thing now. they don't use that often.

maybe pickle as a werewolf? for some reason? gosh i dont know

[themadauthorshatter]

FEBUWHUMP DAYS 15-19!

Day 15: Hidden scars (From Red Queen

-As we all know in the wonderful world of Red Queen, Cal has scars that he wears like trophies

-I'm counting them as hidden because Mare and we the readers only see them when Cal takes off his shirt and turns his back.

-BECAUSE THEY TELL HIM THAT HE SURVIVED AND WAS LUCKY FOR IT. Kinda like a sick way of saying, "Good job of not dying, gold star" or "This is how you survived. Best be glad it worked."

-One scar was a stab from an enemy's bayonet that JUST missed something vital, another is a a clean shot through from a bullet that almost made him lose a limb.

-Does he get on edge talking about them? Not really. He just gets uncomfortable because it's like remembering when you broke your leg or had to get a tooth pulled; not fun, and not okay with sharing.

-It probably doesn't help that Tibe was proud of Cal's keeping the scars; nothing says, "I'm a man's man," like battle scars.

-Cal doesn't mind having his scars, but he does when people ask how he got them, because he sort of forgot.

-The only one who felt shook with him was Julian, who was frightened by the idea of losing the last peice of his sister that he has left.

Day 16: "Does that hurt?" (From Toppat!Charles)

- Going a little dicky with this one.

- Charles is in his cell after taking a beating and is insanely sore and tired.

-It does not help that Right walks in to check on him and actually admits to being surprised at Charles's endurance; the army really did raise him to be tough.

- Charles doesn't really listen, but Right spots a bandage that's covering some broken ribs and makes the observation that he's probably bagning Charles up a little too hard, seeing as how one kick nearly shattered his ribs.

-Charles ignores him and Right answers by letting himself into the cell, stating that Charles can act like a child all he wants, if he's okay with getting kicked around because of it. Charles mutters that Right can do whatever he wants because it doesn't really matter anymore; Charles can't feel it, so what's the point?

-To test his theory, Right grabs Charles and throws him to the ground, making Charles scream and cough as he lands on his already injured ribs.

-Right only glowers at him amd asks if he felt THAT, if he felt the impact of the throw and if he's in any pain to feel his ribs breaking.

-Charles stays quiet and Right responds with a kick to the face, somewhat demanding an answer.

-Charles is beaten a little more, getting his skin broken open, his ribs re-broken, blood everywhere and in his eyes, and even almost going unconscious before he responds that, yes, he can actually feel that he's in pain, thank you very much.

-Satisfied, Right carries Charles to the infirmary to get him patched up, because he's nice like that.

-Charles onlys lets himself be carried and examined, knowing that fighting of any kind is useless.

Day 17: Self-inflicted Wound

- ... I'm skipping this one. Call me whatever you want, but I can't do this prompt.

Take a brain break and enjoy this gif of a puppy, go get some water, eat a snack, watch some Tiktok, But It's Basically Vine Videos, Idk just take a minute or two to shake off anything stressful because goodness knows we don't practice self-care enough🤷‍♀️

If you're back, great.

ONWARD!

Day 18: Forced to Watch (From the Webcomic Series Fire for Hire by @cutec3 because I'm a fangirl and the potential is TOO ripe)

-Once upon a tine ago, Frank worked for the mafia, which never ends well.

-On one sunny day, after a successful hunt, Silver had him and a few others stick around for a couple demonstrations, one that involved 'harvesting' from an elemental, and another that Silver gave to show what happens to people who are of no use to him.

-The second act started small with an explanation about why the Hunter failed and what he THINKS should happen to him.

-He only awkwardly suggests a demotation and pay cut, but Silver suggests a different idea, as emphasized when he grabs the Hunter's arm, freezes it whole and shatters it against his desk.

-Everyone in the room gasps, except for Silver, as they watch the Hunter scream over the fact that his arm was frozen and SHATTERED amd the amount of pain he's currently in because of it.

- Frank instantly reacts by holding his own arms, but Silver's not done, as he grabs the Hunter by the neck and begins to slowly freeze the rest of him, the Hunter shivering, apologizing, and begging the entire time.

- Silver doesn't really listen and instead tells the Hunter that he has NO place in his 'business' for people who are useless and don't bring him results, and that refers to both in hunts and in post-injection. Seeing as how the Hunter is the former, he's kind of fired and on two minutes' notice as he continues to freeze, his muscles tensing from the decreasing temperature and making him shiver violently, his skin turning blue, teeth clicking together, and sort of unable to produce tears to cry, until he first dies and then turns to a block of ice that Silver carelessly pushes back and lets shatter across the floor.

-All of the witnesses are shaken and stirred, but Frank is figuratively frozen as he looks at the remains of the Hunter, at the fact that if he screws up, he'll be frozen from the inside out and killed amd no one will save him from that.

-Silver excuses the men left in the room and warns them to not disappoint him, not unless they know what's good for them.

-Frank does not look a gift horse in the mouth and leaves right away, not wanting to stay to see how certain messes arebcleaned up.

Day 19: Delirium (From Dip/AfP by @dreamsofspike-blog yet again😅 Gabriel just can't escape the whump, can he? Slight spoilers for AfP)

-Anyone ever been so overworked, but still so stressed that they can't sleep no matter how exhausted they are? That's Gabriel in a nutshell as he 'works for' Aziraphale.

-When he goes to bed, it feels like the best thing ever.

-It's a real big shame that he's so scared and stressed out that he can't get a wink of sleep😮‍💨😑

-And it gets worse the longer it gets, as he begins to hear footsteps and voices that he's pretty sure don't belong to anyone and then he begins to RECOGNIZE those voices and can put names to them.

-One of the things he sees and hears is Crowley as he talks about having another escape plan that relies on him escaping while Gabriel causes a distraction. Maybe he can screw up one of his chores and work with his shirt OFF for a change so that Aziraphale is more enticed to take his time, and it will leave to Crowley slipping away. Catch is that he'll only tell Michael and the others if he remembers because priorities.

-Another thing he sees is Aziraphale, who appears as he did in the days of Eden and before he forst war in Heaven. Aziraphale asks what Gabriel did to deserve all of this, what happened for them both to deserve what's happened to them. There were two things Aziraphale had ever wanted: To gain Heaven's and the Archangels' approval and to live on Earth with Crowley, but neither happened because of Gabriel and everything he's done, from every arrogant remark to Aziraphale to toughen up our do better in his work to talking Crowley from him, the only person that he loved and loved him, even remarking that he only ever tried his best to please his boss, and has lost everything for it.

-Speaking of losing everything, the last thing I'll mention Gabriel seeing is himself, but not the tired, weak, abused Archangel he is currently.

- He sees who he was before, prideful, strong, clean, deterred by nothing and wounded by nothing as he stands in a clean, expensive suit that fits him perfectly and makes him look every ounce of the leader of Heaven that he is.

-This version of Gabriel stares at the one curled up and shaking in bed with disgust and shame, absolutely disappointed in the fact the Aziraphale, a Principality who's a sap for Earth and a traitor to Heaven, actually did this to him, broke him down to the point where he's afraid of his own shadow. It's sad and something that is unbelievable because he's the Archangel fucking Gabriel.

-Present Gabriel tells his old self that he can't fight back, not with the watch on and not when he has nowhere to go.

-Past/Hallucination Gabriel laughs because Gabriel CAN take get the watch off and DOES have a place to go. He's just too much of a coward to do either because he's become a demon loving whore just like Aziraphale, so much so that he's become Heaven's doormat rather than their voice.

-Gabriel shouts at his past self to go away, if he hates him so much. Leave andbho back to Heaven where he doesn't have to deal with anything that doesn't hurt him, like right now.

-The shouting snaps him out of it and makes him realize that he REALLY needs the sleep he can’t actually have.

-Even worse, someone walks in: The REAL Crowley, who asks if Gabriel's okay.

-Gabriel takes a moment and lies that he's fine, laying down on his bed and saying he was just having a bad dream.

-Crowley knows that's BS, but knows better than to push after everything that's happened(go read the Perdition books if you want to know what's going on). He asks if Gabriel needs anything and the Archangel declines, as he needs to be focused for his 'work' tomorrow.

-Crowley relents and leaves, giving an apoloy and a goodnight as he does so.

-As much as Gabriel wants to ask Crowley to stay, he doesn't, in fear that the demon really is planning on leaving him for realsies, something he just can't handle.

-In spite of everything, Gabriel gets a tiny bit of sleep before he has to get up.