#OUTCASTS

[soylent-robot]

a pair of nautical nightmares

[onstar9]

Hozier is just like “I’m a corpse in the woods I have a complicated relationship with religion and I’m tastefully horny” (source: spacefroggity)

AURORA is just like “I’m in love with being in love but find the universe and the ideals of humanity more beautiful and worth protecting and I’m at the same time finding a home for myself”

Florence + the Machine is just like “I find beauty in the natural and unnatural pain in things, the woods reflect my soul, which is encompassed in my all-consuming violent love”

[hislittleraincloud]

"The Faceless"

Rare photo of AB Mishizu Herz (left) at the Rave'N.

In Satisfying Afterburn lore, The Faceless are Nopperabō ¹. The girl who Wednesday has a bad habit of crashing into, Mishizu Herz, is a half-Japanese, half-German Nopperabō whose Outcast powers are supernaturally empathetic, reflecting the heart of who she physically and mentally encounters on her face, for however long or brief (depending on the strength of the preoccupation). In Outcast society, they tend to make good law enforcement officers/work well with the investigative justice system* since their powers are objective. They can't help or manipulate who they 'face'; it's something like a temporary possession by the emotional image projected by the other person. Still, Norminal society has a deep distrust of shapeshifting Outcasts, so there are few Nopperabō at higher levels of government.

*And thus, in the future there will be some more interesting interactions between ABW and Mishizu.

[inhousearchive]

House-ad for Outcasts (1987), a 12 issue maxi-series set in a dystopian future ruled by mega corporations.

Characters appearing in this series would later show up again in Lobo: UnAmerican Gladiators (1993), also written by John Wagner and Alan Grant.

[vertigoartgore]

2009's Agents of Atlas Vol.2 #1 cover by Art Adams and Guru-eFX.

[alternate-kiza]

Law: Fuck this game, fuck this event *Throws all his things into lava*

*Drake and Zoro laughing*

Law: I’m done, I’m done, I’m throwing it all away, I’m only going to have the mask

Zoro: Here are some items to make it back

Law: Thank you man*Throws it into lava* Thank you man

Drake: How are you going to go back

Law: I’ll log off *Logs off*

With Heat and Wire

Heat hearing Wire laugh: What is it

Wire: I just watched Law throw all his possessions into lava

Heat: They have officially lost it

[lilblucat]

Goblin moded.

[cam2d]

The new plastic Brotherhood of Steel models, painted as Brotherhood of Steel Outcasts for Fallout: Wasteland Warfare. Thanks to Modiphius for sending these to me for review!

[rosebud64]

Let's take ibuprofen together!

Yes im aware the shading on the hair makes 0 sense but it looks cool to me fuck you

[soylent-robot]

youve yeed your last haw, pardner

[georgescitadel]

Interviewer: So many of your characters are outsiders, they're either different or disabled in some way and they seem to be the only characters that are capable of true compassion, though they suffer for it. Is this something you're conscious of doing?

George: Definitely! I have a large cast of viewpoint characters, but, for most part, they all have something that makes them a bit of an outcast. Tyrion is a dwarf; Jon Snow is a bastard; Dany, who's beautiful, is a penniless exile who's being essentially sold off in marriage; Arya is born to a noble house, but she's kind of a wild child who doesn't conform with her proper gender roles; Brienne of Tarth, even more (doesn't conform to her proper gender roles), and because of that she suffers a lot of scorn and rejection, as she's not a proper woman in the terms of her society; Sam Tarly is fat and bookish when a lord is expected to be more warlike, strong, fierce and good with a sword, and Sam would rather read and dance and listen to music, so he suffers a lot of rejection as well. I could go on and on.

- George R.R. Martin, ABC Conversations with Richard Fidler

[pithia]

This world is unforgiving and cruel to those it judges as even the slightest bit outside the norm. If anyone should be kind, understanding, accepting, loving to their fellow outcasts, it's you.

—Eleanor West (Every Heart a Doorway by Seanan McGuire)

[supercap2319]

Shower Shenanigans

Tyler Galpin x Male Reader

“That was the best game of Death Ball ever!” Y/N cried as he pushed through the door to his shared dorm,Tyler right behind him as he closed it behind.

Today, they had the Poe Cup tournament of Death Ball that pitted all the cliques of the school against each other until only one team remained. Since Y/N and Tyler were the only half breeds at the school as everyone else had supernatural parents who were the same species, they were put on a team together as they faced off against the Fangs, Furs, Stoners, Scales, Shifters, and Psychics.

It was a great tournament and Y/N and Tyler managed to come out on top, surprising not only their fellow students, but the professors as well. There were congratulations and cheers of happiness, but they were also looks of distrust and whispers of cheating about their epic win. Though, if their sweaty purple raven T-shirts were any indication that they worked their asses off to win the heavy golden trophy, they were carrying into their room. They had, in fact, not cheated at all to win.

“It was, but I feel bad though,” Tyler expressed as he sat on his bed close to the window and removed his shoes and sweaty socks.

Y/N had finished putting the trophy on the desk before he looked at the Sheriff’s son. “Why? We won this trophy fair and square. We both practiced hard for today, and we beat all the odds stacked against us. The Furs had the strength. The Fangs had the speed. The Stoners had the moxie. The Scales had the charm. The Shifters had the mimicry. And the Psychics had the perception.” Y/N listed off as he sat on his own bed across from Tyler’s and lifted up his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face as Tyler got a good look at his boyfriend's body all wet and smooth as he turned away, a blushed danced across his face.

“I mean, the coach said we could use any of our skills to win, and we did. Ty, what’s this really about?” He looks at the curly haired barista as he sighed softly. “It’s just… there are some who think we cheated because you had Hyde on your team… and I’m not sure they’re wrong.” He’s had this fear ever since his dad cut a deal with Nevermore Academy. Tyler doesn’t go to jail if he attended their school, which was ironic since Nevermore banned Hyde’s from their school 30 years ago. The same time Tyler’s mother went to school here. Now that he was here, Tyler had trouble fitting in. The people at normie school hated him. And now the outcasts of Nevermore hated him, too.

“Hydes are artists by nature, but equally vindictive in temperament. How long is it going to be before I lose control and kill someone? How long before I betray you again?” Tyler looks at Y/N, his features sad with the corners of his eyes wet from almost shed tears. He never should have trusted Laurel Gates, but she was kind to him. Caring in an almost motherish sort of way. Tyler fell for her kindness and now he was paying the price for it. He threw his head in his hands and shook his head. “I should just leave. I don’t belong here…”

Tyler was about to get up, but Y/N took a hold of his hands as he rubbed a thumb over the top of them. The barista looks up as Y/N gives him a reassuring look. “Ty… I can’t change what happened, or what Thornhill did to you. How she tortured you to make you this monster, but it doesn’t matter. Because it wasn’t your fault. It was out of your hands and all that matters is that you’re here, and you're with me. Safe and sound. I’ll take that any day.” He brought Tyler’s hands close to his undead heart. “You have people that love you. People who care for you and will miss you if you leave.”

“Really?” Tyler dared not hope that these comforting words were true. That there were people out there that could actually accept him for who he was.

Y/N smiled. “Of course. You have more people in your corner than you realize.”

The barista smiled and chuckled as he wiped away his tears. “I’m a real mess, huh?” The other boy walked up and straddled his hips as leaned close to Tyler, and kissed his lips softly. Tyler moans, putting a hand behind Y/N’s back as they continue to kiss, grinding against each other before pulling away. “That’s what I like about you.”

Tyler laughed as they kissed once again. “So, a shower sounds good right now.”

“It does. Luckily, being the winners of the Death Ball Poe Cup gives us a private bathroom.”

“Really?”

“Yup. With bragging rights for a year and a shiny trophy and a private shower,” Y/N said.

Tyler smiled. Maybe he could make it here after all. As long as he had someone as amazing as Y/N in his life, the past could stay the past. This was the present. “Private shower, huh? Can’t wait to check that out.”

“Neither can I, mister Galpin. Feel like getting wet with me?” Y/N had a suggestive smile on his face as images of them underneath the shower head and soapy handjobs flashed through Tyler’s mind as he shivered.

“You made it sound dirty on purpose, didn’t you?” Tyler asked him.

“You know it, Baby.”

[quotelr]

The earth is not just for the clever and the strong.

Shūsaku Endō

[alternate-kiza]

Wire: We should start something new

Heat: What do you have in mind?

Wire: Dungeons and Dragons

Drake: We can play it while drinking

Wire: That’s a good idea

Heat: Who would be the DM?

Drake and Wire: Law

Law: You are not dragging me into it.

Drake: Oh come on

Zoro: I could be the mediator in case anything goes wrong.

Law: Fine

Wire: We should get everyone else on board

Law: No, that’s too many people to keep track of

Drake: I’ll ask them right away

Zoro: You better start working on it

Law defeated: I wish I could take it back