#have the stabby chapter

[modernsuperhero]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game), Dream SMP Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Hank Anderson & Grayson | Purpled (Video Blogging RPF), Grayson | Purpled & Hank Anderson Characters: Grayson | Purpled (Video Blogging RPF), Hank Anderson, Detroit Police Department Officers (Detroit: Become Human), Gavin Reed, Shaolin Being | Carlos Ortiz's HK400 Android, Main Menu Chloe | ST200 Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe, Crossover, Grayson | Purpled-centric (Video Blogging RPF), The Interrogation Chapter (Detroit: Become Human), Connor | RK800 Doesn't Exist, Grayson | Purpled is RK800, Robot Grayson | Purpled, Android Grayson | Purpled, BAMF Grayson | Purpled, It/Its Pronouns for Androids (Detroit: Become Human), Minor Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Canonical Character Death, Androids, Alternate Universe - Robots & Androids, Canon Rewrite, Android Dehumanization (Detroit: Become Human), Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Murder, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Anxiety Attacks Series: Part 3 of Detroit: Become Purpled Summary:

Having successfully captured its first deviant, RK800 is given the green light to take the interrogation into its own hands. Things go sour, and Lieutenant Anderson has to step in.

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“Do you think one day machines could develop consciousness?”

[bladesofkyber]

God of War: Ragnarök The Hidden Beast

[the-dangerous-mute-lunatic]

Y'all, I 100% forgot that I named one of the Years of Science side characters until just now. She was named in Chapter 6, and I completely forgot until someone commented on a part where she's mentioned. ...Whoops.

[directdogman]

Hello Hound!! Since it's Dialtown's 2nd anniversary, I've been planning up a few "general" related questions about your series that I've been meaning to ask, but I decided to save them up for the big day because why not? Anyways, here's what I've got, these were meant to be fun to answer so don't sweat it :]

1: How do you feel about Dialtown's success? Are you proud of how far you've come? 

2: Which character was the MOST fun for you to write, and which was the most PAINFUL?

3: What is something you wish more people would talk about or just know about related to Dialtown in general?

4: If you had the opportunity to write a FULL complete, detailed life story of any of your characters, who would that be?

5: What's a character you wish you could have given more screen-time or just in general content? (Considering iirc you were trying to make sure Dialtown wasn't TOO long, so I was wondering if this ever came to mind)

6: From what I know, you've been doing the job of cosplaying several characters in the game and acting out their sprites, which one was the most fun to act out?

7: Speaking of sprites, do you have a sprite you could consider your favorite, out of ALL your characters?

8: Do you have a specific line of dialogue you could consider your favorite throughout the entire game?

9: Could you ever see Dialtown expanding into perhaps sequels or maybe even prequels? More DLCs mayhaps? Heck, maybe even a Dialtown 2 or a Chapter 4??

10: If you could make any fan-made interpretation (such as headcanons, designs, or ships) canon if given the opportunity, what do you think would be your pick?

11: What was the MOST fun part about developing Dialtown? Coming up with new characters? Writing them? Adding all the bizarre dialogue options?

12: And last but not least — on a scale of 1-10, how fun was developing Dialtown just in general?

That's all I have for now, and I'm really excited to see your answers!!

I normally don't answer this many questions, but... alright, sure, tis the season!

1: How do you feel about Dialtown's success? Are you proud of how far you've come? 

Yeah, of course! I'm a lil proud, admittedly, but I'm aware of how comically little I really have to do with it all, even if I did make the game. Luck does play a LOT into it, of course. Granted, I made my share of predictions that wound up being useful, but it always comes down to lady luck at the end of the day. I've seen good projects fail and bad ones go viral. It's really all just a hodgepodge of probability and whimsy. That being said, I am very pleased with DT's success, and the community that's formed around the game! It caught me by surprise!

2: Which character was the MOST fun for you to write, and which was the most PAINFUL?

Gingi's always fun to write. And Mingus. Most painful is tough to say. Maybe Crown. I got a little weird when I wrote his full backstory, kinda caught up in the emotion Norm talks about. Never been a fan of stories getting cut short. You gotta wonder what would've happened if he'd made different choices, y'know?

3: What is something you wish more people would talk about or just know about related to Dialtown in general?

Honestly? Karen, probably. She's super underrated for sure. The fandom still loves her, but she doesn't get the same kind of attention as Oliver, Gingi, Randy, Norm. She's worth it.

4: If you had the opportunity to write a FULL complete, detailed life story of any of your characters, who would that be?

Oh, I already have. I have this monstruous 30-40 page document detailing Crown's life and entire career. It's quite a read. and quite a mind-fuck if you don't know Dialtown's universe too well.

5: What's a character you wish you could have given more screen-time or just in general content? (Considering iirc you were trying to make sure Dialtown wasn't TOO long, so I was wondering if this ever came to mind)

Oh yeah, a few characters had scenes that were cut. Stabby, Shooty, Mingus, Bunny, even Bigfoot! There's also the game's cut 6th datable, who was an interesting character with ties to other characters in the cast who I wanted to do more with. Ah, maybe one day.

6: From what I know, you've been doing the job of cosplaying several characters in the game and acting out their sprites, which one was the most fun to act out?

Bigfoot. I made the ape noises in the suit. Had to. It felt right.

7: Speaking of sprites, do you have a sprite you could consider your favorite, out of ALL your characters?

I quite like Norm's set, Mingus' too. Karen's poses too are quite good.

8: Do you have a specific line of dialogue you could consider your favorite throughout the entire game?

That answer probably changes every day. I like pretty much any scene where Mingus loses her temper.

9: Could you ever see Dialtown expanding into perhaps sequels or maybe even prequels? More DLCs mayhaps? Heck, maybe even a Dialtown 2 or a Chapter 4??

I'd love to make sequels one day! I've got a lot of ideas for where the characters/story would end up. By the time DT1 wrapped up, I'd conceptualized way too much stuff to put in one game (without it taking another few years to finish), so if I ever wanted to make sequels, I'd 100% know where to start! But, that's a later down the road conversation.

For now, I'm gonna keep working on the Roger DLC and if there's demand for more, I can go from there :)

10: If you could make any fan-made interpretation (such as headcanons, designs, or ships) canon if given the opportunity, what do you think would be your pick?

I guess I COULD do that with, like, anything. Nothing immediately springs to mind, since, y'know, I'm in control of the canon anyway. I will say, I've seen headcanons and theories that ARE scarily accurate to canon, to the point where I've feared people would just think I'm lifting stuff from the fanbase! It's a good thing I talk about these things with collaborators, huh? I've got a PAPER-TRAIL!!!

11: What was the MOST fun part about developing Dialtown? Coming up with new characters? Writing them? Adding all the bizarre dialogue options?

Finishing a new scene and realizing how stupidly long it was (without me realizing it) was always a treat. But yeah, writing the characters had to be it. Specifically any scene where a character the audience knows meets someone the audience doesn't know well (or at all), with the dynamic changing. Those are fun to write.

12: And last but not least — on a scale of 1-10, how fun was developing Dialtown just in general?

Hard question to answer. I do really wanna give a high number, but truthfully, a lot of game dev actually isn't super 'fun'. Some tasks are, granted, but many parts are a slog. Sitting and formatting dialogue, and then adding text pauses and pose changes isn't exactly a super thrilling activity. The engine itself also has some issues which I have to work around that adds to the workplace. Play-testing a scene for the 4th time isn't super fun either, or trying to figure out why the game crashes on some PCs and ONLY very rarely... Those tasks are Sisyphean to some degree.

...But, while most of those parts aren't fun, it's all still rewarding. There's a sense of accomplishment when you finish a scene. You get to look back at your hard work, remember the hours you spent typing dialogue into a text box and formatting mass amounts of pngs, painstakingly + manually getting the game's awful pre-loader to deal with the sprites right, etc... and suddenly, at the end, you've got this lil experience that people can play and enjoy. Somehow, the sum of all of those not so fun activities has created something that's going to make people laugh, feel happy. That's special. and even if some parts of development weren't super fun on their own, that's always what I remember. That in the end, all of those not so fun days mattered.

The route I agonized the most over was Oliver's. I went through a few weeks of writer's block, and now, it's one of the most popular routes in the game! Crazy how that happens. I was SURE for about a week that people would rank the route at the bottom! That's what I mean, all of the stress I went through trying to figure it out amounted to something people connected with! To think I almost CUT the route entirely!!!

And y'know, God knows Dialtown gave me something to throw myself at during a time where I REALLY needed the outlet. I'm very grateful to the project for that. So, I'll give DT an honorary 8 out of 10, even if it wasn't a consistently 8/10 experience making it heh heh! Sure glad I did, though and I'm very glad if any of you reading this had a really good time playing it! :)

Thanks for the questions!

[posting-for-the-void]

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Honestly everyone wants to know who your favorite Robin is but the problem is some people don’t know there was a blonde girl Robin in between the bō staff one and the swords one and so there’s a lot of confusion when someone answers “the fourth Robin” to the question.

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THERE WAS A GIRL ROBIN???

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okay breaking character as a gimmick blog here but even i knew there was a girl robin and i live in star city

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fuck off you fake-gothamite pretender there’s a lot going on here and we can’t all keep up

#fuck off all of you and leave gotham alone

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inspired by this post in which tumblr user martianmanhuntersiiiiiiimp mentions the question of:

#polls #robin #the robins #robin one #robin 2 #robin 3 #robin 4 #robin five #we are robin #gotham vigilantes #gotham #only in gotham

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🍔 batburger ☑️✅✔️

anyone else really craving some joker fries rn?

☃️ mrfreezeplsfixglobalwarming

so was anyone gonna tell me that batburger has an actual account on here and posted this in the middle of a mass arkham breakout or…

#literally wtf guys #none of you thought to tell me? #i LOVE batburger!!! #feeling betrayed

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We will be having a meeting at 12:00 PM, Saturday, 8/12/24, to discuss the continued work of the Union with the Maroni Family.

Chapter representatives required to attend. All else welcome.

#The Goonion #Gotham Goons #Goonion Meeting

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We’re Watching You.

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Anyone else see that weird post from that owl account?

#UGH yes #literally it keeps popping up #they must have payed a fortune to blaze it

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[cursedappendage]

Slay the Princess Vessels in Japanese Pt 1

Part 2(Chapter IIIs)>> Part 3(Narrator, Princess, Voices)>> Part 4(TLQ, TSM, Echo)>>

LONG TEXT POST INCOMING though I guess that's normal for tumblr

Anyway I wanna geek and talk about the Japanese translations for the Chapter/Vessel names in Slay the Princess(could also do one for the voices but thats another post probably)

format will be: OG name JP Name(Romanization) [ENG Translation of JP Name](Japanese has no articles so just assume presence of "the" when you feel necessary)

OK LETS START(StP spoilers obvi)

Chapter I The Hero and the Princess 第一幕。勇者とプリンセス。(Daiichimaku. Yuusha to Purinsesu.) [Act 1. Hero and Princess]

Pretty direct translation, not much to say here(voice of the hero is also referred to as 勇者の声(Yuusha no Koe) but that's for the voices post)

Now, most of the chapters after chapter 1 have the word 乙女(otome) to refer to the Princess. The word means young woman, or maiden. This translation will use "Maiden"

Going in the order of the game's "Memories" Menu, left to right, starting with the ten Chapter 2s

Chapter II The Adversary 第二幕。戦士。(Dainimaku. Senshi.) [Act 2. Warrior.]

Only 7 out of 22 of the vessels don't have 乙女 in their names. 戦士(senshi) means soldier or warrior, referring to someone who fights on the battlefield(not necessarily belonging to an army, in contrast to 兵士heishi also meaning soldier). Pretty straightforward, I guess you could say the JP name is more focused on the fact that she fights rather than her being a rival.

Chapter II The Tower 第二幕。塔の乙女。(Dainimaku. Tou no Otome.) [Act 2. Tower Maiden.]

This can be read as "Maiden of the Tower", but as we know the "tower" part actually refers to the Princess herself(I think). Basically the same as ENG, not much to say. (Any vessels with の乙女(no Otome) can also be read as [Maiden of ___] instead of [___ Maiden])

Chapter II The Spectre 第二幕。亡霊の乙女。(Dainimaku. Bourei no Otome.) [Act 2. Ghost Maiden.]

亡霊(Bourei) means ghost, a dead person's spirit. Another one that's pretty direct. Though, the dialogue in this chapter uses the term somewhat interchangeably with 幽霊(yuurei), meaning spirits in general, and おばけ(obake) a very broad term for spirit/monster(they're a class of youkai).

Chapter II The Nightmare 第二幕。ナイトメア。(Dainimaku. Naitomea.) [Act 2. Nightmare.]

This one is just the straight up english word. Not much commentary besides the fact that i'm not entirely sure why some of them don't have "maiden" in their names.

Chapter II The Razor 第二幕。刃の乙女。(Dainimaku. Yaiba no Otome.) [Act 2. Blade Maiden.]

The JP name is a lot more obvious than "The Razor" but you kinda get the idea with both(sharp stabby stabby woman).

Imma do the Razor III & IV chapters here too cuz they are all considered part of The Razor vessel

Chapter III The Arms Race 第三幕。腕比べ。(Daisanmaku. Udekurabe.) [Act 3. Contest.]

腕比べ(Udekurabe) is contest(usually of strength/skill) and i find it funny cuz this one also has the word arm in it(腕Ude)

Chapter IV Mutually Assured Destruction 第四幕。恐怖の均衡。(Daiyonmaku. Kyoufu no Kinkou.) [Act 4. Terror Equilibrium.]

Or "Balance of Terror" but I like "Terror Equilibrium" more. I think like with the ENG name this refers to how, by the end of the chapter, both the Princess and TLQ are equals in their fight.

Haven't seen any JP streamers not take the blade in The Razor Ch 2 so I don't have the names for "No Way Out" and "The Empty Cup" ;-; I don't have the game myself so if anyone could show me any screenshots or smth of the JP title cards for these chapters i'd appreciate thank you

Chapter II The Beast 第二幕。ビースト。(Dainimaku. Biisuto.) [Act 2. Beast.]

Like the Nightmare, straight up English word

Chapter II The Witch 第二幕。卑劣な乙女。(Dainimaku. Hiretsu na Otome.) [Act 2. Foul Maiden.]

One of only 2 Princesses where an adjective is used instead of a noun. 卑劣(hiretsu) means lowly, mean, base, despicable, etc. This is basically the Witch's attitude(can be seen very clearly in our interaction with her and the fight to the death). This chapter is one of the only ones where the title differs quite a bit from the ENG name, though I also think that's what the English name is supposed to imply, rather than her being magical in some way(though she can call the roots of the wild apparently).

Chapter II The Stranger 第二幕。冷淡な乙女。(Dainimaku. Reitan na Otome.) [Act 2. Cold Maiden.]

Cold as in indifferent or apathetic. The 2nd and final adjective Princess. I'm actually unsure about why this one is named this way, as the Stranger is actually everything at once.

Chapter II The Prisoner 第二幕。囚人。(Dainimaku. Shuujin.) [Act 2. Prisoner.]

Direct translation. Another one where I'm not sure why she doesn't have "maiden" in her name, especially since both her Chapter 3s do

Chapter II The Damsel 第二幕。乙女。(Dainimaku. Otome.) [Act 2. Maiden.]

This one is interesting to me. Like most of the other names, this one has the word "maiden" in it. But here it's just "Maiden". Guess it makes sense though. This chapter we see her as just a damsel, just a maiden locked up in a cabin basement. Anywayyyyy Chapter 3s will be their own post as well as the voices Hope this was interesting for y'all, I wonder what the translations are for the other available languages.

Part 2(Chapter IIIs)>> Part 3(Narrator, Princess, Voices)>> Part 4(TLQ, TSM, Echo)>>

[og-seaweed]

sleepy c. you have done impeccable work. i congratulate you incredibly. holy shit. the paneling. the designs. the eberything im screaming

they way that each companion is added to that one panel is so beautifully done. i approve im sobbing im crying im on the floor begging and now i must wait one more month for stabby stabby. (ik i said i wouldnt post more ss chapters but.....)

[differentpostrebel]

Lost and Found: A Pirate's Promise

Chapter 24: Into Enemy Territory 

The first gif cause our love sick cook, was wild in Dressrosa.

This second gif, is because once you read what I have in store, it'll all make sense (heheh) also cause Sabo is fine too LMFAOO

A/N: Yall this chapter has so much involved! We got betrayal, drama, passion, everything dressrosa has to offer. And we also have a Sanji POV, and a surprise guest, you wont believe who it is. Don't worry we will be getting more flashbacks as well, once you see who is the surprise guest, as Y/N and him have a history together. Thank you guys so much for following along with the chapters, I will go back to link previous one. Thank you for the likes and reblogs, as well as interactions and follows. Chapter 25 is about to be good! and chapters 26 and 27.... ohh they cooking! again all is fair in love and war ;) And without further a do lets get to it! 

Word Count: 5.3K

Sanji X Reader, Sanji X Y/N, One Piece Reader. 

Y/N POV… 

As we walked into the island of Dressrosa, the whole place came to life. The vibrant atmosphere was unlike anything I’d ever seen before. The streets were filled with the smell of delicious meals, and everywhere you looked, people were dancing. It felt like stepping into a dream.

“This place looks enchanting,” I said in awe, taking in the lively sights around us.

“Mmmm, smells good!” Franky exclaimed, his eyes gleaming as he sniffed the air. Luffy, Kinemon, and Sanji shared the same excitement, practically drooling as they took in the enticing aromas.

Zoro and I exchanged amused smirks at their reactions.

But what truly startled me was the sight of the dolls walking among the crowds as if they were human. They were everywhere, blending in so seamlessly that I almost didn’t notice at first.

“What... are those?” I asked, narrowing my eyes as one passed by, its wooden face unnervingly lifelike.

"Living toys?" Zoro muttered, frowning. "Weird place."

“I don’t trust this,” I whispered, stepping closer to him.

“Neither do I,” he replied, his eyes scanning the crowd, always on guard.Everywhere you looked, toys moved about like ordinary citizens, their wooden or mechanical bodies blending in with the bustling activity. Just then, a shout broke through the noise of the town.

"It’s happened again!" A toy frantically called for attention, its mechanical arms waving in alarm. "A man’s been stabbed again!"

“Again? You guys got a maniac on the loose or something?” Zoro asked, raising an eyebrow at the situation.

The toy in front of us shook its head, explaining in an oddly casual tone, “No, it’s just very passionate women, and they’re the jealous type, you know? So if their lover cheats on them… bad stuff happens.”

Zoro frowned in confusion, while the toy continued, “It’s always the pretty ones who are especially stabby.”

I slapped my forehead, muttering, “Great, just what I needed—jealous, stab-happy women.”

Luffy, unfazed as usual, crossed his arms and sighed dramatically, “Great, the toys are alive. I’m over it now! Come on, let’s eat!” he yelled excitedly, already marching off in search of food.

Kinemon then proceeded to conjure up our disguises. The men were dressed in sharp suits, blending into the refined crowd of Dressrosa. When it came to my outfit, however, I was left in a sleek yet revealing black mini dress. It had a high neck, but the back was open all the way down to my lower back. I wore tall black heels to match, and my weapons were discreetly strapped to a thigh holster, just barely noticeable under the short hem of the dress. My hair was pulled into a tight bun, with a few loose strands framing my face.

"Kinemon!" I protested, crossing my arms. "Why am I the most exposed here?"

Sanji, predictably, was in heaven. "You’re stunning, Y/N! Absolutely stunning!" he gushed, his eyes practically heart-shaped.

I shook my head, rolling my eyes, but then caught sight of Zoro, who was dressed in a sharp suit. I raised an eyebrow, unable to resist teasing him. "Wow, Zoro. I never thought I'd see you looking this... refined."

Zoro shot me a smirk, his eyes roaming over my outfit for a second. “I could say the same for you,” he said with a low chuckle. Then, leaning closer, he whispered just loud enough for me to hear, “That favor I’ve got coming... maybe now’s the perfect time to cash it in.”

My cheeks warmed at his flirtation, but before I could respond, Sanji burst into a fit. “Mosshead! Don’t you dare try anything with Y/N! She deserves better than some brainless swordsman like you!”

Zoro gave him a deadpan look, completely unfazed. “Yeah, well, I wasn’t asking for your opinion, curly-brow.”

The two started bickering again, as usual, but I couldn’t help but laugh at their antics. With that, we continued onward, Luffy already well ahead, practically drooling as he tracked down the scent of food like a hound on a mission.

As we sat at the table, food piled high in front of us, Luffy wasted no time stuffing his face, oblivious to everything except the delicious dishes in front of him. The rest of us, however, were more cautious, scanning the room for anything out of the ordinary.

“I must search for Kanjuro. There's no time to be sitting and eating, Sir Luffy!" Kinemon insisted, fidgeting nervously.

"Relax, Kinemon," I said, taking a sip of water.

“Yeah, besides, we need to gather intel first," Franky chimed in.

As we were discussing our plan, I noticed a blind man playing at the roulette table across the room. He was winning, but the dealer began to cheat. Sanji, puffing on a cigarette, muttered, “They're nothing but low-life thugs."

“Poor guy's about to get robbed," I said, feeling a twinge of sympathy for the blind man.

Suddenly, Luffy stood up, wandering over to the table just as the dealer tried to trick the man again. The blind man had bet on white, and sure enough, the ball landed on white. But the dealer, with a sly grin, claimed it was black.

“It landed on white, congrats gramps," Luffy said, casually continuing to eat from his plate, completely ignoring the tension building around him.

The dealer's face darkened with anger. "No, it's black," he snapped.

Luffy, unfazed, simply repeated, “Nope. It's white.”

A few bystanders whispered to each other, clearly recognizing the dealer's connections. "Doesn't he know who they work for?" one of them muttered.

"Looks like Luffy got himself involved again," Sanji sighed, shaking his head.

“Yup,” I replied, just as a waiter suddenly placed a glass of wine in front of me.

Startled, I looked up. “I didn’t order any wine,” I said.

The waiter smiled politely. “This one’s on the house,” he said, before walking away.

Zoro glanced at me, raising an eyebrow. “You gonna drink it?”

I grinned and replied, “You know I can’t turn down wine. But I'll share a little with you.”

I took a small sip, savoring the taste. “This is delicious,” I said, taking a few more sips.

Just then, the situation at the roulette table escalated. The dealers were about to strike Luffy, but before I could intervene, the blind man acted first. He unleashed a powerful attack that sent the thugs crashing through the floor, leaving a gaping hole in the ground.

“How the hell did he do that?!” Franky exclaimed, wide-eyed.

The blind man calmly made his way toward the exit as Luffy called out to him, asking for his name. But the man remained silent, disappearing into the night.

“This guy is no ordinary guy," I muttered, watching him leave.

Before we could fully process what had happened, Zoro suddenly looked down at his waist, panic flashing across his face. "One of my swords is missing... Shusui!" he growled. "How can I be so careless?!"

"It must’ve been the fairies," said a toy/waiter

“Fairies?!” I repeated, confused.

Zoro, without a word, bolted through the window, having spotted his sword stuck on a distant rooftop.

“You got cocky, now give it back!” Zoro shouted at the unseen culprit.

“Zoro!” I called after him, sprinting in his direction.

“Y/N, don’t follow mosshead!” Sanji yelled, chasing after us.

Kinemon joined the chase, shouting, “You will return that sword to its rightful owner!”

Luffy wanted to follow, but Franky grabbed him. One by one, we all took off after Zoro.

“Zoro, come back!” I yelled, struggling to keep up. "These heels aren't meant for gravel!" I cursed under my breath, running as fast as I could.

“Y/N! Get back here, leave mosshead alone!” Sanji hollered, still trailing behind.

Breathless, I finally had to slow down, glancing around and realizing I had lost Zoro. “Damn it, Zoro, where’d you go?!” I muttered to myself, scanning the area. There was no sign of Zoro. Or Sanji, for that matter.

“So much for staying close,” I sighed, gathering my bearings as I continued to search for them both. 

The streets of Dressrosa were a maze, and it seemed like I was just running in circles. "Damn it!" I muttered under my breath. "At this rate, I’ll never be able to find them."

Just as I was about to stop and catch my breath, I heard a voice yell out, “Catch the girl! Don’t let her get away!” My heart jumped as I saw three men rapidly closing in on me.

“Crap, not good!” I gasped, my legs already in motion as I sprinted through the narrow streets. My mind raced for options, and I clenched my left hand, ready to use my ability for a boost to escape. But before I could act, a strong hand suddenly grabbed me, pulling me into the shadows of a nearby alley.

A gloved hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my panicked scream as the other hand gripped my waist, pressing me tightly against a firm chest. I struggled to break free, my instincts screaming to fight back, but a familiar voice whispered urgently in my ear, “Hush. Relax.”

The men chasing me ran past the alley, still shouting. “She vanished! Damn it, keep looking! The boss wants her!”

I stayed frozen for a moment, my mind still processing the sudden ambush.

“Phew, that was a close one, Princess,” the voice said again, calm and teasing. Just as I was about to use my right leg to send him flying, he swiftly dodged, his reflexes too fast.

“That anklet I gave you is coming in handy, I see,” he added with a smirk. The dim light of the alley revealed just enough of his face for me to recognize him.

Realization washed over me, my heart skipping a beat as I whispered in disbelief, “Sam?”

The figure before me grinned, his familiar presence both a surprise and a relief. What was he doing here?

Sanji POV…  

“Damn it, Mosshead!” I growled, racing after him. “I told you to wait, damn it! Now’s not the time to wander off!” My voice echoed down the alley as I finally caught up to the green-haired swordsman.

Zoro turned to me with his usual nonchalant attitude. “Where’s Y/N?” I demanded, feeling the weight of her absence now that things were getting dicey.

“How should I know?” Zoro replied, shrugging as if it didn’t matter.

I clenched my fist, ready to punch some sense into him. “Damn it, Zoro! Now Y/N is more endangered thanks to you running off!”

The two of us immediately broke into our usual bickering, faces close, shouting back and forth.

Zoro scoffed. "If she’s in danger, it’s not because of me, Curly-brow.

“At least I’m not some lost swordsman who’s got no clue what’s happening half the time!”

“Better lost than chasing skirts every five seconds,” he grumbled.

I huffed, but before I could retort, something caught my eye. “Wait, what’s that?” I asked, noticing a crowd gathered just ahead.

“What, did you find the fairy?” Zoro asked, clearly uninterested.

“No… her,” I said, my eyes locking onto a woman getting ready to dance. Her movements were elegant and graceful, captivating the entire audience as she danced the flamenco, each step more mesmerizing than the last. For her grand finale, she tossed a rose into the air, and to my surprise, it landed right in my hand.

“She’s beautiful,” I said, staring dreamily at the rose and the woman, completely entranced by her grace.

Zoro rolled his eyes. “You forget how stab-happy these women are? A guy like you is going to wind up with holes all over.”

Still fawning over the woman, I barely heard Zoro’s warning. “Hmm, looks like you’re not lovesick for Y/N anymore, huh? Good, less competition for the rest of us,” Zoro added with a smirk.

That snapped me out of my trance. I turned toward him, fists clenched. “Oi, Mosshead, I’m still—” I started, but before I could finish, my gaze drifted back to the dancer as she winked at me. My heart fluttered.

“Oh, she can stab me as many times as she wants,” I muttered, clutching my chest, my mind clouded with affection. When I turned back, Zoro had already vanished. “Crap! He’s gone! That bastard gave me the slip!”

Frustrated, I marched forward, determined to find him, but my mind kept wandering. “Nothing but couples around here… it’s like they’re all trying to make me jealous or something.” I couldn’t help but picture Y/N in my thoughts again. What if I got a second chance with her? I imagined us strolling along the streets, her hand in mine, her head resting on my shoulder. What I wouldn’t give for just one more chance...

“Excuse me, sir?” a soft voice interrupted my thoughts. “Aren’t you the man I locked eyes with earlier?”

Startled, I looked up to see the dancer standing before me. “Wha—?!”

She stepped closer, her hands brushing against my chest. “Please, hold me in a romantic embrace,” she whispered, pressing herself against me, her lips suddenly sealing with mine before I could even process what was happening.

Soldiers nearby searched frantically. “Did you see where she went?!”

“No, looks like we lost her!” another soldier responded as they ran off in the opposite direction.

Her lips still on mine, I felt my body relax as I instinctively wrapped my arms around her hips. When she finally pulled away, she glanced around cautiously. “I think they’re gone now. Thank you, kind sir,” she said, preparing to step back.

But my grip tightened, refusing to let her go. “It’s okay… you can stay a little longer,” I said, hearts in my eyes as I felt the warmth of her touch linger. Blood trickled from my nose as I stared at her dreamily. 

“Believe me, the pleasure was all mine,” I said, still completely smitten by the dancer. My nose continued to bleed as I stood there, heart pounding.

She tilted her head with a concerned look. “Are you alright? Did I bump my head into your nose, perhaps?”

“No, the impact I felt was the shock of meeting you,” I replied, the blood from my nose dribbling as my thoughts raced.

“But it must hurt,” the dancer purred, stepping closer.

“I’ve fallen off a cliff... into the abyss of love,” I said dramatically, clutching my chest as if my heart was on fire.

“Please, don’t say that,” she sighed dramatically, a sadness washing over her features. “I’ve already given up on love.”

Her words struck me, but before I could respond, she continued with a heavy heart. “Every man I’ve ever loved… they—” she began, but I quickly grabbed her wrist, eyes still swirling with hearts.

“Yes! They all died happy men!” I declared, completely entranced by her. My heart was blazing now, burning with the fire of passion I felt for this beautiful woman. “But those goons back there... why were they chasing you? Please, if there’s anything you need assistance with, just say the word!”

The dancer lowered her eyes and sighed deeply. “Those men... they are the police. There was a man, things between us went sour, and... so I stabbed him,” she admitted, her voice trembling.

My eyes widened in awe. “So, it’s true!” I said, eyes sparkling. “The women here are so passionate that they stab for love!” Giving her a thumbs-up, I added, “OK! I totally get it!”

“Wait!” she cried out, her voice breaking. Tears began to fill her eyes as she continued, “You must stop... I beg you not to indulge this wicked woman. I might just fall in love with you.”

Her words made my heart skip a beat. She’s already falling for me!

“I should have told you,” she continued, her voice softer now. “My name is Violet. If you don’t mind... could you escort me to the next town? And while we are there, there’s... a man I need you to kill.”

As she blushed, Violet grabbed my hands gently. Her eyes, so filled with emotion, sparkled under the dim light.

I barely heard the last part—my mind was too enchanted by her beauty, her presence, her everything. “Of course, Violet,” I whispered, completely under her spell. “Anything for you.”

To my dearest Nami and Robin... to my beloved Y/N... I pray that you have it in your heart to forgive this shameful man, for I may have found the one, I thought to myself, torn between memories and the woman at my side. Violet. Her presence drew me in like no other, and as we walked closer together, I couldn’t help but drape my arm around her shoulder, pulling her in gently.

"Think of me as your personal bodyguard," I said with a smirk, hoping to sound both charming and protective. We continued our walk until we arrived at a closed restaurant. I led the way inside, and as soon as I stepped into the kitchen, I noticed it was fully stocked with ingredients. Perfect, I thought.

Suddenly, the cooks appeared, looking baffled and defensive. “Why the hell are you here!?” one of them barked.

Without a second thought, I swiftly knocked them out. I didn’t have time for interruptions. My focus was solely on preparing a meal for Violet. I moved with purpose, gathering ingredients and beginning to cook with the finesse only I possessed. The sound of chopping vegetables and the sizzle of meat filled the air.

But then, through the haze of my focus, I faintly heard voices outside. Mosshead? Kin'emon? I paused for a moment, recognizing them. I chose to ignore it, continuing to work on the dish. My hands moved automatically, but my mind drifted to Y/N.

What would she think of all this? The thought gnawed at me. I wondered if Y/N would be upset seeing me so close to Violet. I could almost picture her face—disappointed, confused, hurt, maybe?

"What's going on?" Violet's soft voice snapped me back to reality.

"Oh, nothing!" I quickly replied, trying to mask the conflict brewing in my heart. I smiled at her as I continued prepping her meal, pouring all my care into every movement, yet my thoughts kept wandering back to Y/N. What have I gotten myself into?

Y/N POV… 

I stood frozen, staring at Sam. My body wouldn't respond—shock had taken over. What is he doing here? I wondered, my thoughts racing. Could something have happened to King, John, and the others? Just as the silence began to feel unbearable, Sam broke through it with that familiar smirk.

"Well, princess, cat got your tongue? I never thought you'd be the silent type," he teased, his smile almost disarming.

Without thinking, I rushed towards him, wrapping my arms tightly around his waist. “Oh, Sam, I’ve missed you so much,” I murmured into his chest, nuzzling closer to the warmth I hadn’t realized I craved so badly. “I didn’t think I’d see you this soon either!”

He hugged me back, but something felt off—he was too quiet. That strange silence lingered, making me pull back slightly, looking up at his face. That’s when I noticed it.

“Wait, Sam... when did you get this scar?” I asked, reaching out slowly to touch the mark etched from his eye to his right cheek. His hair had also grown longer, much longer than I remembered. “And your hair... it’s grown a lot too,” I added softly, my fingers weaving through his strands.

Sam groaned in response to my touch, almost like he’d missed it as much as I had.

But before I could say more, he grabbed my wrist gently and led me inside a small, dimly lit home. Rose petals adorned the floor, and candles flickered along the walls, casting a soft glow. “Sam, whose house is this?” I asked, confused and slightly unsettled by the sudden change in atmosphere.

He stood with his back to me, his voice low and serious. “There’s something I need to tell you, princess.” He took off his hat, revealing his messy blond hair underneath. “I haven’t been entirely honest with you…”

“What... what are you talking about?” I stammered, a sinking feeling creeping into my chest. Slowly, I reached out to touch his shoulder, hoping to ground myself.

"My name... isn’t Sam. My real name is… Sabo," he said, turning to face me with an expression that was both earnest and heartbreaking.

“What?” My voice shook as I tried to comprehend what he was saying. “This isn’t funny, Sam. What are you talking about?”

“I know you have a lot of questions,” he said, stepping closer. "But I need you to know... those two years we spent together on that island, getting to know each other, all of that was real. The moments we shared, the things we did... those were real."

My breathing became shallow, the room spinning as I struggled to process the revelation. Sabo? I couldn’t think straight, and before I knew it, Sabo gently cupped my face in his hands, trying to steady my frantic breathing.

“Y/N, just breathe,” he said softly, but his voice felt distant as my vision blurred. The last thing I saw before everything faded into darkness was Sabo’s face—his eyes full of regret and something else I couldn’t place. 

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.As my vision cleared, groaning, I grabbed my head, trying to piece together what had just happened. “Wha... What happened?” I muttered, my thoughts still hazy.

“Well, I told you my real name, and you happened to faint,” came the voice next to me. My eyes widened as I turned to my left and saw Sabo lying beside me. Everything came rushing back in waves, the truth he’d revealed, the shock of it all.

Before I could fully react, I moved to get out of bed, but Sabo was quicker. With one hand, he grabbed both of my wrists, pinning them above my head. Instinctively, I kicked back, but he was already prepared. In a swift move, he straddled me, his weight holding me down.

"Now, Princess, you and I both know how well I know your moves," Sabo said with a calm smile, as if this was all some kind of game to him. He placed his free hand on my hip, rubbing small circles, his touch sending an unnerving shiver through me.

“Get off me!” I shouted, still struggling beneath him.

"Just hear me out, will you?" Sabo's voice softened, trying to coax me into listening.

“Why should I?” I shot back, anger rising in my chest. “You’ve lied to me for two years, and now you want to tell me the truth?!”

“You don’t understand, Y/N, I—” Sabo began, but I cut him off, headbutting him hard enough to make him loosen his grip. Seizing the opportunity, I tried to escape, but once again, Sabo grabbed my legs and dragged me back onto the bed with surprising ease.

“You’ve still got that feisty spirit, huh?” he chuckled, effortlessly pinning me down again. His blue eyes locked with mine, unwavering as he leaned closer. "I know you want to fight me right now, but just hear me out. After that, you can decide what you want to do."

His words hung in the air as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek, then slowly trailing down to my neck. My body betrayed me, an involuntary moan escaping as he hit a sensitive spot.

Sabo smirked at my reaction. "I see you're still sensitive there." His tone was teasing, but his eyes held something deeper, something serious.

“What do you want, Sabo? Who the hell are you?” I asked breathlessly, still pinned under his weight.

“Well, are you going to relax so I can explain,” he teased, his face inches from mine, “or are you going to try and headbutt me again?”

His smile was both infuriating and disarming, and I could feel my resolve wavering as I debated whether to fight him or finally let him speak. Slowly, I began to relax, though my guard was still up. I looked at Sabo, narrowing my eyes. "Okay, fine! Talk!" I snapped, my voice betraying a mix of frustration and curiosity.

Sabo’s expression softened, relief briefly crossing his face before he began. “I’m the Chief of Staff for the Revolutionary Army. My boss is Dragon, who just so happens to be Luffy’s father, Your captain, Luffy happens to be my brother also.”

I felt my heart skip a beat at that. Luffy’s dad? What else had I missed? But Sabo kept going, gauging my reaction carefully.

“The reason I was on that island,” he continued, “was to gather intel for Dragon. I had to create that fake persona, Y/N, but you have to believe me—everything we shared, everything we did, that was real.” His voice trembled slightly, and I could see the weight of his words in his eyes.

“Why lie to me?” I whispered, my voice breaking as emotion started to well up. “Why did you pretend to be someone else?” Tears stung my eyes, the weight of the two years we had spent together crashing down on me. It felt like mourning someone I thought I knew—a person who didn’t even exist.

Sabo reached out and gently caressed my cheek, his touch soft but filled with regret. “I had no choice but to create that identity... But I swear, I never lied about how I felt. Everything between us was real.”

My breath hitched. “Is that why… you never came to send me off when my two years were done?” I asked, my voice cracking. His absence had haunted me, and now I knew why.

“Yes,” Sabo admitted, his gaze never leaving mine. “Once you left, I had to return to my mission. I couldn’t risk being exposed.”

He slowly released my wrists, sensing that I had calmed down, though he remained straddling me. My head throbbed with all the revelations, the betrayal, and the strange lingering affection I still felt. Before I could say anything, Sabo’s voice broke the silence.

“Do you hate me?” he asked quietly, his eyes filled with guilt.

I looked at him, my heart torn in so many directions. “I…” I paused, trying to gather my thoughts. “I don’t hate you, Sabo. I hate that you lied to me for two years… but I don’t hate you. I still see the same person I knew back then. And I still care about you.”

His expression softened, and without warning, he leaned down, pulling me into a tight hug. His face nuzzled into the crook of my neck, and the soft feel of his blond waves brushing against my skin made me giggle. “Sabo,” I laughed, the sound unintentional but welcome.

Sabo pulled back slightly, a mischievous grin spreading across his face before he kissed my neck again, his lips lingering. A soft moan escaped my lips, and I cursed my body for betraying me again.

“Sabo,” I gasped, the sound of his name slipping out before I could stop it.

His lips hovered near my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear you moan my name,” he whispered, his voice dripping with desire as he continued his attack on my neck, his kisses growing bolder.

I threaded my fingers through his hair, tugging slightly, causing a low groan to escape him. The sound sent a shiver down my spine. 

I tugged at his hair again, feeling the heat between us rise, and Sabo let out another low groan, the sound vibrating through me. His lips found mine, soft at first but filled with something deeper, something he was trying to convey with every kiss. I pulled him closer, feeling the tension building, my body pressing against his as his hands moved expertly to unbutton his shirt. The fabric fell to the floor, revealing the toned muscles I had only imagined touching before. My hands roamed his chest and arms, exploring every inch of him as our lips locked in a passionate kiss.

A moan escaped me, and Sabo was the first to break away, both of us breathing heavily, our foreheads pressed together. My hands rested on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under my fingertips. His voice was low, husky with desire. "You have no idea how long I’ve waited to kiss you again," he whispered, his breath ghosting over my lips before he leaned in to place a soft peck on them.

I couldn’t resist teasing him, a playful smirk forming on my lips. "Is that so?" I murmured, my fingers trailing down his chest with slow, deliberate movements, causing his muscles to tense under my touch. “You seem a bit eager, Sabo.”

His eyes darkened, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “Eager, huh? You think I can’t handle a little teasing?” His hand slid down to my waist, pulling me closer as his lips brushed against my ear. “You forget how well I know you.”

I bit my lip, stifling another moan as he nibbled at my earlobe. “Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think,” I whispered back, leaning in to kiss his neck, lingering just enough to make him groan again. My hands explored his back, feeling the tension in his muscles as I pressed soft kisses down his throat, each one a deliberate tease.

Sabo chuckled, his grip on my waist tightening. “Careful, princess,” he whispered, his voice dripping with that familiar mischievous tone. “You might regret teasing me like this.”

I smirked, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. “Maybe I’m counting on it.”

In a swift motion, he flipped us over, and I was straddling him, my back exposed through the open slit of my dress. His hands explored the bare skin on my back, sending a wave of heat through me.

Sabo pulled me closer, his lips finding my neck again. Each kiss was a tantalizing mix of affection and desire. “My brother is lucky to have you in his crew,” he murmured between kisses. “What I wouldn’t give to have you with me in the Revolutionary Army.”

His words were like a burning ember against my skin, making me gasp. “Luffy?!” I exclaimed, my mind racing. “Oh my gosh, how long has it been?! My crew—”

I tried to get up, but Sabo’s grip on my wrists tightened. “I need to go!” I urged, the urgency clear in my voice. “I have to find Luffy and the others!”

Sabo’s expression shifted from playful to serious. He stood up, pulling on his shirt as he spoke. “Before you go, you need to know something. You have to get to the Colosseum. There's something happening there that you can’t miss.”

I handed him his shirt, feeling frustration and concern building up inside me. “Sabo, this isn’t a joking matter!” I said, my voice tinged with desperation. “My crew needs me!”

He took a step closer, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. “You’re still as adorable as ever,” he said softly. “Go, find Luffy and the others. I’ll catch up with you soon.”

Without another word, I dashed out the door, my heart pounding with a mix of worry and anticipation. Sabo’s chuckle echoed behind me, slowly fading into the clamor of the bustling crowd. I had no time to lose—I had to find my crew and get to the Colosseum before it was too late.

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[theknightandhersteed]

Ammon has been claimed by the gays.

Can aroace people have Teancum? I've always loved how emphasized the friendships in the war chapters are. Also he stabby

[disconnectedkid]

ok can we talk about th fucking TRAGEDY that is Randy’s life? Like yes haha funny pathetic man <3 but also. He is constantly getting beat up by swans, he also appears regularly injured whenever we see him pre-chapter 3 he’s poor, meaning he likely didn’t have money for medicine, so his wounds were probably often infected, especially considering he lives in a dumpster behind a restaurant.

Also, the phone sex line. If his conversation with Stabby is anything to go off of (which it seems to be, based on what he says during that encounter) his job consists of him regularly getting SEXUALLY HARASSED, by people who are basically holding money over his head, he seems very uncomfortable with both calls we see him take (until gingi asks him out, in which he gets much more excited)

I don’t know where I was going with this but. Hhhhhhh his life fucking SUCKS :((

[forget-me-maybe]

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Double-Mutated Mikey

Chapter 18: Right Takes Bishop

Continued from the short story written by @boots-with-the-fur-club

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Mikey is dragged from his cage, whinging and crying as he tries to force even a few screams and pleas from his throat.

"Nnnghhh! Nnnnahh! Ahh!"

"Shut up," the guard snaps at him.

Mikey is forcibly taken to the 'Interaction Room'. He doesn't like it in there, it's an evil room with evil creatures and evil machines. They always want to kill him. He's not sure what's waiting for him today.

Instinct starts to take over while Mikey is being dragged away, and he shrieks louder, growling and howling. The guard who is holding him is more than prepared for this, and pulls out his taser. He presses it against his neck.

BBBBBZZZZZZTTTT!!!

"AAAAAAGHHH!!!"

Instinct flails as the charges burn against his throat. Mikey cries like the weakling he is, but Instinct stays strong, biting against the guard's arms and digging his freshly-mutated talons into the evil human's flesh. The taser is shoved against his head, next. The voltage is turned up high.

BBBZZZZZZZZZTTTTT!!!

“Gah—!”

Mikey gasps in pain before he temporarily blacks out, his head falling limp against the guard's arms. He manages to stay semi-conscious as he's carried through the corridor. His head rolls as the guard moves down the hall and stops outside the Interaction Room.

"What is... What is THIS?!" a familiar voice shouts angrily.

"The freak bit me! I had to do SOMETHING!"

"We can't work with him in this state! How hard did you -- ugh, you IMBECILE!!"

Mikey moans at the shouting, his eyes flutter, his head buzzes and aches...

"Timothy, let me look at him..."

"What's the point, Honeycutt?! He's limp! Useless!"

Mikey vaguely feels someone touching his sore head, pushing it around and inspecting him. It's the first semblance to care and gentleness he's known in this place...

"Where did you... are those scorch marks on his HEAD?!" Professor Honeycutt yells.

"Look, I tried the neck, it barely did anything!" the guard shouts back. "What else was I supposed to do? I was struggling, it was too strong, I would have lost my grip on it and then you'd have to deal with--"

"You can't just tase someone's head, especially not HIS head!!" Dr. Timothy screams. "There could be permanent brain damage, reductions in cognitive function... let's hope you didn't destroy our one successful mutation..."

"I demand more protection! I'll quit unless I can get proper--"

"My good man, what makes you think you can 'quit'?" says a third voice.

Dr. Chaplin.

"You can either accept this job for what it is, or perhaps we can find a cage that will fit a person of your size..."

Mikey feels himself slipping through the guard's grip. He's scared of the threat. He should be.

"Just... take him into the room for now," Timothy groans. "When he's fully conscious we will begin the exercises."

Mikey feels motion, his body being maneuvered into the Interaction Room and then dropped gracelessly onto the floor.

He's not sure how long he stays on the floor for, but once the headache starts to stop, he forces himself up.

He groggily looks around. There's no animals... but there is something hanging from the ceiling. Black mechanical arms with turrets and sharp stabby things.

That's new... is it? He... he can't remember... his head is so dizzy... so much fog... so many aches...

The machine whirrs. The arms move. Mikey backs away slowly.

The arms grow, clicking and clacking as they move in disjointed directions. As they move, the center of the mechanical chandelier opens up and a turret gun drops down, locking in on Mikey.

That's... that's probably not good...

MOVE! Instinct yells. Mikey tries. He's too slow, too dizzy.

He trips over his legs and tumbles. The gun clicks and fires. Something hits Mikey in the arm. It stings, it hurts! Mikey yelps in pain. He's so tired of pain...

The gun clicks again.

LET ME TAKE CONTROL, Instinct demands. YOU'LL JUST GET US HURT. OR KILLED. USELESS, WEAK, PATHETIC.

WRETCHED LITTLE PEST, LET ME DO THIS.

Mikey relents and lets Instinct take over.

Instinct shoves Mikey deep down where he can sleep, while Instinct takes control and keeps them alive.

But ooh, Mikey wasn't exaggerating the injury.

It doesn't amount to anything. Instinct is strong. He can take it.

Instinct watches as the machine tracks his movements. The arms extend and reach for him.

Instinct jumps over them, dodging them carefully. The turret fires again. Mikey's injuries are hindering him, and he cannot dodge it in time. The pellet hits him in the chest. It leaves a welt and a bruise. The pain is sharp, but nothing he can't handle.

He leaps on top of one of the black metal arms and rips it out of the socket. Sparks and oil fly around the room. Instinct rams the arm into the other mechanical limbs, beating them senseless. One of the arms reaches behind him and grips him by the shell.

Instinct lets out a loud growl and swings his arms and tail around. The tail spikes slash against the arm, and the sparks burn and singe against his skin. He yowls, but grips the arm and pulls it hard. He manages to tear it away, the two of them falling to the floor.

Long panels along the walls of the door slide open. Things that resemble humans but have the smell of evil machinery march in. They all have glowing green eyes and blank expressions. They stare at Instinct.

Instinct growls, and prepares to charge...

His head swims, the room spins. He's exerted himself too much... he hasn't recovered...

The robots rush him.

Instinct has no time for recovery. He has to fight... or die.

Instinct ducks the first punch and grabs the metal man by the wrist, twisting it so that it snaps off. Oil gushes from the severed limb like blood. The robot doesn't even seem fazed. It swings the other arm around, and Instinct manages to duck low, the robot punching one of the other two in the face and sending it stumbling back, the head spinning.

Instinct gets an idea.

While simultaneously dodging the pellets, he positions himself just out of range of the mechanical arms, goading one of the metal men. It charges him, and Instinct dodges, jumping out of the way at the last second. The metal man is grabbed around the neck by the arm from the ceiling, and as it struggles, Instinct yanks down as hard as he can. The neck cracks loudly, the head dislocates, the body falls to the floor convulsing and spewing sparks and grease.

One down...

Instinct does the same with the second, leading it to one of the arms and letting it grab the robot by the shoulders and holding it high. Instinct grabs it by the leg and swings it up to the second arm, which takes hold of it. The two arms yank and rip the machine in half.

Two down...

The last robot gets wise and stays away from the center of the room. Instinct considers this. He jumps from one metal creature to the next and climbs atop the turret. He aims it at the robot's eyes...

The turret fires, again and again and again. After the fifth shot, the first glass eye breaks. He re-aims for the second eye. After five shots, it smashes as well. It cannot see, now.

Instinct wrenches the turret gun from the chandelier with some effort. He swings it over his shoulders, stands on his hind legs, and runs up to the final metal man.

"RRRRRAAAAAGHHH!!!"

Instinct rams the gun into the last robot, shattering the torso into pieces. It falls with a clatter onto the floor.

Three down. Game over.

Instinct heaves, gasping for air. He lets the gun fall to the floor as the room starts to spin. Instinct sways, the adrenaline leaving him. He's done. Mikey can take over now.

The moment Instinct lets go, the body crumbles to the floor. Mikey blinks lazily. It's always disorienting when this happens, but whatever Instinct did this time has left him utterly spent...

Mikey has no energy to stand. He tries to push himself off the floor, but his arms are shaking too much. He can't...

The door behind him opens, and guards walk in with a few scientists.

"Well done, well done. Better than I expected, considering the injuries..."

One of the guards pokes Mikey with his foot, making sure he won't bite him like the last one. Mikey feels hands tucking under his armpits and lifting him up from the ground.

"Honeycutt, you'll have to make more of those training mechas for tomorrow. For now, take 'Mikey' back to the examination room for Timothy and Abigail to inspect his cranium."

Mikey falls asleep as the guards carry him away...

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John Bishop is so sick of sitting in his car and sipping coffee on a stakeout.

This is the tenth cup he's had today.

He officially hates coffee.

Why is he even here? This isn't what he signed up for.

Sure, he knew that joining a secret government-sanctioned organisation that thrived on working in the shadows meant that there would be days like this, but that's not even what he's upset over.

And he knew that transferring to a shady lab with a corporate facade would have its drawbacks too, but he expected that and he's not upset over that choice either.

At least, he's not entirely.

Bishop joined the EPF for one reason only.

Earth PROTECTION Force.

He just wants to help bring about the peace that they had three years prior. Before crazy became the norm, before green bugs turned you into giant animals with semi-homicidal tendencies, before baseball stadiums were torn asunder by 'magic' suits of armour, before the sky ripped open and aliens descended.

Bishop wants his home safe.

And what he's been involved in? It doesn't seem like they share that interest. They aren't focused on the same goal...

He's not sure WHAT their goal is.

Mutating animals into monsters? That seems like the opposite of safe, of protection. But the TCRI work for the EPF, and their experiments have been signed off by higher-ups, so there must be some correlation.

The EPF sections say that they're trying to understand the aliens... the 'krang'. The TCRI sections say that they're reverse-engineering the infection so that they can eradicate it forever.

But John Bishop isn't so sure...

There's movement in the alley across from him. He sets his coffee down and watches as a sewer grate is removed, and a head pops out--

No freaking way.

Bishop grabs his walkie talkie.

"This is Agent Bishop, in sector 5574. I've sighted the escaped experiment..."

Bishop watches as 'Mikey' crawls out of the sewer, looks around cautiously, then jumps a fence and runs.

"Subject is on the move. I am in pursuit..."

Bishop starts his car and drives, having a drone lock on to 'Mikey' and tail him. Bishop follows from the car, the GPS rerouting him to go where the escaped experiment does.

Eventually, Mikey stops, the drone notifies Bishop, and he pulls the car around to his location... the pier?

Why here?

Bishop climbs out of his car and sees a crowd of people running from the pier, shouting something about two madmen attacking the sports section, while others are cheering over some 'ninja turtles' and 'New York's Heroes'.

Bishop slinks past the crowds and makes his way towards the commotion. He watches as a group of teens fight against two mutated men...

It can't be... more mutants like the escaped experiment?? Like Mikey??

Is that where he came from... was he mutated by those weird glowing bugs from a few years ago?

The battle ends fairly quickly. Bishop feels a warm sensation in his chest. These kids protected the crowds, and defeated the mutants without harming them too much...

Huh. They're practically doing his job, and not half-bad, neither. Bishop wonders...

One of the ninja turtles (he sees why they're called that now) stops and peers at a group of shadows by a wall. He suddenly yells loudly.

"MIKEY?!"

He figured he knew Mikey, if he was mutated like him once... in fact, it seems like this whole group might be a... family...

That realization hits him hard. Mikey had -- HAS a family. A family he was torn from. Because of the EPF...

Mikey sheepishly reveals himself to the others. Bishop gets closer. He can hear something, a gravelly, scraping sound, a croaking noise, almost like...

"...Mikey no like alone. Mikey want brothers."

Oh. My. God.

He... he talks... he's talking!

When did he...?! How did he...?! Bishop wasn't sure Mikey could speak at all, he never did in the labs -- Well, of course he wouldn't, but...

He watches with curiosity. He understands why they haven't found him before now. He was being hidden. He didn't break out, he was extracted. These mutants stole him back from the labs...

"Mikey... I just want you to be safe. I can't lose you again."

Okay. That one hurt him.

Bishop swallows the lump in his throat. He tails the teens as they make a swift exit from the scene. He goes back the way he came and follows the tracker...

.

.

.

Bishop wonders how much longer he can stand this job.

This week has been rough... the way they treat the experiments doesn't sit well with him. Especially that new one... it almost looks like a kid. At least, it used to, from what he's seen and heard. He didn't arrive until after they mutated him.

These mutations...

What on God's earth could have made these TCRI eggheads think that it was a good idea to create these kinds of unholy deformations? It's psychotic and horrific. He's not sure where they got the legal wherewithal to be allowed to go ahead with these...

As Bishop walks down the halls, he passes by another guard. He's holding his arm tightly, a cold sweat broken across his forehead.

"...Oh god, oh god..."

The guard sees Bishop walking up to him and stops him quickly.

"H-hey man, does th-this look infected to you?"

Bishop stares down at the gashes, claw marks, and deep bite in the man's flesh. It is red and swollen and irritated.

"Eeugh... um, no, it doesn't. Which one gave you that?"

"Who do you think? That stupid turtle mute! Ugh, I hope I don't need to amputate..."

"You definitely need to disinfect it, but otherwise..." Bishop shrugs. "I don't know what to tell you man, I'm no doctor."

Bishop stares at the wounds. They could have been deeper. That kid has a lot more power packed into him. He could have killed this guy if he wanted to.

"I should have zapped that kid into a vegetable," the guard mutters as he limps away from Bishop. "Stupid mutie... hope he never gets back up again..."

Bishop makes a disgusted expression at the guard as he walks away. Why is it that everyone in this lysol-scented complex is either a bully or a mad scientist?

Bishop wonders how much longer he can stand this job.

He floats through the halls, his thoughts elsewhere. The animals that screech and cry in these cages all night long... the rooms full of weapons that they call 'training dummies'... the operating rooms drenched in alien slime and mutant blood... the boy in a cage who cries himself to sleep every. Single. Night.

'Mikey'. That's what they call him. Odd that they gave him a name... the rest are given numbers.

The animal cruelty in this place is exorbitant. They treat the creatures here as though they were a frivolity, throwing them away almost as quickly as they bring them in. Each rat, rabbit, hound, beaver, badger, weasel, fox, duck, and bear (among others) they capture is mutated with no logic or plan behind what they merge into the DNA.

It's not a question of 'why' here, it's a question of 'why not?'

They have made that abundantly clear.

Speaking of which, Bishop has been patrolling these halls for quite some time. He comes up to the Interaction Room and the viewing room just outside of it. Bishop steps inside the viewing room, watching the many screens that are taping Mikey's latest 'interaction'.

"Are those Honeycutt's new toys?" he asks.

"Yes they are," Dr. Chaplin says with a smile. "and Mikey here has been having some fun with them... It's a good thing the Professor finally came through for us, he seemed rather uncooperative with this new experiment's mutations. But in the end, he decided to be a team player. Good thing, too. I was afraid we'd have to terminate him."

Prof. Honeycutt swallows nervously from the back of the room. Dr. Chaplin smiles.

"So to speak."

Bishop watches with distaste as the mutated kid destroys the robots one by one. So many resources being wasted... and wasn't that kid fried not 30 minutes ago by that guard? What is he doing fighting machines??

Mikey somehow manages to dispatch the final bot, while also obliterating the turret gun. Bishop's mind automatically calculates just how much that's gonna cost...

Until his thoughts switch from finances to something much more serious when he sees Mikey's knees buckle beneath him, and he faceplants onto the floor.

"Is he okay?!" he asks, quickly going to the keypad by the Interaction Room door and pressing his badge against it.

The door slides open, and Bishop with the rest of the audience enter the room. Mikey is laying in the floor, trying to pick himself up. He's shaking, panting, struggling.

"Well done, well done. Better than I expected, considering the injuries... I'll have to inform Honeycutt to make more of those training mechas for tomorrow. For now, take 'Mikey' back to the examination room for Timothy and Abigail to inspect his cranium."

"I'll meet you down there in just a moment," Timothy says. "I just need to get the name of the guard who handled the mutant prior..."

"Got it," Bishop says, already having picked the boy up in his arms.

"I'll go with you," one of the other guards says, as the two exit into the hall.

Bishop looks down at the child. Was he human before? He looks... surprisingly human, so it isn't that big of a stretch. The eggheads haven't revealed much info about him or his origins. Mikey murmurs weakly, his head rolling from side to side as Bishop walks. He pats the kid's shoulders, hoping that helps. He doesn't know if he can feel it. He maneuvers him so his head can rest more comfortably, rather than dangle over Bishop's arm. Mikey inhales deeply, and half-consciously nuzzles his face into Bishop.

Bishop wonders how much longer he can stand this job.

"Almost looks kinda cute when it's asleep, huh?" the other guard asks, pressing a button on the elevator door.

"He," Bishop quietly corrects.

The doors slide shut.

"So, how long you been here?" the guard questions, trying to make conversation.

"Not long," Bishop sighs. "I joined the EPF just last year, right after it was established. But I was only assigned to this sector after the invasion. A few days ago, I get a call that they need my help with some lab junkies and alien-infected. So I came. I had no idea that THIS --" he lifts Mikey up just a bit "-- was what they meant."

"Bureaucrats, amiright?" the guard jokes. "Gave me the same balony. Save the world, keep the Earth safe from enemy forces, and what are we doing? Babysitting nerds and getting bitten by butt-ugly beasties..."

"But we ARE making a difference," Bishop argues. "We ARE saving the world. Helping folks where we can, disinfecting the alien diseased, and --"

"Is that why you're here? You think you're being a hero??" the guard laughs.

"...That's why I joined."

"Well, look around bucko, who are you saving?"

The guard looks down at the mutant in Bishop's arms.

"Him? Sure, more like we need to be SAVED FROM him."

"He's only a kid..."

"He's a mutie," the guard grumbles. "And the sooner we cure the world of them, the better..."

"Then why make more?" Bishop argues. "What's the point of making mutants if we just want to eradicate them?"

"From what I've seen and heard, this thing eradicates them just fine on its own..."

The doors open with a ding, and the two walk out in silence.

They deliver Mikey to the Operation Room, where Abigail Finn is looking over DNA sequences on a computer screen.

"Delivery!" the other guard says, gesturing to Bishop.

"What happened to him this time?" she asks plainly.

This time?? What does she mean, 'this time'??

"I dunno, some trigger-happy idiot with a taser," the guard gripes. "The thing made it through the robots okay. Chaplin wants a once-over on the brain, though. And Dr. Timothy will be here shortly."

"Just drop him off there, and I'll get to work," she responds boredly, pointing to a table behind her.

Bishop sets Mikey down on the operating table. Mikey moans and subconsciously reaches for him. Bishop freezes, watching him. Mikey's hand slips, his grip loosening, and it falls from Bishop's sleeve.

He's just a kid. He's just a scared little kid. He isn't a monster, is he? He might look the part, but...

"That is all, gentlemen, you may go now," Abigail Finn says, ushering the two guards away.

Bishop wonders how much longer he can stand this job...

.

.

.

The tracker leads him to a junkyard.

Why here?

He stays in the car and takes a sip of his awful beverage as he accesses the camera feed from the drone following Mikey's every move.

He spits out his disgusting coffee when he sees the army of pink zombies chasing them into a hovel.

"HOLY -- I gotta call someone --!"

Bishop freezes when the feed of Mikey's stand against them comes on the screen. He watches with curiosity, hoping all goes well. Miraculously, it does. Mikey is the victorious alpha, and the others emerge slowly (apart from one extra person that Bishop currently could care less about) and examine the scene. One in blue takes out his weapons and creates a portal that he sends Mikey and the two humans through. A moment later, the humans return with a box of familiar-looking blue liquid.

Bishop had been sent the formula for a strange new herbicide from an anonymous source... he still hasn't been able to trace that email. Now he figures, maybe he doesn't need to...

The purple ninja creates a large glowing weapon that fills up with the liquid. In one fell swoop, he douses about 90% with the formula. The remaining 10% of the zombies on the outskirts run away, but don't last very long before the ninja sprays in an arc, soaking the last of them with the herbicide. The creatures hiss and howl before the pink infection is burned off of them. All that's left is a crowd of confused citizens as the vigilantes make a hasty getaway through the portal, which closes behind them.

Bishop lost Mikey.

His phone rings. He takes a moment to collect himself before answering.

"Hello?"

"I understand you find our prime subject?"

Chaplin.

"Yes, sir. He's in the sewers, just as you suspected."

"Excellent. But you say 'is', not 'was'. Am I to assume you let him get away?"

"...Yes, sir. I couldn't get close enough."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. How disappointing. But no matter. We'll have Ms. Campbell send in some mini drones to inspect the sewer systems for wherever he's hiding. Anything else?"

Bishop pauses, contemplating what the existence of three more 'Mikeys' in the sewers could mean for these scientists... he considers what they may do to them...

"...No."

"Alright then. Keep me updated."

The line cuts. Bishop grips his phone tightly and sighs.

Is this really what he should be doing?

Is he protecting the people who need him?

Who's protecting Mikey and his family from these deranged eggheads??

Bishop takes his phone out again and dials a number. It rings once, twice...

"...This is Professor Zayton Honeycutt speaking."

"Hey, doc, this is Agent John Bishop."

"Oh, yes. How may I help you?"

Bishop takes a deep breath. What is he doing? This is going to get him fired, or worse...

"I understand that you had some reservations about the mutations going on... and that you seemed rather sympathetic to the experiment known as 'Mikey'?"

"...Well, er, who wants to know?"

"I've just found out where he is now..." Bishop says, his voice low.

Why is he doing this?

Because he's a part of the EARTH Protection Force, that's why. And everyone deserves to have peace. It's about time he started doing his job.

"...And I was wondering if you could help me out with something..."

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[starwrighter]

I am not a baby!! (yes you are)

(Ao3) (Masterpost) (Previous) (Next)

(Chapter 14)

Damian was fighting for his life, for his dignity! Uproarious laughter rang in his ears, his siblings cheering for karma.

“This is the best day of my life!” Tim cried. “The tides turn! It’s a miracle!” 

“I let him win!” He defended, watching the hatchling swim around.

“Sure ya did,” Jason added sarcastically.

“He’s smaller than a Mesmer! You’d have to be an idiot to think I couldn’t defeat him!” The hatchling is tiny, likely twice as fragile as the rest of his clutch despite his ferocity. 

“Can we please not goad Damian into killing the guppy?” Dick admonished, the eldest being the only one of his siblings with sense. 

“I’m just saying, a hatchling got him to back off twice,” 

“I didn’t want to crush him!” He snapped, “What was I supposed to do?” Damian could’ve easily snapped his tail and thrown the hatchling away. He just didn’t want to hurt the guppy.

“I get it. Babies are a terrifying force to be reckoned with. We’re all glad you escaped with your life,” Jason teased with faux sympathy.

“He didn’t scare me! And he sure as the Lava zone didn’t defeat me,” He screeched, tail thrashing back and forth through the bright red grass of the grassy plateaus.

“Listen,” Tim started. I know how hard it is to admit defeat,”

“Of course, you know how to admit defeat Drake,” Damian interrupted. “But I wasn’t defeated, so I can’t relate,” He sneered. 

“It’s worse than we thought,” Tim replied sadly, “He’s in denial!” 

“I am not in denial!!” He roared, startling the hatchling. The hatchling fled his nest, swimming back into his egg.

A noxious cloud of decay spilled into the water. A putrid scent of death assaulted his senses. Worse than anything a gaslopod could shoot out but still appealing to the scavengers of the shallows. Blood clouding the water smelled too rotten to belong to the living hatchling but was similar enough to send his heart racing.

Often these eggs hatched one or two babies, the amount of viscera spread out through the shallows was enough to suggest two babies had been inside that egg. One child rotting before they even got a chance to hatch.

The living hatchling emerged alone once again… Depressing.

“What're we going to call him?” Dick asked.

“The girls would be pissed if we named him without them,” Jason added.

“They should’ve been here if they wanted to name him,” Damian said. “ They have no reason to be mad at us for their tardiness,” He finished. 

“Disrespectfully, I don’t want to die,”  Jason said.

“Can we at least discuss names?” Dick whined.

“You haven’t even met him!” 

“Only because you’re hogging him!” His older brother pouted.

“He’s very stab happy, would you rather I let him swim to you and attack a reaper on the way?” Damian sniped back.

“I’d rather you let us help you guard him,”

“No! I’m perfectly capable of watching a hatchling,”

“…but he stabbed you?”

“Just a scratch, barely a concern,” Damian defended, “A tiger plant could hit harder than he did,” 

“I for one, vote we keep the stabby teenager away from the stabby baby,” Tim suggested. 

“Shut up or I’ll teach him to stab you on command!” Damian sneered, cutting off the bond. He needed time to think.

Damian turned, but the hatchling was nowhere to be seen. His blood froze, gills flaring. No no no no no no no, he couldn’t be the one to lose this hatchling. Father would never trust him with anything ever again! Shooting over to the little one’s nest, Damian tapped on the barrier.

Tap…Tap…Tap…

Nothing

Tap…Tap…Tap

Again 

Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.

Faster, more consistent, he braced himself for the hatchling to shoot out and start mauling him again. Still nothing, not a peep or shuffle. 

He lost the hatchling.

@ashoutinthedarkness @avelnfear @meira-3919 @thought-u-said-dragon-queen @hugsandchaos @blep-23 @zeldomnyo @bytheoldwillowtree @justwannabecat @shepherdsheart @starlightcat04 @stargazing-bookwyrm @pupstim @dragongoblet @noxcheshire

[moongothic]

Going back to this thing briefly

When adapting this chapter into an episode Toei did not explain nor demonstrate to us what the fuck that spike was (instead they gave us Sables #378545), so we're no closer to finding out what kinda new moves Crocodile might have up his sleeve, whether that really was a Haki-infused sand spike or what

But when I was checking the melting point of sand out of curiosity (to figure out if Crocodile has a fighting chance against Akainu, which in theory he does because Akainu isn't hot enough to melt sand (in theory)), I was reminded of the fact that sand is mostly made of silica

Or, in other words, quartz. Sand is, on average, made of crystal. Of course, sand is also made of other things and other minerals (not just quartz), but if we wanted to assume Croc's DF is made of one element and one element alone, then let's just assume it's 100% silica, right

And now I can't help but to wonder now though

Could Crocodile have learned a new technique where he somehow compresses and hardens his sand so much it can turn into large, solid crystals? Or more specifically, sharp pointy stabby weapons to murder people with? 'Cause. How fucking cool would that be

Also considdering how much Crocodile likes his bling, being able to form crystals to murder people with would arguably be on-brand for him

[aspidities]

Welcome to the Ides of Smut Month, beware those stabby dicks!

We’ve been full blown with wedding planning (or at least J has been, I have been steadily mourning how little I understood of Expensive before now) but I did manage to work on at least one Thing this month and that Thing is here for you to share!

Spring has sprung, indeed.

I put chapters three AND four up on AO3 to catch up, but if that’s not enough you can head on over to horny jail/Patreon for Chapter 5.

Happy reading and happy Spring!

[skellymom]

"There have been great societies that did not use the wheel, but no societies that did not tell stories." - Ursula Le Guin

Welcome to my STAR WARS THE BAD BATCH fan fiction page!

FIRST AND FOREMOST, PLEASE READ THIS POST!!!

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Do it...I DARE YA! Make my day...make yours too!!!

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"Vagabonds"

Ongoing OC x Hunter/Bad Batch Fanfic Series:

Introduction: "Chaos On Coruscant"

+ Chapter 1: "Weight of the Galaxy" (posted 8/14/2023/reposted 1/24)

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/738467105361494016/vagabonds?source=share

"Vagabonds" #2: "Spotchka Under The Stars" (posted 9/12/2023) Not SFW/SMUT

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/728315714878980096/background-hunter-and-mad-bond-make-love-and?source=share

"Vagabonds" #3: "Co-Conspirators" (posted 9/21/2023) Not SFW/SMUT

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/729052697841582080/hunter-x-ocfem-reader-ongoing-series?source=share

"Vagabonds" #4: "Meet The Fam" (posted 10/5/2023) SFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/730320896366149632/vagabonds-chapter-4?source=share

"Vagabonds" #5: "Secrets" (posted 11/8/2023) SFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/733456994638462976/vagabonds-chapter-5?source=share

"Vagabonds" #6: "Job Gone Wrong" (posted 11/12/2023) SFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/733835736590303232/vagabonds-chapter-6?source=share

"Vagabonds" #7: "Escape From Ord Mantell - Part 1" (posted 11/19/2023) SFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/734468366280065024/vagabonds-chapter-7?source=share

"Vagabonds" #8: "Escape From Ord Mantell - Part 2" (posted 11/28/2023) SFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/735297232933453824/vagabonds-chapter-8?source=share

"Vagabonds" #9: "In The Beginning" (posted 2/8/2024) SFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/741739026615353344/vagabonds-chapter-9?source=share

"Vagabonds" #10: "Stranded" (posted 2/29/2024) SFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/743633412345282560/vagabonds-chapter-10?source=share

"Vagabonds" #11: "In The Depths Of Darkness" (posted 3/14/2024) SFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/744912201871245312/vagabonds-chapter-11?source=share

"Vagabonds" #12 "Love's Arrival" (posted 4/16/24) NSFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/747902380483526656/vagabonds-chapter-12?source=share

"Vagabonds" #13 "Precious Cargo" (posted 6/20/24) NSFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/753775679134466048/vagabonds-chapter-13-precious-cargo?source=share

"Vagabonds" #14 "In Confidence" (posted 7/31/24) NSFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/757579231979077632/vagabonds-chapter-14-in-confidence?source=share

"Vagabonds" #15 "Get In Losers (posted 8/8/24) NSFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/758223309018103808/vagabonds-chapter-15-get-in-losers?source=share

"Vagabonds" #16 "Trip Like I Do" (posted 8/14/24) NSFW SMUT!

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/758770205138845696/vagabonds-chapter-16-trip-like-i-do?source=share

"Vagabonds" #17 "WTF" (posted 8/15/24) NSFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/758867009187512320/vagabonds-chapter-17-wtf?source=share

"Vagabonds" #18 "THE FORCE" (posted 8/21/24) NSFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/759480275949486080/vagabonds-chapter-18-the-force?source=share

"Vagabonds" #19 "HEART OF THE MATTER" (posted 9/9/24) NSFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/761182994193154048/vagabonds-chapter-19?source=share

"Vagabonds" #20 "DIFFICULT CHOICES" (posted 9/12/24) NSFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/761407251706707968/vagabonds-chapter-20?source=share

"Vagabonds" #21 "AMARANTHINE" (posted 9/26/24) NSFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/762676548240277504/vagabonds-chapter-21?source=share

"Vagabonds" #22 "THE TEMPEST" (posted 9/29/24) NSFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/762939005812801536/vagabonds-chapter-22?source=share

"Vagabonds" #23 "RETREAT" (posted 10/10/24) NSFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/763930279133970432/vagabonds-chapter-23?source=share

"Vagabonds" #24 &25 "RETREAT" & "THE NIGHTMARE" (posted 10/21/24) NSFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/764929745333927936/vagabonds-chapter-24-25?source=share

"Vagabonds" #26 "HOPE AND LOVE" (posted 10/29/24) NSFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/765645976136564736/vagabonds-chapter-26?source=share

CLONE FORCE 99/THE BAD BATCH GROUP FICS

"SILENT BUT DEADLY" #1 in "ONE SHIT" Series (posted 1/1/24) FART HUMOR

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/739302379984388096/silent-but-deadly?source=share

"BOMBS AWAY" #2 in "ONE SHIT" Series (posted 1/22/24) FART/POOP HUMOR

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/740278235151106049/fionajames-talesfrommedinastation-n0vqni?source=share

"WHO DELT IT" #3 in "ONE SHIT" Series (posted 1/10/24) FART HUMOR

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/739120829947871232/who-delt-it?source=share

"REDNECK DOUG'S BATCHER FAMILY BBQ" (posted 9/5/23) Unhinged Family Drama/COMEDY/Not SFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/727626634459529216/redneck-dougs-bad-batch-one-shot-background-bad?source=share

*NSFW* "BALLROOM BLITZ" (Posted 4/13/24)

The Bad Batch Fan Fic Clone Fic Gift Exchange FULL STORY

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/747672258377580544/ballroom-blitz?source=share

"HIGH TIMES" (posted 5/15/24) Medicinal Candy Mix-Up SILLY/NSFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/750529350552731648/high-times?source=share

"LITTLE BROTHER" (posted 6/14/24) Batch rehomes a baby clone. SFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/753251556693032960/little-brother?source=share

"SLIDE" (posted 6/21/24-repost from 7/31/23) Jedi Groundhog Day SFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/753955452070641664/slide?source=share

CLONE TRIBUTES

"Heaven's Earth" This is seduction of the highest order (posted 8/19/24)Passionately angsty love song dedicated to clone of choice/WHOLE batch!

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/759278574808268800/headcannon-soundtrack?source=share

"Death Is Nothing At All" (posted 6/20/24) Tribute to Tech

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/753782399015469056/death-is-nothing-at-all?source=share

"Goodnight Kamino" (posted 4/25/24) Tribute To ALL Of The Clones

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/748705639648378880/a-tribute-to-the-clones?source=share

COLLABS

"The Last Island Wolf " ALTERNATE ENDING (posted 11/28/24) horror/SFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/768424631791157248/last-island-wolf?source=share

Chapter 1-"The Tale of the Dathomir Witch"

Clone Force 99/Bad Batch Mini Series Fic

ONE witch attempts to save the galaxy (Posted 10/16/2023) SFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/731338076301000704/the-tale-of-the-dathomir-witch?source=share

"The Tale of the Dathomir Witch"-Chapter 2 (posted 10/17/2023) SFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/731405312676003840/the-bad-batch-mini-series-halloween-fan-fic?source=share

"The Tale of the Dathomir Witch"-Chapter 3 (posted 10/31/2023) SFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/732696093237870592/the-bad-batch-mini-series-halloween-fan-fic?source=share

"The Tale of the Dathomir Witch"-Chapter 4 (FINALE - posted 10/31/2023) Some violence/check tags

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/732696079947251712/posted-103123?source=share

TECH FICS

"Amber Eyes" (posted 11/4/24) HOPE for Tech Fans! SFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/766196448072187904/amber-eyes?source=share

"Amber Eyes" Chapter 2 (posted 11/23/24) HOPE for Tech Fans! SFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/767923139764207616/amber-eyes-chapter-2?source=share

"For The Love Of Dog" (posted 7/29/24) Sweet SFW (features Crosshair)

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/757322076805906432/for-the-love-of-dog?source=share

ECHO FICS

"Wordless" (posted 9/3/24) Love/Hope SFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/760581993393209344/wordless?source=share

"Smash and Grab" (posted 7/24/24) Angst SFW (Hunter featured too)

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/756858742702833664/smash-and-grab?source=share

WRECKER FICS

"Stasis" (posted 8/6/24) Love/angst and some humor SFW/NSFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/758038690108997632/stasis?source=share

CROSSHAIR FICS

"The Platform" (posted 5/27/24) Angst SFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/751604938204921856/the-platform?source=share

"Bring Me To My Knees" PART 1 (posted 3/7/24) SMUT++ /Not SFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/744267915687264256/bring-me-to-my-knees-part-1?source=share

"Bring Me To My Knees" PART 2 (posted 3/7/24) SMUT++ /Not SFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/744276448825769984/bring-me-to-my-knees-part-2?source=share

"CUP OF CAF" (posted 12/4/23) Crosshairs sweet redemption arc/SFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/735755898541277184/a-cup-of-caf-the-bad-batch-crosshair-one?source=share

"RETURN TO PABU" PART 1 (posted 1/24/24) Companion to "Cup of Caf"/SFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/740375615328354305/return-to-pabu-part-1?source=share

"RETURN TO PABU" PART 2 (posted 1/24/24) Companion to "Cup of Caf"/SFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/740838054339723264/return-to-pabu-part-2?source=share

"RETURN TO PABU" PART 3 (posted 7/16/24) Companion to "Cup of Caf"/SFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/756137825067515904/return-to-pabu-part-3?source=share

"RETURN TO PABU" PART 4 FINALE (posted 7/16/24) Companion to "Cup of Caf"/SFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/756137857356349440/return-to-pabu-part-4-finale?source=share

HUNTER FICS

"Little Interruptions" (posted 6/17/2024) MILDLY NSFW (mild smut)

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/753588665810386944/hiii-can-you-do-a-story-about-after-a-long?source=share

"The Incident" (posted 5/31/24) SFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/751971675586822144/hey-skelly-youre-taking-requests-oh-id-love-to?source=share

"Healing Touch" (posted 5/28/24) SFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/751709195246649344/hey-skelly-i-was-wondering-if?source=share

"Unfortunate Turn Of Events (posted 3/21/24) SFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/745530843675639808/unfortunate-turn-of-events?source=share

"I'm Your Man" (posted 2/29/24) SMUT++/NSFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/743658453597323264/im-your-man?source=share

"Hunt And Peck" (posted 2/28/24) COMEDY SMUT/NSFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/743551116443336704/hunt-and-peck?source=share

"Sunset Over Pabu" (posted 2/12/24) ANGST/SADNESS/SFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/742174639837593600/please-like-comment-andor-reblog?source=share

"Fuck Around, Find Out" (posted 10/20/24) SILLY/SFW

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/770375451499757568/fuck-around-find-out?source=share

Original Art:

MISCELLANEOUS

"TRIBUTE TO HOPE AND REBELLION" - ANDOR

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/761188315249754112/a-tribute-to-hope-and-rebellion?source=share

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