#i’m just a second away from giving this boy a name and making a picrew for him

[constantnbpreg]

College Boy looking himself over in the mirror, belly jutting out of frame. Contemplating his size, his fingers drum against the taut sphere, which hasn't yet dropped. "I can probably squeeze in a few more..."

truly spoiling me tonight and this slutty little (well not so little anymore) College Boy.

he’s only five months along, halfway through this pregnancy but he’s measuring so much bigger. the bump that’s completely ruined and dominates his figure completely out in the open because his crop tops can’t cover it’s wide expanse. short shorts completely unbutton and fly down as there’s no hope for getting it done up

he drums his fingers before rubbing its delicious curve, humming.

“I can probably squeeze a few more…” He looks so good this round anyway, a few more wouldn’t hurt at all. Not even thinking how these babies already in his womb are only going to keep and keep getting bigger and therefore making him more gravid. No no he wants to add more to his brood. That thought in mind, he’s cupping the bottom curve, thumb grazing against his sensitive stretch marked skin as he hits up another potential hookup.

maybe he could fit more than just a few~

[swagcoolcat]

Hey, friends! I made a post saying I was considering making a bmc fan-kid post, because I have three different sets with my close friend, Moth! (They’re not on tumblr, unfortunately, or I’d tag them). For the sake of simplicity, I made them all on the same picrew to see them in the same style. (Picrew will be linked at the end of the post).

(This spans across five and a half years, so half of these kids are boyf riends kids and half are pins and patches kids)

Fan Kids below the cut!

EDIT TO ADD FOR PEOPLE THAT GO PAST THE CUT: Let me know if I’ve made any mistakes in any of the Alt Text! I’m trying to improve at it so I can start adding Alt Text to my art! Thank you!

**PICREWS WILL DEPICT THE KIDS AS PRETEENS/TEENS, MEANING YOUNGER KIDS WILL BE OLDER IN THE PICREWS THAN THEY ARE IN CANON**

The Mell-Heere Kids (TW for brief mentions of physical abuse in Ruby’s section):

Marcus Daniel Mell-Heere: Marcus doesn’t have much information about him regarding his upbringing before he came to be adopted by Michael and Jeremy. What feels correct to me though, is that Marcus’s parents passed away around the time he turned 5, close to a year before he meets Michael and Jeremy, which also explains why he starts kindergarten at 6 instead of 5- because due to the trauma and grief of losing his parents, he’s not ready to start school when it starts a month later. He’s incredibly outgoing and social, and he absolutely loves sugar.

Ruby Maye Mell-Heere: Ruby came from an abusive household before she was adopted by Michael and Jeremy. When we first meet Ruby, she’s shy and reserved. She hardly wants to speak with anyone, and takes some time to trust Michael or Jeremy, or anyone really. She comes out of her shell more the more time she spends with them, and grows an especially close bond with Marcus. She’s fiercely protective of him, and he’s the same way with her. She gains an especially close bond with Jeremy, as he had a similar upbringing to her after his mom left, and finally talking about it and having someone that understands the pain she went through really helps her in healing.

Robin Miracle Mell-Heere: Robin is the youngest member of the Mell-Heere family and their only biological child, born about 8 years after the events of the musical on Halloween. He’s a very happy baby who loves to explore. Robin has some weirdness going on due to the SQUIP. We didn’t end up exploring this too much, but what we did have was that his freckles would glow when his emotions got intense, and this would give Jeremy and people who connected with Jeremy’s SQUIP migraines. Robin also is growing a lot faster than most babies, which we explained as being due to the SQUIP as well (but really it’s because we were 14 and didn’t know how babies worked).

Jeremy’s Cousin (TW for mentions of Death)

Nate/Rain (last name unknown- but likely Heere): For simplicity, I’ll just refer to him as Nate. We changed his name to Rain partway through because we got attached to him more so than we thought and he was named after a real person. At the beginning of his story, Nate has been recently adopted by his older cousin, Jeremy, after his parents passed away in a plane crash. Due to the sudden trauma of losing both of his parents, a once happy Nate was suddenly thrown into a depression. He starts learning how to heal and starts making some friends after Jeremy meets and hires Michael, who specializes in helping kids. We ended his story going on a date with a boy in his class, Aidan/Hudson (same name situation as Nate).

Dillinger-Mell Kids:

Tao Dillinger-Mell: Tao is the oldest of Michael and Jake’s adopted kids at 15 years old. We made him and his sisters less than a week ago, so we don’t have Lore for them yet, we just have their designs, names, and ages. I do however know that Tao plays soccer.

Viviana Dillinger-Mell: Viviana is the second oldest of Michael and Jake’s adopted kids at 10 years old. We don’t really have anything established about her yet.

Sybil Dillinger-Mell: Sybil is the second youngest of Michael and Jake’s adopted kids, at 5 years old. The only one younger is Gaïana, her twin sister. Her left arm ends at the elbow, and that’s where her prosthetic attaches. Aside from that we don’t have any established lore yet.

Gaïana Dillinger-Mell: Gaïana is the youngest of Michael and Jake’s adopted kids at 5 years old. She’s the younger twin sister of Sybil, and she really likes cats. Aside from that, we don’t have any established lore for her yet.

Body type A Picrew

Body type B Picrew

If you have any questions about any of these guys please do ask, I’d love to hear them!

[the-bi-space-ace]

Our boys are finally here!

Butter, a second generation trooper, discovered the joys of bread and butter in the mess as a cadet. He didn’t quite know the ratio yet and ended up putting far too much on a slice of bread before eating it and having trouble chewing the slab of far too much butter. The buttery glob was enough to earn him his name, the joke following him around for the rest of his time on Kamino. Butter grew up with intestinal issues and suffers from lactose intolerance which greatly impacts him due to his love of cheese and all things dairy. He often makes his brothers try all the dairy products so he can live vicariously through them. Butter often attempts to make conversation with other people and the proceeds to say the first thing that comes to mind which results in awkward conversations that the others have to try to salvage for him. Butter tends to make the awkwardness worse without trying to. He sometimes wakes up his brothers in the middle of the night to tell them about the wild thought that just passed through his mind and while they groan and tell him to go back to sleep they still have a soft spot for him.

In honor of his name he bleached his hair and added bright yellow streaks to lean into the joke. He once begged Bread to give him a tattoo of butter on his ass and, despite all of Bread’s protests, he did end up tattooing it for him.

Due to the intestinal issues and extensive list of allergies Butter’s squad grew accustomed to keeping contaminants away from his food, often having to treat his allergic reactions and help him adjust to new treatments. These issues made him unfit for battle and instead he was sent to work in the kitchen on a Venator where he met Bread, Pickles, and Ham.

Ham earned his name through the way he snorts when he laughs, the name starting as a joke and eventually growing on him as he aged. He has a strong connection to the loyalty one can have to those around you. He learned he had poor eyesight at a very young age and due to the constant strain on his eyes he often gets headaches painful enough to turn his stomach. Knowing the condition would get him decommissioned his batch covered for him and protected him as best they could, succeeding until late into their training on Kamino. He was old enough by the time he was found out that the Kaminoans didn’t want to decommission him and waste their investment. This resulted in him being assigned to kitchen duty on a Venator.

Ham has always tried to remain in good spirits, cultivating a cutting sense of humor and positive attitude. However, he struggles with missing his batch after they left Kamino to join the other clones in the war effort. Being away from them has made him put on a mask to protect himself from further hurt.

After being assigned to kitchen duty Ham met Pickles and immediately felt a strong urge to protect him, often following him around to try and start a conversation. While Pickles didn’t want to give into Ham’s constant offers of friendship he persisted and the two eventually formed a close bond, often chatting and joking with each other.

Genuinely love the picrew you made, it’s been a lot of fun to use @squad-724

@saturn-sends-hugs I’m so excited for you to see these guys 🧡

Sandwich Squad

So @the-bi-space-ace and I created a squad of clones a bit ago, and we just had to share them!

Bread was a second-generation infantry trooper who was badly injured in the line of duty. His entire squad was killed in an ambush, leaving him alone and wounded. Permanent damage from his injuries, both physical and mental, prevented him from returning to the field. To save him from being decommissioned, his Jedi general pulled strings to have him assigned to a Venator’s mess hall. 

No one knows what his name was before he came to work in the kitchens. Everyone who knew his old name is dead now, and he refuses to tell his new brothers.  Eventually, due to his tendency to make extra pastries and doughnuts for his brothers, his new name became Bread.

Now, Bread is a quiet, stern clone who tends to smell of fresh bread and flour instead of artillery smoke. He is very close with Butter, a bubbly but lactose-intolerant clone who befriended Bread when he first came to the kitchens.

Their Jedi’s padawan, Sol, is often found following Bread around in the kitchens while Bread pretends he isn’t happy about her being there. Bread always sets aside treats for Sol after missions and long training sessions. His favorite treats to bake are cinnamon rolls and sugar cookies decorated to look like little loth-cats.

Pickles was cloned late in the war, when the Kaminoans were pushing to create more clones on an accelerated timeline. He was born with a neurological disorder that makes one of his legs not respond like the other. This caused him to fall behind in training. His trainers often assigned him to cleaning duty as punishment. As a result, the vinegar smell of the cleaning solutions often clung to him and eventually earned him the name Pickles, a name he hated well into adulthood. 

Narrowly escaping decommissioning with the help of a sympathetic trainer, Pickles was assigned to mess hall duty aboard the same Venator as Bread and the rest of Sandwich Squad. 

Pickles tells fantastic stories and jokes but doesn’t have the best memory. He was on his own a lot as a cadet, so it takes him a long time to trust people, even clones.

Ham, another clone working in the kitchens, immediately took Pickles under his wing when they met, and, though Pickles took time to trust him, the two became very close. They both tend toward gallows humor but also delight in playing pranks on Bread and Butter.

And, because I love sad middles with happy endings, Sandwich Squad’s inhibitor chips are defective. As a treat. When Order 66 strikes, their Jedi is killed, but they are able to rescue Sol, their Jedi’s padawan, and escape with her. They encounter the clone rebellion when Rex and Echo save them from an Inquisitor. They eventually settle on a farm on the Outer Rim, far from the Empire, to raise the little Jedi. (And they all live happily ever after, shhh, let us have this.)

I'm tagging @saturn-sends-hugs because you expressed interest in our boys. :}

@squad-724 your picrew was absolutely wonderful for making Sandwich Squad! You did such a good job with it, and it really brought these boys to life! <3

[notthatiwilleverwriteit]

I made “now” and sort of “what if” versions of our boys. What if they hadn’t met certain people? What if the direction of their lives hadn’t changed? What if they hadn’t said the things they said? What if they never found a limit?

The bar where Mo Guan Shan worked at almost got robbed one night but Mo Guan Shan knocked the guy out. The owner of the bar was impressed and told Mo Guan Shan about an illegal fighting ring. He could easily earn some extra cash with his skill. At first, Mo Guan Shan wasn’t interested but then his mother was hospitalized and suddenly he was facing hospital and medication bills. “You think I could really do well?” he asked his boss, telling himself that it was either this or asking someone for money and he wasn’t going to make that mistake again. His first opponent was easy and the prize money was lucrative. His boss praised Mo Guan Shan for getting the crowd going with his ferocity. “Just let me know if you want to earn easy money again,” he said and gave him a thick wad of crumpled bills. He fought another match about a week later. Soon, he started to gain a reputation. People called him the “Mad Dog”. His boss - now his unofficial manager who also hustled as a bookkeeper at Mo Guan Shan’s matches - even came up with the idea of the muzzle. "Showmanship, you have to have showmanship," he had said when Mo Guan Shan had frowned at the damn thing. "You gotta give them a show." It was snowing the night Mo Guan Shan beat up a kid much younger than him. The boy hadn’t even had a chance against him. After the fight, Mo Guan Shan threw up behind a dumpster and tried to wash off the kid’s blood with snow until his hands were red with cold instead.

He Tian ended up working for his family, and his life was spiraling. He lived by himself downtown in a spacious loft apartment. Despite having money, the apartment was sparsely furnished. A double mattress on the floor in front of the wall of windows stretching a view over the city. At an arm’s reach next to the mattress was his laptop and an overflowing ashtray. A couch and TV that he rarely watched but had pretty much always on. A rack for his clothes that he didn’t just store in various piles on the floor. He worked as a debt collector. And he was good at it, too. He was good at finding people and putting the fear of God in them. It helped that you didn’t give a shit. Like how he had beat up this one redhead kid when he couldn’t have paid his monthly interest. The dullness made it easy, and it had set into him so deep you could see it in his eyes. When he wasn’t working, He Tian took the dullness out on booze, drugs, and women - sometimes men. Whenever his brother came to visit him, he narrowed his eyes at the fresh hickeys spotting He Tian’s neck and the empty beer cans littering the floor. “Disgraceful,” he always muttered. He Tian drag on his cigarette and told him to give him the intel on the new mark and fuck off already.

“Zhan Xixi, I like you. I’m sorry.” had been the last message Jian Yi sent Zhan Zheng Xi before his phone had been taken away and destroyed. As the big bodyguards had been relocating him and his mother, he had wondered if he would ever see Xixi again. He didn’t wonder that anymore. But sometimes it still caught him off guard. Something happened during the day and he snatched his phone, eager to tell Zhan Zheng Xi all about it, only to remember that these days his phone only had three contacts: “Auntie”, “Dentist”, and “Mom”. And neither of them was Xixi’s number - nor his aunt’s, dentist’s or mother’s. He was left alone a lot. Well, there’s always someone watching him, but he’s still alone. Jian Yi has started to spend more and more time in his dreamland. Imagining talking with Zhan Xixi even though he can barely remember his voice anymore. He’s terrified of the day when he can’t recall his face, too. Jian Yi is afraid he will lose a part of himself that can't be replaced. The minutes Jian Yi spends deep in thought easily stretch into hours. He is still being trained but he doesn’t fear the pain anymore. Brother Qiu had been right in saying that he would get used to it eventually. He's stopped holding back while training Jian Yi, and Jian Yi almost welcomes the bruises and soreness. For his birthday, Jian Yi wanted a floral tattoo on his neck. One day, he wants to once again feel Zhan Zheng Xi’s fingers knead the back of his neck.

“Zhan Xixi, I like you. I’m sorry.” That message is the center of Zhan Zheng Xi’s life these days. No matter where he is or what he’s doing, it’s always on his mind, occupying its every last nook and cranny. He wishes he had never received it. He couldn’t live without it. He works as a police officer, trying to be promoted to an investigator. He works 80 hours a week, but it’s not work for him. Not really. He’s learning, training. He’s getting closer to that message, he can feel it. His coworkers have long ago given up on inviting him along to drinking parties and get-togethers. You couldn’t have a better partner as an officer than Zhan Zheng Xi but damn the guy needs to let loose every now and then. They don’t get it, Zhan Zheng Xi thinks to himself while politely but firmly turning down one of his female coworkers nervously asking if he had any plans for the weekend. None of them get it. He’s getting closer. He knows he is. He has to be getting closer by now. Maybe the black-haired junkie punk he had caught the other night but hadn't booked finally has some answers for him.

She Li is searching, too. He’s looking for God himself. The same from when he pushed a red-haired kid against a wall, grabbed a fistful of his soft hair, and looked down at the watering eyes pleading him. A portal had opened that day, channeling energy that had overwhelmed She Li and taken over him. That God. But God had proven to be fickle. She Li had tried to connect with Him again but something had always been missing. He lives within She Li. She Li is Him, he just needs to find Him again. If She Li finds Him in himself, he can find Him in other people, too. He wants to turn them all into gods and feed on them. Be the God of gods. But he's been going about it all wrong. To find Him again, first, he must sacrifice himself. Before he was the marker but now he needs to let God come to him. Nothing of him can be left untouched, not sullied. Use him, push him down, mark him as His, so he can find Him again. He’s calling She Li’s name, telling him that he’s meant for great things.

Bonus:

He Cheng realized the error of his ways when he stepped over the gate’s threshold and smelled free air for the first time in 15 years. Released early for good behavior. All his life, He Cheng had thought he knew patience and humility but it had turned out, he knew nothing of those things. He had been arrogant and blind. But he had been a good student for over a decade and now he had enough patience and humility to properly enjoy destroying the parties responsible. He would thank them for this lesson in life by making every last memory of them ever even existing disappear into thin air. Across the parking lot, Qiu was leaning against his car, smoking a cigarette. For a second, his eyes widened when he spotted He Cheng and his buzzcut. The ragged scar under his eye. But he doesn’t ask. He doesn’t even ask about the neat line of vertebras tattooed along He Cheng's spine when he’s fucking into him from behind at the nearest cheap motel they had found. He just silently slides his wide, rough palm over it and sinks his teeth into He Cheng’s nape where the ink meets the soft fuzz.

Used Picrew

[smallestclowninthecircus]

Season 4 notes

Ep 121: mmmm tape recorder turning on without them knowing goes brrr. AAAhjhdsjfhjdf "do you mind if i call you jon" its like "can i call you elias?" is this the dream guy with the tendrils? who wants to bet the boat is captained by peter lukas? big man if it killed yall how are you still here. oh boy the tape is doin that thing. who do we think it is? did he wake up? hmm. ep 122: lol jon. 6 months!?!? bruh quit movin big man. he just Knows things sometimes you know how it is. nah b/c i can relate to feeling like other ppl/ things arent real, thats the biggest mood BUT i think it is kinda pretentious to entertain the idea that youre the only Real person. If you dont see a body dont believe it. i'll hold out hope for a bit. theres not a new archivist is there? surely i wouldve heard about that. oh god peter what changes did you make. ep 123: web development. hope its about spiders. she blames him. bruh why. if they hadnt done anything the world would've ended piss off melanie. why are ppl acting like he chose to be in a coma for 6 months. we know this they just appear. no longer "head archivist of the magnus institute, london" now he's just "the archivist" covered in spiders? cuz ik the spider has to do with controlling what youre doing and all this stuff but i cant think of how this connects to that. ep 124: ugh vertigo. is michael crew an old man? oooh. fairchild. how did he know it was martin? hmm. GRR I LOST MY NOTES AGAIN. FROM EPISODE 125 - part of 131. ep 131: bruh he's so hard to understand big man ur voice is so low. Jared Hotworth. the boneturner. "the ones i helped find their proper bodies" name a better top surgeon? our favorite trans ally? ep 132: woo field trip into the coffin! static lol. he says "chill out im just poppin in for a quick recall mission" is the rib thing actually gonna work? bruh it feels so odd and contrived but he's an odd man with some odd powers so idk. rip that archivist ayyy statement time. voices? recordings? are those tape recorders? was it the tape recorders? did they pull him back? i hope so b/c if the rib thing actually worked im gonna be so disappointed. ep 133: predicting the lonely? tundra. like the lukases. hmm. sanikova! like sanikov land. so its the hunt? i suppose? yeah. so daisy's clearly rejecting the hunt, which makes sense cuz she doesnt seem to like the entities that much. wait so are we just not gonna talk abt all the tapes playing on the ground?? no? ep 134: not an archival assistant anymore? Adelard Decker (or however you spell it) i recognize that name. 15th power. i was right there are 15. the extinction? im trying to remember what ive heard. oooh spooky. no i gotta be real i dont understand this fear but i'll believe you that its a thing. ew lukas is so squealy. lukas can turn invisible? oh boy. oooh martin put the tape recorders there. lol lukas is worried he's gonna be an avatar of the eye. ep 135: yoo its the third Daedalus statement! maxwell rayner (reiner? reigner?) i dont know who that is but ik its somebody. is he the cult leader guy? church of the divine host? 4 people?? what? did they kidnap somebody and keep them up there?? oh dear jon are you dying? did he try to See or Know or whatever? why does everyone call basira detective lol. ep 136: he was the one from the spider movie that ate ppl right? the special effects artist? is it annabelle cane? "its a joke jon" lol. hmm they wanted to record the therapy session with melanie? i wonder who that is. i almost wanna guess annabelle cane but im not sure. ep 137: this is the one! he went to the other place and read the war statement but it wasnt the one she took. not the music again. sounds like the slaughter. who the heck is eric lol. "the watcher's crown" like the crown of eyes we saw in the piccrew ep 138: oh boy Robert Smirk time. is that elias? as unhelpful as usual. if new powers can be "born" can others die out? did jonah magnus wear the watchers crown? maybe they were born from our fear or maybe our fears were born from them. ceaseless watcher does ceaselessly watch so. idk what you want

big man. yeah jonah for sure did something. ep 139: agnes!! lol that one dude threw off all their plans thats so funny. BUT this does tell us something. the tree in the backyard of the hilltop house? not made by her. it going down didnt kill agnes. im guessing gertrude tied agnes to the house using the tree? u good jon? cuz every time you try to Know smth intentionally it seems like it causes you great pain. how come he can do it accidentally with no problem but the second he wants to know smth of plot relevance he gets a headache or whatever ep 140: lol pagan exultation. classic. "oh thats my rib" lmaoo. ppl are always so mad at jon and his Eye powers except when it benefits them. they're like "oh you shouldnt do that its not right" and then all of a sudden they want to know something and its all "oh cmon jon its the only way" ep 142: oh god jon what did you do. its interesting she's giving her statement in the way that they do when jon Asks. did he see her in the Coffin? and so he's following her? ok cmon jon you're supposed to let them come to you. lmao ikr martin. "start to hear the blood" "suure." lmao ep 143: lol that awkward moment when gertrude is already dead. big J if you die im gonna kill you. bruh. ayo helen? i guess it worked? ep 144: lol this reminds me of that one edgar allan poe story where he kills the old dude with the weird eye. spooky music stuff. lol thats my favorite symptom of a heart attack its hilarious. so its smth abt the location probably? bro i feel like you should write down the numbers idk. 162830165049 564846474827. seems like the distortion? like the kinda thing that causes you to go crazy because of the numbers. oh boy is it the extinction again. bro what?? im?? his dad just died and he's like eh. martin dont be mean. he's being all lonely again. big man ur pushing ppl away. oh god its fucking squealy boy. ep 145: that almost sounds like breekon/hope... Arthur? agnes. aah was he from the lightless flame cult. a tree. lol he's just ranting rn. hehehe fuck landlords amirite. yay someone tells jon outright to go to therapy. now do it big man. ep 146: oh great! the distortion! i'm making a spiral themed building in mc right now! jon maybe accept you did a bad? nah this goes back to what i said before. they're fine with him compelling ppl when its convenient for them but otherwise its "no jon you cant, youre a monster jon" the tapes didnt turn on. i spose that means its not important? i agree with daisy, this seems unecessarily dangerous. ep 147: is that a tape? the first tape? well that went better than i expected tbh. BAHAKJASHDJKF she did the "can i call you jon" like nikola says "elias, can i call you elias?" damn annabelle is such a girlboss. oh! the one thing from the picrew. its been a while since ive connected smth to that. lol all the other avatars always talk abt their patron so lovingly and the jon just. absolutely hates the eye. ep 148: lol thats the most elias thing. "i just like the way it sounds" ep 149: did he disappear? bruhh. ur lonely powers are popping off i guess. oops i accidentally deleted my notes for 150 - 152 ep 153: thats the cult right? yeah. it doesnt sound like the church of the divine host? idk. if it is the church of the divine host then they worship the dark right? so is the eleventh the dark star or wtvr? it almost sounds like the corruption b/c of the oil or grease or whatever. oh dear what happened. oh its the hunters. theyre so annyoing. not an "it" he has a name. he's a person. is this a page from the skin book? ep 154: oh shit this is gerry's dad! oh shit he quit! oh dear god. jon don't you do it. haha martin. yeahhhh... is he gonna tell the others? cuz you know theyre gonna get mad if he doesnt. oh also picrew connection! the bandages over the eyes? yeah thats this im guessing. ep 155: oh good he told them. oh my god what did you do. lol i have no mouth and i must scream. nah you get none of my sympathy you're straight up murdering ppl. its like the desolation, destroying lives to sustain your own. ok but taking their statements doesnt

kill them. oh... bye melanie. ep 156: lmao imagine if the tape recorder spoke back. oh boy decker! i swear we got a statement from him already. oh god mirrors scary. They're gonna eat the body arent they. Yup... sounds like the flesh or the slaughter, but I'm not sure. Could be the extinction for sure. Smth at the center! Like Helen mentioned. God Peter you dick. Ep 157: peter's just so :/ another decker statement i see. a statement about the corruption? hmm. maybe its not abt the corruption. the extinction. lol pandemics. topical. John Amherst. helen? lol i can hear admiral purring in the background. oh cmon helen dont be like that. im trying real hard to like you but you make it so difficult. ep 158: did they fucking free the stranger? im gonna lose it. you absolute dumbass. im sorry who is that? jonah magnus? my guy. peter. you absolute dickhead. that's elias. (im p sure i had this spoiled for me that elias is jonah) oh dear this is her death. god peter you prick. i hope this is a pop off martin moment and not a "martin you idiot" moment. i hope the hunters kill the stranger entity. or she kills them. furry daisy pop off! yeah fuck you peter martin can make his own decisions. you know that clip from Twisted where jafar says "ok what the fuck was that" martin D: ok like i know its gonna work but still D: D: ep 159: peter you bitchboy. because if im alone i cant hurt anyone else. imnotgonnacryimnotgonnacryimnotgonnacry do it do it do it do it. pop off jon. ok its a pretty good idea for a ritual i gotta be honest. she didnt even have to blow it up lol. oh dear that was certainly a noise. "he gets you" did he not have jon already? he's back! our boy is back! awwww thats so cute. ep 160: oh right this is the thing in the safe house. i love him. "obviously im going to tell you if i see any good cows" martin my beloved <3 :)) oh boy who is this. fuckin. people. jonah you dick. gahh. you can tell he's trying to resist so hard lol. ohh. hehe keep an *eye* on him. altho if the extinction is a real thing he needs to be marked by that right? lol he sounds so intense im sorry- i want martin to just burst in and be like "look at this cow i saw!" its so dramatic and for why.

[hazel-writes]

Summary: You begin your first official day of work and meet your new coworkers, who turn out to be full of surprises.

Word Count: 2,300

Notes: This chapter is a bit slow, but I'm excited to introduce you to some new characters! If you want to see Picrew face-claims for these characters, look here. Otherwise, imagine them to look however you want!

Warnings: brief mentions of violence

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I'm trying hard to hide

Keep the sun out of my eyes

Close them tight

And now I'm waiting for the moon to rise

Belle and Sebastian ~ Waiting for the Moon

You walked through the door, nervously wringing your hands, despite your best efforts not to. Your eyes scanned the room, eventually landing on a large, grey reception desk. Sitting behind the desk was none other than Ms. Stoney, the uptight woman who had “welcomed” you onto the ship the day before.

You took a deep breath before walking over to her, waiting patiently for her to look up and address you — but she didn’t. You tried subtly clearing your throat, shifting your feet from side to side, and moving into her line of sight, but nothing seemed to grab her attention. Eventually you forced out a meek, “Hi, there!” to which she responded with an annoyed glance in your direction.

“Oh, it’s you again,” she grumbled with a mix of tiredness and disappointment.

“Uh, yeah, it is,” you smiled back, which you could tell bothered her. “I’m looking for the artist workspace? I know it’s somewhere within this department, but I wasn’t sure where exactly…”

“Artist?” she questioned, eyebrow raised.

“Yeah! Ya know, an individual who… does art?” Your attempt at an explanation was met by silence. “Umm… they’re usually covered in some sort of paint or clay, might dress a little funny, are often a little angsty, possibly tormented by some aspect of their past?” More silence. You give a strained smile; you really shouldn’t keep trying to talk over awkward silences. “Not ringing a bell, huh?”

Through clenched teeth she replied,“I believe the people you are looking for are through those doors on the left.”

She said the word people like it left a bad taste in her mouth. She obviously didn’t think too kindly of them.

“Great, thanks,” you replied, heading to the door she indicated.

You opened it, and to your surprise you saw no canvases, paint splatters, tin cans, or haphazard brushes littering the room. The walls and floors were a spotless white. A large, circular table was positioned in the center of the room, surrounded by sleek modern chairs and data pads on tripods. This didn’t look like your dad’s studio back home; a place where the remnants of unfinished projects were put on display for everyone to see and learn from. Here, you could already tell: making mistakes wasn’t an option. There was no room for error.

You returned your attention to what was in front of you, only to have three pairs of eyes meet yours.

The first pair belonged to a girl of medium height. She had long, slightly frazzled, blonde hair and piercing blue eyes that contrasted her pale skin. She jumped when you walked in, her face immediately lighting up when she saw you. The second pair belonged to a taller girl. She had warm, chestnut eyes that complemented her dark, sepia skin. Her hair framed her face in a fan of tight curls. She seemed to examine you carefully, squinting slightly, before turning back to her work. The final pair belonged to a boy of medium height. He had shaggy light brown hair and a tanned, terracotta complexion. He looked at you with curious hazel eyes, smirking ever so slightly.

The three of them looked to be about your age, somewhere in their 20's.

The blonde-haired girl ran over to you, pulling you away from your observations. “You must be the new girl!” she exclaimed. “I’m Rilea, your new best friend.”

You were taken aback by her enthusiastic and cheerful attitude; it wasn’t something you encountered very often on the Finalizer. You laughed nervously. “Oh, uhh… cool?”

The boy with the disheveled hair spoke up from the back of the room. “Don’t mind her, she has a new best friend each week.” He smirked at Rilea and she threw a box of tissues at him playfully.

“While that may be true,” she continued, turning to face you, “I can tell that you are going to be my favorite best friend.”

“That’s literally what you say to every single new person you meet,” the boy piped up again.

“For star's sake, Takoda, why do you have to be such a mudcrutch?!” Rilea shouted at him, frustrated.

You continued to observe in silence, still adjusting to the rapid shift of atmosphere in this room compared to the rest of the Finalizer.

You moved to go sit, finding an open seat next to the quiet, curly-haired girl. You gave her a small smile when you sat down, and she returned the favor, scooting her chair over to give you more room. Rilea, and the boy whose name apparently was Takoda, continued to argue like a couple of four year olds.

“Are they always like this?” you asked the girl seated next to you.

“Yup, pretty much,” she replied. “That is, of course, in between the times when they aren’t getting any work done… and the times when they still aren’t getting any work done.”

You laughed. “Well, at least one person here seems to have a level-head.”

“Make that two,” she said, giving you a smile. “My name is Akilah. What’s yours?”

You told her your full name before giving her your nickname, Wren, as well.

“Wren…” she pondered. “Not as in Kylo Ren, right?”

“No, no, no, stars, no,” you emphasized. “It’s the name of a- ” You paused, reconsidering. “I actually don’t know where it comes from, my friends just started calling me by it one day...”

Akilah stared at you intently for a few moments before Takoda shouted over at the two of you.

“Hey, you two aren’t gossiping about us now, are ya?”

You sighed, “Nope, just getting to know Akilah here.”

Rilea poked her head out from behind Takoda, “She's my best friend too!”

You mentally face-palmed and turned to fully face the group.

“So, this is the artist workspace?” you questioned, skeptically.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, I wouldn’t go that far as to say we are artists,” said Takoda.

You were confused. “But I thought-”

“You thought wrong. Here, you just follow the rules and instructions laid out for you. We are given colors, words, and images, and it’s simply our job to assemble it all into a neat poster or flyer for distribution.”

“Oh…” you replied, disappointed.

“I’m not even an artist,” he continued. “They just stuck me here after I was medically discharged from the trooper program. For the most part, everyone in this sector just got placed here because there was nothing else they could do”

“So why did they bother hiring me then?” you questioned. “If I’m gonna be honest, I’m used to a little more creative freedom back home. They could’ve chosen anyone for this job.”

“I don’t know,” Takoda replied. “Maybe they want their propaganda to look good for a change.” He smirked.

“Where did you say you were from again, bestie?” Rilea asked.

“Oh, I didn’t,” you replied. “I’m from Lothal.”

Immediately, each member of the team looked at each other, worried.

“Lothal…” Rilea repeated. “That’s one of the Order's targeted planets right now. I have a feeling that pretty soon we'll be distributing posters there. Maybe Hux thinks you can help reason with the people there?”

“Yeah, that makes sense,” Akilah added. “First Order propaganda would be a lot easier to accept coming from a fellow citizen.”

You pondered their words. What they were saying was probably true: you were simply a tool to be used by the First Order. They didn’t care about your talent or passion; they just needed your image.

“Well, I don't know how helpful I'd be on that front,” you sighed, pausing. “So what is the project you are working on now?”

“We’ll know soon enough,” said Takoda. “Our fourth member should be returning soon with our new assignment.”

“Fourth member?” you questioned.

At that moment, the door swung open with a dramatic bang, revealing a tall, lanky boy with jet black hair and evergreen eyes. He was pale with light freckles speckling his face and arms. His eyes narrowed when they met yours, scrutinizing your presence.

“Look, here he is, ‘fun-sized Kylo’ himself,” Takoda quipped.

Rilea leaned towards you. “He claims that he adopted the whole ��tormented soul, dramatic hair’ look before Ren even thought of it,” she snickered.

You were confused, but luckily Akilah came to your rescue.

“This is Soren,” she explained. “Our fourth member… Well, fifth, now.”

“Oh!” you replied, stretching out your hand for him to shake. “It’s nice to meet you I’m -”

“Irrelevant,” he interrupted bluntly, briskly brushing past you to sit at the back of the room.

You stood there, hand still outstretched, looking to the others for guidance.

Takoda spoke first, turning to face Soren. “Hey, laser brain, why don’t ya try being a little nicer to our newest member.”

“This is our newest member?” he responded, disapprovingly. “She doesn’t look like the First Order’s finest.”

“That’s because I’m not,” you interjected, defensive. “I’m from Lothal originally. Today is technically my first day with the Order.”

At the mention of your home planet, Soren visibly tensed, his fingers curling into tight fists. The other three looked nervously at each other; they knew something you didn’t.

Akilah, again, interrupted the tense silence. “We should probably get to work… What’s the new assignment Sor?”

Hearing her voice, he seemed to relax a little, pulling out a few papers with various sketches and color swatches.

“They want us to design posters directed at the people of Dantooine. The First Order is currently working to establish a blockade on the planet. It is our job to convince the natives to submit, while also showing them that they have the ability to contribute their own assets to our cause.”

You frowned, unsure of a few posters' ability to do such a thing. You were familiar with Dantooine; its history was deeply rooted in rebel allegiance. You doubted that a few pieces of paper could somehow shift the ingrained attitudes of thousands of people. But then again, you were an artist. And as an artist, it was your job to put blind faith into your work, simply hoping that others could see what you saw in it.

“How successful has this First Order propaganda been in the past?” you asked, genuinely curious.

Takoda laughed. “Not very. Usually, it just makes the citizens more angry. But that kind of works in favor of the Order: as soon as the rebels and their sympathizers become violent, whatever happens to them at the hands of the Order is then justified, so to speak.”

“What would happen if we tried to mix things up a bit? Like attempting a different style, color scheme, or whatever it may be, to make the posters more effective?” you suggested.

Suddenly serious, Takoda spoke. “No. We don’t do anything without the Order’s permission. Never. That’s our number one rule. We can mess around and make jokes all we want in here, but whatever finished product leaves this room has to be exactly what was requested of us.”

Something in Takoda’s voice made it seem like there was history behind this rule — history that didn't conclude with a happy ending. Looking around the room, you knew you were right. Everyone, except for Soren, was avoiding your gaze, choosing to stare at their shoes or the floor. Soren continued to bore into you with a death-glare, but your instincts told you he was like this with everyone and not to take it too personally.

“Yeah, I get it,” you responded. Soren looked at you sceptically. “Trust me, you have nothing to worry about. I’m on my last warning with General Hux — another mistake will pretty much guarantee my head a new home in the trash compactor.”

“Speaking of Hux, we are to report to him tomorrow with drafts,” Soren finally spoke up.

“Tomorrow?!” Rilea exclaimed.

“Yup,” Soren replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Of course he would pull something like this, giving us less than 24 hours notice...” Rilea muttered, irritated.

“Stars, I swear that man is 90% petulant child, 7% attempted scariness, and 3% toupee,” you responded.

This earned a chuckle from the group. Even Soren managed a smirk.

“Yeah, well, sadly, that petulant child has a big red button sitting under his bony finger that can destroy entire planets in the blink of an eye,” said Akilah, quietly. “So, we should probably get to work.”

“She’s right,” you say, desperate to end any talk of Hux. “Let’s start.”

And with that, the five of you began work on what was your first official project on the Finalizer. Akilah showed you how to accurately read the diagrams that the Order had provided. Rilea and Takoda attempted to work for a few minutes before devolving into yet another tissue paper fight. Soren sat quietly in the corner, working on the new project, glancing up every now and then at you and Akilah.

Despite the hectic menagerie of personalities that surrounded you, you were glad that you weren't stuck working with cold, robotic First Order employees like Ms. Stoney. You desperately wanted to ask your new friends about their backstories and how they came to be “artists” on the Finalizer, but Takoda and Rilea were busy stuffing tissues in each other’s ears, and Akilah and Soren seemed like the ‘work in silence’ types. You decided to settle with your own thoughts for now; it wasn’t as if you were lacking them.

It occurred to you that tomorrow you would have to face Hux again, the memory of what he sneered at you in the hallway this morning still fresh in your mind: Strike two.

You didn’t know what strike three would involve, but you definitely didn’t want to find out.

Unfortunately, you didn't get that lucky.

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[oceancoins]

sorry im not sure if ur still doing this, but can i do the rest of the emojis for the plural ask thingy? your system sounds v v cool c: /gen /pos

- voidcat anon

yeah sure! no worries!

🍓 If you’re an introject, what is your source/who are you? There's three introjects fronting. There's Sunny, from FNAF Security Breach. There's an introjects who doesn't feel comfortable sharing their source but he goes by Aeson. And I'm Tyler. I consider myself a Post-Factive of Tyler Joseph, because that's technically my source but I feel pretty disconnected from it now since I recently came out of dormancy. I'm both an introjects but like... Not really. I don't know if that makes sense. - Tyler

📍 Funny story that happened in exomemories? roxy let me put puffy stickers on her shoulder pads. - sunny

🌹 Funny story that happened in the meatspace? Soot fronted in .0543 seconds (/hyb) to tell someone (our fiance) to "stfu" for calling him the human equivalent of string cheese lol - Aeson

🎃 Who is fronting/close to fronting rn? So our specusian (Noah/Puppy/Adlai/Gavin/the boy has too many names omg /lh) is perpetually frontstuck. So he’s just kinda vibing. There’s Tyler, Sunny + Aeson in front room. And Achilles is co-con. - All(? ig)

🥕 Are any headmates frontstuck/co-con stuck right now? Well, beside Adlai, I’ve been really front-sticky this past week, and I’ve been stuck in front for a few hours. So I think I might be stuck here for a bit, lol. - Tyler

🏵 Random song lyric please :D OH I’M JUMPING IN FOR THIS ONE! This is my favorite song and got me through a lot in high school, and a bit after I graduated. I know this is more than one lyric but this verse doesn’t have the same impact when its not all together imp - Noah

To give me some diagnosis of why I'm so hollow Please give me instructions, I promise I'll follow I tripped on my ankle and fractured my elbow But doesn't that mean that the tour's gonna sell though? I try to explain the good faith that's been wasted But after an hour it sounds like complaining Wait don't go away, can I lie here forever? You say that I'm better, why don't I feel better? The universe works in mysterious ways But I'm starting to think it ain't working for me Doctor, should I be good? Should I be good this year?

- Karma by AJR

🌟 How did you find out you were plural? Puppy found notes that another headmate had left for hym. - Aeson

🌻 Do you use I/me, I&/me&, us/we, and/or any 1st person neos? We use us/we, but we’ve heavily considered first person neos. That might happen in the future. - Tyler

🌙 Do any headmates have typing quirks? If so, what are they? We have ~1,000 headmates and a good chunk of them do use typing quirks, but there’s so many of us that I wont really list any examples. /nm - Aeson

🍋 Do you have a host? If so, who are they? Uh. Kinda? We don’t really use the typical role titles we see a lot of systems use. We made up our own because our system functions in a unique way and none of the roles fit. This is our carrd that has pages that explain the role system we use and what the titles mean. It’s not a completed website but its functional and can still be used to see our general system info until we finish our member pages! - Tyler

🌿 Current member count? We know we have A Lot, but we know/have met ~500. - Tyler

🌱 Share a picture of urself in headspace! So none of us three are really comfortable sharing a photo, but Puppy is eager to show of 🌖! This is the most accurate we could get with picrew. (credit)

🦎 Do you share memories with your headmates? I really don’t know how to answer this question, sorry! Yes and no, but I can’t really elaborate farther than that. - Tyler

🦋 Any -heavys? Introject-heavy and queer-heavy! - Tyler

🛋 What does headspace look like? its a world that functions similarly to a minecraft world! we have different layer that vary in distance from front. - sunny

👾 Collective Name + Pronouns Ender and Kenopsia are our names. Our collective pronouns are He/Vey/Voi/End.

🌂 Singletsona? This is vey! (credit + credit)

👿 Origin(s)? Our system is traumagenic, but not all of our headmates are. We’re kenobased.