#like he dumpster dives everyday

[sunny-fox]

Random thought from yesterday:

Pet! SAHSR (Self Aware Honkai Star Rail) AU

Notes: reverse isekai, characters turn into animals, Astral Express Crew, Caelus and Stelle are twins, kind of Cult! AU?

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Dutch Rabbit! Pom Pom who pretends that they don't like being petted. They don't look at you when you pet them, opting to stare at random things around them, but they move towards you slowly and secretly, a few steps at a time. They nuzzle into your palm but pretend that they didn't afterwards by ignoring you multiple times when you call their name. Pom Pom does try to nip at your fingers if you ruffle their fur too often, thinking that you're trying to mess up their soft fur. If Pom Pom is feeling particularly friendly on some days, they might even let you hold them for hours (they usually lie still in your arms for about 5 minutes before squirming to get away). March will start complaining and pawing at your arm though, as it's her spot on other days.

Cocker Spaniel! March 7th who loves following you around your house. She's quite energetic, often bringing her toys to you, pleading for you to play with her through her gaze. You do play with her, but it's impossible to do so every 10 minutes, what with your work and everyday duties. March gets bored when you can't play with her, lying on the floor and looking here and there for something else to play with (that isn't her toys). Don't be surprised when you return to the living room and find your bags turned inside out, belongings undamaged but strewn across the floor, Himeko picking them up and piling them together for you. March wants you to think of it as revenge for not playing with her (>:3).

Siberian cat! Dan Heng who prefers resting on cat trees than interacting with the others. He'll swipe a paw at anyone (except you) who dares invade his personal space, though he acts more lenient towards the other pets. He watches you from his special spot on the cat tree every time you walk around the house doing chores or just going from one room to another. Sometimes Dan Heng does follow you just like March, but if you tell him that he's practically tripping you every step you take, he quietly leaves and goes back to his spot. If March is following you as well, Dan Heng will paw at her back, telling her to follow him to the living room. He'll ask for help from Welt if she doesn't listen.

Maine Coon! Himeko who's just like the mom of the group. She's mostly calm, but will gently nip at the younger pets' ears or swipe a paw at them - claws retracted, of course - if they misbehave. Himeko likes it when you brush her fur. Eight to nine out of ten times she falls asleep when you do so. She has to have her fur brushed weekly if not daily - she'll bring her comb to you and purr to let you know. Himeko will curl up next to you if you let her sleep on your bed, guarding you throughout the night, nuzzling against you when you wake up screaming (or not) from nightmares.

Bernese Mountain Dog! Welt who's really calm and quiet. He rests his snout on the edge of your bed each morning so the first thing you see when you wake is a pair of honey-coloured eyes staring right back at you. Please pat his snout as a good morning; he'll feel so happy if you do! As mentioned above, Dan Heng asks Welt for help when March insists on running in circles around you: he picks her up by the scruff and takes her away. Welt likes to accompany you on walks at night, treasuring the precious time he gets to spend with you. There's this one time when you took a photo with Welt and put a pair of toy glasses on his snout. He seemed to love those glasses a lot after that.

Raccoons! Caelus and Stelle who are disappointed that they can't go dumpster diving in your house. You can't have garbage strewn around your house, after all. You caught them red-handed during their first few attempts after arriving at your house. When you leave your house, they'll try to dig through the trash cans again. March and Dan Heng try to stop them, with March tugging on Stelle's tail with her mouth and Dan Heng standing on his hind legs, trying to pry Caelus off the can. Eventually you prepared a huge box for the troublemaker twins and hid new toys or snacks in it, underneath old clothes and colourful, hollow plastic balls. That seemed to satisfy their interest in dumpster diving, albeit briefly. Caelus and Stelle still try to climb into trash cans whenever they go on walks with you.

Even though Pom Pom was a rabbit, Dan Heng and Himeko were cats, Welt and March were dogs, and Caelus as well as Stelle were raccoons, they often stuck together like a family. Pom Pom likes to make Welt's back their personal couch. Welt won't move at all unless you pick up Pom Pom or Pom Pom climbs off his back. Himeko plays with March to distract her from turning your house upside down when you're busy. Caelus, Stelle and Dan Heng lie in a cuddle pile during naps. Sometimes March, Himeko, Welt and Pom Pom join them too. You're quite puzzled as to why they love each other dearly, but hey, it's nice to see them acting like family, no?

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Had a lot of fun writing this :D

[thatonefanficwriternooneknows]

FoxQuin Week Day 7: Force-Sensitive Fox

Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night!

I MADE IT THROUGH THE WEEK!

It was touch and go there for a second because hoo boy that Sonic 3 movies, my peoples, my love of Shadow has rekindled and I am trying to convince my wife to let us go see it again (it's not working).

ANYWAY!

Unlike the other days in FoxQuin Week, this one does have some prerequisite reading, TOUCHED by yours truly, has but one chapter of 5k length that probably should be read before this one, especially since I wrote this as the second chapter!

ANYWAY (again)

Day 7: Force-Sensitive Fox/"You arrested a Jedi?" "I was doing my JOB!" @foxquinweek

TOUCHED and all the days for FoxQuin Week will be collected and posted to ao3 on Monday or Tuesday unless we lose power due to the winter storm!

THANKS FOR READING <3 (also this is 5k so...pace yourselves?)

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Group Chat: “Batch Bitching”: Glory, Woof, Bye, and Puddle are ACTIVE.

Woof: so there I was

                rations on my tiddies

Bye: what tiddies?

Glory: everyone one knows you aren’t the vod in the batch with tiddies

Woof: the AUDACITY

                who the kriff is it then?

Bye and Glory are typing…

Puddle: we all know it’s Fox

                stop thinking differently

*USER: Fucks is ACTIVE*

Fucks: well this is better than the last name you lot gave me

Puddle: who changed his name to that?

                I’m not mad.

Fucks: no one is dumb enough to admit it Ponds

                Give it up

Woof: THIS TUBE KRIFFER

Glory: hey Fox

                I hear you arrested a Jedi

Bye: YOU ARRESTED A JEDI?!!

Fucks: I was doing my job

                technically

                who snitched?

Glory: no one

Fucks: ahhhh

                Kenobi then

Woof: forget the tiddies

                how does he always know?

Glory: I never said it was Kenobi!

Fucks: you didn’t have to

                just like Bly doesn’t have to say that he knew because of Secura

                and his caps were just a cover so we don’t know that he’s fucking her

Puddle: were me and Wolffe the only ones who didn’t know?!

Bye: kriff you Fox!

Woof: I am not surprised

Glory: technically

                they’re dating

Fucks: same thing

Bye: it really isn’t you shebs

Fucks: meh

                anyway

                Ponds

                remind your troops that Coruscant is MY planet and to stop making lives hard for my Corries

                kthnx bai!

*USER: Fucks is INACTIVE*

Woof: we can all aspire to be that level of don’t give a kriff

Glory: I feel like he’s gotten even weirder since landing on Coruscant

Puddle: I don’t think Fox could actively get weirder

                less anal about hiding it

                yes

                but weirder?

                nah

Bye: if you say so

                Anyway

                The Jedi Fox arrested was Aayla’s buir so…

Woof: yeah I don’t want to know

                Fox will tell us when it’s important

                until then I clam immunity via ignorance

Glory: clam

Puddle: clam

Bye: clam

Woof: oh fuck off

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Fox was having an admitting good day.

It was less rare than it was back on Kamino, but still not an everyday occurrence. Normal days were the plethora here, but a good day does crop up every now and then.

Hex hasn’t tried to chase him down yet, Thorn is, for once, not complaining about being in charge (again), Stone has successfully quelled riots in the prisons by allowing for recreational theater performances (weird but whatever works), and there were rumors of another (shinier) Commander joining the ranks tbd.

Good day all around.

What made it even better was that Fox was currently “incognito” in the Senate Dome, wearing an atrocious mix match of civilian clothes, jogan berry smoothie in hand, and some dope shades he found dumpster diving last week covering his eyes.

Every time a senator tried to stop him he got to reply with “can’t talk, hunting seppie spies” and was Believed. It was fantastic.

(Admittedly, Fox was not expecting for the Senators to leave him alone with that flimsy excuse, but lo and behold…he is arguably a genius.)

What makes it all better, is that, for some reason, the Jedi in the Dome today don’t seem to realize he’s a clone. In fact, several of them have asked him which Senator he was an aide for with a suspicious side eye.

Fox has answered differently to each one, and considering they were all in a group giving him confused looks, they might be on to him.

So he gave them a smile that would melt ice and ducked out of that particular hallway.

When in doubt, nope it out.

Fox was sipping his smoothie when he got a comm. The only part of his armor that he was wearing, his comm.

He answered it with a loud slurp and reveled in the stank face Hex gave him. Fox smirked behind the straw.

“That better not have caffeine in it, you piece of osik.”

“Never.” Fox lied like a liar.

(The cashier may have looked at him funny when he asked for as many caffeine shots she could legally give him plus one because the law doesn’t apply to him anyway. Their face gloriously imprinted on the cup his caffeine with a little jogan berry smoothie was in. Fox may or may not be tapping his finger on it over and over to enjoy that particular expression as much as he could before he had to toss the evidence of his lies.)

Hex squinted his eyes at him like he knew Fox was lying but wasn’t sure how before growling and snapping at someone out of frame of the holo.

Fox couldn’t resist tilting his head and releasing the straw from his lips with a wide grin.

“Oh Hex, do you have company?” Fox sing-songed, laughing as Hex snapped at him.

“No! They are leaving!”

“But Hex, you didn’t say yes or no to having last meal together…” a soft voice echoed into the comm and Fox tried to place it while his CMO was spluttering out gibberish.

“Prost?”

“Oh! Hello, Commander Fox! Good guess but no, it’s Hetic.” Ahhh yes. Those two were practically riduur from what he could remember. In the last deployment of shinies, known famously in the Guard for stealing a perp’s leg prosthesis on their first shift.

Their Names were set in duracrete after that.

(In Fox’s unwanted opinion, Hetic should have got for Hesis simply because it’s fun to say. But it’s not his Name so he doesn’t get one of those.)

“Hmm. Won’t do that again.” Fox took another sip, enjoying the flustering of Hex far too much for it to be healthy, but no one could blame him.

It was the simple things, really.

“Hex will join you.” Fox decided for his CMO, because the vod never did anything nice for himself, and Prost and Hetic were known to be incredibly nice.

Maybe a good kriff with calm Hex down a little about Fox’s health.

“What?!” Hex screeched even as two other voices shouted with excitement. Fox was nice to the Guard, and no one could ever claim otherwise.

“You’ll have fun, Hex. And you need a break.”

Hex growled and let out a quiet agreement to the other vode before focusing on Fox again.

Shit.

“And you need to take care of your health.”

Fox waved at his comm, careful not to spill the glorious nectar in his violently red smoothie cup.

“I’m perfectly healthy, you just worry too much. In fact, you could almost say…”

“Don’t you fucking say it.”

“I am operating a peak efficiency.”

“I hate you.”

Fox smiled winningly while Hex contemplated his murder. Well his ambush with a hypo strong enough to knock out a gundark for a few hours to get Fox to sleep. (Ha, jokes on Hex, they only work on Fox for about thirty minutes if he really thinks about it. He knows, he’s tried several times until he knew that for a fact. (He was curious!))

“Did you comm for something besides me accepting a date on your behalf?” Fox nodded to a few passing aides giving him a wide berth. Exactly how he’d prefer it forever.

“Yes.” Hex sighed before flicking something on his comm and looking at Fox when his own comm pinged with a transferred data packet. “That’s the marching orders for the rest of my batch.”

Fox hummed and pulled it open, frowning when he saw that one was marked for the Marines, one for a softshell division on the 212th, and the last for the unofficial blackops no one was supposed to know about.

“I thought you said the long-necks learned better than to separate you.”

Hex sighed and rubbed his eyebrows in perfect imitation of ori’vode everywhere, funny because Hex was the middle batcher, before he looked at Fox with exhaustion.

Fox perked up.

Hex wasn’t often exhausted. Not by administration shenanigans, anyway.

(By Fox? Always.)

“It was the trainers who did their assignments. Apparently Seventeen recommended all three of them for the Guard, and General Ti backed them, but the long-necks sided with the trainers.”

Fox hummed, scanning the document with keen eyes, tapping his smoothie cup again to get another burst of disbelief and natborn horror to lighten his mood again.

“Easy enough fix, I think. Who all has seen this?”

“No one. One of the medics I trained snuck this unofficial copy to me before it was official.” Hex sighed, leaning back in his special CMO chair and flipping an unused hypo in his hand in a delightful tick that Fox enjoyed watching.

(You could set clocks by the rate Hex flipped his hypos. The vod was like a metronome but better because it was lethal.)

“Hmmm. I assume you want them all here?” Always better to be sure than to get something hilariously incorrect. Even though Fox was rarely wrong.

“That would be ideal. Lex and I are used to covering their…aberrations.”

“Fun word choice.”

“Thanks. It’s not mine.”

Fox hummed and let his fingers fly through his comm, easily using the backdoor he set up into the trainer exclusive ‘net access and rearranging the next set of deployments with a few twitches of his fingers.

It wasn’t even slicing, it was that easy.

“Alright. They should be here in a tenday. I can’t say I’m not excited to see what the rest of Lex’s batch is like. Considering they’re just like that.”

“Why do you think I can put up with your osik so easily?” Hex deadpanned Fox.

Fox cackled.

“Go panic about your date with the troopers you want to kriff you stupid. I have hot vod shit to do.” Fox signed out to Hex sputtering about that not being the case, blah blah blah. Fox tuned him out.

Sadly, with the end of the comm came the end of Fox’s truly delicious caffeine smoothie, shame.

On the Brightside, it was now time for Fox to collect some more date for Back-up, his beloved. One second Fox was strolling through the ornate Senate hallways, the next he was in their plain vents and chatting with the mousedroids.

Truly a perfectly wonderful day.

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Fox was having the worst kriffing day.

In fact, he was seconds away from whipping out the Outer Rim curse words so he could even close to the amount of done he was right now.

Once again in shiny armor, once again accompanying some senators to clubs that they absolutely need an escort for, and once again wishing he could kill beings with his gaze alone.

The day started mostly fine, then there was no kaf to be found anywhere on base, and Hex actually didn’t have anything to do with it this time. Then the new deployment of troopers, including the rest of Hex and Lex’s batch, was delayed due to some osik about a kriffing Solar Storm (that’s not how those kriffing work, thank you, Fox was decanted yesterday).

Followed shortly by the announcement from the Chancellor that they were going to have to cut the Guard’s rations because of a poorly formed lie about the GAR needing it more, and the Guard didn’t see much action anyway. Also the med supplies. Hope you can make it work, Commander.

Fox absolutely could make it work, he just needed to whip out Back-up and he’d have a line of senators bending over backwards to get him what he wanted. But did Fox have time to do that?

No!

Because, once again, shady kriffing senators are requesting a single trooper escort of Fox’s kih’vod!

No!

So Fox was down in the bowels of Coruscant (smelling just as bad) and about to flip his kriffing bucket at the next stupid thing these senators tried to say and or do near him.

On the small bright side, there were only three this time, and two of them were otherwise engaged in flirting with female-presenting beings that were CLEARLY underage for their species. The third is in the fresher for some kriffing reason.

“Next time I’m just going to shoot them as soon as we get down here. Easy enough to cover that up in this criminal ridden cesspool.”

Fox was keeping an eye on the door while making promises to himself in the privacy of his muted external speakers when his day started to look up.

Because walking into the club was one Quinlan Vos.

Fox licked his lips.

This time the Jedi was wearing a backless top that only had fasteners around the neck and waist, leaving so much delicious skin bared to all and sundry. With his regular skin tight leggings, knee high leatheris boots and matching gloves. Gold dripped from his locs, ears, and enveloped his neck and upper arms.

Truly a sight to see.

Vos immediately caught sight of Fox, as hard as he wasn’t trying to hide in his shiny armor, and perked up as if he could tell that it was Fox.

Jedi osik.

He gave a little wave of his fingers before sauntering over to a syndicate head sitting not too far from Fox’s chosen position.

Fox elected to enjoy the impressive seduction of a stupid moronic criminal instead of keeping too close of an eye on his charges. What can he say, he’s a vod of simple pleasures.

That’s why he’s going to blame Vos as the reason why he didn’t notice the fresher senator suddenly appearing right next to him.

Their species was irrelevant, probably human-adjacent, but they were taller than Fox and decided to loom over Fox. Poor choice really.

Fox tuned out of whatever they were saying. Honestly, after one senator talked ­osik the rest kind of just filter right back out into space. No need to waste brain power. He had better things to think about.

At this moment? That was about the shiny Vos rescued from being outnumbered on one of the lower levels. With a smile even. Charge sent him holos because he was a good vod’ika. Vos looked good angrily protecting the Guard.

Perhaps that is also why Fox didn’t realize the danger until it was already acting.

The kriffing senator pulled off his bucket. And then had the audacity to startle at Fox’s appearance. He was a clone for kriff’s sake, they all look the same. (Fox had amber eyes and early greying hair, but he was still a vod, the basics were all the same anyway.)

Fox blinked at the senator and decided to tune back in to what was going on, twitching his fingers to bring forth the memory of Lex fixing his gloves with deft fingers and a repurposed piece of metal as a needle. The captain somehow got their hands on cortosis and so now Fox’s hands could temporarily short out lightsabers should he need to.

Anyway.

“…you really are far too handsome to be hiding behind this drab helmet all the time. I think you should accompany me this evening as more than a guard…an escort perhaps?” The sleemo dropped their voice like it was supposed to be sexy but it mostly made Fox think about the semi-sentient moss he found in the basement of HQ.

Fox didn’t bother to reply, just cocked his head and looked back over to Vos and his attempts at seduction.

Warm brown eyes met his own, only this time there was no spark of attraction or challenge or curiosity like the last time, when Fox cornered him after the stake out. Instead there was an indignant anger, blazing furiously, and a glare boring holes in the senator still looming over Fox.

A shiver raced down his spine at the look.

Who knew the Jedi could be even sexier than before? Illegal. (And not in the way Fox’s existence was illegal, more in the way that Fox didn’t want to be more attracted to the Kiffar than he already was. Asshole.)

Unfortunately, to make his bad day into a horrible one, the looming senator decided that the shiver was in reaction to him instead of Vos, unbelievable, and leant further into Fox’s space, daring to caress Fox’s cheek like he was allowed to touch.

Fox shuddered at the image of other vode in the same position he was in now, but frozen with fear where Fox was starting to bristle with indignation. They weren’t ranked, and most of them were Fox’s Corries. How fucking dare?

Before he could decide how to deal with this (his leading choice was a blaster bolt to the head like the aide who tried to touch his shiny, but this was a senator and that might be slightly more suspicious), the senator pressed their lips to Fox’s.

Fox blinked.

Then the senator was halfway across the club, groaning in pain from being slammed into the wall of the bar area.

An expanse of brown skin flooded Fox’s vision as the club grew quiet, several eyes alighting on Fox and his unexpected protector.

“I don’t believe they said you could do that, ser.” Vos’ voice was deep and growly and Fox didn’t think he could be more attracted to a being before.

Fox blinked again and the senator was back, yelling at Vos until they were red in the face, blotchy and uneven, and the other two senators stayed where they were with their under-aged companions.

Vos stayed unaffected in the face of the vitriol, staring blandly as the offending senator got more and more worked up. Fox located his helmet and put it back on, using his HUD to start slicing into the clubs security and other various systems to do what he wanted.

Just when it looked like Vos was gearing up to do whatever he did to get the senator across the club after they kissed Fox, he cut the power and scrambled the bare of holo footage there was.

There was floundering and screaming and Fox just took his opportunity, darting forward with a thin durasteel blade Forge had made for him from her last foray into the scrap levels, and slit it right across the senator’s throat.

Fox wasn’t going to let them live after daring to think they had the right to his lips, but kriff if it wasn’t hot to watch Vos, unnecessarily, come to his rescue. So Fox figured he could do the senator the favor of a quick death.

They didn’t even gurgle, just collapsed into the ground with a slump.

Thank the waters for dark-vision HUDs.

Fox flicked the lights back on.

Surprisingly, there was less screaming with a body on the floor with the lights on than with no body and the lights off.

Whatever.

Not his problem.

Fox nodded to Vos, who didn’t look surprised, but was looking Fox up and down with furrowed brows and a down turned mouth. That was a later problem.

“Senators, we’ll have to cut this trip short. I need to call a squad to come investigate the death of Senator…that guy. Please come with me to the lift.” Fox had already asked for Squad Gator when he cut the lights, and Sher said they were barely a minute out so he wasn’t concerned with closing the club down or any other procedures to secure the scene.

The two nodded looking vaguely wrong colored for their perspective races, but Fox generally wasn’t concerned with the health of natborns as a rule.

But he knew he had Back-up on them both so he could take the walk to the lifts to make sure they kept their filthy lying mouths shut about what happened right before the other senator was “assassinated”.

Fox ignored Vos and walked his two charges back the way they came only an hour ago.

His horrible day was already looking up.

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Vos did find him later, much to his pleasure.

The kriffer somehow managed to scale several floors to duck into Fox’s office via window with a well-practiced tuck and roll. Hot.

“Fast thinking back there, Commander Sexy.” Were the first words out of his mouth, the shabuir.

Fox just raised his eyebrows and smiled blandly, signing another form with a senator’s signature to approve a shipment of rations to the Guard.

Somehow not having a Jedi meant that Fox had to find other ways to get his Corries the supplies they needed. Easily doable when Fox had access to so many natborns who were very careless with their datawork.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, General.” Fox tapped his bare fingers along his repurposed desk, feelings of determination and desire for approval pinging in his brain.

(His kih’vode had found the desk for him while on patrol and fixed it up all nice and pretty. There were several spots all over it with nice memories, images, and feelings for Fox to invoke whenever he needed them.)

“I’ve been in my office all evening doing datawork.”

Vos laughed and flopped onto Fox’s beloved sentient eating couch, making a sinful groan of comfort and wiggling in to a more settled sprawl.

Fox licked his lips while Vos had his eyes closed.

Idly, he wondered what it would be like if he dragged Vos to the desk and rode him like an eopie, what kind of impression would that leave on the surface. Would Fox see bare expanses of brown skin? Would he feel the warmth of a body below his? The delicious fullness of being properly full?  

He licked his lips again, tongue slipping into his mouth just in time for Vos’ eyes to open lazily.

“I’m a Jedi, handsome. You might be able to fool the average natborn, but not a Jedi. Like I said the first time we met, a super nova hiding in the shadow of a large sun.” Vos drawled, stretching out not unlike a tooka before settling again.

“I see. Well I will neither confirm nor deny my involvement in whatever it is you may be asking about.” Fox grinned and laughed at the smoldering look Vos flicked at him.

“I don’t know if that makes you more or less attractive.” Vos grumbled and Fox giggled under his breath while signing an approval for the formation of a Massiff Squad. Hound would probably enjoy have a legal reason to bring his little herd of massiff puppies around the general public. Could be useful if trained the right way too.

“Mmm. Thank you for saving Kirk last Primeday.” Fox made sure to continue doing what he was doing even as he felt a pleased surprise start to invade his office. Stupid Jetii with their stupid Force osik.

“How are they doing? They were really upset when I dropped them off at the Guard Barracks.”

Fox smiled to himself.

“Better now. I had them reassigned to the prison and Stone is having a grand time with having a new protégé to follow him around like a quaduck. Kirk keeps pestering us when he’ll be able to thank you properly. It’s driving Spock nuts.”

Vos hummed happily and gave Fox a wide smile with closed eyes…and dimples?

“I’m glad he’s okay. Maybe I’ll swing by the prisons to check for myself, if that’s alright with you, Commander Competent.” Vos leered at Fox, but it was clearly done playfully and he couldn’t help but enjoy the twitch in his DC at the compliment. (A praise kink? Him? Who would have guessed.)

“If you can get in without any of my Guard seeing you then I don’t see a problem. More of a reason to assign them to awareness training. They need it.”

“Not everyone can be as vigilant as you, commander. Some of them like the little surprises in life.” Vos started to use his Force bathakark to float random detritus that Fox has hidden away like little treasures.

Luckily Back-up was always on his person and therefore immune to Vos’ Force shenanigans (allegedly).

Fox just enjoyed watching nimble fingers smoothly moving in the air as if Vos was playing some sort of keyed instrument. What else could he do with those fingers?

“Are you thinking dirty thoughts about me, Commander?”

“Maybe.” Fox purred, grinning when Vos faltered and dropped a flimsi weight on his head, turning to look at Fox with wide eyes. His pupils were so blown Fox could barely make out the pupil, and his qukuuf glittered beautifully in the office’s dim lightening.

It wasn’t new. Fox flirting with Vos, but he’s never been quite so forward about his sex related thoughts before. At least not with the topic of them. Thorn, if you listen to him, has heard too much about them.

Vos recovered admirably well, carefully lowering the rest of his toys and choosing to stare Fox down with his own dirty thoughts clear in the way Vos was looking at him.

Props to him, he stayed lounging on the couch, simply resituated to make it fairly obvious that his tight leggings were tenting.

Fox licked his lips.

A short growl came from Vos’ throat and he emphasized his growing problem with a thrust of his hips.

Yeah.

Fox wanted to equally bend Vos over his desk and ride him until he was incoherent.

But.

Just because Vos was being more open and friendlier with the vod’ike didn’t mean that Fox was ready to give in to his thoughts.

“And thank you for your assistance with my trooper in the club. It was unneeded but appreciated.”

In the span of a single snap, Vos’ stance went from horny and flirty to happy and jubilant, pants still obviously tented but easily ignored.

Interesting.

“Completely my pleasure, my darling Commander. The senator had it coming. Regardless of who was or wasn’t the one they were assaulting.”

Fox paused. Furrowed his brows. Cocked his head.

“Assaulting?”

Vos looked surprised.

“They kissed you without permission or consent. That’s assault.”

Fox pursed his lips and darted his gaze back to his datawork requesting more units for the security of the upcoming Senatorial Gala.

Units.

“Those laws don’t apply to us, General.”

Vos flinched as if he had been physically struck across the face.

“Clones are not considered sentient, more akin to blasters than the soldiers we actually are, at least in the eyes of the general public.”

“How the kriff aren’t you consider sentient? Every single one of you is so bright and vibrant and unique. You are obviously a People, connected by a shared culture and kriffing language! Who in the Force is denying you sentientship?”

Wow.

From horny to incensed with a single sentence. That had to be a first for Fox. In fact, the pleasant bulge in Vos’ pants had completely dissipated. A shame because Fox had enjoyed seeing a physical reaction of his flirting.

Pity.

Also.

Somehow, Vos managed to rocket his fuckability somehow even higher by getting so mad at imaginary beings calling Fox and his Vode non-sentient.

“You don’t pay very much attention to politics, do you, General Vos?” It was an honest question that somehow confused the haran out of the man on his couch. The confusion so thick it felt like Fox could take a decent bite out of it. (He wondered if it would taste good?)

“What does politics have to do with it?” Vos spat the word politics like it was a disgusting word and Fox had to laugh. Only he would somehow find the one Jedi who wasn’t up to date on the state of the Vode and their position as legal slaves. Even kriffing Guardian knew about it.

The poor Jedi was always so sad when Stone nonchalantly mentions their lack of sentiency. (Note to self: figure out what the kriff was going on with all that. Did Stone also have a crush/attraction to a Jedi? Could they BOND over this? Fox sure hoped so.)

“I suggest you look up the transcript of the Senate meeting that confirmed the existence of the GAR and the subsequent indoctrination of the Clones as their only troops save for a few natborns in positions of authority. If you really want a good read, look at the charter of regulations for clone troopers and the pyramid of authority.” Fox hummed, going back to his datawork as Vos started to understand the sheer gall of the Senators trying to pretend they’re better than slavers simply because they hide behind the question of if clones are considered sentient or not.

It’s not slavery if the beings in question aren’t beings.

Fox always liked to compare them to chattel. Born and bred to fight and die in a war they had no stakes in. It’s not like the Republic ever said the Vode would get their personhood at the end of the war. Not like the Separatists said they’d grant rights to cloned peoples if they won either.

Fox honestly didn’t give a kark who won the war. He just cared that his vode lived.

Vos nodded dully, flicking out his comm to send a message to someone about something before clearing his throat and refocusing on Fox.

“So how close am I to finally learning your name, Commander?” There was no quirky nickname this time. Pity.

“I guess you’ll just have to find out, General Vos.” Fox smiled at his companion before focusing more on his datawork and updated some of his Back-up as several Guard started to ping in updates from various patrols.

“I’ll just keep putting the work in. I don’t think I’ve been this curious about something in a long time, so you’re stuck with me, Commander.” Vos peeled off one of his gloves and rubbed his bare hand along the material, smiling to himself with every movement.

If it were Fox, he’d say the Jedi was seeing the memory of Thorn and Stone arguing over who needed to take Chief Dried Jogan Duty for the day and devolving into deciding via scuffle. (Stone won.) Or Kirk and Spock earnestly telling Fox about their new plan to help Stone quell riots via art therapy. Or maybe Fox himself working to some release after their last meeting.

The options were endless, but always positive. Negativity was not allowed on the Sentient-Eating Couch. Fox said so.

It was a nice way to pass the evening of a relatively horrible day.

He could get used to it.

[peachyyytea]

Dating Junkrat HCS GN! Reader

- he’s a terrible flirt, a super bad one that got you purely from how goofy he was the whole time

- prepare for spontaneous dates everytime he has a moment to spare

- he loves to do new things and explore little hole in the wall places with you, even if he’d never go back there again — he’s nosy

- he’s a big shopper frfr — spends money like he’s a millionaire, especially if it’s a tiny knick-knack

- likes making useless knick-knacks from spare parts in his workshop too, he makes sure they won’t explode when they’re for you though

- does puppy eyes at you when hes brok… pls buy him a boba…..… as a treat………

- dumpster diving is a date <3

- loves to hold hands — wants to hold your hand every second it’s free or fiddle with it when he’s listening to you

- the yapping does not cease unless he’s tinkering, and then it better be your turn to yap because he needs that background noise

- he needs noise or he’ll die

- be his personal yapper

- for free!

- loves to give surprise hugs and just throw his whole weight on you, be ready to catch a running rat

- kisses all day everyday — he loves a smooch although he’s often too needy to leave with just one :>

- surprise kisses leave him all flustered — unable to speak and just stares at you with a lovestruck grin, please give him more or he’ll keel over from withdrawal!!!

- cupping his face makes him melt — he’s putty in your hands

- loves to show you off and brag about you!

- jealous type in a cute way, will assert himself around people trying to get with you, not the type of jealous that goes through your phone — he trusts you, otherwise he wouldn’t be with ya

[wheezysoblivion]

Dating phw hcs~ nsfw/sfw

He’s a very unhinged lover

Percy often brings up ideas for you two to engage in when bored

Such as: dumpster diving, making voodoo dolls of one another, sex

Meeting Percy was a whole other story

You met while at a gas station, when you literally bumped into each others heads when grabbing the same energy drink

Percy = smitten

The relationship was taken quite slow at first, but once you guys were going out you never stopped

He is easily the more affection out of the two of you

Always needing you to be in his general vicinity, or just knowing that you’re in his apartment makes him all giddy n’ shit

It has been talked about that he fake fucks you when you bend over

But I have a twist, it turns into real sex cause he begins to grind on you which in return makes you wet and him hard

Also has been talked about, but licking you and biting you 😩

Not always in a sexual manner, but it can be that way, just licking you as a silly goofy way to have your dna on his tongue 🤷‍♀️

Dance parties are the most favored thing you guys do in your free time

Often tipsy, but that just makes it more fun

Hip shaking, tripping over feet, half-assed tricks

It can be romantic though

Slow dancing to strange songs the both of you have taken a liking to (ie: twilight- boa, exit music for a flim- radiohead, etc)

Takes the most random photos, like this one:

And this one:

Makes it more romantic IMO

Before you started dating, he invited you to hang out with his not-so-small friend group, and they INSTANTLY loved you

Move it Percy, you're their new bestie

I distinctly remember seeing him and Natalie in this one scene from the gifted when they locked hands, and I IMMEDIATELY took notice on how large his hands actually were

Which got me thinking... choking? Yes. Face holding? Absolutely. Hand comparison to make you blush? Damn right.

He knows you're obsessed with his hands, and he'll never let you live it down

When intimate, he tends to be more of a person who wants to take care of you more than you taking care of him

He's more turned on seeing the way your face looks when he's giving you pleasure, or teasing you, rather than receiving his own pleasure

Now, if you propose you blow him, he won't exactly turn it down, but he prefers giving way more than receiving, but me personally I’d be sucking his dick quite a bit (everyday)

Loves your ass, can't explain it. But if you are on the curvy side, or plus sized, you bet he's diving in there atleast twice a day.

When having sex, he prefers doggystyle, cowgirl, and spread eagle. Don't ask though

Back to the fluffier stuff

His parents love you, it's just being in your presence makes them appreciate the happiness you've brought their son

Won't hesitate to ridicule your ass if you hurt his beautiful soul, same with your parents if he plays with your feelings

You two were inseparable before dating, imagine how it is now that you’re together

You don’t even use the bathroom without each other, unless if you’re shitting

Leaves the biggest hickies, like fat circular ones right on your neck

Everyone knows that he fucks you

The hickies you give him are small, but much more frequent

Like tiny little bites and bruises around his nipple

Your most favorite spot to leave hickies is on the nape of his neck

Barely visible, they almost look like small bug bites

But they were made from raw love ❤️

If you have a more plump face like I do, then you bet he’s always licking, and kissing your cheek

It’s a force of habit, your cheeks are just so soft, and Percy just loved feeling his lips meet your smooth skin

He’s the mort to your king Julian, and vice-versa

Back to nsfw

Legit best at everything, ESPECIALLY fingering

The way he twists and curls his long digits inside you makes you cry out in pleasure, becoming so intense it leads you to sob

When he takes your panties and shoves them in your mouth as a way to keep you quiet cause everyone is sleeping

The amount of vigor in his tongue when he licks your clit could get to the center of a tootsie pop in two seconds

He relishes in the contorted look on your face when you cum, biting down harshly on your saliva dampened underwear, small salty tears running down your cheeks from the sheer intensity of your orgasm

Percy then begins to check up on you like a million times, “are you okay?” “Do you need anything, are you sure?”

Along with the numerous ‘I love you’s shared between cheek kisses

This relationship = what I want

[ellesnorthernstar]

RANDOM SCENARIOS I SCRIPTED IN MY DR. ♤

( disclaimer ; this is my alt history / alien dr. )

♠︎ this one elitist at a concert tried to get smart with me and i shut him down asap !!!

♠︎ getting to see my godfather fenriz for my 18th birthday for the second time since forever…

♠︎ getting stalked by the EFF BEE EYE. (LMAOOO)

♠︎ going back to my stupid ass ex because the character development. >>>>

♠︎ i went to WACKEN and went to many concerts/venues throughout the years. i even went to see some of my favorite bands.

♠︎ i would go dumpster diving back in hs and find cool stuff like vinyl records, earphones, money etc.

♠︎ quorthon ( YES THAT QUORTHON ) gifted my sister and i plushies and scandinavian artifacts before his passing. 🥹

♠︎ fenriz sent me a care package when i first entered college, full of norwegian snacks and even a picture of him and his wife.

♠︎ this guy dm’d me a song he made for me and then sent me a video lighting himself on fire… ( true story. )

♠︎ my mom would always rant about swedes. ( i love swedes. 💖 )

♠︎ i used to own a horse named layne and won multiple awards showing her. currently (as of now), she has passed.

♠︎ CRAWFISH SEASON… all day! everyday!

♠︎ for my 17th birthday, i went to the museum and played in the rain. so comforting. <333 for my 18th, i went to norway and serlerthas. my cart didn’t make it through sadly… #rippennifer

♠︎ the politician’s son gave me the american flag with MY face on it saying ‘AURA 2024’…. 😭😭

♠︎ i graduated high school early with a 4.7 gpa. ( yes this is possible… weighted gpa is a thing . )

♠︎ my first night at college, i accidentally caused the fire alarm to go off smoking too much. i didn’t get out and didn’t even get caught… 😭

♠︎ the way i almost got into many fights… this boy deadass thought i was a reptile. i was like “reptile WHO?” and he was acting so weird like a q-idiot. i told him off tho.

[milksnake-tea]

Continuation choo choo!

Mr. Yang is an enigma to you, but as far as you know he has the mind of a man who have experienced many loss and grief. He is a man with so much duty in his hands back in his universe, the Herrscher of Reason, Sovereign of Anti-Entropy, ever since he was a child he already had his life overriden by duty. But the express doesn't see his duty, they see Mr. Yang. He's kind and reliable, his wisdom may (or may not) exceed anyone in the express, he always find you coming to him, asking questions and he'd gladly go on about topics after topics. And if he stayed back, he'd receive messages of how you and the others are doing, and that brought a smile to his face.

To walk in the path of The Trailblaze is a lonely one - you come and you go - you make connections before you make another ones, with the possibility that you won't meet your past companions. Himeko is the heart of the Express, but even she can feel lonely. To be part of The Nameless one cannot form a bond too thick else you'd experience the pain of severing it, but she loves everyone nonetheless, she shares her knowledge with you and maybe learn a thing or two about the express' mechanisms, or you're daring enough to try her coffee and not sleep for a few days. But you'd always remember the day she opened her arms and take you in as part of thr express was the best chapter beginning of your life. You'd stay by her side, like a child accompanying their mother as she sets her eyes on the stars, you'd stay in the Express until it reached its final stop. The universe is big so why stop at one place?

You? Maybe you're someone that deeply loves the universe, or a curious scholar, someone with past regrets, a criminal, or you just walk the path of The Trailblaze because you have nowhere to go. For them that doesn't matter, you've done many things for the express. Wether it's helping Pom-Pom cleaning the cars or help with the Trailblaze missions, or be a friend. Caelus/Stelle loves how you'd go your way to have fun in any world they landed, maybe you both have caused some problems and dive into dumpsters to find interesting stuffs. Dan Heng could ramble about trivias from the Data Bank at any given moment if you want him to, he will fight and protect you during missions and you'd do the same for him. Taking a lot of pictures is a must go with March, you would have your poses ready the moment she unleashes her camera. She doesn't really have someone to chat to when she's bored, and you'd go to her room about how you made a weapon out of a Voidranger's remains or watch movies and maybe you guys scrapbook sometimes.

Trailblazer needs someone to remind them, they aren't alone. They have people to latch onto, a support to ground themselves as a host of a Stellaron. Dan Heng needs someone to remind him, he is loved and there is hope. He is Dan Heng, a person who's not weighted down by his past predecessors. March 7th needs someone to remind her, the unknown isn't as scary and people will be there for her if the void almost drown her. She needs something ahead of her, to see, to feel, to know that she exist, so everything won't be as scary. You need to remind yourself, the world is big, your past doesn't define you and you have people to move forward with, the kindness you offered wouldn't be left to waste and you don't have to face the unpredictability of what's to come alone. Everyday is a new adventure.

The Astral Express. The Nameless. You are the children of Akivili, traveling the universe and sing their name like the gears of the express resonating in the cosmos.

(I'm so normal about them [cries])

-🪽

🪽. 🪽. SHAKING YOU BY THE SHOULDERS BRO THE BRAIN YOU HAVE ????? ARE YOU OKAY DOES UR BACK HURT FROM CARRYING THAT HUMONGOUS THING BC WHAT THE GRRGGRRGRGGRGRGRGRGR SOBBING INTO THE FLOOR GOD I LOVE THE EXPRESS FAMILY SO MUCH ????? HIMEKO MY MOTHER I LOVE YOU i wont drink ur coffee bc maam i cant do black im sorry im weak BUT SOBS

no because ???? THEIR DYNAMIC YOU CAPTURED JUST ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFULLY HELLO ??? THE WAY THEY ALL JUST RELY ON EACH OTHER AND SUPPORT EACH OTHER AS THEY TRAVEL EVERYWHERE AND THEYRE NEVER ALONE AND AFHIJOWKHADFOJSNDISUJK

also "You are the children of Akivili" idk why but on god that is such a beautiful line ily

[myfckingnameisnuwanda]

CH.1 With Love to Mom

November 11, day 5.

Hi, mom.

I have decided to start writing this, since it seems like we will be here for longer than we had predicted.

I don’t know where I am, mom, and I don’t know how to go back. I’m sorry.

We have found a cabin, and the rest of the boys that are stuck here with me are currently sleeping on travel beds that one of them stole from their Other Family.

You don’t know them, because I hadn’t particularly interacted with them before That Day.

Sam, the one that got the beds, seems to have disconnected himself from reality. He laughs in the face of everything that has happened to us up until now, and is happy everyday at the fact that we are currently missing school.

Felix is quiet, but takes an authoritative tone and displays options for us everytime we find ourselves between sword and wall. He is the one that found the abandoned cabin, and the one that put on the big pants and directly took us dumpster diving after the second day we had gone without food, ignoring all protests.

And Jake is mad. Almost constantly. He scares me, sometimes. Not because I think he will hurt me, but because I think he will hurt himself. I may have thought differently before That Day, but now I'm exposed to these guys twenty-four seven. It's impossible not to know them better by now.

I’m glad they are here with me, because I really really don’t know what I’d have done had I been alone.

This place is so strange, mom. And it’s not because it’s completely different to our world, as this place is remarkably similar (it follows the same physics, natural and biological laws, as far as I can tell, and has the same historical events as us, including the Wars, the Plague, the Dinosaurs, the Great Oxygenation Event, etc...), but because the only difference at all that I can see is that we don’t exist.

We were never born.

Jake’s mother is a real estate agent, not working two jobs at the same time as a cleaner and a waitress. She is also married to our teacher, Brian Bates. They seem very happy, too. His father is a police officer here, not an unemployed man that can’t even pay child support. I think Jake’s ire and fear mostly come from all that mess. I can’t imagine I’d be happy, either. The implication of what his birth did to his parents is not lost on any of us.

Felix is also having a hard time in that regard. His family seems mostly the same, except for one big detail. As he was never born, his brother, Oscar, never suffered the accident that took away his ability to walk. Sometimes, he says things that make me think he doesn’t even want to go back to our world, that he just wants to stay and be this Oscar’s older brother figure. His own existence be damned.

Sam and I don’t have it quite as bad, comparatively.

Sam’s problem, I’d say, is exactly the opposite of the rest of us, actually. His family is exactly the same, in every aspect. He just got replaced by a different Sam, that these people call Sammy. I asked him his birth date, and he told me that it was August 5th. Sam’s birthday is February 1st. They are different people. The only reason I assume they have the same name and similar age, is because Sam’s parents wanted to have another child, and planned to have him accordingly.

Which brings questions about the rest of us, to be honest.

Well, I guess Jake is not a surprise, but I have some questions for you for if when we come back, mom.

Our family... is mostly the same. You, dad and Nai Nai are the same people I know, with the difference that they don’t know me.

I was even able to explain our situation to the Other Father, appealing to his scientific curiosity. We regularly eat food at the restaurant. Sam likes the chicken feet.

Vivian... it’s obvious my existence made a big impact on her. She is a punk, mom (Felix taught me the term when I asked him after describing the clothing and confirmed when he saw it himself). Dresses in what I would have thought you would consider scandalous (and she even uses makeup and hair extensions!), but the Other Mother verily even says anything. I don’t know if it’s because she is used to it. I guess the difference between an only daughter and an older sister is bigger than I’d imagined.

It’s getting late, but writing this has already made me feel better about everything, and closer to you.

I miss you, mom. I miss my dad, my sister and my grandmother. I miss my world.

I hope I’ll see you soon.

With love, to mom,

Andy.

<- Summary

Ch.1-Ch.2 In Betweens ->

[whaleji]

girlblogging like kafka; entry 1

nice weather in Istanbul. refreshing. visited the cistern basilica. lunch was delicious. I hate the feeling of men's eyes hovering over me like i'm food, ready to jump, only stopping themselves not out of respect for my existence and individuality, for the soul that's withheld within my jail of a body, but merely because my father is walking by my side. he could be anyone ; an uncle, a grandfather, a teacher, a lover, a brother ; he could be anyone, and yet they'd still stop no matter what, not because they see some things in me aside from my boobs and my face, not because they feel the shy shape of opinions and hobbies and drives behind my skull, or a purpose to my being on earth besides the role of a pleaser, no. no, they stop because of the knowledge that his being of the male sex and me of the female one makes me property. his property. and overstepping property would be uncouth, wouldn't it ? it wouldn't do. and so they limit themselves to wandering stares and disgusting smiles. smiles the opposite from angel's smiles in renaissance paintings, smiles full of vices and thoughts of violence. smiles twisted and tainted of superiority, smiles i want to violently peel from their faces and run over with my bare feet, smiles that make my blood boil and make me think of all those years being subtly told to allow men. to allow them my thoughts, my body, my life. to allow them everything by denying it to myself. strolled in a park for a while. was nice. read a bit. it was "les justes" by Camus. very interesting. 65 pages in as of now. explores themes of political commitment and insurrection. i'm feeling overwhelmed by being in my parents' constant presence for days after living by myself for a year now. i'm feeling suffocated. claustrophobic. inside and outside alike. listening to lana and mitski is what's helping the most, no matter how cliché. i see a lot of cats on the streets ever since we arrived in Turkey. i want to kidnap them all. i feel so bad for them, straying all day long, not knowing where to go, where they belong, fed only based on the rare acts of kindness of passing strangers and locals. the same goes for dogs, and people. it breaks my heart to see a homeless man dumpster dive while i pass by with the shameful knowledge that i eat more than i need in a day ever since i arrived. i fear the future. ten years from now and tomorrow alike. i want to get a job and then again i don't, not really. i've already worked before, and i know the feeling will subside, but i feel it still. i feel it at a very deep point within myself, always chasing it with a broom, trying to sweep it from my system. it's a bone crushing feeling that leaves me blank in the head and my heart hurting. it's the reason why i try to push back the time I get out of bed in the morning, fleeing responsibilities in the shape of friends and clocks and the sound of traffic. it's the reason why i withdraw inside myself at times, with the childish thought that my body disappears along with my consciousness, like a child that believes she's become invisible to others by closing her eyes. it feels like the issue here is that i'm like a self destructing piece of paper, a page that goes blank everyday, no matter how much you write in it. what's in the past remains in the past, i don't learn from my mistakes. it also has perks, like me being able to enjoy my favorite materials, books and movies alike, like i never experienced them in the first place. music is different. music i feel in my bones, and so it sticks. it never leaves my body. the same goes for literature and cinematography, but what i remember are feelings, nothing about the plot or content. i remember an experience rather than words on paper. rereading a favorite book feels like greeting an old friend. i'm filled with the memory of old feelings as they mingle among the new, confronting me to the person i was last time i read it. it gives me a singular glimpse into what i was, what i am, what i may become. today was hectic, but then again when is it not ?

[amorest-viesse]

[LOST GARDEN -Shin-] - Chapter 6

Characters: Shin, Air

[Blue Sky]

[Several Months Later]

[Red South Alley - Day]

Burger Shop Employee: You’re back again.

Shin: I want a hammy burger please ♪

Air: Shin…

Burger Shop Employee: Didn’t I give you one just two days ago? …But I suppose you can have another.

Burger Shop Employee: Alright, here’s two cheeseburgers.

Shin: Hooray! Thanks, missus ♪

Air: We’re sorry for coming so often… It’s been getting more difficult to find food lately…

Burger Shop Employee: Ah that’s right. They recently upgraded the garbage disposal system.

Burger Shop Employee: Now when you throw trash away, it gets processed immediately.

Burger Shop Employee: It really saves time from having to empty each dumpster one by one. That’s New Million for you, but I suppose it creates another problem for you guys.

Air: So that’s what’s going on…

Shin: It’s good that we won’t have to dig through trash anymore, right?

Air: That… doesn’t solve any of our problems though…

Shin: Don’t worry! We can just eat hammy burgers everyday from now on!

Burger Shop Employee: I’m sorry to have to say this, but I’m actually breaking the rules to do this. If my manager catches me, I’ll get fired.

Shin: Fired? What does that mean?

Air: We’re so sorry. We don’t mean to cause trouble…

Burger Shop Employee: Aw, you didn’t do anything wrong… Ah, I have an idea. There are probably still dumpsters outside of the downtown area.

Burger Shop Employee: I heard they were only cleaning up the scenery for tourists…

♡♥♡

[Red South Outskirts - Day]

Air: Look! There’s really trash here!

*[Rummaging]*

Shin: Aw man… I guess we’re back to dumpster diving…

Air: You’re hungry too, aren’t you? This is our only choice.

Shin: I know…

*[Slam]*

Angry Voice: Hey, quit it…! Get yer hands off me!

Broad-Shouldered Man: Your ass is banned from here. I better not catch sight of yer mug ‘round here again.

Injured Man: Fuck that! I’m the reason you make any bank at all! You need me!

Broad-Shouldered Man: Shut the hell up. You know what’ll happen if we make a scene out here, right?

*[Slam]*

Injured Man: Hmph…

Shin: Whoa… That guy only has pants on… And he’s all beat up too.

Air: That’s enough, Shin. Don’t make any eye contact.

Shin: Why not?

Injured Man: Tch… What are you brats lookin’ at?

Air: …Because of that.

Injured Man: What didja say about me, huh? You makin’ fun of me?

Shin: A- Air…

Injured Man: Whatever ya said, say it to my face! Kid or not, I’ll make ya pay for it!

Air: Shin! Get behind the dumpster!

Injured Man: I’m plenty strong! Plenty!!

*[Swings]*

Air: Ngh…

Injured Man: Get back here, punk!

*[Swings]*

Injured Man: Damn! Missed!

Air: I’m over here.

Injured Man: Take this!

Air: Hmph…

*[Punch]*

Injured Man: Augh!

Air: Hah!

*[Punch]

Injured Man: Hrrk…!?

*[Collapses]*

Air: Shin! Let’s get outta here!

Shin: Y- Yeah!

Man’s Voice: Oi, hold on you two.

Air & Shin: !?

Broad-Shouldered Man: C’mere for a sec. Y’all can come on in.

[Fight Club Interior]

*[Punches]*

*[Audience Cheering]*

Air: …What is this place?

Broad-Shouldered Man: The first floor’s a bar, but the basement is where the real action’s at: we hold fights down here.

Broad-Shouldered Man: This establishment’s known as “6-Feet Matches”. It’s been real popular with the roughnecks around here lately… Ever heard of it?

Guest: Get him! Knock ‘im down! I’m bettin’ a fortune on ya!

Broad-Shouldered Man: And that’s where we make the money. The real thrill ain’t the fights, but the bettin’ and waitin’ to see who wins.

Shin: So this is where that gross guy came from…

Broad-Shouldered Man: He was a good fighter, but he had a nasty temper and was a pain to deal with. He’d get into fights with the guests too, so I had to drop him.

Air: …So what are we here for?

Broad-Shouldered Man: Haha, I’m glad you asked. I’ll cut to the chase and just ask ya straight: how wouldja like to be a part of “6-Feet Matches”?

Air: Huh…

Broad-Shouldered Man: I saw ya fightin’ earlier, and you’ve got a real knack for it. Not everyone can knock a man flat with a kick to his shin and a hit in the groin.

Guest: Whoa there, yer puttin’ kids in the ring? Ain’t that goin’ too far?

Broad-Shouldered Man: Trust me, I’ve got an eye for these things. Not only does he have talent, he’s got a sense for fighting. I don’t think there’s anyone stronger than him here.

Guest: You sure ‘bout this? These guys can get pretty wild, who knows what they’ll do to the kid?

Broad-Shouldered Man: It’ll be fine. You can take ‘em right?

Air: I- I…

Broad-Shouldered Man: ‘Course I ain’t askin’ ya to work for free. You kids were diggin’ through the trash earlier, right? If yer hungry, you can eat as much as ya want here.

Broad-Shouldered Man: Plus if ya win the match, naturally you’ll get the rewards too. Sound like a deal?

Air: …

Shin: Hey Air… Let’s go home… I don’t like it here.

Broad-Shouldered Man: Is that your little brother? Don’t ya wanna put food on the table for him?

Air: …

Shin: …Air?

< Index >

[astrxlfinale]

Hey caelus...did you know theres an official game where you can dumpster dive to get a trash lid as a hat? Recently they updated and now theres a 5% chance of getting a trash catalogue!?

"And that is where an official point is being challenged." He abruptly adds in, pointing towards this masked conversationalist.

"Is it truly trash if they're treating it like a treasure? How is it 5% when the main angle should be that it's 200%, all the rare equips being at those hellishly low percentages instead!?"

To think there would be a video game where the fabled waste of the lands was transformed into treasure. To think there could potentially be a climate of competition over it, to have a once everyday luxury be changed into grounds it was never destined to be.

For a change! This is why Caelus looks skeptical.

"I'll do ya one better. If the sacred calling to bond with my shining, silver allies ever come to head. I'll go outside. The one place where you can find them in troves, ignored, but never forgotten while I got my ol fashioned say so about this!"

[thegreatfraud]

Oh that snarl not good. Huey already knows if the giant wanna get violent Huey have nothing that can stop him. There nothing stopping War from man handling Huey. Break his fools gold watch and easily expose him to the mob.

Get a actual job huh. He remembers going straight before. Living a honest 9-5, making normal friends and falling in love with a girl. He once swore he wasn't just gonna be Ponzi and a trickster like his brother. Where did that got him in the end?

God your such a fools Huey. You think i actually cared about someone as bland as you?

"Because i'm bloody good at what i do. Because i did the song and dance of being a normal person and you know what happen to normal blokes? Just boring everyday man who tried there best to live? To be happy in a world where everything run on money? They get spit out by sharks and shit out. Everyone using someone. Here the thing big red. What i provide these people here are entertainment. Sure it's foundation are lies. The rewards a total sham. But you see the kids? The old people watching? It's a distraction from what this city do to them every week. What i take from them is chump change enough for a salad or a sandwich. I'm a professional who been doing this since i can walk. Do you prefer them be on the TV then? The phone? The friends and family they wouldn't get back because they ain't special like us? If you worry about me going to far then i swear. I swear on my brother name i don't take more then people could afford. I'm just here to give them a show big man."

There no....fear in his eyes. The topic about living a honest life seem to touch a nerve on Huey as Huey swearing to his brother also lacked his usuals false hood. Huey adjust his tie a little. The seriousness in his eyes disappear as he let himself relax.

"Yes yes i know. How can you trust a conman like me? I tell you where i live. And if you find any of them been defrauded more then they should. You know where to find me. Fair? The name Huey and it's room 411. I honestly just needed money for my pants. They somehow teleported me here without pants and i kinda been dumpster diving for the last few days... "

Huey offer his hand out to shake. He knows there DOZEN of thing could go wrong. But big red here already proven he not the type to easily buy his weaker bluffs so....using honesty as a weapon.

War leaned down as he was requested, and he listened to the little man's rambling. The attitude that he was receiving wasn't appreciated, which caused him to curl up his lip slightly in a snarl. However, a point had been made here. The horseman understood.

There was nothing in his duty that would cause him to interfere with this situation. For all intent and purpose, he was beyond it. Nothing ego driven about that fact. Some mortal issues would remain as such.

....

However, something was still bothering the horseman. War grabbed the little man's shirt and pulled him slightly; just slightly, to quip back in his own harsh whisper: "Why don't you get a job? You're not the only one who was thrust into this situation without a penny to spare."

[peakytoms]

me @tommy shelby

[fetish4juggalos]

The saywer twins clothing/closet headcannons

If you have any requests for content/headcannons please lemme know

Ik I normally do all the brothers but some twin content shouldn't hurt

These headcannons are for tcsm1 and tcsm2 and are only based off those movies

Also decided to add gifs as a fun touch so enjoy:)

Apologies for spelling and grammar mistakes

Chop top

Doesn't go shopping or buys clothes

Alot of his closet is 2nd hand clothing that hes either found dumpster diving or some clothes off victims that have caught his eye

Probably has some hammie downs from drayton that are way oversized bc bobby is very skinny compared to the other sawyers

Hammie downs include button up shirts, baggie pants, old work clothes ect.

Makes pins for his satchel bag out of old bottle caps and safety pins

There is no such thing as "letting go" of clothes if they have holes in them then he'll just sloppily sew a patch of fabric over the holes

Hate to break it to you but probably wears the same draws over and over again without wash.....😬

Mix match socks that also have holes in them

Likes to collect stuff such as fun glasses, pins, rings, bandanas, buttons, keychains, ect. to add to his everyday wear

Nubbins

He has an very interesting closet and when I say interesting I mean he could share the same closet as shaggy from scooby doo

All jokes aside though nubbins's closet is very minimalistic as far as clothes go

Solid colored shirts that are normally dull/dark toned colors, baggy jeans, some cargo shorts during the summer, and khakis for the most part

Hes spends most of his time outside so his clothes tend to be dirty majority of the time

Wears his rode kill bag most everywhere he goes and while its sloppily made it does get its job done

Also probably doesn't wash his clothes or changes often

Also owns hammie downs from drayton and though hes more filled in than chop top they still run big on his body

Sometimes takes clothes out of draytons closet just to piss him off. Draytons pants dont fit? He'll throw a belt on and call it a day

He has holes in his clothes too but doesn't fix them if you think chops patch work is sloppy then you dont even wanna see nubbins with a needle

Used to have some necklaces like some old dog tags and stuff but he either lost them or they sit somewhere in the mess that he calls his room

[the-writing-mobster]

Dating Midas Moore HCs ~

⚜️ Gender Neutral 🐍

sfw, send me an ask if you want an nsfw version — I'm happy to deliver.

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- Most people are too scared of him to actually see past the spikes, snakes, petrifying gaze and wild card veneer; but you did. For that he deeply cherishes you.

- Midas WILL tease you relentlessly, but you're always quick to snap back your own sharp witted joke. He lives for your banter.

- He shoplifts makeup, clothes or jewelry for you. He's like a little stray cat who shows his love by bringing you stolen trinkets.

- He's both touch starved and touch repulsed, so it took him awhile to warm up to getting physical, but his trust in you is so deep now that he will frequently lay his head in your lap and allow himself to relax.

- His favorite thing is when you caress his snake hair. It's extremely calming for him, and the fact you're not scared to do so means a lot to him.

- He um... He bites and licks you a lot? His snake hair gives little nibbles to your neck. You'll be laying with him and he'll just nom your stomach. It's never when you expect it and he thinks it's really funny.

- You buy him new sunglasses whenever you can. He always loves them and showers you with gratitude, and he will wear those glasses everyday until you buy him a NEW pair to wear everyday.

- Your dates consist of dumpster diving, exploring the city to find cool new hang outs, or going to arcades to duke it out over Battlestar Galactica.

- Once he taught you how to make a Molotov cocktail which is always a... useful skill to have...

- He's a bit unhinged and 100% a rabid raccoon in disguise but you wouldn't change a single thing about him.

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[yourgayfroggiefriend]

YESSSSS I LOVE EXPLAINING THINGS!!

Okay, so it’s a modern(?) AU where the mites are the local cryptids. They’re homeless, and have been since they were kids (the age of the genocide in canon). They lived in a group home as they were all orphans, but spacepunk convinced the mites to run away with him and live in the woods and be superhero’s. Long story short they did. (There is also an alternate version where they are illigal imagrings from a war torn country and don’t legally exist in the US. They can’t be found because they’d get deported.) They live in the woods in a sick ass treehouse they built and think of themselfs as comicbok heros, and do dumb shit all the time. The steal stuff from everywhere and dumpster dive a ton. They are all around chaotic and no one knows who they are. The police want them.

Milady runs a fan blog about them, and is absolutely obsessed with the local cryptic gang. This blog is co-run by Sup sup (After all, who would expect a fan blog to be run by the subject?). Milady posts dumb simp rambles and constantly try’s to get cool pictures of them and sites what they are up to lately. Sup sup posts extreamly poor quality selfies. Milady also is really weird in other ways, for example, she likes to go to the graveyard everyday after hours and dreams of being a mortition.

Shak graa is the local creepy guy who everyone knows does ilegal shit but no one can prove. He lives in a big mansion near the woods that the starmites live in. He 100% does weird shit, and definitely kills people. (In the alternate version he either is or reminds the mites of the guy who leadthe attack on the place they lived and got everyone they knew and loved killed.)

The mites have declared Shak graa their nemesis and constantly try to prove he’s doing said illigal shit but he or them always narrowly escape. Shananagins. Shak graa would like to know who these feral creatures are and why they keep breaking into his house.

One day, Mr. Father (our proformance’s Mother) gets sick of his daughters shit and basicly tells her to go touch grass. Milady grumbles and goes on a broody walk in the middle of the night (taking pepper spray, as Father insists) (she doesn’t need it though, nothing ever happens!)

She gets kidnapped.

Spacepunk breaks into Shak graas house as he’s monologing to a tied up milady. The interaction goes as follows:

Spacepunk: !!!!!! HEY! THATS ILEGAL!

Shak graa: ???? YOU BROKE INTO MY HOUSE ????

Spacepunk: KIDNAPPING’S WORSE!

They proceed to fight and spacepunk gets his shit rocked. In the chaos milady gets free and pepper sprays Shak graa, giving them a chance to run.

They escape, blah blah blah stuff happens I forget.

Anyway, Banshee time.

Diva is the owner of the morgue, and the banshees are her polycule that either work there or like to hang out there. She wants Bizarbra to take on the family business and be the head mortition because she’s getting old and is going to retire soon.

Bizarbra just wants to be normal and be a teacher or something.

The mites wild and wacky adventures eventually lead them to the cemitary, where they get found by the banshees. They take them back to the main building because they were trespassing, and Diva does A Thing. She basicly says “look, you have two options. 1, I turn you over to the police. 2, you marry my daughter.” He REALLY does not want to as he is a simp for milady, and he refuses.

Plot happens but with a makeup montage and taking off of the glassesᵀᴹ instead of magic. Spacepunk is faceblind and agrees.

Plot happens, they get married, Shak graa shows up and reaks havok, and milady pepper sprays him again after he beats the shit out of specepunk.

You may be wondering why diva would want them to get married at all, but trust me, there’s a reason.

All of a sudden, a police car shows up and they arrest Shak graa. As it turns out, the entire wedding was a planned thing by the mayor to catch Shak graa and arrest him. They needed spacepunk because they knew he absolutely hated the little shit and knew he’d show up if he was there. The marriage wasn’t real, it’s not even a little bit leagally binding.

The mayor, Oragala, shows up and explains all of this in a big monologue. Spacepunk is still on the floor because he got beat the fuck up. Oragalla goes onto explain that a while ago she maaaaaay have fucked up and switched two baby’s at birth because she was high as a kite at work (she used to be a nurse before she became mayor) and those kids just so happened to be them. She offers to alter some ID so that they can switch places if they want, and also offers to give the mites legal documents and forgive them for all the chaos as a thank you for helping take down the criminal who kept kidnapping the local elementary school population. (And also a sorry for spacepunk getting beat the fuck up)

They jump at the chance and they switch lives. Diva is happy to have someone take over, Mr father is happy the touching grass worked and his kids a normal person. The mites get to live with milady and the banshees, and do normal teenage chaos instead of dealing with kidnappers and murderers. Milady is happy and living her best life being a weirdo and spurpunded by the people she obsesses over with her dream job infront of her, and Bizarbra so releaved she doesn’t have to deal with embalming fluids or proforming disections.

And they all live happily ever after :]

More starmites sketches.

Kay, so. The 4 panel comic is a lmk reference. Then the mites, then the mites but baby, then an au that I'm sure @yourgayfroggiefriend would love to type out and explain fully...

[max-xy]

MBAV script

Me + face claim:

Name: Max Marie Becerra

Species: Human but is the reincarnation of a witch that was killed in the 1600s. Also a “healer”

Aesthetic: kidcore, clowncore, grunge fairycore, y2k, 80’s, etc..

Age: 15 (May 1st, 1995)

Gender: non-binary (he/they/it/she/void/moth)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Hair: green

Eyes: Hazel

Height: 5’2

Teeth: straight, sharp canines

Diagnosis: ADHD, depression, and GAD(again I have these diagnosis irl)

Personality:

•Same as CR

•Goofy

•Compassionate

•Great at comforting others

•Funny

•Lovable

•sarcastic but doesn’t understand sarcasm

•Adorable

•Sassy

•Kinda oblivious

•Awkward in a cute way

•Easily flustered

•Sometimes a flirt

•Easy to get along with

•Able to stand up for others but not myself

•Tends to put my problems aside for others

•No one really knows about my problems unless they pry it out of me

•Strong Empath

•Hates crying in front of others(it makes me feel weak)

•Not quick to anger

•Will start singing randomly

•Stims a lot

•Tics

•hums a lot

•Able to react fast and is agile

•Can fight and improvise very easily

•Very strong (physically) even though I don’t look like it

•I know how to use a wide variety of weapons

•I can get information out of people easily

•I can be very stealthy when I want too

•Great at picking up others conscious and subconscious behaviors

•I pick up things easily

•Most people like me even if they just met me

•Knows a lot about mythology, philosophy, psychology, sociology, and ethics.

School: good grades, school comes easy to me, and staff likes me

Friends:

Ethan- met in 1st grade when a bully pushed him off the swing and I went to help him. Didn’t like me much because “I could defend myself”. Warmed up to me after I befriended Rory and Benny. He/him, unlabeled and definitely not straight. Acts like the tired friend but is as much to blame for the dumbassery and chaos.

Benny- Met in 1st. Non-binary, He/they, disaster bisexual. Doesn’t even try to pretend he isn’t a dumbass at this point. I confide in him the most.

Rory- Met in 1st. Non-binary, they/he/she/vam/vamp/vamps/vampself, and Panromantic/asexual disaster. If left alone together chaos will strike. Actually some what good at keeping a secret but don’t trust them with everything. Good with pep talks and advice.

Sarah- met in a Dusk fan club meeting in 8th grade. Kinda became friends and exchanged numbers. We later became friends through Ethan. Mom friend. Dating Erica. She/her Bisexual

Erica- met at the same meeting. Exchanged numbers. She tolerates me more than Benny, Ethan, or Rory. Pretends like she doesn’t. Dating Sarah. She/they, trans, lesbian. Will fight someone for you.

Jane- acts as my little sister. She/her, straight?.

All- We do movie nights at least once a month at Ethans house. Erica complains most of the time saying that Sarah dragged her along but she secretly likes going. We switch off on who picks the movie. Erica always picks a Dusk film. Tons of snacks for everyone. We let Jane stay up with us during movie nights.

Love life-

Ethan & Benny- we all have crushes on each other but scared to admit it because we don’t wanna mess up our friendship.

Oh yeah no one is Neurotypical(did I spell that right?)

Family:

Older sister(left)- Bones Becerra, she/they/xe, 19 years old, trans, lesbian. Lives at home while attending a public college for art studies, history, and literature. Small group of friends. Personality: chill, ADHD, doesn’t do good under pressure, tries to understand your situation, sleeps for 4 hours everyday, loves 70s and 80s movies, That 70’s Show and Sailor Moon are comfort shows, bites her lips a lot, bad with comforting people, that drunk girl that will help you in the bathroom and told your hair back while you puke, shows love by doing things for you or picking on you, and loves playing cards.

younger brother (right)- William Becerra, he/him, 10 years old, questioning. Personality: ADHD, loves video games, very hyperactive, has many fursonas, dresses up as animals, wears makeup and stickers, has vitiligo, has a Dino mask, loves dresses and skirts, raised on Disney, FNAF, Good Mythical Morning, and Discord, extroverted, big friend group but 2 close friends, good at public speaking, hates pizza, has a pet hamster and a lizard. Stims a lot.

Mother(left)- Elizabeth Becerra, she/her, 39 years old, lesbian. Married at 19 years old to high school sweetheart, first child(age 20, in 1991) second child(age 24, in 1995) third child(age 29, in 2000). Later figured out she was lesbian so filed for divorce and got full custody of all children. Has been dating Jessica for two years. Personality: Full on Disney adult, plans two or three trips to Disneyland a year, makes you comfort food when your sick, took parenting courses, always there to listen or offer support, you have friends? Great she adopted them, works as a children therapist, lets you take mental health days, helps with projects, loves watching crime documentaries and shows, will rant about her childhood, ADHD, will tell you how dispose of a body and hide evidence, believes in the supernatural, does tarot readings, and practices witch craft.

Moms girlfriend(right)- Jessica Miller, they/she, 37, non-binary, lesbian. They have no biological children but has adopted Lizzie’s children as their own. Runs their own online business were they sell their art, deco adult pacifiers, and old things they find while thrifting or dumpster diving. They have a studio set up in the house. Personality: they loves cooking, ASD, doing art, they don’t exactly know how to respond to emotions, their special interest is art and collecting stuffed animals, she is an age regressor, will rant about their favorite show or what new piece they’re working on, projects onto fictional characters(same), watches anime and cartoons, and recently got into FNAF because of William. Has a pet cat named Luz after Luz from The Owl House.