#look at their eyes they both look like theyre dead inside

[it-meant-nothing]

The (multiverse) Maximoff twins as real life murderers with blonde hair and retro glasses

[ddejavvu]

Can i request a hot interrogator but w spencer😭😭and he recognizes her symptoms of attraction and theyre both just so awkward and derek or someone else has to come in and save him

i deviated from your plotline just a teensy tiny bit and it's not as focused on how they both can read her but it is mentioned! i hope that's alright <3 also i did tag this with morgan's name because towards the end he's teasing her just as much and i'd fall to my knees for him in an instant so i think that's fair

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You give yourself away immediately with your reaction to seeing Spencer walk in. You don't know it, but the doctor has been watching your demeanor for five minutes on the other side of the glass, and only when your eyes met his own did you become tense.

Before you'd been almost bored, but not in the overconfident way that criminals often are. You were more restlessly bored, drumming your fingers on the table and peering intently at the graffiti etched into the metal surface.

When he steps inside you straighten to greet him, but words fail you as your throat runs dry. The most handsome man you've ever seen, something straight out of a romance novel steps into the room, and something thuds to the pit of your stomach.

You're not guilty but you feel it, you feel like a criminal under his scrutinizing gaze.

"Hello, Y/N," He offers, smiling measuredly at you, "I'm Doctor Spencer Reid, I'm here to question you on what you might have witnessed earlier."

You'd been in a gas station during an armed robbery. The robber hadn't shot you, but that was only for time's sake, as putting a bullet through your chest would have taken away valuable seconds that he chose instead to use rushing out the back door and away from the sirens out front.

You'd been at the business end of a gun, but still you're more panicked now, hands lowering themselves into your lap when they show signs of trembling.

"Can you remember what the shooter looked like?" He asks.

Brown hair.

"He had brown hair," You speak for the first time since the agent's entry.

No he didn't.

He had blonde hair. The man in front of you has brown hair, tucked behind his ears endearingly.

"Or- uh, blonde. He was blonde."

"Blonde hair," He nods encouragingly, his lips a warm pinkish shade as he sits down across from you, "That's good. Do you remember how tall he was?"

Spencer is tall. He's tall even when seated, like he is now, his stature surely intimidating when compared to your own, and you blink the thought away, trying to recall where on the shelf beside him the man's shoulder had come up to.

"He was a little taller than the shelves," You recall, keeping your eyes on a rather crude word etched into the metal tabletop to keep yourself from ogling Dr. Reid, "Maybe 6'1."

"Alright, good." Spencer praises, and you feel your limbs actually melting, surely mush by now. He hesitates, placing his hands atop the cool desktop, "Y/N, I'd like to do a cognitive interview with you."

You wait for further explanation, but when it comes, you guiltily wish you had been killed earlier. Because if you were dead Doctor Spencer Reid wouldn't take your hands in his own, and tell you to close your eyes in a smooth, low voice.

"I want you to put yourself back there," He prompts, squeezing your hands gently, "But I'm right here. I know you must have been scared in the moment, but I need you to help us with this, and try to remember what his face looked like. Can you do that?"

You can't muster words, but you nod, and evidently Spencer's eyes are open to catch it. He squeezes your hands again, "Alright. You're standing in the gas station. You're getting breakfast before work. You hear shouting, then a gunshot. Where do you look?"

You look at the backs of your eyelids, desperately willing away the mental image of Spencer Reid's face.

"What do you do?"

You pray that he's not a mind-reader, that he can't hear the words 'adorable' and 'terrifying' and 'perfect' all at once.

"Y/N," He prompts, after a moment of your silence, "What do you do?"

"I can't-" Your eyes snap open, and you wrench your hands out of his grasp, "I'm- I'm sorry, I can't do this."

Spencer's hands come out to hover in front of him, a placating gesture but one that doesn't work.

"Okay, that's alright. But please- sit down," He watches warily as you stand, heading for the door like you're exiting a cafe and not a secure government facility, "Y/N, I need to ask you a few more questions-"

"Woah there," The door opens before you can reach it, but the man that shoulders his way through shows no sign of letting you out. He's tall, darker-skinned than Spencer, and broad chested, something you really don't need to think about after the hand-holding fiasco.

"We can't let you leave just yet," The man smiles sympathetically, and his hand comes to rest oh-so-naturally on your bicep as he turns you back towards the table, "I know you're freaking out; anyone would after looking into the barrel of a gun. But you're safe now, okay? And we need your help to keep other people safe. So let's sit down," The man guides you back into your chair, and you think you might have dropped straight to your knees if he'd asked you to. He keeps his large hands firmly, warmly on your shoulders, and as Spencer takes your hands in his again he squeezes them.

"Alright Pretty Boy," The man behind you speaks, and you swear you can hear a glimmer of amusement in his voice despite not being able to see his face, "On with the interview. Don't worry Y/N, we'll do this together."

[platypusundercover]

May i request something for Argenti and boothill. For each of their scenarios, theyre being reckless on behalf of others as usual and get seriously injured. Their eyes closing, believing fully that theyre going to die. Only to open their eyes again to reader gently caring for their wounds and teafully scolding them.

@dragon-anon

Thank you for the request !! Went a bit crazy with Boothill here, it's like twice the size of Argenti's... First time writing reader-insert, I don't know if it fits well with my usual style but I tried my best. I hope this meets what you were looking for ! Please let me know what you think :D

Argenti

The chase for Idrilla brought him every corner of the Galaxy, from the most beautiful of villages to the war-ravaged plains. Beauty was in life, in the seed turning into a flower and in the first cry of a newborn. For as much beauty as there was in life, and equal amount could be found in death. In the leaves falling in autumn to the sweet smile of a loved one ready to depart.

Was he ready to depart? He didn’t think so. Yet it was not his choice anymore. He reassured himself with the fact that he wouldn’t fall to the Omen of Evil. He pressed a few buttons to enter your location before sitting in the command chair of the One and Only.  He could feel the warmth of his blood coating his shirt and vest, sticky under his fingers. Yet he could only think of one thing… How he wished to see your face one last time, to witness beauty once again before dying.

When he reopened his eyes, he met a vaguely familiar ceiling. His head felt like it was filled with fog and nothing made sense around him. As his mind processed all the sensory inputs one by one, a gasp caught his attention. You were sitting beside the bed, his arm in your hands, eyes alert, although they were red and puffy as if you had been crying. He looked at you without saying a word. His emerald eyes roamed your face, your lips, you nose, your eyebrows, then stopping on your eyes.

He sighed with a gentle smile and closed his eyes again. If this was to be death, then he’d accept it. He had seen you one last time, what a blessing.

“Argenti?” You whispered, voice cracking.

He reopened his eyes and moved his head in your direction. You exhaled shakily.

“Thank the Aeons you’re alright.”

You leaned and put your elbows on your knees, his hands still in both or yours. You had just finished treating the minor cuts. You leaned your forehead against the back of his hand.

“I thought you were dead…” Your throat was tight, chest heavy with tears threatening to fall again. Freely now.

Argenti blinked.

“Am I not?”

“Of course you’re not!” You looked up, alarmed. “I found you bleeding all over your ship and I’ve been taking care of you for the past 2 hours!” The tears finally fell down your cheeks. “When I received the ping from your ship as it got close to the station, I was so happy I went out to wait for you at the docks.” You swallowed a new wave of tears. “But you didn’t come out. So, I called for you and you didn’t answer. I forced my way inside and- You- you were-” You sob. “There was blood everywhere. Never do that again. Please.”

The knight took a deep breath, your tears somehow guiding him out of the fog of his senses. The hurt in your voice pierced his heart. He can’t begin to imagine how he’d feel if he had found you in a similar position. He turned his hand to grasp yours.

“I’m so sorry.”

Boothill

Well, fuck. He was sitting in an alley after a chase with some IPC goons, and usually it was to catch his ‘breath’ and celebrate. Now though… his vision was clouded with warning messages. Oil leak, low battery, low coolant level, stuck fans, foreign object in ammo tank. He recognized only a third of them but it was pretty clear, he was not in the best shape. His eyes unfocused and refocused on loop, trying to make sense of his surrounding. He looked down, one of his legs was clearly busted, by some kind of shrapnel round. Bastards.

Another error blasted his vision, this one larger and redder than all the others. The countdown made it obvious what this one meant. He was going to shut down, and in a back alley like this, hiding behind the trash cans, the math was simple. He was going to be tossed by the garbage bots like any other piece of trash and that’ll be the end of his tale. Fucking hell. He didn’t even get close to his goal… What does that make him? What about his promise? What about his family? No one will be there to remember them now… Well, not no one. There was still you. He smiled, content with the thought of you carrying some of the tales of his home and his daughter. Aeons, he missed her so much…

His systems partially came online. He could hear first. The noise of screws and metal and fluid pumping. Then he could smell. The hot soldering iron and motor oil. The he could see. You, running around, grease on your gloves and cheeks, goggles firmly posted on your nose, completely ignoring him. So, he hadn’t been trashed. Not yet. He was held upright hovering off the ground by the port on his back, supplying his body with all the energy it needed. He tried to talk but his voice box must have been removed or disconnected because no sound escaped his mouth but a quip of static. That’s what made you turn around from the soldering iron to face him.

You removed your goggles and the look on your face would have silenced him if he was talking. You were glaring at him, clearly mad, your eyebrows furrowed, eyes swelled. You stayed silent as you went to dig into his torso once again, putting in the fan you just finished fixing. He didn’t try to move and do anything, he knew why you were mad, and didn’t want to aggravate his case.

Once it was snug into place, you retracted and closed Boothill’s chest panels, screwing them back on. The silence was heavy. You ran back to your monitor and he kept staring at you, although it didn’t garner any reaction from you.

You typed a few things and Boothill could see the telltale lines of logs of a full diagnostic running in front of his eyes. He closed them. Then he saw a list of his systems in green, all online. That must include his voice box.

“Hey Doc.” He tried, voice still recalibrating after the shutdown. “Got a bit bruised up there, huh?” He joked.

You refused to look at him as you approached to reattach his missing legs; its hinges, reconnecting the compressed air tubes for the joint, then latching the cable for the captors. Your eyebrows were scrunched together still but not in anger anymore it seemed. You turned back to your monitor, staring at it for a few second as if the recompose yourself and before you could click to start the automated joint test, he talked again.

“Thought I was going to be tossed like garbage, honest. Glad I ended up here instead.”

You pursed your lips and approached again, checking the execution of the synthetic limb as it was responding to commands to bend, flex, and turn. All seemed to be working great. You reattached the metal panels there too to cover the joints and sealed it shut, like you did for the torso a few minutes before.

“Aah c’mon, you gon’ ignore me now?” You stopped in your tracks. “I know the gear’s expensive but I’ll pay you back I sw-“

“I don’t care if it’s expensive!” You blurted out, a mix of anger and sadness in your voice.

Boothill stayed silent and as you returned to the monitor one final time, you hit a key and the mechanical arm holding him afloat lowered, gently putting the cowboy down on the ground. You lowered your head and grasped the edge of the desk with your hands, tears finally spilling over your cheeks.

“I don’t care about how much your spare pieces cost; I don’t care if you scratch the brand new panel I installed 2 weeks ago.” You explained, voice strained, finally looking up at him. “What I care about is not having you almost die on me every month or so. Why are you so reckless?” Your anger wavered. “Why do you have to disregard your own life like that? I am trying my hardest every time to make you stronger, but you always manage to find more trouble.”

You breathed deeply and looked at him in the eyes. His face was painted in remorse.

“Aeons, and then what? What happens if I’m not here to scrape you off the pavement and piece you back together, huh? Then what? That’s it?” You sobbed.

He took long strides over to you and took you in his arms, in a hug. He had always been reckless, that’s true. He couldn’t just stand by when witnessing the shit some officers would let fly. He had to do something, damnit! But he didn’t expect this to affect you so much… His heart dipped.

“I promise, I’ll be better.”

© platypusundercover - 2024 || Request rules

[c0smoshit]

req since it says theyre open!!! sky fluff and gn reader is preferred!! either reader or sky need to relax bcs yk life is stressful, so they have a bath together and its just rly brain rottingly sweet

Of course!!! I love these lil fluffy Zelda prompts, thanks for the request 🫶🫶

Warm weather ࣪.⋆ ♡

⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ≫ Sky/gn!reader

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ fluff!! nothing suggestive! // not proofread

⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ this reminded me of a Leon fic I wrote a while ago😭

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 ≫ 1.073

Laying down on the sofa with a popsicle in between your teeth you were trying to cool down from the ravishing heat of summer here in Skyloft.

Looking outside you then peeked over the wall clock; 21:15.

He was late, again.

Sighing, you got up, closed the window and became hopeless of the thought that the temperatures were going to cool down. Turning on the floor fan you had begged Link to help you buy, you were about to sit down again until you heard a loud noise by your right.

Stumbling over your feet your eyes met those dirty blonde locks of him, sticking a bit to his forehead from what you assumed was the heat outside.

"Link!"

You squealed as you ran to him, thankfull of the shortness from the living room to the entry hall. Opening your arms to hug him you widened your eyes and stopped dead on your tracks.

"Woah- you look like you fought a Bilocyte on your way home"

He grunted, closing his eyes wearily as you took in his not-so-radiant mien; Messy hair, sweaty skin, reddened cheeks, his back slumping down as he stabilized himself with the handle of the door and those dark circles below his gorgerous sky eyes.

"What happened?"

He stayed silent for a bit and you let him inside the house, watching as he sighed, finally able to take off his gear.

"I'm fine, just tired"

Your eyes didn't soften a bit, painted with a worried look while your hands helped him off his despair. His sword on your hand and his bow on the other you spoke outloud.

"You're having a bath"

"Later, I have to finish up cleaning my bow for tomorrow"

Your iris instinctively searched for the piece of polished wood, taking note of his awful aspect. It's paint was just forgotten under the layer of dirt that was covering most of the drawings and the grip and arrow rest were both messed up too.

"Don't be silly, I'l help you out with that later"

His brows furrowed as if he wanted to open up his mouth to refuse until-

"Now you're coming with me"

And with that, you grabbed his forearm tightly, almost dashing off to the bathroom as you put your hair down.

. . .

"Gotta get my boy cleaned up"

You said huffing as you helped him out of his absolute nasty clothes, all sweaty and messy. Trying to to oogle too much to your very handsome boyfriend you started to squeeze some fresh camomille soap an old lady gifted you the other day at the store, telling you how "calming and soothing you would almost feel your bones soften up from it" it was.

"It smells good what is it?"

You looked at his perked up ears, a sign that he indeed liked the smell. You giggled, talking about that cute old lady who seemed to be pretty happy whenever he saw you with Link, telling you to marry him before anyone else did.

At that last comment he went a bit quiet, almost blushy before you took in your own looks. Messy hair, sweaty skin... Hylia how you hated hot weather sometimes.

Seeing that he was already laying peacefully on the bathtub, the bubbles almost covering his chin you decided to get inside too. Sneaking your way in he wasn't alerted by your presence until he felt your body crash against his own, some water spilling out the tub as he instinctively grabbed you.

"Hello"

Your words were muffled by the bubbles around you, some of them hitting his cheek as you smiled before he answered with his own

"Hi"

Your arms hugged his whole back, his did too, pulling you up with him so you both could get a better posture.

"What have you done today-"

You said, cutting your own words as you removed your arms from him, sitting up straighter as you inspected his face like a mother would with his child.

"-to be so messy, Link?"

His name almost sounded accusatory as you furrowed your brows, now starting to part his blonde locks. Chest pressed into his face before drawing away, you grabbed a small bucket, moving so much even more water was spilled out.

"I was outside, helping out a little girl with her lambs..."

He spoke and was interrumpted by a splash of water directly on his head, shutting his eyes tightly as he let you manage his hair around.

"-that's why I'm so messy"

You sighed out, always helping others, you thought.

The room was filled with silence and often interrumped by soft groans as you massaged his hair, having squeezed a bit of his usual shampoo into your hands beforehand.

You liked- no, loved having such precious moments like this with him; being able to caress the head of your lover into your arms, massage his skin, his hair, his hands, whatever he felt sore for. And of course he loved it too, however, he always felt like he was making you work too hard for him.

More often than he prefered he had to come home like this; late at night and you were already sleeping, eating the cold dinner you had prepared for him too, having to tend his wounds...

He didn't want to think about it right now, having you sprawled out on top of him, taking such great care for him and the feeling of warm water around you was enough for him to forget.

"I wanna be the one you put the ring on, yknow"

He opened his eyes from their slumber, brow quirking in confusion before he saw your softened smile, looking down at him with such adoration he felt as if he was going to melt from all your love.

"Earlier, when I told you about that lady..."

Oh

So that's what you were talking about.

"I don't want anyone else to marry you"

He didn't know why you were acting so lovely with him now and you didn't know either, he just looked too cute.

Splashing more water on his hair you finally finished washing it off, chuckling at his wet puppy appereance with his hair almost blocking his view. He fixed it, looking at you with changed pupils, grabbing your shoulder and pulling you down with him.

Your head was now laying on his chest, listening to his steady and strong heartbeat, his hands drawing circles on your spine, sometimes tracing it with his index up and down slowly.

"I'm not marrying anyone that's not you, y/n"

You smiled and he could feel it on his skin, making him copy you.

"You're the only one that has been through all, with me"

[dyns33]

Only Wastelands part 5

So here last part of my first Cooper Howard series ! I hope you guys liked it.

Tag : @one-of-thewalkingdead @coolrobloxkid28 @thebumbqueen @rachmari @ilyvia @justme12200 @honeybunhottie @savanahc @gobbodoggo @bisasterbisexual @killingboredom @bonafideyapper @i-simp-for-mha-men @pixelatedprofilepic @ultimatreality @chattersstuff @harmfulb1tch @hellolettuce444 @miketastic25 @darkangel4121 @avidreadee123 @kaitttttttt @nullx1ety @foggyturtleknightangel (theyre you gooo)

If they had learned one thing about each other during their time together, it was that Cooper and Y/N were both stubborn fuckers.

As he held her tightly with his rope, chewing the inside of his mouth as he waited for her to speak, she stared at him with a hateful look, refusing to open the ball.

Of course, her first reaction had been to try to flee. An instinctive survival reaction, as stupid as it was useless, because he was a pro with his lasso. Y/N had no chance of escaping, especially since he could easily knock her down or shoot her before she could free herself.

So there they were, staring at each other in silence, with a tension that could cut with a knife.

It may have been because they were at risk of being interrupted by raiders, radroaches, or Lucy who might wonder where they were, but the Ghoul ended up sighing and grimacing.

"What do you want then ?"

"… What do you mean ?"

"You must want something, to show up after three fucking years with my daughter, sweetheart. You probably knew that I would shoot between your two pretty eyes the moment I would see you in thanks for leaving me behind, so you needed a little sugar in your bitter request. Spit it out."

It was Y/N's turn to grimace, not understanding the situation.

Cooper Howard was angry. Cooper Howard claimed that she wanted something, and that she was the one who had left him three years ago, giving him the right him to be furious with her.

It made no sense.

"Don't kid me !" she exclaimed, making him jump slightly. "You're the one who left me !"

"Sorry, sweetie, but I was there, I know…"

"Oh, no, no good excuses. I heard you very well with your new friends at the bar ! I'm not totally stupid even if I come out of a vault, I know when I'm not wanted anymore, you were very clear ! So the little doggie left you alone ! I never wanted to see you again, but I met my replacement, then I found Janey, and I couldn't leave her, so… Let me go now ! I don't want anything, let me go !"

Y/N started to move again to try to remove the lasso, and this time Cooper didn't move to stop her. This made her react, and instead of finishing freeing herself to run as far as possible, she turned her attention back to him.

The hatred seemed to have disappeared. He was looking at her now with something akin to pain.

"… You heard that ?" he whispered.

"Yeah ! So stop whining, cowboy, you're not the victim !"

"… Looks like we're both victims of my talent."

"… What ?"

As much as he hated being reminded of it, Cooper Howard had been an actor. A damn good one, no matter what the critics might have said.

He hadn't lied to Don Pedro's men when they started threatening him, willing to torture him for days just for the fun of it. Coop didn't care at all. To him, he was long dead, it made no difference.

Then they talked about doing the same to Y/N. The little vaultie who had been hanging out with him for a while. They had seen them together, the Ghoul seemed to care about her, it would be fun to tie her to a chair so he could watch them do whatever they wanted to her.

So Cooper had put on his best actor's mask, saying that they were wrong. Y/N was nothing to him. They could waste their time looking for her if they wanted, or they could do like him and enjoy a good drink.

It was proof that she was worthless, right ? That the Ghoul was at the bar sipping a whiskey instead of looking for her, while she was at risk of getting killed in the wasteland.

The truth was that Cooper had taken a bad bullet in the leg and despite his efforts, he had been unable to lose Don Pedro's men. It was too risky to look for Y/N in these conditions.

So he had tried to buy time, for her as well as for him, even if he didn't know if they would make it.

"In the end, they put me in a coffin and buried me alive."

"Coop…"

"The first few months, I waited. I told myself that you were waiting for the right moment to come and help me, hidden somewhere. They would end up guarding my hole with less seriousness. Then I thought that you had had a problem. I didn't like thinking about that, sugar. I didn't like what it could mean. And then, there was the third option, presented by Don Pedro the last time he took me out to play. He said that you had been seen nearby. And I said to myself, he's kidding, because if my Y/N was alive, she would have come. Right ? She would have come, she would have tried to free me. So I didn't believe him. I didn't want to believe him."

Keeping this certainty, the Ghoul had taken the road to find the witch Moldaver without trying to find information on Y/N. Either she was dead, and the last bit of his humanity would have died with her after he lost Janey, or she had abandoned him, and the result would be the same, if not worse.

"But actually… You didn't know, sweetie. You didn't know about the coffin, and you thought I was a heartless asshole who had made fun of you. I'm still a little disappointed, you could have understood that I wasn't serious."

Three years. They had wasted three years, him in a hole, and her wandering the wastelands, hating each other, as much as they missed each other, because Cooper was a good liar who didn't talk enough, and Y/N was a nervous vaultie who needed to be talked to.

"… Shit. Cooper, shit, I'm sorry."

"Nah, sweetheart. You would have come if you had known, even after hearing me. Just to kick my ass, I guess. And you brought me back my little cowpoke, when you didn't want to see me anymore."

"I would never have left her. I wouldn't have left you…"

"I know." he sighed, lowering his head. "The Mohave sun must have burned a few of our neurons, huh ?"

Y/N imitated him, ashamed. If she had arrived earlier, maybe Cooper would have seen her, he would have made a sign to let her know he was going to try something, and they would have found each other.

And if she had stayed despite the pain, she would have seen him being tortured and put in the ground, and she could have done something.

But the "what ifs" were easy. It was too late now, she hadn't trusted him despite everything he had done for her.

Still tied up, she was able to pull the picture out of her bag, biting her lip to keep from sobbing like a child.

"… You want me to give this back ?"

"… You kept it? All this time ?"

"Sure. It's stupid, I was hoping you'd come back for it eventually, like you said you would. Then I could have kicked your ass. And… It reminded me of the good times."

"Hmm. I'll take it back, yeah. You won't need it anymore."

She was about to throw it at him, or set it on the ground so he could take it later, but with a quick movement, Cooper pulled the lasso, quickly pulling her towards him.

With intense eyes, he took the picture from her hands, stared at it for a moment, before putting it in her pocket.

"Here. Where it belongs."

"The sun really fried your brain then."

"Nah, sweetie, I feel perfectly fine."

"You just said I wouldn't need it anymore."

"I don't plan on losing you again, so you don't need it anymore, no."

Stubborn, but mostly stupid, they started looking at each other in silence again, but the tension was different this time. Y/N could feel her heart beating in her chest, and judging by the Ghoul's breathing, Cooper's couldn't be any better.

However, when she took the risk of approaching her mouth, he recoiled.

"… Radiation, sugar."

"I have radaway."

"Vicious." he purred with a smirk.

"Idiot. And I thought you were the romantic type, you have to ruin this moment that I…"

The last time Y/N had kissed someone, she was still in school. The bombs hadn't exploded, there were birds in the sky, and she was far too young to know if it really mattered.

She clung to Cooper like her life depended on it, like each kiss was a breath of fresh air that she had been missing for over three years. His hat fell off, but he didn't seem to mind, too busy devouring her mouth.

"Daddy's in love ! Daddy and Y/N are in love !"

The little voice surprised Y/N, while the Ghoul placed one last kiss on her cheek before sighing, keeping her in his arms as he turned to Janey, beaming with a smile, who was jumping up and down as she watched them.

A bit further away, they could see Lucy circling the building, probably looking for the little girl she had lost. One would have thought that she was not a good babysitter, but in fact it was the kid who was good at escaping the vigilance of adults.

A good thing for Lucy, otherwise her father could have killed her for that, making her regret having entrusted her while he caught up with Y/N.

Still with one arm on her waist, Cooper indicated for Janey to come towards them, lifting her with the other.

"It's late, my sweet Cowgirl, time for you to sleep so you have enough energy to wear out young MacLean tomorrow."

"Yeah !"

They could have said goodbye to Lucy the next day. After all, Cooper's priorities were Janey and Y/N now. Revenge was still tempting, finding Barbara, making VaultTech pay for their crimes, but it didn't matter as much anymore.

However, he had promised the vaultie that they would find her father, and if possible her boyfriend Maximus.

And as his daughter and Y/N reminded him with a mischievous smile, cowboys always kept their word. The Ghoul rolled his eyes and growled, but since he couldn't really say no to them, or only by shouting 'no' while knowing that they would follow them anyway, the team set off again towards the main bucker.

Then when it was all over, they would find a quiet little spot, in the middle of the wasteland, far from all this bullshit, taking things as they came.

[nanami-is-nanamean]

for literal years (i have no sense of time, its honestly probably just half a year but i could be horrifically wrong—i blame covid for destroying it), i have had this... au. where i just. put nanami. in hsr.

like—instead of caelus or stella being the mc, nanami is and thats whats hes been doing all those years when he was away from sorcery. i do hc that he spent at least one year as a salaryman to get that signature "my soul has been sucked out by capitalism" look and "we should reform society to be better" mindset lmao

i imagine that like—the way it works is that everything happens roughly the same in the main story, its just the little minute differences that change kinda like how everyones playthru of hsr is slightly different because we chose diff dialogue options or whatever

so like—he goes thru belobog, goes thru the xianzhou, goes thru penacony, and then all the side quests, and thats when he decides to go back home (did i base it off my own hsr progress? haha... yeah. lmao)

i dont know who exactly he goes down back to earth with but i do have this one scene in my head where he meets up with himeko. and as much as i like the idea of him going down alone, i dont think the express is gonna let him lmao. best i can imagine is march and welt. welt because this is the most similar to his old home of hi3 (which i want to play so bad but alas i have a life), and march because she serves as a nice contrast to the low energies of nanami and welt AHAHA

i did consider benching her since shes been going to expeditions nonstop but like—the contrast gotta b there honey, thats what you call good writing and good character dynamic lmao. but yeah—he goes down, calls up gojo, and welt and march go off to fuck about.

i imagine that gojos fuckin stunned to see him after so many years because like—he was working a dead end job and then one day he fucking disappears. and it would scare gojo too since like, his entire thing is being able to see things, to percieve things, and as op as gojo is, im p sure he isnt able to see far enough to find nanami in the cold and dark depths of space. all he knows is—he was there, and then, his cursed energy disappears like a candle that went out. all he can assume is that he died or some curse users got to him. but if he died, a sorcerer of his caliber would produce a CRAZY curse spirit. and if curse users got to him, there would be some sort of trace or destruction left behind as a trail because nanami wont go that easy and if he did turn into a curse user, he would be able to pick up the curse energy residue.

so now here he is, back infront of him like some kind of disappearing act AND with some strange and crazy energy inside him. like a fucked up star or black hole or something. somethings obviously happened to him, and if the weird disappearance and reappearance or the weird-ass thing inside him didnt clue him in—he would rip out his own eyes. and he KNOWS that is this nanami because the Six Eyes never lie. (hehe kenjaku prison realm moment)

so now hes tasked with figuring out what the fuck happened to nanami and what the fuck that pulsing thing inside him is—but hes conflicted about it because jesus christ, it was just him and ieiri for so long and theyre both so desperate and so happy to see an old friend again and—and they don't know if they can disregard whatever the fuck happened to him and if hes a threat, because god they missed him so much (hehe geto moment)

MEANWHILE march and welt are snooping around and they find a curse, which they easily defeat obviously and welt has... a WEIRD feeling about these "curses". like hes experienced facing this kind of energy before... so they go curse hunting a little bit more and holy shit. thats when welt realizes.

the reason why the curses and curse energy is so familiar is because he REALLY DID face this sort of energy before—and he faced that energy in the form of rAIDEN MEI WHEN SHE WAS WAVING AROUND HER NIHILITY ABILITIES. so now the express HAS to start meddling because the fucking NIHILITY is HERE and this world has been drowning in the powers of the nihility for actual fucking CENTURIES and at this point, and its going to be too goddamn predictable if theres a fucking stellaron causing it. (there isnt but theyre so used to it at this point lmao)

so yeah! thats my setup for an hsr x jjk crossover lmao

oh yeah its totes nanago AHAHHAHAHA—its implied but idk if it got thru KJHDFJLGkHSLK

[queers-of-marybelltownship]

well he collapsed with stevens-johnson syndrome on the er floor panic attacked anaphylactic and ataxic and the way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges roman candles at both ends in his synapsis and the method with which he recycled his humours trojan horsed his blood brain barrier and raised the ld-50 yes yes and through fight or flight revelation shame the blackbox warrior he skipped this town and headed straight down history shields himself from reason in a kevlar baby blue tuxedo quilted from the finest fibers flesh and fiberglass and flowers ego a mosquito evil incarnate good incognito pops placebos for libido screaming bless the torpedoes for what for what for what its worth if it was gonna kill you boy it would have by now for what for what for what its worth theres no more looking back its looking up or looking down well he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose around his lotus jugular when they came and they found him with a map to every victim of his love and a tattoo of a blue jay on his face and they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flatline cry a hymn out in hungarian harmonic and he cocked his noggin through his stoma sang for aul lang syn happy birthday to the succulents ill die your hydroponics his ribcage was a hornets nest palpitations set the beat his vagus nerve a turks head knot an axel hitch a carrick bend he wondered if christ consciousness would charge a cancellation fee auf whiedersehn au revoir he gripped his wits right by their ends for what for what its worth if it was gonna kill you boy it would have by now for what for what for what its worth theres no more looking back its looking up or looking down hello welcome why dont you take a seat get comfortable relax take a second if you need to now what's bothering you well why dont we start at the beginning growing up how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your blooming escher/mandelbrot head and how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs did you get along well with the gideon bugler pineal glands your projector eyes casting sci-fi's on your strd strands tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under bacchus bloody nose did namibian himbas tie-dye you your ears pierced with a phineas gage flagpole did you die before your day thursday traction tuesday titration my hope is to assess through my objective report of your subjective conjecture whether this proprietary bled of expertise and seasoning works as well as this transorbital ice pick holistic ballistics you got a better idea its about the best we could come up with what you think ideas spread because theyre good no they spread because people like them so now here we are once again holding as it were a mirror up to your mirror i guess its just something people do a bloody knife to split your infrastructure wine to rev your motor function coital machinations of the dead well you mainline your animus karate chop your abacus and learn to be an animal instead but I never did think you better than this your modus operandi causes nazi/skoptzyism and suicide why to thine own self be true when it is you who are the problem not the things you do but something sick inside lithium and dialectics boy you really is defective cbt dont seem effective for that cluster b accept it offer up your innocence please ignore the side effects youve lost your mind and almost lost your life before so youll be fine for what for what its worth if it was gonna kill you boy it would have by now for what for what for what its worth theres no more looking back so try to look forward now for what for what its worth if it was gonna kill you boy it would have by now for what for what for what its worth theres no more looking back its looking up or looking down

good morning :))

[xamaxenta]

genderfuck sabo ..... o lord help me.

sabo who switches his entire identity for whatever the mission needs to the point he isnt even entirely sure what to call himself anymore but he knows he looks good in red lipstick and a tight blue dress as much as he does in a trenchcoat and a suit jacket

sabo on an infiltration mission for the revolutionary army with a long blonde wig and a dress slit all the way up the thigh, hes getting intel from men whose hands linger on his hips and waists and hes getting keycards from their pockets and hes drugging his dates champagne so when they stumble up to the hotel room sabo can drop his unconscious ass in the bed and get to the good stuff. he changes into a waittresses outfit and walks right into the staff only areas with a confident smile and no hesitation, he brings a plate of room service up to his targets room and the guards let him in without a second thought; hes delicate, coy, his bangs and some clever makeup hide the scar on his face so hes just a beautiful blue eyed waif of a woman with the perfect pink lips that the guards exchange a look and say Why Dont You Come Inside And Stay With Us And The Boss For A Little While, because sabo already knew what they liked from the premission briefing so of COURSE he put a little gloss on his mouth. the boss likes them dressed up so when the guards bully him out of his clothes (or so they think, but what they dont know is that theres a tracker and a denden radio in the uniform sabo leaves on the floor) theyre distracted by the long lines of his legs, wrapped in nylon leggings, a garter skirt holding them up on his little pale waist, and a silky baby blue bra on, they dont even notice the cups are padded because sabo looks so fucking good, shyly and nervously stepping out of his clothes like a naiive virgin and asking the boss to p-please be gentle... 🥺 its ok if its just you mr boss sir... right...

he KNOWS the guards are going to grab him because the dossier already told him the old man just likes to watch, and he lets them, twists and squirms and pretends until theyre both close enough--

and then he smashes their heads together, one in each palm, with so much force they both crack and dont get up, blood splatters his bra and his cheeks and the boss yells, but he cant even get the sound out before sabos sat in his lap, one finger cutely laid over the bosses lips and his other hand gripping the guys windpipe in a dragon claw so tight he cant scream if he tried. he leaves him dead in the chair and swings his heels by the straps on his finger while he searches the room for the papers he needs

he washes off the lipstick and pulls off the wig in the mirror, wipes the blood off his face and dresses like a simple maintenence man, zips his bloody sweaty body, still wrapped in silk and lace, into a baggy denim workmans suit and strolls back down the hall with a toolbox full of classified documents and no one bats an eye as he passes, none the wiser

i am just here insanely horny lol

Thank you…. Itadakimasu delicious seriously i loved all the clothing changes

Sublime…

[s0lar-ch3ri]

mythborning in the year of our lord 2024

do we think about how ryan and aster probably never fully accepted connor being dead. after the first day reset and shit i mean. theyd go to bed, silently hoping tomorrow theyd wake up and itd be like that day never happened, hell maybe they get set back again to the day of the big game. and they both just. they dont want to think of the idea that connors gone.

asters the one who trys to fight for him back. she makes up new reasons and such as to why hes not gone, ways they could possibly bring him back (it doesnt help that in this state she sounds so much like him about his brother). she looks through her dads artifact collections, seeing if any would make sense in any way to bring him back to life, losing care of its cost. she even tries to find his book or something of its nature, but finding that, if even possible, doesnt help because its a book made to kill not bring to life again. i dont imagine asters religious, not in the sense that she doesnt think gods are real (one is her mother), but that she never felt a pull to worship one. for the first time in her life, she tries to pray. she prays to her mother, reciting every word and performing every detail, squishing the tears from her eyes because god she cant let herself be seen so broken by this boy infront of a divine being and sure its the first time shes tried reaching out like this but she just needs one chance to talk to her. of course, whether or not it works and she sees her, she doesnt revive him. the day doesnt reset and he comes back to life. and somewhere inside her she knows this couldnt have worked, shes the daughter of a goddess and knows the balance of mortality and immortality. shes known he was gone the moment the rats attacked. thats why she fought so hard, because the small amounts of divine energy she held surely could beat what has been written by those above her just this once, just for him.

ryan doesnt let himself break. he has a floatball team to be on and an act to keep up and a friend who needs him. he doesnt have the ability to stop and let himself process how hed join in the bullying of "con-nerd" and how he gave ryan that hug before going to that gym and getting to see the vulnerable sides of connor when he talked about or even showed them (he probably showed him his friends) his brother. sure, he may know what its like to have lost family and connor was close in a way similar (might be a small shipper of those two. what of it. /lh they can be friends too ofc) and now hes gone and hell never get to hear him call ryan stupid when hes wearing his goofy grin or does something actually dumb. ryan, whos meant to be strong, let his friend get crushed by rats. and he wont break. he'll just tell gary to fuck off when hes caught tearing up after a floatball game because he had to look in the stands and know that connors not gonna be there selling hotdogs again. he can just put another lie in his act when hes looking in these history textbooks and say he wasnt thinking of olden magic usages and how they might be able to bring him back, closing his eyes so he doesnt gaze on them.

it takes ryan grabbing asters wrists and looking her dead in the eyes and telling her "i dont fucking like it, but connors gone. you know it. i know it. this is just gonna hurt you more. please. i cant lose one more person." it takes her looking in ryans eyes to see how theyre tired and dried out and his muscles seem to instinctively hold up a smile and how his grips just slightly too strong and yet he just is so tired and wants more then anything his best friend back. his breaths getting shakey and louder and he starts sniffling and she just grabs him down and they become sobbing messes of kids on the floor because god fucking damn it connors gone and nothings magically fixing this and nothing will be the same ever again.

it takes them a bit to figure out where his gravestone is. its empty. they should have honored him sooner, they know it, but they just wanted to hope that it wasnt just connors memory they had left living.

[lifeintheworldtocome]

WELL HE COLLAPSED WITH STEVENS-JOHNSON SYNDROME ON THE ER FLOOR PANIC ATTACKED ANAPHYLACTIC AND ATAXIC WELL THE WAY HE SPUN HIS BUTTERFLY RISKED ALL SIX HIS PHALANGES ROMAN CANDLES AT BOTH ENDS AT HIS SYNAPSIS AND THE MATTER WITH WHICH HE RECYCLED HIS HUMORS TROJAN HORSED HIS BLOOD-BRAIN BARRIER AND RAISED THE LD-50 YES YES AND THROUGH FIGHT OR FLIGHT REVELATIONS SHAME THE BLACKBOXWARRIOR HE SKIPPED THIS TOWN AND HEADED STRAIGHT DOWN HISTORY SHIELDS HIMSELF FROM REASON IN A KEVLAR BABY-BLUE TUXEDO QUILTED FROM THE FINEST FIBERS FLESH AND FIBERGLASS AND FLOWERS HIS EGO A MOSQUITO EVIL INCARNATE GOOD INCOGNITO POPS PLACEBOS FOR LIBIDOS SCREAMING BLESS THE TORPEDOS FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT ITS WORTH IF IT WAS GONNA KILL YOU BOY IT WOULD HAVE BY NOW FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT ITS WORTH THERES NO MORE LOOKING BACK ITS LOOKING UP OR LOOKING DOWN WELL HE WAS WEARING STOLEN RUBBER SHOES AND WRAPPED A POISON IVY NOOSE AROUND HIS LOTUS JUGULAR WHEN THEY CAME WELL THEY FOUND HIM WITH A MAP TO EVERY VICTIM OF HIS LOVE AND A TATTOO OF A BLUE JAY ON HIS FACE AND THEY WAITED FOR HIS VITAL SIGNS TO LIE AND LET A FLATLINE CRY A HYMN OUT IN HUNGARIAN HARMONIC BUT HE COCKED HIS NOGGIN THROUGH HIS STOMA SANG FOR AULD LANG SYNE HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE SUCCULENTS ILL DYE YOUR HYDROPONICS HIS RIBCAGE WAS A HORNETS NEST PALPITATIONS SET THE BEAT HIS VAGUS NERVES A TURKS HEAD KNOT AN AXEL HITCH A CARRICK BEND HE WONDERED IF CHRIST CONSCIOUSNESS WOULD CHARGE A CANCELLATION FEE AUF WIEDERSEHEN AU REVOIR HE GRIPPED HIS WITS RIGHT BY THEIR ENDS FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT ITS WORTH IF IT WAS GONNA KILL YOU BOY IT WOULD HAVE BY NOW FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT ITS WORTH THERES NO MORE LOOKING UP ITS LOOKING UP OR LOOKING DOWN hello welcome why dont you take a seat get comfortable relax take a second if you need to now whats bothering you well why dont we start at the beginning growing up how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence? did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your blooming escher/mandelbrot head? and how about claustrophillic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs did you get along well with the gideon bugler pineal glands your projector eyes casting scifis on your strd strands? tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under bacchuses bloody nose did namibian himbas tiedye you your ears pierced with a phineas gage flagpole? did you die before your day? well thursday traction tuesday titration now my hope is to assess through my objective report of your subjective conjecture whether this proprietary blend of expertise and seasoning works as well as this transorbital ice pick holistic ballistics what you got a better idea? well its about the best we could come up with what you think ideas spread because theyre good? no they spread because people like them so now here we are once again holding as it were a mirror up to your mirror i guess its just something people do A BLOODY KNIFE TO SPLIT YOUR INFRASTRUCTURE WINE TO REV YOUR MOTOR FUNCTIONS COITAL MACHINATIONS OF THE DEAD WELL YOU MAINLINE YOUR ANIMUS KARATE CHOP YOUR ABACUS AND LEARN TO BE AN ANIMAL INSTEAD BUT I NEVER DID THINK YOU BETTER THAN THIS YOUR MODUS OPERANDI CAUSES NAZI/SKOPTZYISM AND SUICIDE WHY TO THINE OWN SELF BE TRUE WHEN IT IS YOU WHO ART THE PROBLEM NOT THE THINGS YOU DO BUT SOMETHING SICK INSIDE LITHIUM AND DIALECTICS BOY YOU REALLY IS DEFECTIVE CBT DONT SEEM EFFECTIVE FOR THE CLUSTER B ACCEPT IT OFFER UP YOUR INNOCENCE PLEASE IGNORE THE SIDE EFFECTS YOUVE LOST YOUR MIND AND ALMOST LOST YOUR LIFE BEFORE SO YOULL BE FINE FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT ITS WORTH IF IT WAS GONNA GET YOU BOY IT WOULD HAVE BY NOW FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT ITS WORTH THERES NO MORE LOOKING BACK AND WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO LOOK BACK I MEAN ITS NO GOOD LOOKING BACK SO TRY TO LOOK FORWARD NOW FOR WHAT FOR WHAT FOR WHAT ITS WORTH IF IT WAS GONNA KILL YOU BOY IT WOULD HAVE BY NOW FOR WHAT FOR WHAT FOR WHAT ITS WORTH THERES NO MORE LOOKING BACK ITS LOOKING UP OR LOOKING DOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWNNNNNNNNNNNN

[walnutcookie]

can i ask what cheddar's curse is :333333333 3 33333 :333 :#3333333333333333333333333333 :3:#3333

HI I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKEDDD. :33 THANK U SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK /GEN. you have unleashed hell i am about to write so many paragraphs /silly /pos

ok to rb!

I need to draw a picture of them without the shadow sometime but. basically that glint in the shadow over cheddars face?

thats not their eye. they dont have an eye there anymore. instead it is a jewel :]c a cheddarstone to be exact. And it is very cursed!

still need to figure out exactly how it goes but when the blue cheese manor burned down they reached for the cursed jewel that their family had and They survived! They technically cannot die! but living isnt exactly easy

inside of them is a ton of Dark almost ink-like goop,, its like. Anti-life force. It seeps through their skin slowly and if it seeps out too much cheddar has to fight for control. if it gets really bad they lose control entirely. the only way to keep it from seeping out is by absorbing pure life force. they can obtain it through being around someone as they die, but more effectively they can kill people themself. Which is pretty easy since!! touching anti-life force kills a person IMMEDIATELY literally all cheddar needs to do is touch someone and theyre dead.

of course, if people knew that she was doing this, theyd be arrested immediately so theyve found ways to be sneaky about it :]c

for one, they cover themself up as best as possible. Literally from the head down its completely covered - giant coat, gloves, boots, etc. plus the hat covers not only the jewel in their eye but the anti-life force goop growing on his face!!! They avoid being in crowds or tightly packed spaces and theyre careful not to ever touch someone - while the clothing helps, it doesnt completely negate the curse, so while a brush of the shoulder may not kill the person itll at least drain them which will look suspicious.

obviously this quote wasnt related but shh its about Universe A. to me

cheddar has basically made themself untouchable (both metaphorically and literally).

say, theoretically, they need to take another victim. theyre travelling with macaroni on oh, say, a train, and they find a random cookie isolated in a train car with nobody around to witness anything. they peel off their glove and put their hand on the victims mouth, muffling their scream and killing the person instantly, and then they gently lower the body down so it doesnt make a noise as it hits the floor. next they use a knife to stab the person a few times - theyre already dead, but since touching them wouldnt give any indicators toward the cause of death, they have the perfect opportunity to create a false story behind the murder of this cookie and frame someone else for it. all they need to do after that is call macaroni to come see and he'll practically do the work for them!!!

ive mentioned this on one of my posts before but i headcanon that macaroni. cannot. stand. mysteries. he has to have them solved ASAP otherwise he CANNOT rest easy. he wont be able to eat or sleep very well at all. it makes him so anxious as much as he loves mysteries

Cheddar uses this to their advantage! theyve created a person in macaroni's head - someone whos lazy, who doesnt put much effort into their work, someone who doesnt rely on real evidence very much. How would someone like cheddar manage to frame someone else for a murder theyve committed and get away with it? especially since cheddar is around macaroni 24/7 and hed never expect them to do something in like the five minutes that they sneak away. not to mention cheddar has been working for the cbi even longer than mac and why on earth would a cbi agent kill someone for (seemingly) no reason??? In reality cheddar is actually much smarter and observant than they make themself seem but mac is in HEAVY denial about it because he doesnt want to have to think about his work partner being a murderer. Better to come up with other solutions (which cheddar so generously offers to him by framing people) than to point the finger at cheddar and raise dozens more questions that may be left unanswered. Plus the thought that all of the deaths cheddar caused would technically partially be macs fault. And as much as cheddar annoys him, mac has grown pretty attached to them.

someone could literally yell at mac and say LOOK!!! CHEDDAR HAS BLOOD STAINS ON THEIR COAT OH MY GOD!!!!!!! and mac will just laugh and say Haha that must be from lunch yesterday :) LIKE. cheddar has just made the perfect alibi for themself. they can never be accused of any crime because mac will defend them no matter what just to keep his own sanity

all of the killing and murder and crime aside cheddar is. Fucking miserable. shes so insanely touch starved bro they havent had a hug since like 1806 (except for like one person CCOUXGGHT COUCGHE GOUCGH ROUCYEO CAPPUCCINO COUGH COUCGH SPUTTER COUGH thats another post entirely though if anyone sends an ask abt it ill talk about it) and they try to make themself seem unlikable towards macaroni and try to distance themself from people and avoid relationships because even just a high five or a brush of the shoulder could be fatal. its too much of a risk, and its not one theyre willing to take.

he is fucking Smitten for macaroni theyre so head over heels for that girl but they just! CANT!!!! they cant get close to him because then he might DIE and not only would they lose the person they love but that would mean that their precious alibi is gone and theyd have to be extra extra sneaky about things to make sure that nobody catches them committing crimes. not to mention because of the way they act macaroni fucking HATES HIM. one sided yuri my beloved

anyways yaay ill stop there before this post gets too long X] theres more stuff about these two (including actual yuriful fluff NO WAAY) if youre curuois or have any other questions just shoot me an ask id love to answer!!!!

as always i dont think this is canon by any means it is all just my silly headcanon au because i think cheddar should be fucked up As a treat👍have a nice day If you read all of this i loveyiu so much /p

[leyseyb]

could i req xavier x reader where theyre like roommates and enemies and they get into a heated fight and when theyre sleeping reader wakes up in the middle of the night trying to wake up xavier for cuddles/hugs bcs theyre cold

in the middle of the night [x.t.]

xavier thorpe x g.n.! reader

warnings: swear words

xavier was your roommate when you were at nevermore. and sadly you spend most of the time at nevermore, since it‘s your school.

you were roommates for almost two years now but none of you could grow a liking towards the other. or just didn‘t make it obvious.

you both always got into fights which resulted in ignoring each other, messing up the stuff of the other, namecalling and even more. even your friends knew how much you despised one another, so they tried to keep you apart as good as they could.

one day you were trying to sleep, your day wasn‘t the best as you just received a bad grade, slipped on some yoghurt in the cafeteria and hurt yourself. and with the stuff that was going on with the monster walking around, you were just anxious something could happen.

you were laying in bed, your blanket pulled over your head as xavier decided to keep his lights on and blast music.

„i swear to god thorpe, at least turn off that music! i want to sleep!“

„sorry, not gonna happen“

he just said and went back to his sketchbook on his desk, continuing to draw something in it.

you had enough of arguing with him. not gonna happen. you jumped out of your bed, as fast as you could with your bruises and injuries, made your way over to xavier‘s music box and turned it off.

you made your way back to your bed and sat down, sighing as it was finally silent.

„what the fuck? what is wrong with you?!“

xavier asked and turned around to you.

„with me? what is wrong with you?! i asked you to turn the music off because i want to sleep! what’s so difficult to understand?“

xavier sighed and shook his head.

„don‘t touch any of my fucking stuff again.“

„or what? you‘re going to draw a butterfly and let it attack me, huh??“

you rolled your eyes and layed back down. xavier is an ass. you were only an inch away to ask for a different roommate. you just couldn‘t do this anymore. luckily you fell asleep pretty quickly, saving you from dealing with xavier.

but once xavier went to bed as well and fell asleep, you started to feel bad. you immediately woke up, your body shaking because you were feeling so cold. you looked around as it felt like all of the windows were open, but they were indeed closed. you sighed and sat up. you didn‘t have a second blanket. and you also couldn‘t sneak out to get one. you looked around the room, trying to find something to warm you up while wrapping your only blanket around you tightly.

your eyes landed on xavier, your head telling you to go over there and ask for a warm night shelter.

„oh hell nah“

you quietly said to yourself.

„over my dead body.“

you layed back down, trying your best to keep you warm by hugging yourself and rubbing your feet together. but nothing was helping. you were still cold but also felt way to weak to go over to xavier‘s bed.

but it was the only option inside of this room.

so you got up on your shaky legs and made your way over to xavier‘s bed. you stood there for a good two minutes just looking at xavier and contemplating your decision.

you hated it. you didn‘t want to do it. but there was no other option and you didn‘t want to die.

„thorpe“

you said and poked his warm cheek as he was sleeping.

„thorpe“

you continued it but you couldn‘t wake him up, it was like he turned to stone. but ajax wasn‘t near so that‘s not the case.

„xavier thorpe“

you said a bit louder and shook his shoulder, earning a grunting sound and some slight movement from his side.

„goddamn just wake the fuck up!“

you said, almost slapping his cheek. but he woke up from your loud voice, furrowing his eyebrows and looking around the room, searching for the disturbing source. his eyes landed on you and he immediately rolled his eyes.

„what do you want? am i snoring too loud? sorry but that‘s something i can‘t control“

„no, it‘s not that. i‘m cold“

you said, your whole body continuing to shiver.

„why are you telling me this?“

„please let me sleep next to you.“

„no.“

„i even said please!“

„and i can‘t stand you! so no!“

you sighed but didn‘t leave the spot you were standing on.

„thorpe. i don‘t have any extra blankets and the windows are closed too. i won‘t come near you, i just need the warmth.“

xavier sat up and looked at you with slightly swollen eyes.

„i won‘t let you near me. don‘t even think about touching me in any way“

„never did, never will.“

you said and rolled your eyes before making your way over to the empty spot on xavier‘s bed, laying down and pulling your and xavier‘s blanket over you. you turned your back towards him and closed your eyes, already feeling how your body was slowly warming up, as you slowly stopped shivering.

you quickly fell asleep and even slept through your own alarm in the morning. since your phone was on the other side of the room, you wouldn‘t hear it.

as xavier‘s phone started ringing, trying to wake you both, you opened your eyes slowly. your head was pounding, eyes swollen and your limbs were hurting. you looked around for xavier‘s phone, wanting to turn the alarm off, as you felt…caged?

you turned your head and xavier’s was only inches away.

„jesus christ!“

you got startled and quickly turned your head back, which resulted in more pain.

xavier had his arms wrapped around you, hugging you tightly to himself. he woke up through your startled noise and furrowed his eyebrows. he then heard his alarm as well and quickly turned it off.

„five more minutes…“

he mumbled and cuddled his face back into the back of your head.

it didn‘t take long for him to realize what was happening at the moment, his eyes opening again to scan the situation.

„xavier. can you let go?“

„oh fuck, sorry. of course.“

he immediately removed his arms around you and scooted a few inches backwards. what he didn‘t see was the end of his bed, which he fell down with a loud noise.

you got up and looked down at him.

„are you okay??“ you helped him up, trying not to laugh.

xavier grabbed your hand and got up, sitting back down on his bed and rubbing his back.

„i‘m fine.“ he looked up at your face, seeing that you tried not to laugh.

„don‘t get any wrong ideas. you just wouldn‘t stop shivering so i hugged you.“

he said and looked away again.

„yeah, sure. no problem. thank you“

you just said and nodded before making your way over to the bathroom to get ready for the day, starting with some pain killers for your head..

[drpeppertummy]

crush or frenemy for conrad? I think either could be interesting

ok i One Hundred Per Cent lost the goal of this while writing & it has absolutely fuckall to do with tummyaches or anything even remotely kinky or zesty whatsoever. teddy qualifies as the closest thing to a frenemy here bc theyre only loose acquaintances & both scared half to death of each other

Teddy wasn't a fan of the dark as it was, but having to make the long trek through the woods and up the hill to that spooky old haunted house in the dark--all alone, no less--could not have been further from his idea of a pleasant night. It was chilly, the clouds blocked what little light might have come from the sliver of moon, and the bare, gnarled trees looming over him out of the shadows made him feel like a mouse scampering through the claws of a tiger. He wondered if a tiger might have been friendlier than the man he was visiting.

Finally, he was standing before the house, a dilapidated mess of ancient boards overgrown with scrawny, half-dead vines and shrubs, a perfect Scooby Doo hideaway that fit its owner like a glove. Shivering from cold and from nerves, Teddy knocked at the door. He waited for a moment. No answer. That wasn't surprising; the old vampire never answered the door, but knocking still seemed polite. Teddy was half tempted to turn around and run home as fast as he could, but it wouldn't be right. Reluctantly, nervously, he cracked the door open and peeped inside.

"Conrad? Uh--M-Mr. Von Gottschee?" He was used to Stelian referring to the old man by his first name, but he realized that he barely knew him at all himself. And, of course, Conrad barely knew him, and Teddy knew well enough he wouldn't come out for a stranger--unless, of course, it was to pounce on them for a drink. He wondered how vampires felt about werewolf blood. He'd make a good meal, small and plump and too scared to fight back. He tried to push that thought out of his mind as he slipped through the door and closed it carefully behind him.

As he crept through the dusty old house, nervously looking around, Teddy wondered what in the world he'd been thinking. The rest of his friends were out tonight--ironically, he'd wanted no part of the new horror movie they were going out to see--and, feeling alone and a little bored, he'd remembered Stelian mentioning how terribly lonely poor old Conrad was, how he almost never left home and rarely had any visitors, and he'd decided it might be nice to pay him a visit. They'd met once or twice through the younger vampire, albeit very briefly and without any real interaction, and he'd seemed harmless enough then, although now Teddy was second guessing that recollection.

Teddy made his way to the basement door and, again, knocked, this time quietly. A sudden scuttling sound coming from somewhere behind him nearly made him jump out of his skin, and he spun around just in time to see a shadow disappear into a dark corner. Trembling, too scared to move, he listened. Light footsteps, somewhere across the room.

"M-M-Mr. Von Gottschee? Sir?" His voice came out high and shaky, and he swallowed nervously. "It-it's Teddy, um, S-S-Stelian's friend…" He took a cautious step forward, and suddenly he spotted the vampire, crouched like an animal behind a chair. Realizing he'd been seen, Conrad let out a defensive hiss, fangs bared, and Teddy yelped in surprise, flinching back against a bookshelf. Conrad, startled by the sudden movement, jolted back against the wall with a hiss, and the two remained frozen, eyes locked across the dark room, until finally Teddy saw a spark of recognition on the old vampire's face. Conrad relaxed just the slightest bit--maybe "relaxed" wasn't the right word, he still looked ready to flee, but not so much ready to fight--and Teddy slowly held up his hands.

"I'm--um--s-sorry for--uh--dropping in on you," he stammered, his voice still trembling. "I just w-wanted to, uh-um, s-see if, maybe, um, y-you wanted some c-company…" He mentally smacked himself as he spoke. It sounded stupid now that he was saying it out loud--who in the world randomly visited an almost-complete stranger unannounced? Well, circumstances were different with Conrad, but he still felt like a knucklehead. To his surprise, though, Conrad slowly crept out from his hiding place and cautiously stood upright, hands clasped nervously. He was a tiny little thing, shorter even than Teddy was and easily half his weight, old and frail and frightened-looking, and for a moment Teddy couldn't believe he'd been so afraid of him.

"Company," Conrad repeated thoughtfully, his voice barely a hoarse whisper, and Teddy decided from the lonely, hopeful look on his face that he'd made the right call.

As it turned out, Teddy had come perfectly prepared for the visit. He'd happened upon the old vampire in the midst of a stomachache, and he'd brought a few ginger teabags with him--he thought tea might be nice, and ginger was the only flavor he'd had on hand. He was surprised to find that Conrad had a working kitchen, which the old vampire was eager to show him. The two sat at the table, quietly sipping hot tea together, and, slowly but surely, conversation began to come out. It wasn't long before Conrad began to feel a little better, his sore stomach soothed by the warm ginger, and, to Teddy's surprise, he began to grow livelier as well, clearly excited at the chance to spend time with somebody other than the dust bunnies. His accent was thick, and he substituted more words in German than Teddy could quite follow, but Teddy was glad to listen to him talk.

"Kalt draußen," Conrad observed with a shiver, holding the teacup against his chest. "Is it winter?"

"Almost," said Teddy. "It's November."

"November," Conrad exclaimed. "Schon November. Wissen Sie, back when I was alive, years ago, many years, every Christmas, I used to bake a stollen, every year. You come back Dezember, I will love to make one again for you. If Sie wollen, if you want to. You don't have to."

"Aw, I'd love that," said Teddy, touched. "I could bring ingredients if you wanted."

"Yes, perfekt," said Conrad with a clap of approval.

They went on talking a little longer, their cups long-empty, talking about winter and the holidays and cooking, but it wasn't long before the sky began to lighten outside the windows, and Teddy reluctantly pointed out that Conrad ought to get to bed before the sun came up. He regretfully agreed, still talking as he led Teddy back to the door.

"Dankeschön, Teddy, thank you for coming over. You come back any time you like, Sie sind hier immer willkommen. And don't forget, Dezember!"

Teddy agreed with a yawn, and then he was off, almost too tired to appreciate the sunrise as he walked home. He hadn't intended to stay the entire night; Luna and Bruce would be wondering where he was. He wondered if Conrad would like to spend time with them too, and made a mental note to bring it up sometime. He suspected he might.

[tklpilled]

Alhaitham coming home and following his usual routine.

He takes his boots off, unlocks the door, comes inside, shrugs off his cape, retreats to his room to change his clothes.

As usual, he passes by Kaveh’s doorway. “I’m home.”

“Mm.”

He stops dead in his tracks, noticing his roommate staring ahead blankly at the wall. His breathing is choppy, almost as if his chest was heaving.

“Kaveh?”

When the blonde turns to Alhaitham, the scribe is quick to notice tears in his eyes.

“Can I… Can I come in?”

A slow, tiny nod, followed by a quivering lip.

“Is uh- is everything alright?”

Kaveh closes his eyes and shakes his head, using the heels of his hands to press his tears away. “Life moves pretty fast, doesn’t it?”

Alhaitham sits down apprehensively next to Kaveh on the bed, crisscrossing his legs. “What do you mean?”

“It’s just-“ Kaveh blows out a careful exhale. “Everything is changing before my eyes. People I’ve known for years are leaving and I don’t know what to do with myself. Change is terrifying. I- I don’t… I just feel like I’m left behind.” His hands come up to wipe his frustrated tears.

Alhaitham places a hand on the small of the blonde’s back. “You’re right; everything is going really fast. People are going to come and go, but it’s important to have a strong sense of stability. I know how you like your routines and consistencies, but change is inevitable.”

“But that’s just it… what happens to me now? Who am I now that I don’t have them anymore? I’ve known nothing but this part of my life for the past two years, and now?” Kaveh looks up at Alhaitham, sobs bubbling up in his chest. “Who even am I?”

The scribe is quick to pull the blonde into a soft, tender hug. “You’re a better you than you were two years ago,” he answers simply.

Kaveh closes his eyes and weeps as he rests his head on the other’s shoulder. Alhaitham’s right hand gently traces patterns into his back, cradling the other male against his body. “There, there…” he soothes, gently running his fingers through the blonde hair beneath his hand.

The architect hums and rests his cheek against his roommate’s shoulder, relaxing his face a bit as residual tears patter onto Alhaitham’s clothes. “Thank you… for listening…”

“Anytime, Kaveh. Now get some sleep,” Alhaitham hushes, carefully adjusting the two of them to a laying position. “I’ve got you…”

no do not ask if I am ok

UGH THEYRE SO...!.!!:!!::&:&;'mfm me when the when they they when the you the when. also i'm giving both you and kaveh a hug. especially you.

[voidselfshipp]

Whirlpool

Cw: body horror,angst,Michaels descent into madness and tma spoilers.

Summary: the night Michael becomes an avatar, he goes to the one person that he knows Will help.

->Only mutuals allowed to reblog.

A/n: havent finished tma yet so I dont know the specifics. Thats not gonna stop me tho,enjoy this hurt/comfort-y fic.

Jerico was just closing up shop for the night,her body is tense, Like the strings of waves that form her faux muscles and skin are taut like ropes on a ship.

Theres something picking at the back of her mind,something that its not sitting right, Like waves breaking against stone,something thats disturbing the water.

Shes about to flip the store's sign to show the back that says "closed".

And then the strangest thing happens,a door appears in the middle of the street, white,simple,unassuming. It reeks with weird magic,spiraling, almost disorienting, her eyes take a second to focus.

"Oh no" her pupils widen and her heart beat is fast and her body feels both weak and strong with the rush of adrenaline, Like a dangerous waterfall.

The door slams with a horrible dry thud sound, a figure collapses onto the wet pavement of the empty street, dead Weight limp.

Jerico's breath leaves her,she doesnt need to breathe but it feels like theres not enough oxygen in the world to supply her thundering heart.

She recognizes the figure,oh yes she does,she recognizes that fluffy Orange hair and that soft mischevious hair. She holds him close to her chest, dragging him to the sidewalk, the door dissipates.

--Michael--jer breathes out,feeling Like shes going to pass out her heads light.

--Jer...ico--Michael has no breath, his eyes are endless swirling spirals that flicker in and out of view, she gets glimpses of his beautiful brown eyes that look like swirling morning coffee with the streetlights.

--What...what happened?--she asked,trying to scoop him into her arms with a desesperation akin to human feelings. His body slips from her grasp like hes melting,like hes literally slipping past her fingers,his flesh like goopy liquid that pools on her Palms.

--I- I think we succeeded.-- he said--But...it hurts,im- I cant move...I could barely- barely get he-here-- he coughs,spitting blood onto the pavement,but it seems to seep into the concrete.

--Al-alright...--She stuttered, confused, mind blank-- lets- lets get inside

The weather is ever indiferent to the situation below it, overcast night, not a ray of moonlight to be seen. Theres a horrible chill in the air, she drags his body to the entrance,his limbs stretching and retracting like his body is struggling to Keep a coherent form.

She gets to the entrance of the shop, she passes like usual but...Michael doesnt. He hits that barrier,she tries one,two,three times,but he cant.

"Hes not human"is the realization that hits her like shes deep,deep underwater under the hadal pressure of the sea.

The only way in for him in is for her to invite him.

Michael knows how the barrier works,she doesnt say it outloud,she has to think it.

"You are allowed in"

Finally,the barrier subsides and lets him in,she lays him across the floor where he is a mess of tangled stretching limbs.

He knows shes worried and scared,he smiles weakly to try and put his hand on her cheek--Hey...hey beautiful its...its...--He cant bring himself to say the words.

--just breathe....--She said softly, stroking his beautiful fluffy Orange hair-- calm down

Michael tries to Keep his mind on her voice, he tries to Keep that smile, to calm jer down as his body burns with searing hot pain. His atoms feel like theyre trying to pull away from eachother and re-arrange in an unatural way, twisted,curling inwards and outwards in a tight,coiling spiral.

Theres a brief silence as she thinks about what to do,hes become an avatar fornThe Spiral. Hes no longer human,and her brain cant think of a protocol to follow, she tossed and turns up all the knowledge she has in her mental library.

So Many stories...so many, there has to be something here somewhere.

And the silent moments drag on and on,painful,stresing. Only broken with Michael's ragged sharp breaths.

--Im..im gong to be okay,right- right jer?--His voice breaks her from her stupor, naively hopeful,cracking with big puppy dog eyes.

Bless her heart,for she cannot lie. So for a moment,shes silent as a grave.

One shaky inhale is all it takes to center in, she clears her throat,nodding to herself as if shes debating within her mind. --Okay...okay-- jerico breathes out, regaining that composture thats so characteristic of her.

Looking down at him,her eyes scan the limbs that grow and retract, she notes that they are slowly subsiding as time passes

Its just like when she first took human form.

Which means...

--Okay,heres what I need you to do--She hates how he looks at her, so trusting of her judgement.-- I need you to breathe, deep,as deep as you can, reach out to your body, your limbs. Theyre still yours, theyll obey you

--my- my whole body hurts-- he says with a pained chuckle.

--Good, well- not good good-- she shakes her head,rolling her shoulder back to stop herself from going off track-- anchor to that pain, one limb at a time, go at your own pace. Itll help you feel your body. Connect with it again,do what feels right

Michael nodds and she knows she doesnt want his life in her hands. Not out of selfishness of course,if something happened to him because a wrong desicion she made,jerico could never forgive herself.

But he does as hes told, his concentrates first on the hand thats on her cheek. He uses the pain across his tendons like conduits, as if hes rewiring his nervous system.

He feels the smoothness of her skin, his thumb strokes her cheekbone, he feels autonomy over his hand, and then the other.

Then,his legs,one at a time.

Finally,his breath becomes normal,still shaky,but stable.

Carefully,he sits up,blinking a little as he settles down. His body feels different, still coiling but...not painfully. He opens and closes his fist, then he looks at jer and finally gives her a genuine smile.

--Th-Thank you-- he says

Jerico scoffs in disbelief before breaking down into loud,loud sobbing. Her throat produces Sharp cries that scratch her vocal chords, she launches himself at him and cries.waterfall of tears, salty and warm.

He holds her and rocks her side to side,cooing-- Im okay,im okay,all thanks to you

She wails with loud sharp cries,muttering things like "I was so scared" , "I dont want to lose you". Moments later shes talking in full spanish and he doest understand a Word.

Jerico is like a banshee by that point,crying and screaming with stress and fear,shes weak and melts against his body that holds her tight like a dam around a waterfall.

--Easy,easy-- he reassured her,soft and lulling-- im okay,im here, Because of you...

His eyes fall on the clock on the far wall and...its already four am. How long have they been at this?

When she pulls away,she looks a mess, eyes red and lip quivering. Her hair falls messily on her face and she can barely hold his gaze.

Michael goes to undo her bun,to let her hair fall naturally around her face. His hand goes to pull back the stray strands when he notices sharp,long claws where his fingers used to be.

--Thats...New-- he mutters,being extra carefull and hooking the ends of his claws to the hairs to pull them back safely.--Just breathe, itll be fine

Jerico does calm down eventually, she sniffs a little and rubbs her eyes. She then looks up at him,has he always been that tall?

--I think...I think we need some tea--He offered with a reassuring smile.

She chuckles,nodding-- alright...okay

He stands up,finding his footing like a newborn deer. Then,he offers his hand and pulls her up, she takes it.

The walk down the corridor and up the stairs to the second floor is deathly silent. She makes tea with a grief filled look in her eyes, she doesnt know how hes going to take the News.

But she settles the cups down on the coffee table when theyre done, she sits by his side and he pulls her into a hug. Jerico is taken by surprise as her green eyes widen and he squeezes her.

Michael takes his tea and drinks from it, sweet and heartwarming that helps him calm down. He looks at her like nothing ever happened, still smiling.

--So...--She says,unsure, faltering-- do- do you know what you are now?

He cleared his throat--I- yes...im an avatar,right? Of- of the spiral

--Yes...

--which means im no longer human-- he followed up,so far he was sort of on boat-- thats why I couldnt pass past the barrier earlier..

Jerico nodded, taking one long sip of her drink. That was enough to unsettle her companion-- what Gertrude mightve not told you,or well- know, is that avatars have a tendency to... lose their humanity as time goes on

He stops what hes doing, and blinks slowly--...What?

--So- so youre basically a vessel for the spiral, youll act on its impulses, you- you might start seeing things its way,not yours-- she sees him start to freak out-- BUT! but you can fight against it,ill...I can help

Michael seems to settle down, and nodds--I- okay,I trust you

And again comes that sting,shes willing to give it a try. She scoots closer and one of his hands cups her cheek, and Michael kisses her. Its brief,meaningful.

--Thank you-- he says with a warm smile.

--Im always here-- she promised, willing to bet her very essence on it-- youre not going to face this alone

All he can give in response is another kiss, still short but embued with love. And once their drinks are finished and the Sky pushes into sunrise,They cuddle on the couch.

The day is still overcast,and the curtains are drawn in her home. Its dark,and cozy,comforting.

Jerico holds on to Michael, close to her chest to Keep him safe,praying and hoping.

However,the Years wouldnt be kind to the New avatar. Even with his trusty friend,Michael doesnt take long to lose what he was, be it because of unfortunate circumstances or fate itself.

Hes almost irrecognizable,a mischevious,uncaring,blood thirsty entity. A wide disturbing smile with too Many sharp teeth, an echoing disorienting laugh to replaced the bubbly laughter he once had.

Jerico watches horrified, she managed to contain the damage The Spiral could inflict upon her Friends psyche. She gave him advice, she supported him, she went over their best and worst moments together.

When he was around her,he was that good ol' sweet Michael. Once he left though, oh what a stark contrast.

Yet,his Love for her never died,he still clung to that bit of humanity in him. Love, ever persevering and ever present.

This New,irrecognizable form, it wasnt his, its not his. But he wears it with pride,a twisted,Coiling, writhing spiral of hatred for the world as it is and the humans that live within it.

But even after Jerico does find someone else, Gertrudes replacement no less,hes happy for her. There are things he cant give her, of that hes sure.

Yet if his love for her was still there,who said it wasnt mutual?. Whenever the time is right,he'll make his move

In the meantime,he'll watch from the sidelines,cause a bit of trouble, enjoy his time spent with the one person who has never stopped loving him even after everything hes done and maybe,just maybe help out that wet cat of an archivist if the situation calls for it.

Deep within him,within her as well, that loving flame still burns ever brighter.

There were things these entities couldnt take away, a hopeful confort perhaps, that showed theyre not all powerful.

Michael just comforms to sit on that old sofa and drink a cup of tea as he laughs his ribs off with his best friend for eternity. That,was perhaps, enough for him.

Yes. Yes It was enough

[soylent-robot]

ORKS ORKS ORKS

i entered a fugue state and did a review of the orks 10e index

orks are back! like actual mobs of orks and not a load of dinky mario karts! the changes to morale means ork mobs arent just going to bleed models anymore, and their stratagems are worth a dang now too. tldr im excited to throw down a vast tide of green and say "chew through that" again. the enhancement i really like is Follow Me Ladz for a flat +2" movement to any unit you like, even warbikers. the real tricky part will be deciding which character goes in which unit, because they all hand out some really good buffs but dont have any rules that let you wedge two leaders into one unit, outside of the regular boyz mob.

battlewagon is here for firing deck 22. you can shove all kinds of shooty nonsense in here, like burna boyz, flash gitz, lootas. theres also ferrying meganobz around of course. its own weapons are incidental, im thinking to just give it a deff rolla and let the riders handle the shooting. the trukk is the smaller transport option with a built in 6++ and firing deck 12, but has no assault ramp style rule like it used to. still it will be good for ferrying smaller units about.

beastsnagga boyz are fine with their 6+ FNP, theyre mainly here for bodyguarding the beastboss, who is an absolute monster. pack them in a hunta rig to get them in fast. the beastboss on squigosaur are pretty much daemon princes, theyre hard as nails with T10 and 3+/5++/4+++, and hand out charge re-rolls which is pretty good now the orks dont have that by default. mozrog is the same but doesnt hand out the charge re-roll, instead just beating the absolute shit out of anything he runs into. i prefer the charge re-roll aura tho. the painboss can only join beastsnagga boyz now, upgrades his unit's FNP to 5+, and once per battle can return D3 dead models to his unit. hes fine, but hes not the beastboss, so hes going to sit on the shelf. squighog boyz put out a respectable amount of damage 2 melee attacks and ignore all moving modifiers, alongside the boss's charge re-roll theyre going to get to where they want easily. theyre a surprising T7 as well, so tougher than they look. the squig riding nob is still a separate character for some reason but ignore that and put him in the unit for a bit of extra punch, and he can take follow me ladz for a further movement boost. hunta rigs are a good mix of anti monster/anti vehicle shooting and melee, and they can somehow pack 21 models inside, so thats two mobs of 9 or 10 beastsnagga boyz with their own beastboss each. the kill rig holds only 11 models and can hand out a strength buff, but the main thing here is the horrific wurrtower weapon, a S12 AP -3 damage D6 torrent bastard that you want to use overwatch on all the time.

the warboss goes in your mob of boyz or nobz, hands out a bonus to melee hit rolls, and kills shit. the warboss in mega armour goes in your mob of meganobz, hands out a bonus to melee hit rolls, and kills shit. hes here to kill shit and buff his unit with enhancements. dont forget about that epic challenge stratagem to kill specific shit!

the weirdboy has some kind of psychic shooting attack, but nevermind that, it can teleport its boyz mob around like some kind of monochrome cavalier. gagging for a plastic model, please GW. the wurrboy on the other hand joins beastsnagga boyz and messes with enemy battleshock tests, which is alright but not something the index is really focused on. his LAZER EYES got a substantial shooting buff however, going to D6 shots at S8 AP -3 D3.

both types of big mek hand out an invun against shooting to their unit, but no longer give it to the vehicle they ride in, and also hand out hit rerolls of 1 when shooting. the mega armour version has an unexpected medic type rule to return models to his unit, which is kinda crazy when that unit is meganobz. the non armour version handing a 5++ to a mob of 20 boyz will give a surprisingly hardy objective grabber. the shokk attack gun version goes with some lootas and blows shit up, but is probably too unreliable over taking the regular big mek for that 5++. basic meks are going to be stretched thin, because they can hand out a bonus to hit rolls for nearby vehicles (and i do mean nearby, only 3", so dont zoom off and leave them alone).

nobz have a lot of good melee attacks and are pretty tough if a warboss is leading them. give them all power klaws and big choppas and go to town. the nob with waaagh banner can call the waaagh for his unit only a second time in a battle, and is OC 5 when the waaagh is in play. unfortunately he doesnt get the benefits of similar elites characters like lieutenants and foetid virion, and will hog a whole character slot to himself without letting a warboss into his unit.

out of the four flyers, the dakkajet & wazbommer are still the ones worth looking at, with the dakkajet getting 18 shots when in rapid fire range with its 3 twin supa shootas (always give it the third one) that always get critical hits. itll never happen but that 36 hits is always a faint hope. the wazbommer meanwhile puts out a big pile of nasty blast attacks and can swap its grenades keyword out for a 4++.

boyz are some real good ladz in this index, i promise. theyre still T5, they dont bleed models to morale anymore, and if you start with a mob of 20 you can add 2 leaders to them, one of which must be a warboss. the other leader can add some great buffs to this big unit: a weirdboy gives you a teleporting hammer unit (though it might be difficult to find a place to teleport such a big unit to), a big mek or painboy to sit on an objective and be invincible with that 5++ against shooting or 5+ FNP, and the nob with waaagh banner to give the unit an extra waaagh (which also buff's the warboss's melee attacks again). you can really mix and match some powerful buffs into this unit.

gretchin generate CP for standing on objectives and they have OC2. youll always be taking at least one of these units to sit on your home objective, because free CP. zodgrod can join a unit and give them scouts 9" (yes 9") and some fun little buffs that make them a tiny bit harder to kill. when the waaagh is up, his unit becomes move 12", which can be a surprise objective grab.

hey burna boyz might be a real unit this time, right? overwatch is cool, yeah? they get full wound rerolls with their flamers against units on objectives, thats a thing right?

lootas need to sit still to fire good (bs 6+ with heavy, oof) but a mek can help with that. if they shoot a unit thats near an objective, they get full rerolls to hit however. their deffguns are pretty likely to remove whole marines with each hit when they do hit, but theyre hampered by having to bring along some dorks who dont have deffguns. stick them in the back with a regular big mek for that 5++.

tankbustas would be good with their D3 rokkit launchas and hit/wound bonus when shooting vehicles, but theyre locked into a unit of 5 with very specific equipment based on their ancient finecast kit. new plastic kit please!

boss snikrot hands out a once per game teleport to his unit of kommandos. he also stabs good, but hes got no special battleshock rules despite his killer reputation. kommandos themselves have a big dumb list of upgrades im going to ignore in favour of just giving them a breacha ram, a burna, and a distraction grot who can give out a 5++ against shooting once per game. with infiltrate and stealth they can grab objectives early and be hard to shift with the grot.

grotsnik is no longer a hindrance to moving around, and lets his unit fall back and charge, very useful. hes also handing out a 5+ FNP to a mob of 20 boyz, which is stupid and good. he also hits like a truck. the regular painboy also hands out 5+ FNP and can return D3 dead models to his unit once per battle. 

the deffkilla wartrike can join units of warbikes now, and its melee attack doesnt hit like a wet sponge anymore. 6 warbikes and the deffkilla is a big pile of tough wounds to deal with, and they auto advance 6" on top of moving 12". with the waaagh, ere we go and follow me ladz, this unit goes 14", auto advance 8", charge 2d6+2" and that sounds like an easy first turn charge to me. warbikers themselves are T6 with 3 wounds apiece, and put out a crazy amount of fire with their dakkaguns.

deffkoptas are stupid because rokkit launchas are stupid because they now fire d3 shots and have blast, and theyre still a flat 3 damage. goodbye marines.

flash gitz can get up to 4 shots each and hit on a 4+ if they stay still, with some slightly better than a heavy bolter guns. they really need badrukk with them, who hands out full hit rerolls when shooting.

meganobz tear shit apart with their pile of attacks at minimum damage 2, and they get devastating wounds during a waaagh. they can be joined by a big mek for a 4++ against shooting, useful cos they have no native invulnerable save, but you probably want to go with a warboss in mega armour for that bonus to their hit rolls. follow me ladz on their leader boosts them up to move 7", and with ere we go theyre surprisingly fast. attaching ghaz might actually be a downgrade since he provides lethal hits, which skips the opportunity to trigger devastating wounds during a waaagh.

im not sure what ghazghkull is doing this time. he wants to go in a unit of meganobz because he lost his wound-per-phase cap, but if he does that he cant ride in a battlewagon cos of his fat ass taking up 18 slots (19 including makari). hes move 5" and theres no way to speed him up or deep strike him outside of the ere we go strat. hes terrifying in melee yes but hes going to find it very hard to get there

in mario kart, the boomdakka snazzwagon vomits out a load of anti light infantry shooting, but orks wont struggle with that sort of target. the kustom boostablasta is a confused mix of close range torrent and long range shooting, neither of which is that exciting, but it does hand out a hit penalty to units it shoots. the megatrakk scrapjet gets free mortals when it charges, but its melee isnt as good as it used to be. it still puts out a nice amount of damage 3 rokkit attacks though, but needs mek support to hit. the rukkatrukk squigbuggy is still here, but its two launchas are consolidated into one, and its putting out 6+D6 shots instead of 3D6. its the only real source of indirect fire in the index tho so i think theyll still be a mainstay for pushing that damage around. the shokkjump dragsta is a sniper buggy now with a nasty precision gun that hits on a 3+(!) and it can still teleport so good luck avoiding getting your support characters exploded.

stormboyz max out at 10 models now, and luckily the nob can still get the power klaw despite the kit not having one. theyre fast with built in advance & charge, and theyre the only deep striking unit here, so theyll be useful for some late game objective grabbing as always. boss zagstruk allows his unit to re-roll charges on the turn they deep strike and hands out hit rerolls in melee. if youre taking a full unit of stormboyz intending to punch stuff hes pretty much vital to that enterprise, but not for the small mob of 5 objective grabbers.

i dont think deff dreads are tough enough to take. they dont hand out any cool buffs like the helbrutes, and any real anti-vehicle firepower is going to look at them and theyll vanish. killa kanz dont suffer from morale anymore but theyre merely okay. they have bs 4+ on their guns but they can also hand out mortal wounds to your own army if youre unlucky, and theyre not particularly tough or fast. gorkanauts and morkanauts are big dumb piles of wounds with good melee and okay firepower. the morkanaut no longer hands out a 5++ aura, sad face. it really depends on their cost if theyre good or not, because they need a lot of mek support to land their hits. the stompa is uh big. i respect anybody who fields one, good luck.

mek gunz! theyre fun and goofy and would sit at the back blasting shit, but none of them have indirect fire :( . bubblechukkas have 3 random profiles and i dont want to deal with that. mega kannons and traktor kannons are probably worth a look, especially the traktor's silly anti-fly 2+ and devastating wounds, slapping out up to 7 mortals per shot if something unluckly flies in their line of sight. they will fold like cardboard the moment something looks at them funny.

im not talking about the fortifications are you crazy.