#nobody's having a good time

[electrikworm]

We'll find her

In the immediate aftermath of Omega giving herself up to the Empire, Hunter confronts Crosshair.

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Content warning: Nothing I can think of

We probably won't get to see any of this in the show, so I wanted to write something short.

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Dread claws it's way deep into Hunter's chest as he climbs the numerous steps leading to Shep's house two at a time. Something feels horribly wrong. Hunter's suspicions are only further confirmed by the Empire's ships leaving.

They wouldn't go if they hadn't gotten what they wanted.

Hunter can't seem to run fast enough, heart beating against his ribs like it wants to break them. Batcher sprints along side him, looking blissfully unaware of the gravity of the situation.

Lungs burning, Hunter opens the door to their friends house. He knows Omega won't be inside, can't stop the way his blood runs cold as he scans the room and doesn't spot her.

Lyana's knelt on the floor next to Wrecker, who's laying on the couch, still out cold. AZI-3's hovering nearby.

“Where's Omega?” Hunter burst out, panic lacing his words.

Lyana looks at him, fear and worry twisting her expression. The look says more than anything she or the medical droid could say.

“Hunter.” A voice, Crosshair's voice, says from behind him. Hunter snaps around, futile hope once again dashed as he spots his brother standing alone. Hunter can't help the annoyance he feels. He steps out through the door, closing it behind him. What ever discussion he's about to have with Crosshair isn't one Hunter wants to have in front of Lyana. He won't risk scaring her more.

“Where is she Crosshair?”Hunter hisses, voice low. Crosshair just stands there, helmet hanging loosely in his hand, vacant look in his eyes. “What happened?”

“Omega...” Crosshair forces out.

“Where is she?” Hunter snaps, shoving Crosshair for emphasis. Batcher immediately pushes herself between the brothers as Crosshair staggers backwards a few steps.

The sniper takes a shaky breath, Hunter can hear the way he swallows dryly from a good meter away. “Plan 99.”

The tears that had steadily been building in Hunter's eyes spill across his cheeks. “Why didn't you stop her?” He yells, pushing past the lurca hound to grab his brother's shoulders. “You were supposed to keep her hidden! Safe!”

Crosshair's eyes narrow. “She wouldn't listen to reason!”

“You should have tried harder.”

Crosshair shoves Hunter off, glaring. “Don't touch me.” He hisses, voice breaking.

“You let them take her!” Hunter steps forward, not fully sure what he intends to do, only knowing that the fear and anger building in his chest is letting itself be known one way or another. Batcher brushes against his legs again, whining softly.

Crosshair flinches, air catching in his throat. “I didn't!”

“They're taking Omega back there, back to Tantiss,” Hunter snaps, “because you let her sacrifice herself!”

This time, Crosshair's the one to push Hunter. “I didn't just let them take her! There was a plan...” His voice falters and gives out as he talks. Hunter clenches his fists.

“What plan could ever justify Omega giving herself up?” Crosshair looks pained at Hunter's words. “There's no telling what they'll do to her this time!”

Hunter steps forward again, Crosshair looking like he might do the same as well. From years of living with his vode, Hunter can tell things are about to get ugly. Batcher seems to be able to tell too, barking a couple times at both of them.

The door to the Hazard house sliding open with a hiss makes them both stop dead in their tracks, heads turning to look at it. Hunter expects to see Lyana poking her head out, no doubt disturbed by the argument outside.

Instead, it's Wrecker in the doorway. He looks like he's just barely managing to stay upright, eyes half lidded, pupils flicking erratically between his brothers.

“Th- The... Marauder.” Wrecker slurs, gesturing vaguely in what he must believe is the ship's direction. His expression is pinched with pain, his breathing laboured. Every word seems to take enormous effort to force out. “Under attack.”

As their vod steps forward weakly, both Hunter and Crosshair rush to try and steady him. He's already fallen to his knees when they get to him, but they stop Wrecker from hitting his head on the floor. Wrecker's body is almost limp against them holding him up by his shoulders, crouched closely next to him.

“Calm down.” Crosshair has the same concerned tone to his voice Hunter has hear him use countless times as they grew up.

“Wha- Wha's happ'ning?” Wrecker's voice falters more with every word, his breathing becoming barely more than gasps. “Omega?” His eyes are suddenly wide open as he frantically looks about, starts trying to get up.

“Wrecker, no.” Hunter tries, emotions painfully obvious in his voice. He and Crosshair have to fight to keep a grip on their brother, stop him from hurting himself. The weak way Wrecker pulls against them holding him is concerning. He doesn't seem to hear them, Wrecker's own word becoming progressively panicked and unintelligible.

As Wrecker takes a particularly unsteady breath, his head suddenly drops forwards and he goes completely still. The world goes almost silent, if Hunter couldn't hear his brother's hearts beating hard and fast. Crosshair mutters quiet encouragements as he checks their largest brothers pulse, like he's trying to keep Wrecker from dying through telling him not to. Hunter should just tell him that he can still hear Wrecker's heart, but the words die on his tongue.

“I tried to make it clear to him that standing up in his state would do him more harm than good.” AZI-3 states, hovering his way out of the house followed closely by Lyana. The girl's eyes are wide, terrified.

Crosshair glares at the droid as he starts lifting Wrecker's arm to sling it across his shoulder. Hunter wordlessly helps him, their combined effort getting Wrecker back onto the couch with relative ease.

The twisted ball of anger in Hunter's chest fully transforms to worry as he watches Crosshair adjust Wrecker's motionless form on the piece of furniture barely big enough to accommodate him. Batcher bumps her snout into Wrecker's limp hand, making small, sad noises as she fails to get any response from the large clone.

“His vitals remain stable.” AZI-3 informs them. At Crosshair's request, the medical droid also fills them in on the damage Wrecker sustained. Burns, broken ribs and some embedded shrapnel. Lyana shudders as AZI explains how he removed pieces of the Marauder from Wrecker's skin.

“I'm glad I didn't have to watch that.” She mumbles under her breath.

According to AZI-3, Wrecker's burns could have been a lot worse if he hadn't landed in water. It's a small mercy, but Hunter will take anything at this point.

Hunter sits on the floor near Wrecker's legs, hit by a sudden wave of exhaustion. “The plan, what was it?” Hunter asks, turning to look at his kih'vod. Crosshair cringes at Hunter's question, looking pained by the thought.

“I was supposed to tag the ship taking Omega.” Hunter already knows what Crosshair's going to say next. “I missed.” Crosshair's voice cracks and he closes his eyes, tears threatening to fall across his cheeks.

Of course Omega would suggest something so risky, with such a high chance of going wrong. Hunter wants to be angry at Crosshair, his betrayal still fresh even if they've started to work through it. He can't truly find it in himself to hold this against his kih'vod.

It's been bothering Omega more and more. She blames herself for so much, despite every attempt they've made to assure her she's not at fault. The truth is, nobody could have stopped Omega, even if the thought sickens Hunter.

“I know what you're thinking.” Crosshair says, focusing on their unconscious brother rather than looking at Hunter. He's got a hand placed carefully on Wrecker's shoulder. With the other, he occasionally checks his brother's pulls or if he's still breathing. “If you're going to accuse me of missing the shot on purpose, or still working with the Empire, just get it over with.” A tear drops from Crosshair's face onto Wrecker's chest plate.

Hunter's chest hurts at his little brother's defeated tone. “We're going to find her, Cross. We won't stop until we've got her back.”

Disturbing batcher from her spot at Wrecker's side, Hunter moves closer to Crosshair, putting his hand on his brothers arm. Surprise crosses the sniper's expression, but morphs to something closer to determination.

“We'll find her.” Hunter repeats. “Together.”

[saphstories]

Sonic Droid probably has a wheelchair when his legs give out on him

He has good days and bad days

Except that stubborn hedgehog refuses to admit he's having a bad day until he collapses and is forced to use the wheelchair.

Knuckles and Amy have had to force him in whenever that happens.

It's not fun for anyone.

[emacrow]

He has offically lost his mind.

Warning of murder and talk of blood and Vivisection.

The Riddler, also known as Edward Nygma, drives in the stolen family car as fast as the speed limit could take him out of Amity Park.

His green riddler outfit was coated in blood that wasn't his, lightly glancing at Jazz, his distant niece in the passenger seat.

Her eyes were baggy and red as she sniffed, holding onto the three bundles in her arms.

A 2 year old toddler that was his nephew and two newborn(neverborn, uncle eddy, they neverborns.) Jack fenton sitting in the back between Sam and Tucker looking awkward as hell.

He had read the letter two days ago and visited his distant half-sister Maddie. He wasn't expecting his distant niece to be tied up in chair, some warp verison of the fear containment bubble, weakly crying and begging for them to let danny go.

He expected worse from his half-sister, but in that basement... it was like a living nightmare brought to life before his very eyes.

That was Danny on that table. His favorite little munckin of a deaged nephew with inverted coloring muffled screaming into a fenton mouth gag while Maddie digging into his chest with Jack tremblingly behind her, his large hand shakenly so much holding a jar with two babies in it, eyes glancing at Maddie and Danny with some sort of realization peaking in his glance.

Edward cautiously tips toe down the stairs as quietly as he can, holding his question mark staff as he listened on.

"M-Maddie, ph-Danny might be telling the truth. He is bleeding red now!"

"Oh, Jack, remember ghosts tend to mimic and possessed people around us. Phantom had been living right under our noses and using our sweet Danny like living costume, look how small he gotten afterall, Who knows how long he has the time to copy all Danny's personality to sabotage our weapons. Now be a sweetheart and hand me that bone mallet." The way his half-sister sounds so cold yet sweet made Edward sick to his stomach as he was inching closer, holding his staff at the right angle for a clean shot at her head.

"No. No, this is wrong. That Dann-o, that's our baby, Maddie! He has the exact scar on his left midsection from the fishing trip. Ghosts don't heal from scars when they are dead, Maddie!" Jack shook his head, taking a step or two back from Maddie. His face was becoming paler. Jack looked as though he was going to lose his lunch at any moment with horror in his eyes.

"That Thing Is Not danny anymore when it -" Maddie turned to yell at Jack was when Eddie struck. Hitting her hard in the head was a clean knockout.

"E-eddie?" Jack, look wide-eyed at Edward Nygma, who looks ready to swing at him but stopped, glancing at table.

"Sew Danny up now, or I swear to Meemaw Gretchen, I'll beat you within every inch of your life if he doesn't make it." Eddie growled as he hit Maddie one more time for good measure with the staff.

He thought she was clear from the insanity that was their mom, but apparently not.

He pushed back the flashback and kept focusing on driving. Those GIW creep tried to ambush him one more time, then he got a bloody cane to beat them with too.

Part 1 here <- part 3 -> here

[giarossin]

istg the moment i saw jayce d**th threats i realised how much i overestimated cognitive abilities of this fandom. they were just happy to jump on a hate train without taking a second to comprehend what even happened. "his mind [fucking] suffered", viktor told y'all himself. not to mention what horrors he saw in arcane backrooms. not to mention viktor literally wanted him to destroy the hexcore before he became jesus and literally dumped him because he didn't do it.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

january month of yuugi

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The Wizard Cowboy War (Wizboys VS Cowards) continues on.

[claraoswalds]

#mrs flood who are you: time lord edition

[sunnibits]

some people really need to learn how to knock

[xy-is-i]

Just thinking about Dick freaking out over losing his title of best uncle to Jason.

Dick showing up to take Lian out and give Roy a break only to hear she's having a fun day with Jason

Dick walking into the room with the toy he knows Lian really wanted, only to find out Jason got it for her first.

Dick showing up to game night at Roy's only to find Jason already there.

Just Dick getting increasingly frustrated and his rival Jason having no clue well the the rest watch on in humor and exasperation. Roy finds the who thing hilarious.

Picturing it all coming to a head when Dick is babysitting Lian and she shows him a new photo they put up. Dick all dejectivly being like, "look, it's you and your favorite uncle."

The pure shock and joy he feels when Lian tells him he wrong and her favorite uncle is "you uncle Dickie, duh!"

The door opening and Lian shouting "Papa!" As dick turns to excitedly tell Roy what Lian said only to see it's Jason who's holding Lian.

Dick just bluescreening.

[fear-no-mort]

favourite thing: his new habit of saying uhuh/mhm and also this

[basket-of-loquats]

I headcanon kremy as a lightweight. Sure he’s spent his spent his life around booze in the casinos and gamblers dens and what not, but personally he’s always preferred a sensible cigarette over any other kind of substance, and he only drinks very casually or when someone important offers him a toast and it’s rude to say no. It doesn’t take much to get him drunk, and when he is, his carefully constructed suave persona is ruined and he becomes a giddy mess, slurring with an accent so thick that people can’t even tell what he’s saying. Idk idk I just think it’s cute the amount of times he fails the constitution saving throw even when he hasn’t had that much to drink esp compared to the other members

[madamemiz]

kels n kerfs ft 10 ft tall wife

when does he get to be carried around like a purse dog

[bacchuschucklefuck]

dreaming abt sophomore year class swap bard!riz

[triglycercule]

alright,,,,,is this newyears gift,,,,,, i dont no. but maybe it's late enough that i'll be able to forget that i drew this 😁😁😁😁 mttpoly doodles. whoever sees this sees this

[sciderman]

this isn't THRIVING... this is FALLING APART... with STYLE

[loadingbnha]

THE MOMENT NAOMASA REALIZED THE EXTENT OF WHO ALL MIGHT ACTUALLY IS

For refrence; a side by side comparison of how Naomasa knows All Might vs how Toshinori is when he actually lets loose