#rot in hell Jimmy

[stari-hun]

No one will ever know Jimmy better than Curly, and no one knows what he did like Curly does. In relation to the “past incident” on earth, Jimmy never shows thought to it or guilt, it’s Curly who says we had to get always from it despite Jimmy being the person who was the source of the past incident. Not only did he do nothing for Anya for the sake of “keeping the peace”, but despite the way Curly would've seen through the years together how Jimmy treats women, he didn't think to stay around them at all times like a buffer when we see him do the same thing between Swansea and Daisuke. Which is so much more important to think about when Daisuke isn't even uncomfortable around Swansea, Anya is clearly uncomfortable around Jimmy!

It all goes back to the fact that Curly trusts Jimmy wholeheartedly, believes in goodness being buried in him deep down, but while he's aware he would assault someone physically, it never crosses his mind that he would ever sexually assault someone. Which ALSO goes back into the culture of men never thinking their close friends would be capable of such crimes, Curly going from a bystander mostly due to ignorance and blind trust in a friend is then sentenced to be capable of nothing BUT being a bystander. The slippery slope of "Oh if he fights someone I can break it up, if he hits someone I can deescalate more and help everyone make up plus we have Anya as a nurse to help them heal: Jimmy lashes out but it comes from his own pain and he doesn't mean it". He knows Jimmy has been violent before, and he knows he can do it again. He doesn't consider repeated violent acts can escalate to something he wouldn't be able to control or deescalate in the same way he's always been able to. Curly literally sees the warning signs and assumes it'll be the same actions he's always seen from Jimmy, the same thing he had always handled.

[garbeanery]

Hearing Jimmy complain about giving Curly his painkillers is insane considering the other treatments that he probably needs. Since Curly's eyelids were burnt off, he needs his eyeballs to be consistently lubricated or else he would lose his vision and he can still see considering he could see jimmy grab the gun, and also see jimmy from the cryopod. The fact he isn't horribly infected or dead yet??? Painkillers is only one part, but the actual treatments so that Curly has enough fluids and is able to breathe is miracle work.

[fail-sco0b]

Kinda obsessed with this game

[aria-greenhoodie]

So. That dental hygiene game, am I right, guys?

Click for Quality!

[sticcmann]

I hate him SO MUCH 👹👹👹

[ineedcoffee-sigyn]

Finished it~ hope you all like this drawing of them two

[new-forcasting]

daisuke. that goddamn useless ray of sunshine. he was not meant for the world of alcohol and insanity and adults that couldn't even take on the responsibility of an intern. nineteen years old, and he'll never reach twenty. nobody will remember seeing his smile that lit up the whole room, nobody will remember the eagerness in which he trusted everyone, even me. he was not capable of understanding the hated hidden behind layers of lies and lives lost in the derailment of being stuck in this goddamned fucking place. he was never meant for this place. god, if i could get my hands on his fucking parents right now. i'd beat it into their fucking heads that their son was so far from being fucking useless. i will never believe, for the rest of my fucking life (no matter how short it may be) that he deserved to die because of us self-centered bastards and our inability to recognize our mistakes. that kid was everything and more if it wasn't for you, captain. with his brains plastered over the floors of this ship. will you take responsibility now?

[everskiesz]

Did I immediately get to drawing her after finishing Kubz scouts video? (yes<3 I absolutely adore her, she deserved so much better)

[melomaniap]

just watched a full gameplay video of mouthwashing because i wanted to get into it. what. the. FUCK.

[beargonefishing]

just finished mouthwashing let’s play and i feel like that grandpa who read berserk

[certified3nakin]

just watched a playthrough of Mouthwashing ! Jesus fucking Christ :D

[stari-hun]

WdyMmMmM someone drew Anya before she committed suicide and Curly and swapped him back to his self before the accident in her eyes?????

😭😭 FUCK you Jimmy. You can be delusional all you want and think Curly would ever see you as the man with so much potential he once did. You can think he still believes you’re worth forgiveness in the world as you want, but he cared about the entire crew like his family. If he knew what you did to Anya you’d be locked in a Cryo pod from the start!!!!! THEY HID THE GUN BECAUSE THEY KNEW THE MAN YOU WERE ON YOUR BEST DAYS JIMOTHY!!! Jimmy who Curly put the entire ship at risk over the chance to give him a job and working life with him never ONCE saw him as a human after he was injured beyond the ability to communicate with others anymore. FUCK YOU JIMMY. Anya was a person with SO much more empathy and life in her than Jimmy ever saw her for. She was a person. Swansea was a person, Daisuke had his mother waiting for him back home who he took the stupid job for to make proud. Swansea had a WIFE and kids and sobriety for decades!!!! He took her out on monthly date nights and had a special dish she hated cause he cooked it so much over the years… Anya failed to get into medical school a few times but she was TRYING again and again. She was petty and passionate, she liked board games and she liked hanging out with Curly and Swansea. They were people. They were ALL people. On their worst days they never even came close to you

[askthe-littlepoet]

wait poet has a bio sibling??

". . ."

"...he- that PRICK may be my blood relative, but Jimmy is not my sibling, he is not my family, and I'll be DAMNED if he ever tries to hurt me, my family, or anyone I care for."

[yourheartinyourmouth]

in my experience, what they actually mean when they say that, and the reason they say it as a compliment, is “wow, you’re not an offputting freak like i was expecting you to be! you’re actually a person!”

and that’s why they say it as a compliment. they were expecting either an empty husk, which is how they see nonverbal/intellectually/physically disabled autistics, or an unwashed creep with a fixation on anime girls and MLP, which is what they think most autistics are, or Rain Man, which is their perception of verbal intellectually disabled autistics.

in any case, what it really means is “i didn’t expect you to be a human being like me.”

I hate it when Neurotypicals are like “you don’t SEEM autistic”, because what they’re really saying is “you don’t fit into my preconceived idea of what autism is”. And the worst part is, they think that’s a compliment!

[caotictimmy]

Guys please I can’t take it anymore you hoes ARE DRY. Barely any Mouthwashing x reader. So listen up you depressed whores(jk I love you guys)

I will be taking requests for Mouthingwashing. No I’m not doing Jimmy or well maybe if I can make that whore suffer. I would rather deep throat a freshly made scolding hot sword like I was on Americans got talent then see that man have an ounce of joy in life. But other then that I’ll do the whole crew (esp you Swansea.. i love you Swansea…) And before you ask know I’m not gonna drop one thing and not post for like a year. I need you guys to no I can’t stop thinking about mouthwash. I can’t watch any TikToks, fanfics that arnt Mouthwashing. I’m being so dead ass it’s ong rotting my brain. And I’ve been cranking out Mouthwashing edits on TikTok (Swansea 1. Defender) cough cough.. so I’m ready to put in the work

For requesting you can you my inbox anonymously or not, you can use my comments, hell even fucking dm me. You can even ask to not be shown to request this so it looks like I just wrote it cause I thought of it, if your that shy. . Also yes I can do special names/emojis for anonymous ppl, I think it’s really cool to do that. But anyways please just fucking request

I’ll do almost anything, from smut to crack fics. Head-canons to one-shots. I’ll do them all. Quick rules for smut. I do not do rape, extreme bdsm, age age play (this goes for everything), and stuff like piss and shit. Also when requesting smut, I’m only gonna do AFAB/gn, because I don’t have experience with writing for AMAB cause I’m a Demi girl. That’s it for smut rules. I don’t do oc’s, that doesn’t mean I don’t do “crew x reader with long hair” or “daisuke x tall reader”. That stuff is completely fine. Also please no stuff with age regression, I don’t mind it, just it makes me a bit uncomfortable(personal reasons). Anyways I most likely won’t make Actuall storys to follow, I prefer to do headcanons or one shots, but I might depending. Anyways please request I beg of you.

[hughjackmansbicep]

Delicate

a/n: hi friends!!!! im hoping to make this into a multi part series, got lots planned for this mini fic :))))) this is kind of the prolouge to the real deal, needed to get the setup for it started before we divulge. expect lots of twists n turns my friends!

Pairing: Logan Howlett X F!Mutant!Reader

Warnings: uhhhhh none lol

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: The government has successfully began the eradication of all mutant species in the United States. Lucky for you your dad has taken careful precautions to protect you from the evil that lurks in the streets outside. Tucked away in a concealed basement you sat and rotted away clinging to your old life and dreams. What happens when one day you've got a severe hankering for some ice cream and he ran out of beer the same night? Both finding yourselves in the right place at the right time.

The world as you knew it was slowly coming to an end. Mutants everywhere were dropping like flies after the government slowly started poisoning everyone's food. Unless you were an off-grid loner living off the land, you succumbed to the same fate as everyone else, 6 feet under. Lucky enough for you, your father kept you pretty sheltered. Tucked away in your fully renovated basement, the world is ignorant of your existence. It was safer this way; I mean, sure, you missed going out to bars and seeing your friends; hell, you even missed those 8 a.m. bio classes you used to take. But this was safer; at least that's what your father always preached. “It’s safer down here, away from all those evil people.” He'd remind you every day, “You're to never leave my site, kiddo, and never step outside those doors.” Not like you could anyways, while your mutation allowed you to control the atoms around you and morph them into anything your heart desired, you had one weakness, adamantium. Your house was coated in it; every doorknob, lock, and even the goddamn windows were coated in the shit. 

It was 3:00am, no one was home, and you found yourself craving ice cream. It wasn't uncommon for your dad to leave you to your own vices. He still had a job he'd have to attend to, and that more often than not led you to solidarity on his trips. And here you were in the middle of the night, the light from the fridge illuminating the dimly lit kitchen, tearing your freezer apart hoping to magically find a pint of Ben and Jerry’s buried deep in the frost. You groan, sinking down to your knees, met with disappointment and an ever-growing craving for the sweet, delicious taste of The Tonight Dough. Sure, you could've totally put in an Uber Eats order, but where would the fun in that be? You stood in front of the adamantium-cladded door, using all your strength to melt it to the ground, but to no avail. The only thing between you and your Jimmy Fallon-adorned ice cream was some space metal, and to hell if your dad really thinks that's going to curve the urge.

For the next hour, you ran around the house like a lunatic looking for a weak point. Maybe your father missed just one spot—one tiny spot in this prison he calls a home. A small hole fit for the size of a mouse teased you. Sure, you control all the atoms around you but your own? You'd never even attempted to entertain that idea, although the worst that could happen is you turn your body into a permanent pile of slop. That didn't sound too terrible when compared to being a basement dweller for the last 7 years. And it turns out it wasn't as bad as you'd thought; you melted your body down into a pile of liquid, slithering your way through the walls of your house before you were spit out from a hole in the bricks. The air on your skin cascaded goosebumps along your body; you honestly couldn't remember the last time you felt wind grace your skin or the sun illuminating off your shoulders. 

You skipped happily toward the corner store, taking in every sound around you. The sound your feet made when they hit the pavement, the distant chatter of the locals crowding down the sidewalks, even the obnoxious sound of a car horn brought a smile to your face. You finally understood the saying, ‘the city that never sleeps.’ You reached the corner store, swinging the door open and prancing inside as if it were Disney World. Your happy fantasy faded as the man behind the register yelled at you to put some shoes on before walking into his store. You looked down, wiggling your free toes, with all the excitement of liquifying yourself to get a taste of the outside world, common societal rules had slipped your mind. “I um.. Just came to grab a pint of ice cream; I’ll be really quick, I promise.” You pleaded sheepishly, offering him a quick smile to butter him up a bit. He simply rolled his eyes in disgust and turned his back to you, mumbling something under his breath.

You made your way around the convenience store towards the dairy section when something, or rather someone, caught your attention. He looked tall, and even with a leather jacket on, you could tell he was huge. He had some silly-looking facial hair and even sillier-looking cat-ear-like hair, but man, he still looked good. Your eyes slowly traveled down his arms to his pants. Cute butt, you thought to yourself. He stifled a laugh before turning in your direction and saying, “Thank you.” He grumbled, turning back towards the beer cooler. “What?” You ask, heat rising to your cheeks once you realize you'd accidentally said that out loud. He didn't acknowledge you, just went back to scanning the cooler. You took that as a hint to keep moving, finally landing in front of the ice cream section and grabbing the last pint of your favorite ice cream. Carefully looking around to make sure nobody was watching you, you pulled the lid off and used your mutation to pull out all the atoms belonging to the anti-mutant poisons that were mixed in with the delicious sweet treat. Floating above the ice cream, you cautiously manipulated them into a different container of food and made your way back towards the front. What you didn't know was that the unfortunate corner store owner had been watching your freak act on the CCTV cameras the whole time.

Turning around one of the aisles, you had spotted two men in suits talking to the man upfront. You couldn't make out what was being said as they whispered, but watching him point to you using your mutation on the TV screen explained enough to you. You backed up slowly, trying to even your breaths out before you had a panic attack. You felt someone grab your shoulder, spinning you around into them. It was Mr. Cute Butt; he must be working with those suited men too. Your eyes go wide as you focus all your energy on him. You were attempting to melt him, freeing yourself from his grasp, but it wasn't working for some reason. He just stared at your brows laced together, trying to figure out what in the fuck were you doing. “You're going to shit yourself if you keep straining like that.” He whispered a low chuckle, following after.

You froze, looking up at the man with pleading eyes. “Please don't hurt me; I just wanted some ice cream. Please i'll leave right now, sir.” You rushed out searching his face for sympathy or remorse something in hopes he'd release his grasp on you. He looked confused at what you were saying to him as if you were speaking some foreign language, but that didn't last long once you two heard footsteps approaching you. “C’mon kid.” He grumbled out, dragging you by your arm, ducking in between the small isles towards the exit. “They're over here!” The man upfront yelled, and the mystery man beside you just groaned before scooping you up into his arms and rushing you out of the store. You both quickly fell into the crowd, blending into the sea of people that populated the streets of New York. As soon as you two were outside, he'd set you on your feet, his arm still gripping your wrist, dragging you through the city with him.

“I need to go home, sir; please don't hurt me. I'm so sorry.” You cried, tears adorning your cheeks as you pleaded with him; if your father knew what was transpiring at this very moment, you'd be toast. Absolutely never allowed outside your basement ever again; you could kiss the sun goodbye because you'll probably never see it again once he gets home. He ignored your pleas though as he pushed through the crowds to a parked motorcycle on the road. “Oh no, I am not getting on that thing.” You halted your movements, digging your heels into the ground. “Suit yourself, sweet cheeks.” He laughed at you dryly hopping onto the bike, “They'll find you eventually.” He kicked the stand up, revving the bike on. You looked through the crowd behind you, worry etching onto your face. Maybe he's right; maybe I should hop on that bike and ride it into the sunset with this beautiful specimen, or he's no better than those suited men and could ultimately be leading me to my death. “Just get on the fucking bike.” He growled at the sound of sirens roaring closer to you two.

Begrudgingly, you hopped onto the back of the bike, plopping the helmet latched behind you on your head. At this rate, your sure your dad is going to skin you alive and hang you up to dry. “Hang on tight, princess.” He turned around to smirk at you. You snaked your hands around his torso, and he took off, the force causing your face to smash into his back and your grip on him tightening. You were sure if you had been gifted some form of super strength, you would've popped his torso clean off his legs with how tight you were squeezing him. You attempted to give him directions back to your house, but he couldn't hear you and kept heading in the opposite direction. He totally could hear you too, but he was ignoring your requests to return you home.

The quick 15-minute drive felt like an eternity with how utterly petrified you were. Matter of fact, you were so scared, eyes clenched shut, arms squeezing all the oxygen out of his lungs, you hadn't even noticed that you'd arrived at your mystery destination. He pried your arms off him, causing you to open your eyes; you were in complete shock. A gorgeous castle-like building stood before you, surrounded by trees, and a long gravel driveway trailed in front of it. A voice broke you from your thoughts, but this sound didn't come from the man sitting in front of you; no, it appeared like it came straight from inside your head. 'Logan, would you please introduce me to your new friend? The voice sang through you, your head whipping around frantically to find the owner of these words. “C’mon, I got someone for you to meet.” The man in front of you finally spoke, helping you off the bike and placing the helmet back in its spot on the rear. He guided you through the mansion all the way to the back, stopping at two huge double wooden doors.

“Come in, please.” Rang the same voice you heard earlier, the double doors slowly opening before you to reveal a small, bald man sitting in a chair. “And who might this be, Logan?” He questioned, looking towards the big man next to you. Logan, huh, you thought to yourself, cute name and a cute butt. Logan awkwardly shifted beside you, the bald man sending a booming laugh throughout the room. “Oh my God.. Did I say that out loud?” You whispered heat rising to your cheeks once again. Ignoring you, Logan started explaining to the bald guy, whose name you quickly learned was Charles, what happened earlier. Logan had seen what you were doing in that small store—how you made some substance float out of the ice cream and back into another pint. He assumed you were attempting to do something similar to that when he had grabbed you, and you began shaking like a Chihuahua, yet all you could think about during their discussion of the previous events was how you never got to eat the ice cream you risked your whole life for. “So,” Charles spoke, directing his attention to you. “What can you do exactly? What were you doing with that ice cream?” He hummed his eyes, raking you up and down, studying all your features. hoping they might tell him about who you are.

You were fairly normal-looking; I mean, to the average human eye, they couldn't tell you apart from another human. You felt like a deer in headlights right now, though; you'd never been asked or questioned about your mutation. You never dared to speak about it aloud; hell, your dad wouldn't even let you use your powers ever; it's like he was ashamed of you. “I can... manipulate things, i guess.” You spoke quietly; it felt taboo to you to speak about this, like this was some intimate, inappropriate topic to discuss. “And what do you mean by that?” He mused, deeply interested in your mystery. “I’m not exactly sure, sir. I just know I can do this.” You focus your eyes on the pen sat upon his desk, watching it quickly fall into a liquid puddle. “Fascinating.” Charles smiled up at you, “Can you change it back?” You trained your eyes down on the mess you created, quickly blinking as it slowly morphed back into its original shape of a pen.

Charles laughed in amusement before clasping his hands together. “We have much to discuss, little one, but for now Logan will show you to a room you can rest in. We'll talk more tomorrow.” He nodded at you before Logan had turned around out the door. You took this as your sign to follow, doors shutting behind you both. He guided you up the stairs, stopping at a random white door and handing over a towel and toothbrush he'd picked up on the way to your room. “Just try and get some sleep.” He shoved his hands in his pockets as he spoke. “I’m just up the hall if you need anything, i guess.” He nodded his head in the direction of his door. You just smiled, turning around into your room and softly closing your door. 

You had no clue where the fuck you were or what these strange men were planning to do with you. You've heard the horror stories from your dad about how the government would poke and prod you if anyone knew what you could do. you'd be a test subject for rich white males to toy and play with. You'd set the towel and toothbrush down on a chair in the room you were assigned and slowly stalked your way to the bed. As you crawled into bed attempting to get some shut eye all that you could think to yourself was, "Man my dad is soo going to fucking kill me when he finds me."