#runt sans

[ask-runtsans]

Runt groaned as they stood up still getting acclimated to reality. They looked around noticing quite a few eyes on them. They looked at all those watching and smiled a bit. “I can see that you all would like to know what happened to me and why I look so different. Well it’s because I reinvented myself. I’m no longer who I once was. I’m not the same little pushover you all have come to know. Now I mean business and nobody is going to mess with me anymore!”, they declared. They stood up, their eyes now glowing green looking at the audience. "But you all have to earn my trust in order for me to tell you what the true story of my change is."

[theseusgodkid]

they Are saying Anything

[catofoldstones]

I love how in every chapter since asos sansa and arya both say “I’m a woman grown” or “I’m 11, a woman now” or “I’m a woman flowered”. Like you’re both severe minors, haven’t even broken the eggshells of the eggs from which you’re yet to hatch 😭😭 calm down there, buckos

[askwesterntale]

pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls sign my arm tumbelweed pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls ily tumbleweed im ur #1 fan plsolspspsspslspslspslsplssplsps pls pslsppspsllsls i love you tumbelweed no one understands my love dor you tubelwedd ily pls marriage me psllsoslslslplslpslpsplspls

oh also whars runts favorite food

my head hurts yeeowch

gonna do a big ask next so it may take a while sighh

[milaisreading]

Crossdresser!Yn AU with baby Kaiser:

Ness: Why is he crying?!

Current Kaiser: How should I know?!

Isagi: Isn't that literally you, though?

Baby Kaiser, still crying: I want Yn! Where is he?! He promised to give me a piggy back ride!

Ness, mumbling to himself: This is so unfair

Current Kaiser: Listen here you runt, he is busy doing something else! He doesn't care about you!

Isagi: So you are finally admitting he doesn't care about you either?

Current Kaiser: Shut it! Him and I are two completely different things!

Isagi: If you say so...

CD!Yn walks in while carrying Chigiri's sister on her back: Heyo. I am back from my date. I bought you the kintsuba you wanted.

Isagi, taking the bag from her: Thanks!!

Ness: Why is she here?

Current Kaiser: This isn't really a girls place

Chigiri's sister: I wanted to visit Hyoma a little. Plus, I have permission from Ego-san to be here.

Ness: Can't you two just break up for my own peace?

CD!Yn: What?

Baby Kaiser, running up to Yn and pulling on her shirt: Why are you carrying her?! That's my spot! She shouldn't be there!

Current Kaiser: I agree with the last part.

Chigiri's sister: The heels I am wearing were a hassle at one point, and Yn decided to carry me like this. I am his girlfriend after all

Baby Kaiser:...

Baby Kaiser starts crying and punching Yn in the stomach: That's not true!! You have to marry me in the future!! You two need to break up!!

Kaiser and Ness start pulling him away while Isagi and Chigiri's sister inspect him for any injuries*

CD!Yn: I need to start getting paid for this

[unjustgalaxy]

heres all the runt stuff i did before i got tumblr btw!

guy whos only ever seen undertale: getting real undertale vibes from this

he fell down

[esggs]

|Ragdoll runt…Pussy for 2000 yen, mouth half that…Suguru could read your story, typical as a Hallmark movie|

|1500+ words, geto x reader, lil angst, mentions of prostitution, poverty, underage sexuality (both minors), sex as practising bodily autonomy (an attempt, at least), smut, depressed!geto, geto character study| 

a/n: please read this slowly

Summer 2007, Geto Suguru remembers, had sweat dripping down his thighs by breakfast. No matter what he did, however cotton-airy he wore his undershirt, however many hand-fans he batted or however cool ACs he sat under, that suffocating heat burnt his skin inside out. The shower water smarted against his baby-red skin every night. 

Shhhhhhhhhhhh. Yaga explained the mission to him, something about curse user, brothel, report, Nanami, energy residues, spirits. 

Shhhhhhhhhhhh. Sun-cracked lips, skipped meals, unanswered calls, bags under his eyes that Shoko tactfully didn’t ask about. 

Shhhhhhhhhhhh. Days melted into nights melted into days melted into unrelenting exhaustion. On school days, he had his jujutsu uniform ironed crisp, his hair tied into the neatest bun, tight as his fingertips-on-ledge grip on himself. Shhhhhhhhhhhh– shower sounds, crowded applause, TV static where his mind should be. Back in those too-blue summer days, he’d clutched at any semblance of an excuse to remain who he was, a losing battle all this while. 

Suguru Geto was no fool. When he looked around Jujutsu High, all he saw was a cemetery-to-be. He was right, as it’d turn out. He always was. 

But for now he did as Yaga directed. By sheer habit of his model student ways, off he went to Kabukicho, dog fetching sticks for his master. Every sorcerer knew this place like the back of their hand; curses arise often in red light districts. 

It wasn’t hard for him to find the curse-user. The trail of your energy residues led him inside a back-alley diner. Floor-grease stuck to your mop, stale oil and fish in the air, post-work drunks cheering to the jukebox. He pulled you out by the arm, bones poking into his palm, no one coming to your rescue, not even you.

Suguru could read your story, typical as a Hallmark movie. Ragdoll runt of 13 at most, if he had to guess by your height. Scabby knees, hair washed with hard soap, shirt rubbed down to a pale grey. Underfed puberty working what it could in your pin-prick tits that jut starkly over the bars of your ribs. Pussy for 2000 yen, mouth half that. Your big toe popped out a hole in your shoes.

You didn’t resist him, silently climbing into the backseat of his car. You decided to keep your mouth shut for now: you guess that you’re either being arrested by a plain clothes officer (littering? Petty theft? Loitering? Prostitution? Begging?) or you’re being brought to a hotel to be fucked. Mercedes car, official-looking man: you’d raise prices on him. 

Quarry obtained, Suguru Geto mechanically drove to Jujutsu High, shades on to keep out the sun-glare on the windshield. No assistant manager for him– he was to sit for the driving licence test in a few months, he needed all the practice he could get. Strangely, his stomach pained awake, as hungry as you seemed to be. Since the past few months, Suguru had lost all hunger; all food, no matter how sweet or spicy, tasted of the curse-balls anyway, bile permanent at the back of his throat. The back mirror showed that you sat still, looking out the glass, uncomfortable but resigned. 

“If you want, you may drink from the water-bottle there,” he hitched his thumb back. “You have a pimp? That might help your case a bit.”

“Hanasaki-san, from the Blue Tower building.” A pause. “My case?” 

“He put you up to cursing other people? Even if he didn’t, say that in front of the committee, okay?” The jujutsu disciplinary committee that would be hearing your case, he meant. Not that you understood. Not that you knew anything of all this complicated jujutsu crap.  

“Excuse me, but, ahh…” “Geto.” “Geto-sama, what is going on? What cursing?”

“I suppose your ‘clients’ just happened to have their fingers fall off ?”

Suguru heard you clap a hand to your mouth, true terror brimming in your eyes. He knew that fear, he’s seen that over and over again with undiscovered sorcerers like you. The fear of being caught, of being found out. Of others knowing that you have powers, that you’re not like them. The fear of pitchforks out to hunt the witch. His brows tightened. 

Satoru Gojo would obsess over your case, much later, trying to figure out how you influenced him, trying to pin blame, find causality, make sense of this summer any way he could. But his best friend was already hanging by a thread far before you came into his life. 

SNSD sang on the radio, volume increased to drown your soft sobs out. Shhhhhhhhhhhh. The car hummed on the highway. Shhhhhhhhhhhh. Outside flew by indifferent Tokyo City monotony: flats, corporate skyscrapers, malls, trees, traffic and pedestrians. Every step measured by the traffic light, every police officer followed. Law and order and hierarchy and justice. You’d be punished, no doubt about it. “Usage of sorcery with intent of harm and actively causing harm to civilians,” he could hear an elder pronounce your judgement. “Guilty.”

Out of the order you fell. Street rat child with a belly to feed and legs to spread and cursed energy to use. There are no doubts in the jujutsu world: if you weren’t white (a proper Jujutsu High affiliated sorcerer), then black (a curse user) is all you can be. The ropes unravelling inside Suguru threatened to drop him freefalling into the grey. 

So when you stopped crying, eyes hardened in desperate determination, thin hand reaching out to grip around Geto-sama’s broad shoulder, he didn’t question you. It’s as if he expected it. It’s natural, the heat of your palm that burnt through his sorcerer uniform. For even a half-eaten deer attempts a kick at the lion. Even the dead squid on the frying pan squelches for mercy. 

You offered, requested even, and he… he changed lanes, eyes looking on the side of the road every now and then to catch a love hotel. Not that they’re difficult to miss. 

“How old are you?” “Fifteen.” He’d believe it, why not. 

The hotel charged by the hour and for an added bill kept you off the records. The shower he’d sent you to take fell cold against your shoulders (geyser cost extra). Ice-water washing away the summer sweat, shampoo smelling of fake fruits, ones you reminded yourself to pocket before leaving. 

Dripping over the cheap flower-printed vinyl floor, Suguru rolled your hard nipples between his thumb and finger, a test of the goods before he bought wholesale. Kindness, you took it as. A promise that he’ll hold his end of the bargain. His hands buttoned his jujutsu uniform off as if it was never meant to be there. 

Laid on the springy bed, eyes on the ceiling mirror, you memorised his back well enough to draw it blind, hard muscles and curved spine and naked ass and all, from how long he kept you that way. The rocking sounds of sex fell in rhythm, the bedframe’s creaky whining loud against the gaudy pink walls. Not like he thought of being quieter. Not like he thought of anything much at all. Shhhhhhhhhhh. 

His cock hurt. The way he bit your neck, like kids bite on cotton balls before getting vaccinated, hurt. Your ribs sticking out from your chest and concave stomach rubbed raw against him and it hurt. The violent grip on your waist, pulling you into his hips every time he fucked you, it hurt too. 

You didn’t want to cross the boundary, but if it were a different situation, you would have wanted to run your fingers through his hair. Hair that used fancy shampoos, fancy treatments you couldn’t name. Predator hair, lion mane. Messed out of the tight bun, wild it fell from his shoulders to cover your face, getting into your eyes. The strand over his face jumped with every thrust. You counted it: one…two…three…

You’d lost count by the time he finished in the condom. A sigh, veins tensed through his forearms, and the strand stopped jumping. 

Now that he thought about it, what was the point of it all, anyway? He let his loose hair be (Satoru: “What, lost control over your hair? Not saying it’s ugly, mind you.”) He could have just handed you some cash and let you run. Lying to the higher-ups would have been easy either way. Upright Suguru Geto could bend black into white and not a single person alive would say otherwise. 

“They had it coming, those dirty fuckers.” He means the other ‘clients’ you cursed, inadvertently or otherwise. His kinsmen, in a way now, regardless of how he terms them. “You did right, you’re not at fault. Fucking monkeys hurting our people.” Something in the boy, something that tasted of shit and vomit, was cracking like an egg in a fist. 

Suguru fished his pants from the floor, thumbing through his wallet. “How much?”

“If you let me go, for free then.” 

“Take something,” he said. “I’ll call it my good deed for the day.” 

He regarded you, eyes dulled as ever it was. The post-fuck clarity seemed to dip a bit through through the Shhhhhhhhhhh running on loop in Suguru’s head. He could never explain it to his diary: his hands, his face, his skin, his bottomless belly, his dick and balls, his whole body that didn’t feel his. It still hadn’t cleared. In fact, it wouldn't be clear till a few weeks from that day. 

—---

Soggy ramen with pork-bones in the back of a diner. Leftovers that customers didn’t finish. That weird Geto-sama had paid you enough to eat for a few days, and then the money ran out, and slowly back to Kabukicho you crept. 

Said Geto-sama was currently on the little telly hung from the ceiling, next to the stove chimney venting out boiled-crab vapours. Suguru Geto, you mouth out, the honourable new leader of the Time Vessel Association. 

The next day a letter comes to you in the beaks of a little birdie curse. You know who it's from before you open it: he asks if you know how to babysit, he has a job for you.  

a/n: geto my fucked up beloved <3

[nixnephili]

What does everybody call atsushi do they all have nicknames for him or do they all just call him by his name? (I'm absolutely obsessed with this AU btw)

Fyo!Atsushi A.U.- Atsushi Nicknames:

Fyodor:

Codename for missions - Mono - short for Monochrome, referring most often to an image in black and white/ greyscale, though not exclusively.

Between them: - Tigrenok - "tiger cub"

Otherwise, he does use Atsushi-kun formally or when around others.

Sigma:

-Club (inside Casino) - late hours, amongst the crowds of people.

`The 'club' meaning, in cards, is the indication of the stage of “youth” when one places a focus on education, recklessness, and so forth`

-Byako- a diminutive used in between them in the library.

-otherwise calls him Atsushi-kun, Tiger, Atsu.

Nikolai:

Nikolai tends not to care for where they are or around who. So he just has a list...

Runt

Sushi

Brat

In serious/ dire situations, he may slip up and call him Atsushi.

Considering Atsushi's ever growing band of rodent friends, he may refer to him as: "Pied piper" too..

Karma:

Atsushi-San most of the time

Nakajima-San only when Fyodor is present because he gets nervous.

Bram:

Simply Atsushi or Atsushi-kun

He doesn't quite get 'nicknames'...

-Nix🌙

[716chr]

“WE ARE M・T・T・B” - Chapter 4

📍 HAMA House - Kitchen

Ten: Ah—...today’s finally over…..

Ten: (The practice itself isn’t all that hard so I can’t complain……it’s still a drag though.)

Ten: (I guess it still beats getting ambushed by a certain recruiter every day. Feeling kind of thirsty though—)

Ten: Hm?

Muneuji: Murakumo-san.

Ten: (Muneuji Kaguya…..)

Ten: Ah~ Good work today, have a good night~.

Muneuji: Do you have a moment? I’d like to discuss something.

Ten: What?

Muneuji: We really want to know what you think of our performance. As the expert around here, we value your honest feedback.

Ten: (Mm, I figured it was something like that.)

Ten: If you’re feeling that off about it, doesn’t that mean you can already tell what the problem is? You don’t need me to spell it out, do you?

Muneuji: …………。

Ten: (Ah~, was that too unserious?)

Muneuji: I see…. you might be onto something. That really resonates with me.

Muneuji: Your input is profound and very sensible. I really appreciate such insightful words.

Ten: (Insightful words….? Well whatever I guess.)

Ten: ……You’re welcome~. Keep at it~.

📍 HAMA House - Tiger Room

Ten: Oh boy.

Renga: Welcome back, Ten! Dance practice really held you up, huh.

Ten: Yeah, because of that I have a crap ton of messages to reply to now.

Ten: Hm?

Renga: That crow is looking right at us. Maybe it’s a fan of mine….?

Ten: ……。

Ten: (Yeah, yeah. “Know your place as a family member.” You didn’t need to send a messenger, I know that much.)

Ten: Hah, can’t wait to get this whole thing over with—.

📍 HAMA House - Dining Room

Chihiro: Hmm~….

Chihiro: (Lately, it feels like there’s this huge wall between me and the other 3 during practice…..)

Chihiro: (I can’t let it go on like this~. I gotta find a way to break the ice a bit…..)

Chihiro: …..Well, I came to the dining room for that but….. nobody’s here~.

📍 HAMA House - Kitchen

Chihiro: No way~, nobody’s here either…. This is a total bummer…… Did everyone already go back to their rooms—— Oh?

Chihiro: (The back door’s slightly open. Maybe someone was airing out the room?)

Chihiro: Huh!?

Kitty: Meow.

Chihiro: Oh, it’s you, Meowster Jr…. You’re not with your Mama today~?

Kitty: Meow mreow.

Chihiro: Hehe, you’re way too cute. ….I didn’t find anyone I wanna talk to, but seeing you here makes this trip to the kitchen all worth it ♪

Chihiro: C’mere, c’mere~. If PT were here, you’d have a playmate already~

Kitty: Mreow meoow!

Chihiro: Ah…..!

Chihiro: Hey….! Wait, that’s Turysuke!

Kitty: Meow!

Chihiro: Hold it~! That’s not a toy!

📍 HAMA House - Entranceway

Ten: Like I said, you’re really putting me on the spot by asking me to take responsibility here~. Hellooooo, are you listening? Are you crying?

Kitty: Meeeow!

Ten: Oh, what are you doing in there, runt?

Chihiro: Ten-cham! Don’t let that kitty get away!

Ten: Eeeeh? I’m on a pretty serious phone call, you know……

Kitty: Meeeoww!

Ten: Oops, he ran away.

Chihiro: Hey! Ten-cham, you’re responsible too, help Chii catch that lil guy~!

Ten: What do you mean responsibility…… Ah, whatever.

Ten: My bad. Something came up so I’m hanging up now—.

📍 HAMA House - 2F Hallway

Akuta: Arrghhhhh, I’m starvinggg….. I wonder if there’s any food, cooked meals, or just plain ol’ white rice leftover. Would be a godsend if there’s some meat as well.

Kitty: Meeow!

Akuta: Eyy, I know I said meat but that’s not what I meant! I’m against cat consumption!

Chihiro: Atta, catch that lil Meowster for us~!!!!!

Akuta: Aww hell naww! I’m a cat lover not a cat eater~~~!

Ten: I think you’re having a weird misunderstanding here, Akuta.

Akuta: Kitty! Run!!! Run that way before they catch and make a meal outta you~~~!

Kitty: Meeeeoooowwww!

Chihiro: Huff, huff…… We’ve finally got you cornered…..!

Chihiro: You’re as trapped as a mouse in a mousetrap now~! Except, well, you’re a cat~! ……Huh?

Ten: ……Sounds like a familiar tune…

Chihiro: Is that….. our song….?

(Godbless Jelly for the help on Akuta’s dialogues 🙏)

[ask-runtsans]

The small skeleton looked over at you, "...oh...hey...long time no see..." they smiled a little, their normally pink eyes looking like a dull green.

[eljeebee]

Winter Postlude: Pity

“I’ll be out for a bit, Father.”

Shit. Bloody shit. I can’t keep him inside that makeshift casket for long. I need to find her.

Amelia noticed her hand. They were shaking. Surprised, she let out a breathy laugh and a “shit”.

She’s nervous? A vampire like her? Preposterous.

Amelia takes a deep breath. She can’t find Teresa Williams because she’s been dead for centuries. How is she going to proceed with her plans without her?

I know those Watcher imposters chose another person to be a Pupil. The question is who?

Amelia wandered around, from Newcrest, to the Promenade, to San Myshuno, deep in thought. She needs to find Teresa’s successor to find the woman. The High Priestess. But she’s having difficulties looking for the new Pupil. On top of that, her father’s whining like a little runt.

Just then…

“What are you looking at?” She can see me. That shouldn’t be. My spell is strong…

A woman whose neck was covered (Amelia almost clicked her tongue with this) with thick colorful scarf was walking and was looking straight to her.

She opened her mouth as if she was gasping, as if she was surprised that she saw Amelia, shocked, at the sight of her, but she sneezed and turned away. The woman entered the apartment beside them, presumably her home. Her actions were a little…odd…though. It seemed like her sneeze was forced.

Strange.

I thought she could see me…her eyes looked straight at me. I might need to see her again…just in case.

Amelia finds herself sitting on a picnic table in the middle of who-knows-where in San Myshuno. The sun had already set, and the streetlights illuminated the city. If this was under normal circumstances, she would have enjoyed exploring what the modern world could offer, but she’s stuck with her father, and they must stick together, because they’re the “only ones who have each other”.

Or whatever her father said. He has plans.

Amelia knows he’s not going to accept unfulfilled plans. She knows her father – as spoiled as his sons. Whatever he wants, he gets. Whatever his plans are, it happens. Unfortunately for him, he didn’t get the Overlord’s friendship when another vampire maiden was chosen to be his bride.

I just know if I was the Overlord’s wife, I wouldn’t be stuck with him…

I don’t want to be his wife though.

Amelia let out a loud exhale.

When she got back to their refuge, she saw her father sitting on her stool. The candle was lit.

Is his dark vision waning?

“You left the candle lit, Amelia. What if I was burned?”

“I didn’t,” she restrained clicking her tongue, or even sighing. “You won’t burn, Father. That’s an ordinary fire.”

“Why do you keep this thing?”

“I like it. Why did you light it?”

He didn’t answer. Of course he won’t. Since when has he admitted things? Is he getting weak? Should I be worried?

“Did you find her?”

“No.”

“Amelia, you useless child! How long are we going to be like this? I need to find the Pupil now; I want to get my hands on Straud right fucking now!”

She tries her best not to snarl. With practiced patience, she replied, “It’s not easy looking for mortals in this cold, Father. They want to keep warm. Once the ice melts and the flowers bloom, it will be easy.”

And she wants to investigate this girl she saw earlier. But of course, she’s not going to tell him. If she did, he’d do everything himself, and her plans might fail.

He huffed. “A lord like me shouldn’t be stuck in this dump, feeding on rats.”

Her fangs gritted together, her head pounding. With a hiss, she angrily said, “That’s all I could give you without people suspecting us! Do you want to alert the Overlord? While you’re at this state?” She knows he might hit her for this, but it would be like an ant’s bite. He’s weak. He’s no longer as powerful as before. She doesn’t fear him anymore.

“It’s not enough, Amelia.” It was almost a whisper. But her sharp hearing picked it up.

His shoulders slumped. He mumbled, “Just this once, dear. Let Father have one mortal blood. My body just needs one more push…”

Amelia took a moment to let her golden eyes wander around her father’s body. She could feel his dark energy pulsating weakly, its tendrils barely enveloping his body. It no longer reaches her. He’s no longer frightening. It’s like it’s fading. Waning. The Overlord struck him well.

“I…”

She sighed.

“I’ll go look for a poor urchin. You’ll have to help me get rid of the body though.”

“I will…thank you, my dear.”

She turned on her heel and left.

A glance, before she went down the stairs, and she saw him returning to the makeshift casket.

Amelia sometimes pities her father.

[septic-skele]

Whumptober Day 23: Forced Choice

“Still hesitating? You were always so decisive back in the Underground!” the monster sneered—one of many Papyrus had wronged back then. He couldn’t even remember his name.

Irrelevant. He had Sans and Frisk.

“I assumed it’d be an easy pick! Can’t negotiate without the human-monster ambassador, and you made sure everyone knew how useless this runt is.” He grazed the edge of his attack closer to Red’s throat. “Unless it was all talk…Maybe you really do love him.”

“Boss, the kid—” Red croaked, while Frisk signed violently with shaking hands.

1 HP. Family first. Save him. Save him!

[konstya]

i was doing state testing and this girl was next to me and she pulled out a sketchbook!!! reminder she looked like a junior in highschool and i’m a puny little runt of a eighth grader. i look over while im mapping out falins chimera form and she’s drawing COUNTRYHUMANS?!? AND SANS AUS?!? HELP?! SHE WAS DRAWING THE EARTH BUTTFUCKING MARS.

[askwesterntale]

This seems like my kinda place honestly!

Also time for a few asks!

To runt: is runt your real name or nickname?

To chara: *there was no questions, but it did start to rain chocolate on chara in I couldn't manner* I have to, it's tradition to bombard charas with chocolate

To sans/tumbleweed: do you ever slack off? And what do you like to drink?

To papyrus/horseshoe: don't monsters usually get along? Why bounty hunt? Also, *gives a plate of spaghetti (well made)* try this!

To undyne/gunpowder: opinions on the skele-brothers and them robbing the nice cream store every morning?

To alphys: we know what you are, when will you confess to the fish

To MTT/sandstorm: is anything you do legal?

That's all folks! Enjoy my asks. Pardner

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don’t worry!! you’ll be tagged when I do the rest, I just wanted to get smth out rn..

[cheemscakecat]

Missing in Action

Chapter 1: Morning

Scout is smarter than people give him credit for, and tensions are high after he confronted Spy.

TW: Angsty. Scout’s got some low self esteem.

How’d he figure it out? Scout got asked by a couple of teammates over the next few days. When he’d been dying on the floor and “Tom Jones” showed up, he thought it was real. There was a chance that Jones could be his dad, even if the odds were crap. And he was dead already because Soldier decided to kill him. It made enough sense to Jeremy that his dead dad would come to collect his soul.

But “Heaven” didn’t. Scout was too embarrassed to share what “God” told him, about him and women. It was the fact that he walked into Heaven and Tom wasn’t following him, despite coming to collect him. The fact that Jones got his neck snapped by angels when Scout got close, the fact that he was in the middle of a game and not anywhere near “Heaven’s” entrance.

And there was the fact that he hadn’t died. Medic told him that because of his size, loosing too much blood made him cat-a-tonic. Soldier n Pyro thought he died in Siberia when they went to get Heavy for the same reason. All that bleeding made him hull-you-san-ate, which explained his dumb version of Heaven. It also meant that there was no ghost coming to greet him that day. And there was only one teammate with a dopey disguise kit to pull that crap off.

Jeremy didn’t really sleep that first night back at base. He wished Spy had left him alone until they got to base, so he could chew him out private like. But then again, maybe the others needed to know so they’d be disgusted with Spy too. At least Ms. Pauling hadn’t heard it. She had enough goin on herself. He wished he’d realized what was going on with her on his own, but she had been hidin it real well. Being from Boston and having Ma calling to talk about life, he’d heard about the gays tryin to get their rights. It was good that he understood Pauling’s reasons for keepin secrets, he didn’t wanna be mad at her like he was mad at Spy.

Scout still wished he had a girlfriend. One that did like guys. His brothers drilled it into him that real men don’t hug each other when they get all teary-eyed. And that getting teary-eyed made you a weak little crybaby. The only person at home that would’ve hugged him was Ma, and sometimes she was just too busy chasin them all around. So after 20 years dealing with that, he’d drop dead before he ever went to a teammate for a hug. They mighta laughed in his face, just like his siblings. So he wished he had a girlfriend to hug him, so nobody would make fun’a him for getting comfort.

It didn’t really matter though. He was still the runt, no matter what. He hated Spy for being so **** skinny and fragile. Hated taking after him, instead of any’a the men on Ma’s side of the family. Hated the fact that loosin blood made him look dead and made him think of stupid crap. Hated being a virgin at 27, and being too dumb to identify a lesbian. Scout didn’t know what to do with himself.

**** Saxon calling him a it, like he wasn’t even a human being. At least that “Mags” lady turned Hale down; the selfish ******* deserved it.

No, Jeremy didn’t sleep that night. At breakfast, which Engineer and Heavy threw together, they gave him an extra few strips of bacon. Thankfully he got to enjoy it, since Spy didn’t bother him. Yet.

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A whole lotta planning was going on for fightin BLU as a placeholder job, using the Administrator’s leftover money hoard. Pauling figured she could find someone willing to pay teams to fight, but it might be a while. If BLU and RED ceased to be, most’a them wouldn’t have references at another merc recruitment. She had’ta find something for everyone who wanted the work.

Soldier was planning to marry Heavy’s weird sister, Sniper wasn’t doing too well, Engineer had to get used to Medic and Pyro being around, and they all had to get their things and unpack. It was gonna take a while.

Spy didn’t bother him until that third morning back. He was hovering near Scout’s room out in the hall. Great. At least he didn’t look smug and “better” n everyone when he awkwardly walked up. “Are you in the mood to talk?” Spy asked cautiously. Jeremy just stared back at him in disgust. “What do you think, *****?”

“Okay.” It bothered Scout that his old man thought he’d ever want to talk.

Two more days went by and Spy asked again, this time after dinner. And again 4 days after that, when Jeremy finally told him he’d come talk if he ever felt like it, and to quit asking. Then Spy finally left him alone.

Jeremy sold some of his Tom Jones merch, which was thankfully still mint condition in that craphole Teufort. The people there weren’t trying to hang him anymore, but he still wanted his crap moved. Just being there made his neck prickle and itch, made him remember that goon crowd salivating as he got dropped. Now that Jones had been dead for a while, true-blue collectors were scramblin to buy. Scout kept the best stuff for himself, so he could sell it when he was old as dirt and it would go for more.

It was hard to sort through that collection, but he’d rather sit in a storage unit feeling heartache than deal with Spy. Sent the money back to Ma, shipped his bedroom crap back to base. He found that bein all organized was helpful; it distracted him. He looked for other towns that might have fried chicken and good storage for his collectibles. There was one hours away, if he could get enough motorcycle fuel.

A bunch of people bounced back fast. Whether Spy did or not was the last thing Scout cared to know, but that wasn’t the case for Sniper. He spent a lot of time holed up in that van, more than he used to. Demoman pulled him aside one day and told him why. As much as he hated Spy, he hated the fact that poor Sniper had to hear about it a heck of a lot more.

Stupid, stuck up New Zealand parents. Jeremy made an effort not to whine about Spy around Sniper, it wasn’t fair to him. Ms. Pauling was busier than any of them combined. At least she was smart and useful, two things Jeremy was not. “It’s not like that’s all you ever do.” The woman he loved saw nothing worthwhile in him. He wasn’t sure he’d ever find love. Who would want a loser runt like him, with 7 dumb brothers and a dad who smells like an ashtray?

Just stay busy. Ma’s right, it helps! At least, that’s what he told himself. Four of his brothers had actual wives, the others were not alone like him. Ugh, stop thinking about it! Scout kept working and trying to distract himself, but even being tired from all that wasn’t enough to make good sleep. He had all sorts of dumb freakin nightmares for those first 9 days. Somehow being back on that gallows in Teufort was the worst one.

Day 10 came and Pauling briefed them over the big computer that Engineer built. She deli-gated people to do certain things every other day. She had to do the same for freakin BLU.

“Spy? I need you to gather your things from one of the other bases. You guys are gonna be here for a while.” Spy froze. “Which base is it?” He asked. “Harvest.” That was 4 days away, in freakin Arizona! Not that Jeremy cared. “Alright. I’ll leave in an hour.”

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Scout had a bad feeling that somethin was gonna go wrong. He tried to ignore it, but over the hour it just got stronger and more annoying. He found himself walking to the garage 5 minutes till Spy said he’d leave. He tried not to make eye contact and tinkered with his motorcycle. It’s nothing. Just stop being so weird about-

“Scout?” Spy was way too close, but Jeremy played it cool. “Just workin on this.” He muttered. Spy sighed real shakily and looked away. “Listen.” He begrudgingly looked up.

“I’m going to come back. I promise.” Scout stared up at him blankly. He scoffed and furiously started picking at metal that was fine where it was. Dumb Spy, acting like he’s a kid! Freakin- “I mean it.” Jeremy paused. “I’m going to come back.” Stupid little tears were tryin to form in his eyes. “Whateva.” He choked out. Spy walked away and started his car, which also hadn’t been destroyed in Teufort. And then he left.

Funny. That stupid gut feeling didn’t go away.

[justanothersquidblog]

what are your agents dynamic with the idols? Whichever dynamics you think are most interesting.

Ooh okay so- this got a bit long but I had a lot of fun I hope you like reading!

San and the Squid Sisters- it started out as a sort of like, imagine two deities and their terrifying demigod champion, which slowly devolved into a more genuine sibling relationship, but still having traces of the dynamic before like. Marie, Callie, and San are a very goofy trio.

Callie is peppy and positive, Marie is snarky and sardonic, and San is serious and controlled- but underneath that San still stands as this harboring entity of pure power that Marie and Callie stand by and support. San as captain is still very much The Captain but without Marie and Callie they also lose much drive.

They're all symbiotic and you can't pry any of them apart from each other now. They're a destructively powerful family that can tear the world apart if they wanted to.

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Meanwhile Marie turns around and squishes Yon's cheek like: heyyyy its my scrimbly its my scrimble guy its my little fella its my funny little dude.

While San goes from champion to little sibling- Yon is like, runt, to champion. Rising star of the NSS. Is far more helpful and reliable than Yon will ever believe.

Marie sees so much potential in Yon and just wants to encourage the kid. She sees Yon as someone who hasn't quite lived yet and will always be someone Yon can fall back on. She feels like she also owes that to them.

Callie thinks Yon is just swell.

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Hachi and Off the Hook- I don't see them as a particularly arbitrary mothers and daughter trio but they're a found family nonetheless. Mentors, Big Sisters, Weird Aunts, Mom Friends, thats the energy Off the Hook give to Hachi.

They'll never adopt Hachi, she's barely like three years younger than Marina- but Hachi sees them as reliable and nurturing friends. Off the Hook will always support Hachi and see her as a dear companion they care very deeply for.

Hachi originally lives with Off the Hook after escaping the metros but being a bit overwhelmed, she decides to move in with Yon instead and no matter the favor, Off the Hook will answer Hachi's needs. (Though Hachi is trying not to abuse this power)

This is how Yon gets to meet Off the Hook and I imagine Yon is a huge fan and eventually becomes a close friend of Off the Hook as well.

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Now... Neo. Neo is pure splatland pride. Wasteland scavenger, most of it's memories lie in the sandy dunes and the occasional dip into the city they found somewhat foul but... she actually quite respected Deep Cut. He knew they were bandits due to it's patrols in the splatlands and seeing them do bandit-ing shenanigans but the splatfests were.. one of the few times Neo found themself lost in their own enjoyment of Splatsville.

Big Buddy did his best to try and bring Neo to Splatsville during Splatfests. Those times were the longest Neo actually willingly stayed in town before fully moving into Splatsville post Storymode.

However, Deep Cut aren't really mentors to Neo, not even after the Storymode. They love to fight the kid for fun now, it's very respectable, but Neo isn't getting any lessons from Deep Cut. They're more like scrappy rival-ish friends that Neo can train on equal ground with. (Big Man is Neo's favorite though. Just genuinely. His hugs remind Neo of Big Buddy...)

Meanwhile- The Squid Sisters think Neo's resemblance to both young and current San is a bit both unnerving and endearing. it's like they have their little little sibling back all over again- but it's quite a sad sight to see too.

They're a bit more invested in Neo than Neo is to them. Squid Sisters are more like weird distant aunts to Neo than any sort of potential siblings (which they respect! they just, also want to pamper the kid much to Neo's dismay).