#scmuck

[swifty-fox]

[ bruises ] sender finds bruises of unknown origin on receiver

i HAVE to request this for curt/ken because i know curt will be feral

I've been promising @bcolfanfic some Curt Ken for a while so as per uze this is Young Vets Curt/Ken, *disclaimer at end

Curt didn't drink anymore, didn't like how it made his limbs slow, his tongue stupid. He didn't smoke any substances for much of the same reasons. Had, in fact cut most substances out of his life in totality, save for his sweet darling Chesterfields. His dad used to call them a women's cigarette, a faggot's cigarette, puffing away on his cigars and squaring his jaw like fucking Popeye as if that would impress on Curt just how manly he was.

He'd been too young for his dad to suspect, not quite old enough to do anything about him.

He also didn't smoke like he used to, save for when he was stressed -which seemed more often these days the more he tried to play unit psychologist for a bunch of boys and men who should have stayed the fuck home.

His balcony is his sanctuary, the barrier between the space and the rest of his studio apartment impassible for what it meant. When Curt retreated to the Balcony it meant conversation over. It meant the next words out of his mouth would be cutting if pursued. It meant he was two stages from shaking out of his skin, one step away from losing it. Balcony was sacred. Balcony was to be respected.

So when Ken comes home it's not a surprise that he doesn't come out to greet Curt. Curt doesn't look over because even though the Balcony was sacred it wasn't entire off-limits, especially to Ken, and any indication of interaction might encourage him out into the space. And Curt was too busy picking sand out of the recesses of his mind to talk about things. So he puffs away on his Chesterfeilds and listens to Ken putter around the space. The clunk of him kicking his shoes off, joining Curt's messy pile, the clink clink clink of him dropping his rings into the ugly ceramic bowl they'd thrifted together and put by the door as a catch-all. The bathroom door shuts, and it's too far away to hear the tap run but Curt knew how long Ken would be in there the same way he knew how he liked his coffee, how he knew Ken always took his left shoe off before the first and that the quickest way to get him flushed and squirming was to press light open mouthed kisses behind his ears.

He knows Ken will finish in the bathroom and go and flop on his bed for several minutes, letting his body adjust to not work before he either scrolls his phone idly until Curt decides to stop pacing his cage like a tiger, or starting up a video game that will inevitably tempt him inside.

Neither of those things happen, the shushing sound of the screen door interrupting Curts sulking and he looks up in indignation, a biting admonishment already on his lips.

He stands, cigarette flicking from his hand onto the balcony and rolling off to potentially set alight some poor scmucks hair.

The Balcony, his sacred special place, is as claustrophic as the rest of his apartment and it's no more than a stride and a half for him to be nose to nose with Ken. Cups his soft jaw with both hands, thumbs pressing in the pulse point to tilt his head back so as to inspect the blackening eye, the faint crust of blood around Ken's nostrils and the blooming red irritation across the bridge of his nose.

Ken shakes, or maybe it's Curt, his teeth grinding so hard he hears the crack of it. Gentle hands encircle his wrists, hideous tattoos as familiar as Curt's own face, thumb stroking his pulse point soothingly.

"It's worse than it looks."

"Yeah?" His voice sounds cold and neutral even to himself.

"Mhm," Ken's voice is quiet like talking to a bird ready to take flight, "Can we sit?"

Curts lips are tingling. Wrath whips his blood into a frothing frenzy and he cannot make his limbs obey, down one and lucky for it. Today is a bad day.

Ken guides him back into the lounge chair Curt had cursed and fumbled and dragged up there off the sidewalk. Sits on his thighs, knees knocking pleasantly against his hipbones.

"You're okay." Curt means it as a question but he can't make his voice inflect the way he wants. Baseball bats and trashbag bombs. Blood and sand in his teeth, glass shards in his hair, caught there like glitter back when it had been an unruly mop.

"Mhm." Ken hums, though there's a faint wobble to it. "Put your hands on my hips."

Curt obeys, exhales softly as he feels the thrumming life of Ken beneath him.

"You were visiting your parents."

"Cigarette?"

At Curts nod Ken leans over to the ashtray, Curt steadying him automatically. Ken places the pale stick in his life. Ken lights it for him, draws it from between his lips so he can exhale with a kiss to his forehead.

"I'll kill them."

It's rage. Helpless shock, the feeling he's once again failed to step up when needed. It roots him to the chair because Ken was being hurt while he wallowed in memory.

"I know," Ken soothes "That's why I'm sittin' on your lap. Can't go far with me here eh?"

Curt circles his thumbs on Ken's hipbones "No."

"I told them."

Dazed eyes meet clear, stubborn ones.

"Didn't take it well, obviously." Ken gestures to his face "Dad swung at me."

Curt makes a soft noise, quiet and pained. Ken holds up a hand, bloody with knuckles split and bruised, grins sharply. Grins in a way that's a little feral, that's a little Curt.

"Got him back though. Just like you taught me B."

"I'll do more than get him back."

Ken laughs softly, puts the cigarette to Curt's lips again "Suck."

He waits for Curt to exhale before speaking, his thickly groomed brows drawing in together with feeling "It's not just you taking care of me anymore Curt. Not if this is gonna be real. I can stand for myself and I can stand for you just as much as you do for me."

"When'd you grow up Kenny?"

"When'd you get so soft for me B?"

Curt drops his forehead onto Ken's collarbone and laughs.

*while not necessarily canon-compliant ken's parents are not great about ken coming out <3 I just decided to pull from some "side B" ideas that we had

[skylarmoon71]

Leonardo (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) - Oneshot

"Vincent said they'll be operating here. There's a couple inns located in the general area. So it's unsuspecting. "

Donnie went over the layout of the mountain getaway.

"You have to admit it's pretty smart. It's secluded and Christmas break. They just need to find a few people that look like they're on a family vacation. Moving merchandise would be easy." You state.

"That's why we gotta beat em at their own game." Raph slipped a toothpick between his lips.

"Vincent gave us a little spot of our own. We just need two partners to volunteer to go up there and study the place while Donnie works with Vincent to cover the rest. " Raph adds.

"That sounds like a great plan. Who's going?"

When three of them look at you, it becomes clear. Leo is sitting directly opposite you, and he can already see the wheels turning in their heads.

"Looks like our fearless leader has been nominated." Raph looks way too smug when he says it, and you can't stop the flush of your cheeks. Leo just lets out a soft breath.

"Fine." He doesn't sound too happy, but he knows arguing would do no good.

"It's time to get busy, secret agent style, good luck." Mikey rises, and the rest of them follow, laughing all the way down. You and Leo are the last ones there.

"I guess we're partners."

You send him a smile, but his face gives very little away.

"You should start packing. Make sure you're ready to leave at ten tomorrow." No other words are exchanged, and you're left staring at his retreating form.

When Vincent said it would be a cabin, you thought she was bluffing somehow. This entire situation felt cliche. Two partners staking out criminals in a cabin up in the snowy mountains. Pretty predictable. But it was legit. The interior was beautiful. It had the homey feel that just resonated with the holiday season.

It was crazy.

You never thought you'd be freelancing with the NYPD. In the past the cops were always on the other side of this. Being a vigilante tended to do that. But now you are helping. Making a difference. It felt great. Especially with perks like this.

"I'll be setting up in the room. Make sure the entrances and exits are secured. "

Right, you almost forgot about your absolute ray of sunshine.

Leonardo.

Truth is, maybe this particular situation was set up.

Let's have a replay.

~Earlier~

"Vincent said that she only needed the two of us to scope out from the cabin. That means the rest of us can get by with the busy work. Ya know I aint about to be stuck in a cabin watching snow fall off trees." Raph explained.

"Short attention span." Mikey interjected.

"My abilities would be better utilized devising something essential for combat." Donnie inputs.

"Then is it just me!" You complain. Raph smirks.

"See we know Mr. uptight is good at this stakeout thing. Plus ya get to spend an entire week with him alone."

Your cheeks color immediately.

"W-Why the h-hell would I want that!"

"Come on, we know you got the hots for Leo." Mikey teased.

"This way ya get to hang out with him, and we avoid all the boring stuff. It's a win all around." Raph states.

Donnie nods.

"Exactly. There is also a high probability for success on your part. It's proven when placed in an enclosed space with an individual you admire, certain feelings have an easier time of surfacing. The chemicals in our brains trigger-"

Raph smacks Donnie.

"What Einstein is trying to say is ya got a real shot. Just talk to the scmuck and you'll be fine."

You fidget.

"D-Do you really think so?"

"Definitely. Even Leo isn't dumb enough to pass up a babe like you." Mikey says it with a straight face, and you can't help but laugh. You pull them all into a hug, and their laughter follows.

"I love you guys."

"Love ya too dumbnut." Raph ruffles your hair as you giggle.

This is what has led you to your current predicament. The plan had worked exactly as you hoped.

Leo was focused, you expected as much, so maybe you just needed to try harder to get him to realize your feelings.

Piece of cake.

You got busy setting up in your room. You'd packed just enough to be comfortable. Sorting your clothes, and sliding on a more comfortable black shirt. You tied your shoes. You would need it if you were about to start scoping out the scene. When you'd gotten everything set up, you gave a little stretch. Heading for your door. You closed it, and as you turned, you'd almost run into Leo.

"W-Woah, sorry about that!"

You smile as he steadies you. He gives you a once over, saying nothing and you tilt your head. When he pulls away, his face is back to its usual stoic nature.

"We should get to work."

That's all he says. On the ride over you'd gone over the sections you needed to cover. Today you would take the south end and Leo was scouting the east. He placed your radio on the table, turning to you.

"We need to be thorough. Vincent already informed us what hours they operate. That's why we're doing surveillance right now. You're just taking pictures and reporting back. Don't engage."

You frown.

"I'm not some newbie Leo. I'm training to work for the FBI." You were a criminology student for goodness sake. You understood how stakeouts work.

"I'm just being careful."

You were used to being treated like a child. But this was different. You walk past him, taking up the radio a bit angrily. Your hand doesn't even touch the door, it just flies open and slams shut. Leo's eyes watch you walk down the short staircase, and he sighs.

"I'm being too tough on her."

He knew that, but he couldn't seem to stop himself. Because his mind was still reeling from this current situation.

Leo gripped his own radio, heading out.

"I need to stay focused."

That would be a task in itself.

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"Just take pictures, report back." You mocked.

"Who the hell does he think he is!!"

After two hours of trudging through the snow and snapping the necessary shots, you were back at the cabin. A wind blows, and you shiver gritting your teeth.

"Damn it!"

In your rage you'd forgotten to layer up. You only realized halfway across your path. Your rage at the situation had you venting for a while. As you make your way back up the stairs, almost sprinting through the door. Leo turns when he hears it slammed. He's standing by the fire. You could have been wrong, but you were certain you'd spotted relief on his face.

"You told me you were just a few minutes out on the radio. I was a little worried that something happened." The worry he shows almost makes you forget why you were even angry.

"I'm fine. " You grumble, heading straight for the fire. You reach your hands out to warm up your body. Leo takes in the way your body seems to shiver, and guilt hits him. He turns, grabbing the blanket from the couch. When he walks back over, he drapes it on your shoulders, and you look back as he kneels down next to you.

"I forget sometimes that we're not built the same. "

His eyes are fixated on the fire, and you just stare at him. As long as you've known Leo, he's always treated you as an equal. Even before he found out about your powers. You hug the cloth to your body, diverting your gaze. It's things like this that irritate you.

One minute he's a drill sergeant then the next he's so sweet. You deflate. You aren't sure if he notices, but he finally looks your way, the very same time you turn to inform him of the photos you got. Your eyes connect, and you're quite literally breathless. He's closer than you expected, and the dim glow of the flame adds to the allure of his beautiful gems.

"You should tell him."

It's that little voice at the back of your head. So you swallow any doubts, ready to spill your guts.

"Leo I-"

"You should get some rest. Make sure and change into warm clothes so you don't catch a cold." He stands abruptly. You can no longer get the words out. Because he's already heading for his room.

This was going to be a long week.

[13thpythagoras]

Tesla was a cool car company before elon schmuckx bought it and got side-tracked by autopilot and unbreakable windows...

It's like the restaurant in town with the best burger gets bought by a scmuck obsessed with super intense ketchup dispensers, to the extent that the ketchup comes out at rocket speed and shreds the burger and he's always getting bogged down with problems his ketchup dispensers ruining burgers

the guy ruins every company he buys, straight up lmao

This thread is hysterical.

[gaitwae]

Tom Branson?

I thought his was a scmuck at first ngl

I think he's one of the best characters in the series

When he and Mary are walking and hiking with their little sticks and talking, I live for that

Tom Branson doing anything with Mary as a story. Friends or no, I live for their love (platonic or not).

I don't really think it's all that special that he's political.

His friendship with Mary.

I have a headcanon that he likes cake way too much. He's the guy at the party that sees the cake on the table, takes a piece, then stares at the cake the rest of the time because he wants it, but he wants other people to have their share but he just wants the bloody cake.

[corpatrem]

❛  you  couldn’t  stop  me  if  you  tried .  ❜ - diane; @starsdusted​

Eyes light up in surprise and Sam neatly flips the glass in his hand as Diane -- and he won’t say this out loud, is currently reminding him of a toddler throwing a little bit of a tantrum. 

                 “Well honey, why don’t you count to three and relax a little? You throwin’ that tantrum of yours ain’t gonna get me to do anything in the first place.”

Never mind... -- he would say it loud. 

                  “Go on, then. Go on the date with Professor Scmucks-a-lot. I don’t care, he doesn’t hold a candle to me.” Scrubs the glass clean before he sets it down, picks up another to refill a beer and slide it down to Norm.

                 “Hope he doesn’t bore you to death.” Sam throws his head back, closing his head back and faking a large snore. Toddler, meet toddler.

[ghosttai]

This is a really shitty artistic renditioning of the magician characters popping themselves into existence. These designs are most likely hella inaccurate but there are some details I’m sure of

-There was a quadrupedal thing

-There was some third scmuck that was shorter than the leader but taller than the quadruped thing (Look I don’t remember what that guy looks like, I just know he was there)

-Their colour is purple

I don’t know the name of a cartoon I used to watch when I was younger and I feel like I’m tripping

The only recollections I have of the cartoon was that it was animated and it aired on TV (that memory better not be a mandela affect) the show was episodic I think and the focus were usually at three shape monster things

I distinctly remembered the plot of one episode centred around a fire-based shape creature-monster thing that fused and spat fire into the pipes of a sewage system, one of the other cartoony creature tried to use a toilet but their behind got heated up (man I don’t even remember if there was any fire) 

I know this exist because for some reason I fixated on the purple magician creatures (Not because of anything they did, I just liked the designs) and drew OCs based one them on MS paint, which my oldest brother found while he was browsing my old MS paint art… Cringe lol

miscellaneous:

- I remember playing a game that had the cartoon abominations, one was a crossover game I played at my moms old laptop. I don’t even know what the game was about or if it was official. I just remembered one of the other world in the crossover being Umizoomi. The other was a mobile game dedicated to the creatures. The only mechanics I remembered were that you break the creatures out of something they’re trapped in and you can fuse.

- I don’t have access to the MS paint drawings nor the games I mentioned above. The computer I used to draw those abominations got it’s contents rebooted and I have no idea where the old memory things are nor have the knowledge to access it. Regarding why I can’t access the games is because I deleted the mobile game for reasons I forgot and the other crossover game was browser based to my knowledge.

[thebestestboyo]

How Remus Started Working For Patton: Part Six

Masterpost

Heads up! As the new episode came out and we have a name for our favorite snakey snek boi, I will eventually lead his revealed name into this fic, but not immediately. This is for the sake of the story, so thank you for understanding!

Tw: Remus being Remus/Swearing/Guns/

He really needed to get a different job.

Remus loathed this office and everyone in it with every fiber of his being. And that was a lot of fibers. How many exactly? He wasn't exactly sure but it was up there. Somewhere...

He pondered this over the sandwich he was eating, having not had breakfast yet due to his sudden apperance at Roman's earlier. At least it wasn't loud like last time, Kathy, the resident hard-ass would have ripped him a new one if it was. It was just one of the many things he hated about this place.

The stuffy atmosphere or the equally stuffy co-workers would have probably been in the top five reasons why he hated it. How could they just sit there and do work quietly? Especially when it was paperwork! Who does that??

The parties were the worst. Free food was great, but considering his company was pretty high up there in the social ranks, the food was boring as hell. It was just fancy finger foods and dry-ass desserts at the big galas, without any extra spices or anything in them. Where was the spice? The flavor? He knew most of the scmucks working there were white but god couldn't they add in something other than salt?

He couldn't get another job that had this stability though, unfortunately. Mama had always told him he would have been a good artist, but she didn't know how hard of an industry it was to get into. With Roman already...struggling, he couldn't. So what if he was stuck in this crappy office job? He'd get out one day.

Maybe.

All of this sad daydreaming was starting to get to him. God he was starting to act like his brother! And as much as he loved Roman, he was a tad too...PG at times. Knowing him he probably fainted at the sight of pretty-boy-Logan.

A clamor seeming to come from downstairs interrupted his mood, causing the usual quiet of the office to become almost deafeningly loud. The bang of gunshots firing experimentally ricocheted off the walls, and it wasn't even on their floor!

Remus didn't even have time to ponder the reason before a flood of what appeared to be gang members burst through the door, bandanas up to their eyes as if they came out of one of those old-timey westerns. This certainly was more exciting sitting and doing paperwork!

"All of you! Get on the ground, this is our terf now!" Some guy in the front pointed his little pea-shooter around, daring someone to object

His co-workers to no surprise, did as the man asked, a couple of them quivering in fright.

Remus on the other hand, hadn't finished his sandwich, and he wasn't going to stop just to lie on the ground. They could at least let him finish before he has to start listening to bargaining terms or whatever they wanted.

"Hey you! Get down on the ground!"

Mama didn't raise no fool, but she did raise a stubborn-ass kid. "Can I finish my sandwich first? I'm eating the chocolate hotsauce part right now and if I don't eat it all at once, the bread gets soggy."

"Wha- I said get on the ground! I don't care about your crappy sandwich!"

This guy was nuts! And coming from Remus, that was a lot!

"But the ground makes it harder to eat the sandwich! And I might puke all over your guys' shoes if I have to eat like that!"

Maybe it was because Remus was too cocky for his own good, or the fact he'd spent several hours talking to gang members of an actually acknowledged and dangerous gang, but for some reason, he didn't care.

"How are you going to puke on our shoes if you're over there???"

"Projectile vomiting. I learned how when I was twelve!"

Wait...what was that? Maybe it was the terrible mix of things Remus had put on his sandwich, but he could have sworn he saw a flash of blue and yellow. Sorta like the sigil that Pat and Dee used...

"That's...that's nasty." The head honcho looked disgusted for a moment, before getting back to the task at hand. "But you still need to get to the ground, or I'll shoot!"

He was pretty sure it wasn't a trick of his mind...there it was again! Was that...wait what was Dee doing here...?

"I'll give you till the count of three man!"

He couldn't exactly tell, but it seemed like he was trying to pick the lock on the door. The other gang probably locked it in case the police came in. It looked like he had some of the Anacondas with him too, but why?

"One..."

Oh shoot he was counting now? Wait what was he supposed to do again? Dee must have seen the look on his face or something, because he doubled his efforts getting the door open.

"Two..."

He had gotten distracted by everything happening that he wasn't exactly sure what this guy wanted anymore. Was he supposed to put his hands up? Lie down? Throw his sandwich?

"Thr-"

"Ree!"

The guy at the front was knocked out cold, Patton standing over him with a baseball bat in his hands. He was wearing a mask, but Remus knew that voice anywhere.

Pat was here too???

Apperantly so, as he rushed across the office to crash into Remus, holding him around the middle. At this point Remus forgot entirely about everything else in favor of Pat.

"Remus that was dangerous! You could have gotten hurt!"

"Patty, you just hit someone with a baseball bat. I'm pretty sure you could have gotten hurt too."

"But you were the one he was aiming at! You need to be more careful!"

Squeezing him closer, he took a glance at the man lying on the floor, and the Anacondas who had already tied up the rest. "Considering you're here, I think I'll be ok."

"But-"

"Hey. Frogger has to get going before the cops get here, so please hurry this up? We know Remus is stupid, but still." Dee cut in. He had a terrible habit of doing that just when Remus really wanted to kiss Pat.

Sighing, Pat squished Ree's face, his eyes serious. "Don't get yourself into trouble you can't get out of. I'll talk to you later, don't you forget I'm mad!"

He couldn't help a small smile at that, even if Pat was trying to be threatening. "Alrighty, I fully expect to be yelled at. Now go! I'll be fine."

A quick ruffle of his hair, and the Anacondas (and Frogger, which was apperantly Pat's code name?) were out, the cops arriving not too long after.

Now, this would usually result in all his co-workers asking why the fuck he was talking domestically with the other, probably more lethal gang members, but luckily for Remus, Dee seemed to have taken care of that by knocking them all unconcious. Unconventional, but it worked! He pretended he too was waking up after being clocked with a glock, and hiding the smile on his face at getting to see Pat.

It was certainly more interesting than doing paperwork!

[anotheronechicagobog]

Advil and Water (Cause Goodwin Ain’t No Scmuck) - You’re An Idiot - Part 2

written by: @anotheronechicagobog​

Warnings: swearing, asshole FBI agents, abduction, canon compliant violence, Irish Gaelic that I used an online translator for cause my Granna was forced to stop speaking it by the Catholic church so I never learned it.

After their little... ‘meet and greet’ Ingrid called her partner, who called their boss, and they hurried their asses up. They got warrants to plant bugs in all of the Burke residences. Every friend, acquaintance, and family member, including and a cousin twice removed who called Tim Burke too much to leave him out of it. And since they’d used Will’s information to get a warrant to get more information, they decided that he wasn’t particularly useful. Put him on even more of an information diet than he was already on. 

Ingrid and two grumpy men, one young and annoyed, the other old and surly, sat across from the couple. Glaring at both of them as they had Nat and Will signed NDA’s. 

“You two might get subpoenaed if this case ever goes to court. You know, given that you didn’t follow my express orders.”

“You know what Ingrid? I don’t really care. I did not want to be doing this in the first place. It put myself and my family at risk. You forced me to do it. And another thing, because of the info I gave you, you got access to all their houses, electronics, and bank accounts. And isn’t that worth much more in court than witness testimony?”

Silence.

“Is that all you need us to sign?”

“Yes, you two can go now.”

“Uh, this conference room is in our hospital. Our place of work. You don’t get to dismiss us.”

“Wow, Halstead, you have some nerve-”

“Enough. I said ‘no’, I said that I didn’t want to do it. You forced me to put my fiance and my son in danger. My family. You have no idea of the damage you’ve caused in the three of us. You don’t get to talk to us about ‘nerve’.” Will stared all three agents down. 

They were met with curious gazes and obvious whispers from the hospital staff as the feds slunk out the ED doors. “Hey, guys, are you okay?”

“We are now, Maggie. We are now.” Natalie held his hand and kissed his cheek. Things were still fractured between them, things still needed fixing, but Will could feel their bond strengthening as he revelled in the loving gaze Natalie was blessing him with. “I love you Nat. You and Owen. So, so much.”

“We love you too.”

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For the first time in four months Will and Natalie heard from Agent Ingrid. They were rounding up the Burke’s, but they lost Tim. He was on the loose and he knew that Will was involved. They didn’t know who did it, but info had been leaked to the Burke’s just before the arrests were made and Tim was the only one to move fast enough and get away.

“Helen just galled from the interstate, there were no troubles getting Owen out of preschool and she doesn’t think they’re being followed. She says that she’ll be at the safe house Jay got us in an hour and a half.”

“Good, now we really need to get going.” But their car didn’t make it out of the parking lot, just their parking spot before they were T-boned by a black Mercedes. Will was too distraught and preoccupied with an unconscious and bleeding Natalie to watch the hulking figure stomp over to his side of the vehicle. “Natalie, can you hear me? Wake up! Nat, please I-”

“Hey Halstead.”

Crack.

Nothingness.

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When Will woke up his head was throbbing and he could hear the blood pulsing through his body. His esophagus had been replaced with sandpaper, and his lips were painfully chapped. “Well look who’s finally awake.”

“Eurgh...”

A fistful of Hair was painfully grabbed from the back of his head. “Hey! I am talking to you. You snitch. You piece of shit! My family, my friends are all rotting in cells because you sold us out to the feds! Our bank accounts are frozen, my picture is on the FBI’s most-wanted list, I have been put on the no-fly list, and my family’s legacy is down the drain. All thanks to you. Y’know I have lost everything because of you, maybe it’s time you lose something because of me.” The words rattled Will’s muddled and confused brain, but he absorbed them. He understood them. Just like he understood Tim moving towards Natalie’s crumpled, unconscious form in the corner of the room and moving to lie over top of her.

Will’s vision went red, his chest constricted, and every molecule in his body was infused with unhinged, violent, fury. With adrenaline pulsing throughout his body Will backed the wooden chair he was tied to into the wall so hard it splintered into tiny pieces and was looming over Tim Burke before he could look away from where he had his fat, sweaty, grimy hands squeezing Natalie’s neck. Will grabbed Tim by a chunky arm and a roll of fat and slammed him on the ground away from Natalie. He wasted no time in bashing his fists into Burke’s face, arms when he tried to defend himself from the onslaught, and his chest. Will didn’t stop when he heard cracks and snaps coming from the other man’s body, nor did he stop when blood that wasn’t his sprayed onto his face and body. Will only stopped when he heard his name called by a soft voice he recognized in a millisecond. “Nat?”

“Will- Wh-ere- hugh-”

“Hey, hey, don’t talk. Your head- I should’ve checked you first- oh God- but the bleeding stopped. It stopped, how do you feel?”

“Like I was thrown off a horse.”

“As long as you don’t feel like you’re on death’s door.”

“And you’re okay, oh my- what happened Will?!”

“Don’t worry, none of it’s my blood. Here, I’ll look around for a phone.”

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Will was okay for the most part, Natalie was the one who needed to be hospitalized. A brain bleed from the car accident and infection from the infested basement they were taken to kept her in the OR and out of his arms for several hours. Helen and Owen were still at the safe house, just to make sure the coast was clear, but Jay promised him they were fine as he waited silently by his brother’s side. “She’s gonna be fine, Will. She’s strong, able to handle more than most people could even think of bearing.”

“And how would you know that?”

“Well she’s engaged to you isn’t she?��� And for the first time in 24 hours Will cracked, an albeit teary, smile.

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“Will, did you really pummel Tim Burke into a pulp for me?”

“Nat, for you and Owen, I’d do anything. Is tusa beirt mo theaghlach, mo shaol.” (You two are my family, my world)

[mrchalamet-mrstyles]

Yes, I'm knew here. So what's your issue with Armie? I'm a new fan. I love Timmy and thought he and Armie were cool and had no idea there was all of this drama. I see he's acting like a scmuck post marriage break-up and seems like he cheated on his wife ... but there must be more. From the newcomer casual observation it seems the hate for him is tied up in the Charmies.

He’s acting like a schmuck and seems like he cheated on his wife...I doubt anything I have to share is gonna change your mind if that isn’t enough to turn you off him. 

[iconuk01]

Oh look, we've taken some of Batman's more goofy villains and, here''s a twist no one will ever suspect, made them all crazed, bloodthirsty murderers...

Sigh....

Look, sometimes a three time loser scmuck with a gimmick is just a lot more FUN to read about as a three time loser scmuck with a gimmick.

A series of themed robberies here, a ludicrous deathtrap there, and we're happy.

They don't all need to be Hannibal bloody Lecters.

Lazarus Planet: Dark Fate #1 - “Whisper of the Moth” (2023)

written by Tim Seeley art by Baldemar Rivas & Ivan Plascencia

[quailthekenku]

Back-and-forth Dialogue With A Friend: Callie Visits the Conquerors

(Callie belongs to Toblerone, who is an awesome artist and also one of my best friends so please check her out thank you UwU)

(Also none of this is canon sry)

- me

~ Toble

-- Setting the scenery/explaining the scenario to Toble --

“-It's kind of like a medieval kingdom with high-technology. The floor is made of marble tiles. The planet is only half of a destroyed planet conquered by the organization long ago.

- There're illumise propaganda banners and quotes plastered around every corner or being projected onto screens that hang over the city.

- And there're controlled soldiers marching patrols amidst the conversating people of mixed factions as they run amuck through the city. Some poor scmuck in a mask is being apprehended by some soldiers for graffitiing a building around the corner. People stick to their own factions mainly, especially when it comes to anyone in the Interceptor faction (Characterized by grey/black eyes instead of blue or red)

-  "Some other places that you could visit are the Reclaimer Sector" Quail said, her astral finger pointing to the left through a cyan arch,

-  "The Interceptor Sector," She continued, pointing to a grey brick gateway in front of them,

-  "And the main Pavillion, which no one really uses because they don't get a long too well is over there too." She threw a thumb over her shoulder at the pristine white and black archway marked with the Illumise insignia on it. "The boss of this place lives up there," Quail turned around and pointed at a cylindrical tower extending up from the Pavillion, which was topped by a sphere of one-way glass, "But no one goes there. It's crawling with elite guards, and no one visits him unless he wants them to."

-  "Good luck," she grinned mischievously, and promptly vanished.

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~ Calli stared out onto the street. It was very different then the smooth walls and streets of the cities she had lived in.

- Around the corner sat three figures, conversing in low, excited voices, all wearing crimson cloaks. One had theirs pulled over their head, who seemed to be talking the most.

~  Her eyes landed on them, and she stared for what could be a little too long, wondering.

-  The three figures continued talking until one of them, with fiery pink hair buzzed on one side, noticed her looking. Callie noticed the metal plate and eye grotesquely grafted onto the left side of her face. The hooded figure rolled up a piece of paper that the three of them had been looking at.

~  Calli only raised an eyebrow, she was almost 60 percent metal herself anyway. 

~ She then realized her ears and tail were in plain view, and she stepped back to hide them.

-  The hooded figure turned towards her, a suspicious frown barely visible on his face. "You don't seem like you're from around here," He said suspiciously.

~  "You would be correct." Calli answered.

-  He walked toward her, pocketing the paper inside his cape, and held his hand out expectantly. "ID?" He asked.

~  "I've done nothing wrong," She said. "But I suppose I'll humor you." Calli raised a metal gloved hand and a hologram shot into the air, showing her name and other info common for an ID. It was a fake ID, of course. Calli had no intention of being truthful to a rude stranger.

-  The other two cloaked figures looked at her hologram ID in a mixture of shock, confusion, then a sort of sinister smirk. In front of them, the hooded figure smirked, then pulled something from his pocket. The second cloaked figure was now moving behind the hooded figure, and walking silently behind Callie. "I meant one of these, sweetheart," He said sweetly, holding out a square of metal and glass in one biker-gloved hand. It sparked, then bright red letters scrolled across the glass panel's surface. "But close enough." The second figure grabbed her from behind.

~  Calli smirked. 

~  She twisted and threw her attacker on the ground, so hard that a snapping sound could be heard. She then half morphed her arms, until they were sharp, battle ready weapons. "Bad idea." She hissed angrily. Her ears and tails became visible again, and her tail lashed angrily around her legs. Calli’s ears were pinned flat against her head.

-  The second cloaked figure groaned on the ground. The hooded figure smirked, then snickered, which turned into a full scale laugh. He abruptly cut off, and pulled a small pen-like rod from another pocket in his cape. He flicked his hand out, and it extended into a shortstaff. The end crackled with red electricity. He lifted his hood, Surge stared at the freak with his mismatched eyes, one cornflower blue and the other black and red, through the metal plate covering half his head. Twelve sets of coordinated footsteps were approaching from the right. "You've poked the wasp's nest, freak," He said sinisterly, red electricity sparking from his staff. "Be ready to get stung." He lunged at her.

~   She smiled. Within seconds, her helmet engulfed her head, hiding her face under a black metal helmet and a turquoise visor. Her whole body was now in the black metal suit, and she moved deftly, jumping forward to meet him. She hit him backwards and he stumbled back a few steps. Calli then pulled a black sword from seemingly nowhere and it blazed to electric blue life. "I see you want to play with lightning." A electronic voice echoed, mockingly.

-  This weirdo might be a handful, Surge thought as he fell back onto his knees, then shook himself. Reinforcements should be here any minute now. Besides, I didn't become the general for nothing. He gritted his teeth and stood up. "More like a short-circuited toaster." he taunted as he strolled past her. She swung at him, and Surge immediately dodged under, sweeping her legs out from under her. "Believe me, you'll be taken care of in no time," He finished as he prepared to swing at her again. 

~   She threw a small box at the wall, a similar box in her hand. In a flash of blue, she teleported out from under him, and she stuck to the wall. "Ah, sweetheart doesn't understand what he's dealing with." she turned her sword from blue (stun), to red (kill). "I'm sorry to take you down so soon." She leapt off the wall and swung her sword, and she saw it get so close that his cloak began to burn.

-  After barely dodging the blade that swung above him, Surge leaped into the air and shouted, "You're one to talk!" Didn't wanna have to try using this, he thought hesitantly, a blue glow beginning to emit from his hands. The two soldiers on the ground, after seeing the glow, immediately scrambled to their feet and ran away. He focused his concentration into one plea, repeating over and over: A beam of light. A beam of fire. A beam of lightning. A beam of... FOR THELOVE OF G0D JUST MAKE IT SOMETHING EFFECTIVE FOR ONCE. The energy gathered in his hands, and he unleashed the unpredictable energy towards the cyborg. It frazzled in midair, then grew bigger and more triangular until a full-sized grand piano was hurtling towards Callie. That works, Surge thought as he landed stomach down on the ground.

~   Calli started for a second and took a step back as the piano slammed powerfully into her energy shield. It knocked her back a bit. "Fine, if I stop fighting will you just imprison me?"

-  Surge got up steadily, trying hard to mask the relief on his face while he answered, "Gladly." Two hands grabbed Callie from behind, handcuffing her as they escorted her towards the middle pavillion. They put a blindfold over her eyes, and sounds around her indicated she was in an elevator going downwards. The blindfold lifted from her vision, showing her a mess of an underground laboratory. The walls were covered halfway with tally marks. Stasis chambers, all but one of them empty, lined the rim of the semicircular room. A few corpses littered the room, their bodies covered in marks from a scalpel. A steel door covered in claw marks stood on the back wall. A girl with wolf ears silently rocked in the left corner, and a teenage boy with bright seafoam hair was chopping a severed finger into tiny bits with a bloodied scalpel in the right. He looked up as Callie was shoved into the room. "You'll stay here until we find a way to use you," the voice of one of the soldiers said ominously from the elevator. "Try to survive until then.” The doors closed behind him.

~  Calli went freely, as she knew she could kill everyone in the elevator without thinking about it. However hard her opponent had tried, she could tell he was relieved. She didn't like to kill when she didn't have to. She stepped into the room, and tore the blindfold off. Calli surveyed the few people and stood silently.

-  The teal-haired teen looked up from the gore he was cutting and smiled, waving one chained hand. 3, said a number on his white bloodstained longsleeved shirt."Heya, Catgirl! They leave you for dead too?"

~  Calli let her suit recede into nothingness, and she stepped forward. Looking totally human now.

~ "Yes." was all she said. 

-  "Great! Nice suit ya had there. Or was I just seeing things again?" He tilted his head, looking from his scalpel back to her. He stood up, and the chains around his hands flashed green for a moment. "Name's Vian. Welcome to the Failure club!!! That is, unless you can somehow magically get us out of this place."

~  "You saw a suit. And I can. Get you out, I mean." Calli turned to look at him. "My name is Calli, in case you were wondering."

-  "Nice to meet you, Cassee! I'm Vian." He reached his hand out to shake hands with her, but the chain on his hand pulled it back, flashing a cautionary yellow. "That over there's Scion," He introduced, pointing to the figure in the stasis chamber wearing a respirator. "And that's Threshen," He groaned, pointing forlornly at the rocking figure in the other corner. "I think she's a little bit off her rocker, if you know what I mean," He stage-whispered.

~  "I see." She said politely. "Well, do you want out of here? I can get us out in a snap-"

-  The girl suddenly let out a blood-curdling scream that filled the room, and Vian plugged his ears. "SEE WHAT I MEAN?!" He shouted over her as she continued to scream.

-   Threshen stopped screaming and continued rocking in place. "THAT WOULD BE LOVELY, CARLIE," He continued, seemingly unaware that she had stopped screaming, "IF THE GUARDS WEREN'T PATROLLING OUTSIDE." His chains flashed yellow again. "I COULD PROBABLY HELP BETTER," He continued, "IF I DIDN'T HAVE THESE CHAINS ON ME." He gestured to the black metal chains around his wrists.

~   "I can do something about those too," She said. "And she's stopped screaming, you can talk normally again." Her ears moved forward.

-  "Oh," He said. "Right." The elevator made a whirring noise, as if someone was beginning their descent down.

~  Calli turned quickly and ran at the elevator doors. She ripped them open with super human strength, and then she reached in and tore the elevator cable. The sound of something heavy falling whizzed past and a muffled scream reached their ears too.

-  The elevator fell to the bottom of the shaft, a woman in a white, blue and red robe sprawled on the ground.

~  Calli looked down at her in disgust.

-  Vian gasped. "Is she dead?" He said excitedly.

~  "I don't think so." Calli said. "Who is she?"

- "Oh, one of those converter people," He said, waving his hand. "Probably come to make you into another soldier."

- "Another pawn."

~  Calli stepped over to the woman, and kicked her in the jaw, knocking her unconscious.

-  "Another slave," He pressed, slowly leaning forward on his chains.

~  "Now, do you want to get out or not?"

-  Vian's eyes lit up. "R-r-really?" He hesitated, looking down at the scalpel still in his hands, then back up at Callie with a fearful expression. "I... Don't think that's a good idea..."

~  "Why so?" She asked. "Anything would be better then living down here in fear." Calli's eyes darkened. "Even death."

-  He stood fearfully. "I've done things," he admitted, gesturing at the bodies of scientists strewn all over the floor, "Bad things. I... don't trust myself." He was straining against the chains now, and they were flashing orange on and off now.

~  "But why throw away your chance to change?" She asked. "I've done horrible, even evil things myself. But I've changed myself. I'm much better now."

-  Vian stopped, contemplated this, and smiled. "You're right. Let's get out of this place."

~  Calli grinned. ~ "I knew you'd come around." She said, then stepped toward him. "Do you mind if I..?" She pointed at his hands.

-  He stepped away from his chains , holding them tight and away from him so she could cut them. The chains flashed red, and a burst of blue light sparked on the cuffs on Vian's wrists with an electric ZAP. He yelped and collapsed to the ground in pain, then rose slowly and gestured for Callie to cut them. 

~  Calli first wrapped metal gloves hands around them, and the dull black glow slowly dimmed, and then, she plucked them off effortlessly and dropped them to the floor.

-  Vian stared at the rings of Litchenberg scars that marred his wrists. "T...Thank you," he said in bewilderment. Threshen stood behind them, stumbling slowly towards the door, glaring at Vian as she passed with her glassy eye. The other was scratched out. Calli noticed that Threshen's right arm was missing as Threshen sat in the elevator shaft's base.

~  She shook her head. "it's just what I do." She gestured, "Follow me, and then, she walked to the other side of the room, away from the elevator."

- Vian smiled and nodded, walking toward the door with her. When Threshen didn't follow, he sighed, took her hand and dragged her toward the door, despite her screaming, clawing and thrashing.

~  When Calli stopped at a wall with no door and far away at the elevator, Vian seemed confused. "Come closer. I'm blowing the stilts off this building and if you're anywhere out of my shield you'll be killed." Calli began to place at least six or seven glowing charges in a circle around her, all electric blue.

-  He stood in shock for a second, then nodded solemnly, dragging Threshen closer in as the three of them braced for impact. "Welp," Vian murmured low under his breath, "Guess the Clone's gone." 

~  "Do you want me to get Scion?" She asked, "I haven't set the charges yet."

-  "He's got weird regenerative powers," He explained. "Being a clone of the boss, and all that. He'll be fine."

~  "Alright," She said. A blue shield went up around them, and the charges began to beep. "Get ready, it's gonna be loud."

-  "Roger that," He said, covering his ears, and gesturing for Threshen to do the same.

~  A loud cracking sound came first, and outside the shield a blue smoke seemed to attack the energy field. Then the blackness came, filled with blue lightning. The building began to collapse, falling in on itself and pieces of the walls and ceiling began to hit the shield like hail. 

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We had to stop at this point because of the fact of it being near midnight but...

Some ideas of what I believe would’ve happened:

1. Vian played Callie and goes crazy stabbing everyone once he gets to the surface, including Callie, and they have a “OMG YOU BETRAYED ME D:” Talk. 

2. Callie would’ve met with the boss of Illumise, severely injured/killed them, and left. :>

So ya that was fun!!! UwU

[bellasredchevy]

I legit wanted that scmuck from spy kids to be Edward when I was a younger person lmao.

.........................antonio banderas..............or daryl sabara..........

[thejewelleryactivist]

Via. @diederickvanhovell Marion des strates limpides, discrètes sous des airs clinquants. ring , bague, pièce unique#marion#ring#contemporaryart#belgian#design#fashion#scmuck#diederickvanhovell#unique#contemporaryjewelery#oneofakind#klimt02 #contemporaryjewellery #contemporaryjewelry #joyeriacontemporanea #joalheriacontemporanea #gioiellocontemporaneo #bijoucontemporain #AJF #ajfishere #klimt02 #TJA #jewelleryactivist #thejewelleryactivist

[thenextchapterbegins]

He smiles wide. "i mean its not all bad. I mean without my friendship." He looks out the window seeing the crack in the sky signifying the purge is honestly moments away by now.

"you would be out there. Like all the other SCMUCKS. safety and booze and a job. Your basically living like a king."

"Eh. Spiced liquor is okay..."

[arespalette]

#arespalette #joaillier #scmuck #handgefertigt #waxing #wax #sculpture #jewelleryaddict #jewellrymaker #sew #tailor #sewing #necklace #broche

[robotiic-natiion]

titaniumthamnophid replied to your post “Skull Man no you’ll get killed King is stronger”

"Hi, yes, Death is Here, and he would like to know your location." This noodle fully supports Skull's ambitions.

“At least SOMEONE fuckin’ gets it! That scmuck ��King’ ain’t nothing but a poncy dress-up robot compared to my arsenal!”