#sgt bash

[triffany-lottablog]

Finished all the animations for these guys

[sigilerator]

got dead metal brainworms and went looking through extra materials and came across the magazine from 2000 and was promptly exposed to the Insane comic backstories for the house robots. in summary

dead metal is from a future war where "cybernetically enhanced humans attacking earth" (known as berserkers) are fighting thermonuclear-powered robots and her only memory is canonically "DESTROY DESTROY DESTROY" over and over

matilda is from atlantis. straight up. atlantis used to have people, robots, and dinosaurs co-existing, and matildas were guard robots that reprogrammed themselves when the overall network crashed and would kick off a 3000 year robot war (a What) robot war

sir killalot is a warlord(?) in post-collapse atlantis

sgt bash was built for the military and was freed by a scientist to fuck over a general

shunt was previously two separate repair robots at a nuclear plant, raskolnikov and razumikhin, in 1989. the reactor started to meltdown and they got sent in but they started fusing inside the reactor. When a third bot, neva, was sent in to see what was going on the fusing bots killed it. a scientist from the Technical Advanced Research Products Agency (TARPA) was set in (theyve also contained the rest of the bots up to this point) to separate them from the core, and almost got pushed into it until they "disengaged the nuclear rod" (im interpreting this as jammed a control rod into shunt to stop the reaction), saving the reactor and freeing shunt.

im not too crazy about these since yk they were for kids magazines before i was born but they were cooking with the shunt origin. "the first robot war was in atlantis" is just absolutely crazy work. incredible even

[fyeahspyroandcrash]

[lucis-dove]

Random Soap MacTavish headcanons {2}

sfw and nsfw

pairing: sgt. Soap MacTavish x reader (cod mw)

tags/tw: domestic stuff, fem!reader, smut, creampie, oral kink, groping, fingering, twt links (straight up porn)

a/n: if I have not seen the scene when Soap floats to he Scottish Highlands, it haven't happened. yes I'm in denial and will re-watch the mw2 campaign religiously, while living in my bubble, I shall feed all of those who wants to join me

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish MASTERLIST

sfw

-god this man chews gum a.fucking.lot, Soap always have a pack of gum in his pocket or bag

-sometimes you send him a look when he starts chewing with the front of his teeth and the sound gets just a tad bit too obnoxious, he always notices but there's two ways he reacts

-either he gives you a bashful smile and shrug before going back to whatever he's doing, mindful to not disturb you again

-or, he simply meets your gaze with arched brows, white gum on full display between his teeth as he offers you a boyish smile, that reaction always precedes his playful mood of teasing you with his chewing, a sharp pop sounding every now and then as he somehow manages to create little bubbles with a simple

-although Soap may be the shortest out of 141, this man is far from small, just put him in a setting where everyone isn't Ghost and he towers over most and it just so happens that you get reminded of it while almost every time you catch him working out

-you just throw him a glance and get kinda stunned when seeing the way your hulking powerhouse of a boyfriend beats the punching bag or throw around weights as if they weight absolutely nothing

-he loves swimming and water

-like, this man wants to go to any body of water at least once on his leave, sometimes just to sit and watch the wave crash against the beach, or the soft clucking of a lake

-sometimes he even takes a quick dip despite being in Scotland and the water impossibly is above 11

-you just watch him in disbelief as he strip and wades into the water until it reaches the middle of his thighs and he submerges himself, you blame it on the military for frying his cold-receptors, but he argues he's been likes this since being a wee lad

nsfw under the cut

-this mf is nasty, Soap loves to see his cum drip out of you and if you’ll let him, he’ll never want to prove his pull-out game is as strong as he boasts about

-sometimes, he is so in his head that he can’t rid himself of his boner until he can shoot his load inside you, jerks himself off with his tip resting just inside your pretty cunt

-ohmygod I just imagined Soap having an oral kink, but more so watching your lips wrap round things, your tongue running over whatever is sealed within your mouth

-of course he loves when you give him oral, having you sink to your knees before him with a football game in the background after a stressful day, he can see heaven the way his head cranes backwards

-but, it doesn't even need to be anything sexual, you can be licking an ice cream, a lollipop, Jesus Christ your fucking fingers from the sauce when you cook, he can't take his eyes off of you

-Soap is sweat in the bedroom, adores making you feel good and reach your high enough times until you push his hands away and lay there with a drunk smile, limbs slack, eyes half-lidded as they meet his adoringly

-however, sometimes he touches you because he wants to play

-you can be laying in bed, short tank top and panties on as he relaxes in joggers, and his fingers just starts running up and down your scantily clad bottom half

-it starts with Soap just running his hands over your arse, lower spine, until they dip again and he toys with your underwear, fingers occasionally slipping over your clothed pussy, pressing into the seam of your cunt before going back to groping your cheeks

-then he pushes it further, dipping his fingers beneath your panties to toy with your cunt, only to take your panties off altogether to lazily finger you

-he plays for a long time, feeling how you grew wetter and squirm all the more, in the end breathing a desperate pleading 'Johnny' and he knows it'll come because he never stops until it does, just wanting to see for how long you'll let him run his hands over you before getting to needy

[gnocchibabie]

some unspoken thing

john price x fem!reader

synopsis: price does his best to keep you away from a dangerous mission, but against his best efforts, you tag along anyway. when you find yourself injured, some interesting feelings are brought to the surface. 

tags/cw: graphic depictions of violence (I based the beginning of this on the “clean house” mission from mw19 but changed a few details), angst, fluff/comfort, mutual pining 

word count: 4.0k

a/n: i love price... also! if you would like a spicy part 2 of this…let me know bc i may or may not already have most of it written hehe.

The house - an unsuspecting little thing, sat in the middle of what everyone would agree to be a normal London suburb - was now coated in darkness. You had just reached the back door of the house from the fuse box, having carried out your orders to kill the power. Voices could be heard from inside the house now. You can’t make out exactly what they are saying, but imagine their hushed voices uttered words of confusion. Confused whispers became urgent, alarmed calls to each other and suddenly, all was quiet from inside the house.

 Slipping your night vision goggles over your eyes, what should have been a pitch black scene was coming to you in various shades of green. Amongst the other soldiers gathered around the door, you catch a glimpse of your captain, John Price, and sgt. Garrick. 

You study your captain’s face momentarily. His brow is furrowed in concentration, lips shut in a thin line as his attention is solely focused on the door ahead of him. His hand grips his gun and you note how one particular vein seems to pop out in response to him flexing his hand.  Price has an exceptional talent for being able to zero in when on the field - something you currently found yourself struggling with. He also had a talent for popping into your head at the most inconvenient times. Although, that was no fault of his own. Price catches your stare from the corner of his eye, causing you to quickly look away.  

A wave of shame makes your face heat up. Focus, you scold yourself. You’re gonna get yourself killed in there. You direct your attention back to the door ahead of you as everyone has begun to take their place. Gaz offers you a small nod and turns back to the door, waiting for Price to give a signal. You suck in a breath and take your place, pointing your gun to the entrance. Its green laser marks a spot on the wood that would surely be meeting someone on the other side. 

A quick nod from your captain, and the door is bashed inwards, wood splintering and flying into the air. A man stands in front of you on the other side and your laser meets a spot on his chest, the bullet that follows sending him to the floor. “Move in,” a gruff order from your captain sends you and the other soldiers into the house. Trailing behind Gaz and Price you make your way up the stairs of the house to the second floor as muffled shots ring out below - the rest of the team clearing out any threats on the first floor. “Gaz, first door on the left. Y/N with me,” Price whispers. The captain’s command puzzles you, considering what had transpired days before the mission. No matter. “Copy,” you mutter, creeping along the hall to the door next to Gaz’s. You catch a glimpse of him nudging the door open and hear an accompanying bang and thud. When you reach your door, Price stands at the other side of the entrance and slowly turns the knob - raising his gun to point into the cracked space. 

Another muffled shot and a thud. 

He moves into the room and you follow behind. As Price inspects his side of the room, you turn a corner to see a frantic man waving a gun around, holding a woman in front of him.

The sight makes you hesitate. “No! No - don’t shoot! Don’t kill me please! Please,” the woman is shrieking at you now, tears in her eyes as the man tells her to shut up. He has her in an iron grip, keeping her in place. In a split second you aim at the man’s head and send him crashing down, his human shield released and landing next to him on the floor. Before you even realize what’s happening, the woman is turned around reaching for something in the darkness. 

“Y/N GUN!” Price yells behind you, watching the scene play out before him.

He sends a round into the woman and she crumples to the ground, but not before a bullet of her own finds its way into you, digging into your shoulder. 

“Fuck-” you stumble back, pain exploding across your chest, shoulder, and arm. Red blossoms across your uniform, painting the military camo a bright crimson. Price is behind you now and steadying you to sit on the floor, his breathing uneven.

You try to collect yourself, despite the searing pain ripping through your body. The adrenaline from the altercation is the only thing keeping you grounded. “It’s not so bad,” you mutter, grimacing “she got me in the shoulder, just above my-” 

“Enough,” your captain’s tone ties your tongue in a knot, “Garrick, get her out of here and call for a medic. Now.” His eyes are dark and you suddenly feel very small in your place on the floor. 

-

Sat behind the house, you watch intently as the medic dresses your wound. The bullet had thankfully - and painfully - went clean through your shoulder. The combat medic skillfully wraps cloth around your arm and shoulder area; you wince as she tightens the dressings and ends it in a neat knot. “You’re quite lucky you know…” her eyes scan over her handiwork, seemingly satisfied with it for now, “We’ll stitch this up back at base, sounds like they’re almost done in there anyways” she says, putting her supplies back into its kit. “Yeah… thank you,” you reply hoarsely, the adrenaline wearing off and the pain beginning to catch up with you. Your frustration at the situation bites at you almost as hard as the intense ache radiating throughout your body. 

Of course it had to be me, you thought.

Price will boot me off the team for this.

He was right.

I’ve caused problems for everyone else.

I should have noticed her grabbing his gun.

What if she had shot him?

What if I compromised the mission?

I really am slipping.

What if Price-

The sound of boots coming down the stairs breaks you out of your thoughts. Looking up, you see Price, Gaz, and the rest of the team exit the house. You note Gaz is carrying a laptop and sigh, knowing it to be a sign your mission was successful. You had the intel you came here for. Getting shot had been worth it.

You suppose.

“Evacs on its way - let’s move out and…,” Price’s orders reach your ears but the tail end of his sentence becomes muddled. Your ears begin to ring and a feeling of panic settles in your chest. Now, a warm sensation creeps down your front. Looking down, you see that the cloth wrapped around your formerly stable wound had become soaked with blood. You open your mouth:

“Oh…”

“Shit!” the medic yells - her attention back on you. Cementing herself on the ground next to you, she eases you back onto the ground. Her hands come down hard on your shoulder to apply pressure and it takes everything in you not to scream out in pain. You try to watch as your blood stains her hands but black, hazy dots begin to cloud your vision. 

“You get her on that med-evac NOW dammit!” Price must have moved closer after the commotion. You struggle to make him out, even though he is looming directly over you. His dark, unreadable expression from earlier has been replaced by one of anger and worry. Maybe even fear. “Fucking hell she’s pale…” his remark isn’t heard by you - now fading in and out of consciousness and struggling to even keep your eyes open. A calloused hand brushes across your sweaty forehead, sweeping your hair out of your face. You can’t tell whose is.

“We need to move her now,” the medic states gesturing for Price to help lift you from your place on the ground, “On three - one, two, three-”

Amidst the uproar around you, you feel fatigue tug at your eyes and slip into a surprisingly comforting state of unconsciousness. 

-

A rapping knock sends Price’s attention to the door of his office. He shuts the file he’s currently reading and clears his throat, “Come in.”

When your frame comes into view, any traces of a smile immediately disappear from his face. In any other instance, the captain would be more than happy to see you. 

Years ago, Price had taken you under his wing as a new recruit at Laswell’s request. And as much as he had tried to prevent it, Price had taken a strong liking to you - too strong for his own comfort. 

This liking had become even more of a problem for the captain lately. Recently there had been several occasions when Price was filing reports and he found himself staring into a corner of his room wondering what you were up to. When you were actually together, his focus was poured solely into his work or whatever task was at hand. He knew the importance of what he did, and you devoted yourself equally as much to your job. Anything else between you two would be unprofessional. But at night, when he was alone - laying in bed and unable to sleep, John Price thought of you. If you were also lying in bed, struggling to fall asleep. How you were never afraid to offer your feedback, no matter who you spoke to. How you always had his back and how he always had yours. John Price knew he had feelings for you, but that didn’t mean he would - or even could - act on them. 

His main priority was work. It had to be. He takes pride in his role - he loves what he does. And so do you. He understands everything his job entails, meaning he understands how one day he could be gone from this earth in the blink of an eye. And so could you. So, why  would he ever act on those feelings? It was no matter whether or not you shared the same feelings  - he knew for a fact you did. 

Price was an observant man. He saw the way your posture changed when he walked into a room. He noted the way a blush crept across your cheeks whenever he called you “love” (which admittedly started as a joke, but now he does it to get a rise out of you)  - noticed even more so the way you would immediately look away to hide the red on your face. Had tried not to pull you aside to another room and just bare his heart to you right then and there after you had brought him a pack of imported cigars from one of your missions - even after he specifically told you not to worry yourself about picking something up for him. 

But why would he risk putting you in even more danger than you face everyday? For some probable short-lived relationship that may end up leaving one of you irreparably scarred, to no fault of your own? You could be used against him, and him against you. The man couldn’t rationalize it. And if he couldn’t have a relationship with you, he would do everything in his power to keep you out of trouble while he still could. So when he had gotten word that his and your efforts had paid off - had led you to a house where affiliates of Al-Qatala were harboring weapons and intel, he took you off the raid that was soon to come. It was selfish, he knew that. Even Laswell had questioned his request. But the thought of you in a close quarters mission encountering terrorists armed to the teeth filled the man with dread. He wouldn’t have it.Your voice finally reaches his ears.

“I’m off the mission?” you say, hurt and bitterness evident in your voice.

“Y/N-”

“I’m off the mission and I didn’t even find out through you? Fucking Gaz had to break the news to me?”

“Love, I would suggest you calm down for a moment and watch your tone,” his voice is low, stern. 

You scoff, “Sorry sir -” your voice is dripping with attitude and it stirs something inside of John’s chest. You continue, “But seriously? We’ve been tracking these guys for months - I’ve been gathering so much intel. For you! Just for you to take me off this breach when we finally know where they are? And I get no explanation?” you look up at Price, searching for something in his eyes. He stares at yours, noting the dark bags under them. He wonders how you’ve been sleeping lately. Not the time, he thinks to himself.

Price pauses for a moment. “You want an explanation?” he looks down at you, “You’ve been slipping lately. I saw you during our last outing. You’re unfocused. Bloody miracle you got out as unscathed as you did - and if you keep it up, next time you won’t be as lucky” his words reverberate throughout the room and are followed by a tense, punctuated silence. Price struggled to keep his eyes on you, struggled even more to throw such exaggerated criticism your way. 

You sit there, stock still. Silence, and then -

“Wow…Sir that - that is…the biggest load of horseshit I’ve ever heard in my life.”

“And that attitude is another reason in itself why you’re sticking behind.” Price booms, knowing damn well he would be just as upset if he was in your shoes.

“You taught me all I know about having a bad attitude.” you whisper. 

It seems almost impossible for the office to grow quieter but it does. Price is mad. Not at you, but rather mad at the situation he’s put himself, and you into. “Captain. I mean it. If there’s one thing you’ve taught me, it’s to call people out on their bullshit. No matter who they are.” you stare into his eyes now. 

You can feel his frustration but observe something else you can’t quite place, “So, I’m calling bullshit. I’m going on this mission. I deserve it and I can handle it.”

The man chuckles dryly. Truthfully, he finds himself increasingly annoyed yet drawn to your stubbornness. “Well, it’s already been decided-”

“I spoke with Laswell before coming to see you. I suggest you go do the same - seems like she sees more eye to eye with me on this issue. Unlike you I’ve got enough courtesy to give someone a heads up when their plans change.”

And before he can even say anything, you’re up. Chair loudly scraping across the floor as you stomp out and slam the door of his office closed. 

Price hears your footsteps retreat down the hall. As soon as you’re out of earshot, a string of curses leaves his mouth and he slams a fist down on his desk. All his efforts to keep you at bay - whether that be away from danger or away from his heart had failed. 

“Fuck.” he breathes. 

-

You’re pulled out from your sleep by the sound of beeping. A high pitched, rhythmic beeping stings your ears and you try to force your eyes open. Immediately, your sight is flooded by an overwhelming brightness. You groan and something stirs beside you. 

“Y/N?” a gruff voice you could place anywhere asks.

“Price…” you croak, throat dry. You squint your eyes and attempt to take in your surroundings. 

You lie in a hospital bed, adorned with a plain gown and covered in white blankets. Turning your head slightly, you see a vase of flowers next to you. Sunflowers. Your favorite.

Captain John Price sits in a chair next to your bed. His eyes are bloodshot.

You try to sit up for a better view but your movements become halted as a searing pain rips at your shoulder and arm. Oh, right.

“Careful, love” John is standing now, helping you to sit up properly. He gingerly straightens you, careful to avoid your newly stitched up wound. 

You don’t meet his gaze, though you can feel the way he looks at you - as if you’re made of porcelain. 

“You can go ahead and say it” you begin, “Tell me how you were right and I was wrong. How I fucked up back there and almost got both us kill-” you sputter, throat still dry. Price grabs a water bottle sitting on the nightstand next to you. Wordlessly, he unscrews the cap and places a hand on your chin. Now you’re looking at him. You dip your head back and he places the tip of the bottle on your lips, allowing you to drink. The water is cool and chills your throat. 

“You really are something,” Price says, “gabbin’ off to me after getting bloody shot - almost bleeding out.” he almost laughs. You swallow and look away, your attention turned towards your flowers. 

“Something was bound to happen, it was inevitable. I’m slipping just like you said.” you whisper and he swears he sees your eyes get glassy. 

Price sighs. “Y/N…I was wrong to say that. There’s nothing wrong with you. You’re one of the best damn soldiers I’ve worked with. These things happen - it’s inevitable in our line of work.” he looks up to see your attention still fixed upon the sunflowers on your nightstand. “But this happened on my command, you wanna blame someone - blame me. Not yourself.” 

That has you turning your head to him, head tilting in confusion. 

“You’re not responsible for me.” you’re quick to reply. Price understands what you mean, but that doesn’t stop the pang in his heart from your words. He looks down, shaking his head. “I am.” he says bluntly.

Silence fills the room again, making you think back to the ordeal that transpired in his office right before the mission. You both feel unsure of what to say now.

“How long have I been asleep?” you finally ask.

“About a day and a half.”

You think for a moment.

“Am I gonna lose my arm?” you attempt a joke.

He stifles a laugh, but feels a little guilty after. You shouldn’t be making light after such an ordeal, but he decides against lecturing you. “You’ll keep your arm another day. They cleaned the wound and stitched it up. Lost a lot of blood - had to have a transfusion. You almost went into shock.”

“Oh…” Silence. “Well, did we get the intel we needed?” you question, remembering the laptop you saw Gaz carrying right before you passed out.

“We did. That’s all you need to know right now. I’ll brief you when you aren’t hooked up to all these machines." His answer seems to satisfy you.

“Who are the flowers from?” you ask, trying to move on. 

“That would be me.”

More silence.

“I love sunflowers.” you mutter, dumbly.

Price chuckles at this, “I know, love.”

“...Why…did you do that for me?”

Price pauses, considering how best to answer your probing, “Because I know you love them.” A simple answer. Your heart beat is picking up slightly, the beeps from the monitor increasing in frequency.

Thoughts swarm in your head. The same ones that buzz around on sleepless nights when you wonder what your captain happens to be doing in the same moment. You think for a while and Price watches you. 

“Why did you…say all those things - before, in your office? If you clearly don’t believe them.” you ask finally.

John takes in a deep breath and takes one more look at the bright yellow flowers, then into your eyes. “I don't…” he has to think carefully about his response, “I don’t want anything bad to happen to you. Ever. I wanted to leave you behind for this mission. Wanted to keep you out of harm's way - but I know - I know I can’t. You run head first into danger every day, I know that. And I know you’re going to help anywhere you can. That’s who you are.” he exhales, “I know it’s inevitable things like this will happen on the job - to both of us. Know it’ll catch up with me one day,” you wince at this and he feels his heart sink again, but continues, “I’m sorry for what I said. More for what happened. I was so angry when you got hurt, still angry-”

“It’s not your fault,” you stop him.

“I’ll hear none of tha-”

“John.” you breathe, something different about your tone. “When are we going to talk about this?”

“We are-”

“This unspoken thing between us.”

He feels like the breath is knocked out of him. John Price has fought in wars, fallen out of helicopters, faced horrors normal people couldn’t even dream up - but nothing could prepare him for this conversation he’s desperately been trying to avoid. 

Despite his best efforts, his walls slowly start to fall.

“We’re certainly not gonna talk about it with you in this hospital bed,” he says

“So when?” you quip, “When I inevitably end up in one again? In an even worse state? Or when you find yourself in one?” He shakes his head at the thought. “When, Price?” Your persistence stirs him and before he knows it, the captain extends a hand towards you, resting it on your own.

When he can’t find any words, you continue: “When she shot me…all I thought about for a moment was you. If it hadn't been me it would have been you. I thought about you…I find myself thinking about you a lot these days…and I was thanking whoever happens to be listening up there that I got caught in the shoulder instead of the heart, so I didn’t have to leave you…so I need you to know how I feel. And it’s okay if you don't feel the same - though I think you do - but if you don't, I’ll deal with it and we’ll move on and you can laugh at me but I need you to know.” you close your eyes after rushing through the tail end of your confession. You wish the hospital bed would just swallow you whole.

You feel his hand close over yours, moving it up to his lips, still careful not to strain your shoulder. A kiss is pressed into your fingers. Your eyes snap open and a soft gasp leaves your mouth.

“Well I don’t know how you expect me to follow that up, love” Price says, meeting your surprised expression. “And I would never laugh at you - probably.” That has you giggling. He smiles at the noise. “I think of you all the time too love. How couldn’t I? You’ve been in my life for years now. We’ve worked together for years…I want to be with you all the time. So, if we’re going to do this, we need to understand what we’re getting ourselves into and what-”

You cut him off, “Oh please - you think I haven’t thought of this? John, I know what a relationship with you would mean. Probably more than anyone else in this world,” you make sure to look into his eyes before your next words, “but I would choose it - over and over again I would choose you.”

Price doesn’t understand it. Doesn’t understand how someone with as much blood on his hands as he has could ever be graced to hear this. Graced to have you. 

He cups your cheek, moving some hair out of your face. “You better get well and out of this bed soon, love. We have a lot of lost time to make up for.” He moves his face closer and studies your eyes. His gaze flickers down to your mouth. He closes the gap between you both and presses his lips against yours. 

The machine monitoring your heart rate begins beeping rapidly. You both laugh, “Do I get you that riled up, darling?” Price teases you. Not a moment later, a nurse comes bursting through the door. You quickly pull away from each other as she rushes over to you. “Are you alright dear?” she asks, looking over the heart monitor. It begins to slow now, beeping at a normal pace. “What happened? What had you all worked up?” she continues, clearly confused. You and Price share a look, beginning to laugh all over again. 

[trinketfairy]

Love the way the sunset is casting light on my Jellycats right now 🌤

📿☔️🧀🎄 With Rosemary (she/they/rose) the Jellycat Sacha white tiger, Sgt. Puddles (he/quack) the Jellycat Bashful duckling, Babybel (she/her) the Jellycat Carey calf, and Reuben (he/jingle) the Jellycat Remi reindeer

[rougepancake]

Hi! Could I request Bruno Bucciarati x reader where Bruno is injured and have to stay in the bed and reader (also stand user and member of bucci gang) is taking care of him?

ADORABLEEEE

Confessions

FT. Bruno Bucciarati

WARNINGS: injury, mentions of violence, fluffy stuff. Not proofread

“Bucciarati? Are you in here?” Your voice echoed in the empty room. Abbacchio had told you that they were in need of your help, but you hadn’t quite expected it to involve your Stand.

You see, you run an orphanage in Napoli. It’s all you can really do without getting involved in whatever Bruno and the others do. They’ve refused to tell you, saying that it’ll keep you safe, but you’ve got your ideas.

“Hello?” He was supposed to be in the orphanage, yet you couldn’t find him anywhere. According to Abbacchio, he wouldn’t even be able to move that far- so where had he gone? Thankfully the children were outside, which meant that they wouldn’t know about your injured friend.

The less they knew the better.

“Ah. Y/n. It’s good to see you.” His voice came from behind you, causing you to jump.

“What in the world?! Aren’t you supposed to be in the recovery room??” You shouted, and he smiled. Clearly he was injured, his face pale and his movements unsteady. It made you worry to see such a strong man in such a state.

“Sorry. I wanted to see what you’ve done with the place…” His smile was bashful, his hand extending to you as he put his weight onto you. “I should have rested, like I was told…”

“Never mind that.” You sighed and grabbed his hand, leading him back to the recovery room so you could heal him. “How bad is your injury?” You felt Bruno tense at your question, which meant that it was worse than the usual scratches he came in with.

With a sigh, you led him to the cot and grabbed some bandages. “You’re gonna be here a while, you know that, right?” All he could do was nod.

“I don’t mind. I trust you.”

It was a good thing your back was turned to him, because your face flushed an embarrassingly deep shade of red.

“Well that’s good to know, since you and I are about to get to know each other very well.” You hid your embarrassment with a smirk, gesturing for him to take off his shirt. “Can’t heal you if I don’t know what I’m working with, right?”

“I suppose so.” He slid off his suit jacket, setting it aside with a shy smile. God he was adorable.

But his wound was not.

“What exactly did you get yourself into?!” You scolded, summoning your Stand, Sgt. Pepper, so that you could work on closing his wound. It was a large gash in his side, slightly hidden by shitty gauze and bandages that must’ve been used when he first got hurt. The sight made you sick, but you couldn’t just leave him like this.

“Abbacchio and I got into a fight with another Stand User…” He didn’t seem too keen on sharing the details, which probably meant he was dealing with dangerous people. You knew what he and the others did, and you knew they considered you to be a part of their little gang, but them keeping you in the dark like this really got to you.

So, you sat in silence, your hands on his wound as you used your energy to heal him to the best of your abilities. It would leave a scar, and he’d need to take it easy for a couple of days, but at least he was safe.

“Why are you so quiet?” The sound of Bruno’s voice tore you from your thoughts, and you blushed as you finished up.

“I-I was just thinking about how bad your s-scar will be-“ You cleared your throat and looked everywhere but his eyes, clearly trying to avoid the elephant in the room.

He smiled and looked away, laying down on the cot with a sigh. There was something about his smile that really got to you. He was almost angelic, a being too beautiful to roam the streets of Napoli.

“You know… the children at the orphanage really like it when you visit.” You put away the bandages and grabbed him a glass of water.

“I’m sure they aren’t the only ones.” Bruno took the glass from you and sat up slightly, ignoring the pain in his side as he looked at you. He knew you were embarrassed, and to be fair, so was he. He was incredibly nervous to be alone in such close quarters with you, and internally cursed himself for getting injured at such a time.

It had gotten to the point that he couldn’t think of you without getting severe butterflies in his stomach. Abbacchio didn’t help him either, and was always picking on him for catching feelings for the gang’s healer.

“You’re right.” A sudden burst of confidence flowed through you, urging you to take a step closer to him. “I too quite like it when you visit.” You reached out and placed your hand on his cheek, your face inches away from his own.

Both of your faces were red, your hearts beating rapidly as you searched one another’s eyes. It was as if the two of you had come to a mutual understanding of how the other felt, and it was like a heavy weight had been lifted from your shoulders.

“You know, I’m going to be here for the next couple of days…” He leaned in gradually, placing his hand atop yours. “Why don’t we make the most of it?”

He leaned in and placed his lips on yours, bringing you in for a kiss that felt like God himself had blessed you with.

“Why don’t you get some rest, Bruno.” You smiled and kissed him back, laying him back down onto the cot as you moved. “I’ll be here if you need anything.” You whispered softly, your heart pounding in your chest. It was a miracle he couldn’t hear it.

“Can you stay with me a little longer?”

“Of course I can.”

It’s not like you wanted to leave anyways.

[therealslimshakespeare]

|| Tag Game | Four Words | One Word Six Letters

feel free to ask me about these random snippets if ya want to 🤗

Thank you to @faegoddessog @blakelysco-pilot and @cosmicoatlatte for tagging me! if you’d like to go another round your word I’d COMFY. My appointed words were as seen below (slightly different games per tag) beware: some nsfw segments below

RULES: You will be given a word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with or contain each letter of your word!

Full: The singular, clacking sound of a tennis court in use meets his ears before Bucky fully emerges from a maze of wisteria vines and once he does, its little effort to single out amongst the four players two tall, dark haired, lithe figures who move on the court with far more vigor and venom than is required at tennis or at seven in the morning. 

Touch: “There is.” Robert agreed, wracking his brain for a way to put it, for what he’d be able to do without turning her skittish, “Gotta let it grow, sweetheart, ‘till you can’t bear it, and then, you let it out, like a good cry. But from -from right here.” he carefully took her wrist from his chest and pressed her hand back to her lower belly, the touch of her own flesh enough to keep her calm, though her chest heaved at his proximity, “Stiffen your fingers, Ida.” he told her and she did.

Over: "What the fuck?" Pat asks, a leading question, one to which Sgt. Almonds just gives him a tight smile, a last-hope-dash sorta smile, utterly out of place in this cozy room. No answer comes. He rubs his eyes and squints at the jiggling leg. Some things you learn about a man as well as any wife does when sharing a tent in the middle of fucking nowhere for two years. "Awfully quiet last night." He remarks over the cacophony of pans and cutlery in the next room over. “She’s sure makin’ up for it now.”

Open: Gale focuses on the familiar yet mildly wrong hand in his hair, he zones in on the glittery pink expanse of her, flat and open and womanly, he licks his lips with surety that he can taste her by mere proximity, and quietly looses his mind when she puts her gloved hand back to his mouth and tells him, “Help me take them off.” 

And for the word flower

F: “Fuck.” Gale heaves out at the sight, he loves this little life they play at, he loves her gloves and her old army watch; the way she drives a car like a man and palms at him before he’s even waved goodbye to his green recruits.

L: Like Bucky’s not helped Benny wash that shit out. Like he’s never seen a woman menstruate. Like he’s never seen blood. 

O: Only way to drive out everyone else in Jack’s mind and in his body, anyone and anything in him that could ever push Bucky away, -and like ripping off a bandage, it’s better done soon and fast and kindly.

W: When Ruthie goes to sit, bashful and appreciative, Rosie puts his toe in the under-slats and slides it nearer his.

E: Eastward was nothing but butchery and a job well done.

R: Ruth Steinem, actually, but nobody that pale and shaky and doe eyed deserves to be called Ruth and she certainly won’t be getting a Miss Steinem out of him and so, Rosie tacks on the endearment, because she’s a silly little thing and deserves a silly little name and it passes for an attempt to make her comfortable even though it has the predictable and intended effect of making her flush well past that stupidly high collar.

No pressure tags below and everyone is welcome to join: your word is Comical

@arabellasleopardcoat @from-memphis-with-love @ab4eva @b17boys @wefewwehappyfew @whirlpool-blogs

[buttdawg]

[Crowd Booing]: The Decline of Hulkamania

I think everyone has seen the footage of Hulk Hogan's appearance on the 1/6/2025 episode of Raw. It was a big enough happening that major news outlets covered it, and I've noticed people trying to understand how this happened. For example, they'll note that Hogan supports Donald Trump, and that's certainly a good way to piss people off, but the Undertaker and Triple H have similar political leanings, so why aren't they booed?

Commentators more familiar with Hogan's recent history will point out the sex tape fiasco, and all the racist stuff he said on the sex tape. But I think he managed to make a few appearances on WWE programming after all of that happened, and he got a warmer reception from the crowd than he deserved. So what changed?

For a lot of wrestling fans, this is all really obvious. Hogan has been a controversial figure long before the sex tape came to light, and maybe 2025 is the year where his bullshit has finally overtaken whatever goodwill he had built up with the public. I think his last big moment of acclaim was when he had that match with the Rock at WrestleMania XVIII, and the Toronto crowd practically forced him to turn babyface. That was in 2002. Everything since then has been a nostalgia run. For a lot of fans, the only version of Hulk Hogan they know is this aging has-been who comes out to do all his catchphrases and tear off his shirt to reveal another shirt. Each time, it gets less and less impressive, and maybe the 2025 audience no longer has any patience for him.

For the sake of argument, let's pretend the sex tape never happened, and no one knows Hogan's a racist. Let's pretend he stayed out of politics, and avoided any other controversies. Even this sanitized version of Hulk Hogan would probably still be irritating to the live crowd, because he's a 71-year-old man doing a beer commercial. He's not there to promote the card, or talk up any of the wrestlers. He just babbles about himself, and how his tag team partners are kind of like Netflix or something. It's stupid and boring and everyone just wants to move on to the next segment. It's not even original, because Ric Flair was plugging his stupid energy drink on AEW last year.

The thing is, fans have been turning on Hulk Hogan for a very, very long time. I watch a lot of Cultaholic videos, and whenever Hogan comes up in one of their top ten lists, they'll talk up his star power and his blunders in the same breath. Younger wrestling fans have probably heard about WrestleMania III and the heel turn at Bash at the Beach '96, but they've also heard about WrestleMania IX and the Fingerpoke of Doom. Oh, and that pesky sex tape. And the Kamala Harris joke. And now this disastrous Netflix appearance.

It's a lot to keep track of, so I thought it might be useful to put together a little timeline of Hogan's fall from grace. Nothing definitive, I just wanted to organize the moments that I could think of. More below the cut.

1989: No Holds Barred. The movie premiers on June 12 and makes about five million dollars on its opening weekend. Maybe this is a cheap shot, since No Holds Barred is such a joke, but I think it says something that the biggest star in pro wrestling at the time starred in a movie about himself as a pro wrestler, and it bombed.

1990: WrestleMania VI. Hulk Hogan loses to the Ultimate Warrior in the main event. Not a big deal in itself, but this is widely understood as the moment when WWF started looking ahead to a future without Hogan.

1991: WrestleMania VII. Hulk Hogan defeats Sgt. Slaughter to win his third WWF Championship. The Ultimate Warrior title reign was apparently deemed a failed experiment, but WM7 didn't benefit from putting Hogan back on top. The show was originally booked for the Los Angeles Memorial Colosseum, but had to be moved to the Memorial Sports Arena instead, due to a bomb threat low ticket sales.

1991: Survivor Series. Hogan loses his WWF title to the Undertaker. Notably, there were a lot of pro-Undertaker signs in the live crowd on that show, even though the Undertaker was a heel. I didn't hate Hogan in 1991, but I do know that I was rooting for 'Taker that month.

1992: WrestleMania VIII. Hogan wrestles what was billed as a retirement match against Sid Justice. The finish is botched when Papa Shango misses his cue to interfere.

1993: WrestleMania IX.Hogan comes out of "retirement" to team up with Brutus Beefcake against tag team champions Money Inc. Hogan and Beefcake lose by disqualification, but then Hogan comes out after the main event of the show and wins the WWF title from newly crowned champion Yokozuna.

1993: King of the Ring. After winning the WWF title, Hogan practically vanishes from WWF television, finally returning in May to lose the title back to Yokozuna before leaving the promotion.

1994: Thunder in Paradise. Hulk Hogan stars in his own TV series as "Hurricane" Spencer, a former Navy SEAL working as a mercenary with a high-tech boat. It isn't very good.

1994-1995: WCW. While Hogan signing with the rival promotion was probably a smart business decision in the short term, his already stale superhero act was rejected by many fans who saw him as a betrayal of WCW's style of pro wrestling. Questionable booking decisions include Hogan winning the WCW title from Ric Flair in his debut match, Hogan's bizarre feud with the Dungeon of Doom, and the the hiring of many of Hogan's friends from his WWF years.

1995: Pastamania.

1995: Hulk Hogan and the Wrestling Boot Band release Hulk Rules, their first and only album. Of the ten tracks, one song is his WCW entrance theme, and six songs have the word "Hulk" in the title. The tenth track, "Hulkster in Heaven" is a song about Hogan mourning a deceased fan, and promising to see him again in the afterlife.

Hogan would later claim that "Hulkster in Heaven" was a tribute to a Make-A-Wish kid who died of cancer during a wrestling show at Wembly Stadium in 1992. Hogan would also claim that the song was written to raise funds for the family of James Bulger, a British toddler who was brutally murdered by children in 1993. Both versions of the story are absurd fabrications.

1996-1998: nWo. Hulk Hogan betrays WCW to join forces with Outsiders Scott Hall and Kein Nash. The New World Order breathes new life into Hogan's career by finally allowing him to play the villain. However, fans soon grow weary of the long, repetitive storyline, which eventually culminates in the nWo splitting into two warring factions. Throughout this period, WWF and ECW relentlessly mock Hulk Hogan as an egomaniac long past his prime, and their audiences cheer with approval.

1999: January 4 WCW Nitro. Fingerpoke of Doom. Hulk Hogan challenges Kevin Nash for the WCW title in what could have been the culmination of the nWo Civil War. Instead, Nash allows Hogan to pin him, revealing that they are actually on the same side. The nWo is reorganized around several key members known as "nWo-Elite", although this version of the stable would quietly dissolve by mid-year.

1999: August 9 WCW Nitro. After weeks of teasing a face turn, Hogan finally returns to his classic red and yellow ring gear. Bobby Heenan and Tony Schiovane are astonished. The live crowd in Boise, Idaho seem less enthusiastic.

2000: March 6 WCW Nitro. "The main priority in the Yapapi Indian strap match is to have flexibility of the wrist that you strap to your opponent with, brother, because in the Yapapi Indian strap match, when you're in the four corners of the battlezone, the main priority is--is to get the body in the proper position for the strapation, dudes."

2000: March 27 WCW Nitro. "That's the Wall Brother!"

2000: Bash at the Beach. Hogan "defeats" WCW World Champion Jeff Jarrett when Jarrett unexpectedly lays down in the middle of the ring and calls for Hogan to pin him. Hogan complies, then cuts a promo on WCW head writer Vince Russo, accusing him of ruining the company with bad creative decisions like this.

After he leaves, Vince Russo addresses the audience with his own promo, reversing the decision and announcing a new title match with Jeff Jarrett defending against Booker T. Concerning Hogan, Russo claims that this would be his final appearance in WCW, adding: "And Hogan, you big bald son of a bitch, kiss my ass!"

The full truth behind the segment remains unclear, although Hogan later sued Russo and Turner/Time Warner for defamation of character, which suggests that he had not agreed to at least part of the incident.

2005: Summerslam. Hulk Hogan defeats Shawn Michaels. Although this was promoted as a dream match, it is mostly remembered as a contest between two notorious backstage politickers. The program was originally supposed to involve three matches, which Hogan vetoed in order to avoid losing in the second match. In the single match that took place, Shawn Michaels sold all of Hogan's offense to an absurd degree, perhaps in retaliation.

2006: Bubba the Love Sponge records Hulk Hogan having sex with his wife Heather Clem. While all three parties agreed to the sex, Hogan would later claim that he did not give consent to being filmed.

2006: Summerslam. Hulk Hogan defeats Randy Orton. This was Hogan's final match in WWE.

2007: Nick Bollea, Hogan's son, crashes a Toyota Supra into a palm tree. The car is destroyed and Nick's passenger, John Graziano, sustains serious injuries, including brain damage.

2008: Nick Bollea, is sentenced to jail for several months for his role in the Toyota Supra crash. Hogan calls Nick while he is serving his sentence and makes several controversial comments, including his fear that he and Nick might be reincarnated as "blizz-ack gizz-uys".

2009-2013: Hulk Hogan in TNA. I don't know much about this, but I think it's safe to say it sucked. Hogan's final match ever, a six-man tag match in January 2012, took place during this TNA run.

2012: Gawker publishes an excerpt of the Hulk Hogan sex tape.

2013-2016: Bollea v. Gawker. Hogan sues Gawker for publishing the sex tape and is awarded $115 million in damages.

2014: WrestleMania XXX: Hogan hosts the event, and accidentally refers to the Superdome as "the Silverdome".

2015: The National Enquirer and Radar Online report an anti-Black rant Hogan made during the sex tape. In the audio, Hogan expresses disgust with the idea of his daughter dating a Black man, and repeatedly uses the N-word. WWE cuts ties with Hogan and removes all references to him from their website. Later, other offensive comments by Hogan are brought to light, including racist remarks in the 2008 phone call to Nick Bollea.

2018: WWE reinstates Hulk Hogan to their Hall of Fame, and appears on the Crown Jewel show in Saudi Arabia as the event's host.

2019-2024: Hogan appears on WWE television numerous times, including a second induction into the Hall of Fame as part of the nWo.

2024: Republican National Convention. Hogan endorses Donald Trump in the upcoming U.S. Presidential Election.

2024: During an appearance in Medina Ohio to promote Real American Beer, Hogan asks the crowd if they want him to bodyslam Kamala Harris. He then questions her racial identity, asking if she is really an Indian. He then holds up his hand and says "How." like a racist charicature of a Native American Indian, then admits that he'll get "heat for that one, brother."

2025:

I may be laying it on too thick, but the point I'm trying to make here is that Vince Russo was doing shoot promos on Hulk Hogan's selfishness in the middle of a pay-per-view 25 years ago. Fans have been getting bored of this guy way back in 1991. The Iron Sheik shoot interviews went viral in 2007.

His segment on the January 6 Raw show was mostly him talking about how he used to team with Andre the Giant and Randy Savage. And when you really get down to it, those are the latest "pure" memories from Hogan's public life. He main evented against Andre in 1987, and then against Savage in 1989, and the next 36 years has been this desperate struggle to stay relevant.

In the 90's he could tack into the wind and play the graceful loser against the Ultimate Warrior, "retire" against Sid Justice, and then make fans beg him to turn heel before he finally did it in '96. But he kind of sucked as a villain because he never lost convincingly. There was no blowoff to the nWo. Sting beat him in indecisive fashion in 1997, and then the story just kept going for two more years until Hogan got sidelined with a knee injury and started wearing the red and yellow again in '99. Then he left WCW for good and everything since then has been a nostalgia act.

And the problem is that eventually you run out of nostalgia. What made Hogan a superstar in the 80's was the way he'd dominate his opponents with his He-Man doll physique. Then he got older and leaner and started relying more on catchphrases and rambling promos. Now he's just some old man hoping you remember 1987 and not 2015, at least long enough to buy his stupid beer.

Why the fuck is he selling beer in the first place? You can buy that anywhere.

[corasiaorlem]

Remember the time when Johnathan called Sgt bash shunt?

I gotten ideas

(I am still in college)

[pupandkisasaesthetics]

𝘱𝘶𝘱 & 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘢'𝘴 𝘢𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦

Pup & Kisa’s challenge, run by @sgt-seabass and @rookthorne, will be live for the whole of August (from the 1st to the 31st)! It’s all about having fun with picture prompts – what you create can vary from a moodboard, to a drabble, to a oneshot, to a multi-chapter fic!

There will be an assortment of pictures to prompt you with ranging from fluffy aesthetics, to dark aesthetics. On the sign up form there will be an option for you to opt in on the heavier sections such as dark, whump, and smut.

Rules, details, and how to join are all below the cut!

How to works:

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To enter, please fill in the Google form with your details, and we will get back to you with your picture prompt. We determine who gets what prompt by spinning a randomised wheel.

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We look forward to seeing what you create!

[triffany-lottablog]

I will draw these guys if it’s the last thing I do

[planetwaving]

loveliest lovisa @wutheringdyke tagged me to post my top 5 songs atm :))

tagging @appleisms @sgt-celestial @fortheturnstiles @chicken-delight and @ninetimesbluedemo 😊

[zahri-melitor]

DCU Holiday Bash II #1

The Present. Connor Hawke and Kyle Rayner. Kyle takes Connor last minute Christmas shopping for the JLA, and they run into someone holding up the mall as his girlfriend is annoyed at him (and who decides to hold a knife to a nun). Connor lectures on how Buddhism says existence is impermanent and suffering, and Kyle continues to want to buy presents even after Connor tells him words of appreciation would be better. (They're such an odd buddy couple here)

The House of Peace. Batman. This is the Hanukkah story about a synagogue in Gotham kept alive by the donations of one night of service. A thief steals the donations (and breaks the oil). Batman beats up the thief and returns the donations box; a small boy Danny in the congregation runs home to get oil to light the lamp.

Present Tense. Darkseid. It's the time Santa delivers coal to Darkseid for Christmas! What is there to say about this story? Darkseid remains naughty. This story remains perfect.

"You're making it tougher to get here each Christmas, I'll give you that!"

Twas the Night Before Kwanzaa. Black Lightning. I think this is the first compilation Kwanzaa story. I actually love the art for this one, but the plot feels simultaneously too explainy AND stereotypical (black gangs, hey?)

The Gift. Superman. Clark drops off a beaten-up robot at the door of LexCorp, and Red Haired Lex (as it's the mid 90s) gestures 'who, me?' Santa, or 'Santa' (aka the Kents) gives Clark a new cape as his is all ragged after the fight.

I Left My Heart at the Justice Society Canteen. JSA in 1944. MAJOR flashback here! Basically it's about the JSA running entertainment for the troops in Gotham. A laundry officer ensign identifies two spies who try to plant a bomb in the canteen, and gets to meet the whole JSA crew. That laundry officer ensign? JIM GORDON. Which, ALMOST still makes sense, timewise, in the 1990s, but not really (since it makes Jim 70 or so). Oh comics.

Anyway personally the most interesting aspect of this was Jim hanging out with Dinah Drake for a bit, in anticipation of the Jim Gordon and Larry Lance friendship in the future.

A Christmas Carol. Sgt. Rock. Basically this is just visions during the war of concentration camps, so keep shooting those Nazis! Eh.

The Old Lane. Dick/Babs. I LOVE THIS STORY. Dick and Barbara have a standing date to hang out together on New Year's Eve. Babs is somewhat annoyed at Dick but he turns up with Chinese anyway, which they eat on the roof of the Clocktower looking out over the city, swapping stories of words they've misheard (Dick: Mistletoe - missiles flying from toes; Barbara: Auld Lang Syne - Old Lane Sign) and they've told each other these stories before. Which is backed up by...Barbara gives Dick a box with mistletoe in it for Christmas/New Year's, and Dick gives her a streetsign for Old Lane.

[forensicated]

Admittedly it's taken binge watching to bring it to the fore but it never fails to amuse me just how ship!driven Gina is and how she enjoys participating in the gossip of people falling in love/flirting/getting together.

She is a complete cliché of a trope, God love her! The woman who can't deal with her own feelings/relationships/let most people close to her and who broke up with Adam ONLY because she knew he wanted to have children and she was infertile is also the same woman who loves other people falling in love and can - depending who it is - be the adult version of the kid shoving two dolls at each other shouting "NOW KISS!" She's also the mother of her entire relief of overgrown children police officers.

Early PM Gina is currently shipping Tiny Ears Luke and Kerry whilst simultaneously shipping Craig and Luke. She just doesn't know that her Pet Sgt's mystery man is Luke yet. She only knows that he has BIIIIG FEEEEELLLLIIINNNNGZ for someone (and he's driving her mad that he won't tell her who it is!) and she lights up like this....

... each time she gets some more information out of Craig, especially when she finds out they've kissed. She makes sure to ask him how his love life is and if there's any updates on his Mystery Man almost every single time they chat and tells him to essentially just grab him and go for it! (Later she'll also be the one who finds Craig and Luke in bed together on the morning of Luke and Kerry's wedding and has to run around trying to keep a lid on it as well as deal with the situation and bash Craig about the head for it).

(though how the woman who sees all and knows all has not realised what's going on right under her nose I really don't know!)

She's often teasing - or admonishing Smithy for his bad choices* around women over the years, especially when it's Kerry who to Gina at least has treated Smithy very badly over the last few weeks of her life - including unofficially accusing him of rape and then refusing to decide whether or not she's making it official and almost getting him murdered by Irene and her sons (though she doesn't know that bit which always wrangled with me! Especially as Irene went on to kidnap Gina herself!)

*Let's face it, the only women he's kissed on-screen who haven't gone on to die in a v horrible way (that we know of!) are Cherry from Bad Habits, the irritating shop assistant in A Night To Forget/A Day To Remember and Stevie! (Potentially the nurse in Zero Tolerance but I don't think that went anywhere - at least not onscreen). Ah and not forgetting (sadly!) Kezia.

In the 400's, Rod has just asked June out for a date and Gina is behind the front desk, veeeeeeerrrrry slowly but obviously stepping forward to listen in whilst pretending she isn't and then teases June about it.

She's still teasing her about it like 10 eps on:

And again the episode after that one!

"From Rod is it? Just a friend is it?" "Yeah!" "Yeah yeah!"

If only she'd actually opened up to Jonathan when she'd gone to do so to tell him that she was ready to commit - but then didn't because he was leaving Sun Hill (and only leaving because she wouldn't commit!)😢

[macaqueisbestmonkie]

LEGO MONKIE KID AU/MAIN AU

this is a slendytubbies x Lego Monkie Kid

Roles:

tinky winky- season 4 mask guy

Dipsy/no head- mei

Laa Laa- macaque

Po- MK

guardian/white tubby- Sun Wukong

shadow tubby- The Mayor

Noo Noo- Lady Bone Demon

newborns- Flower Fruit Mountain Monkeys

cave tubby- spider queen

yeti tubby- scorpion queen

arrow tubby-huntsman

SGT. Miles- redson

Ron- Meis parents

Richard/military captain- Azure Lion

Dutch- YellowTusk

Finn- Golden-Winged Peng

((GOREY PICTURES DOWN BELOW the art is not mine but I will possibly get banned if I show the actual designs))

Laa Laa has great hearing but it blind because of getting attack please read the story if confused. So that why macaque is her role

Part about this au story- the main four (tinky winky Dipsy Laa Laa Po) have been there before anyone else so has walten/guardian. So in the story wukong (saviour basically) sees the last infected by Noo Noo. Guardian ofc or should I say crawler tubby who looks like.. this. ((OLD AND NEW))

Crawler tubby is somewhat comforted by Sun Wukong so he doesn’t attack basically joining the journey but can easily get trigger by loud noises he gets aggressive AND WILL ATTACK.

The other tubbys look abit off but I’ll show anyways

((Tinky winky/purple one and Dipsy Green one.))

((Laa Laa yellow one yeti tubby cave tubby arrow tubby and po red one))

So it’s based of the kids show teletubbies but turned it into a horror game.. the main antagonist is Noo Noo (evil robot) and in the beginning you are po (red one and youngest) you start of all happy and cute but when you talk to Laa Laa (yellow one) she says she had a nightmare. With shadow tubby (antagonist in the episodes and gameplay) she explains that this thing said that they were all gonna die and get killed by tinky winky (purple one) po comforts Laa Laa. And they went on to their day until po had to make tubby custard (thing that makes them go insane.) she feeds it to Dipsy (green one) tinky winky Laa Laa and herself at nighttime po couldn’t sleep and tinky winky woke up. He got up and broke the tubby custard machine before running off (you have a choice to like wake up the others and chase after him only Laa Laa wakes up because Dipsy is to lazy../j or let them sleep and chase after tinky winky yourself let’s just say u chose woke up Laa Laa) when po wake up Laa Laa they grab giant ass flashlights and go into the woods chasing after tinky they had to separate at some point after looking everywhere she found tinky winky at the beach. But (TRIGGER WARNING MAJOR TRIGGER WARJIJG: blood and death.) Laa Laa was dead under a pine tree with eyes ripped out because tinky winky went fucking insane his skin went pale and pure black eyes with black shit coming down it you run to house to find also Dipsy dead (deception so no head) po runs other way to only get corner and (TRIGGER WARNING ANOTHER TRIGGER WARNING: more death and hanging.!) and po gets h@nged by tinky winky. This is where you come along the guardian the one who watches over everyone you have to go collect custards and see what’s wrong with them but you also stumble across dead bodies and during some time tinky winky comes along when you grab one more custard he consumes it and turns into GIANT ass hulk thing and the guardian/walten runs (you can either run to the mountains where you meet yeti tubby another evil infected or if you go into cave you meet cave tubby. ALSO INFECTED everybody’s monster.) in the cave after you do some maze you see Laa Laa as a hideous monster being having giant claws and scratched out eyes so she’s blind but she has incredible hearing like macaque sorta so you have to be quiet while collecting custards. When you grab the last custard Laa Laa is blocking entrance you have to distract her- so you throw a rock at a pillar which causes Laa Laa to attack the pillars making it collapse on her which you can decide to kill her by (trigger warning) bashing her head with a rock or just leaving her to die slowly you make it to the desserts (where you meet Dipsy in a station to contact the military.) you go into the station and meet a guy named ron a blue/indigo tubby (he dies by Dipsy chainsaw) he explains that you need to find a keycard from somebody’s dead body and also explains about Dipsy. He has no head (ofc i said that) and a chainsaw are started to kill everybody when you grab keycard from a (TRIGGER WARNING) dead corpse you see Ron get (TRIGGER WARNING.) sliced into pieces by Dipsy chainsaw you soon yk start to hallucinate about the tubbys saying ‘come play with us!!!’ And crap and you follow them while seeing them you see one of Dipsy and knock out of it and boom chase theme. Dipsy falls over a laser which kills him and how you optain his chainsaw you use keycard to go to the other room. But meet TADADADAAA Noo Noo. He explains that he is just fixing them and making them stronger you two can argue but then he uses a giant robot which you fight with chainsaw. And you won you contact military and go outside to see Noo Noo again talking about his plans and you can choose to die and became a evil infected (you lose your legs.) or be weak and get killed (dw you fight po and win) after you win pos fight you kill Noo Noo. Of course the military shows up so your of course JOINING THE ARMY YIPPEEEE and the story goes along by there.