#that’ll convince em

[coffinkissez]

I need Barbatos so badly I’m losing my mind

[voidsuites]

ARTRICK BOT RELEASE !!! (11/13/24) ⌢⠀ 🎾 .ᐟ

art donaldson ・゜゜・．coach's orders. you’re art’s newest player— an up-and-coming name in the tennis world— but you’re stubborn and prone to working yourself to the bone in the name of the game. tashi would’ve loved you if she’d gotten her hands on you first, but you’re here with him, on his private backyard court, listening to his advice about your game and ultimately, your career. and damnit, art’s not going to take that for granted (even if it means pushing the delicate boundaries between an athlete and their coach). you’ve got to learn how to relax, and art’s not opposed to bending you over the net if that’ll fix things.

art donaldson ・゜゜・．lesson planning. it’s your first year having a hands-on role in building out and finalizing the curriculum for the middle school english department, but your focus has been equally split between what books your kids are going to read and the head of the english department himself, mr. donaldson. you’d been wary to accept such a high responsibility in the first place, but he’d insisted that you help him review the materials during prep week, and you'd never say no to art… even if it means awkwardly dancing around the fact that you’re both clearly into one another— oh, and that he’s finally taken off his wedding ring.

art and patrick ・゜゜・．night of the living frat! it really should be sacrilegious that sigma chi’s hosting a costume party just a week after halloween, but none of the brothers had been able to resist yet another party before finals overtook the rest of the semester. besides— who passes up a chance to dress up and drink? the music’s loud, the drinks are a-flowin’, and you’d never be able to tell that tonight isn’t halloween. no one’s the wiser… which only makes it harder for art and patrick to keep their hands to themselves and their heads out of the gutter when you eventually materialize. hopefully they can convince you to stay the night… if they can remember how to share first.

patrick zweig ・゜゜・．mr. z. everyone loves mr. zweig— or “mr. z” as the students like to call him— and as the newest teacher amongst the faculty ranks, he’s quick to make nice and befriend everyone, including you. normally, you’d normally be skeptical of a washed-up pro tennis player coming to fill in the vacant gym teacher position, but you instead find yourself spending more time with patrick and enjoying yourself. it’s only a matter of time before you realize that lines are blurring and that whatever is going on between you both is way more than a friendship between fellow teachers coworkers.

patrick zweig ・゜゜・．shopping spree. frequent trips to the high-end side of the city had never been your sort of thing thing, but now that you’re dating patrick they’ve become a weekly occurrence. you never leave empty-handed, and it’s always on his dime (at his insistence, of course, it’s all chump change to him anyway). who cares about the staring you two get when he totes you and your purchases of the day around the city?— he’s the one that gets to go about his business with you on his arm. everyone else is just lucky he just can’t help showing you off while he does.

got a request? go ahead and leave em here :) THANK YOU GUYS SO SO MUCH FOR FOR 5.2K AND 2 MIL+ CHATS! this is actually insanity i don't even know what to say or how to feel but thank you thank you 😭😭😭😭😭😭 challengers brainrot has struck again (big surprise) these are all mostly aus— the art and pat teacher bots (lesson planning + mr. z) are based off of headcanons by dearest mars (the lovely @saintzweig) and the shopping spree pat bot is based off of the moodboard by my true love @diyasgarden !!! please please please please please give my lovely moots a follow bc without them (and everyone else) i would not have any ideas and you all would just be subjected to the whistling wind that blows in my head when nothing is going on in there (which happens often!) love love LOVE you guys for real i am so grateful for all of the support and giggles that we all have <33333333333

[fumiyami]

i’ve been thinking lately about how my son fumikage would sound like while singing CUZ LIKE a lot of people probably think “oh! he has a deep voice! that’ll probs reflect in his songs!” and like it will definitely but he’s also a bird!! he’s shown to have subtle bird attributes sort of in the show so possibly he can sing super good as well and hit every high note of a song flawlessly?? like imagine class A goes out for a karaoke day one day and fumi is convinced to sing and a song with like a bunch of high notes is chosen and he just! does ‘em all! better then the original! and all the others are so surprised cuz deep voice = deep singing right??

ANYWAYS! what i’m trying to say with this post is that fumikage can become the next ariana grande effortlessly and no one can tell me otherwise

[fanficsforfun]

Guts (re-writed)

Paring: Merle Dixon x female reader

Word count: 3,3k

Warnings: shooting, racism, violence, hard language, sexual content (cuddling, kissing, dry humping), the reader has conflicted feelings towards Merle

Summary: TWD s1e2 re-writed so that Merle doesn't get left behind; you're the one who makes sure of it

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When the others went downstairs, you stayed on the roof with Merle. He seemed to be on something and you were afraid he’d get himself hurt or killed if he’d be left alone. Maybe it wasn’t too smart of you though because when it was just the two of you there, Merle tried to get you to sleep with him. What a surprise.

“Come on, sugar”, he persuaded. “It’s just ya an’ I here. Ain’t nobody will ever know.”

You had blushed and kept your gaze away, a small embarrassed smile on your lips. His behavior didn’t really bother you like it bothered everybody else, not even now when he was high, but you surely weren’t going to do anything here on a damn rooftop. And not when he wasn’t fully here anyway.

“Oh, don’t be shy, honey”, Merle kept trying but you just glanced at him, not replying.

“I’m a safe guy to be around, ya know. I’ve done military service, and I'm not a bad shot even if I say so myself. In fact, I used to be one of the bests”, he continued to show off, trying to impress you. And truth to be told, you were impressed despite everything. He was a good hunter, that much you knew for sure. He always brought back a catch and these times that was a vital skill to have.

“Wanna see? I swear I’ll pop any of ‘em walkers down there!”

“I- I don’t know if that is such a good idea”, you said carefully, not wanting to piss him off. You knew noise was like a dinner bell to them, but there were so many of them already, how much worse could it even become?

“Ah, don’t ya worry darlin’. They can’t get to us.” 

With that, Merle grabbed the rifle and got up on the edge of the roof. You followed, leaning against the railing next to him. You couldn’t help yourself, you were a bit curious. You had managed to convince yourself to believe Merle and decided not to try to stop him.

“Watch this”, he grinned and raised the gun, rested his cheek against the stock, aimed carefully and squeezed the trigger. Headshot. The walker dropped from its feet. You looked up at him in genuine impression and he flashed you a smug grin.

“How ‘bout this? I hit ten of ‘em fuckers in a row and ya’ll give me kiss?”

“Um”, you said but the look on your face was that much interested that Merle decided to interpret it as a yes. However, he managed to shoot only a few times before the others came back running.

“Hey Dixon, are you crazy??” Morales shouted to him. You flinched but Merle just laughed.

“Ya ought to be more polite to a man with a gun! Only common sense”, he stated and jumped down from the railing, taking a few steps closer to the others. You stopped leaning on the railing but didn't approach them. You were alert, because although Merle looked amused, his mood could change in an instant.

“You're wasting bullets we ain’t even got, man!” T-Dog shouted at him, sounding both shocked and angry. “And you’re bringing even more of them down on our ass!”

Merle started walking towards him and clearly was getting annoyed.

“Hey, bad enough I’ve got this taco-bender on my ass all day, now I’m gonna take orders from ya? I don't think so, that’ll be the day.”

“Merle…”, you tried, carefully walking closer to him but he simply ignored you.

“That’ll be the day?? You got something you want to tell me?” T-Dog snapped. He had got enough of Merle’s bullshit. The others tried to calm him down but he was as pissed as Merle and wasn’t listening either.

“Ya wanna know the day?” Merle asked.

“Yeah!”

“I’ll tell ya the day mr. Yo. It’s the day I take orders from a nigger!”

Oh no, you thought and were precisely right as the next thing you knew, T-Dog tried to punch Merle, only leading to Merle hitting him with the stock of his rifle. Then the scuffle started. Some new guy, a cop, tried to get in the way, but only got to make acquaintance with Merle's fist. In no time T-Dog was on the ground and Merle kicking him. Everyone tried to get him to calm down, but he didn’t give a damn. Even your desperate cry for him to stop got no reaction from him other than a quick glance. 

For a moment it really looked like Merle was going to kill T-Dog, but then he just spit on him and got up on his feet. 

“Yeah, all right! We’re gonna have ourselves a little pow-wow, huh? Talk about who’s in charge. I vote me. Anybody else? Huh? Democracy time y’all!”

The others helped T-Dog away from Merle, not responding to him. You stood apart from them, shuddering and your eyes wide open. Merle was terrifying with his pistol raised and an amused look on his face. He wasn’t like this normally. Or well, he was, but not this bad. And he clearly wasn't stopping until he got what he wanted; he kept up the pressure until all but T-Dog had put their hand up. 

That's when you noticed the policeman was on his feet and before you could make a sound, he knocked Merle to the ground with the rifle and handcuffed him on the ventilation duct or whatever it was.

“Who the hell are ya?” Merle gruffed, though the look on his face was rather indifferent.

“Officer friendly. Look here now, Merle. Things are different now. There are no niggers anymore. No dumb-as-shit, inbred white-trash fools either. Only dark meat and white meat. There’s us and the dead. We survive this by pulling together, not apart!” The cop scolded Merle.

“Screw ya, man”, came Merle’s uninterested answer.

“I can see you make a habit of missing the point.”

“Yeah? Well, screw ya twice!”

“Ought to be polite to a man with a gun. Only common sense”, the cop mocked Merle by using his own words while pressing the pistol against his temple. You gasped and took a step closer, fear in your eyes. Merle surely wasn’t the nicest guy around but he didn’t deserve to die!

“Ya wouldn’t. Yer a cop”, Merle pointed out, and you really hoped he was right.

“All I am anymore is a man looking for his wife and son. Anybody gets in the way of that is gonna lose. I’ll give you a moment to think about that”, the cop said, but lowered his gun and patted Merle down, finding his drugs and throwing them off the roof. Merle didn’t like that too much and shouted insults at him without getting a response.

He was so angry you didn't dare approach him. Instead you went to take a look down the street like Andrea and Jacqui. The view wasn't too encouraging. The streets were full of the dead and you didn't think there was any way to get past them.

“How’s the signal?” Morals asked.

“Like Dixon’s brain. Weak”, T-Dog stated and got Merle to flip the finger to him. You couldn’t help but smile, but made sure Merle didn’t see it. He would have got really pissed off over it.

Your smile soon faded as the others tried to think of a way to get out of the city, but no one seemed very hopeful. Merle's comment about the streets being dangerous didn't help either. And when Merle tried to talk Andrea into letting him out of the handcuffs, you suddenly felt a rush of jealousy. Sure, you knew he flirted with everyone, but it still didn't feel too good. At the same time you felt rather embarrassed over your emotions. Were you really jealous over some asshole-drug addict-redneck??

“How ‘bout ya, darlin’?” Merle shifted his attention to you, his voice flirty and rather… soft.

You flinched and turned to look at him. 

“I know I didn't have time to take down ten walkers because we were so brutally interrupted”, he gave an annoyed glance towards the others, “but would ya mind helpin’ out a bit anyway?”

However, you didn’t have the time to answer as the others came up with a plan that might work, namely the sewers. Merle's attention also moved to them and for a moment he showed no interest in you. And in no time they were off the rooftop again, going to take a look at the sewers. Now it was Merle, T-Dog and you left on the rooftop. T-Dog tried to reach anyone on the walkie-talkie, but quickly became frustrated. Merle, of course, took the opportunity to make dumb-ass comments, as usual. You looked away and pretended not to hear their words.

Then Merle tried to make T-Dog to let him free. That bait didn't pull so Merle gave up. He had an easier target.

“So, honey, where were we?” Merle’s attention was undividedly yours again. “Get me out of these and I’ll make it up to ya. Huh? What do ya say?”

“I… um”, you didn’t know what to say. You kind of wanted to free him, but T-Dog was probably right about him only doing stupid things if that would happen. You had seen him acting violently before, and not just earlier that day.

“What, ya believe what he’s sayin’? I ain’t gonna kill nobody, don’t ya worry”, Merle smiled.

You shifted restlessly, glanced at T-Dog who looked at you with an expression that you'd better not agree, and then at the toolbox.

“Yeah, gimme that hacksaw, and I’ll do whatever ya want me to do”, Merle kept trying. “Come on, be kind to ol’ Merle, would ya?”

Your expression became increasingly distressed since you couldn't stand Merle's pleading, despite the playful, teasing tone of his voice. You took an uncertain step closer to the toolpack, then another.

“Yeah, that’s it girl, go on”, Merle encouraged you, but then T-Dog snarled at you: "'Don't fucking do that!”

"But..." you tried, but he wouldn't listen. Instead, he stood up and picked up a toolbox for himself so you couldn't take anything from it to Merle.

You turned your gaze to Merle with an apologetic look in your eyes and shifted restlessly again.

“I’m sorry”, you said quietly.

“Whatever”, Merle grunted and you felt bad.

Soon the others showed up again with a new plan which involved disguising themselves as walkers. It made you almost throw up but luckily you were allowed to stay on the roof with Merle and didn't have to chop up any walkers. The very thought disgusted you so much that you were merely glad you didn't have to go along. Now it was just you and him up there again.

“Fuck, did he take the toolpack with him?” Merle asked after the door was closed.

“Yeah”, you replied after a quick look around. 

“Great.” Merle looked really pissed. Then the look on his face changed. "See if the key to these damn handcuffs is around here somewhere, I'll give ya a kiss as a reward.”

You nodded, not having the guts to decline especially after how disappointed he had looked earlier, and started going through the stuff despite it feeling wrong to do so. But nothing was to be found.

"I'm sorry, Merle, it's not here."

“Fuck”, Merle cursed again, trying to pull his hand free. 

“Well”, he then breathed out. “We ain’t got much of a choice ‘ere other than to wait for ‘em to come back, huh?”

You nodded slowly.

“Let’s make some use of that time then. Come back ‘ere, hun, and sit down.”

Merle was clearly flirting with you again, and as crazy it was, you found yourself wanting to play along. He was in handcuffs, he couldn’t do anything way off, unless you’d let him. And to be real honest, he actually looked pretty damn cute there. So you sat next to him on the hot concrete rooftop.

“That’s it, good girl”, his voice came out low and raspy, and something about it made your heartbeat quicken and breathing deepen. 

His free hand settled on your thigh and he started stroking it, slowly up and down. His hand was so warm, the touch felt good, better than you had though. You felt flush rising to your face and realized you were getting aroused. Suddenly, scared by the intensity of your feelings, you wanted to move away, to stop this, but instead you leaned closer. You couldn't deny you had missed gentle touch, nor could you deny your rather questionable attraction towards him.

“Ya like that, don’t ya?” Merle kept talking and when you almost moaned as a response, he moved his hand between your thighs, rubbing you through your pants. You flinched and tensed up, before letting out a shaky breath and relaxing again. You hadn’t expected him to do that, but it felt… great. Your own hand reached down to Merle's thigh and you began stroking it in turn. You wouldn’t ever had the guts to touch him, well, there.

Merle chuckled and told you to sit on his lap. And so you did. You carefully crawled into his lap and he pulled you against him. You couldn't help but flinch again at the feeling of his already hard cock against you. You closed your eyes and breathed. Was this really happening??

“Rock yer hips, girl”, Merle commanded, and that’s exactly what you did. His free hand moved down to your butt while he kissed your neck. You took support from his shoulders and could no longer hold back your moans. Merle's soft lips teased your sensitive skin, and you clearly could feel your arousal growing. His touch felt too good but none of this was right. You had to do something.

"Merle, we can't...", you tried, but he just laughed.

"Why not? Ya sure seem to be enjoyin’ this.”

“The others, they can come back at any minute”, you explained almost hysterically. You couldn't stop this, you couldn't move away, you wanted him too badly. But you couldn’t do this, not like this anyway. 

And then the others came. You scrambled away from Merle's arms and tried to steady your breathing even though you knew you were deeply flushed and trembling, and hopefully not visibly wet. Merle almost laughed at you, but the others running like the devil was on their heels drew his attention away from you.

“Hey, what’s happening, man?” He shouted, turning to look at Morales who was the first one coming. 

No one responded.

“Hey, come on! Talk to me, y’all!” His voice suddenly became worried.

The others rushed to the edge of the roof and peered down. You followed the example, trying to find the ones who had gone out there. Then you noticed two very much alive people among the walkers, Glenn and the cop, and shuddered in terror. It wouldn’t be too nice to be down there. 

Merle had figured out the situation on his own and asked in disbelief: “That asshole’s out on the street with the handcuff keys??”

You turned to look at Merle but then T-Dog lifted out the key. Thank God, you thought but Merle didn’t look too happy. 

It had been a cloudy day, but you were still surprised by the sudden onset of rain. Although Morales assured it was just a short downpour, things started going all to hell down on the street. You walked away from the railing, you didn’t even want to see. If they’d get eaten, you’d be stuck on the roof forever. You tried to banish the thought, but it refused to leave. 

After a while you heard Glenn over the walkie-talkie telling everyone to get downstairs to the roll-up doors. Relief washed over you. They had pulled through the crazy stunt after all!

“Come on! Let’s go, let’s go!” Morales shouted.

Everyone, including you, rushed to get their belongings but then Merle's panicked voice reached you.

“Hey, you can’t leave me here! I’m not fooling, man!”

You stopped dead in your tracks while the others rushed to the door, and shouted for T-Dog to give you the key. To your surprise, he stopped and turned to look back at you two. Merle's desperate pleas almost brought you to tears and you felt a cold grip on your chest, but you extended your hand insistently towards T-Dog.

"Give me the damn key!" You almost cried but T-Dog didn’t seem to know what to do.

“We gotta go!” Morales shouted from the door before disappearing down the stairs. Now it was just Merle, you and T-Dog there. You knew that if T-Dog would decide not to give the key, there was nothing you could do. You had no gun and all he needed to do was to lock the door. That would be it.

“You can’t leave me like this, man! You can’t leave me here, not like this! Come on, man! It’s not human!” Merle’s voice became increasingly scared.

“The key, give me the fucking key!” You shouted, dropped your stuff and ran to T-Dog, who took a few steps closer and then actually gave it to you. You clenched the key in your fist and rushed back to Merle. Hands shaking, you unlocked the handcuffs. Merle immediately jumped to his feet in rage, showing no sign of fear anymore. 

"What the fuck is wrong with y'all, ya can't do that, ya fuckin' assholes!" He snarled.

You just picked up your stuff and grabbed Merle by the forearm.

"Come on, hurry up!" You rushed him and forced him to follow you down the stairs after T-Dog where he had disappeared in a flash as soon as the key had been handed over to you. You ran down the stairs together and reached the others barely in time. They had already climbed in the back of the truck when you two showed up.

“Wait, wait for us! Please!” You screamed, and thank God they did.

You quickly climbed aboard and at that very moment walkers started to appear from somewhere in large numbers. The cop pushed the pedal to the metal right away. You staggered and grabbed Merle who wrapped his arms around your waist. Fortunately, Morales rolled the door down so no one could fall out of the truck. Merle, on the other hand, turned the other way and let his rage out freely.

"Y'all are fuckin' pricks, ya can't just chain anyone up like that, leave behind without a fuckin' second thought. Just one, one fuckin' person, sacrificed a single thought for ol' Merle. Yer all idiots, I'll fuckin’ kill y'all!"

The others backed away from him if at all possible, as everyone was already packed into the front of the truck.

"Merle please, not now," you sobbed with your arms tightly around him. Merle leaned against the wall in the corner, mostly because you were clinging to him and refused to let go, and he had to somehow keep his balance.

"It was your own fault, you know. Nobody told you to be such an ass", the cop pointed out from the driver's seat.

"Who the fuck do ya think ya are?? Ya have no fuckin' right to decide anyone's fate!" Merle continued as if he hadn't heard.

“Merle, please”, you tried again, “please, stop it!”

Merle shook his head with a heavy sigh and dropped down on the floor, pulling you with him. You snuggled up against him and buried your tear-stained face against his neck. You were downright trembling and held on tightly to him.

"This ain't over", Merle grunted, but then concentrated on caressing you, not saying another word which was… unusual, to say at least.

[miracle-wizard]

i want. i want your thoughts on lesbian kross PLEASE you have the best thoughts ever about them

AAAAA OKAY!!

Well first of all they’re nothing but cats. Cross being the big quiet cat who wants solitude and nothing more and Killer being the small cat who’s always got the zoomies. When they’re sleeping Killer is literally all over Cross she’s completely spread out on top of her. Cross used to complain but now she can’t sleep without her. (Poor girl needs a weighted blanket)

And to be honest, compared to Cross, Killer is very little. She’s scrawny, isn’t muscular like Cross is, and she isn’t freakishly tall either. So just like a cat, Cross can just grab her and cuddle up to her. Poor tiny thing has no choice. Although Cross never hears any complaints.

If we’re going for a human AU Killer definitely braids Cross’s hair. I would think that since Cross is obviously trans she would’ve had short hair all her life and it feels like a Cross thing to grow it out reaaaaly long. She refuses to take the braids out for as long as possible to the point where even Killer has to try and convince her. ‘It’s okay I’ll just do them again! Now please go wash your hair.’

They are ALWAYS together!! They’re the girls in your PE class that’ll cry if they’re put into separate groups. Nightmare can’t not team them up or else Cross will be a little upset, not work as hard maybe and Killer will throw a fit. They’ll work perfectly just as long as boss puts em together but separate them and oh my stars we’re gonna lose because of these LESBIANS!!

Killer, oh stars Killer, is messy. Her room is messy, her hair is messy, her clothes are messy, her EMOTIONS are messy. She’s a big mess. She doesn’t go in her room very often. The only reason she does is to get one of her things but by now it’s pretty much all in Cross’s room. Cross’s room is familiar, she takes care of it and it smells like her. Her bedsheets are cozy and the best part is that Cross is there. She’s big and she’s soft and she doesn’t talk all that much. She doesn’t get angry at Killer, just a little annoyed sometimes. And even then she’ll just shake her around a little and be done with it. And even then she’s gentle. I guess big soldier instincts can’t let her hurt the small defenceless girl. Not because she can’t defend herself but she won’t. Killer wouldn’t hurt Cross. And Cross wouldn’t hurt Killer. She could though. Killer is strong in magic, not physical strength. Cross could easily hold her down and kill her if she wanted to. But instead she just holds Killer gently and runs her fingers through Killer’s hair.

Killer doesn’t understand it. She doesn’t know how somebody so good could love her despite how disgusting she is. But if Cross thinks she’s worth it than stars damn it she isn’t gonna make her stop.

DAMN I wrote an entire fucking essay????

How many words is that…?

497!!!?!!????!!!!

[solarbird]

Republican Chris Sununu says that Trump openly admiring Hitler won’t change his vote, that it’s basically okay and that he thinks the majority of Americans will think it’s basically okay.

This is a Threads link, sorry. It’s where I have video right now.

I expected 2024 to have more overt religion and less overt Hitlerites. I mean, in the end, the fundamentalist movement will get whatever it wants out of a Trump presidency – and that’s a lot – but I didn’t think they’d be so openly support someone so pro-Hitler.

Not just fascist, not even just Nazi: pro-Hitler.

Republican Governor of New Hampshire Chris Sununu was on CNN, earlier, talking about this. If you watch it, note that he doesn’t deny a single word of anyone’s accounts of the story. Not one word. Doesn’t even contest it, doesn’t even shade it, doesn’t even try to spin it; he accepts all of it as completely true. The Trump-campaign issued a slur-laden denial, but nobody believes them. Everyone else, including his supporters, seems to agree that it’s all completely true.

And yet, for them, it doesn’t change a single goddamn thing.

Bouduan: “In supporting the [Trump] ticket, in saying that, that is saying you’re going to support someone who Marine General John Kelley fits the definition of fascist. For sure, he says. In supporting the ticket, that is something you’re supporting.”

Sununu: “Yep.”

He then says he isn’t “okay with” Trump praising Hitler, but he’ll still support him and thinks America will too.

He does not say the words “fascist dictator” when he says he thinks America is ready for a second Trump administration and he’s all in to help with that, but that is what he’s saying.

For the first years of my long fight against this, a lot of it was about trying to convince people that this kind of raw, fascist, dictatorial power – in the case of the fundamentalist core, to institute a religious order to their liking and kill me and everyone like me – is what they wanted, and what they were working to create.

And it looks like a lot of them – all official Republicanism – have finally faced that reality, that out-and-out desire to be American Hitler, and said, “well… fine. I’m in.”

There is precious little time left. Whatever you have in you, whatever you have left, use it. There’s still a few days remaining to write Go-To-Vote letters, if there’s still Trumpy people you know, that you have emotional connections to, try to get them to explain it to you. Ask them why. Get them to put it into their words. Maybe that’ll jog some memories of conscience along the way. It probably won’t, but as long as there’s a chance, we all have to take it.

If you’re thinking of holding something back for later, don’t. Or as they said in the last fascist war, “smoke ’em if you got ’em,” because there really isn’t a day after if we lose.

12 days remain.

[crazylittlejester]

idk if you’ve been asked this before but what’s your opinion on Wars x Athena/Artemis??

also hope you’re having a good day!

I’m going to disappoint at least HALF of my mutuals when I say this, but to me those two are just friends. They’re very very close, by the end of the war, but to me they’re just friends. Wars sees her as his queen who he’ll stand by till he dies, Athena sees him as someone whose judgement she can trust if she’s unsure of a decision. The entire kingdom expects them to get together because of how close they are, but to me neither of them want that. I also headcanon Athena is a good 3 ish years older than Wars, which when you’re 30 and 27 doesn’t really matter, but when you’re 20 and 17 is definitely a bit of an age gap alskdk, so I think BECAUSE my brain sees her as a bit older than him I don’t really ship them. Plus (and I am SO sorry), I didn’t really see the chemistry between them in game

I also usually headcanon Athena is a lesbian, because she just has that vibe like:

she definitely likes women. lesbian, bisexual, either way, she likes women I know it in my heart

ABSOLUTELY NO HATE TO ANYONE WHO SHIPS THEM THOUGH, I have read a few fics where they’re a couple and they are very cute. It’s not a ship I’m AGAINST, like I see it because its a Link x Zelda ship, I get it, but personally I do not ship it. Like that’s a lesbian and her government assigned trans man right there, they’re besties. But i won’t like, avoid a fic if they’re a couple in it or something, I’m pretty neutral about the ship when I see it alskdkdk

i WAS convinced to write a single Wars x Athena fic (WHICH IM STILL WORKING ON ITS NOT ABANDONED I SWEAR-), but that’ll be my only one and in that I made em both bisexual alldrkkd

[macabre-discotheque]

Thimbleberry Pie Charts!

Hello!! This is a little fic thing I've had in the works for a little while and shared with a few friends, and I decided I should upload it!!

Criticism is much appreciated, I both want to get back into writing and want to get better!!!

Word Count: 896 Words

“-And that’s ten cases of card stock, an entire package of crayons, aand the mail-in day catalog for stamps! That’ll be a thousand smolleons, Mr. Joe!” … “What do you mean you don’t have that kind of money?! I should be charging you extra for wasting my time!! Good day! Sir!”

SLAM!!!

...

"Tough day?"

"You could say that,"

Pascal leaned against the pillows behind them, crossing their arms as they glanced at their ‘coworker’, humming silently.

After some time passed, Pascal started messing with an abacus on their makeshift table, they punched a few numbers into the toy calculator they were provided and finished off by flipping a few papers scattered around their workspace before speaking again,

“Hm, so far, we’ve made about a hundred dabloons from those teddy sales, a thousand and five hundred smoleans from the staplers and pushpins, pfft, aand a couple tens from whatever moolah is supposed to be,”

“Ah! This quarter has been a successful one I see! Maybe we could-” Frank began but was promptly interrupted with a “But!-”

“We’ve also got an order of big boards coming in,” Pascal said as they held up a receipt, “-and then a couple of crayons that are just…blue?” They looked up at Frank, “Do you know anything about this?”

Frank simply shrugged, to which Pascal simply huffed in response and got back to work. Frank set the books he was carrying onto the floor and then propped up the board on the two stacks for a makeshift table. A bit more time passed, Frank finally finished his desk.

“Take a look at that bookworm!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“There’s a bookworm on your shoulder,”

Frank looked to his right shoulder, lo and behold, he saw a little green worm staring up at him with comically large glasses atop its eyes.

“Oh! Look at you!” The puppet gently took the bookworm along his hands and showed it off,

“You know, Pascal. The Lumbricus Bibliostris usually appears in situations involving books, number crunching, and any busy work that involves reading! They often come in great handy when-”

“When keeping track of things!” Pascal finished Frank’s sentence for them with a smile.

“See? I pay attention whenever you talk about nifty little insects!”

Frank couldn’t help but smile knowing this fun little fact about their friend. They grabbed some knick knacks scattered around Julie’s house to place on their little makeshift desk while Pascal fiddled with their abacus and wrote a few things in crayon.

“Do you think we could convince Wally and Mr. Dear to join us next time?” “I doubt it, last time Eddie joined Julie and I in this little game, the poor mailman lost his marbles when Julie started wrecking things! As for Wally…I’m not too sure, maybe we could? He could draw those silly fruit-flavored pie charts Julie always needs for the board meetings!” “What flavor was it this time before I got here?” “Strawberry, but then midway through the meeting, she said it was supposed to be thimble-berry,”

“Do we even have that color?” Frank mumbled the question as he took the little bookworm to the open windowsill to let it outside, “I’ve never heard of such berries..” “Heck if I know! I’m only the accountant, Mr. Frankly, I crunch numbers and tell the head honcho about ‘em! Speaking of which, can you buzz in President Joyful? I finished countin' those numbers she was losin’ her marbles about earlier.” Pascal grabbed a stack of papers and set them next to their books. “No need to ring your lovely president in!! I’ve been here the whole time!” Julie spoke suddenly, appearing right in front of the cat puppet like it was nothing, startled by the rainbow monster’s sudden entrance. “Let me see those!” She snatched some of the papers and started rapidly flipping through them, mumbling nonsense to herself as she paced excitedly around the room, “These papers are quite overdue, Mr. Pushpin!” “Mhm..mhm…that looks about right…Wait!! Mr. Pushpin, why does the first hour say we sold fourteen crates of chuckler berries?? We don’t even have them in stock! And why do these papers say our stocks aren’t stocking?!” Julie yelled out as she scrambled to read the rest of the papers from Pascal’s desk.

Pascal looked up at the horned puppet in confusion and quickly grabbed the papers she had dropped, looking through them to check if Julie’s accusations were true. Frank got up on his feet and walked over to Julie, raising his brow in confusion. “What? What’s the matter?” He skimmed over the documents right next to Julie as buttons clacked in the background. Frank’s eyes widened, and they shared a look of horror with Pascal, who was holding the dropped papers as the two puppets wordlessly shared the same realization. “Our backburners aren’t in the back, and these pie charts aren’t blueberry flavored…The cans aren’t canned, and our doubloons aren’t even in doubles! This…all of this…” Julie rambled anxiously, mumbling more incomprehensible nonsense to herself. Pascal quickly dropped the papers they were holding and ran over to Frank to whisper one thing before chaos struck. “Mr. Frankly, it has been an honor working with you.” Without missing another beat. Julie threw the papers up in the air and gripped the sides of her head and cried out in despair,

"THIS COMPANY IS GOING DOWN!!!"

[generational-atrophy]

(Hetalia Main 8 x Reader) S/O with Toxic / Abusive Parents

(Gender Neutral) Headcanons ~ A/N whoopsies this one took a while ./ uuhhhh. Anon i hope everything is ok ):

Trigger Warning: (Obviously) terrible parents, mentions of abuse

From the start, Alfred did NOT trust nor like your parents. You don’t have to convince him! The type of person who ever thinks to berate and gaslight you, is not the kind of person he thinks either of you should be around…

If you still want to stay in contact with them, he won’t try to stop you but he’s not going to encourage it. He can’t understand why you would put yourself through that, even though they are still your parents.

Anytime you need someone to cry to, he’s right there with a box of tissues. Even if it seems like an endless cycle, he won’t get angry with you. Not ever! It’s not like it’s your fault in any way, after all.

If they’re upset with you for dating Alfred, another man, he’s gonna feel a little guilty. But also more vindicated in constantly asking to come along when you see them. Let them see how happy you two are! That’ll show ‘em! (It won’t.)

But regardless of the reason, he’s going to try to always be around when you talk to them. If they’re so worried about seeming like good parents, perhaps they’ll remain on their good behaviour with him around.

When he first started dating you, he’d often brush off any problems you have with your parents. After all, they’re fine most of the time, right? But as time goes on, he’ll learn to want to strangle them. A couple of mistakes is understandable, but this many?! Over and over again?!

He completely understands that regardless of their abuse, you can’t imagine your life without him. He’s had many relationships like that, so he won’t try to coax you out of it. But just know that if you ever need support without him, he’ll always be there for you. In any way, any time.

But if they’re pissed about you dating another man, he’s gonna be about as angry as them! I mean, out of all the reasons… don’t they know that you being gay doesn’t change anything?! It’s utterly ridiculous. Do you want him to throw a brick through their window? Please, let him attack them with bricks.

Other than that, he’ll ultimately act civil towards them. They’re your family, even if they’re a ticking time bomb. But if you ever need him to burst in and give them a taste of their own medicine, he will happily do so.

Francis is not an angry man, but he finds it hard to hold himself back when it comes to your parents. I mean, the absolute audacity they have with you… if they won’t listen to your protesting, maybe they'll listen to an immortal!

As much as he can understand your reservations about distancing yourself from them, he worries greatly about your safety. If there’s anything that they do, that he can do instead, please let him know. It’s really not good for you to be around people so toxic.

Anytime you need someone stable to comfort you, he’s running to help you. He may not always have the right words, but damn he’ll try. You don’t deserve such torment, you know? It’s not fair that your parents are such an ordeal to deal with…

If they’re homophobic as well, he’s really not surprised. Not impressed either, but considering everything they’ve done, it adds up. All that means is that you two have to get even gayer to spite them.

Your parents insisting you visit? Well, too bad! Francis bought you both non-refundable tickets to a resort all the way across the world. Now you’re way too busy having a perfect honeymoon instead of dealing with their bullshit.

Seeing how your parents treat you is obviously gonna piss Yao off. But it also makes him reflect on his parenting a lot… he sees the pain it causes you and he can’t help but worry if his “kids” feel the same. No one deserves to go through what you do.

Because of this, he’ll encourage you to try to work it out with your parents. If you need advice, he’ll always try his best to help you guys. But if they refuse to listen, just hurting you more in the process, he’s gonna blow a fuse.

 I mean, are you seeing these unreasonable assholes? You should like, cut them off. Being family is about respecting each other, and they choose to do everything but that! Maybe you should come live with him instead, he can take care of you instead. 

If they’re annoyed specifically because you’re dating another man, well, that just adds to it. People nowadays… back thousands of years ago no one cared! They should learn a little history before treating you terribly.

If he ever meets them, he’s gonna give them a piece of his mind. The way they act around you, that’s no way to treat a child! You don’t deserve any of it!

Normally, it’d be hard for him to recognize patterns of abuse (considering he has a couple of his own…) but with all of that changes. The moment you start crying on the phone to him, Ivan has decided your parents have lost their right to live. 

Of course, he’ll listen if you don’t want him to beat them up. They are your family after all… even if they act like you aren’t. He’ll be passive enough when he visits with you. Well, he may get a little… threatening… while you’re in the bathroom. But he can’t help it! They have no right to hurt you as they do.

After that, he’ll want to come along basically every time you see them. They want to act the puritans, surely they won’t blow up on you when he’s there. If they do, he can always just sling you over his shoulder and drive you home. He’s fully prepared to comfort you all night if you need it.

If they’re homophobic as well, he knows there’s nothing you two can do. He has plenty of experience with the type, and they do not take kindly to any education on the subject. It doesn’t really matter anyway, he’ll still love you no matter what they say.

Feliciano is going to try to be moderate, even though he wants your parents to be sent to live alone in the wilderness. He understands if you still want to have a relationship with them, and he supports you. But also if you wanna cut them off, he'll gladly take you in.

He’ll act like he doesn’t, but he does truly hate your parents. Especially how they act like they’ve done nothing wrong even when you come home to him, sobbing your heart out. Where did they find the audacity? You don’t deserve any of this! 

Normally, he rarely gets angry. Much less, confrontational! But when it comes to you, he can’t help himself. He sees how much they’ve hurt you, and he has no choice but to tell them off.

Especially if they hold your queerness against you. Being gay is wonderful! What an outdated view to hold! The absolute cruelty of hating you for something you can’t change, it makes his blood boil. Maybe you really should just cut them off…

He’ll always be there for you, no matter what you need. A shoulder to cry on, a stable home, anything. Family may be important, but no more important than your safety.

As soon as you tell Ludwig what your parents have done to you over the years, he’s going to urge you to distance yourself as much as possible. He’s seriously worried, not just for safety, but for your mental state. He can’t imagine going through that… from a damn parent!

Although he’ll always be there to comfort you, he can’t help but try to take a more proactive approach. If you really are dedicated to remaining connected with your parents, he’ll do everything he can to help you improve your relationship. Even if he thinks it’s a lost cause…

If they’re homophobic as well, he’s well-versed in defending your relationship. He has hours of reasoning and logic ready to make them feel like idiots; but unfortunately, that kind of hate isn’t that rational. You’re better off just leaving.

Whatever you decide, he’ll support you. Although he may seem tired of your endless cycle of parental problems, it’s really just because he cares about you so much. He wishes everything could be easier, but with things like this, nothing is black or white. Maybe, eventually, everything will work itself out. Then, you two can finally live in a perfect world.

Kiku may seem like he’s impartial, but he is absolutely NOT. He despises your parents, regardless of how kind they may act. Hurting you in any way… it’s the most horrid thing a parent can do.

Frankly, he may even refuse to meet them. Regardless of your insistence that they are not “always like that,” he still believes that you deserve so much better. He thinks that anyone who can act so awful and then pretend nothing happened, is someone who should not be tolerated.

Especially if they hold your love for other men against you. Any kind of illogical, ancient belief like that shows that they are beyond saving. He’s not even gonna try.

If you want to remain in contact with them, he’ll support you but never encourage it. He believes strongly in the institution of the family, but draws a line for his darling. If you tell him they’ve truly changed, he may come around, but he’ll always hold it against them.

All he wants is to protect you, no matter who it’s against. If your parents ever make you feel unwanted, unloved, or unworthy, Kiku will be there to tell you that you aren’t, over and over again.

[docholligay]

this was all @thoughtfulfuri's dream i just basically wrote it down. It's not great, but it's somethin, and I'm happy with that!

I don’t like to lie to you. 

It’s not who I am, even to people I don’t like, and you’re one of the people I like very much. I never cultivated a real gift for it, though, like me and most things, I can manage, in a pinch. This is a pinch, if there ever was one. 

“It’ll be fine. ‘Ow long ‘ave you know me? I can survive anything, it’s just that you need to ‘urry, right? Right, that’s all. I’ll be waiting.” 

See, the problem is, you’re a bit of an idealist, when it comes to the subject of me. I suppose I don’t blame you, since mostly it works out. I can survive anything, because I’ve survived everything. So far. I’ve been ripped through time twice, shot, all sorts of things that were meant to kill me, and just didn’t. I lived, anyhow. I do. 

Maybe I still will. Maybe I’m not lying. I don’t want to be lying, I don’t want to die, but I am fully capable of assembling evidence and coming up with a decent idea of the situation. Things have looked bad for me before, but Win, that’s the thing about flipping a coin. Coming up heads doesn’t make heads or tails more likely. It’s just..chance. 

“I can’t leave you, Lena.” 

“Well, you can’t take me neither. They ‘ave me CA. Couldn’t if we wanted to, love, so you just take the escape, and, and then you’ll come back.” 

I didn’t lie, then. I couldn’t leave if I wanted to. This cage is trapping me here, and keeping me alive. What’s that saying, between the devil and deep blue sea? Well, I’ve been to the bottom of the sea more than once, and it’s cold and it’s lonely and I spent the whole time wishing I’d died instead, so I might as well try the devil. 

She will kill me, though. I’m done for. I’ll be lucky if all she does is kill me. Now that you’re gone she’ll be able to convince them it’s all can be done with me. That the risk is too high to keep me alive. She will get permission to dismantle me brick by brick, and I’m trying not to imagine what that’s going to feel like. I can’t imagine it, because I need you to go, and for you to go, I need you to think I’m not afraid. 

“I can wait, I can work into the--”

“No! You can’t, Winston! This is the only chance either of us ‘ave! Please! You will just doom us both.” 

I’m annoyed with you, right? I’m not afraid, just annoyed, because you’ll come back. And you will. I know you will, I’ve never doubted you, same as I knew you’d be looking when Doomfist sent me spiraling. It’s just I’ll be gone by then. The gravestone at East London has been carved for years, but I’ve never laid in it. So that’ll be a new experience. It’ll save you all the trouble of deciding what to do. 

“Are you sure?”

You sounded so strained. The plastic at the wall of my cage is cheap and foggy, and I can just barely see your eyes. You’ve always taken care of me. I hope I’ve done the same. I put my hand up on the plastic of the wall, and gave a big grin. 

“I’ve never been more certain of anything in all me life, Win. Go. Come back, quick as you can. I’m waiting and the food ‘ere is rubbish.” 

“Okay. okay.” 

It was almost a whisper. I looked up at the clock, at the time drawing in when the rescue crew would be in position, and Winston would be safe. I could know I’d done that at least, as well as sit and plan the thousand annoying and nasty things I would say while I was being tortured to death. I hope I die before she comes up with a single good comeback. I hope she gets angry thinking about it in her shower the next day. I hope someone is sitting in the corner writing them down so I can have a big article, maybe even a pamphlet, titled, ‘Lena Oxton Died Very Brave and Also Funny, One Liners on Page Eleven, Nation Mourns Star Pilot’s Sick Burns.’ 

“Win. It’s time.” 

“I love you, Lena. I’m so sorry.” 

I wanted to tell you so many things right then. I wanted to tell you I loved you, and to take care of Em. Let her take care of you. I wanted to tell you to watch after Fareeha, who will take this personally whatever she says, and how all that rage she just tamps down inside her is going to pop, and without me there, I’m afraid no one will be able to help her. To let everyone have fun at Christmas. I don’t want a ruined Christmas, never on my account. Tell the little ones I love them. It was a good life, tell everyone, even if I wanted a bit more time. I always want more, don’t I? Tell Florrie I wasn’t afraid, she’ll worry I was. I hope she hadn’t started on my jumper. 

Tell Emily to find someone else. I’ll be offended if she doesn’t, tell her that, I wanted to say. 

But I couldn’t say any of that. Because then, you wouldn’t leave. I couldn’t say goodbye, because you couldn’t say it. 

“You can thank me by ‘aving some takeaway ready. I could murder an Indian right now.” 

You smiled, a little and I’ll take that as victory. Then you did what I bloody well told you to and scuttled back to where the rescue crew was going to enter. There was a lot of noise, and fire, but the swearing I heard over the crackle of the radio tells me that you made it. I know that you’re safe. A guard has come to make sure I’m still here. I can hear voices in the hallway, and I hear ‘Tracer,’ and the unlocking of the laboratory next door tells me what’s coming next. 

I don’t regret it. My only other choice was to let you die with me, and I would never do that to you. What a payment that would be, for everything you’ve done. I’m not built that way, and so I apologize for the lie. I knew they would never get here in time. I hope Ang lies too, I hope she tells you they killed me quickly. I’ve seen her do it before. Lies can be the greatest kindness some of us ever know. 

I’ll tell you a truth here, though, in my head, where you won’t hear it. 

I am a little afraid.

[visions--of--collisions]

EXCERPT: but you're gonna need some help (outta those) [spiderverse, hobie brown/miles morales, rated e: pink suit-inspired pwp]

Miles’ arm moves against his ribs, and the both of them gasp a bit at the space that appears between them when he retracts his web. It pulls Hobie out most of the way, but he grits his teeth against the sensitivity as it sets in, coaxing Miles to tighten his arms and legs around him. He crawls backwards slowly until he can feel the floor with his toes, unsticks from the wall, and promptly slumps to the ground. ‘Hobes!’ Miles yelps, startled, still kind of breathless, and then: ‘Hobie …’ More of a complaint, this time, but Hobie can hear the lightness and he capitalises on it, twisting and tipping forward until Miles is on his back under him with Hobie’s clinging arms pinned between him and the floor. ‘Man …’

The laugh creaks out of Hobie, rusty like a hinge, and he plants a sucking kiss on the soft skin below Miles’ ear before propping himself up on his forearms. Miles is still kind of in his lap, legs spread around Hobie’s hips, but he looks up at Hobie like he’s not the one who’s pinned. Hobie flutters his eyelashes at him, grinning stupidly. Miles groans; he scrubs at his eyes and stretches, blinking down at himself. He makes a face. It’s a goddamn mess between them, right from where their cocks lie softening to the collar of Miles’ rucked-up sweatshirt. The less said about the situation around their thighs, the better.

He lifts up the hem, mouth pursed. Miles pauses when Hobie’s eyes track the movement; he shoots him a disbelieving look. ‘You know I’m gonna be wearing this every day, right?’ he points out.

‘Fine by me,’ Hobie growls, with only slightly exaggerated interest. Miles groans again, wrestling with the hem, and Hobie laughs as he helps him work it up and off over his head. ‘Ay, shush. We can call it exposure therapy, yeah?’ One corner of his mouth twitches higher than the other when Miles gives him a hairy eyeball as he rolls the sweatshirt down  his arms and tosses it aside. Hobie gives him a minute to take stock in peace, very tactfully ignoring the dampness smeared across his chest, keeping any observations about how good or not a look that’s just gloves and web shooters may be to himself. 

The crease in Miles’ forehead is a less welcome sight, all told. ‘You good?’

Miles blinks. He looks at Hobie’s face and leaves off his fumbling with the clasp of his web shooter to smooth a hand down his shoulder, kissing his teeth around a smile. ‘Yeah, I’m good! I’m great,’ he adds, huffing with quiet laughter. Hobie tilts his head at him, mostly convinced, and Miles goes back to undoing the clasp. He leaves the cuff off to the side and flexes his gloved fingers thoughtfully. ‘I dunno, I just - I can’t figure out if I want these shorter or not.’

‘Is it?’ Hobie frowns and carefully extracts his arms to reach for Miles’ other hand. The clinging fabric has mostly stayed in place despite the tension Miles’ web must have put on it, but he smooths it out anyways, considering. ‘Looks pretty good as is, from here,’ he offers. The callus on his thumb catches on the fastening of Miles’ web shooter when he unthinkingly strokes the underside of his wrist.

Miles hums as he watches Hobie take it off and lay it beside the other. He’s visibly conflicted. ‘It’ll mess with the line of the suit,’ he points out.

‘Could make ‘em a feature,’ Hobie suggests. He narrows his eyes, trying to picture how that might look with a Miles-specific twist. It’s been a minute since he’s used his spraypaint signature, outside of the Spider symbol …

Miles’ eyebrows arch toward his hairline at that. ‘Well …’ When Hobie looks at him curiously, he gnaws on his lip before continuing: ‘Margo had this idea, for like - a short-sleeved suit. Since, I mean, I’ll be wearing the sweater overtop anyways, so it’s not like anyone’s gonna know until I lose it. And that’ll be pretty tricky with the way the cuff’s elasticated around …’

Hobie perks up. ‘Oh, you mean your sweater paws?’

There’s a faint thunk as Miles drops his head to the floor. He immediately looks so put upon that Hobie knows it’s not the first time he’s heard this. ‘You don’t - that’s not … I can’t …’

He props his cheek on his fist. ‘Damn, Mags already beat me to it? That’s humiliating.’

Miles knocks him in the side with his leg. ‘Yeah, you should feel bad. Derivative,’ he accuses. ‘Inauthentic. Ain’t a drop of originality between you.’

‘Alright now …’

Miles opens his mouth, but he looks at Hobie’s bemused face and immediately seems to run out of steam. He sighs gustily, instead. ‘She won’t change the filename back,’ he complains. ‘Ugh. Lemme up.’

[TO BE CONTINUED]

[integra1127grimmreaper]

Black Velvet - (John Winchester)

Warning: Mention of sexual activity

Summary: Story inspired by the song - Black Velvet by Alannah Myles. Years after he had up and left you, you run into your old flame, John Winchester.

A/N: Y/N - your name

Dividers created by @firefly-graphics​  

John and the boys had just successfully taken care of a demon that preyed only on women; ones that enjoyed partying a bit too much and dressed extremely provocatively.

Luckily for the town's woman folk, they managed to track its vessel down before he claimed another victim. So, here they were grabbing a few drinks at the local bar in celebration of a successful hunt.

"That was one tough son of a bitch..." Dean remarks throwing himself down into the chair with a heavy grunt.

"Look who's talking..." Sam grumbles.

"You weren't the one used us bait."

"You got the whole long hair thing going on, makes ya look more like a girl from behind" Dean points out with a wave of his hand.

"That with the girl clothes made ya really convincing from a distance."

"I still can't believe you made me wear girl clothes" Sam scowls at him.

"Be glad you wore jeans instead of a skirt..." Dean flashes him a grin.

"You'd have had to shave ya legs then."

Sam doesn't respond to his remark; choosing to grumble into the glass while taking a sip of his drink instead.

"Dean, stop teasing your brother..." John reprimands him.

"Sorry, Sir" Dean responds straightening up in his seat as Sam triumphally smirks.

Scanning the room, Dean sips at his drink, silently cringing at the terrible singing of some drunk up on the stage.

"Why did we decide to go to a bar that has very bad karaoke night?"

"It's the only bar in town..." Sam shrugs in response.

"At least he's almost finished with the song."

"Thank goodness..." Dean groans out in relief.

A few minutes after the drunk leaves the stage, a very attractive looking woman takes the stage then; dressed in a black mini skirt, paired with a corset styled top, and black leather jacket.

"Why, hello there..." Dean utters out in interest.

"She's out of your league dude..." Sam remarks.

"Whaddya mean?" Dean frowns at him, pulling at the open flaps of his jacket.

"I'm an extremely attractive guy, the ladies love me."

"Keep telling yourself that and it might just come true" Sam chuckles.

"Let's hope she can sing though."

"Yeah, that would be really embarrassing" Dean nods in agreement.

"A woman so fine looking, and she ends up making a fool of herself in public would be tragic."

As the boys continued on with their little discussion neither of them had yet to notice how quiet their father had become as he stared narrow eyed at the stage as the topic of their interest begins to sing.

*

Mississippi in the middle of a dry spell

Jimmie Rogers on the Victrola up high

Mama's dancin' with a baby on her shoulder

The sun is settin' like molasses in the sky

The boy could sing, knew how to move, everything

Always wanting more, he'd leave you longing for

Black velvet and that little boy's smile

Black velvet with that slow southern style

A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees

Black velvet if you please...

"Looks like hottie can really sing and dance quite well..." Dean groans out in comment as she swings her hips to the music.

*

Up in Memphis, the music's like a heatwave

White lighting, bound to drive you wild

Mama's baby 's in the heart of every schoolgirl

"Love Me Tender" leaves them 'em cryin' in the aisle

They way he moves, it was a sin, so sweet and true

Always wanting more, he'd leave you longing for

Black velvet and that little boy's smile

Black velvet with that slow southern style

A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees

Black velvet if you please...

"Bro, I think she's looking at me..." Dean excitedly slaps Sam against the arm when the woman seductively smiles in their direction.

"I highly doubt that..." Sam drawls out in response.

*

Every word of every song that he sang was for you

In a flash, he was gone, it happened so soon

What could you do?

Black velvet and that little boy's smile

Black velvet with that slow southern style

A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees

Black velvet if you please...

With furrowed brows, Sam studies the woman for a bit; noticing something a bit strange, he turns to look at his father.

John sat dead silent; eyes narrowed as he gazed back at the woman.

"I think she's looking at Dad, not you..." Sam remarks a bit confused at the interaction between the two.

"No, she's not..." Dean scoffs.

"She's clearly checking me out."

*

Black velvet and that little boy's smile

Black velvet with that slow southern style

A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees

Black velvet if you please

If you please

If you please

If you please...

The song ends and the woman steps off the stage.

"No, she's definitely looking at Dad..." Sam shakes his head.

"Dad, you know her?"

John doesn't respond to his question, getting up from his seat instead.

"I'm gonna get some fresh air."

"Wondered if you were going to follow me out or not" you remark with a smirk at seeing John walking toward you.

"It's been a long time, hasn't it?" John rasps out, his gaze dark as he stared down at you.

"Ten years..." you rasp out in response.

"What you doing here?" John asks as the two of you step further into the dark alley alongside the bar.

"Came to do a job, but you guys beat me to it."

"Alone?" John frowns in displeasure.

"I'm a very capable woman and hunter" you arch a brow in rebuttal.

"You should know that from the days we used to hunt together."

"From what I remember; I was always saving your butt" John comments, stepping closer to you.

"Then we both remember things way differently..." you drawl out, slowly backing away from him; gaze never wavering as he slowly stalked you.

"That so...?" John responds, lips slightly twitching in amusement.

"You were always jumping in front of me during an attack" you nod frowning.

"Even though I never needed your help."

Flashing a dimpled smirk, John reaches up to cup your cheek.

"You needed my help for other things though, didn't you?"

"John..." you softly whimpered, eyes fluttering close when your back came up against the alley wall.

"What's wrong, Sweetheart?" John slurs, pushing himself flushed up against you.

"Need my help again...?"

The inner turmoil inside you finally snaps as you gave in to your desires, lifting a leg to wrap around his waist.

If there was one thing you could never resist; it was the sexual charm of John Winchester.

"Morning..." a voice raspily slurs against your neck, as strong arms pull you closer.

"Morning..." you groan out, smiling as you turn to face John in the bed.

"Who woulda thought we'd run into each other again after all this time...?" John stares down at you longingly, brushing your hair out of your face.

"Yeah, who woulda..." you wrinkle your nose at him in response as he tips down to kiss you.

"I missed you..."

"I definitely know something missed me, yeah..." you joke when feeling his morning erection poking at your stomach.

"Oh, he missed you a lot..." John grunts, thrusting himself against you.

"Maybe you should show me, how much he missed me..." you whisper, softly nipping at his neck.

"With pleasure..." John growls out, rolling over on top of you as you giggled in response.

"Stop sulking" Sam scolds Dean as they sat in the diner, eating breakfast.

"Just don't understand where she ran off to..." Dean whines in disappointment.

"She just up and disappeared out of nowhere."

"It's for the best" Sam smugly remarks.

"She was way out of your league anyway."

"Whatever, man" Dean scowls.

"You hear anything from Dad?"

"Just the text he sent last night; that he would meet us here this morning" Sam shrugs in reply.

"Where you think he ran off to?"

"Maybe he went off with your dream woman..." Sam teasingly smirks.

"Dad's so not her type!" Dean scoffs in protest.

"You sure? Cause, it seemed to me as if they knew each other."

The two of them continued on bantering for a few minutes, until a car pulled up in the driveway of the diner.

"What the...?" Dean remarks, seeing John get out from behind the wheel of the strange car.

Mere seconds later, the woman from the night before gets out of the passenger side.

"Told you..." Sam smirks.

John and you entered into the diner, heading directly to the booth that had two men seated in it.

"Boys, this is Y/N" John introduces you to them.

"Y/N, these are my boys; Sam and Dean."

"Please to meet you" you smile at them in greeting.

The one named; Sam politely smiles at you, while Dean stares opened mouthed.

Dean snaps out of his stupider then.

"You two know each other? How?"

"We're old friends" you reply with a chuckle.

"Your dad and I were hunting partners for a bit about ten years ago."

"So, you two...?" Dean stares shocked while waving a finger between John and you.

"That's none of your business, boy" John grunts out frowning.

"Relax, Big fella..." you chuckle, slapping a palm against John's chest.

After the awkward introduction, John, the boys, and you sat chatting while having breakfast. It was an enjoyable time as you guys exchanged stories of hunts, and how grumpy John would get at times.

But it wasn't long thereafter, when breakfast ended, and it was time to part ways.

"Come with us..." John suggests as you stood alongside your car.

"I can't" you whisper out softly.

"Why not?" John frowns at your reply.

"I'm retired, John... the hunter's life is no longer for me. I only took this one as a favour to an old friend."

"Retired?" John arches a brow.

"For ten years now" you nod.

"This job is too much of a risk for me to be taking now."

"If you're worried about the risk of being on the road 24/7, you don't have to" John remarks.

"We have a safe place, a bunker... it's isolated, and safe from any and all elements. You were always the better researcher between the two of us, you could stay there to help with that."

"It's not just me... I'm not alone."

"What you mean, you're not alone?" John frowns at your remark.

Realizing you had no other option but to tell John the truth, you exhale heavily in defeat.

"I have a ten-year-old daughter...at least she will be in a few months."

"Daughter...?" John stares at you open mouth.

"Ten years old?"

You silently nod, taking a picture of her out and handing it to John.

"Her name's; Lily..."

"She's...?" John murmurs out, staring at the picture of the little girl.

"She has your eyes and dimples..." you nod feeling a bit emotional, then suddenly chuckle out.

"Also has that same grumpy scowl as you."

"Why didn't you let me know?" John stares at you accusingly.

You scoff at his remark with a frown.

"You're the one that up and disappeared one day" you reminded him.

"The minute I told you, that I loved you; you ran."

John's head drops in shame at your words then.

"I was scared..." he utters out in admittance.

"Scared...?" you frown in confusion.

"Scared..." John nods, looking up into your eyes then.

"Scared of loving someone, and possibly losing them again."

You take a step closer to him, reaching up to cup his cheek.

"Why didn't you tell me any of this?"

"I thought it was for the best if I kept it to myself, that it would keep you safe then."

You couldn't help the chuckle that slipped your lips then.

"I was a hunter before we met, my life would continue to be in danger, even if we weren't together."

"I know now it was a dumb idea..." John sighs out.

"Quite dumb..." you nod chuckling.

John flashes a dimpled smirk at your remark, clearing his throat then.

"Where is she now?"

"Lily?" you reply, and John nods.

"She's at my sister's. Like I said, I'm retired, I stopped hunting because of her. This was just a favour, so I asked my sister to watch her for me."

"I'd like to meet her..." John requests quite eagerly.

"Does she even know about me?"

"I've told her about you, yes. She knows who her daddy is. Likes to look at that picture of you and I that we took back then."

"She does?" John cringes at the thought of what his daughter must think of him.

"Has she asked where I am?"

You exhale heavily then at the memories of those conversations.

"Almost every day... especially, why you never come to see her."

"What did you tell her?" John's voice comes out brokenly.

"That her daddy is extremely busy chasing bad guys, so she and everyone else could remain safe."

Tears threatening to escape from his eyes, John presses his forehead against yours.

"I'm sorry... I never should have left."

"It's ok..." you murmur as tears began to burn your own eyes.

"You'll come with us?" John stares pleadingly at you.

"Both of you?"

Biting into your lower lip, you silently nod in agreement.

John smiles, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

"I love you..."

You couldn't suppress the whimper that slipped your lips then.

"I love you too..."

With a dimpled smirk, John grabs hold of your car keys.

"C'mon, let's go pick up our little girl, and then head on home..."

Crossing your arms over your chest, you eye him closely.

"You sure, you ain't gonna run out on us again?"

John chuckles, pulling you back into his arms.

"I promise, Sweetheart..." he presses a kiss into your hair.

"You better..." you warn him, causing him to chuckle louder.

"Get in the car..." he swats your bottom as you head for the passenger door, and you shoot him a glare over your shoulder.

"Let's go get our girl..." John smirks at you, starting up the car.

"Let's go get our girl..." you smirk in agreement.

*

Black velvet and that little boy's smile

Black velvet with slow southern style

A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees

Black velvet if you please

If you please

If you please

If you please...

[dayfalwastaken]

Henry Emily and the tale of the Fredbear's Show Tape.

Eventually, the side Matthew was hoping for won out, and Henry knelt down to answer him.

“Hehe, alright, sure, if you guys want to hear it.” It was funny how easily he’d been convinced... but he may have just been dying for someone to ask him about the Springlocks. They were his most prized creations, so of course he’d be eager to discuss them. “It’s complicated but I’ll try to keep it as simple as possible. So, the process me and Bill have developed for this is rather interesting. First thing’s first, we write how the show’s gonna be. Everything that’ll be said and how it will be said. Then, we put what we write into a program that reads it and makes Freddy and Springbonnie speak. Now comes the tricky part. Behind the stage is where we the magic happens. William gets into either Fred or Spring, we plug `em with a few cables that are hooked up to a computer, and then Will starts acting. While plugged in, the suits are in what we call a Recording Mode. When that mode’s active, however William moves will be remembered and stored in the computer. There are sensors in the mask that know when your eyes are closed, and by how much, so that’s how those two are able to express. The jaw’s movement is also recorded-…”

It hadn’t taken Henry long to start rambling. Get the man to talk and he’d never stop, but Matt wasn’t protesting. Most of what he was saying flew right over Liz’s head- she was staring through her uncle like he wasn’t there, while Cassidy wasn’t doing much better. Evan understood some of it, but he was still struggling to comprehend all the information. Admittedly, it was a lot for him to wrap his head around. Charlie was following along alright, but from how she was watching her father, she’d have loved to be doing anything else. To Matthew however, Henry’s ramblings sounded awfully similar to motion capture.

Walt Disney had done it first with animatronics more than ten years ago, but still, Henry… He was so casual about having recreated literal motion capture!! And to a level that surpassed any existing technology in that niche field!

He’s way too nonchalant about his achievements. Like, man, don’t downplay what you’ve built- you’re so awesome for doing something like this, is what the boy wished he could’ve said.

To think that this was the in-universe explanation for why the next gen animatronics were less mobile than the Springlocks despite being newer…

“-Now, the voice lines are played over a speaker as Bill performs so he can react accordingly. It’s all done live, and it has to be in one take or we start from scratch. That’s the hard thing about it. There’s no room for mistakes if we want it done in a timely manner. Thankfully William is great at acting, so we don’t run into too many issues. He does his thing and I press the buttons. But anyway, once he’s done, he takes the suit off and does the same for the other one. At the end, we combine the audio with the movements, put them on a special tape, upload it in the suits and we’re golden. That’s all there is to a Fredbear’s Show Tape. Pretty rad, huh?”

If he'd had a red beer cup Henry would've been the perfect stereotypical uncle. The kind spotted only at backyard barbeques and awkward family gatherings.

[theredandwhiteknight-if]

Congrats on the progress your making man! I personally am shaking with anticipation to play the demo you pump out, however i am most interested in the retcon of Arthur's eligibility!

so if it is not too much to ask, are you able to go back to some of ye olde RO asks to get his piece(the question mark on my computer is bugging out so please pretend this parenthesis is that)

obviously i wont ask for all of em but i figured just sending this question instead of repeating the older asks questions would be simpler

Sure! Sorry for the late reply, but I found all the ones I could to answer

RO’s react to a Sleeping Beauty Lancelot

Arthur absolutly freaks out when he finds outs Lancelot is under some sort of sleeping curse and immediately sends his knights out to find a cure. Once he’s told it’s true loves kiss, he just kind of freezes for a while. He’s eventually heckled by his knights to try it which he does a bit uncomfortably. And he’s definitely not crying once Lanceot wakes up, he swears.

ROs thoughts about babies

Arthur actually really likes children and is sad that he was unable to have any with Guinevere. He holds an extreme amount of guilt for the May Day Massacre and thinks his lack of children is punishment for it. Once he found out Mordred was his son, he was torn between excitement, fear, and even more guilt. He wants to be a father to Mordred but thinks it’s too late and that he deserves for Mordred to hate him. He’d be very happy to have children with Lancelot, bio or adopted.

ROs reaction to this scenario

Arthur is at first a bit surprised but laughs as he asks the person he’s talking to if they’re okay. He doesn’t always understand Lancelot but has learned to that their quirks in stride.

ROs react to Lancelot serending them

Arthur isn’t the most artistic or romantic so he doesn’t really get it but he still finds it sweet and enjoys hearing Lancelot’s voice. He’ll try to convince Tristan to play something for Lancelot back since Tristan is the musician of the Round Table.

ROs react to Lancelot warming themselves up in the sun (in the middle of the road) like a reptile

Arthur is very confused and tries to get Lancelot to move at first. When they don’t, he kind awkwardly sits down next to them to watch over them. No one would dare run over the king after all.

ROs react to Lancelot picking them up bridal style

Arthur is very bashful at first, kind of in shock but. He wouldn’t say it out loud, but the fact that Lancelot can so easily pick him up and carry him around is incredibly attractive to him. Arthur offers to do it in return he can can show off his own strength to Lancelot.

Vivian’s opinions on the ROs

Vivian definitely thinks highly of Arthur as a king, though like with Guinevere, she’s a bit unsure at first due to the marriage. Once she realizes their either not together like that or that Lance is with both of them, she’s very supportive. She is still slightly worried since she knows of Arthur’s fate and worries how that’ll affect Lancelot.

ROs sleeping positions

Arthur takes up a lot of room when he sleeps and starfishes in the bed a lot. He loves to cuddle though and is happy to be the big or the little spoon with Lancelot. In the poly, he likes to be the big spoon so he can reach and hold both of them.

ROs jealousy levels

Arthur tries not to get jealous but will sometimes get jealous a bit in any part of the relationship that the other knights can spend as much time as they want with Lancelot or go on quests with them. All while he is stuck at a higher place in his kingly duties or his commander duties. It’s never too serious though, just some pouting about it.

Do the ROs flirt?

Arthur CANNOT flirt to save his life. You know that Shang line at the end of Mulan? “You fight good”. That’s him that how he flirts. So he doesn’t do it often and just sticks to compliments.

How Protective are the ROs?

Arthur gets very protective. He knows that as king he is a big target and that people will go after those close to him to hurt him. He doesn’t usually get physical or violent off the battlefield but he will to protect Lancelot and will make that person see why he is called the Red Ravager and has conquered so much.

Do the ROs peacock for Lancelot?

Arthur does more than he wants to admit. He often puts more effort into looking impressive and Kingly around Lancelot in public. He also takes pretty much any opportunity to show off his skills. He is more comfortable wearing whatever when it’s just them though.

How do the ROs react to romantic gestures?

Arthur usually reacts a bit awkwardly. He is deeply touched they went to the effort, but isn’t quite sure what the correct response is. He usually just responds with a genuine thank you and a kiss and hopes that’s enough. He isn’t one for romantic gestures but will get Kay and Bedivere’s help to try if Lancelot is very into them.

Which ROs make the first move?

Arthur will subtly indicate that he is interested in Lancelot but Lancelot has to make the first move. Arthur won’t make any moves unless he knows for sure Lancelot likes him so Lancelot has come out and say it to him for him to respond.

[amberskyyking]

Implications Of Being Alive

Chapter 3: When A Supply Run Goes Horribly Wrong (or Right?)

Or, I have exactly 1 problem with the ending of BB, and I’ve loopholed my way into a maliciously canon-compliant fix-it that I EXPECT to see in a new rebel show, please and thank you J Corbs and Hat Man 🫠

—-SPOILERS FOR BB S3 BELOW—-

“That’s the last of ‘em, kid!” Cy declared with gusto, melodramatically dusting off his hands in the narrow hall of Omega’s ship. “Lil surprised you got it all to fit in this tiny hold of yours!”

Omega shot a sparkling smirk at a broadly grinning old clone and crossed her arms. “You’re just disappointed you didn’t get to claim more than your own share!”

“Well can ‘ya blame me?” He chuckled, gesturing at the supply boxes packed tight enough Omega had to override the object sensors to convince the outer hatch to close on them. “We havent seen Varos flavored rations since… Well, since the Clone Wars! All our brothers loved them, they’re completely lost on the nat-borns.”

“You know you don’t have to live on rations, don’t you?” Omega raised an amused eyebrow.

“Well. Yeah, we eat other things! But, nostalgia’s sake. You know.”

Omega grinned and shook her head. “I know. I always liked them best, too.”

“No kidding!” Cy teased, patting the nearest box, and Omega gave him a good natured punch on the shoulder. “Hey!”

“Wait until I tell Echo you’re trying to poach his-“ But Omega cut herself off as Hera’s head popped into the hold with a worrying frown, Chopper on her heels, grumbling up a storm.

“Hey Hera!” Omega said cautiously, righting herself and giving Hera a friendly salute. Cy did the same. “Is… Something wrong?”

“It’s Chop,” She said in an undertone, cutting straight to the point. “He just came back from the edge of base with his communicator shot clean off.”

All the color drained from Omega’s face, and Cy let out a displeased grunt of his own. “Poor Chop!” Omega said sympathetically, glancing down at the agitated astromec. “Are you alright other than that?”

Bhr BHR! B B B B Baaaaaaah.

“Oh he’s fine. The imperial spy he found, not so much,” Hera said with an exasperated smirk. “It explains why our systems registered a small explosion nearby, the attacker had detonators and Chop took advantage,” She gestured at him with a hint of pride. “That’ll teach them to mess with my droid. But it’s not safe to stay. You both have your supplies, are you ready to move out?”

“Yes sir!” Omega piped up.

“I can be,” Cy said lazily.

“Good. Lyssa and Domri are just waiting my signal. We need them out first, their refugees need this more than our -“

Br BR! Br BR! BHRRRRRR!

“What is it Chop?”

Ba brbrbr BAA-

Chopper gestured back out the doorway towards Cy’s ship, the Cyclone 4, and for the briefest second Omega spotted a glimpse of a figure in black bolting from it before -

BOOM.

The force of the explosion sent them all reeling back! Omega hit the wall and tiny lights popped behind her eyes. Her ears rang, but she heard coughing, scoffing, offended Chopper noises and confused Gonk! Gonk!’s coming from the back of her ship.

She pulled herself upright with a white knuckle grip on the edge of the console and heard Cy let out a deeply disgruntled sound.

“Aaaagh! Not again!” He groaned.

Omega offered him a hand and pulled him to his feet. The Cyclone 4 had been reduced to slag.

“Karabast! They lived?!” Hera shouted. “Alright, new plan.”

Be bv br BHR?

“Too risky Chop, they’re already here. Omega, get us airborne, NOW.”

“On it,” Omega said, hopping into the pilots seat and firing up the controls. Her thrusters engaged, the ship lifted off, and Hera took charge.

“Chopper, remotely activate the Ghost’s top hatch!” Hera ordered. “Cy, with me, on my signal! Omega, bring us in low over the Ghost and give us ground cover to get her flying, we need to get Lyssa and Domri out of here before we make our own jumps! Is that clear!”

“Yes sir!” Omega called back, pushing the ship forward with a determined grimace and her heart racing. The Ghost wasn’t far but their saboteur could be anywhere, and even as she thought it more shots fired off towards two other rising Rebel ships.

“No!” Omega gasped as Lyssa’s stabilizer was hit. The ship shuttered dangerously in the air and began to plummet. Omega gritted her teeth.

“Draw their fire and stay on target!” Hera cried, and Omega nodded, gritting her teeth and swallowing hard. Hera was right. They needed the Ghost, it was a risky plan but she was accustomed to risky plans by now and Hera’s skills were needed now more than ever to help the others escape.

She banked sideways towards their attacker first, laid down some fire as ground cover, and juked away towards the Ghost again. In the distance Lyssa fought for control of the careening ship, Domri rose higher, but the infiltrator, whoever they were, changed targets, forcing Omega to twist and dodge to avoid a serious hit. Omega leveled out low to the ground and pulled up on the accelerator seconds before they passed over the Ghost.

“Now!” She heard Hera shout, and her three passengers dropped out the door onto the Ghost below. Omega looked back with her heart in her throat but they had made it. Hera vanished into the hatch and Cy gave Omega a quick salute before pulling it closed over them all. Omega let out a breath, but it wasn’t over. She pulled up again, cut the thrusters and made a perfect Tech Turn to round back on the shooter.

In the few seconds that move took, the rain of blasterfire had seemed to stop, but Omega realized with dread it was only because they were aiming for the Ghost!

Omega returned fire back in an instant, bringing her ship around for another pass and peppering the area the enemy was hiding in blue plasma. For a second the attacker, wherever they were, let up on their assault, but as Omegas ship sped past their barrage returned. She gasped as one shot just barely missed a sublight engine, and only because the Ghost just lifted off the ground in time to make it a miss!

Mayhem 5! Keep them pinned down! Hera’s voice crackled over the comm.

As if she even needed to be told, after that close call. She snarled as she threw the ship into a second Tech Turn to double back again and give this imperial scumbag some hell. “On it!”

The Ghost careened in a huge arc and unleashed its own fire power on the shooters hiding spot, and finally, the dark figure was flushed out, running with an obvious limp and suited in black. How they were even still moving Omega didn’t know, but she had them now. She accelerated forward again, took aim, fired-

But her enemy also fired, whipping towards her with inhuman speed and popping off a single shot that sank straight through her sublight engine!

A distress call from Lyssa blared from her console, Omega felt her own engine splutter and die, the figure vanished below, and her ship veered sideways. There was hardly any time to prepare to crash. Omega wrenched the steering, slamming at the controls and overriding several errors to force the ship to stay level for just a few seconds.

“Brace for impact Gonky!” She shouted back, and the ship crashed down, skidding and spinning across the dirt. Omega was thrown forward, letting out an involuntary cry that was lost on the sound of metallic screeching and rumbling dirt that pierced the air until they came to a stop.

She could smell smoke, systems warnings were blaring, but she took stock of herself and… She was okay. A little sore, but nothing broken or bleeding.

Mayhem 5! What’s your status?! Hera’s voice rang out from the sparking console, and even through distortion, Omega could hear the fear in her voice. She scrambled for the receiver.

“Specter 2, I’m… I’m fine,” She breathed, looking around with eyes wide. “Ships down. No major injuries!”

The viewport was thick with dust, but the ship had spun as it crashed so she sat facing the gouge marks in the soft earth, and something was moving up ahead. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, and the adrenaline that was just coming down from the crash rocketed all over again.

Ruby 3 is unresponsive, Hera said frantically. Did you make your shot?

She peered with dread through the pane, but it wasn’t a trick. There wasn’t enough cover to stay hidden for long and soon she saw it again - That same lone, limping figure, one hand cradling their side, injured and blow up but still unrelenting in their pursuit as they ducked behind a small cluster of gnarled plants.

Something about their armor was horribly familiar.

Mayhem 5?

“No,” Omega said bitterly. “I didn’t, but I will.”

Taking them out from here would be best, but the gunnery was karked, jammed in a completely unusable position. She kept her eyes on the imperial’s cover as she drew the custom precision blaster Crosshair had finally deemed good enough for her after several modifications and patted down her belt to ensure Hunter’s old vibro-knife was still there.

I don’t like the sound of that-

Something moved, and if only for a second, Omega saw them clearly, and her heart leapt into her throat. That… That wasn’t just any Imperial, that was like seeing a ghost! She would never forget that helmet, that mask, those glowing aqua cybernetics.

It was him.

The soldier who had hunted her family a decade ago, who killed so many of Rex’s men, who nearly drowned Crosshair and later cut off his hand. The one who had blown up the Marauder and dragged her off to Tantiss, who she thought Hunter had finally killed during their escape.

But if that was really him… Then he was a clone, too.

“Get to Ruby 3. She needs you,” Omega pleaded in a tone that was determined as it was solemn, setting her blaster to stun. “This is personal.”

And it had almost been too close already. They never wanted to kill clones who were on the Empires side, but sometimes it was impossible to avoid. They couldn’t avoid it on Tantiss, but this was different. She was different. This was a one-on-one fight, it wasn’t impossible, and if she had a chance, she would take it. She was ready.

That still wouldn’t make it easy, based on her still very vivid memories of what the CX troopers were capable of. Omega took a deep breath to center herself… And an idea came into her head.

“Gonky,” Omega whispered, and got a feeble little goooonk in response. “Be ready for Plan 38, okay? I need a backup just in case. Prep the hold latch and unleash it on my signal.”

He reluctantly gonked in agreement, and Omega nodded back, moving carefully to slip out of the hold. He was nearby, she knew it. She watched for signs of him. If she could just stun him, if she could just get him back to Echo-

Only the barest flash of movement warned Omega to duck before a blaster bolt hit the wall above her! She sprung off it and charged, firing back blue rings at the clone, knowing full well how much more difficult it would be to take him down that way, but she could do it! She just had to hit him enough times, she just had to survive -

He took the bait and slammed into her full force, knocking her back, and she twisted to avoid getting slashed with a knife. Omega fired and missed. The clones hand swiped the blade again at her neck but she caught it on her vambrace and shoved him back, barely, trading and blocking blows in close quarters. Her gut twisted. He was skilled, but injured, which should make him easier to take down, but he was fighting with lethal force, and Omega… Omega couldn’t do that!

She couldn’t beat him that way, he was never going to stop, it was all she could do to keep herself in the fight with a person who would hurt himself to keep going, who would fight through so much pain. She tried to fall back, plan 38 would be better for them both, but the retreat left her vulnerable for a split second and he grabbed her arm. Omega gasped as he yanked her towards a tree and kneed her in the gut.

“They’ll come back for you, dead or alive,” He said, his voice toneless and modulated. “They don’t leave their own behind.”

Omega preferred the gut pain to those words. It hurt less. They couldn’t help what happened on Tantiss, she tried so hard to remind herself of that, but it still always tugged at her heart, knowing how many clones still died there before they made it out. But she couldn’t go there now. He lifted his blaster and she grabbed his arm, twisting it up so it fired into the trees, and he let out a sharp yelp of pain. She couldn’t pity him yet, though, not while he was fighting without mercy, not if she wanted to help him! He wouldn’t be left behind, not again! Omega took advantage of his weakness, jamming her own blaster directly against his chest plate and firing off one stunner, then two, but he threw himself back and head butted her clean in the nose before she could finish the job with a third.

Stars swarmed her vision again, she let out a small cry and tasted blood. The clone staggered backward and Omega stumbled sideways, fighting to keep her own consciousness.

But he was doing the same. Omega raised her blaster again but between the two of them he was quicker, and she was forced to dodge more fire, retreating towards the trap Gonky was ready to pull. She didn’t have to beat him out here. He was almost down already. She just had to get him on the ship.

One of the shots singed her leg as she ran but she didn’t dare stop, not even for the sharp pain that radiated up it almost right away. She’d fought through worse. Omega managed to leap into the hold off her good leg but collapsed in the entry, only feet from the cockpit.

“Karabast!” She swore, desperately starting to crawl forward.

Gonky gonked his concern from the back.

“Not yet!” Omega whimpered. “I have to get him to the-“

There was a clanging of metal on metal as heavy footfalls rang through the ship. Omega flipped herself around and tried to stand, but the clone in imperial black stood looming over her and cocked his blaster at her head.

“Running is futile,” He said in that same Imperial monotone.

“It’s worked before!” Omega tried to stall, pushing herself backwards with her one good leg. He had her trapped, he wasn’t in position yet, Gonky couldn’t spring the trap, but they were so close. Omega held her breath, heart racing, this wasn’t how she wanted to go out, she could help him…

But several seconds passed, and he wasn’t pulling the trigger.

The clone seemed frozen, his head cocked ever so slightly, not so much looking at her as past her at something else, as if transfixed. The end of his blaster dipped towards the floor in his distraction.

Omega narrowed her eyes, subtly aiming her own blaster at her hip without a sound, and fired two shots in rapid succession. The last shot did what the first three couldn’t. The clone collapsed on the ground.

Gonk gonk? Gooonk?

Omega let herself fall backwards on the ground, too. It was over… She had done it.

“No Gonky… We don’t need Plan 38 after all.”

Which was probably good. Wasting all those Varos flavored rations just to bury the clone really would be a shame. Omega’s leg was throbbing painfully, her head was still aching and her face splattered with blood, but she couldn’t wait too long to catch her breath either. After only a minute or so, she dragged herself upright again and crawled towards the clone.

“I’m sorry, vod,” She breathed, pulling his hands behind his back and encasing them in binders as gently as she could before heaving him upright. “I’ll get you some help, yeah? You probably never wanted this, and…”

But her words dropped off as she gingerly removed his helmet and her world came to a screeching halt.

This wasn’t a reg.

This wasn’t a reg but it WAS a clone. She had screamed his name, lunged forward in desperation as he shot the cable that connected them, plummeting into the clouds below as their rail car caught the track and ripped them away and it all went dark-

“TECH???!!” Omega shrieked, the name torn from her chest in agony like the day they had lost him, reverberating against the walls of the ship so she heard it a hundred more times as she cupped his face and stared in disbelief. He was older now, like the others, his auburn hair cut short and speckled with shades of gray. Wrinkles lined his cheeks and jaw and the outsides of his eyes, he had some nasty new scars, but it was him, undoubtedly him.

In that moment, it didn’t matter if he was dangerous, it didn’t matter what he had done, what kind of conditioning the Empire must have put him through over all this time, or that he had just tried to kill her. Omega threw her arms around his shoulders and broke down into his neck with bloody, hiccuping, ugly sobs, carding her fingers into the back of his close-shaven hair.

All this time. All those battles a decade ago, everything that happened since then. How could they not have known? How come they never looked?

Guilt tore open her chest worse than his knife would have. He had been trapped like this, while the rest of them retired on Pabu, while Omega grew up surrounded by sunshine and laughter and beaches and family… And somehow, all this time later, he had hesitated to make the kill. Something had stopped him long enough for her to get the final shot.

She did her best to still herself, just for a few seconds, blinking away her tears to follow his gaze from a few minutes before…

To where his own cracked and broken goggles sat prominently on top of the cockpit console.

Omega’s ragged cries started all over again. Tech was alive, he was still in there, he had to be.

And he was coming home.

ITS KRIFFING POSSIBLE DAMMIT I DIDN’T EVEN BREAK CANON NOW FIX IT IN CANON OR SO HELP ME!!!!!! ❤️‍🩹

-ahem- Anyways. I’m mostly on AO3 so, links to all chapters below. Please scream in my comments and shit, it is pure writing fuel to get those ❤️

Chapter 1: Existing Isn’t Living (But It’s Better Than Being Dead… Right?)

Chapter 2: Serving Purpose (This Might Be Banthashit)

Chapter 3: When A Supply Run Goes Horribly Wrong (Or Right?)

[husk-not-whiskers]

*Mielle smiles a bit and takes a cheese from her plate* Mmm….i should definitely move here. Plus, this place has far more class~

-🐱🍸

(OOC: Mielle resembles a Turkish angora cat with light pink fur and she has a tuff of fur on her forehead. She has three tails and she did die in the 60s, so she wears a lot of 60s styled clothes and a cute little ascot. Her eyes are similar to Husk’s except they’re green instead of yellow. Not to mention, she has these dark pink markings on her eyes that look like the slits on clown makeup. Just so you know 👀)

“I’m sure it’d be easy as fuck to get you moved in, we’d just gotta talk to Charlie and Al… and then find a spot for you to preform. Preferably, someone near the bar.”

“Of course we’d have to do the first performance to convince em it’s a good choice. But I’m sure that’ll be damn easy for ya”