#the war continues

[waltzing-rats]

God this should NOT have taken me as long as it did. Uh. Sound up ig? I like this song

[tippilo]

HALLOWS : PART ONE

Thanks to @crymsyy for the amazing video and allowing me to use it in writing this! Now I have a whole fic in process based off this video! Future parts are being outlined and will be posted as they are finished!

Mistakes are my own! I may clean this up in the future to post on AO3 but, for now, this is what we have :)

This is also a Forced Proximity fic for dramione month (@dhrmonth)

[rainebasillovesbyler]

My dad: byler isn’t cannon, you just ship them because they’re both boys me: Mike stares at Will’s lips dad, that’s why I ship them My dad: … Me: exactly

[incorrectsmashbrosquotes]

Results of Smash Bros Sexyman Tournament: Round 1!

Mario v. DK: Mario victory! (vanilla iss a great flavor too!)

Link v. Samus: Samus victory! (don't worry, they're still in love and still smooch.)

Dark Samus v. Yoshi: Dark Samus victory! (what did you expect on the gay and want to be stepped on be evil women site?)

Fox McCloud v. Luigi: Luigi Victory! (pathetic men enjoyerss defeat furries, more at eleven)

Captain Falcon v. Princess Peach: Princess Peach victory! (Yeah, Falcon was too conventionally attractive to win.)

Princess Daisy v. Bowser: Princess Daisy victory! (I'm kinda disappointed in the monster fuckers)

Sheik v. Princess Zelda: Sheik victory! (never trust anyone, not even yourself)

Dr. Mario v. Falco Lombardi: Falco victory! (and the furries finally pull through!)

Marth v. Lucina: Lucina victory! (And Girl Marth wins!)

Ganondorf v. Mewtwo: Ganondorf victory! (you're falling behind furries)

Roy v. Chrom: Chrom victory! (Melee fans, I am so disappointed in you girlies.)

Mr. Game and Watch v. Meta Knight: Meta Knight victory! (coughing baby v. nuclear bomb)

Zero Suit Samus v. Wario: Zero Suit Samus victory! (It occurs to me that maybe my roster building skills are imbalanced....)

Solid Snake v. Ike: Snake victory! (Well I suppose Snake is more pathetic than Ike...)

Sonic v. King Dedede: King Dedede victory! (Dededivorce here we come!)

Olimar v. Lucario: Lucario victory! (Theeeeerrrrre the furries are.)

R.O.B. v. Wolf O'Donnell: Wolf victory! (Poor robo-fuckers.)

Wii Fit Trainer v. Princess Rosalina: Rosalina victory! (I don't have a joke for this one)

Little Mac v. Greninja: Little Mac victory! (Mac-Mains are here to win, baby!)

Robin v. Robyn: Robyn victory! (Big fan of women)

Palutena v. Pac-Man: Palutena victory! (Another nuclear bomb v. coughing baby.)

Shulk v. Ryu: Shulk victory! (Shulk nation rise up!)

Ken v. Cloud: Cloud victory! (sad trauma boi beats sad rich boi)

Corrin v. Corrine: Corrine victory! (Big fan of women 2)

Bayonetta v. Terry Bogard: Bayonetta victory! (Yeah... this one wasn't remotely fair.)

Ridley v. Simon: Ridley victory! (Thhhheeeerrrreeee the Monster Fuckers are)

Richter v. King K Rool: Richter victory! (Aaaannnnd there they go.)

Isabelle v. Incineroar: Isabelle Victory! (Devour him alive Izzy.)

Piranha Plant v. Joker: Joker victory! (I'm kinda mad the plant lost, woulda been funnier if he'd won.)

Hero v. Banjo: Banjo victory! (Can't tell if this is the meme lords or furries)

Byleth v. Bealyn: Bealyn victory! (big fan of women 3)

Sephiroth v. Kazuya: Sephiroth victory! ("I will never be a memory.")

And that's Round One! Round Two coming soon!

[bloomynmoon]

I think you've contributed to over half of my boops

LMAOO

YOU'VE contributed to well over 90% of mine!!

[squidsandthings]

Going bowling and getting inspired for ways to Torture Nikolai for the war with @im-a-chunky-potato :)

[margindoodles2407]

ATTACK

----

There’s a tremor through his muscles threatening to misalign his blaster, but by sheer force of will, he refuses to let it show. His aim is steady, perfect, as the blaster nozzle sits poised between Hunter’s eyebrows.

Hunter.

“Whatever sick joke this is, it isn’t funny,” he snarls, unable to tear his gaze away from wide golden-brown eyes.

“Crosshair, please. Stand down.”

Tech’s voice is calm, careful, as if he’s speaking to a cornered nexu. It makes his white-knuckled grip on the blaster tighten, finger trembling on the trigger he’s certain Hunter can hear.

Hunter.

It’s him, it really is. But it isn’t at the same time. The armor is all wrong, mismatched and weather-worn. It isn’t their symbolic red and black, there are no skulls… anywhere.

Except on half of that stupid gaping face of his, of course.

No, he’s wearing yellow and—and teal? Was that teal? It isn’t really blue, and it definitely isn’t green. It’s got to be teal.

But teal?

There’s a tattered red scarf draped over his cuirass and around his neck. The kark was that doing, keeping him warm? His vambraces have been swapped for some red fabric wrapped around his forearm.

Well, his vibroknife and sheath are still stuck to his right arm, so there’s that.

But he looks so tired, so thin, so weary. Even his annoying hair is hanging limp beneath a discolored bandana. His cheeks are sunken, there are bags under his eyes, and Crosshair swears that his armor is dangling around his frame.

He looks like a corpse.

He is a corpse. Crosshair had watched as they’d lowered his body-bag into a hole they’d dug in Kashyyyk. Crosshair had buried him with his own two hands. The same hands that had killed him.

The same hands that hold a blaster to his forehead.

He blinks the tears back and bares his teeth.

“Tech. Explanation, now.”

“We are from another universe, it appears.” The voice that answers is Tech’s, without a doubt. But it sounds higher. Younger. Crosshair pulls his eyes away to fix them on a… younger Tech? In armor, no less?

What?

‘Tech’ continues to speak, still staring at his bloody datapad.

“Hyperspace has been known to transcend the laws of space-time, and I have often entertained numerous theories about multiverses: parallel universes with slight or significant differences in circumstances. I hypothesize that we have accidently travelled into your universe when our hyperdrive had failed momentarily.”

He looks up at last, a triumphant expression on his lithe features. Crosshair falters, until he spots his Tech stepping into his periphery, silver streaks in his brown hair and dressed in his civvies, a gentleness in his motions that he’d developed with age. He pushes his blaster down and pries it from his grasp, a softness in his eyes.

“It is not him, Crosshair.”

The words aren’t meant to hurt, though they cut through the flesh of his soul. It’s a fact — and Tech is fond of facts — the same as gravity and antimatter and Omega’s sweet tooth. It’s meant to settle his confusion, not disturb his wrath.

Wait.

Omega.

“Whatever is going on, you all need to get out of here. You,” he jabs a finger with a hiss at Hunter’s (Hunter’s) chest, “Especially. And now. You need to leave, now.”

But it’s too late, it’s too late.

He’s always been too late.

There’s a thump landing heavily on the floor and a sharp breath inhaled as if shot in the heart. His eyes widen as he whisks around, catching sight of his daughter’s pale expression. **

“Cyar’ika—”

She lets out a wounded noise, clapping a hand around her mouth, squeezing her eyes shut, her other arm wrapped around her stomach. Desperately, Crosshair searches for aid, eagerly latching onto the worried expression of his vod’ika on his left.

“Wrecker, get her out of here.”

Wrecker is quick to come to her support. He turns her around by the shoulders and leads her out of the room, rumbling quietly as he pulls her into his side.

They watch after her receding, shaking form. Watch as Wrecker kindly escorts her away from the living image of her dearest heartbreak in the comfort of his arms.

Standing in their kitchen.

Crosshair doesn’t let out the breath he is holding until he hears her broken sobs.

He inhales, just as shakily, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes. “Of course it’s you,” he spits out bitterly, “Of course it’s you, coming back from the dead to haunt us. Can’t even leave us in peace beyond the grave, can you?”

Pulling his hands away, he whirls on his ori’vod (dead, dead, dead). Shoves him back hard by the shoulders. Glares at him with a fury and anguish that he never knew raged within him.

“Why do you have to ruin everything? With your presence or absence: Why do you have to ruin everything?”

“And then I have to fix it all,” he sneers at the face he has missed so dearly, the beloved face he sees in his happiest dreams, “You leave it to me to hold all the pieces you break. Bastard.”

He turns on his heel, he storms out of the room, he slams the door behind him.

But he slides down with a trembling hand over his mouth, curls up against the door as he strains a ear to listen to the silence that has followed in his wake. Tears prickle in his eyes, blurring his vision of the wood-grains. There’s a sphere lodged in his throat that threatens to break through as a grievous moan of a sob.

Hunter can probably hear his heartbeat beyond the door.

He stifles the cry that crackles from his mouth in his hand.

At last, at last, Hunter speaks, voice low and gruff as he’s always remembered it. As he’s always loved it.

“I think we need to know what happened on Rothana.”

It is all Crosshair can do to stagger to his feet and stumble away in search of Omega before his tears overcome him.

-----

okay, context:

read this fic and blew my own mind.

decided to write a What If? in the Ik'aad AU where everything's the same except for, well, Hunter.

basically a weird crossover between the characters in Canon and the characters in this What If? of Ik'aad

I'M SORRY. WHAT THE KRIFF

[mrmorphea]

LET ME BOOP YOU

Once more, into the boop

[lullabielamb]

boop

Boop.

[artcalledwrap]

[sprintingowl]

A Wacky Lil' TTRPG

Once again I cast my line into the sea, fishing not for reblogs but for the pornbots that are inevitably drawn to my posts about tabletop rpgs.

I do not know what mechanisms drive your behaviors, strange ladies, but you seemingly cannot resist liking my weird game design posts.

And yet, dry land and the ban awaits thee.

[wtf-amiru]

omg you guys, a real person followed me today /playdead

[supertaliart]

More Skywalker Sibling time! Now with a sequel

Part 3

[rainebasillovesbyler]

I had to save my byler funkos from my dad’s clutches today TT. He took them to the kitchen for some reason

[bethsvrse]

please PLEASE learn how to tag your fanfics. Don’t tag fluff when it’s angst, don’t tag smut when it’s fluff and please don’t tag characters that ARENT EVEN MENTIONED IN THE FIC!!!!