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Cucurucho versus — Bobby

Cucurucho, buddy, you simply can't handle the uber instincts of Bobby's uber chingon prowess.

see also: tilin (& juanaflippa) ao3 version (or check '#cucurucho versus' for more)

+ thank you @/tinylittlesimp for checking if the spanish dialogue is correct! ヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ

bonus: explanation as to why the scanner didn't picked up the guns

/claps hand/

Okay, so.

The short explanation is that Bobby's front pocket isn't considered as in-game inventory, because the overalls is an attire, or it is considered as a Minecraft skin to be exact. The scanner camera only scans in-game-on-person inventory, or anything that shows you the inventory interface if you click on them, which is why the two guns bypassed the scan and remained undetected.

Were Roier and/or Jaiden aware of this? I'll leave that up to you guys' interpretation.

Also, there was an alternative choice to have Maxo be the one giving Bobby the guns, since he might be someone who probably figured that out one way or another.

But, I settled on Roier and Jaiden because it is quite funny to me if those two didn't knew about the loophole and didn't realized that they accidentally gave Bobby what he needed to wreck havoc in the afterlife (^^ゞ) + get revenge on that one time he died at the hands of the binary monster.

(Also, apparently according to the wiki, Bobby prefers the non-coloured sign because he likes the basic ones. But, he did have a teal/baby blue sign which he occasionally use.)

[serickswrites]

Eeeeeeeeey! It's meeeeeeeee!

Anyway, I hope you don't mind another request, as this popped up in my head just now!

A Whumpee in a hostage situation via bank/store robbery. Caretaker is outside the building Whumpee is in, begging to the hostage negotiators who were at the scene to let them in so they could save Whumpee (and apologize to Whumpee; they had a fight prior to Whumpee leaving).

They could only watch in horror as Whumper, one of the robbers, grabbed Whumpee and threatened them for everyone to stand down.

-- @whumperofworlds

Hello friend! I can definitely do this prompt for you. I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: hostage situation, gun, threat of death, gun shot, unclear character status, guilt, restraints, gag

"Please," Caretaker begged the hostage negotiator that stood in front of the truck that served as a command post. "Please, I need to go in there. Whumpee needs me. Please, I need to--"

"Caretaker," the negotiator said coolly, cutting off Caretaker, "you don't have the negotiating training."

"Please, I--"

"Caretaker, stop. You and Whumpee are a great team. You're great investigators. But neither you nor Whumpee have the negotiation training. I am in charge of this scene now. Let me and my team do my job."

Before Caretaker could try and beg for another chance, the negotiator walked off to the SWAT tent. Caretaker hung their head in shame. They had failed to convince anyone to let them go in after Whumpee.

Whumpee was in danger and this was all their fault.

They had called Whumpee reckless, called Whumpee an idiot, called Whumpee incompetent only an hour before Whumpee had gone into the bank by themself to interview the bank manager.

"Caretaker, I'm telling you, this bank is going to get hit next!" Whumpee had argued in the car as Caretaker drove through the city.

"You don't know that. Going in there will raise fear! We need to gather the evidence, Whumpee."

"Caretaker, I'm telling you, this bank fits the pattern. This is the next one. Please, believe me," Whumpee had said earnestly, their eyes bright and pleading.

"Whumpee, we need to do our jobs. We can't go off half cocked with no evidence. That's reckless. Don't be an idiot and waste time. We know the suspects are going to strike today, we don't want to waste what time we have left!"

Whumpee's face fell. "I am not going off half cocked. And I'm not an idiot. I know this is the one. I can feel it."

"Well your feelings lead to incompetence. We need evidence. We don't need to raise the alarm for some civilians for nothing."

"Let me out of here," Whumpee said softly, their hand already on the door handle.

"Whumpee, where are you going?" Caretaker shouted as Whumpee opened the door. They slammed on the breaks.

"You may not believe me, but I can't let this go. I'm right. I know I am."

And before Caretaker could shout at Whumpee again, they slammed the door and sprinted off towards the bank. "Whumpee!" Caretaker shouted out their window. But it was no use. Whumpee didn't stop or slow down.

And now Caretaker stared at the live footage the robbers had linked to Caretaker's team of investigators. Stared at the live footage knowing that Whumpee was right. And that Whumpee was in the bank with the other civilians without their gun. They had left the car without getting their service weapon out of the safe in the trunk.

Caretaker's mouth went dry as the lead robber dragged a bound and gag Whumpee in front of the camera. The robber pointed the gun at Whumpee's chest. "I want to talk to the person in charge. Now." The robber's voice was cold.

"HEY!" Caretaker shouted at the lead negotiator. "They know who Whumpee is. They know! Do something!"

The negotiator picked up the phone and called the line they had set up for the robber. "I understand you wanted to speak with me," their voice was calm and soft.

Caretaker couldn't believe the change in their demeanor. Did they think this technique would work? The whole reason the spree had lasted longer than normal was that the lead robber was cruel, calculating, and took no risk. They would just as soon as execute Whumpee on camera as listen to the negotiator. "Please, let me--"

The negotiator silenced Caretaker with a glare. "What can I do for you, my apologies I don't know what to call you."

"Whumper, you can call me Whumper."

"What can I do for you, Whumper? I would like to make sure everyone gets out of this safely."

Whumper shoved the gun into Whumpee's stomach. Whumpee coughed and gasped around their gag. "This one already tried that. Said they just wanted to talk and that they would help me. I don't need their help. I don't need your help."

"Well, it seems like you're stuck in there, so I'd like to help you out."

Whumper fisted Whumpee's hair and pulled them back up to kneeling. "You don't understand. I am in charge here. You will do as I say and maybe some of the hostages will make it out of here."

"I want all of the hostages to make it out of there, Whumper. Could we just--"

"You will stand down in the next five minutes or this one," they pointed the gun at Whumpee's chest once more, "will be leaving here in a body bag."

"Please, if you just let me--" Caretaker tried once more.

"You know it will take us more time to clear the scene. If we could just have--"

Whumper looked at their watch, "You have four minutes now."

Caretaker ran out from the truck. They couldn't listen to the incompetence of the negotiator. If the negotiator wasn't going to get Whumpee out alive, they would.

Two uniformed officers ran forward to bar Caretaker's journey. "You can't go in there, Caretaker."

"Please, Whumpee needs me!" Caretaker had to get in there. Had to save Whumpee. Had to apologize. Had to hold them and never let them go. Had to say all of the things they had longed to say but couldn't.

"Caretaker, we can't let you do that."

One loud gunshot rang out. The world went quiet as Caretaker froze. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. They were right there. Whumpee was right there.

"WHUMPEE!"

[devrim-selvi]

open starter @lunarcovestarters at the hospital.

On his way home from work he'd been nabbed. Shoved in the back of an unmarked van still wearing his scrubs. They couldn't have kidnapped him before work? Or at least after he'd had a chance to change? Devrim was more annoyed about sitting in dirty scrubs than being shoved in the back of a van. It was if his kidnappers could read his mind. After they broke his leg and shot him in the knee of the other leg, Devrim was repeatedly dunked in water. He wouldn't call it as refreshing as a shower, but of the two ways he'd almost died in his life he wouldn't say drowning was the worst. Seconds before he saw Song shatter the tank's glass he almost felt peaceful.

Now all he felt was pain. The physical overshadowed by the mental anguish. A frustration for his lameness. Forced, not once but twice now, to regain his mobility. Maybe he'd be better suited as something more durable than human. If he wanted to stay in Lunar Cove.

"If you want the jello just take it."

[akito-shinonome-official]

Akito. Are you safe right now? From..dad, I mean. I heard some stuff.

@officialenanan

eh… i heard a vague threat of being shot from another room, but i’m packed and the moment i get the go-ahead from toya i’m ditching this hellhole.

[alastor-assists]

Helluva Boss Murder Family 6/?

[minusgangtime]

X twirls the gun again, flicking his wrist and even throwing it in the air and catching it, before sliding under Pico and pointing the gun at the back of his head, before pulling the trigger. “BOW!” The bullet flying through Pico's skull and into the wall, and blood splattering against the walls as-well.

X chuckles to himself and stands up, blowing the barrel of the gun off like a cowboy. Before twirling it and deciding to keep it. “Y'know... I think I look nice with a gun. Heheh..”

Pico fell to the ground, unconcious...

[whyissupernaturaltrending]

a former US president gets shot at and rather than trend himself he causes supernatural to trend instead because everyone is sharing the news via the destiel meme. unparalleled

[ablizmal]

rip juliette, you would’ve LOVED “the black parade” album

[destielmemenews]

Thomas Matthew Crooks is from Bethel Park, Pennsylvania, and is a registered Republican.

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[bucky-barnes-rp5]

*My lip trembles as I take Wanda's hand.* Please come back to me safely. *I say as she takes me to the Quinjet. She introduces me to Steve, Sam, and Natasha and I greet them shyly. I sit down and Steve hands me a blanket before bending down to my level.*

Can you tell me where you're hurt, Jessy?

*I show him my wrists and then point to my neck where bruises are starting to form.* He...He um... he choked me and probably pulled some of my hair out, but other than some bruises, I think I'm okay. I'm just worried about the baby. *Tears shine in my eyes again as I look at Steve.* Can you tell if Bucky and I's baby is okay?

*Steve nods and places his hand on my arm gently.* I'll fly us to the tower once Bucky joins us, okay? Another Avenger, Bruce Banner, is a doctor and he can check on your little one.

*I nod and bring my knees to my chest, making myself as small as possible under the blanket as I wait for you to come back.*

Meanwhile...

*Rumlow sneers* [Her file was shared with the entire Hydra database, Barnes. Even if you kill me, she's gonna be a target. Just like you and your pal Rogers. One way or another we will duplicate the serum...and when we do, we'll make this world ours.]

*scoffs and rolls my eyes* You think I’m afraid of you? You realize in an instant I had every avenger here to help? Your little crew is nothing. *I point the barrel at his forehead and pull the trigger before walking back to the quinjet, giving Natasha her gun back*

Is my place at the tower still available? I may have just put a target on my back.

[serickswrites]

Far Better III

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, stabbing, knife, blood, cuts, bleeding out, unconsciousness, gun, gunshot, rescue

Hero's chest was coated with blood. It cooled in a tacky, sticky mess. Their head was spinning and they could barely keep their eyes open. But they had to keep their eyes open. They couldn't pass out before Caretaker got here.

"Do you think your lover has forsaken you?" Villain asked, their lips brushing Hero's ear. They stroked their fingers down Hero's chest, fingers tracing a particularly deep stab wound on Hero's stomach. "Do you think they have given you up for dead?"

"C-C-Carettttaker-er-er-er w-w-w-w-woulddddd nnnnnevvvver-er-er," Hero gasped as Villain pressed their finger into the wound.

"I don't know," Villain said as they pressed harder and Hero gasped. They watched as Hero's red, hot blood flowed from the wound once more. "It seems like they have forgotten you. But that's ok, this is far better than any repayment I could ever get."

"Then it sucks I brought this huge sack of money," Caretaker said from the doorway.

Hero sighed with relief. Caretaker was here. They were safe. But they still needed to stay awake. Just a bit longer.

"Let Hero go, Villain. Your beef is with me." Caretaker's voice was hard and Hero could only just see Caretaker's face--pulled tight with anger and underneath that: fear.

"But this is so much fun," Villain pouted. They twirled the knife in their hand. "This is far better than any amount of money."

"Let Hero go. Now." Caretaker's hand drifted to by their belt.

Villain glanced down at Hero, an evil glint in their eye. "Ok," they said as they stabbed Hero in the chest and pulled the knife down.

Hero's world whited out with pain. They couldn't see. They couldn't breathe. All they could feel was their blood flowing from the wound, their life quickly draining away. Someone was gasping. Hero realized it was them. They couldn't breathe. Dimly, Hero registered they heard gunfire and a shout. But it didn't matter. There was nothing that they could hold onto as they slipped towards oblivion.

"Love, no, you have to stay with me!" Caretaker's face appeared close to theirs. "Stay awake, love. I'm so sorry. Please, stay with me." Something pressed on their body. But their body was so far away. So beyond the pain that they barely recognized the pressure.

Hero blinked up at Caretaker. Caretaker. They loved Caretaker so much. At least they got to see Caretaker once more. They wanted to stay. Wanted to let Caretaker hold them. Wanted to go home and snuggle with Caretaker for days on end. But they were so tired. Their body had moved beyond the point of pain. Their body was shutting down, everything was failing them. They could feel their desperate gasps for air slowing down.

But Caretaker didn't fail them. Caretaker got here. They got to see Caretaker once more. "No! No! None of that, Hero. Keep your eyes open, love. Stay with me! PLEASE!"

Hero wanted to stay. Wanted to wipe Caretaker's tears away, but their hands didn't obey their mind. Their body didn't listen. As the darkness encroaching their vision, the sounds of gasping began to fade, and Hero could no longer maintain their grip on consciousness. With Caretaker screaming their name, Hero faded into the darkness.

Tags: @aarika-merrill@theelvishcowgirl@books-are-everything @glassthedumbass @st0rmm

@lthrboy @painsthegame @lokigodofaces @ladyflautist

[hwathwugu]

Gale Dekarios

Gunsmith and sharpshooter. Wanted by the patent office for Breaking and Entering, Intellectual Property Theft, and more.

[alastor-assists]

Helluva series gifs, special edition for the new episode! Gifs from the song LOOK AT THIS.

[franzias-cave]

do you think if they knew they were going to create the ecru house they would have made the same choices

[minusgangtime]

Now, X knew this would be loud for the other Minus Gang to hear, but he didn't care; he wanted to have some fun with Pico's gun. X lets go of Pico, backing up slightly before twirling his gun and shooting Pico in the knee. “BAM!” X yells in a childish way, chuckling to himself happily and sadistically. The bullet dropping onto the ground, and making a hole into the floor.

-X

"AAAAAAAAH!!"

[yangjeongin]

JEONGIN | "CHK CHK BOOM" MV