#blu has kids

[kordbot]

speaking of hacker. I'm working on a new ref for him bc I changed the way I draw him a bit and I'm considering posting it this time

#also made blu hacker a separate character for funsies #so he looks Slightly different #red hackers glasses are now fully reflective so the only real differences are basically. #blu hackers glasses arent reflective he has a stache and his tie has dots now #also some very slight design changes like his hair sproings being reversed and his moles in diff places #anyways blu hackers name is konrad wybicki and hes. god. hes got ultimate white dad energy #hes just a sillyguy who calls his teammates son and champ and kid and buddy and old sport #personality wise hes completely different from quincy and its so funny to me ok #anyways. yeah i might post the finished ref here but idk if anyone would be interested in that

[blusandbirds]

trying to figure out colleges for the cobra kai kids for a fic and it’s so hard. like on one hand i’m like “oh they’re smart kids" on the other hand i’m like "well their grades definitely took a hit during the karate war." "their extracurriculars are fantastic" "they were all involved in a brawl on school grounds." "so their essays have got to be fascinating”

#blu talks #cobra kai #this is for everybody except miguel who im going to give a full ride to stanford because i love him #and i mean he literally fought his way back from being paralyzed how could you not admit this dude #eli is where im having the most trouble like i cant imagine he cared about grades during his hawk times #but also coding camp winner and all valley champion and okinawan sparring deck designer: the extracurriculars look great for him #and i dont really think he has a disciplinary record because of how vice principal blatt was eating his schtick up #but again he did escalate a well documented school fight that ended with a kid being kicked off a balcony #but then once again i bet he writes a really banger essay

[macabreblublu]

~SMOKE AND SHADOWS~

Dunno what went through my head when I worked on this but, I hope to have that spontaneous mindset when it comes to future pieces😆😆

I just really wanted to draw mini figure Macaque’s mini figure armour, it’s so coooolll✨✨✨

Anyways, hope y’all like it!!!

Alts cause how could I not ;)

#blu art #lego monkie kid #monkie kid #lmk #six eared macaque #liu er mihou #this one has been sitting in my folders for far too long I almost feel sorry #NOT #more angst for this boi comin up #>:)))

[randomwriteronline]

open my head and there's Donatella Rettore on loop

full uncropped page:

#tloz #skullkid #skull kid #eska (batim) #oitesch #spidersona #spider tea #random draws #body horror tw #unreality #implied self harm #only in the lyrics of the song #spider tea's got those bandaids bc she fights crime #three ocs and a fandesign and my Terrible Terrible Anatomy #specificatamente sono in fissa con la cover che ha fatto con i la sad a s*nr*mo perché spacca #e anche per quando quello blu prima la invita con un cenno e poi va a prenderla saltellando e la porta propriamente sul palco per la mano #mi fa sorridere :) che gentile

[fresh-sikhye]

The colonel is mad at him 😔

#he’s that one kid from the KFC episode. His name’s Tommy I think #f u Blu. he has the better mullet #small artist #art #artwork #sketch #South Park #fanart #South Park fanart #digital art #digital painting #illustration #kfc fried chicken #digital illustration #painting #sp fanart #my art

[kon-konk]

Why is it so much harder to find Blu-rays of the shows I watched as a kid that weren't anime than it ever is to find anime Blu-rays?

Like yes, I could get a DVD set of Ed, Edd, 'n' Eddy or Invader Zim that was released 2020+ but why is there not also a Blu-ray version? I thought by that point everything was releasing on both?

#fungi are friends not food #like please i want my favorite shows from when I was a kid #but I'm trying to have a Blu-ray collection so it'll maybe stay up to date for a little longer #invader Zim has one but it's a different region and i don't have a region free Blu-ray player. only dvd

[phobiaexists]

I like Rio but I am still not a big fan of how they treated Blu in the sequel oh my fuck

#“blu stop being so selfish and thinking about yourself” #jewel shut up blu is clearly overwhelmed and new to his current environment and yet he has been doing his best to contribute and fit in #and make you and the kids happy oh my fucking god. she doesnt ever even check in on blu to ask if hes doing okay after adjusting #the stupid fucking pressure jewels dad and the weird love triangle guy puts on him is not fucking helping #of course blu needs help and time to adjust hes been raised by humans and most likely never has even seen his parents #“happy wife happy life” shut the fuck up thats not how it works both sides deserve to be equally happy and cared for #leave blu alone #the only soundtrack i like in the sequel and it has to be the one where #blu sits in the distance clearly feeling left out as jewel dances with her kids her father her tribe and the weird love triangle dude

[redhoodsbf]

kissing. him. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 & then copy/paste that one zillion times.

#I tried. buying an interactive film with him in it. #-- but the only form of it that was available was in blu-rayz. BLEH #<- not bad. just don't have anything to read those dvds. #I'm so glad they didn't give him blue eyes. not every kid bmam adopts has to have them. #[🦇]: I've been bamboozled! #robo.txt

[glooomtownbrats]

ok i promise i'm speed running yakuza 3 like..... i am desperately wanting to reach yakuza 5 so

#like the other day i was talking with my friend about the old days of watching shows and anime on youtube at like 180p #and i would take it #i wouldn't complain #i remember doing that for skins because it's how i kept up with it #anyways #nowadays streaming services and piracy has spoiled me with only blu-ray/HQ versions of anything #and yakuza 3 feels like the good old days #like the quality is not bad but... you know... #so yakuza kiwami definitely spoiled me with those graphics and new remodeling of the characters #so that's why i want to speedrun #it took me a while to get used to it #and now i actually love the story about kiryu and his kids and stuff #let alone remodeling characters but the entire playability of the game its better in the other games #and yakuza 3 and 4 got no love :( #and i'm so wet for like a dragon ishin btw #op

[vagabond-umlaut]

every rose and its 'twin prickles'

Or: you and the two fearsome monsters, your knightly husband must wage a war against everyday, for the sake of a glimpse of you.

▸ dad!gojo satoru x mom!reader; 1.45 wc; fluff, fluff, gallons and gallons of fluff; a pair of cute, possessive and too-wise-for-their-age babies who love their mama wayyy too much; poor miserable deprived 'toru; sprinkles of humor too added in there; implied no curses!au

▸ i dump the blame of this on @afortoru's shoulders. A, look what you made me do ▸ writing this genre for the 1st time! characters, image or divider used aren't mine. please don't plagiarize or translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️

Do you know what’s the best thing about work? 

Every evening it ends early. 

Do you know what’s the best thing about home? 

Every evening you’re there.   

Walking into the barely-lit flat, a soft smile lights up the expanse of Satoru’s face as the quiet sounds of snoring float over from the bedroom. Dumping the bag on the sofa and shrugging off the coat, the man moves silently further into the apartment – weary mind conjuring images of you in an oversized black tee [of his], curled into yourself in the king-sized bed, the cutest little pout on your lips as you babble in your sleep – then pauses, a hand on the doorknob.  

Two pairs of blue eyes sparkle at him from the almost-darkness of the room.  

Satoru closes the door behind and slumps against it.  

Two matching grins aim at his heart from the human blanket over your form. 

Sharp. Shrewd. Cruel. 

You wrap an arm round each of those two monkeys – the latter back here from their grandparents', two days before schedule.  

Ten years ago, were anyone to tell Satoru there would be a day in the future when he would have to fight for you, only to taste defeat, again and again and again, the man would have emptied his glass of champagne on their clothes, then kicked them out of the reception party. 

Yet, now... as he trudges closer to the door and extends a hand to brush a few wily wisps of hair away from your forehead – only to have it slapped away harshly by a little palm – he can’t help but wonder what sin he committed in his previous birth, to have received an angel like you as his wife, but two demons like them for his children.  

Sachiko, the older of the twins, glares up at her father. “Papa, no!! Mama’s sleeping,” She whisper-yells, eyes darting from him to you than back to him, lips tugged down in a scowl, the likes of which he has only seen in a mirror. On your other side, a mop of white hair nods, albeit not without a tiny yawn – Sachiro’s definitely inherited your sleepiness in a rainy weather.  

Satoru lifts an eyebrow in return. “I can see that, you two. Now go, play with your toys or something. I wanna cuddle with my wife.” 

“But we too wanna cuddle with Mama,” Sachiko retorts as she slips out from under your arm and sits up on the bed. The tiny ponytail on her white head stays in a complete disarray; your husband watches your daughter tug at it a couple of times, frowning, before she gives up, returning her glower to him as she continues, “So, you can’t cuddle with her. Mama is ours now.” 

Your son again gives a small “yes” at her words, followed by a yawn – a reaction which Sachiko doesn’t deem to be enough, apparently, given how she throws a glare his way next. “Hey, whose team are you on, dumbo? Mine or Papa’s?” 

The answer arrives in an instant, in the most matter-of-factly voice possible from a five-year-old. “Yours, obviously. I don’t want Papa to steal Mama away. She’s ours.” 

The smug grin directed his way next makes Satoru want to flick two foreheads pretty hard – but he doesn’t. Any rash or impulsive action can only do him more harm now, driving him further away from his goal.  

So, cogs whirring in his brain, he crouches down to his kids’ eye level and smiles.  

“What do you think of a compromise, kids? Why don’t you make a deal with me?”  

Two pairs of blue clash with the original pair of blue for a while, suspicion in one, suspicious curiosity in the other, while challenge swirls in the last; before a huff breaks the staring contest and your daughter folds her arms across her chest. Exchanging a glance and a nod with her, your son too sits up and announces, “Okay, we’re interested. What’s the deal?” 

Your husband lets out an internal whoop of victory. 

“Belgian chocolates in exchange for a cuddling session with my wife.” 

“Bleh!” Sachiko makes a disgusted face – something which takes him back to his younger days when Suguru and Shoko used to imitate his expressions – and whines, “They are so bitter, yuck! Suggest something better.” 

“A doll house for you and a car for Sachiro, if that’s the case.” 

The latter is the one to turn down this time. Tone brimmed with disappointment – something he can only ever learn from you – he says, “But you just bought us one last month, Papa! Mama always asks you to save money... why don’t you ever listen to her?” 

A knife of guilt lodges itself into his heart and twists. Satoru sighs. “I do... I try to, always, but you two make it so difficult for me to! Why are you like this? Is it so unfair to want to spend some time with her? She is as much my wife as much she’s your mom.” 

“We know,” The addressed two answer in unison with sage little nods of their head. The girl continues with a grave expression matching her brother’s, “But we can also ask you the same, Papa. She is as much our mom as she’s your wife. Is it so unfair to want to spend some time with her?”  

“Besides, you spent five extra years with her, before we were born. We just want to make up for the time lost,” Sachiro chimes in with a pout. “Tell us, Papa,” The two again speak in a heart-wrenching chorus, “Is it so unfair to want to spend some time with her?” 

“The kids are right, y’know?” A mumble pops the gravity of the situation at hand, and Satoru looks down to find you awake, cracking an amused smile at them. He huffs, rising from the floor and plopping on the bed next to you, arms folded against chest.

“Can’t believe I am so unloved and unwanted in this world. My kids don’t love me. They don’t listen to me. My wife too doesn’t love me. She never supports me. Welp, got to be the unluckiest to be in my shoes right now, I guess.” 

Your husband pauses, giving a small break for the words to sink into everyone, before you let out a long exhale and send him a minor twitch of your lips. Sachiko moves to pat his head, the same moment Sachiro reaches over to clasp his small arms around his neck. You too rise and embrace him from behind, placing a small kiss in between his shoulder blades.  

“Y’know, it’s not like that,” You say, placing your ear on his back, “Just ’cause the kids love me more doesn’t mean they don’t love you. And it’s not even your fault – my personality is so awesome, everyone can’t help but adore me the moment they see me – isn't that right, babies?” 

“Right, Mama,” A pair of wonderstruck voices ring out in reply to your jocular question – you continue in the same note, with another kiss, this time on the nape of his neck.

“And because your awesome Mama’s asking you now, will you two be good babies and let Papa too sleep here with us? Look at him: he’s so tired and sad. You don’t want your dearest Papa to be sad and tired, right? You will let him cuddle with us, won't you?” 

Satoru watches the twins look at each other for a second, then the younger acquiesce, “Papa can cuddle with us. That’s okay, maybe.” The two then proceed to shoot a particularly sharp look at him; one he responds to with a cheeky smirk, which disappears into a soft smile when he feels you manoeuvre his face towards yourself, a light grasp on his chin.  

“See, the kids agreed. Now, are you feeling loved and wanted?” 

“Infinitely more,” He replies with a peck on your lips – however, before he can deepen the kiss a tad more, you bring him into a sleeping posture beside you, the kids immediately piling on top of the two of you. You offer him something between a cute pout and a sorry smile, which earns a wink from your husband. 

Turning to one side, Satoru drags you, Sachiko lying on top of you and Sachiro lying in between him and you, into himself, letting him be lulled to sleep by the melody of your laughs and your kids’ half-hearted harrumphs.

  

Do you know what’s the best thing about life? 

Every tiniest bit of it he gets to spend beside you, the light of his life, and the two imps, your and his love brought into this world – even if he knows he’s going to get kicked out of bed the very microsecond you fall asleep again. 

▸ masterlist

#dad!gojo x mom!reader #dad!gojo #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #satoru x reader #satoru x you #jjk x reader #jjk x you #gojo fluff #gojo fic #gojo satoru #jjk fluff #jjk fic #jjk fanfic #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #kit posts 📝

[cntoesussie]

The Mercs and spooky season because silly

Scout:

tries to summon things (weegee board style)

succeeds sometimes

he cannot spell ouija for the life of him

sets up pranks

half of them fail

TPs some houses

almost gets shot

essentially he fucks around and finds out a bunch

and he never learns

Soldier:

dresses up as George Washington

creates a kid army

raids a candy store

13 missing

uses the power of legal loopholes (he memorized all of them) to get his ass out of trouble

Is known as the Founding Father Fiend

Pyro:

the thing Scout summons /j

bro goes around town and threatens people trick-or-treats

may or may not be arrested

gets sick (too much sugar :[)

doesn’t regret a thing

Demoman:

*insert Scream Fortress shenanigans here*

is actually really paranoid during these times

does little shenanigans to take his mind off it

drinks a lot more to cope when shenanigans aren’t available

joins in with Medic during Oktoberfest

Heavy:

also joins Medic during Oktoberfest

goes all out with decorations

but he hand-makes it so it looks authentic

bro is really good at carving pumpkins for no reason at all

once made replicas of each of the mercs using pumpkin skin

took him several days

he had way too many pumpkin guts to spare

nobody knows what he did with them

not even me

Engineer:

oh no peepaw has horrors in the shed

don’t open it

or… >:]

he really likes the musical ‘Little Shop of Horrors'

has his own little shop of horrors that’s only open during October

stole borrowed Blu Spy’s head

some people may or may not accidentally go missing

Medic:

OKTOBERFEST-

quite silly during this time (the horrors have awoken)

totally not wearing one of them nurse costumes that are really provocative for no reason (he is)

helps with Engineer’s little shop of horrors

Heavy and him wear matching costumes

hell yeah

Sniper:

Bro painted his van to look like the Mystery Machine

Why? Funni

He also dresses up as Shaggy

Why? Funni

headcanoning this mf can talk like him PERFECTLY

he mastered it

this is the one night a year he’s social

driving around, parking in some places

being silly and handing out candy to anyone nearby

👍

Spy:

THRILLERRRRRRRR

THRILLER NIGHT-

Bro does not wanna admit it but he FUKING LOVES THE SPOOKY SEASON

’this is silly’ (he is repressing his excitement)

is fond of telling horror stories and scaring the shit out of everyone

Especially Scout (he hates him but- not really)

got his smoking room T-Pd

Scout got chewed out dad-style

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 scout #scout tf2 #tf2 soldier #soldier tf2 #tf2 pyro #pyro tf2 #tf2 demoman #demoman tf2 #tf2 heavy #heavy tf2 #tf2 engineer #engineer tf2 #tf2 medic #medic tf2 #tf2 sniper #sniper tf2 #tf2 spy #spy tf2 #tf2 headcanons #sorry guys #im just in my element in october #spooky season is the best season #:thumbsup:

[blusandbirds]

i think hbo titans is a shit show but something about their dick and jason relationship really tickles my brain if only they actually developed on it well

#blu talks #blu is dcposting #maybe its cuz we've never gotten to see that relationship portrayed in movies shows video games before #even the animated film took dick out of the picture when jason showed up again #i just feel like #they came in so strong with this is jason hes a little shithead but he hero worships you and hes kind of a goober #little police punching ceiling jump tapping theatre kid (thespian) little brother boy #and then they failed to make any meaningful connection between the two of them until jason was about to leap off a roof #too much of dick (and the titans in general) being annoyed at jason and not enough of him begrudgingly endeared/affectionate about jason #its just jason is a little shithead #yes but you like him #yes but you hate him #but you like him #hes brash and has too many broken edges but hes so desperate to do good so cant you work with that #being annoying and kind of an asshole at 17/18/19 is not the worst crime in the world im sorry to break it to everyone #ugh titans jason baby im sorry they did you like that

[feelbokkie]

✨OT8's Shelf✨

Part 1

Authors: A-I

🌞Feelbokkie M.list🌞

Key:

📙 = fluff 📘 = angst 📕 = 18+ newest recs in green

A

📚 @aakomii 📚

i have a boyfriend 📙

📚 @amyysfics 📚

skz - you fall asleep while texting 📙

skz - your body insecurity gets bad while cuddling 📙 📘

📚 @astraystayyh 📚

mundane activities you'd enjoy with SKZ 📙

skz when you are stressed and overworked 📙

skz as oddly specific love languages 📙

B

📚 @binnieswings 📚

how skz would show their love for you in small ways 📙

📚 @blu-joons 📚

you’re asthmatic 📙 📘

you receive hate comments 📙 📘

you're insecure 📙 📘

C

📚@ceelestic 📚

skz as random pinterest text convos (hyung line) (maknae line) 📙

📚 @chan4evurrr 📚

special delivery to the jyp building 📙

📚 @channie-143 📚

skz texting idol reader after she has a wardrobe malfunction on stage 📙

SKZ Texting idol reader when they’re caught in a dating scandal (part 1) (part 2) 📙

texting skz can you peel an orange for me 📙

📚 @cheeseceli 📚

skz arguing over the bill 📙

you speak another language 📙

when you don't use their card 📙

📚 @chocotonez 📚

skz w/ a female ninth member 📙

realizing they love their s/o 📙 📘

📚 @cosmic-railwayxo 📚

sitting on their lap while they’re gaming 📙 📕

overworked with skz 📙 📘

D

📚 @daceydeath 📚

when you fall and hurt yourself while dancing (hyung line) (maknae line) 📙 📘

📚 @diddybok 📚

finding out best friend!stray kids has a new phone 📙

best friend!stray kids finding out you’re outside their door 📙

asking bff!skz for their password 📙

📚 @dreamescapeswriting 📚

reader is stressed out 📙 📘

skz reaction you want something trivial for your birthday 📙

skz reaction he forgets your birthday 📙 📘

skz reaction you're friends and calls you by a pet name 📙

skz reaction sewing hearts on their sleeves 📙

E

📚 @elllisaaa 📚

how skz would confess to you 📙

F

📚 @felixburneracc 📚

supporting you through therapy (part 1 hyun line) | (part 2 maknae line) 📙 📘

G

📚 @gamerwoo 📚

what type of person i think wrote stray kids 📙 📘

skz if you called them by their english name when they’re in trouble (hyung line) (maknae line) 📙

📚 @gyuworm 📚

imagine if we were dating — ot8 skz texts 📙

random texts 📙

H

📚 @hanjibug 📚

sleeping beauty 📙

how skz take care of you when you're on your period 📙

📚 @hanjiquokkaaa 📚

Skz reaction their s/o being insecure of their laugh 📙 📘

📚 @horanghaejamjam 📚

someone trying to take upskirt pictures of you 📙 📘

📚 @hvllevator 📚

s/o falls asleep on another member 📙

📚 @hwajin 📚

anxiety 📙 📘

📚 @hyunedew 📚

You take their skzoo 📙

📚 @hyunnieshannie 📚

skz reacting to you having a subscription to their bubble | (part 2) 📙

skz react: to you leaving without saying goodbye / giving them a goodbye kiss 📙

📚 @hyunsllvr 📚

asking bf!skz for a signed pc/album from another member 📙

📚 @hyunverse 📚

random boyfriend text 📙

I

📚 @ihave-atummyache 📚

Whipped 📙

📚 @il-i-sam 📚

bff!skz get jealous and end up confessing 📙 📘

bf!skz + birthday surprises 📙

📚 @imagine-a-life-like-this 📚

bf!skz convinces s/o to take a break 📙

bff!skz comforts reader about weight insecurities 📙 📘

bff!skz comforts you after rejection 📙 📘

talking contact names with bff!skz 📙

asking bff!skz to be your fake boyfriend 📙

bff!skz saves reader after they got lost 📙

reader distances themselves from bff!skz(part 1) |(part 2 hyung line) | (part 2 maknae line) 📙 📘

bf!skz calls s/o clingy when they ask for cuddles | (apologies) 📙 📘

storming out after a fight with bff!skz 📙 📘

bff!skz gets jealous when another idol asks for readers number 📙 📘

argument with bff!skz | (part 2) 📙 📘

bff!skz saving reader from a bad date 📙

bf!skz finding out you bias another member 📙

📚 @izuhan 📚

when he sees you sleeping outside his place after a fight 📙 📘

📚back to rec list📚

#stray kids #skz #skzoo #fic rec #fic recs #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #fan fic rec #fan fic recs #stray kids imagine #stray kids reaction #stray kids reactions #feelbokkie recs #reader x stray kids #skz x reader #reader x skz

[intheshadowsbehindyou]

The Mercs reacting to Y/N asking them about their past

Warnings: None

Scout:

- Uhhhhh

- It was… moderate? He got bullied by his brothers a lot but they eventually stopped as they matured. It was moreso the people at school that gave him trouble. Causing him to become aggressive and “misbehaved”

- His mother loves him to bits. She still spoils and frets about him to this day. Occasionally you’ll see candy sent to him in boxes on his nightstand with sickly sweet notes like “I love you my little baby bear : )” it’s borderline embarrassing sometimes. She never scolds him too roughly and always seems to know what advice to give.

- He doesn’t seem too thrilled telling you about his past. He tries to recall positive memories, like during the summer him and his family would frequent the beach. He seems to have had more positive times with his school friends as well. Mostly playing cruel pranks on adults.

———————————————————————

Soldier:

- He hesitates. It wasn’t great. That’s for sure. He was fed pretty strong propaganda as a child which led to him to become radical. This gradually died out over time and he became less and less bigoted. “I KILL EVERYBODY EQUALLY NOW!” He announces proudly, woohoo! character development.

- He vividly recalls beginning to question his sexuality around his teen years and being in a military training program for kids who wanted to serve their country. Which of course led to him having frequent gay sex in his young adulthood. Bruh.

- He always sorta had… really weird trigger-happy tendencies. He taught himself to shoot guns from a young age even know everybody opted against it. He then blew up an entire village, mistaking it for “FILTHY SOUTHERN TRAITORS CONSPIRING A SECRET BASE!”

- Nonsensical war stories that never happened and the only reason they exist is to make himself look good. They make you laugh. He’s full of himself, trying to impress you.

—————————————————————

Demoman:

- Yikes.

- “I.. Really don’t wanna talk about it.”

- He tells you bits and pieces from time to time about how terrible being an orphan was. Let alone having parents who didn’t care about him.

- He hates wizards because of Merasmus now. So there’s that. Straight up will beat the shit out of anybody that even remotely looks like a wizard. He’s more rational when sober but still has a deep passionate hatred for magicians.

- Manages to recall a more lighter story where he blew up his chemistry teacher’s entire farm as revenge for giving him bad grades. That was fun. He tells you this while fiddling with the inside of one of his bombs. Evidentially trying to get it working properly. “Yah, well I’d like to see that lot see me now. He’d bust a bloody vein in his wee little noggin tryin to comprehend how his ‘worst student’ managed to get this successful at demolition!”

- If you ask him more he’ll just shake his head. Stating it wasn’t that important and the past is the past.

———————————————————

Engineer:

- It was actually really good. His mother and father loved him. They were quite wealthy though and it caused him to be bit of a little prick. He always got pampered and spoiled to incredible degrees and was always a bit mischievous. He mellowed out and became his humble modern self over time though.

- He used to snicker over the fence while watching his neighbor’s lawnmower spontaneously catch on fire. That may or may not have been the result of his genius.

- Went to a prestigious school for incredibly smart kids and visited his grandfather on certain weekends. His grandfather was a bit preoccupied with work though so he’d take him to RED/BLU and pass on his building knowledge by showing him how to do stuff.

- Was always a very creative and well liked individual. Girls felt out of league with him in high school and they’d always shyly giggle as he passed by. They were always too timid to ask him out.

- One would often forget that Engineer is a deathly mercenary like the others. He showed blood thirsty tendencies from day one. His family encouraged it of course. Because why wouldn’t they! His father was so proud of him when he killed his first victim.. aaahh those little mercs grow up so damn fast. Engineer would laugh as he told you this. Great.

——————————————————-

Heavy:

- He becomes very grumpy. Crossing his arms and looking away. He can’t bring himself to stay mad at you, though. He knows full well that people only assume the best when asked a question such as this. He doesn’t blame you at all.

- He’s rather straight forward with it, and doesn’t hold back. “Heavy’s entire family was sent to ice prison and had little money. Not a single coin to hold us up. So, naturally work had to be done.” He goes on about how he was the breadwinner of the family and had the burden of carrying his entire family on his back. “Oh! and my father is dead.” He adds.

- JESUS.

- This man seemingly could never catch a break in his childhood. He did nothing but provide, work, and take it upon himself to be an adult at an early age. Not having many friends. Even having struggled in college. Mother of god. An absolute trainwreck.

- He assures you he’s fine, and he takes comfort in knowing he managed to come this far in the first place. Let alone to such an older age. “Stupid little baby will become big and strong like Heavy, and he will show you.” He tells you lovingly. Stroking your hair.

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Pyro:

- Looks confused and slightly concerned of why you’d ask such a thing. As if it didn’t really matter. All that mattered was here and now.

- They’re clearly avoiding this conversation, and brushing it off. Instead they want to show you this horrific forest fire they made! They think it’s so cool. Watching innocent fishing dads burn alive is cool.

- Redirects you and insists you tell them about your childhood first. Is very polite despite not enjoying the question and by the looks of things it’s better off to just leave the question be for a bit. They really don’t want to talk about it. To very high degrees. (pun intended.)

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Sniper:

- He was a rather lonesome child. Preferring to sit by himself and never really participate in activities. His parents pushed him to socialize but he never really got that great at it. He also sort of tormented the other kids whenever he deemed them too noisy or annoying. Throwing rocks at their heads. He got rather good at this due to doing it so many times.

- He’d play pretend by himself in the backyard behind his house. Occasionally his father would join in, but after school he headed straight to his treehouse whilst his parents were busy and shot at poor birds with a pop gun. Scaring them half to death. He’s play his little hunting game until sunset, to when his mother would call him in for dinner.

- His father found his games quite cute and taught him how to shoot an actual gun eventually for the purpose of hunting. Aaaand he’d live to regret that.

- He was always an outdoorsy kid. Going on camping trips and petting zoos. He had a soft spot for certain animals and got caught hugging and kissing the top of a sheep’s head. Awww. He was affectionate in his young age. (Dont bring this story up to him ever again.)

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Medic:

- “Ohhohoh! What a silly question! It was awful.”

- Nobody really liked how much of a nerd he was in school. Despite growing up in a village with a rather long lineage of medical “professionals” (I use that term loosely) he went to a school outside his village. He got bullied on a regular basis and people dumped paint in his hair while he was outside reading.

- This of course made a pretty sensitive child out of Medic. He was prone to being a “Cry-baby” and “too sensitive” in his classmates’ own words. He was also a mama’s boy which didn’t seem to help the teasing.

- Medic took rightly by his mother. She was batshit insane. The most stereotypical mad scientist you’d ever lay your eyes on. She’d read him bedtime stories which were very complex university textbooks for some reason.

- He took a liking to all his mother taught him. Books of the cosmos, math, and other stuff. Especially the medical science that was strung about the village. He developed an incredibly strong morbid curiosity for anything that seemed off or strange. Wishing to understand the world around him as much as possible.

- He took a magnifying glass into the garden and studied bees when he was five. Theorizing their stingers could create a miracle cure (It couldn’t. His allergic cousin fucking died and Ludwig thought that was hilarious.)

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Spy:

- “Hey Spy, can you tell me a bit about your childhood?”

- Immediately cloaks away.

- Goes missing for like several days.

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 x reader #tf2 x oc #tf2 x you #medic x reader #demoman x reader #spy x reader #heavy x reader #pyro x reader #sniper x reader #engineer x reader

[mewtwoandme]

You know looking at the family three i realize that Jericho is the one hho will have most offspring of the two becuase he will as:

5 children: 3 by blood, 1 by cloning and 1 adobted

3 grandchildren: 2 by Ámber by the follower and 1 when Ámber get Legion

While Sivith only has Blue XD

Blu literally said "The bloodline stops with me." XD

But yeah, honestly, I didn't intend for Jeo to have so many kids, but things just kinda happened that way lol

#answered ask #dksgvz

[tojisun]

our shallow graves — 01

recom miles quaritch x recom fem reader

!! smut (between fuck buddies outside of main pair) - minors dni; heat (as a theme); mean quaritch; power imbalance; references to (made up past), including death and prev dead lovers; worldbuilding; fast slow-burn; the reader adopts a nickname (callsign) which gets used // 3k words

: this chapter lays the foundation of the fic and introduces the initial dynamic of quaritch and the reader; reader’s callsign is 10/10 from that one penguin in madagascar; this fic made me fascinated with deja blu fr; hope u guys would luv it <33

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you don’t understand why you were one of the early ones they awakened. sure you signed up for the shitty program – because who wouldn’t want to be an eight-feet tall blue alien? apparently, other than the scientists, you were the only one in your squad who wanted the transfer – but you didn’t expect to be the first in the line up.

to be in colonel miles quaritch’s squad. 

other than walker and mansk, you knew absolutely no one from the deja blu team. but you’ve heard of them, alright. who wouldn’t? they have lines of kills and assists in terra and, now, in pandora; they are warmongers at most, rascals at least. 

you stare up at their imposing figures, trying to make sense of the fact that they’ve all been killed in action. 

despite not remembering much, you’ve come to terms with your own death during the initial war – a lone pilot, only meant to be an escort, gunned down by trudy’s bird before being further propelled into the lush forest floors of pandora by the banshees. it is a boring life story, one that is only worth telling because of your “sacrifice” in alien territory. 

(you still don’t understand why the shrink insisted on showing you the syphoned clips of your death. 

“it’s to help you move on,” she said as if she could ever understand the horror of seeing yourself fall to your death. as if you had not been a human trapped inside a fucking burning bird, being torn to pieces by, what could literally only be, flying dinosaurs. as if you were just another collateral. just another number added to the charts.

“i’m sorry,” she added, a small smile on her face as she turned to you, her hair tied in a neat bun and her white blouse tucked in her pencil skirt. “ultimately, thank you for your service, ma’am.”

fucking piece of shit. 

you wondered if she even has a licence or the RDA just handed your files to some science nerd and was told to play god for their little blue alien. to fix you right up so that they could send you to another suicide mission.)

but that wasn’t the case for the rest of the deja blu. you know they were directly fighting; leaders of smaller squadrons, following the beat of papa dragon. walker and mansk, themselves, have touched down with guns in their amp suits, directly under wainfleet’s command. you don’t know how they died – you couldn’t even fathom wainfleet dying. and yet there he stands with the others, bald as fuck but imposing nevertheless.

your eyes shift to the man beside him. not the tallest, zdinarsik got that title, but the one in command. 

colonel miles quaritch. big, blue, and seething. 

one more thing you noticed in this whole fuckery is that your recombinant body is short. you stood about two inches shorter than walker, and she’s a full head shorter than anyone else. as you line up beside her, with fike on your other side, you three could very well make a groupie of santa’s little helpers.

wainfleet smirks like he’s thinking the same. you would have rolled your eyes at him but the colonel began to move close, his combat boots echoing against metal floors, snuffing out any noise from the squad. 

“and who are you, kid?” he asks, standing directly in front of you.

you tell him your name, internally wincing when your tail unconsciously coils around your leg. you still don’t know how to control it – an easy tell of your anxiousness. the colonel’s lips lift up in a smirk, his eyes flashing at your tail in slight mirth, before recognition crosses his eyes.

“rico?” 

you startle at the use of your unofficial callsign, a feat only made possible after climbing up the ranks and being heralded as one of the best pilots.

(trudy had been the best pilot in hell’s gate; the one with the most medals, and rightfully so. she was the one who ripped through the skies with her samson, zigzagging like she had been riding a banshee instead of a plane. 

the one with the kindest heart.

there is a part of you that is grateful that it had been trudy who took you down.)

“yes sir,” you reply, blinking up at him after he’s dismissed your salute, feeling a little shy at being recognized, somewhat, by the colonel. 

quaritch hums, tilting his head to the side in thought, watching you with narrowed eyes. briefly, you wonder if he’s asking himself why it had not been socorro who was awakened. to be honest, you are asking yourself the same thing because it doesn’t matter if you were one of the best, not when socorro, sweet and gentle and pregnant socorro, had the colonel’s favouritism. 

(socorro’s child was a beautiful boy with sun-kissed hair and chocolate eyes. he was such a darling even though you’ve only seen the infant in passing, held lovingly in his mother’s arms.)

they could’ve made a blue alien baby this time around. maybe, then, they’d be happier too. 

the colonel certainly doesn’t deserve it but socorro does. 

“were you a private, rico?” quaritch asks, pulling you from your thoughts. he leans close again, dramatically bending his head down which highlights the difference in your heights.  

“no sir,” you reply. “i was a lance corporal, sir.”

he hums again, finally backing up and giving you more room to breathe. then, he sends you a smile. “well then, welcome to the team, kid.”

the tension seeps out of you as you nod, thanking him before he turns to the other recoms, chatting amiably. walker bumps you with her shoulder and you see her smile from your peripheral.

you give her a smaller one before willing your tail to finally uncoil from your damn leg and act normal.

of course it just swishes behind you.

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training is gruesome. you honestly thought that it would be easier with your stronger and newer body, but with the colonel around, that thought vanished. 

suicide drills were the squad’s least favourite, you especially. not only were the stakes increased to push the limits of your new bodies, but you all were always watched by the scientists, with their little sticks poking at your bodies and their little wires strapped down to whatever skin they wanted to bother this time around. 

wainfleet started screaming at them, calling them “fucking losers,” and barking at them to give the squad some space. quaritch quickly took over, grunting that whether they were losers or not, whatever they were doing was necessary. that said, he sent the scientists a heated glare, making it known that his words do not necessarily reflect his feelings – wainfleet had taken this as his victory. 

the tests weren’t fun, but you appreciated their purposes; through them, you learned that your na’vi DNA was extracted from a tipani warrior. the sentiment isn’t lost in you – they robbed the graves of the na’vi. you think you are used to what humans could do all for conquering pandora but for many days, you were unable to stomach any packet meal they fed your squad. walker had to talk you out of it because your unintentional hunger strike made you lag behind – an error that had you being summoned to the colonel’s office.

“we’re all tryin’ our best here, rico,” quaritch’s voice echoes in his office. 

you’ve never been inside the one he had back in hell’s gate and you had hoped that you would never see the day of being in his current one, but there you stood, tensed as the colonel studied you. 

he refused to sit on his customized chair, choosing instead to pace just behind his desk, his bulging arms hidden from your view as he clasped his hands behind his back. quaritch’s lips are pursed, almost pouty, and you beat yourself up at the thought of finding him – your nose scrunches at this – attractive when he’s busy scolding you. 

“our circumstances ain’t ideal, but we’re back as some lab-grown native and we oughta take advantage of what we’ve become,” he says, continuing his tirade amidst your silence, snapping you out of your humiliating thoughts. “your little stunt costs us a delay on proceeding with a recon of the area and the only reason i’m not benching you is because the general has faith in you – faith that, frankly, i’m still not understanding.”

your back straightens at his words, and you tamp down the need to wince at his scathing tone. he is right, after all. for some fucked up reason, the general – both ardmore who’s stationed in pandora and gonzales who’s still in terra – backed the need to have your soul transfer commence. you still don’t know what it had been for, given that past your flying skills, you are just another idiot who knows her way around a gun. not memorable to many, except, apparently, for those in command.

(‘maybe this was why the colonel doesn’t particularly like me,’ you would think later, safe in your room. ‘socorro may have the colonel’s attention but what is a colonel – one who already failed his priority mission – against two generals?’)

“i’m sorry, sir,” you utter, clear but not loud, and quaritch just watches you again with his unwavering stare.

finally, he grunts, turning his body away from you to fully face the glass window that oversees the lower-level operations. you take this as his dismissal and scurry out of his office.

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“and she’s finally back from tryna kill herself!” wainfleet’s voice echoes in the nearly empty mess hall and you roll your eyes at him, glowering when he just proceeds to chuckle.

you plop your tray in front of walker, sending her a small smile which she returns with a cute beam. her braids are out of her hair tie today, letting them frame her face in the way you saw the omatikaya prefer. shooting a quick glance at zdinarsik’s way and it’s clear that someone else prefers it this way too. 

“what’d the pukes say?” fike asks, sloshing around his packet meal, sneering in disgust when it jiggles like a slab of jello. more than the fact that you found out that your gene came from a corpse, this ‘food’ is about to do the trick of making you want to pursue starvation again.

“said i needa take so many pills.” you shrug, tearing open your packet of faux meat with pinched lips and your shoulders tensed like you’re expecting to be shot at. “apparently, i stunted my growth.”

prager laughs. “aww, you gonna remain short?”

“aww, you gonna remain hairy?” you shot back, snorting when prager just pouts as he raises his hand to rub at his fuzzy chin. gross.

wainfleet barks out another laugh at the exchange before reaching across the table to place an apple onto your tray. “‘ere ya go, rico. real food.”

you don’t know where he got the fruit, you don’t even know if it’s ‘real’ like he just said, but you do not have room to complain. fake fruit is a whole lot better than the slush in the compound. 

“thanks,” you say, smiling bashfully, not expecting wainfleet, of all people, to adopt the mother hen role. he winks at you in reply, wiggling his brows, before straightening back up and fooling around with prager. 

you dump the packet back to your tray before picking up the apple. you wipe it on your shirt before bringing it up for a bite, humming in delight at the crunching sound it made.

“delicious?” mansk asks from beside you, his lips quirking up in a smile when you turn to him.

“yummy,” you reply, humming, taking another bite. he snickers, bumping your leg with his, before placing his own apple onto your tray too. 

“you gotta eat more,” is all he says when you make a questioning sound before bending over to hover his lips on the shell of your ear. “news spread fast that you got your ass reprimanded by the colonel yesterday.”

“uh-huh,” you mutter, unable to focus on what he’s saying at the sudden surge of heat engulfing you. 

your lips feel dry all of a sudden, your throat parched from unknown thirst, and you turn to mansk, wanting to ask him what the hell is happening to you – was this the fault of the fucking apple? – only to see his own face flushed, blue skin turning into dark purple. 

his eyes meet yours and all of a sudden, you feel like you are doused with gasoline and set ablaze.

huh. well, if that isn’t interesting.

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“jesus- devin, not too ha- ah!” 

your back arches at a particularly hard thrust, your jaw falling open for a drawn out garble. the explosion of pleasure races across your synapses, filling you up with nothing but a deafening white noise. blearily, you recognize mansk’s bigger hands wrapping around your waist, lifting you up from his lap only to drop you down again. a hiccupped moan escapes your lips, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull, feeling your walls spasming around him.

“rico, fuck, so good. so good.” mansk’s voice is faint, falling from his kiss-swollen lips in murmurs. you would have missed it without your new heightened senses, but the sound of his voice tickles your ears, making your tail flick behind you as you preen at his praises.

a giggly “thank you” barely makes it past your teeth when mansk manhandles you again, humping his hips up to grind himself along your pelvis, driving him deeper. you choke on your words, unable to stop the moan that is punched from your lungs, the sound so loud that mansk had to cover your mouth with one of his hands.

“not so loud,” he mumbles, bumping his forehead against yours. the sound of his rugged voice makes you clench around his length, making you feel utterly stuffed. you drag your blunt nails across his back, your eyes fluttering rapidly, feeling yourself tipping into the peak of your orgasm.

mansk laughs. “y’r unbelievable.” 

you do not know what it is that you said, your wobbly voice still smothered by his hand, as you get lost in the way he bounces you on his lap. mansk goes quiet, only letting muffled grunts pierce the air between the two of you, and you feel the sudden surge of primal need unleashing deep in your belly.

the tight clench of your abdomen almost hurts, your orgasm ripping through the remnants of your sanity. your last thought was: ‘motherfucker, why did no one ever tell you that the na’vi have heats?’

it is later when the haze lifts up that the warmth licking up from the core of your muscles – almost like it is burrowed deep within your blood vessels – is finally snuffed out. 

mansk is asleep on his bed, dead to the world. you shuffle out of his loose embrace, blinking blearily before realizing that he had cleaned you two up. a small smile graces your lips as you fully slink out of his bed, looping your tail around your leg as you pick up the pieces of your off-duty apparel. 

pressing a kiss on his forehead, and rolling your eyes when he sleepily bats you away like you are a fly, you grab your respirator and quietly leave his room. 

standing in the empty hallways, turning your head from side to side, you study the stillness of the metal walkway with bated breath, afraid that someone will eventually see you making your walk of shame to your room. when the silence continues, you finally begin to move, lithe steps only broken by the continuous hissing from your respirator as you occasionally take slight sips of air. 

nearing your room, your heart finally settles, your tensed back loosening up at the feeling of safety. you cross past one of the intersecting hallways, quick in your steps, when a hand reaches from the dark and grabs your wrist.

a scream nearly bubbles from your lips when a palm is shoved to your face, shutting you up once again. panicked eyes turn, trying to see who’s got such a strong hold on you, only for your heart to careen even faster when you make eye contact with quaritch.

no-

his sneer is terrifying, his bright amber eyes glinting with so much malice, it pins you right on the spot. cold dread washes over you like a tide, chasing away the quiet elation that settled deep within your veins. the heat is returning, you know that, but it is muted and mingled with fear that you can’t even feel the need to scratch the itch. 

your ears are pinned onto your skull, your tail drooping as it wraps itself around your leg again. this time the colonel doesn’t look at it in amusement, instead he continues to glare at you.

“colonel-” 

“next time, fuck around quietly,” quaritch barks out, cutting you off. “and go take a goddamn shower. you reek.”

he snatches his arm from your wrist as though he’s been burned before marching away, his combat boots echoing in the hallway. tears prick the back of your eyes and you run to your room, heaving, trying to calm yourself.

anger, hurt, and shame bubble deep inside your stomach, expanding, until you are finally reduced to tears. you cry your frustration away, hoping that by doing so, you would stop thinking about how good the colonel smelled as he glowered at you with his sharp eyes. 

(if only you had glanced at quaritch as he walked away, you would have seen the way he burrowed his face on his palm, chasing the sweet scent that roused him from his sleep and pushed his own heat into its beginnings.)

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#suns.f #our shallow graves #miles quaritch x reader #recom quaritch x reader #quaritch x reader #quaritch x you #recom miles quaritch #miles quaritch #recom avatar #suns #avatar the way of water #atwow #cliffhanger my beloathed (as reader) n beloved (as writer)