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"What've they been up to?" They been up to KICKIN' ASS and TAKIN' NAMES!
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Can you tell us more about how you're gonna go about "unworf-ing" Chad, what's his whole deal in your version of Bleach :)
In canon, Chad is frequently treated as "Old Reliable" despite not winning a single fight he's in since the middle of the aarancar arc.
I've found that it's HILARIOUS to write him exactly the opposite way- Ichigo and his friends are continually terrified that chad will be hurt in a fight- he's such a gentle soul! It was such a struggle for Ichigo to get Chad to start defending himself, what if he starts letting people beat him up again?
Chad, meanwhile is out there kickin' ass, takin' names and not even breaking a sweat about it. So far he's:
Saved a family of Ducklings
Given Yamamoto a concussion
Knocked out two of Aizen's teeth
Made it into the top 10 academic achievers in Karkura High School
Put the Fear of Chad into Shinji
Technically become a mobile artillery weapon
Destroyed about 34% of a city
Started a Band
Beat an entire company of Wandenreich with a Trombone
Gave a presentation in front of like, 12 whole people and only cried about it once, afterwards!
Destroyed 22% of another city, but it was a much bigger city so it was a bigger bang despite being a smaller percentage
finally figured out how to sew sleeves onto a shirt
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Autistic Anime Girls Group 3 Round 2 Match 7
Ran-Mao -
"She's deadpan/neutral-expressioned and a very loyal and badass fighter! Pretty under-rated too imo. Also I saw some people confused abt me calling her an 'assassin' in my first propaganda-- I only used that word because the wiki refers to her as Lau's 'personal assassin' lol, but yes, in reality she's more of a bodyguard. Either way she's kickin ass and takin names when her employer deems it necessary."
Konata -
"otaku queen. is literally the :3 emote."
#autistic anime girls poll#tumblr polls#black butler#kuroshitsuji#ran-mao#lucky star#konata izumi#izumi konata
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CHAPTER TWO:
ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD
“where you lead me,” i said. “i’ll follow.” he laughed. “baby. baby. baby. i love you. and i’m going to build us a table and a whole lot of folks going to be eating off it for a long, long time to come.” - james baldwin, if beale street could talk
summary: the millers ring in the new year, and then celebrate sarah's birthday. joel decides he wants to settle down with blue.
warnings: the last chapter of just fluff lmao, enjoy
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DECEMBER 31, 2002 / JANUARY 1, 2003
“Five minutes!” Sarah’s gleeful call echoed through the house, and the three adults chuckled at her excitement.
Joel lifts his beer up, drinking the last bits of it before it gets too warm for him to enjoy. His arm tightens where it’s wrapped around Blue’s waist and she lets him pull her impossibly closer, a laugh in her voice as she and Tommy bicker back and forth.
“Oh, come on, Miss Blue, you have to start the new year off with a kiss for good luck!”
“And you think my good luck will come from you?” She questions incredulously, wrinkles crinkling in her face from the wide spread of her grin. “How many girls do you use that line on, huh?”
Tommy waved a hand, smirking at the eye roll he earns from his brother. “Only you, Miss Blue, you’re the apple of my eye, the fire in my–”
“Alright now, Shakespeare,” Joel cuts in, giving his brother a faux-stern look that makes Sarah giggle. “She’ll be gettin’ a good luck kiss from someone who hasn’t spread his luck around the whole city of Austin.”
Tommy’s jaw drops and Blue laughs loudly, the sound bouncing around the walls of the home that’s warm with the love they all have for each other.
“Two minutes, guys,” Sarah reminds them, wiggling her way in between her father and Blue. They move easily enough, giving her the space she needs to fit amongst them. “My teacher says that a New Years kiss means you’ll find love that year,”
“Your teacher is right, babydoll,” Blue lays a hand on Sarah’s head, tilting her head back so she’s looking up at them. “But even if you don’t get a kiss, you’ll still have plenty of lovin’ to go around.”
Sarah smiles, but her attention is quickly torn away by the countdown beginning on the TV screen. “Look, look!”
“We’re lookin’, baby,” Joel lays his free hand on her shoulder, sharing a smile with Blue as the timer ticked down, and the giant crowd gathered in New York on the TV began cheering as the ball dropped with each passing second.
“Ten, nine, eight,”
“I’m saying it now, y’all, 2003 is going to be the year of the Millers. We’re kickin’ ass and takin’ names,” Blue raises a fist, earning a supportive cheer from Tommy and Sarah.
“Five, four, three, two– Happy New Year!” The four people called out over the raucous cheer from the television, and Joel leaned over Sarah’s frame to kiss Blue, the two of them smiling into it.
Pulling apart, they shared a look before they leaned down and started kissing Sarah’s face all over, making the girl break into uncontrollable giggles.
“Stop it, stop it!”
Joel looks at his daughter’s flushed face, seeing her preen under the affection. “That should be enough love and luck to last you ten years, don’t you think, Blue?”
“At least ten, I think.” The woman wrapped an arm around Sarah’s shoulders and the teenager rested against her side. “She’ll be takin’ over the world before we know it.”
“I don’t wanna take over the world,” Sarah shakes her head, scrunching her face up slightly.
“Oh, really?” Tommy raises a brow at his niece. “Why not?”
The girl shrugs and looks from her uncle to her dad, to Blue. “I’d rather just stay here with you guys.”
Joel sighs, lifting a hand to cup his daughter’s cheek fondly. “You can do whatever you want, baby. You got all the time in the world.”
The night wound down shortly after the clock struck twelve, and Tommy ended up on the couch with his feet hanging over the end of it while Joel cleaned up as quietly as possible. Blue took it upon herself to help Sarah into bed, tucking the girl in as she faded into a sweet sleep.
Leaning over the girl, she pressed a kiss to her forehead, smiling when Sarah leaned into the touch. “Goodnight, babydoll. Sleep tight, and don’t let the bedbugs bite.”
“Blue?” Sarah mumbles, sleepy eyes looking up at her in question. “Are you gonna be my mom now that you’re moving in with us?”
The woman stills, looking at the open bedroom door and suddenly wishing Joel were there to handle this delicate question. Clearing her throat, Blue smiled softly. “You already have a mama, Sarah.”
Sarah shakes her head slightly, brows furrowing. “Yeah, but she left my dad. I don’t even remember her, and dad never talks about her, but Uncle Tommy says she wasn’t right for dad, not like you are. So, I want you to be my mom.”
“Oh, babydoll,” Letting out a somewhat shaky sigh, Blue smiles. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be, alright? As long as it’s okay with you and your daddy, I’ll be anything you want me to, even your mama.”
“Dad loves you,” She says, matter-of-factly. “And so do I. Do you love us?”
“‘Course I do, Sarah. Both of you– so much. I think I’m gonna love you for a long, long time. Long as y’all let me, that is.”
Sarah smiles then, sleepy and content as Blue smooths her blankets out again and switches on the small night light on her nightstand. “Night, Blue.”
“Night, Sarah. Sweet dreams.”
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JULY 20, 2003
“The birthday girl gets what the birthday girl wants, and your birthday girl wants pancakes,” Blue looked at a tired-looking Joel, quirking a brow when he rubbed his hands over his face, the early hour on a Sunday morning making him wish he was back in bed with Blue, still asleep. “So get up and go to the store before she wakes up.”
“The store?” He echoes incredulously. “I don’t even like pancakes, baby, I’m not goin’ to the store at 7am on a Sunday!”
Blue sets her hand on her hip, giving him a narrow-eyed once over. “You better hope we got all the shit to make pancakes, otherwise you’re explainin’ to my babydoll why she doesn’t have pancakes on her fourteenth birthday.”
Joel groaned softly, smashing his face back into his pillow as Blue turned on her heel and walked out of the room, heading for the kitchen. He gets up slowly, ignoring the persistent creak of his bones and aches in his muscles as he makes his way for the kitchen, bypassing Sarah’s bedroom door that was still shut, only reaffirming the fact that Blue was up far too early.
“Blue, what are you doin’?”
She looks at him over her shoulder, gesturing to the small mess she’s managed to make in the five minutes it took him to get out of bed. “I’m makin’ buttermilk pancakes, what’s it look like?”
“It looks like there was a tornado in my kitchen,”
“Your kitchen,” She scoffs as he comes up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and dropping his head into the slope of her neck, still holding onto the last remnants of sleep despite knowing there’s no way he’s making it back to bed. “The other night you said it was my kitchen, and it had to be clean in order for me to use it.”
“Yeah, but that was just so Sarah would do her chores.”
Blue makes a noise of amusement as she slowly mixes in the concoction of dry ingredients. “Get me the vanilla extract– and the cinnamon, please. Since it’s your kitchen, Master Chef. And keep your hands to yourself, you can’t scar your daughter on her birthday.”
“Oh, Lord,” Joel groans, stoutly not moving from his place draped around Blue. “She’s seen worse. Heard worse from Tommy,”
“I can’t believe you just used your brother as an excuse to grope me in the kitchen,”
“What are you guys doing?”
Blue and Joel both startle, Joel stepping back from Blue as they snap around to face Sarah standing in the entryway to the kitchen with a sleepy frown on her face.
Clearing her throat, Blue points a finger at him accusingly. “Your dad wouldn’t go to the store to get pancake mix, so I’m making ‘em homemade for you.”
“I can’t believe you just threw me under the bus like that–”
“Do we have chocolate chips?” Sarah grins excitedly, cutting her dad off as she bounds towards them, exhaustion suddenly nowhere to be found. “I want chocolate chips, and whipped cream!”
Joel grunts as Sarah throws herself against him, hugging his waist tightly, but he quickly recovers and squeezes her as tight as he can without hurting her. “It just might be your lucky day, because we have chocolate chips and whipped cream.”
Blue shares a secret look with Joel, smiling at the girl’s excitement. “And you know, I think there might be a present for you in the livin' room, but you’ll have to go check.”
“A present? Is it a car?!”
“A car?” Joel echoes incredulously as Sarah pulls back, meeting his look of shock expectantly. “You’re fourteen, not twenty!”
“I’m getting a car before I turn twenty, Dad,”
“Not with that attitude.”
“Blue!” Sarah whines, turning to look at the woman who’s hiding a smile behind her hand. “Tell him that I’m getting a car before I turn twenty.”
Blue shakes her head, holding her hands up in surrender. “I am not getting in the middle of this. All I can tell you is that a car definitely does not fit in our living room, so you might be disappointed.”
Sarah feigns an eye roll and Joel pushes her back, pointing a finger in the direction of the living room. “Go get your present while Blue finishes these pancakes for you,”
The teenager does as told, scurrying off to the living room before she comes back with the gift bag in tow. “Can I open it now?”
Joel nods, and Sarah pulls the tissue paper out of the bag, her smile growing as she pulls out a folded shirt, the shark-tooth necklace tucked into it, and a set of earrings.
“Earrings?” She frowns, looking at her dad. “My ears aren’t pierced.”
He crosses his arms over his chest, heaving a sigh as he looks between his daughter and Blue. “Blue and I have talked about it–”
“More like I had to bribe you,”
“We talked about it,” He huffs, earning a cheeky wink from the woman. “And if you still want to, she’s gonna take you to get your ears pierced today.”
Sarah’s eyes widen and she grins, looking at her dad. “For real? You’re gonna let me pierce my ears?”
“If you want to,”
“If I want to, he says,” Sarah mocks. “Like I haven’t asked you every day since I was twelve!”
“Well, I finally got him on board,” Blue leans against the counter, looking at Sarah. “So we’re goin’ out for lunch, and then we’re goin’ to get ‘em done, and when we get home we’ll have dinner and cake, and you can have the rest of your presents.”
Sarah launches herself at the two adults, wrapping her arms around them to the best of her ability, making them both chuckle. “This is the best birthday ever,”
“Just wait for your sixteenth when you actually get that car you’re talkin’ about,”
“Alright, that’s enough now,”
“Dad!”
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AUGUST 15, 2003
"Dad,"
Joel ignores the whispered call from his daughter, his nervous hand turning the lit candle ever so slightly in the middle of the table.
"Dad!"
Joel whips around, looking at Sarah with wide eyes. "What?!"
"She just pulled in the driveway."
"Shit," He curses, backing away from the carefully set table for three. It's the nicest the Miller kitchen table has ever looked, and he applauds Sarah for her help. The single red rose sitting in a cup-turned-vase beside the candle, against the black tablecloth she'd pulled from deep in their linen closet looked as romantic as Joel Miller ever could be. "Are we ready? I don't think we're ready,"
"Dad," Sarah lays a hand on his arm, giving him a reassuring look. "You guys are practically already married, it's gonna be fine,"
He groans, forcing himself to calm. "You're right. She has no reason to say no."
"Exactly," Sarah smiles smugly as the sound of the front door opening alerts them both.
"Fret no longer, Miller family, your favorite person is home!"
Joel smiles, warmth flooding his face as he looks down at his daughter, seeing her matching grin. In unison, they call out to her. "Kitchen!"
Her footsteps come around the corner into the kitchen, and Joel finds himself floored at the sight of her smile, meeting her in the middle for a kiss that Sarah, for once, does not make fun of him for. "Hey, Blue,"
"Hi, baby," She leans in, giving him one, two more kisses before she parts from him and moves to drop a kiss onto Sarah's forehead in greeting. "I got some wine like you asked, though I'm curious as to why we're havin’ wine and not beer."
Joel huffs, briefly panicking as he shrugs his shoulders. "We're having a nice dinner, figured wine would go better," He gestures to the done-up table and her eyes fall to it, widening in surprise before a look of pure adoration floods her face.
"Oh, wow," The words are breathed out in awe, and Joel's reminded as to why exactly he wanted to do this in the first place. Because she's always looked at him and Sarah and the things they do as the best. From nosebleed seats at a football game, to simple, homemade dinners with a rose and a candle on the table, she acts like it's no less than perfection. It makes him feel giddy like a kid again.
"What's this for, huh? Did Sarah get honor roll again?"
"No," Joel cuts in, making Sarah huff as she goes to sit down in front of her plate of spaghetti. "Just wanted to have dinner with the three of us."
"Well, I love it," She grins at him before joining Sarah at the table, setting the bottle of wine in between their empty glasses. "And I am starving, so let's eat,"
Joel takes his seat with a smile, heart racing as he and Sarah share a secretive smile across the table.
"So, how was work?"
"It was alright," She waved her hand vaguely, reaching for her glass of wine as she, Sarah, and Joel talked amongst their meal. "Mr. Carden came into the center again asking about you, telling me you've been ignoring his calls."
Joel looks sheepish, but he feigns innocence as he shoves another bite of spaghetti in his mouth, manners be damned. Around the mouthful of food, he says, "I haven't gotten any calls,"
It comes out muffled, but she and Sarah both hear it, and they share mutual looks of exasperation before laughing at Joel's poor attempt at innocence.
"Joel Miller, are you ignoring that sweet old man?"
He swallows the bite of pasta, holding his hands up defensively. "I'm busy! I've been working!"
Blue shakes her head, still smiling fondly. "You just want me to be the one that has to make excuses for you,"
"Yeah, because you're so good at it, Blue,"
"I'm good at lying to people?!"
"On my behalf," He corrects, grinning crookedly as Sarah giggles uncontrollably beside them. "And I love you for it."
She points an accusing finger at him, pursing her lips to hide her growing smile. "You're supposed to be a gentleman, Joel,"
"And I am," Joel shrugs, lifting his wine glass to his lips. "But I only have to be a gentleman to you two. That's all that matters."
"You only have to be nice to me and Blue? What about Uncle Tommy?"
Joel heaves a sigh, rolling his eyes exasperatedly at the mention of his brother. "Uncle Tommy does not need me to be a gentleman, because he's an idiot."
Blue leaned over, whispering conspiratorially in Sarah's ear. "But we love him anyways,"
Sarah nodded, watching her dad shift nervously across the table. Eyes widening, she clears her throat pointedly, looking at Blue. "Dad has something he wants to ask you,"
"Sarah!"
The woman looked between them suspiciously, narrowing her eyes. "Does he now?" Turning in her seat to look at Joel, she raises a brow. "What is it you need to ask me?"
Shooting a glare at his daughter, he let out a somewhat shaky breath. "Well, uh, you– you know that I love you, right, Blue?"
"I do know that," She hums, smiling softly despite her growing nerves. "You told me about two minutes ago."
"Yeah," He nods, wiping a hand over his mouth. "And you know– you know that Sarah loves you, too,"
Sarah nods furiously, smile playing at her lips.
"Joel, is everything alright?"
He mutters a curse, quickly pushing his chair away from the table and getting down on one knee.
"Oh, shit,"
Sarah nudges her in the arm even as tears well up in her eyes. "Language,"
"Sorry," Blue distantly mutters, her eyes bubbling with tears the longer she looks at Joel. “Joel,”
“Just– give me a minute, alright? I, uh, I’m not the best with words, but I got some things I wanna say to you,”
She nods silently, pressing a hand over her mouth to hold back the sob that wants to break free from her lips.
“Every day I wake up beside you, and I think about how lucky I am that Sarah wanted to go across the street and talk to our pretty new neighbor. Without her, I wouldn’t– none of this would have happened, and I wouldn’t have the two most important girls in my life. You love me and Sarah far better than I ever could ask for, and I’ll never be able to thank you enough for it, baby. I,”
He stops, swallowing around the lump in his throat. “I love you, Blue. I love you, and my– our daughter loves you, so will you do us both the honor of marrying me, and sticking around for a while?”
Blue laughs wetly, wiping her cheeks with a shaky hand. “Just a while?”
“Forever is preferred,” He smiles softly.
“Forever, then.” She nods, laying her hand over his trembling one holding the diamond ring up for her to see.
“Is that a yes?”
“Of course it’s a yes, baby,” She laughs, practically launching herself at him and tackling him to the floor in a hug. “I’ll marry you a thousand times, if you want me to.”
Sarah giggles, abandoning the table to join them on the floor. Blue and Joel move, easily letting her wiggle in between them, and they all share teary-eyed looks as Joel grabs Blue’s hand and slides the simple engagement ring onto her finger.
She wiggles it against the gleam of the light before dropping her hand to her chest, clutching it tightly like she’ll lose it if she doesn’t.
“Hey,” Sarah hums, garnering both adults’ attention. “If someone gets you a dog as a wedding present, can we keep it?”
Blue laughed, shaking her head at Sarah. “Who on earth is going to give us a dog as a wedding present, babydoll?”
“Uncle Tommy if I ask him to,” She says it fast, and it takes a moment for her words to settle in before Joel and Blue burst into laughter, Sarah quickly joining them in their hysteria.
Blue lays on the kitchen floor, happier than ever, wondering how moving into a little old house on a random street in Austin, Texas, had ended up being the best thing to ever happen to her.
#joel miller#joel miller x reader#the last of us#the last of us fanfiction#the last of us hbo#tlou#tlou hbo#tlou fanfiction#joel miller fanfiction#ellie williams#riley#sarah miller#tommy miller#baby blue: series#tess servopoulos x reader#tess x joel#tess servopoulos#joel miller x oc#joel miller angst#joel miller fluff#joel miller smut#tess servopoulos x reader x joel miller#ellie and riley#joel and ellie
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FRESH OUT THE ICE KICKIN ASS AND TAKIN NAMES
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Raph and Mikey's Hip Hop Album
Track #1 Can't be Beat
(The track listed below isn't mine. It's purely for refferece for Raph and Mikey's song)
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Mikey: What’s up New York??? Mika Mikey in the hizzouse!
Errrreerraaa I told ya! We be comin back, like a land shark attack!
Didn’t doubt us for a second did ya, New York??
Ya we comin back, said smack that!
Raph: We came back to smack that!
Mikey: I done told you we weren’t done! Nah, nothin can stop us, SON!
Coming back with a vengeance on this one! Ya ready?!
Ok! Here we go! Imma trip and tell ya this like it’s in slo mo!
(Mikey’s voice drops down in slo mo)
Don’t forget yo! It’s us ya been looking for!
When the city’s in trouble, who be showin up at ya door?!
Raph: Us! That’s who!
Mikey: (Back to regular speed) Kickin ass and takin names! Even stoppin to flirt with the dames!
Raph: Damn, girl! Ya lookin fine as hell!
Mikey: Oh damn, babycakes! Can ya lend us a bit of your sweet, uh, time? Yeah! In between kicking Shred Head’s ass and mowin the lawn, making the Foot the grass! We put the T in team and yeah *giggles* we’re a little green! But that doesn’t mean we can’t make a scene! We slide up on ya! Cause we a family of ninja’s! Yo! We’re taking ALL the heat! We’re the ones that can’t be BEAT!
Raph: No we can’t! We won’t be beat!
Mikey: We take our orders from our leader in blue, even when he doesn’t have a clue what to do! Nah! *giggles* I’m just playin! Man be slayin! Slicin ya up, so that ya don’t know which way is up! So, when ya see the spark of his blades, ya better run! SON!
Raph: Ya! Ya better run!
Mikey: Fierce and fast, we own the night! WE come in and make everything alright! My boy, Raph, yeah he’s super fast, tough and built to last! Has a smirk on his face the whole time he’s kicking ya ass!
Raph: *Chuckles* The whole time I’m kickin ya ass!
Mikey: Donnie is my bro in purple, living large and not afraid to battle! Leaving you all alone in the corner, ya head nothing but babble!
Raph: Ya! Nothin. But. Babble.
Mikey: And last but not least, it’s ya boy, Mikey! I come at ya fast and hard, my chucks whipping left and right, leaving ya absolutely no room to fight! I’m fierce yo! All up in your face! Nah, you won’t win this race! Come get some, SON! I’m your worst nightmare in green, just like the rest of the team!
Raph: Nightmare in green! Just like the rest of the team!
Mikey: Woooo! New York! Let’s hear it! Give it up for ya boy, Mikey, in the hizzoussee! And erraaaerraaa, ya boy, Raph! Woooooo! Time to go! But we’ll be back! Peace. Out!
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Halo, the Human-Covenant War : Thoughts
An absolutely mind-boggling apart of the Halo franchise that still sticks with me is the absolute lack of fanfare and adoration that is thrown the UNSC Marine Corp and Army's way.
In the games, we really do get used to the idea of being the badass Master Chief; kickin' ass and takin' names. Stopping the Halo rings from firing not once, but two times, stopping the genocidal campaign of the Covenant, falling from space and walking away with ya boys.
Don't get me wrong! The Chief is awesome and the games are great, but I feel like a large part of the community who aren't exactly well versed in the lore don't give enough of their respect to the average human soldiers who, for roughly 30 years, fought on both ground and in space against enemies who outmanned, outclassed, and outgunned them. But, they just kept on fighting.
UNSC Marines coming in and holding off the decimation of one colony world after another, fighting ferociously for every inch of soil, filling the grotesque bodies of grunts, jackals, elites, and so on with lead! We may very well have been heavily outclassed in space warfare, but on ground it became a much more even playing field.
Thousands of years of becoming versed in warfare pays off when having to face against genocidal aliens. For 30 years we held them off, and thanks to the Great Schism we were able to be victorious.
Of course, we're it not for the actions of the Master Chief, Noble Team, and many other Spartans we would be annihilated. But, without the selfless actions of the myriad men and women of the UNSC who chose to not go gentle into that good night, but rather face the overbearing might of an Alien empire dead set on our extermination. Inferior technology? Insufficient biology? No matter. They fought regardless.
"In memory of those who died in defense of Earth and her colonies."
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A dynamic duo kickin' ass and takin' names in a gritty action universe baybeeeee
Yall can keep your egos, just gimme gunfights and backflips and im happy yo ajsbdbd
✨️Reblogs appreciated✨️
#im kidding blz seeing wilford and yancy gives me life okay#but that was a cool universe and the heavy version of Space Is Cool was super fuckin awesome and i want more of that#iswm#markiplier#in space with Markiplier#Action Mark#??#iswm art#The Captain#also yes#look#i know it looks kinda weird#i hit artblock halfway through#I KNOW OKAY#I KNOW
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We're kickin' ass and takin' names in my job...
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now i'm just thinking about Vivia and Yakou working together in a zombie apocalypse and being badasses about it.
This only makes me wish for L4D2 survivor mods with the Master Detectives even more! The action! The drama! The bloodshed! Ahem, anyway, yeah these two surviving a zombie apocalypse would be rad. Just two gun-and-knife-slinging detectives kickin' ass and takin' names! Well, whenever Yakou isn't freaking tf out.
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Yes! Walker Boys kickin’ ass and takin’ names!
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they're slumped up against each other on eliza's couch, watching a movie that eliza has long since stopped paying attention to - she's much more focused on the feeling of krissy's heartbeat against her skin. in a break of conversation, eliza extends her hand to hold krissy's in her own & gives her a gentle, tender squeeze before meeting her eyes with an honest smile. "baby, don't take this th'wrong way - i love it when you're out there, kickin' ass an' takin' names ... but i like havin' you here with me even more."
𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 ; 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 when they are able to come back together . always unknown when krissy will be called back out onto the BATTLEFIELD . it’s been bittersweet , this whole relationship thing . a bitterness thick as BLOOD when they’re separated , mind clouded with the woman beside her when she has a spare second , usually when she’s alone in her motel room just wishing for eliza’s warmth . it’s been so long since she’s felt the ache of MISSING someone who was still alive .
it’s worth it to come home to her though , the excitement that constantly builds & builds until it reaches that CRESCENDO like in one of eliza’s songs . when she’s pulling up in her old classic car , music flowing from the radio too loud to signal her arrival . eliza already outside because krissy always calls ahead , too giddy to try & surprise her . wants the gratification of seeing her immediately , there was no way she’d be able to wait a second longer when eliza was so close . they reach that cusp , when the rollercoaster is just about to descend over a hundred foot hill , krissy getting out of her car nearly forgetting to put it in park most of the time before she’s bolting . arms open , heart SINGING , like even the soul knows ! it calls out to eliza .
being home , that’s what it feels like when krissy is with eliza . a ghost of a smile settles on tired features , eyes darkened in a ring beneath them but it’s a miracle how irises still look so lively . watching on as hands & fingers link , harmony restored . however words softly spoken cast a wave of something over the chambers girl , a hard emotion to place but it’s THERE .
❛ you know that i’d rather be here with you over a stinky ghoul anyday , right ? ❜ it’s lighthearted , meant to hopefully bring a smile to her girl’s visage . but there’s something underlying that . ( please don’t ask her to stop something that’s all she knows ) . ❛ we’re missing the movie . ❜ she doesn’t care about a film she stopped watching thirty minutes ago , despite her tease she’s leaning in , pressing lips to eliza’s . hoping to stop any & all negative thoughts that might be stirring up in her head .
#/ don't look at me thx#/ SOFT HOURS SOFT HOURS#( eliza tag tbt. )#( strnza. )#strnza#❛ ic. ask ┊╳ answered ask .
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Wishing you a good day! Kick that virus’ ass!
THANK YOU HONEY BABY!!!💖 🤪
Kickin' ass and takin' names over here!
#another goofy ep pic!#he's such a nerd!#elvis#elvis presley#if you’re looking for trouble#i adore him#you came to the right place#elvis 2022#elvis movie
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I have to be honest, I'm super proud of myself for keeping up this creative momentum. Inking, laying flats, coloring. I usually neglect all of that. Anyway, a young Jedi Knight Leigh Vanukar kickin' ass and takin names <3
#star wars#star wars oc#jedi#jedi oc#artists on tumblr#art#fantasy art#anime art#original character#oc art#anime artist#manga artist#drawing#fantasy#character design#digital art#oc#draw my oc#detail
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Barked Up The Wrong Tree
A/N: This is part two to Let Sleeping Dogs Lie . I hope you like it.
No one disturbs Ole Fusey from his nap, and he’s out to teach Octane and Rampart a lesson. But, the pranksters’ alliance falls through; instead, both Walter and Ramya tickle Octavio.
“Oho, man. That was awesome!”
Octane cheered, rounding just one more corner to make sure that he was far away from Fuse. Rampart brought up the rear, still laughing, and plopped down to the floor to catch her breath.
“You’re tellin’ me. And here I thought Salvonians were known for kickin’ asses and takin’ names. Never thought that a lil’ tickling would have him bawlin for his mum.”
Octavio chuckled. “Think that’ll go down as the funnest prank I’ve pulled yet!” He continued, sprinting into Ramya’s workshop, which was their next destination. Since he didn’t have any games scheduled for a few days, Ramya offered to spruce up his legs a bit. Octane had so many cool mod ideas that he’d love to see on his legs; rockets, grenade launchers, maybe rockets and grenade launchers.
It was even better that Ajay, who’d been scheduled for games the entire week, would be too busy to complain about what he added to his legs. He cared for his best friend deeply, but if he were being honest, she could be a real killjoy when she wanted to be. So, it felt really good that he could add some more pizazz to his babies without having to deal with her nagging. He was already yanking his left leg off when he noticed Rampart stopped in the doorway. Her brow was arched, and she had one hand on her hip.
“The best prank you pulled? I vaguely remember lendin’ you a hand…” She scoffed, heading to her workbench to gather the tools she needed. On her way over there, she snatched Octavio’s leg out of his hand. “I mean, let’s be real here, you would’ve mucked up the prank from here to Sunday if I didn’t help ya out.”
Octavio gave her an incredulous look before laughing. “Amiga, all you did was hold the feather! That’s not exactly what I’d call hard work.” He responded, preparing to pull his right leg off next. He was still riding high off of the adrenaline from pranking Fuse, so he had no issues in saying what he said next. “I guess I can see why it’d be a big deal to you, though. I know there ain’t much you do without Sheila.”
He heard Ramya drop something, most likely a wrench. His grin widened as she stared at him, dumbfounded.
“What’d you say?”
The speedster snickered. “You heard me! I’m surprised you had the time to help out at all, since I know how much su bebé (your baby) keeps you busy.” He continued confidently. He knew he was headed into dangerous territory, but so what? What was she gonna do about it? If she grabbed Sheila to teach him a lesson, it’d prove his point. “Don’t get me wrong! Sheila is awesome. But pranks are where I shine, amiga. So you better not forget that.”
Ramya growled and marched from around her workbench, taking his leg along with her. “If that ain’t the biggest crock of shit I’ve heard--only thing you’re good at is running!” She argued. She got within a couple feet from him, ready to throttle him, but then she had a better idea. “...Which ya can’t do much of now, can ya?”
“...What?”
Octane gave her a bewildered look. But, before he could ask what she was talking about, she started to back away from him. And, he noticed, she moved his limb from one hand to the other.
“Listen, mate. I don’t know what cliff ya dived off recently, but your leg here is banged up good. So, I’m just gonna hang onto it for, ya know…safe keepin’.”
Now Octavio wasn’t laughing. He quickly put his right leg back on and got up, albeit awkwardly. “Chill, Ramya. I need that!” He said, making a move to take the leg back. Rampart got out of the way, causing him to fall back down with a crash. She burst out laughing.
“Yikes, you’re quite the klutz, huh? Relax, I ain’t gonna keep it forever. Maybe just a few weeks?” Ramya grinned widely at the look on his face.
“Hell no! Give me my leg back!”
Now, Rampart wasn’t actually going to take his leg. She just wanted to keep it long enough until he offered her an apology, or until she laughed herself silly from watching him hobble around like a pirate. Ramya laughed hard enough to snort while he attempted to take his leg back. And each time, just before he could get a grip on it, Ramya would pull back and watch him tumble. Octane got tired of it and the next time he lunged, he went for her instead, which she wasn’t expecting. The modder didn’t move out of the way in time, so when his fingers jabbed into her ribs, she let out a loud scream. She dropped the leg, holding her arm against her side.
“Alright, alright, take your bloody leg back.” Ramya grumbled, rubbing where he’d poked. “I was just messin’ around.”
Octane put his leg back on and stared at her. He didn’t poke her that hard, so why’d she scream? The gears in his head turned as he poked her again, this time in her side, and she slapped his hands away.
“I said I was joking, ya idiot.”
Octavio grinned. “I heard you. I was just thinkin’ how Elliott had mentioned how ticklish you were, but I didn’t believe him.” He explained. He hurried towards the modder to close the distance. “Thought he was just talkin’ loco. But it looks like he was right, huh?”
Rampart glowered and smacked his hands away again when he went to poke some more. “I couldn’t give a toss about what that plonker said! But you better quit pokin’ me, unless your mate can get you some new hands too…”
Octane paused, looking at both of his hands. He could have metal legs and hands? Why didn’t he think of that! He’d definitely have to blow his hands off next. But, for now, he was standing in front of a ticklish Legend who tried to steal his leg. A punishment was in order!
The speedster didn’t have the patience for a buildup, so he made yet another jab at her ribs. Rampart threw a hand up to stop him, just like he expected, which allowed him to grab her wrist. He held it away from her and, before she could block him with her other hand, he pinched at her lowermost rib. Ramya screamed, her face getting redder by the second, and she swatted at his hand multiple times.
“Stohop! You prihick!” She gritted her teeth, trying not to laugh. She pushed her shoulder into his chest, wanting to push him over, but he wasn’t having it. He let go of her wrist so he could wrap both of his arms around her torso and scritch all over the length of her rib cage. The modder violently jolted and broke out into loud laughter.
“YOHOUHUHU FFF--HAHAHAHAHA!” Ramya pounded on his hands, thrashing about in his hold. “LEHEHET GOHOHOHO!”
Octavio refused and, laughing, he pulled her down onto the ground with him. “Haha, I knew it!” He cheered. She’d swatted at his hands one too many times, so he gathered up her wrists in one hand, holding them above her head. “Elliott was right; you are crazy ticklish!”
Instead of staying on her sweet spot, he jumped to her side and kneaded along it. Then, he poked at her stomach, making her squeal, before his hand finally dug into her armpit. Ramya was cackling the entire time but, when he focused on her armpit, she giggled uncontrollably. It wasn’t as bad a spot as her ribs, but it was definitely sensitive.
“I’m gohohohohnna kihihill yohohohohu!” She yelled, pulling against the speedster’s grip. “Juhust wahahait! I’ll kihihihck yohohour ahahahass wihihhth your own bloody lehehegs!”
Octane snickered and jabbed his nails into the center of her armpit, making her laugh harder. “Oh no, anything but that! Por favor!” He mocked, grinning. He took his thumbs and scratched at the hollows in circular motions. “And whatever you do, don’t sic Sheila on me! I know just how much you lean on her.”
Rampart yelled in protest as the speedster descended back into her ribs, tickling at the spaces between them. She thrashed against the ground, hollering with laughter. All of the commotion caught the attention of Fuse, who’d awoken from his nap a while ago, and was out to dole out some good ol’ Salvonian justice. He stepped into the workshop at a leisurely pace, smirking. Octavio was too invested in tickling Ramya to notice, but Ramya did. She fought against his grip, trying to warn him, but she fell into hysterics when he tickled even faster.
“SAHAHAHAHAHA! HE---HE’S---OCTAHAHAHAHAHAVIO!”
Octavio snickered and dug his thumbs into the base of her ribs, making her laughter go silent. “Not so funny anymore, is it chica? That’s what you get for—”
He abruptly stopped talking, feeling a cold hand grip his arm. He was then lifted as if he were weightless. He yelped and struggled in the hold, moving to push at the arm, and that’s when he realized who it was. His eyes snapped up to Walter’s, and the Salvonian’s smirk only broadened.
“G’day, mate. I was wonderin’ where you pups ran off to.” He said, easily scooping the speedster’s other arm within the same hand. “I hate to interrupt you kids’ fun, but I reckon we’ve got some unfinished business, ay?”
Octane immediately shook his head. He struggled to wrench his arm free out of Walter’s literal iron hold, but the explosives expert lifted him higher, so that he was dangling just above the ground. “Wait! Hold ohohohn!” He interjected, yelping when Fuse prodded at his sides. The severity of what was about to happen crashed into him, making him want to high tail it…but all his legs did was kick around in the air.
“Nohoho! Dude, come ohohohon!” Octane tried to make his case, but Walter wasn’t hearing it. “It wahahas a johohohke! Whyhy cahahan’t yohuhu tahahake a JOHOHOKE—”
Fuse scratched at the speedster’s tummy, making him scream and arch his back. He chuckled. “I can take a joke just fine! What I can’t take is havin’ you lot botherin’ me while I’m gettin’ me beauty rest!” He retorted, pinching each of his hips before he returned to his stomach. Octavio cried out and sucked in his stomach to try and escape the tickling.
“IT WAHAHAHSN’T JUHUHUHST MEHEHEHEHE!” He yelled, bucking his hips when Walter poked at his belly button. Walter smirked, wiggling his finger inside the spot some more, and he glanced at the recovering modder.
“I know, I didn’t forget about your partner in crime. She’ll get what’s comin’ to her.” He answered. He continued scratching in and around his belly button, drawing out more panicked laughter from Octavio.
Rampart, however, had other plans. Once she caught her breath, she got off the floor and marched right up to the men. “Or, you can let me at this plonker right now.” She cut in, gripping Octavio’s sides and digging her thumbs into them. “For thinkin’ he can get one over on me.”
Octavio’s eyes snapped wide open and he yelled before laughing even louder. “NONONOHOHO! DOHOHON’T TOHOHOUCH MEHEHE, RAHAHAMYA!” He demanded. He twisted his torso around in Fuse’s hold, trying to shake her hands off, but she easily kept up with him. Fusey snickered; considering what he’d witnessed before he entered the scene, he wasn’t surprised that Rampart had a bone to pick with him. But, it was still amusing to watch their alliance crumple apart.
So, much to Octane’s shock, Walter didn’t stop her. He moved his hand up higher, poking between his ribs, while Ramya found every ticklish nerve along his sides.
“Wahahahalter! Dohohohohn’t lehehehet hehehr dohohoho thihihihs!” He pleaded. He tested the man’s grip, a foolish thing to do with his metal arm, and was only answered with a smirk.
“Nah, I feel she’s justified, mate.” Fuse chuckled, swiping all of his nails down his ribcage before he pinched at each one. “Sure ain’t off the hook, but I don’t blame her for wanting a lil revenge of her own.”
“WHAHAHAT?!”
Octavio couldn’t believe what he was hearing; for starters, he didn’t act alone! But most importantly, Fuse didn’t even see what Ramya did before he got there. He opened his mouth to protest, but he let out a screaming laugh instead when the modder scribbled her fingers along his tummy.
“Besides,” Ramya grinned, spidering her nails into the sides of his stomach, where he seemed to be especially ticklish. “The whole thing was your show anyway, right?”
“NAHAHAHA! THAHAHAT’S SUHUHUHCH BULLSH--AH!”
All of a sudden, Fuse dragged him to the floor, with Rampart following immediately after. He did this for two reasons; one, to make it easier for Ramya to join in on the fun. And two, to make sure she didn’t get accidentally kicked. Octavio’s legs had been moving a mile a minute, maybe faster, and Walter knew for a fact that one blow from those could cause a serious injury. With Walter keeping Octavio’s arms pinned and Ramya taking a seat on his waist, the speedster was royally screwed. The explosives expert went back to pinching at each of his ribs, while Ramya honed in on the area just above his belly button.
“SAHAHAHAHA! SHEHE--SHEHEHE STAHAHARTED IHIHIHT!” Octane whined. He was referring to what happened before he’d tickled Ramya, but was laughing too hard to elaborate. And, he wasn’t even being tickled on his worst spot. Not yet, anyways. Ramya grinned a smug grin and wriggled a finger back into his belly button.
“Pfft, don’t get shy now, mate! You were mouthin’ off about how great this prank of yours was.” She chided. She made sure to get in deep, twisting her finger around like a screwdriver, and the speedster howled with laughter. She glanced at Fuse, still grinning. “You shoulda heard him. He said, and I quote ‘that’ll go down as the best prank I’ve pulled! Hell, maybe the best one in the Outlands!’”
“I DIHIHIHD NOHOHOHOT!”
Now she was twisting his words! Octavio’s legs drummed against the floor as he flopped against the floor. He felt Fuse getting closer to his armpits, and he felt a deep seated panic in the pit of his stomach.
“WAITWAITWAIT! POR FAHAHAVOR, WAHAHAIT!” He pleaded, his entire body tensing up. Fuse, and surprisingly Rampart, both obliged. He breathed heavily, still giggling, especially when Walter flexed his fingers just underneath where his armpits started. “Plehehease dohohn’t tickle my armpihihits. Ramya’s twisting what I said, but I prohohomise I wohohon’t dohoho it AGAHAHAIN---”
Rampart didn’t let him finish; she ducked and blew a raspberry right in the center of his stomach. Octavio shrieked, making both Ramya and Walter laugh, and Walter dug underneath his left arm anyway.
“Oh, I doubt that very much.” Fuse smirked, spidering his nails from one side of his armpit to the other. “Especially comin’ from you. You’re the very essence of trouble.”
“Sure is.” Rampart chimed in, blowing another raspberry over his belly button. Octavio’s cackles filled up the entire workshop. He writhed in Walter’s hold, and bucked his hips as Ramya kept on blowing on his stomach. But despite his struggling, he couldn’t move away from the tickles, and it really tickled.
“NOHOHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAHAP!” He screeched, laughing even harder as Fuse dug deeper into his hollows. Now, he was focusing on the center of his armpits, while Ramya dug her thumbs into his hips and waist. “POHOHOHOR FAHAHAHAVOR! I WOHOHOHOHN’T DOHOHOHOHO IHIHIHT!”
“Nah, I’ll have to think it over. Your track record says otherwise.” Walter insisted. He jumped to the speedster’s right armpit, earning another squeal, and used two fingers to scritch along the length of the spot. Octavio threw his head back; his right armpit was more sensitive than his left one, and he strained to pull his arms down.
“NONONOHOHOHOHO! I SWEHEHEHEHEAR!” He pleaded, struggling with a renewed sense of energy. Fuse arched a brow; this time, he wasn’t even tickling that hard, and it seemed like Octavio wanted to pull his arm out of its socket, if it meant it went down.
“Oh, c’mon, I’m barely touchin’ ya!” Fuse scoffed, poking his uppermost rib before he returned to the armpit. Ramya looked up from what she was doing; she thought the plonker’s stomach was his worst spot, but it looked like she was missing out on the real action!
“Yeah, he’s really laughin' up a storm, ain’t he?”
That’s all Octane heard before he felt Ramya scoot up his waist, and bury her fingers into his left armpit. This next scream left him hoarse, and after that, all he could do was laugh and laugh. One hand on his armpits was bad; two were arguably unbearable.
“PLEHEHEHEHEASE! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!” Octavio’s pleading finally gave way to hysterics as he kicked his legs against the ground. Walter opted for light, quick scratching along his right armpit. But Ramya was jabbing and poking all over the left one, so he couldn’t get used to either sensation. The tickling went on for a good five minutes; after that, Walter decided to ease up on the kid. His laughter had gotten silent, and he didn’t wanna kill him.
“Alright, let’s give him a breather, ay?” Fuse stopped tickling him and gently nudged Ramya’s hand away. Rampart pouted; she was having a blast, but air was kind of important, and it looked like Octane needed a bunch of it.
“Fine. Can’t have people dyin’ in here anyways. It’s bad for business.” She responded, snickering. She lightly ran her nails down Octavio’s tummy a few times before climbing off of his legs. Octavio snickered and panted, his chest rising and falling with each breath he took.
“Bohohohth of yohuhu suck…” He complained, moving to pull his arms down…only to realize that Fuse hadn’t let go. Fuse grinned and looked down at the still-pinned speedster.
“Oh, ya think so? That’s alright, cause I never said I was lettin’ you go just yet.”
It didn’t take very long for Octane to regenerate stamina, but all of that air he worked to bring in left him in one loud gasp.
“No, doOOOHN’T--”
Walter poked his side, making him yelp, and he chuckled. “Hey, I was crystal clear! I said a breather. What, you thought you’d get off that easy?”
Rampart blinked, not expecting the turn of events, but she was more than happy to continue. She plopped back down onto his legs, pressing her fingertips into his ribs, and wiggled away.
“Nohohoho guhuhuhys! I’m sohohohohorry!”
Octavio’s apology fell on deaf ears; ole Fusey was bright eyed and bushy tailed, so he wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon.
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Well, at least Brianna is kickin' ass and takin' names.
Meanwhile, Roger seems ~discontent~ once more.
We'll see where that goes.
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