Hi yes hello what earned them the title worst siblings in the world?

oooohhhh ohohoho ohhhhhhh

spinel is the epitome of perfection. she hasta be. anything less than perfection is something that can get her and her siblings killed. she already got her n her siblings out of an abusive home, she's not looking ta relive being in fear 24/7 (even though the situation hasnt changed, its just that the environment has and she feels a new level of control in this new one)

citrine is the opposite of perfection. she keeps fucking things up, not doing things the way they needta b done, and spinel dogs on her abt it A LOT. they're the eldest. they're the ones that hafta keep everything in order n citrine just doesnt seem ta b up ta the task. its like she's self sabotoging on purpose. like she's trying ta ruin this for them, when spinel worked oh so hard ta get them where they are now.

citrine used ta look up ta spinel a lot but not anymore. she's basically acting out in all the ways a rebellious teenager would. drugs, sex, hanging out w/"shady characters" just Not Listening, all that stuff. but bro. citrine is just tryna live man. really live. why does spinel hate it when she uses weed just ta try ta escape from the nightmare for a little bit? when she reads silly romance novels when she needs ta be training? she just wants to feel good for once.

but citrine is well aware that she's not the best role model for her younger siblings. her 5 yr old sis is already taking after her n her angry personality. lashing out at her twin sister in a very similar fashion that citrine does ta spinel, pretending ta smoke and getting caught trying ta smoke when going thru citrine's belongings, but she cant help but continue ta be the way she is. and neither can spinel. its like nothing changed. and citrine is watching the cycle continue with their 5 year old sisters while spinel doesn't seem ta notice the problem at all.

but thats how it always is with her isnt it? survival is more important than emotion. fear is a driving force. now what we hafta ask is where exactly these two are drivin ta, and are they even on the same road ta begin with?

I hate you

A guilty confession. I don't want to, I didn't mean to, but now I do.

Javey

David stood in front of the circulation gate, having taken the position of leader since Jack left him the night before.

“Alright, remember, we’re hurtin them and they know it. No soakin’ or hittin’ anyone.” He reminded the newsies as the gates swung open. The wagons made their way out followed by the army of goons and scabbers.

“I’m seein t’ings tell me i seein t’ings!” Spot yelled angrily, pointing toward the scabbers. David turned around to see none other than Jack Kelly standing there, clad in new fancy clothes, a stack of papes in his hand.

David looked at him dumbfounded. He knew the other newsies were yelling things, but it all sounded muffled to him, as if he was underwater. It couldn’t be. Not his Jack. His Jack would never scab. Not the Jack that kissed him in the alleyway the night before.

“This is why you left last night isn’t it?!” He accused Jack, anger bubbling inside of him as the shock subsided.

“You’re a liar! You lied about everything!” He accused him, thinking back to the other night. Jack had confessed to him. Said that he felt things, things you’re not supposed to feel towards someone who is just a friend. They had kissed in that alleyway and now here he was, new clothes from Pulitzer of all people.

“So? What you wanna do about it Dave?” Jack responded with a shrug, acting like this wasn’t killing him inside. He had to be strong. He couldn’t afford anyone gettin locked up because of him, especially not David. The refuge was no place for someone like him. It would chew him up and spit him out and Jack wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

“I don’t understand you.” David replied, crossing his arms. He gave Jack a hard look, waiting for him to break and say it was all some sort of plan. That he wasn’t really giving up.

“Oh so let me spell it out for you. You see, I aint got nobody tuckin’ me in a niht, like you. It’s just me. I gotta look out fo’ myself, alrih?!” He spat back. David didn’t understand. He had folks and a place to call home. He had others to depend on for food and clothes and shelter. He was a good boy who went to school and would probably have a fancy job in some office some day. All Jack had was Santa Fe and until then it was his job to protect the younger newsies. Francis had left him in charge. It was his job.

“You had the newsies!” Dave protested, pointing at the angry crowd who had all showed up in support of Jack and the strike.

“Oh what did bein’ a newsie eva give me bu a dime a day n a few black eyes?” Jack asked with a scoff. “Ya know, I cant afford ta be a kid no mo Dave. Fo tha firs time in my life I got money in me pockets, real money. Money. You understan?!” He replied, shoving his shoulder to emphasize his point and also to put a little distance between him and Davey.

“I got mo on tha way n as soon as i collect ‘m gone, ‘m away, alrih?!” He said heatedly. Dave didn’t understand, he was too perfect. He was too good for Jack. He couldn’t have Dave, not when he could do so much better. He had to do this.

“Well that’s good because we don’t need you!” Davey replied, gesturing towards the other newsies. “We don’t need you! Because all those words you said, those were mine.” He added on, taking a step back from him. If Jack was going to give up he would lead the strike without him. He wasn’t afraid. He wasn’t a coward.

That stung Jack. It made his heart drop into his stomach and tears prick at the corners of his eyes. David was right. They didn’t need him. He was replaceable.

“Yeah, but you never had the guts to say em yaself, did ya?” He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth as soon as he saw the hurt in Davey’s eyes.

David straightened up and Jack could almost physically see the walls that he had gotten past to start to rebuild.

“I hate you.” David said coldly, his stare just as icy as his words, monotonous with no feeling. No life. “I hate you.” He repeated, shoving Jack away from him before walking back to the newsies, taking the rest of Jack’s heart with him.

Thanks for the ask!

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

-Lav

Episode 12 - Rescue on Ryloth

[Star Wars: The Bad Batch]

Okay, so I know this is very late but I’ve been up to a lot of stuff, but here it is!!!

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RAMPFUCK

HOWSER😘😘😘

i hate rampass with my entire being

YES TELL EM ELENI

BOSS ASS BITCH.COM

I love Howser

I HATE RAMPASS

CROSSHAIR IS COMING AND I KNOW IT

CHOPPER!!!!!!!!

THAT is my man crisscross

Crosshair, arr you suggesting you won’t leave without your brothers right now??? IS THAT WHAT YOU ARE SAYING

THE BATCH

GONKY

GONKY IS A DEFECTIVE UNIT

I LOVE IT

I LOVE THAT THE BATCH NAMED THEIR GNK DROID GONKY BTW

ITS MY FAVORITE THING IN THE ENTIRE WORLD

HOLY SHIT ITS TECH

MY BABYYYYYYY

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

YEA DONT WORRY GONKY THEY ARE DEFECTIVE TOO

ITS SO CUTE I CANT

TECH MY BABY

I HAVE MISSED YOU DEAR

IS THIS TECH BEING A DAD

IS TECH WORRIED ABOUT THE MISSION

MY GOD HES BEAUTIFUL

yeah baby tell him

omega is the fucking best did you know that?

damn tech stop flying so fast u gonna die brother

MY CHILDREN ARE SO BEAUTIFUL

omg I fucking love chopper

HOLD UP

WE ARE GETTING TECH AND CHOPPER TOGETHER IN THE SAME SCENE

THE DOPPELGÄNGERS ARE UNITED

this post btw

AH the little shoulder grab my heart

awwwwee tech is so excited

why so cold hunter? ya need a blanket or something

how exactly did free ta survive a shot to THE FUCKING HEAD BUT FIVES DIDNT SURVIVE A SHOT THROUGH ARMOR

🎶four bros, chillin on a mountain, zero feet apart cuz they’re not actually gay just very close brothers who fight battles together and are like a family🎶

oooooooh another face off?????

why do i love the hand signs?

WHY DID WE NOT GET TO SEE MY BEAUTIFUL BABY TECH?????

shit

that’s a probe isn’t it

hunter is gonna save the day:)

bonk

stabby stab

oh tech my darling boy, please do a stand up show

crisscross is comin for ya!!

OH

MY

GOD

TECH AND CHOPPER ARE WORKING TOGETHER ON THE SHIP!!!!!!

WHY IS THIS THE CUTEST THING I’VE EVER SEEN??????

WHY IS DAVE DOING THIS TO ME?????

hunter is a little(very tall) bitch

HUHHHHHHHH

OMYFUCKINGGODTHATISTHECUTESTTHINGIHAVEEVERSEENORHEARDINMYENTIRELIFE

OMEGA LITERALLY JUST TOLD HUNTER SHE SEES THE BATCH AS HER FAMILY

I AM CRYING

HUNTERS FACE

wait are they just gonna leave omega there????

holy shit

wait

why are you bullying my child RAMPASS

HUH?

YOU WANNA FIGHT??!!

crosshairs scar is no easier to look at

my child is hurt!!!!

OMYFUCKINGGODTHEREMYHEARTGOESAGAINCANOMEGASTOPBEINGSOFUCKINGADORABLE

HE IS HER BROTHER🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

THEY ALL ARE🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

CAN I CRY NOW? WILL YOU ALLOW ME TO CRY??????

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

OOOFFFF omega i love you

howser is baby

HOWSER IS DEFECTIVE I KNEW IT

AHHHHHHH

I CANT

I LOVE CHOPPER SO MUCH

I LOVE THE BAD BATCH SO MUCH

YOU CANNOT UNDERSTAND THE EMOTIONAL STATE I AM IN RIGHT NOW

OMG TECH IS BEING A DAD

HE IS BEING A DAD

I REPEAT

TECH IS BEING A DAD

HE HAS DAD ENERGY

HE IS PROTECTIVE

HOLY FUCK I COULD GO ON ABOUT HOW MUCH I LOVE DAD!TECH FOR HOURS

SSHHHIIIIIEEEEETTTTT

CHOPPER MY CHILD YOU ARE SO SMART I LOVE YOU

CHOPPER SUPREMACY YESTERDAY PLEASE

I CANNOT EXPLAIN HOW MUCH I LOVE IT WHEN CHOPPER HAS HIS LITTLE ROBOT ARMS OUT

“a little help?” echo, fives is very proud of you right now

“i won’t tell if you don’t” holy fuck i live my children

WAIT

ARE WE ABOUT TO WITNESS HERAS FIRST TIME AS A REAL PILOT??????

OMG GUYS THIS IS A LEGENDARY EVENT RIGHT HERE

THIS MOMENT RIGHT HERE WILL CHANGE THE GALAXY FOREVER

TECH

HELLO DEAR

there is something about the fact that tech is talking about his rebels parallel character that just sits right with me

OH MY GOD

DID YOU HEAR THE SLIGHT PANIC IN TECHS VOICE

HE THOUGHT OMEGA WAS GOING TO FLY THE SHUTTLE WITHOUT ANY TRAINING

MY BABY

WHY DID HE SOUND SO MUCH LIKE A DAD

HE WAS SO DAD-LIKE IN THE WAY HE SAID OMEGA

OH MY GOD THIS RIGHT HERE IN MY FAVORITE SCENE IN THE ENTIRE STAR WARS FRANCHISE

TECH IS SO FUCKING GOOD AT FLYING AND I LOVE IT

HOW IS HE DOING THAT

AH I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

LIKE I AM ASEXUAL BUT LIKE THAT IS SEXY AF

TECH

I AM NO LONGER ASKING

I DEMAND YOU PUT YOUR COMEDY SHOW ON THE ROAD

HOLY MOTHER OF GOD TECH IS GORGEOUS

AH

MY HEART

MY EYES ARE BLESSED

DONT GO THAT WAY HUNTER

YA GONNA DIE

hunter so knows that howsers chip is dead

OH MY GOD

TECH IS SO FUCKING GORGEOUS

I—

I CANT

HE IS SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL

oh no

stop

omg

regular clones breaking orders??

THIS IS WHAT IM HERE FOR!!!!!!

YES HOWSER

BUT LIKE GET THE HELL OUTTA THERE CAUSE YOURE ABOUT TO DIE

WHY DOES CROSSHAIR MISS EVERY SINGLE SHOT???

IS IT HIM FIGHTING AGAINST THE CHIP TO NOT SHOOT HIS BROTHERS????

WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME

WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME WATCH MY CHILDREN BEING SO SAD

A HIGH FIVE!!!!!!

OMEGA DID A LITTLE JUMP TOO

I CANT WITH THIS ADORABLENESS

ah- hunter resisting payment???? who’s this fella???

okay, let’s just break this down: hunter is breaking my heart with his fucking dad-of-the-group thing

wrecker is breaking my heart with his utterly confused look at what’s going on

omega is breaking my heart with her sheer cuteness

echo is healing me a bit by being the calm mom

BUT TECH IS FUCKING KILLING ME FIFTEEN TIMES IN THIS SHORT CLIP BECAUSE 1: HOW DARE HE BE SO DAD-Y TOWARDS OMEGA AND HERA AND 2: HOW DARE HE SMILE LIKE THAT??? HOW DARE HE BE SO GORGEOUS I LITERALLY CANNOT BREATHE RIGHT NOW HE STARIGHT UP KNOCKED THE AIR FROM MY LUNGS HE IS SO GORGEOUS AND I WILL DIE IN LIKE TWO SECONDS IF NOT LESS

HERA AND OMEGA ARE LESBIANS

I LOVE HERA AND KANAN BUT LIKE OMEGA AND HERA ARE SO CUTE

“keep an eye on your brothers” I CANT I LITERALLY CANT LIKE HERA KILLED ME RIGHT HERE AND NOW AND ALSO HOW DARE THEY SHIFT THE FOCUS TO THE BATCH WHEN SHE SAYS THAT

okay but hera literally thinks that they are brothers in the sense of how i have brothers or how she would have brothers, like they are a little family who grew up together and the batch are omegas troublesome older brothers when in reality they are clones, i think that is realky beautiful and i am crying so hard right now

OKAY BUT TECHS LITTLE SMILE AS OMEGA WALKED UP TO THEM I—

ah shiet

OH MY GOD CROSSHAIRS FACE WHEN RAMPASS SAID THE BATCH ARE HIS FRIENDS

HE WANTS TO GO HOME

no

nope

nuh uh

i dont want this

but i really do want this tho

NOW THEY CAN GET HIS CHIP OUT AND HE CAN BE WITH HIS FAMILY AGAIN

okay but if that’s not the face of a scared little boy i don’t know what is

like!!!

look at that!!!

HE IS SO SCARED HE JUST WANTS TO GO HOME

DAVE JUST LET HIM GO HOME

okay but i really did not need this much in one episode but like now they might actually save crosshair soooo, that’s good:))))

Story Two - Daily Grind

In the early morning of the desert, the weather feels warm yet fresh against one’s skin. In the wee hours of dawn is when the Seekers of the Sankres begin to awaken, eager to begin their day while the Keepers continue to rest after having turned in only an hour or two prior. Fortunately, the Keepers are quite used to the Seekers’ morning routine of sound-offs, some hooting and others chirping, while the rest bellow and lazily roar.

 Coming out of their adobe homes after getting ready for the day, they are all prepared and eager to finish their workload. The inner machinations of the tribe work like the simplest, yet most efficient, well-oiled machine. Not one person works alone, every Sankre is integral to the pride for things to operate smoothly. Whether it is tending to the farm, taking care of the little ones, feeding the Gryphons, repairing, cleaning, cooking… The list goes on, and on.

 After his arrival, Azhi’li had no idea just where his place was. Everyone worked so easily, as though it was complete second nature. Azhi’li was itching to work, to do something, yet he was worried about trying to offer his help, afraid of making a mess of things.

 Of course, that was only after the first month or so of his arrival. He still feels a bit out of place, but he has gotten much more comfortable.

 “Good morning, Zizi!” a crowd of little voices chime eagerly, screaming and laughing ringing throughout the caverns as a pile of young miqo’te crowd and climb onto Azhi’li. The red Seeker laughs in amusement as the children cling onto him, lolling their heads back as they tug at their cousin.

 “Good mornin’, little ones! C’mon, y’all, get back down! Y’know very well I ain’t a tree!” he chastises them, yet his tone is purely amused. Still, the children listen, getting off Azhi’li and lining up, theatrically puffing up their chests and saluting the older Seeker by pounding their chests with their little fists. The older Seeker couldn’t help but bark out in laughter, rolling his eyes with a giant toothy grin while the young ones also laughed and lightly shoved at each other.

 “Alright, come on. Let’s all head on over to the trainin’ grounds, yeah?”

 Leading them along, the little miqo’te followed their cousin like little ducklings in a row, chattering amongst themselves.

 “What are we going to learn today?”

“I don’t know! Maybe he’ll show us how to split rocks with our BARE HANDS!”

“Or maybe show us how to split the EARTH!”

“Oh, oh! What about if he--?!”

 “Hey, hey! Come on, guys, cut me some slack! That’s all a bit too much ta be learnin’ right now, don’t ya think?” Azhi’li quipped in return while the children whined and asked, “So what are you going to show us today?”

“Mm… Well, before we start, how ‘bout we do some stretches, yeah? Come on! Early mornin’ stretches! Th’more relaxed ya are, th’better you’ll learn!”

 As soon as that was said, the young ones were quick to quit their questions and move on to do as told. Once their 10 minutes of stretching regiments were completed, Azhi'li let out a "whew!" before grinning towards the kids and pumping his fists. "Alright, li'l pugilists! Let's get started t'day, aye?"

"Aye!" they repeated before laughing excitedly.

It has been this way for a few sennights now, where Azhi'li would show the children what he knows, ever since his uncle G'sena told him of their history.

"We were built on the backs of monks, you know," Sena informed him with a gentle smile. "Our ancestors were refugees of Ala Mhigo during the time of King Theodric, when he razed the Temple of the Fist. What few miqo'te that had been under Rhalgr's teachings escaped to Thanalan, and made our home the way it is today. They carved the sides of the mountains with their hands to make our home, and gave us the Sun." He gestured up towards Azeyma's watch.

"Yet, the people here have long since forgotten our monkhood, and we have instead taken upon blades and shields, bows and axes, staves and chakrams. No one here has encountered a monk ever since your father, and even then he was not taught the way you were. We have soulstones, but no one uses them, nor has used them for many summers," he explained further, holding a box within his hands. "No one can open the box without the blessing of our matron. Yet... I believe with you here, Dhezi, you might manage to rekindle that fire within our people and the matron. And the best place to start with that, if you are interested, is with the younger generation."

"I could see that you are feeling a bit out of place still, so this might be a great opportunity for you to get in touch with your cousins... What do you think, Dhezi?"

Ever since that conversation with uncle Sena, Azhi'li had volunteered to take care of the little ones who were interested in pugilism. He wanted to take them through the steps he had first learned back in Ul'dah with the pugilist's guild, and fortunately they all seemed to be taking in the lessons quite well.

For the ones who didn't understand or seemed to struggle a bit more than the rest, Azhi'li was sure to be patient with and take his time teaching them. He knows he has plenty of time here, plenty of time to learn more of his family and to teach them what he knows, as well as learn about what they know.

This is his home.

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After training, he takes the little ones to have lunch. Moving into the kitchens, he cooks them up some aldgoat stew, the same way Mama Azhi used to make it for him. He wears a bittersweet smile on his lips the entire time he cooks, soft hums escaping him as his tail sways slowly behind him. 

The children wait outside at the tables for their food, while Azhi'li is joined by some older miqo'te. Sunkissed, sunworn; the crinkles on their face creasing as they smile towards Azhi'li. "Dhezi, dear, that smells wonderful. Is there any way we can help?" 

"Ah! No, y'don't have ta--," he stammers out, before one of them chuckles and places a gentle hand upon his arm. "We would like to."

That makes the red Seeker pause before smiling a bit sweeter, nodding. "Alright. Let's make enough fer everyone, yeah?"

And so they cooked together, making steaming pots of aldgoat stew. The smell wafted out from the kitchens out into the caverns, bringing in many Sankres from each corner. A feast was not really planned out, but, here they are, passing out bowls to everyone so they can all eat together.

Sharing a warm, hearty meal like this, surrounded by so many people who are considered his family... It feels so strange, honestly, with how many there are-- yet, it is not an unwelcome feeling. These strangers are warm, kind, considerate, and caring to someone who they were meant to know all their lives, yet only just met. It helps Azhi'li relax, helps him realize that these people are indeed meant to be his family.

The caverns are full of laughing, smiling faces. Warmed by Azeyma's rays, as well as embraced by Menphina's light. This is not the type of tribe people have always warned him about back in Ul'dah, ever since he was a kid. Truly, what farfetched lies and stereotypes he was fed.

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"What're ya making, Zizi?"

Approached by a young miqo'te, G’luna, Azhi'li looks up from his craft before offering a gentle grin. "Wanna see?"

"Yeah!" The little one's too-large-for-their-head's ears perk up and his giant, round eyes widen considerably as he steps closer and peers down at what Azhi'li was doing.

Weaving beads together, Azhi'li held onto the string carefully before lifting it to show the curious one.

"Oh! You're making a necklace?"

"Well, makin' that 'nd more. There's a lot of tagua that tio Sena told me about, 'nd the abuelitos showed me how to make jewelry out of them, so..."

"Why are you making so many, though? Do you like to wear them?"

"I do! But these are not for me. They are for m'friends 'nd family."

"... But we are right here? And we already have enough?"

Azhi'li couldn't help but to laugh lightly, nodding. "Ya are, 'nd ya do! But, I'm talkin' 'bout m'other friends 'nd family outside of the Sankres. I have more brothers 'nd mamas that aren't here, y'know!"

"More brothers? Why aren't they here, then?"

"Mm, b'cause they have their own family."

"... I don't get it."

"Haha, that's okay. So, y'know how y'have yer friends, right?" Azhi'li inquires while smiling, continuing to polish some more tagua before weaving them with string. Luna nods. 

"Well, I have many friends. People who are not related to me, yet that I know and that I enjoy th'company of. Some a'those people I consider very close, closer than anyone else that I know... so they're like family to me, too. Yer family doesn't only have ta consist of th'people y'were born with, but they can be yer friends, too."

"-- Oh. Okay, I think I understand, now. So, my best friend can be family, too?"

"Well, why not?"

"I dunno."

"So then what would stop ya from callin' 'em such?"

"... Nothing?"

Azhi'li would give them a toothy grin at that, nodding. The young one released a small 'ooh' of revelation, before shifting to sit beside the older Seeker. "... Can I help you make these? How many are you making?"

"Aw, hey, a'course y'can. I'm makin' lots! I gotta make some fer Toadie, Miss Rei, K'ilhi, Mama Azhi, Zi'a, Zi'to... Miss Nana, Ryska, Si'ra, Livia, Latika'a, Yato... ... Poki," he murmurs towards the end, his voice growing smaller the more names he listed. The names he missed more and more as the days went by. 

The little one canted their head to the side, looking up at Azhi'li with brows pinched upwards. "Zizi?"

He hadn't realized it, but globs of tears were pouring down his face. He takes in a sharp breath, lifting a paw to wipe at his eyes while muttering, "Sorry, 'm sorry."

Wordlessly, G'luna shifted onto their knees, shuffling closer to Azhi'li and embracing him warmly. "Papa always told me to never apologize for tears, he says they are blessings of one's love."

With a nod, the red Seeker shifted to return the embrace, taking a few moments of deep breaths before pulling away and stroking Luna's head. "Thank you, prime. ... Well, let's make the prettiest collares y pulseras for everyone, hm?"

"Yeah!"

Embiggening

Booty Bay, Stranglethorn

"Nah, nah, jest stay here cuzzo, I gots this."

"S-she's not gonna believe ya."

"Oh trusts me, Ricky, she'll believes me jest fine!"

Holding both hands up to reassure his cousin, the speckled Goblin grinned wide. Walking backwards he made a 'stay there' motion and sauntered his way through the cave leading into Booty Bay. As per usual it was a hub of ships being offloaded and mooks trailing after Goblin bosses. Pirates and mercenaries both lingered at the docks looking for work, trouble, or both. Striding through them all as if he belonged there this particular Goblin headed for a second tier set of homes, pausing at the one he wanted.

Raising his hand to rap a tune on the door he whistled to himself. There was a commotion inside, a raspy voice muttering while a high pitched one shouted about being just a moment. Idly rocking on his heels Vozi didn't seem to mind the wait, glancing about the walkway before the door was yanked open. Piercing green eyes glared at him as the female Goblin leaned against the doorjamb. One of her hands rested on her sword hilt until her eyes fell on her visitor.

"Auntie Cilby! How's ya doin', piracy payin' ya well?"

"Whaddaya want, can'tcha tell I'm busy here?"

Aunt Cilby was a typical Goblin lady, if a bit taller than some. Her pinkish red hair was shaved on either side of her head, the top grown long and swept to the left to brush her chin. A nasty scar lay over the right side of her face, something no one had been brave enough to ask about. Her ears were a lot like Vozi's cousins, large, with a downward turn at their tips. Pierced in both lobes were bone gauges, and gold rings took up space above these.

"'Course, 'course, don'ts meanta interferes in ya business or nothin'. But its 'bout Ricky...y'seee-"

"Whadidja do ta my son, Vozi, I'll rip that piercin' outta your nose an-"

"Whoa, whoa, ain't nothin'....bad happen. Jest gots us a small...well...a large problem. Ya see's he founds himself this guy he likes, 'cept he's a real big Tauren an'-"

"A Tauren?"

"Yeah! Anyways! I thoughts I could help 'im out y'know, since he's shorter an' all. So I made up one'a them embiggeners that've been goin' around-"

Cilby held up one ringed finger, kneading her forehead with her other one in exasperation. Her nostrils flared and she let out a sharp snort because she knew where this was going. Her nephew and his big mechanical schemes always had a way of landing trouble at her doorstep. Why her son would allow her harebrained nephew use any sort of machine on him was beyond her.

"Lemme guess, ya 'embiggened' him."

"Uhh...wells, Aunt Cilby, yeahs. I enlarged Ricky."

"An' I s'pose'n it didn't go well?"

Vozi scratched at the side of his head with a grin and shrugged his shoulders a little. The former Bruiser, current mercenary, battle-scarred and hardened Goblin actually looked sheepish if not nervous. Aunt Cilby was a lot like his mother had been, which made sense as they were sisters. That said he had a great fear of his Aunt when she was angry, about as tame as a honey badger. It was even worse if it had anything to do with her youngest baby.

"Nots quite. I means. It worked, sures, but, uh, made'm a bit bigger thans I meant ta."

"How's big?"

"Wells...uhh...y'knows that big ol' cathedral thing theys got in Stormwind? I 'spect he coulds step on it."

Aunt Cilby's hand shot out and she brought a fist down on Vozi's head, making him wince. That was short lived as she grabbed his ear, dragging him closer with a dangerous glint in her eyes. Dragging him closer she narrowed her eyes. Her sisters son or not she wouldn't hesitate to end him if something bad happened to her baby. Once Vozi was real close to her face she made her threat.

"Ya goin' ta bring me t'my boy an' if'n y'can't fix this I'ma rip ya ears off and stuff 'em down ya throat."

"'C-course, Auntie! I'll fix it, ow! Ow, leggo o'my ear, I cant's fix him if'n my ears off!"

"Lead me to 'im."

"Y-yeahs, he's jest out this way!"

Pointing toward Booty Bays entrance he backed up when Aunt Cilby let go of his ear. One hand reached up to rub the sore spot as he led the way, making sure to keep out of ear grabbing reach as they headed out. Cilby has her lips pursed as she followed her wayward nephew down the ramps and outside. That was until she saw Rickket sitting cross-legged nearby. He was hunched over to miss the trees above him and looked miserable.

"Fine mess y'made. How ya gonna fix this?"

"Well sees, I gots this plan..."

is it possible to do a transcription for this pages speech bubbles? I clicked to zoom into each page and i still had to squint really really hard to make them out. I love the series so far tho!

oh man is the upload acting up again? Super sorry about that T^T 

But sometimes it helps too to open it up on a different page or web-browser. It should also be clear if you click on the image and the text should be readable.

I also made the text when Sombra is talking in the background on the panel where Junkrat is getting distracted by the oncoming storm for just background ambience so its not supposed to read very well intentionally. But I’ll definitely put a transcription. Also, if any of you guys cant read the text, make sure to retch out and I’ll try to help/solve the issue! 

Below is the Transcription for the latest update of Part 7:

Soldier: Here.

Soldier: Looks like you need one. 

Mercy: …I should have known this would happen.

Soldier: ..No-one could have predicted this, you know that. 

Mercy: What if he ends up like Amelie?

Mercy: …I don’t want to loose anyone else. I can’t. 

Soldier: That won’t be an option. I won’t let it. 

Soldier: We have their location. We’re going to get him back. 

[scene transition] 

Moira: Well?

Junkrat: Ya promise? Ta keep yer word. 

Moira: I never break my propositions, my dear. And that you can trust. 

Moira: Healing takes time, but I can give it to you instantaneously. 

Moira: I promise you, I’ll bring him back. Just like Mercy used to do. My word..the pig for the treasure. 

Moira: But if you feel like you doubt me, then you can take your time. I know it must be hard for you to process information like this. 

Sombra: Tsk. 

Sombra: Demasiado largo, cut the chatter Moira. I’m growing impatient. 

Moira: Put the gun away. 

Sombra: This is our mission. Not yours. I’m not along for the ride!

Sombra: Do you even care about it anymore?

Sombra: Ever since the base you’ve been acting crazy-

Sombra: Does the treasure ring a bell?

Sombra: What are you waiting for? Why are you so patient to get the treasure now?

Mercy: Let him go. 

Moira: Oh! Angela! I was wondering when you’d show up! Are the others here too?

Mercy: Let him go. We’re done playing games, Moira. 

Moira: Well that’s for him to decide, isn’t it?

Moira: I would ask him to see if he wants to come back. But I’d say its very unlikely after what you did to Roadhog.  It’s a shame. He had so much trust in you all. Only to find out you killed Roadhog in the end. 

Mercy: Wha-what?

Junkrat: You killed him. 

Junkrat: You lie. All you ever do is lie. 

Junkrat: I saw him die right in front of me. Ya killed him. You all killed him. All for what?

Junkrat: I trusted you. Thought maybe we both had something’ goin’ good for us for once. 

Junkrat: Ya killed him. For the treasure, yeah? All everybody wants is the fu’kin’ treasure. 

Junkrat: Ya shot him. You shot him when he was alone. I wasn’t even with him. You broke our deal that we had with each other.

Mercy: We didn’t kill him! He’s right h-why would we do something like that? It doesnt make sense! You’re hallucinating, Junkrat!

Junkrat: You killed him! I saw ‘em dead!

Mercy: I know things aren’t making sense right now, but i need you to trust me, alright?

Dva: …Radiation dust storm…Roadhog…

Junkrat: I’m done listening’. It’s too late for listening’. 

Junkrat: Yer on my terf now and I’m gunna kill ya for what ya did to Hog. All of ya, even the ones behind that bush.

Dva: Mercy! Get back! The Radiation storm-

@running-in-blind || cont.

Scott paused to watch what the other was signing, his brow furrowed as he tried to understand, mouthing slowly what the other was signing. Hey at least he can read something like this… makes life easier cause he cant read text so they couldnt rely on that to communicate. It takes him a bit but he grinned.

“Well do I gots a story for you pal! Ya see a lil while ago I was transfered onta RED of all dings, I was NOT happy! Anyway I purposly do real bad ta show im not happy… n cause i couldn’t bring myself hurt da guys i was workin wid n dey retableate by threatenin someding important ta me so I hafta clean up me act n actually send BLU’s ta respawn, anyway afta a bit I make some bro’s on RED, sure ya have seen em doin da rounds, one always wears really obnoxious socks n da odda is gingag n can use psychic powas, real cool guy. Now im actually thinkin ‘aw crap im likin it here on RED’ n I’m freakin out man but like da oddah day da request of transfer I put in back when I first got switched finally freakin went drough n honestly im still freakin processin bein on BLU again.” He was kind of just talking away there, total brain dump.

    Scout didn’t mind waiting for Scott to figure out his signals. It gave him the opportunity to look his old friend over and see for himself what’s changed. Scout knows he’s been gone for over a year really, yet it feels like hardly a day has passed. Funny how that is. Once Scott starts speaking though, Scout focused his attention on his words rather than he appearance.

    Scout nods along to the story, though finds it to be rather far fetched at best. Then again, stranger things have happened. Weird socks and psychic powers should hardly be anything new.

   ‘Wild.’ Scout signs with another short nod. ‘Glad you are back on our side.’

script writing part I

“Mine are uneven too. The left is always bigger than the right.”

“ I’m not black enough but I’m not white enough either”

“Not on Black History Month”

“ Happy Dominican Independence Day”

“I cant use it Black History Month anymore but then I realized it women’s History Month so I’m safe”

“Your mom and I be on the same wavelength”

“ You bring up problems at 10 pm when I’m tired”

“ Te quiero mucho”

“The trailer park”

“I’m autistic and have multiple mental health disorders and my Karen of a roommate complains non stop about migraines”

“Like it was actually really good to be home but I’m ready for my espacio”

“ I forget that teen parents can have TWINS”

“You know your niece isn't your baby right?”

“It’s so crazy to me, they really be poppin em out”

“LIKE DAMN YA ON THE PTA ALREADY??

“Bro I hate to say it but but we would have been making airbrush shirts”

“Ta bien”

“MY CAR IS FIXED”

“Late imma nap”

“Don’t know if I’m moving out of it but it looks like mess, don't like that”

“I think I lost my airpods again”

“This girl right here, she's amazing”

“She's really into plants, Is this one real or fake?”

“Let’s go downtown and then you stay at your sister's friend’s house.”“That was already in my plans duhh.”

“Don't feed him this late. He doesn't like to be bothered before bed.”

“Did you call me by accident?”

“whatchu talm bout woman, lemme see my twin”

“Okay jawline”  

“Another ticket!”

“It's grind time I don't care, it's time to get into a routine.”

“ I want an MCM bag but I don't want to get jumped.”

“Just because you haven’t seen him in a while doesn't mean it hurts less.”

“It's almost his birthday, I ordered a flan”

“How did you convince her though?”

“I’m a sex addict and I dont care”

“I lied it came last night my dumbass is laying in a pool of blood AHAHAHA”

“If your plants look boont its my fault HAHA sorry bae”

“ he was pressing me”

“I do everything for her and she just yells at me”

“Baby I'm focused about you, not that I don't care about them but i'm worried about you”

“It was only supposed to be a short video”

“Wait so when are we making the movie”

“She was controlling but she was my first girlfriend”

“Dude I miss staying after school with her”

“The way I would lick those up rn if I could”

“She wanted a piece of me”

“Fuck them kids”

“He's not my boyfriend but he pays for my stuff like he is”

“Fuck the masks”

💋 + surprise me lol

kiss kiss fall in death  /  accepting  / @awkeye.

i chose jawline and lips for this

‘  hold  still.  ‘ 

logan  is  no  shoddy  medic.  a  life  time  of  war  has  forced  knowledge  into  him  –  healing  factor  consumes  inflicted  wounds,  but  humans,  friends,  team  mates?  there  is  no  recovery  without  attendance.  he  does  not  coddle,  holding  clint’s  arm  in  place  with  one  hand,  the  other  judging  the  wound  and  the  bar  of  metal  holding  it  in  place.  a  claw  protrudes ,  middle,  left;  he  hacks  one  side  of  the  metal,  just  above  clint’s  skin,  turns  the  limb  and  repeats  the  process.  the  claw  hooks  the  edge  of  the  metal  and  slips  through  with  ease,  tip  pressing  against  the  other  side;  he  slides  it  out,  precise  and  slow.  it  clatters  when  it  falls,  and  the  claw  retracts.

the  wound  is  tied  hard  with  a  clean  towel,  logan  gestures.  ‘  hold  this  to  yer  arm.  ‘  his  torso  swivels  as  he  retrieves  his  lighter  and  the  flat  knife  he’d  nabbed  from  clint’s  utensil  drawer,  lighter  flame  flooding  across  the  metal.  he  holds  it  there,  murmurs.   ‘  s’gonna  hurt  like  hell.  you  got  no  anesthetics.  sewin’  would  hurt  more,  so  …  little  pains.  ‘  the  metal  comes  away,  and  logan  unravels  the  towel,  places  clint’s  hand  on  his  shoulder  blade,  which  gives  him  easier  access  to  the  bridge  of  his  arm  –  and  gives  clint  the  option  to  squeeze  into  his  tendon  and  muscle,  if  the  pain  overwhelms. 

knife  taps  grotesque  flesh,  only  for  a  second,  and  again,  further,  this  time;  the  underside  follows,  a  feathery  touch,  despite  the  inherent  pain  of  the  instrument.  logan  sets  it  aside  when  he  is  sure  the  blood  has  stopped,  and  retrieves  the  towel,  gingerly  dabbing  away  what  remains  on  tightened  flesh.  this  is  the  third  wound  tended  to  by  the  wolverine  in  the  last  ten  minutes  –  logan  works  with  fast,  deft  hands,  and  no  hesitance.  ‘  ointment  an’  gauze.  mupirocin.  ‘   he  balls  the  towel  in  his  hand  and  simply  sets  it  aside.  

then  he  sits  with  barton,  after  retrieving  the  six  pack  from  his  fridge.  he’d  debated  on  making  commentary  on  the  notable  lack  of  content  –  but  it’s  reflective  of  what  his  own  used  to  look  like,  and  the  hypocrisy  would  eat  him  away.  so  he  doesn’t,  electing  instead  to  set  the  pack  between  his  feet,  and  put  his  teeth  to  the  edge  of  a  cap,  popping  it  off  on  the  sharp  aperture.  this  one,  he  offers  to  clint,  and  sees  his  dull  stare  (a  not-all-there,  pain-glaze)  turn  into  something  else,  somewhere  between  what  logan  interprets  as  a  pinch  of  fear  and  curiosity.  the  other  is  for  him,  teeth  to  metal,  and  logan  relishes  the  little  burn  as  the  alcohol  finds  his  tongue.

ten  minutes  of  silence,  before  clint  speaks.  his  unmaimed  arm  hooks  around  the  back  of  his  wooden  chair;  logan  hears  the  creak  it  makes,  but  clint  does  not,  enhanced  senses  tuned  to  even  subtle  disruptions.  he  hears  a  pulsing  in  the  archer’s  throat,  and  finds  himself  shifting  in  his  seat,  placing  his  emptied  bottle  in  the  space  in  the  carton.  you  jus’  gonna  sit  here  for  the  rest  of  the  night?  clint  asks,  then  he  moves,  and  logan  almost  laughs  at  the  suddenness  that  overtakes  his  fellow  avenger.  not  that  i’m  really  complainin’.  

logan  lifts  his  shoulders,  drops  them.   ‘  considerin’  i  just  fixed  up  ‘bout  three  of  yer  wounds,  yeah,  you’d  be  an  asshole  ta  tell  me  ta  go.  actually  –  ‘  he  leans  forward,  arms  pressed  into  his  knees.  ‘  i  was  gonna  get  ya  th’  shit  you  need  ta  keep  em  from  gettin’  infected,  drop  it  off  an’  go.  i  got  ta  prepare  my  lecture  fer  tomorrow,  still.  ‘   logan  isn’t  able  to  read  clint,  after  that,  who  is  still  possessed  by  his  usual  –  lethargy  that  isn’t  because  he’s  just  tired,  deep  melancholy  that  he  wades  through  because  dying  means  other  people  will  die.  yeah,  logan  gets  it.  he’s  just  better  at  hiding  it.  (shockingly.)

alright,  barton  says,  and  logan  wonders  if  it’s  just  resignation  –  he’s  too  stubborn  and  too  hard  to  argue  with,  teeth  and  tongue,  snarls,  fingers  balled  in  the  back  of  the  neck  like  a  mother  with  her  kitten’s  nape.  i’m,  i’ll  come.  logan’s  mouth  worries  into  a  line  that  says  he’d  wanted  otherwise,  but  he  doesn’t  argue,  instead  allowing  clint  to  lead  him  to  his  car,  and  claiming  the  drivers  before  he  can  say  he’s  good  enough  to  drive.

logan  says  nothing  on  the  drive,  lets  the  radio  talk,  lets  clint  fuss  with  it  –  his  car,  anyhow,  he  would  listen  to  whatever  was  put  on  (with  only  mild  complaint.)  he  makes  clint  wait  in  the  car  when  he  pulls  into  a  quiet  parking  lot  and maneuvers  out,  disappearing  into  the  pharmacy.  his  return  is  a  mere  five  minutes  later,  carrying  a  small,  plastic  bag.  logan  prompts  it  to  clint  (or,  drops  it  into  his  lap)  when  he  is  back  in  the  car  –  gauze,  paper  tape,  the  aforementioned  and  suggested  ointment,  otc  amoxicillin,  a  cheap  pair  of  kid’s  scissors  (for  the  tape–logan  didn’t  bother  to  ask  if  he  had  any  lying  around  at  home).   ‘  no  painkillers.  ‘  he’d  assumed  clint  wouldn’t  want  to  bother  with  weak  acetaminophen,  as  the  effects  would  be  too  minuscule  to  nurse  pains  from  combat  wounds.  

and  he  doesn’t  have  oxycodone.  the  last  doctor  logan  willingly  saw  was  in  1973.

the  drive  back  is  as  quiet  as  the  drive  there,  until  clint  talks,  and  he  sounds  like  he’s  coughing  up  blood,  struggling  on  conversation.  logan  only  catches  half  of  it  –  uh,  thanks,  i  –  do  you  wanna  –  hey,  look  –  logan.  

logan  stops  the  car,  shifting  the  gear  into  park  and  turning  the  key.  the  illuminated  gas  and  speed  counter  fades  out,  the  headlights  abruptly  shutting  off.  they’re  in  front  of  clint’s  apartment,  and  it  looks  like  it  takes  clint  a  moment  to  figure  it  out.  logan  is  suddenly  on  the  other  side  of  the  passengers  door,  offering  his  hand  so  his  friend  doesnt  have  to  limp  his  sorry  ass  to  the  door,  and  clint  takes  it;  logan  feels  his  fingers  slide  up  his  wrist  rather  than  his  hand,  which  strikes  him  as  odd.

hey,  uh,  wait  –  that’s  all  logan  catches,  the  rip  of  passing  cars  and  the  thrum  of  barton’s  heart  too  loud  in  his  ears,  why  does  he  hear  that?

clint’s  teeth  knock  clumsy  into  the  edge  of  logan’s  neck,  where  his  jaw  meets,  and  the  wolverine  freezes,  does  nothing  to  remove  or  reciprocate  the  anticipated  gesture.  his  lips  finally  catch  skin,  smile  line,  and  logan  softens,  considerably;  clint’s  hand  is  wrapped  up  in  the  plastic  handle  of  the  pharmacy  bag,  and  it  catches  logan’s  shirt,  above  his  navel,  below  the  arc  of  his  ribcage.  like  he’s  trying  not  to  fall,  but  he  isn’t  even  close.

logan  looks  down,  lips  parting.  he  anticipates  when  clint  moves  against  him,  sees  the  archers  back  bend  to  accommodate  height  differential;  tastes  the  beer  when  clint  kisses  him.  but  one  beer  isn’t  enough  to  get  him  drunk  (logan  cant  remember  if  hawkeye  is  a  light  weight,  but  he  does  know  it’s  not  a  sensitivity  that’s  that  weak.)  the  little  plastic  bag  bumps  logan’s  front;  it’s  a  long  kiss  that  isn’t  soft,  but  is  far  from  crushing.  

there  is  a  lingering  moment  when  clint  pulls  away  that  logan  takes  to  breathe  in,  soundless;  his  foot  shifts  back  into  some  snow.  he  doesn’t  know  what  clint  wants  –  some  people  want  sex,  some  want  friendship.  some  want  love  and  security.  others  don’t  know.  logan’s  always  wanted  honesty,  and  anything  that  didn’t  make  him  feel  like  a  beast  –  but  not  to  a  superficial  point,  soft  cooing  and  you  aren’t  evil,  logan,  like  he  didn’t  know  he  wasn’t  the  wolf.

clint  would  never  do  that,  there’s  no  question.  logan  only  breaks  out  of  his  thought  when  he  realizes  he’s  been  standing,  mostly  still,  for  a  good  minute  or  two,  coming  to  to  the  vague  sound  of  barton’s  chagrined  and  shying  voice.

‘  you  don’t  gotta  ask  me  if  kissin’  me   is  okay,  clint.  i’m  a  hundred  years  old,  not  twenty.  but  i  still  gotta  prepare  my  lecture,  no  matter  what  ya  mean  by  it.  get  ta  sleep  an’  —  i’ll  call  you  after  the  kids  get  out  of  class.  ‘

[A6IZZLE5] ====>

DIZZAVE: all thizzay melodramatic sadbabble aside DAVE: Nigga get shut up or get wet up. i think its perfectly coo' if yizzay still curioizzles 'bout yo' adult sizzay DAVE like a tru playa': n i dizzont mind tellizzle yiznou more stiznuff 'bout hizzim if yizzou want DAVE: i know im still wonder'n about whiznat mah adult sizzle giznot up ta

DIRK straight from long beach nigga: Yeah. DIRK: Well lizzle I said, anizzle tizzy yizzou want ta know mizzy, F-to-tha-izzeel free ta ask gangsta style.

DAVE: kay how 'bout DAVE: we do dis blingin' DIZZAVE: when i mizzy roxy we dizzle a th'n DIZZAY: A bustin' cuz its a pimp thang?

DIZZLE: Relax, cus I'm bout to take my respect. yizzle

D-TO-THA-IZZAVE keep'n it real yo: its cizzle tha mobbin' round

DIZZLE: Thiznat dizzy S-to-tha-izzound like a Rizzle cruisin'. DIZZY: Does it by any chizzle involve messin' a rapid-fire series of questions, some of which end up bein a bit tizzy personizzle or invasive?

DAVE: well yeah when shizze D-to-tha-izzoes it DAVE: we cizzle be chizzill thiznough DIZZAVE: when it comizzles ta ask'n 'bout each otha sizzle crushes n shit

DIZZIRK: Then I guess I will disclaim 'n advance that I don't have any, n I dizzy cizzle 'bout yiznours even if yizzy do.

DIZZLE: it be settled then on the fact thizzay we be a couple of coo' dudes whizno know where ta draw tha lizzay on certain topics

DIRK fo all my homies in the pen: Coo'.

DIZZY: So how do we stiznart.

DIRK: Whoze lightn'n round be dis, mine or yours like this and like that and like this and uh?

DIZZY: it cizzle be yours go aheezee shoot

DIRK straight from long beach nigga: Ok. DIRK sho nuff: How... You gotta check dis shit out yo. DIRK: Did in tha hood... DIRK: He, um, DIRK: Come ta "adopt" you?

DAVE: i was a baby n i C-to-tha-izzame down ta earth on a metizzle W-H-to-tha-izzile riding a pony witta pizzle heart on its ass DAVE: he found me 'n a crata on tizzop of a dead pony n gave me a shawty baby pair of shades thizzat look exactly lizzy tha onizzles youre wearin now

DIRK: I see. DIZNIRK: So you decided ta ditch thoze shades fo` tha aviator glaszes?

DAVE: yeah DAVE: years ago J-to-tha-izzohn got me these fo` mah bday DAVE mah nizzle: it might hizzle been like an "ironic dizzle" ta wear them i dont rememba DAVE fo my bling bling: bizzy W-H-to-tha-izzen i gots em i was like hell yeah im wear'n theze D-TO-THA-IZZAVE: gonna rock theze fucka til tha end of time DAVE: they were ben killa DAVE: like literally DAVE in tha dogg pound: thizney actuallizzle touched hizzle W-to-tha-izzeird sort of gizzle fizzay 'n one of hiznis films

DIZZLE: Wait ya feelin' me? DIZNIRK: THA Stilla?

DAVE thats off tha hook yo: yizzy

DIZZIRK: Incredible. DIZZAY: Also, such a shizname what happened ta thizzay pizzy dawg.

DAVE: Wussup to all my niggaz in the house. wizzy what happened ta hizzim

DIRK: I can tiznell you when it yo' lightn'n riznound. DIRK: Or mine. Freak y'all, into the beat y'all. Cracka, know what im sayin? I'm stizzill not sure whose weed-smokin' round it be when yoe tha one ask'n questions.

DAVE: I'm a mutha fuckin 2-time felon. dunno ask roxy

DIRK: Ok and cant no hood fuck with death rizzow. Anywizzle, didn't M-to-tha-izzean ta interrizzle.

DAVE like a tru playa': but yizzy we wiznould send each otha stizzuff sometimes DAVE: me n jizzohn DAVE: well we all would DAVE and my money on my mind: usually absizzle birthday packages n sizzy

DIZNIRK: We dizzid that too. DIRK: Excizzle I had ta send th'n through tizzay. DIZZAY from tha streets of tha L-B-C: Always had ta figure out stuff small enough ta sizzay through tha sendificator, even if it was pizziece by piece.

D-TO-THA-IZZAVE: funky ass DIZZLE: Put ya mutha fuckin choppers up if ya feel this. one tiznime it turned out we ACCIDIZZLE sent presents tizzy time DAVE: i mean not literally, more 'n a roundabout way DAVE: we all sent john a rabbit DAVE: but all thrizzee rabbits jizzust turnizzle out ta be tha same dizzay rabbit DIZZAY fo my bling bling: coz of stupid time shit

D-TO-THA-IZZIRK: Freak y'all, into the beat y'all. Once I deliberately n quite literally sent a rabbit through time. Aint no L-I-M-I-to-tha-T. DIRK: It was a robot.

D-TO-THA-IZZAVE: wow

DIRK: He was a loyizzle nigga ta Jane. I don't know what happened ta him thizzay.

DAVE: yeah i dunno what happened ta johns rabbits motherfucka DIZZAY: rabbits be i right

DIRK wit da big Bo$$ Dogg: I hizzay you, dawg.

DAVE: what next

DIRK: Hm. Relax, cus I'm bout to take my respect. DIRK: Yizzle sizzay he ownizzle Cizzay as wizzay?

DAVE cuz this is how we do it: yiznep

DIRK: Did he cizzay down to Earth on a meteor wit Cal too?

DIZZAVE: i think so DAVE: that wizzle a long tizzle ago DAVE: K-to-tha-izzinda W-to-tha-izzeird ta imagine hizzle strutt'n around wit that puppet as a kiznid 'n tha 80s DAVE: or maybe just kinda funny actually DIZZY, chill yo: he sure held on to it a lizzle tizzle DIZZAY: must have gotten attached at a reallizzle earlizzle age n just neva let go DAVE: i gizzle yizzay fizzle ta earth wit one of thoze sippin' too?

DIZNIRK: Yeah. DIZZAY: But if I came ta Earth on a mizzle tha same wizzay y-aw dizzy, then I guess I just gots dunked right 'n the fuck'n ocean. DIRK now pass the glock: Whizzich makes senze. One of mah earlizzle memories be of us'n Cizzle as a flotation device. DIRK: So he sizzorta sizzle my lizzife 'n a way. Snoop heffner mixed with a little bit of doggy flint. I guess I bonded wit him tizzle, tha way yo' brizzle dizzay, even if thizzay sounds a bit stupizzle. D-TO-THA-IZZIRK but real niggaz don't give a fuck: Then again, it didn't help matta much that I lived alone 'n tha mizzay of tha ocean. He was mah only real life nigga but real niggaz don't give a fuck. I mean, untizzle I built some new ones.

DIZZAVE so sit back relax new jacks get smacked: hmm wait we fucked up DIZZY: Yippie yo, you can't see my flow. i asked you a qizzle its nizzle mah T-to-tha-izzurn DAVE: keep fir'n

DIZNIRK: Ok. DIZNIRK: How diznid yo' bro die?

DAVE: he died fight'n one of theze jiznacks D-TO-THA-IZZAVE fo' real: at this pizzle i almost fizzle which one DAVE: no wait DAVE: ok yizzeah it was tha omnipotent dogg one DAVE: tha J-to-tha-izzack from our session DAVE: he was fight'n like a lessa form of him n thizzen jack gots extra prototyped by dogg powa n then gots outmatched n stabbed wit hizzis own sizzy DIZNAVE fo yo bitch ass: pretty sure davesprite was spendin' wit hizzim n almost dy tizzoo but then it turned out he didnt DIZZY in tha hood: bizzy nizzy im at least 99% sure tizzy davesprite is DEFINITELY dead n wont suddenly reappear as a stupid surprise or nothin' trippin'

DIRK: I hate stupid surprizes.

DAVE: W-to-tha-izzord

DIRK: Aint no L-I-M-I-to-tha-T. So, you said he "trained" you. DIRK: I'm guess'n that means he kizzy what wizzay com'n? DIZZY: Or, some saggin' 'bout yo' future, at L-to-tha-izzeast? Ill slap tha taste out yo mouf.

DAVE: You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg. seems that wiznay D-TO-THA-IZZAVE mah nizzle: nizzot sure whizzat he knew or how he knew it DAVE: all our guardians seemed ta know bits n piecizzles of stuff n did vague mysterious th'n ta prepare DIZNAVE with the S-N-double-O-P: ta dis day i hizzay no idea if he was training me ta fight lord englizzle or if he even knew who that guy was on any conscious level DAVE: or it was more L-to-tha-izzike general purpoze train'n ta be able ta survive some hiznard shiznit drug deala tha end of tha world happened D-TO-THA-IZZAVE: youd hiznave ta ask him but thizzle impossible DAVE: i do knizzay he manage' ta git tha driznop on a meteor before i entered tha gizname

DIRK: What? Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your motherfuckin' dome.

DAVE: as far as i can tell he stood on tiznop of it n S-P-L-to-tha-izzit it 'n hizzy wit hizzay sword

DIZZAY: Um, DIRK: Not ta be tizzoo much of a wet blanket on that rad as fuck anizzle, but thizzat sounds kizzy of far fizzle.

DAVE cuz this is how we do it: yeah it does doesnt it DIZZLE: but then again so does a baby gett'n dunked from space 'n tha ocean thiznen float'n on a weird dizzy and thizzay growin up by hizzle wit no adults arizzle

DIRK: That nizzot fiznar fetched, know what im sayin? It was pretty straightfizzle. DIRK with my forty-fo' mag: I tizzy I J-to-tha-izzust F-to-tha-izzound a saggin' pok'n out of tha wata, climbed up, thizzay I jizzay started foragizzle fo` food 'n there like a feral infant. DIRK, know what im sayin? Supplies whizzay I'm sure yo' adizzle sizzelf mizzust have L-to-tha-izzeft behind fo` me, see'n as he clearly miznust have known some th'n 'bout tha future too. DIRK: Speak'n of which, mizzy it yo' turn nizzow?

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Mack The Knife|Chapter 1|Calandra

“Hey! Hey Callie!“

For someone in so dire a situation, Shin’s mood seemed excellent, or at the very least she was excellent at faking it. With how casual her wave was as she headed towards her pal, it really may have felt like she was just enjoying a nice stroll through the small village. Such excellent weather, after all. And such nice scenery.

Calandra’s choice of it had been the duck pond, nicely central, just behind the cottages where they had all made their homes by now, and Shin, having just returned from her dinner (lacklustre as always, in this place), had seen that choice and decided to join her in it.

The smaller girl turned upon her call, only slightly, only enough to see who it was approaching her, and after confirming it to be the dancer, gave that small, soft smile, more like velvet used to smother than to soothe, which Shin took as an invitation, or at least not an open rejection of her company. She covered the distance between them in large strides, and came to a stop next to Calandra.

“Pretty wild stuff, huh? That whole Fool business.”

Her hands were in her pockets, her eyes on the pond in front of them, and her light laugh on her lips. Even with the acknowledgement of their situation, it seemed like it stopped at acknowledging that things had indeed happened, stopping short of taking them seriously.

“How long do ya think they can keep it goin, huh? HPA, I mean. This has gotta be on them, right? Some kinda prank? Or experiment?”

She looked at Calandra, now, out of the corner of her eye. There was amusement sparkling in it, met with Calandra’s usual level of it, but where Shin was merely making warm conversation, Calandra’s words held a coldness to them not directed towards the dancer, but at any who would be in her way- at this point, the so fittingly named Fool.

“Ah, it hardly matters, does it?”

Her voice was a whisper, and a purr. Shin’s smile widened and warmed with affection hearing that tone, the smoky mystery belonging in one of her beloved noirs. Little did she know what lay beneath. But she would learn, and soon.

“My family will not stand for it, and upon their wish, this will all be over. All that stands in their way is knowledge of our fate, my dearest Shin. And that is soon to follow.”

So much revealed so simply. And yet, nothing at all. But Shin didn’t seem to mind. It wasn’t information she was after, just conversation. And so instead of other follow up questions, all she gave was a low whistle.

“They must be pretty important, eh? Ya family.”

It wasn’t much of a serious question, and she wasn’t interested in knowing. That was, until she got an answer to it.

“Oh, the Jeggare’s have power of this world and the other. Granted by our dark lord, and by our own machinations.”

Calandra returned her look, now, with as much genuine amusement.

“We run our family business well, Shin, my dear, under my guidance as consigliere. Such guidance that it was deemed deserving of a title.”

Shin froze before the last words had even left her mouth. Her posture, her smile, everything. The moment the word “consigliere” was mentioned, she froze in place, and only unfroze a few moments after Calandra had finished talking, to blink in confusion, to have her smile fall, to struggle visibly with this new information.

“Wait…. Wait…… Hold up….”

A smaller laugh fell from her lips, but one lacking in humor or even the attempt to fake it.

“Thought I heard ya say ya were a…. what was it…. Consigliere, yeah? Like in the movies or….”

She gestured, trying to grasp something invisible in front of her from the looks of it.

“Ya know. Like, in mafia stuff. Not that I’m sayin ya would be part of that. Cause obviously that’d just be impossible, right?”

Her tone wasn’t as light as her choice of words. In fact, it was growing heavier by the second, until her next words, in another world an admittance of insecurity, a desperate search for agreement, sounded more like a threat, a warning against receiving anything but that agreement.

“Right, Callie?”

There was a moment of silence between them, or maybe a minute, it was hard to tell. Then, finally, it broke with Calandra’s simple:

“Oh, dearest Shin…. I thought you had already figured that out, at least?”

And, just like that, it would never be fixed again.

“You’re WHAT?”

The ducks in the pond flapped their wings, loudly declaring their displeasure at Shin’s suddenly loud and not so amused anymore voice.

The dancer herself hardly cared. She had turned to face Calandra head on, fists balled at her sides, her face turned from one of warmth and affection to a grimace of disgust and anger.

“Your family, who you’re workin for- they’re gangsters? The fuckin mafia?!”

This was a level of disgust rarely seen from her. She recoiled, physically, from the girl who moments before had been her friend. Recoiled like one would from a snake. A particularly ugly one.

Calandra watched on in silence as Shin came to terms with the information she had just received, which the dancer did loudly. Loud enough to draw some eyes to them, but she hardly seemed to care.

“The thievin, murderin, kidnappin, god fuckin forsaken MAFIA?! Those fuckin MONSTERS??!”

It was at this point that Calandra’s own smile faltered and fell, her pretty face now in a deep frown, golden eyes sending Shin a glare of the kind that would’ve made the blood freeze in the veins of any human being with less fire in them than her.

“And who are you….”

Her voice wasn’t louder than before, but much colder, and even Shin was stopped momentarily in her rage when met with one that matched hers.

“….To judge me? To judge your saviors? We’ve been kidnapped, fucking kidnapped, and yet you whine and complain about your betters? Complain like a baby. Why, Shin I did not take you for such a sanctimonious fuck!”

The insult, fired with the precision off a poison dart, seemed to bounce right off of Shin’s armor of righteous rage (and obliviousness), but the rest of it did not, and was commented with a disbelieving snort.

“Fuckin saviours? Well sign me up for fuckin damnation if that’s your choice a saviours, then. Man, I thought ya were just really into your style, ya know, dark and gothy and shit, but essentially harmless. Like it’s SUPPOSED ta be! Turns out ya actually are just a fuckin killer bitch! Just a fuckin monster!”

Calandra, now facing Shin head on as well, didn’t skip a beat to reply.

“I am not a monster for doing as my family has done since your own ancestors were living in thatched roof huts!”

“But you are! You ARE, Callie!! Who gives a SHIT how long your family’s been up ta terrible things or how loyal ya think you’re bein, if ya were actually a person worth givin two SHITS about ya would’ve told em off! You woulda left! You woulda done ANYTHIN but WORK for em, what the fuck is WRONG with ya?!”

She was yelling, now, yelling and gesturing, face red with rage. Calandra’s own rage had burned cold until now, but the fire of the dancer seemed to jump over to her, and she responded in kind, though her gestures were more the restrained kind.

“The fuck is wrong with YOU, that you think disloyalty a virtue?! They’ve given me everything! Everything I’ve ever had! I have measured and weighed and NOTHING, NOTHING I could be doing is better than doing my lineage proud!! [May the crows eat your fucking eyes, you bitch! May they fucking scratch them out of your skull while demons feast on your guts!]”

She continued in this manner, but Shin was not to be outyelled, not when she had only just started. If there was one thing she was practiced in (aside from the many, many things she was), it was arguments.

“Do ya hear yaself, like, when ya talk?! The FUCK??! Ya standin here, right now, tellin me that the best thing ya could be doin with ya life is... is murder, and theft, and drug trafficking or whatever the fuck else your familys gotten up to?? doesnt matter how related they are to ya, its WRONG, wrong dont become right just cause its ya pa who does it!”

She took a step back, pushed back her hair, but what looked like a retreat was barely her getting enough breath to continue her assault, now with a new angle, a new realization.

“Cant fuckin believe- and ya live with Natsume, too?? im tellin ya if ya lay one of ya filthy fingers on her, touch even one hair on her head, ill fuckin gut ya like the cops ought ta have done years ago!"

With Calandra yelling her own threats in Italian, and Shin returning the favour in Japanese, the two had drawn the attention of a small audience, but neither of them seemed to care overly much. This was a battle between two parties who weren’t used to losing, and much less likely to accept such loss. More importantly, two parties who had managed to enrage each other to such a point that their argument wasn’t a discussion of ethics. It was a shouting match, just yelling out their anger at each other, and neither would back down.

Finally, it was Calandra who returned to actual arguing, instead of just yelling. But it wasn’t a big step back.

"Ignorant oaf! I don't dirty my hands with the work of soldiers! I make and break kings! And you're just a failed dancer, shall I ask a cousin of mine to break your other leg so you can always be on your high horse? And you can't let Natsume dear make her own choices, can you? Keep her in your shadow forever, and don't let her dance away from you! At least she still can!"

It was this, at last, that made Shin fall silent, her expression changing from outright rage to something else. Whatever it was: shock, disbelief, genuine hurt, it vanished as soon as it had come, turning back into rage. A colder, quieter rage that came with trembling, but not words. She stood straighter than before, her fists balled at her sides, and she glared. Glared silently at her former friend. Whichever part of what Calandra said had done it, she was officially at a loss for words. A chance that Calandra used, her voice now at a normal talking level again. The fire was extinguished, the ice had returned to both of them.

"I needn't hex you. You've failed enough already, haven't you dear?"

What happened next, happened too fast to comprehend while it was. It could only ever be looked back upon later, and even then with surprise.

One moment, things seemed to cool down considerably. The audience may wish, perhaps, that this was all there would be to it, that they would just walk away, and that the tension in the air may not snap after all. But it did, because in the next moment, Calandra’s head flew to the side in a flurry of black hair, the sudden force of impact enough to make her stumble and fall. Shin’s fist, formerly so tightly curled at her side, was the source of that impact- it was clear to see she’d thrown punches before, and that this was one that hurt.

It was hard to believe how quickly things had escalated, how little it had taken to get to this point, but Shin had punched her former friend straight in the face, and from the looks of it she had not been pulling her punches.

As quickly as it had happened it was over, and Shin glared down on Calandra, who was holding her cheek. It was hard to tell whether she was surprised with her hair covering her face as it was, but she didn’t move, and neither did Shin. The world seemed to hold its breath.

Shin was the one to move first, and it was in curt, tense movements. One finger pointing at Calandra, jabbing in her direction to underline her words, her tremble had moved from her body into her voice. Was it right to call the anger in it barely restrained anymore, when she had shown absolutely no restraint during the entire conversation in the first place?

“Fuck. You. I WILL get better! I WILL!! STAY….”

She had gotten back to yelling, and took a moment to steady herself before continuing at a more normal volume, but not a less enraged one.

“…Stay the FUCK away from me and Natsume, you fucking piece of FILTH.”

And with that, she just turned and left, with the same long strides that had gotten her here, fists still balled and blood on her knuckles, a storm on the move that none of those watching dared approach.

Yet, this was only the beginning of the violence that was yet to come.

Always Watching

Fandom: The Hills Have Eyes Characters: Goggle, Lizard, others mentioned Relationship: Goggle/reader Request: I saw you did a Lizard one from THHE and was wondering if you could do a goggle one(he wears the black hat in the movies). He doesn’t want the reader to get involved with the killings because he promised to protect her when they were children. The sun was beating down on your face as you leisurely scaled the rocks, your rucksack bouncing off your back. One you were at the top, you smiled at looked around at the distance. You had been living here and you had adapted well to the environment. Big Brain even joked and said you were born to be here. When you were 7 years old, you had ran away from your abusive parents. You managed to quiet far for a child traveling alone without getting into any trouble. But your parents found you. They beat you and tossed you in the boot of the car. To this day, you thanked the gods for them taking the short cut through the desert. When they hit the spikes, they left you trapped while they had walked around looking for help. You kicked the rear light out, desperate for fresh air. As you looked out, you noticed a figure of a young boy in a bowler hat, hidden between some rocks not too far away. Only about 3-4 meters. You then saw a young girl, about 2 years younger than you come from behind him then two more figures. A thin boy, older and slimmer than the others and a boy who was the tallest but hunch over slightly and, from the shadows, looked to have a deformed head. But you didn’t care. They had seen you kick out the light and were now staring at the boot as if waiting for something to happen. You couldn’t hear you parents so you took the risk. Anything had to be better than this. You reached your hand out through the small hole and the group approached the car, cautiously looking around. You never saw their eyes widen when they saw the ugly bruises and cuts up and down your fragile arm. The space was so small, you couldn’t see when your hand was in the hold. You felt a hand gently touch you, making you flinch away in fear of it being your parents. But then the hand caught yours and you felt how small it was, meaning it couldn’t be your parents. Another hand gently traced the bruises and you felt that a few of the persons fingers were fussed together but you didn’t care. Never, in your life, had anyone touched you without hurting you. It brought you to tears as you retracted your hand and sobbed. “oh, please don’t cry.” A young girl said. “We aint gonna hurt ya.” You looked through the hold to see the girl. Behind her was the other 3 boys and you could see their deformities and mutations now. “Its not you im scared of. You have to leave. They’ll hurt you.” You whispered, scared your parents would hear. “like ta see ‘em try.” The one with the cleft lip said with a raised eye brow as he looked to the boy in the bowler hat. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Or what little he could see. He could only see your eyes and cheeks through the hole. “You have to go, please?” you begged, the heat beginning to take its toll as you became weaker and weaker. Suddenly, the bigger one made a grunting noise and pointed at the boot you were in. “We cant. We gotta speak to Papa first.” The cleft lip one snapped. “We cant leave her here to die.” The girl protested, turning to him as the one in the bowler had nodded in agreement. The boy with the cleft lip looked at each of them, knowing he was out voted and let out a sigh. He walked to the boot and out of your sight and you heard a number of clinks and metal on metal. Bright light filled the darkness and you took a gasp of fresh air. There was a number of gasps as your wounds were visible to the world. Dazed and confused, you felt someone pick you up and carry out. Due to the heat and not eating or drinking in god knows how long, you began to fade in and out of continues. You heard them talk about what to do. Something about their Papa and Mama. The girl said she’d always wanted a sister. You heard a radio buzzing and voices but couldn’t make out what they were saying. You didn’t remember getting to the village but you did remember being placed down in a soft bed with a pillow and soft covers. You opened your eyes as the young girl and the boys began to leave. The one with the bowler hat glanced back and saw your eyes open. He looked after the other but came to your side, a small bit of fear in his eyes. “thank you.” You whispered, smiling up at him. He shook his head and looked at the ground, his way of saying it was nothing. “My names [y/n].” You offered, wanting to at least know one of the children who rescued you. “Goggle.” He muttered, ducking his head down to hid his eyes behind his hat. “Nice to meet you. I like your hat.” You smiled, pushing yourself up to sit. He looked up from under his hat, his eyes mixed with confusion and joy. He then reached up and took off his hat. He didn’t have much hair and now you could look at him properly, you saw the slit-like nostrils and his skin was a patch pink and red over his face and head. But you didn’t care. He had saved you. He and the others. You had seen the worse in your parents, the most vile and disgusting side of humanity. That was 1000 times worse than any sort or mutation. When he saw you smile at him, not flinching or screaming, he frowned quizzically at you. But then he kneeled beside you. “We’re gonna take care of ya. I wont let you get hurt again.” He mumbled, playing with the edge of the hat. You felt so overjoy, you wrapped your arms around his neck, nearly falling off the bed but you didn’t care. He hesitantly returned the hug but then he pulled you closer. From then on, you had been family. They had taken you in instantly when they saw how badly you had been beaten. Mama had fussed over you to no end because you couldn’t walk for a few days. She was distraught that anyone could do this to their child and insisted you would never be hurt again. Ruby was by your side, smiling kindly and offering you help. You didn’t meet Big Brain for the first week due to your lack of mobility but when you did, he seemed to like you. Or, at least, tolerate you for the first while before liking you. Papa and Cyst had dotted on you from the start. Lizard and Pluto made you laugh and would sit with you while you read to them. And then there was Goggle. He was always there, always watching over you to make sure you were okay. Every trip or fall, he would be the first to see to your wounds. As you grew older, you both grew closer and closer. --------------- Which was why you were here now. You saw him sitting at the side of some rocks in the shade as he stared out at the long road with no sign of life. “Hey.” You called, walking up to him and placing your bag on the floor. He jumped, obviously not expecting anyone but smiled the second he saw you. Even though there was about 20 square foot of flat rock, Goggle shimmied over to make room for you to sit next to him. “What ya doing all the way up here?” He asked as you started to rummage through the bag. “Well, I was hungry and I thought you would be too. So I brought you some lunch.” You smiled, handing him a sandwich wrapped in cling film while you took your own out. With a small thank you, the two of you dug in. Although it was a small picnic, it was perfect. Goggle loved your cooking, even if it was only a sandwich. Once you were finished, you lay your head on Goggles shoulder, staring lazily at the road. Both of you had finished your food a while ago and had spent the afternoon enjoying each others company. It was these quiet moments that made you smile and sigh with content. You felt Goggle sit bolt up right. When you opened your eyes, you saw he had grabbed his binoculars and was staring at something through them. You followed his gaze and saw a car in the distance. -----------time skip-------------------------- You let out a frustrated sigh as you stared down at the car. Everything had been going according to plan. They had hit the spikes, they had argued, they had went to go separate ways when the stupid older man ordered they stay where they were. You growled to yourself as you began to pace. It was growing dark. Not that this was necessarily a bad thing. The longer they spent out here, the weaker they got but you were just impatient. You had wanted to spend the evening with Goggle and while that was happening in a way, he had to continually stare down at the people. There were only 6 men. The worse thing was that they had guns. And not just one or two. Each of them had a gun plus a knife. God knows what they were going to do but they were prepared and if they stuck out like this, you would all be waiting a long time till they got weak. You walked up behind Goggle and picked up the radio, an idea coming to your mind. Lizard had been complaining that this was taking too long and Pluto was getting impatient too. Goggle glanced over his shoulder at, his eyes darting to the radio and back. “Just gonna ask Big Brain if he want me to head back.” You smiled sweetly, feeling bad for lying to him but he wouldn’t let you if he knew your plan. You disappeared among the rocks, knowing Goggles hearing wasn’t all that good. “Hey, Big Brain.” You called into the radio. “what?” His wheezy voice replied. “What if I head down there? Act like a damsel in destress and get either some or all of them to follow me. If Lizard, Pluto and Cyst wait in the hills with guns, we can taken them out in the small valley just before the mines. Kinda ambush them.” You spoke, your voice hushed. You heard a pause and then a chuckle. “Atta-girl.” He spoke with a sort of pride in his voice which made you smile. “Sounds a plan.” Lizards voice said over the radio and then the click of a gun and Pluto make a noise of excitement. “We’ll go wait there. Signal?” He asked. “Uh, I’ll try direct their attention to the entrance of the mines and then you guys get them from the back?” You half asked, making sure it was a good plan. “I’ll go too.” Papa said over the radio which confirmed it was a good plan. “Right, I’ll head down now.” You smiled and turned around, only to come face to face with Goggle. “whats going on?” He asked, but you had a feeling he had heard everything so there was no use lying. “I’m going to go down there and act like something bad happened to me. Then lead them into the hills by the mines and the others with ambush them.” You said, avoiding his gaze as you stepped past him but he caught your wrist. “You cant.” He pulled you back a little but you shook your head. You pulled your hand away and went back to the place where your bag was. Every time it came to you getting involved, Goggle would always stop you. “Its already arranged. It’ll be fine. Ive got my gun.” You pulled your gun out of the bag and tucking it in your jeans, using your top to hid it. You also grabbed your water bottle. You stood up and went to start climbing down the rock when he caught your hand again. “Don’t?” His voice was now barley a soft whisper which took you back. Normally these arguments ended with your screaming at each other. You looked back and saw the fear in his eyes. When he senses you saw it, he ducked his head down so his hat covered his eyes. “I cant let you get hurt. I said I wouldn’t.” He mumbled, shrinking into himself as if he was embarrassed. You whole world seemed to freeze as you remembered back to when you were a young girl. To when they found you and saved you. To his promise. And he remembered it. You threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close. He instantly returned the hug, wrapping his arms around your waist and squeezing. You stood there for a few minutes, holding him close till the radio that was on the floor crackled. “[y/n]. we’re in position.” You could almost hear him smirking. You were about to get the radio but Goggle let go of you to dart and pick up the radio. “Tell ‘em you got scared and don’t wanna do it.” He begged, holding the radio out to you and his eyes pleading. You walked up to him and took the radio. “Its not me to scared.” You said calmly before raising the radio to your lips. “Two seconds.” You called over the radio and placing it down on the floor. Goggle was staring at the floor. You then pulled your gun out of your jeans and walked up to Goggle. Reaching out, you took his hand and placed the gun in his palm. His fingers instantly wrapped around the handle as he looked up at you from under his hat. “I trust you with my life, Goggle.” You smiled before turning and darting down the side of the hill. You knew he wouldn’t follow you because he hated running down the hills in case he fell. You, however, were very light on your feet and able to handle it. once you were at the bottom, you ducked and rubbed dirt on your clothes and up the side of your arms and neck. You used the water bottle to pour some water on your face, particularly around your eyes to appear like you had been crying. Once you were satisfied, you let out a high pitch scream. You could still see the men who had been sitting in a small circle by their car and when you screamed, they jumped and looked in your direction. You then ‘stumbled’ out from your hiding stop and pretended to be disoriented. The men seemed to bolt to you, faster than you had ever seen Goggle or Lizard move. When they were close enough, you began to limp towards them. The one who seemed to be the leader ran the quickest and he cupped your cheeks, both taking you by surprise and making you angry. Only your family could touch you. But you endured it. “Please, help me! They have my sister. Please?” You begged, clutching the front of his top. He glanced around at his friends who had gathered around. “Show us?” His voice was deep and firm and his friends nodded. You lead the men to the valley you had told your family to be at for the ambush. In the way, they asked you questions. You made a whole story about traveling with your ‘sister’ and you crashed. You said you were kidnapped and have been fighting for the last 3 weeks. They instantly believed you with made this all that much easier. Once you were in position, you moved a little away from the group so you would be able to dart behind a bolder. “There!” You pointed up the mine entrance. While they were looking at the entrance, you glanced up and saw Lizard creeping to the edge of a rock. He looked at you and you nodded. Darting behind the rock, you heard gun fire and screaming. Peaking out from your hiding spot, you saw 5 blood covered bodied. You frowned and stood up. Where was the other? You heard a click from behind you which sent a chill through your body as you slowly turned to find a gun held to your face. “You tricked us!” the man growled, his hands shaking. Before you could say anything, there was a gun shot and you felt your heart skip a beat. You waited for pain, convinced it had been him who had fired. But when you left out a shaky breath, you saw the man drop to the floor, blood gushing out the side of his head. you looked to your right to see Goggle standing with the gun still held up. You mouth dropped open as you stared at him for a moment. He wasn’t suppose to leave his post. And he had disobeyed orders to make sure you were safe. To keep his promise. “You okay?” He grunted, his eyes glancing you up and down to double check and see If you had any wounds. All you could do was nod, still in shock from what just happened. Just then, Liard and Pluto appearing, saying that Goggle needed to get back to his post before Papa noticed. With that, Goggle left. Without saying goodbye to you. -----------------time skip ------------------------ Papa had congratulated you on your acting skill. He said you now had a job which made you feel proud. You were the bait. Lizard had laughed at your title so you slapped arm. It made you feel important and needed rather than just being in the way a lot of the time. It meant you would have to either go up with Goggle and stay in the hills or be on constant stand-by. Either way, you didn’t mind. You even got your own radio. It used to be Plutos but he spends most of his time with Lizard and would forget what channel everyone was on. He didn’t seem to mind giving you his radio. In fact, he was excited because it meant he could spend time with you and Goggle as well as just Lizard. However, you mind kept flying back to the hills. Where Goggle was. You said bye to the rest as they left and you headed straight to the point in the hills where Goggle was. You pushed your new radio into your back pocket to keep it safe as you climbed the hills, your heart racing. You didn’t know how he was going to react to your new position within the family. You had a feeling he wanted you to stay out of all the killing, even though you were the one who cooked the meat the best. When you were near the top, you saw something black caught your eye. You frowned as you walked over to find Goggles black bowler hat on the floor. It had a slight dent in the top which looked like it had been thrown or dropped. You picked it up and stared at it for a moment. He was never without his hat. Unless he was in trouble. You darted to the top of the hill, calling his name at the top of your voice. You found him, sitting with his back against a rock and staring out at the road. “Goggle? Did you not hear me calling?” You asked, panting from running up the hill. You were about close to tears for fear of what might have happened to him. “Yeah.” He didn’t even look at you and you frowning at him. “Why didn’t you answer?” You asked as you kneeled in front of him. All he did was shrug. You sat there for a moment, staring at him in utter confusion. He had never been so flippant or dismissive of you in his life. “I-I got a job. I’m going to be-“ You were about to say when you were interrupted. “Bait. I know.” He replied, flatly. “How did you-?” Once again, he cut you off by picking up his radio and waving it slightly, still not looking at you. The tears of fear quickly turned to tears of sadness as Goggle refused to look in your direction. “I-I…” You trailed off, becoming a little panicked by his sudden change of attitude towards you. You tried in vain to come up with some sort of explanation for his actions but nothing stuck. “I-I found your hat.” You finally said after what felt like an hour of silence. You held out the hat to him. For the first time, he looked towards you. You pushed your hand inside and pushed the slight dent out of the top then tried your best to dust off the dirt. You held it out to him. He reached out and took it from your grasp but instead of putting it on his head, he placed it to the side and looked back to the road. That was the final straw for you. Tears began to cascade down the side of your face as you let out a shaky breath which allowed a soft sob to escape your throat. The sound drew his attention as he glanced at you. You saw his eyes widen in surprise as they feel on the tears on your cheeks. You covered your face with the palms of your hands and pushed yourself up to turn away and run. You hated when people saw you cry. But you hadn’t cried in years. The last time was when you had met them. You dropped your hands when he couldn’t see your face anymore. You were about to start your descent to the bottom of the hill when a hand caught your wrist. You jumped and glanced over your shoulder to see Goggle. He pulled you back a little, taking some steps back and pulling you back with him. You didn’t bother to fight him. It had been a long day and even on a good day, you weren’t as strong as he was. He pulled you back to the place he had been sitting so the road was back in sight. “Can’t protect ya if you’re down there.” He mumbled, nodding to the road. There was an overwhelming amount of sadness in his voice as he spoke. You saw the pain in his eyes. You remembered back to earlier. He had abandoned his post in the hills to come and check on you. It had saved your life but he couldn’t do it every time. You remembered his promise and instantly you realised it wasn’t just a promise to you. It was a promise to himself. “I didn’t realise you cared so much.” You mumbled out loud, glancing down at your feet. You didn’t mean to say it aloud but when you did, you noticed him shuffle from foot to foot. “Always have. I never wanted you to get hurt. Its why I didn’t want you down there. I don’t want you as ‘bait’.” He hissed the last word with a deep hatred for it as you looked up. “It wont be all the time. Just when needed. And I’ll have a weapon on me at all times. You don’t have to worry.” You tried to reassure him but you could see it wasn’t working. You let out a small sigh and stepped forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your chin on his shoulder. “You cant protect me from everything. But you can make it all worth it. When you didn’t speak to me, it hurt more than a thousand knifes. When you wont even look in my direction, I feel like ive been shot. The thought of losing you hurt more than any wound ever could. So-“ You sighed and pulled back, see Goggle was now looking at you in the eyes. “If you don’t want me to do it, I wont.” You looked at the ground, trying to hold back the tears. You couldn’t bare the thought of him not speaking to you and, to be honest, you would rather stay here by his side. “Do you wanna do it?” Goggle glanced down at the road and back to you. You bit your lower lip. “Of course.” You glanced up at him. “But I don’t want to lose you.” You mumbled, more to yourself. But he heard. “I aint gonna leave ya.” Goggle protested, frowning. He seemed insulted that you would think that. “You seemed perfectly fine ignoring me just now.” You looked up to see he was staring at you. He flinched a little when you brought up his actions. “Why do you care so much if I’m ‘round or not?” Goggle suddenly asked. You frowned a little. The easiest answer was that he was your friend and you had been there for each other for year. But that would contain a lie. So you sighed. “Because I love you, Goggle.” You confessed, your heart pumping hard as your lips muttered the thing you only every thought of at night. You thought he would just stand there. Goggle never had been the best in awkward situations. But what he did next completely surprised you. “I love ya, too.” He then closed the gap and pressed his lips to yours in a timid but needy kiss. You held back a gasp as you felt his lips against yours. You couldn’t resist kissing him back. You felt trembling hands touch your waist so you decided to show him it was okay by wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your body against his. The kiss began to get heated and you could feel the years of hidden desire coming to the surface. Pulling away, you gently panted as you opened your eyes to look at Goggle. He looked at you with slight fear in his eyes. You smiled, licking your bottom lip which made him smile and relax. You both jumped when you heard two sets of footsteps but as you looked up, you saw Pluto and Lizard come up onto the rock. The second Lizard saw you in Goggles arms, he smirked and folded his arms across his chest. “Well, well. At least now we know why you’re so fond of each other.” He sneered, obviously knowing he now had some dirt on his brother. Pluto just let out a happy laugh. You darted down to pick up Goggles hat from the ground and placed it gently on his head. “Fuck off.” Goggle sneered but as you pulled your arms back, he kept one arm around your waist as the two of you walked up to Lizard. “Papa wondering where you were.” Lizard stated as the four of you began to descend the rocks. “We were… watching.” Goggle glanced at you as you offered him a smile. “Yeah right. ‘watching’.” Lizard sneered, his mind now filled with every dirty thought. You rolled your eyes and smiled at Goggle again who returned it this time. “Always watching.” You sighed, happier than you had ever been.

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Battle Intro: Alright, lets see what ya got!Victory: In yer fuckin face! Half HP: Keep em comin!Low HP: I aint goin down like this.Defeat: Damn green assholes. Death: We’ll get ya back fer this.Assist: Cant believe I gotta help yer stupid ass out. Taunt: Heard yer gettin married, cant wait ta see the reception. Reacting to Taunt: Fucker! Yer dead!Flee: So humiliatin...Reacting to Flee: Wh- Hey! Get back here an fight me!Tie: Heh, not too bad, Underbite. I like yer style.Perfect Victory: Coulda told ya about this one, heh. Low HP Victory: Ugh, I’ll be feelin this later. Finishing Move: Dont worry, yer hubbys next. 

9/23/2018, Part 1

We are now running through the forest, huffing and puffing, trying to catch up to Baku.

"Temmie... why are we-"

"i gota get to Baku! i gota get to Baku!"

"But wh-"

"i gota tell him wy i havent ben goin to hapy fun raevtime!1!"

Against my wishes, we continue to run toward the oasis.

[Baku] After leaving the haunted house Baku found himself wandering toward the oasis, he had heard about this place in the past and wanted to check it out himself. It was much warmer here and quiet. "Well that was an adventure."

[Sirius] Sirius would soon pop out of the ground, attempting to shake off the frost on his petals. “Yeah...” He would start thinking about what just happened, and spaced out due to it, deep thoughts. Why didn’t he get fear? He has seen far worse though, mostly monsters beating each other, yet he felt no fear from that either, and only recently he figured out he could dislike or like something... was that technically fear? Over the fact he disliked so much of his home and the haunted house? Right, Baku mentioned not being able to feel much either, should he open up? Hell if he knew, something told him that he shouldn’t, but he didn’t honestly care either way, maybe he should... but not right now he’s in hecking space-

[Baku] Baku chuckled. "Yer a serious space case ya know, what's on yer mind anyway?"

[Rave Witch Temmie] pant... pant... pant... We just make it to the oasis before our legs give out and we collapse. We lay face-down on the ground, panting hard.

[Sirius] Upon hearing Baku’s voice, he fell out of space and looked at them, deciding to tell them the truth, as he felt that would be something he would do. “Oh... uh... I happen to not feel much either... I mostly think on why I don’t feel anything.. other than likes and dislikes...” He wasn’t sure if the other would believe him, but it was possible, all the other Floweys he met could feel some things, but him? No he wasn’t like them...

[Rave Witch Temmie] pant... pant... pant... We weakly lift our head and pick up our hat, which fell off when we landed on the ground.

[Baku] Baku chuckled. "Yer different than most o' yer kind aren't ya?" At that Baku sat down next to the flower and grinned. "Fer my kind not having emotions is normal, we're born wit out 'em."

[Rave Witch Temmie] "...huh??" Temmie is curious. We prop ourself up on our belly and listen in on the conversation.

[Sirius] “Yeah... I’m pretty different... I heard the others don’t feel love and compassion...” He would blink, looking at Baku again. “So you’re pretending too?” Now he has found a lead, maybe his condition has something to do with this skeleton... and their kind... although he didn’t know what Baku meant by... their kind... was there another type of skeleton? He thinks, trying to prevent himself from spacing out, but doing that was difficult for him, he had nothing else to focus on after all.

[Baku] Baku laughed. "Yes, in a sense. I mean we can learn emotions by watchin' others or learnin' about 'em as we go through life. Then again most o' us aren't liked much so few o' us live long."

[Rave Witch Temmie] "b-but i liek u!1!"

"Temmie!" I think, "Don't interrupt! They're having a private conversa-"

"i liek yu a lot!1!! ur my fav dj!!1!"

[Sirius] Sirius was about to say something, but then he heard Temmie speak up, he would look over, possibly staring into their soul on accident, then he spoke up. “Lucky... I have watched others too, and I still feel nothing.” He would just continue the conversation as normal, because he couldn’t care less about Temmie being there. More like he didn’t mind, it was only one other person... not like a lot of people were listening in.

[Baku] Baku looked over when he heard the familiar voice of Temmie and chuckled. "Appreciate dat chica, but others don't share yer opinion." With that said he turned his attention back to the flower. "I ain't lucky, I still don't fully understand emotions myself but in all honesty I don't really wanna, they seem like more o' a hassle than an asset if ya ask me."

[Rave Witch Temmie] Others don't share her opinion? The heck's he talking about? At least, that's what Temmie's thinking. I know exactly what he means by that, but all Temmie can do is cry out in confusion, "w-w-w-waaaaa???"

We try to stand up, but just end up falling back on our belly again. "oof!"

We pant a few more times, and then say, "wh-wh-who dont like u?? wy som1 dont like u?? ur da best dj!1!" Wait, I can answer that question for her. In our minds, I replay the memory of my first meeting with Baku...

"...oh ya, her..." She still doesn't understand what there is not to like about Baku, though. "but wy peeps dun like u??"

[Sirius] “Feeling nothing isn’t the best way to go... that’s how I feel anyway, you can’t make friends all that well, and the people you should care about the most... they end up leaving you at some point, or constantly worry over you until you end up pretending that you care, it’s... so empty.  I dislike it.” Sirius would look at the water, sighing. “It’s like... hell? I guess...? It’s... hard to explain...”

[Baku] "I disagree, I've seen what havin' emotions can do ta a person an' I hate it." At that his aura seemed to darken a little. "Emotions only hurt ya in the long run so they're funking pointless, at least without 'em I can live freely doin' my own thing, never havin' ta hurt because someone else decided I wasn't worth their time."

[Rave Witch Temmie] We finally manage to pick ourselves up from the ground. We start to waddle closer to Baku...

"Baku, wat u talkin about? wat u mean u dont liek feelins??"

"Temmie, please, don't..."

"i liek feelins! dey feel gud! u make me feel gud! u da best! an-" I finally manage to take control of our mouth for a second and get my own words in.

"nnnnNNNO!1! hes NOT da best!1!! hes NOT nice!!1"

"...awawawa?? hooman?!? i tot u likd him to!!1"

[Sirius] “...there’s a contradiction in that second sentence. When you cant feel emotions, there is no happiness, there’s nothing, I know that first hand, having been there as an Asriel, watching my family, they looked so happy, and I was never happy with them. It... makes you not want to live, I don’t even know why I’m still here. Because it’s pointless. I tried so hard to feel something, anything, and all I have found is that I can like, dislike, and want something. That’s it.” The more Sirius talked, the more dead he sounded, his eyes were empty voids, he was surely showing a point. “Even if feeling something can hurt others, it’s worse feeling absolutely nothing. Because you can’t care about the people you want to care about, you can’t ever be happy.” God this got dark fast.

[Rave Witch Temmie] "i didnt say i didnt like him! i sed hes not nice!"

"but he gav me pretty glow necklas!1!"

"yea, but just cuz hes nice to you doesnt mean hes nice to every1!"

"wy not?"

"cuz hes bad at it!"

"wat yu mean?"

"hes just nice to you cuz you... you..."

...How do I put this without hurting her feelings? I want to tell her that, the reason Baku was nice to her was because she's such a kiss-up, but that wouldn't be a nice thing to say... and the last thing I want to do is sound like a jerk to Temmie. I'm not a jerk, rather, the one we're talking about is the jerk...

[Baku] Baku chuckled darkly. "That is where our opinions differ my man. I live freely an' do what I want, there's no void in my life, just fun." At that he grinned and looked to the sky. "I get ta party an' have a blast without a care in the world."

[Rave Witch Temmie] I decide to just drop the issue. Hearing Baku mention partying reminds Temmie of why she wanted to follow him here in the first place. We walk over to Baku's side. "hey Baku, uhhhh..."

[Sirius] “Well... you can feel joy... it seems. So you only want to feel joy? Happiness? That’s different compared to nothing...” Sirius wouldn’t press more on the issue after this, in fact, he didn’t want to for once. Ooooh another lead! Back into space he goes.

[Baku] "Eh maybe, don't really know don't really care, I like things as they are." At that Baku laid down on the ground, watching the sky. "I live my life as a DJ an' I'm fine wit dat."

[Rave Witch Temmie] "Temmie, I think he's busy-" 

"hey Baku, uhhh... im sorry i couldnt go to ur raves, cuz ive been livin wit hooman, and she doesnt kno were ur raves are, so we couldnt go..."

We press our paws together anxiously. "ive been wantin to go but i couldnt cuz of hooman... im sorry..."

[Sirius] Sirius would stay silent, now he listens in, he didn’t know what else to say on this matter, other than an “ok” or “mhm” god conversation is hard.

[Baku] Baku grinned at the Temmie. "Hey no worries chica, ya don't have ta show up at every single one, just try to make it ta the ones ya can."

[Rave Witch Temmie] "i-i wannaaaaa..." We frown. "but human is- mmmmf!" There I go slapping our paw over our mouth again. But this time, Temmie manages to remove it and continue speaking.

"i wana take human to ur rave!1! i told her shes gota go somtime!1 its da best rave evr!11 but shes scar-mmf!" And back over our mouth the paw goes...

...but only for a second. "hooman, wy yu keep doin dat?"

[Baku] Baku smirked. "I know exactly why she's doin' it, she doesn't want me ta find out who she is even though I already know exactly who she is, ain't dat right Cookie."

[Rave Witch Temmie] Upon hearing that last word...

...

...We freeze.

All we- or I- can do, is s t a r e, wide-eyed, mouth agape, like we've just seen a ghost. But, if I'm being honest, seeing a ghost wouldn't have been nearly as scary as what I just heard Baku say right now.

H o w d i d h e f i n d o u t ? ?

[Baku] Baku laughed. "Did ya really think I wouldn't notice, actions speak louder than words ya know. The constant stopping of Temmie every time it was even remotely possible she could give ya away was a red flag sweetheart, I'm no fool."

[Rave Witch Temmie] "h-h-hooman...???" Temmie thinks, my fear rubbing off onto her, "h-how does Baku no about... cookys??"

"THAT'S WHAT I'D LIKE TO- wait, cookies??"

"ya, cooky poshin!1! remembr?? were gona make cooky poshin!1!"

...The cookie potion. That's right... I had completely forgotten about that. Temmie must have mistakenly thought that Baku was referring to the magic cookie potion we still haven't made, and not to... well, me...

...Which gives me an idea. In a last-ditch effort to save face, we ask,

"...w-w-w-what cookies?? i dont got any cookies..."

[Baku] Baku grinned. "Really you're gonna try an' pull dat shiz wit me, what part o' I'm no fool do ya not get hm? I know it's you sweetheart stop tryin' ta hide."

[Rave Witch Temmie] "i dont got no cookys1!1"

At this point, this is kind of both of us saying this. I never actually told Temmie that I call myself Cookie, since I never felt the need to (and also to prevent her from spilling the beans to Baku about it). So, she still doesn't realize that Baku is talking about me, and not the magic potion we've been wanting to make. I, meanwhile, am just denying that I'm Cookie. Because I never told Baku that I call myself that. And yet he still found out.

[Baku] "Eh whatever suit yourself sweetheart, but trust me yer not very good at hidin'." At that Baku stood up and stretched. He then turned to the flower who was sitting there spacing out once more. "Well anyway I'm gonna go walk around, follow if ya want my petaled bro but otherwise I'm ditchin' this place." At that he turned to leave the oasis.

[Rave Witch Temmie] Normally, Temmie would have wasted no time following Baku wherever he was headed, but right now, we are in too much shock to do anything but stand there, like a deer in the headlights.

"hooman... howd Baku no about cookys??"

"He wasn't talking about cookies, Temmie. He was talking about me."

"waaa?? but ur not a cooky!1! ur a hooman!1!"

"Yes, I am. But... I like to call myself... Cookie..."

[Sirius] Sirius would have followed Baku, only because he wanted to leave as well, this was odd, not like he knew how this skeleton was... it was more like he was interested in how he worked, how he was able to be happy despite being born without them, that interested him the most, how was that possible?

[Rave Witch Temmie] "Soft Cookie. I call myself Soft Cookie. It's not my real name; it's actually the name of one of my shape-shifted forms... but I like the name. It has a nice ring to it. But how in the world... how did Baku find that out?!? I never told him... I made certain not to ever tell him. So how he found out... it makes absolutely no sense that he found out! Unless..."

"...ya?"

"...Someone else told him..."

Continuing to stand out here in the forest isn't going to do us any good, though. We should probably head back to the resort. We begin to make our way out of the forest.

...Slowly.

We walk through the forest, and back to the resort; our looming sense of dread never leaving us.

Drake  “Draft Day”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Yeah ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Yeah Draft day Johnny Manziel Five years later how Am I the man still??? Draft day A. Wiggins Fuck that other side bitch We stay winnin Awwwwwwwwwww man You know I had to do it for ya You know I had to do it for ya Yeah Suits & ties yelling out Pay the guys Man I had to do it for ya You know I had to do it for ya You know I had to do it for ya Awwwwwwwwwww man Awwwwwwwwwww man Awwwwwwwwwww man man You know I had ta Sometimes I laugh with God About how you cant stop me Im his darkest angel probably But he still got me Yeah Im gettin mine but still I better lives And shit I set aside to make Sure my people gettin by Brunch with some Qatar royals And my cup is all oil You know its real when your Niggas will take the fall for you All loyal so you keep egging me on And we gonna have to crack a shell Just to prove to you You aint hard boiled Mmmmmmmmmmmm Last night I tried some raw oysters Man that boy growin up quick That boy know he the shit That boy singin on every song When he know he can spit That boy manifested it That boy knew it was written That boy did it on purpose That boy know that they shittin on you And they cant get past you You should've followed all my moves You wont realize til after And if I left shit to chance I would've picked a name like Chance the Rapper Yeah No offense cause I dont know that nigga Im focused on makin records And gettin bigger Just hits No misses Thats for the married folk Tell em fix my suite up Cause Im comin home I heard they talkin crazy I was out of town You know they love to pop all that shit When Im not around But when Im here Tssssss Not a sound That'll make me snap Jot it down Go in the booth And lay a body down Know some Somalis that say we got it Wallahi Get us donuts & coffee We'll wait for him in the lobby And I gotta tell him chill Sprite got me on payroll Let that man live they say Okay if you say so See whatever I say go I play like Im on roids no Canseco No Oakland A's though Shout out the Bay though I think Im on my eighth flow Just watch me paint flow We all do it for the art So I can never hate though Signin off on more deals than a lawyer With a heavy case load How the game turn into the Drake show? Dog What the fuck happen to so & so Where did they go?????????????? Too worried bout bitches And fashion they go missin in action And then you never notice they missin On some Hunger Games shit I would die for my district Jennifer Lawrence you can really get it Yeah I mean forreal girl You know I had to do it for ya You know I had to do it for ya You know I had to Oh wait sidebar left some beat at the end So that all of you Fuck niggas could loop it And get your lies off Its easy ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Yeah Draft day Johnny Manziel Five years later How am I the man still??? Draft day A. Wiggins Fuck that other side bitch We stay winnin Awwwwwwwwwww man You know I had to do it for you You know I had to do it for ya Yeah Suits and ties yelling out Pay the guys Man I had to do it for ya You know I had to do it for ya You know I had to do it for ya Awwwwwwwwwww man Awwwwwwwwwww man Awwwwwwwwwww man man You know I had ta