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wingstobetorn · 14 days

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Ok what are your headcanons about the mm twins?????????

First of all, these two being twins is one of the funniest things to me ever.

“QUICK RAPH! MAKE EYE CONTACT WITH SUPERFLY SO HE CAN SEE THE HUMANITY IN OUR SUFFERING!" Seriously though, these are the funniest fucking photos I have of them rn. It's like they swapped personalities in the middle of their suffering. Me and my twin when we are making eye contact with our soon to be killer 😊

Aside from the funny stuff, I do think Raph and Leo has a lot of thematic potential too. If they make Leo and Raph have a rivalry at any point in the series, them being twins would make it so interesting in my opinion. Even with how much Leo seems to scold Raph and Raph teases him (for being a PUSSY), they do genuinely respect each other a lot. They were purposefully fucking me up when Leo told Raph to use his anger instead of pushing it all inside. THEY WERE FUCKING ME UPPPP.

I can't articulate well RN but this hc is very dear to me and has me dead on the concrete floor everytime I think about it. I am bleeding out severely help. UHM, 1 HC under the cut because I'm cringe but free 😁

I see Leo as the type of guy to be a crybaby when he was just a wee lad, whereas Raph would be the tough baby making him cry over stupid things. Slight push? CRYING FOR DAD. Say something slightly mean? CRYING FOR DAD. Raph gotta hug him and pat him on his shell so he doesn't go crying again <\3 Obviously to be a leader Leo would have to grow out of this but he never grew out of being a SNITCH. Sometimes they would make each other mad but then start crying because they think the other doesn't wanna be their friend anymore... GRR.

GET OFF YOUR TWIN BROTHER IDIOT.

I have so much stuff for them but it's mostly au stuff I can't spoil.... Anyway Raph Leo twins real.

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breakingblorbos · 13 days

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Hiya!! Welcome to my BrBa & BCS focused blog! 👋🏼😊 The primary purpose of this pinned post is to give some info about me, my blog, and what you can expect to find on it. Everything below the cut is not required reading to follow or interact; merely just additional info if you are interested, or if you want to make requests. The only thing I require you to read is the following disclaimer:

This is an 18+ blog ran by an adult. You will find NSFT art/fic, dark and potentially upsetting themes, as is common for the BrBa/BCS universe. And I make very thirsty comments & posts about my blorbos, so just keep that in mind. However!! I am not going to restrict anyone from following/interacting with my blog. Use your own discretion and awareness. That's your responsibility, not mine. Anything that needs a content warning will be tagged appropriately, of course.

🌌About Me!🪐

Basic info - You can call me either Orion or Riley! I'm 25, neurodivergent, trans masc & nonbinary, and bisexual with pref for men. Pronouns are he/him and they/them. I do also live in New Mexico (born and raised babyy!), which makes the shows that much more special to me!! I'm very friendly and open, but also very shy, so I tend to not reach out to folks even when I want to talk to them (which, honestly, is most of y'all. Oops.) If you ever do feel compelled to chat with me, please don't hesitate! I'm super excited to talk about BrBa/BCS with literally anybody!

I'm a writer, but I struggle hard with getting anything actually published on here or AO3. I try to write but it's not nearly consistent enough to ever expect anything from me. I'm working towards getting better at this! My main hurdle to overcome is my perfectionism and my fear of rejection (RSD).

I have a lot of interests, being autistic, so the only important one to list here is obviously Breaking Bad & Better Call Saul. You can certainly ask about my other interests, and I'll be happy to tell you more! I like to keep my special interests all separate on their own dedicated blogs, so that was the main motivation behind creating this one. Which leads me to the next section:

☣️About This Blog!⚗️

Most of the content is gonna be reblogs from others: fanart, fics, writings, memes, shitposts, etc. I myself am not an artist and cannot contribute with art even though I wish I could, but I may sometimes write little drabbles, oneshots, and universe willing, fic chapters for my ships/blorbos (more info on that below ↓). If you want to see something in particular, you're more than welcome to submit a request! I think I have a lot more motivation to write when I get specifically asked to write something, perhaps?

My main blorbos: (red shows the character currently occupying my braincell the most rn)

🥊Tuco Salamanca

🐍Nacho Varga (and by extension, Vaas Montenegro. I simply love MM.)

💀Marco & Leonel Salamanca

❤️‍🩹Jesse Pinkman

🎭Saul Goodman/Jimmy McGill

Of course, I adore all the characters (except Walt ofc) and they're all very special to me!! But these seven men listed above have an absolute chokehold on my brain at any given time lmao, so they will be featured prominently in this blog.

My fave ships:

Default ship is character x reader

Vaacho (Vaas x Nacho)

Lacho (Nacho x Lalo)

Beef Sandwich (Nacho x Twins) I fucking love this ship name holy shit

Tucho (Tuco x Nacho)

McWexler (Kim x Jimmy)

Jesse x Jane

Jesse x Andrea

Jesse x happiness (this is a joke, but also not. Man deserves it.)

📨Requests!📝

My asks are always open for questions, requests, or really anything! I love sending/receiving asks and interacting with this fandom! If you're interested in requesting a writing from me, first read this list of what I will and won't write before you submit your request:

Yes, no problem!

Vast majority of ships

Smut/Explicit/PWP

Headcanons

AUs

Oneshots

Drabble

Reader Inserts

Gender Swaps

Fluff

Hurt/Comfort

Angst

Violence/Gore

Dubcon

Toxic Relationship

Most Kinks & Fetishes

Please ask first!

Fandom Crossovers (mostly just to ensure I know the fandom)

Consensual Noncon (depends on character)

No, I will not!

In/ce/st Ships (i.e. twincest, cousins)

Explicit content involving underage characters

Ageplay (calling a character daddy doesn't count lol)

Extreme Kinks, such as s/ca/t, v/or/e, n/ecr/o, etc.

Keep in mind that I reserve the right to deny your request for any reason, including no reason at all! 9 times out of 10 this won't be necessary, but if you're rude or demanding non-jokingly, I won't write for you! Just be chill and it'll be Saul Goodman! :)

Also I don't have a Masterlist to link here, because I've never posted anything ever! It's all just vibing in my Google Docs while I polish and tweak until the end of time! Fun! :D /s

So, yeah, I suppose that's the long and the short of it. I didn't expect for this to be so long, but I have a tendency to just keep adding details to things! Good for writing; not great for writing a blog intro. I'll edit as needed over time, though. Thanks for reading if you got this far! Seriously, props to you. Here's a cookie mwah 🤲🏼🍪

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suddenly-danganronpa · 4 years

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What are all your aus?

Well I looked through them, and I’m pretty sure I got them all...

(Note: I’m editing this post to add new AUs when I come up with them!)

1- I Was Reincarnated As My Hopeful Classmates Twins (Junko as Naegiri twins)

2- Leon as SDR2 MM (crack AU)

3- Junko Ikusaba AU (Nagito-Junko roleswap)

4- Rich Boy Hajime AU (Hajime-Byakuya talent+role swap)

5- Possessed Makoto AU (Makoto is sole THH survivor, everyone else is a ghost)

6- Oops! All Serial Killers AU (Every member of class 78 except Toko have killed someone)

7- Hope-Despair Swap V1 (with mastermind Chiaki)

8- Pregame/Ingame Kokichi swap (ask AU)

9- Danganroapa (Regular DR but everyone has misspelt names generated by me not using autocorrect)

10- Every variation of the ‘Sayaka tries to kill Makoto instead AU’ (Includes protag!Mukuro, despair!Makoto, and accidental therapy depending on route)

11- Non-Hope Komaeda/Nagito-Izuru personality swap (very undeveloped)

12- BNHA crossover (which I should really get back to..)

13- Audience Poll AU (DR but the protags have voices that represent parts of the DR fandom annoying them)

14- Evil Simp Alter Ego AU (another ask AU)

15- Determination Junko AU (Undertale but Junko is Frisk)

16- Post-THH bad end AU (involves the kids from that ending causing shenanigans, underdeveloped)

17- Tri-Game Talentswap (All characters swap talents and games, mainly in death order)

18- Actual Siblings Junko and Mukuro (folded into other AUs)

19- Ultimate Lucky Student Kokichi (Cassandra Effect!)

20- V3 variation of Oops! All Serial Killers (where Shuichi is just friends with a lot of murderers)

21- V3 AI AU (lots of acronyms. V3 cast in main DR universe but they were AIs all along)

22- Naegito AU (Nagito in SDR2 is actually Makoto but with Issues)

23- Anthropologist!Makoto (I gave him angst!)

24- SDR2 trio talentswap (underdeveloped)

25- Oops! All Serial Killers RoD variant (Junko likes her murderous friends so they become her Remnants)

26- Junko Download AU (Makoto downloads Alter Ego Junko onto his brain)

27- Assassination Classroom X DR (unfinished collab)

28- Hope Despair Swap V2 (Hope!Junko, Makoto is a nihilist with a scarf)

29- Kokichi-Makoto personality swap AU

30- Kokichi-Makoto body swap (ask AU)

31- Ultimate Protagonist Yasuhiro AU (ask AU)

32- Hope Mecha AU (the one I just did a fic for!)

33- Junko Clone AU (look! I can do fluffy stuff!)

34- DR X Kingdom Hearts AU (I just really like KH okay..)

35- XIII AU (Makoto is a subject in a branch of the Hope Cultivation Project)

36- ‘Non-Despair’ AU (Izuru and Makoto as V3 masterminds)

37- Infinity Train crossover

38- Junko/Makoto personality swap (not Hope/Despair swap)

39- Force sensitive AU

40- Zombie Chiaki AU

41- Despair Disease Makoto (why the fuck do I like despair now?!?! version, has a fic now)

42- THH Bad End AU (also known as the Bad End Gang)

43- Makoto and Nagito voice (tone) swap

44- Despair Makoto except he gets despair from not experiencing despair so he just acts exactly like canon Makoto AU

45- Mastermind Mahiru (just a sprite edit for now!)

46- Protag Despair AU

47- Genshin Impact AU (haven’t gotten through the main story yet so just a concept rn)

48- Despair Siblings AU!

49- Lucky!Kyoko + Detective!Makoto (but changing as little as possible outside the series of events to make it happen)

50- Hitman Hajime AU (possibly merged with Despair Siblings, not sure yet)

#danganronpa #danganronpa au #danganronpa aus #editing to update #my god i have so many aus #lots of them are underdeveloped though #i think the audience poll au has the most stuff #ask tag #pls ask me about my aus im so bored

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hermannsthumb · 5 years

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this weekend i couldn’t stop thinking abt that one dumb newt/herm college au ficlet i posted in like august so instead of writing an essay on pride and prejudice tonight i wrote a part two of it instead. enjoy, if you want.

Newton is far too eager when he answers the door, pulling Hermann in for a hug, asking him how the walk over was, even trying to sneak a little kiss. Hermann does end up allowing the kiss. “I’m only here to copy the lab notes,” Hermann reminds him, and Newton mm-hmms noncommittally and ushers Hermann inside.

“Newton,” Hermann says warningly, as the door is shut behind him and he ends up crowded against it with an eager, freckled face pressed up against his own. He prods at Newton’s shin with the end of his cane. “Only the lab notes.”

“You’re no fun,” Newton says, but he backs off graciously. He’s in sweatpants and a t-shirt that says Dad Bod in large block letters, his multicolored flora and sea creature tattoos on full display. “Okay, fine, grumpy, get comfy and I’ll grab them. You want tea?”

“No,” Hermann says, but Newton grabs a mug from his kitchen counter and presses it into Hermann’s free hand. He’s already made him a cup. The way Hermann likes, too. “Oh, fine,” Hermann says, following Newton’s advice to get comfy and slipping off his rain-damp oxfords. “But nothing else.”

“Uh-huh,” Newton says, distracted. He’s flipping through an impressively large collection of takeaway menus. “What are you in the mood for? Pizza?”

“I have homework,” Hermann says.

Newton holds up one menu. “Chinese?”

Hermann glares.

“I’ll paaaaay,” Newton says, waving it.

Hermann falters for only a minute, and that’s all the window Newton needs. He smiles. “Chinese it is!” he exclaims. He tosses the other menus into a drawer and pulls his phone out of his pocket. “Seriously dude, get comfy.” Hermann casts a glance around the room. He’s never been to Newton’s dorm before. There’s a small futon stained with what looks like coffee in several spots, a ratty-looking recliner, a coffee table covered in old mugs and guitar picks and stacks of bent biology and engineering textbooks. “I cleaned up for you,” Newton says.

“Ah,” Hermann says, looking at bowl of completely dry and shriveled ramen noodles laying on its side under the recliner.

“I mean I cleaned my bedroom,” Newton corrects, and waggles his eyebrows.

“Lab notes,” Hermann says, setting his mug on the coffee table and swapping his cane between his hands so he can shrug off his parka, “and dinner. That’s it, Newton, so help me.”

“Uh-huh,” Newton repeats, grinning.

“I bought beer, too,” Newton says, kissing up Hermann’s neck, his stubble scratching Hermann’s skin in a not-unpleasant way, “if you want it, I mean.”

“The tea was perfect,” Hermann says. “Shut up and take off your shirt.”

Newton sits up, straddling Hermann’s thighs, yanks his t-shirt off over his head and tosses it over his shoulder. It lands on top of his alarm clock. He pats at his flabby, inked abdomen like he’s playing a drum. “You insanely turned on right now or what?”

Hermann is, maybe, turned on. He grips Newton’s forearms and tugs him back down to kiss him, and hears their lab books fall from Newton’s bed to the carpet below, next to the remnants of their cold rice and even colder vegetable lo mein. There’s what sounds like a fortune cookie smashing under the weight. Newton laughs into his mouth. “Whoops.”

Hermann eyes up the lab books and sighs, as Newton attempts to worry a hickey just above his collarbone. “I really do need to copy those notes, Newton.”

“You’re killing my ego,” Newton whines, but he rolls off Hermann.

Hermann kisses the tip of his nose. (Newton beams.) “Good,” he says, and sits up against Newton’s body pillow. Newton hops to the floor to gather up their notes, and Hermann finally takes in the rest of Newton’s room. He has a few wrinkled and torn posters--The X-Files, Godzilla, something Hermann doesn’t recognize--as well as art prints Hermann assumes he bought as comic cons tacked up on the walls, a record player, a lava lamp, a shriveled collection of plants on his windowsill, comic books half-hidden under piles of laundry. He also has several Polaroids of them together (Newton’s arm around his shoulder, Newton kissing his cheek, Hermann kissing Newton’s cheek, a blurry Hermann shouting at Newton about something) hanging on a string above his desk. Hermann likes those the best.

“Here,” Newton says, tossing the notebooks at Hermann, who catches them. And then, with a little ha!, Newton’s suddenly pulling his guitar out from under his bed. “Here it is!” he says.

“You lost your guitar?”

“Nope,” Newt says, sitting back on his heels. “I mean, yes, but it’s not lost anymore!” He strums it a few times, tuning it, and then pulls the rainbow strap over his head. He’s still shirtless. “Did I tell you I wrote a song for you?”

Hermann shakes his head, smiling a little. “Another one?”

“I was gonna sing it at that thing last month,” Newton says, the vague thing being an open mic night not unlike the one they met at, but at the campus coffee house rather than the student union, “but, you know.” Newton’s three-man band, tragically, broke up thirty minutes before they were due to go on when his bass guitarist and drummer staged a mutiny on account of being tired of only performing songs about Newt’s boyfriend and not covers of preexisting like they used to.

(“I can’t help that you’re my muse!” Newton told Hermann later that night as they ate cold pizza at the campus dining hall.)

Before Hermann can politely decline--he’s very fond of his short, odd, brilliant boyfriend, but as skilled a guitarist as Newton is, his original songs tend to be more like ballads and can last well beyond eight minutes and Hermann really needs those lab notes--Newton’s broken into song, eyes shut in concentration as he goes on about bowlcuts and English exchange students and holding hands under lab tables.

Hermann applauds politely when Newton’s done.

“Thank you,” Hermann says. “It’s very nice. I love it.”

“Did you really?” Newton says, beaming again.

Hermann nods. Newton tosses his guitar aside and stands up only to flop next to Hermann on the twin bed. They barely fit side-by-side in it. “Wanna spend the night?” he says, still beaming, his thick glasses askew. “We can watch Star Trek on my laptop and make out some more.”

Hermann has an essay on Wuthering Heights due for his English gen ed course tomorrow that still needs a conclusion paragraph, but the walk back to his dorm is long and it’s raining and Newton’s sneaking a strong, warm arm around his waist. “I’ll stay a little while longer,” Hermann concedes, and Newton hums contentedly and begins to wriggle a hand up the hem of Hermann’s oversized sweater. “But only a little while. I mean it.”

Hermann spends the night.

#newmann #maria's fanfiction tag

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in-the-gardens-of-inspiration · 6 years

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What if? (Idea #1)

...

In which Tsuna and his famiglia are "asked" by Reborn to bodyguard a bunch of rich teens. Coincidentally, both groups had about the same number of people...

It's a 6!months!later AU for the cast of KHR, there's a teen!Lambo, and a free Mukuro and Chrome is a lil' more confident.

It's a general AU for OHSHC, with it being during Haruhi's first year.

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Tsuna was pretty desensitized to wacky shit, due to being part of an abnormal mafia famiglia, and having really weird friends/Guardians... But this?

This was.....

Nope.

Nope incarnate.

This was.. going against all self-preservation instincts he had. Babysitting older, spoiled rich teens? Yeah, no thanks. He'll take a rain check. Though, speaking of rain, "Yamamoto-kun, do you want help with your tie?"

...

Ouran 'kids' - V. 10th 'babysitters'

[First edition]

Tamaki___l Tsuna

Kyoya____.l Hayato

Hikaru____l Chrome

Kaoru____.l Mukuro

Hani______l Lambo

Mori______l Takeshi

Haruhi____l Kyoya

Then it turns out Tsuna can't handle Tamaki, Ootori-san is.. frustrated.. with Hayato; Mukuro has gotten.. upset.. with the twins for picking on Chrome, and Tamaki keeps wailing about how his precious daughter has eloped with such a handsome yet ruthless stranger.

It's driving Tsuna crazy. His famiglia can't do anything- they're rich civilians.

So... Yeah, drastic measures:

Tamaki___,,,— Takeshi

Kyoya_____,— Kyoya

Hikaru____,,— Mukuro

Kaoru____,,,,— Tsuna

Hani______,,— Chrome

Mori______,,— Hayato

Haruhi____,,— Lambo

...

In this arrangement Tamaki gets a patient guardian, Kyoya gets a quiet semi-respectful guardian, Mukuro gets Chrome away from 'those annoying twins' and gets to have some Tsuna-time, Tsuna gets to exercise boss-mode on the Hiitachin brothers, and Lambo gets babysat by the most mature person he's ever met, who happens to be slighly older than him; by like, 4 months..

When the swap happened, Tsuna was more okay with it than he thought he'd be. Reborn had given some disapproval of swapping, but actively listening to a younger, civilian version of Iemitsu, Reborn conceded, it wasn't exactly good publicity to start screaming obscenities and your daddy issues to the world. (The so-called 'Prince' is really a moron, Reborn noted with amusement, demanding that his bodyguard call him daddy/papa, because of how much he looks like the girl member of his club, and he demands of her to call him dad... Well, 'Iemitsu 2.0' wasn't exactly winning points with Tsuna.. no, no, not really...)

Mukuro was happy. Very happy, like happier than a clam at high tide- and yes, the humour was not lost on the illusionist.. he was happy. Why? The brave and reckless may ask, why was Rokudo Mukuro so damn happy?

Well, he had unimpeded Tsuna-time! And he could piss off those smug, jackass, think-they're-all-that-and-a-bucket-of-chicken twins! And he could moles— get a feel for the body he'd soon be 'possessing'...

Kufufufufufufufufufufu... Things are looking up for Rokudo Mukuro~!

Tsuna, it should be noted, did not share Mukuro's joy, or his enthusiasm. He did, admittedly, want to get back at the twins, but kind of wanted to do it with almost any of his other guardians or allies.

"Kufufufu.. Tsunayoshi-chan," Tsuna shivered, his male Mist was behind him, breathing heavily warmly, close to his ear, voice low, inticing and oh-so husky, "Why don't we show these.. amateurs.. how it's done~, hm?"

Tsuna moaned a little, the odd-eyed bluenet's voice was like.. like aural chocolate.

"Mm, Mukuro-sama," he purred, feeling adventurous and willing to toe the line a bit, he added a sultry quality to his voice, "No illusions, right~? Just, mmn, reality~ amore caro mio~..."

Now it was the taller boy's turn to moan, his little boss was so- so fiesty when he put his mind and will to it~! "Ah, mmn, mio amore~" he growled, "Of course.. Mmn, I love it when you get fiesty..."

The bluenet tugged the petit brunet closer to him, turning Tsuna to face him, and wrapping an arm suggestively low across the shorter boy's lower back, with the other hand tangling itself in Tsuna's fluffy mess of hair, turning Tsuna's face up to his own, breath mingling, and lips mere millimetres apart.

"Tsunayoshi-chan, may I kiss you? Be the first to taste the sweetness of your lips, feel the softness, the innocence?" He knew his voice was growing deeper, huskier, more velvety yet strained, as though he was holding himself back, Tsuna blushed at the intimate attention, and stuttered out an answer, "M-Mukuro-sama, I-I-I... Oh," Mukuro had, rather impatiently, unprompted and unexpectedly began kissing a trail down his neck, leading from his collarbone to below his lips. "Ooah, Mm-Mukuro, I-I promised my first to another, I-I'm sorry-iaahmm," Well, that- that, that will undoubtably leave a hickey..

Tsuna mentally shook his head, he heard his beloved guardians a-cursing a blue streak through the air.. at least his and Mukuro's display one-upped those blasted twins.

Kaoru stared at the show their quote-unquote bodyguards were putting on. He wasn't the only one, though. Tamaki was lamenting to his Kyouya about their precious son's innocence being stolen by that no-good ruffian. And Kaoru was also pretty sure he could hear the plans in Kyouya-senpai's head to make the guards' interactions into hosting material.

However as much as Tsuna was unimpressed, Hayato's disapproval was at least twofold.

Storming over, the bomber ripped that damned pineapple-haired excon away from HIS Juudaime. The indigo-haired man glared at him as if sensing the pineapple comment; his eye twitched as the word floated through Hayato's mind. The pianist smirked, and began to mentally chant 'pineapple', as he drew his beloved Juudaime close to him.

Embracing the shorter brunette with one arm, and tenderly cupping the side of Tsuna's face. The silveret's expression gentled, eyes soft, warm and full of love and emotion as he looked at Tsuna, tilting the shorter's face towards him.

Tsuna flushed prettily, and Hayato smiled, bringing his lips close to Tsuna's— and Mukuro was growling, and Takeshi's smile looked slightly strained, oh, and look- Hibari was bringing out his tonfas, and, and oh gods.. this may have been a colossally bad idea... But as Hayato leaned in and kissed Tsuna square on the lips, the green-eyed teen decided this kiss would be worth the asskicking later, especially since Tsuna began to reciprocate his kiss—

— and suddenly the floor groaned and machinery whirred, and a feminine figure emerged from the floor, cackling and squealing madly. The Hosts collectively groaned, the Decimo generation stared. Hayato and Tsuna kept kissing, while the cosplay-otaku waited for Senpai to notice her..

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olivereliott · 4 years

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Nemesis: A Sol Invictus scrambler Built to tackle Tasmania

Factory-made modern classics are everywhere these days, but they’re usually premium motorcycles at the upper end of the engine size scale. If you’re looking for a low budget, small capacity bike with retro style, your options are fewer. Unless you live in Australia.

Down under, you can get a Sol Invictus Nemesis 400 Scrambler for AU$5,999—less than half the price of a Triumph Street Twin. Granted, it’s a far more basic bike: an air-cooled, carbureted single that makes an honest 27 hp and is made by Shineray in China. It’s essentially a copy of the Honda CB400SS … but it’s also a looker, and a great candidate for customization.

Tom Gilroy at Purpose Built Moto recently ended up with a Nemesis 400 on his bench. Like his own Sportster, it would have to tackle varying terrain along the Great Ocean Road and on to Tasmania, for PBM and Electric Bubble’s Wide of the Mark film project.

All the bikes on the trip had to look good, but also be able to suffer some abuse. “The whole idea of this build,” explains Tom, “was to take a sleepy little commuter, give it some teeth and build it unbreakable for a two week off road adventure.”

“It had to be reliable, able to carry a decent load, and be tough enough so that when it was inevitably crashed, you could pick it up, kick it over and go again.”

Once Tom had stripped the bike down, he kicked the project off with a few practical considerations. The 19F/18R wheels were relaced with tougher-than-OEM stainless steel spokes, and the tires were traded for a set of grippy Mitas E-09 enduro items. A set of longer travel Gazi shocks added extra compliance at the rear.

Up front, Tom left the stock forks alone, but fitted a new rolled aluminum fender with adequate tire clearance. It’s mounted on hand-made round-bar braces, styled after those on classic desert sleds.

Higher up, the headlight was swapped out for a 4.5” LED, sitting ‘in’ a custom made aluminum nacelle. It’s all neatly integrated, with the headlight bezel welded in, and an additional spot acting as a high beam.

Tom left the Sol Invictus tank alone, but tweaked the rear of the bike with a unique cut-and-loop job. Instead of using a size-matched tube, he turned some bosses into the frame ends, tapering them down to fit 8 mm stainless steel bars. The rearward loop holds the fender and taillight, while the forward loop acts as a grab rail for dragging the bike out of trouble.

“We used that a lot when we got lost on the ride trip,” quips Tom.

The seat pan was laid down in fiberglass, and covers a near-invisible electrics tray. This hosts a Black Box module, which the lighting system is wired into. A polished Orbit taillight provides lighting out back, and there are tiny LED turn signals all-round (tucked in to survive a few falls).

Comfort was high on the list, so Tom made sure the seat had a decent dose of foam, before sending it to Timeless Autotrim for a vintage grey leather cover. That darker area you see is a neatly pleated Alcantara ‘gripper pad.’

Just as much ergonomic consideration went into the cockpit. Tom added 20 mm risers and mid-rise ProTaper bars, along with PBM’s own design push buttons, and a throttle and grips from Domino.

There’s a phone mount too, and a set of PBM mirrors. “They’ve become extremely popular with garage builders—and a couple of sneaky pros—on all types of builds,” Tom tells us.

Tom wanted to squeeze more power out of the Sol Invictus, so he fitted a Lectron carb with a DNA filter. It made a significant difference, but it was a mission that involved replacing the intake with the boot from a Honda XR600.

The exhaust consists of custom stainless steel headers, snaking through the frame to exit via a single torpedo muffler. The inside of the muffler’s been scalloped to make space for the frame, keeping the whole arrangement slim.

With the bike all buttoned up, it was time for Purpose Built Moto to complete the design with a color scheme. “I’d already chosen the vibrant sky blue in the first few weeks of the project,” says Tom. “Before the wheels were build the hubs were painted. So I was locked into that color.”

“The blue was a bit of a gamble for me—it’s not an overly masculine or tough color, but it works. And if you’re man enough to get over the fact your bike’s baby blue and enjoy it for what it is, that’s the kinda guy we should all aspire to be.”

Tom and the scrambler’s owner, Jake, filmed the entire build as part of a YouTube series. But when it came to the Wide of the Mark film, it would be piloted by Emma McFerran—a freestyle motocross specialist who has also ridden for the Crusty Demons and Nitro Circus.

Before the trip kicked off though, the crew treated the scrambler to a proper shakedown. And it’s just as well they did, because the forks and clutch immediately stood out as weak spots. So the front end was fitted with heavier-duty progressive springs, and the clutch upgraded.

On the trip itself, the bike did the job, albeit with a few niggles and a number of on-the-go repairs. But ultimately, Tom’s chuffed with its performance.

“Being the lightest bike on the ground at 160 kg, and piloted by one of our most experienced riders, the Nemesis proved itself time and time again.”

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