#bellytochin

[yoursdndispatcher]

@bellytochin asked:

“please ignore them, okay?” // but instead of it being jealousy, it’s a dude hassling sonar cuz he’s a hybrid :D

Sonar was right, and Robert absolutely hated it. We don't punch random civilians, he thought to himself, running it over and over in his mind like a mantra. We don't punch random civilians, we don't punch random civilians, we don't.... It wasn't working. The very fact that Sonar was holding back should have been taken as a good sign. That good influences were winning the day. That he was debating the hero's role in society and their relationship with violence and taking this shit to heart. And shouldn't Sonar be the one to decide if this shit should be upsetting or not? Still not working... He stood, fuming, balling his hands into hard fists and imagining how good it would feel to pummel them like clubs into the guy's jaw. Bet it was glass, too, how good would that be?

He reached down and grabbed a glass bottle and threw it. As was often the case, the bottle didn't shatter when it hit the guy's head, but landed with a loud, resonant THUNK that echoed down the street. It only shattered when it hit the ground, and the guy was dazed, but still standing. Now they had his attention. ❝Hey! You have a problem with my friend, you say it upfront.❞

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@bellytochin / gets a starter !

Being a part of a team is weird enough to Jack, honestly. The only teams she's ever really worked with are criminals, gangs who needed another set of hands and didn't actually care about each other. Or at least didn't care about her. But here she is now, trying to avoid several years behind bars and doing so by ... trying to be a hero, she guesses. It's strange.

These people are strange, too. This one guy — SONAR, everyone else calls him, although he introduced himself as Victor, fucking codenames and all that bullshit — he seems interested in her. A few of the others have talked to her, sure. This guy, though ? He actually asked if she wanted to come over to his place a few days after she joined the team.

She's got nothing better to do. And despite the fact that he looks like a bat, literally with a bat head and shit, like ... he's not bad looking. He seems nice enough that when she imagines it, she doesn't mind the idea of him crawling on top of her for a few minutes. So why not ?

She doesn't really expect the house at the address he gave her to be so. Fucking. Big. It feels almost like another world entirely, like somewhere she just doesn't belong. It's ... classy. And Jack is a heavily tattooed woman with a shaved head, a foul mouth, and a worse temper. She's not classy, and she's not dressed for anything, like, elegant.

Even as she walks inside and there's Victor, she feels OUT OF PLACE. Is someone like him seriously interested in someone like her ? Fucking whatever. It'll be over in like five minutes, that's all he wants, and then she'll have no reason to come over to this stupid fucking fancy place ever again.

" Hey, " is what comes out of Jack's mouth as she approaches. Dammit, she feels awkward. He's, like, fully dressed and everything. This isn't how shit usually goes. " Nice place you got here. Got all this space to yourself or what ? " Stupid question, maybe, but it's all she's got to work with at the moment. Her mind is just kind of short circuiting and she's not sure what else to say.

[baeflame]

"He's a 10 but he keeps using scritches as a way to win every argument we have." Sonar HUFFS.

🔥​ he's a 10, but ... - accepting!

HE'S SMUG. it fucking works, though, doesn't it?

"I don't know what you're talking about."

he absolutely knows what he's talking about. two fingers slipping behind the ear, right where the fur is softest, and Sonar loses the entire thread of whatever point he was making. is that manipulation? yeah, maybe. is it effective? does he like the noises and faces he makes when he's being scritched?

fuck yeah.

his hand is already moving.

[voicestold]

This was growing to be almost too much, he's discovered. Victor stares at his home Nest, head tilted slightly to the side. He's been known to keep snacks hidden in the Nest, in the off chance that the hunger hits and he doesn't want to get up to grab something to eat, but the amount of snacks that have overtaken the space was impressively too much. It's not quite subtle anymore, that's for sure. It was going to become a lot harder to explain to curious Nest-sharers about why there were just so many. Victor drags a hand down his face with a sigh. His head turns, sending a glance behind him to the entrance of the room. He can hear Courtney's footsteps echoing down the hallway; she's humming, thought he's not quite sure what song. Victor knows well by now that she's noticed the earlier stages of the hoarding, but hasn't really commented on it. Well, no time like the present. With a low grumble, the hybrid shoves the snacks to one corner of the Nest, clearing out a massive space to give room for him to drop comfortably into The Comfort; he lays there in that spot quietly, and when Courtney's head pops into the room, she'll find him stretched out in the Nest, idly chomping on Kohakuto, Japanese candy that has a crunchy outside and soft jelly inside. It's the one snack he's hoarded the most of at this point. "I'm going through a little problem." He mutters at her, choosing that honesty is probably the best option here. "Park it. I'll explain if you wanna hear about it."

She’s noticed it way before now but Courtney doesn’t know how to bring it up. He’s either really hungry or there’s something else going on. She feels sort of awkward asking about it, she doesn’t want to make him feel bad for just being hungry. 

But then, she begins to wonder if there is something more to it. Mal had told her just to ask him when she asked, pretty tight lipped about the whole thing, which made curiosity turn into concern.  

So, seeking out Victor had been the logical step to make, even if she has no idea how the fuck to begin this kind of conversation. She could just be blunt about it but would that upset him? Fuck, she doesn’t know. 

As she heads into the room The Nest is in, she doesn’t even have to speak up before he’s already mentioning ‘the problem’. She hadn’t even had the chance to open her mouth, but she’s glad, because she wasn’t looking forward to trying to figure out how to ask about this. 

Courtney gives a nod of her head and drops down into the nest to crawl close to him. She sits down there, cross-legged, and seated in front of him. He has her full and undivided attention now. 

“I do want to hear about it. Anything you want to tell me – I'm all ears.” 

@bellytochin continued!

[gclden-paragon]

@bellytochin Large fangs bite down on the cape Blazer is wearing; the Mega Bat rumbles, mind focused on trying to tug the cape off the superhero. He only wanted the cape. It doesn't give the first few tugs, which does swarm the massive beast with some annoyance, but it does not deter the Mega Bat in the slightest. After a long period of tugging from different angles, the bat is able to pull the cape off of Blazer, holding it like some magnificent prize! Before off the Mega Bat leaves with it still clenched between his teeth, back to the work nest that was in the process of being padded with things that once belonged to others, those the Mega Bat viewed as family.

From her peripheral vision, she saw dark fur, a shadow which loomed over her. Narrowed it down to one person. Seeing Sonar's Mega Bat form was rare at the office, it happened, but people rolled with the transformation.

Didn't know what he wanted with her cape, but was curious to find out.

Blazer moved to undo the clasps holding the mantle to her shoulders, only to find she didn't need to since he managed to get it off anyway.

"Okay..." she uttered, not offended, merely perplexed. Blazer knew she could order a spare cape, so the fabric could be replaced.

Sees the Mega Bat go down the hallway and half-heartedly follows, wondering if this was some kind of dare or ongoing bet going on with Z Team or belated form of hazing inflicted on Sonar.

She'd follow, from a distance though, if Sonar decided to remark or indicate he wanted her to back off, Blazer decided she was willing to part with the cape without question, only wanted to see where he was going or what was going to be done with it.

[ladybrohawkeye]

@bellytochin "Even I don't like to touch this bitch. That's even his name." it Sonar reclines lazily against a table, the container he brought right out in the open for all to see; the invertebrate inside could probably be considered arachnophobe's biggest fears. "This is a Tarantula Hawk. They posses one of the most painful stings in the entire world and they eat tarantulas, so I keep Bitch away from all of mine." The creature doesn't do much, just continues to work on his little burrow. "He's an asshole. I literally have to breed a basic ass species of tarantula just so I have something to feed him. Fuckin' jerk."

"What kind of self fulfilling prophecy life track did you set him on?"

She didn't normally have an aversion to spiders but this one definitely sent a shiver up her spine. He just settles into his burrow and sits in wait, probably for something to eat and even that makes her grimace a little.

"So why keep him? Sounds like you gotta spend so much time and money to keep him going. Especially if you call him Bitch. He's gonna get a complex."

[walriding]

starter for @bellytochin

This new world is beautiful, in a horrible sort of way. Saturated and vibrant like no post-apocalyptic wasteland has any right to be. Beats the hell out of the barren years at least, the ones after he'd crawled out of the ground too early in the hopes of--

Well. Figures he'd survive nuclear fallout. It wasn't even the first time Miles had come limping out the other side of something unthinkable. Much like the earth itself he was changed, but still plugging along. And while he can't exactly say he's grateful for it, things could always be worse.

He squints against the harsh sun and florescent flowers painting the landscape in gaudy tones. A few paces away, the Judge studies a set of animal prints pressed into soft soil. Hard to tell what they belong to, from Miles' vantage point -- he'd never been much of an outdoorsman, and the irradiated fauna are even less familiar.

"Do you know what we're looking for?" he asks, voice still ragged from the years of disuse. Miles doesn't expect much in the way of an answer from the man behind the mask, but he finds too much silence to be grating now. How quickly he's come to crave simple human connection again after going so long without. "I'd prefer not to get gored today, if it's all the same to you."

[dreamrcven]

@bellytochin asked: "Rumor has it that I'm your favorite." Sonar's got a hell of a cheesy ass grin.

Rumor Has it || Accepting !!

        ❝ & who told you that ?? ❞

   No. Seriously. Who the hell told him? Her money is immediately    on Robert for this breach of her thoughts, the moment favorites    are known; people get fussy. & by "people", she means those    who AREN'T the favorites. Her thoughts could never just remain    to herself, could they? Last time she ever confides in anybody    about the team.

   However... She could let him have this. Just this once.

        ❝ Out of all the headaches on this team, of            course the one with knowledge in finance           & prestige education would be my favorite. ❞

   "Headaches" is said with as much affection as that masked dry    tone could muster, he has seen a glimpse of who she really was,    & it... Made this INCREASINGLY difficult. He knew this was a front,    a big brick wall to keep herself from falling apart.

   A soft, short exhale of breath through her teeth, almost holding    back a chuckle.

        ❝ That, &... You're funny. ❞