#more weird shit

[pluralzalpha]

No we're not

More weird shit please

[isbergillustration]

Tr(o)ubad(o)ur

[anon-e-miss]

The Inquisitor’s Wet Nurse

The workhouse was segregated, they always were. Alphas, Betas and Omegas all had different labour assigned to them and they were kept well apart to prevent any “incidents”. Abuse in workhouses was a never ending scandal that seemed to largely be accepted as par for the course by the general public. They were sorry, institutional spaces filled with sad and desperate mechanisms. Ricochet thought, if Jazz got too moral, Ricochet would be able to convince his twin that work as a wet nurse in the Lord Inquisitor’s handsome habsuite was a monumental step up from the drudgery of the workhouse.

There were always nursing originators amongst the labourers. Given the poor fuel provided to the Omegas their bitlets were often fussing, the creations working alongside them wraith-like. Ricochet hoped to find one that was new to the particular Pit that was the workhouse. To provide for the Twins and their own bitlet, the Omega would need to have some mass on them. He waited for the director to finish with his business and then followed the mech out into the workshop. Primus, there were so many of them. Ricochet could not help but make a face at the side of the Omegas hunched over, either knitting or weaving. Ori liked both crafts but in an industrial space like this, Ricochet thought he would loathe it.

Since the workhouse provided armour, they were all in the same drab, grey, shapeless armour. Some amongst them were nursing originators, Ricochet saw their chassis had no hoods and their cleavage was bare for all to see, allowing them to fuel their bitlets more easily as they worked. No one lifted a helm; even though Ricochet was sure they noticed him, if only by the Alpha scent he gave off. He walked amongst them, perturbed by the way they laboured in a brittle silence. Not even the bitlets or sparklings made a peep. Under the harsh incandescent light, Omegas mended tarps. Ricochet’s optics fell on a Praxian Omega whose bitlet was nursing loudly on his well. The bitlet was large, with a round middle and thick legs and arms. He kneaded the well he was not nursing from as he drank his meal. A little Alpha, Ricochet guessed, and a fine and hardy one at that. As Ricochet watched, the Omega set down his needles and switched his bitlet to his other well. His bare nozzle glistened with his bitlet’s oral lubricants. Their golden hue stood out against the mech’s silver protoform.

“That one,” Ricochet told the director. “The Praxian wit the bitty.”

“I’ll show you back to my office and then bring him to you.”

Ricochet imagined it would perturb the Omega to be brought to the director’s office but he thought the promise of shelter and freedom would be a good balm. He waited, without snooping, for the director to bring the Omega in. As a bream ticked by Ricochet wondered what the delay was. He debated for a klik whether he should go out and see what the trouble was. Just as he decided, yes, he should, the door opened and the director appeared. The poor Omega was really quite the sight in the workhouse uniform. The chestplate was much too tight for his large wells and they bulged obscenely from the gap in the armour. Even if his chestplate had come with a hood, there was no way it would have been able to close. The girdle was too tight and too small as well; cut so low Ricochet thought a wrong move could bring his upper valve into few. He was wary, the buxom Omega. As he held his bitlet close, he eyed Ricochet.

“My brother has need o’ a wet nurse,” Ricochet explained. “His triplets got no ori ‘n they ain’t doin’ well on commercial sparklin’ grade. Come wit me ‘n you’ll have lodgings in his nursery, good fuel, good armour ‘n the right to roam, so long as ya don’t let the bitties go hungry.”

“I have my own creation,” the Omega said. He met Ricochet’s optics, or his visor at least, beautifully uncowed considering his circumstances. “I will not abandon him, or starve him.”

“You’ll be given ‘nough fuel to support yer own bitty ‘n my nephews,” Ricochet assured him. “‘N when yers is ready for school, he’ll have the best education shanix can buy as thanks for yer service.”

“I accept your offer,” the Omega said, though he did not appear to have warmed up to Ricochet too much just yet. He had every reason to be nervous.”

“Fantastic!” Ricochet exclaimed. “I’ll pay off yer dues ‘n then we can go. The transports waitin’.”

[tonguethulhu]

I was tagged by @thedogeveryonehates to post 4 songs I've been listening to non-stop (although I'm not obsessively listening to music like I used to)

Show Me The Body - Arcanum

Dog Fashion Disco - Siddhis

King Dude - Fear Is All You Know

Claypool Lennon Delirium - Satori

*(Cover of 1971 Japanese heavy metal band - Flower Travellin' Band)

**Yes that is Sean Lennon and Les Claypool

BONUS ROUND:

King Crimson - Elephant Talk & Thela Hun Ginjeet

Tom Waits - Goin' Out West

The Melvins - Revolve

Municipal Waste - You're Cut Off

I'm tagging: @pissxxjug @hexafu @deathslittlecherrybomb @peachy-keeyn

[zombieplaguedoc]

Me: *screams loudly*

Jerome: *comes running in holding a shotgun* What?! What?! What happened?! Where's the creep?! Where's the fire?!

Me: Bro, I texted my boyfriend 'hey babe, you awake?' but I didn't actually text him and I ended up accidentally texting his brother instead!

Jerome: .....

Me: I accidentally called my boyfriend's brother 'babe'! 😫😫😫😫

Jerome:

[firetigeraries]

HH x Moulin Rouge Crossover Part 1! 

The product of overwork and sleep deprivation. Enjoy.  

[helabadbitch]

More weird fucking dreams!!

I and someone else--I believe my mother--where at this little carnival thing. Though I don't remember there being rides, there were a lot of people playing games. Including one with two lines of people and others race down the middle and attempt to get to the other side.

Anyways time flies and we go back to this place were staying at for the time being with massive windows all over the place. Buts fine cuz it's secluded and in the forest, a massive forest like up North. We gather the dogs--our actual two in real life and another dog I've never seen for some reason--into a bedroom with us to go to sleep. We later wake up when all three dogs start growling at the window only to see a flash of a humanoid figure run past the huge slab of glass in our room.  We panic and attempt to run to another safer room all the while I'm clutching on to the dogs so they don't get Left Behind.

Then I don't remember how, but the dream transitions into another dream--or rather another part. As if it's supposed to be as I got a vision or memory. Anyways it starts in a schoolyard and a little boy girl are talking about wanting to walk home instead of be picked up late. They're neighbor's so walking together makes sense. However, they live pretty far outside of town but in their little minds--that couldn't have been older than 8--they decide it's a good idea. The walk was long but they didn't really mind. Mostly because they talked to each other indepth and lost track of time. So before they knew it they were back at the girl's house and it was becoming sundown.

I think this is around the time I realized they were in the fifties because the girl had these two curls of hair down a little past her shoulders. While the boy was dressed in clothes that were out of this time.

Getting back to the story they soon realized that there was no one there at the little girl's house. Plus it was getting dark due to bith sundown and storm clouds starting to form.  So they decide to go to the little boy's house.

They make it there right as it starts raining so when they come they come in in little bit wet and it's basically black outside by now. The boy's house is very similar to the one from the first part dream but I don't believe in it was the same house. Just had similar large windows. The boy's parents came around the corner and almost cried in relief. The father was obviously dressed in a nice brown suit and had bright red hair with a short beard. His mother looked similar the girl based on the nearly same dress and hair-do.

The kids could tell from their faces that there's something else going on besides themselves having probably gone missing for an hour or two. The parents pulled the duo into the office next room over. Which had a massive window that's pretty much the entire of the wall on the side opposite of the door. The desk faced the glass which only showed the dark woods outside. It was raining pretty hard by now and the father asked me to go get a pencil on the shelf next to the window. It was pretty dark so the girl went certain around but that's when I heard a dog or a next to me start to growl and came into the very little light of the window. He had a striking resemblance to my dog, Leonard, and the girl turned right into the window cause it's obviously that was what he was growing at. And with a shock of lightning there stood this huge grey creature. But not massive as in weight but rather just height because its limbs were so gangly as it towered over us. I remember the little girl screaming, as I woke up.