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❤️💙💛 WELCOME TO THE CLOWDER CIRCUS ❤️💙💛
Finally drew all of them together 🥺💕
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YOOOOO THE WHOLE GANG’S HERE! Finally got around to doing busts of my Pokemon Moon Team gijinkas - known as the Nobodies. They’re a bunch of criminals going around Alola, causing trouble, annoying the Aether foundation, and bounty hunting the occasional Ultra Beast here and there.
These guys are probably my favourite team of Pokemon gijinkas I’ve had, and they’ve been a while in the making, so it’s so exciting to see all of these guys all together in full colour! Will post more detailed bios later. ~
The echo of the wind through his hair and ears had him adjusting ever so slightly in his seated position, rifle nudging just the tiniest of fractions to the left. Compensation - he told himself - the wind would mean drag, it would mean off target, it would goddamn mean missing his target if he didn’t listen well to the lady of nature.
The target was standing there, laughing with another upon the deck of the boat the two were on. The middle of the lake meant no one to hassle them, no one to overhear deals or enjoyments that were illegal.
“Lining in sights,” he murmured into the coms, voice soft and barely there. Almost a shadow, a wisp. It was sometimes terrifying how accurate and how silent the kid was at all times. “Orders?”
“Can the kid even make that shot?” A gruff voice came through, causing him to grit his teeth and hold back a growl as he gripped his rifle even tighter, breath held. “It’s five miles from his position... The lake is in unrest, the boat is rocking, and they keep moving back and forth... Not to mention it’s right at the edge of the range of his rifle...”
“Watch me,” he hissed quietly, eyes narrowing as he grabbed a handful of chocolate mints from beside him. “Boss? Count down?”
“T-minus fifteen seconds.” The voice was suave and nothing but authority. “Line your shots, register your target...”
“Ten bucks says the kid doesn’t make the shot and we have to get in there...”
He grit his teeth at the words, determination roaring through him, an anger as an echo of a voice rebounded through his head from only a few months past. He’d do it. He’d show them. He’d make the shot, make Boss proud. Boss gets what Boss wants. Always.
“Ten seconds... Eight. Seven. Six... Five...”
The sound was soft, reverberating through his chest as the bullets left the gun. Two consecutive shots, one sound. The splatter of blood through the air before both men crumpled almost silently, and a part of him just seemed to relax, a loud sigh leaving his lips that could be heard over the coms even through the sound of the multiple swearings of “Holy shit! Holy shit! Did you see that? Holy shit!”
“Targets eliminated. Standing down and waiting for extraction...” He was able to grumble out, his world slightly spinning.
Ten. Hours.
Ten hours of having it activated. Ten hours of honing in upon two tiny targets with little room for mistake. Ten hours of following them down the lake to a position where it would be easier for clean up and less chance of them being heard or seen.
He couldn’t turn it off at that point, couldn’t stop the way his eye zoned in, the way it pinpointed the goddamn fly that was zipping around one of the bodies, the individual pump of it’s wings. He could not stop the way it zoomed in a bit more to the shore upon the other side of the boat, the way a small fox bounded it’s way through the brush along the trees’ edge line.
Heart hammering, anxiety building as well as panic, he started panting out over the open network. “Calm, mijo. Just calm. It’s alright. Deep breaths... Close your eyes...”
“I-Is... is that... Oh god!” He gasped out, tears coming to his eyes. “B-Boss! Boss!” It was almost a sob as he curled in on himself, hands gripping at his hair in his attack.
“Almost there, mijo. Almost there. Deep breaths. Turn it off...”
“I-I... I can’t!” He sobbed, covering his face with his hands. “It won’t turn off!”
“Longshot! Calm. Down! That’s an order!”
“B-Boss... Boss get what boss wants...” He was able to gasp out, hands curling into fists over his eyes as he tried to squeeze his eyes shut.
Boss gets what Boss wants. Always.
He hard learned that from a very young age. Deadlock taught him that... Pa taught him that.
Boss gets... what Boss wants.
“Well... his fist mission and he panics and has an anxiety attack after killin’ someone... Bonzer... Don’ seem like he’s Blackwatch material, Reyes...”
“I don’t need your opinion right now, Dingo. Just do your job, clean up the wake, and get to your extraction point...” The voice was starting to sound a little angry, and he winced at the tones he could hear.
It was like Pa all over again...
He didn’t want to be punished.
“I’m sorry... I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” it was gasped out, over and over again, tears leaking from his eyes as he rocked himself back and forth. “I’m... I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Boss! Please no! No! No!”
A hand on his shoulder had him wincing and tensing just before someone was pulling him into their arms and burying his face into their chest. “Shh, mijo... shh. I’m here. It’s alright. Mission complete. You did good...”
“He’s broken down, Reyes... He’s a liability...” The voice over the coms grunted before there was a disgusted noise. “Eugh... damn... I really owe you ten bucks, boss... Although... we should call it even since he broke down... Kid’s not ready for missions...”
“I don’t need your opinion, Dingo!” The man holding him snarled out before he calmed himself at the shiver that ran through him. “Easy, Longshot, easy... You did good, kid. You did good... Let’s get you back on the dropship and get that Eagle Eye of yours turned off, yeah?”
He nodded silently as he gripped onto Gabriel while the man easily hefted him into his arms and quickly carried him back to their transport.
Boss gets what Boss wants.
But his new boss...
His new Boss actually... cared.
dusty
The final fantasy!au no one asked for. Lolol. Dusty is a Miqo’te that was found and raised by one Gabriel Reyes, an Au Ra that was pulled into the Empire to work for them after his homeland was destroyed. They travel alongside Roudy Conver and Sombra, all making up a group called Blackwatch that find stolen crystals from the Empire and either destroy them or obtain them and take them back to the Empire.
Dusty Niyoltsoh
Age: Unknown
Birth date: July 22nd
Nationality: Navajo/Hispanic
Bio: At a young age Dusty was sold off to Los Muertos to barter a deal between the Deadlock and the Los Muertos gang. His father - commonly known as Pa McCree - made a deal with one of the higher ups within the gang, selling his son to them in order to gain their support and have availability to trading routes and better ammunition as well as weapons. Starting at the age of four, Dusty became a member of the Los Muertos gang, finding out rather quickly that they were not as… tough… as Deadlock was with their members.
True, there were small sects within the gang that were more ruthless than the one he had been placed within, but for the most part, Dusty grew up a cherished member of the gang - even if his boss, aka his father figure - told him countlessly and tirelessly that if he did not listen they would eat him. It was a running joke among the older members.
Even growing up with the gang, Dusty was still able to see him mother every other week, and she would tell him countless stories of her people as well as the spirits. In fact, the gang encouraged the interactions. Upon his mother’s death, the gang actually sent Dusty to his mother’s reservation to learn more of his people and heritage. He meets one Shiloh Sweetwater during this time.
He learned he is much like his mother, a spirit talker, one that can see and converse with the spirits, but unlike his mother and others that he had met upon the reservation that were spirit talkers, once he had made a bond with a spirit, it appeared upon his skin, painting it for everyone to see so they would know how they appear to Dusty.
It became mandatory for Dusty to start using Los Muertos’s glow paint when he went out on jobs for them, so others could not see his tattoos upon his skin.
He grew up with Sombra, both becoming best friends and aiding each other with their problems and issues, never leaving one another’s side and always playing the “game” together. A united force, if you will.
They fall in with Reaper, the larger game at play that intrigues them both.
In their minds…
Fuck Talon.
We do this with our own volition and work with Reaper to play the game.
But one thing is absolutely certain…
Going up against one Jesse McCree makes him wonder about things.
Main Weapon: Tonfas and the ability to call upon the spirits.
Secondary Weapon: Stolen Railgun Sniping Rifle with a 10 mile range.
