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Curling forward in pain he sputters, hissing at her with annoyance. “Ye-yea I was just checki-ing. To make sure you’re the real Mori.” Standing straight he runs a palm through his slicked back hair. “You’ve still got that flat fucking ass.”

He’s beaming at her, and ruffles her hair affectionately. “It’s been a long fucking time. I married that demon fuck Cipher. He keeps me busy. Keeps my ass busy. HA.” Winking sloppily with his metal implant he takes a seat on the bench behind, eyeing her up and down with a smirk. “You been working out?”

“A bit,” she scoffs, and shakes her head incredulously. She has to admire his nerve.

“So. You got married. Someone was really desperate enough to take you?” It’s meant as a friendly barb, as evidenced by her grin. “I was wondering where you went. Honestly I thought you might be dead.” Instead of sitting beside him, she opts for taking a seat on the ground in front of the bench, reclining on the grass. Doesn’t hurt that the handle of her favorite knife is showing from the top of her boot.

Chuckling he takes out a thick cigar, and lights it; his face clouding with smoke a second later. Spewing it away with his palm he grins. “Bet you’d like that hm? If I wound up dead? You could dance all over my little grave.” Shaking his head with a smirk he takes another drag. “Bill is good for me. I still get to fuck whores. He goes on his murder spree. And then we make sweet love while yapping on about how we abhor one another. Truly, a delectable marriage.”

Eyes move down to rest on her figure. She seems...happier? Or maybe that was just his wistful hope talking. Nonetheless she’s sprawled out on the grass, a look of contentment that he had never seen before plastered to those cheeks.

“Mm. You got away from him? For good this time?” He muses, leaning forward and blowing the gray clouds directly at her.

@badomenwatching

Ricki lathers his hands in the leftover pig blood, smearing it on his outfit and face, reveling in that awful sticky stench. Satisfied he proceeds to ruffle his hair, undo a few buttons on his shirt, and grabs a kitchen knife, dipping it into the blood to stain it as well.

A few deep breaths and he scampers into Omen’s room, screaming at the top of his lungs. “I KILLED JASPER. I DID IT. I FUCKING DID IT.” He cackles loudly, sliding into a heap on the floor and tearing at his hair, hand still clutching the knife.

The room was quiet for a moment. Moment that seemed to stretch incredibly long, in an uneasy and uncomfortable way, alarming every more or less sane person that indeed, there is always lull before the storm.

Then the space was getting cold, something moved on the edge of Ricki’s sight and under Omen’s bed. The other could only hope his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him and what moved was a spider. Or two. Or three?

“What happened?” Omen asked, his voice just a little bit louder than usually, sharp like a knife. “What. Happened. Ricki. “ he repeated.

Ricki’s eyes widen as small little legs protrude from the edge of the bed, scampering towards him. He squeals, leaping to his feet, before coughing awkwardly. “Aha!! He was pissing me off! So I stabbed that fucker to death.” He laughs obnoxiously loud, waving the knife around half hazardly.

Pogo enters with a soft, “mrow?” And glances at the crazy man, before padding to Omen and rubbing his legs for pets.

Omen was able to believe in Ricki’s lie seeing the blood and restless eyes until he saw Pogo. Little sweet, ball of fur nuzzled over his legs, getting fascinated by the long, loose skirt, peeking under it bravely. She let out a small, slightly confused “meow?” as stranger picked her up and marched quickly.

Being at the level of Ricki he pushed him roughly to the wall and not paying any more attention exited the room. “ Jasper? JASPER?” preacher raised his voice looking around, the facade of calmness slowly collapsing as he felt his heart pounding.

Pogo purrs in the preachers arms, nuzzling into his body. As he calls for Jasper she too howls for her owner.

Ricki pushes off the wall with a grunt, trailing Omen while he snickers. Jasper was out with a client; building some sort of mechanic for them. He wouldn’t be back for a couple of days. But Omen can see the jars of pig blood in the kitchen, some of it smeared on the counters by accident. And it’s then that Ricki completely bawls over with laughter.

“HAHHDHD I-YOU THOUGHT. I GOT YOU GOOD. HAHAHAH.”

The foul scent of pig’s blood hit his nostrils and the man put little, fluffy princess down, making sure she’s safe in proper distance. Meanwhile the man smiled. But the grin was nowhere near to call it warm or loving, instead spreading on his facade, creating a joyless, bizarre mask.

“Oh yes. You sure got me Ricki” Omen said and there wasn’t much power in his words but with each of the word there were other voices rising, ringing in the ears with foreign accents and unknown languages. “ It sounds delightful, no, Ricki? To strip man from thing he loves. From things he cares about” the man took a step closer. And another one.

His giggles dissipate until he’s coughing awkwardly, pulling away until his back presses uncomfortably into the kitchen counter. Tipping the edge of the knife he presses it to Omen’s stomach to keep the man from getting any closer. Sneering he grins, golden teeth shiny and gleaming. Voices brought by Omen clash with the ones already tearing his brain, and he cocks his head to the side.

“Heh-touch me and Jasper will leave yo witch ass in the past.” Snickering he draws the knife back, and tears it upward, before bringing it sharply down onto the wood counter. It imbeds into the surface, and Ricki cackles, leaning in to give Omen a gentle smooch on the nose.

Omen didn't seem disturbed or worried by the tip of the knife being pressed against his stomach. He also didn't react much at the weapon getting stuck in the wooden surface of the counter nor at the mischevious, little smooch on his nose. His eyes were empty, so wonderfully shiny with the whiteness visible since their faces were apart ony few inches.

"Oh fourse my, Little Lamb" he said, voice coming through clenched throat sounded dangerous almost furious despire the static on his face. "But he have to believe you first. " Omen smiled and leaned forward to plant a soft kiss on his forehead and before the man could react stranger straightened his back, moving away from his reach. "It's okay my child."

The cyborg turns beet red at the kiss, worrying the flesh of his lip as those detached, milky irises pierce his gaze. Wiping his shoulders with a grimace he strides past Omen, reaching for the liquor cabinet and yanking a bottle of golden aged whiskey. He knocks a glass back, swallowing hungrily and exhaling loudly when he finishes. It royally ticked him off that Omen had managed to gain the trust of two of the people he held most dear; Jasper and Mori. But despite the witch craft and the creepy pet names, Omen didn’t give off any bad vibes.

“Eh, alright. Alright. What you plan to marry him? Fucking lord knows he wants to marry y-“ he sputters, and coughs, accidentally letting that slip. “I mean. H-he wants to marry in general. N-not you.” Leaning over the counter he rubs his temples in exasperation. “Why do you love him Omen? I know why I love him. He’s everything to me. But why you? Why?!”

🍑👅💦💦💦 Ricki makes a point to squeeze extra hard, mis colored eyes glinting with a snarky confidence.

There’s maybe a split second before Mori pivots and slams her fist full force into Ricki’s gut. She’d have aimed for his nose if she were tall enough.

“You dick!”

Curling forward in pain he sputters, hissing at her with annoyance. “Ye-yea I was just checki-ing. To make sure you’re the real Mori.” Standing straight he runs a palm through his slicked back hair. “You’ve still got that flat fucking ass.”

He’s beaming at her, and ruffles her hair affectionately. “It’s been a long fucking time. I married that demon fuck Cipher. He keeps me busy. Keeps my ass busy. HA.” Winking sloppily with his metal implant he takes a seat on the bench behind, eyeing her up and down with a smirk. “You been working out?”

@badomenwatching

Ricki lathers his hands in the leftover pig blood, smearing it on his outfit and face, reveling in that awful sticky stench. Satisfied he proceeds to ruffle his hair, undo a few buttons on his shirt, and grabs a kitchen knife, dipping it into the blood to stain it as well.

A few deep breaths and he scampers into Omen’s room, screaming at the top of his lungs. “I KILLED JASPER. I DID IT. I FUCKING DID IT.” He cackles loudly, sliding into a heap on the floor and tearing at his hair, hand still clutching the knife.

The room was quiet for a moment. Moment that seemed to stretch incredibly long, in an uneasy and uncomfortable way, alarming every more or less sane person that indeed, there is always lull before the storm.

Then the space was getting cold, something moved on the edge of Ricki’s sight and under Omen’s bed. The other could only hope his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him and what moved was a spider. Or two. Or three?

“What happened?” Omen asked, his voice just a little bit louder than usually, sharp like a knife. “What. Happened. Ricki. “ he repeated.

Ricki’s eyes widen as small little legs protrude from the edge of the bed, scampering towards him. He squeals, leaping to his feet, before coughing awkwardly. “Aha!! He was pissing me off! So I stabbed that fucker to death.” He laughs obnoxiously loud, waving the knife around half hazardly.

Pogo enters with a soft, “mrow?” And glances at the crazy man, before padding to Omen and rubbing his legs for pets.

Omen was able to believe in Ricki’s lie seeing the blood and restless eyes until he saw Pogo. Little sweet, ball of fur nuzzled over his legs, getting fascinated by the long, loose skirt, peeking under it bravely. She let out a small, slightly confused “meow?” as stranger picked her up and marched quickly.

Being at the level of Ricki he pushed him roughly to the wall and not paying any more attention exited the room. “ Jasper? JASPER?” preacher raised his voice looking around, the facade of calmness slowly collapsing as he felt his heart pounding.

Pogo purrs in the preachers arms, nuzzling into his body. As he calls for Jasper she too howls for her owner.

Ricki pushes off the wall with a grunt, trailing Omen while he snickers. Jasper was out with a client; building some sort of mechanic for them. He wouldn’t be back for a couple of days. But Omen can see the jars of pig blood in the kitchen, some of it smeared on the counters by accident. And it’s then that Ricki completely bawls over with laughter.

“HAHHDHD I-YOU THOUGHT. I GOT YOU GOOD. HAHAHAH.”

The foul scent of pig’s blood hit his nostrils and the man put little, fluffy princess down, making sure she’s safe in proper distance. Meanwhile the man smiled. But the grin was nowhere near to call it warm or loving, instead spreading on his facade, creating a joyless, bizarre mask.

“Oh yes. You sure got me Ricki” Omen said and there wasn’t much power in his words but with each of the word there were other voices rising, ringing in the ears with foreign accents and unknown languages. “ It sounds delightful, no, Ricki? To strip man from thing he loves. From things he cares about” the man took a step closer. And another one.

His giggles dissipate until he’s coughing awkwardly, pulling away until his back presses uncomfortably into the kitchen counter. Tipping the edge of the knife he presses it to Omen’s stomach to keep the man from getting any closer. Sneering he grins, golden teeth shiny and gleaming. Voices brought by Omen clash with the ones already tearing his brain, and he cocks his head to the side.

“Heh-touch me and Jasper will leave yo witch ass in the past.” Snickering he draws the knife back, and tears it upward, before bringing it sharply down onto the wood counter. It imbeds into the surface, and Ricki cackles, leaning in to give Omen a gentle smooch on the nose.

@badomenwatching

Ricki lathers his hands in the leftover pig blood, smearing it on his outfit and face, reveling in that awful sticky stench. Satisfied he proceeds to ruffle his hair, undo a few buttons on his shirt, and grabs a kitchen knife, dipping it into the blood to stain it as well.

A few deep breaths and he scampers into Omen’s room, screaming at the top of his lungs. “I KILLED JASPER. I DID IT. I FUCKING DID IT.” He cackles loudly, sliding into a heap on the floor and tearing at his hair, hand still clutching the knife.

The room was quiet for a moment. Moment that seemed to stretch incredibly long, in an uneasy and uncomfortable way, alarming every more or less sane person that indeed, there is always lull before the storm.

Then the space was getting cold, something moved on the edge of Ricki’s sight and under Omen’s bed. The other could only hope his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him and what moved was a spider. Or two. Or three?

“What happened?” Omen asked, his voice just a little bit louder than usually, sharp like a knife. “What. Happened. Ricki. “ he repeated.

Ricki’s eyes widen as small little legs protrude from the edge of the bed, scampering towards him. He squeals, leaping to his feet, before coughing awkwardly. “Aha!! He was pissing me off! So I stabbed that fucker to death.” He laughs obnoxiously loud, waving the knife around half hazardly.

Pogo enters with a soft, “mrow?” And glances at the crazy man, before padding to Omen and rubbing his legs for pets.

Omen was able to believe in Ricki’s lie seeing the blood and restless eyes until he saw Pogo. Little sweet, ball of fur nuzzled over his legs, getting fascinated by the long, loose skirt, peeking under it bravely. She let out a small, slightly confused “meow?” as stranger picked her up and marched quickly.

Being at the level of Ricki he pushed him roughly to the wall and not paying any more attention exited the room. “ Jasper? JASPER?” preacher raised his voice looking around, the facade of calmness slowly collapsing as he felt his heart pounding.

Pogo purrs in the preachers arms, nuzzling into his body. As he calls for Jasper she too howls for her owner.

Ricki pushes off the wall with a grunt, trailing Omen while he snickers. Jasper was out with a client; building some sort of mechanic for them. He wouldn’t be back for a couple of days. But Omen can see the jars of pig blood in the kitchen, some of it smeared on the counters by accident. And it’s then that Ricki completely bawls over with laughter.

“HAHHDHD I-YOU THOUGHT. I GOT YOU GOOD. HAHAHAH.”

@badomenwatching

Ricki lathers his hands in the leftover pig blood, smearing it on his outfit and face, reveling in that awful sticky stench. Satisfied he proceeds to ruffle his hair, undo a few buttons on his shirt, and grabs a kitchen knife, dipping it into the blood to stain it as well.

A few deep breaths and he scampers into Omen’s room, screaming at the top of his lungs. “I KILLED JASPER. I DID IT. I FUCKING DID IT.” He cackles loudly, sliding into a heap on the floor and tearing at his hair, hand still clutching the knife.

The room was quiet for a moment. Moment that seemed to stretch incredibly long, in an uneasy and uncomfortable way, alarming every more or less sane person that indeed, there is always lull before the storm.

Then the space was getting cold, something moved on the edge of Ricki’s sight and under Omen’s bed. The other could only hope his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him and what moved was a spider. Or two. Or three?

“What happened?” Omen asked, his voice just a little bit louder than usually, sharp like a knife. “What. Happened. Ricki. “ he repeated.

Ricki’s eyes widen as small little legs protrude from the edge of the bed, scampering towards him. He squeals, leaping to his feet, before coughing awkwardly. “Aha!! He was pissing me off! So I stabbed that fucker to death.” He laughs obnoxiously loud, waving the knife around half hazardly.

Pogo enters with a soft, “mrow?” And glances at the crazy man, before padding to Omen and rubbing his legs for pets.

@spacepiratericky

“Ya know I just want a little fuck. A tiny one. A little bit of skin. A little mmnnff mnnnfff mnnfff.” Ricki humps the air, utilizing his hand to smack a fake ass. Reeling with laughter he nudges the other. “Cmon female version of me. Pirate gal. Ricki the ticky tavy bitch. Bane of my existence. Less have a little fun. Take the night by storm. You and me. Bonny and Clyde. Except hotter. Fuck dude...I don’t even know what Bonny and Clyde look like. You reckon they were sexy? Nmmm?”

@badomenwatching

Ricki lathers his hands in the leftover pig blood, smearing it on his outfit and face, reveling in that awful sticky stench. Satisfied he proceeds to ruffle his hair, undo a few buttons on his shirt, and grabs a kitchen knife, dipping it into the blood to stain it as well.

A few deep breaths and he scampers into Omen’s room, screaming at the top of his lungs. “I KILLED JASPER. I DID IT. I FUCKING DID IT.” He cackles loudly, sliding into a heap on the floor and tearing at his hair, hand still clutching the knife.

#best prank ever

@lovedlegion

He sizes the girl up, grinning with those shiny golden pearls. “Heard you’re about as coocoo as me.” A metal hand maneuvers to pat her lovely strawberry strands. “You’d make a cute cyborg honey bunny.” A finger curls over some locks, twirling them calmly.

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Her hair is like pink silk, soft and smooth to the touch, despite being slightly disheveled and feral looking, as if she’d just crawled out of bed less than ten minutes ago, but at the same time, her pale complexion and dark circles suggests that she hasn’t touched a bed in a long, long time.

“We’re making cyborgs now? The times really have changed.”

There’s a smile playing on the corners of her lips, equal parts lascivious and condescending.

“Are you saying you want to pick me apart? You’re certainly welcome to try.”

#ricki is broom man #jasper is the other

Tipping his head to the side, his lips twitch curiously. His hand trails off of her, lingering to his side.

“While that is a most tantalizing offer, I’m afraid I am in need of different services.” He allows her to ponder what those services may be, straightening his vermillion over coat and rapping the side of his skull to jostle the mechanics within.

“Mmm there’s a pesky dog next door; yap yap yap yap...” he opens and closes his hand to visualize the sound, rolling his eyes exasperated. “Can’t get much sleep....so you know...want you to do a little snip snip. A little mnnfnfnnfnfn!” Wrapping his palms over his throat he pretends to choke, collapsing over onto the ground dramatically, and finally giving the girl a wicked smile.

@lovedlegion

He sizes the girl up, grinning with those shiny golden pearls. “Heard you’re about as coocoo as me.” A metal hand maneuvers to pat her lovely strawberry strands. “You’d make a cute cyborg honey bunny.” A finger curls over some locks, twirling them calmly.

like this for a starter from the nasty boy Ricki

lmaonade

you gotta watch nirvanna the band the show

Jasper is now chubby because I don’t see enough heavier muses here so.

He’s still just as handsome with his new double chin and tummy rolls. Need a new face claim.

gcdgiven

“why haven’t you been more active?”

Mori sits at the edge of a small creek, staring blankly into the water as minnows dart around. The neckline of the sweater she’s borrowing is pulled up over her nose, obscuring half her face- something she’s found to be comforting. Every so often, her eyes drift to the opposite bank, following something just behind the treeline before dropping back to the water.

There’s a slight russtle in the grass, and she tilts her head back against the tree almost lazily, not bothering to see who’s stumbled upon her. The arm pressed to her side brushes over the portal gun tucked into the waist of her jeans, out of sight.

“Need something?” She sounds tired, despite having slept almost all day.

“Yea dumbass.” Comes the harsh slur of his voice, as a stiff robotic palm grasps her shoulder. “Need you to stop being such an emo fucking teenager.”

He plops beside her, fingers digging up pebbles from the soil and chucking them at the minnows swimming around frantically. There’s a drawn out silence as both seem to settle into the moment they’re sharing together. Ricki is haunched over, eyes focused on the ripples of the peaceful water.

“Mori...” he breaths, almost a whisper, like her name holds the weight of a curse if spoken too loudly. But it’s then that the wind shifts, and the reek of alcohol is able to flood her nostrils.

“If you’re gonna ask if we can bang, I’m gonna shove you in the water,” she scoffs.

“Not that I’m not absolutely thrilled to see you, but what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be missing pieces by now?” She steals a pebble and tosses it, meaning to skip it. It sinks with a loud plunk.

Ricki hiccups; furrowing his brows. He absolutely was going to ask if they could bang.

“Mmm. Timeline junk. Got all funky. Citadel was looking for a version of me that had attempted man slaughter or something. I dunno. Feel bad for alternate me.” Shrugging, he glances at Mori with a raised brow. “And aren’t you supposed to be so-some fucking witch now? Hm? If you want me to leave couldn’t you just OOooo pwah pwah...” he wiggles his fingers at her. “abraca fuck you Ricki. Right? You’re some sorta oracle now huh?”

Mori laughs- if a short exhale through her nose counts as a laugh.

“I wouldn’t call it that.” She bites her lip, leaning forward a bit to look around before plucking a single dry weed. She holds it up for Ricki to see, then leans back and closes her eyes. A minute passes. Her face and neck grow pale, and the smallest bit of blood starts to tickle her nose. Slowly, the stem of the weed bends and snaps, dangling by a sliver of plant fiber.

Mori opens her eyes. Her head turns in Ricki’s direction, but it takes her a second to figure out which Ricki to make eyecontact with- the more solid figure in the center, or the two floating around his head. She blinks, hard.

“How’d you hear about that? You talk to Omen?” She doesn’t even know if they know each other, but Omen is the only other person who knows about her ability.

#oh no its my fault!!#i got hella confused with tbe timeline

Ricki rolls his eyes. “A weed. What the hell are y-“ eyes widening he gapes. But as soon as she finishes he quickly tries to hide his astonishment, straightening his over coat and coughing. That certainly sobered him up a bit. Of course, he had seen that sort of thing living in the multiverse. It just felt so incredibly strange to see someone he cared about having such capabilities.

“Omen is dating my brother unfortunately. He doesn’t talk about you. But he smells like you sometimes. I say that in the least creepy way possible.” He mutters, looking both irritated and bored. “Are you fucking him? Cause if so that’s awesome I can let me brother know and then he’ll stop fawning over the freak. Please be fucking him.”

Mori sits at the edge of a small creek, staring blankly into the water as minnows dart around. The neckline of the sweater she’s borrowing is pulled up over her nose, obscuring half her face- something she’s found to be comforting. Every so often, her eyes drift to the opposite bank, following something just behind the treeline before dropping back to the water.

There’s a slight russtle in the grass, and she tilts her head back against the tree almost lazily, not bothering to see who’s stumbled upon her. The arm pressed to her side brushes over the portal gun tucked into the waist of her jeans, out of sight.

“Need something?” She sounds tired, despite having slept almost all day.

“Yea dumbass.” Comes the harsh slur of his voice, as a stiff robotic palm grasps her shoulder. “Need you to stop being such an emo fucking teenager.”

He plops beside her, fingers digging up pebbles from the soil and chucking them at the minnows swimming around frantically. There’s a drawn out silence as both seem to settle into the moment they’re sharing together. Ricki is haunched over, eyes focused on the ripples of the peaceful water.

“Mori...” he breaths, almost a whisper, like her name holds the weight of a curse if spoken too loudly. But it’s then that the wind shifts, and the reek of alcohol is able to flood her nostrils.

“If you’re gonna ask if we can bang, I’m gonna shove you in the water,” she scoffs.

“Not that I’m not absolutely thrilled to see you, but what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be missing pieces by now?” She steals a pebble and tosses it, meaning to skip it. It sinks with a loud plunk.