>100 bucks
>enough
>for my full tits

Like I said, you will not be able to afford it. 

Oh shoah, but you got any money?

Originally posted by zekesplayground

you have my permission to be a complicated man who doesnt. 

LOOK I AM NOT HAPPY ABOUT THIS EITHER

She’s the first ON CALL doctor thats needed in the feild because hes just…. awful. He’s a good killer, sure, he gets the job done, and STRANGELY no one ever knows its him. (top of his class in disguises, and he can actually do every accent under the sun) 

But eventually Angela starts to think he gets hurt on PURPOSE jsut so he can escaped shoot outs in meuseums with her camologue ambulance car, and cry about the bullet lodged in his ribs, just so he can tell her how pretty she looks under duress or how he couldnt let the bad guys take over the world because then he couldnt take her to hawaii. 

Alteans are summoners and Galra are necromancers. So when he goes on a quest with a bunch of paladins and finally calls forth his first, soul-bound esper, Lotor actually accidentally summons the spirit of the dead Altean Princess. She does his bidding in her sommoning circle, but he’s embaressed by it and tries to say please and thank you. She becomes self aware and berates him for being a bad altean.

So he read some books and binds her to dress he finds on the quests, so she can be body-bound and phsyically present for the rest of the trip. She tries teaching him better summoning while he explains necormancy to her. They fall in love as they try and figure out a way to marry the two principles and bring her ‘back to life’ 

Ben is the next in a long line of ghost hunters and ecorcist’s, his family is amazing at it and have bested even the greatest demons and ghouls. After years of hard training and tutorage under Luke despite luke not wanting too, Ben finally has his first case. 

It’s a scavenger girl from like 100 yrs ago who doesnt know she’s dead, in some poor part of down, in an abandoned apartment. 

And he can’t bring himself to actually do the job,

Sypha is an apostate on the run from templars, and runs into an ex-templar/seeker, trevor, who tried to capture her just for some money, but instead gets roped into her story about a sleeping god in the Deep Roads that can supposedly end the blight. 

Enter the ancient Elvhen Alucard, whose frozen in lyrium since his father used blood magic to seal him there and change form into an Archdemon. They all vow to take care of it. 

Trevor constantly has lyrium migraines. Alucard talks about how he world used to be beautiful and how this one is shit and Sypha secretely uses blood magic when they arent looking. 

Allura is actuallya prim and proper werewolf. She has a pretty den with padded walls and scented dog pillows to calm herself down. She’d got it down to a science. 

Lotor is a vampire studying and compliing a compendium of supernaturals in order to help the underground movement to break sups into the natural/human world. He’s recommended Allura for his werewolf studies by their mutual, also werewolf friend, Shiro

He asks Allura if he can view her change. 

Que the fic where Allura takes him to her fancy den/hotel and wants to help research, but she’s also talking to him through the paned glass and telling him to turn around cause she embaressed. 

Also que Lotor’s unhelpful desire to pet here cause shes big and fluffy and PINK, and even though her teeth are enormous she just whines and wags her tail at him the whole night. 

Its called Just How I Like It, inspired by what Reaper says when you damage boost him.

Summary: Gabriel enlists Angela on a Blackwatch mission and is compromised by her presence and abilities.

Then write it!

I had a plan of a chapter two where uhhh, uhmmm, gabe starts requesting Mercy be at every mission, and then puts in a transfer for her to Blackwatch, until Jack calls him out on it. 

And then Angela visits him to be like “wth is happening?” and the mere sight of seeing her makes his dick hard cause his brain associates mercy with boosts with boners

It ran through his mind as he picked out Dutch’s cigars, and through buying John’s shoe polish. And again when he stopped by the market square for Tilly’s new needles.

“For the machine?”

“Just the….” He lifted his fingers, measuring out the length and nodding. “Mending ones, I think.”

“Handstitching?” She asked, sliding out the drawer but staring at him.

Arthur swallowed. “Yes ma’am, I think so.”

“You think so, or you know?”

He looked at the floor before answering, lowering his hat to relieve himself from the woman’s stare. “She ain’t got no machine so, I reckon you’s–”

“What’s she mending? Gloves and chaps?”

“Just socks and dresses and–”

“Then it’s hand stitching.” Her hand went to her hip in a way he recognized Susan’s often did when she was starting to get cross. “I’ve got several different lengths of those though, sharps, ball points, quilting, so if you aren’t sure–”

“Can I just get one or two of each then?” He said quickly, “I’m sure that’s… that will be enough.”

It was five dollars, which, for something as small and fragile as sewing needles, seemed like a swacked-up crime. He had half a mind to tell the woman so but he’d cornered himself into the scheme and she appeared to know much much more about the topic then he did.

So what did he know.

He paid her his only five dollar bill and tried to imagine what ten thousand five dollar bills looked like.