Also, i saw that screen where she was kinda fighting with a staff and im??? in love??? also customized the clothes a little (lot) because i… cant stop myself from customizing everything oops
Every time i see a post or tweet about twilight being gay culture or hilarious I just think about how the Quileute tribe of Washington had to set up a website specifically to combat racist misinformation that was being spread about their history and customs by stephenie meyer. Like she really just took an existing group of people with millennia of actual history and an actual mythos and culture and then just made shit up to fit her sexy mormon abstinence only tract
A comic that started out trying to be porn has no business being this clever and funny all the time.
….what
Yeah Oglaf started out as an attempt to do porn. It still has enough casual nudity and sex jokes that at least ¾ strips are nsfw, but mostly they’re just being hilarious. So you go from this:
In all honesty, I can’t help but feel this is the kind of person Hunk is becoming.
This is 1000% the kind of person Hunk is growing into.
Also, Jas is beautiful and skilled and bad for my heart.
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“Shiro?” Hunk’s voice was a hesitant whisper as he turned his head this way and that, searching for the Paladins’ leader.
No sign of him. This was bad. They were supposed to meet back up with Lance and Pidge soon before getting out of this hellhole the Galra called a work camp.
Hunk went back up a little ways along the corridor they’d been moving along. His voice was a hoarse whisper, wanting to get Shiro’s attention, but terrified that he might get someone else’s, “Shiro?”
Still nothing. Dammit. Where WAS he?
He took a deep breath in and out and straightened his shoulders, screwing his courage into place.
I can do this.
He continued back the way he’d come at a run, up the corridor, sticking to shadows as he searched for Shiro. In one hand, his fingers clenched and unclenched on the untransformed bayard in a nervous fidget.
He hadn’t gone too far before he heard the scuffling noises of a fight in the stone-lined corridors. He threw himself into a rock alcove just outside of the lighted area where the fight was occurring, slowly leaning out until he could see what was happening.
Shiro faced off against a semicircle of Galra soldiers, armed with the shock sticks that were growing to be a far too familiar presence the more they went after these sort of installations. The soldiers had thier backs to Hunk, physically blocking the path between the two Paladins. Shiro’s eyes were wide, his breathing ragged, and he fought back against thier attacks in jerking almost spasmodic motions.
Shiro should have been able to break through this, or should have called to him for help before it got so bad. Something is wrong. Very, very wrong. They must be more dangerous than they normally are. If Shiro can’t handle them, there’s no way I can. I should go to the rendezvous point. Get back up. With Lance and Pidge…
Shiro made a pained noise, jerking Hunk out of his swirl of panicked thoughts. His eyes followed the line of how Shiro’s body hunched in pain to see his cybernetic arm was broken, trailing wires and an outer panel was shattered. Now Hunk saw that not just were his eyes wide, the pupils were pin pricks, shifting restlessly back and forth, unseeing. Or not seeing his current surroundings at any rate.
NO.
Hunk grit his teeth and raised the bayard, concentrating with intent to manifest the shoulder cannon. His brain was already running the calculations, the angels of how best to rush and take down as many of the soldiers as he could in his first rush.
His friend needed him. Needed him NOW. He didn’t turn his back on people, especially not on his friends. He protected his friends, the family he chose in this life. They were more important than anything else. Shiro was one of those special, most important people in his universe.
He roared in wordless anger and fear as he came running out of his hiding spot, firing one sideways shot into the farthest soldiers.
Only one shot. He couldn’t count on Shiro not moving into the blasting radius of a second shot. He wasn’t reacting predictably. He was probably trapped in a flashback of his days as a prisoner. There was no way to know what he was seeing now.
Hunk slammed the broadside of the weapon into another soldier, glancing off of the taller alien and slamming into a second one before forcing his way through the line to Shiro’s side. The bayard de-transformed and he slipped it into his holster. It was too large for close quarters fighting, and he couldn’t risk hitting Shiro with it by accident.
Man, he wished he’d put more effort into his hand-to-hand combat classes.
He spun, putting Shiro behind him, his wide shoulders doing what they were meant to do in this world, protect those in need of help. That is who he was. Who he wanted to be. Who he would become.
“Stay away from Shiro,” he huffed out, his shoulders hunching, expecting a blow at anytime as the Galra soldiers regrouped from the shock of his intrusion.
He felt Shiro shifting behind him, heard the crackle of electricity from the frayed wires of the cybernetic arm.
“I’m here Shiro,” He spoke softly, eyes watching the Galra soldiers edge in closer. “It’s Hunk. I’m right here. You’re not alone anymore.”
Shiro’s answer was only pained breathing, and Hunk felt blood trickle down his face. He must have taken a harder hit than he thought when he bounced off the second soldier trying to get to Shiro. And now Shiro still wasn’t responding to him.
I can’t do this.
We’re going to die here.
I can’t let Shiro die. I can’t leave my friends alone. We can’t leave Lance and Pidge waiting, not knowing what happened to us.
I HAVE to do this.
I WILL do this.
Hunk ran the calculations again, taking in the new positions of the Galra soldiers, the rusted pipes overhead. Shiro’s shaking and crackling form behind his.
I can do this.
“Just hang on, Shiro. I’m going to get us out of here.”
