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Chester heard the sounds right away, glancing towards the door and pulling the others close as he feared the worst was to come. Had the feral handymen been released? Were they coming after..Him?

Penny caught onto the screams too and…

* More ravens arrived. And more. And more. They began perching on various roofs, skylines. Heck, one tried to land on top of Chester’s head. They shrieked, flapping wings. These birds where big. Far bigger then any Zealot’s flock. A murmur, almost like a collective giggle, rippled through them. One raven hopped onto Chester’s arm, tilting its head and staring with those glowing orange eyes. It then spoke. In a mockery of their master’s voice.* ” Jekyll hides, Hyde seeks.”

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"I promise I’ll make sure they don’t hurt you."

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"Don’t worry about me!" Mal insisted, hearing more angry shouts coming from the alleyway. Quickly she loaded her rifle and pointed it in the direction of the coming Founders. "Get to the kids! Protect them at all costs!"


Mal frowned at the idea of it. That sweet little girl wouldn’t have done this, would she? Well, people change when they grow. And Mal tried to put those thoughts out of her mind.

"Okay, so I have something of an idea of what to expect when we move out. Right now, let’s try to rest up and heal. Do you have any way to repair yourself?"

* He shook his head, then let out a cry as a wave of pain hit him. He was shaking pretty violently, teeth chattering.*

" Fine…fine….you w-win…..take over now. Give me some….nap time…"

* The Handyman’s skin seemed to brighten a bit, his eye turning back to a brilliant blue, instead of that dark shadowy color.

He was Rishy again.*

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“I just really need to have you here right now.”

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* The Handyman snarled and threw Nicky onto the wall, pinning her. Eye ablaze in electric blue, he may look like Rishy, but that vile sneer…..it wasn’t him. It was his darkness.*

" Why sugarcube….I didn’t know you cared…"


"so it’s ok then.. Don’t worry Rishy I can tame just about anything… Uh.. Max where should we go to eat?" *she perked up and was excited. A date. she hasn’t been on a date for a long time.*

* The Handyman tapped his cheek in thought.*

" I can’t eat solids. Neither can Rishy. No Handyman can eat solid stuff. So….maybe ice cream? There’s a place by the docks that caters to Handymen. It’s run by the Vox though, so try not to look too patriotic."

* He gave her a silly grin.*

"Ice cream sounds good. It’s hot enough for it. I don’t think I looking patriotic is the problem.." *she looked down at her pink tanktop and blue denim shorts. She never changed out of her clothes ever since she ended up in columbia.*

" Well….it might exacerbate things. The only reason the Vox don’t kill me on sight is because I was once one of them. There are a few close to Fitzroy that put in a good word for me, and also because I help the Handymen instead of Fink.

Let’s go to the shop then. In case they give you problems, let me deal with them.”

* He opened his huge hand and lowered it down to her.*

" May I hold your hand Miss?"

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Chester heard the sounds right away, glancing towards the door and pulling the others close as he feared the worst was to come. Had the feral handymen been released? Were they coming after..Him? 

Penny caught onto the screams too and looked in the direction it was coming from, for once her face devoid of emotion, just sitting and waiting for what would come, rain trickling down her body. 

* The last of the Founders Handymen huddled scared in the shadows. Of several dozen, only a paltry handful remained. Only ones who knew their place where still alive. The others that had tried to tear Rishy apart where lying in bleeding heaps all over the theatre.

The Handyman regarded the bleeding bodies as one would care about a dead rat in the sewers. He limped to the edge, kicking aside a Handy that was still clinging to life. The blow shattered the rest of his heart case, puncturing his heart. The Handyman died bleeding buckets of oily blood on the ground.

Rishy would have mourned. But not this one. This….Hyde, for lack of a better term. What was just a mental shift seemed to change his appearance slightly.

He looked like Rishy, but….apish. Hunched slightly. Almost bigger without actually being bigger.

He could feel his strength begin to return, and he snorted, barely caring about the rain cascading on him, ruining his already fetid clothes.

His face seemed to gray out a bit as feathers seemed to flash and grow. Ravens. Flocks of them.

They appeared seemingly out of nowhere, and without a single word, flew into the night towards Finkton.

Surveillance. He needed to watch Chester. To plan his moves carefully. Despite his word, his promise to his other self, he wasn’t planning at holding his end of the bargain.

Not when he was the more powerful of the two halves.

As he watched the ravens leave, he snickered to himself.*

" Jekyll hides. Hyde seeks. But if Rishy hides, who do I seek? He’s my Jekyll, but I’m the Hyde.

I’ll be needing a name of my own now. Since this city will finally be mine.”

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“I just really need to have you here right now.”

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* The Handyman snarled and threw Nicky onto the wall, pinning her. Eye ablaze in electric blue, he may look like Rishy, but that vile sneer…..it wasn’t him. It was his darkness.*

" Why sugarcube….I didn’t know you cared…"


"so it’s ok then.. Don’t worry Rishy I can tame just about anything… Uh.. Max where should we go to eat?" *she perked up and was excited. A date. she hasn’t been on a date for a long time.*

* The Handyman tapped his cheek in thought.*

" I can’t eat solids. Neither can Rishy. No Handyman can eat solid stuff. So….maybe ice cream? There’s a place by the docks that caters to Handymen. It’s run by the Vox though, so try not to look too patriotic."

* He gave her a silly grin.*

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“I just really need to have you here right now.”

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* The Handyman snarled and threw Nicky onto the wall, pinning her. Eye ablaze in electric blue, he may look like Rishy, but that vile sneer…..it wasn’t him. It was his darkness.*

" Why sugarcube….I didn’t know you cared…"


"Ah..So it was an accident. it’s ok I forgive you." *She patted his shoulder softly.* "Eh? You th-think I’m cute.." *She blushed tomato red.*

* The Handyman huffed gruffly, but even through his tough exterior, he couldn’t help but give her a wink.

It wasn’t just that he thought she was cute. He really really liked her. But Rishy had put a cap on him on getting too close, lest she’d get hurt.*

*She blushed harder, sighing she put her head on his shoulder.* “So…max..is there anything you want to do now that out?”

* He looked a bit nervous.* ” More then you’d think. But Rishy threatened me with pain if I hurt you anymore. And you saw me in a panic. Have you ever seen a horny Handyman? Scarier then a bull elephant. “

"Really?? I didn’t know handymen can be like that.."  *She was still blushing a bright cherry red, tilting her head in confusion.*

" They can. All Handy’s are sterile. Not one can, well,’ make a baby’. That’s why most are those either with no kids, or grown up ones. But I was a rare kid turned into a Handy. You are in the last stages of puberty in a cocoon . Of course you’re brain is going to go a bit nuts."

*she got up on her knees and whispered into his ear.* “Do I turn you on Max?” *she sat back placing her head on his arm.*

* He gave her a grin.* ” You make this Frankenstein spark. Rishy too. But he’s scared to hurt you.” * His teeth chattered as a headache hit him.* ” Yeah….he just threatened to skin me if I hurt you gain in any way.”

"Rishy? Is it it okay if Max takes me out to dinner? There might be some romantic advances.."  *she had a small soft smile.*

* The Handyman drew a claw and cut himself on the cheekbone, drawing blood. He was hissing to himself, then Rishy took over for a second.* ” He does anything stupid, stab him in the neck for me. Otherwise….tame this bastard. He’ll listen to you more then he does with me.”

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“I just really need to have you here right now.”

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* The Handyman snarled and threw Nicky onto the wall, pinning her. Eye ablaze in electric blue, he may look like Rishy, but that vile sneer…..it wasn’t him. It was his darkness.*

" Why sugarcube….I didn’t know you cared…"


"Ah..So it was an accident. it’s ok I forgive you." *She patted his shoulder softly.* "Eh? You th-think I’m cute.." *She blushed tomato red.*

* The Handyman huffed gruffly, but even through his tough exterior, he couldn’t help but give her a wink.

It wasn’t just that he thought she was cute. He really really liked her. But Rishy had put a cap on him on getting too close, lest she’d get hurt.*

*She blushed harder, sighing she put her head on his shoulder.* “So…max..is there anything you want to do now that out?”

* He looked a bit nervous.* ” More then you’d think. But Rishy threatened me with pain if I hurt you anymore. And you saw me in a panic. Have you ever seen a horny Handyman? Scarier then a bull elephant. “

"Really?? I didn’t know handymen can be like that.."  *She was still blushing a bright cherry red, tilting her head in confusion.*

" They can. All Handy’s are sterile. Not one can, well,’ make a baby’. That’s why most are those either with no kids, or grown up ones. But I was a rare kid turned into a Handy. You are in the last stages of puberty in a cocoon . Of course you’re brain is going to go a bit nuts."

*she got up on her knees and whispered into his ear.* “Do I turn you on Max?” *she sat back placing her head on his arm.*

* He gave her a grin.* ” You make this Frankenstein spark. Rishy too. But he’s scared to hurt you.” * His teeth chattered as a headache hit him.* ” Yeah….he just threatened to skin me if I hurt you gain in any way.”

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Wait a minute…

I have been laughing at this for hours now…

So, true story. The woman in this photo is Kendra Kaplan. Her husband was in Iraq for twelve months but the military has this thing called leave. Some of us may recognize the concept from old episodes of Star Trek. In this photo she is five months pregnant after conceiving her second child during her husband’s leave. That envelope in her hand is the ultrasound results. She waited for him to come home to find out if it was a girl or a boy.

There’s been several articles about it.The photo resulted in this woman receiving so much hate mail, from both internet cut-ups and the actual media, that she even took a paternity test and provided proof of her husband’s leave schedule. Her real life friends have stopped talking to her over these rumors.  

Oh, and by the way, that baby bump is a two year old by now. People are still shitting on this woman over a nasty internet meme two years later.

So in short, you’re mocking a faithful wife for something that isn’t any of our damn business anyway and has long since been disproven. 

Good job Internet.

Thank you for this!

Finally a rebloggable version of this idiotic post. 

I’m an idiot, please explain to me why they were picking on this poor woman. Did they think she was lying to get her husband out of the war…? Or… Something?

They where angry because they assumed the hubby was gone the full year. So, a baby only takes 9 months to fully develop. Since the excuse of leave wasn’t given, they assumed she cheated on her husband while he was risking his butt overseas.

(Source: itscalledfashionlookitup)

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