Generation Outlaws: Cloud 9

MR. CAT, HANDS, AND FACE

MR. CAT is a tall figure in a red suit. He talks in a simple "meow", which can mean a single word or an entire novel.

HANDS is a creature with the body of a cat, but with the hands of a human. She speaks in sign language.

FACE is a being with the body of a cat, but the face of a human. They speak... backwards.

Happy Birthday Ricky!

Summary: It's Ricky's eighteen the birthday. The first once since the accident. Everything feels so surreal. The world seems so distant. Luckily for him, he's got five friends, one being his crush, who are now closer to him than ever.

Thank you @ttheatre-trashh for your assistance and also all your lovely stories.

Thank you my beloved partner @deepseagiants for proofreading for me <3

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Summary: “How could I ever do it?” Ocean asked softly.

Karnak wasn't expecting that. "What?"

"How could I ever choose just one?"

Ocean hesitates when she is asked to vote. Karnak, touched by the choir's newfound friendship, decides to attempt something that he had previously thought impossible. And yet, one would be surprised what some magic, compassion, and the fother-mucking power of friendship is capable of. Still, Karnak is powerless to prevent the accident.

Still reeling from their initial death and now recovering from the second crash, the St. Cassian Chamber Choir is left to learn how to love their home and renewed lives. Unable to tell anyone about the first crash or their experience in the warehouse, the singers are left with only each other for support. In the midst of hurting and healing, they find solace in their newfound bond, their far-from-the-city-little-itty-bitty-pretty hometown, and a nurse who would do anything to care for them.

Summary: Ocean’s body was screaming in agony. She couldn't think of one place that didn't hurt. Her arms were burning. Were they bleeding? Were they broken? Did she still have her hands? She couldn't move them. She was breathing naturally, but each breath made her lungs cry out. Was she being stabbed? Were her ribs killing her? What if blood was pouring internally? Was blood pouring externally? What tasted like metal? Why couldn't she breathe through her nose? She could hardly breathe. Her legs were numb. Her back was aching like crazy. Were her legs still there? Her head was pounding. Her brain was throbbing against her skull. Her neck ached. Was it broken? Was it straight? Was she bleeding?

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some sketches because I'm 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌 and I don't have energy for a full piece 🙂

Chef Rick by me and

Cy @cyberneticrick

Zee @ricksanchez-z420

Ricky @spacepiratericky @spacepiratemorti

Rick W-248 @w-248

I'll put the original video link later))

Summary: The last several hours had consisted of x-rays, exams, a hefty amount of drugs, and wishing he knew where his mother was. Noel wasn’t paying attention to everything they did and told him. He nodded along, trusting that they knew what they were doing. After hours of pain, numbness, agony, and anxiety, he'd been admitted to a room with Mischa and Ricky. He didn't know where the girls were. He could only hope they were okay. The left side of Noel's body was covered in bruises. A few of his ribs were, indeed, broken. No wonder they felt so tender. One of them had slipped. He’d gotten good local anesthetic for that. His back had been crying out pathetically. He could still feel the dull aches. Luckily, he was very heavily drugged up on painkillers. An IV dripped into his arm, pumping him full of relief and vitamins. This was far from the first bag today, as he had been given blood earlier. All the meds had made him feel achy and quiet. His mind was still fuzzy, but he preferred that to the excruciating pain. Noel had been the lucky one.