#he’s scary and unbeatable and threatening TO YOU

[wildsaltair]

not pictured: me lying at his feet in a melted puddle of desire

[beloveds-embrace]

shifter au makes me so happy and giddy what makes me even happier and giddier is poly!141 with small, nerdy cyber security/hacker partner who has the biggest, scariest shifter form and they dont know until their threatened. Like they're all injured and weak and their other s/o just lets out the most pained, animalistic scream as they finally release their shifter form (for the first time since meeting the guys) and tears the attackers apart. When they all turn back, the boys are all a little shocked and also a little turned on

Throwing silent hill and pyramid head into this bc imagine ur cute hacker turning into a massive, scary, flat out unbeatable manifestation of guilt and is just basically rawdogging through enemy lines with a freaky ass cleaver?

Hot as fuck. They can see your chest/tits, too, strong muscles rippling as they basically skin one of the enemies. What more could they possibly want?

On a more serious note, I can imagine reader having always harbored fears and worries about their shifter form being far, far too scary and big to be accepted even by the 141 men. So you had hidden that tidbit and only John and Laswell knew about it, and only Laswell had ever actually seen that form of yours. Sure each of them is a shifter as well, but… it’s not the same.

But in situations like this, them injured and weak and with enemies closing in quickly, it doesn’t take much thought before you let all human pretenses fall away and show this terrible, monstrous side of you, accepting that they will no doubt look at you with disgust for the abomination that you’ve always been.

Until you shift back, and despite all his injuries, Soap pounces on you, panting and tail wagging furiously. He’s flushed, and you can immediately feel his hard-on on your ass.

“That was the hottest thing Ah’ve ever seen.”

[quirkle2]

something i've noticed in my obsession with ritsu kageyama is that he underestimates people a lot

i think the first example of this is in episode 8, and it's absolutely littered throughout the rest of season 1. it starts with koyama, and the way ritsu says, "that guy is finished—it's over," when shigeo reaches 100%. while he Does have good reason to believe this, and so does the audience, koyama still manages to "win" by pulling a trump card that completely negates anything shigeo would be able to throw at him

when he's locked up with the awakening lab kids, his first idea is to act like he and the others don't have powers at all, which Wildly underestimates claw's communication between members. ritsu was literally noted to be an above-average esper, and "special treatment" was suggested for him. the fact that he even thought that would work at all suggests he either thinks they're incompetent (which, since all he's seen from claw is koyama so far and koyama can pack a fucking punch, is a little silly) or he's panicking and clinging to desperate, sloppy plans. it also kinda reminds you he's Literally Thirteen. god . he'sso small

also, the fact that ritsu doesn't even remember the awakening lab's kids names is another example of this—he deemed them "unimportant" during his arc, and continued to think this for a good while (i'd say he even holds onto some of those views well past the show's runtime, if his little comments about the twin's telepathy in the transmission arc is anything to go by) (also also, that <- deserves a post all on its own bc the fact that he meets another pair of siblings with esper abilities and sees that it's brought them closer instead of torn them apart . wow that makes me ill)

reminder that he listens to one of the kids "get killed" in another room and then watches a claw member drag the kid back out and throw his bloody, lifeless form to the floor. This Happens To Him. he watches this go down, and then he Continues to misjudge them. his little comment about the claw lackies "underestimating them because we're kids" is a bit funny to me now, given this entire post

he does it to shou immediately. he doesn't see a scar on him, so he immediately assumes he's lower tier and about as strong as the lackies. even after shou stomps and cracks the fucking hallway in half, ritsu walks right up to him and doesn't seem threatened. i doubt he's trivializing this situation just bc shou is a kid—that just wouldn't make sense from ritsu's perspective on things

he's already seen the biggest baddest esper in town—he lives with the guy. he knows the strongest esper is his own brother, so his view on other people's powers are very skewed. ritsu is so caught up in his trauma that he thinks shigeo is unbeatable, and i think part of that is because he was so young when The Incident occurred. anything scary that happens to you at that age is going to seem insurmountable to you, if you've never tried to overcome that fear. ritsu fully believes ???% is completely invulnerable (and yes, that's largely true) but he seems to carry that idea over to shigeo as a whole

maybe dimple's comment about ritsu being able to reach shigeo's level got more into his head than i originally thought it did—he "knows" he's at least close enough to shigeo to eventually surpass him, and since he puts shigeo's powers on a pedestal built with shaking hands, he thinks, hey, i must be pretty close to that. i must be pretty invincible too

he tends to mentally call fights finished before he's seen everything his opponent can do. ritsu straight up responds "i don't believe that," to shou's little you can't defeat me, and he's seen basically nothing in shou's arsenal

to his credit, once all the scars show up, he shuts his mouth and admits he's no match. and i think after the 7th division arc, he stops brushing people's abilities aside so much

this is why the shimazaki fight is so important for his character.

he fights him even though he Knows he'll lose. the shimazaki fight is Not ritsu underestimating him—previously, he's lost battle after battle because he truly and fully thought he'd win. he does not think he'll win this, and he's doing it purely to distract shimazaki from shou's position

ritsu kageyama is 1000% ride or die, especially when it comes to his own beliefs and trauma. i think if shou's situation wasn't as similar to ritsu's as it rly was, ritsu wouldn't have tried so hard to help him. ritsu risks his life to give this kid just a few extra minutes to deal with his father, and the way he enters the fight speaks pretty highly of how much he Wasn't underestimating him

he enters the fight by blinding shimazaki, by pulling a trick from his pocket underhandedly, and even though it obviously doesn't work, it shows that ritsu believes he'll need to do more than just use his powers like he normally does. i believe this is the first time he fights this way as well, with this covert trickery that uses his environment to his advantage—he keeps doing it throughout the fight; throwing cars, dislodging rocks to collapse ceilings. he's truly trying to think outside of the box because he entered this fight with the knowledge that he'll likely lose, and he needs more than just Himself to stay alive

but enough about ritsu underestimating claw, or awakening lab kids. i think the person he underestimates most of all is his own brother.

maybe i'm stretching the definition of "underestimate"—maybe there's a better word for it that i can't think of right now—but the way ritsu seems to think that shigeo will snap at the slightest issue in his life is... well. it's a little,,, patronizing, isn't it? he doesn't seem to have faith in shigeo's ability to keep a cool head, and even though he knows for sure that shigeo is Powerful (and even, sometimes overestimates that aspect of him) i think he tends to undermine his control over that power, tends to believe he'll blow up and scarcely doubting that assumption. he grew up like that, constantly in fear of his brother unleashing that "monster" again, and that in and of itself is an example of ritsu not having enough faith in his brother

when he sees onigawara talking to shigeo loudly in the hallway, ritsu sees how nervous shigeo is and narrows his eyes, like he senses something building in him. when reigen gets slashed during the 7th division arc, the fear in ritsu's gaze is not directed to reigen's "killer," it is directed to his brother, in fear of an oncoming explosion. and i Would say he gets better at this, but even at the tail end of s3, at the beginning of confession arc, ritsu fully believes (until he sees the car that hit shigeo, i think) that ???% came around because tsubomi rejected him. he thinks his brother would react so negatively to that, that other side of him would come out to wreak havoc.

when mob Does actually ask tsubomi out, he just cries when he's rejected. he reacts like every other teenage boy reacts, by quietly crying to himself. it's a very normal thing—after the absurdity and the sheer vastness of power and destruction the audience was just put through, mob walking away and crying quietly about being rejecting by a love interest is the first taste of normalcy we've had in like three episodes. what ritsu thought would spark this is actually the thing that calls the story and the audience back to a place that is solid and grounded

i'm not saying ritsu is a bad brother—that is so so SO far from my point—i'm saying that he's young and he's full of multitudes, and that includes mistakes. and that is Refreshing

this little guy is So full of faults, and it's one of the many things i love about him. he's a character that's practically built upon flaws with "good traits" as an afterthought, instead of the other way around, and the fact that he's been written like that, but introduced to be the polite, honor student, supportive, younger brother type is So Fuckin Cool!

it compliments his arc perfectly, because the reason big cleanup arc starts is because he's tired of being all that. he's tired. i never stop thinking about his maybe i wanted to find out what it would feel like to be a fool, it's Such a good line, and even if his reasonings for big cleanup arc seem nonsensical to some, i think it makes perfect sense in this odd, fucked up way. he literally Says it, right there. he explains everything in those few lines during that rooftop scI'M GETTING OFF-TOPIC

ritsu is a good character and his numerous flaws are what make him interesting to me. if he stayed that polite, honor student, supportive, younger brother type, i probably wouldn't give a shit about him. he is interesting Because he's made some pretty bad choices, Because he's made some pretty disgusting assumptions. he's a kid, fumbling along, with trauma dragging him by the wrists. i could talk about him for hours

[allgoldenelite]

ok, as a kinda sorta quasi continuation of this, i'm gonna dump some more thoughts i've had lately about kenny, don, and everything.

cw for abusive relationships, toxic behavior, manipulation

first of all, i'm gonna give credit where credit is due: the storyline as it stands rn has had some things added to it which i would never have thought a wrestling story dare add, let alone handle well. some of it is more subtext and some of it is more out there, but so far i have found that the elements i examined and interpreted only ever enhanced my reading of the kenny omega character, so i've personally enjoyed them as enrichment of the text.

don callis is a sociopathic abuser (there's some subtext there that could be read to mean the abuse is also sexual). the first part he's said so himself, and the second part...well, there's enough material there now to write a book about, but i just want to make sure we're all on the same page here. all those times when him (and kenny!) during the collector run made sure to remind the audience that callis has been in kenny's life since he was 6 (or 10; neither of them are consistent with it) years old were sickeningly recontextualized when kenny said in his sitdown with JR that don fed him substances and started drilling him for wrestling by cutting him off from outside interests and friends pretty much as soon as he entered his life. and in don's sitdown with JR, he of course proclaims it was all because the golden sheik and kenny's family had told him to take care of kenny, so he was merely acting out of selflessness and philanthropy.

but what don did was essentially create a deeply, deeply traumatized weapon. it's all there in kenny's vtrs, moves and akas (the cleaner, the best bout machine, terminator dive, calling himself an unstoppable android, saying he wants to be a weapon for njpw). a cold, clinical thing that others decide what to do with, controlled and manipulated by others (well, i say others, but basically it always come back to don callis), and which exists without its own agency. that thread even comes back in his collector run during a segment with christian cage, where christian correctly pins down what's been happening all this time ("i don't know what's weirder, don, the fact that you manipulated a 10 year old kenny omega, or that the adult kenny omega is still letting it happen."). and as abuse and trauma go, kenny was (and in some ways still is) continuing the cycle in how he treats people close and important to him like take, bucks, hangman, and so on.

now, the don abuser backstory is mostly meant to be read when looking at the latter half of kenny's time in njpw and especially his aew career, but imo you could even go as far with the reading as saying that his time in ddt was like an escape from don for kenny, something he did for himself for a change (maybe the first and only time he did something for himself), rather than for don or because he wanted to prove he's the best. and then you look at the way this is all breaking down because of jealousy and feelings of inadequacy and deeply rooted fear, and you go, of course, the poor guy has so built his entire being and sense of self-worth around winning and recognition of superiority that as soon as that doesn't come in a steady stream (or is indeed threatened by different, unknown and scary feelings such as actually wanting to be the no 2, not the no 1) his mental and emotional health just collapses like a house of cards.

either way, all kenny has known his entire life is wrestling. and the largest swath of that wrestling life has been spent trying to prove he's unbeatable and immortal, while repeatedly having difficulties accepting love and help from others and pushing those closest to him away. and don callis takes credit for all of it.

but here's the thing. in a way, he's right, about taking credit for the winning. of course, from don's twisted perspective, he is right; he spent nearly every waking hour "preparing" kenny for wrestling and pulling strings behind the scenes (seriously, the guy claims to have connections to the european parliament, for crying out loud) to pave his path of destruction through multiple promotions. but the cut runs deeper than that. because ever since don turned on kenny, kenny's been losing, a lot, and commentary and other characters have been picking up on that fact. the fact that, as it seems for right now, without don callis, kenny isn't the winner he so desires to be. he's not just lost singles but random tags or multimans as well, and if he does win, he's getting crucifixed to the ropes and getting his head smashed in with a chair. kenny had the bucks back at his side but that didn't fix it. the elite welcomed hangman back into their midst, but that didn't fix it. ibushi came back to reform the golden elite but that didn't fix it. kenny kept falling down.

so now what?

i don't have an answer. i've seen some discussion lately about kenny's questionable or lackluster performance in this story. as in, not his in-ring kayfabe performance, but the actor's performance. some people say they noticed him having less energy than usual or looking like he's not all there at times, like his head isn't fully in the game, and that translating to how the character is perceived (or not perceived; he's been notably absent from a lot of recent btes, but that could also be due to how little actual story there is on bte these days) and backstage segments when viewers were expecting him to have a comment or a role in response to something that happened in the story).

the thing is...normally i don't really care too much? i'll get angry at this and that in front of the tv and say my peace on it, and then maybe a week later it'll flare back up if the wound's getting picked, but aside from that i don't care about wrestling, and especially not shoot stuff, enough to give a shit. dude could have a million reasons why he's not having the time of his life right now and by no means is he obligated to be in every little thing that happens. he's done enough.

but if you caught him on the street fighter stream he did for crown, it was night and day. it's like he was a different person. which is to say, it leads me to believe that this unmotivated, somewhat muted version of kenny we're seeing on our screens right now is part of the story. that don had his hooks so deep in kenny and yanked them out with such force that all that's left there now is mangled flesh. it reminded me of how kenny reacted when don got attacked by bcc and wasn't available to second him for his match vs jeff cobb: when the news were brought to him he seemed immediately crestfallen and made his entrance looking noticeably intimidated and distracted. like the reliance on don had been so strong and so deeply ingrained for so many years that he legitimately didn't know what to do. no manipulator to pull the trigger.

but still the question remains, what's the cure going to be, if none of the things i listed earlier helped? because at the end of the day this is still a story that involves wrestling, and altho the thought has crossed my mind that maybe this is going to be one of the very very few wrestling stories that do not equate a happy ending with a victory in the ring, i think at least somewhere along the road they will want to show kenny's rejuvenation via a win or two. so, what's it going to take to make that happen, when everything is said and done? i've followed people discussing that one way would be for him to go back to the drawing board specifically in japan (ddt, ibushi, you see where this is going), and of course that'd be very exciting and interesting, but somehow it feels to me like that's not the route they're taking. i'd be happy to be wrong, yet so far there haven't been any signs that i could decipher that that's a possibility in the story, and when kenny said at the wrestledream scrum that his primary focus is on aew in the us, it only reinforced that feeling for me.

this is a slightly different topic, but in addition, there's continued criticism about the confusing or meandering way the story flip-flops between seemingly portraying kenny as all alone and distraught and in need of help and not being any of those things the next week. this one i kinda have to agree with.

i'm not tired of the story in a way that some people are; i think there's still stones left to turn and interesting threads to pull on and characters to explore. but i do think it's been dragged out a little bit too much at times and that it has felt sluggish during some of those stretches, just like how the elite stories did after they came back up until they suddenly pressed the turbo button and kenny was best friends with hangman again. as a result, it has felt meandering, altho i do not agree with the criticism that there isn't anything left to do for both parties in the feud. don said he was going to cut out the elite and that he isn't anywhere near being done with that. it just remains to be seen what kenny's and by extension the elite's motivation in this all will be.

[purpleglitch]

I've been insane about roleswap ever since taxolotl made fanart about it. Whenever someone mentions it my brain explodes. So many things could change, because, in the lore, Dream's reputation as this scary unbeatable guy iinfluences how things play out. Not only because of him being the creator of the server but because of manhunt, so maybe george would have to "prove" that he's strong and SHOULD be feared. The ways he could do this are alarming, considering how smart he is and how little he cares about consecuences. Also, george and dream approach roleplay pretty diferently, so I think A LOT of relationships and events can change. How would have exile been if george was the one in charge? would rs!rivals be mortal enemies because of techno being an anarchist and dream a king?

Idk there's just so much, but anyway DNF ANGST.

OH ANON YOU'RE SO SMART I LITERALLY GASPED WHEN I FINISHED READING

YOU'RE SO RIGHT so many things could've gone differently because of how their roles changed and i didnt think about this when writing that brainrot post, love the idea of rs!george proving that people should fear him, and without the "dream will protect me" dynamic from c!dnf it's so interesting to think about what would happen, rs!gnf has the power to make c!gnf's "destroying the smp" dream come true and i feel like because his "apathy" or how he hids his emotions/attachments, he could fit the monster title that people gave c!dream, like emotionless, apathetic, how he doesn't care about the consequences, idk how to explain it but im shaking with excitement. also this got long again but here are more thoughts xD

For those events, i'd say first that exile could've happened from a different cause, i think tommy could've been one of the people that knew about george's actual feelings towards dream and viceversa so maybe he could've used dream as leverage against george (maybe for the discs?) or straight up harmed him which made george very angry and instead of putting obsidian walls around new l'manberg like c!dream, he could just threaten to blow it all up again unless tubbo exiled tommy, what if instead of the "spirit speech" is george laughing at tommy thinking dream is important to him and pretending he's only threatening destruction because he harmed the king of the smp which was against their "allyship" with l'manberg. During the actual exile, i think george could've been more mischievous and pranking tommy destroying his stuff and laughing at him for his situation, while also throwing comments that it was tommy's own fault for what happened, and whenever tommy tried to rebel against him i imagine george would be like "aww tommy don't do that... you don't want me to blow up your city with all your friends in there, do you? remember that poor tubbo only has one life left!" all with a fake sad voice(??)

As for rs!rivals..... oof, that's a bit more complicated like you said their political stances are very different, and i remember that clip of c!techno killing c!george on the throne room and.... yeah.... but maybe since they know each other from other servers they could have talked privately about dream's role as the king and how it was george's idea for him so he could relax and not be as involved in the story as before, techno would also be one of the people that know about rs!dnf feelings about each other since dream brings george up in almost every conversation they have, also i feel like techno would throw jokes like "dream you're copying my fashion style look at you, cringe, wear something else" and maybe it's my rivals bias but i want them to be at least in friendly terms 😭 george and techno would be not as close as rs!rivals but they teamed up for doomsday and i think techno would find amusing george's crazyisms and when the prison arc happens and dream finds out i think he would plead to techno to help george somehow, he tells him he's no longer king, hasn't been for months but he's worried about his boyf- george and either (1) knows about the favors between them and he tells techno he's using george's favor to help him or (2) maybe before the smp rs!rivals already had some favors going on so dream uses his so techno helps george. and techno reluctantly does, he clearly doesnt want to make his friend happy, shut up chat.

but i'm also interested in your thoughts of rs!rivals being mortal enemies!!! 👀👀👀 sorry this got too long LMAO didnt proofread this so sorry for any errors

[pacifymebby]

Right so I absolutely did say I wasn’t writing for Catfish/Fender anymore and I’M NOT. but I found these in my notes and they’re relevant to my current head cannons + it amused me so, here we are lol

Van

🔪 bloody dangerous, unpredictable, wants to be the leader but isn't there yet... 

🔪 Michael Gray as opposed to Tommy 

🔪 Stubborn, hot headed, dramatic, don't insult him you won't live to apologise 

🔪 a flirt, definitely uses his status to pull, definitely a ladies man, probably gets himself into trouble flirting with other peoples women

🔪 Needs to calm down

🔪 will throw the first thing he sees to start a fight. 

🔪 known for smashing bottles to use as weapons

Bondy

🔪 Alfie Solomans kind of laidback but scary as fuck

🔪 daft, sarcastic but lowkey calculated and incredibly smart, quietly has control

🔪 protective of his family but also of anyone he deems to deserve protection. Parent energy 

🔪 surprisingly loyal to his partner, but insanely possessive, does not like when other men eye her up or talk to her. 

🔪 a perfect shot. 

🔪 knives everywhere

Benji

🔪 quiet and calm as fuck but will go feral if he needs to

🔪 seriously do not give him a reason to fight you

🔪 isn't the leader and doesn't want to be the leader, will not go near that job. 

🔪 Is doting on his girl despite the teasing and ribbing he gets off the others. Literally doesn't care if people see him as less of a man for loving his girl, if they call that into question he can make them understand his strength pretty quickly… (in this way he’s Arthur???)

🔪 in it for the money for sure, likes to buy fancy things

Bob

🔪 I'm picturing a Bonnie Gold kind of character

🔪 BABY but also tough as fuck

🔪 unbeatable in a fist fight

🔪 too quick and clever for his enemies

🔪 also he's so small and pretty that no one is expecting him to be able to take them out with a single punch

🔪 Can sense when shits about to kick off, he's got a sixth sense for that danger 

Sam

🔪 John 

🔪 He's like a younger Bondy, he has that seriousness about him despite his ability to laugh and play the joker when it suits. 

🔪 Worries about the people he loves too much

🔪 Protective, weird fucked up but wholesome and pure moral code, hates seeing bad things happen to good people. 

🔪 Will use his power/ command/ money to help people who need it. Generous. Looks after the community.

🔪 Genuinely terrifying when he's angry or threatened, if you touch someone he loves he will tear you to shreds in a heartbeat

🔪 Probably brooding over a lass he's head over heels for but won't go near because he has a complex about how dark his world is and how she's too good and too pure to be dragged into his shit. 

🔪 Doesn't stop him being overly protective of her, making sure she gets home safe at night, fucking up any man who wrongs her....

[askthejourneysgang]

Hello, Journeys Gang—I am in a pickle involving Hop and myself. We have a version of Ash here since his mom’s restaurant exists. There are other timelines without you three that we are the ones who get the rusted sword + shield. Hop doesn’t know I know that Eternatus is guaranteed to come either way. I hate partially manipulating him and even more so that Galar is going to be threatened. But Leon just turned sixteen meaning we have a limited number of years to prepare for the poison space dragon. He seemed to be in his mid-to-lower twenties in those other timelines so we have four years.

I managed to convince Hop to go on a journey with me in Kanto. It is far enough away from Galar that most people won’t recognize their family name. Our endorsement letters cannot come from Leon because it will seem like bias toward a relative. The other Hops were judged so harshly by other gym challengers in addition to being related to the “unbeatable” champion. Not to mention, it's my other selves who usually defeat his brother in these timelines. Sonia gains a new research assistant in Hop whose dream becomes to be a Pokemon Professor.

They seem happy enough yet I want to give my Hop the best chance at either path. One reason why I think we have a possible chance at being Galar’s chosen is my name. My name can mean “blade of a sword”, “flaming sword”, or my personal favorite is just “sword”. I have no guarantee I share the same natural talent as my other selves... Wish us luck that my preparation will hold until Eternatus arrives, I’m in no way looking forward to fighting its Eternamax form.

—Brenda “Bree” Delaney, the currently Pokemon-less trainer.

Ash: Hello there, Brenda! Don't worry, Eternatus is really just a big pushover! 🤗

Goh: What are you talking about??

We needed the help of two legendaries just to catch it!

Ash: Exactly! Usually when I have to deal with a bad legendary I have three or more of them helping out, so really, Eternatus isn't that bad relatively speaking

Goh: Your perspective is scary sometimes... anyway, good luck on your quests, mister/miss Brenda!

Also, isn't scary to know every detail about your future life? Doesn't that make it kinda boring? I'm just saying, maybe it doesn't have to go the same way. Maybe you can stop Eternatus coming altogether! Take your future into your own hands, yeah? 😉

[rosietrace]

Saika Alessia

" Blind or not, I'll always be on the lookout for any imperfections. "

Full Name: Saika Alessia

Japanese Name: 幸月 アレッシア

Romaji: Saika Aresshia

Twisted From: The White Knight

V/A: Ishikawa Yui(石川由依)

Age: 20

Birthday: February 11

Horoscope: Aquarius ♒

Species: Human

Height: 167 cm

Hair Color: Greyish White

Eye Color: Light Grey

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Homeland: Kingdom of prophecy

Dormitory: TBA (If RSA has dorms)

School Year: 4th year

Class: 4-C(Seat no. 14)

Club: Fencing club

Sexuality: Asexual

Dominant Hand: Right

{ Family:

Unnamed Father

Unnamed Mother

Unnamed younger twin sisters }

Best Class(es): Alchemy, Physical Education, Swordsmanship

Worst Class(es): Astrology

Like(s): Sword Fighting, Afternoon jog, naps during break time, hanging out with Roya, listening to Azure read to her

Dislike(s): The constant reminder of her being blind, being underestimated, needles, incredibly heavy armor, horseback riding, running into a wall or a tree

Hobbies: Sparring, jogging, listening to audiobooks, napping

Talent(s): Swordsmanship, detection, predicting movements, reflexes, agility, speed

Flaw(s): Stubborn, harsh, strict, easily annoyed, perfectionistic

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Personality:

Easily annoyed by her blindness, Saika is the type of person to easily be underestimated by someone if they weren't aware of what kind of hobby she participates in.

And even then, she's underestimated by her peers who are also well versed in the art of the sword.

To Saika, she appreciates the compassion her friends Roya and Azure give her. But at the same time, she's known for being a bit too stubborn to even admit that.

Hell, she's also very oblivious to her own flaws.

On the battlefield, Saika is almost unbeatable. At least to her peers she is. Her movements are swift but aggressive, with enough force to send someone flying across a stadium. It's actually really fucking scary to witness.

She's ambitious, but she's "a little too ambitious". As said by Ambrose. He's willing to let Saika's stubbornness and harsh words slide, but at the same time… He's also willing to threaten her with expulsion if it means she'll behave properly.

Growing up… Saika didn't really have the ideal family life. Her life would be far from similar in comparison to the sitcoms people used to watch.

Her father was a member of the bureau of the kingdom of prophecy. Because of his many accomplishments, he was given the opportunity to meet the imperial family. So naturally, he brought Saika with him. As well as her two younger twin sisters.

And honestly that alone could very well be his best decision.

When Roya met Saika when they were younger, it was an instant friendship. And possibly, Roya may or may not be wishing for something more with Saika…

However, that is merely speculation on the part of everyone else… Right?

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Unique Magic: { Noble protector } (高貴な守護者)

Song: Warrior(Beth Crowley)

What Zenith calls "Saika's version of a service dog"

She doesn't really mind that he calls her ability that since they don't talk much anyway

Saika is the type of person to be bitter when needing assistance, often insisting that she can do things on her own to try and prove that blind people aren't weak.

And while that's admirable, she takes that approach a little too seriously.

This ability allows Saika to summon a literal knight in shining armor that follows them around and assists them with anything. I think you can tell that's why Zen calls it her version of a service dog.

The knight does not have a physical body behind all that armor, and any attempts to unmask it will just lead to them poofing into thin air. Which isn't an issue for Saika since she can just resummon them.

But surprisingly, Saika barely loses any of her magical energy no matter how long this ability lasts. And the minor headaches can easily be soothed by tea.

Name meaning

Saika(幸月): '幸' meaning fortune, '月' meaning moon

Trivia

Alessia: Meaning 'Defending Warrior'

Saika regularly uses her unique magic due to the insistence of Headmaster Ambrose, since he is worried for her wellbeing

Gets easily annoyed/confused when someone says fencing and swordfighting are the same

Takes the rivalry between NRC and RSA very seriously

Takes at least 4 power naps everyday

Learned how to predict movements by manipulating the aura of others to her liking

Likes listening to audiobooks

The professors give her an audiobook version of a book she may need to review

All of the books she owns are audiobooks

Has known Roya since they were kids since her dad was one of the best knights in the imperial bureau

Her closet is full of the same outfit since she doesn't bother to get any new clothes

Likes red roses, but she particularly loves blue roses

Frequently asks her knight to braid her hair into a bun when it's time for club activities

Greatly admires Professor Diana

HATES Neige so much because of how sickeningly sweet he is

Can tolerate Chenya unless he does something legitimately stupid, she'll never understand how his friend - Riddle - can tolerate him

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The Stand In Chapter Three

Masterlist

The filming is done and the trailer is coming ,but you have to deal with some unexpected consequences of being so close to Henry. Then your mother drops a bombshell that she may have let your career change slip to one of your many overprotective brothers. Meanwhile Henry has a revelation with some help from Anya and Joey.

Warnings: Adult Situations +18, Masturbation, fluff, Swearing

A/N:so here is chapter three,as I have said before I'm trying to make this realistic from a fangirls point of veiw. this is going to be a bit of a slow burn to so buckle up guys! anyway I hope you enjoy xxx see you soon xxx

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As the scene was called to an end a small round of applause was held, everyone seemed to be pleased with your performance which was a relief...your performance did dictate weather they kept there jobs or not so it was safe to say it was smiles all round. You finally let loose a breath slumping your shoulders 'Keira' receded and you shrunk under everyone's gaze blushing. You looked around seeing the crew and cast. Everyone seemed happy and you hadn't forgotten any of your cues or lines. You looked down at your shaking hands as relief and adrenaline flooded your system. You'd been shaking for most of the scene but thankfully the thick material of the costume covered it well. The scene itself was...Intense the air was thick for most of it as you Joey and Henry's interactions were carefully executed there were a few small hiccups but nothing you couldn't overlook...They added to the scene if you was quite honest.

As silly as it was you wanted to cry but was desperate to hold back not wanting to be silly. You jumped looking up as you were almost body slammed into a hug, the torso wasn't to wide so it had to be .Joey. You smiled brightly as the crew began to move about the hustle and bustle of set resumed. Joey plastered himself to you hugging tight and pulling you up off the floor for a second laughing.

"See? Nothing to worry about! That was brilliant Tink's!" You laughed nervously

"Err....Thank you...Can you let me go now...Please Joey?" He quickly released you letting you turn to face him gulping as you saw Henry smiling nodding.

"H-how do you feel about us- I mean all this now then?...It- wasn't as scary as you thought....W-was it?" You glanced to the floor and took a calming breath trying to get yourself under control then looked at the man sheepishly twiddling you fingers.

"N-no it was...Fun? Almost...You know once it got going...." he smiled sweetly at you

"Good! Good that’s err yeah I'm happy you found it fun....I'm sorry about you know....I err kind of forgot how err...I mean I...I tried to be gentle but..." you shook your head at him quickly

"Oh-oh that was...It's fine I knew it was going to happen but....It was my fault honestly and it doesn't even hurt so no harm done...It- your strength surprised me is all!" You said referring to what could have been seen as a incident, in the scene Geralt had to throw Keira to a wall and pin her there to interrogate her a little, at this point in the story neither really knew who the other was.

Tomasz had said the way you were so unprepared for him to throw you back was good that your surprise and flinching added to the scene making it more believable. Henry had misjudged his strength and you'd actually banged the back of your head on the faux brick of the 'corridor' he had gone to pull back immediately fearing he had hurt you, but you kept the scene going holding him still discretely out of shot and continued with the dialogue while you still had the nerve.

Henry smiled guilty he hadn't liked seeing you wince but he was glad that you'd continued he doubted any other takes would have been as authentic he would have held back to much.

"Still...I-I will try to be careful I don't want to hurt you...Your so tiny." Tomasz came over followed by Lauren both wearing huge grins.

"Yes! That was perfect! You did wonderful absolutely brilliant....Now your not needed for filming for another three or four days today was just so we can throw out a trailer...It should be done in a day or so?" You frowned at him days?

"That’s...quick is it always that quick?" Lauren chuckled

"No...but the trailer was done we just needed clips of you all the team need to do is slot you and a few of your lines in as a little narration and thats it!...With any luck it will be released on the app by....oh I’d say Thursday morning? If they upload it as soon as they get it...But in reality it will probably be by tomorrow afternoon sometime, after covid everyone is scrabbling to get their trailers out asap" Tomasz nodded in agreement then snapped to you remembering something.

"Yes and you will be announced as Keira the same day so be prepared." You blinked dumbfounded

"A-anounced?" He smile at you encouragingly

"Just on the main official websites, social media that sort of thing...You may end up having a Wikipedia page to but we don't have much control on that one...Don’t look so worried everything should go smoothly...Speaking of everything going smoothly would you like to watch what you’ve just done?" you gulped and shook your head

"Fuck no...I...I can't watch myself-OH FUCK I-I just realized...I cant watch it when it comes out!!..." All four laughed as you yelled swearing cursing to yourself Tomasz laughed patting your back.

"Don’t you worry you can work yourself up to it! Everything will be fine! You may get more media attention due to the circumstances of your audition...We are going to let it out that you was working on set and stepped up...we are naming you as our saving grace and explaining that if you didn't step in witcher would have been cancelled, that should help you get a welcome reception...If things do get hairy we will sort it out..Now as much as I'd love to chat we have a few more scenes with these two today and we need to shoot while we have the good weather... So you go get changed and relax while you can tomorrow you start your fight choreography" you nodded receiving one last hug from Joey and a pat on the back from Henry as they turned moving to their next scene. The one you just filmed was a little further into the season then where they were up to but as they said they needed it for the trailer.

Henry took a breath he didn't want to leave you..Not yet he had only just spoke to you for the first time and for the next few days you wont see much of each other, he had a few night scenes that needed to be filmed...At night that meant he would be asleep for most of the day when you would be up and about set. Even if he did manage to drag himself out of bed he doubted he would see you, you would be busy he had your schedule...He had managed to wrangle one from of the offices had he said you'd lost yours? Maybe...But he was just excited he wanted to see when you'd both be around one another so he could prepare himself. He seemed to just be on egg shells, blundering his way through conversations and if he wasn't stammering and mixing his words he was fucking staring. He really had to get this attraction under control, preferably by having you on his arm.

That scene had been incredible for him, it was a flirtatious piece before boiling into sexual tension as he Geralt had followed the shifty witch about the banquet hall before confronting her over his suspicions. He sighed happily the grabbing and touching, pinning you it sent his  thoughts running wild, he loathed to admit it but his manhandling of you had...Really did it for him, which surprised him he has never been one for the rough and tumble outside of the bed room...or in it really sure he topped but nothing majorly rough a few slaps on the ass here and there and some dirty talk. But ...with you he could see himself experimenting you just shook him! He wanted to go all alpha on your ass!, claim his woman and all that jazz...He  just- around you he truly felt like a man's man you know? The whole 'me Tarzan you Jane' scenario wanting to sling you over his shoulder and take you back to his trailer and fuck the living daylights out of your tiny little pussy!....Fuck!

Having his current infatuation, his fantasy! Pinned and held still to the wall had really fucked him up. I mean what was so sexy about overpowering you with a single hand on your chest? crowding you with his form? leaning so close he could feel your sweet breath fanning his face Fuck me!...Everything, all of it was sexy! he felt powerful and dominant, like he was this big bear who could protect you from everything even yourself!

His only gripe was that he had to remain stoic and irritated as you flirted with him...God he wanted to flirt back let you know he wanted you in the most depraved of ways but that wasn't in the scene. Just remembering the way he had held you was already making him twitch in the tight bottoms of his costume.

It didn't take long to slip, for his imagination to cross over into delicious dangerous territory. He had felt it! The way your heart picked up as he leaned in closer with vaguely threatening words, the soft pants and gasps between your breaths the way your pupils had blown only to return to the sarcastic unamused gaze of keira. He had watched closely as your lips trembled you were quivering and he loved everysecond of it.

"Henryyyy~ oh god really what you do one scene with your precious Tink's and we loose you completely?!" Henry grunted at Joey as they made their way across set, they now needed to film a town scene.

"I'm fine Joey...Just thinking" he snorted at Henry walking around the larger man stopping him in his tracks

"Well don't hurt yourself" Henry rolled his eyes then peaked at the impish grin Joey had.

"So? Happy? I mean you did just get to cop a feel! And be paid to do it mind you!" Henry stopped and stuttered

"I-I did not!  I would never! Joey it was a scene! I didn't cop a feel!" Joey pulled a face unconvinced.

"Uhuh? So your script said 'grab her by the tits' and not 'grab her by the throat'?" Henry stopped 'what?, it fucking? Did ? Oh fuck whats she going to think? Is that why she was unprepared? You are such a fucking dick shes gonna think your a god damn pervert!'

"Hey hey woah! Henry stop slow down mate...I can see what your thinking but just back up...I was joking....Fuck ...That's it calm down she didn't seem to mind...see its fine" Henry calmed down but not by much.

"What the fuck? How am I? Whats she gonna think of me now?"

"Whats who gonna think of what?" Both men looked up as Anya approached readying herself for the shoot. Joey spoke up before Henry could stop him.

"Well you know Henry's little crush had her first shoot today?"

"I don't have a crush!" Anya chuckled at his blatant lie and patted his shoulder

"We know Henry..." she looked to Joey whilst rubbing Henry's back in reassuring circles and continued as he pouted.

"So Tink's is the one replacing whatsherface I thought it was just a rumor" Joey laughed as Henry heaved a sigh becoming a light pink colour.

"How does? We-I don't have a...Fuck it" Henry gave up resigning to the fact that everyone probably knew no matter how discrete he thought he was being. Anya sighed at the buff man.

"Henry you wouldn't shut up about her we all know..." Henry looked between them a little sheepish he couldn't help it. Joey cleared his throat.

"...yes well at one point Henry here had to pin her to a wall by her throat but instead decided to use her boobs to keep her still...and he has only just realized" Anya sighed

"Oh god you didn't? Really?...please tell me you didn't squeeze..." he full on blushed.

"NO! FUCK-I I did not squeeze...I didn't even notice not until Joey just brought it up...Its probably why she wasn't ready and banged her head, she thought I was going for her throat to push her back but instead I....Fuck sake!" Anya looked to Joey for the full story.

"He pushed her a little hard and her head hit the wall...I'm sure it was your strength that caught her off guard not your meaty palm squishing her tits..." Henry groaned running his hands over his face.

Anya sighed looking at him she could tell this was going to eat away at him.

"Look if she didn't say anything then she probably doesn't even realize...just play it by ear...if she does bring it up then apologize sincerely...All women love a gentleman" Henry sighed Anya was right the scene just naturally progressed you probably wouldn't have noticed, but he couldn't help feel bad he liked you he didn't want to blow it.

"But...but what if she hasn't said anything because shes scared of me" anya scoffed shaking her head.

"Seriously? You think shes afraid of you?" Henry furrowed his brow as she and joey laughed

"Well she must be! She always ran away from me! And couldn't look at me when she auditioned and today she had to hide behind Kal just to speak a few words to me!...I can understand I mean shes small and I'm a big guy then I fucking throw her about like that!? Shit shes never gonna go out with me if I fucking frighten her! Why the fuck are you two laughing I'm serious?!" Anya managed to stem her chuckles feeling bad for him, he honestly had no clue.

"Shes not scared Henry...Fuck really you haven't noticed?"

"Noticed what?!" Joey intercepted still chuckling, honestly it was like watching a fumbling preteen with a first crush.

"She likes you...A lot shes embarrassed" Henry frowned at them were they making fun of him? He shook his head getting irritated.

"No...she can't it doesn't make sense why would she run and be all..."

"Nervous and stuttering?like oh I font know a girl meeting her favorite celebrity? " Joey added Henry blinked what? You were a fan?

"There we go the penny has dropped!" Henry moved shifting on his feet flushing red

"She cant be-"

"She is Tee told me, shes a fan of yours Henry so she gets all shy" 'was that true? You liked him; his work so got flustered and avoided him? Fuck Cavill you dumb ass! That makes perfect sense! She hid because she was nervous, and she used Kal as a coping mechanism! She probably doesn't want to freak you out!' Henry smiled getting more confident if..if it was true then all he had to do was get you used to being around him, he could relax now knowing he didn't scare you just made you...what? Happy nervous? He was snapped out of his thoughts by Joey.

"Why don't you come along with us tomorrow...Invite her out for a late lunch? We can go as a group so technically its not a date but we can get her a few wines down her and loosen her up a bit and get her relaxed and you two can talk get to know her more!"Anya gasped

"Thats a brilliant idea we can say its because me and Freya want to meet her before our scenes together! A nice casual lunch and we can sit her next to you Henry!" Henry smiled...That was a good idea he could get to know you and not come on to strong as like a date. He nodded to Anya and Joey he would go and ask you after shooting today, suddenly he couldn't wait for tomorrow envisioning finally getting to have a real conversation with you and hopefully get you to relax around him.

You ran back to your trailer, luckily it took half the time to get out of costume then it did to get in. It only took an hour and you were finally y/n again and ready to chill like Tomasz said. You heaved a huge sigh once alone in your new home. You wanted to just go back to bed but your mind was reeling ,that had been incredible and terrifying all in one. 'But bitch you did it! Fuck yes!...And oh my god he touched you....Okay so it was for a scene so does it count?...Maybe, and he got you food! He fed you girl~...Well again not really,...Just coffee but still he thought of you? like he Ugh! How the fuck are you gonna survive this?!...Okay breath you didn't squeal....or scream or dry hump him....So today is going to go down as a win! But oh my fuck he was so strong~ like fuck he could one hundred percent rip you in half and your sorry ass would fucking drool over his muscles during and thank him after! And he was warm to...So warm and his smelt handsome...How the fuck can anyone smell handsome? You didnt know but fuck he did clean and masculine and just UGH!...Yes...Just yes girl so handsome and big and buff and....Fuck you wanted to just UGH!...Fuck...Just oh my god how are we gonna get through this with him being all growly and beefy...Okay something else....Kal, Kal is so cute and fluffy and big just like his daddy-NO! No no no stop it...Stop that right now!...He was hot though' you could still feel where he had placed his hand over your chest, the tingles he left it was ridiculous! His palm had been so hot...Like the rest of him so no real surprise...But fuck for you to feel it through the thick dress he must be hot...Which some how was more of a turn on you were wet...Like whet.

You cringed as you shifted feeling the arousal in your knickers making them stick to your outer lips it was uncomfortable, should probably take care of that.. you got up moving to the small toilet flicking off your knickers and blushed...Wow okay the man had definitely done a number on your libido...And you thought tumblr smut did you good but shit this was almost laughable. You rolled your eyes moving to the toilet wiping yourself down cleaning yourself up. It did no use you growled twitching and bucking into your hand as you moved as fast as you could trying not to fan the flames as brushing past your clit silently praying that this wouldn't be a regular thing after shoots. But you fucking doubt it! Seriously on set he was a huge growly built witcher...Who was also a frequent fantasy so yeah looks like your knickers were in for a rough ride. You whined trying to wipe away as much as you could feeling embarrassed as well as a little naughty, but to be honest you didn't feel to bad about it. Was that weird? besides if you hid it then it wont be a problem...A few months of sexual frustration wont be so bad...would it? Not like the man didn't know he was attractive so if he did ever see well...He wont blame you...would he?.

You mulled over these thoughts then quickly shook your head deciding some questions are better left unanswered. You looked down at into the toilet...If you continued to wipe yourself down you'd have a hell of a job explaining a clogged toilet...There was no dignified way of explaining a clogged toilet. So it was settled you needed a shower....A cold shower and clean knickers then a nap! sounds like a plan. On that thought, You poked your head out of the shower checking for a mini washing machine...Nada great so had to settle for just quickly rinsing them in the sink then hang them somewhere. You moved quickly pulling the cord and flipping on the switch letting the water to pour through the shower head.

You hissed as you stepped into the cubicle and the cool water hit your bare skin. You blinked looking at the damp knickers on the floor of the tiny room you shrugged and threw them on the floor of the shower giving them a quick blast washing away your own mess then kicked them out choosing to find a spot to dry them later. It was only when you stood below the stream of water that you realized just how flushed you was. Your heated skin protested to the water but soon it was comfortable and relaxing you closed your eyes trying to take a few zen moments under the cool spray willing away all your troubles.

Mainly the throbbing between your thighs it only lasted a few minuets before you got irritated huffing it wasn't working! you growled  having a quick wash hoping your arousal would settle on its own but soon you realized it wasn't going to happen and you needed to clean your still tremble core. You hissed bucking having to bite your own hand as you moved the shower head to the apex of your thighs. You whined as the light spray washed away your arousal pressing against your clit. You moaned as the cool water seemed to be just what you needed cooling the heated flesh and giving you incredible waves of pleasure vibrating along your nerves in slow tremors as good as it felt it was...not enough? It felt nice and nice just wasn't going to cut it! you grunted trying desperately to find that spot, that angle and rhythm that will take you to paradise but this shower was shit... Nothing like your expensive high power shower at home.

You whined widening your legs thighs shaking one hand was on the side of the tiny cubicle bracing yourself as you rocked and circled trying to chase a high that was slipping away as your frustration built. You hissed out throwing your head back moaning in disappointment trying to conjure an image, fantasy anything that would help but each time you latched onto one it was him and for some reason it felt...wrong and dirty. You gave up with a angry grunt quickly hooking the shower head back up and flipped it off. Getting out and wrapping a towel around you now in a sour mood. How the fuck was it easy to masturbate over him when you've never met him yet fucking difficult when you had met him... But surely it should be easier to get yourself there thinking of him, you had more to go on now. Maybe it was to do with the fact you had to face him now? either way it wasn't going to happen well not today anyway...Or was it?

It was then you decided to start going through tumblr...Probably not going to help but fuck you were desperate! you were horny and had to try, tumblr smut fics had never done you wrong before hopeful the writers would work their magic once more quickly scrolling through to your favorite smut fics and settling in the bed at the back of the bus. You moved crawling across the soft covers still wrapped in the huge bath sheet towel not caring that everything  was getting damp, if you had your way they'd be getting a lot wetter!

You flopped on your back pillows propping you up a little getting comfy you took a deep breath and spread your legs your tablet leaning on one bent leg, headphones next to you just in case a porn audio took your fancy. You started eyes scanning the words of a particularity juicy fic that you'd reread hundreds of times by this point you knew it almost word for word but still found yourself becoming turned on by the well written words, the slow build up that had you panting as you ghosted your fingers across your thighs slowly making their way to your mound, then bypassing making you shiver as you continued the journey up your soft tummy goose bumps raising along the flesh under your slight touches all the way to your chest leaving light tiny pinches on the underside of your breasts and circled your nipples letting the words sink in getting yourself ready for a promising orgasm.

You moved things along skipping a few paragraphs finding the hottest part of the chapter finally you moved two fingers to circle your tiny throbbing bud. Arching as your soft fingers rolled in small figure eights around the swollen flesh you rocked lightly and dug your toes into the covers below you trying to hold still and enjoy your body for whats its worth. Sighing you moved plucking at it from side to side pulling and tugging it this way and that as your walls began contracting wanting to be full, aching to a full body shuddering orgasm! The pleasure built faster then in the shower under your own skilled fingers and you grunted moving rocking faster. Half of you wanting to make this last, to enjoy the slow build up the other half just wanted this over, already done with this shit. You lowered your fingers leaving your clit to drift lower and rubbing your opening digging in your fingertips to give the muscles a massage treating yourself before diving right inside your arousal was coating you making it easier. You closed your eyes forgoing the fic now finding yourself able to have your own fantasy. Imagining another of Henry's characters somehow you could separate Henry from captain syverson which was a fucking god send at this point! then just as you were going to impale yourself on your own fingers and finally get your well deserved release. Then you heard it, your phone. It was like god himself doesn't want you to cum today.

Your head fell back an you kicked at the mattress having a quick paddy before wrapping your towl around you with a grunt and clambered out of bed to see who was cock blocking you. It was a good thing you got up to answer it as the tell tale 'mama' by scissor sisters blaring out signalling it was your mum and you'd be in deep shit is you ignored her. you took a deep breath and sat at the small table just by the door tugging the towel tight and answered.

"hi mum..you alright?"

"hey baby! how did it go? did you enjoy it? when can I see my baby girls perfomance? it was for the trailer wasn't it? tell me!!" you chuckled and leaned back she was really excited about all this, probably moreso then you.

"It was...It was fun I was nervouse but everyone said I did good...Didn't forget lines and stuff...Tomasz said the trailer will be out early in a few days so just keep your eye out on netflix but don't send it to me or tag me in it please...don't wanna see it yet"

"Tomasz? he is the....Bard?!" you laughed out loud shaking your head

"No director...Joey is the bard"

"So it was all okay? I'm glad I was so worried for you I tried not to call but I couldn't help it been sitting here all day worrying...And I may have...Well don't be mad!" you took a deep breath oh god what has she done!

"Mum..Mum what have you done?..You didn't tell anyone yet did you please tell me you've kept quiet!" she chuckled nervously

"Well...I may have accidentally let slip to...Well Casper? just a tiny bit...Teeny weeny bit" you froze she fucking what?! oh god oh god oh god! if Casper knows then the others probably will soon! you'd hoped to keep this away from the entourage of seriously over protective older brothers!

"MOTHER!? WHA-why? what the fuck? please tell me your joking?" she sighed

"oh I'm sorry love...But I was here alone worried...I really tried but he called and well he knew something was up and I just...it was an accident....I just needed someone to share the news with sweetheart! I'm sorry besides they will be happy for you! you know that they look out for you they just care..I'm sure it will be fine!" you grumbled down the phone to her making her sigh

"I am sorry it just slipped...I know they are...overwhelming and cocky and stubborn but they are your brothers and they love you, your their baby sister and they just want what's best for you" you sighed you knew that but they were all very over the top, fuck they are the reason your a virgin! no one would dare cross them! when you had your first kiss the poor soul was pulled off you and got a smack in the mouth since then everyone knew you were off limits. Not that your mother ever found out that little detail she thought you’d done the 'hanky panky' in secondary school like the rest of them.

"Yes I know...I suppose that was why you called to huh? to warn me?" you heard her click her tongue and hummed

"Well yes...He was happy for you, then he seemed to get antsy over the whole fame thing...And then when he realized you'd be working scenes with Geralt...Especially when he know you like the man...God for the life of me I can't remember his name! Hank-Harry?

""Henry"

"AH! yes that's it Henry the one you saw on tudors? and superman and fuck what else was he in? The spy one...fuck haha! you know its funny I should know this of by heart from all the squealing and what did you call it? fangirling? ..How has that been going by the way I'm assuming you were filming with him?" you hesitated a little

"I-err well we spoke a little this morning..From what Joey;the bard before you ask, said Henry had come to the make up early to try and make sure I didn't freak out to much...its why I stopped messaging you" she gasped

"Oh well that was nice of him...He is looking out for you then?"

"Yes to an extent...He got me coffee and was nice and he let me cuddle Kal! I sort of had really bad anxiety and kal-bear noticed so crawled into my lap...Henry let him and then Joey and Henry walked me to set...Well dragged me I ...I tried to run a little bit"

"Well thats good! You’ll need someone to help you...I guess you didn't have a screaming fit then?" you scoffed

"NO! what am I a child puh-lease I am an adult woman mother and I can handle a small crush!" she snorted at you

"I think not! you should remember who your talking to I know you inside and out! just..I know you like the idea of him but looks can be deceiving okay? just be careful there's a reason people say don't meet your idols y/n" you sighed

"I know mum...But I promise he has been nothing but a gentleman he is nice and is very supportive, he said so himself at the audition he will mentor me so I can learn on the job...I'm effectively his apprentice and I have everything under control...We wont see one another for a few days now any way...Got fight choreography for the next few days then some more fittings for other costumes then I will be on set filming more...Any way I best go...Gotta get some lunch havent eaten today yet...was to nervous...gonna chill for the rest of the day..Tomasz thinks the trailer will be done and out by tomorrow sometime so its going to get hectic"

"Okay love...If Casper calls just answer him if you avoid it you'll make him worse and he will call the others and you'll be bombarded with texts and calls...he might even call Kane....besides if you sort it out now alt least you wont have to face any of them for a while...not till you come here for filming...Or Christmas"

"Oh did they get the go ahead from brian?"

"Yes he signed a few weeks ago free reign over the woods and fells so you will be here filming I think it was for five weeks...Okay then I will let you go, take it easy be careful and I will call tomorrow okay? love you"

"Love you two mum speak tomorrow...not before eleven though!"

"Yes yes I know now go eat!"

"I will bye" you hung up and took a deep breath. shit. if Casper knew he was bound to have told one or two of the others. You got up from the table sliping on a sweater dress and some leggings before making your way over to the dining tent for lunch deciding you would feel better after some food.

Jesus Christ, it had already begun! the chefs were all over you like a bad rash, it seems everyone had now either heard you was the stand in or seen it. They were all happy said nice encouraging things..A few teased you playfully like Mathew who had been a bit of a... well you wouldn't say creeper but he didn't seem to realize that you wasn't interested, not that he asked you out but he...You knew he wanted to but no...Just no. He was nice but you didn't like him like that,  he made you super uncomfortable and not in a nervous crush type of way that Henry had. After nearly forty five minuets of a cringey conversation you finally wriggled away from him and took a seat at one of the huge tables half way through the now cold soup thanks to Mathew you got the call.

Your phone buzzed to life with your brother Casper’s face. Fuck sake!. you debated ignoring it but knowing him he would go all commanding officer on your ass and you just didn't need that. You slipped the phone in your hand.

"Hello Cas"

"What the fuck do you think your upto?!" you winced oh yes definitely his officer voice

"What do you mean? look I know mum told you and if your just going to yell at me then fuck off okay? they needed someone"

"Then they should find someone, but not my little fucking little sister...Your still a little baby"

"Don't call me baby alright? Jesus Cas I do have my own life you know? I can do what I want!" he scoffed you could feel him shaking his head

"But-but with him how the fuck? your going to get hurt sis you know that don't you? please please please tell them no, say something came up and you have to come home" you growled

"NO! ABSOLUTLY NOT!" you looked around seeing people stop and stare as you shouted down the phone to your over zealous brother.you quickly tucked your self into your shoulders.

"No I will not let them down! I signed the contract and I'm doing it! I'm keeping my word and you know what I am fucking enjoying myself! You know being an adult cos funny enough that's what I am...I thought you'd be happy for me?" he grunted

"I am happy for you! but I'm also worried, your about to be in the fucking spotlight y/n don't you see that? interviews, award shows the whole nine yards! and with no fucking preparation! no one in your corner!" you scoffed

"Oh thank so I'm on my own? because I haven't packed it in and come home like a good girl? is that what your saying? huh how dare I go and do something for myself by myself?!" he groaned and huffed down the phone you heard a thump he had obviously just hit something.

"That’s is not what I'm saying and you know it!  I always have you back just like the others you know that! I'm worried for you...I love you y/n...I don't want to see you crushed..The media are cruel and the fan base can be crueler...Please just tell me that you thought this through." you took a deep calming breath and nodded covering your eyes and leaned on your elbow on the table.

"I have...Tomasz and Lauren; the director and producer...They are releasing it in a way to let people know that if I hadn't stepped in then there would be no season two so that's one brownie point...And Henry and Joey are also on board helping me, they are mentoring me along the way and-" Casper hummed

"I'm also worried about him to...I don't want you caught up with him, I know what you think of him but he is still a man and they are only after-" you suddenly got very angry at what he was insinuating.

"Casper! Dont you fucking go there! I know bloody well what you fucking think? for fuck sake you and the others made damn sure I would die a fucking spinster, never had a fucking boyfriend cos of that stupid 'boys want one thing' bullshit at this point I wouldn't even know what to do with one! so just drop it!" he sighed it was something that all the brothers shared guilt over, they had isolated you, stopped you from having that first love and heartbreak now you were terrified of intimacy and the thought of needing someone in our life...

They knew it was their fault in some overprotective male bullshit they had basically given you a complex and ruined prospect of marriage and a family. They each regretted it and wanted to go back and change it but they can't. And it wasn't just boys they kept you away from girls to, ones they thought would lead you astray embarrassing you by showing up at teen parties and dragging you home kicking and screaming in front of your friends at eight at night trying to protect your virtue wanting what was best for you leaving you now a twenty seven year old virgin...Not by choice they had kicked the shit out of anyone who fucking blinked in your direction to this day you were still bitter about it and rightfully so.

They were out of line and should have known better, even your parents pulled them up and had many talks about it warning that they were going to give you a complex and issues later on but they never listened and there were to many of them for your mum and dad to really keep track and keep an eye on.

"Look Cas please just trust me I...If I'm going to make mistakes let me decide which ones to make okay? I'm happy and I'm going to be careful...I know you have my best interests at heart but at some point I've got to..." he sighed sadly he knew where you was coming from they had suffocated you growing up and now you were naive and that was their fault and just made them worry more and more becoming one huge nasty cycle. They want you to be happy and settle down but they still saw you as the baby sister who needed her knights in shinning Armour! And they wasn't ready to let anyone else be your hero.

"Please Casper...Just tell me your with me? That you think I can do it? I really need my family right now to just have my back" you closed your eyes feeling a huge weight on your back, you loved each and every one of your brothers and always wanted to make them proud but it was hard when your the baby of the family, you know they all mean well but...Well they are men and idiots fucking, children if your honest. You took a deep breath waiting to hear his reply.

"I've got your back Titch, always got your back and I trust you...And if-if you do get close to him and want to ...You know go for it....But same thing goes I don't care if he is a big star he fucking upsets you I will break his legs! Okay? Anyway enough of that...Don't need to think of you doing the nasty...So who you playing anyway? mum couldn't remember" you sighed in relief at least Cas would back you up when the others found out.

"keira...I'm playing keira...Did a shoot today its going to be in the trailer...Think they are releasing it tomorrow sometime so keep your eyes peeled..." you smiled you heard someone in the back ground say something ad Casper grunt and swear

"Whats wrong cas?"

"Fucking recruits locked in the boiler room...Fucking tit honestly how I'm going to manage this lot I don't have a clue...Think I should send them to Kane...He'd fucking make them shit themselves" you laughed as he mentioned your stoic eldest brother who had a bit of a reputation for being a hard ass...Well a hard ass with a stick up his ass. He was good in the army terrified the newbies, if at least one didn't piss himself on the first day then Kane wasn't doing his job right..

"Oh god your not loosing your touch are you?" he swore at you grumbling

"No I'm not you cheeky little shit!" you giggled at his remark knowing the teasing meant there was no hard feelings and continued.

"weelll I don't know...Didn't scare me on the phone earlier and if it was Kane well...Yeah Kane is Kane" he hummed in reply before carrying on in a sly voice

"Well that’s cos you think that your not gonna face me for a while but I’m on leave in two months...And you never know your only gonna be in London~" you faltered the smug grin dropped

"What the- how'd you know?" he chuckled

"Mum gave each of us your schedule from when you got the job with Tee she knew we'd want to know sooo I'm guessing that things are gonna be the same, your in Scotland now then home in sturry and the rest in London...Not that far any way I'm off take care, be safe and I will see you soon~" you groaned into the phone

"Okay then see you soon? Love you miss you already"

"Love you to Titch" he hung up and you sighed well...that wasn't so bad? was it? you smiled moving to clear up your bowl an exited the tent just missing the down trodden Henry who had just left the tent himself.

Henry was devastated after spending an hour or so hold up in his trailer sulking playing what he heard over and over again trying to work out who you were talking to he had lost hope. He had summarized  that you had a boyfriend. After not hearing from Henry for over an hour when he said he’d text, Joey decided to pop over and had sat and listened as Henry was explaining what he had just heard.

Henry was nearly in tears he wanted to shout he felt so? so? what hurt? he was upset and embarrassed he had made a fool of himself and for what? You had a boyfriend fuck knowing his luck a fucking husband!

"No I'm sure you heard wrong Henry Tee said she isn't seeing anyone" Henry growled

"Yeah well shes fucking wrong! I know what I heard Joey! they argued her and this 'CaSpEr' he didn't want her to be here! or or do anything by the sounds of it a right dick head...She popped off at him...From what she said he must have ordered her home...Fucking cunt!...What kind of a name is Casper any way sounds like a fucking prick! and then by the end 'LoVe YoU MiSs YoU AlReAdY' and they must be serious cos she was all like 'how I need my family around me' so he is already family I've got no chance Joey! The one girl that catches my eye after all this time and shes fucking taken! Fuck how could I be so stupid...You know I'm lucky I heard and didn't make a complete fool of myself and ask her to come out with us! god why can't things just fuck?...ugh!" Joey watched hesitantly he hadn't seen Henry like this before...kal was curled up smothering him and he looked crushed. Joey sighed and pulled out his phone texting Tee again explaining things.

"Casper? was that the name?" Henry nodded still furious with himself he lifted a hand up.

"What the-Joey what are you doing? look fucking leave it its done move on...She'd never like me for me anyway, They all just want a fucking superman!" Joey scoffed

"Always so fucking dramatic-AHAH! Henry you fucktard!...Wow okay fuck you know I'd leave it, fuck that..Shes a lost cause I say" Henry sat up sharply making Kal groan a jump down to the floor with an indignant huff.

"W-what did she reply? whats wrong?" Joey cleared his throat re reading the text

"Henry she has siblings...A lot of siblings"

"Yeah and I have a few siblings I don't see how thats relevant?"

"No your not with me Henry. She is the youngest of nine....Shes got eight older brothers Casper is one of them...She was talking to her brother who is in the army" Henry blinked..siblings? Oh....Well shit he didn't even think..But yes that would make sense..wow he fucked up, and lost a chance to get to know her by throwing a temper tantrum like a spoilt little boy.

"Her brother?..In the army that's why she said she misses him...That would explain....Shit I fucked up"

"Yes you did! royally! you know Anya and Freya are expecting her to show tomorrow and its like nine at night so you can't exactly go ask now you fucking twat....My god such a child hang on Mama Joey will fix this but you owe me!" Joey sighed and quickly started texting Tee Henry moved looking over the mans shoulder watching as he typed letting Tee know what they had planned she replied instantly agreeing with lots of winky faces and eggplant emojis?.

"There all sorted Tee will invite her out and we will all casually bump into one another...And for fuck sake find out her brothers names so we don't have this again! Jesus!" Henry looked down sheepishly now ashamed of his reaction, it wasn't like him to sulk or as his mum would put it 'throw his toys out of the pram' Henry leaned over hugging the singer tight

"Thank you Joey...I really do owe you....And sorry for the sulking and bitching...Just you know I really like her, and I want this to...I just got a feeling about her...I-I think she could be the one...Never got this wound tight over a woman before and...And I don't want to fuck this up!" Joey smiled and stood up.

"Well to late for that my friend however I am here to help you know that! so is Anya and Tee and Freya if Anya has anything to say about it, you'll be a couple by the end of filming I'm sure of it...Hell when the betting starts im putting money down!” henry rolled his eyes pushing Joey a bit he laughed then began again

“Look your half way there she is a fan, just gotta get her out of the whole 'Henry Cavill movie star' mind set down to a more intimate 'Henry Cavill my sexy colleague who I want to fuck-OUCH FUCK! HE-HENRY! H-HEY NO PITCHING!" Henry laughed it was true he just had to get over the initial 'oh my god its superman' then things will be easier to manage...if he can control his own nerves that is. Henry gave Joey on final hug as the singer left thanking him and closed the door resting his back on the door taking a deep breath then jumpers the three steps up to the 'living area' and fist pumped the air having a little moment.

"Fucking Get In!! did you see that Kal!?! Daddy has a date with Tinks!!! hey you hear me buddy? tinks and daddy are having lunch!!...Okay well not a date but we are having lunch....Fuck...What should I wear boy?....cant go to dressed up...but sweats are...no....Shit! Kal son I've got fuck all to wear...I DIDN'T PREPARE FOR THIS!!"  Kal barely batted and eye lid at his human as he ran to the closet in a panic ripping through his clothes wanting to find something suitable. Kal yawned and looked to the huge bed in the back of the home away from home and huffed, Henry would be at this all night fussing over matching his body wash shampoo and conditioner scent and after shave...Not that he can shave but a bit of smelly never hurt to entice the ladies.

"Kal?KAL?! Coconut or Lynx Africa?!" Kal  blinked and turned on the spot and stretched yawning slowly away from Henry making the man sigh. With one huge leap Kal landed on the empty bed, if Henry wasn't going to use it then its no use letting the comfy spot go to waste, the Akita made a loud snort as he flopped down closing his eyes, when Henry got like this Kal just tried to ignore him, the human would tire himself out eventually until then Kal would get some shut eye. he peeked one last time seeing his dad who scrabbled about yanking out clothes sniffing them to see if they were clean or not, he shrugged digging through the tops he swore he packed a dark blue button up! and he was determined to find it even if it took all night!

[tokyoghoose]

nous aimons tous les deux jours

pairing: dabi x reader

playlist: things we never say - bad bad habits*, sincerity is scary - the 1975, love love love - of monsters and men, if i go, im going - gregory alan isakov, i dont know me like you do - low hum, if i get high - nothing but thieves ( alice kristiansen cover ), i dare you - the regrettes, problems - deathbyromy, fool of you - meltt, hell and you - amigo the devil, creature - it looks sad, tongues and teeth - the crane wives, hooked ( addicted you might say ) - eleisha eagle, nothings gonna hurt you baby - cigarettes after sex, a dream of you - far caspian, so alright, cool, whatever - the happy fits, a lovely night - ryan gosling

warnings: mentions of violence, brief mentions of drugs for expression, and suggestive themes

summary: we love every other day

announcements!

this is my first try at a enemies/lover thingy! Originally it was going to be an enemy to lovers but i liked the idea that they're just on opposing sides a little more haha. Lemme know if you'd like to see the other one though!

i know there are a lot of hero x villain fics like this out there 😌 this is my take on it, so please bare with me!

feedback is welcome and appreciated! requests are open!

"We really have to stop meeting like this."

An addiction. That's what it is. Either that or it's some kind of reverse psychology like you want what you can't have—because nothing else makes sense. If you knew him as a regular person, honestly you probably wouldn't have given him a second thought. If he was a hero you worked beside—or god forbid a villain—then you probably wouldn't have cared for a hookup or two, but then you'd get over it. It's not infatuation. It's an addiction. It's toxic and unhealthy and it just feels good even if it shouldn't. But the high; the high is unbeatable.

It continues on forever and more. From the moment his gaze pierces yours it's like snorting a rail of coke or taking a tab and the trip never ends. It's not even the fact you could get caught. You two are so damn obvious; anyone who stumbles into an alleyway at three in the morning would see the two of you doing more than what a fight warrants. It's just him. It's simply Dabi.

Romeo and Juliette's syndrome is probably a better term for it. But hell, it's not like he'd die for you. Right? It's not like you've known each other way longer than some days and nights and you certainly aren't teenagers and he's definitely not somebody who moves onto a girl and decides he's in love at first sight just because his 'rosaline' left him face down ass up. So maybe Romeo and Juliette is just lack of a better term.

But it's so unfair. How the hell are you supposed to escape him when it's like he's around every corner. With every breath you take, it's like he's an inch closer to crushing your chest with his. And maybe you want him to? This isn't very hero-like.

"You're the one always tracking me down, doll."

The pet name sends shivers down your spine and it makes you want him all the more.

Who am I? What has gotten into me?

You blame the pink tint to your cheeks on the brisk wind of the night, but the heat to them is a large contrast. You cross your arms over your chest and scoff, trying to look taller, stronger, and broader. Not in a threatening way, but more a warning.

This time you'll really take him out.

"In case you forgot, it's my job."

You tell yourself that every time.

And every time he gets away.

"I'm not doing anything but taking a walk."

He steps closer, the already short distance between you two getting shorter. The streetlamp that cuts the scene in half flickers, a moth flying away from the light and towards the moon. You count three squares in distance and you resist the urge to step back.

"You're a wanted criminal, Dabi."

He doesn't deny it but scoffs anyway, shoving his hands into his pockets leisurely. It's like he's never bothered. You're just a nat he's waiting to squash. You have to remind yourself of that: You're just prey.

"I think you just miss me." His tone is serious, but he's only teasing—no matter how true it is. You're starting to think that he can read minds—it's actually quite concerning.

You force a laugh past your lips, trying to show you aren't bothered by what he says. It's just a game of cat and mouse, and it's time the roles switch.

"Please. I could throw you in jail right now."

"But you wouldn't do that. Isn't that right, bunny?"

Your guard faulters and it gives him the opening he needs to corner you completely—and quite literally. It's a blink of an eye and he has you against the brick wall. It'd look rather suspicious to anyone passing, or maybe it looks endearing. But it doesn't matter, to begin with when it's a barren street. Even the crickets seem to have fled.

It's like wherever Dabi walks, everything else scatters. If it were the sea, you're sure it'd part red.

Dabi smirks, trapping you between his body and the cool, damp bricks. The mist from earlier rain seeps slowly into your hero suit, sending a violent chill down your spine. His other hand touches your hip, fingers grazing the fabric so faintly that it'd feel non-existent if it weren't for the heat radiating off them. You hitch your breath when his nose nudges your neck, his hot breath causes shivers and his eyes bore into your own with something mischievous.

"I-"

His lips ghost the skin of your neck and you subconsciously pull it taut, tilting your head to the side. You're beginning to hate how your body arches into his and how it reacts to the simplest of touches.

Like a brick to a window, your dissolve shattered easily.

Dabi quirks a brow, challenging you to continue as you sputter about. It's embarrassing. You can hear him say it now, just like so many times before: "Oh? A big hero like you getting flustered by a big bad villain like me? How cute."

Your walkie talkie comes alive with static and a voice cuts in asking for help to take down a gang of criminals a few cities over.

My saving grace.

"I-I have to go." You push him away by the shoulders with sudden confidence, but he doesn't seem to put up much resistance.

God, you want to wipe the smug smirk off his face.

He backs off and turns with an unbothered wave, proving his point that you wouldn't- couldn't touch him, much less win against him in any sort of battle. The untouchable.

"Until next time, right?"

———

It's like a new tide from the moon—how fast your feelings towards him change. He's awful. A criminal, a villain, a murderer. He's the literal icon of everything your against.. or of what you're supposed to be against.

But you understand him. You get his whys and you feel his emotion like you're apart of them. You empathize with him and it makes you so fucking angry at yourself because you know—as a hero—you should never side with a villain like him, no matter how much sense he starts to make.

Blame it on his tone and the smoothness of his words. He's just a swindler.

The next time isn't even a full week later. He technically protects you from some randoms in an alleyway and you catch him in the act of it all, turning to catch whoever was following you, only to be met with cold blue eyes and a pile of ashes in front of you.

Of course, it ultimately ends in the same place it always does; his bed.

His scent and touch linger a little too long after these meetings and you decide once again that this is the last time.

It's a real shame you have to blame it on his body heat and not the undeniable attraction you feel towards him. But you suppose that could count towards it.

His hands are anywhere—everywhere—and they leave a fire in their wake. It's too much and still not enough. All you want is to be closer. Fingers in his hair, pulling him into you until you can't, and then pulling him in more. It's like air, the way you breathe him in. When you finally give into dabi it no longer becomes a crime, but a necessity.

It's overbearing and messy and awful, but you can't help but slip into his embrace and into his warmth.

It's freezing and he's the sun.

Tangled in between cotton sheets, you feel him rub circles into your shoulder and you hear his heartbeat. It's reassuring to know someone like him even has one. Then again, he probably wouldn't have protected you if he didn't have one. How many times has he saved you from harm's way? Honestly, one time is too many.

It almost makes this fling of yours respectable. It almost makes you want to admit you're falling for that smug face and bad attitude.

"We talked about what we'd do if we ran into your league again, you know?"

Why on earth would you bring that up of all things, y/n?

He doesn't need to know anything about your career, much less your plans to take his team down.

"Hmm.. is that so?" Dabi's fingers move up to draw languid circles into your collarbone before shifting slightly to loom over you. His other hand comes to rest on your hip, sending a searing, but welcomed heat to the flesh. You hiss quietly at the sensation, already knowing there's a bruise forming from the activities not too long ago. His lips replace his hand on your neck and he removes his arm from under your head to hold himself up.

Your hand finds his messy hair, fingers delving into the raven locks and tugging gently as he makes his way to the column of your throat and to your ear. He nips at it, nose brushing against your jaw; his hot breath creating goosebumps that rise to your flesh.

"I like knowing you think of me when I'm not around, Angel."

The tone and raspiness of his voice makes you groan, feeling him kiss beneath your jaw. You just know he's smirking at the reactions he elicits from you because you can feel it. He enjoys watching your internal struggle. You can't act like you didn't choose to form whatever this is with him.

You tug his hair to look at him, bringing his face up and he almost looks annoyed that you disrupted his path heading down towards your chest. Your lips ghost over each other's and you lean in for a kiss, only for him to pull away and leave you chasing.

"I also like when you call my name."

Your hand falls from his hair to cup his jaw, practically pulling him forward into a kiss. It's rough to cover up the intimacy and need behind it. His fingers dig into the plush of your hip, thumb pressed into your stomach before his hand goes upward with an ulterior motive.

Pulling away from him before he can initiate anything more, you run your thumb across his lips and the silver bands that adore the lower half of his face. Surprisingly enough, it didn't take long to adjust to the different textures

"And I like how you kiss me."

This almost feels too domestic—not that you mind, but you're positive he knows you're wrapped around his finger, in the palm of his hand. It's impossible to hide it now. Your actions speak louder than the three words on the tip of your tongue, poisoning your mind.

It makes you cringe when you think about it all. How easily he can get into your head and twist your arm. Some nights you catch yourself thinking that maybe you'll be able to convince him to open his eyes a little wider to see your point of view, especially when you've begun to see his. They're horrible—the villains you go against, but he makes them seem so different. You hate how he makes you double think everything.

He playfully nips at your thumb when you push it gently between his lips, teasingly. His hands trail up your arms, pulling them off of him and above your head. You're the one who makes the move to intertwine fingers as he pushes them down harshly on the pillow underneath you. Insatiable. That's what he is. Is it so wrong to keep wanting more?

The sun beginning to rise over the horizon and spilling in through the window doesn't seem to stir him as he makes his descent from your lips.

You already know that by the next morning you'll hate him and that surrounds him. You'll hate yourself for listening to your heart instead of your head simply because it just 'feels so right.' It's a constant cycle between the two of you, and you're sure he feels the same. He doesn't agree with anything you stand by like a hero, but there's something that keeps him close enough.

There's only so much you can expect, even when you deny it over and over.

But god, you have to stop meeting like this.

[sheerfreesia007]

Fallin’ All In You (Pt. 30)

Title: Fallin’ All In You (Pt. 30)

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x Reader

Author: @sheerfreesia007 ​​

Words:3,074

Warnings: Alcohol drinking, fluff, drunken antics

Tags: @synystersilenceinblacknwhite ​, @two-unbeatable-beaters ​, @randomness501 ​, @sevvysaurus ​, @paryl

Author Notes: I didn’t know how to finish this one but I’m quite happy with how it turned out. Please let me know what you think and thank you for reading!

Gif Credit: Google Search

           You smiled lazily over at Tequila as the two of you sat at the bar. The Red Sox game was playing on one of the T.V.’s behind the bar and you were avidly following the game as the two of you relaxed while drinking your beers. Tequila was trying but failing to chat up the new bar tender and you were trying but failing to be a successful wingman to your friend. Just as the gorgeous brunette bar tender walked away from Tequila again to go see to another bar patron you snorted into your beer.

           “You know you could help.” Tequila whined to you and you patted him absent mindedly on the arm.

           “Sox are playing Tequila. You know I can only focus on one thing when they’re playing.” You retorted affably as you turned your attention back to the game on the T.V. “Besides I already put in a good word for you and she’s interested just doesn’t want to show it in front of other customers. Brings down her tips if she shows preferential treatment.” You muttered out of the side of your mouth to him. Tequila jumped in surprise and shock as he started at you in awe. His eyes were wide as he looked at you reverently and then darted his eyes over to the bar tender at the other side of the bar.

           “Have I told you today that you’re amazing and that I love you best friend?” he asked cheekily as he grinned at you.

           “Nope but once the game is over you can tell me all you want.” You quipped back and Tequila laughed loudly clapping you on your back.

           “Alright, alright. I’m pretty sure Whiskey doesn’t have to share your attention with a whole baseball team.” Tequila snickered softly to you as he settled on his stool and turned to the baseball game.

           “Actually he does. He made the mistake of actually taking me to a game one time and then got bent outta shape when I ignored him the whole game.” You gripped with a small smirk on your lips as you remembered the game you were talking about.

           “No.” Tequila gasped out and began laughing in amusement. “Whoo, does that man not know you at all?” he asked rhetorically and you laughed entertained as you took a sip from your beer bottle.

           “He didn’t know about my love for baseball or hockey.” You said shrugging nonchalantly as you grinned.

           “Oh please tell me he didn’t actually take you to a hockey game too? You’re scary when it comes to hockey.” Tequila mused curiously. You laughed amiably and swatted at his shoulder.

           “Am not.” You retorted in shock. You shook your head at him with your eyes still on the game. “C’mon ump!” you shouted suddenly and Tequila whipped his head to the game.

           “Like I said scary.” Tequila confirmed as he swept a hand over to you.

           “Red Sox suck balls!” came a loud shout from behind the two of you and you scoffed softly as you drank again from your bottle. You flicked you hand up to catch the bar tender’s attention and held up your bottle up and nodded at Tequila as well. The bar tender nodded smiling warmly at you as she began to get your and Tequila’s refills. “Did you hear me? I said Red Sox suck.” Came the loud voice again from behind you. It sounded closer and you felt Tequila tense next to you but you placed a comforting hand on his arm to calm him down.

           “I heard ya.” You said over your shoulder not taking your eyes off the game. “But obviously speaks for the team more than I could.” You retorted smugly as your eyes lit up in happiness as the Sox gained another run against the Tampa Bay Rays.

           “Just because they on a winnin’ streak don’ mean nuttin’ honey.” Came the obnoxious voice over your shoulder and you saw the bar tender look worried from you to the foul mouthed drunk. You shook your head at the bar tender and smiled warmly at her.

           “Roy why don’t we go talk outside and I’ll show you how wrong you are.” You said pleasantly as you turned from the bar top to look over at the medium built man who was swaying in front of you.

           “You gonna’ show me a good time honey?” he asked leering at you. Sighing softly you looked over your shoulder at the game one last time and then turned back to Roy gesturing towards the door.

           “You better watch every moment of this game cuz when I get back I need to know what happened.” You threatened Tequila harshly before you took another swig of your beer before following Roy out of the bar.

           When you stepped out you easily saw Roy was trying to stand on his feet without falling, too drunk to even remember what his name was. You walked over to the man and pressed a hand into his shoulder until he groaned and tried to shove your hand off of him. You kept pressure there and Roy slumped to sit on the ground at your feet with a loud grunt. Fishing out your cell phone you called up the local police in this area and easily let them that Roy needed a ride down to the station to sleep off his alcohol since he was being a nuisance at the bar. Thankfully they had an officer in the area and he’d be there shortly.

           You were anxious to get back to the game in the bar and didn’t want to stay out here longer than you had. Not even ten minutes later the flashing lights of the police cruiser was pulling into the parking lot and you smiled widely at the officer who stepped out of the cruiser.

           “Well if it isn’t my fellow Red Sox fan. How you doin’ Curaçao?” came the smooth twang of Officer Langdon.

           “I would be better watching the boys.” You gripped warmly at the officer and he chuckled while nodding his head.

           “How they doing? I can’t really listen on the radio while on duty.” He questioned avidly as he cuffed Roy and pulled him up onto his feet.

           “Before I left with this one they were up three runs on the Rays.” You told him eagerly and followed him to his cruiser to make sure Roy didn’t give any trouble. Officer Langdon nodded his head confidently and you smiled at the man, it was nice to find another Red Sox fan all the way out here in Kentucky and you rather liked the officer because he was kind and did his job well.

           “Good, that’s good. They might have a shot at the playoffs this year.” He said assuredly. You nodded your head assertively as Roy was put in the back of the cruiser.

           “Oh without a doubt.” You agreed as you shook his head. “Stay safe out their officer. Thanks for coming to pick him up.”

           “Just doing my job miss.” He said warmly to you before saluting you climbing back into the cruiser. Waving to him as he pulled out of the parking lot you turned and quickly walked back into the bar. Your eyes darting quickly to the game and you whooped in happiness as you saw that the Sox had gained another two runs while you were out of the bar.

           “Don’t worry I watched the whole time.” Tequila confirmed from his spot on his stool. “They’re still winning.” You grinned to him as you sat on your stool and patted his back happily.

           “They’re sweeping this game.” You stated surefooted before turning back to your bottle and taking a swig.

           “Is there ever a time when they just stop gaining points?” Tequila asked curiously and you turned to him silently raising an eyebrow. “I mean if they’re moppin’ the floor with the other team? Do they ever stop to ease the loss on the other team?”

           “Not really. I mean would you pull your punches against a target?” you questioned tilting your head to Tequila and mused silently at you.

           “True.” He acquiesced as he flicked his Stetson up on his head. “Well since your team is winning why do you say we do some shots to celebrate?” You laughed blithely knowing that Tequila was bored. Baseball wasn’t really Tequila’s sport of choice, he was more of a football fan and he was a hockey fan until he’d gone to a Boston Bruins game with you once when you were both on a mission in Boston. He had adamantly told you that he was terrified of you because of that experience and you didn’t doubt him you knew your love for hockey ran deep. And you knew that sometimes you took your love for the sport a little too far, but that’s what being a fan was to you.

           “Alright let’s do some shots.” You agreed easily nodding your head. You figured it was still early and the game was almost over, you could do a few shots with Tequila and then call it a night once the game was over. Jack was in Kentucky still and you would be able to go catch a ride home with him tonight since you knew he was still in the office working.

             It was at least an hour later and you couldn’t remember how many shots later when you heard your cellphone ringing on top of the bar top. You turned with a loud boisterous laugh to make your way to the bar when Tequila wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you back to him so that he could continue dancing with you.

           “Trish would you answer that for Cur here? Tell her boyfriend she’s a little busy dancing with her best friend. It’ll drive him crazy.” Tequila called over to the bar tender who laughed as she shook her head at him before she swiped up your cellphone answering effortlessly.

           You turned back to Tequila with another boisterous laugh and gasped as he twirled you so quickly that the room spun even faster in front of your eyes. When you had come back to face Tequila you gripped tightly onto his biceps to steady yourself as Tequila did some fancy footwork. Grinning you looked down and tried to follow his dance moves but you tripped and fell to the floor with a loud grunt. Tequila doubled over as he laughed uncontrollably before trying to help you up from the floor. He truly tried but only managed to make you slip from his arms with his laughter and fall back to the floor with a grunt.

           “Hey Cur your boyfriend says he’d like you back in his office soon so he can drive you both home.” Called Trish from behind the bar. You scurried up to your feet and Tequila shouted for you to get back over to him and dance some more but you ignored him as you rushed to the bar. Trish laughed and told the person on your cellphone to hold on before handing you your phone.

           “Jack? Jack ya there?” you rushed out in panting breath. You heard Jack’s deep laughter fill your ear and you smiled widely at the sound.

           “I’m here darlin’. How hammered are you?” he asked teasingly.

           “On’ a lil’.” You replied slurring your words a little. Jack laughed again and the smile split your lips widely.

           “Alright well ask Tequila to bring you back up to my office. I’d like to leave soon.” He said warmly to you. You nodded your head enthusiastically and Jack laughed again. “I’m assuming you’re nodding your head even though I can’t see you darlin’. I’ll see you soon.”

           “See you.” You rushed out and then turned to Tequila not bothering to hang up the phone yet. “Tequila! You gotta bring me back to Whiskey! ‘e said so.” You shouted at Tequila and heard Jack’s laughter from your phone before you hung up. Tequila stopped flailing his legs in a funky dance move and twirled to you with a smirk.

           “Oh I gotta’ bring you back to Whiskey. What crock of shit is that?” he teased and you huffed at him before turning and grabbing your jean jacket from your stool where you left it.

           “Thanks Trish!” You called to the bar tender with a wave as she smiled affectionately at you. “’et Tequila work for tha’ date wiff you. You deserve ta see ‘im grovel a lil’. It’s amazing ta see.” You told her conspiratorially and she laughed kindly at your antics as Tequila came rushing up to you to no doubt pull you away from the bar tender.

           “C’mon Curaçao let’s get ya back to Whiskey.” Tequila said warmly to you as he slung an arm around your shoulders.

           “Get her home safely Tequila.” Trish warned him and he saluted to her with a wink before ushering you out of the bar.

           The trek back to Statesman was a blur to you, with only moments sticking out in your mind. One being that you and Tequila serenaded each other to the song of ‘Pocket Full Of Sunshine’ and laughing loudly together when you both sounded off key. The other moment was when you tried to balance while you walked along a low curb and nearly face planted which made Tequila laugh so hard that he farted loudly, which only made you fall into uncontrollable laughter too.

           Finally the two of you were trying to unsuccessfully sneak down the hall where Jack’s office was as Tequila softly sang the theme song to mission impossible. Once you reached Jack’s door you stretched your hand out to grasp the door knob but the door swung open suddenly and you nearly tumbled backwards on your ass in surprise. Tequila burst out laughing as he caught you easily and the two of you looked over to Jack who was watching you both with an amused look in his eye.

           “She is completely three sheets to the wind my friend. Good luck.” Tequila said pleased as he pushed you into Jack’s waiting arms and quickly turned away from the two of you leaving you in the care of Jack.

           “Trish likes you. But you gotta work ‘or ‘er.” You called over your shoulder to Tequila.

           “And who is Trish?” Jack asked you softly as he ushered you into his office. He smiled warmly up at him as your hands rested against his chest. You looked down to his chest and felt your cheeks blush as your fingers pressed against him in exploration.

           “Hmm?” you asked distractedly as you walked your fingers up his chest to his shoulders. Jack laughed deeply in affection as you silently explored his body in your drunken state.

           “Trish, who is she darlin’?” he asked again and you smiled up to him brightly.

           “She’s a new friend. A pretty bar tender that Tequila likes.” You answered truthfully as your fingers danced back down Jack’s chest from his shoulders before you slipped your arms around his waist and snuggled into his chest. Jack laughed softly and rested his head on top of yours.

           “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you drunk.” Jack said suddenly and you chuckled softly shaking your head before burying your nose into his sternum.

           “Nope.” You quipped out against his shirt. Jack chuckled and pressed a kiss to your head before trying to lead you over to the couch in his office.

           “Well come sit down and relax for a little bit I just gotta’ finish up my last report and then we can go.” He said softly as he set you to lounge on the couch. You drunkenly lounged on the couch and watched him walk back to his desk to finish up his report. You silently thought that he was way too far away from you for your liking but before you could form the thought to correct that you turned to his ceiling and stared at it lazily.

           “If you had to lose a body part which one would it be and why?” you asked out into the air as you twirled your hand above you languidly.

           “What?” came Jack’s amused voice and you turned your head over to him smiling warmly at him.

           “If you had to lose a body part which one would it be and why?” you questioned again idly as you looked over at him. Jack was sitting at his desk staring at you with amusement infused on his face. “I think I’d choose to lose a finger, preferably the ring finger.” You decided drunkenly nodding your head as you looked away from Jack.

           “You’ve only answered half of your question. Why would you choose that finger?” came Jack’s response.

           “Oh yeah.” You said almost to yourself. “I’d choose that finger because it’s the only body part I can’t think of a function that I need it for.” You explained nodding your head confidently. “I mean I need the middle and thumb for gripping my desert eagles. Then there’s the pointer that’s my trigger finger and the pinky I think gives me balance. So by process of elimination it’s gotta be the ring finger. Besides I need all my other body parts.” You reasoned and heard Jack laughing softly over at his desk.

           “What about wearing a wedding ring?” Jack asked softly and you grinned cheekily over at him.

           “Why are you asking me to wear one?” you teased back and Jack grinned widely as his cheeks heated in a soft blush.

           “Not yet.” He retorted and your grin widened.

           “Well I’ll make sure to save the left one for you and I won’t get rid of it.” You reasoned easily as you smiled at him.

           “Good I’m gonna need that finger eventually.” Jack teased back easily and you chuckled softly. You were still staring up at the ceiling laughing when Jack came into view with a wide grin on his face. “C’mon my tipsy darlin’, it’s time to go home.” He said as he kissed your lips lightly before helping you up from the couch.

           “So marriage huh?” you teased gently to him and smiled up at him.

           “Well it is on the list of things to do.” He muttered warmly to you as he wrapped an arm around your waist and led you out of the office.

[aimmyarrowshigh]

Would you go back in time to the Titanic if you could since you love it so much?

I mean, realistically:

1) I am a lesbian Jew, and any time period before Literally Now is going to be Very Extremely Bad for me, because even now is Not Very Good,

2) I get seasick just thinking about the concept of boats,

3) The ocean freaks me out, even as much as I love jellyfish and truly believe that they are the creature with which I share the most in common except, perhaps, another creature of the sea, the manatee: jellyfish are basically just A Nervous System Floating Around Eating Stuff And Being Agitated and so am I; manatees, like me, are Round and have No Defense System and Just Want To Be Left Alone To Bask In Solitude And Enjoy Life – and yet the ocean is terrifying to me! THERE ARE WHALES IN THERE! LIKE MORE THAN ONE WHALES! Like, A LOT OF WHALES ARE IN THERE and that is REALLY SCARY to me because what was threatening whales that made them need to be so big?! And are THEY still in there?! And why can’t we find them!?

4) I get panicky in crowds that are like, organized and happy, let alone crowds that are uncontrolled panic death stampedes, so I would literally get onto the deck and see the chaos and just fling myself over the side INTO the terrifying ocean, like, bye, I physically cannot handle the anxiety of possibly being crushed to death by humans I would rather be crushed to death by smokestack/lifeboat/water itself.

HOWEVER, that said, like, ROMANTICALLY, as in “looking at The Titanic Itself as a romantic feature of history, not the movie as a romance” I absolutely fucking would, although I feel like, again, lesbian Jew, and also a woman who lives now, I would probably get much angrier much more quickly at Everything than would be prudent, probably. Also corsets. What the fuck.

But if I could be a fly on the wall and just float around that gorgeous ship and see it in its gilded age sumpuousness and be able to get a better idea of the sheer size and scope of it, because that aspect is really hard to picture and imagine, I would love that. I want to see the Palm Court so badly, and the Veranda Cafe, and the different dining rooms and staterooms and just… something about just how ostentatiously wealthy the First Class passengers were is hard to imagine being real.

I don’t think I would want to be a fly on the wall for the sinking itself. Tragedy and panic and trauma on that scale, too, is something that I can’t wrap my head around, either, for all that I was facetious about it above. Like, I can understand (all too well) one-on-one, intimate crime, but just like mass horror, I am very lucky not to have experienced in my life [yet] (knock on wood oh my god why did I put that in writing am I an idiot).

Just the – like, I AM very afraid of how unbeatable the ocean is. You cannot tame the ocean. You cannot beat ice. You just can’t. You know?

And god, SO MANY children died. I like, I TRULY can’t. I t r u l y cannot. I can’t. It’s unconscionable.

I know Ismay became a pariah, but he should have died in prison, not just social jail.

[kalinara]

So, I've been thinking a lot about the Evil Rip storyline in Legends of Tomorrow.  And there are a lot of things about it that I find really interesting, and may be particularly relevant when it comes to analyzing Rip's general dynamic with the rest of the team and where things might go in the future.

I remember, not long after Turncoat aired, being rather infuriated by a poorly written episode review that suggested that evil Rip basically proved that Rip never cared about the team at all.

Ignoring of course the sheer lack of logic in using the fact that a man had his mind visibly altered, ON CAMERA, to somehow prove his lack of regard for the team.  It's also really funny because, as Land of the Lost makes explicit, it actually proves the exact opposite.

I mean, look at Evil Rip for a second.  He has all of the memories of Good Rip.  He remembers the team.  He remembers traveling with them.  He remembers their strengths and weaknesses (which is of course the major problem in Turncoat).  He remembers his past as a Time Master.  He remembers Miranda and Jonas.

And even his morality, while changed, is an interesting dark mirror of good Rip.  Obviously, they're completely different in some very key aspects: good Rip hesitated and lost his chance to kill an unarmed Vandal Savage in Egypt and couldn't bring himself to kill Per Degaton, despite the fact that it would have prevented the loss of billions of lives.  Evil Rip doesn't have that restraint.

But there is one consistent core aspect that remains the same.  Evil Rip still has Good Rip's extreme focus on the mission.  

That's of course part of what makes Evil Rip such an interestingly nuanced villainous portrayal.  Unlike almost every other villain in the Flarrowverse, Rip isn't a sadist.  He is not pointlessly cruel.  He is not interested in torture or domination.  And while he doesn't balk at murder, he also doesn't do it casually either.

If we look at Turncoat, for example, every single evil act that he does in the episode (except one) has a very specific point.

He shoots George Washington in order to bring the Legends back to 1776.  He sets up the ambush and uses the EMP to neutralize his former teammates.  Now, at that point, there really isn't anything to keep him from killing all of his teammates.  And if you recall, Eobard had actually ordered him to do just that.  But he only shoots Sara.

I'm not going to excuse that, of course, but from Evil Rip's perspective, that would have been practicality, not maliciousness.  Sara doesn't have powers to neutralize, and her combat skill and physical prowess outmatches his at the best of times.  

His stalking of Jax through the ship does have some cat vs. mouse elements, but ultimately his goal is still the Spear.  He doesn't mock or belittle Jax, either.  He actually offers him a deal.  This isn't to say that he wouldn't have killed Jax if he'd gotten the man cornered.  Or taken other measures to get the information out of him, of course.  But torture and death is not the goal here.

Rip's murder of Sara is the one exception of course.  Threatening Sara served a purpose: it got Jax to finally give up the spear's location.  Murdering her did not.  It was however a very pointed denial of what Jax was trying to tell him throughout the whole scene.  He should have cared, and at that point he seemed aware that he should have cared, but he didn't.  And he proved it.  (At least it was quick?)

Camelot had more gratuitous death, but it also had a number of indications that Rip would have gone with another route if one were available.  He initially tries to deceive Charles, rather than kill him.  And when speaking to Darhk, he seems more inclined to want to use his mind-controlled soldiers to lay siege on Camelot, rather than engage in a pitched battle.

Now, like with Sara and Washington, Rip doesn't seem to particularly care when he DOES end up killing people.  He's not upset to kill Charles, while Galahad's death doesn't even elicit a blink of an eye.  He also seems very comfortable with mind controlling the knights (something that, like murder, is completely against good Rip's moral code.)  That's why he's evil Rip.

But we don't see anything like Malcolm and Darhk's casual murder of the bikers or police officer in Raiders from evil Rip.  While he mentally controls the Knights, he doesn't make a point of taunting them or making them engage in undignified behavior for his own amusement.  He basically just has them stand there, empty and motionless until it's time to deploy them.

There IS a change in evil Rip's morality from good Rip's.  But it's more of a removal of restraint than it is a complete reversal.  Good Rip is goal oriented just as evil Rip is, but where he can sometimes lose perspective in the heat of the moment or when lost in his own pain, there are still lines that he cannot and will not cross.  Evil Rip just doesn't care about those lines anymore.  (He also, even more than good Rip, seems fairly uninterested in whether or not he lives or dies in pursuit of his mission.)

Which brings us back to Land of the Lost.  While we initially see Rip's mind as dominated by enemy soldiers and other scary things from his considerably awful store of experiences, those ultimately have very little narrative significance.  The crux of the episode resolves around the evil versions of his friends.  THEY are the ones that trapped Rip's conscious self in the brig.  THEY are the ones who taunt and hurt him.  And they are the ones who he ultimately has to defeat in order to be freed.

Rip's freedom comes at the hands of his real friends: Sara and Jax (and Mick and Martin up top), but he doesn't truly become free until Gideon (whose friendship is the only thing that kept the fragment of real Rip going long enough to be rescued) is able to clarify for him that Sara and Jax are real.  Only THEN is he able to actually fight the evil versions of the Legends.

Ultimately, the key difference between evil Rip and good Rip is the love and trust he has for his friends.  They're the ones that inspire him to be better and call him out when he comes close to the edge.  They're the ones who support him in his goal, while at the same time, remind him that there are good deeds to be done and people that can be helped along the way.  They help keep him human, even in the midst of all of his losses.  They remind him why he has those lines he will not cross.

And it makes me think about something else:

When Rip almost drifted into the sun, it's Gideon who reminded him of his will to live.  But I think the team played a part in that too, certainly, not more than a few minutes later, he was talking about recruiting them to be the new Time Masters.  And let's be honest, the team are great people, but there had been nothing in season one to indicate that they remotely had any qualities that would make them good Time Masters.  (Something that I think played out well.  They're heroes, no question, but they're a bunch of drunk, violent bulls in the Temporal China Shop.)  He can't control them, they do not listen to him, and at that point in time, they pretty much ALL had a go in either accidentally or on purpose fucking up their own timeline.  But he wanted them with him.

Folks used to talk about how selfish Rip was in season one, and in general, I don't think that's the case.  He wanted to save his family, sure, but also the world, from a very clear and horrible threat.  The invitation in Legendary, though, THAT was selfish.  That was Rip's desire to share everything he had with the people he loved.

And then there's the Doomworld situation, because if you look at it from a point of view, Rip had no real reason to help the others cross their timeline.  Sure, Doomworld was pretty bad.  But by the end of the episode, the spear was destroyed.  Eobard is very powerful, but not immortal.  The Legion is not unbeatable.  Eventually, Eobard will die, the Legion will be defeated.  It might take a lot of time, but in the end, it might well resolve itself.  From a Time Master perspective, it might just be a matter of "Let's avoid this time period from now on, and just focus on the past and the future."

But of course Rip was going to help.  His friends were suffering.  Their home had been turned into this hellhole.  Sara and Jax had been made into monsters and Amaya was dead.  There's no way he would have been able to tell them no.  So he helps break time.  For them.

And that makes the season 3 synopsis very interesting.  Does Rip realize how selfish he had been in handing the keys to time over to people he loved but were vastly unsuited to the responsibility?  Does he realize how much he's been emotionally compromised: that he would destroy time itself for the people he loved (Again)?  Is the Time Bureau his attempt to atone for his own sins?

Or is something else going on?

I have no idea, but it is awfully fun to speculate.

[pacifymebby]

A headcanon of what the boys would be like if they were in Peaky Blinders 🥃🔪🚬

Van

🔪 bloody dangerous, unpredictable, wants to be the leader but isn't there yet...

🔪 Michael Gray as opposed to Tommy

🔪 Stubborn, hot headed, dramatic, don't insult him you won't live to apologise

🔪 a flirt, definitely uses his status to pull, definitely a ladies man, probably gets himself into trouble flirting with other peoples women

🔪 Needs to calm down

🔪 will throw the first thing he sees to start a fight.

🔪 known for smashing bottles to use as weapons

Bondy

🔪 Alfie Solomans kind of laidback but scary as fuck

🔪 daft, sarcastic but lowkey calculated and incredibly smart, quietly has control

🔪 protective of his family but also of anyone he deems to deserve protection. Parent energy

🔪 surprisingly loyal to his partner, but insanely possessive, does not like when other men eye her up or talk to her.

🔪 a perfect shot.

🔪 knives everywhere

🔪 just, too attractive for his own good, girls can't resist him because he's dangerous but also attentive and has that daddy energy

Benji

🔪 quiet and calm as fuck but will go feral if he needs to

🔪 seriously do not give him a reason to fight you

🔪 isn't the leader and doesn't want to be the leader, will not go near that job.

🔪 Is doting on his girl despite the teasing and ribbing he gets off the others. Literally doesn't care if people see him as less of a man for loving his girl, if they call that into question he can make them understand his strength pretty quickly

🔪 in it for the money for sure, likes to buy fancy things

Bob

🔪 I'm picturing a Bonnie Gold kind of character

🔪 BABY but also tough as fuck

🔪 unbeatable in a fist fight

🔪 too quick and clever for his enemies

🔪 also he's so small and pretty that no one is expecting him to be able to take them out with a single punch

🔪 Can sense when shits about to kick off, he's got a sixth sense for that danger

Sam

🔪 He's like a younger Bondy, he has that seriousness about him despite his ability to laugh and play the joker when it suits.

🔪 Worries about the people he loves too much

🔪 Protective, weird fucked up but wholesome and pure moral code, hates seeing bad things happen to good people.

🔪 Will use his power/ command/ money to help people who need it. Generous. Looks after the community.

🔪 Genuinely terrifying when he's angry or threatened, if you touch someone he loves he will tear you to shreds in a heartbeat

🔪 Probably brooding over a lass he's head over heels for but won't go near because he has a complex about how dark his world is and how she's too good and too pure to be dragged into his shit.

🔪 Doesn't stop him being overly protective of her, making sure she gets home safe at night, fucking up any man who wrongs her....

also I made this fucking ugly chart over the top of someone else's chart

[sacraliel]

Mono Red EDH Update (At Long Last)

i was finally able to go to my LGS yesterday for Sunday EDH, and had a blast with Jaya! I played a 3 player game, followed by four 4 player games. 

The first game was against a Derevi aggro deck and a Gisa zombie tribal deck. Derevi led off pretty scarily with an early Gaea’s Cradle and Captain Sisay, grabbing more scary things left and right. By comparison, I was stuck at 4 mana with nothing to play that could affect the board. I managed to get a Mindclaw Shaman into an Eladamri’s Call to get a Burnished Hart, but by then the Derevi player had gone unchecked for too long, and Gisa died, with me soon after. 

The next game was against two new people and the Derevi player, but he had switched to Olivia 1.0. The game was me (Jaya) vs Atraxa +1/+1s vs Mayeal vs Olivia 1.0 Voltron/Stealy. Me and the Mayeal player had an unlucky manaless streak for a little while, so the Atraxa player dumped threats only to be stolen by Olivia, and the match deformed into a 1v1 until I finally drew a third land for Mana Flare and jumpstarted my deck, along with Mayeal. At this point, Olivia was at 13 power and was unkillable by anyone with their current resources, and so I played Mob Rule into Insult//Injury to threaten to kill two players, but Olivia sacrificed herself to Claws of Gix and, but i was still able to cast Recoup targeting Insult, then recasting it to kill Olivia, but after that, Atraxa had gained too much life and had too many threats for me to do anything, even with a Heartless Hidetsugu. I had tried to get a Loxodon Warhammer on him, but it was destroyed before I could recover, and then died, with Mayeal dying soon after.

The third game was against me, Thada Adel, Cromat Pillowfort, and Mizzix. Game started with ramp as normal, and Thada stole Cromat’s Sol Ring. I get an Ogre Battledriver and a Dragon Mage out, and soon after I equiped Assault Suit to the Mage. Thats when the party starts, because everyone loves wheeling their hands away. The other players are still setting up while this happens, but with their newfound card draw, start adding up. Thada steal’s Cromat’s Mindslaver, then activates it to steal Cromat’s turn, and while nothing very threatening happens during that time, Mizzix is when the real fun begins. He gains control of the Dragon Mage, then casts Rite of Replication kicked targeting it, then returns it to his hand, casts it, returns, casts, then flashes it back with Recoup for a total 20 Dragon Mages with the ability to deck each player twice in one attack, but they do not have haste. My turn comes around, and we all are desperately searching for an answer, but then I realize I still have Fervor on the field, so I play Jaya and activate her third ability to kill all the Mages, then I attack Mizzix with my own Dragon Mage, draw into Heartless Hidetsugu and Insult//Injury in the same hand, and with the help of Thran Dynamo and Sol Ring from earlier in the game, I played Heartless Hidetsugu, and was about to play Insult when I realized each player, including me, had an even life total. I thought about just tying the game, but then I saw the Aftershock in my graveyard. I Aftershocked a random target, took the three damage, and killed everyone with Hidetsugu.

The fourth game was me, Shattergang Brothers, Karlov, and Atraxa Superfriends. I set up some equipment early game, but was overshadowed by Karlov getting to a perfect 21 commander damage, but had no evasion. We kept chump blocking, but then I played and flashed back Mana Geyser for 50 total mana, which I then used to cast my graveyard with Past in Flames. I wheeled our hands a few times, then used Molten Psych to deal some damage. I still had plenty of mana, and so I cast three dragons (Scourge of the Throne, Dragon Mage, and Hellkite Tyrant) and Combustible Gearhulk, then passed, assuming that my board state was unbeatable except against a boardwipe. The Atraxa player proved me wrong, by casting Doubling Season into both Tamiyos, and ulted planeswalkers left and right. He didn’t win that turn, which turned out to be a mistake because Shattergang Brothers comboed off the very next turn.

The fifth and final game was me against Memnarch, Atraxa Superfriends, and Shattergang Brothers. Memnarch opened with many artifact ramp pieces, and had 16 mana by turn 4. Atraxa led off with Jace Beleran and The Chain Veil, and I set up my mana and equipment (featuring Assault Suit). Shattergang didn’t do much, because his brother (Memnarch) stole some threats and beat him up. Atraxa surprised us all by getting OG Tamiyo’s ult off using doubling season again, but I was ready for him with Fervor, Godo, and Artisan of Kozilek with Assault Suit. I killed him pretty quick after that, and then had the Bros and Memnarch fight over my free annihilator 2 triggers. After realizing that if one attacked the other, it would be a free for all which no-one was ready for, Shattergang Brothers sacked the Artisan to their ability to kill Memnarch, and without the threat of stealing, I put on the pressure with my remaining creatures. Unfortunately, I had to leave for marching band before I could finish, but it was anyones game by the time I left.

I really enjoyed playing this deck, and I am 100% sure that I proved that Mono-Red EDH is good in commander, and if you disagree then you can read this and hopefully see the error in your ways. 

@goblintinkering @foilmountain