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waffliesinyoface · 1 year ago

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Re: that ask game post i just reblogged

under a readmore because it's gonna be long. it's about Hasami, obviously.

1: she does have a big one, but she can only sleep with it at home, because, you know. you can't really bring a big stuffed wolf plushie on a mission. (Yes, it's a wolf. She didn't buy it herself, it was a present when she was younger, because giving wolf-related items as presents to an inuzuka is just like. The thing to do. Obviously the wolf-clan girl likes dogs.)

2: plant: no. pet: yes, but only because most childhood chores were some variation of "go take care of puppies". child: absolutely not. please do not attempt to make her hold a baby.

3: this isn't a problem until she's been working as a ninja for several years but one day she realizes that the majority of her friends are incredibly strong, lethal women who are occasionally covered in sweat and blood, and now she has to be. normal. about this.

4: does red facepaint/magical seal tattoos count? if so, yes. if not... maybe? I'm not sure.

5: she's not exactly prone to giving speeches but also. she's based on me and I have exactly zero issues with public speaking, so. She could do it? It's just not exactly the kind of thing that comes up.

6: I'm not sure about who she'd take advice from, because like. It depends on the subject. But if her first impression of you is that you're annoying, she will probably never listen to anything you say, ever. If someone else comes along and agrees with them, she might listen. To them. But she won't be happy about it.

7: im not doing this one because i am incapable of being concise :)

8: Frustrate. She is. She can be smart. But also. She is mostly built for stabbing things. She tried to ask Tenten about fuinjutsu one (1) time to save money on exploding seals and the barest simplest most stripped down fuinjutsu felt like trying to do trigonometry without a calculator. Please do not give this girl a puzzle that cannot be solved with some form of violence.

9: Yes, because I do too. But it's not such a big deal to her because there's more important things, like not dying.

10: She's just fine at the age she is now.

11: Save most of it, but like. Maybe a couple impulse purchases. (Does konoha even HAVE a lottery? Also how would she win, she wouldn't buy a ticket.)

12: Give her a few years.

13: She gets taught lots of life skills, because Ninja Mom. But maybe the most important thing she learned is the fact that sometimes very scary things will just happen and it will be awful and people will lie to you and everyone will just treat it as completely normal!! Thanks!!

14: She would, but also, I haven't thought of any she has. Hrm.

15: Hates cleaning things because they're just going to get dirty again ANYWAYS.

16: I'm going to assume this is for like. Fancy occasion type stuff. Because ninja wear the cost is less important than "will this be a hindrance in a fight y/n". So for NON-mission related clothes. She would like to wear an extremely fancy layered kimono at some point.

17: She IS a children, but even so: not really!! Kids konohamaru's age and younger are mentally classified as "annoying brats"

18: Give her a few years.

19: Studying is hard but if you get good points on the practical that makes up for it!! Also what is a "job interview" she signed up to be a child soldier at age six, and as such never has to worry about them. Because she is already a tool of the state.

20: At some point on a C-rank her team is going to eat at a restaurant that sells food which is like. The naruto-equivalent of western food. Hasami is the ONLY person who likes it, and is SO ANNOYED that she can't get any in konoha. I would say something cheese-based, but I'm not sure if that's common in the elemental nations or not. I know they have cows. But I don't know if cheese is popular.

21: please stop asking about dating questions she is twelve and an idiot

22: no, they're LAME

23: Stability. Novelty is nice but she gets a lot of that in just normal missions. "Stability" is good, when your chosen profession is violence. Unfortunately she lives in konoha, and *looks at orochimaru. and pein. and obito.* uh oh!!!

24: Honesty. Yes she knows there's lots of lies involved in ninja society, but that does not mean she has to Like It.

25: She would probably prefer safety for some stuff, but also: sometimes it is literally not on the table. Unfortunately you do have to take risks as a ninja. A lot. All the time.

26: They are not mutually exclusive even talented people have to put in effort and even people who have to work hard are better at some things than others.

27: Vengeance : )

28: please stop asking about dating questions she is twelve and an idiot

29: She very occasionally dreams about non-narutoland stuff and it is frustrating because that's not her life anymore. Especially annoying when she dreams about traffic because not only should she not have to deal with that anymore, but: she can't even complain about it to other people.

30: The only people who she would care enough to want forgiveness from she wouldn't want to do anything bad to them. She would feel guilty!!! But also, like, she could kill an enemy ninja and Not Really Care because, uh. That's life!! She reincarnated just fine so really if death is the end for you thats a skill issue. Also edo tensei exists so there is SOME form of ninja heaven, clearly.

#inuzuka sioc fanfic #naruto

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avocado-frog · 2 years ago

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Forget me not. 16

Word count: 2,500 Title: 1/16/2019 Warnings: Other than Leo really wanting to do violence and Elliot thinking he is the most hated child ever Summary: School Rating: T

"Call if you want to come home early," Logan looked more nervous than Elliot was. Elliot fidgeted with the corner of his space-themed phone case, Jaxon had convinced Logan to buy them phones for emergencies. "I don't have work today, so I'll be home. If you get overwhelmed, just ask to go home, okay?"

Elliot nodded, repeating Logan's speech in his head, as Logan smiled, told them to have a good day, and shut the door, sealing Elliot's fate. Call to go home, don't show anyone the tattoos, because most people knew what they meant and wouldn't be pleasant about it, keep gloves on, wait for Dylan after school.

Elliot followed Dylan down the sidewalk, watching his shoelaces drag in the ice. He was careful not to slip, and definitely didn't laugh when Sam inevitably did. Dylan promised it was a short walk, but anywhere longer than two minutes felt like an eternity to Elliot and his small, dying lungs.

It was, in all honesty, not that far away. Elliot was a little surprised he'd never seen it before today, he'd been going outside, but it was different than the way he would normally go; where the area was less of a city and more of a small town, or so Leo had described. It was the opposite direction of the park.

The older kids left an entire hour earlier, which Elliot thought was stupid, because he still had to get up at seven. Even Leo had left. Leo. At a school.

The brick building Dylan led them to was a lot smaller than the high school Leo showed them the day before. He almost worried that the older kids would get lost there.

"I go somewhere else," Dylan signed, and gestured vaguely with their hand. "You're allowed to come down if you need me. Teacher is nice."

Dylan left after that, and told them to wait by the playground equipment (a small, yellow slide, and a swing set) until their teacher got there. Logan had tried pretty hard to keep them in the same class. He was officially mostly by himself, except his brothers, but they didn't count, because Elliot didn't like them.

(He was starting to get along with Ryan, and he was on neutral grounds with Sam)

He had started to notice that Ryan always stood on the side where he couldn't see, and Sam remained in front of him most of the time. The other two were where they were supposed to be, providing a small comfort.

They had gotten there relatively early, so there weren't many kids yet, aside from a few kids that weren't much smaller than he was. They were staring at him, watching, his heart raced, he glared back, a girl in a hot pink jacket cried. His hand gripped the phone in his pocket. Everything was going to go wrong, he could feel it.

He flinched when Sam tugged on his hand, pointing at a yellow bus that parked in front of the gates. Elliot watched warily, he had no idea how this was supposed to work. If the others started going towards the bus, he would follow. Or, he would call Leo, because he wasn't getting in anyone's bus by himself.

To his surprise, people started getting off the bus, as opposed to getting on. He guessed they must have had to get a ride. How odd.

Three identical buses parked behind it, fifty kids emerging from each. The kids clamored and screamed as they ran towards the entrance to the school. Elliot stiffened, gripping his phone even tighter, eye squeezed shut as the sounds got louder. He let Ryan hang on to his sleeve, as people crashed into him, nearly knocked him into the ice, and he hoped one of them would slip and get hurt.

He opened his eye a sliver, and saw kids hugging each other, saying that they missed each other, (Elliot was a bit concerned. Where did they live? Didn't they see each other every day like he did with his friends?) screaming at each other about what they did over their break as if they weren't right next to each other. Ryan was covering one ear with his hand, cringing, but Sam seemed to love it, bouncing where he stood, and practically becoming a person-magnet.

"I'm going to go talk to someone," Sam announced to the other two, earning a thumbs up from Elliot, and a nod from Ryan. "You two will be okay by yourselves, right?"

They nodded again, and Sam grinned, hugged Ryan, gave Elliot a pat on the shoulder, and ran off. Elliot shuffled closer to Ryan, both anxious with the crowd. He pulled out his phone as a distraction, turned it on and off again, watching the lock screen flicker as he did. He had a few messages. He would rather talk to his friends than be here.

He clicked his phone off, glancing up as Ryan tugged on his hand again, and the bell rung, and Elliot nearly screeched, slamming his hands over his ears, seeing Ryan do the same. Ryan led him to a line behind a traffic cone with a piece of laminated paper stapled to it, with his teacher's name printed on it.

"That's her, isn't it?" Ryan whispered, pointing at the sign. "We met her the other day, remember?"

He did. She tried to shake his hand. He frowned.

Their teacher's name was Ms. Scott, and she seemed nice enough. She wouldn't make them introduce themselves if they didn't want, though she would be saying that they had, what she called, surprise new students. Logan had tried to find a teacher that would be accepting of their past situations, instead of calling the police and having them sent back to where they came from.

She appeared behind the traffic cone with her name on it, holding a clipboard and wearing a bright, unnerving smile on her face. It was a bit off-putting. She wore a t-shirt with colorful birds on it, a red jacket, and a black skirt.

She led the class of about twenty (Elliot counted while she was doing attendance) into the hallway, and he took a moment to take in the surroundings. The floors were tiled (he decidedly didn't like that at all) but weren't black-and-white, so he was okay with it. Instead, they were beige, with squares of red, blue, and green thrown in. (Avoid the red squares; they're lava. Blue squares are water. Green is grass. Beige is sand. Green and beige are safe. Don't step on red or blue)

The classroom itself, Elliot recognized from meeting the teacher the week before with the twins and Logan, a large room with beige walls and black carpeting, an art easel in the middle by the whiteboard, and a couch across from it. There was a row of ...cubbies... as the teacher called them. Leo said that they were smaller versions of high-school lockers. They were small, had a plastic tub on the inside with their names on it, and coat racks below. They would have to share with someone.

Other than that, there were about five circular desks with name tags taped to each seat, able to fit four people each. The triplets had picked their seats the week before, and had been lucky enough to find a table together, though the teacher said that they switched seats every two weeks, so to get to know their classmates before then. Elliot had no intentions of doing such.

He shuffled awkwardly to the cubby with his name and a girl he didn't know, apparently named Annie, according to the name tag. They stared at each other for a moment, an expression of horror etched on her face. She slid her backpack into one side of the cubby, and quickly walked away. He watched her go, wondering why she was scared of him. It didn't matter. He shrugged, admired his own backpack (black, with an acrylic keychain of Saturn on one of the zippers) and slid it inside.

Elliot's seat was the green one in between Ryan (blue chair) and Sam (red chair), but across from a boy named Charlie (yellow chair), who had red hair and brown eyes, wearing a yellow sweater.

Sam sat down rather loudly, gaining the boy's attention, as Elliot had assumed was Sam's goal, otherwise he would have sat down like a normal person. He rocked in his chair, Jaxon told him to try to talk to someone today, so he watched, waited for Charlie to say something interesting. Sam had already, enthusiastically, introduced himself to the boy, and the two had been talking about whatever it was Sam was interested in. He knew Sam liked basketball ever since Lily had been watching it that one day. Elliot didn't know anything about it. Maybe the one person he talked to would be Ryan. Or maybe Dylan. He strongly doubted his brother would make any attempts to talk to the other kids, and no one liked Elliot.

A bell rung again. He tensed up, breath hitching in panic, until the sound went away, and he was able to relax, face burning with embarrassment as Charlie stared at him. He slammed his head on his desk. It would be over soon.

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There was a part of the day that Elliot didn't really mind.

He would periodically check his phone from his pocket when the teacher wasn't looking, because Leo was the only one out of the older kids who didn't want to be there as much as he didn't, and would respond to text messages. Talking to Leo was a part he liked, as the rest of the kids from his class kept ignoring him.

After the math part of the day, which he wasn't that bad at, but he didn't have to like it, either, there was a part where they were given some paint. That was the part he didn't mind, as the teacher said that they could do whatever they wanted, as long as they didn't get it on the desk.

He wasn't exactly sure what he wanted to paint, but he liked the feeling of the brush against the paper. He dipped the brush in bright red paint, brushing it back and forth on the paper until the paint ran out, and he repeated the process.

After painting his first sheet of paint with streaks of red and nothing else, he set it on the rack by the whiteboard to collect later, and got another piece of paper. This time, he had an idea of what he wanted to make.

From Dylan, he knew the basic rule was that he should draw it out before he even thought about painting, so he did.

Elliot blinked, and his wrist hurt. He stared at his hands for a minute, catching sight of a drawing he was definitely not capable of doing himself.

It looked like the inside of a tent, already having been painted in black and white stripes. The floor looked to be sand, though the paint had been shaded over to make it look a bit darker. There was a table in the middle, though he couldn't tell what was on it. Bars separated the main area from the seats, holding a few shadowy figures.

Elliot could barely draw anything other than glorified stick figures. This was detailed, and something he didn't think he was capable of doing.

With luckily nothing else happening, he set the second painting on the rack, and watched Ryan, while Sam cheerfully talked to the other kid- Charlie. He was making friends with everyone in the class, just like he said he would.

Ryan was painting a white flower on a gray background. The green stem contrasted heavily against the black grass and gray sky, bright against the dullness of the rest of the scene. The flower itself was a white flower that represented a bell, drooping off the stem.

"What's that?" Elliot asked, startling his brother. Ryan flinched, gripping the paintbrush tightly, giving Elliot a dead stare when he calmed down.

"Kind of flower." Ryan shrugged. "Cass showed me one the other day. They're poisonous." He gave Elliot a look that he was supposed to interpret as concern. "You looked really focused when you were painting your thing. You wouldn't respond to me or Sam. Are you okay?"

He couldn't remember either of them trying to talk to him. He nodded anyways. "Weird moment. I guess I sort of just unlocked art skills, though."

Ryan set his brush down, watching Sam talk to the other kid. Elliot did, too. They were talking about a game, now. Elliot heard Ryan sigh a bit.

"He's... really good at this," Ryan said after a minute, and Elliot nodded. "I don't understand why I'm not."

"It's okay." Elliot shrugged apathetically. "No one here likes me, either."

Ryan's eyebrows crossed in confusion. "People keep trying to talk to you. You've just sort of been staring at them until they go away."

Had be been? "Whoops. That's fine. I don't want to talk to them, anyway."

Ryan hummed flatly. "Lunch is next. Do you think Sam will stay with us, or with his friends?"

Elliot shrugged again. "It doesn't matter. He can do whatever he wants."

"I guess. We could go find Dylan?"

"Dylan says they have a different lunch than we do." Oh no. Elliot could cry. He nearly did when Dylan told him. It was weird to go from seeing each other all day to hardly at all, Elliot wasn't a fan.

The bell rang again, causing both boys to flinch back, glancing at each other with a nervous look. The other kids knew what to do, running towards the door, forming a line. Ryan offered his hand out to Elliot, who took it, letting his brother take him to the end of the line with Sam.

Sam grinned at them, though it faltered when he saw Elliot. "Are you alright? You sort of zoned out for like, ten minutes."

Elliot nodded, scuffing his shoe on the carpet. "I'm fine."

"If you say so." Sam shrugged loosely. "Remember to call Logan if it gets too bad."

"I'm fine, Sam."

The line moved out the door once the teacher did attendance again, and Elliot remembered to avoid the red and blue tiles, much to Ryan's confusion, until he explained that it was only a game.

Needless to say, the cafeteria was awful.

They didn't have to move through the lunch line, as Logan had made them lunches beforehand. He and Ryan picked an empty spot at a table near the doors, both at the edge. Sam promised to meet them there in a few minutes, because he wanted to finish talking to one of his friends beforehand.

The conversations of everyone in the cafeteria came together to create a symphony of sounds much resembling a violin being played with a knife instead of a bow. Elliot placed one hand over an ear, pretending to be unaffected, though Ryan could barely even look up from the table because of how bad it was.

True to his word, Sam came soon, with three of his other friends, and sat by Ryan, leaving Elliot to sit next to a kid he didn't know; a girl with blonde pigtails and a red turtleneck sweater with black spots. Her name was Madison.

They didn't talk after that. Elliot made no attempt to keep the conversation going, and neither did Madison. He was fine just listening to Sam talk about something that had happened the week before. Ryan was right; he was good at this. Elliot wasn't.

The lunch he had came in a black lunchbox with stars on it, he'd gotten it from Leo, who was definitely becoming his favorite today. It was nothing extreme, a sandwich, a bag of chips, and a cookie. Though, if he had seen this much food at one time eight months ago, he probably would have cried.

"Why do you have gloves on?" Madison asked out of nowhere, startling Elliot, who cleared his throat.

"...My hands are cold."

"Really?" She actually looked surprised. "I always thought they kept it too warm in here."

It was true. The gloves made his hands uncomfortable, it really was too hot in there. He scratched at them absently.

"It's a bit warm," Elliot agreed. "I just don't want to take them off. Scared I'll lose them."

It would be quite bad when the weather warmed up, like Leo promised it would.

"Oh, that makes sense." Her eyes zeroed in on the cookie he had in his lunch box. His eyes narrowed, convinced she would steal it. "Is it homemade?"

Elliot nodded. "Logan."

"Who?"

Elliot faltered at the realization that not everyone knew his friends. Strange, that not everyone just had a Logan at home. If they didn't, then who was in charge? "My friend. He makes good cookies."

Without much thought, he broke the cookie in half, and handed it to Madison, as an offering. "Try it. It's really good, promise."

Madison hesitated, but took the cookie, biting into it. Her face lit up. "Hey, you're right, it is good."

"Of course it is." Did she think he was wrong? Why would he lie?

"Oh, here-" she reached into her pocket, pulling out a handful of Skittles, and placed them in front of him. "A trade."

Elliot stared skeptically at the mysterious pocket candy, but stuffed them in his mouth anyway, taking any opportunity he could get to eat candy, even if it came out of the pocket of some girl's sweater.

Elliot hummed, after the girl asked if they were friends now (it could not have been that easy) and he shrugged in response, glancing up at Ryan. "Okay. Ryan too, though." Whatever possessed him to say that, he wasn't sure.

Madison agreed easily enough, and Ryan smiled at him from across the table. Madison reached over, introducing herself with a handshake and a small grin.

---

Leo was doing alright, all things considered.

For someone who spent from grades six to ten, four years, skipping school, scamming children, getting into fights, and all around being... not an amazing student, Leo wasn't doing bad at all.

The girls all left the earliest, at around eight o'clock, all in high school. Out of the oldest kids, Jaxon was the only middle-schooler, but he didn't have to leave until eight-thirty, and the youngest four, Leo assumed, were all out of the house by nine.

Four out of six classes had either Cass or Lily in them, which proved convenient, because Leo had no idea where she was going.

The twins grew up in a school where kindergarteners were in the same building as high-school seniors, though they shared different areas of the school, the littlest kids had most of the bottom floor, the oldest ones got the third, and so on. Leo could navigate that place like the back of her hand, easily.

Here, she had to hunt down Lily, within a group of six or seven other kids, to ask directions. Lily showed her where to go, introduced her to her friends, and it still managed to feel like a personal attack, that the school was so big and the halls were narrow, and either Leo was too tall, or the ceiling was too short. It wasn't well-lit, too crowded, and the next kid who bumped into her was going to receive a locker to the face.

Leo thought she might be addicted, by the way, because she hadn't gotten that thrill of breaking some law in about three-and-a-half months. Jaxon stopped her from tripping a four-year-old at the park, and Logan grabbed her hand before she could take money from the tip jar, and Lily told her that it was "morally-questionable behavior" to threaten to kick a dog into the nearest ceiling fan when it barked too loudly in the morning.

But in the end, she got to history class without a trip to the office, and took her seat beside Cass, waving back at Lily with a slight smile.

"Hi, Leo!" Cass was drawing in her notebook, a little doodle of a sunflower, the stem spiraled all the way to the bottom of the page.

"Hey, Cass." Her leg bounced under her seat. "I'm experiencing symptoms. How's your day been?"

"Gonna be okay?" Cass gave a slight laugh, noticing just how bad Leo was currently doing. She nodded regardless. "I've been alright, got lost on the way here, though. Had to ask Lily- I'll bet we're going to hear all sorts of words about us making her drag us around everywhere, 'specially to the same class twice."

"I'm already annoyed."

Cass merely smiled at her, like she knew something Leo didn't. "What?"

"Nothing..."

"Cassidy, I swear, I'll break all of your little nerd bones, right here."

Cass only laughed again. Leo was going to do it, she was going to become the only sister. "Cass! What are you laughing about?"

"Nothing, I promise!" She snickered again. "Ask Jaxon, he'll understand."

"Well, that's a set of words that don't usually go together." Leo leaned back in her chair, sighing. "If Jax understands, it's probably something I'd drown him for, so don't tell me." She wasn't in the mood to drown her best friend, not today, at least.

Lunch came all too quick, Leo had the most awkward time of her life, sitting with Lily's friends. There were five things that kept her from getting up and walking away and going home right then; there were two interventionists just waiting by the doors for someone to skip (it wasn't open campus), Cass knew what she wanted to do and had her hand in a loose grip, Logan made an absolute banger of a sandwich and she loved him so much right now for it, she was... honestly really excited to get to her next class (auto-mechanics, she needed an elective. Cars were cool.) and she wasn't having the worst time with Lily's group right now.

Elliot stopped texting her like he had been for most of that day, at around lunch for her, but he would have only been there for two hours. She knew she would get a call if anything happened to him, but she couldn't help but worry. Two weeks ago, he put a plate in the washing machine.

She ended up texting Ryan- Dylan for extra reassurance- to make sure the kids were all doing okay. Ryan said he didn't like it there, but that Sam made lots of friends already, and that Elliot glared down a kid for ten minutes for asking his name. Leo found that fair.

"Please, God, don't let Elliot bite someone. That's all I ask."

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Elliot tapped his foot anxiously, waiting by Dylan's classroom after the bell had rang. It'd been three minutes, and he was starting to worry. Maybe they'd finally decided to get rid of him, and Dylan told them the wrong classroom on purpose, because they couldn't get home by themselves. His heart raced, anxiety spiked, breath quickened, his hands clenched at his sides. They wouldn't do that, they wouldn't do that. They were friends, weren't they?

The door opened, and Elliot exhaled quietly. Dylan was the first person- other than the teacher- to leave the classroom, eyes flicking around until they saw Elliot, and his brothers by extension, waiting for them. Dylan smiled.

"How was it?" Dylan signed, and waved at their teacher when she walked past.

Elliot shrugged in response, while Sam answered in rapid sign language, Elliot wasn't even sure what he was saying, or if he was getting the signs right, because even Dylan looked confused, but nodded along anyways like they understood every word.

"Good?" Dylan signed, and added a little shrug at the end. They pointed to Ryan.

"Loud."

At that, Dylan made a show of taking their hearing aids out and calling all three of them losers for not being able to. Elliot snickered.

The walk home was relatively quiet, despite Sam's constant talking, like he had left Ryan and Elliot at any point during the day, like they hadn't been with him the whole time.

Dylan knocked on the door, and unlocked it, something that didn't make sense to Elliot. Why not just knock and wait for Logan? Or just unlock the door?

He was too exhausted to really question it, simply shuffling his backpack off, sliding his shoes into the shoe rack, and walking to the couch, where he collapsed in front of it, smacking his head on the coffee table.

"Fair enough." He could almost hear Leo's shrug from behind him. She left for school an hour earlier, but came home an hour earlier, too. "Not a good day?"

Elliot grumbled before answering. "Kind of bad, then kind of good, and then kind of bad again."

Leo hummed. "Yeah, I get that. I've never gone to school for any reason other than to steal from my classmates, but I don't have to worry about money anymore, so now I'm just kind of bored."

"Bored, yeah. The bells are loud. And a lot of people."

Another hum, and a pat on the head. "Well, Ryan went to his room to take a nap, Sam went to go outside with Jaxon. Want my weighted blanket before your brothers steal it?"

That sounded nice. He nodded. "Yes, please."

"Sure thing, kid. I'll be right back."

The sound of footsteps faded out, and Elliot grumbled again, headache pounding in his skull. He had to talk to Leo about the thing that happened during painting.

She came back sooner than he thought she would, though she was noticeably out of breath, as she draped the gray blanket over his shoulders, pushing him down towards the floor. He hummed. It was nice. Grounding.

"So, wanna tell me about today?" Leo asked, and sat down next to him. "You stopped texting me for three hours, was that good, or bad?"

He shrugged. He was getting sick of talking. It felt like he poured syrup down his throat. "I didn't like the beginning with all the people. Some little kid cried when they saw me. The person I share the cubby thing with was scared of me, too. Sam made friends with the other kid at our table, but I don't like him. We did some writing, and some science stuff, and math. It was boring. I don't remember a lot of it. Ryan and Sam said I zoned out for ten minutes. Stopped responding and stuff. I painted something that looked more like Dylan's art skills than mine."

"That's weird," Leo commented. "Did something trigger it, or did it just happen?"

"I don't think anything did it. I don't know, I was just drawing." Elliot shrugged again. "Anyways, I met a girl named Madison at lunch. She gave me some candy from her pocket. Me, her, and Ryan hid under the slide and talked about cartoons until recess was over. I was hit in the head with a basketball during gym, thought I was literally going to die, by the way. Then we came home."

Leo patted him on the head. "Yeah, sounds like a typical school day. It'll either go great, or really shitty. For Sam, sounds like it was great, for Ryan, sounds like it was shit. For you, sounds like it was a bit of both. Don't worry about it, it'll get easier."

"No one liked me."

"That's not true," Leo responded quickly. "What about pocket candy kid?"

"She doesn't count, Leo." Elliot rolled his eyes, smacking his head against the table again. "I gave her part of my cookie, it was only fair I got pocket Skittles. Everyone else hates me."

"That is overgeneralization. They just need some time to warm up," Leo reassured. "Besides, it doesn't matter if they don't like you. You have plenty of people who like you here."

Right. He did.

#writing #isaac says things related to his writing again #original work #writeblr #wip: forget me not #16/30

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pitohuimaki · 7 months ago

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in all honesty, i started this account as a silly little sideblog wayyy back in 2020, where i made one shitpost in january and then didn't use this blog again until april.

back then, this was a yujikiri-centred blog, and i would post literally anything that i thought people wanted to see from me. i was coming from another sao blog that had just over 10k followers (rest in scavenge toad meat spaghetti, never forgetti </3) and i thought that if i didn't get at least a thousand by the end of the year, i'd failed.

i had to take a break in march of 2021 after falling out with someone in my personal life that i'd met through the sao fandom. i felt sick even trying to make sao stuff, and this blog became sporadically-updated for the following year.

the first progressive movie came out in december of 2021, and i cosplayed asuna! my mother and i made the cosplay together, and i wore it to the movie! that's also the night i met one of my best friends, who helped me fall in love with sao and remember how fucking nice the good parts of the fandom can be.

by the time i came back in full swing in february 2022, you guys became SUCH an incredible force of love, appreciation and creative input. we had some incredible times that year, and it made coming back to sao feel so much lighter and less daunting. i started writing again, i started cosplaying again, i fell for sao again. thanks to you guys <3

in october of 2022, i got my elucidator tattoo! I've wanted to get it since i was 16, and then suddenly it was real and on my body, and i get to keep a piece of sao with me forever (and i will eventually be getting pitohui this year, too). what else happened in October 2022? well, taylor swift released midnights... oh! and i got surgery that very same day! i couldn't breathe for like 2 weeks, anything touching my chest made me gag, and post-op depression hit me like a tonne of bricks, but hoo boy did we get some high quality posts from it.

we had a good run in 2022 and again briefly in 2023 where i was probably one of the most popular sao blogs on here, from which joyous times we birthed spicy micheal (thanks to @sapphieissleepy <3) and then welcomed his lady friend and their spice rack. we were having so many discussions so often, it's to this day the most fun i've ever felt in this fandom (or any fandom) and i'm forever grateful for having the honour of it happening on my blog <3

in 2023, i started cosplaying... of... a different... variety... on a website... that's not youtube... and it's orange... and you guys have made me feel more fuckin grounded and normal through that than anything else lol. you guys keep me extremely grounded and grateful, and when you (lovingly and jokingly) poke fun at me, my awkwardness, or my weird horny Work Followers, it reminds me how lucky i am to have this space and my work space, because i get to experience the fandom in such different ways.

i changed my url last year! it was absolutely not under the best circumstances (still lowkey salty about the fact i even felt the need to lol) but it feels like a new era for the blog. this is the only url a lot of you have known me as! hi! hope you've enjoyed my small walk down memory lane for a second!

at some point in 2024, i made the decision that if someone is going to thirst over quinella (while ignoring her actions, or dismissing and diminishing what she had done to eugeo), then i was going to JOKINGLY AND SARCASTICALLY thirst over sugou. this ended predictably, and now in 2025, i have made a moodboard for our married life together and lana del rey was in my top artists in my spotify wrapped. oh dear.

there were also a lot of shitty things that happened (*cough cough* end of 2023 *cough cough*) that i don't want to mention here, but you guys have been so so extremely loving and wonderful, and you've made me genuinely thrilled to be alive. getting to talk to you guys is the highlight of my day sometimes.

in the five years since i made this blog, i've entirely changed as a person. i've gone from being a shy, reclusive loner who wrote fanfiction as a way to cope with stress isolation, and who never planned to make it to my 20s... to someone who loves waking up in the morning most days, who gets excited to go to the gym, who has made so many wonderful friends and connections through sao, who loves my job more than anything, and who has regular readers of my fanfics - something i could only dream of years ago.

and, for the people who followed me for ggo or sao abridged: welcome! this is a small taste of what happens here! i hope we'll get to make a whole lot more chaos together!

WE MADE IT

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webwrecker · 7 years ago

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#not sponsored #i just really like their tattoos lmao #they also have freehand stuff but i haven't tried mine out yet #most of their tattoos are less than $16 which is nice #inkbox #tattoos

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gyllenhaalstories · 4 years ago

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CHAMPAGNE PROBLEMS — SUGAR DADDY!ZEMO

summary: a series of unfortunate (or fortunate, depending whose side you’re on) events brought you to mandripoor seven years ago. it was fun, dangerous and exciting for the most part. a lot has changed, but you are back in high town in the hope of purchasing a rare monet painting, and reuniting with an old flame.

warnings: tfatws spoilers, alcohol, established sugar daddy x sugar baby relationship, smut (daddy kink, dom/sub/switch dynamics, choking, hair pulling, blowjob, fingering, both degradation and praise kinks, spit kink, cum play, marking, unprotected sex). 18+ MINORS DON’T INTERACT.

word count: 2685

gif credit: pedropcl

notes: this (very long) fic is brought to you by zemo’s #1 hoe. for the sake of the fic, zemo’s daughter and wife have never existed. i get it zemo is the bad guy daniel is not your typical hottie but let me live my fantasy and reclaim my crown as the original zemo fan. listen to off to the races by lana del rey and let no man steal your thyme by the pentangle if you want to fibe with me! i hope you guys will enjoy it!!! <3

“If you keep staring at me like this, I’ll mistake you for the Mona Lisa.” You took the last sip from your glass, which was immediately filled by the man standing behind you. You had felt his familiar presence a long time ago, but you were too mesmerized by the rare painting trapped in a cage of glass to bother notifying him. “Your glance has followed me around the room. In other circumstances, I’d find it creepy. Now, it’s just very flattering.”

You heard him laugh through his nose. You saw his reflecting in the glass, lit up by flashing blue and pink lights and vibrating ever so slightly to the sound of the loud music.

“You’re like a Monet painting. From afar, you are clear as cristal and easy to read like an open book. From up close...” You marked a pause and stoodby straight. Your eyes never leaving the work of art you had been scrutinizing for the past hour. Water Lilies in Bloom, it was called, an incorrect translation that always brought a grin to your lips. “You are a mystery.” You swallowed thickly the bubbly liquid, recognizing the peculiar taste of champagne.

“It is arrogant but right to think of myself as the pure definition of mysterious.”

You chuckled, throwing your head back in disbelief. Some things never changed.

“After all these years... I managed to find my way back to you. Now that’s a mystery.”

You turned on your heels as you spoke. “Is it, though? Tell me, Daddy. Is it really that hard to believe you’d recognize your property even after all these years. I heard they put you in a pretty little cage. Didn’t have much else to think about than what you missed most?”

He took you in, just how ethereal you looked under the colourful neon lights. You had your arms pressed against your chest, the shiny material of your matching bracelet and necklace twinkled. He squinted slightly, his lips curled into a smirk while he looked down your body, the one thing that kept him sane after all these years in jail (that and the thought of destroying symbols like super soldiers and make the world a better place once and for all). “Nice dress.”

“My Sugar Daddy got it for me.” You did a twirl, showing off your outfit innocently. “You like it?”

He reached up to his neck and pulled on the collar of his purple sweater, like it was a tie he could loosen up. “So you received everything I sent you.”

You clicked your tongue. “Not everything...” Your head turned to look behind you, where your most priced possession was glowing in its full glory — soon to-be yours, you should say.

“Use your words, Princess. Say it and it’s yours.”

It was your turn to analyze him, to take every ounce of cockiness and pride. “You’re playing with fire.” You walked closer to him, erasing the distance but increasing the tension between the two of you. “All the money in the world won’t get you everything you want.”

He was quick to move, his soldiers instincts never left his body, clearly. His delicate hand wrapped around your throat so effortlessly. It tightened, forcing you to manage your breathing. “Money got me everything I wanted already.”

“What is it, Daddy? What is it that you want so badly?” You clenched your jaw, holding his glance which was filled with lust, instead of rage and grudges.

“You never looked so beautiful.” He leaned closer too, whispering the words to your ear. It was liked the loud club music turned into white noise. He could not care less about the stares and the words strangers exchanged as they witnessed the scene. High Town was not his playground.

But you were his plaything.

*~*~*

History repeated itself, in one way or another. Icons rose and fell. Symbols mattered and vanished into oblivion. Originality turned into plagiarism. Winners would lose it all, losers would dig their graves deeper into the abyss.

History repeated itself. The sight before your eyes was the same one as seven years ago, when all that was on this man’s life before meeting you was this stupid Mission Report of December 16 1991. You met him at a party like this, in High Town before he was banned from the land. He caught your attention doing his ridiculous dance moves, sharing his knowledge about the art pieces showcased around the room. Then he brought you to a hotel, the ones so fancy they had multiple rooms and a vintage record player as part of the decor. Only, it worked, and he put on his favourite Édith Piaf records. Rien de Rien, Le Petit Homme, La Vie en Rose, song after song, you were diving deeper in your memories.. He was popping yet another bottle of champagne open and pouring some in flutes you would never touch for the rest of the night. The same night, seven years ago, it changed your life. At the second you regretted setting foot in Mandripoor, he changed your mind and gave you the best months of your life. You would ride around Europe in vintage cars, dine in gigantic mansions you called castles. You admired the old paintings of his royal family members while he brought you a silk bathrobe to change into after a steamy shower.

You’d get lost in your thoughts, he’d get lost in his ambitions. You two were one and the same, in one way or another. That affirmation sent shivers down your spine. You could not tell if it was a good or a bad thing, a shy voice in your head was reassuring you it was the former.

“They call me Baron again, I guess I’m not doing too bad after all.” His voice snapped you back to reality. He was still wearing that obnoxious trench coat. You hated it, it made him look like a pimp. Although that was not too far from the truth, as the mountain of luxurious jewelry and clothes in your closet proved.

“Do you like being back here?”

“I love it here.” The emphasis on the last word was audible. You nodded in agreement. This place was heaven on Earth for some people, hell for others. For both you and Zemo, it was somewhere in between.

“You’re certainly not here for me.” You laughed, setting the still full glass on the nightstand.

He shook his head, mouthing a negative response.

“What is it, this time? Mission report February 32?”

“Something like that.” He answered, after another silent laugh.

“If only you had made me your mission, your life would have been easier.”

“Yours would have been, too.”

You shrugged. You agreed, but you did not need to say it. He knew. The two of you knew that this warmth washing over your bodies was the answer to all of your problems. Yet, you were fighting the urge to surrender and give in.

History always repeated itself.

All it took was for him to set his hand on your exposed knee. You got flashbacks of the numerous times his hand rested there while you two drove deeper in the country side, in some old Chevrolet, Ford, or any other European brands he could find and buy.

“Say it, Princess. Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

You swallowed thickly and fell on your knees. He sat straight, as straight as he could on the comfortable mattress, and spread his legs wider. “I want to go back in time.”

He leaned foward and you opened your mouth, your tongue poking out. He spit in your mouth, and you swallowed. The giggle that followed your actions sent blood to his hardening cock. “Just as eager as I remembered, right? You’d do anything to please me.”

“I’d do anything for you, Daddy.” You repeated, the confession left you breathless.

“That’s my good girl.” He brushed your hair with so much tenderness for a moment, you let out a content moan. He changed the mood real quick when he pushed your head closer to his crotch and unbuckled his belt at lightning’s speed.

Your mouth was watering at the sight, a sight that was tattooed in your memory forever. Whatever relationship you two had went beyond fancy presents and sex, it was a connection that tickled your souls and left you a different woman than when it first started. You wasted no time, stroking him a few times as you spit on his blushing tip. You smeared the spit over his sensitive spot and pulled the sweetest moans out of him, which grew louder and more intense when you finally wrapped your lips around his head.

No one compared to you, to your attention to details, to the way you were taking him all in, inches by inches like you were made for his cock and his cock only. No one compared to how blissful you looked pulling back, choking on your own saliva and the lack of oxygen. “You look so beautiful, Babygirl.”

His praise made you bat your eyes, hoping to receive more compliments. You flattened your tongue, licking him from the base to the top before you deep throated his cock again. You never left him untouched, your hands were massaging his walls or exploring his thick thighs while your mouth almost brought him to the edge.

That was when he pulled on your hair and demanded you went back up on your feet. “I bet you’re soaked. All you need is to see a cock to wet your panties.” You nodded as one hand reached up to cup your face, the other to cup your core from under your dress. He could felt the ever growing wet patch. He discarded of your panties in one effortless pull and pressed his pointer and middle fingers against your sensitive clit. He circled it, studying your reaction.

“Daddy...” You breathed out. “I need you.”

“I’m proud of you for using your words,” his finger slipped inside of your entrance, you moaned out his name. “So greedy and needy and easy for me, like the good whore that you are. Is that right? You’re Daddy’s perfect little whore?”

He was two fingers in, all the way to the last knuckles. He pumped in and out of you slowly yet roughly. You smirked when he finally touched that spongy spot inside of you. “I’m Daddy’s. I’ll always belong to Daddy.”

“That’s right.”

He brushed his thumb over your clit, his fingers stopped fucking your hole to abuse the bundle of nerves until tears started to pool in your eyes.

“Be a good baby.” You looked at him with doe eyes, sucking his thumb between your plump lips. “Do what I want.”

And you reached your high. You had nothing to hold you up, except for your shaky legs that threatened to give in under your weight and the intensity of your orgasm. You sucked on his thumb harder, hoping to quiet some of your moans but your screams escaped your parted lips.

In a blink of an eye, you were pushed against the bed and bounced against the body that blocked your every movement. His pants were nowhere to be found, just like the rest of your respective clothes. Your finger tips brushed over the skin of his shaven cheeks, down to his neck and chest. The intimacy, you had craved it all these years.

“I bet that sweet cunt of yours missed my cock.” He spoke, chuckling mockingly when he pushed himself in your stretched hole. You both let out a long moan of satisfaction. He rested inside of you, adjusting to your warmth and tightness. “I was right.”

“You’re always right.” You flattered his ego, and earned a sloppy kiss in return.

His lips moved down to your neck where he sucked hickeys and left small bite marks as he picked up the pace of his hips.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, hoping to bring him that much closer, and deeper, into you.

Zemo pinned your wrists above your head and pumped his cock inside of your tight pussy like his life depended on it. “So fucking wet for me, gonna make me cum, Baby.” He had tried so hard to hold back, not to mark you and claim you again.

“Wait for me.” You begged him, and he brought one hand down to your neck again. He squeezed it, choking you deliciously until your eyes rolled inwards. He tightened his grip ever so slightly and he felt it, he felt the way your walls fluttered around him.

He thrusted inside of you, his hips snapped against yours and the sound of your skin slapping echoed in the bedroom. “Cum for me, Princess. Cum with Daddy.”

And you did, your body exploded in fireworks when you felt his release planted inside of you. He kept moving, rocking back and forth. He leaned back, leaving your neck to rub your clit once again. He was a moaning mess, the overstimulation made it almost painful to keep going but he did not want it to stop, not until...

“Fuck, Daddy!” And a second wave of pleasure hit you hard, it left you panting and shaking even more than before.

Zemo had to pull away quickly, and already missed the feeling of being inside of you.

Your fingers reached between your bodies, dipping into your folds and moving up to your lips as they were covered in his seed. You painted your lips with his white cum, before you licked them and your fingers clean as he watched, completely amazed and mesmerized. “Taste just as good as I remembered.”

He laughed, he was always one step ahead of everything and everyone, but you always managed to take him by surprise. You were just that great, that perfect. He rolled to the side and fell heavily on the bed. His skin was glistening under the light of the chandeliers from the thin layer of sweat.

You pressed your legs together, clenching around nothing. You hoped you could keep his load inside of you, as a proof this had really happened and it was not just one of your daydreams where you two would be reunited.

“I missed this.” You boke the silence with a small voice. Your fingers brushed over the bruises on your neck, and you hissed at the sensitive skin.

He turned on his side, worried for a second that he went too hard on you. The smile and joy on your face proved him otherwise. “I missed you, Princess.”

“I missed you so much, Daddy.”

*~*~*

The sun hurt your eyes, he noticed. He slipped out of the bed to pull on the curtains only to hurry back to you so you could lay your head on his chest. You were still wearing your bracelet, he started playing with it.

His mind was racing, just like his heart. You could feel it rumble in his chest like a loud engine. Something was bothering him.

“Oh, Zemo...” You caressed his cheek, looking up to study his features. “You can fool the smartest people in the world, but you’ll never be able to lie to me.”

“I’m coming home, Baby. I’m coming home now.”

You looked down again, taking a moment to answer. “Let me guess, you’ll take me to a fancy house like Rebecca’s Manderley and Jane Eyre’s manor at the Rochester’s. You’ll show me around, make me feel like I belong. And you’ll leave, high and dry. Again. All the money and presents from your people won’t erase the pain I felt. Not this time, not ever.”

He pressed his thin lips together. Pain, suffering, he was used to it. He had his fair share of it, caused even more to other people. The thought of hurting you, however, was unbearable.

“Every kingdom needs its king...” He paused and moved you, so you were resting on your elbows and your face was closer to his. “And an even greater queen.”

#baron zemo #helmut zemo #marvel imagine #the falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws spoilers #tfatws #one shot: champagne problems

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murswrites · 4 years ago

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One in The Same ⎯ Tobias Eaton Headcanon

Pairings: Tobias Eaton x Reader Fandom: Divergent MASTERLIST Warnings: Cursing? SUMMARY: [see request] Request from anon: hiii- so um, if requests are open, could i please request a fic or a headcanon for tobias eaton?? if not that’s totally fine! so- for a headcanon/fic i was thinking something along the lines of tobias slowly becoming comfortable with the reader? like, he’ll start to share small things about him the more they hangout, and eventually he tells the reader his feelings for them?? ahh i hope this makes sense- thank you!! <3

A/N I think I’ve forgotten how to write headcanons y’all... this is deadass 1k words. Also this request is so cute, I hope this is suitable <3 Can we please normalize calling guys pretty 🥺

It started off with little things that made Four intrigued by you

Firstly, you being a transfer from Amity to Dauntless of all factions

Secondly, despite being raised to be kind, you were the most ruthless of initiates

And lastly, you had a way of drawing attention to yourself; either intentional or not that made you seem magnetic to Four

You two didn’t really meet until after you were properly welcomed as a member of the Dauntless faction

The two of you both worked in security, you weren’t a good leader and you enjoyed technology even if Amity wasn’t the most “techy” faction

It was easy working beside Four, he wasn’t annoying or arrogant which you found to be very refreshing

“All of the others here think they’re better than me, it’s crazy.” (You)

Small talk wasn’t your forte but the silence in the room was deafening

“Tell me about it,” (Four)

He knew a thing or two about arrogant assholes, one always came to mind; Eric Coulter

After that, you two began hanging out together

Sitting beside each other during meals became routine, it was convenient especially when you had to tell him something in regards to work

“I was thinking of getting a tattoo, want to join me?” (You)

You skipped out on tattoos when the other initiates got them, it didn’t feel right at the time

“Sure, what’re you getting?” (Four)

“I dunno, it’ll be my first.” (You)

After that, Four looks at you differently

He honestly expected you to dive headfirst into “Dauntless life” to prove you were worthy because you came from Amity

The trip to the tattoo parlor was one of many times you two spent time together outside of work

“Being in Amity was so weird, I’ve always been sort of angry by nature so it was hell trying to be peaceful.” (You)

“You don’t seem angry,” (Four)

“Oh 16 years of standing in the corner will do that to a person.” (You)

Things never got that personal, but when the conversation felt too close to home (for either of you) one of you quickly switched topics

Your friendship worked well in that way

“One time I put a frog in my cousin’s bed and had to do like a hundred hours of community service. I was nine.” (You)

“My old faction as a whole wasn’t horrible. But I didn’t fit in well…” (Four)

“Same here, least we got each other right?” (You)

It became obvious to Four that you two were more alike than he originally realized

Two people from similar factions with similar upbringings… both having grown up feeling out of place

Four realized his feelings for you were turning into something more when you made him a cake for his birthday

Your bright smile and messy apron made him stop in his tracks, surprised

“Dauntless chocolate cake for my favorite person’s birthday!” (You)

“How’d you know?” (Four)

“You mentioned it when we first met, how’s it feel to be an old man, Four?” (You)

That night was something different, stargazing after watching a movie felt so intimate with Four, but so comfortable at the same time

“No one’s ever made me a cake before.” (Four)

“Not even your mom?” (You)

You found out she passed soon after and instead of asking more questions like usual, you just kept him company

“I never really considered leaving Amity until I got my aptitude test results,” (You)

“What’d you get?” (Four)

“Dauntless, duh.” (You)

Four had laughed at that, you always surprised him with your random sarcastic outbursts or remarks

“Bet it came as a surprise.” (Four)

“Not really, if anything I was thankful for a way out. Despite their appearance, Amity isn’t as beautiful as they claim to be.” (You)

Four genuinely recognized his feelings when you and some initiates from your group invited him to some shenanigans, he hadn’t done anything like that since he transferred, but you were adamant

“Come on, it’ll be fun! I did this on like my third night here and nearly died but it was so worth it!” (You)

It actually turned out to be fun, the same game of capture the flag but in a different area of the city

Four was on your team (luckily) and you two were taking people out left and right

When you saved him by taking down one of the enemies, he watched in awe at how good you were (man is WHIPPED)

That was the first night you crashed at his place because you were so tired

“I’ll pay you back tomorrow, mkay?” (You)

You made him breakfast in the morning, it wasn’t anything spectacular just something to repay him for giving up his bed

“Nobody’s made me breakfast in like ten years.” (Four)

“That sucks, but I’m glad I could be that person…” (You)

Neither of you spoke after that, it was like the energy in the air after the game of capture the flag completely changed

It wasn’t uncomfortable, just… heavy… with things unsaid

I feel like Four would keep himself from being nice all of a sudden since it would be weird if he suddenly changed up on you

But he found it hard because your company made him happy

At one point he told you his real name, out of the blue, he just asked if you’d start calling him it when it was just you two

“Call me Tobias,” (Four)

“Why would I call you that, your name’s Four-- Oh... that’s your real name isn’t it? Hmm, it’s nice, serious just like you.” (You)

He would often catch himself staring at you as you spoke or enjoying the sound of your voice

“Tobias? You there?” (You)

You’d caught him staring and it made him get really embarrassed

It was weird seeing Four flustered and struggling to find the right words, you were usually the less composed one

“Are you okay? You look like you’re having an allergic reaction, staring is normal. I do it all the time.” (You)

This would confuse Four, you stared at him? No… that couldn’t be true, could it?

“What I meant to say was--” (You)

“What?” (Four)

Now things felt awkward, those unsaid words were heavy in the air; both of you knew but didn’t want to ruin a nice thing (your friendship)

“I stare at you… because you’re pretty.” (You)

“Never been called pretty before,” (Four)

“Well… you are, very pretty.” (You)

“You’re prettier but I’ll take it.” (Four)

His sudden confidence came out of nowhere but he was definitely thankful for it

“You think I’m pretty?” (You)

“I think you’re great… in general… it’s weird but I feel comfortable to be myself around you,” (Four)

“That’s not weird, I feel the same.” (You)

Things didn’t change all too much after that, neither of you wanted to rush into things because your friendship was too beautiful to ruin by making a mistake

#tobias eaton #tobias eaton imagine #tobias eaton x reader #tobias eaton headcanon #divegrent #divergent imagine #divergent x reader #four x reader #four (divergent) x reader

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recklessinventor · 2 years ago

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really ridiculously detailed character stats.

FULL NAME: Jeffrey Nicholas Andonuts

NICKNAME(S): Jeff, Four Eyes, Lemon Kid

AGE: 13 (default), 16 (teen/persona verse), 41 (adult verse)

MYERS-BRIGGS TYPE: INFP/INTP (he was like 52/48 between F and T), with a heavy dose of Turbulent bc he’s stressed out all the damn time

BIRTH DATE: July 18, 198X

ETHNICITY: White

PLACE OF BIRTH: Winters, Foggyland

GENDER IDENTITY: Cis male

PREFERRED PRONOUN(S): he / him

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Asexual, Homoromantic

RELIGION: Toes the line between Agnostic and Atheist - he doesn’t believe anything but the big bang created the universe, but at the same time what happened in the Cave of the Past felt like divine intervention.

OCCUPATION: Student/Kid who saved the world once (main), prosthetist (adult)

FACE CLAIM: himself, Anthony Rapp (teen/adult)

RELATIONSHIPS.

PARENTS: Dr. James Andonuts (father), unnamed surrogate (mother)

SIGNIFICANT OTHER(S): Tony Coppola (main), Yu Narukami (P4 verse w/kaminaribancho), Claus (Teen verse w/beinfriends)

CHILDREN: Joseph and Ivy Andonuts (adopted; adult verse)

LEVEL OF SEXUAL EXPERIENCE: 0

STORY OF FIRST KISS: depends on the verse tbh, but probably on a date with any of the partners above unless otherwise written in a thread.

A SOCIAL PERSON? yes and no. He wants to have deep connections with others and doesn’t want to be lonely but isn’t the greatest when it comes to meeting new people and actually socializing. he is a great friend to those he does bond with, though!

HOW DO THEY THINK OTHERS PERCEIVE THEM? He tends to think people either know him because of his father or saving the world, and that they likely think him either too quiet to get a read on him or annoying.

HOW DO OTHERS ACTUALLY PERCEIVE THEM? Most people tend to know who he is either because of his father or the events of M2, but they tend to think of him as shy but otherwise pretty nice to others and helpful, if a little want to cause chaos with his inventions now and then.

PHYSICAL TRAITS.

EYE COLOR(S): ice blue

HAIR COLOR(S): blond

SKIN TONE: pale as all get out, but covered in freckles.

HEIGHT: 5′2″ (main), 5′9″ (teen), 6′3″ (adult)

WEIGHT: ~85 pounds (main).

BODY BUILD: On the taller side, lanky and very skinny; always been underweight for his age, though this is less severe by the time he’s 13.

GLASSES? CONTACTS? thick as fuck glasses. he’s worn them since around 4-5.

STYLE OF DRESS/TYPICAL OUTFITS: Either his school uniform or hand me downs, but when he can choose his own clothes, lots of button-ups and khakis. How cheesy and 90s these button-ups are depends on who he’s with.

JEWELRY? TATTOOS? PIERCINGS? none

ATHLETIC? hell no.

HOW DO THEY WALK: quickly, with his head down. hands either in his pockets, fiddling with anything from a machine to his sleeve cuffs, or balled in fists.

HOW DO THEY SMELL LIKE: metal and gunpowder if he’s inventing. cinnamon and pine if he’s not.

WHAT’S THEIR POSTURE LIKE? He slouches, which makes him look shorter than he is, especially as he gets older.

PHOBIAS AND DISEASES.

PHOBIA(S): fear of abandonment, nosocomephobia / fear of hospitals (mild)

MENTAL ILLNESS(ES): Generalized Anxiety disorder, C-PTSD.

PHYSICAL ILLNESS(ES): There were concerns about his late physical developments when he was a child, and he has a weak immune system after complications from pneumonia from that time, too.

WHEN WAS THIS DIAGNOSED? probably some time after the war against Giygas. I think he probably was diagnosed with trauma as a toddler after being removed from Dr. Andonuts’ care, but I need to do more research on that.

INTELLECT.

LEVEL OF EDUCATION: when he’s an adult, he gets a master’s in chemical and mechanical engineering, he gets a PhD in mechanical engineering, and then gets another master’s in orthotics / prosthetics.

LEVEL OF SELF-ESTEEM: Not high at all. He’s pretty desperate for verbal praise from others, and thinks pretty lowly of himself.

GIFTS/TALENTS: He’s incredibly intelligent and creative, and has the know-how and skill to put what ideas he has on paper and into reality.

SHORTCOMINGS: He’s very reckless, tends to make quick judgements of people, and will be overly forgiving other’s shortcomings if he likes them. He also is very bad at taking care of himself and works himself too hard.

STYLE OF SPEECH: Jeff tends to speak quickly when he’s nervous, and can stumble over his words just because his brain is faster than his mouth. He has a very slight lisp due to a gap in his teeth. He also tends to speak a lot more formally when he doesn’t know someone or isn’t comfortable with them, and a lot less formally when he really trusts them.

“LEFT BRAIN” OR “RIGHT BRAIN” THINKER: left brain.

ARTISTIC? sort of! he loves to play the piano and is very talented at it, and when it comes to blueprints for inventions, he isn’t a bad artist.

MATHEMATICAL? Yes, though theoretical math isn’t as interesting to him. He really likes chemistry, though, even the balancing chemical equations part.

MAKES DECISIONS BASED MOSTLY ON EMOTIONS, OR ON LOGIC? This is Jeff’s big struggle. He fights whether to make decision with his heart or his head all of the time, though narrowly the heart wins most of the time.

MOST SENSITIVE ABOUT/VULNERABLE TO: He will really shut down when insulted about his childhood or his father, or being called useless or any form of unwanted/unlovable. He also is really skittish around the Phase Distorter and that part of Earthbound for a while afterwards.

OPTIMIST OR PESSIMIST? optimistic to a fault.

EXTROVERT OR INTROVERT? introverted.

DETAILS/QUIRKS.

NIGHT OWL OR EARLY BIRD?: Night owl to the point where it’s a game mechanic.

LIGHT OR HEAVY SLEEPER?: Pretty light, he has mild insomnia.

FAVORITE FOOD: He loves savory foods! Eggs/English breakfast type meals are some of his favorites, also has a fondness for savory pies. Cinnamon rolls without the icing.

LEAST FAVORITE FOOD: He really doesn’t like overly rich or sweet foods, like cake, donuts, or cookies.

COFFEE OR TEA?: both! though he prefers tea for taste, and coffee to keep him awake.

CRUNCHY OR SMOOTH PEANUT BUTTER?: Probably crunchy, since it’d be saltier.

LEFTY OR RIGHTY?: lefty!

FAVORITE COLOR?: green

CUSSER?: If he’s angry.

SMOKER? DRINKER? DRUG USER?: I think he’d have picked up smoking as an adult if Tony/his kids weren’t around. Drinks occasionally once he’s old enough, but as you can guess from his low weight even as an adult, he’d be a lightweight.

PETS?: Bubble monkey sort of counts, but he so badly wants a cat. Also nurses freed lab mice and sick baby birds back to health.

TAGGED BY: @beinfriends my beloved

TAGGING: whoever wants to do this long ass meme algdhfdjl now im goin the hell to bed

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 3 years ago

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Camilo sneaking into the opposite genders locker room like pepa did story? He can shape shift so he probably wouldn't even get caught

I strayed so far from the original plan on this- but lowkey I really liked what I came

(Note-this will NOT be too much like Pepa's fic. This will be pg-13 at best, just some mischief. Why? Because the guy is 16, chill)

Now Camilo got along great with his classmates. Like, not to brag, but he was pretty much THE guy around school. And he loved everyone too, for the most part, especially his guy buddies. Don't get him wrong, guys were cute. Like, real cute. They were dumb, they were loud, they smelled nice-but Camilo was never satisfied with just one thing. He wanted to know about girls. I mean, he knew a lot about girls in general, living with seven of them, but when Amanda turned up absent, he decided now was as good of a time as any. So instead of getting in line with the other boys after their game, he snuck in with the girl's pack. His boys would lie and say he was with them the whole time, if worst came to worst.

He didn't know what to expect. But the girl's locker room was surprisingly the same. More quiet, and a bit more clean, but definitely pretty similar. He kept himself hidden for the most part, wanting to oberve more than anything.

"Oh my god, Maria STUFFS."

Now he wasn't one to judge, being a shape-shifting guy, but more girls in the class stuffed their bras than he thought. He didn't have too much to focus on that though, he was too distracted by their bodies. Now he didn't mean it in a pervy way, but rather, in fascination. Sure, some boys were smaller and less hairy than others, but these girls were so...pretty. Smooth looking skin, such pretty hair, and he wasn't gonna lie, he even liked the way their underwear looked. It wasn't so plan jane like guy's underwear. Theirs were so pretty, some with ribbons, some with lace.

Camilo just had the worst case of gender envy, honestly.

Apparently he was too into their looks, that he totally forgot about hiding. Josefina poked her head in his direction, looking pleased as punch.

"Amanda! I thought you weren't gonna be here! What happened to your dad?"

Well shit. Camilo was happy he had voices on lockdown, but that did almost nothing with this story he had no idea about. He cleared his throat, and joined the small group of girls, trying to not stare at their cute under clothes.

"I uh. Can't say yet. But I felt bad for leaving you guys, so I decided to come back!"

He tried not to freeze up as Josefina and Teresa gave him a good hug on each side. Oh WOW this hug was way different than a hug from guys. It wasn't as rough or as awkward (teenage boys were NOT good with their feelings, unlike him). It was firm, it was soft, and it didn't smell like just sweat. Smelled like flowers and lipgloss, and just a HINT of sweat.

"Aw, girly, that's so sweet!"

"So we finally gonna talk about boys then? You've been dodging your super obvious crush!"

Call it the gossip part of him, but he was definitely interested in their words, and not just because they wore their underclothes look GOOD (sometimes the clothes wore the person, he knew the difference).

"Depends, which one? We got variety at this school!"

The girls laughed at him, all while they continued to get out of their gym clothes and fix up their hair.

"I thought you had a thing for Miguel! Who else is there?"

Camilo got comfortable in his seat, absolutely ready for these gossipy bitches. He knew these girls fairly well, but guys tended to not gossip with girls. At least, about fellow guys.

"Oh screw Miguel, he's about as interesting as dirt. You guys want someone FINE- you want Raoul. This guy has a tattoo, right at his hip dip, you can see it just poking out of his towel!"

"No WAY, how do you KNOW that?!"

Camilo put his finger over his lip, signaling he doesn't kiss and tell, before noticing Camila. Camila was SUPER pretty, if a bit anti social. He shouldn't have said anything, but he couldn't help himself.

"Mija-that color does not go with your skintone."

She paused to look at him, and Camila frowned.

"But I like beige?"

"It's not an ugly color, just not for you. Here, may I?"

Camila nodded, and Camilo just went for it. He stole lipstick from the girl next to her, and gently held onto Camila's face as he applied a good, bright pink color. He added a bit of blush to her cheeks, gave her brows a quick brush, and just like that, instant improvement. He held the mirror to her face, and she gasped in surprise.

"Oh my god- how'd you do that so fast?!"

"You have LOADS of natural beauty, Camila, you just need to highlight your features! You have perfect cheeks, your eyebrows are to die for, and your lips are like, perfect. You always wear beige and it's like, people can't see it!"

Camila apparently just now realized Camilo was touching her bottom lip, and she exploded in color, before thanking him (a bit loudly), and taking her things as she quickly left. Ah, a gay panic, he was familiar with it, and it looked SO cute when girls did it. Josefina raised a brow at him, clearly confused.

"You didn't know how to apply eyeliner yesterday, what's up with you?"

"Oh uh. I'm just full of surprises. You could ask more questions, or you could let me give you a boho crown and see how it frames your face."

The girls shared glances at each other, before she clapped her hands excitedly.

"Do my hair!!"

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The time you got in between PE and lunch was only twenty minutes. And spending time in the girl's locker room was the shortest, wildest twenty minutes of his life. The tea he spilled, the hair and makeup he did, the panties he had seen. It. Was. Everything. He almost didn't want it to end.

"See you tomorrow girls!"

He waved off his gal pals as the bell dismissed them. Ugh, they were just so pretty, so sweet and good to him. He really wished they would trust him like that WITHOUT him pretending to be someone else, but hey, story of his life. Once he knew it was safe, he transformed back into himself, joining the pack of the boys. Eduardo raised a brow at Camilo as he leaned against his shoulder. Guy was pretty much used to Camilo touching him whenever he felt like.

"Where have YOU been? Hitting on the lunch ladies?"

"Hey, that's how I get two helpings, first of all. Second, nope. I went to forbidden territory. The girl's locker room."

He had SO many eyes on him in a second. The boys crowded him, and the stupid looks on their faces reminded him just WHY he liked boys. Easy to impress and coax attention out of.

"You went to the girl's locker room?! You snuck in?!"

"Better. I just walked right in. Or should I say...Amanda did."

They got it immediately, muttering against themselves, as if Camilo learned the secret to life.

"Dude, how much did you see?!"

Camilo left them hanging, just for a second, before grinning.

"Every. Single. Thing."

He wasn't admiring girls in the same way they were, but even he had to admit, women were gorgeous and alluring enough to deserve such awe.

"You gotta tell us! We gotta know who has what chest!"

Camilo shrugged, starting to walk away, and of course, they followed.

"I dunno. I'm a little too hungry to remember."

"We'll buy you lunch! As much as you want!"

Camilo turned to the group, thinking carefully, before gesturing to Raoul.

"Buy me lunch, and gimme your shirt."

He obeyed automatically, only raising a brow as soon as he handed him his shirt.

"But I'm three sizes bigger than you."

"And don't you just hold those sizes well, papi chulo~...alright, walk and talk with me, boys. Raoul, in front, I want a view."

Camilo could complain that being different people got him different treatment. But he could NOT complain that being himself was pretty damn great.

#not transformers #encanto #suggestive ish #asks #seriously #Camilo loves guys and gals #but guys are just so easy to play with #while he just #admires the shit out of girls #honestly if Camilo could he'd just adore both of them all day #and yeah lowkey he REALLY feels comfortable in girl clothes whenever he turns into them

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redwayfarers · 3 years ago

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From the hard mode asks: 5, 10, 15, 16 and 18 for Cass? :3c

if i could art digitally i'd art you a (bad) happy cass rn but all i have are dai screens alas

5. On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?

Money, some kind of sentimental thing he doesn't want immediately on display - something he can just hold when he puts his hands in his pockets while looking casual. Notable mention is a dagger nearby, though not in the pocket itself, in case he needs to take it (though he's quicker to reach for Shadowfall if danger comes.)

10. Does your character feel more comfortable with more clothing, or with less clothing?

He's not uncomfortable with nudity, though he might get kinda nervous if you're a SO at first, but generally he's slightly more comfortable with more clothing. He's far from a layering monster though!

15. Is your character preoccupied with money or material possession? Why or why not?

He's literally penniless rn, since Zenaida hasn't paid him yet. Not a crown to his name. He's far from preoccupied with money and wealth - though not being broke would be nice, he doesn't care much for having excess money. He grew up rich, after all. It's not like he doesn't know what it's like. He just really cares about having enough to eat and live somewhere (and maybe get some 10000 earrings and rings and tattoos.)

16. Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success?

Happiness all the way. Shit's been hitting the fan for five years now, give him a break. He'd rather be a happy flop than be a successful sad guy.

18. Is your character more likely to admire wisdom, or ambition in others?

Ambition. He likes people who aim high, he's drawn to them (partially because he has no real, long term goals of his own), he envies them, he admires some of them (though not all.) It's hard to have ambition beyond survive when you have to uproot your life every ten years or so.

#wayfarer #wayfarer if #wayfarer mc #cassander inteus #i just think he's neat #ask game

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black-rose-writings · 4 years ago

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I read Ruin and Rising because I’m bored

And I also hate myself

Like with the last book, I have a vague idea of the plot and stuff from tumblr and fanfics. I will also be refering to Darkling as Sasha for most of this.

I am still Darklina trash and don’t particularly like Mal.

On a different note, I’ve finally moved for college, but the internet here is trash, so I’ll probably have a lot more reading time now, since most games I play are online and will crash without internet.

Before

Cool story. Let’s hope Alina stays a badass.

Who am I joking, I know how this ends.

Chapter 1

So far so good. I hate the Apparat, per usual. Alina’s there basically dying and that bitch can’t wait to see her do so.

Cult leader to the core this one. He probably hates that his figurehead is alive and also not brainwashed.

Cult leader doesn’t like swearing. How surprising.

My boy David is completely right. What kind of irresponsible dingus keeps centuries old books in a fucking wet-ass cave? (Or a tree for that matter *cough cough* The Last Jedi *cough, cough*).

Genya is fun to be around.

Oh, shit, let’s go.

Chapter 2

Jesus Christ, Alina, Zoya isn’t that bad.

This is one hell of a shitshow.

I live for this version of Alina. Badass. Scary. I want more of this Alina.

Chapter 3

Out of all the random little details from crappy smut fics, I did not expect Oncat to be from the books, lol.

Mal actually has a supernatural tracking ability. Like, literally, they put a bug into the pouch with gunpowder so he could make the shot. I guess this was kinda said before, but never this directly, right?

Alina’s merzost-skyping Sasha now, yay.

Alina is horny for Sasha boy. Yay.

Alina canonically has a praise kink. Nice.

I hate LB with all of my heart at this very moment. How dare she bait us Darklina people like this? How DARE she? (Shipbaiting is the worst, seriously.)

Yes, yes, yes. These two lines. That’s what their relationship is all about. They’re each others foils, the yin to the other’s yang and... ugh. I am Darklina trash to the core and this hurts.

Darklina: You have a terrible taste in men.

Alina: I liked you once.

My boy Sasha walked into that one.

Chapter 4

Alina is a Queen. And we love her.

David, my beloved, my spirit animal.

It’s surprising they can read it at all, given it’s been centuries. Have you ever tried reading medieval manuscripts?

Honestly, with a father that crazy, it’s no wonder Baghra’s a bitch. And I’ve seen it said somewhere that the books imply Ilya’s experiments are what caused Baghra to be a shadow summoner and you know what? I can see how you’d make that connection.

Why is there so few Tidemakers in the books? Waterbenders are useful. I want more waterbenders.

Alina picking up some habits from Baghra I see.

Ah, yes, we love an educated giant.

I’m starting to think Harshaw is a bit nuts.

Shut up, Hershey. Or at least share the weed with the class. I’m not here for this “He’s mean to you because he likes you”. I might believe that in like, elementary school, but yall are (more or less) adults. Jesus.

Well, that was a bombshell of a twist.

Chapter 5

Oh boy, we’ve got some trauma bonding for out merry band of misfits. Yay.

Adrik has a crush on Zoya. And she hates it, lol. Cut the kid some slack, he’s like 15 or something.

That reminds me, I have a four-leaf clover pressed in books from close to year and a half ago. Time flies.

They’re really diving into the Mal has supernatural powers, huh?

Ghosts, let’s go.

Alina “I’m so happy to be outside I start to shine like a fucking fairy” Starkov and Mal is entranced. He’s definitelly nicer now. I’m not forgiving him for all the shit he’s pulled before and for using the silent treatment way too much, but hey, at least he’s improving.

I am not a Zoyalina person, but like... gay? Please? Rivals to grudging allies to friends to lovers, 300k slowburn? Sounds more fun than whatever Mala dn Alina have going on, lol.

(I’m starting to realize I’m not as much a Darklina person as I am anti-Malina person, lol. Like, literally everyone has a more interesting dynamic with Alina than tracker boy over there. Malina is at best boring AF and at worst toxic, codependent and emotionally abusive, while also being boring AF at the same time. It has literally nothing going for it except God herself liking it).

I can see why Nadia is gay in the show. The book version of her definitelly has a crush on Tamar. Homegirl likes a woman, who can murder her with the flick of her wrist and honestly? Same.

Alina has some big “coming out of lockdown after a year” energy atm.

The cat is one of the most realistic characters in this thing, lol.

And since Tamar is also heavily queercoded, our lovely ladies make off into the night, flirting. Or maybe not. Let me dream, though.

At least Blade Boy is aware that his tattoo is stupid. To quote someone ranting about him on tumblr: He’s embracing his identity as a tool.

Oh, boy, this will be fun.

Evil soldier is horny for Mal. Saints, is there a woman in this book who isn’t horny for Blade Boy?

And here comes Niki to save the day.

Chapter 6

Niki saved the day.

Fiberglass? And David being David. Genya being in love with her nerd of a boyfriend.

Jesus Christ, this one crazy kid has moved the technology in this universe a whole century on his own. So, when is David going to propose to him?

Baghra hasn’t changed much I see.

Baghra’s about to drop some truthbombs, but no, we have to be rudely interupted because Genya’s rapist is throwing a fit.

Chapter 7

How does Mal sound? Is she gonna say the Blade boy sounds like her dad? I mean, I know voices are partially genetic, but it has been tens of generations between them, probably.

So, we’re finally taking Genya’s trauma seriously after all this time? Good. Better late than never, I guess.

I wish that regicide was already finished and I’m pretty sure that Genya does, too. Stop defending the fucking king, narrative.

David’s a nerd in all things I see.

Someone please just kill the king already. And the queen, too, for good measure.

Now that’s a romance.

Infodumping and listening to said infodumps is a legitimate love language, Alina. Let them nerd out over poisons.

Wait, has Alina never directly killed anyone before? I thought she did... hmmm.

And just like that, it should have been over. Ugh.

Somehow, Baghra is a better teacher now than she was before. She half feels like a completely different character.

Nevermind, she’s back at it.

Chapter 8

Holy shit, Nadia and Tamar are canon. They have canon gays here.

So, which one of them is gonna die?

Chapter 9

We arrive at that scene. The one, where they should have fucked.

Jeez, girl, get a hold of yourself. Life is short, fuck a villain.

In other news, Genya and David definitelly fucked.

Chapter 10

Poor David. He just wanted to know.

Damn... I never realized just how young Baghra was, when she killed her sister.

I’ve already made a post about this, but it really does strike me like Baghra has already decided to end her life at this point in the book.

Why is that whole “but what if we’re related” thing even in there?

Chapter 11

We love a suprise attack.

When did Sasha boy learn that trick?

Baghra really just did that. Oh boy.

Chapter 12

No, don’t kill the kid... ugh.

Emotiona support cat. She should be friends with Milo.

Porrige for brains. Oof.

So Nadia was the one, who got bees set on her in the book. Cool.

That’s a good question. Why was it never brought up to Alina, that other Grisha get blocks, too?

David already thinking of steampunk prosthetic for Adrik is honestly kinda sweet.

Chapter 13

Back home... kinda.

Is that really... you really care about Mal bonking the Grisha school mean girl over a year ago? Okay.

Chapter 14

Angst! Yay!

And more angst.

Chapter 15

Sasha really went “My mom killed herself to save you? Well, I’ll kill the closest thing to parents you have.”

Chapter 16

Nikolai’s alive. Kinda.

And these two have such a sibling energy, I can’t.

And then they fuck. Ew.

Chapter 17

Wait, wait wait... so Alina isn’t even the one to destroy the Fold?

Okay. That’s... weird.

Holy shit. That was...

So, Aleksander is dead. Mal isn’t. Someone else destroyed the Fold for Alina and now she has no powers.

Okay.

That’s a weird-ass ending.

Chapter 18

The gays survived, so that’s nice.

Genya made good on her promise of making Alina a ginger, lol.

After

What emotion is this supposed to give me? Cause all I feel is kinda sad.

#shadow and bone #grishaverse #ruin and rising #book review #alina starkov #darkling #darklina

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sunsetcurveofficial · 4 years ago

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can I request ot3 or even all 4 sunset curve soulmates drabble 🥺

this... is so much longer than a drabble, i’m so sorry. it was only going to be a fraction of this but then... i kind of liked this universe and kept going lol

anyway, here we go, 2k of sunset curve ot3 soulmate goodness

also available on ao3

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It’s weird, this soulmates thing. Alex has always thought so. So people are born with random sentences scribbled onto their skin, and they’re supposed to be the first words your soulmate ever says to you. It sounds all beautiful and easy enough, and really, for most people it is. He supposes it’s nice to know you’re actually supposed to be with the person you may or may not fall in love with. Most soulmates do, he knows. But not all of them. Some remain platonic, because some people are not made for romance and that’s okay. He knows that platonic love isn’t any less important than romantic love. Generally speaking, he does think that the soulmarks make sense, too. For most people.

His, however, has never made any sense at all.

Because his soulmark says Hi, I’m Reggie. Reggie says you’re killing it on the drums, man.

It doesn’t make any sense. It never has.

So, he met Reggie when he was 13. And Reggie said the first part of his soulmark to him. Which makes sense. The second part, however, remains unsaid. And it doesn’t surprise him that it does. Because why the hell would Reggie tell him that Reggie says he’s killing it on the drums? It doesn't. Make. Any. Sense. And frankly, it makes Alex a little anxious to think about. Does he have two soulmates? He used to think that is something that only happens in fairy tales.

The weirdest part, however, is the fact that half of Reggie’s soulmark also remains unsaid. Reggie has the words Oh, hello, I’m Alex. Dude, you shred on the bass! tattooed onto the skin on his forearm. The first part is self-explanatory and makes perfect sense, but Alex didn’t even know Reggie plays bass when he first met him.

He and Reggie have spent hours and hours dwelling on what it all means, and why both of their unsaid halves are related to their instruments, but to no avail. They have no clue. Having two soulmates is rare, but your soulmate also having two soulmates is close to impossible. Neither of them have ever heard of that happening before. Except maybe in fairytales or TV shows.

On Alex’s 14th birthday, they agree that there isn’t any point in agonising over it, because they would inevitably find out, eventually. So Alex tries not to dwell on it anymore and focus on his new boyfriend instead. Because while he and Reggie have assumed they are soulmates of the platonic kind at first, they have since figured out that kissing is much nicer than it looks on TV, especially when they’re doing it with each other.

They’re 15 when it all starts making sense. Except it still doesn’t, and it’s completely insane. It’s a perfectly normal Wednesday and Alex is waiting for Reggie by his locker, idly going over his maths notes, when he hears Reggie’s familiar laughter reach his ears. He looks up with a smile, and he finds Reggie walking towards him, dragging another boy he’s never seen before along by the hand. There are a couple of thoughts raining down on him all at once, approximately in this order:

“Why is my boyfriend holding hands with another guy?”

“Who is this?”

“Don’t be jealous now, Alex. He’s your soulmate.”

“Fuck, that new guy is pretty. Almost as pretty as Reggie.”

“Stop staring, Alex.”

“Alex! Alex!!” Reggie says excitedly when they reach him. He’s beaming, his smile almost blinding, and Alex wants to cry a little bit because he loves him so much. “You gotta meet Luke! He’s just moved here, and I just met him in music class. Also-- no, never mind, later. Luke, this is Alex.” Reggie is jumping up and down a little, and he’s so bubbly, he almost seems nervous. Alex faintly wonders what that’s all about.

Alex stares, feeling a little overwhelmed by an onslaught of emotions he can’t really place. Luke nods at him.

“Reggie says you’re killing it on the drums, man,” Luke says casually, and Alex swears his heart stops. No way. His whole world is closing in on him, and he stares at Luke open-mouthed, unable to say a single word. He blinks, and forces himself to look away from Luke - his soulmate, his freaking second soulmate - and meet Reggie’s eyes instead. Reggie looks like a deer in the headlights, and at least that’s an emotion Alex can relate to. It’s eerily quiet for a long time, the chatter of the students around them drowned out by Alex’s own heart hammering against his ribcage.

“Umm… are you two okay?” Luke asks, and somehow the sound of his voice snaps Alex back to reality. Right. He has yet to say anything. Has yet to say the words written on Luke’s skin somewhere. Oh dear. What is he going to say? Why does he feel so pressured to say the right thing when it’s already been decided anyway? He feels himself panic a little. He should just answer Luke’s question, right? Easy. Isn’t it? Except he doesn’t even remember what Luke said. Fuck.

“What the fu--” he starts muttering, eyes widening as he stops himself, “I mean, no, I can’t say that-- no, that’s awful, oh my god, I messed this all up. Fuck!” His eyes widen even further when he realises just how badly he fucked up. He looks back at Luke and blushes.

“I am so sorry, man,” he says, and he means it. Luke stares at him for a long moment before bursting into loud laughter. He holds onto Reggie’s shoulder to keep himself upright, and something about the sight and the sound sends a flutter to Alex’s stomach. Reggie is laughing too, and he keeps eyeing him fondly. It helps to calm Alex some.

When Luke’s laughter ceases into a grin, he picks up the hem of his sleeveless band shirt and reveals a perfect tattoo of Alex’s rambling. It’s not all there is, though. Above it, there is a line saying, Thanks, I also happen to shred on the banjo.

Alex blinks. It fits perfectly with Reggie’s second half. And Reggie does shred on the banjo. No. That can’t be real, can it? They can’t all be soulmates, right? That doesn’t happen. He looks up to meet Reggie’s beautiful green eyes, and he’s beaming at him. Then he meets Luke’s, and the stranger - because that’s what he still is to him - grins from ear to ear.

“Well, boys. Nice to meet ya. Soulbros, or some shit.”

Alex makes a face. Reggie giggles and shoves at Luke’s shoulder.

“Soulbros?”

Alex faintly wonders if Luke is straight and makes up for the platonic part of their little triangle. Luke raises an eyebrow, grinning.

“No? Okay, well, that’s good. ‘Cause I think you’re both like, insanely cute.”

Alex blushes, he knows he does, and he’s comforted by the fact that Reggie blushes, too. Red blotches appear all over his cheeks, and it’s the most beautiful thing.

Luke seems to have no qualms about anything, and Alex thinks that makes sense. He and Reggie do still need a little more confidence between them, and a little more of a doer, since they both tend to be talkers if no one pulls them along.

“Uh, yeah, Reggie and I are already dating,” Alex says. Luke nods as if he likes to hear that. He’s definitely adjusting to this weird three-way situation much faster than Alex is.

“Sweet!” he says and beams at them. “Also, boys! We can start a band. How cool is that?”

Alex stares again, feeling like he’s missed something. He and Reggie have been talking about starting a band with their friend Bobby for so long, but they’ve never done it.

“I play the guitar,” Luke explains, “And I sing, and write music.”

Well, Alex thinks, that makes more sense than anything he’s ever heard before in his life. Just like their soulmarks suddenly make the most sense in the world.

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Reggie falls for Luke first. Alex sees it happening right in front of his eyes, and he wonders if he should be jealous, but he stomps out that spark before it can be set aflame. They’re all soulmates and it was bound to happen. It’s not like he doesn’t feel it too, the magnetic pull towards Luke. Luke is wonderful. He lives and breathes for his music, he’s driven and passionate, and kind. There is a depth to him, too, and Alex thinks he can’t wait to explore it. Alex would say he’s the most beautiful person he’s ever met, if it wasn’t for Reggie. They are so different in so many ways, but that’s one thing they have in common.

“I think I want to kiss Luke,” Reggie says one afternoon when they’re 16 and hanging out in Alex’s room, listening to music and waiting for Luke to pick them up and take them to Bobby’s place for their band practice. “Is that okay?”

Alex smiles at him and pulls at his arm to make him straddle his hips. He reaches up to brush a loose strand of hair off Reggie’s forehead.

“Of course it is,” he tells him. Reggie beams, but Alex can see another worry crease appear on his forehead.

“You don’t want to yet, do you?” he asks carefully. Alex shakes his head.

“I’m happy to kiss just you for now.”

Reggie smiles again and leans down to press his lips against Alex’s. Alex wraps his arms around Reggie’s neck to keep him from pulling away as he deepens their kiss. Alex loves kissing Reggie. He thinks it’s the best feeling in the world.

They’re still kissing when Luke bursts into the room. Reggie startles so badly, he nearly falls off the bed, and Alex knocks his head on the headboard.

“Aw guys, without me again? I’m really starting to get a little jealous here,” Luke pouts.

Reggie gives Alex a look, and Alex nods, encouraging him to go on. So Reggie jumps up from the bed and takes a few strides across the room to step into Luke’s space, push him until his back hits the door, and then kiss him right on the mouth. Alex expects jealousy, but he only finds himself feeling warm all over. He loves them both, he knows, even though he might not have any desire to kiss Luke just yet. It’s mostly just due to his nervousness anyway, but even that makes no sense, because it’s not like Luke would reject him.

He watches Luke kiss Reggie back eagerly, his hands roaming over the other boy’s back as he keeps him close and tilts his head for a better angle.

When they pull apart, Luke smiles happily, and Alex feels that flutter in his stomach again. He knows he won’t last much longer. Especially now that he’s seen Luke kiss Reggie. Maybe he kind of… wants a taste anyway. But not just yet, even though Luke is giving him a longing look over Reggie’s shoulder and it does all sorts of funny things to his chest.

They’re 17 when he finally gives in and kisses Luke in the middle of one of his impassioned rants about the song he’s working on. Luke gasps in surprise, but immediately lets go of his guitar to bring a hand up to the back of Alex’s head. He kisses him back the way he plays music. He gives it his everything. It’s the best feeling in the world, right on par with kissing Reggie.

When Alex pulls away, Reggie is grinning at them from his spot on the floor where he’s idly plucking at the strings of his bass. Luke is smiling happily and promptly wraps his arms around Alex’s waist to hug him, holding on tight.

“Dude, you had me so worried. I was half convinced you didn’t want me like that. That this part of the triangle is strictly platonic for you or something!” he says.

“I told you, babe,” Reggie comments. “He just needed time.”

Alex shrugs.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel like that. I just-- I get so nervous sometimes and--”

Luke interrupts him by pulling him into another kiss.

“I know, you dork,” he says, then turns towards Reggie, “You’re both dorks.”

Reggie doesn’t even look up from his bass when he says, “Yeah, but you love us anyway.”

“That’s fair. I really do,” Luke says, shrugging, then clears his throat, “Well, soulmates. Let’s get to work. We got an important gig to rehearse for.”

- End. -

#julie and the phantoms #ralex #ruke #lalex #peterpatter #sunset curve #luke x reggie x alex #jatp fic #how to tag this lol #Anonymous

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what-the--curtains · 5 years ago

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Alliance

Chapter 3 - The Revelation

(Mando x f!reader)

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Summary: After agreeing to help the Mandalorian, you land on Tatooine. Joined by an old friend the three of you locate a potential informant and a secret is revealed.

Notes: everytime I get a lil notification sayong someone has liked this post my heart gets so full so thank you all❤️❤️ I hope you continue to enjoy the story as much as I enjoy writing it!

Tw: Mentions of Alcohol/blood, Swearing

Tagged: @crazycookiecrumbles

Word count: 3.2k

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R-16, Geonosis, Outer Rim Territories

Your POV

“Pretty swanky” you say, taking note of the Mandalorians newly acquired ship “who’d you steal this off of.”

He boards it stopping at the top when he realizes you hadn’t followed him up. “Are you coming? They’ll notice you’re missing soon. Your client didn’t look like the kind of guy to last a whole night.”

“How do I know you’re not going to sell me off again?” you ask, currently rethinking this whole situation.

“ If that’s what I was here to do that, you’d be handcuffed already”

“Really? Because if I remember correctly had it not been for your counterpart hitting me in the head last time, you’d have been on your way back empty handed.” He shakes his helmet evidently getting aggravated.

“Where is she by the way?” you ask.

“We don’t have time for this.” he interjects, walking back down and grabbing you by the arm. You shake free “I’m not going anywhere with you if you’re going to treat me like a prisoner.” A clatter from up above draws you attention away from the conversation at hand. “You sure the kid’s not just roaming around upstairs.”

“Wait here” he exhales, disappearing briefly before returning with an unmistakable bundle.

“Anya!” you exclaim under your breath, eyes lighting up. “Impossible” you whisper as the small creature wriggles out of Mandos' arms and rushes towards you. “How?” you ask looking up. “Answer me Mandalorian” .

“The child” he responds “he brought it back to life. What?” he asks, noticing your forehead wrinkle in confusion.

“Nothing, I just thought the only people that could do that were long gone.” Perhaps you owed this child more than just a thank you for saving Anya. If he was able to give life he too was able to wield the force, your grandmother would not be happy if you left a Jedi in the arms of the empire. Knowing this you climb onto the ship with Anya.

“They’ll be a bounty on me now.” You state, sitting down in the co-pilot seat.

“Welcome to the club,” he says, jumping the ship into hyperspace.

“Let’s get a few things straight. I now understand why you traded me, and why this child must be returned safely, but do not get me wrong, we are not friends, I do not forgive you and I definitely do not trust you. I am here to repay a debt. Once I have we go our separate ways, and I never have to see beskar ever again. Got it?” He nods shifting into auto-pilot. “Good. There a shower on this thing?” you ask, your smell becoming increasingly offensive.

“Downstairs to the right.” You drop down scoping out the ship, not too shabby. You hear a clang, turning around to face the Mandalorian.

“What?” you say, concerned he’d caught you snooping.

“Here” he says, handing you a set of clothes, “should fit.” You take them, but he doesn’t move, and he’s blocking the door to the shower.

“What are you waiting for? A kiss?” You ask as you push by him into the bathroom having flustered him enough to knock him off balance. Closing the door you breathe a sigh of relief, as you lock it behind you. You get into the shower letting the water hit your face and run slowly down your body. It’s not warm, but it’s better water pressure than you’ve had in months. Looking down you see a puddle of burgundy pooling at your feet, caused by the admixture of blood, makeup and various other fluids currently coating your body. You rinse the blood and guts out of your hair scrubbing at that which had been there long enough to crust over. You wince in pain when you brush up against an old scar that must have reopened in the fight earlier today, oh well, you think, it will heal. The various wounds on your body were proof of that. After about a month of being in the rings you stopped bruising, but scarring was still a part of day to day life. They covered the markings and tattoos scattered across what was once smooth skin. Turning off the water, you step out of the shower and dry off before pulling on the black pants and long sleeve provided to you. Walking back up to the cockpit and placing Anya onto the seat you lean over the dashboard.

“Where are we going.” you ask. No reply. “Hey beskar head I asked you a question.” You say not realizing he had been staring at you. He points at the tracker sitting on the dash. “On another hunt?”

“ This was on the guy who sold me and the kid out, started beeping again while you were showering.”

“You gonna give me my weapons back?” you inquire, unsure of what the plan was.

“Still downstairs, I couldn't sell them. No one wanted them” he says locking in the coordinates and beginning his landing.

“Well I guess I was wrong Mandalorians can’t tell jokes after all. Where are we by the way”

“Tatooine home of the moisture farmers, and not the nice part”

“Think they’d choose a wetter planet to farm moisture” you say, looking out at the planet's arid landscape through the windshield. The two of you exit the cockpit and head towards the armoury.

“Careful” he says, as you reach your hand in.

“I just spent several months in combat I think I’ll be fine” you say sarcastically. You reach into the armoury, quickly pulling your hand back when the security system zaps you. “Fuck” you say bringing your hand to your mouth, as he turns off the protection. “Shut up”

“I didn’t say anything”

“But you were thinking it. So same goes.” You remove a bow and arrow, quickly realizing they weren't your originals.

“Real ones were lost in the incident, picked these up on the way to get you” he says leaning forward and removing the Anbam sniper rifle and standard issue blaster.

Anya follows the two of you out of the ship burying her nose into the sand pulling out a large bone. The Mandalorian was a man of few words so you have no idea where you were going, or what the plan was, but you were happy for the peace. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been in complete silence.

“Well, well, well.” A voice echoes. You draw your bow and the Mandalorian unholsters his blaster.

“Didn’t think you’d be back so soon and with someone so pretty.” the voice says as a figure of a tall man appears from behind a large sandstone.

“Cobb” the Mandalorian says, lowering his blaster

“Mando!” The older gentleman exclaims locking arms with the somewhat reluctant Mandalorian. You keep your bow aimed, as Anya approaches him sniffing his boots.

“And who might this be?” he asks looking at you while bending down to pet the critter.

“Ask her yourself.” Mando says, almost annoyed. Cobb was handsome, more so than most which makes you almost immediately untrusting of him. Anya seems to have taken a liking to him though so you drop the hostility for now. You lower your weapon and take his extended hand. “Cobb Vanth, i'm the marshal round these parts, Nice to meet you” he says

“y/n, and likewise” you respond, pulling your hand back.

“Where’s the kid?” Vanth asks and you see the Mandalorians' demeanor change guilt radiating off him.

“He’s gone, we're trying to find him. She’s a tracker” he says, pointing to you.

You look over at the Mandalorian, how did he know that? The two men walk in front of you, discussing the events that had unfolded a few days prior. As you make your way into the town you find yourself relaxing slightly. None of the locals looked like the kind to recognize you.

“Glad to see things have picked up since I was last here.”

“Well Mando, turns out less giant snakes makes for happier people.” Cobb says

“Funny how that works”

“C’mon, you look hungry and like you need a few drinks,” the Marshal says with a smile. “Might just run into your bounty if we’re lucky.” He throws two fingers up at the bartender, as you enter, leads you to a nearby empty booth. You thank the bartender as he brings out the food and drink.

“So who are we looking for.” The Marshal asks

“Ugly guy” Mando starts

“Well that narrows it down” you mutter earning a chuckle from the Marshal. Before he can continue describing the guy, the tracker starts to beep more consistently.

“Must be your lucky day” the marshal says coolly as an Aqualish enters into the establishment, tusks and all.

“Put your hood up” you say to the Mandalorian “he’ll recognize the armour, switch seats with me.” He obliges, pulling up the hood of his cloak as you shift over top of him so his back is now facing the door and you're sat between him and the Marshal.

“Alright looks like we’re in need of a plan” Cobb says.

“Give me 20 minutes with it, I’ll get the information” you say standing up.

“No way. Not happening. If this falls through you’re our only shot at finding the kid.” The Mandalorian says tugging you down by the back of your shirt, much to your dismay.

“Well there's always option B.” you say, pausing for a moment “you get up and he runs a mile then we're really gonna be screwed.” Seemingly having convinced the Mandalorian you were capable of getting the information needed, he agrees.

“Fine. 20 minutes, then we're coming after you.” He says. You stand up passing by the marshal and make your way over to the bar.

Mandos POV

He watches you head over, scanning the crowd for any potential threats. Even cloaked you stood out, and the odds of someone recognizing an ex-gladiator was high, especially one as successful as you. He tenses up when a Nikto approaches you. His hand subtly moves to the blaster, but not so subtly that it didn’t catch the marshals attention.

“You should relax Mando, it seems like she’s got it under control.” he says, nodding his head in your direction . He turns seeing you utter a few words to the Nikto causing it to continue on seemingly in a trance. His hand eases off the blaster and he relaxes back into his seat.

“Awfully protective” Cobb says, the Mandalorian ignores this comment, of course he was being protective, he needed you to find the child. He’s pulled out of his thoughts by a glass being dropped off at the table. Cobb throws his hand up nodding to you in thanks, the target had been acquired.

“So, where’d ya find her?” he asks, taking a sip of the drink.

“Long story.”

“Well we have twenty minutes.”

“Traded her for the child a while back she was fighting in a gladiatorial ring until about 25 hours ago.” He says as Anya settles down on the Marshal lap.

“This is quite the creature.”

“The kid saved it.”

“So that’s why she’s hanging around with your homely helmeted ass. Seriously, she looks like a fallen star.” Cobb pauses looking to his friend “Ahhh, but you’ve already noticed.” With no response the Marshal continues “Well if there’s nothing there then I’m in luck.” The helmet turns ,“A joke Mando, a joke.” The Marshal says lifting his hands up. Before he can respond the Mandalorian feels something bump against his shoulder causing him to look up just in time to see you pass by with the target in pursuit. As he watches him exit the bar he catches a glint of a small sphere, a bomb.

“dank farrik” he says, standing up and moving through the bar in pursuit.

“What happened to twenty minutes?” the Marshal shouts after him.

Your POV.

“Thanks for the drink sweetheart” the Aqualish says as you turn around, this was not your first time dealing with one, but you did hope it would be your last.

“If you’re looking to repay the favour you may be able to help me find something, I believe you’ve come across. A child. Small, green, big ears.”

The Aqualish laughs reaching its hand back for the bomb. Using the force you stay his hand a few inches away from the weapon.

“Answer me, before my patience wears thin.” You say. Patience, already wearing thin.

“Look lady I was hoping for some fun, let me go and no one has to get hurt.”

“You’re not in much of a potion to be negotiating.” You say. The unmistakable sound of a blaster going off suddenly echoes and you feel something cold and wet hit your face. You look up as the Aqualish drops to the floor standing behind him you see the Mandalorian.

“Seriously!” You say angrily, wiping the residue out of your face.

“It had a bomb.”

“I know I had it under control. Clean this up you say” pushing past him.

“Why do I…” he starts,

“Because…” you say turning on your heel to face him, “if we had done things my way there wouldn’t have been a mess to clean up at all.” you exclaim, throwing your hands up in the air, before returning to the bar.

You slump down in the booth next to the Marshal.

“How long did you put up with him for before you lost it?”

“Went well I take it.” He says offering you the remainder of his drink.

“Could have, if someone had just showed a modicum of trust.” You say taking a swig of the blue liquid.

“Seems like he trusts easy. He trusts you enough to ask for your help.”

“He doesn't trust me he needs my help, there's a distinct difference.” You say downing the rest of the drink causing Cobb to raise his eyebrows slightly opting to change the course of the conversation.

“Well I have to say you are just about the prettiest thing to show up here.” You roll your eyes, it wasn’t the first time you’d heard that. Despite this you find yourself smiling Cobb was quite charming after all.

“Thanks for keeping an eye on her, she doesn’t usually take to strangers.” You say moving in to scratch behind Anya’s ears.

“Got a way with all living things, though I find humans easier than animals.” He laughs.

“Well I’m sure that has something to do with your charm and face” you say. He’s about to respond when you both see a flash of armour leave the bar.

“Guess we’re leaving” He says offering you a hand, you take it and exit in pursuit of the Mandalorian.

“Mando!” the Marshal calls after him.

“Don’t leave on my account. I’ll be on the ship. If you’re not back by morning I'll find the child on my own.” he says continuing on his way.

“Oh don’t be jealous Mando we were just talking.” Cobb, says not making the situation any better.

Assuming you couldn’t piss him off anymore than he already was you pick up a stray rock and throw it at him. It hits the back of the helmet causing him to stop and turn around.

“Nice shot” the Cobb whispers to you looking impressed.

“Thanks” you say walking over to the Mandalorian.

“You okay Mandalorian?” you ask

“We should be looking for the kid not relaxing in a bar.”

“You’re not the only one who owes this child something, and don’t act like this wasn’t the first moment of freedom I’ve enjoyed in months.” with no reply you continue “What now? You killed our last lead.”

“I don’t know that’s why you’re here to figure it out.” He says sharply, the two of you now staring each other down.

“Well that’s my cue, Mando, always a pleasure, (y/n) lovely to meet you, if you’re ever looking for work I’m always in need of a deputy.” Cobb says, patting Anya on the head and heading off back towards town. You interrupt your glaring contest and wave goodbye to the Marshal. Having calmed down slightly, you turn back to the Mandalorian.

“Do you have something of his?”

“What?” the voice asks, even with the modulator you could tell he was frustrated.

“Of the child’s anything belonging to him?” you say suddenly feeling equally as irritated.

“It all went up…wait.” he says reaching into his pocket pulling something small and silver out.

“A toy of his” He says. You stick your hand out and he drops the small silver ball into your hand. As it makes contact with your skin you feel the emotion enveloping it. He cares greatly for this child, perhaps you had misjudged the Mandalorian. With this in mind you begin to gather stray stones placing them in a pattern on the ground using a nearby stick to trace lines in the sand.

“Are you going to summon him or something?” He asks.

“Not a witch.” you reply unsure if he’s joking or not.

You close your eyes, breathing deeply. The Mandalorian watches in awe as the rocks and sand begin to rise recreating a map of the galaxy. You open your eyes and walk over to Anya, bending down, you offer her the small metal ball which she sniffs. She begins circling the base of the galaxy stopping on the outer rim. Pulling more rocks forward you create a series of steps which Anya begins to ascend, sniffing the planets in front of her. She stops, sitting down so as to indicate she had located the scent.

“You know where that is?” you ask, looking up at the T visor which was still fixed on the map you had created. He hadn’t said anything in a while not that he ever really did, but you’d asked a question and needed an answer.

“Anyone home” you say, lifting your hand to knock on the helmet. He grabs your wrist before you can.

“No, I don’t, but I can get us there.” He says, gently releasing you. You drop the map to the floor leaving a small cloud of dust in its wake as you re-enter the ship.

“I hope you appreciate the delicacy of what I just did and the possible danger I’ve put us in.” You say, taking your seat, hoping you had made the correct choice in trusting him.

“How long have you known? That you have powers?” He asks, you smile at his choice of words.

“Since I was a child. My grandmother trained me in the way of the Jedi until she passed.”

“I’m sorry.” He says as he takes off.

“For what? you didn’t kill her.” After a prolonged period of silence you speak again. “I trust you’ll keep this between us, man of few words and all if it was to get out I'd take it very personally.” Taking his silence as understanding you breath a sign of relief. Leaning back you settle in for the upcoming journey.

#the mandolarian #mando x you #mando x reader #din dijarin x you #din djarin x you #din djarin x y/n #din djarin x reader #din dijarin x reader #din djarin #star wars #alliance #chapter 3

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reversecreek · 4 years ago

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MEET THE NPCS...

BOBBY YANG, “BIG BOB” .

1. how old are they and what do they look like?

thirty-four. implausibly tall. the day magda first saw a sketch of slenderman she thought of him. when her aunt shelly pulled up the dirt road to abernathy creek magda remembers seeing him through a dusty back window with his head bowed to avoid getting tree leaves in his eyes, joint between his lips, dungarees dirty and half unbuckled. one side of his hair is buzzed with no apparent style intention and he has a weed leaf tattooed behind his left ear. an elephant on his thigh. a name on his ankle he often wears a plaster over. once it soaked through and fell off in the creek and, newly glossy in the sun, nine year old magda reached to give it a blunt and shameless prod. big bob never explained who the name belonged to, he only reached to thumb at the minari growing by the water bed and talk about the fact it was a "versatile little sucker”.

2. if applicable, where and when did they meet your muse?

big bob introduced himself as such and magda raised her eyebrow in disbelief, the soul of a disgruntled pensioner in a seven yr old’s body. magda didn’t rly talk to anyone when she first arrived in her new home, verging on mute. she was angry at the move, angry that her dad hadn’t called her when she got there, angry that she didn’t know her mother’s voice to imagine it telling her everything was okay. the world made her so angry she didn’t want to acknowledge it. she sat outside in silence for a long time letting a ladybug crawl over her hand, and big bob didn’t ask anything of her, he only schlepped closer and presented her with a buttercup. she looked at it like it’d spat in her face but took it nonetheless. it was strange having an actual bed, if you could call a bare mattress that, used to sleeping on the sofa in shelly’s old trailer, and the springs nipped at her like a dog demanding treats, so she wandered outside in one of shelly’s big tie dye shirts like a nightdress, searching for the moon. big bob was standing out there already in the overgrown grass, stark naked, chin lifted to gawk at the moon himself. magda didn’t disturb him. this is when she first discovered his habit of naked sleepwalking. abernathy creek felt like a bird house overrun with all kinds of eccentric, squawking parakeets. it was a lot for a seven yr old to take in. this was a strange reality she’d never signed up for, swallowed by the commune to overheat inside it’s belly.

3. what kind of a presence do they have in your muse’s life? do they have a positive or negative relationship?

bob’s definitely a character. three times now he’s slipped hallucinogens into magda’s tea without her knowing under the impression that this is just harmless fun and he’s actually helping her by pushing her little boat to bob along the ocean of enlightenment, once at as young as 16. every time she realises he’s like “y’just got bobbeddddd!” and magda’s like here we go ig. told her the raw earth has healing properties to explain why he’d dug up the grass just to rub his hands in the soil and lay there like a panting, overheated dog. he’s an important component to abernathy creek and oversees a lot of the agriculture there. rigged up the irrigation system himself using copper pipes that magda suspects were stolen. the beat up camper van that’s usually parked up behind abernathy and hidden under leafy branches appeared when he did, apparently, although he insists it belongs to everyone. he leads the crusades to drive it up to the mountains and take a group of abernathy creek residents shroom picking. he’s in charge of drying them for selling, too. jack of all trades, really. magda claims not to care for him (or anyone) but she still walked out onto the grass, took his hand and lead him inside whenever she found him sleepwalking at night in her teens. once a group of kids were daring each other to get closer when he was out there and magda threw a stone so hard at one of their shin’s it split it open and made them scatter. but again, magda “does not care about him”. the jury is not convinced.

4. are they revered in irving? do they have bad blood with anyone?

honestly everyone in irving probably thinks he’s a rly strange guy and i won’t fk around. he kind of is. wears many necklaces around his neck n one is just a pouch that has a prehistoric mosquito encased in a little piece of amber inside. sometimes magda wonders if he likes to play up to his reputation by putting it on a little bit. once she saw him suddenly jerking his head like a pecking chicken and saying “g’warn GET” to scare a random middle aged hiker into galloping in the opposite direction in the trees near abernathy. has a masterful knowledge of bird songs and can imitate them all impeccably. sometimes does this instead of replying with words. never cares about the holes in his shoes where his toes poke out. always seems to be turning a rusty coin between his fingers like it helps him think. he makes moonshine that will knock u off ur feet tho which is always a good time if ur lucky enough to try it. he has a very rich n warm voice like a log fire or a gooey chocolate brownie. even with all of his oddities he sounds kind. he’s very unconventional n doesn’t abide by rules of society a lot but he’s quite funny n a good time. makes engaging smalltalk if u treat him with respect. weird but admittedly a tiny bit wonderful.

OTIS WOLFE.

1. how old are they and what do they look like?

forty-six but he looks older. the skin beneath his eyes is subtly purpled like it’s been dyed by a lick of beetroot juice. he has a very charismatic walk which doesn’t sound like it makes sense but it does to look at him. he walks everywhere buoyantly and with purpose. very high energy in his good days. lives everything in large quantities, good and bad. always used to wear a tan leather bomber jacket when magda was growing up but he forgot it w her one visit n it’s the only time she’s known him to call up two days after leaving to ask if she’d seen it. magda lied and said she hadn’t. she still has it to this day. sleeps in it on her bad days. otis has a smile so big it shines like live wires are sparking in his mouth. magda’s fingertips prickle like she’s an hour recovering from shoving a fork into a plug socket whenever she sees it. she used to think that’s what excitement felt like. that used to be true.

2. what kind of a presence do they have in your muse’s life? do they have a positive or negative relationship?

it’s very complicated. magda knows her dad isn’t a good person but she knows he isn’t a bad person either. sometimes it’s more frustrating to see things in grey because you just want something solid to take shape that u can actually put ur finger on. she finds herself perpetually stood at a fork in the road between believing in him still and deciding he’s no good. sometimes she’ll start walking in one direction only to realise it loops back on itself and she’s right back where she started. otis has given her a lot of fun “adventures”. taught her how to juggle. they stayed in a hotel on someone else’s credit card once and racked up a gargantuan tab ordering every form of room service and renting godzilla and the matrix on pay per view when she was 11. sometimes he’d use her in gimmicks where she had to lie and pretend she had a health condition so they could get a few bucks off charitable strangers on a street corner and under the veil of youth magda found playing up these roles funny because who would ever believe that? wasn’t everyone in the world so stupid except them? it was nice being part of his team. his “little wolfie”. but then a lot of things weren’t nice either. he’s left her stranded on the side of the road with nowhere to go on more than one occasion. he’s passed out in motel corridors and she’s had to lug him into a bed. he’s forgotten almost every birthday apart from one where he sent a card with five dollars inside and handwriting so squiggly she could tell he was drunk when he wrote it. he doesn’t know she likes to sing because he’s only ever listened when he’s fallen asleep. otis is all of magda’s heart and that’s why sometimes she likes to forget that it’s beating.

3. are they revered in irving? do they have bad blood with anyone?

he’s very flighty n rarely in irving any more tbh but was more when magda was younger n his visits were a little less sporadic. probably owes a bunch of people money for some reason or another. smashed up fannie’s recently when he turned up drunk and got ahead of himself on a giddy n frenzied rampage in the name of “fun” n “just having a laugh”. magda’s aunt shelly really doesn’t get on with her brother n thinks he’s a complete deadbeat waste of space n resents him a lot for the impact he’s had on magda. magda remembers being little and peeking through a crack in shelly’s trailer door when he turned up drunk one time to collect her for a visit n shelly wouldn’t let him in. something along the lines of “you don’t give a rat’s ass about that little girl” and “she worships you, y’know that? most of the time, you don’t even remember her name”. magda crept back onto the sofa and pretended to be asleep by the time she came inside.

4. if your muse is no longer in contact with them, how did the relationship end? did your muse get closure over this?

magda slowly stopped trying to keep in contact over the years. it got embarrassing trying so hard when she didn’t get much back. like pushing a boulder all the way up a hill only to watch it roll back down again. it’s probably contributed a lot towards magda’s inability to really try with people like she should, especially when her heart’s involved. she doesn’t want to be humiliated again. magda hasn’t spoken to her dad in person in almost a year. they had a phone call about seven months back but it turned out to be a butt dial and he hung up because he was in the middle of a conversation at some bar about the moon landing conspiracy. magda’s playlist that i have for her is called “a rodeo clown in a revolving door” which is basically the role otis serves in magda’s life. always in and out. never constant. gone more than he’s there, especially lately. idk if magda will ever get closure over that. she certainly hasn’t now. pouts my fuckable lips to the side w a hand on hip and triple f’s prominent.

#irvingtask002 #magda | muse #drugs tw #alcoholism tw #i said i was gna do hunter too but i simply just dnt have the energy i wont lie. so big bob n otis are all i have to present...... holds ban #omg. bang.#mayb i do more editions of this task for magda in future bc #i have hunter n shelly tht i wna write up....

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Scarlet Crossroads:

Chapter 2: Breaking The Ice

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It felt like hours before most of the exam contestants arrived. Of course, you happened to be exceptionally early, being only examinee 113.

You wish you could’ve said waiting was boring, but a few of the other examinee’s made it extremely difficult to settle down.

There was a wide variety of other characters, their personalities most likely to clash further into the exam, dragging you into the crossfire.

One man stood out to you. He was short, rather full looking, and had an ugly ass beard. Maybe he was a child… seeing as he certainly acted like one. This child of a man was Examinee #16, Tonpa the Rookie Crusher.

It was obvious to you that he was bad news. I mean, he reeked of mold and broccoli. (Well, you thought it was broccoli, but you could’ve been wrong on that. You were hoping, no praying, that it wasn’t the case.

He shifted uncomfortably underneath your stare, somehow growing nervous as he tried to speak. It seemed your aura was suffocating him, how typical.

Anyone who isn't strong enough to withstand it seemed to have that reaction. This just proved he was up to no good.

Your Nen Ability was something close to a Trump Card of sorts. No one would know it existed until it was too late. This poor man had already succumbed to it though, seeing as he was choking on his words.

With a quick inhale, your aura dispersed, leaving the short man to choke on the air that shot into his throat.

“You run a mile or something? Asthma?” You said curiously, a sly smirk seemed to pick at your lips, a laugh growing in your throat.

“No, no! I’m just thirsty! About that, what about a drink? You must be thirsty from your way here? What about we become pals? My name's Tonpa! How about you girly?”

Ew, okay gross. Did this man just call you.. girly? Yeah no, he’s not worthy enough to hold your drink, much less give you one.

With that conclusion, you gave him a forced smile, your eyes narrowing as you stared him down. “That’s really nice of you to offer, but I don’t take things from strangers.”

“Oh huh, really? That’s too bad!” He thought aloud, his expression faltering as he paid close attention to your expression. With each second your eyes got darker, the sides of your mouth twitching as you grew aggravated. Damn, something was up with you. “Your mother must be proud! The whole ‘Stranger Danger’ lesson worked huh?”

“Ah.” You paused, your smile dropping. Looks like the muscles in your face were sore now. Just great. “I didn’t have a mother.” You spoke calmly as you shifted your weight to the other leg, looking down at your fingernails.

With that realization, his eyes almost poked out of his head. He began to spew apologies, falling to the ground in a bow. It was painfully obvious that it was a forced reaction, but you took pleasure in watching him kneel. Okay maybe that’s coming off as too strong? Yeah, maybe it was just funny to you.

With that, you turned on your heel, signaling him off with a mere wave of your hand. Damn old men, they really did freak you out. Usually Chrollo or the Troupe would’ve killed him on sight, but they weren’t with you. The familiar faces began to run through your mind, distracting you from the small white blurr standing in front of you.

In a split second, you could feel your aura activate itself as you collided with another examinee. As if it didn’t startle you, the small kid seemed to be falling off his board. Everything seemed to slow down for you, his surprised face turned into one of anger, and his pupils locked with yours.

You quickly shot out your hand, grabbing his wrist, holding him up so he wouldn’t fall on his back. His skateboard flipped in the air, but it seems he had already caught it. You thought to yourself, ‘Hey that was kind of cool’, and let go of his small wrist.

He shifted uncomfortably, his hair covering his blushing face, his hands clamping up into small fists. “Hey why don’t you watch where you’re going?! If I was someone else, you would’ve been dead the minute you touched me! But you got lucky this time, I don’t really want to pick a fight with anyone just yet.” He smiled confidently to himself, laying his board back onto the ground, his left foot pushing it back and forth. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t come after you, you old hag! Man, people like you won’t ever pass this exam! Especially when you can’t even walk without bumping into people?!”

You didn’t even get to open your mouth before he jumped back on his board, weaving through the crowd, blowing the small strands of hair from his face.

What a spoiled brat. Who the hell does he think he is? Telling you that you won’t pass the exam? Hell, you’d blow through this thing like it’s nothing. All you had to do was get your hunters license, and then shove it into that kids face.

Yeah, sounds simple enough.

That declaration of yours was made almost an hour ago, and now, waiting was getting old. For said hour, you’ve been sitting against the wall, playing with a small rubix cube. Instead of its natural colored squares, small little pieces of duct tape covered the surface. What was written on said tape, were the names of each troupe member.

You remembered Pakunoda spending an hour just writing the names down, wanting them to be spelled perfectly so you could read them correctly. This was years ago, probably when you were nearing age 5, the withered adhesives almost giving up.

Seeing as there were no school opportunities for you, Pakunoda mostly took charge of your education, wanting you to be as smart as possible. She really was motherly in a way, even when she denied it.

Her teaching certainly worked its wonders. Even though you came off as an idiot, your mind worked faster than what was natural. You could tell peoples moves before they even acted them out, which seemed to help greatly in the troupe’s line of work.

It seems they raised you to be a Phantom Troupe member, the spider tattoo being embedded in your mind, almost like a nightmare. It was truly Ironic, considering that you hated the very idea of joining the Spiders.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of the elevator, and the doors slowly opened to reveal a group of three.

They were oddly fitting for a friend group. One of them was obviously a child, his innocent face matched his horrible sense of fashion. Next to him was a rather greasy... business man? He looked to be at least in his late twenties? It was an understatement to say that his limbs were of average length, because damn, those arms were long.

Your eyes then glanced over to his other partner. He was shorter, but much younger looking. He looked to be your age, which was very exciting for you. You never had a friend that was actually close to your age. Maybe you’d sneak in a word or two during this?

The longer you stared, the more you noticed about him. He had blonde hair that stopped right behind his ear, his eyes were soft, a calming grey color. If you stared at them any longer you were sure to get lost. It sounded cheesy, but you ignored that thought.

To be honest, everything about him screamed Mom friend, almost reminding you of Pakunoda in a way.

You watched as Beans, the Secretary that approached you not too long ago, gave them their badges. They were numbers; 403, 404, and 405.

They were likely the last ones to get here, which was good news in your book. Finally, the Hunter Exam was about to begin!

A few more minutes passed, and you shifted uncomfortably as you watched Tonpa walk up to the group. You didn’t necessarily care about the two older ones, but the kid seemed to bother you.

That’s when you decided to take your chances and try to rescue the trio. As you thought to yourself, you figured you most likely wouldn’t make it in time to stop them from drinking it, so you did the next best thing.

Your mind spewed apologies as you looked down at the rubix cube that resembled your childhood. With one last glance, you lined it up with the kids' drink. With a strong over handed throw, it spiraled towards the can, completely tearing through the thin metal.

Juice had sprayed all over Tonpa’s face, it’s orange contents seeping into his clothes. Maybe, just maybe, that would help him smell better.

With a quick smile, you cautiously jogged over. You held up one hand, waving as you came in peace. The closer you got, the more you noticed the blonde boy’s eyes. They seemed empty almost, like they were hiding something behind them. Tough childhood huh? You could relate.

You stopped as you got in front of them, rubbing the back of your neck as an act of nervous behavior. Good act. Keep it up. “So sorry guys, sometimes I forget I’m surrounded by other people! I kinda just threw it y'know?”

“That was… so cool!” The smaller boy piped in, his eyes adorned in admiration. “My names Gon! Gon Freccs! What’s your name?”

“Oh.” You were generally surprised by his positivity, seeing as you just knocked his source of hydration from his hands. “The names Y/N.” You held out your hand, taking the kids palm in yours. “Sorry for spilling your drink.. but I can’t say it was purely an accident. This guy has been trying to mess with people, I just felt like I had to warn you.”

With that, the blonde boy and his accomplice poured their drinks out, a disgusted look on their faces.

“Oh really? I thought it smelled weird! I’m glad to know I wasn’t having allergies or something!” Gon muttered the last part, rubbing the surface of his index finger underneath his nose, as if to wipe something off.

You nodded, a small smile reaching your lips. “Well Gon, and his…” you paused for a minute, your eyes meeting the blonde boys. “Accomplices? Besties…? Caretakers?”

“Friends is a better word.” The grey eyed boy said quickly. “My name is Kurapika, and this?” He gestured with his hands, pointing at Leorio’s stomach. “This is Leorio.”

“I think I can introduce myself, you damn blonde!” Leorio interrupted him, yelling in his face, his finger pointing into Kurapika’s chest.

“Oh, it’s quite alright. Seeing as I got it the first time” You said quickly, not wanting to hear it again.

You ignored the taller man as he started to spew nonsense, most of its contents having to do with insults directed towards you. Your small smile seemed to falter, suddenly remembering the very item you had used to save them was not in your hands.

That’s when your eyes dropped to the floor, searching for the old rubix cube that contained most of your memories of home. You felt your heart spike, the feeling of disappointment taking over.

On the outside you remained stoic, your shoulders merely shrugging as you let out a small groan of annoyance. “Damn, I lost that old thing again?”

“What thing?” Gon interjected, standing on his tippy-toes as he rocked back and forth. “You mean that toy?”

You cringed, your teeth grinding together as you glared him down. “That ‘thing’ is not a toy, it’s something very important to me.”

“Must not be ‘very important’ if you throw it at people.” Leorio retorted, rolling his eyes as he adjusted his suit sleeve. Why he wore it to an exam was beyond you.

“Well, no matter how important it is, I’m sure you’d like it back?” Kurapika cut Leorio off, trying to prevent whatever fight was about to break out between the two of you.

“Huh?” You broke your gaze with Leorio, only to meet the cold, empty eyes of Kurapika. “Well of course I’d want it back. It is mine after all.”

Leorio started to grow annoyed, most likely with the fact that you were ignoring him. “Hey! Don’t give him that crappy attitude! We’re being nice to you, so don’t overstay your welcome!”

“..You make it sound like I’m at your house.” You looked to him, your face forming into a scowl.

This sent the overdressed man into a blushing mess, his words coming out as broken stutters, his hands fumbling with the hems of his suit. It seems he did that a lot.

“Please ignore him.” Kurapika sighed, obviously embarrassed by his friend’s behavior. “But regarding the object of discussion, I think you should have it back.” With that, he reached his hand out, your rubix cube in his hand.

Your eyes quickly rushed down towards it, your hands quickly snatching from his own, scared that if you touched him, he’d know everything about you.

You let out a soft sigh of relief, putting the cube back in your small bag. Unbeknownst to you, the tape that once held your brother's name, was now somewhere along the ground.

“Thanks.” You muttered, your fingers tingling from where they had brushed against his. “..So, why not break the ice a little? Why are you guys trying to become Hunters?”

The small child opened his mouth to answer, but it seems it was cut short by a blood curdling scream.

You all turned your heads to the noise, being greeted by the sight that was Hisoka.

It seems someone had bumped into him, seeing as they were now in a fetal position on the ground, their arms missing as they disintegrated into little flowers. At least the flowers were pretty.

If matters couldn’t get any more interesting, the large door that you presumed was a wall opened, revealing who looked to be an Examiner.

He wore an all purple suit, his white hair almost looking like a soft lavender. His mustache seemed to cover his mouth, hiding whatever lurked inside of it. His name didn’t matter to you, frankly, none of these people did.

Atleast, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

TYSM FOR READING GUYS!!!!!! ALSO WHAT DO YOU THINK READER’S NEN ABILITY IS????? WGAJDHJWdAJDHkjshdkJhd

I HOPE THIS WAS ENOUGH tO SATISFY YOU THIS WEEK UMMMMMM!!!! LUCILFER READER AND KURAPIKA JUST HAD THEIR IINTRoDuctION TO EACHOTHER SO!!!

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Unus Annus - November

354. Accepting the Truth, 6:11, 2.8M (Nov 1st) - While sitting by the pool, Mark and Ethan announce that a livestream will happen on the 13th so that the audience can join them in reminiscing over the past year and watching the channel be deleted live.

355. The Unus Annus Last Supper, 26:58, 2.6M (Nov 2nd) - Amy creates a 7 course meal for Mark and Ethan based on various past videos. This includes eggnog with bug biscuits, them having 3 minutes to eat a raw onion and edible items of a mature nature.

356. Being Brutally Honest with Each Other, 26:14, 2.2M (Nov 3rd) - Mark and Ethan reflect on how well they have worked together during the course of the channel’s run. Some things that were revealed consisted of them having to re-evaluate their communication after the wall punch, Mark committing to bits even if they start going a little far and how Ethan could build his acting skills. There is a heartfelt moment where Ethan expresses how grateful he is to have Mark as a friend and someone to learn off of, which ends in tears.

357. Recreating Every Single Unus Annus Video, 45:11, 3.2M (Nov 4th) - Amy reads out the title of videos in chronological order while Mark and Ethan do something quick to re-enact that video. Alexa misinterprets a command, some episode segments are just them wondering who came up with the titles and Amy gets confused by a few titles that state she shouldn’t know about them.

358. All Our Video Ideas That Never Happened, 25:13, 1.8M (Nov 5th) - They discuss the videos that never were, including potential collabs, things the pandemic prevented from happening and ideas that were best left not attempted.

359. Who’s Cutting Onions In Here???, 22:24, 2M (Nov 6th) - The two of them spend the entire video cutting onions and talking about the channel. They discuss their expectations when they started the channel, how they were affected by the deaths of family members and how they would like to die.

360. The 1st Annual Unus Annus Roast, 16:41, 1.7M (Nov 7th) - On Twitter, they invited the viewers to send in their roasts. They just laugh at most of them but a few they roast the poster back. One of the cameras produced corrupted footage so they had to lipsync at times.

361. God’s Fitness Test, 22:58, 1.9M (Nov 8th) - Along with their personal trainers, they form two teams which consist of Mark and Alex vs Ethan and Andre. They do push ups where you have to have all four limbs airborne during part of it, a burpee hybrid, a race where Mark and Ethan carry their trainers on their backs, weightlifting with squats and a sprinting challenge.

362. Saying Goodbye to All Our Guests, 39:44, 2.2M (Nov 9th) - Mark and Ethan call up some of the people they’ve worked with in videos over the past year to thank them. Upon learning The Basement LA (where they did the escape room in December) was in financial trouble due to the pandemic, they offer to donate the ad revenue from the escape room video to help them out.

363. Everything’s Legal If You’re Dead, 24:50, 2.2M (Nov 10th) - Mark and Ethan attempt to make breakfast with sex toys again. However, this time they steal the products they got from the shop and Mark’s lawyer Ryan tries to discourage them from their plans of insurance fraud.

364. 7 Minutes in Heaven | 7 Minutes in Hell, 12:41, 1.9M (Nov 11th) - In new inflatable saunas, they are sent to Heaven and Hell with items previously featured in past videos. Ethan goes to Heaven where he receives the scent of essential oils, kiwis, a cupping session using a mouth instead of the cups and wax on his face. Mark, meanwhile, is subjected to Hell where the aromatherapy is of the onion variety, his mouth is filled with hot dogs and the straw his dogs may have used as a toilet is laid at his feet.

365. The Unus Annus Annual Sleepover, 17:17, 2.3M (Nov 12th) - Ethan goes to Mark’s home to spend the night. They shoot cans while the other hides behind the targets, make popcorn as well as friendship bracelets and play truth or dare. Ethan decorates his bracelet for Mark with 'My Pal Annus' while Mark puts 'EEF' inbetween Takis that had been in his mouth. Towards the end, the two of them share a glass of champagne before settling down for the night. At various points, the signature ticking sound is heard.

366. Goodbye., 12:00:00, 1M (Nov 13th - Nov 14th) - This is the farewell livestream. The two of them sit with a television that displays the timer inbetween them. Throughout the 12 hours, they show the editors’ highlight reels, watch and comment on a few videos, look through fanart and memes as well as welcome guests. When there’s around 3 hours to go, Ethan gets 00:00:00 tattooed on his left arm by DanielleSkyeee. They promise that if the stream receives 1 million likes, they will reveal the inside of their coffin and possibly get inside. With less than an hour to go, this does indeed happen, with the fake eulogies making them emotional and the coffin is dubbed the ‘Cry Box’. As the hours become not only minutes but seconds, Mark, Ethan and Amy gather around the laptop so they can press the delete button together. The clock finally reaches 00:00:00, leaving the audience with a black screen as well as a channel that no longer exists.

1. Unus Annus, 1:52, 10M (Nov 15th) - Introductory video explaining the premise of the channel.

2. Cooking with Sex Toys, 12:42, 4.6M (Nov 15th) - The guys buy a bunch of sex toys and use them to make some bacon, eggs and pancakes. Towards the end, someone spots Mark being fed while wearing a gag.

3. Purging Our Sins with a Neti Pot, 11:18, 4.8M (Nov 16th) - They clear their noses with Neti Pots, essentially flooding it and triggering a drowning sensation. Towards the end, the spiral screen appears where Mark and Ethan thank the audience for their initial reaction to the channel, which lead to the intro video becoming #1 on trending. They announce that if the channel reaches 1 million subscribers within a week, a viewer who helped spread the word will be hand delivered the button. Otherwise, Mark will have his nipples pierced.

4. Hot Dog'd To Death, 11:18, 3.3M (Nov 17th) - They attempt to eat 60 hot dogs in 10 minutes. Ethan struggles to work out how long 360 seconds is. The are certain Chica could beat Joey Chestnut's record of 71 any day.

5. Making Our Own Sensory Deprivation Tank, 13:44, 2.7M (Nov 18th) - They filled a pool with salts, blindfold themselves and put headphones on. To mess around, they pretend to try drown each other.

6. The Good Kind of Cupping, 11:59, 2.7M (Nov 19th) - They attempt cup stacking. Mark is better at it than Ethan. The two of them end up trying to walk on all fours while wearing the cups like some sort of cryptid. This is also where they announce the winner of the 1M play button (Kingkasuma 2.0). The next challenge is also announced, get it to 2M subs within a week so a viewer has the chance to meet Mark and Ethan while appearing in a video or Ethan will destroy the Barrel with a bat.

7. The Bad Kind of Cupping, 13:36, 8.8M (Nov 20th) - Mark and Ethan place suction cups on each other. At one point, Ethan is unable to detach a cup and gets very stressed about it.

8. The Worst Kind of Cupping, 10:17, 3.1M (Nov 21st) - They react to Two Girls, One Cup before trying to see if they can find out where the girls are now. This is Mark’s first time watching it and he does not have a good time.

9. Ethan Will Be Kicked in the Balls, 7:30, 4.2M (Nov 22nd) - They plan to use those inflatable balls that you can run around in. Ethan struggles to inflate his so he goes to a shop to ask they can help him with a pump. The staff are nice and chuck it to him via a window. He reaches his car, only to realise he can't fit it in without deflating it a little. Ethan does indeed get kicked in the balls at the end.

10. Doing Each Other's Makeup in the Dark, 12:08, 2.2M (Nov 23rd) - Mark and Ethan blindly apply makeup to one another. There is a risk of blackface when Mark gets into the bronzer but Amy is able to warn him to be careful. Ethan uses blush for its intended purpose and as lipstick. When they look at themselves in a mirror, he compares himself to the little girl wearing makeup while in a carseat. You can tell Amy is the one editing due to her written comments.

11. Baby Hands Operation, 8:29, 2.7M (Nov 24th) - Mark and Ethan assemble and then play Operation while wearing baby hands. When Calamity Pete's buzzing annoys them, they begin waterboarding him and are only able to remove the foreign object after hitting him hard enough to accidentally project the piece. This is where the 'Oh My Fucking God' meme originates.

12. Mark and Ethan Summon a Ghost, 18:02, 4M (Nov 25th) - This is framed as a kind of found footage documentary. While at Ethan’s home, they form a pentagram out of candles before playing Bloody Mary and Charlie Charlie. It ends with them getting attacked by a ghost.

13. 2 Truths and 1 Lie -- Waxing Edition, 16:49, 4.5M (Nov 26th) - They play 2 truths and a lie where getting it wrong means a body part gets waxed. The body part is determined by a spinning randomiser wheel. Korea is mentioned during both times the spinner lands on pubic hair.

14. Poopsie Sparkly Critters (a slime surprise...), 12:24, 4.3M (Nov 27th) - Mark and Ethan buy Poopsie Sparkly Critters, a toy that will eject slime from either their butt (poop) or mouth (spit). They play around with the toys, adding glitter to the slime as instructed. This is the first time ‘Martha Maywho’ (Martha May Whovier from The Grinch Who Stole Christmas) is mentioned.

15. Play-Doh Thanksgiving, 10:35, 2.2M (Nov 28th) - They create a thanksgiving meal with only Play-Doh. A tray full of ‘food’ that are the appropriate colours is created, including a tiny live turkey made by Ethan. A mega turkey is also made using a conglomerate of the remaining Play-Doh. Mark and Ethan then sample their creation.

16. Helium Therapy, 14:55, 3.3M (Nov 29th) - The two of them inhale helium then discuss various topics, including how they’d kill each other, childhood misadventures and their romantic pursuits involving an abundance of Abigails (plus a Sarah).

17. Drawing Memes from Memory, 10:53, 2.6M (Nov 30th) - With drawing pads and scented coloured markers, Mark and Ethan attempt to draw old memes with Amy telling them their prompts.The ‘This is fine’ dog, dat boi, Rebecca Black, dancing baby, the Numa Numa guy, dikbutt, condescending Willy Wonka and trollface all make an appearence. They spend nearly as much time sniffing the markers as they do drawing.

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