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[artem1sc0re]

I’m bored and exams are temporarily over for me sooo (also just something whilst I work on an edit because yes I think it’s a better way to use my time)

Watch dogs characters and their favourite sweets or chocolate (except it’s based off of my own favourites)

(Lovingly discussed with my partner)

Watch Dogs 1:

Aiden Pearce - milk chocolate coins

- There’s something about the slow pacing of opening two foiled sides of a coin to eat the chocolate that makes me think he’d like them

- probably was his favourite part about Christmas as a kid; he seems like he got them in his stocking a lot of the time

Jordi Chin - strawberry pencils

- depending where you get them, the flavour/taste fluctuates. Like the way he fluctuates when it comes to choosing sides (cough cough watch dogs act 5)

- he seems like he’d like to shuffle between stores to change up the taste. Makes for easy elimination and helps him know what stores do the best pencils.

Clara Lille - raspberry ruffles

- vibes

- she’d probably be a sucker for certain types of dark chocolate

Raymond Kenney - Haribo giant strawberries

- Me when I project onto my fav characters

- I feel like frewer introduced him to them and he stayed away from them in the past but then he picked them back up and has been in love with them since

Tobias Frewer - digestives milk chocolate hobnobs

- similar to some of the other headcanons, it’s the vibe really. He definitely gives off an oatmeal kind of biscuit

- he’d probably eat it to spite those who hate it but then ends up liking them

Defalt - millions (sweets)

- the sweet sticks to you and is difficult/annoying to get out of your mouth when you chew too much. Now associate it with his character and you’ll see why I chose it /lh /j

- he seems like a gum chewer and these feel like a good substitute for him if he doesn’t have any

Nicole Pearce - Bounty (chocolate)

- I have no explanation for this one but she seems like she’d like coconut flavoured things

- was definitely one of her favourite chocolates back when she lived in Northern Ireland (assuming that they emigrated to Chicago during their teens)

Watch Dogs 2

Marcus Holloway - Cadbury marvellous creations jelly popping candy chocolate

- he really likes the jelly parts in the chocolate and finds it entertaining to just try and find them when taking a piece and feeling accomplished when he finds a jelly, feeling ecstatic when he finds more than one in the singular chocolate piece

Sitara Dhawan - sour tongue painters

- It’s the vibe of the sweet in general really that just made me instantly think ‘Sitara’; might be the whole ‘corner shop’ vibe they’ve got to them or the sour but gradually sweet taste they have

Horatio Carlin - strawberry laces

- Simple guy, simple snack. Makes sense.

Wrench & Josh Sauchak - Candy sticks

- The both of them are absolute FIENDS for them

- Wrench is the one more likely to pick a fight to try and steal them if Josh has a packet

- Wrench always gets the temporary tattoos that come with them

Watch Dogs Legion

- Dalton Wolfe - Cadbury chocolate mini rolls (specifically the ones with raspberry jam)

- he absolutely loves them and loves when there’s 10 packs on sale. Definitely brought them over to the dedsec hideout at one point but then stopped when all of them were gone in a day and he didn’t get a single one

- Sabine Brandt - Popping candy

- everyone hates it but she seems like she’d treat the popping sound like white noise

- Bagley - Liquorice allsorts

- he’s never had sweets but he’ll say his favourite is liquorice just to cause an outrage amongst the resistance

- Skye Larsen - lemon refreshers

- as much as I’d like to spread the agenda of my love for chewy sweets and just the habit chewing in general and proceeding to project that, I feel like she’d consume them in a strange way; and by that I mean swallowing it whole without chewing on it

- She probably has a strange talent outside of computers for swallowing sweets whole

- she just gives off the vibe of a refresher idk why

- Nowt - candy floss

- no character reason really because as of writing this I have not finished legion, neither have I finished her contracts. This is just based off of her vibes

- Kaitlin Lau - Haribo supermix

- is a bit of a mixed bag, with the variety of choices to choose from

- uses them as an excuse to teach herself decision making skills due to this

- seems like shed organise them based on their sweet

- Emily Child - Coca Cola flavoured tic tacs

- she’d stand on the point that tic tacs are breath refreshers and you can’t change her mind on it

- she seems like she’d like Coca Cola as a drink too

[iamlisteningto]

Shed’s Towards East

[fantasylandbitch]

Playlists to relax and write to

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

[beckiboos]

And then STILL NOT HAVE SEX

Gale - Gods I’m horny right now after that fight. I could really go for sex in about 7-10 working days

I still can't believe Gale stops to talk after a battle just to tell Tav - in front of all the other companions, mind you - that he just got incredibly horny watching them fight.

[sairceketli]

gözyaşı ve hüzün

[audiomoods]

letting the rain dissolve my soul - nowt

[parisoonic]

Hello! I don't know if you do requests, but could you draw Medic wearing Heavy's shirt? Maybe in the morning, he's stole it!

I know you probably wanted something soppy but this is what my horrible brain thought of.

[distant--shadow]

non fanart post over on pillowfort

[ace-and-the-rpg-horrors]

absolutely crazy to me that there's people who genuinely think that Crystal is the meaner one when it comes to her arguments with Edwin

at one point, my girl opened up about how she felt trapped by the demon who had violated her, and Mr Edwin Payne over here was like, "well, now you know how we feel!1!1!" in regards to the poor lass just having to tag along with them because she's got no memories, no clue who she is, and nowhere to go. be fucking for real

[annagaw]

Stop staring at me, Granger, I’m trying to study.

[no-tengo-ojos]

I'm going to a trans-rights protest today and I don't have a flag but I do have a TMAGP shirt so hopefully that should be enough

[zorostitties]

i know some people are really into yandere like ok to each their own be as kinky as you wish my monarch. but then i see yandere fics of characters SO aggressively NOT yandere that i'm like. are we serious babes

[scary-month]

wait let me post more serious art. Hi tumblr! i rotate between emulating the style and using my regullar style

[all-or-nothing-baby]

the way so many ppl just don't get a transmasc queer guy wanting to wear makeup and jewellery etc. i mean, even if you leave out the whole nonbinary part of the equation (if that's just a step too far for your gender binary-wired brain to comprehend), is it really so difficult for you to understand that i would still enjoy wearing this makeup and jewellery etc if i had been born with a dick and balls? like have you ever seen any queer men ever? do even you have eyes?

[ochrearia]

Cozy Solitude (Yet Not So Alone)

Eventually I will be able to write something for every BF in the RGBFverse and then I will finally stop feeling guilty for not being able to write everyone. Today isn't that day sadly. And there is, of course, something to be said in this. A little bit of truth of how YS acts or talks that isn't really him, but me instead. Eggshells or whatever

BFs in this one-shot: Biff (PoPr!BF, mine), Peacock (sfa!BF, Shed's), Bee (S2!BF, Isaac's), Yourself (YS)

Maybe the crisp bite of the cold wasn’t too bad in some situations. It wasn’t like YS was ever going to seek out being cold while in his right mind- (And he does have to specify that because he’s forced himself to be cold before when his mental state was way off a deep end.) But there were some upsides, despite them being things that he could literally just ask for if he had the balls. Which he normally didn’t so who’s fault was that really? His, it was his. There was some fucked up joke to be made here that he ripped something else off along with his wings that day.

He wasn’t going to be making that joke.

But it was fine. In the absence of his wings now he had brothers. And after the stupid shit he pulled last night there was, of course, no future where YS would get away with it every day. Because there were too many brothers and only one of him. He was bound to be caught and victimized sooner or later. It was just ironic that it happened to be the evening right after his night of numerous failed warmies attempts.

Three of them were here. And, honestly, not quite the three he’d first expect. Biff, of course, because it was basically impossible for YS to avoid that fucker when they’d grown so close so fast. And since they were around each other the longest, the connection they had was also strongest. He had to wonder if Biff maybe felt the sting of being hopelessly cold in his dreams last night. He hoped not.

The other two, though, weren’t YS’s first assumptions, but he was in no way complaining. Peacock was here, and Bee was here. And of course they were always welcome. Everyone was welcome. YS just didn’t have the courage to ever ask for it first. He felt guilty that he essentially had to hope and pray that they would figure it out first so he didn’t have to try and fail to do it on his end, because he would sooner tear his heart right out of his damn chest and crush it so it would stop aching so damn much out of sheer fear. Over asking.

“Does overthinking help with the warmth thing too or are you just being a dumbass?” Biff snarked.

Shithead.

Normally cuddle piles would be observed as such on his shitty living room couch with equally shitty cable TV running as background noise for them all to immediately ignore in favor of each other’s attention. But today was tiring, because YS hadn’t really slept the night before due to the cold. Cyber’s gift only helped for a few minutes at a time. It was too small for him to use as a reliable heat source, and while he could’ve probably used his shapeshifting to shrink for less surface area, he’d been shivering too much last night to even focus long enough on the idea of using his magic. So he hadn’t.

“I am actually just never allowed to have a conscious thought anymore, according to Biff.” YS bemoaned, though he was joking. “Fuck you, YS. Don’t think. Don’t breathe either, while you’re at it, dumbass.”

“That is LITERALLY not what I said.”

“Keep fighting, it’s very entertaining.” Peacock cut in to joke. “Got that brotherly arguing enrichment while I try and fail to fall asleep here.”

“You’re failing to fall asleep?” Bee mumbled from his spot. “I can barely fucking stay awake over here…”

Right. They weren’t on the couch this time because YS hadn’t the energy to even move to the other room. He’d been found like a pathetic wet cat, curled up in his bed shivering and whining about it being cold. And none of them dared to move him, so they were piled on top of each other on his bed. YS, of course, on the bottom. The other three just found any spot they could that also doubled as either lying on top of him, or right next to him. Surrounding his body with warmth that he desperately wished he could just make on his damn own.

“Overthinking does not, in fact, help the warmth thing, and also fuck you because that wasn’t what I was doing.” YS continued with a sniff. “God fucking forbid I have a thought longer than two seconds about a thing I could have done at some point in my past. That’s not overthinking, that’s just hindsight.”

“That is basically the same thing when it comes to you.” Biff batted back, shoving his face closer into YS’s side. “You think, and you think, about everything, literally every second of your living life if you could. And I think you do. Thinking about it all, because what if it was done wrong, or what if you made the wrong choice, what if something you said could’ve been worded better, a better choice, a better action. You are always thinking, man. And it’s some sort of godly miracle that you manage to keep those emotional walls up all the damn time while doing it. I think I would blow up.”

“I didn’t ask for a therapy session.” YS grumbled, looping his arm tighter around Biff. “I’m cold and my thoughts are slow as hell anyway. I didn’t sleep and I spent so much energy shivering because my stupid shit body doesn’t like to make heat. There is something fundamentally wrong with me.”

YS was fibbing about the heat thing. Only because he hadn’t told Bee yet about what he was, and today was not going to be the day for it. He was too tired and too grouchy.

“You still could’ve called one of us, man.” Peacock insisted. The fellow angel had taken residence sprawled over top YS, head laid gently on top of his chest. “There’s about… uh… too many of us now. Chances are one of us would’ve been awake. Chances are all of us would’ve been willing to help you.”

“All of you wouldn’t.” YS shrugged. “And I’m not saying that to be a dick. I am nowhere near close enough to some of the others compared to you three. And I’m very sure there’s actually still a few of us that actively dislike me. One I am certain of.  Few I might just be, I don’t know, assuming, but it’s hard for me to believe that I’m on good terms with that handful when my attempts so far have been disastrous blunders that ended up pushing them away in the moment. Because I’m stupid.”

There were a few scenarios in particular he was thinking about. Though he didn’t really want to even have them in mind. Thinking about them made YS sad. If he couldn’t get it all right on the first attempt then what was even the point? It was so much easier to fuck it all up than to rebuild it. He certainly wouldn’t have the energy to be perfect until it started warming up outside, and that was going to take months. But if he also didn’t even try, then what sort of impression was that going to leave on those he was walking on actual eggshells with?

He had to be the one to fix everything, didn’t he?

“You’re not stupid.” Bee frowned. Bee had taken the spot on YS’s other side. They really were all working together to surround him with warmth on every possible side. “I get the whole assumption thing, though. It’s like… having no object permanence, I think. Unless it’s with someone you have had long enough to learn you’re okay with, you’re always assuming you’re on thin ice with them?”

YS blanched. “I… yeah. I guess that’s a good way to put it. Everyone after Blue, I guess, I’m just… I don’t know. I don’t think I’ve done enough yet to earn feeling secure around them.”

“Understandable.” Biff said gently. “Though, hey, there was a time where that cutoff was even shorter. Shit, the cutoff used to be just me, didn’t it? And now it’s at Blue, at least, so you’re working on it. It takes time, man. Things change and shit.”

“I’m glad I’m inside the threshold for certain at least.” Peacock said with a grin. “Means I don’t have to necessarily worry about annoying you by showing up. Or saying some stupid shit, because let’s be real, we all do that. It’s nice to know where I stand with you, is what I’m saying. And you should know where you stand with me just by how willing I am to keep you trapped here and be physically affectionate. I don’t care about much. But the things I do care about get as much dedication as I could possibly give. You can figure out where you fall.”

YS let out a chuckle. “Yeah, okay, I got the memo. Thank you. I suppose the only people so far I feel like I don’t actively need to seek reassurance from anymore are Biff, Beef, and Boyf, though I’m not gonna complain about it if they want to repeat it. With you two, Beefer, and Blue, I think I still need to hear it confirmed from time to time. But maybe it will be different soon.”

YS paused, thinking before continuing.

“Cyber is. A special case. I know he cares about me by the way he acts when I’m around. He’s not done anything wrong. I might just have some unresolved thoughts about him in terms of, well, fuck, he doesn’t deserve any of the shit he’s been put through. And I just… I don’t know. I found him way earlier in his timeline than the rest of you. Maybe if I had just been a little bit earlier…”

“You probably shouldn’t tear yourself apart over what-ifs, YS.” Bee cut in. “You’re not like, this all-seeing, all-powerful savior that is in charge of us all. Sometimes shit happens. Bad timelines exist. I mean… Look what happened to you. You didn’t deserve any of it either.”

Biff and Peacock exchanged a look about the ‘savior in charge of them all’ comment. Bee was right, YS wasn’t, but it was a little ironic with what they knew about him. Biff wanted his big brother to be more honest about who he was, but he couldn’t force it. He’d told a few others. That was a start.

“Cyber did nothing wrong.” YS repeated. “But that’s the reason why I say my cutoff is at Blue. I know the eggshells I have around Cyber are just my own guilt that I couldn’t have prevented it. I wish I could’ve protected him better. And I can’t fully help him even now when I want to, so badly.”

“You’re already doing more than enough.” Biff stressed, hoping his point would get across. “There’s so many of us now, dude, there’s no way you can keep the exact same energy up with everyone. It takes time, and it takes effort. You’ve been over-exerting your effort for months. When will you just slow down and give yourself the rest you need?”

“He’s doing it now.” Peacock decided firmly. “Today. Right now. You are going to stop overthinking all this shit, stop worrying, do nothing. Just exist here, with us, while we take care of you and chase your cold away. And you’re also going to try to nap. That’s also very important, since you said you didn’t get to sleep.”

“Shit, since when were you this damn bossy?” YS snarked lightly.

“Since my big brother doesn’t do enough to take care of himself when all of his energy’s spread out across everyone else. You can stop doing that for one day. The world will not explode.”

Well, guess Peacock had a point. But also…

“You’re telling a chronic worrier to stop worrying.”

“Holy shit you know what I meant.”

Sure, fine. The overthinking did nothing to help with the warmth problem. All it did was make YS more stressed out than he already was. And of course, there was no real way that he was going to just be able to stop worrying. There was always going to be something on his mind related to his standings in his social relationships. The varying degrees of closeness he had with some of his brothers compared to others made him nervous. Would they think he was favoring some? Or think he just didn’t care about them? But then again, maybe they didn’t want to be close to him in the first place. None of them had ever asked for him to appear in their lives…

“Overthinking face.” Biff teased, snapping YS out of the thought train. “Tell your brain to shut up for like, twenty minutes. Only twenty minutes if you really can’t handle all day. Or, well, the rest of the day.”

The sky outside YS’s bedroom window was turning dusty- fading signs of the sun as it started to disappear below the horizon. It was going to only get colder from here. The angel sighed quietly, squeezing his arms around Bee and Biff again, and gently pushing his nose against the top of Peacock’s head. Maybe if he was lucky, he could get even one of them to stay overnight. But he couldn’t ask that, of course. They’d have to just volunteer, if they really wanted to. He’d prefer them all stay, but that was even more of a thing he couldn’t ask for.

His brothers were content with him, at least. For now, things were okay. They’d all tapered off into a comfortable silence, because they wanted him to try and get some sleep. Bee would probably join YS almost immediately assuming he could actually doze off. Biff and Peacock seemed more determined to outlast him to make sure he actually did fall asleep, which honestly, did something for his brain. Just an unspoken showing of care. Keeping him to a standard of which he’d starved himself for so long.

YS closed his eyes, content. He wasn’t shivering now. The air around him was still cold, and he could still feel its bite on his face, but his body was enveloped in warmth. Warmth of his brothers sharing space with him.

Warmth of his brothers, loving him.