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Lyney & Lynette with GN S/O's pet

notes: mod dont quite know what exactly to write about but thats fine cause can just make it up as mod goes on.. would post more but dont wanna overflow the tags with mods stuff and drown out other wonderful writers n whatnot! this is probably way worse than the last one so sorry if it sucks :( [btw rq reminder that u can request stuff, so look into that if you want something made for one of/both of these two.)

Lyney is pretty good with animals of all types pretty much!! Besides fish though, fish hate him (and no even in a scared way, they bite him.) As soon as he realizes you have a pet he instantly wants to befriend it, asks you what they're like, do they like to eat this or that..

Probably gonna have to tell him to not give your pet too many treats, cause he might overdo it a tiny bit while trying to make him their favorite. Would probably start bringing a treat for everytime he went to your house then explains it as him having to pay an "entrance fee". If your pet is able to/likes to play he might bring them a toy like.. Every two or so weeks? Whenever he sees a cute toy for their species he'll just get one for your pet.

If it's a dog, he doesn't have much experience with them due to various reasons, but he doesn't dislike them or anything (even if he does prefer kitties..) You might not want a big one on his lap or anything though since he's not neccesarily the biggest guy, so be careful with that.

Asks you if it sheds before he even enters the house. He needs to know cause nine times out of ten he just finished a show and he does not want pet hair all over his show clothes. If it is then he'll probably end up going home to change to avoid any issues regarding that.

Cats love Lyney 99% of the time, can tame even the craziest of crazies into lapcats. Of course, this is 99%, not 100.. The 1% wants him dead. Birds also tend to like him since he's used to working with doves and whatnot, used to dealing with them. Asks you if he can have it on his finger/arm. Also good with rabbits due to him also working with them, might scare it like once with a magic trick though since he might forget yours isn't really used to that.?? Feels bad afterwards though and gives it food as an apology so I suppose it's alright.

Lyney is willing to petsit and is good at it. If your pet destroys anything you own while your gone he might just.. Replace it and hope you don't notice. Would be a bit scared that you might get angry at him also for letting it do that or something. In general would describe him as a pretty solid person to keep around your pet with points deducted due to the issue of him spoiling the thing too much, 8/10.

Lynette is liked by cats, and they tend to gravitate towards her. So, if you have a cat, hurray! If you have a dog, however...

Dogs don't really like her, with the range going from them barking at her constantly to just ignoring her, depending entirely on the dog's personality. Don't worry, though; it won't really offend her. She's quite used to it, and besides, she isn't a dog fan anyway. She would probably ask you to put the dog up if it won't leave her alone, though.

A lot like Lyney, she is also good with birds and rabbits. But do keep in mind, just because she's good with them, doesn't mean they're good with her. Birds, unless having been subject to Lynette for long enough, tend to fly away from her. Not all of them, just most of them.

Rodents and the like also run from her. And amphibians. And fish. Her cat-like features and smell seem to frighten any animals that would qualify as prey to a cat. But again, she doesn't really mind; she expected this sort of reaction anyway.

She doesn't try to make them like her or anything, wouldn't even mind if they hated her. Still, that doesn't mean she would turn the animal down if it does happen to enjoy her presence; she'd not-so-secretly like it if they did. Lynette might even come to your house just to chill out with the pet (you being a small side bonus to the trip).

Pretty good petsitter, kind of. Lynette has her own cats at home, so she's used to being climbed all over or serving food and whatnot. As long as the animal isn't scared of her, it will go fine. Just pray to God you have no machines that she'd have to use in her time there, and she'll be fine, 8/10 (points deducted for obvious reasons).

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Jimmy X Life thoughts

This is long (ft. fWhip and Scott and Joel)

TLDR: its all kinda cute but then devolves into Jimmy misery anyway even though he has done nothing

Jimmy's really cute builds??? to lure you in

Obligatory: I only talk about characters

X Life is a goddamn fever dream lol, following are some jumbled thoughts that I've divided into "Jimmy", ""fWhip and Joel", "Jeremyism" and "Scott" thoughts (all in relation to Jimmy). Shoutout to my friend for liveblogging and discussing together with me and pointing out some stuff I missed or better than I could

-- Jimmy thoughts

Jimmy's actually relatively happy within this series, at least at the beginning, and there is no significant "bullying Jimmy" kind of culture thing in place here, even though chronologically this series came after and partially ran at the same time as Legacy where it was very prevelant. They even hold a 100K milestone ceremony for him and it's very cute. Namely though fWhip and Joel treat him very nicely, he even has many really cute interactions with Scott!! I'm not gonna talk about shipping past this one statement but as someone who hasn't liked fWhimmy till now and finds Flower Husbands really interesting but not always healthy, it was... Really relieving to see both of those duos be really cute for me personally. But in spite of this there's still, sigh, a lot of Jimmisery...

Pretty early on, he decides on this thing "Whoever is nice to me gets a stack of diamonds" like, my sweet cheese.... You don't need to give people so much just for being nice to you.... your bank account is in constant ruin!! Lizzie also mods in coffee stuff specifically for him and Jimmy proclaims that any profits he makes from his coffee shops he will split with Lizzie as a thanks... he's so sweet stop it

Near the beginning he's way more assertive than I've grown used to. There's a point where Scott is waiting for him and he can SEE Scott in the distance but then just strolls the shopping district while Scott tells him to hurry up only for Jimmy to mostly ignore him. Another exchange between them goes S: "did I say you could use my villager?" and Jimmy replying "Did I say you could bring me a crab that'd then kill me? Didn't THINK SOOOO!!!". There's so many moments like this and it's so... it's so awesome to see. What changed.... Why can't there be more of this...

But then at some point he starts being harsh towards himself? He starts to call himself an idiot and starts proclaiming "I hate myself" for the most understandable little mishaps and things like?? Son?? He figures out how to make his advertisement poster bigger like everyone else's is and then when he does quickly figure it out all on his own he goes "I hate myself, I really do" WHAT'S THAT FOR. WHAT'S THAT FOR JIMMY!!!! Another moment to point out, Lizzie doing a friendship test thing and she already has pictures of 3 contestants. She calls Jimmy over for him to try and qualify, and when he sees the pictures he says that those look like smart people and he doesn't think he'll make it...

This isn't exclusive to X Life but him building stuff and calling it lovely and being easily excited at discovering the most basic building tricks, but then as soon as someone else is in the picture he immediately starts downplaying himself and calling his building bad...

At some point there's a war that Jimmy really wants to avoid but he gets roped into it by Jack blowing up Peekay's house (totally obliterated that thing) and framing Jimmy for it. Later when there's a confrontation, both he and Peekay clearly know it was Jack, but they fault Jimmy anyway, saying he's escalating things when he's just like. Standing there. Jimmy even ends up asking "what can I do for you to forgive me, for something I didn't do" like no stand your ground man!! You didn't do anything!! Man.... In the end he ends up rebuilding stuff for Jack (why Jack??? I dont know) and when Jack is the first person out of the series, in his Will he stated something along the lines of "I want Jimmy executed because he did a bad job rebuilding my things". And then Jimmy gets set on fire as everyone watches him burn to death. He didn't do anything!!!!!

There's a therapy session after this in which, when Gem asks him to open up, all he says is "Yesterday I woke up and was taken advantage of, that is all"

I think it's Peekay (could be wrong) who also utterly doused Jimmy's house in water as a prank but it... was awful lol. Jimmy's house ended up with lots of holes but at least he was all "I was gonna rebuild anyway". That peeved me so much though... For comparision, Scott pulled a prank on Jimmy where he rebuilt one of his rooms upside down (so kind of moved his furniture to the ceiling) but that's high effort and funny and causes less damage so that's all fair in my books. Good prank. The water dousing was not

He and Scott had a brief prank exchange, but the ONLY thing I can think of where Jimmy was knowingly, unjustifiably in the wrong, was when he cheated on an auction by bidding on a painting after the auction had closed. And even that is such a small offense!! Genuinely all the misery he was caused was just him being caught in the crossfire of other people's shit and it's... ough I don't want to say "he has never done anything wrong" because he totally has but BARELY. Why is it always like this... Hardly ever does he do anything that warrants the things that happen to him

Jimmy's also pretty if not really nice to the mobs, vanilla and modded. In his and Scott's shelter business, he brought in a hostile mob twice with the justification "hostile mobs deserve a home too!!" </3 dawh. He'd make mobs nice enclosures... But then he fucking HATES chickens. He kills them like nothing. Proclaims "I'll enjoy every second of this". Goes "I'll kill only a few of you..." and then kills 10 of them. Violently and instantly kills one stray chicken that escaped his enclosure as Lizzie watches on in horror with the two pandas she just helped bring over. It's kind of insane?? Why.... You're a rancher at heart, what's with the chicken slaughter.... My friend pointed to him canonically being compared to a chicken once. Do with that what you will. Oh also when he came dead last in a race, his immediate reaction upon finishing was to brutally kill his horse?????????? Jimmy??????????????????????????

ALSO he's a good builder?? A lot of people have expressed that Jimmy's building skills have been getting better but I beg to differ, his builds in this series are all really charming and cute? They're not very detailed but they're simplistic and I love it, he obviously has an eye for pleasant looking builds and I'm so SO sad we don't see this too much anymore... There's also a cute moment where he builds a roof out of dirt, says he'll replace it later but apparently his commenters really liked it so he kept it... That's so Jimmy....

-- fWhip and Joel thoughts in relation to Jimmy

fWhip especially is almost (we'll get to that) undingly nice to Jimmy here, and I even felt bad for him in several instances related to Jimmy. Joel is more softspoken as he was in general 3 years ago, and was also almost (we'll get to that) totally nice to Jimmy. At some point they do a horse race and Jimmy comes in dead last but both he and fWhip cheer him on anyway. Joel says "well done Jimmy you nerd" but it's Joel so that counts as him being nice and awesome. It's also very cute that he was partially presenting Jimmy's 100K milestone ceremony, even if it was basically just him calling Jimmy a "wonderful creature" after, to quote my friend, almost vomiting on stage. But it's Joel so it counts

Joel also builds something for Jimmy at some point but whilst they're discussing what it should be like, they land on the word "broken" and Joel goes "broken, like you" and Jimmy replies "broken, like me" like????? Help me this was so early too. That came from NOWHERE. What????? Joel was nice otherwise though... except for one other moment

All three of them create a building business and do acknowledge and agree that Jimmy's not doing the hardest part (building) and doesn't get as much of the profit, seeing as he's just the receptionist. It's still a mostly happy businessship though. They get two bad reviews (from Scott and Peekay) because of Jimmy but all three of them in both instances ultimately agree that Jimmy wasn't at fault. Stuff like Joel taking down a bad review left on a sign saying "the customer isn't always right". Jimmy catches wind of a rumor at some point that he's being fired and when the awaited meeting happens, fWhip and Joel name him receptionist of the month instead, praising him for his hard work in advertising for the business and also making lots and lots of coffee (he's the only one who can even operate the coffee machine lmao. He's really proud of it too, it's very cute. He even keeps bringing it up in an effort for the other two to recognise his value before he gets the news he's anticipating). Jimmy even says "I'm glad that, yknow, you're seeing it. Cus sometimes. yknow. it's really hard for me to feel.. useful. like you guys are building spectacular things and I'm. I'm trying my best." he's genuinely so, so happy and sounds like he's on the brink of tears (claims to be as well)

BUT SIKE PLOT TWIST because I hate myself I went to skim Joel's POV too and he and fWhip actually spoke to one of the other members about Jimmy being a bad receptionist, all "it's Jimmy, you know...". fWhip enforces this and Joel even says "Not to pass blame onto Jimmy but it's all his fault" after which the firing rumor starts to spread. And as far as I could tell, it's forever left ambiguous if they were genuine to any degree when they named him receptionist of the month and this will now keep me up at night. Did they genuinely think Jimmy was at fault in spite of encouraging him that he wasn't? Did they do what they did just to make Jimmy happy even if they believed him to be at fault? Or were they talking shit that one time for no reason...

Joel makes this religion "Jeremyism" to spite Scott (for renaming a bunch of his pets) which Jimmy is the first person to join and is pretty much undyingly devoted to till the very end in spite of the fever dream that spirals from it by the end...

Ignoring that one incident of Joel and fWhip bad-mouthing Jimmy, fWhip was very nice to him, throughout Jimmy's POV at least. I'd like to especially draw attention to fWhip trusting Jimmy to show some other members how to build some houses, like, awgh,,, finally some Jimmy building ability recognition!!! Good for you fWhip!!! They almost exclusively talked in relation to businesses though and at some point made a deal with Jimmy to join Jeremyism if Jimmy would come and basically just hang out with him in the jungle or go on a little adventure. This never happened though

Joel ends up giving up his position as the Jeremyism leader "for content" (??) to anyone who can complete his death obstacle course. Jimmy does, though unfairly by accident (Joel said it was fine though), but finds at the very end of it that someone has already reached this point before him, and of course it was Scott... Scott turns Jeremyism into a proper cult by enforcing rigid rules, his leadership and word, stating that you have to die in order to leave the cult, and his right hand Lizzie demands diamonds as offerings (none of this was a thing before). None of the members seem to be fans, but Joel and Jimmy especially voice and show discomfort, though Jimmy still quickly offers up his diamonds. fWhip fucking burns himself right there thus leaving the cult (king shit) and when he comes to the window from the outside to wave at them, Jimmy is quick to call him a "traitor" and tries to block the view with blocks (this is where I feel for fWhip who has been nothing but nice to Jimmy from Jimmy's POV). Joel makes pathetic attempts at killing Scott with an anvil (fails) and then killing himself (fails)

Gem and Kath put on a therapy session at some point which Jack, fWhip and Jimmy attend. Jimmy states not to want to talk to fWhip (which again hurts) and fWhip makes a subtle jab at Jimmy for never spending time with him in his jungle like he'd promised (totally justified). Jack also hits Jimmy for being part of Jeremyism right at the start, but then when he's jokingly drowning, Jimmy saves him, and he goes "you saved me!! :D". At the end, Jimmy tries to shoot bubbles (not damaging but a nuisance) at fWhip from a distance, at which fWhip starts to run at him to try to lasso him (lassoing a player puts them in a glitchy noclip dimension which they need to relog to get out of). They run around for awhile, fWhip eventually succeeds, Jimmy relogs and then Jack fucking murders fWhip. And then says "I did it for you" to Jimmy. Which, ok. Fast progression, a little insane... fWhip comes back and claims to feel great though. Jimmy pretty much leaves and runs off at this point and unfortunately he and fWhip never make up or have another nice interaction before the finale (I'm quite sure)

Joel uhh Joel just kinda fucks off lol he doesn't even die (Jimmy fills in Joel's grave anyway though)

-- Jeremyism thoughts

Mentioned above how devoted Jimmy was to Joel's religion, and to me it really reads like him finding a home. Like, a genuine home, idk... He really did a lot for it, trying to recruit members and taking care of several Jeremy donkeys and making offerings (Joel also gifted him multiple times)

When Scott takes over, he's clearly very distraught. He tried hard to become the new leader of Jeremyism specifically to stop Scott from ruining it. And yet when Scott does, he can't help but stay, quickly labels fWhip a traitor, offers up his diamonds easily... Even as he's asking for Joel to get up there where Scott is standing, instead of Scott. Jeremyism is done for but Jimmy still holds onto an idea of it

And he does this by literally building a Jeremyism hideout secret from Scott and Lizzy, where he and the other remaining members can hang out. Like come on!! He just wants Jeremyism back... He himself states it's "all I have" and "the one real purpose I had on this server was Jeremyism. And now it's gone" (this is basically before he kills himself and ends his series)

-- Scott thoughts in relation to Jimmy

As I said, they had some really cute interactions. Scott actually treated him nicely and his teasing felt lighthearted enough to not be anything worse than that. They dress up all cute for Halloween, they shoot bubbles at each other, Scott teaches him how to ride a flying carpet, Jimmy's not afraid to be a little sassy back at him... He replaced 3 of Scott's pets as a prank because Scott had gotten him a crab that killed Jimmy at some point, and in retaliation Scott doused his house in crabs, but then they like, ate lunch together date style, it was all good and fun, mutual foolery...

And then this one episode, to quote my friend, someone pissed in Scott's cereal and he's suddenly very dismissive of Jimmy's building skills and contributions like I'd expect to see in Third Life???? They see this arguably amateurishly built hut and Scott turns to Jimmy all accusatory "did you build this??". They build an animal shelter together which is cute but then Scott dismisses Jimmy and says he did almost all of the work and proclaims that he should get almost all of the profits etc. And it pisses me off because just like in 3L, this was a building he just ripped from somewhere else to begin with!! He did lay the foundation and such but you can see Jimmy helping build a decent amount in the timelapse...

At some point he also seems ashamed to admit that Scott helped him with his storage system :(

When Scott reads out Jack's wish to have Jimmy executed, Jimmy goes and basically kneels before Scott, telling him to do it. Scott can't because of spawn protection, but Jimmy gets set on fire instead and he?? Runs to Scott??? He runs to Scott and basically kneels before him AGAIN and Scott does NOTHING and I I don't know I might be insane but. Holy shit this is a fever dream and feels like abstract symbolism but ough that hurt. That hurt a lot. Why did Jimmy run to Scott, why did he kneel/crouch before him as he was burning to death... What was he trying to do... Was he seeking something.... comfort...? Neigh... I just wish to know...

Scott in general is a fever dream in this all by himself though. They all turn up for Jack's funeral and then Scott starts talking about how he tried to be nice and expresses disappointment in having been met with disposition (finding out that Jimmy had a secret Jeremyism cove) acting all "if you want a villain I'll give you a villain!" as if he weren't already one after the cult he turned Jeremyism into and then suicide bombs the entire church still during Jack's funeral. ????? Jesus christ

This screenshot isn't relevant but Im giving it to you anyway

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Trick from my ask game for Sin Eaters 🧡🖤🧡

Treat from the other ask game for same WIP 🖤🧡🖤

Hey CJ, you really wanted to see me in pain, didn't you?

Moodboard and I don't go well 😂 Thankfully it was a lazy day at work and I could search on my phone 😁

I did my best.

For your treat something I wanted to post anyway. The Sim versions of Talindra and Wynthan as best as I managed.

Sims doesn't like me even with a height mod to have the height difference more than this in the save file pic. I think you get an idea now.

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A Man After Midnight

"Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away?" - ABBA

Sasha's gone missing in search of the final vault key piece, and Fiona will be damned if another vault tries to take her sister from her - again. It doesn't matter who - or what - gets in her way, she'll find her sister - even when something supernatural is determined to make sure that she and Rhys never see the light of day again...

Written for the rhyiona lovers who are also Halloween lovers

Header art is by arymus (deactivated ☹)

I decided during the planning stages that this will be part three to "It Takes Two" and "U.N.I." sooo this is a multi-chapter work now I guess 🤷🏽‍♀️

Btw... it's a long one folks, get a snack and strap in lol

Fall leaves dividers from these posts and jack-o-lantern dividers from these posts. Orange swirl divider from this post

Trick or Treat~ ❤🧡💛🍁🍂🎃⚰🪦💀🕸🦇😈

Rhys turned off the car engine, pocketing the key and stepping out of the car with Fiona. The air was chilled and thick with mist that saturated the scenery and painted everything in a dreary sort of gray color. They glanced around and caught the looks of the wary townsfolk as they eyed the newcomers who had just arrived in their small rural town.

Fiona ducked her head, allowing the brim of her hat to cover her eyes - an old habit she never lost from back in her grifting days. 'Keep your head down, do your best to blend in and don't bring any unnecessary attention to yourself,' said the memory of Felix's voice floating in the back of her mind. But those days were behind her now. She was here for one reason and one reason only - to find her sister.

Meanwhile, Rhys shivered in the cold autumn air and tugged his jacket tighter around himself, glancing around the shrouded town to try and locate the hotel he had booked their stay at. All of the buildings appeared looming and ominous in this weather; he couldn't really differentiate one from another as they were half concealed with a wispy blanket of fog.

This was not some romantic getaway for the weekend, but rather an expedition to try and find Sasha. Her last known location had been here, this backwards little hole where she had followed a supposed "lead" to a new potential vault key piece. She had been conversing with Fiona, keeping a regular point of contact with her for the two days that she was there. On the third day, Sasha failed to check in and Fiona's big sister protective instincts flared to life, causing the vault hunter to abandon her current assignment and Fast Travel back to Promethea, where she could load up on gear and head over to her sister's last known whereabouts.

When he got the notification that his girlfriend was stopping by his company's home planet, Atlas' president grew excited at the thought of a romantic night out. Activating his newly programmed assistant, TIMM-E, Rhys allowed the program to take care of Atlas while its president was briefly away. He needed to work on making a body for TIMM-E, because as of right now, he was just an encrypted piece of data floating around Atlas' system. But for today, he could do his job well enough that his body would have to wait for later. Right now, love and romance were what Rhys was focused on.

Donning his expensive cologne and a fresh set of date night clothes, he swept by her apartment with a large bouquet of roses in hand, intending on asking her out for the evening. Expecting a tired but content vault hunter at the door, he was instead met with a laser focused, completely serious vault hunter who was not stopping by to rest for a few days before running off to her next adventure. She was only here temporarily, strapping up for what looked like a big battle.

He questioned her with a concerned wrinkle to his brow as he watched her check the sights of a rare gun before sliding a fresh clip into it. She briefed him about the little she knew, moving on to handle two different grenade mods, trying to decide which was the better of the two. The young CEO placed the roses in a vase, fanning them out a bit as the Pandoran woman clipped the chosen grenade mod to her hip, tossing the other one back into her storage container.

Seeing Fiona cycle through her inventory and attaching high powered weaponry to her belts, Rhys knew he couldn't leave her to face this alone. Sasha was her sister, but she was also one of his closest friends. They were all a family, bound by more than blood. He wasn't some kind of world class assassin, or really a fighter of any kind, but Fiona needed support and he'd give his all to be there for her and Sasha.

When he proposed that he'd come along to help, Fiona had outright refused, claiming that he'd just be putting himself in danger and that she didn't want to worry about her sister and her boyfriend too. But he insisted, claiming that his cybernetic inhancements would make tracking clues and ultimately finding Sasha that much easier. Eventually, the prospect of getting to her sister as soon as she was able to convinced the vault hunter to accept his help.

Rhys carefully reached out and pulled her into his arms, holding her tight. "Don't worry Fi, we'll find her."

He could feel the various edges of her weapons pressing into his body, and truthfully it was a bit uncomfortable. But she returned his embrace and pressed her face into his shoulder, knocking her hat askew, and his discomfort didn't matter compared to his need to console his lover. Fiona was incredibly brave, but he knew that she was also incredibly scared. His own worry over Sasha's disappearance was hard to push back, but he didn't want to add to his girlfriend's already obvious distress.

They eventually broke away, and Rhys soon after hopped on a call to obtain their reservations for a hotel in the town Sasha had last been in. Fiona excused herself, needing to go down to the lobby of her apartment building and purchase ammunition from a vending machine, before getting ready to leave.

Turns out getting there was a little more complicated then they thought. The small town was so sequestered that not only did it not have a Fast Travel designated location, but it was miles away from the closest city that did. So Rhys quickly rung up the nearest rental and placed an order for a high-class (of course) but simple vehicle that would take them the rest of the way.

Now that they had arrived, they needed to grab their gear and make their way over to the hotel to officially begin their search. The company man and the Pandoran woman each took ahold of their own luggage, trying to ignore the feel of being stared at by dozens of watchful gazes. Closing the trunk and stepping away from their rented car, the young CEO activated the anti-theft alarm which seemed to chirp loudly in the lull of this tense silence. Turning towards the hotel, the couple began walking down the street when a voice called out to them.

"You can't park that here."

They both turned to find the speaker, taking in the older man leaning against a support beam in front of a shop. He looked less than impressed with them, his stare cold and unflinching.

"Oh, I'm sorry, is there a lot nearby or somewhere else I can park it?" Rhys asked, trying not to ruffle the feathers of the townspeople who were now all eyeing the newcomers with varying degrees of distain.

He glanced down the foggy street, but only then did he realize that there were no other vehicles as far as the eye could see. In fact, he hadn't seen any at all while driving into town. Their rental could most likely be the only car within a hundred miles.

"Sure," the old man shrugged easily, gesturing vaguely with a slight wave of his hand. "Best to park it in the next town over. Stay with it too, while you're at it."

Atlas' president frowned, not liking the way this guy just told them in a roundabout way to leave and stay gone. He opened his mouth to retort, when his girlfriend moved past him to step closer to this stranger.

"Look, we're only here because we're looking for my sister," she informed, watching his face carefully before turning and catching the eyes of everyone who was staring at them. "Has anyone seen her? A woman with light green eyes, her hair done up in thick locs? She was here for two days?"

None of the townsfolk spoke up or moved, they just continued to observe the couple as if Fiona had never said a word. They both knew that everyone watching had understood Fiona, it wasn't as if she was speaking Eridian. The people nearby were just purposefully ignoring her. The vault hunter pursed her lips, fighting back against the frustration wanting to get the better of her.

Rhys lifted his cybernetic hand, pulling up a hologram portrait of Sasha on his palm display. A blue digitized bust of Sasha sat in his hand, her smile beautiful and bright as she slowly rotated in a full 360 degree visual reference.

As soon as Rhys lifted his mechanical hand and brought up a glowing hologram, the reaction with the crowd was immediate. Everyone seemed to move back away from them, their murmurs of offense and scandle clear in the tones of their voices. They acted as if Rhys had just called forth fire from his hand. Startled, the young CEO quickly dismissed the hologram and dropped his hand, taking a step closer to Fiona. Likewise, she moved to face him, and one of the onlookers caught sight of the official vault hunter patch sewn onto the sleeve of her jacket.

"A vault hunter..."

"Vault hunter-"

"Did you see that-"

"Another one-"

Their frantic words ran together, almost unintelligible, but they both could hear the genuine fear and open disgust when the words "vault hunter" were spoken.

The people living in this backwards town had been coolly contemptuous, then reacting with indignation when Atlas' head had pulled up a hologram, acting as if modern technology didn't exist outside of this settlement. But the tone clearly shifted once Fiona was identified as a vault hunter, the air now thick with hostility and the promise of violence.

What these people had against advanced devices and vault hunters, she may never know, and to be honest, she really didn't care. Right now, they were in her way of finding where her sister was and if one of them even took a single threatening step closer, she'd have no problem whipping a gun out and showing them that she meant business.

"Everyone calm down, calm down now - these people are guests come to visit our fine town; let's show them some of our famous hospitality, shall we?"

A clear voice cut through the tension, making Rhys and Fiona turn towards the woman stepping through the small crowd that had gradually gathered around them. She was mature and elegant, holding her chin high as she swept towards them. Fiona, still on edge, kept her hand posed to reach for a weapon, eyeing the woman with open suspicion.

The older woman didn't seem to mind, looking between the two of them with a mild sort of curiosity. She was wearing what could only be described as an expensive gown, her collar bare and her skirt voluminous. She wore simple yet expensive jewelry along her neck and on her fingers. No one in the gathering stopped her or disobeyed her words, they only watched as she stood in front of the two newcomers.

"You must be the Strongforks, yes? You've procured your reservation for a stay at my hotel. My name is Lady Van Tassel, pleased to make your acquaintances," she stated, extending her hand demurely as she introduced herself.

"Oh! Yes, that's us, erm, t-the Strongforks, yep," Rhys fumbled, stepping over to delicately take her offered hand and give her a dainty shake.

He stepped back and Lady Van Tassel's hand was extended towards Fiona. Fiona wanted to ask Rhys about when they had gotten married and why hadn't she been informed, but that could wait until they were alone. She supposed for now she could play Mrs. Strongfork if it got them out of this situation faster. So she took her hand and also gave a gentle shake, noticing almost as an after thought of how soft her skin felt against her own.

Pulling away, the Pandoran mentally considered her own hands. The life of a vault hunter was rough, but that didn't mean her hands had to be. She made a mental note to moisturize more often.

"Please, come this way. I'll see you to your room," the Lady said, turning and allowing the out-of-town couple to follow behind her.

Glancing at the people who only moments ago were so keen on displaying their outright hatred for them, Fiona watched as they broke away and dispersed, not even sparing them one last disgruntled glance. Either their ire was extremely fickle, or Lady Van Tassel was someone more important than a simple hotel owner.

Entering between the large double doors of the hotel, all three of them stepped into the quiet lobby, with Ms. Van Tassel leading them straight to the check-in desk.

Despite Rhys' long legged height, as he followed closely behind the Lady and her vast swishing skirts, he reminded her of a baby duck, trailing in her wake. Fiona supposed that since she had taken them both in, that would make her a duckling too. She never liked to be indebted to people, especially those who she didn't know, but she had to admit that Ms. Van Tassel had pulled them out of a sticky situation.

"Thank you, for what you did back there," Fiona called out, catching the eye of the Lady as she turned to look at her from over her shoulder.

The older woman sighed, shaking her head once as she rounded the desk. "Let me apologize on behalf of my neighbors. We don't get very many visitors, and those that we do, some end up being vandals who call themselves 'vault hunter's' and only bring chaos to our quiet little town." She glanced up at them, her brow pinched with concern. "We've had a few... Unsavory altercations in the past. So many of us are wary, to put it lightly, of anyone who claims to be a vault hunter..."

Fiona nodded, stepping closer to the desk. "I understand, and I'm sorry for your troubles. But believe me when I say that I'm just here to find my sister. As soon as I do, we're gone. You have my word."

Lady Van Tassel regarded them quietly for a moment, before offering a small smile. "You two certainly don't come across as ruffians or scoundrels... I'll take you for your word, an unbroken promise between two ladies and a gentleman," she granted, reaching over the desk to take Fiona's hand again in another shake.

She then reached down and pulled out a large book, carefully opening up to a bookmarked page before turning it around and settling it onto the ledge in front of Rhys. "Sign here then, Mr. Strongfork," she instructed, pointing underneath a row of names to the next open space. "I'll get your keys ready and escort you upstairs to your quarters."

She turned towards a desk behind her and opened a wide drawer as Rhys scribbled his name across the page. Fiona sidled up next to him and together they scanned the names on the registry, looking for any of the names Sasha had used in the past. None had stood out to them, and so Rhys turned the book around as the Lady faced them, holding two copies of the room key out to them.

Taking one each, Fiona pocketed hers immediately and figured she'd question Ms. Van Tassel now while she had the chance. "Lady, have you seen a young woman in town, green eyes, thick hair locs? She was here for two days, I've lost communication with her almost a day ago."

"I'm sorry, but I haven't seen anyone around here that looks like that. She's your sister you say? I hope you find her soon, darling," the Lady murmured, coming around the desk to offer a consoling pat to the vault hunter's arm, before linking their arms together. "Now, let's get you two situated upstairs, and I'll have a hot meal waiting for you when you're ready to come back down. You can't go out searching on an empty stomach."

She guided Fiona towards the stairs, calling out behind her for Rhys. "Mr. Strongfork, please don't forget your lovely wife's luggage, be a dear and carry them up for us, won't you?"

Had she turned to look over her shoulder at him, she would've found said Mr. Strongfork blushing at the mention of Fiona as his wife.

"Y-yeah, of course... Wouldn't want m-... My... W-wife to-"

"Rhys darling~" Fiona called, interrupting his suspicious stammering.  If this town was as backwards as it has already proven itself to be, then perhaps an unwed couple sharing a room would be the last straw on the belliks back. "Don't keep us waiting, okay~?"

Their room was nothing too extravagant, but it looked comfortable and clean. Fiona was truly exhausted, only allowing herself to sleep on the car ride over, which had been a mere couple of hours. Before that she had been out on the field, completing some side mission for someone on Sanctuary. Now, the temptation of a clean bed called to her, her body desperate for some real rest. But the thought of her sister alone, possibly in a dangerous situation - or worse, hurt - kept her from being able to indulge in some much needed sleep.

So for now she shoved her luggage under the bed and straightened up to look at Rhys. "So... Husband of mine."

The ease with which Fiona could conjure a blush to her boyfriend's face was incredibly satisfying, but it didn't make up for the explanation he owed her.

"So, I'm sure you'd like for me to explain myself right?"

Fiona raised her scarred brow as a silent answer.

He glanced down shyly, rubbing the back of his neck as a subconscious show of discomfort. His still pink cheeks combined with a tentative smile made her soften towards him. "Well, when I called to book the reservation, you had just left to go stock up on ammo, so when Lady Van Tassel answered, I kinda had to wing it when I asked for a double and she inquired if my... Wife... Was coming along... So I just sort of said, yes..."

He looked up at her and she swore that at any moment, he'd start poking his index fingers together like a guilty child. "Hmm, maybe it's a bit too early for us, we still haven't had our one year anniversary yet..."

Rhys chuckled nervously, relaxing a bit but still looking as though he was expecting a solid reprimanding. "Hehe, yeah, definitely too early for like, marriage and stuff..."

Fiona made a show of tapping her chin in thought, humming to herself as he watched. "Though I don't think I'd mind if I was Mrs. Strongfork for a while..."

"...Oh...?" The hopeful tone in her boyfriend's voice brought a smile to her face.

"Yeah. After all, I'd get at least fifty-one percent of Atlas right?"

"Wha- fifty-one percent? If anything, I would get fifty-one percent because I'm the CEO-"

"Am I hearing fifty-two percent?"

"No, come on, that's not how negotiating works-"

"Fifty-three percent."

"You're not even listening-"

"Sixty."

"Please... I'm not gonna have a company left to manage-"

"Seventy-five percent and that's my final offer as your wife."

"...You are a cruel, cruel woman."

Fiona grinned, making her way over to him and planting a kiss along his jaw line. "That's why you married me, dear husband."

He slanted his head and leaned down, kissing her briefly over her ruby lips. "I wouldn't have it any other way, dear wife."

The vault hunter smiled, reaching down to link their hands together. "Let's go eat so we can find Sasha and get our asses back home."

Rhys patted his empty stomach with his free hand, almost salivating at the thought of a hot meal. "You don't have to tell me twice, I really hope it's delicious."

His girlfriend pulled him along, locking the door behind them. "As long as it's not chocolate dill pickle flavored, it should be good."

"Slanderous. I'm telling you, once you try Fran's yogurt, you'll be singing praises to whoever invented such a delicious flavor combination."

"We can only hope so Rhys, we can only hope so."

Their meal is simple but savory, hot and filling so it sits just right in their bellies. They thank Ms. Van Tassel as she collects their dishes and stacks them on a tray to take back to the kitchen. Turning to leave, they stop before the double doors and look back when she calls out to them.

"I should warn you, to please be back before night fall. There have been some... Strange occurrences lately, and I'd hate to see you two suffer from lack of knowledge. When night falls, come back here and resume your search tomorrow morning."

"Thank you Lady, but we're not afraid of the dark," Fiona answered. "We'll be alright, we're tougher than we look."

"I see..." The older woman murmured, clearly disappointed. "That may be so, and I can say nothing else to try and convince you otherwise. But if there is one thing you take from me, please let it be this - find shelter before the lamps go out, or surely you will be doomed."

Rhys glanced over at Fiona as the vault hunter considers the patroness, who stood by their table, the bottom of her apron twisted tightly in her worried grip. As a born and raised Pandoran, she had spent many nights out underneath the moons and stars, both as a penniless child and as fledgling vault hunter. Doing so now didn't concern her in the slightest, but she figured that she'd at least reassure the older woman and try to ease her mind.

"We understand. If we're out that late, we'll take shelter and wait it out 'til morning. Hopefully we'll find Sasha and be back before that's even an issue."

"You brave girl..." Lady Van Tassel murmured, gliding over to the younger woman and reaching up to cup her cheek tenderly.

Fiona thought that it was a little weird, but she understood that some people were comfortable with showing such displays of affection. On top of which, the Lady had been nothing but kind and welcoming to them, so if she wanted to...touch her cheek for whatever reason, Fiona didn't mind it too much.

"I was a lot like you when I was your age... Do be careful out there, both of you." Smiling softly, the Lady lifted her hand from Fiona's face while simultaneously a sharp pinch to her scalp caused the vault hunter to wince. "Oh! I'm sorry, this old ring pulled your hair, my apologies dear girl!"

The Pandoran woman reached up underneath her hat to rub at her scalp, eyeing the couple of strands that had caught on the back of Lady Van Tassel's ornate ring. "Ah... It's no problem, don't worry about it. Anyway, we'll be on our way now. Have a good night Lady, see you soon."

Fiona righted her hat and she and Rhys waved goodbye to the older woman who waved back until the double doors closed behind them.

Lady Van Tassel looked down and carefully extracted the younger woman's hair from her ring, pulling a small book of summoning from her apron pocket and tucking the hair in between the pages.

The couple start their search by checking any areas where Sasha could've gone or was most likely to go. There was a tailor a few blocks down (who absolutely refused to let Fiona in). Rhys went in alone and questioned him but had no luck there.

Next was the grocer (who didn't want to talk if Fiona was standing within ten feet of his shop). Rhys was told a young outsider bought some fruit from him but once, and he claims he hasn't seen her since. Supposedly she looked like Sasha but he wasn't entirely sure until Rhys folded some bills into his hand. (What a schmuck.)

Walking down the foggy street to their next stop, the company man nudged his girlfriend playfully in an attempt to tease her and lift her spirits. "You think any of the people here wanna join your fan club?"

The Pandoran woman rolled her eyes, leveling the taller man with an unperturbed stare. "I'm not here to win their miss congenitality contest, I'm here to find my sister. They can think of me what they like, as long as they don't get in our way."

The florist was next, but as Fiona stepped up to the entrance, the door was slammed in her face (nearly flattening her nose and knocking her hat off), before the OPEN sign was flipped to CLOSED in the curtained window. The vault hunter was about to start kicking doors down to get her answers whether people liked it or not, but Rhys gently guided his fuming girlfriend away to their next stop.

They both decided that Rhys would do the asking, because although he wasn't too popular amongst the locals, the vile vault hunter was tolerated as well as deadly plague. Which was to say not at all.

There was a general shop, owned by the same older man that had told them to park their car elsewhere. Fiona waited outside, arms crossed over her chest as she willed her irritation to subside. Her foul mood wouldn't help find her sister any faster - in all likelihood, it might even hinder the search. So she took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to ground herself and ignore the people passing by who were obviously glaring daggers and muttering to each other about her. A shriveled old lady even spat at the ground by her feet as she hobbled on by.

It was safe to say that she was not making any new friends here.

Her boyfriend stepped out from the shop, the little bell above the door dingling as he exited. She turned to face him and he simply shook his head no. She was expecting that but the disappointment still stung. Glancing down to the small bag in his hand, she looked back up and raised a silent brow of inquiry.

"Wouldn't talk to me unless I bought something," the company man answered, lifting the bag and opening it, showing her that he bought about a dozen sticks of jerky.

"Why so much?"

Rhys shrugged. "In case we get hungry again while searching all night. Plus, if we find Sasha tonight, she'll probably be hungry too."

Fiona couldn't argue with that. "Fair enough. Now, where else can we check?"

Atlas' head ripped open one of the sticks of jerky and bit into it, using the uneaten portion to point down the road. "There's a church of some kind down that way," he spoke around the dried meat in his mouth. "Doesn't hurt to check it out."

The vault hunter wanted to make a comment about him talking with his mouth full, but truthfully she didn't have the energy to joke around right now. Exhaustion was weighing heavily on her mind and the gray skies were growing darker and darker with the night impending. "Alright, let's go."

The church was nearly empty, the only inhabitant was a priest doing some general upkeep around the building. He also observed them with obvious concern, but so far he wasn't slamming doors in their faces or hurtling insults at them, so he was infinitely more welcoming than the other people who they tried to talk to.

Fiona waited between the threshold of the door, half expecting to be verbally thrown out before she could get a word in. Rhys didn't want to waste any time, so he quickly approached and asked the devoted man if he had seen a woman bearing Sasha's resemblance anywhere in town.

The pastor seemed to hesitate a moment, his eyes taking in the sight of the lanky man before him with a glowing amber eye and a mechanical hand that clutched a plastic bag. The silent woman behind him who lurked in the doorway who had to be the vault hunter that people had rushed in to tell him about. He sensed no ill will from either of them, but he still remained wary of their true intentions.

"I'm sorry, I can't help you. Now please, leave."

"Can't or won't?"

Rhys looked back at Fiona, her bright jade eyes leveled on the priest in an unflinching stare.

"My sister is missing and no one in this whole town can tell me where she's gone? No one can help me, not even a man of the cloth?"

The Pandoran walked forward, moving past the young CEO and stepping closer to the priest. "I'm gonna ask you again. Have you seen my sister? Do you know where she is?"

The older man looked down at her, his eyes meeting hers briefly before skittering away. "I'm sorry..." he repeated, refusing to meet her gaze.

The vault hunter stared hard at the man before her. Her boyfriend reached over to put a hand over her shoulder, silently beckoning her away. She ignored him and leaned forward, invading the pastor's personal space.

"If my sister is hurt because no one in this town wanted to help, you will come to understand the truth in the saying, 'hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.' Remember that, Father."

Fiona turned and stalked down the aisle, afraid that if she stayed for one more second, she'd come to regret it. Rhys turned, sparing the sweating priest a backwards glance before quickly following his girlfriend out of the church.

The vault hunter stormed out, leaving the church behind and marching down the street. She didn't know where she was going, only that she needed to get away. Her head was pounding and her eyes were watering for no reason. Her muscles ached and all she wanted to do was find her sister and sleep in her arms for a week straight.

Where was Sasha? Was she hurt? Why wasn't she contacting her? Did something bad happen? What if she needed Fiona right now but she was stuck here dealing with these wretched people?

Fiona stopped suddenly, so so tired and frustrated that she didn't try to fight the tears gathering along her lashes. She tilted her head back and sighed deeply, her breath billowing out in a short lived cloud. Dusk was truly settling in now and the already dark town was growing darker.

Homes with people who had all their loved ones safe and sound under one roof were drawing the curtains and dousing their lanterns. Shops that they hadn't been thrown out of were closing too, the owners locking up and heading home. No one wanted to be out in the dark at night, but Sasha was. She was out there all alone, and Fiona was failing her all over again.

She dipped her head down as she heard Rhys walk up to her. He seemed to hesitate, knowing in this moment that she was fragile. But eventually he sidled closer and whispered softly to her in the last sunlit hour.

"Hey... Can I give you a hug?"

She didn't turn her face up, keeping it turned down and hidden, but she nodded silently and turned towards him. He placed his bag of jerky by his feet before straightening and folding her in his arms. He squeezed her tight, and when her hat threatened to fall, he lifted it and placed it over his own wavy hair to keep it from hitting the damp ground. Her hair exposed, he placed a kiss on her crown and rubbed his hand down her back.

"Sasha is so lucky to have a sister like you. If I had any siblings, I'd want to have the same relationship with them that you two have." He swayed with her gently, speaking softly against her hair only loud enough for her to hear. "No one in this universe loves Sasha more than you do. Anyone can see that. You're doing your best Fiona, and you're not alone. I'm here to help you and Sasha too, remember that."

The vault hunter sniffled, rubbing her face over her boyfriend's expensive clothing. Normally she was tougher than this, but nearly two days without sleep was really wearing her thin, along with of course the constant worry. Also the abundant assholes in this town were getting on her last nerve, too.

She lifted her face and looked up at Rhys with her watery eyes. "...Thanks..."

He smiled lightly, bringing up his left hand to delicately wipe away any stray moisture from her face. "No problem beautiful."

"Sorry... I just need a moment to get myself together," she sighed, trying to summon some more strength from deep within herself.

"Take all the time you need, I'm not going anywhere," Rhys replied, taking the hat from his head and fitting it back onto Fiona's.

She adjusted it slightly, before tugging at her jacket, squaring her shoulders and lifting her chin. "How do I look?"

"Like you're ready to get back out there and threaten some more people."

An embarrassed smile broke out over her face and she reached out to slap him on his arm. "Well. He deserved it."

"Hey lady... Are you the vault hunter?"

The couple turn to look at a young teenage boy, who was staring at them like they were lunatics. Well, they were, kind of... Making a scene in the middle of the street...

"Yeah, that's me," Fiona answered, looking him up and down. He was watching them like they were loons, but she couldn't detect any hatred coming from him like every other person in town.

The boy looked around, making sure no one else saw him as he spoke with the two outsiders. It was very nearly dark now, and it seemed like everyone was inside already.

He faced the pair and cleared his throat. "Look... My da patrols the town at night, to keep our people safe. He says about a night ago, he saw the outsider lady head up towards the covered bridge, down that away," he gestured, pointing to the outskirts of town where the street lamps faded into the thick wall of mist. "She was by herself... If that's your sister you're looking for... I don't have much faith that she's okay - no one comes back who's been out after the lamps are gone, but... I hope you find her."

Rhys and Fiona looked at each other, before addressing the boy again.

"Thank you!" she called out, turning and almost running in the direction he pointed out.

"Hey, thanks kid, we really appreciate it," the company man nodded, snatching up his bag, digging in and giving the bewildered teenager a stick of jerky, before running off to catch up with his girlfriend.

Night has truly fallen, and the only light available to them now is the faint flickering glow from the street lamps and the light from the overly large moon. The rolling fog that blanketed the area earlier has only thickened with darkness taking over.

Rhys activates his ECHO eye, tracking the foot prints from a pair of shoes around the sparsely wooded area on the edge of town. They are Sasha's size and favorite brand, and they seem to be recent - within the last twenty-four hours. He tells this to Fiona who visibly sags with relief. They haven't found her yet, but they're finally on the right track.

As time passes, they recall the warnings not to be out when the lamps died out, and now they can no longer see the flicker of the tamed flames in town. It is past midnight, and the lights have finally burned out.

Rhys' glowing amber eye pierced through the rolling fog to look up ahead and locate the covered bridge the teenage boy had mentioned. He lifted his robotic hand and activated a beam of light to shoot out of his palm display. He angled it forward until the beam could cut partially through the churning mist and illuminate part of the structure of this bridge.

"I think Sasha had to come through here, her footsteps were leading up this way for sure."

"Can you see what's on the other side?"

"Too much fog right now, we have to cross the bridge first."

Breaching the entrance to this large covered bridge, darkness almost fully envelops the pair as their heeled boots clip and thump against the wooden floorboards. The company man raises the intensity of his light beam, guiding them closer to the end of the bridge. The mist on the other side seems somehow thicker, his light barely able to penetrate through its opacity.

They step off the bridge and start walking over hard packed dirt, following Sasha's trail deeper into the forest. The shrouded mist before them is so dense that they have to slow down to make sure that they're still following in the Pandoran woman's steps. Fiona steps closer to Rhys, even wrapping a hand over the sleeve of his metal bicep, because any misstep could easily separate them in this low visiblity. This was a missing person hunt for one, no need to add anyone else to the list.

After a couple of minutes of tracing carefully over Sasha's tracks, the two of them glance at each other as they can hear what sounds like distant galloping fast approaching. They turn to look behind them and the sound of hooves striking the hard packed dirt grows closer. Becoming uneasy, the couple share a look and Fiona begins to pull Rhys along, heading back towards the covered bridge that stretched over the rushing river below. At least for sure they know there's some kind of shelter to be had there.

Just as they make out the roof of the bridge a little bit away, they look behind them once more as the growing volume of someone or something approaching sounds like it's right at their backs.

The clouds above break, moonlight shining down and illuminating the churning mist in the distance. The fog parts suddenly, and out from its depths surges an equine-like creature with a rider cloaked in shadows. What causes the couple alarm is that the head of the rider appears to be a pumpkin, a crude face sawed out of its husk and spewing flames from its holes. It seems to set its sights on the only other people in the clearing, and after rearing its horse in a show of excitement, it heads straight for the couple like a bat out of hell.

They both turn and make a run for it, sprinting across the now visible clearing and just beginning to make it across the wooden floorboards as the rider draws closer. Rhys looks behind him just as the rider stops before the bridge and takes hold of its own head. The rider winds back and hurtles the flaming pumpkin towards them. Rhys shouts for Fiona and grabs her, pulling her down with him in an attempt to dodge the attack.

As they're falling, they can feel the heat from the fire and the force of the pumpkin fly pass them and explode further up on the bridge. They land hard and twist to look behind them to see... Nothing.

There's no rider on the other side of the bridge. The mist is flowing calmly as if there was never a disturbance.

They turn simultaneously to look for the smashed pumpkin, but there is no jagged pieces of rind exploded on the floorboards like they expect there to be.

Sitting up, they look at each other in complete confusion.

"Okay... That really just happened to us, right?"

"Yeah..." Fiona answers distantly, seeming preoccupied with trying to find a reason as to what the hell just happened.

"So we're not crazy right? Some whacko was really just chasing us, chucking flaming vegetables at us right?"

"Yeah..."

Rhys looks over Fiona and helps her up. "Hey, are you okay? You're not hurt or anything Fi?"

Fiona is staring hard into the distance, where the violent rider had emerged.

"Fi?"

Fiona turns to look at Rhys, a hard look across her face. "Rhys... The last time Sasha was seen was where that pumpkin bastard came out from. Maybe he's got something to do with Sasha disappearing... Listen, go back to the hotel and wait for me there, it's too dangerous to take you along."

"No, no way am I leaving you to go off by yourself after we just met that... That galloping ghost or whatever!"

"Come on, be reasonable here. Even if I gave you a spare gun, would you be able to hit anything with it considering your poor aim?"

"Hey! I've been practicing I'll have you know-"

"Oh yeah? So you're telling me that you're confident that you can actually shoot at and hit your target?"

"Yes!"

Fiona leveled him with a flat stare.

"...And by yes I mean maybe...! A strong maybe."

She sighed. "Juuust as I thought..."

"Look, that doesn't matter anyway because I've got this little doohickey right here~" he preened, opening a digital inventory just like Fiona's, and digitizing a small gun into his hand. He showed it off like it was something special. "What do you think?"

The vault hunter shrugged, crossing her arms across her chest. "What is it, your water jet flosser?"

Atlas' president grinned, unperturbed by her teasing. "Nooo, this is the future of Atlas! A new design for people who have less than ideal aiming skills. Equipped in this power packed pistol is an automatic aim assist, or AAA for short."

"Aaa?" Fiona repeated, incredulous.

His bright smile never left though. "You got it! See, the technology here is two-fold: the actual pistol locks onto your chosen target, then the bullets have a teeny tiny little tracker as the actual bullet head. No way can anyone miss with this bad boy! Buuut, it's a prototype, not officially ready for the market yet. Soon! But not yet."

Fiona was doubtful, but Rhys seemed pretty proud of his little experimental gun, plus some back up to fight this apparition would be nice... What other choice did she have.

"Alright, fine - but on one condition," she pointed a turquoise tipped finger in his face. "Once your shield is low, come back to the bridge to hide until it fully recharges again, do you understand?"

"Well, yeah I get it, but I don't have a shield," he answered, perplexed.

"You're taking mine," she answered, deactivating her shield and removing it from her belt. She clipped it onto Rhys' belt and it flared to life, gradually recharging even amidst his protests.

"Whoa, no no no no, I can't take your shield! You need that!"

She quirked a brow at him in response. "You're gonna need it more, plus out of the two of us, I'm faster on my feet. And don't worry too much about it, I've got a backup in my inventory."

She cycled through her digital items, selecting the other shield she had in her inventory. It wasn't too much weaker than the one she had given her boyfriend, so she didn't feel too exposed as she clipped it on and it rapidly charged to full capacity.

"Now, we've gotta come up with a solid plan on how to deal with Mr. Dramatic," Fiona started, watching as Rhys shoved his AAA pistol down his waistband and put the bag of jerky in the now empty slot in his digital inventory.

"Ooh, Mr. Dramatic, that's nice - but what about Captain Dramatic? Sounds funnier."

The vault hunter rolled her eyes. "Rhys, focus."

"Okay. But just hear me out... Doctor Dramatic, huh? Huh? Come on, you can't tell me that it doesn't sound funny and dastardly."

Okay... This was gonna be a while.

Stepping through the dense fog was anxiety inducing, it almost felt like it was purposefully moving against them and keeping the enemy from sight. At any moment, he could burst through the wall of mist and be upon them in seconds. They really had to strain their senses to catch even the slightest of changes to their environment.

Always aware, all of the time.

They didn't know how much time had passed, but soon it started to feel as if they were safe. Perhaps... Perhaps they had imagined a headless cloaked rider who threw flaming pumpkins at strangers in the woods. Certainly the idea itself was crazy - a far-fetched notion born from lack of sleep and constant worry.

The Pandoran stopped and tugged on her boyfriend's arm, pulling him to a stop alongside her. He had been stalking around just as on edge as she was, and it sort of felt silly to be walking around in circles in the middle of the woods at night. It was late in the year and night at this time of the autumn season was cold and wet. Truthfully, they could just continue to follow Sasha's boot prints rather than waste anymore time on this wild rakk chase-

A sudden glow to their left drew her eye, and immediately she shoved Rhys out of the way, jumping back herself as another flaming pumpkin crashed into the ground where they had been standing. Flaming bits of the jack-o-lantern pelted their shields, but that was of less concern than the rider on the massive steed that had just appeared.

His dark form cleaved through the fog, heading straight towards Fiona as another incendiary jack-o-lantern appeared instantly in his waiting hand.

"Rhys, remember the plan!" she called out, turning and drawing Doctor Dramatic after her as she sprinted towards the bridge for the second time that night.

If he answered back, she couldn't hear him over the sound of the horse's hooves galloping after her, and quickly gaining speed.

She ducked and rolled to the side as another firey pumpkin was thrown at her back, depleting her shield's capacity entirely. She hid behind a large tree by the edge of the clearing, trying to catch her breath as she brought out her assault rifle.

Checking the status of her recharge rate, she watched her shield capacity as it quickly started to fill up from zero. 'Okay, so pumpkins that happen to be on fire are very damaging and dangerous, noted.' She checked to make sure her safety was off before peeking around the edge of the trunk.

Fiona's ECHO rang and she answered it automatically without thinking. She was used to being contacted while crouched behind cover as bullets and/or axes whizzed by her (such was the life of a vault hunter), so this time was no different.

"Yeah?" she answered curtly, emptying a full clip into the horseman as he stormed towards her, before dropping back down behind her cover. The rider took a good sixty bullets to the chest like a sponge - this was not gonna be as easy as she'd hoped. She began swapping the empty clip for a new one when the caller spoke.

"Hey Fi, sorry it took forever to-"

"Sasha?!"

"Yeah?"

Fiona was half relieved, half incredulous in this moment. "Sasha, where have you been? Where are you? Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine, my ECHO just up and died on me, so I had to leave the creepy little town I was in to go to the city for the nearest repair shop-"

"I thought something bad had happened to you!"

"Nah, you know me, I can handle myself. Did you come all this way just for me? I can see from your ECHO location that you're in that old town I was in - it's creepy right? The vibes in that place are totally off-"

Another flaming pumpkin was thrown against her cover, bits of tree bark and pumpkin rind still on fire were raining down next to her crouched figure.

"Sasha, look... Rhys and I are in the middle of something right now, so I'll call you when we're done."

"Ew, I really don't wanna know that..."

Fiona's face burned red. "It's- NO it's not-" The vault hunter sighed in frustration over the sound of her sister's light giggles.

"I'm just teasing~ Enjoy your date and call me later. Bye Fi!"

"Bye, brat..." the Pandoran woman stashed her ECHO device away, turning to help her boyfriend finish this thing off.

Rhys was following the plan, drawing the horseman's attention to him by running and firing an entire clip into his broad back. Doctor Dramatic turned the horse and started charging at the young CEO. She couldn't hear him from across the clearing, but she could certainly imagine the sound of the yelp he let out as he fell back behind some cover.

She shot out of her hiding spot and ran down the edge of the treeline, keeping her sights locked onto their opponent. When he got too close to the small boulder that her boyfriend was taking cover behind, she stopped and lifted her assault rifle to point it at the rider's back.

She used the sights to aim because any stray bullet could miss and possibly hit Rhys, and even though he had a great shield, she still didn't want to take any chances. As soon as she had the middle of his cloaked back in view, she pulled the trigger and shot massive amounts of hot lead into their pursuer.

The rider seemed to lurch forward, dropping a pumpkin and almost falling from the force of being shot at, and Fiona started to hope that this would be the end of it. But her hope was fleeting as he seemed to shake off the attack and right himself in his saddle. He turned, and reached out to his side, materializing a sword out of nowhere. He swung it in a graceful but powerful arc, the sharp blade singing as it cut through the cloudy air.

'Oh shit...' she thought, having no time to panick as he forced his mount to start barreling towards her.

She threw the large gun onto her back and booked it towards the bridge. Drawing the vegetable tossing rider closer to the only safe space they had was part of the plan. She could just make out the roof ridge in the distance, its peak high enough that the mist seemed to thin closer to the top.

But the rider was on her sooner than she expected.

She heard the singing of the blade as it swung towards her from behind.

Rhys' shout in the distance, the heavy billowing breaths from the horse, the blade cleaving through everything with no resistance. Everything was happening all so fast and there was no time to react.

The sword sliced right through her shield, immediately making it crash to zero. In the arc of the same swing, the edge of the blade cut cleanly through her neck. Or it would have, but Rhys was unloading the last of his bullets into the rider and that altered Doctor Dramatic's aim. Instead of decapitating her, the sharp edge of the blade cut upwards and sliced through Fiona's hat.

She landed hard on the ground, her breath getting punched right out of her as the rider changed direction and started heading for the company man. She looked ahead of her as her beloved hat - now in two evenly halved pieces - tumbled onto the ground in front of her.

'My hat...!' she despaired, staring at what was left of it in absolute heartbreak.

Her eyes hardened and she pushed herself up, the fury of a thousand bullymongs making her seek not only victory, but revenge now.

Rhys pulls the trigger to his prototype gun, frowning at the empty clicking sound it was making. "Out of bullets already? Note to self: get the R&D department to extend the cliiIIIIP-"

He dropped down and covered his head as the horseman rode up to him and swung his blade over the young CEO. Fiona was on the other side of the clearing, and whatever she was doing was making enough noise that it drew the rider's attention again. This close to Doctor Dramatic, Rhys could activate his ECHO eye and see that the being sitting on top of the steed really had no head... His entire bodily form seemed as if it was constructed of shifting shadows. Even his gleaming, deadly blade looked as if it was made out of solidified moonlight.

Before Rhys could take in any more details, the horseman kicked off and raced back towards Fiona. He couldn't see his girlfriend from this perspective, the bodies of the rider and his steed obscuring his view. But she was still fussing with something by the sounds of it, so she needed more time. But he had nothing left...! Nothing, except for that one thing...

The vault hunter slides the last of the rockets into the chamber, loading the launcher properly as her enemy comes barreling towards her. As she flicks the safely off and moves to lift the giant weapon, she can hear her boyfriend shout from behind the fast approaching rider, "IT LOOKS LIKE YOU NEED A HAND!"

From behind the horseman she can see Rhys lift his cybernetic arm, leveling it at Doctor Dramatic's back before it explodes out of his sleeve and rockets towards his cloaked back. Rhys'... Mechanical fist strikes the rider down, making him tumble off of his horse. The horse then collapses into a cloud of smoke, blending with the fog swirling around.

The rider stands up and redraws his sword, but before he can come any closer, Fiona fires her rocket launcher at him, the kickback almost knocking her off her feet. The projectiles meet Doctor Dramatic, a massive explosion obliterating their relentless attacker in a rain of pumpkin guts that gets splattered all over them.

The vault hunter flinched upon impact, taking a moment to lower her heavy weapon from off her shoulder to rest at her feet, reaching up to wipe away stringy orange innards and pumpkin seeds from her face.

The head of Atlas jogs over to her, stopping midway through to retrieve his robotic forearm from the pile of pumpkin innards, shaking it off before walking over to her.

"Well... That was eventful."

She looked down at the partial arm he held in his left hand. "So when were you gonna tell me about that?"

Rhys shrugged, the beginnings of a shy smile twitching at his lips. "Eh, it's also, sort of... A prototype. I don't even have a name for it. Got the idea from a video game, heh."

He held out his partially empty sleeve towards her, and she reached over her rocket launcher to start rolling up the fabric. Once it was up over his elbow joint, he fit his mechanical forearm over the slotted edges and sealed it back in place. He flexed his metal hand to ensure everything was synced up properly.

"Hey... Did you say anything cool when you fired your rocket at him?"

The Pandoran tilted her head, "Why would I?"

"Aww, it's just, you missed an opportunity to say something badass like 'Take two of these and don't call me in the morning,' ya know, because we called him Doctor Dramatic? It would have been cool and funny..."

She scoffed in amusement, shaking her head at him. "Rhys, I think you're mixing up being a vault hunter with a movie star," she said as she dematerialized her launcher back into her digital inventory. "So is that what that whole 'Looks like you need a hand' thing was about?"

Clearly embarrassed, Atlas' president cleared his throat and brushed a hand down his jacket, flicking off pieces of wet pumpkin pulp. "By the way... I got a text from Sasha that said 'winky-face' so I'm assuming she's okay."

"Yeah, she called me in the middle of all that and told me her ECHO device had just died, but she's fine. I told her I'd call her back after we were done, so let's start heading back."

He pulled up his palm display and began entering a short message to Sasha as they headed towards the covered bridge. "I'm checking her location now and it says she's nearby. I'll text her back and ask her to meet us at the hotel."

"Great..." Fiona managed around a yawn, so glad that this awful situation was finally over with. "Hey, thanks for everything by the way. I couldn't have done it without you." She smiled tiredly up at her boyfriend.

He reached out and tucked some of her hair back behind her ear. "Hey, that's what husbands are for, right?"

She chuckled and reached up to flick a pumpkin seed off of the tip of his ear. "Whatever Mr. Rocket Fist..."

Rhys nudges the woman at his side and says "I don't know about you, but this has kinda put me in the mood for some pumpkin pie... What about you?"

"...Rhys... As much as I love you, I will strangle you. I don't wanna see another pumpkin for a long, long time."

"Aww, you said it first this time...! I love you too Fi."

Fiona looks over at him incredulously. "I want a divorce..."

Rhys shrugged, a bashful smile on his face. "What can I say, I just find you so cute when you're violent."

Fiona rolled her eyes, but as always, couldn't mask her affection for the dork by her side. She linked their pumpkin stained hands together and pulled him down for a quick kiss. When they broke, she looked up at him with a tired smile and said "Let's head back to the hotel and clean up, this is officially the worst honeymoon ever."

They turn and start walking hand in hand across the dark and quiet bridge, back towards the edge of town.

"A shower and a bed sounds really nice right about now..."

Fiona smirked. "Even better than a pumpkin pie?"

Rhys snickered, slinging his arm over his girlfriend's shoulders and pulling her against him. "You're never gonna let me live that down, are you?"

"I could be persuaded to forget... With a little monetary incentive..."

"Of course, what else should I have expected?"

Fiona wrapped her arm around his slim waist, allowing them to press closer then before. "Well, I'll be nice and give you the soon-to-be ex-husband discount, of course."

"Ooh how generous, my sweet, kind hearted, vault hunter soon-to-be ex-wife~"

Fiona chuckled, nudging him lightly. "Dork..."

Entering the double doors of the hotel, the tired couple were immediately greeted by the one person they came to find. Sasha looked damn near radiant, breaking out into a big smile as soon as she saw them.

"It took you two long enough," she quipped, way too chipper for the likes of the incredibly exhausted pair.

"Shut up~" Fiona groaned playfully, stepping over to give her sister a hug.

She was stopped when Sasha held up a hand with a slight grimace. "Save the hugs for later, when you're not covered in..." She waved her hand in a vague gesture over the two of them. "Whatever this is."

"Fair enough," the older sister shrugged, dragging herself towards the stairs with her lanky boyfriend in tow. "Shower first, hugs later..."

"Actually," Sasha called out, "just get your bags, I'll drive us to the big city so we can get some five star take-out and bedding with a high thread count. My treat."

Rhys and Fiona sighed in unison at the thought of such luxuries after the ordeal they just had. Quality food and quality bedding sounded nothing short of heavenly in this moment. They quickly mumbled their agreement, heading off to fetch their belongings.

After retrieving their bags and coming down, they spotted Lady Van Tassel by the check-in desk. Something had soured her once sweet demeanor, and now she was watching them leave with clear irritation on her features.

"Sorry Lady," Rhys spoke, apologizing for such a quick exit. "We're canceling the remaining reservation but I'm happy to pay you for the night."

He took a step towards her when Sasha put a hand on his arm to stop him. "Go sit in the backseat with Fi, I'll pay for your stay. After all, you came all this way just for me, it's the least I can do."

"Oh, are you sure? Thanks, Sasha, I owe you one," he promised, eager to finally get some rest. "Thank you again Lady Van Tassel, goodbye...!" He turned and both he and Fiona make their way over to the car, the two already practically asleep on their feet.

If Rhys would have waited to see the older woman's reaction, he would've witnessed the scowl full of hate she was no longer able to hide.

Sasha looked over at her coolly, aware of who she really was. "Your attempt on their lives is payment enough, right... Witch?"

Lady Van Tassel glares sharply at her, but says nothing.

The younger Pandoran woman smiles knowingly, before turning and leaving the hotel behind her, making her way over to the car. Fiona and Rhys were just snuggling in together in the back when Sasha settled into the driver's seat. The company man had already inserted the key into the ignition, so all she had to do was start it.

She pulled out from the parking spot, turning the wheel easily and driving through the town. She glanced down to her right to see a plastic bag on the passenger seat. Slowing down to check its contents, she laughs quietly to herself as she finds it's full with sticks of jerky.

Continuing the drive, she finally makes it out of town and starts heading towards the cluster of city lights in the far off distance. Glancing in the rear view mirror, she smiles at the sight of the couple leaning against each other, fast asleep. Rhys was already starting to drool and Fiona was snoring softly, both of them clutching their luggage like teddy bears to their pumpkin stained chests.

This story was heavily inspired by Tim Burton's movie "Sleepy Hollow". Who doesn't love a good headless horseman?

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Can i request headcanons about kyoko and mahiru with an S/O who is like izuru kamukura?

Kyoko Kirigiri and Mahiru Koizumi with a S/O who is like Izuru Kamukura headcanons

these are my favorite type of requests

BRUH IN REFERENCE TO THE THING I TALKED ABOUT IN THE A/N IN YESTERDAYS POST LIKE WHY IS MY HEART STILL BEATING SO FAST EVERYONE OF HIS FRIENDS IS TALKING ABOUT HIM AND POSTING PHOTOS OF HIM FROM THEIR SHOW YESTERDAY I'M LIKE GONNA FAINT I LOVE HIM SO MUCH I MISS HIM UGH

currently listening: KING CRAB SEAFOOD BOIL MUKBANG | LOBSTER TAILS SEAFOOD BOIL MUKBANG | ASMR EATING | MUKBANG

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Kyoko Kirigiri

❤ She likes the fact that she doesn't have to pretend to be something she's not. This is in the sense that whenever she's around people who are outgoing and extroverted, she feels an annoying urge to stop being the outcast, and this results in her completely leaving the situation. She should not have to conform for people to like her, and you don't care about the way she is.

❤ You know better than to correct her on something investigation-based. She will figure out the case anyway, plus it annoys her. You just stare at those pretty eyes of her as they phase in and out of reality. She's always been a hard thinker.

❤ Something you do that does freak her out a little bit is when you just sit in the living room and stare at the wall. She comes home to find you like this, almost as if you don't know what to do without her. The outside world is boring, anyway. You don't go out unless you have something truly important to do, and she knows that, so in the times she's come home and you weren't there it stresses her out, because what on Earth would you consider important?

❤ ^ Getting her flowers after you predict she's going to be stressed and easily annoyed lol.

❤ But just in general, you never complain about how boring something in relation to her is. If the thing isn't in relation to her, and you complain about it being boring, she'll probably agree with you.

❤ When it comes to you committing illegal activities, she will never realize it's you since you know all of her tricks and all of her processes. You have the perfect skillset in terms of having the ability to frame somebody else.

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Mahiru Koizumi

❤ She likes brushing your cheek with her hand whenever she tells you to lighten up. Sometimes you'll even lean into her touch.

❤ The two of you have that relationship where she (in a positive way) feels as if it's the 'treats everyone like ass but treats me good so I feel special' dynamic. Whenever you do something kind for her she automatically melts.

❤ ^ Like when she broke her camera and then like five minutes later you just hand her another one.

❤ "Woah! Uhm... where did you get this from?"

❤ Walks away.

❤ She tries to get you to smile all the damn time for pictures. You don't give her the satisfaction because to be fair, you consider it a bit amusing. She gets so flustered at your lack of compliance.

❤ When it comes to hypothetical criminal activity, you don't bother hiding it from her, because she isn't going to do much beyond scold you like a mother and pull you by the ears.

❤ She is skeptical of you rather often but it's not as if it affects her feelings towards you (in the bad way). She thinks the world of you.

❤ And you keep her away from all harm. Whenever she goes out on commissions you literally stalk her the entire time. It's not that you can't just predict danger (bc of course you can), you just like looking at her 'natural self'.

❤ She is a lot softer less complacent when she is with you.

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Request for Mod Betty! Can I ask for headcanons for dating Herlock, Kazuma, Barok, and Ryuunosuke please?

Hello(again hehe) anon thank you for requesting! I hope you enjoy these headcanons and have a wonderful day/night^^ 

𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔩 𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰

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Fandom: Ace Attorney 

Characters: Herlock Sholmes, Kazuma Asougi,Barok van Zieks, Ryuunosuke Naruhodo 

Author: Mod Betty 

Warnings: none 

Reader is gender neutral 

Word count: 845 

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ℍ𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕞𝕖𝕤

-Very energetic and sorta hard to keep up with 

- He enjoys your company quite often especially when he's alone working on a new invention or solving a case and will also ask your input on the matter

- In terms of actually confessing it would probably be him since despite being a detective his patience runs out quickly especially if it about something that bothers him 

- When he's having one of his bad days, he appreciates you being there and appreciates you helping him solve whatever dilemma he was dealing with 

- Loves the fact that you and Iris get along and that Iris considers you as another parental figure and will loves cooking different treats with you 

- If you can't cook, no need to worry because she'll teach you all the tricks she knows 

- In terms of dates it depends on his mood and how busy he is, does enjoy taking a stroll around London and maybe eat some desserts too, whatever suits your fancy 

- Also is probably touch starved so he loves receiving and also giving affection, be it hugs or kisses, both work fine with him 

- He doesn't mind PDA and would definitely hold your hands while walking around the streets of London, if you're uncomfortable with that sort of stuff just tell him and he'll stop but might be extra affectionate when you both get back home 

𝕂𝕒𝕫𝕦𝕞𝕒 𝔸𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕚

-Kazuma is on the more calm side

- He likes to playfully tease you, be it when you blush or do something silly 

- But don't worry you can tease him back for the fact he can't say tongue twisters and hoe Ryuunosuke beated him in that contest because of it 

- Loves to talk to you about what he's studying even if you aren't in the same department and loves it when you ramble on about your interests

- Despite having a more confident persona he'd be more reluctant to actually confess so it's a 50/50 between which one confessed first 

- PDA doesn't really bother him but he won't be exactly all over you, in private he'll be more generous when it comes to affection 

- also loves to kiss your forehead, it has a weird feeling of security between the both of you and it's really comforting 

- Might also tell you funny stories about all the dumb things Ryuunosuke did ( sorry not sorry ryuu) in a teasing manner towards his friend and it never fails to make you laugh 

𝔹𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕜 𝕧𝕒𝕟 ℤ𝕚𝕖𝕜𝕤

-He's surprised by the fact you chose to stick to him in the first place considering he is the feared reaper across London and no one dared get close to him 

- Is very protective of you especially when the whole truth about the Professor case wasn't revealed

- Isn't that into PDA mainly because it could concern your safety especially since there were many times people where after his life amd might hurt for ransom or blackmail so he tends to hide the fact you two are actually a couple 

- In private he isn't as concerned, being in the safety of your home, he does enjoy spending quiet evenings together , maybe talk about things you did or hear Barok complain about the idiocracy of the defense attorney and witness

-He also likes to reminisce times he had with his brother before his death and how he thought that he won't feel that happiness ever again until he met you 

-If you fall asleep on his desk or couch he'll also drape his cape over you so you don't get cold, London is pretty harsh when it comes to its colder temperatures after all. 

ℝ𝕪𝕦𝕦𝕟𝕠𝕤𝕦𝕜𝕖 ℕ𝕒𝕣𝕦𝕙𝕠𝕕𝕠

-He's a mess to say the least 

- very nervous and is always tense like Ryuu relax 

- There's a higher chance of you actually confessing due to Ryuunosuke's nervousness but if he did plan to be the one confessing he'd probably practice the confession while looking at a mirror but when the moment comes to confess he blurts everything out so quickly that you didn't even understand a word he said 

- Probably asks Kazuma or Susati for dating advice hoping his friends can help his poor soul to not look like a fool in front of you(we still love you ryuu) 

- Dates are usually simple, there's only so much a university student can spend 

- Would probably suggest teaching you tongue twisters and how to talk fast without bumbling your words 

-He's probably too shy to initiate anything in public but might have the courage to hold your hand tho you'll probably feel how sweaty it is due to his nervousness and internal panic

-When he receives any sort of affection he mentally screams , doesn't matter how long you've been together, there will always be a clearly visible blush on his cheeks even of he wants to deny that fact but he might not overly react like how he did when he first received a kiss from you 

- Also during trials he likes to look into the gallery to see you there, it's a like a good luck charm and it helps him get out of a sticky situation 

[maddenleftchat]

May I,,, please request soft yan!Wilbur headcanons? With a male s/o who's been good so he takes him out to the market, shopping, etc? Or just hcs of Wilbur with a male!darling that always wants to go out and do stuff with Wil and gets bored always inside? -Mod X <3

I got you :)

P.s. I do mostly use the universal "you" and "reader" along with gender neutral nicknames, but the terms will be pointed more twords Male darlings in this one.

*X anon

Triggers: mostly just fluff, mention of possessiveness, and yandere like behaviors, please be careful when reading

Enjoy.

Wilbur

Well, let's first off start with how happy Wilbur would be.

It's not very often that Wilbur had an obedient and well behaved darling.

So when you had finally stopped struggling and started to be a good little boyfriend, he was very happy.

At first Wilbur would reward you by giving you space and privacy, then he let you wonder about the home.

But you were satisfied with either of these rewards.

You wanted to spend time with Wilbur and have fun.

So at least to say, Wilbur was surprised when you came up to him with a strange question.

"Wilby? You know how I have been really good?"

Wilbur blushed at the little nickname before straightening up.

"Yes, you have been."

You have this man the biggest puppy eyes you have eye given and spoke, "So do you think then we can go to the shops?"

It took Wilbur quite a while to answer you, and consider all possible things that could go right and wrong.

But, we both know that this man said yes.

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Something to note when you are outside the house, this man is glued to your hip, and he has to be touching you in some way.

Even in the bathroom, he's waiting right outside for you.

He'll also give off low fearel growl to anyone who gets to close to you.

But really, Wilbur will follow you anywhere.

And he'll find something for himself no matter what store you go to.

He just enjoys seeing you so happy.

But he isn't super rich, so he'll likely give you a spending limit for each store.

But other than that, Wilby will be happy with whatever you buy.

But if it's a clothing article that shows to much skin, Wilbur will give you a heads up that only he will be the one to see you in it.

Wilbur will make sure to watch carefully of what your buying, just to make sure it can't help you escape in anyway.

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"Wilby?"

He looks over to you, "Yes baby?"

You hold up a shirt that is a more yellow- beige tone, and on the front of it is a simple image or a pocket knife.

"Can I?"

Wilbur sighed and checked the price, "I suppose, bit does it fit right?"

You nodded with a big smile on your face.

He nodded, and prepared to leave the store, you said did say,

"Only one more thing."

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Your day of shopping could last anywhere from a few hours to almost all day.

But, Wilby will stop after a certain point.

He does love you, but he is human, and Does have energy levels to.

But, Wilbur will be very willing to see all things you picked out, and see all the clothes you bought on you.

He'll make sure to complement you in every single thing.

And you know what will really make his heart bleed?

If you secretly bought him something.

This would make this man so happy, shit maybe he would even cry a little.

Like..

"Y-you bought me this?"

"For me?"

"Your not playing a trick on me?"

"Oh, (Name)...thank you so much."

But after a long day of shopping and doing what you want to do, Wilby boi will want some cuddles.

Whether those cuddles are while you two are sleeping or while you two are watching a show.

It doesn't matter, as long as he gets loves, he's not complaining.

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And the better you behave is the better you get treated by Wilbur.

But I do heed you.

Do not betray Wilbur this far into the game.

If you have dug yourself in the obedient boyfriend, you better stay there.

Because if you do one little thing that he interprets as betrayal, you are done for.

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In short: It'll be a very nice experience for the both of you :)

Word count: 646

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Thanks for reading!

[aquato-family-circus]

I could imagine this style of psychic ability usage starts from Raz giving the other junior psychonauts pointers about strength/stamina baded enhancements to their fighting styles, and it blossoms from there

Ah yes, even when he doesn't mean to, he still ends up flipping the Psychonauts upside down.

Though on that note, I wonder how well the major Psychonauts characters would handle psycrobatics training.

Obviously the Aquatos would be fine on the physical part, though their psychic powers would need honing, with Lucrecia being surprisingly limber for her age.

I'd imagine Oleander would be face first in the dirt, sweating and gasping for breath with some war related line for comedy.

Milla would probably be tired but treating it like one of those gogo girl yoga types of people. Sasha would depend on whether he's done any significant exercise since his time as a cobbler, or he'd find some kind of rational sounding excuse before being roped into it.

Not sure how the Psychic Six would handle it, though I'd imagine most of them would struggle due to their advanced ages, with Bob surprisingly handling it better despite ravaging his body with alcohol than most due to sheer endurance from the harder parts of gardening.

And throughout it all, Raz would be pulling a Captain America on Lili, going all "on your left" as he blitzed past, with Lili being very inclined to set him on fire as she stubbornly does her best to keep going. And probably only laugh if Frazie ends up beating Raz in Psycrobatics or something.

Not sure what the interns would do.

I think I agree with a majority of your assessments!

I think Oleander might have a better shot at being able to keep up, just cause I do get the impression he is physically fit, and seemed to have picked up swimming real easily? But he has shit stamina bc he’s sort of stupid, so he ends up gasping on the floor anyways after doing an intense workout without accounting for breaks or stretches.

Sasha I think would suck at the whole thing, remembering that slide from Milla’s Adventures where he’s falling ass over teakettle while Milla retains her composure. Tries to retain his cool about it, looks like a sweat monster.

Definitely agree Bob’s always been one of the more physical of the Psychic 7. I think Bob, Compton, and Lucy are able to keep up well with training (Bob needing to be reminded to take breaks I feel like he could easily zone out otherwise), while the others are different levels of struggling. Otto especially hates physical activity he hates it help him help help mods help. Ford tells him to quit being a baby despite also getting winded real easy, he lost some of that forest ranger stamina from teleporting around everywhere. Cassie’s middle of the road OK at keeping up the workout. Lastly Helmut gets a free pass tbh he’s got to do a completely separate much lower intensity type of physical training bc his body situation is delicate and no one wants him straining or pulling anything out of place.

Re: interns I think Gisu’s the most physically fit of the gang and is more than happy to incorporate Aquato style training into her sick skateboard tricks. Right behind her is Sam, who’s got the most stamina ever and it’s a little scary. Norma hates having to use her noodle arms to do PE and tries to pretend she doesn’t so god help you if you bother her after she’s just done training. Adam and Lizzie are fine enough at keeping up tho Lizzie complains. Morris has a similarly modified training plan that focuses on stamina and the upper body since he, by all accounts, doesn’t use his legs outside the wheelchair; I don’t know enough about working out as a wheelchair user to elaborate more on that.

[yandere-daze]

hi hi can i please request headcanons for mao and izumi with an s/o that has a dog? thank you hope ur doing well mod!!

Of course you can anon!! Hope you have a great day as well, today was pretty chill for me and I got some new pencils which I'm excited to try out 😊

Mao with an s/o that has a dog

I imagine Mao would be quite delighted when he finds out you have a dog! He thinks your dog is very cute, and it's even cuter to him how fondly you smile when you pat it's head! He just loves seeing you so happy and it quite positively makes his heart pound

He might ask Subaru if he has any tips on how to properly take care of a dog, Mao is pretty clueless in that regard and doesn't want to make a fool of himself in front of you. The thought alone makes him really insecure, he wants to be strong and reliable for you!

Please assure him that there's no reason to be nervous!! He really needs to hear it from you!

He will no doubt offer to take care of your dog for you when you aren't able to. He would be quite good at it too, almost like he has a natural talent for caretaking ( you have Ritsu to thank for that lol)

You would never have to worry about your dog being unhappy or your apartment getting trashed in your absence. You will most likely come back in the evening to see both Mao and your dog curled up one the sofa, both fast asleep

Mao is usually so stressed from student council work so it was no wonder he was exhausted enough to fall asleep

Due to his nature of wanting to help everyone, especially someone as important to him as you, he will often offer to walk your dog to take a load off your shoulder even though he is also very busy and doesn't have the time for it. He just wants to help when he sees you stressed! Don't worry, he can handle it just fine!

You might need to remind him to not overwork himself and just relax sometimes, even if he just wants to help you

You suggest you take your dog to the park together as a couple. One hand holding the dog leash while you hold Mao's hand with your other hand as you two cheerfully walk through the beautiful scenery together

Holding your hand like this in the open makes Mao blush lightly as he fondly looks at your intertwined hands as you swing them back and forth

Izumi with an s/o that has a dog

When your boyfriend first finds out you have a dog he acts like the very notion disgusts him. Izumi scoffs and quickly explains to you how dirty dogs are and that they only make a mess of every room they enter

Well, that whole shebang would have been a whole lot more believable if he hadn't immediately bent down to give your dog headpats when it rubbed it's head against his leg upon first meeting it

Of course upon you pointing out how fond and content he looks, Izumi immediately bristles and gets back up, both a frown and a very obvious blush appearing on his face simultaneously as he asks you if you're stupid or if you just need to get a new pair of glasses. Clearly your eyes must have been playing tricks on you if you truly believe Izumi had just affectionately looked at a mere dog

Izumi will deny until the end that he's actually a softie for animals but it's very evident when you look at how he treats your dog

You would think it was actually his own dog with how meticulously took care of it. Always reminding you to feed him ( or scolding you when the dog food you were buying wasn't high quality enough in his opinion). Watch him buy lots of dog toys with his salary as an influential idol and model.

"Obviously I'm only buying these toys so that dog will finally stop bothering me and demanding my attention. I'm way too busy to waste my time playing with it so it won't get bored this way.

Don't give me that knowing look, god you're so annoying"

He's also always the one to bathe and groom your dog. He stresses how important it is and how obviously he as a model has more experience with things like that so he should be the one to do it

He really, really doesn't want to admit how much he cares for your dog. If you tease him any more about it, this boy will probably explode with a violent flush to his face

But even with all his stubbornness, the way your dog happily snuggles up to Izumi and jumps at him whenever he walks through your door is more than enough proof for you to see how much your boyfriend really cares deep down