#But pls help me figure out a design for her

[silverstudios]

Veldigun/Human oc!

Okay so- The oc won the vote thing but unfortunately she is saying No to being drawn out- and so instead I will type her out and hey, maybe the fellow artist of the fandom can help me. Putting this under a read more cause I am gonna ramble.

Okay okay okay- I should mention this oc thing happens many years after the main doai story- In this case, the sitcom story line where alex turns into a velgiun (I promise this is relevant)

Her name is Beatrice- but everyone has always called her Bee. She's 17, has black hair, brown eyes, small in size (4'11), and her fashion sense would likely be kinda cottage core but if cottage core and pastel goth mixed. Crop top jean jacket with flower patterns along the edges, honey pot dangling earrings, A novelty bee backpack, so on and so forth.

She's quite energetic and friendly, although she's not the most popular kid but she's alright with that. She's got her friends, she's got her brother, she's got her moms, she got her mysterious (Yet wealthy and loving) god father (Who she's never seen face to face, only ever phone calls and once they tried zoom but he couldn't figure out how to turn the cam on.) She's hoping to study to be either a botanist or a biology once she gets to college age, which her scientific family loves.

She also has a fasciation with the super natural, with ghosts and ghouls and cryptids. This is...less than popular with her parents, and her god father seems to hate it, always trying to suggest and recommend different interests to have or to focus more on her main interests. It's not like she wants to upset them, it's just that....learning about creepy ghost stories and haunting old legends just- feels right. She can only assume the distain is because of those old Smiling snatcher stories, but those happened like- 23 years ago? She didn't get why everyone was still so hyper focus on those old rumors...

Well- after her school bus, heading to a field trip out of town, got body slammed by something massive and blue, she'd wake up maybe a hand full of miles away, head pounding, heart feeling just about ready to breach from her chest....And patches of her skin turned black as night with pale yellow strips, a tail with a stinger on the end and a pair of stripped wings that had torn apart her jacket to escape.

And well- I do want to keep the rest quite but I hope this caught your attention. This is basically what happened when I saw alex turning into a velgigun and I went- Hm, I want to make something like this but with a twist. Guess you all will have to wait and see what that twist is :D

[whoatemyshoe]

"just google it" "do your own homework" "google is free" "find it yourself the information is out there"

but they are. they are asking people who have that information, for the information. they are doing their homework by reaching out and asking people questions. just because it's not typed on a search bar, doesn't mean it's any less of putting an effort to finding things out.

like i'm sorry people in the past refused/ridiculed you when you asked them for help. doesn't mean you have to be like them tho. why is learning through human interaction rejected in favour of isolated learning?

[dravikso]

Ok here's that promised post of wips and doodles that I don't want to become lost media in case I never finish them. But like, hopefully I will finish them because that's a Lot of hours down the drain LOL. I will make myself finish them. I WILL make myself finish them (help me manifest this pls).

Left: Eldritch Leshy, Right: Bishop designs

Rest of the more doodly/sketchy stuff below the cut

1: Reference for follower form Leshy (this one's from today lol)

2: Young Heket sketches while I tried to figure out how to draw her face

3: some random Leshy sketch

[foreingersgod]

Pls pls something about emily engstler where the reader ( they can be friends at the beginning) keeps staring at her tattoos especially on her hands and emily catches her

Tattoos . EE

pairing: emily engstler x reader

A/N: i’m thinking let’s stay home pt 2 next??

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“what’re you staring for?” a familiar voice sounded from across the couch. it was so sultry, so smooth. you couldn’t help that your body was drawn to it instantly.

it was a normal day, you and your girlfriend tucked away in the comfort of your home for the weekend. she had had a rough week of intense practice and you had a draining week of work, so the both of you decided to take some time to relax. but it was a dangerous game for you, emily within your reach at all times. she was practically irresistible and you found yourself gawking at her nearly every chance you got.

she was quite literally the hottest person on the planet in your eyes. her hair, her body, her lips, her eyes…everything about her made you crazy. but your favorite thing about her, that made you want to pounce on her at any given moment, are her tattoos. you really couldn’t explain it, why you were so drawn to them. the intricate designs that littered her skin just had some sort of grasp on you, had you drooling like a teen girl over her high school crush. you would squeeze your thighs together in desperation as you’d watch her hand run down her face, ink ridden fingers mindlessly tracing the outline of her lips. god the things it did to you. how her muscles would flex when you’d watch her work out, your eyes glued to the way the tattoos moved with them. everything she did, you’d be admiring the beautiful works of art.

emily wasn’t quite aware of your fixation with her tattoos. rather she knew you liked them, but clueless to the near obsession you had. she never caught onto the stares or the amount of times you’d trace them with your fingernails when you’d lay in bed at the end of the night. she had always figured you’d liked them just like any normal person would. so you would continue on with your infatuation, let yourself indulge every now and then without her noticing.

until now.

“hm?” you blinked rapidly, shaking yourself out of a daydream.

your legs were draped over hers as you laid horizontally across the couch, your head rested against the cushioned arms of the sofa. emily was running her hands up and down your shins aimlessly, making little imaginary drawing here and there. she was scrolling on her phone to pass the time and you were sat there, just looking. for the past, probably 10 minutes, you sat there watching her. watched how her tatted fingers glided smoothly along your skin. watched how they moved effortlessly. it was hypnotizing to watch, getting lost in the print on her fingers. you couldn’t lie, you were getting hot and bothered just thinking about those fingers.

when you had emerged from your fantasies, finally looking over at emily, she was already staring back at you. her phone now discarded somewhere next to her and her gaze glued to you. her fingers had stopped tracing and she had one eyebrow quirked at you in curiosity.

“you’ve been staring at me for like 10 minutes” her head tilted to the side, she was so damn cute “everything ok? is something wrong?”

“m’not staring” you pursed your lips. now it was your fingers, fiddling senselessly out of nerves. you were too embarrassed to admit that you’d been caught.

she just chuckled, tongue running along her bottom lip. her hand rose up to scratch at the back of her neck in amusement at your poor excuse of a lie.

“come on, baby” her eyes still shooting daggers into you, eyelids low but still alluring and intrigued “don’t lie t’me”

“i’m not, honest! i don’t even know what you’re talking about!” you scoffed playfully, hoping she wouldn’t pry any further. but you knew she would. she always did.

“i’m talking about how the whole time we’ve been sitting here you’ve been eyeing me”

“i have not” you emphasized even more.

“oh really?” she said, and you nodded in return. she leaned in closer to you and you watched as her eyes flickered down to your lips and back to your eyes “then why is it that every time my hand reaches your thigh your breathe catches in your throat?”

if your breathe wasn’t hitching when she was touching you, it certainly was now. she looked so divine, practically hovering over you just to tease you like this. you wanted to be mad at her for making you feel so humiliated, but how could you when she was so tempting.

“talk to me,” her voice lowered to a rasp “you know exactly what i’m talking about”

unable to handle the heat, already feeling the blush creep onto your face, you sighed in defeat. you bit your lip and squeezed yours eyes shut as you tried to think of the right words to say. how does one say your tattoos make me want to tear off your clothes and take you right here, right now without sounding like a freak?

“it’s embarrassing, emily. don’t make me say it”

“you don’t have to be embarrassed around me, baby, s’ok” she was met with a moment of silence as you groaned in frustration “why were you staring?”

“your…” another sigh fell from your lips, you were at a loss for words “your tattoos”

“my tattoos?” she smirked “what about them?”

“they’re just so, i don’t know, attractive?” your body cringed as you said it. you tried to avoid her gaze to ease the shame you felt, but you couldn’t help but catch how her smirk formed into a toothy grin “like…god this is so stupid…like they just look so good on you and you look so fucking good all the time. and i just can’t stop looking at you, em, i’m sorry”

with a new found confidence, you continued “your fingers, just the tattoos on them…oh my god emily you have no idea what you do to me. even when you’re just sitting here i can’t resist you”

“wow” she breathed out, lips curled tauntingly “can’t resist me, huh?”

“shut up”

“no no” another laugh fell from her lips. but this time it was soft and relaxed, not seductive to try and coerce some confession out of you “it’s cute, babe. you shouldn’t be embarrassed”

you just rolled your eyes at her, part of you still irritated that you were put in such a position, but another part of you relieved she didn’t mind.

emily let her hands fall down to you legs again, palms flat against you. you could feel the slight callousness of her skin. they pressed into the plushness of your thighs gently as they agonizingly crept their way towards you. she kept her eyes on you, eyelashes low, lips slightly parted. your mouth fell dry as her hands approached the bottoms of your shorts. her fingers toyed with the hems, then eventually pushing their way past the loose fabric until she was met with the silky skin of your hip just under your shorts. then, with little warning, she let her head lower down to your neck. her breathe was hot against you as she let her lips attach, kissing along your body. you gasped upon feeling the sudden sensation, your hands flying up to the back of her head in an attempt to brace yourself.

“all this over some tattoos?” she whispered into your neck “baby…you’re killing me”

“will you be quiet and just kiss me?” you blurted, unable to handle the built up tension.

“anything for you”

and with that, her lips were on yours in an instant. your bodies melting into each other as she showed you just how much she loved you with those damned tattoos.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

i DO think we were kinda robbed tho, in the Vaggie & Carmilla song fight, that lady death ballet herself didn't at one point knock Vaggie's spear out of Vaggie's hand (to FORCE vaggie into thinking more defensively rather than rush in and stabbi-ly) and then have a close up shot of the spear on the floor, right before tippy toe Carmilla deliberately ends her eternal en-point to put her HEEL DOWN on the weapon and trap it there, as a fun and scary visual pun

also can't help imagining a version with an answer to Carmilla letting her hair down at the start of the fight to match with Vaggie...

Carmilla does it to even the odds when Vaggie complains she's not used to fighting with long hair. ooh an answering moment right after the spear one above- where Vaggie shows her shift into taking her own safety SERIOUSLY by pulling off her ribbon and taking the time to tie her hair UP so she ISN'T having to fight with that distraction swinging around

and then she figures out how to block Carmilla's armored kicked unarmed instead of getting her ass kicked trying to charge in

and when Carmilla backs her up the stairs and into the second landing balconies (bc vaggie is RETREATING she's being CAREFUL of herself) one last kick is about to connect with Vaggie's head and she's got no more room left to retreat to and she's singing about wanting to fight with love so she can be around to PROTECT the people SHE loves-

bam new wings reveal flap backwards off the railing into open air and out of danger

VAGGIE LOSING HER WINGS FOR NOT KILLING<-

->GETTING THEM BACK WHEN SHE INTERNALIZES THE HEY MAYBE NOT WANTING TO GET KILLED HERSELF EITHER BC HOW WILL SHE BE THERE FOR THE WOMAN SHE LOVES IF SHE MAGICAL GIRL TRANSFORMS INTO A STUPID CORPSE????

like it's a perfectly good fight scene as is and gets the idea across later in vaggie's fight with lute but hhhhhrrrg i just, look at the other song moments the show has, all the set movements and character moments THEY get, and im like

LET CARMILLA BEAT VAGGIE UP IN EXTRA DRAMATIC MODE

i KNOW we have to fit in an important flashback in too but GODS PLEASE!!! I LOVE WOMEN FIGHTING WOMEN!!!!!

carmilla please beat vaggie up some more in the future or i'll shrivel up pls im sure vaggie would have fun with it too she supposedly loves dancing

AND aDD CHARLIE TO THIS!!! Vaggie could call the fights "dance lessons" and Charlie could be SO happy hearing that, SO delighted her gf is getting a new none-business none-trauma hobby at last, Charlie being SO SO SO supportive of it and watching the hotel alone some afternoons to make SURE Vaggie has time away from work for her dancing

(the same way charlie has father-daughter catch up dates with her dad shhh it's happening don't tell me its not)

BUT THEN Charlie drops by a 'rehearsal' once as a surprise (she brought donuts!!) and freaks the FUCK out (donuts flying Everywhere) bc the "Dancing" is just Vaggie grinning as she gets smacked around the Carmine compound, helping test out WHICH weapons work BEST against angels while honing her own new not-dying instincts as Carmilla kinda tries to kill her a little. for science

until charlie walks in on it and almost sets the compound full of live ammunition crates on fire

to make up for this horrible surprise, Charlie makes Vaggie promise her they'll start going to ACTUAL dance lessons together <3

AND she threatens Carmilla into designing some angelic steel practice armor for gf becaue oh hell no, oh fuck this, oh absoLUTELY charlie is getting NO sleep otherwise after walking in on THAT

pls pls pls and let vaggie be winged this time for the fight toooo, i wanna see some deadly anti-air ballet jumps :(

[g00bergoo]

sorry if I messaged outta nowhere just wanted to give a for fun crossover au art request idea and it’s understandable if it can’t be done but pls have a safe day or night and thank you ! ^^

Pomni In a modern detective au scuba diving underwater and investigating a underwater murder mystery in a underwater background environment. while swimming alongside

the Bull Shark Pup aka the shark protagonist from the game Maneater as it helps keeps her safe and is quite friendly and Pomni be gently petting its snout with her other hand.

while the Great White Shark From Jaws Unleashed be silently swimming close to Pomni keeping eye out and ready to attack whatever dares threaten Pomni in her underwater detective investigation.

Details: the ref images I sent were to help show the Bull Shark’s ingame design and what the great white shark looks like even what Pomni wears while underwater.

Pomni would wear a blue red zip swimsuit and diving flippers on her feet and diving mask on her face with a snorkel mouthpiece attached to it. and have scuba tank on her back while she’s breathing from the scuba regulator oxygen mouthpiece in her mouth

and armed with a underwater style like speargun just in case.

Small cute Headcanons: The Great White Shark from Jaws Unleashed would help clear a path for Pomni through a underwater old sea mines environment by biting onto old barrels at the bottom of the sea and spitting them out causing a small Explosion to make a path way.

but if ever Pomni was to distracted while swimming backwards in deep thought trying to figure out the underwater murder mystery clues and didn’t notice the sea mine behind her

the Great White Shark would swim so fast and bite onto her scuba tank on her back to drag her safely away from the underwater sea mine explosion range thus surprising Pomni in the process but making her thankful as she pets it’s dorsal fin in thanks

and the Bull Shark Pup would proceed to keep a eye on Pomni so it doesn’t happen again.

Ragatha is the one who helps provide the scuba equipment to Pomni and secretly is in a relationship with her and stays with Pomni on a Yacht In the middle of the ocean. Also cause secretly Ragatha is scuba diving even swimming instructor and originally helped her to scuba dive

and even sneakily joins Pomni whenever she feels like it.

since Pomni originally didn’t know how to swim and was shy nervous wreck around Ragatha despite Pomni’s serious skills as Detective she couldn’t handle her flustered nerves around Ragatha.

also whenever Pomni climbs back onto the yacht after scuba diving while walking around in her flippers just as she was taking off her scuba gear.

Pomni would always get greeted by the Bull Shark Pup launching itself outta the water and into her arms causing Pomni to be surprised and gently carry the wet dripping small Bull Shark Pup in her arms as she was in curious awe while Ragatha is amused and comments on it.

and sneakily the great white shark would swim and circle around the yacht protectively with it’s dorsal fin sticking out in similar jaws fashion but friendly ness sense to it.

keep in mind all of these are cute crossover mini headcanons

I don’t know why I said this but idk thought it sounded cute and why not fuck it also it’s understandable if you can’t do it but thanks for checking out🦈🪸🫧🤿🏳️‍🌈

I might just revisit this idea but I’m terrible at drawing any moving vehicles with motors and sharks. BUT YES GUYS SEND ME STUFF! TALK TO ME! BUY MY COMMISSIONS!

Also I didn’t know if the sharks were gonna be just anyone so I tried to make it Caine and Bubble. Tbh only the bubble one somewhat worked (Caine looks messed up).

[sherwood-scribblings]

Sunrise on the Reaping theories + thoughts so far (pt 1)

here's a collection of the most likely and most interesting head-canons and stuff I've seen, both fandom-made and my own

NOT MINE BUT EXPANDED & CONNECTED BY ME:

• Tigress pov, as an audience member, maybe she's Haymitch's designer

• we got a tribute pov, a mentor pov, now we could get an audience pov because of the themes of propaganda she emphasizes... we could also get multi pov if she wants to do smth crazy and appease all fans

• Unreliable narrator, perhaps screwing with the reader's head on what actually happened in the games, capitol editing footage out

• Perhaps Tigress observes the games and originally starts off oblivious to the truth but the more she watches and helps Haymitch the more she begins to see the truth, and so the capitol punishes both her and Haymitch for it

• Lucy Gray is midnight, Haymitch/Maysilee is sunrise, Katniss/Peeta is sunset (symbolic of the progression of the games. Lucy Gray wiped out and forgotten, Haymitch the escaped glimmering sliver of change, Katniss the blazing fire and finale)

• Maysilee wore the mockingjay pin in the arena but the capitol edited it out of all the footage

• Themes of light vs dark, truth vs lies, the audience starts out unaware and conflicted but comes to see how things really are

• Katniss parents could appear??? Maybe we'll see Mr. and Mrs. Everdeen fall in love??

MY THEORIES + THOUGHTS:

• (canon) The arena is an illusion. Flowers, water, fruit, mountains, animals. It's beautiful, heavenly, too good to be true, it doesn't seem real... well, it's not real. Everything seems normal and like you know what it is, but the Entire Setting is actually poisonous and deadly. JUST like the theme of propaganda and lies, she says the book is about. The arena itself is a meta layer to things not being as they appear.

• the cover will have a mockingjay and a sunrise or sun-flare, gold against purple

• the "sunrise" in the title is symbolism, for a person and a theme, likely symbolic of Maysilee Donner because of her kindness and humanity and spirit casting light in the face of violence and war (the reaping). A light the capitol would've snuffed out, to hide the truth. (I have a whole essay on this + maysilee's importance pls check my feed)

• Maysilee is the real mockingjay, and very important, not just a random dead background character who passed down the pin to Katniss. We know how Collins' brain works. Look at TBOSAS. Look at how she foreshadowed Lucy Gray as early as the first book. 

• the mockingjay isn't just one person, but a symbol of resistance and goodness and freedom, that anyone can take on as a mantle, an idea rather than tied to one thing or person. Lucy Gray, Rue, Katniss, and likely Maysilee.

• a rebellion almost happened with the mockingjay pin and Maysilee and Haymitch and perhaps Tigress seeing the truth last minute, but the capitol snuffed it out and destroyed all the evidence of such a thing ever happening, including Haymitch's family and punishing Tigress, leading Panem and the readers themselves in the dark and at peace. Maysilee is the warm sun to bring the spark of a fire, her pin symbolically passes onto Katniss through her niece, thus passing on the resistance and legacy. ....symbolic of how the mockingjay had the will to survive, even when it was destroyed and wiped out.... It escaped and became stronger in the face of its enemies....

• ...for all we know, Katniss' dad didn't die in a coal mining accident, but perhaps was a rebel himself and the capitol planted explosions in the mines to get rid of him. we can't just blindly trust the narrative.

• If Haysilee is a parallel to Everlark, what if Haymitch's girlfriend is a Gale figure? This isn't just because I'm a haysilee shipper I'm built to be a multishipper I'm FIGHTING not to be biased I'm openminded, but i feel the haysilee content in my bones and it's definitely a possibility

• the capitol (and Snow) believes that humanity is vile, that humans will always give into instinct and fend for themselves, that you can't trust or love or anyone lest it lead to your downfall. So... If Ballad was about humanity's corruption, perhaps Reaping is about humanity's goodness (the bond between Haymitch and Maysilee, Tigress seeing the truth despite being a capitol/audience member, perhaps the Capitol cut the footage of that bond to prevent a rebellion like Everlark's relationship later induces) 

• Most people are saying this book will be super depressing and focused on the capitol's propaganda succeeding to stop a rebellion, and I do agree, but, that doesn't cancel out highlighting themes of goodness and friendship but rather enhances them. Perhaps that very thing is what we're missing from the footage, what the capitol succeeded in covering up, raw humanity being the thing that defies their propaganda the most, and punished anyone who acted otherwise (Haymitch, Tigress...)

PART 2 IS COMING SOON to address the fandom discourse with my personal thoughts on whether this book will be about Haymitch and if we need more District 12.

and why Collins would logically choose to tell this story (regardless of pov because that could be anything at this point she'll upset someone either way)

[softxsuki]

Urgent request! Before I start I just want to say that if you are overwhelmed with asks or are uncomfortable with this request please feel free to ignore it. Anyway, can I request baji, and mitsuya with a very sunshine/ happy go lucky gf who’s always smiling but one day they see her self harm scars (that she’s never said anything about)? I’ve always been the therapist friend and the one to help people when no one else would, but no one ever helped me.

I always wear long sleeves cause mine go all up my arm and I hate them. I’ve been clean for a few years now but I never wear short sleeves due to people making uncomfortable comments and just out right being rude to me for having them. I’ve had family members yell at me for hurting myself/ having scars, never really asking if I’m ok. I just want to comforted by my favorite boys and actually be able to vent to someone without being judged and not have to keep up being happy all of the time.

Side note: keep up the great work, I’ve read through your stuff and it has really brought me comfort :’) also take as much time as you need, i don’t want to rush you

Baji and Mitsuya (Separate) Comforting Sunshine S/O After Seeing Her Scars

mentions of self-harm and scars, please don't read if those things will be harmful to you, rather than comforting pls

Pairings: Baji x Fem!Reader, Mitsuya x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of scars, alluding to self-harm

Genre: Comfort

Word Count: 520

Post-Type: Headcanons

Summary: In which you're usually happy-go-lucky so they're shocked when your sleeve raises and they see scars there

[A/N: Hey hun <3 thank you so much for being so sweet and patient, I really appreciate it! I was more than happy to write this for you. I just hope this is able to bring you some comfort! Thank you always for the support <3]

Baji:

Baji is shocked, he’s used to seeing your strong side, the side of you that’s always put together and happy

You always had a smile on your face and never failed to spread that sunshine to the people around you as well, including himself–it’s one of the reasons why he fell for you so quickly

So when he sees those scars for the first time and you let him in on what you’ve been feeling behind your smile, he becomes very protective over you

Not only did he think he needed to protect you from others, but now also from yourself

Of course, this man was always protective of you, but even more so when he sees your scars

He feels bad for the times he ranted to you when you were probably going through your own struggles and he didn’t even realize it

Awkwardly says that he’s there for you if you want to talk about anything (he’s bad with feelings, but at least he’s trying)

Give him some time to loosen up and get used to all this

Yes, he’s very awkward at first and kinda doesn’t know how to go about acting now, but give him some guidance and he’ll figure it out

He loves you and just wants you to be okay, so expect a very clingy Baji for the next few weeks until you open up more to him and show your true feelings in front of him instead of hiding them behind a smile like you always did

Mitsuya: 

Mitsuya is also shocked at the sight of your scars, but he’d never let that shock appear on his face

He has always been your biggest support system, so he’s definitely going to be even more now than ever

Presses kisses to your scars, no matter how old or fresh they are, with the utmost of care, showing you how much he loves you and how these scars change nothing between you

Goes out of his way to design you shirts with long sleeves or jackets when the weather gets colder that he knows you’ll love, if you decide to continue to cover the scars

But makes sure you know that there’s nothing to hide, he accepts all of you, even your arms with scars, and nobody would be stupid enough to comment about them with him around

To him, those scars are proof of your strength, you got through some of the hardest moments of your life and you’re still around pushing through it all, he admires that so much, but he’d never let you go through those battles alone anymore to the point where cutting felt like your only route to relief

Mitusya makes extra time for you in his day, checking in on you and spending time with you to make sure you’re doing okay

Encourages you to speak your true feelings with him, there’s absolutely no judgment with him at all; you don’t need to plaster a fake smile on your face to please him

He wants to face your problems with you and help you overcome them together

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Posted: 12/11/2023

[shakespearean-dream]

last of the big five yall!!!!

happy late fourth of july! remember to keep boycotting, speak out and listen to palestinians, the people of congo, native americans, queer/trans people and women currently being oppressed this independence day because america fucking sucks!!! 🇺🇸🇺🇸🦅🦅🦅🔥🔥🔥

here are a couple good places to donate! please remember to do your own research and take care of each other, it’s getting scary out here.

ohhhh nimdok, where to start with you….

i have been dreading doing him because he pisses me off so bad but i actually had some decent fun with him :D. designing him and branching out farther away from his canon self was nice, but im not touching his backstory or personality really, that stays about the same for me in my head.

speaking of whichhh! like benny, i understand how the game makers had a short amount of time to fit an entire character arc of an old man undoing his deeply internalized racism/xenophobia/ableism in a singular short scenario, but unlike benny i actually somehow like his better?? nimdok had a lot more to get over (well not saying being a dickhead murderer isn’t a lot but 😭) and i enjoyed seeing him actually help out the people he would’ve previously turned in. it still feels a little hollow/unrealistic because again, he’s been like this his whole life, but considering how much AM takes him away from the group to (most likely) psychologically torture him for his actions he’s probably had a bit of a revelation.

doing his scenario was unfortunately funny at times because of the strange way we had to go about redeeming him with the golem guy😭giving him a smooch caught me off guard but ykw? i’ll take it for being able to kill mengele like immediately afterward. also speaking of whichhhh…

i would go into more detail about nimdok and mengeles relationship to give it some depth because god i love me some queers, but that is??? a real fucking guy???? a real life monster???? im less than comfortable picturing the fucker in my mind, much less giving him depth with a character who i also don’t like. like why ship ur essentially OC with a REAL LIFE N/AZI??? just another one of the reasons harlan elision creeps me out. (if that just pissed you off google search him s/a-ing 2 people, marrying a 19 year old when he was in his 40s and defending a child r/apist i really don’t feel like arguing with you. the guy was a horrible fucking person and he makes me sick, i just like this franchise.)

i cannot cough up anymore thoughts about this fella pls forgive me; these past couple days have been rough on my 3 brain cells. AM will for sure be next and after that fully rendered/decked out full bodies are in order!! so look out for that:]]]] i may also start posting some art fight things since i was just complaining about the lag a post or so ago☺️ jk ily artfight. team seafoam lets goo

ok i love u guys!!! if u have any requests for me drop a comment or an ask, and thank you so much for the continued support on my art❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ lots of links on this post but one more quick reminder to take a look at my commission page if you’d like!!! yolanda is still in the shop because they cannot figure out what’s wrong with her :(

have a good night friends 🫶

[ambrosiagourmet]

Has anyone requested Marcille for the ask meme? If not then pls

Marcille!!!!!!!!!

First impression

Gay? Interesting elf girl with a really good design for a female character oh my god thank you. She gets to wear pants!!! It's a miracle!

Impression now

BELOVED HALF-ELF OF MY HEART... most determined member of the party, maybe second only to Laios. Not that it's a competition.

Girl who carries the weight of her existence in her heart everywhere she goes. Girl who doesn't know how to just exist because that would mean surrendering to the things time will take away from her. Girl with bloody knuckles who clings too tightly to the things she loves because she remembers a time when she didn't realize what they meant to her.

Girl who must shape a life too big to hold all at once. Who stares into that impossible task so unflinchingly that you kind of want to tell her to run away from it for a bit. Be a bit more of a coward, Marcille! But she doesn't have time to be a coward!! She's hurtling towards her goals at terminal velocity. But the same love that keeps her tumbling forward also pulls her back from the brink. Because she's still figuring out the balance.

Favorite moment

Rabbit chapter... my god rabbit chapter.........

Genuinely maybe my favorite chapter in the whole manga. It hits such an incredible peak of humor and raw emotion and impossibly ridiculous situations and grounded believable character writing. And no part of it is separate from the others.

What a fucking chapter. And what a fucking thesis for why Marcille is such a good character. Her being ridiculous and her being incredibly determined and her being powerful and her being scared are ALL part of her. Man. Marcille. She will do anything to pull through for her friends.

And then on top of it the way the Lion takes advantage of this moment to pull her strings. Which is just. So horrifying to watch because you want someone to give her a hug but all the people who would give her a hug are currently DEAD and she's left in a room along and exhausted with a manipulative, abusive, hungry opportunist. God. God. I love Rabbit Part II So Very Much.

Idea for a story

Umm hi sorry I am still busy thinking about Rabbit Part II. Please enjoy some shameless self promotion while I go lie down for a bit.

Unpopular opinion

She's bisexual!!!!! Normally I don't hold so fast to like "well canonically this character was into A Man so she can't be a lesbian blah blah blah" but it does bum me out that people ignore her succubus because I really do think that bi Marcille deserves more love. It doesn't make her any less into women sheesh.

Favorite relationship

Sorry I was thinking about Rabbit Part II again what was the question? Favorite relationship?

Yeah I dunno maybe Marcille and Laios? I kinda like the part where they rely on each other because there is no other way through and share an unnamed intimacy born in blood and bone and the way that they place impossible burdens on each other and owe each other their lives many times over and neither holds it against the other or asks for the repayment of debts that can never be repaid, choosing instead to keep walking into the future by each others sides because what else can you do. What else can you do.

They are pretty cool I guess. I'm normal about them though. Haha.

Favorite headcanon

I imagine that castle staff help Marcille with her hair on a day-to-day basis because leaving it just to personal friends and family would probably be impractical. But also I think Chilchuck, Laios, Falin, and also especially KABRU all learn enough to help her with it. I think that the first three learn some basic nice stuff but I think Kabru would get really into it.

That man could absolutely intensely hyperfixate on something like "nice hairstyles from another culture" for three to six months and come out the other side an expert.

[whisk3ysugar]

Okay, so I was holding off on posting this because it's wrecking my nerves. And it's driving me insane at the same time. I'm a perfectionist so that's cute. (No it's not.) But here's my first series/chapter/prologue/thing... <3

Prologue Summary: An Alchemax lab worker was successful on her own. Normal. Same routine every day. No straying from the usual path. Not until her own fear became apart of her. Not until she met him. The liberator. Protector. The leader. Miguel O’Hara.

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Violence (Soon), Mentions of Blood, No NSFW (Yet?), Terrible grammar errors (Probably), First post.

A/N: Like I stated before, this is my first writing piece on Tumblr. I also haven’t written in general for a WHILE.. So pls excuse the cute little imperfections <3 (I hope I can write chapters for this soon too!!!)

What exactly made you deserve landing in such a foreign.. and dangerous.. overall mysterious place?

It’s not like you remembered what even happened.

All you could remember now, was waking up on the cold floor below you. Head aching. What? Something was leaking from your head. Warm liquid made its way down your forehead as you tried to piece together your fuzzy thoughts. Where were you? Back at home? Surely this wasn’t your apartment in Brooklyn. But you couldn’t figure it out. Especially when you were fighting the feeling of unconsciousness. You had to piece together what was happening before you might inevitably black out.

…Recall the events. Remember.

You were at home. Long day of work put you in a vulnerable state. Alchemax scientists weren’t the easiest to work with especially when all you seemed to do was mess up. In their eyes. You had been designing a new function for the machine your boss had scrapped. It was a perfect base for your new project. But you’re getting off track. Finished up work. Left your keyboard in your lab coat pocket so you had to return. Enter the office room. Silence. Dark. Go in, grab the card, get out. Easy. Except it wasn’t.

You went in quickly. Taking your usual route to your cubicle helped you arrive faster. You grabbed your card. You made it home? Wait. No, that’s not right. Why couldn’t you remember? Why was your brain so damn hazy right now??

Backtrack. You went into the office and grabbed your keycard. Then you locked up the room. Habit. You went down the hall and.. And?

That’s right.

You went through the shortcut.

The incredibly dangerous shortcut that your boss happened to mention a couple HUNDRED times not to take. But it was just a door and a lab.. No big deal. It was such a huge space anyways. There was a big machine in the middle. Branded with your company’s logo. You took a look at it. It was huge. Just a few more steps closer and you were able to see every intricate detail. The only detail you missed was a white spider making its way up the web it must’ve spent hours threading and making.

You could make out every wire in the machine. But you couldn’t make out the spider crawling up your sleeve. That is.. until it sunk its fangs into you.

A loud shriek echoed through the lab walls as you failed your hand around in the air. It stung. And it didn’t help your already raging fear of spiders. You flung the light colored spider off and rubbed the harsh bite mark before making your way the hell out of that lab.

♡♥︎

After closing up the rest of the office, you made your way out of the facility and into the noisy streets.

Except.. it wasn’t noisy.

What? At this time of day, the streets were booming with noise.. Well, normally they were. So you excused the fact that it was quiet and made your way back to your apartment.

The moment you opened your door you got hit with a wave of drowsiness. How? You kept asking yourself these questions but you couldn’t even answer them. And within the next 10 seconds.. you couldn’t seem to comprehend what was happening.

It started with a loud ringing which contrasted the quiet you were experiencing a few moments before. Then came the nausea. Lastly.. your graceful fall straight to the floor.

That was it.

That’s all you remembered.

So how did you get here? On this rough concrete floor.. Head throbbing. Body shaking. Unable to remember any moments after your fall.

Well as if the world was just listening to your thoughts.. everything was answered with a flick of your wrist and a terrible thrust forward.

Web.

No. No, no, no, no.. NO. It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. This was just in those comics you spent too much time reading. Only in the action movies. It was all fake. Couldn’t be real. No.. You were hallucinating. That had to be it. Would explain the headache you were enduring currently. But..

How could you possibly explain the blinding lights and colors of such an ethereal realm? How could you explain all those different costumes.. all with that same stupid emblem you saw on TV when the news reporters tried to degrade the so-called heroes that protected your city. How could you even begin to try to process those specific dark colors that seemed to contrast all others.. It was a blur. Messy shades that put together a stranger right in front of you. None of your thoughts or questions could be answered.

Not when your head was throbbing and you could barely think.

Not when you were summoned to a new land.. Or rather, a new world?

Not when beast in the form of man had made its way toward you.. and all you could do was stare.

Not when your life had stopped and you were being pulled into your new one.

Not when you were met with the devil himself.

Miguel O’Hara.

♡♥︎

[luvhughes43]

about rosemary (quinns gf au)

➼ has a degree in architecture (just graduated by the time she meets quinn at the bookstore), but instead of getting an internship she has to work at the bookstore because her grandfather who primarily runs the store is sick.

➼ her father died when she was around 13 due to an illness, and so her grandfather has been her father figure for most of her life. that's why working at the bookstore is so important to her even though her heart is with designing.

➼ veryyy close with her mom!! who was a little skeptical of her dating an athlete because yn has always been an introvert and reserved, but she quickly sees that quinn brings out the best in yn.

➼ she helps redesign the bookstore, as in decorating and doing some remodelling in hopes of getting more customers (which succeeds; hence quinn).

➼ when she was like 16 she worked at a cafe down the block from the bookstore. she has a skill for making latte art and quinn swears she makes the best coffee/sandwiches/pastries.

➼ has a few small tattoos! i think she'd have a little bow on her arm, a small dragonfly on her upper back, vines on her fingers? just super small and dainty tattoos. quinn loves tracing and kissing her tattoos🤭

➼ her fav book genres are literary fiction, classics, and she loves a good romance! she definitely reads a silly little hockey romance with quinn who's just shocked by the smut and how out of pocket the book is! (maybe they read the off-campus series? it's just a little silly. and maybe the recreate some of the scenes....🤭)

➼ when she was younger, this stray cat would always linger near the bookstore and she would always set out food and water for it. it kept coming back, and so she adopted the cat and named it anne after anne of green gables (her fav stories growing up)

➼ her love language is quality time and physical touch! lovesss spending time with quinn and he often helps her work around the book store on his days off. lots of hand holding and kisses in-between the book shelves.

pls let me know ur thoughts💌

[thwardengates]

woah uh. i forgot i had this blog but i did more doodles of the au. which is also bein dubbed the peace in chaos au (picau/pcau for short) just for the sake of my sanity cause otherwise I'll never actually name it

au rambles/shenanigans below cut

uhh if it werent obvious it takes place somewhat during the Forces area? but the story is rewritten a lil bit. I'll b talkin ab chaos energy later on probably. only thing u need to know is I'm takin slight inspo from werehog sonic n fleetway super sonic ^_^ at least for overloaded amounts of chaos energy. there's a whole thing I'll elaborate more on it later in a separate post.

For starters, Shadow is a lil more involved in the story, and rescues Tails a lot earlier on (he spotted Tails nearly getting attacked when out on a patrol/scouting mission, and saved him). He ends up sticking w Tails for the 6 months that Sonic's in captivity because he saved Tails fairly early on after Sonic was captured. He essentially became an unofficial guardian for him, simply because Tails could help repair Omega + shadow could keep him outta danger. more on that later

Rouge still works w both the resistance and team dark, but she gives shadow information she gathers before she gives it to the resistance, due to his request. some work is better suited for different parties so she'll sort thru that on her own too. she's mostly an organizer

characters from SATAM & AOSTH are also gonna be here ^_^ I've only figured out places for Nicole and Sally, and I won't be using archie comic designs for any of the characters in this au simply for my own comfort (I don't rlly have an issue w the comics I just wld prefer to use my own material). a lot of characters may not make it in the full vers or a lot of story is gonna be rewritten, but that'll come on its own time

The characters will get full infosheets later, but it'll take me time because I'm also busy with real life, so atm I only have doodles to offer you. the au is gonna be centric on tails + sonadow but there'll be aspects of other things n ships later i just won't be gettin to it atm

I'm painfully unaware of how to write shit on tumblr so forgive me 🫶 pls feel free to send questions either if it intrigues u bc i do better answering specific things than looking at the general picture

[iamumbra195]

I want someone to write a bleach AU where Ichigo meets Rukia in his early twenties when he's a stressed out college student trying to figure out what he want to do with his life after trying to go down a medical route and not liking it but not knowing what else to do (I'm projecting so hard but we're ignoring that)

The chaotic potential of Ichigo going through his classes and having to run out randomly to deal with a hollow, of rukia attending his classes with him without formally being a student, of the chaos Kon would create

Give me architecture student Orihime that he occasionnaly talks to because of mutual friends like Tatsuki. Give me fashion design student Ishida that Ichigo doesn't recognize because he never bothered to know his classmates beyond a few here and there and Ishida definitely wasn't one of them.

Give me vet student Chad that has like three cats in his and Ichigo's shared dorm that are definitely not supposed to be there but Ichigo loves them. Rukia absolutely loves them as well.

unhinged ichigo fighting hollows the same way he used to fight those gang members in high school because he wants the adrenaline rush. He would probably get on with Shiro a little better too XD.

Ichigo, who started seeing hollows when he was like sixteen after being attacked by them. Ichigo, who has a weird little power that he doesn't quite know how to use that looks like this weird fullbring thing except without the pass so it's more of like a quincy arrow just not the usual blue colour. It's not really powerful enought to fully take out a hollow cause he doesn't know how to control it but it protects him long enough to get away

It's an interesting idea, to have him see hollows but not be strong enough to fight them the way he usually does for a long time until Rukia comes along. His attitude towards the whole thing would be a little different as well.

Also having spiritually aware Inoue, Chad, and Tatsuki but the former two don't have their powers because they haven't been fully exposed to Ichigo's leaking reiatsu when he gets his soul reaper powers.

Having Tatsuki be closer to Ichigo because of this is a nice touch too, cause now the two of them can both see spirits and Ichigo doesn't quite feel as lonely as he used. The two of them having a rekindled friendship makes me happy for some reason and idk, her just teasing Inoue for having a crush on him and like, plotting to get them together with some help from Rukia when she arrives because she likes to tease Ichigo about Orihime all the time

Oh, and her having a water style fullbring that she incorporates into her martial arts and creates something like Fishman Karate from One piece would be super cool too. She just gives me water vibes for some reason

Also, Ichigo not being teen makes him far less susceptible to manipulation from the adults in his life, more mature, and probably less forgiving— that last part is because I want Ichigo to punch Urahara for what he did to Rukia in the SS arc because I sort of hate that he was forgiven so easily like Rukia didn’t even seem to care???

That makes me so angry for some reason. Like I like Urahara’s character but it doesn’t take away from the fact that he’s a shady shit. I feel like older Ichigo would be less tolerant of his antics than teen Ichigo

Idk, it just seems like such a funny idea to me-- chaotic substitute soul reaper Ichigo + College stress and the existential crisis of trying to figure out what the fuck you wanna do with your life = hilarity

(I'm projecting so hard, someone help me, my coping mechanism for stress is escapism and I've missed like three deadlines and there's like two weeks before school starts and I haven't even gotten around to making my schedule yet, I'm dying pls)

[sunshinelore]

this is all I’m gonna say because I’m still processing the mv but here are my first thoughts

First:

THE 3 STARS MEAN SOMETHING I JUST CANT FIGURE IT OUT !!!

I know what the one star represents. It represents straight Taylor Swift™️.

It’s the persona she puts on. I know that. But for the life of me WHAT DO THE THREE STARS MEAN!!! I would say they represent Taylor calculating everything and putting on her public persona, but then why wouldn’t she just use the one star, to keep the code going? It also doesn’t make sense as a parallel to cardigan? I would say karlie but ? Feels like a reach. There’s not enough evidence. Someone smarter than me pls help. Btw the cardigan parallel is not my original theory I saw someone else say it first!

I would consider Liz but in the context of the mv I feel like it doesn’t make sense?

Second:

if it’s the speak now vault, why is it orange? Also, it’s the same design at rep vault. 🙈

That’s all for now I might be reaching but idk!

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 250. brb x oc

a/n: OH BOY also you guys enjoying the fic? pls lemme know(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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Rooster hastily made his way to the bathroom, breathing maybe heavier than he ever planned to, his heart still heavy. He closed the door behind him and leaned against it, taking a deep breath as he tried to process everything.

The bathroom offered a moment of solitude,quietness and Rooster appreciated the chance to collect his thoughts. He sighs, rubbing his face with both hands, then leaning against the sink to splash some cold water on his face, hoping it would help clear his mind.

He holds himself on the cold porcelain, letting the chilled surface give him a bit of a temperature shock, dropping his head in front of the mirror. 

Okay, yeah, he was surprised. But he had seen his dad back at their wedding, he did…why was he freaking out anyway then?

He found himself reflecting on the memories of his father. Trying to remember the best he could, it wasn’t a lot. Flashes mainly, pictures never finished of memories he couldn’t recall correctly anymore. 

As he looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, Rooster couldn't help but wonder if the figure he had glimpsed in the nursery was indeed his father. It seemed like an improbable idea, yet Martha's words had struck a chord with him.

Besides, would it be so crazy?

Rooster sighed, feeling a mixture of emotions. He missed his father deeply and would give anything for a chance to see him again, even if only in a fleeting moment. And if that was it…he’d take it.

After a few moments,  he heard her soft footsteps and Nicole’s gentle babbling approaching the door, and what followed were her knocking and her voice asking him if he was okay, “You don’t have to come out if you don’t want to.” she reassures him immediately “Zia Martha said you can stay there as long as you need.”

He chuckles softly, dropping his head to follow the designs on the marbled surface, chewing the inside of his cheek before replying, “I’m okay gorgeous.”

“You sure?”

He lifts his head to look once more at his reflection and huffs through his nose, “Surprisingly, yes.”

“...Can I come in,Roos?”

Rooster took a moment to compose himself, his thoughts gradually settling as he looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He couldn't deny the emotional impact of what he had experienced earlier, the sudden glimpse of a figure in the nursery, and the possibility that it might have been his father.

With a sigh, Rooster pushed himself away from the sink and turned the doorknob, opening the bathroom door to find Beatrice standing there, her expression filled with concern and care. She held Nicole in her arms, the baby looking up at her father with curious eyes and that few toothed grin he adored so much.

Rooster managed a small smile as he stepped out of the bathroom, reaching out to gently touch Nicole's tiny hand. "Hey there, little birdie," he cooed, his voice soft and warm. "You keeping an eye on me?"

Beatrice offered him a tender smile, her love for both Rooster and Nicole evident in her eyes. "We were just worried about you, Roos," she admitted, her fingers brushing a strand of hair away from his forehead. "You sure you are okay?"

Rooster leaned down to press a gentle kiss on Nicole's forehead before looking back at Beatrice. H"I'm alright,gorgeous," he assured her with a soft smile. "I just needed a moment to clear my head. But I'm back now."

Beatrice nodded, adjusting her hold on Nicole as she closes the bathroom door "I'm glad you're feeling better," she said, her voice gentle. "You know you can always talk to me, right? About anything."

Rooster's smile widened, touched by Beatrice's words. "I know,gorgeous," he replied, his voice sincere. "And I appreciate it. “

“Also…I…” she rubs her neck, “Um…I know this whole thing with…spirits is kinda weird but–”

“I married you.” he smiles, “All of you, including whatever Sicilian magic is within and around you,gorgeous. Don’t apologize,I know you want to. Besides, when you told me about Nicole I didn’t freak out that much did I?” and he leans his lower back against the bathroom counter, “Even if she wasn’t born yet she was there.”

Beatrice's eyes softened with affection as she looked at Rooster, then walked to stand close to him, her back doing the same as his "You're amazing, Roos," she said, her voice filled with love. “I just wanted to make sure, is all.”

“Yeah,I know.” he whispers, inhaling quietly, “...it could also just be in my head. Maybe I should tell my therapist that whenever I’m able to.”

Beatrice nodded in understanding, her fingers gently lacing with Rooster's. "Telling your therapist about it is a good idea," she agreed. "Hopefully Dr.Paulson can figure out something else too."

Rooster smiled, "Thank you,gorgeous," he said softly. "You always know how to make me feel better."

Beatrice returned his smile and leaned in to place a sweet kiss on his lips. "That's what I'm here for," she replied with a playful wink. "To make everything better."

Rooster chuckled, kissing the top of her head "Well, you do a damn good job of it," he said, his voice filled with affection. “...do you really think it’s my dad,though?”

“Hm?”

“That I saw.”

Bea opens her mouth, then closes, adjusts Nicole to her opposite side and finally answers it, ‘Yes.” she says, without missing a beat, “...I…we…my family has seen a lot of wild things,Roos. So…I wouldn’t put it past that. I mean I saw my nonna at our wedding…”

“I saw my dad there too.” he answers and he frowns, because he hasn’t told her about it he doesn’t think. “...I…I think I forgot to tell you? It was when I was toasting with the guys, he just,” and he moves his hand in the air, “Showed up.”

Beatrice's eyes widened in surprise "You... you saw your dad at our wedding?" she asked, her voice quiet with amazement.

Rooster nodded, his expression thoughtful as he recalled the memory. "Yeah" 

Beatrice couldn't contain her curiosity. "What did he look like?" she inquired, leaning closer to him.

Rooster paused, as if trying to find the right words to describe the vision of his father. "He looked... like himself," he began slowly. "Just like I remembered him. He was wearing the suit he wore for his and mom’s wedding I think.”

She listened intently, her heart touched by the description, trying her best to contain the tears. "That sounds incredible," she murmured, her fingers tracing comforting circles on Rooster's hand. "Did…did he do anything?"

Rooster's lips curled into a fond smile as he recounted the moment, eyes stinging just a bit. "He raised his glass, just like the rest of us," he said. " I couldn't believe my eyes."

Beatrice couldn't help but smile in response.Wiping her eyes quickly before he could notice her tears - which he had already obvlousy "Roos…”

Rooster nodded, his gaze distant as he revisited the memory. "I know. I don’t know why I didn’t tell you.” he shrugs, exhaling through his nose, “I guess…I kinda wanted to keep that in. Hell didn’t tell anyone.”

She looks down at Nicole, then up at him "I'm glad you shared it with me now, if it makes you feel any better." she said softly, her voice filled with tenderness. "It's…really amazing."

Rooster's gaze met hers, and he smiled affectionately at his wife. "Yeah," he agreed, his voice warm. "I think so too. It's like...sometimes, the people we love find a way to be with us during the most important moments." he chuckles, “You think…he wants to tell me something?”

“Maybe?” she shrugs gently, “Hard to say…would you like him to?”

Rooster considered Beatrice's question for a moment, his thoughts drifting to the possibility of his father wanting to communicate with him. It was a notion that both intrigued and unnerved him. After all, he had lost his father at a young age and had always carried a sense of longing to reconnect with him.

He turned his gaze toward the window, where the evening sky was beginning to darken, and the first stars appeared. "I've always wished I could talk to him again," he admitted, his voice soft. "To hear his advice, to share my life with him, and to let him know how much he meant to me."

Beatrice reached out to gently cup Rooster's cheek, her touch tender "I think," she began, her voice equally gentle, "if your dad is trying to reach out to you, it's because he loves you and wants to guide you through life's challenges. Maybe he sees how much you've grown and how much you've accomplished."

Rooster couldn't help but smile at Beatrice's words, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. "You always know the right thing to say,gorgeous," he said, leaning into her touch.

She chuckled softly, her eyes filled with affection. "I just speak from the heart," she replied, her thumb caressing his cheek. "And I truly believe that your dad would be incredibly proud of you."

Rooster's smile widened, but his eyes clenched in pain as he heard those words.He leaned in to press a loving kiss on Beatrice's palm. "Thank you," he murmured against her mouth. "I’d go insane without you.”

Beatrice’s face reddened but she kept rubbing his face, “...You don’t have to thank me,Roos. Really…if it helps you,I’ll do my best.”

Rooster nodded, his heart filled with gratitude and love for the amazing woman in his life. "Yeah," he agreed, "Always,

-

Unfortunately they had to go home after a while and deal with them before anything else. Hell they didn’t even park at their house first, they stopped at the Haltons. Beatrice was holding Nicole close to her chest, looking back at Rooster only to do a double take towards his face, “Baby.”

“What?’

“Rooster you look–” she approaches him, gently smoothing his brows, “You look ready to murder someone. We just want the information about the dinner, that’s all. And-and we’ll only meet them on friday, so…”

Rooster took a deep breath as Beatrice touched his face, her concern evident in her gentle touch and worried expression. He hadn't realized how tense he had become until she pointed it out. It was as if a switch had been flipped, and the prospect of meeting the Haltons had brought a surge of anxiety and anger to the surface.

He tried to offer Beatrice a reassuring smile, though he knew it didn't quite reach his eyes. "I know,gorgeous," he replied, his voice a bit strained. "I just...I can't help but feel protective, especially after everything that's been happening. But you're right. We're just gathering information today." his jaw moves and she knows his anger hasn’t dissipated, “I’ll behave.”

Beatrice nodded in understanding, her fingers still lingering on his face for a moment longer. She could sense Rooster's emotions running high, and she knew that he was doing his best to rein them in. "We'll take it one step at a time," she said softly. "No need to jump to conclusions."

Rooster appreciated Beatrice's words of wisdom. He knew she was right, and he needed to keep his emotions in check, especially when dealing with the Haltons. Nicole babbled happily at him and he immediately kissed her head while keeping his hand on Beatrice’s lower back.

Rooster took a moment to compose himself, taking another deep breath and letting it out slowly. He glanced at Beatrice, his expression softening. "Thanks for keeping me grounded,gorgeous," he said sincerely. "Let's go.Get this shit over with."

Beatrice gave him an encouraging smile, leaning up to kiss his chin then Nicole’s cheek. "It’ll be alright" she replied, her voice quiet, “You’ll see.”

“Hm.” he makes sure that he’s mainly in front of Beatrice and he’s aware that he’s now a huge shield in front of his wife and daughter. Honestly, he feels better that way, “I’ll ring the door bell.”

“Roos..”

“I’ll do it.” he pulls them closer to him, “I’ll be quick and–” his eyebrow twitches when he sees the curtains moving, someone was already looking at them, “Fuck,Bea,I really hate this.” he mutters through gritted teeth.

Rooster's anxiety grew as he approached the front door of the Halton residence, his protective instincts kicking into high gear. He rang the doorbell, and the chime echoed through the quiet neighborhood. 

Beatrice squeezed Rooster's hand as they waited for someone to answer the door. Her heart raced in anticipation, and she couldn't help but agree with her husband’s words.

The curtains twitched again, and Rooster's jaw clenched in frustration. It was clear that someone was watching them, which only heightened his unease. He couldn't shake the feeling that they were walking into a trap.

Oh he hates this.

After a few moments, the front door swung open, revealing Miranda. She looked like she was the one peeking through the curtains anyway.

"Ah, my my my," Miranda said with a polite smile, “What a lovely surprise from you three. Want to come in?”

“Ah, no, we can’t.” Rooster replies with his voice firm, “We just wanted to know about…the dinner, where will it be exactly and what…should we expect-I mean, what should we wear.” he was almost bolting out of there with Bea and Nikki, “Where is this…new place you guys wanna go?”

“Oh! This Japanese place called Oda.” now that made the two blink in surprise, ‘Oh it seems so lovely.”

It was lovely, Bea and Rooster have been there before. But of course the Haltons didn’t know that.

"Oda, huh?" Rooster repeated, keeping his tone neutral. Do we need to make reservations or anything?"

Miranda's smile remained polite, but there was an underlying condescension in her tone. "Oh, darling, reservations are a must, and of course it’s already dealt with" she replied with a dismissive wave of her hand. "It's a rather exclusive place, and they don't often accommodate walk-ins. But I'm sure you'll figure it out."

Rooster exchanged a quick glance with Beatrice, both of them picking up on Miranda's less-than-friendly tone. They were well aware that Miranda and Mark were using this dinner as a way to assert some sort of dominance, and it irked Rooster.

"Thanks for letting us know," Rooster said, his tone polite but firm. "Is there anything else we should be aware of for Friday?"

Miranda considered the question for a moment, her gaze wandering over Rooster and Beatrice as if assessing them. "Just be on time, darling," she replied, her smile widening. "You wouldn't want to keep us waiting, after all. And do dress appropriately. Oda has a certain dress code."

Rooster had to bite back a retort at Miranda's not-so-subtle implication that they might not be up to her standards, the subtle grunt in his throat was loud enough to leave Beatrice worried and make Nicole laugh. He nodded in acknowledgment. "Of course," he said evenly. "We'll make sure to follow the dress code and be punctual."

Beatrice chimed in, her voice polite but with a hint of steel. "Thank you for the information, Miranda. We appreciate it."

Miranda's smile didn't waver, but there was a glint in her eyes that suggested she was enjoying their discomfort. "You're welcome, darling," she replied sweetly. "We look forward to seeing you on Friday. Until then, take care."

With that, she closed the door, leaving Rooster and Beatrice standing on the doorstep. Rooster let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. They turned around as quickly as they could and the pilot was tense "That woman," he muttered under his breath. "She's trying to get under our skin, Bea."

Beatrice nodded in agreement, giving a look back at the house. "I know, Roos," she said. "But we won't let her. We’ve been to Oda before.”

“Yep.”

“And well,we know the owner.”

“We…” he clenches his teeth, “Do–did you see how smug she looked?” he asks as soon as they enter the car and set Nicole on her seat, “ ‘It's a rather exclusive place, and they don't often accommodate walk-ins. But I'm sure you'll figure it out.’- Arrghh!” he clenches the steering wheel, murder in his gaze, “I swear,I swear they better not pull any shit, gorgeous.”

Beatrice could feel Rooster's frustration radiating from him as they sat in the car, hell she could see it. She reached over to place a hand on his shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I know, Roos," she said softly. "Hopefully they won’t.”

Rooster took a deep breath, his grip on the steering wheel slowly relaxing. He rolls his neck, then turns the car back on. "Yeah," he admitted, his voice calmer now. "We have two more days,right?”

“Yep.”

“...right.” his eyes narrow, “Fuckin’ A.”