#So I wanna keep those secrets hidden just in case

[neasura]

Ok so now that I posted the icons I can do a post for the player characters that were in the campaign! A lot of the players had many secrets for the PC's going in so I sadly can't really go into what each character's deal is. (Well except for Degaine but its hard to keep it a secret that you have no head but he lasted for a pretty long time!)

[kelocitta]

Hey I was just wanting to ask if you some tips on drawing Slugcat legs. I really want to be able to draw these little cuties and I have everything else done but the legs (specifically poses and action) is really tough for me

It'll depend heavily on how you actually wanna do their legs, but since your asking me I'll assume you like how i do them- I draw them digitigrade when in motion, which basically means that the weight of the animal is carried on the on the toes (the other is plantigrade, which means the back of the foot makes contact with the ground when moving.) This is important since it changes how the leg tends to be formed and rest, but slugcats have a lot of flexibility here.

The other thing to keep in mind is that slugcats are *sleek* and tend to be smooth no matter what pose they're in, so you can hide the specifics of the legs under this and squash and stretch them as you see fit. Think about how fur or feathers tend to hide exactly how the body looks (and thats why so many animals look weird when wet and all that stuff lays flat) As for how I do it, I try to keep slugcats to a tube or triangle shape with most of the weight/fat being in the hips and tail. In most cases, you can get away with just imaging the leg as a flexible ball, and treat the foot as a point (like your pulling on a water balloon). The further the foot from the body, the more that ball stretches. The specifics of whats going *on* in the ball can be hidden unless its its really stretched out

Mentally I don't put much thought into it, but if you need more structure think of the bones of the leg as three sections- the foot, fibula/tibia (Lower leg bones) and femur (Upper leg bone/thigh). Digitigrade and plantigrade tend to favor certain positioning, but ultimately the only major focus is on how the foot functions. Digitigrade in particular tends to favor this sort of 'z' formation even when fully stretched (Humans, in contrast, are plantigrade, and our legs can be fully straighten out even if they still fold the same way). So if your going for that you'll always want to keep a bit of a 'z' shape even if your stretching it waaay out. When at rest, I keep the foot of the slugcat flat. But anytime it's in motion or would be active they shift weight to their toes. You could keep them fully plantigrade, but personally I think digitigrade allows for easier shows of motion and more natural looking action shots with the upright posture if you dont want to stretch the leg out fully. Also i just like the look of it more. (If you want to get into biology more, this would normally be hard on the legs weight-wise, but I like to imagine slugcats are mixed tripedal rather than strict bipeds, and make use of their tails as a third grounding point.)

And heres a very quick run over some of the official cutscenes to show similar:

I personally just wing it when it comes to the sizes of those sections, but a general rule of thumb is that everything gets shorter as you go down- the upper leg has the longest bones, then the middle leg, then the foot. A lot of that is hidden in the body of the slugcat, but keeping that in mind might help keep the leg length feeling natural. (But the biggest secret is that your drawing a fake, stretchy blobby animal so you can bs a lot and be imperfect and honestly just do whatever in a lot of cases and not end up with something that noticeably wrong. This DOES get a little harder if you draw them more lithe or cat like, just because that exposes the leg more) And lastly, if cutscene art isnt helping and you might benefit from a real life reference- rather than using an actual cat I would actually recommend mustelid like a ferret, otter or stoat. They're plantigrade rather than digitigrade, but their form and posturing is a little bit closer to the slugcat and it might help with visualizing the way the legs can sink into the body. I will give a heads up that these are little predators so general search results do tend to show them hunting small animals like mice, if your sensitive to that stick to domestic ferrets for safer results.

Just remember to fatten them up- they're way longer and thinner than slugcats are

[cordeliawhohung]

Death of Me - part 2

Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!Reader - part six (and then some) of "Soft Spot"

You and Simon attend the military ball, and you finally get to come out of the shadows.

warnings: none! mention of alcohol, and anxiety, but very fluffy and fun (: (terrible inaccuracies about military balls, i'm sure)

wc: 7k

It was the watchful eyes that made events awkward, especially for the lucky bastards who did well enough to earn themselves the right to wear those pristine suits.

While a majority of the men in the room wore mostly white uniforms with red jackets that stood out like blood on cotton, Task Force 141 stood out like sore thumbs with their black dress suits. Perhaps it was done on purpose to let everyone know just who they were; SAS, the best of the best. 

Normally, Soap would find himself slipping away to ravage the hors d'oeuvres, steal a drink or two, and maybe chat up an officer to stave off the boredom that always accompanied formal events such as a military ball. But not that time. His blue eyes scanned the room, desperately searching for a tall figure, praying it would emerge from the crowd. 

“Price found us a table,” a voice spoke up next to him. For the first time in what felt like hours, Soap looked away from the crowd in front of him and faced Gaz. He cleaned up well, his young features accentuated with the sharpness of his uniform. “It’s hidden in the back. Should keep most unwanted attention away from us.” 

Soap nodded as he threw a quick glance back at the sea of bodies around him. The entrance hall was full to the brim as soldiers and civilians alike chatted away as they caught up with friends or made new connections. 

“Alright. I’ll be there in a bit,” he said, nearly waving Gaz off. 

But the man didn’t leave. Instead, he settled in further next to Soap, standing with his arms behind his back as he too watched the commotion that raged in front of them. 

“Looking for Ghost?” Gaz questioned. 

“Trying to. Wanna make sure he doesn’t wander too far before we all get the chance to meet Spook,” Soap explained as he kept his eyes locked in front of him. 

Gaz glanced at the man from the corner of his eyes, yet he refused to fully turn to face him. He swayed slightly as he adjusted his position, inching closer to him so that he could drop the tone of his voice and still be heard. 

“I’ve been thinking… what if there is no Spook?” he asked. 

Now that got Soap’s full attention. He turned to fully face Gaz, and he shot him a quizzical look, almost as if he was offended he would even bring up such a thing. 

“You saw what I saw,” Soap retorted. “Remember his handkerchief on the plane? He never uses it, but he brings it with him everywhere. He won't admit it because he’s a quiet bastard, but there’s something there.” 

A sharp sigh came from Gaz as he attempted to sort through his thoughts. “I know, but what if you’ve got it mixed up? Maybe it’s a memento, or a reminder of someone he’s lost and you keep bringing it up like a dick.” 

“He woulda laid me out by now if that were the case,” Soap answered confidently. 

That comment caused a short chuckle to sound from Gaz, but he quickly shook his head to clear his thoughts. “Yeah, I reckon so. Or maybe he’s offering you grace and you keep throwing it back in his face.” 

It was obvious that no amount of words from anyone other than Ghost himself would convince Soap to lay off his theory about Spook. Though it wasn’t a secret that the two of them were as close as brothers, there were still walls that Ghost put up to keep people out. Everyone on the force did, to an extent. Gaz was just worried Soap would tear those walls down and not be able to run fast enough and get himself crushed by the rubble. 

“Alright. I’ll make you a deal,” Soap offered, turning his body to fully face Gaz. “If Ghost shows up tonight without a plus one, I’ll leave it alone. Won’t mention it to him, you, or anyone ever again.”

This caught Gaz’s attention. He raised an eyebrow at the Scott and gave the man his full attention. “Alright, deal.” 

Soap grinned, the type of devious smirk that showed that he hadn’t laid all his cards on the table yet. “But if he does show up with someone, you’re buying my drinks every time we go out after missions.” 

Gaz tilted his head to the side a little, a similar smirk crossing his lips. “Yeah, and when he shows up alone, then you’re the one buying all my drinks.” 

Finally coming to some sort of agreement, Soap held his hand out between the two of them, silently asking to seal the deal with a handshake. Gaz slowly moved his hands out from behind his back, right hand raising to meet with Soaps, but he paused just short. His eyes focused on something well behind the man, staring off into the crowd, and whatever evidence of a smirk he had was quickly wiped off his face. 

“Bloody fucking hell,” he murmured. 

Within an instant Soap’s back faced Gaz as he tried to follow the man’s gaze. It didn’t take him long to find Ghost in the crowd as the inky uniform and his towering height were obvious. That, and he was the only one in the crowd who wore a facemask. But his eyes didn’t linger on the man for long when he caught sight of you. Beautiful black silk and chiffon draping from your hips, elegant off-the-shoulder sleeves, and a dazzling smile made you stand out even more than the tall, burly soldier next to you. 

“Ah. Drinks next week, then?” Soap asked, turning around to bump his fist against Gaz’s shoulder. 

Gaz shook himself out of his stupor and found his eyes landing back on Soap. The man quickly shook his head while his hand fell back to his side. “I never shook on it.” 

“But you were going to,” Soap teased. 

“Just… hurry it up before someone gives your seat away to someone more agreeable than you,” Gaz said with a simple sigh. With that, he turned and weaved through the crowd, leaving the entrance hall and his lost bet far behind him. 

Neverbefore had you seen so many people dressed in dazzling gowns and sharp suits and uniforms. A sticky heat hung heavy in the air of the entrance hall that almost made it difficult to breathe, and you found yourself clinging to Simon’s arm as he led you through the crowd. 

“I didn’t expect so many people to be here,” you admitted quietly. 

“Guest of honor is an important aristocrat. No one was able to sneak their way out of this,” Simon answered.

“Not even you?” you teased. 

“Not even me.”

You had never seen him looking so, well, formal before, and you had to admit, it looked good on him. The perfect press of his clothes, the well knotted tie around his neck, the jacket of his uniform; it made your stomach twist with an odd desire you weren’t sure you wanted to entertain quite yet. 

“What makes them so different from any other guest of honor?” you asked. 

“Power. Influence. More so than others.” 

You hummed in response as Simon continued to guide you through the hall. Watchful eyes would glance at the two of you only to flicker away as soon as they did. Either they were just being respectful and not wanting to stare, or they were intimidated by Simon’s status and stony stare. 

There was one person who didn’t seem to be afraid of Simon in the slightest, though. A young man dressed in the very same uniform as your lover approached the two of you with a wide grin. His short and shaved mohawk caught you off guard, as you had never heard of a soldier doing such a thing before, but other than that, he fit in well with the others in the crowd. 

“Evening, L.T.,” the man greeted, his Scottish accent heavy and evident in his voice. 

Simon slowly stopped as the man approached you two, and you followed his lead. The Scot was beaming, and you couldn’t help but notice how his eyes kept landing on you every few seconds, despite how he was trying to address Simon.

“Evening,” Simon replied stiffly. 

You weren’t quite sure what to do with yourself. Do you introduce yourself? Try to shake his hand? Or do you let Simon take the lead? Even though attending the ball with him was mostly your idea, you were slowly becoming aware of just how ignorant you were of the customs you were supposed to follow. 

Luckily, after a beat Simon turned to you and he slowly pulled his arm out of your grasp in order to motion to the soldier in front of you. “Sergeant John MacTavish. One of the lads I work with. The boys call him Soap,” Simon introduced. 

“Aye,” Soap confirmed as he held his hand out to you, “but it’s just Johnny to you, ma’am.” 

You gave him a polite smile and took his hand to shake. The sheer thickness of his hand caught you off guard, and you realized that it had been quite some time since you had greeted someone so formally. Still, you introduced yourself by name and folded your hands in front of you as you waited for whatever came next. 

“Gaz and Price got a table. You two are welcome to join us, if you’d like,” Johnny offered as he gestured towards the room just beyond the entrance hall. 

Gaz and Price. Two more people on his task force, you assumed. Really, you couldn’t help but feel a little giddy at the thought of meeting more of the people Simon worked with. He had tried so hard to keep it all a secret, and though his intentions were pure, it was silly. It felt like Simon was finally letting you in, allowing you to see the parts of him he tried so hard to smother away with a mask. 

“That’d be lovely,” you said while glancing up at Simon. If he had any objections to that idea, he didn’t voice them. Instead, he only nodded his head and allowed Johnny to lead the way. 

An impressive ballroom awaited the three of you as you exited the hall, and you found your head beginning to spin at the sight of it. No expense was spared for the event, apparently, as countless tables circled around the room, all dawning spotless white tablecloths and the finest dishes and cutlery that shimmered underneath the high hanging chandelier. Aromatic floral centerpieces added a bit of color to the tables, and you wondered how they were able to get so many fresh, real flowers. 

In the center of the room was the dance floor, which was really nothing but a cleared out space on the hardwood floor that was void of tables or other obstacles. One large table sat at the front of the room raised up on a platform, leading you to assume it was reserved for high ranking officers. Smaller yet equally long tables lined the sides of the room housing refreshments and small snacks. A heavy, meaty scent hung in the air with the promise of a hearty meal to follow. Soft and peppy music droned quietly from speakers strategically placed throughout the room, and it really began to feel like something straight out of a movie. 

Eventually, Johnny paused at a table tucked away into the furthest corner of the room, well away from the dance floor and any amenities. Two men sat at the round table, both sporting the same uniform as Simon and Johnny, already waiting. One was a young man with a slight hint of dark facial hair lining his lips and jaw. His hair was short and shaved on the sides, yet longer on top where kinky curls sat. The other man was much older, and he looked up at you with eyes that held a million stories. He was as neat and put together as the other boys, but you couldn’t help but take note of his facial hair, which was styled in what you were certain was mutton chops. 

Once you were close enough to the table, both men stood, and it wasn’t until then that you realized just how tall everyone around you was. Simon was by far the tallest, but even the others were only shorter than him by a few inches. Even in your heels you were absolutely dwarfed in comparison. 

“Ghost,” the older man greeted, “glad you made it.” 

Simon huffed a little as he adjusted the mask on his face. “I would never miss a mandatory event,” he said, voice dripping in sarcasm. 

You giggled a little at his words, and you weren’t sure if it was because you found it genuinely funny, or if your nerves were getting to you. 

“This here is our commanding officer, Captain Price,” Johnny introduced as he gestured to the older man. 

“John is fine,” the man corrected. He also held his hand out, reaching across the table for you to shake and introduce yourself. “Pleasure.” 

Next was the younger man, who Johnny introduced as Gaz. He held his hand out as well, which you promptly shook. 

“Kyle,” he said, offering his real name instead. 

With proper introductions out of the way, everyone began to take a seat at the table. Before you could fully seat yourself though, Simon stood behind you, pulling the chair away from the table for you. Glancing at him from over your shoulder, you grinned at him and offered him a quiet thanks before sitting down and allowing him to push your seat in. 

Simon took the spot to the right of you, and Johnny was on your left, effectively sandwiching you between the men. Despite the large size of the table, the stocky and broad build of all the men at the table took up a majority of the space, making you almost feel smaller than you had when you were all standing. 

Awkward conversation filled in the equally awkward silence while you waited for the event to begin. Though they all looked well put together and confident, you had a nagging feeling that those boys were very much out of their depth. Or, at the very least, they didn’t want to be there. The glassy eyed staring into the distance and bored tapping fingers against the soft tablecloth was a dead giveaway for that. 

Eventually the opening speeches began, and that only fueled everyone's boredom even more. Long, wordy speeches came from men who held way too much power and made way too much money for them to ever be fully respected by their subordinates. You had started to wonder if Simon hid the ball from you to save you from the painful formalities of it all. That was one thing you had forgotten about the military; the bullshit. Simon hardly ever complained about anything, so it was easy to glance over the annoying regulations and traditions they had to uphold. 

Including, but not limited to, terribly bland speeches. 

It was the promise of dinner that finally freed everyone from the boring drone of well paid aristocrats, and that mouthwatering scent you had noticed earlier increased tenfold as waiters and waitresses swarmed the room carrying entries to all the tables. Soon, everyone at the table had their plates full in front of them. Well, everyone but Simon, who had excused the waiter away so that he wouldn’t waste the food he wouldn't eat. 

Golden roasted chicken, yorkshire pudding, fragrant greens, and creamy mashed potatoes sat on the plate with the steam still rising off of it. You could almost feel your stomach twisting in excited anticipation as the tips of your fingers ran across the silverware. 

“At least they gave us a proper meal,” Kyle hummed as he instantly dived in and began cutting up his chicken. 

“Probably more about showing off than it is to entertain,” John quipped. 

The boys all hummed in agreement while you followed their lead. It was certainly one of the best tasting meals you ever had, and it was something you knew you could only dream of making yourself. How they got the mash so creamy was beyond you, and the chicken was so juicy it was more like biting into a water balloon than meat. 

“So, Spook,” Johnny spoke up, and it took you a moment to realize that he was talking to you, “what do you do for work?” 

It took you a moment to swallow the food in your mouth, and you promptly wiped your mouth off on a napkin before throwing him a quizzical look. “Spook?” 

“Don’t mind him,” Simon murmured. “Just a nickname Johnny coined for you.” 

Still slightly confused, you decided not to push on that subject quite yet and opted to answer his question. “I’m a bank teller.”

Johnny nodded and gave you a kind smile as he stabbed a bite of chicken with his fork. “Interesting.”

“Oh, not really. It’s quite boring, honestly,” you admitted. “The most exciting part of my day is watching the machine count money, and maybe fixing a jam every now and then.” 

This earned you a chuckle or two from around the table, and you found yourself smiling slightly in satisfaction. There was something comforting about it. Like you were beginning to fit in with the odd group of strange, and certainly dangerous, men. 

“Every job’s important, I suppose,” John said. 

“So then, how does a bank teller run into someone like Ghost?” Johnny then asked, his eyes glinting with something mischievous as he looked between you and Simon. 

Unsure, you glanced up at Simon. He sat hunched forward slightly, elbows on the table in front of him as he stared at his teammate. His eyes were dark, and difficult to read from that angle, but he hadn’t protested in any way. 

“He would come into work, actually,” you said, turning back to look at Johnny. “Always came to my desk because I was the only teller there who wouldn’t force him to show his face every single time he wanted to get money out of his account.” 

Your added bit of information seemed to stir up some sort of excitement in Johnny. You could see it in the way his eyes lit up and the corners of his lips curled into something childishly devious. 

“Ah. It’s cute to think about Ghost asking out the sweet bank teller,” Johnny teased. 

“What is this, an interrogation?” Simon piped up. His tone was stiff in the way it got when he was uncomfortable, but he brushed it off easily as he leaned back in his seat, eyes refusing to leave Johnny. 

If anything, his reaction only made you want to tell even more about you and Simon. It was obvious he was trying to keep you a secret in some capacity, but you knew only limited information about his teammates, and they knew next to nothing about you. Simon had built that wall and you were hellbent on tearing it down. 

“I was actually the one to ask him out,” you informed him before putting a spoonful of mash in your mouth. “We went to the cinema and watched this god awful movie. I think it was supposed to be a chick flick but god it was boring.” 

Simon shifted slightly as he leaned closer to you. “I think you asking me to the bar was technically our first date,” he corrected so quietly you weren’t sure if the others could pick it up through the chatter of everyone around the table. 

Heat instantly rushed to your cheeks and you covered your mouth in a slight gasp. Was it really? God, you had almost forgotten that night. Trying to enjoy the Halloween themed drinks before Eric came waltzing in like the prick he was just to ruin your night. It was almost embarrassing to think about, despite the fact that it was quite literally not your fault. 

“Seriously?” you whispered back, though not as tactfully. “I’d hate to think that was actually our first date.” 

That comment piqued Johnny’s interest, but you saw him hold himself back as he continued eating instead. With your cheeks still burning, you followed his lead, shoveling your mouth full of food to try and wash away the odd embarrassment you felt whenever you thought of that night. Or maybe it wasn’t embarrassment. Was it guilt? Guilt that Simon had to come to your rescue like that? 

You bit the corner of your lip. 

“Make sure to eat your veggies, sergeant,” John spoke up, pulling you out of your thoughts. You looked up across the table and saw the man looking over at Kyle as he pointed his fork at the man's plate. “Have to make sure you grow up big and strong, now.” 

Kyle pressed his lips together in a tight lipped smile as he turned his attention towards his captain. “Sure you don’t want milk with that meal, sir? I heard bones grow brittle with age.” 

A giggle erupted from your throat at their bantering. For some reason it caught you off guard. Whenever you thought of the military, it was always manners and being proper, especially to your superiors. Yet those two were bickering like brothers. In a way, it was comforting.

About halfway through dinner was when the dance music started up. The speakers crackled and whined for a short moment as it sounded like someone attempted to shove an aux cord into their phone before the music sputtered to life. Soft classical waltz music you didn’t recognize bounced off of the large walls of the room, and a few couples bounded to the floor in the center and began dancing. 

It was a little strange to have a waltz playing in a modern day ball, but you weren’t exactly complaining. With the swishing gowns in front of you as the dancers spun around the floor, it looked like something out of a fairytale. Absolutely hypnotic as the lights glistened off of the sparkles on the skirts and the metals on the soldiers' uniforms. 

“You two should go dance,” Johnny said, causing you to turn around in your seat to face the table once more.

Really, you wanted nothing more than to dance with Simon. Even just the thought of it was enough to get your stomach fluttering. His hand on your waist, holding you close, guiding you across the floor. And everyone would look at the two of you and question how a big brute like Simon Riley, no, like Ghost, could do a thing such as dance. 

But something was telling you otherwise. Simon hardly wanted to go to that event, and if it wasn’t for the fact that it was mandatory, you were certain he would have skipped out on it completely. Making him dance would have been awkward for him in front of so many people. You were sure he would if you asked him to, but you didn’t want to subjugate him to torture like that. 

“Oh, that’s alright,” you said, brushing it off. “I’ve got two left feet. The last thing I’d want to do is embarrass your lieutenant on the dance floor.” 

You threw a cheeky grin over at Simon as you teased him. His head was tilted towards you, but only slightly as he gave you a challenging look, which only made your grin widen.

“Well, how about some practice, then?” Johnny offered. 

It took you a moment to realize what he had suggested, but once it clicked it took everything in you to keep your eyes from widening. Had he seriously asked you to dance? You looked from Simon, to Johnny, and back to Simon, wondering if you should even accept an offer like that from one of his teammates. It wasn’t like it was anything weird. It was just a dance, afterall, and Simon looked… unfazed, like he couldn’t care less. 

When he felt your eyes on him, he turned his full attention to you, gaze still unchanging. He easily read the odd apprehension in your stare, and he nodded towards Johnny as if saying go ahead. 

“Watch your toes,” he warned. 

And, well, that was all the encouragement you needed.

Before you knew it, you had agreed to Johnny’s offer and he led you out onto the dance floor where the two of you joined in the other spinning bodies as the next song started. His hand rested respectfully on your waist, not wandering too high or too low, and you realized how odd it felt to have someone other than Simon be that close to you. You had grown so used to his touch that anything else felt foreign. Still, you brushed off that feeling while you rested a hand on Johnny’s shoulder and the other in his hand. 

Dancing was much easier than you had anticipated it to be, as everyone seemed to be doing a simple sort of waltz. Honestly, even if you and Johnny had been completely off in your steps, you don’t think you would have minded all that much. 

“Lovely necklace,” Johnny spoke up, his eyes darting down to your neck for a short moment. 

“Thank you,” you said, glancing down as if you could view the necklace before looking back up at him. “It was a gift from Si- I mean, Ghost.” 

Johnny chuckled, but didn’t say anything about your near slip up. “He’s got good taste.” You nodded your head in agreement, and a short silence stretched out as the two of you fell into the groove of things. “So, what was your actual first date?” 

You gave him a breathy laugh as you stared up at him. With your sudden proximity, you were able to make out a few more features about him you hadn’t noticed before; namely, the scar that ran along his chin. He was young, and didn’t quite look like a hardened soldier yet, and you found yourself secretly hoping that it wouldn’t destroy the playfulness he had been demonstrating throughout the night. 

“I see what you’re doing,” you chuckled. “Using the dance as an excuse to interrogate me further, are you?” 

He gave you a toothy grin. “Getting anything out of Ghost is hopeless. Figured you were the next best bet.” 

You grinned back. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, he’s as tight lipped with me as he is with you. I hardly knew any of you existed before tonight.” 

“Doesn’t surprise me,” Johnny chuckled. He then paused for a moment before trying to encourage you one more time. “So… the date?” 

A soft sigh left you as you recalled the events of that night yet again. It wasn’t anything special, or at least you didn’t want it to be, yet it still felt difficult to talk about it at the same time. 

“I uh… invited him out for drinks under the guise that I didn’t want to go alone,” you said, beginning your tale. “Things were going great for a bit, but I ran into an… old friend, of sorts. He was wasted and got a bit handsy and…”

“Ghost give him a good smack?” Johnny finished. 

“Something like that.” 

It was a lot more than just a good smack. It was the closest you had ever seen to anyone losing themselves within a split moment. The sickening crack and squelch of his jaw, the way his eyes rolled into the back of his head, the loud thump that followed as he hit the ground. At first you were scared. Not really of Simon, just of the violence of it all, despite how necessary it was and how thankful you were for it. But as time grew on, you found yourself almost enjoying the memory of it despite the guilt. It was enjoyable how Eric finally got what he deserved. 

Maybe that was something to be scared about. How much you liked it. 

“Alright, is it my turn to ask a question?” you asked. 

Johnny nodded. “Aye, it’s only fair.”

“Why Spook?”

That question got a chuckle out of him, but he didn’t seem at all hesitant to answer. In fact, he almost seemed a little excited. 

“Well, it was only fitting, considering you’re with a man named Ghost. Ghost and Spook just felt right,” he explained.

The simplicity of it all surprised you. You had expected nicknames to come with long and complicated stories, not just something that someone thought of on a whim. Or maybe codenames and things of that sort weren’t as deep as you thought they were. 

“Cute. I like it,” you admitted. “Surprised he even mentioned me to you, though.” 

“Oh, nae, he never mentioned you. That part I figured out on my own,” Johnny admitted triumphantly. 

You hummed, though you weren’t at all surprised. “Smart man.”

“Ghost said the same thing to me once.” 

“How did you figure it out, then?” 

He paused for a moment as he adjusted his grip on your waist some, but his eyes began to glance around the room. They landed back on the table where the others were at for a short moment before he spoke again. 

“That handkerchief. Kept looking at it whenever we were out on missions.” His eyes fell back down to you. “Knew right then and there the poor bastard had fallen for someone. He kept sidestepping it whenever I asked about it. Nearly had me second guessing myself. Yet, here you are.” 

Out of any answer Johnny could have strung together, that had been the very last thing you ever would have thought of. But god did it light something within you. Something fresh, something overpowering and burning. 

“I didn’t even realize he still kept that stupid thing,” you muttered, breaking your gaze off of Johnny to look somewhere off to the side. 

“My turn?” Johnny asked, to which you nodded. “What’s it mean? The handkerchief?” 

His eyes flickered to your lips as your teeth sunk into them, biting at the raised scar that cut through the corner of your lip. You swallowed before looking back up at him. 

“My lip started bleeding at work once while he was there. He gave me his handkerchief to clean it up. I told him that I would just ruin it, but he insisted. I felt bad about staining it, and I certainly wasn’t going to give it back to him like that, so I went out and bought him a new one. Didn’t expect him to carry it around with him, though. It was mostly a gag gift, if anything,” you explained. 

Johnny watched you with kind eyes the entire time you explained yourself. He wasn’t just learning about you, he was learning about Ghost. The man he had been fighting next to, the man he trusted his life with. He’d fight tooth and nail for that man, and now that you were in the picture, that only fueled that desire even more. 

“He carries it in his back left pocket when we’re overseas,” he said, the careful and even tone of his voice catching you off guard. “Sometimes the corner of it sticks out, but it’s always there.” 

As if you needed another reason to fall in love with Simon, there Johnny went, adding another one onto the constantly growing list. It was such a simple and stupid thing, but it made your heart skip a beat all the same. But that feeling was quickly drowned by something else. Something a bit more painful. You could feel it in the way your chest tightened and your mind spun. 

“Can I ask you another question?” you piped up. 

“‘Course.” 

All the moisture left your mouth, and suddenly your tongue felt too big. The question that rattled around in your mind was a simple one, but you were terrified of the answer. But it was something you could never ask Simon. Not if you wanted a legitimate answer, anyway. 

“How much danger are you guys on your missions? Truthfully,” you asked. 

The question burned just as much coming out as it did keeping it trapped in, but you told yourself you needed to ask it. Johnny’s expression didn’t change much, but he was silent for a moment as he carefully curated an answer for you. 

“Well, we get excellent hazard pay, if that’s what you’re wonderin’,” he said, attempting to crack a joke. Though you appreciated it, it wasn’t the answer you were looking for, and he knew that, too. “But I won't lie to you. We get sent on high priority missions, dangerous ones. It’s what we agreed to when we joined the forces. Being in the SAS isn’t supposed to be easy.” 

Of course. What other answer had you expected from him? Simon gets to sit in the back of the humvee in full juggernaut armor just so he can go home safe to his little girlfriend? He was a soldier. Danger was a part of the job. Dying was too, in some cases. A case that you hoped would never happen to him, or any of them, for that matter. 

Johnny was quick to recognize the dejected look that invaded your eyes, and you felt his movements grow a little more firm as he continued to lead you across the dance floor. Really, he could have left his answer at that, as it was the most obvious and true thing he could say. Still, his playful smile softened into something more sincere. Something more understanding. 

“But keep in mind,” he continued, “we wouldn’t be in the SAS if we weren’t the best of the best. We’re good at what we do. Ghost is like a brother to me. I’d do anything to protect him, just as he would for me. We’ll get him home safe, hen. Promise.” 

You knew better than anyone that promises meant very little. They were easily broken, both willing and unwilling. Because of that, it was always difficult for you to put your faith in people. The promise to change, the promise to stay, the promise to be better; it had all been shattered so many times. Even your own broken promises laid in rotting shards embedded in the bottom of your feet. Everyone you ever knew left a trail of blood in their wake, just like you. 

But it wasn’t the promise that was important. It was the act. The want. The words. It was everything else. Johnny wanted to bring Simon home safe. In that moment, that was good enough for you. 

“Thanks, Johnny. I’m glad he has someone like you to watch his back,” you said, your voice coming out a bit weaker than you had intended it to be. 

The song ended and almost instantly rolled over into another song. The airy fabric of your dress flittered with your movements and it wrapped around your legs as you and Johnny continued to dance. More people had joined on the floor by that point, and there was a photographer wandering around taking elegantly timed pictures of every important looking person they could find. 

Simon wasn’t able to take his eyes off of you the entire time you and Johnny danced. Not because he didn’t trust Johnny to be a gentleman, but because he was enamored by you. How the dress fit on your body, how your smile outshined even the expensive chandelier above your heads, how your eyes glimmered in the light. He loved you best like that. Not when you were dressed up (though it was nice to see), but when he could watch you from afar. When he could just sit and watch you enjoy your life and catch every little detail about you that he could. It was perfect. 

You were perfect. 

“She’s a sweet girl,” John spoke up, attempting to catch Simon’s attention. At that point, he wasn’t even sure death could rip his eyes away from you. 

“She is,” he quietly agreed. “More than I deserve.” 

John could only hum in response as he fished for something else to say. His eyes wandered over to the pint of beer that sat next to his empty plate. “When was the last time you went on holiday?” 

Well, it wasn’t quite death, but it was enough to shock him and finally get Simon to turn his attention to his captain. “Holiday? Being stuck on base is the only vacation I need,” he answered, somewhat sarcastically. 

Kyle sat between the two of them, awkwardly glancing back and forth between the men as if he were a child stuck between arguing parents. Neither man paid him much mind though, and he continued to pull out his phone as he attempted to block everything out. 

“I’m talking about an actual holiday, Ghost,” John corrected, and it was difficult to tell if the frustration in his voice was playful or not. 

“I don’t need a vacation,” Simon said with a small shake of his head. 

“Spook agree with you on that?” 

Simon tilted his head slightly, and his eyebrows quirked up with dangerous intent. It was as if he was challenging the man. He shifted slightly in his seat, leaning forward in a way that made Kyle look up from his phone. 

“If you’re tryin’ to say somethin’ just say it,” Simon urged with a sigh. 

“You haven’t taken proper leave in ages,” John elaborated. “You’ve got a nice girl in your life now. Maybe you should use some of that time off and spend it with her.” 

Never in a million years did he ever think he would be getting relationship advice from John fucking Price, yet there Simon sat at that small table full of stupidly expensive silverware, letting the man tutor him. He wasn’t sure what annoyed him more; the situation itself, or the fact that he knew the bastard was right. 

A sigh left Simon, which was quickly muffled by the thick fabric of his mask as he turned away from John and put his attention back on you. Throughout his entire career, he hadn’t ever taken a proper vacation. Whatever time he had spent away from work in the past was either picking up the shattered pieces of what was once his family, or healing from wounds. Sure he knew how to relax when he wasn’t deployed. Even between the paperwork he had to do on base as a lieutenant, it wasn’t like work consumed him all the time. But it did keep him chained and on a tight leash. 

“I’ll think about it,” Simon spoke, the tone in his voice marking the end of the conversation. 

Another hum came from John which quickly turned into a gruff chuckle as he raised his glass to his lips. “Better think carefully.” 

Eventually, you and Johnny got either too bored or too tired to keep up with the painfully traditional waltzes and returned back to the others at the table. The rest of the night was quickly filled with joyous laughter from playful jokes to entertaining stories while everything continued on around you. 

Later in the evening was when things began to devolve into something that resembled childish chaos. It was the type of chaos that was led by the tough members of the military, which only made it more entertaining to watch. Replace the waltz music with something that resembled more of a modern dance, and switch the water out for booze, and suddenly the ball turned into a genuine party. People swarmed the dance floor, stumbling around in their dresses and uniforms while attempting to sway to the fast paced music. 

“I think that’s my queue to leave,” John spoke up while patting his hands on the table. His eyes focused out on the crowd of drunken attendants on the floor, their bodies weaving together while their arms flung haphazardly around their heads. 

“Past your bedtime?” Kyle teased. 

“Everyone needs their beauty sleep,” John retorted. 

It wasn’t until the word sleep was mentioned that you realized just how tired you were. Between the excitement of that evening, and spending most of the day stressing and preparing for the event, you found yourself quite exhausted. You could feel it in the heaviness of your limbs and the featherlight airiness of your mind. 

“Tired, sweetheart?” Simon asked, his voice low and quiet. God, that hint of gruffness to his words made you want to wrap yourself in his voice so tightly that you would suffocate. 

“A little, yeah,” you confirmed as you looked up at him. You weren’t sure how you hadn’t noticed it earlier, but when you made eye contact with him, you realized you could see the reflection of the lights in his eyes. The dark brown, almost black, color of his irises mimicked that of a mirror, and you could see the beauty of the venue through them. 

“Sounds like we’ll be headed out, too,” Simon spoke up, addressing the table. 

“What? Already?” Johnny asked, dejected. “You two didn’t even dance!” 

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his childlike sadness. “There will be other dances,” you assured him. 

“Yeah, none he’s going to want to go to,” Johnny grumbled. 

It was for the best, anyway. Being able to attend the ball with Simon was a miracle within itself, and you weren’t going to push your luck by making him dance with you, something you knew would certainly make him uncomfortable. That night was already a dream come true, and you’d rather not turn it into something awkward. 

So the two of you said your farewells and expressed your gratitude in finally being able to meet them. Then you began to weave through the tables with your arm wrapped around Simon’s as he led you towards the exit. Laughter hung heavy in the air even as you left, and you let it fill the comfortable silence between the two of you. It was a good night, you decided. A magical one, even. But it was ending, and soon it turned into nothing but muffled music through a set of heavy wooden doors. 

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[yanderes-galore]

Hello!! I'd like to request for homestuck please! Do you have any headcanons for the type of yandere Dirk Strider would be? And how he may treat or act around his darling?

(If you need a time frame at all in the comic timeline, I can suggest post-game (before the epilogues so no worry to know those or hs^2) - it might work out easier to write for!! Otherwise if you don't, disregard this paragraph hehe)

Sure! Sorry it took so long (It's been MONTHS 😥😭), I needed to shove the entirety of Homestuck in my brain and have coherent thoughts about it. I'm actually not entirely done with Act 6 yet (I wanna say halfway through-ish?) so if he's very OOC my bad.... I can make an updated version at a later date maybe? Take this as an AU of Act 6 just in case, I just wanted to explore his yandere type.

Here's what I got! Now that I think about it I want to write more for Homestuck... it's really good and I'm happy I finally experienced it. Thanks Tumblr 💜 I tried to keep this general as the first concept for a character I write typically is :)

Writers who gave me motivation and inspiration to start this work; @yandere--stuck and @bunnyjam-imagines . Your work is incredible and keep doing what you're doing ^^ 💜Your Dirk fics really helped me with this so I dedicate this to you, too. IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO BE TAGGED LET ME KNOW, THANKS.

Possible Spoilers For Homestuck Act 6

Yandere! Dirk Strider Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Manipulation, Overprotective behavior, Hidden cameras, Secret recording, Dirk struggles expressing feelings, Invasion of privacy, Brief violence mention, Swearing, Kidnapping, Dubious relationship, Isolation, Controlling behavior, Implied jealousy, Angst, I like this version of yandere Dirk where he just feels conflicted.

Dirk is a very interesting character and I've noticed there has been a pattern in the way people write him as a yandere.

Dirk seems like a yandere whose lucid in his behavior.

He has tendencies to know what he's doing is wrong, or at least this is a pattern I've seen in the way others write him.

I can agree with this as Dirk seems like he takes on the role as guardian for the other people in his group at times (Jake, Jane, Roxy).

Dirk would be very caring towards his darling despite the emotional baggage he has behind the scenes.

He most likely met you through a chat client like the rest.

Since he was young he's always had an interest in puppets, robots, and horses...

He could've met you through one of these interests or by one of his other friends introducing you.

Either way, Dirk finds himself talking to you more and more when he adds your handle.

Dirk's yandere behavior isn't overly romantic even when his feelings are that way.

He doesn't really like expressing it all that much.

Dirk's behavior comes off as just him looking out for you.

He's like a guardian who's willing to do anything for those he cares about.

Based on the fact Dirk has made robots for Jake and Jane in the past, usually for special occasions or requests, he probably would make one for you eventually.

Dirk is very skilled with robotics and wouldn't mind creating some sort of bot for you no matter the size or purpose.

Dirk does try to keep one goal constant when making you a robot gift...

It has to protect you.

He's responsible and wants nothing more than those he cares about out of harm's way.

If they reciprocate his feelings or not doesn't matter....

When he does make that robot gift he puts a lot of his time into it.

AR has to spend a lot of time responding to his friends as all of his time is spent multi-tasking on a ton of tasks.

Building your gift... talking to you... watching his dreamself...

He's kind of worn thin.

Once it's finished he sends it to you with a brief message.

It's his way of showing his care even if he seems very closed off with feelings.

This robot is the first camera he manages to sneak in your home.

Dirk even has secret folders on his PC of just footage.

Part of him feels guilty for recording you... but he tries to reassure himself this is what a robotic guardian needs.

The robot is the biggest part leading into his obsession.

It can act on its own to protect you or like a drone he can control and see through.

He feels guilty that he's using it to interact with you like he's actually there....

Dirk's feelings could swap over the more he sneaks electronics into your house and the more he cyberstalks you.

There's a certain threshold he passes when he eventually has to admit he's got feelings for you if he has them.

Clearly he doesn't just want to protect you like a friend, right?

Why else would he watch you sleep with that robot you thought of as a cute gift from him?

He can't help but search through files upon files containing pictures and video feed of you being... you.

He feels he could never admit it fully but he does like you.

One way or another....

Dirk's obsession is very... what's the word... quiet?

He seems like the yandere who would just hover in your shadow... just to keep you out of harm.

He isn't a very violent yandere and is more just like a guardian to you due to his fear of revealing his feelings, which makes him work well as a platonic or romantic yandere.

Dirk probably could use violence to protect you but doesn't always tend to.

His robot guardian he made for you is indeed armed, though.

The robot he gave you isn't as merciful and may even get bloody if it has to for you.

He doesn't mind if you feel the same for him or not... he would like you to but you don't have to....

He seems like the yandere who'd sigh and regret saying anything if you rejected his feelings... but respect the decision somewhat.

That doesn't stop his overbearing behavior.

The comic does say when he puts his heart to something he won't give up until he accomplishes it.

Friend or lover, Dirk tends to act controlling.

Be it him talking to you through your robot, in the chat client, or in person if he ever meets you... Dirk seems to act like he knows more than you.

He has a bit of an ego and can come off as obnoxious in conversation at times.

He always acts like he knows what's best for you.

He looks back on the times he has acted like this with regret later... as I said, lucid yandere.

In fact a lot of his obsession makes Dirk regret it at times.

This could be because he harbors self-hatred for himself already and his obsession over you doesn't help.

He doesn't really want to give you up, though.

Dirk would manipulate you like a puppet at times.

For some reason when others are close to you, he hates it.

They could just be close friends, or potential partners...

He just can't handle it... he feels he has to prevent it or he may just lose the chance to have you.

Sometimes the darkness of his obsession kicks in and he... gives in to acts he shouldn't.

Such as using your robot to invade your privacy...

Maybe even manipulating your friends Jane, Roxy, and even Jake away from you...

That and the countless times he's considered kidnapping you to keep you alone with him just to soothe his aching thoughts.

Dirk seems like he'd struggle a lot with his obsession.

He hates the idea of hurting you.

He knows there's a good chance his obsession will hurt you, which hurts him...

All of this just causes him hurt.

Yet the more he speaks to you about interests and learns more and more about you...

He knows he can't let you go.

There's no doubt Dirk vents the frustrations his feelings cause him to Lil Cal his puppet pal.

Who else is he supposed to tell?

It's not like these feelings, regardless of the intention, are normal?

'Yeah, I stalk my friend through a robot and manipulate their life like some sort of puppet stage. What do I do to make them reciprocate?'

It's batshit and he knows it....

Roxy will just use it as gossip later... she may even tell you with some subtle hint or something.

Jane's a very sweet woman but he just feels... uncomfortable admitting he has such dark feelings about you?

You'd think Jake would be a good fit to talk to, being bros and all, but Dirk decides he'd rather just vent his feelings to himself and keep it like that.

Until he eventually acts....

Soon Dirk is going to just wing it.

It seems like a very Strider thing to do.

Your robotic companion he gifted is going to act against you in the end.

While he once used it to make you feel like je was always there with you... soon he's going to use it to abduct you.

Somehow.

Dirk's obsession feels like a constant battle with himself.

Even more so than his fights with AR.

He begins to wonder what is truly right.

Is isolating you beside him the right thing to do?

What will his friends say?

That shouldn't matter, should it?

You can all talk together when you're safely with him... if he hasn't scared them off by then-

Yet, how would YOU feel towards what he's doing?

You'll hate him... and he can't blame you.

He'd hate him too. He probably already does.

But... what he doesn't hate is you.

Surely he can make you understand once he has you.

Dirk has always tried to be caring for you.

Even when your robot companion drags you into his home, you clinging to it with fear, Dirk greets you warmly.

Oh he feels so sick when he locks you in his home.

He feels he doesn't deserve you when you cower... no longer willing to converse with him like you used to.

You don't deserve him, he deserves only to suffer under the weight of his obsession.

He's always beating himself up about it the whole time, yet won't change any of it.

Even if you do somehow forgive him.

Even if you try to say you do care for him?

He isn't sure if he can believe you after he's kidnapped you.

Don't bother lying, he sees through it.

You can hate him... you're allowed to as any other sensible human would.

There's truly nothing he can do to salvage what he once had for you after he goes off the deep end.

He's made you all alone... now there's only him.

He knows he should let you go...

But wouldn't it be cruel to abandon you after he made your life hell?

He continues his behavior with this new form of reassurance.

He'll continue to look after you, he'll prove to you he can give you so much better.

He tries to show affection.

He gives you hugs, he tries to express his obsession in a loving way.

Perhaps even kisses, some on your cheeks or lips depending on his feelings?

Lucid yanderes tend to be self-destructive.

They know this isn't how they should feel.

Dirk knows he should do what's best for you.

His mind has been clouded in darkness, however...

Far as he knows now, HE'S what's best for you.

He promises to care for you like he's always done since you mean so much to him... ironically to help heal the pain he's caused... and is probably still causing.

Dirk still helps you when you cry and comforts you when you act out.

He emphasizes with your pain and feels sick that he knows why you feel this way.

Every touch he feels from you his heaven, while you may think he's hell.

Every apology from his lips doesn't feel truthful... they're empty.

He could always let you go...

He could always try to make things right...

Those options require giving you up.

Deep down... he knows he can't.

He feels he can finally say it,

He loves you too much to let you go.

He may be his own worst enemy but he wants to be selfish when it comes to you.

He's always at a constant war with himself, resulting in him seeming distant with affection.

You quickly become his everything... thoughts of you destroy his psyche...

Soon... he gives up... he surrenders... he begins to accept it.

He loves you...

and this is how he's going to show it.

[emeritus-fuckers]

Okay but, thinking about Copia copying (lol) your hobbies, what about someone who wants to learn more about his? For any of the Papa's, really, but I would listen Copia to tell me about old video games for hours - Nick

Papas when their s/o wants to learn more about their hobbies

Primo

He's gonna be really happy when you say you'd like to learn how to garden!

He assigns a little plot in the Ministry gardens to you and picks out a few plants that are easy to take care of so you have an easy start.

He's a naturally good teacher, so you learn really quickly.

He's very proud of you, lots of praises and kisses. He's an affectionate old man.

Over time he lets you help out with more plants.

He supervises you and gives you tips.

You end up being the one to take over the garden after his death because it's the place that holds so many precious memories of him.

(Kay's gonna yell at me for this angsty bit)

Secondo

Secondo may not be an expert, but he enjoys to paint. He loves art in general.

So when you come to him and say you want to paint with him, he organized that for you.

Soon enough you would both spend your free time painting.

You're a bit clumsy with it and while he's no Bob Ross, he doesn't get mad at you and helps you cover up anything you're not happy with.

He tells you it's fine, but if you still feel bad for not being too good at it, he's gonna take one for the team and mess up his work "accidentally". Your giggle is worth it, no matter how good the painting was.

He would love for you both to paint something together!

No matter how messy or silly it might be, he's gonna hang it above his bed and that's final. Don't even argue with him.

Terzo

Oh, so you wish to learn about the Kazoo of Destiny™?

Terzo's hobbies are literally just the weirdest instruments known to man.

They don't even have to be actual instruments.

You know those obnoxiously loud rubber chickens?

Yeah. That's the kind of instruments he plays.

He's made a secret album of Ghost songs played with just the Kazoo of Destiny™ and the chickens.

He's delighted to teach you.

You end up having a headache, but it was worth it to see him so giddy.

Copia

Genuinely shocked. Cue a compilation of Copia noises.

He's just?? So happy?? You've asked??

He mumbles and stims a lot, our excited baby.

He talks all about his favorite games, and you notice they're all really old.

Which isn't surprising, he's got a really old console.

You get start collecting money and buy him a Nintendo Switch for his birthday.

He's just so excited and insists you play together when he realizes that's an option.

Falls in love with you all over again.

Old Nihil

Aside from simping, the only hobby he seems to have is thinking about how great he was as a performer.

Indulge him. Let him talk about his time on the stage.

Just try not to cringe when he talks about hooking up with fans. He's clueless.

Let him try to perform again!

Let him play his sick saxophone solos!

Let him sing!

Let him boogie!

He's gonna be thrilled to perform again!

Just... Make sure you're the only person in the audience. Just in case.

Young Nihil

This bitch will keep his hobbies hidden as long as possible.

Claims his only passion is passionate sex with you.

Keep pressing him and he reveals he's learning mixology.

And so you wanna learn with him!

He's not a pro, but he's showing you what he knows and teaching you a few tricks you picked up.

If you keep pressing even more, he might finally cave in and say he enjoys movies.

Wouldn't say it before because he thought you'd think he's... Whatever the 1960s equivalent of cringe was.

Watch movies with him! He's gonna love it, even if he refuses to admit it.

[haunted-xander]

Despite her wariness at Chisa reccommending her for this mission, she ended up doing it anyway. She just couldn't let anyone else get caught in a trap.

So, here she was. Hidden away on the helicopter headed for Towa City. All those stealth games are coming in handy now. Being the former Ultimate Gamer has it's perks. Once the other people inside the helicopter left, she got ready to leave quietly. Before she could do that though, she noticed someone else sneaking their way off. ...Is that... Fukawa-san? I don't think she was sent on a secret mission like me... She must've gone on her own. ...I guess that's not surprising. Togami-kun's the one leading this operation, and she's always following him around...

After Toko went off on her own, Chiaki ran off as well, making sure to go in the opposite direction. Her job was to act as back-up in case something happens, so for now, she is to stay on stand-by.

After a while, walking around got kinda boring. Even with all the Monokuma robots and the creepy, giggling children. I wanna go home... This is a lot more boring than I thought it'd be... I wanna play games with Kamukura-kun and Komaeda-kun again. She was broken out of her internal pouting by a shriek coming from up ahead. Rushing forward, she readied her hacking gun to shoot.

When she finally arrived at the scene, she saw what looked like Toko and another girl in a school uniform struggling against a hoard of Monokumas. 'Toko' cackled and twirled the scissors in her hands, slicing them into a nearby Monokuma's 'throat'. "Oh, what the hell!? These things just don't stop coming! Do those brats have some eternal Monokuma factory nearby or something!? What a pain! I don't have nearly enough scissors for all of them!"

"T-Toko! W-what do we do now?! I-I-I don't have any more bullets! A-and there's s-so many of them! W-w-we-we're done f-for-!"

"Not quite yet! You're not done yet!" Chiaki rushed over and shot the nearest Monokumas all in the eye, destorying them immediately. "That uniform... Another Future Foundation member!? I thought only Master's team was sent here, what the hell are YOU doing here, huh!? Answer me!" 'Toko' seemed oddly put off by her presence. "There's no time for that right now! We need to deal with these Monokumas first. Questions can come later."

"R-right! I-I can't do much right now b-but... I can distract them at least!" The unfamiliar girl stood up, and seemed to be gearing herself up. "Alright! I've done enough crying, time to get started! I-I'll start by... running around annoyingly in circles! that'll draw their attention for sure!"

"Wha- Dekomaru! You keep your ass right where I can see you! Dekomaru!!" As the girl started running around while yelling taunts at the Monokumas, 'Toko' threw and slashed her scissors at the Monokumas while screaming at the girl for being reckless and stupid.

Ah, they seem like good friends. I'm glad. Fukawa-san seemed like she'd have trouble getting along with people.

[mlmxreader]

Old Country Songs | John Price x m!reader

anonymous asked: 🪳 bonk!

Anyway I feel like these would fit Ghost really well however I’m tempted to ask for Price. I can’t choose so I’ll let you be fate.

"I can't keep doing this"

"We can't keep hiding this - us"

"Please don't leave me alone"

summary: you and Price talk about what to do about your relationship

tws: swearing, smoking

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Things were getting more and more difficult, sneaking away from one flat in the middle of the night to go stay at another, wrapped in the arms of a lover who couldn't be known, dirty laundry scattered on one floor yet cleaned in a different washing machine each time; hiding scents that lingered on coats and hoodies with cheap cologne, all the Lenor in the world wouldn't clean that kind of dirty laundry.

Secrets well hidden and stuffed away at the back of wardrobes, confidential texts sent on encrypted phones, hidden walks just in case the car or the motorbike was compromised.

It was getting harder and harder to keep things a secret, but it was for the best, as no one would exactly take kindly to a Sergeant having a romantic relationship with his own Captain, it was a lawsuit waiting to happen and, even worse, could have caused you both to put each other's necks on the line; no one was allowed to know.

Even your best friend. Even his own task force. No one. Sure, family and friends who weren't connected knew, but they were the only ones.

It was getting harder and harder, though; nearly too hard to hide the stolen kisses in the shed.

Sitting on his lap as he told you how much he missed you, fearing anyone would walk in. Disappearing together for a smoke break, only to end up pinned against the wall as he kissed you with desperation yet broke away if so much as a twig snapped.

You were both starting to crack under the pressure of it.

It was the middle of the night, around three hundred hours, when you abandoned Price in your bed; letting him sleep while you headed to get yourself a can of Red Bull, shaky hands and tired eyes as you opened it, wincing at how loud the sound had been.

You put one earbud in, relaxing a little when you heard 'In War and Pieces' by Sodom playing quietly through it.

You were certain that you had some time to think, but when the light switched on, your certainty was crushed; Price stood by the fridge, hands in the pockets of his black camoflauge patterned jogging bottoms.

Greying hairs in his moustache and mutton chops and hair hardly visible from the distance.

"What are you still doing up, pup?"

You shrugged, swiping a hand down your face and grumbling softly. Bags under your eyes, hardly able to bite back yawns the way you usually could. "Keep thinkin' 's all."

Price licked his lips, drew closer so that he was leaning against the sink, raising his brows a little as he hummed ever so lowly. "You wanna talk about it?"

You nodded, and when you met his gaze, you knew that he held a worry behind those usually icy blue eyes. "I don't think I can cope anymore."

He nodded.

"I mean," you sighed. "We've been hiding for years, John... it's too hard to keep doing it."

Price frowned as he searched for his cigars, but when he couldn't find one, he settled for stealing one of your Marlboro golds. "Keep going."

"I can't cope," you explained, "we can't keep hiding this - us... fuck me, I can't keep doing this."

"Alright." He nodded curtly, coming to stand beside you and allowing you to rest your head on him as he grumbled quietly. "We'll tell everyone in the morning, yeah?"

You nodded. "You're not mad?"

"No," he told you. "If you don't wanna keep our relationship a secret, then that's fine by me, pup... I love you, I'd do anything for you... remember when we took a ride down to your mate's farm?"

"When you played the guitar," you smiled at the memory as you nodded. "Wasn't it... fuck... can't think."

"I played Hey Good Lookin' by Hank Williams," Price laughed ever so softly, daring to put his arm around you. "And y'know what?"

"What?"

"I still think of you every time I hear it."

You wanted to roll your eyes, to tell him that he was just soft and to tease him about it, but you couldn't bring yourself to; not when you were nearly crushed into him, your arm slung around his waist just above the waistband of his jogging bottoms. You could feel his bare skin against you, and you sighed as you cleared your throat.

"Say hey, good lookin', what you got cookin'?" He started, "how's about cooking somethin' up with me? Hey, sweet baby - don't you think maybe we can find us a brand new recipe? I got a hot rod Ford, and a two dollar bill and I know a spot right over the hill, there's soda pop and the dancing's free, so if you wanna have fun, come along with me."

You couldn't deny it, it was absolutely precious that he was singing it so quietly, his voice so gruff and baritone; he wasn't the best singer in the world, and you could tell that he had been to more heavy metal concerts and sang along to more heavy metal bands than anything else, but you had never heard Hank Williams sound so fucking sweet before.

You couldn't help but to smile, nearly grinning. "You're an absolute softie."

"Course I am," Price agreed softly, a fond smile on his lips as he dared to steal your spare earbud. "Sodom?"

"Sodom," you nodded. "Pretty sure it's one of your favourites, too - M-16."

He nodded. "Yeah, that's the one... but if I remember right, yours is Body Parts, innit?"

You yawned, daring to stretch as you leaned into him a little bit more, your eyes starting to drift shut as you stood there, feeling him against you, his gentle humming along with the song as he tapped his foot softly and kept his arm around you.

He only dared to move when he had finished the cigarette, stubbing it out in the ashtray before he gently tapped your shoulder. "C'mon, pup, why don't we get you back to bed, eh?"

You nodded, leaving your energy drink on the side as you followed him closely; Price got into bed first, as always, and only dared to move once you got in beside him. Earbuds left in their case on the bedside table, silence taking over.

You snuggled into his side, throwing one leg and an arm over him as you always did, letting him crush you against his side as he held you tightly.

"Please don't leave me alone," you murmured against the side of his neck. "Ever."

"Never," Price promised. "I got your six."

You grumbled, and he could feel the way you smiled against him as he tugged the blankets over, making sure that they were over your shoulders. "D'ya think you could sing to me a bit?"

"Can it be Johnny Cash?" He asked with a soft chuckle.

You shrugged. "Why not? But... for a metalhead... you're awful fond of that shit."

"Shut it," he warned playfully. "Do you want me to sing, or not?"

"Fine," you huffed.

"Atta boy," Price chuckled softly before he cleared his throat and started to sing. "It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk that makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag, rolled up and stashed behind your couch and it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds and the ink stains that are dried upon some line, that keeps you in the backroads by the rivers of my memory that keeps you ever gentle on my mind."

Price could feel it, the tell tale signs that you were sound asleep by the time he took a moment to think about what lyrics came next, which ones were before and after the chorus, and he smiled.

Maybe you didn't detest country music as much as you claimed, or maybe you fell asleep to escape it, but either way, he didn't mind.

You were absolutely sound asleep, and although he was starting to hear that sweet call himself, he chose to ignore it for a moment; he grabbed his phone from under his pillow, and although by now it was nearly four o'clock in the morning, he didn't really think twice.

He told the group chat - the one that Laswell and her wife, the one four one, Los Vaqueros, and Farah and Alex were in - that he had been in a relationship with you for years.

He thought carefully about which picture to send them, but chose for the one that he kept as his phone's wallpaper when he wasn't around them; it was a picture of you, wearing his beanie and kissing him when he had taken you to a Sabaton concert.

It had been raining, and he could still see the single raindrop that clung to your eyebrow as he smiled at it for a moment; he hit the send button, turned the phone off, and stuffed the phone back in its place.

"It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy, planted on their columns now that bind me or something that somebody said because they thought we fit together walking," he continued to sing softly, "it's just knowing that the world will not be cursing, or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and find. That you're moving on the backroads by the rivers of my memory and for hours you're just gentle on my mind."

He didn't want to continue the song as he made himself comfortable next to you, a soft yawn leaving the back of his throat as he grumbled softly and dared to let out a soft sigh of content. "Let's see what the morning brings, eh, pup?"

[mrfellsans]

Warning!

Long ramble about pizza tower even though I'm mostly talking about basics and levels and like other stuff ig!

Future me: sorry if it's cut off Tumblr keeps goofin around

Pizza tower spoilers even though I think everybody knows what it is but just in case I'll leave some stuff out.

Lets start off with the story, when we open up the game we get a little intro for why we are in the tower but there isn't much story that comes with it. The protagonist Peppino spaghetti is first seen in the first part of the cut scene and he looks miserable because he isn't able to pay his debt(Boohoo) when suddenly something appears in his restaurant, it's pizzaface, the main Gillian of the game and he is here to kill you with no regrets. He threatens peppino to go to his Pizza tower or he is gonna get a big ass Lazer and Lazer blast the living shit out of peppinos pizzeria so peppino is there like "DAAAAAAAMNNN DON'T DO THAT" and he starts running to the tower chasing the flying pizza but as soon as peppino enters the tower pizzaface that coward flew some where so peppino is all like "omg" and then the door slams shut behind him and he's all scared and stuff. Thats the story(that is not very accurate but accurate) anyway let's talk about tower basics. There are 5 floors, 6 bosses, 20 levels, 19 treasures, 95 toppins in total(but there are five for each level), and 57 secrets, and 26 clothes in total for peppinito of your counting both classic cook clothes and Halloween clothes of course. And also there are some hidden rooms throughout the tower and there are exactly 6 secret hub rooms. Lets start the game now, when you first enter the tower and walk to the right(idk my lefts and right so correct me if I'm wrong)there will be a pizza coded door, that is called tutoriel(undertale joke) you have to do the tutorial because it is necessary, unskipabble even if you wanna skip it! Don't complain just speed run it, but anyway in the level you will find an NPC called "Pizza granny" Granny will teach you basic movesets that peppino has so you don't keep getting them D-ranks, also while this is the tutorial pzaGranny doesn't show all the movesets you can use and I like this because on your way while beating the tower you can learn new things that peppino can do like the cute twirl and also that thing where he slides on the ground and starts going at max speed .. I think thats called match dash I have no memory of what that's called whatsoever but anywho if you beat the tutorial in under 2 mins or to be exact 1 minute and 45 seconds you will get access to all Lap 2 portals, Ill explain what those are later but first let's continue, after you beat the tutorial the hard pizza blocks that were blocking your way blow up and now you have access to other levels including John gutter, pizza escape, ancient cheese(should of been ancient grease THE PUN IS RIGHT THERE!! ANCIENT GREASE! IT'S RIGHT THERE AAAAA), Bloodsauce dungeon and The first boss fight which is none other then the pretty pepper himself, Pepperman. I love this idiot. Anyway back to the levels, when you beat tutorial as I said you unlock those levels and first you get to John gutter, once you enter John gutter your met with this purple themed area with many dead John's and also other enemies like cheese slimes and fork knights and monkeys(they are so annoying but silly), as you run along this new level you get to actually bring that moveset style stuff you just learned from the tutoriel to life because John gutter is a great example of what you should do after you learn how to play so let's just say that John gutter is like tutorial number 2 but more level-y. Yea. Anyways there are secrets here, hidden around but hard to pass(sometimes) and when you get to these you'll find an eyeball that's not fully pink but has some pink on it with pretty pretty eyelashes and when ya run into them you your teleported into a different room that is pink, the background has drawings of like eyes and little question marks or whateva and guess what! Every different eye you run into in every different level contains a different set up(duh) with different characters too because they are all randomized! So what I'm trying to say is each character you meet that are on these little brown pizza box platforms are just uhh different each time.. Like the levels(didn't know what to say). Anyway I know

[all-mirth-no-matter]

Lots and lots of thoughts and theories on Hades 2 so far. My Greek geek is overflowing and I have no where else to hyperfixate so here you go. Apologies in advanced and I’m so excited! (and will def be disappointed by the theories that don’t come true but that’s just the life)

First off, I definitely think Melinoë came after Zagreus reunited their parents and the sequel is set eons after. Time and the development process works different for gods so it could def be plausible. I’ve seen people saying she’s the older sis or that she’s been a secret the whole time, and while those are fun to think about, I don’t think there’s any way that’s gonna be the case here.

People call her Mel the same way they called Zagreus Zag.

Zag was STOKED to be a big bro and Mel loves him (even though she groans when he bear hugs her).

Persephone and Hades being relationship goals and they better keep them being lovey to each other and their kids. I’ll be so disappointed if they try to make it “edgy” by giving her a bad upbringing or having her been abandoned. Give me all the healthy relationship representations!

And of course, an updated portrait! Maybe as like a locket or picture frame in her bedroom at Hecate’s since we won’t be in the actual house.

I just really really want to see Mel loving her family. I hope she’s awkward and kind, but kick-ass and ready to kill for those she loves.

One of Hecate’s main stories is how she witnessed Persephone be stolen and helped Demeter search for her. I like to think that with the revised “kidnapping” story that the game does, this will also be revised to reflect Hecate and Pers being buds. Maybe she thought Pers got stolen and then helped her out when she realized her friend had fallen in love. Maybe she even helped construct Persephone’s home on Earth so she was hidden from everyone?

There is this blurb in the description referencing her affiliation with the Underworld, so hopefully that’s what they’re going to talk about.

Either way, Aunt Hecate.

It does look like in the trailer Mel calls her (or someone, I assume it’s Hecate) “Headmistress”, so I guess she’s maybe at a boarding school for witches? Idk how I feel about that, but again as long as she was raised with her awesome parents and bro, that’s all I care about for her backstory lol.

I mean, it could just be that Hecate is training her, similar to how Zag calls him “Master” Achilles because he was his teacher. But the “head” mistress part heavily implies that there’s going to be more mistress teachers, so that’s why I’m banking on a boarding school.

Also hope they reference Mel’s nightmare affiliations as well instead of just leaning in on the witchcraft stuff. It feels very heavy on the witchy stuff so far and the only thing that’s really referencing that part of her is the arm and leg (I’m guessing). I just hope they make this a big part of her personal journey since she is the “bringer of nightmares and madness”.

Would love to see her constantly fighting with this aspect of herself. Have her be sweet and kind and just wants to do good in the world and everything she touches turning into madness. I wanna see her fight to figure out how to flip this “curse” of hers around.

With that, it’d be neat to see like the Oneiroi and Morpheus, or other dream/nightmare related characters.

A dream realm would be sick!

I feel like it’s going to be similar in story mode to Zag’s where we’re just dropped into Mel’s story after it’s already started. Either the issue with Chronos and Hades happened after she started her school with Hecate, or she’s at the school as a result of.

If they don’t do this^, I’ll be surprised but not disappointed. I just can’t see them putting us through a backstory/training storyline. I feel like one of the cooler parts of Hades is the fact that you just drop in and slowly start to figure out what’s going on.

Aunt Nyx. Or at least some reference to everything she’s done for the fam.

GAIA (she could be like the Chaos equivalent)

Give me Mel descending into the Earth, into Gaia’s realm for some treacherous boons. It would be cool to show her having a real conflict with how she feels about her involvement in both using Chronos to kill his father Uranus, and then “helping” Rhea and Zeus kill Chronos. But now helping Mel because she’s her great-great-granddaughter (or triple great, depending on how they handle that incest bucket) and also knowing her son is cray.

Moons used in the same vain as Nyx’s Darkness, or something that is a call to Hecate’s three moon symbolism. I see that a lot of her design already has some references to moons paired with the sickle so that’s already pretty cool.

Same with like herbs/potions or stuff to collect for spells or levels up. It looks like there’s going to be a “magick” element to restore.

Hecate’s black dogs. Give me all the floofers.

And of course Cerberus being on guard as she gets to the gates of Styx. And I’d be down with him being a cuddle monster just like with Zag. (this will also depend on the storyline of the underworld and house and how Cerbs has been effected by Chronos, but a girl can dream of her giant three headed Clifford making a reappearance)

I do see the giant frog (her familiar, maybe?) and Mel giving it cuddles in the trailer. From the looks of it, that seems like her bedroom, so that’ll be interesting.

And since I consider this a direct-ish sequel, the Olympus family members will all be backing her up (which the game description does imply it as well). Maybe we’ll see some repeats for boons, but I kind of hope we get some new people and just some references to the OGs or special guest appearances.

That being said, give me Grandma Demeter again BUT transformed into a spring or summer version to show her transformation of having her daughter back and newfound family. Give her a new look and badass boons that rep that. Don’t go lazy on me supergiant.

Since we’re getting Apollo from the OG lineup, let’s see Hestia and Hera too with some badass boons. Give me fire and peacock emblems.

Hephaestus as the Daedalus equivalent. He’s too busy to meet in person but he gives you some kick-ass weapon upgrades.

Zagreus running Hades and not being happy about it. (again, depending on the story sitch. I just love the idea of grumpy responsible Zag lol)

Or Persephone, since she is the Queen after all.

And if that’s the case, then Zag could help Mel in some way. Idk if I’d want him to be a boon exactly, because there’s others that I’d want to see before him.

Either way, I definitely don’t think Zag will still be trying to escape out while this is happening. That’s another one that’s funny to think about and make memes of, but I’ll be very disappointed if that’s actually the case. I want to see the whole Hades fam in an uproar and fighting like hell to save Hades and the Underworld.

Or if Persephone isn’t running Hades (or maybe even if she is, whatever, again just depending on the story) it’d be cool to have her be a boon giver to her daughter. Her keepsake was sick and I’d love to see how powerful her boons are!

I hope we still get new and alt weapons with references to all kinds of fighters and witches, and maybe some ancient titans. It’s already exciting to see the sickle used for ref to Chronos.

In that same vain, seeing other myth or famous story references with the weapons the same way we saw before, with like Arthur’s sword, Lucifer’s gun, Gilgamesh guns, Beowulf shield.

Also how they brought in Nemesis using her sword aspect, I hope they bring in a couple of the other Greek characters that were named in the aspects using their weapons. Like Eris, Talos, and Chiron.

It’d be cool if they incorporated Selene in there too since she’s the Moon goddess and Hecate is all about them moons. (I just have a soft spot for Selene)

Selene could also be likened to a Chaos equivalent where Mel ascends to the moon or something. I still love the Gaia idea but this could be neat too.

Or seeing some more non-dark/night gods and seeing some like super cute bubbly bright ones that are like crazy deadly. Like imagine Iris, goddess of the rainbow, giving you crazy destructive boons to kill your enemies!

Also give me some more famous witches and enchantresses who help Mel out, or maybe who she has to fight, like Circe, Medea, Calypso.

It does look like in one of the screen shots there’s some odd looking creatures in the (what I’m guessing is) witch boarding school. So maybe it is related to Circe?

I hope Nemesis is used in a similar way as Meg (or even Thanatos kinda), where like maybe they’re fighting but over time they end up growing on them. Gotta love enemies to lover!

Same with Moros. And please have him bitch (but also idolize) about his more popular big bro Thanatos lol.

Speaking of Moros, in the trailer it looks like theres a super long scroll next to him and he says “there’s an opportunity for you”. So I wonder if he’s going to be like a Charon equivalent where you buy things from him or something like that.

It would also be cool to have some friendly Titans as side characters as she makes her way down, like maybe Prometheus or Atlas.

Some more heroes like Atalanta (give me a female heroine I beg you), Jason, Perseus, Bellerophon.

There does look like there’s a handsome unnamed character in the lineup that wasn’t in the trailer, and he’s exuding loads of hero pompousness lol so that’s my guess. Just not sure which he’ll be, prob Jason or Perseus if I were a betting gal. He looks too posh to be Hercules.

Or some hero-adjacent people like Hippolyta (Amazon Queen), Helena (of Troy), Cassandra (cursed prophet), Medusa, or Pandora who are pissed with what happened to them or want revenge. Idk, might be far fetched for this but you love to see it lol. (also didn’t intend for all those examples to be girls, but it’s funny how that ends up, ain’t it?)

Other mythical creatures that might be more earth related like cyclops, giants, Pegasus, chimera, sirens, griffins, etc.

I’ll be interested to see how they incorporate the time aspect with Chronos. I wonder if it’ll be like a time loop and that’s how they emulate the “dying” aspect from the first game. I hope there’s some time related items.

Please for the love of the gods, make dick jokes about Chronos castrating his father and the variation in myth of how Zeus then did it to Chronos. Like, I get it if it’s too cringe to outright talk about, but if they don’t make SOME reference to either, I’m calling cowards.

An equivalent to the fishing feature, maybe planting seeds or something dream related. Just give something cute and fun again.

Also having some crazy ideas of even another sequel. Especially if this one ends up being on Earth or focusing on the middle plane and getting to the underworld, how awesome would it be for one day having like another sequel where you actually get to fight through Olympus. Like maybe a backstory for Hades would be cool, of how they rose to power and he made it all the way to Mount Olympus just to draw the short stick and get sent back down.

Ok I’m done for today. Carry on with your lives and I’m sorry again for this long post showing up on your feed.

[vermillioncourt-if]

HIHIHII I've come back with more silly little questions (I don't even wanna imagine how PACKED your askbox is rn but ty for your service pookie, I love how the story is coming together!)

1. Are the princes and princesses allowed to have pets? If so then do they have any? How much are there and what are their names? And secondly if they aren't allowed, have they tried to keep any pets a secret from their siblings/mothers/maids and other workers?

2. Do the ROs have any embarrassing secrets/moments that they would like to keep hidden from MC forever?

3. Does the MC learn how to fight at some point (learn how to use a sword or any other weapon, or maybe learn magic?) and/or learn how to ride a horse for a little cdrama moment?

4. Are any of the princes and princesses skilled in using magic and if so or not, have they made little oopsies while using said magic?

~💖 anon (I'M SORRY FOR THE MANY MANY QUESTIONS 😭)

Hello! Welcome back! ❤️ My inbox is actually very empty right now. I think I may have accidentally scared people to not send in asks skdjksdj

Anyway, I love all the questions! Since there's a lot, I put them below the cut!

1. Yes! Pets are allowed in the palace. It usually depends on the current ruler, but pets are allowed! As for current pets, I don't have a full list written down, so here are ones I know off the top of my head:

Consort Re has a really old and grumpy cat. It likes to bite and scratch everyone that's not Consort Re or her children.

Lunsu has a hunting dog named Wonton. He's very spoiled and fat so... not really a hunting dog anymore!

Dapang has a horse named Midnight and a snake named named Pearl

Luexia has a big fluffy cat named Mooncake

MC has a pet. You can choose between a dog, cat, bird, or snake.

Casao has a few birds! (and a tiger at one point)

Kenlu has ants (like the bug)

The others younger than Kenlu are too young to own their "own" pets, so they share with their siblings.

Consort Xing won't let animals in her palace. So none of her children have any. Duanzu has tried to sneak several animals in, but he's always caught.

2. Probably!

3. MC kind of already knows how to fight and ride a horse. They aren't very good, but it's basic lessons all princes and princesses undergo since the Consort Wars. But there will be a CDrama moment!

4. I really want to talk about the magic system, but I'll hold off and just answer your question.

All of them can do magic. Everyone in Nian can do magic. But some people have more Magic Aptitude than others.

In the case of the Nan family, those are: Kutuo, Shuailu, Luexia, Kenlu, and, recently, Quanying.

In Nian, Magic Aptitude tests are given yearly to all children who are 5 by a specific date. The tests measures various different aspects of the a person's magic and then categorizes them. If you want to know more, just send another ask!

That said, the ones with more Magic Aptitude, are actually less likely to have a little oopsie! But all of them (besides the ones with Magic Aptitude) have done an oopsie! Some may have nearly burnt the palace down, not naming names 👁, while others are less disastrous.

[aetheternity]

I got to finish playing through Fontaine today! Here are my thoughts cause a while ago ya'll loved hearing me speak on things. (Spoilers under the cut obviously)

~ Lyney and Lynette 🥺 I didn't expect to love them as much as I do 😭😭 (Freminet too though I liked him as soon as I saw him) though I do find it annoying how much slack the fandom has allowed those two to get seeing as they both lied to the Traveler and put them on the spot during an important trial. Traveler thought of them as good friends and decided to support the two of them out of the kindness of their hearts because Lyney helped them out previously only to find out they'd hidden a possible trail breaking secret if Furina hadn't mentioned it they probably still wouldn't have said anything the only reason they did was because they got cornered. If we're being real Traveler could've just walked away right after that confession but they not only stayed but made sure that Lyney and Lynette would not get charged for something they had nothing to do with. Traveler doesn't have to be friends with literally any of the people they encounter and that includes Lyney and Lynette. Just cause ya'll love them doesn't mean Traveler has to as well a sad backstory doesn't make up for betrayal and in regards to people who keep bringing up Traveler being buddy buddy with Childe. Childe has A, been in the story way longer, B, Traveler knows who Childe is and despite how close ya'll think they are Traveler is wary of him too. A couple updates ago he was making sure to warn Yomiya not to put all her trust in Childe let's stop acting like Traveler loves Childe and thinks he can do no wrong in comparison to Lyney and Lynette. Traveler just knows what Childe is capable of in comparison to Lyney and Lynette who they've known for what like two days.

~ Never has an NPC's death shaken me that hard before. In any game! I literally went 😦 when that cutscene played.

~ It was so amazing getting to find evidence and pick apart details of this case then have Neuvillette explain the whole situation out in full to the audience again. I especially enjoyed the drawings of each scene from different characters perspectives.

~ Furina is my girlfailure wife and she has been placed under Venti for second favorite archon. 💕💕 She's so bratty, cute and dramatic I wanna breed her 😩

~ I was not expecting to like Neuvillette and Navia as much as I do now! Especially Navia who I adore whole heartedly now that's a girlboss.

~ Every time she started crying I wanted to hold her.

Honestly this region was perfect for me. I love mysteries and I rarely ever found myself uninterested or bored with the story like I have with every other nation. I love Navia's character, her relationship with Traveler treating them like her partner and relying on them the way she did while also keeping them safe was so so cute and sweet and if I could draw I'd draw the Traveler I picked (Aether) with Navia as partners in detective work (Sorry Heizou you've been replaced..) I can't get enough of Furina and I can't wait for her first story quest, the leaks of her playstyle and more from her. I wanna see what kinds of things she says to her people outside of the courtroom/opera house. I wanna see her more vulnerable side shine out a bit more often. I wanna hear every voiceline she has more than once. I'm normal about her.. (I spent all night thinking about how gorgeous she is..) I want her. I hope Lynette gets a hangout soon she's so cute but I do think she needs more personality outside of her brothers.

Fontaine is also so so beautiful 😍 the underwater mechanic is surprisingly not as annoying as I thought it would be to navigate though I do find it a little annoying that we can't fight using our characters skills. I get why I just don't like it. I wish we'd spent more time in the underground because it's amazing and the way it all looks is so impressive also wish we could buy food and things from the vendors down there.

I beg of Hoyo to give the Fontaine characters even half as much screen time as the Sumeru gang cause I have to say I am far more interested in all the Fontaine characters with only one patch of them then I ever have been with the Sumeru mfers.

[chilly-me-softly]

Hey, I really love your writings. So I wanna ask if you could write one for Mbappe? can you maybe do a cute one where the reader is a uni student and keep their relationship a secret. Then when he picks her up from university and sees that people picking on her, he decides to stand up for her at that moment and public their relationship to the world. If you want to write about that, I'd love to read it but if not it's okay ^^ Thank you

You had met at the diner where you work to pay for university and other stuff and you didn't know how, but overnight you had this guy who was curious about you.

You wouldn't have thought it, but Kylian had given you a big hand at that time in improving your self-esteem and confidence when it came to taking an oral exam. He stood there and listened to you repeat the same topic over and over again - even though he still didn't understand it.

He supported you in what you were doing as well as you supported him, cuddled you when you needed it during stressful times and forced you to take a break when he saw you practically sleeping in your books.

You had managed to keep your relationship private up to that point, both of you agreeing that you didn't need any extra stress at that time. But there were times when he would pick you up a few blocks down for lunch or, as in that case, because he had seen that you were not one hundred percent and didn't want you to take the bus home.

He had seen, however, that something was wrong lately, you were quieter or often absorbed in your thoughts. You kept labelling everything as a stressful period but it was like he could sense it wasn't just that.

And coincidentally on instagram he had seen a few pictures of himself in front of your university on one of those days when he simply wasn't hiding very carefully. Every now and then he would stop and read, maybe even reply to a few messages making that person the happiest in the world for that moment; but the few messages he saw under those pictures had been enough to make him make a decision.

He chooses a couple of photos with you, one showing you in front of the mirror still asleep while you hug him tenderly with your head half hidden in his chest; the other is a representation of the two of you, with you concentrated in your study with papers scattered around the table while he makes funny faces to waste time just to be next to you. Go and conquer all he writes as a caption, a simple phrase that brings tears to your eyes as soon as you see it.

[opie-nixx]

Fuck you, Micah! (CHAP. 12)

Hosea: "Its gonna work out, just listen to Dutch."

Dutch: "I don't expect you to understand this... but I have never been more proud of you... than I am right now, brother. You're doing the right thing.

John: "If I don't get that boy back, she'll kill us all." He says full of worry and fear.

Y/n: "John, I can assure you he knows we're comin, and I know for a fact he ain't in the business of killin kids. Don't let what that hag said get to ya." I say as I place my hand on his giving it a tight squeeze offering a small smile. John nods his head as Dutch and Arthur agree.

Hosea: "Do you know anything about this Bronte?"

Y/n: "Just some Italian gang leader kinda like Dutch but more "civilized" and fancy I suppose you can say."

Dutch: "How do you know this?"

Y/n: "Some things are better kept a secret."

Lenny: "Hey, Dutch. We got a problem." Lenny walks in with Milton and Ross keeping a gun on him.

Milton: "Not a problem... visitors... a solution. Good day fine people. Mr. Van der Linde. Mr. Mathews, I presume. And... who are you 2?" Milton says walking cautiously into camp as he points between John and I. We all stand from the table as the gang begins to surround them. Arthur pulling me behind him.

John: "Rip Van Winkle."

Y/n: "None of your god damn business." I snap as I furrow my brows.

Milton: "Huh... good day, sir, ma'am. Agent Milton, Pinkerton... Detective Agency. Agent Ross. Ah, Mr. Morgan... nice to see you again." I grip onto the back of Arthur's jacket.

Dutch: "And what do we owe the pleasure? Agent Moron."

Milton: " don't know if you're aware but this... this is a civilized land now. We didn't kill all them savages... only to allow the likes of you... to act like human dignity... and basic decency was outmoded or not yet invented. This thing... it's done."

Dutch: "This place... ain't no such thing as civilized. It's man so in love with greed... He has forgotten himself and found only appetites."

Milton: "And as a consequence that lets you take what you please... kill whom you... please and hang the rest of us? Who made you the messiah... to these lost souls you've led so horribly astray?"

Dutch: " I'm nothing but a seeker, Mr. Milton."

Milton: "You ain't much of anything more than a killer, Mr. Van der Linde. But I came to make a deal. It's time. You come with me... and I give the rest of ya three days to run off... disappear and go and live like human beings.... someplace else."

Dutch: "You came for me? Risked life and limb in this den of lowlifes and murderers... so that they might live and love? Ain't that fine." The gang gives a small chuckle.

Milton: "I don't wanna kill all these folk, Dutch... just you."

Dutch: "In that case... it'd be my honor... to join you. Excuse me, friends... I have an appointment to keep with..." He remarks throwing his hands in the air, I draw my revolver and point it at Milton as the rest of the gang does the same to them both.

Y/n: "I've never been good at reading the room, but I think it's time you should go." I say snarkily.

Milton: "You're making a mistake all of you."

Dutch: "Yeah... dreadful. We have got something... something to live and die for. How awful for us, Mr. Milton. Stop following us... we'll be gone soon."

Milton: "I'm afraid I can't... and when I return I'll be with fifty men. All of you will die. Run away from this place, you fools. Run!"

Lenny: "Come on." He urges giving them a shove.

Milton: "Get your hands off me boy." He shoves as him and Ross leave on there horses.

Arthur: "What now?" Arthur sighs as he steps out in front as we all watch them leave.

Dutch: "We get outta here... and quick. Any ideas?"

Arthur: "I know a big old house... hidden in the swamps outside Saint Denis. I'm sure they'll find us eventually... but it should buy us a few days."

Dutch: "A few days is all we need."

Arthur: "You and Arthur ride out... and make sure no one else has moved in. Lenny... you go follow those fools outta here... make sure that they leave. And, John... we'll get Jack back and we'll get gone. Rest of you get packing!"

John mutters how crazy this is as Arthur gives me a peck on the lips before following after John. I make my way to Arthur's tent and begin to pack his stuff. Being grateful most of his stuff is packed, I make quick work of getting his cot folded up along with his blankets. Once I step outside and begin to untether the tent itself from the ground pins I hear heavy steps behind me.

Charles: "Need help?"

Y/n: "If you're not needed elsewhere I'll take it."

Charles: "I have a small tent and not much stuff." He begins to help me untie the string on the opposite side. Once we finish I begin to pull the cloth from the top, but Charles smacks my hands playfully and takes over.

Y/n: "Fine." I throw my hands up and begin to throw Arthur's stuff in his wagon as neatly as I could. Charles neatly folds the the tent cover and places it on to of the crates and chests in the wagon. We make quick work of clearing Arthur's spot and move to mine. I enjoyed the small conversation we held as we took down my tent. I stopped to put my hair in a ponytail/pin back, my eyes meet Charles as his face was turning a bit red as he stared at me. I can hear him gulp before thinking about what to say next. I giggle.

Y/n: "Somethin catch your eye, Charles?" I begin to pick u my stuff and place it in Arthur's wagon. Charles does the same before striking up another conversation.

Charles: "How serious are you and Arthur?" I begin to choke on my own spit as my face flushes red.

Y/n: "I err? I think we're together, I mean he's the only 1 I've been with since I got here? I'd like to think he the same?" I chuckle sheepishly as I fan my face. Grimshaw and Dutch call for everyone to hitch horses to there wagons. Charles and I walk over to where the Shires were and bring them over to the wagon. I let Charles handle hitching them to the wagon as I wasn't too sure on how to do that. My eyes began to wander over Charles. I'd be lying if I said he wasn't attractive. I chuckle as I kick the ground around me looking down.

Lenny: "Can I ride with you guys?" Before I could give an answer Sean runs up to us drenched in sweat. Charles, Lenny and I furrow our brows as we exchange glances before collectively looking at Sean who was out of breath and sweating.

Sean: "Can I ride wit you's too?" I scoff.

Y/n: "Why the hell are you panting and so sweaty?"

Sean: "It's hot and we've been movin around too much." I shake my head.

Y/n: "I don't mind if you ride in the wagon but Charles is driving and I call shotgun." Lenny and Sean nod in agreement before hopping in the back of the wagon.

Charles: "I'm driving?"

Y/n: "I'm tired and want a nap." Charles chuckles before nodding. We both climb up on the wagon and I prop my arm on the board supporting our backs and rest my head in my hand. As I wind down I notice Dutch and Grimshaw beginning to load out with the rest of the gang either on the back of the wagons or on there horses. I make a clicking sound for my horse to follow.

Y/n: "Why did you ask about me and Arthur?" I ask as my eyes begin to close.

Charles: "Just curious. It's no secret the history he had with Mary. I don't know much but I know they loved eachother once."

Y/n: "I don't expect him not to love her. I understand the type of relationship they had. It honestly makes me kind of wish I had that type of love once." Charles glances at me before looking back to the road.

Charles: "You had a lover before?"

Y/n: "Before Arthur, I suppose you can say. He wasn't the best...at all. He seemed so nice before hand and encouraged me to do a lot. I guess that's why I fell for him, but as soon as he got me all to myself things went downhill."

Charles: "What about your family? Where are they?"

Y/n: "Nor here nor there. They weren't really parents, they could care less where I was or who I was with. They were just as bad as my past lover." I begin to nod off.

Charles: "I'm sorry."

Y/n: "Ehh to be entirely clear with you, I'm more happy here than I was there." I hear Charles grunt and Lenny trying to convince Sean to use this time to practice some reading. I smile to myself as I begin to nod to sleep. The bumps in the roads seeming less and less of a distraction to my weariness. What I didn't realize was that I fell asleep on Charles shoulder making the poor man wonder if he was comfortable enough. Not wanting to move you he kept as still as he could until we reached the manor.

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Arthur: "Welcome home... all of ya... to my humble abode. We got fine living. Ignore the corpses and the alligators... it's paradise..." I flinch a bit to the sudden sound of Arthur's voice. I sit up from Charles shoulder and rub my eyes.

Y/n: "Sorry, Charles." He gives me a nod. We pull up before the bridge behind Pearson's wagon. I begin to climb down with everyone else but not before Arthur is right in front of me extending his arms out. I beam him a smile and jump into them. Wrapping my legs around his waist and my hands on his shoulders, he begins to give me pecks on my lips.

Dutch: "Pearson, Grimshaw work your magic around this place. Please. Arthur, take a ride with me, will you?" He says grabbing his horse. I unravel myself from him as he sets me down.

Arthur: "Sure...Let's talk tonight." I nod my head as he plants a kiss to my cheek.

Molly: "Dutch, can I have a word with you?"

Dutch: "Not now." Molly nods her head and walks off. Arthur and I exchange glances before he gets on his horse. I wave him off before making my way to Molly.

Y/n: "Wanna talk to me? We can chit chat while I unload Arthur and I's stuff." She looks to me with puffy eyes and nods. I give a small grin as she follows me to Arthur's wagon.

Molly: "I just feel like I can't talk to him...He seems so different...I just wanna know if he still loves me the way I do him." I nod in understanding.

Y/n: "I used to feel like that with my old lover. I can't tell you what happened or if he ever did love me, but Dutch can't love you the way you wanna be loved." I say before lifting up a crate which is soon taken by Charles.

Charles: "I got this 1." I nod as a thank you.

Molly: "What should I do?"

Y/n: "Leave. You run and don't look back. Ain't nothin good goin to come of you too bein together."

Molly: "But what if I tried talkin to him?"

Y/n: "You 2 can talk all you want but if you ain't comprehending what is being said your talkin smoke." Molly let a few tears escape.

Y/n: "I care for you in the best way possible, but please heed my advice." She nods before walking off. I continue to put stuff and Arthur and I's room as Charles helps.

Night begins to take over the orange sunset as I sit at the campfire with Sean. The warmth providing a perfect atmosphere for drinking and sharing a few laughs with the Irishmen.

Sean: "Why do you like the big grump anyway?"

Y/n: "He's sexy." I say taking a swig from our shared whiskey bottle before handing it to him. Sean's eye's widen the size of saucers before chugging the bottle a bit.

Sean: "I like yew, your bold."

Y/n: "You asked." I giggle a bit. I feel the air change into a cool breeze as rain begins to dust around the area. Sean and I begin to groan. Not too long after the rain begins to pour. Sean and I stand up and before I could take another swig Sean snatches the bottle and scurries off to Karen's tent. I stand in disbelief as I watch him run off.

Y/n: "You little shit." I begin to make my way inside the house, but not quick enough since my clothes became drenched in water. I begin to undo the buttons as I make my way up the stairs. I nod at Javier who was making his way down the stairs as I was going up. He glanced between me and my chest. I look down as well forgetting the shirt was transparent when wet. Both of our faces become a deep red as we quicken our pace going to our destinations. I made my way to Arthur's room and shut the door. I begin to remove the articles of clothing and slide on Arthur's shirt. I start to feel odd as if someone was watching me. I glance over towards the window and notice Micah looking up smoking a cigarette. I scoff in disgust as he waves.

Micah: "Now I know why Arthur wants you for himself." He says as he gestures towards my chest.

Y/n: "Fuck you, Micah!" I shout out. Time couldn't have been more perfect as I see Arthur and Dutch ride in. Then I see Javier walking over to outside the camp to do his guard duty. He stops and glances between me and Micah. He takes the butt of his gun and clocks Micah in the jaw sending him flat on his ass.

Y/n: "Ooo." I say. Arthur and Dutch both dismount and run over to Javier who just tips his hat towards me and carries on. Arthur glances at me as Dutch helps Micah off the ground. Arthur begins to make his way inside the house..That is until Micah wanted to say another stupid thing.

Micah: "Let me know when you wanna take a real ride from a cowboy." Arthur stopped dead in his tracks and turns on his heel. Not even Dutch could save Micah from what was about to happen. My eye's widen as I watch Arthur throw his fist into Micah's nose. Not even the sound of the wind and rain could drown out the sound of friction and the bones breaking. Micah ends up right back in the mud and Arthur is stomping off into the house. I pull away from the window as I hear his foot steps come closer. The door flings open and I see a drenched angry Arthur walk through. I close the door behind him as he begins to take off his own clothes. My face turns beet red as he unbuttons his shirt and throws it off.

Arthur: "He's a damn asshole." I walk over to his chest and pull out some dry clothes for him.

Y/n: "I know. I'm sorry. Try not to let him get to you though." He avoids my eye's and just continues to take his clothes off. I sit on his bed and pick up a book and continue reading. I hear Arthur sigh as he slides on the dry clothes before plopping next to me.

Y/n: "You said you wanted to talk, so what's up?" Arthur put's his arm around my waist and scoots me closer to him.

Arthur: "Whatchu readin?" He says looking down at the book I was holding.

Y/n: "Some silly romance Mary-Beth gave me. I've been reading it for what feels like forever. It's a good laugh sometimes." I say nonchalantly. Arthur nods his head.

Arthur: "Do you enjoy bein with me?" He asks lowly. I could hear him gulp loudly as if his mind was scrambled trying to plan what to do based on my answer. I close the book and look at him.

Y/n: "Why would I not?"

Arthur: "I'm a grump. Might only be with me for somethin I could do for you?" I furrow my brows.

Y/n: "Did I ask you to do somethin to make you feel that way? I can assure you my sole attention is on you and no one else."

Arthur: "I err. No, you haven't asked me for anything. I just..don't know what you want from me and it confuses me."

Y/n: "I'm not like that." His eyes widen.

Y/n: "You mean more to me then just doing some dirty work and I want to talk to you more than when I want to ask you to do something."

Arthur: "Er..I'm sorry, I-"

Y/n: "I just want to spend some time with you. Is that okay that I ask that of you?"

Arthur: "Yeah..Sure." He still stares.

Y/n: "Good. Glad we have an understanding."Arthur chuckles.

Arthur: "I was in town and wanted to see if you wanted to come with me...Maybe go see a movie?" He asks shyly.

Y/n: "Is the famous Mr. Morgan asking me out on a night on the town?"  Arthur's face becomes pink.

Arthur: "Maybe."

Y/n: "I'd love too." I say as I scoot over so that I'm on top of him. I run my hands through his hair as I plant a kiss on his lips. He places his hands on my hips as he slowly begins to rearrange our position. Slowly deepening the kiss, he gently lays me down on my side as he begins to grind his cock against my ass. His hands are making quick work of the shirt I was wearing, fondling my breasts.

Sean: "Arthur!" Sean says as the door flings open and barging through it. Arthur and I both freeze and slowly turn our heads over to Sean who was full on drunk and wobbling foot to foot with a bright red face.

Sean: "Oh...I didn't think you had it in yew, yew grumpy bastard. No wonder why she thinks your sexy, you're just as bold as she is. And Y/n, lovely..dear old Y/n, might I say, you have a lovely rack." He sputters out giving a chefs kiss at the end of his statement. Arthur quickly jumped right up and began to stomp towards the door where Sean stood. He bolted straight out the door as soon as he saw Arthur come for him. I went back to reading my book, but not before I heard Sean tumble down the stairs and Arthur shout at him

Arthur: "Learn to knock before you come in!" before stomping back to our room.

[cerealmonster15]

i think 12 would be really fitting for epel n deuce ( epeldeuce ?? deucepel ?? ) , if youd wanna do that !! :D i am also a huge leovil shipper dkkgkva 👉👈 , so if you wanted to challenge yourself you could do them with 12 or 16 ? tho no pressure , i know you already said u werent sure if you could write leona but u also said ud liek a challenge , so i hope its okay to suggest ówò id be happy with either , and also its no problem if you dont get around to either of them !! 💖🌈🍀

HI SORRY you sent this on OCTOBER 30 and i am getting to it... at the end of february LOL i got stuck for a while but!!!!! I managed an AppleJuice bc i thought it was cute 😌 I thought about trying the leo/vil too bc i do think they're a very fun ship hehe, but I've not been hit by the inspiration for them just yet so I'm just keepin that in the back of my brain for now in case i suddenly think of something lol.

BUT FOR NOW. APPLEJUICE LADS!!! I kind of strayed a little from the initial intent of the prompt but... close enough!!!! [if anyone's curious or wants to send a suggestion, it was from this prompt list lol] HOPE YOU SEE THIS!!!!

[AO3 link]

Prompt: Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss.

“Take a five minute break,” Vil Schoenheit called from the front of the room. “I want you all back in your places on time ,” he said, narrowing his eyes as he spoke. “I’m starting my timer, and if you’re not ready by the time the music starts, you’re doing laps outside! Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir!” The group called back in ranging levels of enthusiasm. 

“Ughhh, I’m dying!” Ace complained as he flopped down on the floor. 

“Vil sure is… a strict coach…” Deuce said between breaths. 

Epel solemnly nodded as he came to sit beside them. “I didn’t think he could get stricter than he already is daily in Pomefiore, but… training camp has definitely proved me wrong.”

“God, I dunno how you two are still alive when you gotta do those extra ballet lessons on top of everything else,” Ace said, sitting up to give Deuce a nudge with his elbow. “Why’d you volunteer for extra exhausting work, anyway? Don’t you have enough trouble just trying to keep to the basic routine?” He asked with a smarmy grin. 

Deuce scowled back at Ace. “Shut up! I’m taking the opportunity to work harder and improve myself!”

“Yeah, yeah. Good luck with makin’ things harder for yourself.”

Deuce looked like he was going to argue more, but was interrupted by the sound of his stomach gurgling. Ace laughed at him, earning him another glare from Deuce. 

Epel also couldn’t help but laugh quietly. “Deuce, I still have some apple chips in my room, if you want some?”

Deuce’s scowling face immediately softened as he turned towards Epel. “Oh, uh, are you sure? I don’t wanna take your food…”

“It’s alright! I have plenty to share,” Epel gave Deuce an earnest smile as he stood. “I have a lot of extra juice still, too, if you want me to grab you some?”

Deuce got to his feet as well. “No, that’s okay; you don’t have to carry it all by yourself. I’ll come with you!”

“Bring me back some juice!” Ace said as he gave Deuce’s leg a gentle kick. 

“Get it yourself, Ace!” Deuce responded as he quickly hurried towards the stairs. 

“Nooo, but I’m tiiiiired!” Ace complained from where he remained on the floor. 

Epel laughed as he ran after Deuce up the stairs and into his room. He picked up a nearby box, and brought it over to sit on the bed as he opened it up. “Y'know… I’m really glad you chose to do the ballet lessons, Deuce.” He said softly as he handed Deuce a bottle of juice and some apple chips. 

“Really?” Deuce accepted the apple snacks and sat beside Epel. 

Epel nodded. “It’s a lot more bearable with you by my side,” he said with a smile, and then busied himself with opening his bag of apple chips.

“Oh, uh…” Deuce also pretended to look busy as he fiddled with the cap of his juice. “Th-thanks… I think it’s more fun doing things with you, too…” he punctuated that statement by taking a very long and slow swig of his drink.

Epel smiled again, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink as he slowly looked up at Deuce… And then quickly leaned in to press a kiss to Deuce’s cheek.

Deuce promptly began choking on his juice as his eyes widened in surprise. “BFH- WH- HUHGHK?!” he exclaimed ever so eloquently. 

Epel laughed softly and pat Deuce on the back. “Hehe, sorry. Are you alright?”

Deuce sputtered and coughed for a few more seconds before nodding. “Urk- uh, y-yeah, sorry. Just, uhh, a little caught off guard?”

Whatever either of them might’ve said next would be cut short as Vil’s voice called out from downstairs. “PLACES IN 15 SECONDS!”

“Oh! Guess we’d better go,” Epel said as he quickly got up and hurried towards the door.

“Wh-!? Epel! Wait!” Deuce said, getting up to chase after him. “What did- We just- Hang on a second!”

Epel just laughed and ran down the stairs. “Hehe, sorry! Time for practice, Deuce!” He grinned as he rushed to get into position before Deuce could question him further, and before Ace could complain that neither he nor Deuce brought him a bottle back in time.

The nerve, really.

Still, as Vil began to count them in, Epel stole a glance over at Deuce, who looked back at him, face still a bit flushed.

They shared a smile, and practice resumed once more.

[transhawks]

1) How long until Dabi almost kills Endeavor and AFO starts calling Hawks "the New No.1" and that it seems to be a curse for the No.1 to fall one after the other in a big way to their own sins? 2) How long until AFO coughs up more HPSC comments besides calling Hawks "Mr. Replacement." (Which is super creepy, did he always know about the HPSC or was he listening in on when Hawks called himself that and this was meant to be a quote and not a fact? He seems to buy into the lie the HPSC told about Nagant killing a hero, but when she explodes it's like he knew what she really was, "a tool." And to this day I can't tell if "heroes employed under the HPSC" is a common known fact. Deku recognizes her as such, but he could've heard from Hawks, who for all that he keeps his backstory hidden away, saying "this lady is trained by the HPSC and also my Senpai" is super telling, but just like at his mom's house where he says "I'm free of my shackles because those guys are gone" everyone is too disturbingly chill about one of their co-workers feeling imprisoned by the guys that sign their paychecks.

(Somewhere in the 40s, I think Ch 47 that says their hero work is based on commission and how much pay they get is based on reports they write on how helpful they were, so I'm pretty sure the HPSC reads that to pay em.) And the HPSC building is a direct copy-cat of the "National Public Safety Commission" drawn the same as the irl one in any of Hawks' flashbacks to them. But not every single one matches, I imagine they have several branches that handle different work and buildings. In 191 what we thought was him standing outside the hospital actually matched the HPSC building drawn in Heroes Rising, maybe the real reason Hawks looked so worn down and like he was crying was because they chewed him out over "how come Dabi tricked you like this, you're all out of feathers, did you lie about the attack to us, does he suspect you, are you compromised, didn't we tell you it's okay to allow civilian casualties, you could've risked the whole mission, no wonder Dabi doesn't trust you, don't mess up the next task he gives you, etc."

(Read: Literally DEMANDED casualties, "you can and you will." Lmao if he went public with this, y'all be getting some heat.) Also with Hawks being a canon workaholic, no way the HPSC was all "sure you fucked up your chance to get Dabi's trust and now you're a grounded bird so you can relax the next 3 days" he might've told that to Endeavor about taking it easy but he was 100% still working. I bet it's a common misconception in hero society that Hawks' quirk is a free ticket to getting days off, but in reality he both never does and doesn't have a place to relax if he doesn't feel safe trying to get to his secret home if the HPSC is stalking him more when he's wingless. I also hope that place has stairs tho in case he does wanna go back but if it's only flight-accessible, rip. Actually now that I think about it, when he's wingless is probs when he uses the place HPSC gave him so they feel secure about where he is. 3) How long into AFO rewinds himself into a child so Hawks can punt him into the sun? Or maybe he magically stops rewinding in his 20s so we can write meet-cutes or "the demon lord is my age and now I have to supervise him as my roommate" fics? Alternatively, I'm still willing to accept AFO seeing the way he raised Shigaraki in how the HPSC raised Hawks and pointing that out to him.

1) Dabi will attempt to kill Enji when the asshole finally hugs him. Nothing like realizing the most precious thing on the battlefield that you want to destroy to hurt your dad is actually you. I mean he's already suicidal, I'm sure the realization Daddy loves him but sucked too much at being a dad to tell him, causing all this fuckery, is just a "okay I've had enough of this fucking family" moment.

2) I don't know how much AFO knows. It's weird, as you said. I can't imagine he doesn't know what the government is doing. And this is one of the most annoying things about lore. We know the HPSC regulates the heroes, decides their pay. But whatever Nagant and Hawks are under is a different thing. And in some ways, people are aware that Nagant was a HPSC hero? I wonder if it's just a thing of like her debuting as being sponsored by the HPSC itself. Like all the other heroes tend to get a leg up from their schools but Nagant's debut was seen as a thing of, "We want to introduce a hero we have scouted on our own and who will represent the ideal HPSC hero".

Actually the idea that he was upset because the commission chewed him out is likely. I think if there is a difference between Nagant and Hawks is that the killing of civilians, at least, was not something Hawks had to do. Being told to go against all his instincts in saving people (and desires. Remember at his core he wants to save people)....

I do think Hawks going public wouldn't do much good. The HPSC is in shambles. Mera might deny any knowledge, because he probably didn't know. If Hawks did it before the fight, it might have collapsed society further but bringing up all the shit he's done post-war will be seen as making trouble. The reaction might be like the one to Dabi, where a lot of people just wish the victim kept that shit to themselves.

But yeah, I think Hawks never like.....has a vacation. Even if his wings are down, he can use very small feathers to hear things so I think his "downtime" is when he's the most effective for more information -gathering missions.

3) AFO pointing out Hawks is a grooming victim would be amazing in the way he was insulting Enji for fucking up his kids. Look in the mirror, man.

[honeybeewhereartthee]

My Darling Dolls AU: Sewing Dolls?

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If you love Doll so much and good in sewing how come you never sew one?' Rinne ask you when you two are having a coffee together. Others are still not awake at that time. You thought about his question. "Well I did make some dolls before.... " You began your story

Story setting: Before meeting Tatsumi.

Sometime ago, when your working in a clothing store beside going to school. You have manage to gather enough material to make felt dolls.

Those are discarded fabric from the store that the owner let you have since those are but scrap from finish product. So that certain day your happily made one in your free time at work.

Mayoi who's hidden in your bag don't see what your doing and only manage to do so when your back to your place. "Mayoi~~ Look at what I made earlier~~" you show your finish product to the mayoi after taking him out of the bag.

"Am I being replace...? I'm sorry that I can't be portable or mini!" He react really badly about the felt dolls you made. His Limping in your arms and have no motion of being happy or whatsoever. He seems to be mumbling sorry over and over again.

"What. I'm not doing that ???" Your confuse but mayoi is still apologizing about being too large and to only be put in the bag.

(HC: darling dolls are 20-35CM, depend on you.)

"I was just trying to make a felt doll of you to make a keychain..."you now felt down because you thought he would like it. Now you felt like crying if he keep being down about the felt doll you made. You put the dolls away as you hug mayoi dearly and whispering your not going to replace him and kissing his whole face. "Mayoi Is one of the kind. I'm not replacing you!" You reassure him for the nth time.

"y-your not going to replace me?" Mayoi who finally calm down and stop saying sorry, looking up to you. "No." You laugh. "I'm glad then...#$&#&" he says something you can't understand but he seems to laugh with you so, his probably happy.

Through you don't know what to do with the pattern you already cut earlier and hidden in a box.

Those are enough for dozen of mini felt dolls you plan to make. You don't tell him that because you probably will cry if he start being down and apologizing mess again.

Since your do tired from work, you sleep earlier that day. The next day come around, you notice the box and the felt doll you made is gone.

They all went poof! Your worried about it but mayoi happily cling to you that day. so you quickly forget about the odd scene since it's rare he is clingy!

-> present time

"so they all just went poof lol. Like I plan to make one to sell but they disappear the next day or when I look away from the materials." You laugh as you ended your story. "...wow."Rinne is bewailed by your story before he start laugh with you. "I think I know what happened to those materials. gyahaha." He added. "really? Do tell! Since I wanna finish those felt dolls to show for everyone~"

"MCMC your so oblivious like my little brother but that's the worse thing you can do." He pat your head and ruined your perfectly made bed hair. 😡 (Jk)

"???" You being so confuse by rinne words made you think you caught Airhead virus from Hiiro. Maybe your banging out with him too much. "Rinne you better tell me what you mean or else I'll smack you." You wanted to know since your curious what he meant. "Lucky you since I feel entertained by your story, I'll tell you a little secret." He then whisper his next words:

"we (DD) dislike the thought of our 'owner' 'creating' a 'doll'... Because if you (owner) made one by hand, it mean you give effort, love and care to create one. And it's a doll made by you (owner)... Unlike us, who aren't... Through they aren't special unlike us (DD) who can become human. There still that little fact." He then back away before an ass shitting grin appear in his face.

"Through there are some cases Darling dolls would want owner to make a doll..." Somehow you want to smack his face when he sound disgustingly suggestive about his next sentence would be.

"You know if owner and doll Is an item they would ( ùwú)7--" he gesture some suggestive hand sign which made you smack his face.

"Oww. Your abusive to your husband!" He fake gasp at you.

"What the fudge is wrong with you." You felt embarrassed by his gesture and words.

"So it's either they felt jealous or it's the other thing your embarrassed for me to say out loud." He summarize it all. "Through if DD become real human they can (ùwú)--" the shameless Amagi continue on his act.

"RINNE SHUT UP!!!" You quickly shut him up before he tell you a sex education topic. Your face is so warm, from embarrassment you felt from this shameless person words--no his gesture and whatever his implying with those hands that totally don't trigger any green mentality of yours.

"LOLOL YOUR FACE IS SO RED, MCMC!!" Rinne laugh as he got away from you. You give chase and forgotten that Rinne still don't tell you what happened to the materials that gone missing!

"RINNE YOU BASTARD YOU ASK ME THAT QUESTION JUST TO DO THIS HUH?" you say as you point a spatula at him.

"Of course not, I'm genuinely asking out of curiosity... 😈" Rinne runs away before you could KO him with a spatula in the head.

in the end, Niki who sees you two ruining his paradise is angry and won't let you two have extra serving for breakfast.