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marsbutterfly · 3 years

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There are like super few writers for kakegurui, and I'm super excited that you decided to write for them. My heart is melting 😍😍😍 and since this is the first, maybe them like seeing/meeting their SO for the first time? Thank you!

Headcanons: Yumeko, Midari, Kirari and Ririka & How They Met Their S/O

- The first time Yumeko laid eyes on you, you were in the middle of a game against a random student.

- The way you played and used your brain to win every single time made Yumeko’s legs tremble with pleasure.

- Once it was announced that you had won for the final time and the poor student was bankrupt, she decided that she couldn’t hold herself back any longer.

- “Oh please gamble with me, Y/N.” She said, drool nearly dripping down the edge of her lips.

- You couldn’t help but smile and decided to take up on her request.

- “If you win, I will be your personal house pet but if I win, you have to kiss me like you have never kissed anyone before.” You reply and a smile creeps onto her lips as she closes her legs shut, a blush spreading across her cheeks.

- She allowed you to pick a game, her one request is that it should be a game where you are the very best player in the school.

- In the end, you ended up choosing a basic game but you happened to be the very best at it: Poker.

- The fire in her eyes nearly convinced you to make it a game of strip poker but you were able to resist the temptation.

- The game was close, too close for comfort, but when she lost, you felt like a massive weight had been lifted off of your shoulders.

- The excitement of gambling with you was nearly enough to drive her off the edge of an orgasm. Even after she had lost the bet.

- Unbeknownst to you, she 100% lost on purpose so she could feel your lips on hers. Of course, she could have made you her house pet but she decided to be nice and let you win.

- But she promised herself that one day she will make you her girlfriend and make you kiss her second after second until your lips nearly fall off, that’s when she will be satisfied.

- In the meantime, she will simply be satisfied just by the thrill of gambling against you.

Warnings: Mentions of kidnapping and guns. thank you to my wife @tsukidrama for helping me come up with Midari’s headcanons.

- The first time you saw Midari, you didn't really see her.

- Truth is, one day she was bored and she saw a poster you made for your school club so she decided to kidnap you out of class and put a bag over your head. The cold gun touching your right temple.

- Even though you are terrified, you can hear her laughter and a few moans so instead of acting like you felt, you decide to laugh in response and tempt her.

- "Is this all you got? This is not even a gamble!" All while you giggled away but the nervous sweat still dripping down your forehead.

- When she finally takes the bag off of your head, her cheeks are covered in a red blush and drool drips down the side of her lips.

- “Do you know why you are here?” She asks, swinging the gun around while spinning on the chair. You shake your head, watching as the lights flicker above you.

- You take a look around the room, noticing the few roaches that walk around the dirty corners or the water damage caused by a few busted pipes.

- “Because that fucking poster you put up was fucking hideous.” She says, placing the gun right in between your eyes.

- “I’ll take it down if you let me go.” You say and she laughs, a heart filled laughter as if you just told her the funniest joke in the world.

- “Absolutely not. We are going to do this fucking thing together to make sure it looks good.”

- She pulls out a long piece of paper and a few art supplies including glitter, purple pens and some other things.

- In the end, you ended up having a good time with her even she still swung the gun around every so often.

- She helps you color the poster and make sure it is appropriate and pretty enough to be a part of the school.

- When she finally lets you go, you can’t stop thinking about her and about the next time you will see her again. Maybe you will kidnap her this time, but to gain her heart, you start gambling like crazy until you reach the very top.

- The next encounter, she kidnapped you again but this time you didn’t quite mind because you were just happy to see her again.

- The first time you met Kirari was after you lost an insane amount of money during a failed gamble.

- As she was about to hand you your life schedule, she stops halfway before the papers reached your hand.

- She tilts her head and places her fingers on her chin, fully analyzing you as you feel your cheeks burn in embarrassment.

- She watches you closely for a few seconds but it feels like her eyes have been on you for hours, days even.

- “You will be my personal house pet.” She says, playing with the tag around your neck and you can tell the expression on your face shows her that you are confused because she continues, “I want to see what Mittens here can do.”

- “Why?” You ask and she places her index finger over your lips before moving towards your jawline.

- “Your life schedule wasn’t good enough for someone who looks like you.” She smirks. “You deserve a better life style.”

- Her ice blue eyes cut deep into you, never moving away and you can’t tell if she’s blinking or not

- “I will treat you to delicious food, warm bed and a lot of love.” She says, her nails now digging through your skin, “In return, you will be a good pet, won’t you?”

- You nod quickly, hoping she will release you but she does not.

- “Good. Now go fetch me some tea, my sweet mittens.” Kirari says and you nod once again, running towards the table where the tea mugs rest.

- Once your back is turn, she bites her lips before biting the nail on her left thumb, she shakes her bangs trying to get them out of her eyes so she can have a better view of you.

- “Ah, how I love being Student Body President.” She whispers to herself with a devious smile on her face.

- One day you get called out of class, the hall monitor telling you to pack your things because you are being transferred to the same class as the Vice-President.

- You don’t understand why this is happening and the only answer you get is: It was her request.

- Without complaints, you take your new seat by her side. From behind the mask, you can tell her eyes follow your every move and you can’t help but feel your cheeks burning.

- Once class ends, you feel a hand touching your shoulder gently and you turn around, noticing the person touching you was the Vice-President.

- “Follow me, please.” She says, taking your hand and gently dragging you towards Kirari’s office.

- Once you enter the room, she points towards the couch, silently inviting you to take a seat. You oblige and you can tell she smiles underneath the mask.

- She walks towards the other end of the room, reaching for a small cup before pouring some tea for the two of you.

- She hands you the cup and you thank her, allowing the smell of lavender infused vanilla tea to enter your body. The taste is just as divine as the smell.

- “Do you know why you are here?” She asks, lifting her mask just barely enough to take a sip out of the tea and you curiously hope that she will allow you to see more of her face.

- “Not really.” You say, crossing your legs while allowing your back to rest against the couch.

- “I have a personal interest in you, Y/N.” She says and your eyes widen, you nearly choke on your tea for a second after hearing her say those words. “I want you to play a game with me.”

- “What do you have in mind, Vice-President?” You ask, a smirk on your lips as you place the cup of tea on the small table before you.

- “It’s quite simple and pure luck based.” She says, serenity present in her voice, “If I flip this coin and it turns out the be tales, you will take my spot in the School Council.”

- A gasp leaves your lips closely followed by a manic smile. “And what if you win?”

- “You will be my girlfriend and friend, starting effective immediately” She says, taking one final, long sip out of her tea. You nod in response.

- “Let’s gamble then.” You reply as she flips the coin.

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likeahorribledream · 2 years

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ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇ

ᴏɴᴇ: ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ

SUMMARY: You are chosen for a long-term undercover assignement but getting along with the man you're supposed to be in love with is a lot harder than you thought it would be.

REQUEST: Chris and reader at the party scene and one of the bad guys get a little too touchy with reader and Chris almost breaks cover.

PAIRING Chris x Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

NOTES: This series will have 5 chapters + epilogue and potentially even a few bonus chapters. I'm just obsessed with Chris and can't get enough of him. Hence why this request inspired such a long story! Also there weren't specific details as to who the reader was supposed to be so I went with an agent!

WARNINGS: Angst, fluff, any warnings that apply for the movie.

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Working undercover is an extremely stressful job. You basically work non-stop for days, weeks, months and even sometimes years. Not a lot of agents can pull it off or even want to, but that’s all you ever wanted. You focused your entire career to one day be able to work undercover and you were beyond thrilled when the opportunity finally presented itself. Most agents have friends, families they don’t want to be seperated from for long periods of time but you weren’t one of those. You were a lone wolf, perfect for this kind of work.

For years you did small undercover jobs. Pretending to be a drug dealer or someone who wanted to buy drugs to bust entire operations wasn’t foreign to you, you were great at it even. From there you worked your way up to bigger, more important jobs and more important also means more dangerous. Then one day, you were called on to work a big case.

‘’You’ve proved yourself, more than once. This is a big job, a long one. We need someone who won’t be homesick or won't crack easily under pressure.’’ Your supervisor had explained. ‘’You’re still relatively new to the undercover world but we believe you are the perfect agent for the job. You aren’t going to go alone, we are pairing you with another agent. The man is an absolute pro, if you follow what he says and does you’ll both get out of there in one piece with a bust you’ll be able to ride on for the rest of your career.’’

Of course, you said yes.

You then spent weeks at the office being debriefed. They explained to you everything there was to know about the case, who you were supposed to be and what your endgame was.

Your job was to infiltrate a small group, a gang of some sort. Silas is the name of their leader and he’s absolutely ruthless, a little bit mad even. He’s not scared of anything or anyone and that makes him extremely dangerous. You never know what can make him tick.

‘’This is why it’ll be important for you to follow your partner’s lead. You need to trust him 100%. You don’t do or say anything without him telling you first, you got it?’’

Then, you get a chance to finally meet your partner. An agent named Chris. He’s been with the FBI for years and he’s one of the best at what he does. You had been told to meet him at a bar, a small local bar that had maybe 10 customers there every night and at least 7 of those were too drunk to even notice what was going on around them.

Smart.

You arrived first, at least that’s what you think because you don’t know what Chris looks like but you’re pretty sure he’s not one of the extremely drunk men sitting around. At least you hope so, otherwise you’re going to be dead within the first week.

You stop at the bar first, away from other customers and order a drink, or something that resembles one. You want to stay sharp but you also want to keep up with appearances. You thank the bartender, pay for your drink and go sit at a table. You chose one to the side but not secluded, the best way to not get any unwanted attention is by blending in you learned that early on.

You wait patiently, sipping your non-drink drink while looking around from time to time.

10 minutes after you’ve sat down, a man comes to sit at your table across from you while drinking from his glass of what looks like beer.

You don’t even need to ask, you know that it’s him.

In front of you sits a man with the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen, they are almost haunting. His hair and beard look so fluffy that your fingers almost itch to be able to run through either just to feel how soft it is. He’s dressed casually but in a way that’s appropriate for work, you can’t help but notice that his button-down shirt seems to be a size too small, some of the buttons look like they are holding on for dear life to not pop open.

In short, Chris is very attractive which can only help make your relationship more believable.

You have to pretend to be in some kind of relationship with him so it’s easier for you to explain why you’re spending so much time together, alone and away from other people so that you can talk about the case from time to time.

‘’I hope there’s no alcohol in that drink.’’ He says, loud enough only for you to hear.

You chuckle. ‘’I might look like a rookie, but I’m not one.’’

He nods and his eyes roam all over your face and body. To anyone else, it looks like he’s very openly checking you out but you know from experience that he’s looking at your body language and facial expression. He leans back into his chair, drinking from his glass once more and then starts asking you a bunch of questions.

Where did we meet? When did we meet? Where did we go on our first date? What’s his favorite meal? What’s yours? How long have you been together officially? Non officially?

It’s really hard to read him. His face doesn’t show any emotion and you understand why he’s so good at it. You’re just not sure if you’re good at it because he’s just been staring at you.

‘’Good.’’ He finally says. ‘’You studied.’’

‘’I did.’’ You nod. ‘’I take this job seriously.’’ You add shortly before taking a sip of your drink.

‘’You better. Your life depends on it, and so does mine.’’

And it wasn’t an exaggeration, both your lives depend on this and how well you’re going to do.

‘’Kiss me.’’ Chris tells you, out of nowhere, still staring at you.

You frown. ‘’Do you mean that? Or is it some kind of hazing?’’ You ask, suspicious.

You seem to take him slightly by surprise with your question but he quickly recovers. ‘’We need to get it out of the way so neither of us look surprised when it happens in front of other people.’’ He sits straighter. ‘’I’m dead serious.’’

You hesitate for a few more seconds, taping your fingers on the table. ‘’Ok.’’ You give as a simple answer.

You stand up to reach over the table and lean down. You’re not really sure if it’s supposed to be just a quick peck but you’re guessing it’s supposed to be as natural looking as possible so you just kiss him like you would kiss someone you were really dating.

One of your hands is laid down flat on the table to hold yourself up and the other goes to the back of his neck just under his hairline. You make it quick but sweet, giving him just enough time to kiss you back, and sit back down in your chair.

‘’Got it.’’

You narrow your eyes at him. ‘’What is it good or…’’

‘’I can work with that.’’

You look at him for a few seconds and chuckle, amused by how cold and stoich he’s being.

You both sip from your drink at the same time, putting your glasses back down at the same time.

‘’What kind of hazing did they do to you at the Academy?’’ He finally asks the question that’s been gnawing at him since you mentioned it.

You laugh and shrug. ‘’The kind that makes me very suspicious.’’

The next time you saw Chris was for your ‘’makeovers’’, that’s the word your supervisor used. Your hair and clothes needed to be changed to fit the assignment.

Chris had already been there a while when you arrived, you could tell by how much he had changed already. The hair and beard was gone, he was now sporting very short hair and a beard that resembled more a goatee, also a lot shorter than it was the night at the bar.

‘’Wow.’’ You say when you see him. ‘’A haircut and a trim and you’re a whole new man.’’ You smile at him.

He turns when he hears your voice, to look at you.

‘’That’s kind of the point.’’ He shrugs and turns back around.

You roll your eyes and walk away from him. No matter how nice you are to him, he absolutely doesn’t warm up to you and you sincerely don’t understand how the two of you are going to pass as two people in a relationship. It’s clear that he can’t stand you, anyone with eyes or ears notices.

You sat in the hairstylist’s chair and waited for them to work their magic.

‘’We need to make you look more grunge.’’

That’s the one and only thing you heard before they were applying dye on your hair.

You were slightly shocked when you first saw your new hairstyle but the more you look at it, the more you love it.

What you’re absolutely crazy about though are your clothes. Tons of jeans, some with holes, some without, just as many band t-shirts again some with holes some without. Sweatshirts, hoodies, flannels.

‘’What do you think?’’ Your supervisor asks you, looking at you through the mirror.

‘’I’m warm, I’m comfy. My legs are covered and I’m not wearing high heels. I’m ecstatic.’’ You say, referring to the times you worked on the streets and had to look ‘’enticing’’. Again, your supervisor’s word.

You make the first contact with Silas’ group a week later. Another team of agents tailed the entire group for weeks to find out their routine and pattern, and it turns out that every Thursday night they go to the same bar to sell drugs. An easy way to make quick money.

Strangely Chris trusts you enough to be the one to make first contact with the group. Which surprised you because you were sure he’d want to do it, if you make a mistake or say something that makes them suspect anything the job could be over before it even began and Silas would be in the wind.

‘’Go talk to Silas.’’ Chris says to you while you’re sitting a few tables away from theirs. ‘’He’s the one you want to get on your side.’’

You glance quickly at his table before looking at Chris again. ‘’I’m not sure.’’

From the quick visual assessment you made, Silas is in a bad mood tonight. He’s probably high and drunk, and he keeps getting into fights with his supposed girlfriend. You stand and Chris grabs your wrist.

‘’Silas.’’ He repeats before letting go.

‘’My instinct says to go with the girl.’’

Before Chris fully has time to register what you said, you are standing next to Petra at the bar while she is waiting to order another drink.

‘’Is he always this mean?’’ You ask her.

‘’Uh?’’ She turns to look at you.

‘’Your boyfriend. I could hear what he was saying to you all the way to my table, I wasn’t eavesdropping on purpose.’’

‘’Ha. He’s just under a lot of stress right now.’’

‘’I get it.’’ You nod and glance at their table. You order a beer when the bartender comes over. You take the bottle he gives you and turn to face her. ‘’Woman to woman, I’d watch out. The girl with you might be playing nice in your face but she’s just waiting for an opportunity to pounce on your man. From an outsider’s point of view, it even looks like she’s the one giving him the arguments to start a fight.’’

‘’She’s my friend, I don’t think she’d do that.’’

‘’You know her better than I do.’’ You simply answer. ‘’Have a good night…’’ You trail off to let her fill in the gap.

‘’Petra.’’

‘’Have a good night Petra.’’ You smile.

You walk back to your table and give the beer bottle to Chris, who looks like he’s fuming.

‘’I gave you one simple task.’’ He says, his jaw so clenched you’re surprised he was able to talk.

‘’I know what I’m doing.’’

‘’No, you don’t. You’re a rookie and you need to listen to what I say.’’

‘’Would you just trust me?’’ You sigh, slightly annoyed.

‘’Considering you’re back here and she’s over there I’d say no. You just ruined our only chance to make first contact with them.’’

‘’You really don’t like me, do you?’’

‘’Not in this moment, no.’’

Half an hour passed and still nothing happened. You are starting to think that maybe Chris is right, you ruined the only chance you had.

Petra turns around in her chair to look at you and she looks pissed. She stands up abruptly and storms over to your table.

Your heart is racing in your chest, thinking that you’ve been made.

‘’You were right.’’ She says, looking down at you with her arms crossed.

‘’I’m sorry.’’ You say with a lot of empathy in your tone.

‘’How did you know?’’

‘’It happened to me.’’ You shrug. ‘’She was my best friend, since then I’ve been on the lookout for the signs.’’

‘’Well, thank you for having my back…’’ She trails off, this time giving you a chance to introduce yourself.

‘’Dove.’’ You smile.

It’s not your real name, clearly. It’s a nickname that Chris chose for you. He says that when you begin, you need to be called something other than your name so that when the job is done and you go home, the transition back into who you really are is less difficult.

‘’And you are?’’ She looks at your partner.

‘’Chris.’’ He smiles brightly at her and you’re almost surprised. It’s the first time you’ve seen him smile since you met him.

You had been wondering why Chris was so cold and distant but turns out he isn’t with people that aren’t you.

‘’We’re having a small party at my boyfriend’s place tomorrow, you should come.’’ She says to you. ‘’I need to pick your brain about other stuff.’’

‘’I’ll be there.’’ You nod towards Chris. ‘’Is it ok if he comes?’’

‘’Sure.’’ She shrugs.

She writes down the address on a napkin and gives it to you. ‘’See you then.’’

‘’See ya.’’

You watch as she goes back to her table, her friend has since then left. You look at Chris but don’t say anything. The man can’t stand you and it’s clear that whatever you do, good or bad, he’ll find a reason to criticize.

You finish your drink and pockets the napkin. ‘’I’ll see you tomorrow.’’ You say standing up.

‘’You better wait for me before going there.’’

‘’Yeah, yeah.’’ You shake your head and leave the bar to go to ‘’your’’ apartment.

You’re angry and annoyed. You’re a good undercover agent, you have an excellent track record when it comes to making successful arrests yet Chris chooses to treat you like you’re fresh out of the academy and can’t do anything correctly.

If anything, his cold attitude towards you will be what gives you away and not your instincts.

The following night, Chris picks you up so that you can arrive at the same time.

‘’No improvising tonight.’’ He warns you, keeping his eyes on the road. ‘’We’re going to be in their environment, we can’t give them a reason to sniff us out.’’

‘’Ok.’’ You say, looking out the window.

Chris arches a brow, quickly glancing at you. ‘’What’s wrong with you tonight? You’re usually a lot more cheerful.’’

‘’You don’t even bother to try to pretend like you can actually stand me so why should I pretend like this is fun for me? It doesn’t help that you think that I’m useless at my job.’’

Chris parks his truck.

‘’Finally.’’ You mumble under your breath and get out of the truck before Chris has time to say anything.

You wait for him next to the door with your hands in your pockets. He walks over to you and puts his arm around your shoulders, for appearances, as he rings the bell.

‘’We’re going to talk about this later.’’ He points out.

‘’Ok.’’

The moment the door opens you give a big smile to Petra. ‘’Sorry if we’re late.’’

‘’Finally.’’ She says while dragging you inside. She seems a lot more cheerful than last night, you’re just not sure if it’s natural or chemical.

She brings you to the living room where everyone else is.

‘’Everyone, this is Dove and Chris. This is Arturo, Toby and Silas.’’ She points at them as she says their names, even though you already know who they are.

You smile shyly at them.

The rest of the night is a bit of a blur. You didn’t drink but there was so much drugs being smoked or passed around that you’re almost sure you got high by just breathing.

You and Petra formed a quick bond, she seems to trust you a lot and you now have the perfect in.

Chris seems to be getting along great with Toby and Arturo, which isn’t shocking since he seems to only have a problem with you.

Silas is more reserved, he likes to sit and watch but never really participates which means you need to be careful about what you say, how you say and how you look while saying it.

As you had predicted, on your way home Chris had seemed to forget all about what was said on the ride over and he didn’t bring up the subject. Because there was nothing for him to say.

From that night on, you were over at Silas’ every day. Both you and Chris worked overtime to get them to trust the both of you, thankfully it seemed to be working perfectly.

Chris shows up at your apartment two weeks later, you could tell by the way he was knocking that he wasn’t in a good mood.

‘’Great, what did I fuck up this time?’’ You mumble barely audibly as you walk over to the door that you quickly open to make him stop knocking.

‘’Are you trying to get us busted?’’ Is the first thing he says to you as he pushes his way inside your apartment.

You close and lock the door behind him then follow him to the kitchen.

You sigh. ‘’What did I do now?’’

He glares at you. ‘’Everyone saw you flirting with Arturo last night. Now they probably all think you’re cheating on me.’’

You roll your eyes. ‘’I wasn’t flirting.’’

‘’What would you call it then?’’

‘’Being nice. You know, the thing you do with everyone but me.’’

‘’Why do you keep saying that?’’ He crosses his arms.

‘’Because it’s true.’’ You sit down at your kitchen table.

‘’Says who?’’

‘’Says you. First night we met, you were cold. First night we worked together, you told me you didn’t like me. If we get busted it won’t be because of me, it’ll be because you keep being an ass to me in front of everyone else.’’

He rolls his eyes. ‘’Stop being dramatic.’’

‘’I’m not being dramatic. Ask literally anyone, they’ll agree with me.’’

Chris sighs and drops his hands down and away from his chest. ‘’Look, it’s not that I don’t like you but this is a very big case. It’s stressful enough being undercover and you’re new at all of this so I’m trying to stay focused and anticipate what could go wrong.’’

‘’I get that but did I ever gave you a reason to think I was going to do something to get us killed?’’

‘’The first night we worked you ignored the one order I gave you.’’

‘’Yeah because my gut was telling me that it wasn’t the way to go.’’

‘’You’re too new to have gut feelings.’’

‘’Really?’’ He nods. ‘’Because my gut got us this far, didn’t it? Petra was the way to go and you know it. If I had listened to you Silas could have turned me down and that would have ruined our chance to get in or we could be jumping through dozens of hoops instead of being already in. If you really have a problem with me then we should ask for me to get transferred out because if we keep going like this one of us, if not both, is going to end up dead.’’

Chris pulls out a chair and sits down in front of you.

‘’You’re right. I’m sorry. I’m just trying to protect you, protect us.’’

‘’I understand but you need to trust me. It’ll be a lot safer for the both of us if we start acting like a team.’’

‘’I trust you.’’

‘’I hope so because I got your back and I’d like to think you got mine.’’

‘’Of course I do.’’

‘’Great, let’s get to work then.’’

CHAPTER TWO

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan character #destroyer!chris #destroyer chris #destroyer!chris x reader #destroyer!chris x you #destroyer chris x reader #destroyer chris x you #reader insert #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you #destroyer #destroyer the movie #destroyer movie

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cipheraldraws · 2 years

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Ho-ly shit. Okay. This piece has a bit of a story so buckle in for a longer caption under the readmore. ID is going ahead of it.

Please reblog if you like. Don't repost my art.

[ID: a watercolour painting of Micah. Micah has short, fluffy white hair, brown skin, freckles, and one brown and one gold eye. They are sitting on a log, leaning forward with their hands out to the side, arms bent, as if they were telling a scary story. They are grinning, mouth open, as if speaking, and are wearing a tight black crop top with the shoulders cut out, and brown pants with the calves wrapped in white fabric, holding that part tight to their leg while the upper leg is loose. Behind them is a forest scene, in purples and blues. There are fireflies flying in the background as well, and the lighting is warm on Micah and the log. End ID.]

I started this piece in September of 2020 after one of my longest art slumps ever. I missed drawing Micah a ton and I wanted to do something for them that wasnt redrawing the same bust piece over and over again to document my progress. So I started something that wound up taking a full 14 months to develop into its final stage.

It stayed as a sketch for a very long time. I tried doing my usual lines, and I hated it. I tried doing a lineless painting style, and I hated it. It took until July 2021 for me to find a brush that I liked enough to line this with. Not only that, but it took me that entire time to get comfortable with the idea of doing a detailed background and lighting like I wanted to do.

After lining it I did the base colours for Micah and the log they were on... but I was still too scared to do the background. It was a lot, and I didn't feel confident enough to be able to do the depth I wanted. So for 5 months I worked my ass off on practicing my lighting and backgrounds.

A couple weeks ago, I finally did it. I spent four hours on just the background, and another hour on the lighting/shading. 14 months, and I'd finally finished it.

Honestly I cried. I sobbed like a baby when I realized this was complete. This is exactly the sort of thing I'd always wanted to be able to draw, and now I had done it. I wish I could show this to 15 year old me, new in the art industry and sighing wishing they could draw like the artists they looked up to.

So, yeah. I'm so proud of this piece, and I'm thrilled to be able to share it with all of you.

#artists on tumblr #michael.art #digital art #micah cadarina #ocs #digital watercolor #watercolor #digital painting

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warriorsbutnotreally · 3 years

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Twigkit And Violetkit Clan-Swap AU

I'm so glad I recently reread AVoS for one of my recent rambling discussion posts cause having the memories fresh in my mind works great

Especially since I'm already forgetting the second half of AVoS already dfska

Also, I don't go into detail about the big plot points, but they still do happen. This is more just about the changes the sisters go through.

And I kind of ignored the 'our mom is dead' plot now that I've finished it dfskjahfd

idk why I forgot about that point

So when the choice is made between Violetkit and Twigkit, Rowanstar decides that Twigkit is the best option, as her smaller size would make her more sneaky

Twigkit is taken away and Violetkit screams and cries and has to be held back by Alderpaw to stop her from chasing after Twigkit

Over in ThunderClan, Violetkit isolates herself, despite the best attempts to comfort and console her to the point she's attached to Alderpaw every moment he's in the camp. She doesn't want to play, she just wants her sister.

Alderpaw does his best to be there for Violetkit, but he feels as if his attempts aren't working, as trying to get her to open up is hard.

Luck turns on his side as Honeykit seems determined to be Violetkit's friend and she seems patient as Violetkit struggles to open up.

Over in ShadowClan, Twigkit is trying her best to make friends, despite Pinenose being disinterested in raising her and Needlepaw wanting nothing to do with a clingy kit.

Twigkit is constantly hurt at being left out and Puddlekit seems to be the only one okay with spending time with her. The two are shaky friends still, though, as his littermates pick on Twigkit and he's not a very bold kit to stand up against them.

When Grassheart's kits are born, Twigkit is very wide-eyed and curious about this new life and she asks Grassheart a lot of questions, all of the answers making Twigkit curious about the kits, but still feeling strangely detached from the idea that kits happen

Twigkit appoints herself as a big sister figure to the kits, despite still being a kit herself, and she's more than willing to teach them everything she knows - which may not be much, but she's excited to have company that looks up to her.

She also is saddened when Puddlekit is made an apprentice early, as it makes it harder for the two to hang out

Alderpaw and Needlepaw have the kits meet up and Twigkit and Violetkit are happy to see each other. Twigkit asks Needlepaw if this means she's going home to her sister and Needlepaw has a visible negative reaction, but Alderpaw is the one to answer.

Alderpaw convinces Needlepaw to bond with Twigkit and Needlepaw agrees, though she isn't too thrilled, especially after Twigkit's question

Over in ThunderClan, Violetkit is finally getting along with the other kits, though she's still rather withdrawn and isn't as high-energy as the other kits. Still, she sticks close to Honeykit now and it gives Alderpaw some room to stretch his legs and know that Violetkit isn't alone.

Alderpaw is still worried, but Jayfeather is dismissive about it, stating some kits are just strange like that, but Alderpaw is worried that Violetkit isn't taking well to being apart from her sister

Violetkit, meanwhile, still thinks of her sister a lot, but is getting along great with the other kits and is slowly branching out to others.

When she gets too overwhelmed, though, she finds herself going over to Daisy a lot more, who comforts Violetkit and lets her lay and rest in silence for a bit.

She also talks to Daisy the most, about not being Clanborn and about missing cats and Daisy becomes one of Violetkit's biggest rocks that keep her grounded. Lilyheart still does her best when she can, but Violetkit is more bonded to Daisy.

Twigkit is dragged out of camp by Needlepaw, who also brings Sleekpaw. Twigkit has many questions and concerns but is silenced.

When Twigkit is introduced to Darktail's group, she's on edge and frightened of these cats, wanting nothing to do with them. When Sleekpaw and Needlepaw try to introduce her as a non-Clanborn kit, Twigkit tries to lie and is called out for it.

When approached by Darktail, the kit tries to run but Needlepaw stops her and scolds her. She explains to Twigkit that these cats are important, but Twigkit doesn't believe her. Still, she stays silent and obedient, sticking close to the apprentices.

When the time comes, Needlepaw borderline threatens Twigkit into silence and Twigkit agrees.

Violetkit isn't sure that she and her sister are special, as she hears whispers about it echo through the Clan. She wants to believe and Alderpaw and Daisy assure her that she is.

This brings little comfort as she worries if ShadowClan thinks her sister is special and how they're treating her.

Violetkit asks Alderpaw what makes her and Twigkit special and Alderpaw talks to her, that it's not just the prophecy, but the fact the two of them are survivors and that they'll grow to be great cats.

This helps a little, but not much

When Sparkpaw becomes Sparkpelt, Violetkit is confused on why Alderpaw looks disheartened but still goes over to comfort him, leaning against the medicine cat apprentice and letting out tiny purrs.

He accepts this as comfort and thanks her

When Twigkit is brought back to camp by Sleekpaw and Needlepaw, they're busted by Tawnypelt. When confronted, Twigkit runs to Tawnypelt and tells her what happened

Needlepaw is outraged, as is Sleekpaw

While the arguing in ShadowClan is going on, Twigkit stands by her conviction to tell, as she believes the reason she's special is because she's supposed to help ShadowClan and she's trying to trust what her gut says

But her gut starts to twist with worry as the fighting goes on and she's worried she's on the wrong side of this battle, though she does not believe Needlepaw and Sleekpaw are in the right

Birchpaw and Lionpaw, for the first time, seem willing to be on her side, as both of them agree that the other apprentices aren't in the right. This brings some comfort, but she's still worried, as she's trying to hard to figure out why she's special.

Needlepaw blames Twigkit for her getting in trouble and quietly claims to her that the kit owes her a huge favor for being a snitch.

Twigkit does not agree with this, but her guilt makes her feel differently and she isn't sure what to do

When Needlepaw demands Twigkit go tell Rain she won't be able to see him, Twigkit objects, stating she's just a kit and shouldn't go out alone

Needlepaw counters by saying that if it wasn't for Twigkit she wouldn't be barred from leaving camp

Twigkit winces in response and caves in, sneaking out of camp. Twigkit, however, hides for a portion of the night until she's found by Pinenose and Grassheart. The two scold her for causing so much worry and she once more tells them the truth on what happened.

Alderpaw tries to take Violetkit out to meet with her sister, but they are found by a ShadowClan patrol. Alderpaw lies and learns that Needlepaw and Twigkit are in trouble, cause Needlepaw snuck Twigkit out of camp.

Violetkit feels terribly guilty and Alderpaw assures her that it isn't her fault

Violetkit isn't sure about that

When they return back to camp, Violetkit slumps down in the nursey, feeling like it's her fault. Alderpaw tries again to comfort her, but to no luck.

Daisy takes over and assures the tom she has it from here and just quietly lays down with Violetkit, waiting for the kit to be ready to talk

Meanwhile, when confronted, Needlepaw tries to lie, but Twigkit is insistent. What doesn't help was Needlepaw already being in trouble for sneaking out of camp

Needlepaw is even more furious and threatens to leave

Rowanstar openly invites her to leave

More apprentices side with Needlepaw and he lets them go. Twigkit is in shock. Needlepaw makes a scolding remark on how ShadowClan can keep their 'non-special kit', referring to Twigkit, and Twigkit is hurt.

She wants to believe she's special..

Twigkit becomes Twigpaw and is apprenticed to Tigerheart. Violetkit becomes Violetpaw and she's apprenticed to Stormcloud.

Stormcloud is a kind and understanding mentor and he makes it clear from the start that there are things he's still learning about aspects of Clan life and mentoring is a big one.

He is open about his former life outside the Clan and this makes Violetpaw look up to him, seeing his life as a possible future for her own - a proud warrior who came from non-Clan origins, special or not.

Violetpaw also has been sneaking off to spend time with her biological sister, Twigpaw, and the two talk often about what's going on.

During one of these short meetings, the duo is attacked and they're almost snagged away by who is revealed to be Needletail and Sleekwhisker. The two she-cats are thankfully chased off by a ThunderClan patrol [consisting of Stormcloud, Squirrelflight, Dovewing, and Lionblaze], who scolds the two for being alone.

They are notably not scolded for seeing each other, but are warned they got lucky that is wasn't a different patrol or a ShadowClan patrol.

Stormcloud takes Violetpaw to the side and offers to look out for her if she ever goes off to see her sister, but she has to be honest with him.

She promises

Twigpaw hurries home, grabbing a hidden away lizard as she does so.

Tigerheart isn't impressed with it, but he doesn't scold her. He does express he isn't happy with her hunt and she's aware he suspects something, but he makes no comments about it

They return to camp as Leafpool prepares to leave, as Puddleshine is a full medicine cat now, despite his young age. Twigpaw is sad to see her go and grabs some gifts from her nest for Leafpool to bring to Violetpaw - a cluster of soft, fluffy feathers and a shiny rock she had found while out exploring

Leafpool agrees to take them to Violetpaw and Twigpaw is happy at the news. Tigerheart looks like he wants to pass a message, but doesn't.

Only a couple days later a strange illness starts popping up and Twigpaw is quick to ask if Leafpool is going to come back. This isn't met positively.

A patrol is sent to WindClan and returns with only bad news, as Onestar refuses to share herbs

The gathering passes with only more bad news

Violetpaw is growing worried for Twigpaw, especially as the illness spreads and she convinces Stormcloud to watch out for her as she goes to check on Twigpaw.

He agrees but becomes hesitant when they reach the border and she wants to cross it.

He warns her not to, but the thought of her sister being sick stresses her out

She sneaks in anyway just to bump into Twigpaw who had been sneaking out to make sure Violetpaw was okay and that the disease didn't spread into ThunderClan.

The two talk for only a moment before a small ShadowClan patrol, consisting only of Crowfrost, Dawnpelt, and Scorchfur.

Twigpaw is scolded and Violetpaw is taken as a hostage. Violetpaw doesn't like this and Twigpaw doesn't stop apologizing to her sister.

Dawnpelt assures no harm will come to Violetpaw, that they just want ThunderClan's help in getting the lungwort for their Clan.

Twigpaw feels terrible about this. Violetpaw is angry, but not towards her sister. She decides she hates ShadowClan and she wants to get Twigpaw away.

While together, Twigpaw is out helping around ShadowClan the best she can, which only makes Violetpaw more nervous, as she helps Puddleshine get water for the cats and bring him herbs when he's getting overwhelmed.

He's very thankful for Twigpaw and Twigpaw shines with the praise.

Violetpaw decides she doesn't think Puddleshine is being sincere, as she believes he wouldn't put her sister this close to sick cats if he was.

Twigpaw mentions how she doesn't like how certain things are normalized - like violet outbursts between apprentices - but she believes the reason she's special is that she's meant to help ShadowClan

Violetpaw doesn't buy this and it only makes her more upset

insert the "we're not special" audio

Things are awkward between the two sisters, even as Bramblestar and the patrol come in.

They demand Violetpaw back and scold the Clan for taking a young apprentice into a sick Clan when she could've fallen ill.

Violetpaw, for a brief moment almost doesn't say anything before trying to demand Twigpaw is taken back to ThunderClan with them

Bramblestar explains they can't do that and Violetpaw doesn't believe they can't just that they won't

She has to be basically dragged out

Some cats are upset and Crowfrost falls sick

With some help from the medicine cats coming together, the Clan gets lungwort, but not in time to save Kinkfur, Wasptail, and Crowfrost.

Tigerheart is the new deputy and Twigpaw is proud of her mentor

Cats are refusing to go to the gathering, despite Twigpaw's best attempts to try to talk to them. Tigerheart informs her that not everyone is reasonable.

She doesn't like this.

Darktail takes over ShadowClan.

She likes this even less.

She tries to leave with Rowanstar, Tawnypelt, and Tigerheart, but Darktail holds her back and doesn't allow her to leave. He says his cats have more use for a 'special' cat than them.

Twigpaw is scared

Violetpaw is still mad about what happened, but she's not mad at her sister anymore. She just wants to see her and apologize. Even if she doesn't believe they're special, she feels terrible about yelling at her, especially since she has few friends [granted due to her own withdrawn nature]

She becomes worried when only three ShadowClan cats arrive at the gathering and none of them are Twigpaw

Bramblestar takes in the wayward ShadowClan cats and Violetpaw is quick to ask them about Twigpaw. Tigerheart reluctantly informs her and she is even more angry at ShadowClan for not saving her.

After the gathering, Stormcloud personally helps her trespass to try to save Twigpaw and the two are caught. Violetpaw says she just wants to see her sister.

Rain and Needletail assure she will before chasing off Stormcloud, giving him some nasty injuries before dragging Violetpaw back to camp.

Violetpaw finds that she and Twigpaw are both prisoners now

The four Clans come together to try to fight The Kin, but it doesn't end well and Twigpaw and Violetpaw are still being held.

Darktail seems to know more about these sisters than he's letting on and keeps a close eye on them when he can. When he's not around, there's always another one of his cats close by.

Twigpaw apologizes for ever thinking they were special and Violetpaw stops her, apologizing for what she said.

Twigpaw admits she's scared and Violetpaw quietly admits she is, too

After a couple days, the two are allowed to roam camp, but are still being watched at all times. Violetpaw and Twigpaw try to help the elders and are quickly stopped and reprimanded for doing so.

They try again and are separated for the day as punishment.

He allows her to take a mouse to Puddleshine and while they're there, Rain approaches, wanting to talk to Darktail alone.

Twigpaw pretends to go, but stays behind, wanting to at least try to see what's going on and hoping for information on why Darktail wants to keep her and her sister

She gets no news and only witnesses Rain attempt to kill Darktail. Darktail then kills Rain.

Twigpaw is horrified and Darktail is very calm about the whole situation. He pats her head before sending her off, calling her special once again.

Twigpaw no longer wants to be considered or hear the word special.

She tells Violetpaw and Needletail what happen and Needletail is horrified. Before Twigpaw can say anything, she leads the two out of camp and asks her to repeat it one last time.

She does.

Violetpaw suggests hunting and they go hunting. Needletail seems to be questioning her loyalty, but not out loud.

Darktail brings in some kittypets; Zelda, Loki, and Max. They are made to hunt prey, eat it, and stay.

Darktail expresses to Twigpaw that he plans on turning these kittypets into useful fighters. Twigpaw doesn't feel too sure about this. Darktail makes an offhanded comment on how she's not much like 'him', but doesn't answer any questions, instead walking away and leaving her confused.

Violetpaw finds herself being led into a dream by what looks to be Alderpaw/heart. She follows him and he stands by her as they share a vision of a barn.

Violetpaw, not sure if this is real, asks him what that was about.

Alderheart believes it's about SkyClan.

She asks about SkyClan and he tells her what he can. He also reveals he suspects that whatever kin she may have besides her sister may be with them.

For the first time in her life, Violetpaw feels a strange determination.

She wakes up and Needletail notices something's up. She asks her about it and Violetpaw explains.

Needletail seems unsure but Violetpaw wants to try to find this barn and these cats.

Needletail 'accidentally' lets Violetpaw escape. Violetpaw runs for her life.

Violetpaw is in the middle of escaping when a pack of dogs spot her and chase her down. She manages to escape, but passes out after doing so.

The last thing she sees are twolegs.

Twigpaw is worried for Violetpaw, but Needletail has informed her of what's going on and what's happening.

Twigpaw, meanwhile, has been trying to at least make the kittypets comfortable, since they're forced to stay here. Loki and Zelda are the most thankful.

Twigpaw goes to rest, noticing Darktail is heading out another hunt for Violetpaw. This makes Twigpaw more worried, as she isn't sure if it's better for her to be found or not.

She is later woken up by Dawnpelt, who invites her to escape to ThunderClan.

Juniperclaw and Strikestone is there, too.

Twigpaw is nervous, as she isn't sure what will happen to them and she's not sure what will happen to the cats here, whom she has a lot of sympathy for. She tries to talk Dawnpelt out of it, but Dawnpelt seems set.

She goes back to sleep, but holds onto her worries for Dawnpelt and Dawnpelt's sons

When she wakes up, Darktail is ready to take over RiverClan. Twigpaw tries to protest, but Darktail won't hear any of it.

The takeover of RiverClan happens. The dead are left to rot and the wounded aren't allowed to get help. Max, Foxnose, Heronwing, Petalfur, Pinenose and Shadepelt died.

Twigpaw comforts Loki and Zelda.

While out with Raven and Needletail, they help sneak some ThunderClan cats in. Raven doesn't like this.

RiverClan prisoners aren't being fed and Twigpaw is being watched closely by The Kin to keep her from feeding them.

Darktail confronts Twigpaw about the herbs and Twigpaw tries to lie, but is called out for it. She is forced into telling the truth and when she does, she fears for Needletail's safety.

Needletail is placed with the prisoners and Darktail thanks Twigpaw for her cooperation.

Twigpaw starts working to gain Darktail's favor, using it as a shield so that she can help as many cats as possible. He seems none the wiser as she sneaks herbs and prey to Needletail and the RiverClan cats.

While out hunting, Twigpaw sneaks away from the patrol and manages to make her way to ThunderClan.

ThunderClan is relieved to see her and she asks about which cats made it. Sadly, not a lot have, as Dawnpelt was killed trying to escape.

She asks about Violetpaw.

There has been no sign of Violetpaw at all.

This makes Twigpaw super worried and she fears the worse.

She works with ThunderClan to make a plan to rescue all the prisoners and make an opening for cats to escape.

When she returns to camp, making sure to bring prey back with her, she waits until night and Zelda allows her to see the prisoners. She tells them all the plan and they're willing to worth with her.

Needletail is the least sure, but Twigpaw assures her that everything will be fine

Needletail still isn't sure

Twigpaw starts sneaking cats out, beginning with the wounded and the elders.

She meets up with ThunderClan and they safely bring the cats over.

They get Snowbird and her kits out next before deciding not to risk any more cats. They agree to meet up again three days later.

Before they leave, Alderheart gives Twigpaw some poppy seeds to put Darktail and his cats out cold after a suggestion from Tigerheart. Twigpaw tells Alderheart to let Tigerheart know she's doing her best for her Clan

Alderheart confirms that Tigerheart already knows. He also mentions how he, personally, is proud of her and Twigpaw beams with happiness.

All this time, Violetpaw has been with twolegs. She has been working on her escape plan and she's now making her way out. She hasn't forgotten her sister or Alderheart or the barn.

She is worried, however, for her kin

She does find the barn, but it has been abandoned. Unable to find any sort of scent, Violetpaw feels herself wanting to give up, as she doesn't believe she's able to do this.

Violetpaw ends up falling asleep and having a dream that tells her to follow the blood trail in the sky.

Violetpaw wakes up, confused, and hesitantly follows the instructions

She is surprised when she finds a Clan of cats, having been on the verge of being convinced that SkyClan didn't even exist

Violetpaw approaches them nervously, more scared than she had ever properly felt but SkyClan is very welcoming and they're excited to learn that she's from ThunderClan.

She talks to Hawkwing and Leafstar and they're not too fond of Darktail. She also learns that Hawkwing is, in fact, her father. He is reminded so much of her mother when he looks at her.

Violetpaw informs him he has another daughter, too. She's worried about Twigpaw. Hawkwing is now determined to do what is best for his daughters.

They start heading towards the lake territories together. As they walk, Violetpaw finds she feels very at home with these cats and it soothes her heart.

Twigpaw is preparing for what she's about to do and part of her feels guilty that she's doing this. But at the same time, she wants to save these cats.

She is caught and Darktail decides to drag out Needletail, Zelda, and Loki. He wants these cats to die to punish Twigpaw.

Darktail is going to drown them. He gives them the chance to live by killing Twigpaw. Needletail pretends to take it, but uses it as a chance to get Twigpaw to escape. Loki and Zelda manage to fight off the cats and start trying to escape with her while Needletail fights Darktail.

Zelda pushes Twigpaw along as Twig tries to turn around to save Needletail. Loki informs Twigpaw they can't save everyone and that they need to keep moving.

ThunderClan encounters them and they send Twigpaw to ThunderClan camp while they go rescue the prisoners, who at this point are fighting back.

Right before she reaches ThunderClan camp, Twigpaw and Violetpaw are reunited and Twigpaw almost breaks down as she pulls her sister close and starts crying, the reality of everything just kind of crashing down on her in that moment.

Violetpaw is very comforting and assures Twigpaw that it's going to be okay.

Hawkwing, curious by the name, asks if this is her sister. Violetpaw confirms. Hawkwing, ecstatic, introduces himself as Twigpaw's father.

Twigpaw welcomes the comfort of her father and explains to them what all is happening. They make it back to ThunderClan's camp and wait for the cats.

As StarClan confirms that SkyClan being there is okay, Hawkwing is trying to talk his daughters into moving to SkyClan with him.

Neither she-cat is sure about the idea right away

They make plans to take down Darktail and, of course, Onestar is being difficult.

As Twigpaw and Violetpaw join the patrol to talk to Onestar, they talk about the idea of moving. Twigpaw firmly believes there's a lot she still needs to do and she doesn't feel right leaving ShadowClan.

Violetpaw still doesn't like ShadowClan, but she understands, saying she's not sure about leaving her adopted ThunderClan siblings and Alderheart.

Darktail is attacking WindClan when they get there, he chooses to leave with a cryptic message to Onestar, and Onestar has all the leaders gather to talk about it.

Onestar then explains his relationship to Darktail when the leaders get there.

The five Clans come together and the final fight with Darktail happens, leading to the deaths of Onestar and Darktail in the lake.

Loki and Zelda are informed they're free to go home, but the two stick with Twigpaw for the time being, the cats wanting to make sure she's okay first. Loki and Zelda are very close to Twigpaw.

ShadowClan is going home and Twigpaw asks if she can stay with her sister for a moment and consider some things. Rowanstar isn't sure, but Tigerheart allows it.

Hawkwing tries ones again to convince his daughters to join SkyClan. They're still not sure about it.

There is a large debate in ThunderClan on what to do with SkyClan. Twigpaw defends her sister's choice and Violetpaw is starting to feel like she did moons ago when she didn't feel like she fully belonged.

In her eyes, SkyClan is seeming like a better option.

However, at the same time, she wants Twigpaw to come with her, as she doesn't want Twigpaw to go back to ShadowClan.

Tensions are high in ThunderClan camp with so many cats there. There's especially tension in ShadowClan and Twigpaw really wants to be helpful.

Adjusting in hard and Bramblestar is about to make Violetpaw a warrior when Violetpaw announces she's going to be moving in with SkyClan, who is in the process of making their new camp

Violetpaw has Twigpaw - and by extension, Zelda and Loki - help her help SkyClan. She's working hard on trying to talk Twigpaw into moving to SkyClan.

Twigpaw still isn't sure, but Zelda and Loki seem interested in SkyClan and she's close to the two of them.

And after this my memory of events are muddy

but what I have to follow up with is;

Violetpaw becomes Violetshine and of course gets with Tree when he comes into the picture [again, my memory isn't the best]

Twigpaw decides to stay in ShadowClan and upon her return she earns the warrior name Twigsong. She ends up in a polycule with Zelda and Loki, who are given permission to keep their old names.

Twigsong helps a lot with ShadowClan after Tigerheart leaves to find Dovewing and when Tigerheart returns as Tigerstar, he is very thankful and gives her Cinnamonpaw as her apprentice.

It's also implied he's considering her as another option for deputy if anything happens with Cloverfoot

When SkyClan is chased off, Twigsong, Tree, Zelda, and Loki come together to bring them back and it cements that Zelda and Loki want to stay and that they're very fond of Twigsong.

Violetshine still checks on ThunderClan often and is still close with her adopted sister, Honeyfur.

#au #twigbranch #violetshine #alderheart #warriors #warrior cats #sorry my memory gets bad after the first three books dkfjsah #its just #everything after is rather slow #and my only other memories is hating finleap #who is single in this #also mama daisy being there for sad kits #daisy my beloved

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FRIENDS FOR A DAY (2)

pair: yeonjun x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 2654

parts: 1 | 2

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It had been a long time since Yeonjun felt like this. Sometimes life in general had become too much to bear and the things that used to make him happy weren't working for him anymore. Times spent alone slowly became more frequent for him than times he'd spent with his friends.

He'd skipped the first day, not wanting to go back to that routine life just yet. And towards the start of the day, he would never have imagined meeting you and getting to spend the day doing things that strayed far from any of the schedules he'd previously planned. A breath of fresh air was what he liked to call it, and he had you to thank for that.

Unlike him, everything was new to you; a new city, a new school, new people, and a whole new life ahead. Yeonjun felt a little envious after realizing it when you'd talked more about yourselves during lunch, but after seeing how you seemed to enjoy every single second of your little sight seeing endeavor, he thought that maybe he could also be a part of something new in your life.

Best friends.

You had agreed to be his best friend from today onwards; the pendant around your neck serving as proof. Yeonjun finds his hand wandering over to his pocket, holding on to his old necklace.

Half of a star. He'd bought it a few years back. The necklace had a similar purpose with the one he was wearing now— meant to be worn separately by two different people. In his case, he had bought it as a whole and had decided to keep one half of it still in its case, stashed inside his closet. His reasons for purchasing it never really felt clear even to him but he also wouldn't call it an impulsive decision. Yeonjun liked to think that he'd be able to find a use for it in the future.

"Yeonjun." You call for his attention, pointing at the posters plastered on a random shop's wall. "It says that the annual carnival will be opening tonight. Wanna go?"

Yeonjun grins. Opportunities somehow kept showing up right in front of his doorstep. "Yeah, only if you want to though. Afterall, I'm only the tour guide for today."

"Shut up." You hold back a smile. "Have you been there before?"

Yeonjun repeats the question in his mind. As someone one would consider pretty popular, you'd expect him to be no stranger in hanging out at fun places like an annual carnival, but that's just it. Yeonjun had never visited that Carnival once ever since it opened. His friends had asked him to tag along but something about it just never seemed to make him want to.

"No." Yeonjun answers, scratching the back of his head. "If we end up going then this would be my first time too." The first time he'd actually wanted to go.

"I guess we're going then." You grin and Yeonjun finds himself smiling back. "It says here that the Carnival's just around the corner so it'd probably be okay if we just walked there."

"Yeah."

The two of you make your way to the Carnival. You still had a good amount of time left before it opened so a few quick stops at some stalls along the way didn't do any harm.

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In all honesty, Yeonjun didn't even know when and how he'd ended up holding your hand, laughing his heart off by the time you arrived at the entrance but it all just happened somehow. Was it the when your ice cream cone almost landed straight on his shoe earlier? Or when his hand nearly hit you square in the face when he noticed a bug flying towards you? It could've even been when a group of old ladies started hitting on him at the handbag boutique and all you did was stand there shaking, wanting to laugh your ass off.

No matter what the reason was, he liked this. Somehow, it just felt right.

The two of you pay for the tickets before heading inside. The place was larger than any of you had ever expected, cleaner too. People of all ages were enjoying their carnival experience to the fullest. Children were running around with their guardians following closely behind, couples and groups of friends chatting along and taking pictures— Yeonjun could swear he saw two old men arguing over who gets to take a picture with the mascot first.

"So, which ride do you wanna go on first?" You ask, turning to him.

"Well, how about that one." Yeonjun points at the viking and you feel yourself getting more and more excited.

"NICE—" Before Yeonjun knew it, you were dragging him around to every single ride at the carnival.

You liked to keep count of everytime Yeonjun freaked out while you went on the rides, and Yeonjun liked to do the same. Despite the thrill of being at a carnival keeping you hyped up, there were a few times when you had overestimated your tolerance with being thrown around. Yeonjun nearly puked twice: once at the twister, and a second time on the rollercoaster. Even you were almost a victim by the rollercoaster's loops.

Yeonjun had claimed he was an expert at navigating haunted house attractions, stating, "I've been watching horror movies all my life. Nothing scares me at this point, tbh." True enough, nothing scared Yeonjun except every single ominous decoration and jump scares the haunted house threw at him. You weren't too fond of horror yourself, but you ended up trying to be the brave one after Yeonjun basically clung to you half of the time. It didn't help whenever you freaked out since you ended up losing Yeonjun after he not so subtly abandons you at the slightest suspicious sound. It was a miracle you made it out in one piece.

"Yeah, so, uh, sorry about that." Yeonjun laughs it off the moment you two got out.

"Sure but you should know that I'm never gonna let you live it down." You tell him, smiling widely as you hold up the photos you received from one of the staff. "I got evidence."

Yeonjun snatches the photos from your hands. "Bold of you to assume these'll affect me— oh." It definitely did.

You watch as he slips the photos inside his jacket as if it wasn't obvious enough that he was trying to hide it from you. "Nice try but," You take out another batch of photos and wave it around. "Boom. Two copies."

"Wow, okay."

The two of you ended up laughing at each other before you suggest in trying out the stalls. They say time flies by fast when you're having fun and they couldn't be more right. There had been an unspoken competition between you and Yeonjun of who can win the most prizes and let's just say you weren't about to let yourself lose. By the time you got tired, you had a total of three plushies and a bunch of candy bars stuffed in your pockets and well, Yeonjun had the exact amount of prizes you had.

"Fine. It's a draw for now but only because I'm tired." Yeonjun holds the plushies tighter. "We should really get a bag for this. I wonder if we can get a huge plastic bag somewhere."

"Nah, we can just put em in here." You take off your back pack, opening it wide. "I'm sure it can fit all six of them. They're small enough." You were lucky that they did, finally leaving your hands free.

"Wait." Yeonjun pauses after putting the last of his plushies inside. "How can I be sure you won't just take my plushies for yourself after we leave? I'm pretty easy to distract so—"

"If you forget to get them back then I'll just hand them to you tomorrow at school. You go to HSU too, right?" You tell him.

"Yeah, but how will you contact me?"

"Obviously, we exchange numbers."

Yeonjun blinks. Of course that'd be the simplest solution but still. He'd been talking about staying as friends even after all this but the thought of exchanging numbers hadn't really crossed his mind. He takes out his phone and the two of you quickly added each other as contacts, somehow feeling a bit closer after the exchange.

"While we're at it—" Yeonjun pulls you in closer as he bends down. Only now that you've felt Yeonjun's warmth close to you have you noticed how cold it actually was outside . It takes you a few seconds to register that he wants to take a few selfies.

You bust out a smile and tried to go along with whatever weird faces and poses he did. "Send them to me later." You say after examining the photos. There's one where Yeonjun mimicked a kissing motion near your cheek, making you smile. Who would've expected you two were total strangers up until a few hours ago.

"Got room for one last ride?" Yeonjun asks as you return his phone.

"Yeah, sure. Which one?"

"Don't ask as if you don't know. I'm pretty sure you left this one out on purpose."

Perhaps unconsciously, you did. In every single movie that involved the two characters going to a carnival, for some reason, they always left the Ferris Wheel for last. It's not like you wanted something grand to happen when you ride it, but more like you just wanted to get a good view of the entire carnival before leaving. It seemed like the perfect final attraction.

Yeonjun notices how you've gone quiet and decided to hold your hand, pulling you along. "Let's go before the place closes."

"Okay." You look up at him, nodding.

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The Ferris Wheel ride wasn't all you had expected it to be. It looked pretty slow in the movies but right now? You were about to puke.

"Yeonjun, wait." You hold on to Yeonjun who was sitting opposite to you.

The Ferris Wheel was going too fast to your liking and you started feeling dizzy. Getting a good view of the carnival seemed impossible at this point and looking at your partner made you even more miserable.

Yeonjun was having the time of his life. He loved the feeling in his stomach whenever the ride went down, and the fact that you were lowkey suffering right in front of him made him laugh even harder.

The speed went on for a few more rounds until it finally slows down. Your heart and probably everything else stilled once the ride came to a complete stop just as your car reached the top. "Thank God. I felt like I was going to die."

"Well, you're safe for now." Yeonjun grins, leaning back in his heat. "You wanted to enjoy the view, right? We'll be stuck here for probably about a minute or two so enjoy it while it lasts."

"Yeah." You smile back, looking outside the window.

The winds were colder up there, reminding you of how warm it felt when you stood close to Yeonjun earlier. Yeonjun catches you warming yourself up with your hands and chuckles. He takes off his jacket and hands it over to you. "Here, put this on."

"Thanks." You quickly put his jacket on. Usually you'd go for the polite route and turn him down but if you were going to continue this friendship business then you weren't about to suffer in the cold when the dude's practically handing you a solution.

Yeonjun gives you a little smile before you continue to admire the view. Down there, the lights almost looked like a sea of stars. The music around the place didn't really help set the mood but somehow, the mixture of it along with the laughter and delightful screams of the other visitors made it feel right. After everything that happened today, you felt like it was the right decision to end the day with this breathtaking sight.

And Yeonjun couldn't agree more. The lights below reflected in your eyes in a way that made the atmosphere lighter. He could tell you were happy and right now, that seemed to be enough for him.

The Ferris Wheel began moving. Yeonjun snickers as he felt you grab for his hand, worried that the ride might throw you off once more, but it didn't. The way down was slow, allowing you to enjoy the ride in peace. Your pendant started to shine, reflecting the lights. It reminded him of everything that happened, from the moment you two met and agreed on a friendship that would last for only a day, up until now where he held your hand on the Ferris Wheel after deciding to be friends for real this time. The pendant became the sole proof of that friendship and Yeonjun couldn't help but wonder if the ones he bought a few years back would truly be of any use in the future. But what would it symbolize for? Who knows, he might just give you the other half.

Your car comes to a stop and the doors open. The realization that the day has officially come to an end left you feeling disappointed. Yeonjun squeezes your hand, bringing your attention to him. He gestures for the two of you to get up and you do, finally stepping back on the ground.

Both you and Yeonjun felt that the way back to the entrance was too fast. It really did seem like the two of you wouldn't see each other again despite the fact you went to the same university. The thought felt silly but that's just how the carnival experience gets to you.

"I guess this is it." Yeonjun speaks up first. "You live pretty far from here, right? I can take you home if you want."

"It's okay. My cousin lives nearby and I texted her earlier that I'd be staying over." You tell him, not wanting him to worry. "How about you? Will you be alright on your own?"

"Yeah, definitely." Yeonjun reassures, holding up his hands. "Oh, and by the way. Is it okay if I leave the plushies on your bag for now? I can't exactly carry them on the way back. If it's ok with you."

"Don't worry. You can just take them back tomorrow." You grin and Yeonjun smiles back. "Also, I'm keeping your jacket for now. I'll return it after I clean it up."

"I can work with that." He shouldn't feel this happy but he did. In a way, he was able to find an excuse to meet up with you tomorrow without things getting awkward. Maybe this friendship could work out afterall.

"Thanks for today. Honestly, this was the most fun I've had ever since I got here." You say, taking one last look at him.

I should be the one to thank you. "You know, I have a lot of things I wanna say to you right now but I think I'm gonna wait until I feel like it."

"Huh?"

"Nothing. I'll text you later." Yeonjun gives you a quick pat on the shoulder before running off to the opposite direction. "See you at school! And don't forget to bring the kids!"

You raise a brow. Did he just refer to the plushies as his kids?

He felt dumb, running away from you. The longer he stayed, the more he had trouble leaving, which was new for him. It's been a while since he actually found someone he'd like to hang out with and he was having trouble controlling his excitement. Soon, you'd be able to visit each other's houses, hang out more freely, talk about your days as if it were nothing, and get to know each other more. Honestly speaking, Yeonjun couldn't wait for that day to come but I guess he'll just have to start with tomorrow.

#txt imagines #txt x reader #yeonjun imagines #yeonjun imagine #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun fluff #yeonjun

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tilltheendwilliwrite · 4 years

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I Like Boys

A Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers Story

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Pairing: Stucky | Word Count: 2256 | Warnings: Language

Based on the Todrick Hall song I Like Boys

A/N: With all the crazy in the world right now, I thought we could all use a little something fun and fluffy. This is my first Pride fic, please be kind as I did my absolute best. Love who you love, people. There’s nothing greater in life.

This fic is for @magellan-88 who inspires me even when she doesn’t intend to.

***

James Buchanan Barnes was ninety-seven years old when his Hydra programming finally broke. He spent two years running from his best friend, another two in cryo, and five after that apparently blipped into nothing. After the fight - were, somehow, they all came out alive - Bucky decided, fuck it!

How many times had he almost died? How many chances had he had? How many more would he waste before finally living his best life?

So he retired—sort of.

There was no such thing as "retiring" when your idiot best friend continued to throw himself out of planes and into the line of fire on a regular basis, but Steve did slow down. He took on a more managerial role, was promoted to "General" for his service, and spent his days sitting on his ass behind a desk.

Bucky liked him there. He liked having Steve unbruised and unbusted at the end of the day, saunter through the door to their joint living space and holler, "Honey, I'm home!"

It was a joke on the blond's part that was wearing thin, for when Bucky decided to live his best life, he'd begun to do some research about what that meant. Be true to you was a big part of it. But to be true to himself, he had to be honest with himself, and honesty meant admitting he'd been in love with Steven "is this a test" Rogers for most of his natural life.

Sadly, Steve liked girls. Case in point, one Peggy "gonna bust some balls" Carter.

Bucky couldn't exactly compete with that. She was one classy dame, and it hurt him to know that Steve would likely never move on. This era and it's dating rituals had thrown Cap for a loop. Women were too forward, and Steve - surprisingly - too shy to dive into the world of casual dates and sex.

For Bucky, it was different. He liked boys. There, he'd said it, but he still hadn't said it to Steve. Natasha, however, was a different story. She'd grown used to him sighing and pining on her shoulder. She said she hated it - she didn't - but she bitched enough for both of them.

Then she took him shopping.

While he was standing in some place called Sephora with miles of makeup and aisle of perfume that kind of made him want to sneeze, he had the shock of his life. All this "girly" crap everywhere, but in the middle of it was a guy? A cute guy. With well-groomed hair and this fabulous winged eyeliner - nothing like his Hydra days - wearing really cute skinny jeans and glitter on his cheeks.

Enchanted, Bucky left Natasha's side and slowly made his way over. The guy, man, guy he wasn't sure, looked up and flashed him a smile.

"Help you, honey?"

Bucky blinked. He had fantastic skin. "You're so shiny." A flush immediately reddened his face.

But Sephora Guy, whose name ended up being Ben, laughed and lightly patted his arm. "Aw, thanks, sweets. You looking for some skin care tips?"

Bucky nodded, unsure what else to do.

"Honey, you came to the right fella!"

Ben grabbed his wrist and led him to a chair where he bid Bucky sit. For the next hour, he was educated on everything from moisturizer to foundation to why Ben wore makeup. They talked about hair care, skin care, and what it meant to be "out" with such enthusiasm. Bucky had never spoken so candidly with anyone about his sexuality and found it enlightening.

He left the shop with five hundred dollars worth of product, a list for the hair salon, and a bunch of links to reputable websites if Bucky had more questions.

The smug on Natasha said she set him up, but he didn't care. He'd had the best day.

And when everything wound up on the counter in his and Steve's shared bathroom, Steve only arched a brow, smiled, and said nothing.

Bucky continued to learn, research, and occasionally visit the mall to have coffee with Ben or his partner Matt. They were always kind, never impatient, and easy-going. He'd begun to wonder if they hadn't realized who he was until one day he asked, and they both looked at him with amused smiles.

"Metal arm, slightly brooding, runs around after a "little punk" but now with a much better skin routine? Honey. Please," Ben snorted.

After, Bucky began to explore and try new things. He cooked, found a love for baking, and especially loved baking for Steve. The man refused to slow down, so it never affected Steve's physique, but Bucky found he was a little bit softer around the middle, his face fuller, his body less hard, and he liked it.

It was nice not to be combat-ready all the time. Sure he could strap on the black and spend nine hours running down Hydra, that hadn't changed, but he had the smallest pudge of a belly, a soft little roll that he loved.

Then, out of the blue, Natasha introduced him to roller derby.

Bucky was thrilled! He'd never seen anything so flashy, showy, violent in all his life that was meant to be fun! Oh, sure he'd watch the wrestling that showed up on TV, but he felt most of that was so phony. This? This was chaos. This was mayhem.

This was freaking awesome!

And the women were great. They were loud and boisterous, or sweet and shy, but when they put on their gear, they all became demons. Natasha occasionally trained with the group known as Red's Devils, a group of women from difficult circumstances she sponsored during the blip. It gave the ladies an outlet for grief, anger, pain that they wouldn't have had otherwise.

Once they met him, they'd put him in a pair of roller skates and dragged him around the track. Of course, with the serum and his enhanced body, getting his balance and figuring out how to move on wheels was cake, and soon he was skating around the room, learning neat tricks and tips from the women catcalling and laughing along with him

Bucky loved it.

Finally, after seventy years as a Hydra pawn and all the crap that came afterward, he'd figured it out, found himself, and was happy. The only thing he wasn't satisfied with was Steve.

It was getting harder and harder to pretend like he didn't tent his pants every time the big dumb blond wandered through the apartment in a towel. Or that "Honey, I'm home!" didn’t make his damn heart flutter. Some days it hurt to look at his stupid beautiful face and not want to kiss it. Or punch it.

He swore Steve's shirts were getting tighter. Sometimes, it felt like his eyes lingered.

The shit was messing with his head, dammit!

Then, just as the world was getting it's shit back together, the pandemic happened. Covid 19 struck, and everything stopped. The world stood still, went into lockdown, and Bucky wanted to slam his head on the wall.

He had been going to his first Pride event with Ben and Matt, ready to step outside and be who he was, while those who didn't approve could kiss his lily-white ass. He was going to tell Steve. He was going to stop hiding, conforming, resiting who he was. And it all went to shit thanks to a fucking virus.

He was pissed! It wasn't fair! He'd been so prepared.

Natasha found him pouting on the couch in the common area of the now mostly empty compound. Anyone who could go home was sent home, leaving them running a skeleton crew of people, and forcing as much separation as possible.

She flopped down mostly on top of him. "Why so glum, chum?"

"Pride's cancelled," he muttered.

She snorted. "No, it's not."

He rolled his eyes. "We're under a shelter in place order, Natalia."

"I'm aware, Barnes," she huffed. "But Pride isn't cancelled. Just because you can't strut down the street waving a rainbow flag doesn't stop what this month is about. It's about you, celebrating you, and all the people who came before you who fought, screamed, raged against injustice and in some cases, died to be able to stand up proudly and say I'm gay, I'm bisexual, I'm transgender. You can't go out. That doesn't mean you can't celebrate."

She patted his chest and left him sitting there to think about what she said.

***

The music that pounded through the compound jerked Steve's head up. Reports forgotten, he rose and went to look out his office door, only to gape in shock as Bucky, wearing the shortest, tightest, black shorts he'd ever seen and a cropped top that showed off his cute little belly, rolled by on roller skates. He'd cut his hair not long ago, his interest in styling it a new hobby. Right now, it was fluffed high and held there with wax, looking soft and shiny and pretty as hell. Glitter sparkled on his cheeks, on his lashes, and glossed his lips.

He smirked as he rolled by, blue eyes amused. "Close your mouth, Rogers."

Steve swallowed thickly and followed Bucky down the hallway. Those shorts should be illegal. The top wasn't much better. The cropped top was blue, sleeveless, showing off defined muscles and metal arm. His skin freaking glowed against the blue.

It was seriously unfair how hot his best friend was, and Steve thanked his lucky stars he'd worn sweats and underwear today that helped disguise the tent forming in his pants.

When Bucky stooped to pick up a big ass rainbow flag, Steve's jaw dropped. He knew what June first represented, how did Bucky?

Like a moth to a flame, Steve followed Bucky into the common room where Bucky was skating in happy circles, singing along to the music.

"I like boys, I like pecs, like them arms when they flex. Like that print in them sweats. Tell them, girls, "Thank you, next." I like when they text me sexy pics of 'em, like them abs when there's six of 'em. Tell them girls I'm sorry; I like boys, Mama, boys like me."

Steve's jaw dropped. His mind refused to compute what he was hearing. It blue screened, whited out, and returned in time to watch Bucky drop it low and twerk like he'd done it all his life.

"I like when they shake it, shake it. I like when they grind real slow. I like when they almost naked. Tell dad I'm so homo. Lights off, doors shut. Tall, dark, clean-cut. Thick with a bubble but. Yup, Mama, I like boys."

A sound like a fax machine escaped his throat as Bucky danced, shook his ass, swung his hips, and sent Steve's mind so far into the gutter he wondered if it would ever come out.

"Bitch, B to the O to the Y to the S, Boys will be boys, and with boys, I'm obsessed. Boys in their gym clothes, boys in a dress, and if boys are a crime, then I'm under arrest. 'Cause I've been boy crazy since the boy scouts. Fuck the closets, let the boys out. Don't be a camel when you are a llama, period. No comma, bring on all the drama. Mama, I like boys, I like pecs, like them arms when they flex. Like that print in them sweats. Tell them girls, "Thank you, next." I like when they text me sexy pics of 'em. Like them abs when there's six of 'em. Tell them girls I'm sorry; I like boys, Mama, boys like me."

The music continued to play, but Bucky rolled away from the window, leaving the flag he'd been carrying behind on the couch when he skated up to Steve and stopped. On the skates, Bucky was inches taller and caused Steve to tilt his head back to look up at him as he had when they were kids.

"So," Bucky murmured, a blush under the glitter and eyes suddenly shy and uncertain. "I like boys."

Steve's heart clenched. Before he could stop himself or second guess what he was doing, his hand shot out, grabbed the back of Bucky's neck, and dragged his friend down in a kiss that had been pent up for almost a century.

Bucky squeaked, flailed once, almost rolled away, and finally wrapped his arms around Steve in a near bone-crushing hug. Lips slanted, mouths softened, parted, inhaled, changed the angle and softened.

Tingles raced through Steve's body as he kissed Bucky, his Bucky, pouring every bit of emotion he felt into it. Then, he nipped his teeth into Bucky's lip and slowly pulled away.

"I'm bisexual," Steve murmured. "I've known for years."

"You punk-ass piece of shit! Why didn't you say something?" Bucky barked, but Steve noticed he didn't let go.

"There wasn't time." He gently squeezed Bucky's nape. "And how do you tell your best friend in the whole world you've been in love with him your entire life?"

"Steve…" Bucky whispered, resting their foreheads together. "You're an idiot."

Steve kissed him again because there was no refuting that logic.

***

From the second-floor observation deck, Natasha turned her phone camera from the scene below to her grinning face. The live stream event had hearts and comments blowing up her Instagram. "Happy Pride everyone. If those two old farts can figure it out, anyone can."

She blew a kiss at the camera and ended the stream.

-The End-

#i like boys #stucky #tumblr exclusive #for pride month

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jack-is-lost · 4 years

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You've mention headcanons here and there lately. I'm interested in hearing them in more detail! Can you share any with us?

Sure! Although, I should note that my headcanons don’t differ that much to what has become widely accepted in the fandom. I’ve read and written a lot of fanfic throughout the years and certain things just ‘click’ and I’m like: “Hell yeah, I can totally see that, man!” And thus, I’ve picked up things here and there.

Examples being the following:

1) Marko being an artist and/or mechanic savvy

2) Dwayne collecting books when not out skateboarding

3) David enjoying a glass of whiskey now and then and can play a mean game of poker

4) Paul knowing how to play an instrument, normally the guitar, and having an obsession with collecting music

There are plenty more when it comes to their personality, but honestly, it would be me just rehashing what’s probably been said many times before. So instead, I’m going to share my headcanons on their mortal lives and how/why they turned.

Let’s start with David, shall we?

David was raised in a semi-comfortable living situation. One bar up from poverty, even. His family, who ran a ranch, was able to keep the foundation of their lives pretty stable and life was good. That was until war broke out in April 1861, when Confederates attacked the U.S. fortress of Fort Sumter. By that time David was nineteen and more than a little eager to play his role in history. He thrived in the military structure. He even raised himself up in the ranks to a sergeant position. Yet, within two years, just two short of when the war would end, David met his fate out on the battlefield among fallen comrades. As a leader, as someone everyone looked up to, he tried to scavenge the destruction for the wounded. And though he did succeed in rescuing one man, to which David carried back to camp before even his body gave out, David was beyond simply injured. The next thing he knew was a slow death inside an infirmary, barely alive but alive enough to be offered a second chance. The doctor being Max.

“You live for the kill, don’t you? Yet you risked life and limb to save a naïve boy.” -Max’s words to David before turning him.

Dwayne was born into the Navajo tribe. Raised during the dying age of the Wild West times and despite being raised during the years where agreements were made to put the war behind them, to find a peaceful ground, racism, and death for his ‘kind’ were still highly aggressive. By the time 1915 rolled around WW1 was rearing its ugly head making people more on edge, but Dwayne did not ‘die’ in any war. Dwayne, like life has always treated him, found himself enduring disputes of mens opinions. Fights always occurred, but that night would be the death of him as Dwayne went up against drunks, outnumbered four to one, and where one decided that fists were not enough. Three stab wounds later and Dwayne found himself dying at the end of an alley, laying in his own blood while staring up at the sky dazed and alone. In his mind, he had found clarity in what he expected to be his last breaths. That is until David and Max, who just happen to lay witness to the events, decide to bring him into the fold.

“Why let such a man willing to fight vigorously lay waste to death?”- David’s words to Max when discussing to offer Dwayne immortality.

Marko was raised sandwiched in between the generations of new postwar families and their boom of babies. It was all about high school sweethearts, wild parties and fast cars. Especially motorcycles! Yet, during that time it was also about rules. Rules about clothes — which clothes you could wear when. Rules about church, about accepting religion and faith or else damnation. Rules about the streets, when to be home and who to be out with. Even rules about how to play, with who and how. And quite frankly, Marko didn’t like rules, didn’t want to be told what to do and how to do it. He was hungry for some recognition, some validation, and when it came, he embraced it.

“He seems dangerous and wild.” Dwayne mused as they watched the energetic blond punch a taller guy in the face. Despite his short stature and blood trailing from an already busted lip, the boy was grinning.David hummed around his cigarette before letting out a puff of smoke. “Exactly, he’s perfect.”

(NOTE: I first heard this concept from @lostinsantacarla and fell in love with it. I highly recommend their fanfic of Marko that dives even deeper into the idea. It can be found HERE. )

Almost all aspects of American society in the 1970s were marked by restlessness and a questioning of traditional authority. From public protest movements to personal fashion, people were thriving for excitement, for newfound reasoning in society. Paul was no different. He lived for the wild times and sought out a thrill whenever possible. Why let the world bog you down? Get high, share a few drinks, enjoy others company. Despite these laid back mottos, Paul’s home life was rough. Abusive father, absent mother, and no siblings. It’s not surprising that he fought for a sense of escapism, and that’s just what Paul did the summer of 1980. He packed what he could fit into a bag, took his guitar case, and rode off to southern California. No clear destination was in mind other than freedom. He never thought he’d find it within what looked to be motorcycle gang but, hey, who is he to look a gift horse in the mouth?

“I don’t know, there’s just something about him.” Marko stared at the newcomer in town, an obvious drifter. He could be a quick and easy meal when considering that no one would take note of his absence. Yet, there was something there layering under that broad smile and weed odor. “I’m going to check it out.” And Marko was off, weaving through the crowd.

I even have a short summary for good ol’ Max. There’s not a lot of details regarding headcanons for him except how and when he became a vampire. Other than that, he’s still the typical nerdy looking family-oriented vampire seen in the movie. I suppose his reasoning behind wanting a family after a few centuries have come and gone may be due to seeking out a forgotten sensation.

MAX:Born in 17th century England within a middle to an upper-class family who had a hand in the iron industry. Life was luxurious for Maximus. He grew up as a well-mannered boy, trained properly, and knew nothing more than high adequate standards. That all changed the year of 1636 when yet another plague swept through London. Within a week his world fell into a spiraling madness, losing his family, his home, and almost his life. It was the help of a ‘special doctor’, a doctor who walked the streets on Maximus’s final hours that he ever felt the chance of ‘life’ again. With so much death among them, the world seemed fitting for a rebirth, and so he accepted the opportunity with no difficulties.

All images used here were edited by me

#ask and you shall receive #headcanons #personal opinion #the lost boys #edits by me

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shinovii · 5 years

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Just in time for the show, I see! The judges have been waiting patiently, and I am just anxious to get started! Cue the title cards, Koopa Kid!!!

It's been quite a dog's day afternoon for me, but nothing stops me from getting my Saturday Loud House fun in! It's another double feature, which means more of my thoughts for you who enjoys these! Let's get things goin by being "A Mutt Above" the rest, shall we?

It's such a wonderful day for Lana Loud! She and her loving pup Charles are having a grand time playing around, but suddenly they are stopped by the arrival of - *record scratches* Lacy?! Oh my word, they actually did it, the mad lads......they gave a non Loud girl a name that starts with L! I never would've thought to see the day. *whispering* What's that? Oh, with an "e" in it? Ohhhh, alright then. Moving on, Lacey Sinclair taunts Lana, boasting about how Charles is a poor young mutt while her dog (Victoa, Victoir, Vic - oh forget it, Vicky) is a top notch breed like none other. Of course our "ruff" animal lover won't take that lying down and claims that Charles is capable of running circles around Lacey's pampered pup. Thus, the challenge is set at the Royal Woods Dog Show, and it's up to Lana to train her doggy into the best competitor for this contest and beat that yellow clad snob!

We needed this.....we needed a Lana episode with one of the pets and they delivered! However, I did not expect to see Lana having a rival (or at least enemy of the week) to compete against, that was a nice change of pace! It was funny seeing Lana try to train Charles to be a show dog, and unlike a certain sponge she didn't push the lil guy too much. Speaking of Charles, it's not often we get to see him be this playful and fun, even seeing him goin so far as to chase butterflies when Lana tries to help him gave me some good chuckles too(and with what Lola said in this episode, suddenly I feel like those butterflies are messing with Lana on purpose. Hmmm...). Lacey also seems like such a Lola enemy, but I actually think it works having her antagonize Lana. The dirt-playing tomboy vs a stuck up prissy girl is a good dynamic that has some potential for future episodes. I guess if I had to compare, this episode was like Toads and Tiaras, The Great Snail Race, and a hint of Net Gains for whatever reason, but it works so well. As for the ending moments, you just can't help but wanna give Lana a big hug, that was a bit of a tearjerker! All in all, I really loved this episode, and if we could get more with Lana and the pets, I would very much love that!!!

Also, Lincoln needs to rock more suits......just sayin.

Okay, I said I was anxious to start this post, but this title card is just describing me after seeing the episode, I'm sure!

Starting things off and Lori's busted open the door, holding the catalog for Fairway University (yeah, the college that apparently isn't where Carlos Casagrande teaches as far as we know of, that Fairway University). In all her joy and thrilled excitement, her dear old dad is starting to cue the waterworks, saddened that his daughter is soon moving out to go to college (despite what fanmade AUs may say otherwise). This means they won't be able to hang out together like they used to, but Lori reassures it won't be so bad. For now, they'll make the most of what time is left before the inevitable. Just as Lynn Sr. gets ready to go to his restaurant, an idea forms! Lori can work there, she'll save money for college (because financial aid probably won't cover a family of eleven, it seems), and they get to hang out for the time being! And thus, the father/daughter working team begins, but can Lori be able to keep her head up high with her new job?

Huh, a Lori episode that gives her a job involving food, where have I seen this before.....ah well. Yes people, we have to face the facts soon.....Lori is gonna be written off the show - wait, I mean going to college and will have her own episodes there (hopefully with Carol as a roommate. Come on, they work well as besties, we need this next season!). At least we're getting these family moments while we can because this episode needed it. I loved how it touched up on how Lynn Sr. cares that darn much about his kids, I'd be sappy too if I had a kid go off to college. Seeing him and Lori working together at the restaurant was a good way of doing so, even if Lori has a bit of a.....clumsy streak, hehe. Really, I felt bad for Lori near the end, but that clutch save made it even better! Can we just have more of these father/daughter episodes? I think there's plenty more to work with ya know! A solid episode that's worth watching for the feels.....and for the laughs.

Now, I don't remember that part about writing Lori off being in this sheet, who wrote.......KOOPA KID!!!!!

Anyways, another Saturday of new episodes complete! How much more fun is it now that I get to post these on such a relaxing day?! Hopefully it sticks because it's really working for TLH! Until next time when I cover the next new episodes! Laterz!!!

#the loud house #season 4 impressions #a mutt above #can't hardly wait #lana loud #tlh charles #lori loud #lynn loud sr.

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madartiste · 5 years

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Deadly Fortune, Book 2, Chapters 16-20

Last bit of notes! Everything under the cut to avoid flooding all the dashboards. I want to say that while I found some of the translators lines amusing or hard for me to understand, they deserve a heck of a lot of credit! I wouldn’t have been able to read this AT ALL if not for their super hard work. It’s a really tough job, and my dumb, monolingual self really appreciates it.

Link to the translation: https://originaldmc.github.io/DivinityStatue/Downloads.html

Link to the previous section of notes: https://madartiste.tumblr.com/post/186847616290/deadly-fortune-book-2-chapter-00-1-15

Stage 16 (Dante vs. Berial)

Berial is salty about losing to a 'man who is not as tall as his calf,' so he comes back to the human world before he's fully recovered. He's annoyed that Nero isn't there and wonders just what the kid is. He's definitely not a full demon or Berial would know him. Initially he thinks that Nero is a 'personal class.' (Not sure what that means, not enough context) Or is Nero the child of a human and a demon? He considers that someone like that would be extremely rare. He wonders how Sparda could fall in love with something as small and weak as a human and have children with one. Pretty much all demons think the idea is super gross.

2000 years ago, Berial was still a wee, weak demon, but he heard about Sparda. Mundus was able to rule in part thanks to his right hand man (er… demon), Sparda. Berial wanted to be like him someday (oooh, so he's so grumpy because he idolized the guy.), but Sparda turned traitor and killed many of his comrades before sealing away Mundus. It's incomprehensible to Berial, and he thinks that no other demon would ever have kids with a human.

He's heard about Dante and wonders if Nero is another son of Sparda. (Good guess, buddy.) Dante looks a lot like Sparda's 'human mimicry,' though he thinks that Dante might have surpassed his father's strength at this point.

Berial thinks the Savior is stupid and even he feels that Sparda didn't save humans so they could make something so dumb.

He recognizes Dante instantly which thrills Dante. He's happy someone knows who he is. Interesting bit: Berial heard that Sparda was cold and quiet, not one to talk too much -- so like Vergil.

Haha! Dante says he's in a hurry, but Berial wonders why he would waste time sitting on his damn tail if he thought things were urgent.

Berial waits patiently while Dante grabs Lucifer. Apparently Berial was just a low-level demon and therefore never met Mundus. These days, he's a General and a King, so he would be able to -- except that Mundus is sealed away. He recognizes Lucifer too. Dante asks if they were friends, most Devil Arms are crafted by demons but some are made from demons who recognize the strength of an opponent. (That's pretty much every weapon Dante picks up in the games.) It's a bit conflicting, but Berial says that 'the body or the soul' of a demon acknowledges they have lost and, regardless of their will, they become a Devil Arm.

Lucifer was also a king/ruler in hell and a 'noble demon.' He had the power to manipulate explosions.

Berial gets annoyed that Dante is playing with him during the fight. I'm… pretty sure most of Dante's dialogue here is innuendo (just like in his game scene after he gets Lucifer back. Pretty much the same words.). Berial has no idea what he's on about.

Dante offers to let Berial run, but of course he doesn't. Aaah, he doesn't want to turn into a Devil Arm for Dante. Berial almost gives in to becoming a Devil Arm anyway, but resists at the last second, feeling sorry that he couldn't avenge Lucifer.

Dante still has to get the Sparda and Yamato back. He's not sure what happened to Nero, though if he's lost his body, Dante knows he can't save him. Interestingly, Dante thinks that as long as he can get Yamato back, he's got a chance since it can 'separate the people from the devil.' Even if Nero is absorbed, Dante might be able to use Yamato to get him free. (And thus we get the major plot twist of DMC5!)

He wonders if it is fate that he came to Fortuna and met Nero, though he doesn't like the idea. Dante doesn't want to delve into who Nero's biological parents actually are, though he knows he's got a close blood tie to the kid. According to Dante, his aging is pretty close to a normal humans. Dante has no idea what happened to Sparda, if he's dead or alive, and claims that it doesn't matter to him. There's a nice line about how he might entrust the future to Nero the way Sparda did with Dante and Vergil.

And then Dante decides he's being weird and will worry about it later.

Stage 17 (Dante vs. Agnus)

Agnus was waiting in the Opera House because he wants to defeat Dante 'with his own strength.' It sounds like his particular devil ability is to absorb 'magic' power from other demons? With the Hell Gate open he's got a lot to grab from. Oh right. Agnus has that health drain ability. He plans to suck the 'magic' out of Dante to make himself stronger and Dante weaker. Agnus put a ward on the Opera House, but he deliberately breaks it so Dante can get in -- even though he acknowledges Dante could just bust through.

The scene is pretty close to the game scene with Agnus, though Dante is pretty confused at first. Ah, Dante figures that Agnus gave him a 'role' in the show, so he plays along. He thinks it's rather fun. He even plays around with the spotlight system to be dramatic. Hm. Agnus is annoyed that Dante butted into his performance. He refers to himself as an 'archangel.'

Dante doesn't ask, but Agnus likes to tell him how he made the artificial demons he summons to fight for him. Dante gets pretty roughed up, and Agnus gloats about how strong he is. Ah, Dante goes Royal Guard on him. It works by hardening parts of the body -- maybe with his devil powers? Agnus gets really wound up by the fact that Dante deflects all his attacks.

Dante thinks that Agnus is too excitable to be a really good scientist. He knocks him down with a Royal Release. Since Agnus isn't out of the fight completely, Dante finally uses his Devil Trigger. (Good bye, Agnus.) Agnus is terrified, and Dante stabs him through the chest. Agnus turns back to human since his energy is used up. He dies just like in the game.

Dante thinks the whole thing is a tragedy, that Agnus went so far off the deep end with his science. If he hadn't, Agnus' life might've turned out differently. In the end, Dante shoots out the spotlight.

There is an interesting line as Dante wonders if Agnus might understand what he was getting at when he says that humans have something demon's lack: 'It's only one word, but it's more precious than anything, so it's cheaper to use language.' The language is a little weird here, but I think the gist is that if you can't figure it out on your own, you'll never understand. (I'm assuming the word is 'love' considering Nero's dialogue with Sanctus at the end of the game.)

Stage 18 (Dante vs. the Savior)

The citizens are panicking and don't care who Trish is as long as she's guiding them to safety. She takes them to the 'Calound Pier' which is a good ways from the city. Oooh, it's the port warehouse from the game, I think. Trish swiped a 'magic device' from the Order and uses it to create a protective barrier around the warehouse. She doesn't naturally have the ability to do such a thing on her own. After doing that, she runs back to the city to the Hell Gate.

The gate is still working at this point which worries her. She doesn't think that Dante lost -- but she knows he has a 'sloppy personality.' (Hah!) She frets that he might have gotten lost, wasted time playing around, or something like that. As his partner, she knows he is capable of that kind of thing, but she also knows he can be series when things are bad. There's another line about how Dante doesn't like to do what people expect him to.

Trish finds Dante at the city square. She sees him with Yamato and thinks about Vergil. She never understood him, but then again, she never knew the Vergil that Dante did since he was a mindless puppet when she met him, 'he had no personality or soul.' Dante swings Yamato around with such precision that Trish wonders if he learned it from watching his brother. She thinks that Vergil lives on in Dante's heart -- even if Dante doesn't know it.

Dante shows off for her -- pointing at the Hell Gate after he cuts it and not watching it fall. Trish thinks she understands why Sparda didn't destroy the thing when he was here. Sparda was a demon and therefore the Underworld was his home. He might have been kinda homesick and not willing to cut off the last route there. Trish feels the same way, which is why she studies information about demons and Devil Arms. Dante probably wouldn't understand the feeling since he was born in the human world.

The Savior sees the Hell Gate go down and heads in their direction. Dante and Trish talk about trying to keep the fight away from where the citizens are holed up. Trish suggests taking them out to Mitis Forest since there are still a lot of demons in the area and trying to fight them while protecting everyone will be hard even for Trish. Also the Savior is huge and they're not sure the port is far enough away to be safe. She's got some plans to protect everyone from the demons in the forest.

Turns out Lady is her plan. As long as Lady arrives safely, of course.

Dante quips with Sanctus who is possessing one of the Alto Angelos. (Pretty much like the game.) He runs along the rubble avoiding the Savior's attacks. (Also like the game) Dante is very concerned about saving Nero before he takes out the big statue. His first thought is that Nero might be inside the blue gems on the Savior since they're giving off a lot of magical energy. He decides to break a few of them first to see what happens.

He's using Pandora for a lot of this fight and Omens a bunch of the Angelos that are chasing him around. Then I think he Judgement Cuts the Savior?

Back to Nero: He regains consciousness and starts remembering who he is. There's a line about a 'part' of him or a 'fragment' of himself that he feels nearby helping him remember. It's Yamato. He says he can feel Dante nearby with a 'part of me in the hands of Dante.' He feels lousy because Dante has to come rescue him. He says he's lost his body but definitely doesn't want to just lay around doing nothing. Nero wants to save Kyrie with his own strength. He tries to scream but can't.

Back to Dante: Outside, there's a fluctuation in the Savior which Dante thinks might be Nero. He contemplates the gem on the chest and hears the 'cry of the soul' 'of the same bloodline as himself.' So he stabs the Savior in the chest. He's a little nervous about the Savior's big beam attack. Normally he can tank demon attacks, but this one looks particularly strong. He Devil Triggers with the intention to, I think, fly out of the way? He sort of armors up instead and lets himself get hit with the attack. He isn't able to move, though his power keeps him from being hurt. Once it's over, Dante jumps back over onto where the left Rebellion sticking out of the statue.

Sanctus gloats. Dante gets Yamato inside the Savior (pretty much as per the game). I also think he calls Rebellion back to him? There's a line where he kinda motions at it with his finger and it flies back to his hand.

When Dante yells at him to wake up, Nero tries to yell back but can't. Dante thinks that their meeting was accidental, but that it would've been very boring otherwise. He yells Nero's name.

The first part of Nero that is restored is his Devil Bringer, which seems to annoy him somewhat since he hates it, and grabs Yamato. He mentions that something is tying him down and covering his body. He can think more clearly now that he has hold of Yamato. He gets himself loose and sits down for a second because his vision is fuzzy. Nero realizes he's still got to save Kyrie and assumes that the pope would keep her far away from him as insurance.

Dante tells him to go be the hero. Nero feels pretty confident that with Dante's backup he can go save his gal.

Stage 19 (Nero vs. Sanctus)

Lady POV: They're still on the boat. She basically tells Ben that she paid him so he'd better do his best. He says he would've refused if he knew this was a suicide run. He does what she tells him though. Trish is waiting for them on the dock.

Lady asks how things are. Trish tells her the sea breeze is bad for her hair. (Hah!) Lady says she'll help Trish cut her hair if she wants to try a shorter haircut, and thinks that she doesn't really understand Trish very well.

Trish gives her the situation: Citizens hiding in the warehouse, Dante fighting the big bad. Lady wants to know what the hell the Savior is. Is it a demon? Trish says it's the "product of stupid humanity." Taking a look around, Lady worries about the property damage. Trish asks for her help taking the citizens out to the forest, but they get surrounded by demons while they're talking. Time to fight. Lady thinks that Trish's lightning is pretty convenient and is a bit envious of her and Dante's powers. Since she can't do stuff like that, she needs money to fund her ridiculous arsenal of weapons -- which is why she's so stingy with her money and charges high fees.

Demons are damaged by silver more than iron.

Back to Dante: He's saved Nero, so he's mostly done with his part. Now he's just playing around. Without Nero powering it, the Savior can't fly and has reduced mobility. Dante knocks the thing around with Gilgamesh, breaking the bottom of one of its feet. Nero bitches at him for shaking things around.

Dante says "This is fun" and stabs the Savior in the eye with Rebellion.

Back to Nero: The inside of the Savior is like a labyrinth full of demons. Nero wonders if they were being used to power the thing like he was. He's not sure how much time has passed -- he thinks probably only a few hours -- but it feels like years. He's lost Red Queen and Blue Rose, and he feels really rusty. Killing the demons he keeps running into helps him get back into fighting form. Nero isn't very comfortable fighting with Yamato yet, but he doesn't have a choice. He wonders why he thinks of the Yamato as part of himself.

Nero instinctively knows where to go and thinks it might be that he senses the power of the Sparda. He remembers Sanctus talking about meeting Vergil and isn't sure if he believes that was his father or not. He always thought he was human, but the way the Yamato feels and how it glows along with his Devil Bringer… He makes a comparison of himself being a caterpillar becoming a butterfly -- basically that he's becoming what he was meant to be. Nero jokes with himself that he's already lost his body once and had to remake it.

He gets to Sanctus and thinks that the guy looks way more like a demon than an angel. Sanctus pulls Kyrie out, and she is obviously frightened but can't speak. The pope threatens her, and Nero immediately can tell the sword is the Sparda because he feels a tremor in his hand. He notes that it's not because of 'fear or excitement.'

Sanctus sticks Kyrie back in the wall, which surprises Nero. He wonders if Sanctus doesn't want to use her as a shield because he wants to have a fair fight or if he's just overconfident. They start fighting.

While Sanctus does his trick where he hides in the Savior, Nero realizes he can easily sense the presence of the Sparda. Oddly, though it said earlier that Red Queen was lost, Nero pulls the sword here. I think this might be an error, though, since it also mentions that the Yamato is able to hurt Sanctus.

So Nero remembers that Sanctus was once the Supreme General of the Holy Knights, but he notes that the Sparda has used up a lot of its power. He straight up tells Sanctus that Credo was stronger than he is. Nero uses some of his training from Credo and stabs Sanctus, saying that this was revenge for Credo. He asks who should be next, maybe Tonio and Sagan. We get pretty much the same "Sparda had a heart that could love a human" speech from the game.

Sanctus decides to use Kyrie after all, but it goes down just like in the game.

Back to Dante: He's chopped up the Savior a bit, but the thing is tough and huge. He compares its appearance to a statue that was salvaged from the bottom of the sea. When Nero jumps out holding Kyrie, Dante thinks he looks like a prince rescuing a princess in a fairy tale.

Kyrie isn't too surprised by Dante or anything else, which means she might have had some awareness of what was going on while she was stuck in the Savior. Dante basically tells Nero that his gal is a keeper and he should be good to her.

When Sanctus merges with the Savior to control it at the end, he loses his human intelligence and becomes beast-like. After seeing Nero crush the Savior's head, Dante says that in terms of sheer strength, Nero might outmatch him. Nero does a shy little victory pose at the end, and Dante thinks he really is just a kid. He tells Nero that in a few years he might be a bit more fierce, which annoys Nero.

There's a line where Dante considers that even though they're closely related, their personalities are very different -- and he feels that's a good thing. He doesn't want Nero to be like him.

Dante tells Nero: "However, too serious or not, it is the key to live easily. Too much attachment will only be ruined by boring things, and the only thing that will hurt is his own." (If someone can figure this out, please let me know. My guess is: Don't be too attached to things or the only thing that you will hurt is yourself? Possibly he's saying not to be too series or it could hurt the people around him. I'm figuring this advice is to not be like Vergil.)

I really wish I could figure out what that is saying, because afterwards, Dante thinks that he can 'see the shadow of his brother Vergil' in Nero. They share a similar stubborn pursuit of strength. Dante then knows he has to 'part' with his twin.

Dante tells Nero to cherish the Yamato along with "your lovely girlfriend." He thinks that who Nero's father is doesn't really matter, and he doesn't have any definitive proof. (He sure sounded certain in DMC5…) The important thing is that Nero's 'soul is qualified to inherit the Yamato.'

Dante heads to the port to meet Trish and bumps into Lady. He wonders why she's there since she's the client. She tells him she's their ride home. Naturally all the fees for the ship are coming out of his pay.

Back to Nero: He still doesn't really want Kyrie to see his demon arm, but she's a sweetie and does her speech about him being himself no matter what, like in the game. He's actually a bit relieved that the demons interrupt their kiss because he's kinda worked up over everything.

Stage 20 (Aftermath)

One month later: Dante enjoyed the quiet for the first week, but now he's bored. He's read the same magazine four times already. Trish has been dropping by now and again. When Lady shows up with the payment, Dante doesn't get excited because he's sure she's stiffed him again. She ends up taking 70% of the fee for herself to pay for the boat fees, damages, and helping them fight demons at the docks. Trish is annoyed. Dante just doesn't care. When Trish protests, Lady mentions that, oh yeah, the reason things got out of hand was because Trish gave the Sparda to the Order -- so she takes more money out of the stack. Dante starts to sweat a bit because he's the one who told Lady that, and Trish obviously views it as a betrayal.

There's an odd line where Dante asks Lady about a job he wanted her to do, but she tells him she 'already sent it' and took the fee out of his cut. (Found out later that Dante was talking about the neon DMC sign he sent to Nero.)

So the 'customer with the password' thing is to make sure that only people with demon jobs are bothering Dante. The password circulates around the shadier areas, so presumably people with demon issues find out about it from other people in the know.

When they run off at the end to do the job, Lady asks to make it a bet: Whoever kills the most demons gets all the money from the Fortuna job. Dante thinks that it would be more fun if Nero were there, but he's got a hunch they'll meet again.

Back to Nero: He's contemplating that he was abandoned at the orphanage and no one, not even himself, knows who his parents are. He was given the name Nero by the 'dean' of the orphanage at the time who has since passed away. He was named after the black blanket he was wrapped up in. To Nero, this is pretty much like how you'd name a puppy or a kitten, though he doesn't really have strong feelings about his name. He thinks it sounds like an ancient saint, which suits him.

Nero thought a lot about why he was abandoned and who his parents were when he was little. He couldn't accept that he didn't have parents. People speculated that his mother was embarrassed to have a child. (I'm guessing the implication was that having a kid out of wedlock is frowned on.) Fortuna is a small city and everyone knows each other. It's impossible to give birth without people knowing, but there wasn't anyone in Fortuna who had when he was discovered. There's a mention about 'foreigners' coming to Fortuna at the time, presumably people thought one of his parents might be one. (I mean, not wrong.)

Nero would fight with people when they bullied him about it as a kid, but now he doesn't care who his biological parents are. Kyrie, Credo, and their parents were his family. He feels he can be content as long as he still has Kyrie around and can keep her safe.

They're renting a house as a home/office. She wants his help carrying some food. Kyrie has been cooking food for the people who've been displaced by the destruction. Some of them have been living out of the Opera House even. Nero calls her goddess and carries a big pot of soup for her.

He doesn't like going out since people are more likely to be nice to Kyrie than they are to accept him being around. Most of the townsfolk believed Kyrie when she told them that Sanctus went nuts and caused all the destruction, but some people think she's lying. The fanatics slander her and still believe in Sanctus. They also try to use the fact that Kyrie is dating a 'demon' against her.

Nero doesn't hide his hand anymore. He knows it doesn't prove he's related to Sparda, but he doesn't care about that anyway. He doesn't want to be worshipped. It's just a part of him, and he's not ashamed. To Nero, the Devil Bringer is why he could rescue Kyrie. Apparently some people think that because she's with him, Kyrie will get possessed by/turned into a demon too.

Kyrie tells Nero not to wear his coat because the weather is good outside. He's hesitant because it hides his arm. He doesn't care what people think about him, but he doesn't want people to speak poorly of her. She says she doesn't mind and that people will come to understand Nero eventually.

There's a kid named Abel from the orphanage Nero was raised in. He doesn't know who his parents are either. Abel tries to open the pot of soup but Nero gently swats his hand and then pinches the kids cheek with his Devil Bringer. Nero sends the kid to Sister Xista in the Opera House to have her prepare some dishes so people can eat, and whispers to Kyrie that the kid is arrogant.

She laughs at him and says Abel is just like he was as a kid. Nero says he was way more straightforward, and she points out that Abel isn't afraid of Nero's hand. Kyrie has been laughing more recently, possibly because she has let go of many of her burdens. It seems both Kyrie and Nero are actually comforted by the fact that Credo didn't leave a body behind. It lets them kind of pretend that maybe he's still alive -- though they both know that it's not true.

The people decided to use the site of the ruined Order of the Sword building (Maybe HQ?) as a cemetery for those who died. It's simple construction, but they play to make it nicer once they finish rebuilding. Things are getting better day by day.

Nero didn't used to think very highly of 'the city of Kyrie.' Thanks to the rigid customs, someone like him, an outsider, had a hard time living there, but Kyrie loves the city so he wants to protect it.

Kars comes by with a big wooden box for Nero who is very confused. The only name on the label is Dante. Kars thought it was some relief supplies. Ah! It's the neon Devil May Cry sign. Nero planned to open an office on Fortuna to hunt demons since the knights can't anymore, and apparently Dante foresaw it. Kyrie wonders why Dante hasn't contacted them since that day. Nero's a little annoyed that Dante decided to pick the name for his new business, but accepts it since it's a gift. It's a good name.

End of Book 2

#Devil May Cry #DMC4 #Deadly Fortune #My notes

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pbandjesse · 5 years

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I'm very tired and I don't feel good. I think I have a migraine but I can't tell. I think there was a lot of emotion today and that kind of just let me fall and I just want to go to sleep.

I am writing this on my new phone. Which finally came! I waited all day. I had worked from home so I could be here and it didn't come until after 6. I was so upset. But at least it's here and it's so stinking cute. There are issues. There's no SD card so I have to figure out how to use Google backup. It gets kind of hot. And it took me all night to figure out how to take a screenshot. But in general it seems to be a pretty good phone. The camera could be better. We'll see how it goes in the daylight. I'm happy with it and then I hope that it continues to be good for me. Because it's the silliest thing ever purchased. I feel like I'm back to my Blackberry days.

Today was very productive. For the first time working for home officially like this. I was a little nervous about what I would completely cuz of my focus issues. But it ended up being really good and productive.

I had trouble falling asleep last night once I did that was good. James may change her sheets very late last night and put a blanket that's a little heavier on and that weight seem to help.

I got up around 8 and all right enough. Not thrilled to be up. My stomach was kind of messed up all day. James make me a sandwich and we hung out in the living room until I started working 10. I I liked having him around. Come and get me something so I wouldn't have to stop doing this and I was focused on. And he was doing laundry and doing his own thing so it wasn't distracting. But it was nice having him there until he had to go to work.

I had a very productive day for my lessons though. I did run into some issues. My keyboard decided it didn't want to work with my tablet anymore so I ended up using my tablet and my phone and using the keyboard with the phone instead of the tablet. But it all worked really well. I spent the first hour working on the sofa Tiffany asked me to do. Putting down definitions and coming up with questions for the pre and post-test. And then I spent the next several hours working on my lesson plans.

I basically made the entire year schedule. Under the guise that I would be teaching as my head teacher and not have a co-teacher that would have busted Lance. But I don't know if that's going to be true. But I did, was literally the entire school years worth of stuff and I'm so proud of that. It was a lot of work though. I worked until noon and then took a break. I had chips and dip. Play around with sweetpea for a bit and then works for a few more hours. I'm really pleased with everything I accomplished. I was very organized. And I hope that will be for the rest of the school year.

Tatry the doorbell finally rang but it wasn't UPS. It was someone who used to live here who I hadn't warned about before we was trying to get her mail. And let her in and she got her letter and then she headed out. She was actually very surprised to learn that the doorbell rang. She didn't think that any of them worked. But mine does at least.

I kept waiting and I was getting more and more upset. I didn't need to take off today. I mean I'm still going to get paid because I work from home but it's just was so stupid. I was hanging out and trying to accomplish something and then finally around dinner time the doorbell rang it with UPS. The guy said that he thought the most arousing the neighborhood didn't work. I'm glad that he waited because I was just so excited to not have to worry about this anymore.

And the phone is so stinking cute. I got the box upstairs and I opened it and the Box inside the box was the box with the phone and I opened it and I started laughing so hard that I started to cry. Because the phone is so small. It's about the size of a credit card just like they said and it's unreal how little it looks. The functionality is great the like I said. I spent about an hour and a half setting it up and getting all my apps downloaded. Basically everything moved up with my Google pretty simply but there are some things I had to make workarounds for it. The SD card thing makes me nervous because I do take a lot of pictures. But the camera is not great so maybe I won't take his money. We'll see. Not being able to take a screenshot with an issue part one of my Instagram followers figured it out for me and Save the Day. But it's been fun getting to have such a tiny little teeny tiny device.

I started not feeling good though. And when James got home I felt bad and it only got worse. He tried to make me food but I couldn't eat it. A bath helped but I felt horrible until he made me a sandwich a little while ago. I don't feel so bad anymore.

Back to access art and lesson planning tomorrow. I hope it's another productive day. Goodnight everyone. Sleep well

#ootd #weird dog #cats #cat #new phone #Work #monday

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brokemultidotexe · 6 years

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Wicked Games [M]

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Summary: You’re at a bar to drown your sorrows but a mystery guy ends up giving you the time of your life. The thrill is what you’ve been craving to suppress the pain and the guy has every intention of giving it to you. [AU]

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Sexual Themes/Dirty Talk/Voyeurism

Genre: Smut

You were sitting at the bar sipping your jack and coke and doodling on a napkin trying to escape everything that was wrong with your life. Sure, you were still in high school and you knew later in life when you looked back on this it would seem so small. But for now, it was huge. It was the anniversary of your father’s death and you had just found out your boyfriend of three years was cheating on you. All of that happening in the same day caused you to skip school and use your fake ID to get into some bar downtown. You took two gulps and sat your glass back down and asked for another. The bartender obliged but he still looked at you suspiciously but your choice of wearing a low-cut top seemed to be working in your favor. You raised the glass in his direction and took a drink.

"Man, three drinks and it's not even ten o'clock." A voice beside you caused you to turn and look. A man that had dark hair that looked like he’d ran his hands through it one too many times had a teasing smile on his face.

"Yeah well, it's been a shitty day." You turned back to the bar and continued to draw on the napkin you had pulled from behind the bar.

"Well, we all have shitty days." You snorted if he only knew just how shitty your day had been and the day wasn’t even half over. "You draw?" you looked over and was surprised to see him sitting in the seat next to you. You hadn’t even heard him move.

You cleared her throat, "Umm, yeah. I doodle here and there."

You watched as the guy shook his head, "That's not a doodle. You're drawing a detailed picture of the bar." You shrugged. You had picked up drawing after your best friend had taken a liking to it a few years ago. Jungkook still had way more talent than you did but it turned into something you shared and something you both turned to when going through something.

"It's just a hobby." you waved off his comment.

"Well, it shouldn't be. You're extremely talented."

You just stared at him for a moment, "You're going to base my talent off of a napkin in a bar?" you laughed.

"I just call it like I see it." He shrugged.

“Well, my best friend has a lot more talent than I do.”

The guy held out his hand, "I'm Jimin."

You reached for his hand and shook it, "Y/N."

"Well Y/N, since your day is so shitty how about I buy you a real drink?" Jimin motioned for the bartender. "You like coffee?" You nodded. Jimin smiled and turned to the bartender; "Two Black Russians" The bartender nodded and went to mix the drinks. "If you want to forget about your day then this drink will do its job. Just make sure you don't go overboard. My friend Namjoon ended up in another town and no pants the last time he needed to forget a day. That time he ended up forgetting two."

You laughed you first genuine laugh of the day, "Well if this drink is as strong as you say then you will be my knight in shining armor."

"I live to serve," he smirked and did an imaginary hat tip. You rolled your eyes, "So what's your major at Bangtan University?" You knitted your brows in confusion and he pointed to your shirt. You looked down and laughed realizing you had forgotten you had worn a tank top with the school printed across your chest.

"I’m not really sure. Me and my best friend have both discussed possibly going into art together but I may try and turn it into graphic design or something.” You shrugged. You truly didn't know what you were going to do yet.

"I just graduated with an English degree. My parents wouldn’t accept dancing as a true major so I was forced to choose something else." Jimin winked at you and you felt your cheeks warm.

“I wish I could major in dance, I think my life would be made if I could do that.” You sighed knowing that it was only wishful thinking as your parents had made it quite clear that any arts degree was worthless and ever since your dad died your mother had become stricter over your education.

The smile fell from your face and Jimin halted and looked at you worried and confused when tears welled up in your eyes. "Shit Y/N. Whatever I said to upset you I'm so sorry." You shook your head and wiped at your eyes.

"No, it's okay. Like I said it's just a shitty day." You took a shaky breath and you felt Jimin's hand on your shoulder. You could see the concern in his eyes. "It's the anniversary of my dad's death."

"I'm so sorry Y/N." His hand went to yours and gave it an encouraging squeeze. Even though you had just met the guy you could feel his sincerity.

"You know the worst part of it? I found out today that my boyfriend of three years has been screwing his ex for two of them." You didn't have tears anymore you were just angry all over again.

"Well fuck him. He ruined his chance to be with a beautiful woman who is obviously too good for him." He smiled and tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. Your eyes locked and you were both startled when the bartender sat the two glasses in front of you. "Thanks, Yoongi, just put all of her stuff on my tab."

You were looking everywhere but where Jimin was. You barely knew this guy and yet here you were opening up to him. You hadn't even been this open with Jungkook today after he heard about what happened. You needed to process everything, and you always processed everything better with a drink in your hand. You loved Jungkook for trying but you needed to do this on your own. You saw Jimin slide the drink over to you and raised his glass. "We drink to those who love us, we drink to those who don't. We drink to those who fuck us, and fuck those who don't!" You busted out laughing at his toast but raised your glass before taking a drink.

"Holy shit!" You started coughing. The drink burned all the way down your throat and you swore you could feel it burning until it hit your stomach. You looked over at Jimin who had a smirk on his face before taking another drink of his own. His face scrunching up as it burned.

"I told you, this will make you forget your shitty day." He had recovered more quickly than you did.

"Fuck, how did you even know about this drink? This is up there with the concoction Taehyung came up with last year." Another one of your friends had decided to take it upon himself to try and find the perfect mix of alcohol that would get you drunk in just one glass.

"Kim Taehyung?" You nodded, "Kid hangs out with my brother."

You raised an eyebrow but before you could even inquire he nodded at your drink for the two of you to take another sip.

You had finished your drink much to your dismay. Jimin had you laughing so much your stomach hurt. He'd gotten on a kick of calling you Jagi after his third drink.

"Hey! he farted on me while I was giving him a blow job and I still stayed with him!" Jimin was practically falling off his stool and could barely catch his breath at your confession. You watched as Jimin wiped the tears from his eyes.

"Oh yeah, he definitely doesn't deserve you. You're too beautiful to be farted on." You both ended up laughing until you were crying again. Once you were able to compose yourselves you held out your hand.

"Give me a dollar; I want to put a song on the jukebox." Jimin obliged pulling his wallet from his pocket and giving you a dollar. You got up and tried your best to walk in a straight line. It was clear that you were completely wasted. You managed to get there without falling on your face. You flipped through the songs but couldn't find one you liked.

"Pick one yet? It's been five minutes." Jimin had wrapped his arms around you and was whispering in your ear. You let a moan slip out and he placed a kiss on your neck.

"I can't pick if you distract me." You mumbled completely caught up in the fact that his lips were on your body. You’d been staring at those lips for the last two hours. Thinking about how they would feel on your lips and body. He pulled away but you could still feel the burning from where his lips had touched. He pulled your arm and turned you around until you were pinned against the jukebox. "Jagi all you've done is distract me tonight. I called off dinner with my brother so I could stay here with you." His hands were on your hips and his thumbs dipped down to run over your hip bones. "So I could touch you." His lips brushed against yours, "In hopes that I could taste you." His hand wrapped around and grabbed your ass. "So I could take you to another place." He rubbed the bulge in his jeans against your hips. You finally gave in and grabbed his head and brought it down to yours. You ran your fingers through his hair and kissed him hard before pulling back to catch your breath.

"Not here." You didn't want to fuck against a jukebox no matter how hot that sounded. Jimin flicked his eyes over to the bathroom and you nodded. He grabbed your hand and dragged you into the woman’s bathroom and locked the door behind you. You pulled him into another kiss and Jimin hands ran down your back until he cupped your ass and raised you up sitting you on the sink in the bathroom. You moaned feeling him suck on your neck. Your whole body tingled when he touched you. Suddenly his lips were crushed on yours and his tongue slipped in your mouth when you gasped. You melted into the kiss and started pulling at his shirt trying to pull it up. He leaned back and let you pull it off while he worked on yours and threw it to the side before crashing his lips back down to yours. You hooked your leg around him and pulled him closer so you could feel his erection beneath his jeans. You pushed your hips into his body and ground against him. The hand that was running up your thigh squeezed hard and he pulled back staring into your eyes. The look of lust would make any woman fall apart. You felt her panties dampen.

You rubbed your hand against the bulge in his jeans "Damn Jagi you're going to be the death of me." His voice was deep and gravely and he ran his hand up your thigh and up grabbed your ass. "These need to go." You pulled him in for another kiss as he lifted you off the sink and helped you push them down and step out of them. Once you were free of them his hand slid over your stomach and down to the wetness in between your legs.

"Someone's ready." He sucked on your neck again and you ran your nails down his back roughly. That seemed to push him even farther as he lifted you up and had you against the wall. "If you keep doing that I won't be able to hold back."

You nibbled on his earlobe, "I don't want you to."

Jimin growled and he undid his belt and kicked his pants off. You felt your panties being pulled to the side and you moaned when you felt him slide inside you. The rough fabric from his boxers was pressed against your clit causing pleasurable friction. You ground your hips into him and whimpered.

"Shit, you feel so good." You didn't get a chance to say anything because he started fucking you hard against the wall. You could barely catch your breath and you couldn't control your moans as they grew louder. He covered your mouth with his as he continued to plow into you. He wasn't sweet and careful, he was rough and controlling and that was exactly what you needed.

You were back at school the next day your head was throbbing but you were hoping the two aspirin you took earlier would take care of your headache before you had to go to class. Your head was down on the table in the courtyard when your way too excited best friend sat down beside you.

"So, my brother is back in town."

You lifted your head. Ah, the mysterious brother that Jungkook only saw every other month because he had been in college and served in the military. You’d never actually met him despite how long you and Jungkook had been friends but it never really bothered you. From what Jungkook said he was a lady’s man anyways and would probably try to get with you so he didn’t want the two of you to meet despite how much he loved his brother. "That's awesome Kookie. But can you talk a little lower, I'm about to die."

"Well too bad. We have English next and apparently, there's a substitute teacher, so it should be a breeze." Jungkook pulled on your arm until you relented and stood up walking towards your next class together.

"Earth to Y/N!" You jolted and looked at Jungkook with a scowl. You had been reliving yesterday and had no intention coming back to the present. "Come on." Jungkook dragged you into the class and you took your normal seat with Jungkook seated behind you. You had your head on your desk while Jungkook was chatting away with Tae giving you the semi-peace and quiet you were looking for.

"Alright, guys settled down." You lifted your head up. Damn you were even hearing his voice now; you really needed to shake off the previous day. "I'm your substitute, Mr. Park." The substitute turned around and your eyes locked.

"That's my brother," Jungkook whispered in your ear leaning over his desk sounding like the news shocked him as well.

The two of you continued to stare at each other before Jimin cleared his throat and tried his best to keep his voice normal and kept talking over what was planned for the period. You could feel the blood pounding in your ears. Holy fuck! You’d fucked Park Jimin. You’d fucked Jungkook’s brother. The worst part is you wanted to do it again.

AN: I hope you guys enjoyed this and it wasn’t too awful. If there are errors forgive me this was written at like 1am. This is my first Jimin fic and I have to say I’m a fan of writing Jimin.

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