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Lloyd Hansen Writing Challenge

Welcome to the Lloyd Hansen Writing Challenge, hosted by the Lloyd Hansen server.

About 2 years ago, we got our first taste of Lloyd Hansen through Netflix’s trailers. From then on, we were hooked. To celebrate this anniversary, we invite writers to join our challenge and create their own Lloyd Hansen fics!

This challenge is 18+ ONLY. Minors are not allowed to engage in any way, shape, or form. It is open to everyone—not just members of our server, although we encourage you to join us if you haven’t already.

All fics will be about Lloyd Hansen. We do not allow incest (stepcest is permitted), underage, or scat play. Fics should be reader inserts* and as inclusive as possible. Any genre (dark, smut, angst, fluff) is allowed. *For any other specifications or adjustments, reach out to one of the mods or send an ask. This is not a strict requirement.

There is no word count requirement. However, you must use a “read more” break, no matter the length. Use appropriate warnings.

The deadline for the challenge is July 22nd, 2024. This is not a strict deadline at all!

You will choose a dialogue that the character has said in the film and transform it from the original context. Certain prompts are open to changing as long as you note that somewhere. Once you’ve chosen a prompt and sent us an ask with it, it will be crossed off from the list. Prompts are on a first-come, first-serve basis! You can select up to 5 prompts.

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Happy writing!

Asterisks + ‘[…]’ indicates a prompt is open for change.

Should we try again?

Boring.

“Mostly, it’s loss which teaches us about the worth of things.” That’s Arthur Schopenhauer. He was a German philosopher, a pessimist. He saw the value in suffering.

Damn it. Phones on silent when I’m working, please.

Still just flirting. But… [...] getting there. *

Well, no one goes to Harvard to play football.

I like to be the exception. What’s up?

Gimme a name.

Could be fun.

Well, I’m gonna need a full green light on this one. Open checkbook.

I’d rather you punch me in the dick.

We’ll find somebody [...] loves and squeeze. *

Have I ever done you wrong, [...]? *

Professionally maybe. Lloyd Hansen, Hansen Government Services.

Aw, does it? Good.

You know my work. That’ll make this next part a lot easier.

You know what makes me sad, [...]? *

Five and a half.

Who likes cats?

Let’s talk about the mess your [...] made. *

Oh, [...] made a big one. And judging by your shallow breathing and puckered asshole*, I can only assume you know why I’m here.

But see, that’s the beauty of the private sector. I don’t care about reasons.

My guess is you’re helping [...] already. So this shouldn’t put too much of a dent in your day. *

But your file, well, that’s chock-full of nuggets, some of which might make you rethink your fussy attitude.

You gonna answer it?

Hey, sunshine. Lloyd Hansen here. I’m the one running this op.

The one where I get exactly what I want.

Okay, that’s fair. Well, why don’t you come on in, and we can chat? My assistant will get lunch. You like sushi?

Well, I’m glad we’re on the same page.

Looks like you need a new phone.

Don’t say “preternatural” to me. It’s an asshole word.

And that, [...], is exactly what bad ethics and zero impulse control will get you. *

I can kill anybody.

Well, we’ll see.

We need to ground in *Vienna.

How do you feel about your license?

Who’s up for some *Tafelspitz?

Hey, sunshine.

What gave it away?

Ballsy.

Nice try, pumpkin.

What size shoe are you?

Can someone get me a Vicodin, please?

On the run, scared shit less.

You know all those rules you guys are always trying to work your way around? They don’t mean dick to me.

Shut up and go sit in the corner.

Oh. How about that?

Forget about the Vicodin.

That’ll do, pig. That’ll do.

Goldilocks, would you be a lamb and excuse us?

Shhh. Please.

Now, whatever I just did to your *ears, it’s not even torture. I just made it up on the spot. Just came to me. And that’s how this is gonna go.

Should we try again?

Maybe we should get the *girl back in here.

Well, that was unexpected.

Make him dead.

My God, how hard is it to shoot somebody?

What I do can’t be taught.

You know what I love about you?

Yahtzee.

No, success qualifies as success.

You wanna make an omelette, you gotta *kill some people.

You know, in English, we call this a *happy ending. However, if you say one more word, you may not see it that way.

Lock everything down.

Get me eyes on the bridge.

You’re making me destroy a historic building here!

Wait! Please don’t shoot! Look what you did to my hand.

Give me that, you little shit.

Now you pick those feet up, or you’re gonna get dead real quick.

Now, listen. You shut up, and you don’t move.

Now, I’m gonna stop you right there, cupcake.

What do you say we wrap this up?

I mean, I’m having a blast, but it’s way past the kid’s bedtime, don’t you think?

You’re gonna throw me that gun, or the little one gets a new face. *

It’s really a shame this isn’t gonna work out between us.

Now normally, at this point in the night, I wouldn’t be sticking around.

With the house lights about to come on, I’d find a desperate, ugly chick to lick my wounds and split, but you have been a pebble in my shoe since the very beginning.

And now I just don’t think I can walk away.

Guess what I’m thinking right now.

I think I’m better than you.

Still getting used to it.

Let’s see if these moves fuck.

[kotylynnemerrill]

Okay y'all....here is the rest of ch. 1...or just another little section. Tbh I'm still not sure how I want this to flow but I'm working through the process.

Y'all know the drill 😁

Your words I hold forever

************* ❤️**********

11:52

Fez isn't sure how long it's been...how long they've been sitting here, but it must be getting close to midnight judging by the sudden surge in the party's energy. He's doesn't really care to be honest.

He focuses on her voice...the way her mouth moves as she speaks and Fez isn't entirely sure she's not giving him some sort of high from her presence alone or if the joint he just finished is finally kicking in.

Maybe she's a siren he thinks as his blue eyes flitter up to her brown ones...now bright and hypnotizing. Her guard is down, obviously in her element as she talks.

Lexi Howard is in fact a wealth of random knowledge and he loves it. She speaks about Christians stealing Christmas from the Germanic pagans, about how King James was rewriting the Bible while also trying to turn his pee into gold...whether or not Johnson would be successful in limiting the Soviet power in southeast Asia.

Fez wasn't necessarily a pessimist but neither was he optimistic when it came to the current governments abilities. Lexi was hopeful though despite agreeing with him. Like most of America, she was not so sure morally it was a great idea that the US got involved in the war in Vietnam.

The war had already caused a lot of devastation in the effort to stop the spread of communism...a lot of devastation economically as well.

This led to them talking about God and yet again Fez is surprised by this woman sitting next to him.

"Do you, like, not believe in God then?" Lexi shakes her head no...Fez calls her fearless. She laughs a little at this.

" I wouldn't say that...more like I'm guided by my severe discomfort of religion in general. I mean you look at all the shitty things happening in the world right now...I don't see how this person...this being who has all this power...power to stop the war...and all this unnecessary death, but doesn't. And we're just supposed to put all our faith in him? Say he works in mysterious ways and it's his will. It's cruel. I don't know if I'd want someone like that in charge of the entire universe or judging me for my actions for that matter." She heaves a sigh. "I'm not naive though...I realize that..."

"You don't gotta explain yourself. I get what you're sayin." Fez grins playfully. "I know by now you ain't one of those flower girls."

"you mean flower children?" Lexi laughs at the name bestowed upon the free loving group of people...also called hippies.

"Yeah...I'm not one of those either."

Lexi is all white teeth as she playfully nudges fez's worn leather loafer with her dark heel.

"Do you believe in God?" She asks quietly.

"Hell yeah I believe in God." Fez looks up towards the ceiling as if he could sense the 'big guy' looking down on them.

"Like there's a man sitting in the clouds...judging all your actions?"

"Hell yeah."

"Really?" Her eyebrows are raised and eyes wide. Not judging but genuinely curious.

"I mean...I look at it like this. We all do shit and eventually we gotta answer for it...the whole cost of havin free will and shit... balance. Ain't nobody exempt from that... especially not me. I've done things I've got to answer for you feel me? I've had to do what I had to - I ain't blamin anyone else for that shit though. But I don't think we're totally damned either."

Lexi tilted her head thoughtfully. "I'm still not a hundred percent on board but I see your point." Fez raises his hands, and slightly tilted his head as if to say 'well I tried '.

"You here with anybody?"

Lexi scrunches her nose again...annoyed...as if just remembering why she was here in the first place... remembering the source of her stress earlier.

"I was supposed to meet my sister here...she was supposed to ride back home with me after the party, but I'm pretty sure she ditched me."

"That's a shame. I'm real sorry to hear that. She's missing out" Fez flicked his eyes towards the crowd of dancing bodies. Wondered if she would join him for a dance...not that he was much of a dancer...but maybe...

"Ehh," Lexi gave a half-hearted shrug, "not really. I'm pretty boring. That's why none of my other friends bothered to come except Rue..." Lexi pauses, her brows furrowing in thought. "I haven't seen her either tonight."

Fez felt guilts chains tug at him again hearing this. She should be hanging out with Rue tonight...maybe if he had just kept a closer eye on her she wouldn't be..he didn't want to think about where she had gotten to...or what she was more than likely doing.

As hard as it was...he told himself again, tonight - whatever Rue was up to, was not his fault.

He turned his attention back to Lexi and the way her full lips were down turned. He wanted to see her smile again. If he made her smile...said a prayer before bed tonight, like his grandmother taught him...maybe God would be gracious enough to grant him protection and the will to get through what was to come in the coming months.

"What do you mean boring...you're like the coolest person here."

Lexi blanches at this, and furiously begins to denying what was obviously, in Fez's correct opinion, nothing but pure facts.

"Why would I lie?" Her cheeks are crimson again and she unsuccessfully tries to hide it (and the wide smile) behind her slender hand.

Fez could get used to this. He was definitely gonna make a conscious effort to pray more often... everyday in fact, if it would allow him to see her smile like this.

"...thanks." she folds her hands back in her lap again seemingly giving up on trying to hide the effect he had on her.

Yeah...he would pray everyday for the rest of his life if need be.

"Yo I gotta cut soon, but...I just wanted to tell you that...talking to you was one of the best parts of my whole year."

"Yeah right..." Lexi huffs and Fez feels his chest clench in agitation. Had no one ever told her how special she clearly was...how magical...

"Why you always do that shit?"

"What?"

"Like... doubting yourself and shit."

"Oh. Ion know...do I do that?"

"Mm... kinda." Fez let's his eyes flick over her before leaning foward, bracing his hands on his knees.

Courage...Courage...Courage...

"I really liked talkin to you tonight...for real. I'd like to do it again sometime."

Something shines in Lexi's eyes as she stares at him. Something warm and determined...like she had found the missing puzzle piece...and wasn't going to let it go.

"Yeah...me too."

[moonschocolate]

Tom Riddle headcanons!!

because lately i've been thinking about this tragic little human <3

tw: mention of torture as a topic

first of all I wanted to clarify that in this there's no Voldemort, no interest in practicing dark magic, just a teen who goes to Hogwarts soo... :)

proud slytherin. no matter how much other people can say 'slytherin = bad' he just doesn't care, he will not argue with you if you think or say that cause he will find it pointless

I don't now where I read this, but if I'll find it I will tag the person who said this before me: he has autism!!

which means he is not a very social person, and he has little/no friends

and he is deeply attached to an object/topic

the topic in question is dark magic

he doesnt want to practice it, he just finds the whole thing interesting

which deeply concerns professors

he knows everything. about horcruxes, the three unforgivable curses, origin and all

he simply thinks that knowledge is knowledge

IF HE READS?!?! OH DAMN

i strongly believe he has one hell of a library in his dorm

the most dramatic myths ever? knows them

he's just a nerd

read books about t0rture, c0mmunism, n@zism, because knowledge is knowledge

also reads light books of course i dont want to scare you

maths is not his thing

like yes he's good at it but he doesnt really care

did i say hes dramatic?

and an absolute pessimist

since i do not believe that his hair is like that just because it is, he HAS to have a hair routine (DROP IT TOM)

has an infinite collection of bookmarks

no person is allowed to touch his books

doesnt write on books even with pencils

listens to DRAMATIC classical music

EXAMPLE

(also y'all have to teach me how to put spotify songs with the blue rectangle cuz i dont have a clue on how)

JUST THE START

Idk it reminds me of him (and regulus but this is not about him)

this goes against the fact that he's dramatic, but i think that in a relationship he would be a good-old fashioned lover boy

flowers, love letters, POEMS, kissing in the rain, handing you his jacket when you're cold

and of course he wears suits

NOT a sports kid

mf doesn't know a single sport

he just learned how to swim

that's it

is defo the kind of person who is SOSOSOSOSO SKINNY

He's skeptical af on food

like i believe he's a picky eater

and i dont think he eats a lot

like he will go through the day with some coffees, some water, breakfast and a snack in the afternoon

is always gentle doing anything

when he's mad he's even more mad that he can't throw anything because then he would be even more angry that it got broken

has NO PHYSICAL FORCE AT ALL

Like his arms are spaghetti

im sorry but imo he's short

like 1.70 cm (5'5''-5'6'')

which is not really short

I CANT SEE HIM AS A TALL BEING

will not admit it but hates the sea

like as long as he can reach with his feet the "land" below then it's no problem

if he can't he'll try to act cool and say he's tired and immediately get out of the sea

it gives him a sense of pure confusion because he doesnt know what he could run into

which annoys him

because when he cant know something it hurts him physically emotionally psychologically

he knows plenty of languages

english, french, latin, russian and german

why?

because it's cool

also knows how to play the piano and the flute and the viola

"never judge a book by its cover" he does exactly the opposite

especially with books he judges the book by the cover, if he likes the cover he'll like the book too

and people can gain his interest only at first sight

he hates how lots of people can easily change their opinions as long as their group/loved ones have a different opinion

or how people always follow the crowd

people who judge mudbloods just because they're mudbloods are too stupid for him

i think we all know that he is THE teachers' pet

he's the Hermione of his generation

which means that while there are plenty of people with their hands raised the only one who will be listened to is tom

is a MANIAC in cleaning

his bed and his overall room is always tidy af

he hates getting his uniform dirty

he has plenty of nightmares about his past

which he never talks about with anyone

is the kind of person to have 4 or 5 cats

he is absolutely quiet

i got a strong feeling that this man was bullied before hogwarts at the orphanage

he has a cute little stuffed animal in really bad shape which he has from his years at the orphanage and it's hidden at the end of his wardrobe

he strongly despises children because he doesn't have a clue how to deal with them

acts like he has patience

lacks patience

in a modern au, the only thing he'd have going to school would be a black pen

not because he didnt care or was too lazy to get other things but because he didnt find having 3985729947 pens and highliters necessary

dada would be boring for him because out of curiosity he would've already learned most of the spells or wtv

i dont remember if i said it but quidditch is NOT something he likes

or just flying on a broom in general

(remus lupin behavior)

(I had to say it)

studying consists in him burying his face in the books for like 4 or 5 hours straight (my man has some serious issues)

you could tell im completely delusional because he became a killer and nothing's good-old fashioned lover boy about canon him but oh well🥰

[oatmealmika]

FEM! TRAFALGAR LAW HEADCANONS BECAUSE I LOVE WOMEN

a/n : sometimes i just wish law was actually written as a girl cuz DAMN

first off, CLOTHES SHE'D WEAR!!

i'm getting major streetwear/chola style vibes from fem! law

like i mean ripped up baggy jeans, croptops, hoodies, oversized t-shirts, sports bras, long clickity clackity nails (if she really wanted to but very occasionally), and of course (his? her?) their hat

she got her earrings done when she was too little to remember so it's just annoying to have to redo them every so often

i have no clue who'd do her tattoos since she most definitely wouldn't trust some sketchy guy to do them

maybe herself but i don't think that's it either

and whenever you ask her, she makes up a different story (like that one blond guy in "ratatouille" who has a criminal record)

"woke up with it" "they're stick n pokes" "this guy i knew who would only wear bucket hats" and of course "nunya"

she is half german and half mexican (may or may not be self projection with the mexican part)

i get HUGE ymir from aot vibes with fem! law

she appears rude, hardheaded, and pessimistic, but she really does care about others and does have some hope in her (wishing her crew likes her horrendous hawaiian shirts)

her music taste is rock, rap, indie dream pop (tv girl), and then sad spanish songs that slap way too hard (i'm thinking "no me queda mas" by selena, a bunch of vicente fernandez songs my mom loves to play at full volume, and "amor eterno" by rocio durcal)

def not straight i mean just look at fem! law fanart on tumblr bro like honey... and man, am i glad she isn't straight cuz GODDAMN

if you go out with her, you need to order for her pls she can't do it on her own

but she will take the bill, no excuses

i think the type of person she needs as a partner would have to be okay with silence, they have to be outgoing and fun but mature with intense situations, and yeah

plays the bass guitar and has been for years

also plays the drums but her main instrument is bass

really wants to be in a band but not really since she hates the idea of having to be nice all the time for the public

at a mall, she either hangs out at hot topic, barnes and nobles, or justice the whole time

got a bunch of piercings all over her but that's a secret lol nobody knows...

UNTIL I TELL YOU: bellybutton, industrial, conch, ear lobe, tragus, bridge, middle tongue, hip, nipple, and then a bunch of genital piercings i will not be discussing any further XD

her most used apps are photos, notes, tumblr, pinterest, depop, and....... ao3

OKAY OKAY as hard as it might be to believe this, this is NOT self projection it is TRUTH

she doesn't religiously read fics or anything, just occasional oneshots about her nerdy crap when she's bored or something

my girl out here reading her "sora, warrior of the sea" 10k+ fics 💀

if you take her home to meet the family, at first they'll be thrown off by her intimidating looks, but soon enough they'll realize what a little loser she is! the cutie patootie she is <3

LOVE LOVE LOVES cringy 70s/80s/90s movies (think "grease", "the princess bride", "pretty in pink", "10 things i hate about you", etc.)

she doesn't know why. she hates the dumb stereotypes and all that stuff, but she just can't help it! she's so real for it too

idk why but i feel like she'd LOVE spiderman???? like as an obsession?

she is pretty normal about the live action movies, it's just SPIDERVERSE THAT MAKES HER GO CRAZY

she also wants to be good at art but never has motivation to do it

she def has an upside down smile (that what it's called? i think of it more as a "oh that's cringy look and stare y'all" smile)

is she scrawny? muscular? i can't decide honestly. like yeah guy law has some brawn, but he is still a pretty lanky guy, so that's why i see fem! law as a lanky chick. but i love muscular women... goddamn she is just lanky. she obviously has some meat on her bones, but not much.

that being said, i don't think she's very curvaceous either (let's pretend oda didn't draw her the way he did). she is no doubt an a cup, and while her butt is fairly larger, she's still pretty flat.

she also only ever wears sports bras since she thinks regular bras are uncomfy and a hassle.

for a va to replace masc! law's, i would say for japanese romi park. for english, i'd say either trina nushimura or elizabeth maxwell.

for one piece live action, i would want like zendaya as fem! law 😭 aye anything for queen zendaya

only bepo knows this, but she wears socks and sandals on sundays no fail.

has a tattoo somewhere of bepo's name inside a heart with an arrow through it (think those tattoos that tough guys get, with instead of bepo, "mom" is what's written)

fem! law still wears ugly ass hawaiian shirts, don't get it mixed up ✊

that's all for now :)

likes and reblogs are appreciated <3

have a good day!!

[coco-bean-1218]

11 for the one word writing prompts game!!

Hello! Thank you for the ask! I'm so sorry this took so long! This is really long, so I apologize.

October, 1944

Holland, The Netherlands

The October sky stretched wide over the grassy fields of Holland, a vast canvas of grays and blues. Grant's boots sank softly into the damp earth as he made his way back to his position with Easy Company. The air was laced with the distant rumble of artillery, a constant reminder that the war was all around them.

"Chuck, you got that look again," said a voice from behind him.

Grant turned to find Liebgott, rifle in hand, fall into step beside him. "What look?" he asked, forcing a smile that never quite reached his light blue eyes.

"The ‘my mind's a million miles away’ look. You thinking about Claire?" His friend's question was casual but pointed.

"Always am," Grant admitted, his golden complexion taking on a grim cast under the weight of his concerns. He ran a hand through his light brown golden hair, pushing it back from his forehead. Claire 'Doc' O'Connor was more than just a fellow paratrooper; she was the enigma that had captured his heart.

"She's like a ghost sometimes, ain't she? Always flitting off somewhere," Liebgott commented with a chuckle, but there was an undercurrent of understanding in his voice.

"More like a wraith on a mission," Grant muttered, his gaze scanning the horizon as if he might catch a glimpse of her amongst the swaying grasses.

"Man, I don't know how you do it," Liebgott shook his head. "Falling for a gal who's as likely to punch you as kiss you."

"Maybe it's because she's the most alive person I've ever met," Grant murmured, his blue eyes reflecting both admiration and concern.

"Alive, huh?" Liebgott scoffed, "She always seems kinda dead inside to me."

Meanwhile, Claire moved like a shadow through the dense underbrush, her dark brown hair tightly braided to avoid snagging on the brambles that clawed at her uniform. Her brown eyes, magnified slightly behind her glasses, were sharp and calculating as she navigated the treacherous terrain behind enemy lines. She was a combat medic, but today, she was a collector of secrets – a role that no one, not even her commanding officers, knew she had undertaken.

"God, what am I doing?" she whispered to herself as she ducked under a low-hanging branch, the leaves brushing softly against her medic's bag. "Eugene would have my head for this... and Grant—"

Her thoughts trailed off as she pushed the specter of the boys she loved the most from her mind. She couldn't afford distractions, not now, when every shadow could hide a German patrol. Her mission was clear: gather intelligence and get back without anyone being the wiser. It was reckless, but then again, so was love—and war.

"Damn this forsaken land," she muttered to herself, wincing as a thorny branch scraped across her forearm. Stubborn determination propelled her forward; she had intel to gather, and if there was even a sliver of information that could turn the tide for Easy Company, she would find it. Claire's figure belied her agility as she dodged another hidden trap set by nature, or perhaps the enemy.

"Can't let them see through me, not now," she thought, her wit sharpened to a point by the perilous mission. The weight of being unknown, unrecognized by those she sought to deceive, pressed heavily upon her. Yet, she wore her mysterious aura-like armor, allowing it to protect her true intentions. "Probably should've written a will," she mused, the thought trailing off into the silence around her.

Back at the front lines, Chuck felt an inexplicable pull, a connection to Claire that transcended mere camaraderie. He respected her medical prowess, her dark sense of humor that often sliced through the tension, but it was her maddening self-centered streak that somehow drew him nearer. He knew she had feelings for both him and Eugene, their fellow paratrooper and medic, but Chuck harbored hope that beneath her pessimistic veneer lay a heart capable of love.

"Come back to me, Claire," he thought. "I'm not ready to let you go. We have unfinished business, you and I."

As if hearing his silent plea, Claire paused, her instincts flaring. She crouched low, feeling the pulse of the earth beneath her, the rhythm of battle distantly echoing Grant's unspoken words. For a fleeting moment, she allowed herself to wonder what it might be like to surrender to the emotions she so fiercely guarded.

"Focus, O'Connor," she chided herself, pushing aside thoughts of unrequited love and heartbreak. She was a combat medic first, a woman second. There was a job to be done, and she was the only one who could do it.

And so, with the shared resolve of two hearts unknowingly entwined, Chuck watched the horizon while Claire disappeared into the shadows, each playing their part in the great and terrible tapestry of war.

The low rumble of distant artillery fire was the only companion to Grant's heavy footsteps as he trekked along the dew-kissed grass, the chill of the autumn morning seeping through his boots. His shadow stretched long and solitary across the undulating terrain, a dark echo against the backdrop of war's uneasy quiet.

"Hey, Grant!" It was Talbert's voice, calling out from behind a makeshift barricade of dirt and timber. "You look like you've lost your best gal."

"That's 'cause I have," Grant replied, forcing a half-smile as he slung his rifle over his shoulder. A flash of white caught his eye as something slipped from the leather strap and fluttered to the ground like a wounded bird. 

"Dammit," he muttered, bending down to retrieve it. His fingers closed around the paper, and his pulse quickened. It was Claire's handwriting—unmistakable and hurried, the script of someone who knew they had little time.

'Oh, my love.

They've come for me.

They've one bullet saved.

To gun me down. 

Though in the ground.

My heart, for you, will stay.'

Grant's eyes darkened like storm clouds over the Pacific, his Californian ease giving way to an anxious tension. His thoughts raced, "Claire, why didn't you trust me? I would have helped you—protected you." 

"Tab," he began, voice low, urgency bleeding through the calm façade he struggled to maintain. "It's Claire. She..." He thrust the letter towards Talbert, who took it with a frown.

"Damn, that's poetic," Talbert's eyes scanned the letter, the playful spark usually residing in his dark blue eyes extinguishing momentarily. "Christ, it sounds like something out of Poe," he said gravely. "You know, 'The Raven' or 'The Tell-Tale Heart.' That sort of eerie eternal love that survives even death."

Grant could only nod, the comparison doing little to ease the tightness constricting his chest. He could picture Claire reciting such poetry, her voice tinged with that dark humor she wielded so deftly. But this... this was no mere verse. It was a foreboding message, a potential prelude to loss.

"Never took Doc for the poetic type," Talbert continued, a halfhearted attempt to lighten the mood. "Always figured her for straight talk and surgical precision."

"Poetry or not, this...this is her telling me goodbye," Grant replied, scanning the horizon, as if trying to pierce through enemy lines and find her. His heartbeat hammered in his chest, a steady rhythm of worry and desperation. It was unbearable. He couldn't lose her, not now, not when they had barely scratched the surface of what could be.

"Chuck, we gotta show this to someone- Winters or Nixon," Talbert urged, his voice low but insistent. "If she's in trouble—"

"No," Grant cut in sharply. "No one knows she's out there. If this gets out, she's as good as dead."

"Then what do you suggest we do?" Talbert asked, frustration seeping into his tone.

"First, we keep this between us," Grant said, determination setting into his jaw. "And then, we find her."

"Find her?" Talbert echoed incredulously. "Behind enemy lines?"

"Whatever it takes." Grant locked eyes with his friend, the letter clutched like a talisman in his fist. "She'd do the same for any of us. And I'm not leaving her to face whatever hell she's walking into alone."

"Dammit, Grant..." Talbert ran a hand through his hair, his expression torn. "This is insane."

"Maybe," Grant allowed, his resolve unwavering. "But, I love her."

The confession hung in the air between them, more potent than the smoke of battle or the stench of fear. It was absolute, irrevocable, and it sealed their course.

"I know you do, but we can't just—"

"Can and will," Grant interrupted, the determination steeling his voice. He stared at the letter again, the words a haunting promise. "Her heart stays for me, Tab. And mine won't rest until she's safe."

Talbert clapped him on the shoulder, a silent vow passing between them. "Then, I'm not letting you go alone. We're a dynamic duo, remember?"

Grant nodded, "Let's go find our girl."

With the letter safely tucked away near Grant's heart, they both knew the mission had changed. It was personal now, and Charles Grant wouldn't leave a single stone unturned in Holland until Claire O'Connor was found.

"Whatever it takes," he vowed silently, the letter's words etched in his mind. "I'm bringing you home, Claire."

[kimhargreeves]

Das Experiment- Josef Heiter x Reader

Summary: You along with your friends fly off to Germany hoping to spend a good time, but soon you're all kidnapped by a mad German Doctor who wants to make a cruel experiment but soon enough he starts to take a liking to you.

(Based on the movie: The Human Centipede from 2009. I know no one will read this but I decided to write on my favorite character of the movie. I truly enjoy the first movie and view it as more of a dark comedy than disturbing.)

Lindsay and Jenny continued to dress themselves up nicely, walking around back in forth in the hotel room and calling up to know if there were any bars or discos to visit. They were so desperate to find any men to sleep with tonight. "I don't quite understand what you just said." One of them said.

I sat far back on my bed and sighed to myself. Why did I even agree to this, my sister was supposed to come but she was extremely sick so she pressured me to come along with her friends.

It was a bit awkward for us since we don't exactly know each other that well to call each other friends. "So, you coming with us?"

"I don't want to but I need to go. My stupid sister despite being sick is getting on my nerves, she keeps asking for pictures."

"Alright then, let's go." Jenny said and grabbed her purse. We walked out of the hotel room and into a car she rented.

I sat in the back and stayed silent for most of the ride, until I noticed she was aimlessly driving around without knowing where she was going. "Maybe we should ask for directions."

"No, we have it right here.." Lindsay unfolded the paper which had a direction she wrote.

This made me laugh at them. "Are you serious? Who even goes to a foreign without knowing a bit of the language. Have you ever seen Hostel?" I ask them and they shrug their shoulders.

Soon enough it started to rain and the car was our of gas, we had to wait to get out because a perverted guy wouldn't leave and get on making disgusting comments. I only know a bit of Germany and what he was was sick.

"I knew I shouldn't have come."

"Will you quit being so pessimistic and come with us." Lindsay said as she exited the car. Jenny followed and I stayed inside for a minute, it was extremely dark and being along was getting scary.

Though staying in a car is a much better idea, there's nothing wrong with waiting until morning.

"(Y/N)! Get your ass out here and bring that damn flashlight you have." Jenny shouted. I huffed out angrily and started to run into the woods where they were going, I turned the flashlight on and we started walking in deeper.

"I think I spot a house." I said squinting my eyes to see a couple of lights on far ahead of us.

"We need to go! Ask for help."

"Hold on." I grab their clothes before they would run off. "Don't you think we gotta be careful? For all we know a lunatic can be living there."

Jenny and Lindsay's makeup were running down their faces and still like that, they kept on acting bitchy. So they began to run off and I had no choice but to follow them

Both of them began to harshly knock on the door. "Hello?! Please help us!" The door soon opened and a tall man with dark eyes and hard expression looked at us.

"Umm our car broke down, can we maybe come in and use the phone?" Jenny asked him. The man stayed quiet and looked at each of us. Does he understand English?

"Come in." So he does. The three of us walked inside and we're handed a towel, I sat far away from them on a small couch near a window and kept to myself again.

"Can we use the phone?"

"I'll call them for you." He said. I heard him inside the kitchen talking in German. "My name is doctor Josef Heiter.." I tried to hear some more but the rain made it impossible.

He came in with three glass of water, they each began to drink from it, but I wasn't feeling thirsty.

"..You have a nice home sir, do you live with your wife?" Lindsay asked when I caught her looking at at odd painting, of siamese people?

I remained silent and looked at the three of them do most of the talking. It was getting extremely uncomfortable, no one was talking, the fireplace was burning the woof but that was the only noise coming from the room.

The man was creepy to say the least. "Are you relatives?" We all shook our heads. I heard glass hit the floor and one of the girls freaked out when the doctor shouted something in German of course.

"We need to leave, he's freaking me out."

"I agree with you on that." I nodded my head and I looked at them concerned when they began to cough and hold onto their necks.

"Did you drink the water?" I whisper and saw their faces turn to shock when they knew what I meant when I asked them that.

"Did you make the call?" Lindsay asked when the doctor quickly came back in.

"No."

"Well? Can I make it?"

"No."

"What did you do to her?!" She asked when Jenny closed her eyes. Lindsay began to stand up until she hit the floor and tried to crawl away, the man grabbed a syringe and placed the needle in her neck.

I began to shake but it wasn't because of the cold. The German man looks at me intently and I can feel myself getting nervous, my palms got all sweaty and my throat was getting tighter. "You look like a woman I once knew back then."

I try my best to force a smile on my face, just try to relax. I have to try and not freak out. "O-Oh? She must've been lovely.."

His eyes darken when I said that. "She left me for another man so I sliced her up. She was one of my first failed experiment."

My eyes look over to see my friends laying on the floor unconscious. "What will you do to them...us?"

The German swiftly stood up and held another syringe in his hands. Screw this! I grabbed the nearest thing which was a lamp and threw it at his feet, I began to run across the house and found a room. It must be his.

"Someone help!" I shouted when I reached a glass door and tried to slide it open. I knew this was a bad idea! I slid the door open and when I started to run the man came from behind me and did the same, he pressed the needle on my neck and slowly my eyes started to close.

*********

I was woken up by Lindsay and Jenny crying and screaming for help. I realized we were tied up to a bed. "Where is he?"

"What?!"

"I said where the fuck is he?! If he's not here then maybe we can escape." I whisper looking at them who continued to freak out.

"How come you're so calm?!"

"Shut up!" I angrily shouted back being tired if them. "Freaking out will get us nowhere, we need to get out of these and use anything as a weapon."

I stopped talking when I heard footsteps coming down, it was him again and he had brought in a man. He was tied up like us. The doctor or Josef came back in wearing a doctor's white coat and put on a projector with some drawings.

"My name is Josef Heiter. I was a doctor known for separating Siamese twins. Six months ago I made an experiment with my Rottweilers, instead of separating I created. We start with cutting the ligaments of the kneecaps. Pulling from B to C. The lips from B and C and the anus of B and C."

"What the fuck."

I stared horrified at the disturbing drawings he was showing us, this is what he'll do to us. Holy fuck.

"Creating Siamese triplets. A human centipede." My blood ran cold and I knew we'd be fucked if we weren't to do something. Doctor Josef began coming to us, one by one to sleep us.

The Asian guy being first, then Jenny and I watched Lindsay beginning to get rid of the restraints. I watched her run away and the doctor angrily telling at her.

I heard the doctor pounding on a door and beginning to say some disturbing things, on what he would do to Jenny. As quickly as I could I also got out of being tied up and ran to try and find Jenny.

"(Y/N)! Run!!" Lindsay shouted when I was about to search for her. She ran past me so I quickly ran opposite of her and saw the doctor walking past with a gun in hand. I hid inside a closet and covered my mouth.

"Scheiße. Scheisse! Das passiert immer." I heard Josef say and walk past me.

Everything was silent when he left. The lights were out inside the house and I heard nothing but silence and the rain still from outside. I quietly opened the door and stepped out, being aware of my surroundings just in case.

I quietly started walking faster to where Lindsay was first hiding and found glass shattered on the floor. I didn't pay mind to that and ran across it and made it out. The pain was unbearable but this is nothing, he'll do us something even worse.

I heard grunting and I saw Lindsay bringing Jenny who was unconscious. "Are you crazy?! Leave her! We need to find the police, they'll come for her!" I shouted.

A loud bang was heard. I jumped when it was the sound of the gun, "Shit." I turned around and continued to run. I made it into the woods again and tripped over a few branches but got back up quick and continued.

I see the road up ahead! I felt a sharp pain on my back. I fell down to the floor and winced in pain. Someone turned me around with their feet and I spotted the doctor above me with a wicked smile on his face.

He knelt down and smiled. "I like you. Your actions are always so unexpected." He grabbed my face and made me look into his dark eyes.

"You'll be the last one." I closed my eyes and felt him lifting me up on pulling me back into his house.

[koolkat9]

EngIta Week 2022: Day 1

Yes I know it’s late, but school...you know?

@engitaweek2022

Prompt: Fear

Paring: EngIta with a little bit of GerFra

Rating: T

Word Count: 1560

I Must be Dreaming

He had gotten the call at work; it was a call no one ever wanted to get. It had been a normal day up until that point: boring, tiring, and full of paperwork. But on his lunch break, that all changed when he got a call from Francis. At first, Arthur was going to ignore it because it was Francis, and he was probably calling to rant and rave about having nothing to wear or breaking a nail or some other mild-annoyance. But something in the Brit’s gut told him to pick up, so he did.

“Feli was in an accident,” Francis’s voice came from the other end. Not even a ‘hi’ or ‘hello’ to soften the punch. Arthur was thankful he was seated, or else he would have crumpled to the floor.

“What?” Arthur breathed out after a moment.

“I’m not sure of the details. Ludwig and I are at the hospital now.”

“Hospital?!?”

“Oui…They’re asking for you to come in as soon as possible.”

Arthur swallowed the lump in his throat. Francis sounded…scared…desperate. It must have been really bad to have laid-back Francis so on edge. “I-I’m on my way.”

—

When Arthur arrived at Feliciano’s room, he saw Francis guiding a distraught Ludwig out of it. His stomach dropped as he noticed the German’s cheeks wet with tears. He had only seen Ludwig cry once, and that was at his father’s funeral. The situation must have been even worse than Arthur had originally thought. 

When Francis noticed that he arrived, he whispered to Ludwig before heading towards Arthur. 

“Wh-What happened? Is he okay? What’s going–”

“Shhh,” Francis hushed him softly. He took in a deep breath before continuing, “They aren’t sure on specifics quite yet, but it looks like someone ran a red light and…”

“Hit him,” Arthur said through gritted teeth, “What kind of sick bastard could do that? And they didn’t even stop?”

Francis grimaced. “Unfortunately, no.”

“God damn it,” Arthur roared, punching the wall before collapsing against it. “What are the doctors saying?” 

“I’ll tell you if you promise not to punch the wall again.”

“Francis,” Arthur spat, giving him the deadliest glare Francis had ever seen.

“It’s…I-It’s not looking good…”

Arthur slid down to the ground, burying his face in his hands. Feliciano. His light, his lover was being ripped away before his very eyes. Just when he finally felt he had found something that was stable, something he could call forever, now all of that was crumbling.

Francis placed a gentle hand on Arthur’s shoulder. “You should go in,” the Frenchman suggested, “I’d go with you, but I have to be with Ludwig right now…He’s…This has been…”

“Go to him,” Arthur said softly, “I’ll be okay.”

“Merci.” Giving Arthur a sad smile, Francis took off down the hall. 

Despite his friend's departure, Arthur remained seated on the floor, taking a few minutes to collect himself before heading in. With a deep breath, he heaved himself up and made his way into the room. Quietly, he entered, cautiously making his way over to the bed where his lover lay. As soon as he laid eyes on Feliciano’s sleeping face, head and arms wrapped in bandages and hooked up to all kinds of machines, Arthur lost it. Collapsing into the chair situated by Feliciano’s bed, the Brit just started sobbing into his hands. Any words Arthur wanted to say, to scream out to whatever deity there was could not fully express the agony and fear that gripped him. So instead of speaking, he just kept wailing.

—

Arthur came every day. He had arranged with his boss to be given some remote projects so he could be at the hospital for as long as he was allowed to. The doctors doubted Feliciano would wake up, and although Arthur coloured himself as a pessimist most of the time, he didn’t want to believe Feliciano was dying. So every day, he sat beside his lover’s bed, occasionally working on projects for work while waiting for any sign Feliciano was going to be okay.  

After a month and a half of hospital visits and little progress, Arthur was starting to prepare himself for the worst. Still, he went every day and sat beside Feliciano’s unconscious body. But on a particular, cold December day, something drastically changed. 

Arthur had arrived at the hospital at ten in the morning as he usually did. He greeted the receptionist with a curt 'hello' like always before heading up to Feliciano’s room. When he arrived, swarms of hospital staff were rushing in, out, and around the Italian’s room. ‘He’s gone,’ Arthur thought, his blood running cold. He felt as though he was going to be sick or pass out or maybe both, but then a familiar voice called his name.

A nurse Arthur had befriended during his visits came barreling towards him. “ Arthur,” she cheered, “Mr. Vargas…H-He’s awake!”

Arthur watched wide-eyed as a string of doctors, nurses, and other medical staff came out, disbelief and relief written all over their faces. No…it couldn’t be possible. After two months with no hope of Feliciano making it, he had now woken up? It was another one of his many dreams where everything turned out okay. It had to be. Arthur couldn’t go through it again. He couldn’t bear to see his lover okay only to wake up to Feliciano’s practically lifeless body. 

“Go on,” the nurse said, “He wants to see you.”

Arthur’s throat tightened. Dream or not, he couldn’t say no to Feliciano’s request. With a deep breath, he carefully opened the door. 

Arthur was sure this had to be a dream now, that or he was seeing his lover’s angel. Basked in the golden light of the sun filtering in, Feliciano was practically glowing with an even brighter smile to match. It was as if the accident had never happened. 

“Amore Mio, why are you crying?” Feliciano asked, voice hoarse from not having used it for almost two months. 

“Wha…” Arthur lifted a hand to his cheek only to find it wet with tears. “Please tell me this isn’t a dream…”

The Italian laughed, and Arthur swore his heart was going to burst. Without a second thought, he was in the bed beside Feliciano, holding onto him so tightly out of fear his lover would disappear if he loosened his grip even slightly. He just wept in Feliciano’s embrace; pride and embarrassment were thrown out the window. 

The Italian tensed at the sudden contact before quickly reciprocating, rubbing a soothing hand up and down Arthur’s back. “Hey…Hey, it’s okay,” Feliciano murmured, “Shhhh, I’m okay.” 

“No…you aren’t…y-you almost–”

“But I didn’t,” Feliciano quickly interjected, his own fear flashing in his eyes. 

“Thank God,” Arthur mumbled wetly into the crook of his lover’s neck. For a few minutes, they just held each other, too scared to let go and lose each other again. Arthur cried, and Feliciano did his best to soothe him, but he only became emotional himself. Soon, both were in tears. 

“You’re thinner,” Feliciano noted with a sniff, “When I get out of here, I’m making you a big meal, and you’re eating it all.”

Arthur chuckled weakly. Finally, something he could look forward to. The past month and a half without Feliciano were like hell, devoid of happiness, warmth, and love. Arthur had always known Feliciano was his light and gave him the strength to keep living, but almost losing the Italian made that fact much clearer. He wasn’t going to take Feliciano for granted ever again; he would be more honest and loving towards him, pride be damned. “Feliciano I…” but Arthur was interrupted by a doctor entering the room.

Awkwardly she coughed. “Forgive my intrusion,” the doctor said, “but I just have to check in with you, ask a few questions, and then you can rest okay?”

“Okay,” Feliciano replied, a bit too cheerily for someone that was near death just a day before. 

Reluctantly, Arthur got up from the bed and seated himself in the chair he always sat in. He watched absentmindedly as the doctor checked Feliciano’s bandages, only catching parts of the questions she asked and the answers Feliciano gave. Arthur was still in the process of coming to terms with the fact Feliciano was alive, awake, and looked to be well on his way to a successful recovery. It was too good to be true. Too wrapped up in his thoughts and his lover’s smile, the Brit didn’t even hear the doctor bid them farewell, before heading out of the room.  

“What is it?” Feliciano asked Arthur after the doctor departed.

“I’m just…so thankful,” Arthur admitted, sitting down on the bed once more, “I love you so, so much, and I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”

Feliciano’s cheeks flushed a deep red as a wide grin spread across his face. “Ti amo anch'io. Così tanto.”

Arthur returned to his position in Felciano’s arms. For the first time in about two months, Arthur felt safe with his ear against Feliciano’s steady heartbeat. It wasn’t long before his eyelids felt heavy, and sleep tugged at him. He resisted at first, not wanting to fall asleep when Feliciano was still awake, but when his lover’s breath evened out, Arthur finally gave in. “Sleep well my love,” he murmured before everything went dark. 

Translation:

Ti amo anch'io. Così tanto. = I love you. So much. 

[naucaruni]

Just, you know German fucking politics.

If I hear another person say that all of the parties, all of the policians are equally bad than I might start screaming.

Laschet ordered the police clearing of protestors from the Hambacher forest with the excuse of a fire hazard which, suprise suprise, turned out to be fucking illegal because there never was a freaking fire hazard. He needed a pretext to clear the forest so that the coal company RWE that is proven to have politicians from his party on their pay roll could cut down the forest for another coal mine.

This is the top candidate from the Union, the partie that out chancellor Merkel is from.

And then we have Scholz. Scholz who allowed the use of emetics for the preservation of evidence in drug cases which killed a teenager in the early 2000s and was ruled to go against humans right by the fucking EU court. Scholz who is apart of one of the biggest finance scandals of the last decades because his ministry just, you know, forgot to demand the 30.000.000€ back that the Wartburg Bank obtained through tax fraud which his fucking ministry knew. They knew that they could demand the money back but they didn't untill the point where they couldn't anymore because the fucking claim on that money got statute barred.

This is the dude that the SPD, the strongest partie to come out if this election wants to be out new chancellor.

To compare these two, who should be behind god damned bars, to Bearbock, whose only "crime" was to slightly better up her resume and not be all that competent in her election campaign is just ridiculous on so many levels that I don't even know where to start. These things are not equal. They have never been equal.

If you have a few hours time and half way decent German than please, go watch the political videos of der dunkle Parabelritter on YouTube, or check out the three part video essay that Rezo made for this election. There is so much wrong in German politics, way more than people realize and this pessimistic they are all equally bad attitude isn't actually helping anybody

[nico-other-ocs-blog]

Template made by @cursebreaker-lilith

BASICS

Name: Johnny Tazar Jr

Nicknames: T, TJ, Dragon boy, Jr and killer

Name Meaning: Eh he was just named after his original faceclaim, Johnny Depp

Gender:

Pronouns: he/they

Age: 15

Birthday: October 31st 1879

Zodiac: Scorpio

Blood Status: Half-blood

Ethnicity/Nationality: well his mother is German so I want to say he’s German and his nationality Irish because the dragons reside in the Irish mountains but it’s hidden by elf magic so it looks like it’s just mountains but there’s ruins, caves and houses for those who prefer to stay in human form. It’s a whole city with the dragons

Sexuality: aro-bi

Appearance

Body:

Height: 5’4 in his teen years- 6’2 in his adult years

Build:

Eyes: forest green

Hair: his hair color is brown

Skin: beige

Misc: [scars, birthmarks, glasses, etc] he has a few scars running across his chest from playing with his siblings, he’s got a scar running across his face from one of his many fights, he has scales running down his back and wrapping around his right leg, his eyes also stay the same as his dragon form and he has glasses

Material Items:

Clothing:

Accessories: A watch that Logan made for them, a bracelet he made out of his scales and a necklace he got from his fysthe (let’s just say that’s what father means in dragon tongue and totally not me misspelling father that bad)

In their school bag: A notebook, a pen, a few books like the nerd he is, a bag of treats for his dog, Lucky, an axe (don’t ask how it fits in there nobody knows) and a dagger

Reference:

Face Claim: teen years and adult years, Cillian Murphy

Voice Claim: Cillian Murphy

Personality

Traits:

+ [list of positive traits] ambitious, passionate, loyal, independent

+/— [list of neutral traits] sarcastic, pessimist, antisocial, carefree

— [list of negative traits] hothead, impatient, arrogant, blunt

Description:

Johnny is very hot headed and don’t tell him that he’s hot headed because he’ll just go off on a rant of how he’s not a hot head. Johnny also hates being called TJ as that’s what his mom calls him and he hates his mom.

Other:

Likes: chopping wood, his dad, sketching, writing and building

Dislikes: his mom, a group of orcs not too far away from his city and most humans cause of their mom

Alignment: lawful evil

Hogwarts

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Extracurriculars:

Clubs: Magical creatures club, dragon club (of course) and astronomy club

Quidditch: yeah he’s a seeker

Prefect or Head Boy/Girl: he somehow managed to be head boy and he was a prefect also

Best Classes:

Flying class because he’s a dragon I would be disappointed if the dragon didn’t know how to fly on a damn broom when they have to learn how to stabilize themselves in the air when they have giant wings flapping next to them.

Potions class because he compares it to cooking for his father when he was bed bound

Alchemy because why not, he likes it

Worst Classes:

Charms class mostly because he hates it very much

Herbology even if he spends a lot of time in the forest, he still isn’t used to screaming mandrakes plus those earmuffs ain’t doing shit to block the noise for him

Favorite Professors:

Professor [description of why] well he’s an hphl oc so I can’t decide this for now

Least Favorite Professors:

Professor [description of why] well he’s an hphl oc so I can’t decide this for now

Magic

Wand: black walnut, dragon heartstrings and 8 1/2 inches

It was said that black walnut was one of the three wand woods that worked well with alchemy and the dragon heartstring is just a pun

Special Abilities: [legillimens, occlumency, parseltongue, curses, etc] a golden lab animagus, he’s a necromancer, ancient magic, chaos magic, alchemy manipulation, alchemy, animal magic and much more that I don’t feel like writing

Boggart

Form: his dad in front of him dead with his mother laughing like a maniac

Riddikulus: their father and them making potions together

Patronus

Form: a Rottweiler

Memory: watching his father make him his necklace, the last thing they did together before his father fell ill for a few years

FAMILY

Father: Johnny Tazar Sr

His faceclaim is Tony Goldwyn

Johnny Sr is the dragon chief of the Irish mountains that they reside in.

Johnny Sr is a full dragon unlike his son

He is also a dragon rider and likes to fly around on his dragon when he’s not bed bound because of the poison in his veins.

He definitely doesn’t approve of Jr being a mercenary but there’s not much he can do while he’s bed bound besides tell his guards to watch over his son for him

#1 ex wife hate

His eyes stay the same in his human for like they are in his dragon form

Mother: Chloe Barns

Ima make this short and quick. She’s a bad mother, she tried to kill Johnny Sr which is why he was bed bound for a few years and her faceclaim is Allison Janney

Older Brother: Joseph Tazar

His faceclaim is David Mazouz

Joseph is the middle child between the three of them and he despises it because Sam is 10 years older than them so he bounced as soon as he got the chance too. And Johnny is the youngest so he usually gets ignored which leaves Joseph with caring for his father the most out of the three of them

When Joseph isn’t caring for his father he is most likely helping around in the city or flying around in his dragon form

Speaking for dragon forms, while in his human form Joseph has scales running across his face and his nails are shaper that a normal humans

Oldest brother: Sam Tazar

Sams faceclaim is Cameron Monaghan

Sam came from his fathers previous marriage with a lovely women named Samantha, she sadly died a few years before Joesph was born

Even though Sam isn’t around much he still visits to help his younger brothers with their ill father and help around the city whenever he gets the chance too

While in his human form Sam eyes stay the same as his dragon form which is just like his fathers eyes

Pets:

Her name is lucky and she’s a golden lab who Johnny loves very much

A horse named Port and Johnny loves him very much also

FRIENDS

Best Friends:

Ima put Lillian down as his best friend since that’s the first friend they ever made in the human realm @camillejeaneshphm

Good Friends:

Atticus because why not, talking to Lillian leads you to her lover friend @hphmmatthewluther

@hogwartsmysteryho Nolan because Johnny somehow got stuck with showing all the first years around even if he himself was only a second year

Friends:

Person [description of relationship]

Dormmates:

Maybe Nolan because Johnny has nobody in his dorm and from what I’m seeing everyone is making their oc a Ravenclaw

Enemies:

Let me know if you want our ocs to be enemies

[gentlemen-of-lies]

Gentlemen of Lies, chapter 6

Hart to Hart

(Next chapter)

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“The next person on the list to check out is Lisa Hartley,” explained Owen the following morning. They were at a nicer café near Owen’s flat rather than the below average sandwich shop that served Curt’s hostel. Owen passed a file across the table they were sitting at, a more detailed overview of Lisa Hartley. Curt skimmed through it, already uninterested by the contents. “Previously a code-breaker at Bletchley, now she works as a receptionist. Good motive, as well as experience with secret codes, which is useful as a mole.”

“I suppose, but it says here she only speaks English and German. Not Russian. Surely that would be important.”

“Perhaps, but there’s every possibility she could have lied about not knowing Russian. Or maybe she still manages to feed them information without the need to speak the language.” Curt noted the lack of some sort of insult at Curt’s intelligence for not working that out himself. Was Owen starting to warm up to him? Hopefully. It would make his job a little easier, or at least less of a nuisance.

“So I’ll follow her after work, yeah?” Asked Curt. Owen shrugged his shoulders.

“If you want,” he said, utterly unbothered by the whole thing apparently. God, he was so annoying to deal with.

“Do you even wanna solve this case?” Curt demanded, slamming the file back on the table. Owen grabbed it and put it back inside his coat jacket.

“Jesus, Curt, why don’t you show the file to everyone in the café? This case isn’t mine, you were assigned to it by your agency for your own gain. Do you think I want to stay out of it? I would have solved it by now if I didn’t have to babysit you.”

“Oh shut up, you’re not some world famous spy, I haven’t seen you do shit. You’re all talk, no action. Whereas I’ve actually been doing my job.”

“Congratulations on doing the bare minimum. I’m busy, I have other cases to solve. So you go and continue you’re little game of hide and seek. Call me when you’ve actually solved something, if you ever do.” Owen stood up, deposited some coins, and left Curt sitting there with half a cup of tea unfinished (shaking it up a bit from all the coffee he was drinking which was making him very jittery; not a good state to be in as a spy).

“Bastard,” Curt replied under his breath, though still loud enough for Owen to hear him. Owen paid no attention, and soon Curt was sitting alone in the café, trying to move past his negative feelings towards his “partner” so he could focus on his own plans for the day. Since he couldn’t go to Lawson’s flat until late at night, he had the whole day to follow another suspect, so he supposed following Lisa wouldn’t be too much of a drain on his resources, even if he did want to follow Lawson instead. But then he thought about Owen, about how he had wanted to follow Owen as well, since he really was beginning to distrust him. Maybe he had put himself on the case to throw anyone off of him being the mole. It was certainly a plausible theory.

But, shit. Owen had left three minutes ago, soon to be four. He’d left it too late to follow him, and he had no idea where he was headed today. He didn’t even know which building Owen worked in.

Curt quickly got up, and left the shop. The street they were on was quite long, and he’d seen Owen walk to the right through the front window. Maybe it wasn’t too late for him to catch up. Curt looked to the right. He didn’t see Owen. But there was a one way street at the end. If he ran, he might be able to spot which direction Owen had headed down.

At the end of the street, thirty seconds later, Curt looked to the left- saw nothing- then to the right- and spotted Owen’s dark red jacket rounding a corner. One more quick sprint, as silently as he could, and Curt finally had Owen back in his sight. Looks like he had a new suspect to follow.

————

Curt trailed Owen from a distance, even more cautiously than he did with the other suspects. He definitely didn’t want to get caught in this instance. But Owen was none the wiser, and he ambled down the road, as if he had no care in the world. It was easy to follow him.

Around twenty minutes later, Owen (and Curt) arrived at the MI6 building on Westminster Bridge Road. It was an oddly long walk for Owen to take without hailing a bus, or a cab or something. Especially since he said he was busy. Didn’t look very busy to Curt.

Curt couldn’t enter the building, at least not yet, it was too risky otherwise. But at least he now knew the building that Owen worked in. Certainly a useful piece of information that Curt could use.

Half an hour later, Curt was tired of sitting around doing nothing. He had a lot to do, he just didn’t know what to do first. Perhaps he could enter the building, he was part of the secret intelligence after all, even if it wasn’t the British one. He could ask for files on Owen if it aided the case... but surely Owen would find out about that since he was on the case too. Damn. He couldn’t exactly break in to the MI6 building... could he?

‘Don’t be stupid,’ Curt told himself. ‘You’ve already got a flat to break into tonight.’ Besides, Curt was nowhere near the level of skill to break into a government facility on his own. Especially in broad daylight. But if nothing came up with Lawson’s flat, there was no harm in making some sort of plan to get a hold of Owen’s files.

Curt couldn’t stay there all day, eventually he’d get noticed, and besides, he didn’t want to sit still for hours anyway. There wasn’t a lot for him to do until five pm at least, so he decided to go to Lisa’s building where she worked as a receptionist and try and strike up a conversation with her. His flirting- if you could call it that- with Miss Lowe from his hostel had hopefully sharpened him up, and he’d be a little more winning with Lisa.

Lisa Hartley worked within the US Embassy, which for Curt was an ideal location. He wouldn’t exactly be out of place; he could just pretend he was an American looking for citizenship. All he had to do now was decide whether he’d follow her or Owen, since he couldn’t do both at the same time. Not that he had any idea what time Owen was going to leave work. In fact, leaving Westminster basically meant that Curt didn’t have much choice but to stick with Lisa. Fine. He at least knew where Owen worked, he could trail him another day. He’d take today to do what he was ordered to do, or at least until it got dark and he headed off to break into a man’s flat.

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“Hi there, where do I go to see someone about citizenship?” Asked Curt to the woman at the embassy’s reception. He had arrived a few minutes ago, and the lady in front of him looked him up and down. She was pretty, dark brown hair done up in a neat hairstyle that every woman seemed to have. As with Miss Lowe, Curt tried to appear as suave as possible. But once again, it didn’t seem to do much.

“Do you have an appointment?” Asked Hartley.

“Uh, no. I didn’t know I had to make one.” She looked at him like he was an idiot, a look he was unwillingly beginning to get used to.

“Then I’m sorry, sir, I can’t let you through.”

“Aw, come on. I came all the way here. There ain’t anything you can do?” Perhaps his over exaggerated accent would work to soften her up a bit, but she stayed as uptight as ever.

“I can book an appointment for you, but you won’t see anyone today. Tomorrow at the earliest.”

“Sure, go ahead.” He didn’t want to make an appointment, in fact that would add in a real complication. He’d have to miss the appointment, sneak out of the building some way without Hartley noticing him. But he could still turn up tomorrow, try to talk to her a little more. Not that she seemed too much of a talker. Within five minutes of arriving, Curt had to say “good day” and find himself back on the grey-bricked street.

He could understand Lisa’s clearly pessimistic overview of life in general, and was the reason she was a suspect in the first place. She’d been important during the war, really important. A part of the code-breaking effort at Bletchley, probably very intelligent if she was part of the secret service in the first place. But now here she was, working as an unknown receptionist, telling idiots like Curt that they had to book an appointment in order to enter the building. Even if she wasn’t the mole, she was no doubt angry at the government.

Curt stood on the pavement for a minute or two. He couldn’t go back to the MI6 building, since Owen could have already left, and Curt would be waiting out there for hours, growing more and more suspicious to the surrounding people.

A break then? He wasn’t much in a position to take breaks, but he didn’t have much of a choice. He’d go back to his hostel and kill a few hours working out his plan for the night.

Either way, whether he failed to find much on Owen and Lisa, one way or another, he was getting information on Lawson by the end of the night. And would hopefully be one step closer to solving the case, preferably without Owen’s help.

[obeymematches]

Hello! May I request for a matchup?

I am a bisexual, Demigirl ENFP-T personality type.

I'd say I'm somewhat independent but would love to have someone by my side to happily live with, I find trust as something that is very important and due to past reasons it can be difficult to earn my full trust. I try to always be a reasonable and mature person, but I can get irritated at a few things (like LGBTQ+ discrimination, racism or plain asshole stupidity) that can tick off a temper, but usually I'm a person of patience, though if I do get really angry then I'm gonna also end up having a mental breakdown later -. I'm fine with waiting and am usually very forgiving. Religiously I'm an atheist, technically ex-christian due to family reasons. I come from Estonia, so I'm bilingual with English and Estonian but am also learning Russian and German. (Thinking of learning Japanese one day too)

I'm a rather fidgety person, fingers always have to be doing something, I can also have rather terrible memory sometimes with things and can forget.

I have low self confidence and self worth, usually struggle to be optimistic and can be rather emotional, also often an absolute empath when it comes to fictional characters for example.

I can be a workaholic and can be terrible at taking care of myself, I easily lose track of time and can forget to eat at times, also have a fuzzy appetite so sometimes I might not want to eat anything at all. I care alot about other people's well being though, for me appearance doesn't matter, I care for the personality and think everyone is beautiful in their own way. I am a short chubby brunette with a boy haircut and brown eyes, my hair is often thick and poofy and sometimes hell to take care of, due to some health reasons I have an itchy scalp and have to often scratch my head. My fashion depends on just if the clothes are comfortable to wear in the moment, that's it. I wear glasses due to a bit of a negative in my sight.

I sometimes struggle to have a balanced sleep schedule and am often stressed.

I hold a strong love for animals and the nature around us. I especially love cats and reptiles and own a cat and a leopard gecko who I would die for.

Fiction is an important part of my life, the moment I get interested in in some show or franchise you can expect me to become an absolute nerd for it, (good example is Pokemon.) I am the type to analyze characters and really care about everything. Books, shows, movies, theatre, anything goes. I really also love music, 60% of the time you can find me listening to music somewhere, maybe even singing, I multitask alot too. My music taste depends on what connections I make to fictional media, especially that of my own, aka stories and characters I've created. My mind is always going like a 1000km/h with all types of thoughts, my own fictional universe only keeps expanding which I wish to share with the world. My dream is to become a writer one day, which I'm very passionate about, and another thing I really want to do one day is travel the world. I also do some art and animation, but intend to keep it as a hobby on the side.

I'm an ambivert, shy and hesitant around new people especially those of higher authority and importance, but incredibly outgoing with the people I'm familiar and comfortable with, never getting tired from them. Affection starved, expect lots of hugs, not that much into PDA tho. For me first impression matter, on my part, I am quick to think that people hate me or are annoyed with me.

Even with my fuzzy appetite I do like food, especially of strong flavour, I tend to seem to like asian or Italian food alot. I'd say I'm decent and cooking but not very good at baking.

Minimalistic, not very demanding when it comes to anything, it's basically like "Better than nothing." would be the type to live in a rather small house one day. Somewhat organized in my own way, sometimes I can act a little OCD though when something is out of place in a manner that it's just - no.

I can be rather talkative, when getting in a conversation with me expect to talk for hours about all types of things, wherever the conversation goes. Even better when it's over a cup of tea or a long walk somewhere outside.

I usually try to be as polite and kind as possible, though I sometimes struggle, I always try to have hope for the world, despite my incredibly pessimistic mindset.

For a partner, I look for someone I can geniuenly be happy and comfortable with, someone I can be open with and not worry about being lied to. I would be incredibly loyal to them and I'd hope them to be as well, of course, I don't get jealous or worked up if they're hanging out with friends. I want them to also be happy, someone I feel like I could spend the rest of my life with. Someone who'd be okay with traveling and seeing the world with, someone I can just have a moment to relax with, sometimes just talk and listen to eachother. Like stated before the appearance for me doesn't matter, it's the personality- what's inside that does. I shall note, the harmless teasing can get to me. Someone who's a geniuenly good person despite whatever flaws they might have.

I hope this is long enough ^^

Hi my dear patient anon! 

guess what time it is!✨

i put a read more because it’s one long post! 

OK so as I read through your request I had Levi, Belphie, Beel and Satan on my mind. Though Belphie is out of the picture fast since you have low self-esteem and if anyone then he probably would take advantage of that. Satan too I think. (I know in general he is viewed as an overall good boy but i feel like he might scare someone with low confidence levels when he is at his worst. also he can be manipulative too if there is a situation)

wait- damn- Simeon also exists (also Mammon? though with him and you it’d be a very rough start)

so after some elimination and comparison between dynamics including Simeon, Levi and Beel I decided to match you with Levi but I highly encourage befriending the other two!  ✨ Simeon because of the similar interests + excellent cooking and Beel because he is a mom-friend + you’d always have something to eat too if he is your friend! 

phew it wasn’t an easy decision but here it is! 

Okay so let’s see Levi

Okay first things first I think we need to change your level of confidence my friend. Which means starting off this relationship as friendship - honestly he is on the same page as you regarding this for similar reasons so you two can relate to the other. But once you gain a healthy amount of sense of self-worth + confidence I think this friendship could develop into a very loving and healthy relationship! 

Just because he is a demon I don’t think he would use you, lie to you, manipulate you or anything similar to that. I mean you have similar interests and in canon Levi shows just the bare minimum of interest to someone whose lifestyle + likes aren’t similar to his. Also you’re his only friend besides Henry so why would he treat you bad I mean come on!!! he’s not stupid!! 

Since your relationship is based on being friends trust will come in time, do not worry! Levi is also picky when it comes to ppl so again as you are in the same boat you understand the other deeply. 

I mean Levi can be serious when the situation calls for it but in general you being with him would give you a nice balance with your maturity. He’s not childish but he has different approaches! Meaning he could learn from you but you could also learn from him! 

Tbh i highly doubt he would ever tick you off either or purpose or not. He is mostly annoyed by stupid ppl (like Mammon) and normies but since you are also into anime you’re safe!  

You having an interest in languages is something he will find fun! if i recall in the devildom there’s only one language? (they speak human for you though) so finding out about human world lore like that through you is going to be fun! also pls learn Japanese with him! (pretty sure he already knows so he could help you practice)

Okay so he can also spiral down due to lack of self-worth + self-love but as his friend you’re not supposed to let that happen!! 

well he also tends to forget about himself but on a side note he is very caring about you and your health so he is faster at taking care of you than himself. That’s why you have to look after the other especially at first when both of your self-worth levels are so low. 

pls tell him he is beautiful he will be flustered for the rest of the day but it’s worth it trust me

he absolutely finds glasses cute af he just has to look at you and !!!  

He’s not big into fashion either, though he would love to cosplay with you so hopefully you are ok with wearing cosplay sometimes!

Also your workaholic tendencies might get to him sometimes? like i’m not saying he is lazy but for sure he could do better. Thanks to your influence he will do better! 

the two of you gushing over fictional characters is just so cute;; think about that!! 

ok he is your #1 supporter of becoming a writer!! pls let him be your beta reader aaaaa

well both of you are passionate so the emount of encouragement happening in this relationship is to die for

him being a shut-in means he’s not very big on traveling, but if he could go with you he’s quick to change his mind! 

he also has trouble balancing a healthy sleep schedule but that just means you two can spend more time together so it’s a win-win situation

pls leave your cat with Satan when you visit Levi’s room because of Henry :( your gecko is more than welcome though!!! 

okay he is also affection starved af but he would never initiate to save his life so here you being an ambivert is helpful!! also it leaves you space to tease him which is always fun! 

regarding food you have a nice balance going on, he is more of a baker and you are the opposite! though cooking/baking with the other is always fun!! when he notices your lack of eating he will make sure to order/bake delicious food from the human world for you! 

well he isn’t the messiest so hopefully your OCd wouldn’t kick in when you spend time in his room. I like to HC that he is actually very clean. If anything is out of place in his room it is because it was meant to be there. Or he was in a hurry. 

about long walks outside you’d probably have to nag him a bit but soon he will realize that it’s actually not so bad.

bby is one of the most loyal demons out there so no worries you’re safe!! however he can be jealous easily so it’s nice that you are also loyal! just make sure to clear boundaries before establishing a relationship! 

he’s not one to tease you but he is very into you teasing him, so that’s that

overall i don’t think this relationship would have huge conflicts - sure, you have to nag him about going out but he is not going to protest once he learns that it’s actually. fun. to go out sometimes. i’m more concerned about the two of you’s self-worth and confidence levels, but again it’s about what you do for growth and it’s not something that can’t be changed if you want to change it. besides these i think it’s a very healthy relationship and you both can be yourselves!  

[mccmads]

HOLY SHIT IS THAT [ KATHERINE LANGFORD ]?! OH, WAIT IT’S JUST [ MADISON MCCARTHY ]. DAMN, [ SHE/HER ] LOOKS GOOD FOR [ 25 ], GOOD THING THAT THEY’RE [ QUESTIONING THEIR SEXUALITY ], I MIGHT HAVE A CHANCE. I HEAR THAT THEY CALL THEM THE [ SPAZ ] OF THE [ SOUTH-SIDE ]. I GUESS THAT’S BECAUSE THEY’RE [ ANXIOUS ] AND [ HIGH-STRUNG ]. BUT I DON’T THINK A LOT OF PEOPLE KNOW THAT THEY’RE ALSO [ CARING ] AND [ VIRTUOUS ]. CAN’T WAIT TO SEE WHAT KIND OF TROUBLE [ LISSA/25+/CST ]

01.  BASICS

Full Name: Madison Alice McCarthy 

Nickname: Mads, Madi, IronHeart89 (username)

Sex/Gender: Female

Birthday: August 9th

Age: Twenty

Astrological Sign: Leo

Occupation: Excelsior! comic shop.

Spoken Languages: English

Sexual Orientation: Unsure

Birthplace: Detriot, MI

Relationship status: Single

02. PHYSICAL TRAITS

Hair Color/Style: Brunette

Eye Color: Blue Green

Face Claim: Katherine Langford

Height:5 ft 4 in

Weight:132 lbs

Tattoos: None

Piercings: None

Unique Attributes: —

Defining Gestures/Movements: Wringing hands together, biting nails, twirling hair

Posture: Fidgety

03. PERSONALITY TRAITS

Pet Peeves: None

Hobbies/Interests: Reading, Drawing

Special Skills/Abilities: Blowing things out of proportion

Likes: Reading, Drawing, Watching movies, listening to music, being online

Dislikes: Social events

Insecurities: Literally everything

Quirks/Eccentricities: Has severe anxiety and some OCD’s, usually covers her arms to hide old cuts from attempted suicide

Strengths: She’d very giving and understanding, good listener.

Weaknesses: Her brother

Speaking Style: Usually a little stutter-y or quiet.

Temperament: Light and happy but very quickly anxious 

04. FAMILY & HOME

Immediate Family: Matthew and Melissa (parents), Mason (twin brother)

How do they feel about their family?: Madison loves her family but she knows that she’s too much to handle due to her mental illness so she tries to keep things from them. She mostly feels like a burden so when the opportunity to move out with Mason came up, she took it immediately.

How does their family feel about them?: Her parents love her but her issues did bring a lot of discord into their relationship. Regardless, her nearest and dearest has always been her brother, Mason, and they get along very well. 

Pets: Mason’s german shepard named Axel.

Where do they live?: On the Southside with her brother

Description of their home: A small and simple apartment on the Southside with Mason.

Description of their bedroom: Everything is cleaned, neat, tidy, and in a specific space.

05. THIS OR THAT

Introvert or Extrovert?

Optimist or Pessimist?

Leader or Follower?

Confident or Self-Conscious?

Cautious or Careless?

Religious or Secular?

Passionate or Apathetic?

Book Smarts or Street Smarts?

Compliments or Insults?

Pajamas or Lingerie?: 

06. FAVORITES

Favorite Color: Purple

Favorite Clothing Style/Outfit: Jeans (pants, never shorts), long sleeve shirts, usually a hoodie or a jean jacket. Hair is almost always down. 

Favorite Bands/Songs/Type of Music: She literally listens to everything under the sun and has no specific type that she likes more than others. 

Favorite Movies: Any Marvel or DC movie, All things nerd

Favorite Books: Literally all of them, books are her favorite items. 

Favorite Foods/Drinks: Pizza, root beer

Favorite Sports/Sports Teams: Doesn’t watch sports

Favorite Time of Day: Night

Favorite Weather/Season: Fall

Favorite Animal: Sloth

07. MISCELLANEOUS

Fears/Superstitions: She’s afraid of spiders, most bugs, car accidents, flying, being alone in the dark, walking under ladders, ghosts, sharks, drowning, and most forms of social interaction.

Political Views: Supports human rights. 

Addictions: Biting her nails, taking her anxiety meds

Best School Subject: English, Science

Worst School Subject: Math

School Clubs/Sports: Joined her brother for a short time as a cheerleader but quit because she could B-E aggressive. 

How does he get money?: Madison has had many jobs that she’s never lasted at. She stays until her anxiety gets too overwhelming and then she runs away. Currently she’s working at Excelsior! and also manages her own webpage 

How is she with technology? Most of the time, her source of communication with the world is through her phone or laptop so she’s very good with them. 

08. PAST & FUTURE

Fondest Memory: Moving in with Mason. She was upset about hearing her parents argue over her and he bought her pizza and they watched movies and it made her feel like she wasn’t a complete failure as a kid.

Deepest, Darkest Secret: She claims she wasn’t trying to kill herself when she cut her arms back in high school but she was. 

Dream Vacation: Anywhere with a beach

Best thing that has ever happened to this character: Starting her anxiety meds.

Worst thing that has ever happened to this character: The night she went to her boyfriend’s Junior prom, and the night three weeks later when her friend killed herself.

What do they want to be when they grow up?: Normal

Perfect Date: Watching a movie because then they don’t have to talk.

[firefightingryan]

HOLY SHIT IS THAT [ JAY HAYDEN ]?! Oh, wait it’s just [ RYAN HAYES ]. Damn, [ HE ] looks good for [ 31 ], good thing that they’re [ PANSEXUAL ], I might have a chance. I hear that they call them the [ HERO ] of the [ NORTH SIDE ]. I guess that’s because they’re [ HONOURABLE ] and [ COMPASSIONATE ]. But I don’t think a lot of people know that they’re also [ IMPULSIVE ] and [ WORKAHOLIC ]. Can’t wait to see what kind of trouble [ LU/24/PST/ ] will bring.

01.  BASICS

Full Name: Ryan Hayes Nickname: Hayes Sex/Gender: Cis Male Birthday: Sept 15 Age: 31 Astrological Sign: Virgo Occupation: Firefighter Spoken Languages: English, Korean, ASL Sexual Orientation: Pansexual Romantic Orientation: Panromantic, leaning towards men for the time being Hometown/Raised In: Seattle, WA Relationship status: Divorced

02. PHYSICAL TRAITS

Hair Color/Style: Black Eye Color: Brown Face Claim: Jay Hayden Height: 6′ or 183 cm Weight: 167 lb or 76 kg Tattoos: N/A Piercings: N/A Unique Attributes: He’s partially Deaf, so he wears hearing aids, but won’t always disclose this with everyone. Defining Gestures/Movements: N/A Posture: Good

03. PERSONALITY TRAITS

Pet Peeves: People who think they’re above everyone else, people who don’t use their turning signal. Hobbies/Interests: Baseball, Tennis, Comics. Special Skills/Abilities: Endurance. Likes: Gummy bears, movies, sleeping in (which never ever happens), stargazing with his daughter, coffee. Dislikes: Weak wi-fi, sticky hands, the cold Insecurities: Not knowing why his wife left, missing something when people speak Quirks/Eccentricities: N/A Strengths: Finding the silver lining. Weaknesses: Being impulsive. Speaking Style: Calm. Temperament: Calm.

04. FAMILY & HOME

Immediate Family: Daughter, Sophia, 4 ½ years old. How do they feel about their family? All he really has is his daughter. His parents died when he was in his early 20’s. No siblings. No aunts or uncles. Just Sophia and she is his entire world. How does her family feel about her? Ryan is all Sophia knows. Pets: German Shepherd. Sophia refuses to call him anything but Chase, but his actual name is Zeus. Where do they live? Northside Description of their home: He has a small house with two bedrooms, one bath. Big enough backyard for Sophia and Zeus. Description of their bedroom: Tidy. Bed is never made. Pictures line the dresser, all of his little family. Most of the colours are muted, minus the crayon drawings taped to the walls all around.

05. THIS OR THAT

Introvert or Extrovert? A little of both. Optimist or Pessimist? Leader or Follower? Confident or Self-Conscious? Cautious or Careless? In his personal life, mostly cautious, especially as a parent, but slightly impulsive at work when he gets caught in the heat of the moment. Religious or Secular? Passionate or Apathetic?  Book Smarts or Street Smarts?  Compliments or Insults? Pajamas or Lingerie? Underwear and T-Shirts.

06. FAVORITES

Favorite Color: Now, purple, four and a half years ago, blue. Favorite Clothing Style/Outfit: Jeans and a T-Shirt work for him when he’s out of uniform. He’s fairly simple. Favorite Bands/Songs/Type of Music: Classic Rock. Favorite Movies: He likes the superhero movies, but he’s pretty far behind. Favorite Authors: Dr. Suess Favorite Foods/Drinks: BBQ Chicken. Favorite Sports/Sports Teams: Baseball and tennis Favorite Time of Day: After work, any day, picking up Sophia from daycare Favorite Weather/Season: He’s a sucker for Fall Favorite Animal: Zeus, his dog.

07. MISCELLANEOUS

Fears/Superstitions: Any harm coming to Sophia. Political Views: Liberal. Addictions: Gummy bears. Best School Subject: Math Worst School Subject: History School Clubs/Sports: Baseball How does he get money? He’s a firefighter. How is he with technology? He’s a dad. He gets by.

08. PAST & FUTURE

Fondest Memory: Holding Sophia for the first time. Deepest, Darkest Secret: He never answered his Mom’s last phone call before the car wreck. Dream Vacation: Somewhere quiet, away from a city. Best thing that has ever happened to this character: His daughter. Worst thing that has ever happened to this character: Either losing his parents or his wife walking out. What do they want to be when they grow up? He is a grown up and he’s living his dream job. Perfect Date: A night in, on the couch, popcorn and candies, and a movie.

09. HEADCANONS

He was a vegan before becoming a parent and now he’s a pescatarian because it’s hard to have a kid on a diet like that and it’s hard to cook separate meals.

When Sophia was first born, his wife started acting weird. He thought it was postpartum depression and let it slide. About three months in she walked out the door for work and never came back. A week later he was served with divorce papers and full custody of Sophia, she completely gave up parental rights. She has not had any contact since, minus a monthly child support cheque.

He moved to Riverdale as soon as he could after his wife left, it took awhile to get out of Seattle but he knew he didn’t want to stay in the house he had once shared with his wife.

Ryan was in an explosion about 6 years ago that nearly killed him and actually caused him to lose about 50% of his hearing. Luckily hearing aids help him through his day to day but he did learn ASL just in case any loss got worse and he went completely Deaf.

[cutehardcore]

Did I really just went to forums and read all the stuff about online love?

Uhm yea, I kinda did and now I am questioning everything.

[snk-imagines-104th]

general jean headcanons

jean is an asshole and boy does he know it

he has moments where he really regrets it, but most of the time he doesn't care.

he is also a huge dog person.

he stops on the street regularly to watch dogs walk by.

help him. someone please get him a puppy so he'll stop getting bit by street dogs.

he actually tries to be nice most of the time but his honesty and aggressive tendencies make it very difficult.

he is honestly a wreck, after everything. marco's death hit him really hard and he still has yet to recover.

he refuses to talk about it.

jean is a pretty loud dude, but is actually fairly quiet most of the time.

he spends a lot of time reading. mostly strategy books, but a lot of other things as well.

in modern aus, he knows 12 different language but he is most fluent in cold, hard honesty

like he'll be talking to Armin in like,,,, German and slip into a very specific dialect of Korean and he doesn't even realize he's doing it but like most of it is shit talking eren, or critisising his dumb actions

speaking of which, until eren opened up his mouth, jean thought him to be one of the less repulsive faces of the 104th

since then he has changed his mind, quite clearly

he still kind of has a crush on mikasa, but doesn't bother her about it, because he knows he has zero chance

despite how much he pokes at eren, he has a mild respect that he has lived as long as he has

he also is actually a great leader.

he's not inspiring like erwin or levi, but more in the way he takes charge enough to get everyone to work together.

he is the guy, if a friend is suicidal, takes them to get some food and hang out before taking them to get some actual help, since he knows inspiring heroes can only go so far.

despite being looked at as an asshole, he's actually just an honest, dog loving dude who doesn't like his friends dying.

he is a little difficult to befriend, but he's honest and loyal, although some do not care for his realist/pessimist views.

jean has survivour's guilt. "if only i had been a little sooner, if only i could have done something"

another reason a puppy would do him some good.

despite this, he's good at sucking it up.

he has a fucking purpose, and he'll be damned if he lets intrusive thoughts get in his way.

he also swears.

a lot.

one can hear him yelling "god damn it" from a mile away.

also, he's really good at dancing in modern aus.

like damn son teach me some of those moves

nsfw in a later post, it will be tagged as such so those who don't want to see it don't have to.

[chimchiri]

Sooo, I feel the need to vent. This is a very emotional, pessimistic post intended for me to collect my thoughts and get it off my chest. This is not an invite for a discussion about fandom/politics/society. But if you feel the same or similar, feel free to comment or message me. It would be nice to know I’m not the only one feeling like this. Tomorrow will be better, but today I just need to vent.

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I actually, really don’t like fandoms and online spaces anymore. As a whole, on tumblr and twitter, I mean. This includes the ones I’m in. I used to like ‘fandom’ when I was younger. When I drew only for myself, when I basically never interacted with people because German communities didn’t really exist (or I didn’t find them) and I didn’t speak English. I just found content. ‘Pure’ and not ‘pure’. Yes, I love drawing, yes I love the games/shows/books/media I consume. And I love the few friends I made and talk to. But I’m just getting more and more tired. There is only negativity anymore. Either people are hateful for ships, for opinions, for a drawing, for what someone said a few years ago - And people are so damn aggressive most of the time. People get upset over the littlest things, claiming that doing or liking or condoning XY is ‘normalizing’ or ‘problematic’ (I’m mixing a few topics together here, I’m aware of that. This isn’t just about shipping but it’s definitely included)

No one is happy anymore. And if they are then it’s only stuff like “YAAAAS QUEEEN” and “my baby/son” and other phrases like that, to an extend where you’re a hater or problematic if you don’t consider it important or good. Maybe I’m just getting too old for this type of culture/humor. It’s just...It’s always so loud. There are only absolutes with most of the time it being very, very negative. People cry, scream, they interrupt, they are overall just rude. People feel the need to be heard, no matter if they were addressed or not - and this isn’t just about politics. It’s about fandom too. There are non-stop discussions with endless posts of essays to which parties are unwilling to actually listen to the other person, unwilling to understand where they’re coming from and unable to admit they might be wrong wor worse - understand the other person. There’s only screaming. 

Compromise is never an option. Agreeing to disagree is never an option. If you don’t think like me, you’re my enemy. If you have one different opinion we can never be friends, because it’s all or nothing. 

I’m so tired of it all. I feel like I can’t escape it. I’ve unfollowed, blocked and soft-blocked so many people but I’m still tired. I’ve wanted to delete this account several times and just get away but I do still enjoy seeing my friends’ art, and yes, interacting with other people is nice too. And I still love drawing. I’ve always drawn for myself, then for my friends too. I will probably never get tired of this, no matter the negativity.

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This isn’t a sad post per se. I’ve just had these thoughts so many times that I felt the need to vent. It’s not really meant as an open discussion, rather to get it off my chest. I’m not depressed today, nor am I anything similar.  Just pessimistic and exhausted.