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WereZoroark Warden Ingo

Little hybrid AU idea inspired by a sick cosplay by @/hellishcrusade on TikTok! (If you see this, I hope you love reading this as much as I did writing it!)

You combine my favorite character with my favorite Pokemon? Self-indulgent story = MANDATORY.

Lil TW for blood; angst inbound as well >:’3

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It happened again.

You sighed to yourself as you gazed out at the slowly setting sun from the balcony of your little hut. A chill began to thicken in the air, making you pull your cloak closer to you. Your ace Pokemon stood poised at your side, giving you a sideways glance with what seemed to be a tinge of sad sympathy before returning their own gaze out across the expanse of the Cobalt Coastlands where you resided.

Warden Ingo of the Pearl Clan was a punctual man, always committing to his schedule and heeding every order on time. Hell, he would show up ten to fifteen minutes before the allotted meeting time in order to prepare for whatever, or whoever, awaited his presence.

That's what made you admire him so much.

Ever since you both fell from the sky from that godforsaken rift that supposedly tore the both of you from your beloved homes, you two were practically attached at the hip. From the moment you stepped foot into Jubilife and became known as the Hero of Hisui, he wished to personally observe your success.

He insisted on overseeing your journey to fill up the Pokedex. He always had his ace Gliscor and Lady Sneasler at the ready to come to your aid if an Alpha proved to be too troublesome for you to fight alone.

He may not be the most recollective, but he's still the personification of a gentleman at heart.

And he is why you await patiently outside, cloak tugged a little tighter as a breeze began to blow and the sun began to set below the horizon.

He was to take you on a well-deserved vacation, for the both of you, to the very summit of Mt. Coronet. He would see to it that Lady Sneasler would assist you both in traversing the particularly steep slopes of the mountainous hills below it with a ride in her basket.

However, they were to meet you promptly before the sun finished setting, but the fiery orb had already concluded its descent.

You wondered what the reason behind the delay was, but you tried to brush it off. Ingo was a Warden, for crying out loud. That meant he had quite the handful of duties to carry out throughout the day.

"He must have gotten caught up again..." you pondered to yourself, sparing a glance at your ace before turning back towards the front of the hut. "I don't blame him, but this is the third time this has happened."

Ingo had planned on taking you to Coronet's summit two months ago, but a recent string of attacks by an unknown entity had required the Wardens and Commander Kamado to be on high alert. One of said attacks occurred on the night you were to travel to the summit, leaving a group of Teddiursa cubs without their mother Ursaluna, who had been viciously mauled and left for dead halfway into her own cave.

Ingo profusely apologized the next morning for his absence and had promised you that he would rearrange the vacation for the very next month.

However, the very next month, on the very same night you two were to depart, another grisly attack occurred and left a pack of Kleavor without their arms. Ingo had insisted the morning after that that he was called to oversee their burial, to which you nodded and reassured him that it was just a string of bad luck on your part, but one day...

One day... you would have a proper night together.

However, a few things struck you as odd...

Ingo always insisted he was with the other Wardens following the attacks, but when you went to question Irida about his condition after the first incident, she stated that he wasn't there to tend to the Teddiursa cubs.

"Odd..." you pondered after hearing that intel. "He told me he was..."

Following the second attack, you went to Irida again to question if Ingo had, indeed, went to oversee the burial of the Kleavor, to which she responded,

"He did indeed come to me and state that he was to carry out that mission, but Kamado had made no such demands for such a thing."

Now that puzzled you even further. Ingo wasn't the type of person to make up excuses or not show up to carry out demands made of him.

Additionally, the attacks always seemed to occur on the nights Ingo planned to take the two of you on vacation, and he was also seemingly missing on each of the separate occasions. Nobody even specified what the creature was, but if it was able to take down an Alpha Ursaluna and eviscerate a whole pack of Kleavor, then it must be pretty damn strong.

So what on Earth was going on…?

Your thoughts were interrupted by a piercing scream that seemingly echoed from the woods in front of your hut, making you jump out of your skin for a split second before grabbing the railing in front of you for stability. Your ace perked up at the noise and braced itself at your side, ready to attack.

Ingo had warned you that, if another attack were to occur, you should never head towards any suspicious noises, no matter how dire they may sound, for you and your Pokemon’s own safety.

But still, whatever, or whoever had shrieked sounded like they were in extreme pain. Your inner empath couldn’t help but feel bad for the poor soul that might be falling victim to whatever beast lurked the region…

Another guttural yell rang through the air, and this time, you tried to pick up on the tone of the voice. Judging by how gritty it was, it was definitely a man… but who?

Adaman? Iscan? Commander Kamado?

Or was it…

No, it couldn’t be-

It was.

“Ingo…” you whispered to yourself before adrenaline set in and you bolted across the porch and down the steps, your ace in tow. “Ingo!”

The screams seemingly came from the woods directly south of your hut, which meant that the danger laid somewhere within Deadwood Haunt, where plentiful Ghost-types roamed and waited to claim their next victims.

A third pained cry echoed as you beelined towards the trees, trying to pinpoint where Ingo was amidst the foliage. You huffed with every breath, the edges of your cloak waving wildly by your ankles while sweat began to bead on your forehead despite the nip in the air.

Once you reached the edge of the trees and shrubs that separated the smooth hills of your Coastland home from whatever hell awaited you in the Haunt, you stopped to catch your breath, hands on your knees as you looked up from your hunched position. Your ace remained fixed by your side, taking in the environment every which way to keep an eye out for potential threats.

“Stay close,” you whispered to your partner, to which they nodded in response before resuming their lookout as you both strolled deeper into the Haunt.

“By Arceus’s name, please let Ingo be okay…” you silently prayed as your eyes were trained in front of you.

Your head quickly snapped up when you heard a sharp crack resound from somewhere around you. You and your ace collectively flinched as you scooted closer to each other, head whipping around to try and locate the source of the noise, all the while trying to breathe calmly in the now eerie silence of the Haunt.

You closed your eyes to steady your breathing and slow your racing heart before looking up again.

You and your ace stood in another few moments of silence before what sounded like scratching on wood began to reverberate through the trees. It paused after a second, then resumed for another second before ceasing again…

Followed by a low, inhuman growl that would have made an Arcanine freeze over.

That sent a collective shiver down you and your ace’s backs. They nudged you and looked to your right, emphasizing where they heard the commotion.

It seemed to come from behind the thick oak right in front of you.

Your ace went first, moving slowly and as quietly as they could to avoid aggravating what hid behind the trunk. You stared at them with a look of worry, but they nodded to the side and insisted that you follow before they turned back and headed towards the tree.

And follow you did, slowly and on your tiptoes while looking at the ground to avoid snapping any loose twigs.

A distressed huff from your partner made you look up and meet their eyes, which were wide and full with what looked like surprise. This triggered you to stride faster towards them and join them at their side.

Once you reached the tree and resumed your spot near your ace, you looked down at where the noise had come from…

To confirm your nightmare was, indeed, true…

There, curled at the base of the tree, was Ingo, back turned towards you as he hid his face within his coat, which looked… absolutely more destroyed than ever, you realized. The parts covering his shoulders were torn open, and his sleeves were shredded. His hat also had a few new tears, letting more of his fluffy silver hair poke through.

You feared not for his coat, but how he was underneath. Mere seconds ago, you had heard some unearthly snarls from behind this very tree.

Did whatever had been attacking and killing Pokemon around Hisui get to him now…?

Your fears became slightly more likely as you looked up at the tree’s trunk, where a set of deep, jagged gashes graced the wood.

That’s what was behind the scratching earlier…

But where had the beast gone? It had to be close by if those sound had occurred mere minutes ago…

That would be saved for later. For right now, you had to check on your friend.

"...Ingo?" you half-whispered so as to not startle him in his vulnerable-looking state. You tiptoed through the snow towards him and raised a shaky hand, contemplating touching him as you watched his back rise and fall slowly.

"Well, he's breathing, thank Arceus..." you thought to yourself.

You reached out your hand and ghosted over his shoulder, watching as he shuddered from the sudden contact. You flinched for a moment before resuming a gentle rub of the area.

"Ingo, it's me. Are you hurt?" You asked, still in a whispery voice in an attempt to soothe his nerves. "I heard your screams all the way back home. Did the beast-"

Before you could continue or get a response, you heard a sharp intake of breath, followed by the most guttural, low-pitched growl you ever heard come from Ingo before. You quickly withdrew your hand and shuffled backwards, bumping into your ace who was quick to assert a defensive stance at your side, eyeing the Warden sharply.

With a turn of his head, the rays of moonlight peeking through the trees illuminated just how much danger you were about to be in.

Ingo's eyes were icy and glazed over, outlined with red and white kohl and with pupils now resembling slits. His face bore a set of pale scars that graced both sides near his cheeks and mouth, and a set of three, diagonal scars went down and over his right eye. A helpful smattering of what appeared to be blood coated his left cheek and the corners of his lips.

The sight of your longtime friend in such a state left you fearful of what had transpired.

You reached out a thumb to wipe at the blood on his face, only for his lips to perk up and show off pearly, jagged fangs, followed by an equally threatening snarl as the one before. He unveiled his hands from where they were tucked into his coat, revealing his fingernails to be just as sharp as his teeth.

You stared at him for a moment longer before taking a glance up at the moon that was directly above the two of you, then back down at Ingo. The color had completely drained from your face upon the realization you made.

"It was him after all..." you fretted internally. "No wonder he was missing during the attacks, because HE carried them out! And every night he did..."

You looked up again.

"It was a full moon..."

Your attention quickly snapped back to the beastly Warden when you heard the crunching of snow and the shuffling of his eviscerated coat. He was now standing at his full height, glaring daggers at you as you watched his heavy breaths leave in frigid puffs from his mouth.

"Whoa now, Ingo..." You held your hands up, trying to show that you weren't a threat, all the while sparing your ace a glance before returning your attention back to him. "You recognize me... right?"

He only responded with a tilt of his head and another misty breath.

"Right?" You whispered again desperately, not wanting things to go south.

But south they were about to go...

You could only watch as his face dropped before his teeth were bared once again, his throat rumbling with a newfound growl as he took a lumbering step in your direction. You ghosted a hand over your ace, who moved a few inches in front of you and countered Ingo's growl with their cry, daring him to come closer and try to hurt their Trainer.

You were not prepared for the lightning-fast lunge and slash of claws by the Warden towards you and your partner, who took the brunt of the hit. They skid through the snow a few inches back as you gasped, immediately wishing you brought Berries with you in case either of you were to become injured.

Too late now, and you didn't want them getting any more hurt.

"GO!" You suddenly shouted at your ace. "Get back home, quick!" They did a double-take and stared wide-eyed at you like you were crazy. Leaving you behind with the being that killed an Ursaluna and a group of Kleavor on his own? Hell no!

"Don't worry about me," you egged on, trying to spare them any more trouble. "I'll deal with him and try to make him regain his senses!" You turned and pointed in Ingo's general direction. You regretted your decision almost immediately as you saw him pacing towards the two of you again, body tense as if he were about to leap at you for a second time.

You saw him pause and ready himself for an attack as you made one final effort.

"GO, NOW!" You shrieked at your ace, who finally seemed to get the message and bolted from the Haunt, making their way back towards the forest's edge as Ingo launched himself forward.

You threw yourself to the side and barely missed being tackled before you regained your stability and made a run for it, slapping away low-hanging branches and vines as you huffed and puffed from the cold air, mere feet from the clearing. You could hear the thumping of the Warden's boots as he was in hot pursuit of you, keeping up much faster than you thought possible.

You finally broke through the long line of trees and saw your home just up the hill. You quickened your stride and decided to spare a glance backwards. You'd regret that decision for two reasons.

Reason number one: Ingo hadn't gotten farther away as you had wanted, but rather closer. He was still rushing after you, and if he stretched his arm out, he could grab your shoulder. That's how close he was to you.

And reason number two: turning backwards made you unaware of a stray plant root, which your foot catches underneath and causes you to tumble forward. You somehow manage to tuck yourself into a forward roll and regain your footing, but not before you felt a sharp burn on your left shoulder that caused you to yelp and look back again.

Ingo had managed to take a swing at you and connect, dragging his claws down your shoulder and your back, opening up your cloak that separated you from the bitter chill in the air. You slapped at his hand and continued running, hoping that your ace Pokemon got back home alright.

You were getting exhausted from running, your cheeks flaring red from the onslaught of cold wind, but you persevered. The claw marks down your shoulder began to sting as flecks of snow pelted the wounds.

As soon as the steps of your home came into view, you let out a barking laugh before it got caught in your throat and turned into a shriek as you slipped on a long patch of ice and spun awkwardly before falling back. As you were slipping, you saw Ingo a few inches away, his own chest heaving from chasing you all the way.

He raised his arm again to lash out at you, but not before you shielded your front with your arms and gasped as your head hit the ice, knocking you clean out.

The blood that had oozed from your shoulder streaked across the ice and snow as you slid forward before halting in a heap, the wind blowing your hair away from your face. Ingo skid to a stop at where you lay, his pursuit now over. He hunched over you and growled as he prepared another slash...

...and that's when he suddenly came back to his senses.

His eyes seemed to refocus as he shook the snow from his mutilated cap and wiped the back of his hand across his cheek. He looked at his nails and saw that they had been painted a fresh red.

Little did he know that it was your blood...

He tilted his head in confusion and worry, wondering what poor soul he had cut down this time. He glanced down and got his answer in the form of you in a crumbled heap, your mauled shoulder exposed to the chilly outer world.

His eyes tried to focus on your form, not recognizing you at first, but as soon as he saw the insignia of the Pearl Clan on your tunic...

He suddenly remembered everything.

Him on the way to escort you to Mt. Coronet at long last, his chest suddenly hurting, him telling Lady Sneasler to head back home and await his arrival. Him looking up at the sky and realizing that it was going to be a rough night for himself and whoever he might encounter along the way.

He remembered how he dashed into the woods of Deadwood Haunt, trying to find a suitable hiding spot a good distance away from any civilization so nobody would witness him in such pain. How his entire body began to itch and ache ahead of the change...

How his pained screams and growls caught your attention and brought you and your ace to his supposed aid...

...and how he hurt you.

How you laid unmoving in the pile of snow that had begun to build on all sides of you. How the ground and ice around you began to take on a crimson color much like the tips of his hair.

By Arceus's name... he thinks he has killed his beloved.

The Warden, now taking sharper, more pained breaths due to shock, slowly lowered himself to your body and sniffed at the crook of your neck. When he didn't get a response, he reached out shaking hands and turned you gently onto your stomach, where the gashes he mauled into your shoulder were in full view.

He couldn't help but feel tears build up and threaten to freeze as they trickled down his face. He barely suppressed a whimper as his lower jaw quivered, but couldn't contain himself and let out a high-pitched whine afterwards, training his gaze onto the ground away from you upon realizing that he harmed you.

He hurt you.

He thinks he killed you...

Returning his attention to you, he launched himself into action and heaved you into his arms as gently as he could, careful not to claw any more of your skin with his nails. He noticed the stairwell of your home and bolted up them before practically flying through the door.

Kicking the door shut with his boot, he took notice of your ace in the corner of the room, who made a distressed noise, followed by a much angrier one as they saw the state of you. Ingo quickly nodded his head 'no,' trying to convey that it's not what it looks like and that he's here to help.

He maintained eye contact with your ace as he slowly made his way to your bed in the middle of the fire-lit room and lowered you onto it. He put his hands up to show your ace, who eyed him warily before nodding and gesturing at you, trying to say: "Help them, or I will tackle you into oblivion, so help me Arceus..."

The Warden nodded swiftly before rummaging through the drawers at your bedside, mentally scolding himself for invading your privacy as he looked for medicinal supplies. He snatched a roll of gauze out of one and began cutting it into strips with his nails, setting them aside before opening a jar of healing salve from another drawer and rubbing it into and around your wounds with his palms, not daring to use his fingers and make more cuts elsewhere.

Afterwards, he took the gauze and wrapped it around your shoulder before cutting off the excess with his claws and tying it off. He stepped back to assess his handiwork before letting out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. He glanced back at your ace with a nod, which they returned with a glare that said: "They better make it out alive by morning..." before he slid himself under the covers by your side, taking his hat off and setting it on the nightstand before he scooted as close as he could to you, burying his face in the crook of your shoulder and neck as he felt a bout of whimpers coming.

He cried himself to sleep that night, praying to Arceus and all his creations that you would wake up.

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You woke up to your head pounding and thoughts groggy. It was the next morning, and you could barely remember what had transpired the previous night due to the hit you took to the head on the ice.

You tried to roll over, but were stopped by two things. First came the sudden sting of your shoulder, which you quickly shot a hand towards in an attempt to stop the pain, but found that it was wrapped in gauze. The inner layer of it was stained scarlet.

Secondly, you were stopped from sitting up by a deafening whimper at your side and what felt like arms tightening around you.

It all hit you right then and there.

Ingo...

Him being late to take you on vacation...

Finding him in Deadwood Haunt...

Running from him...

He was the beast that was responsible for the slew of attacks around Hisui, and you were his first human victim, yet you survived. You wondered why nobody had suspected him until you took note of the white hair that covered the backs of his hands and his red-tinted nails.

He was a were-Zoroark, you realized, and they supposedly still retained their illusion-casting abilities. Ingo must have set up a false vision around the other Wardens to make them think he was off to take care of business surrounding the creature those fateful nights...

When it was, in fact, him...

You felt your heart twang out of guilt at the thought of the amount of physical and emotional pain he went through on the three nights he had changed, including last night when he attacked you. You couldn't help but shift in his hold and lift your good hand to scratch at his much fluffier sideburns.

Ingo suddenly stirred awake at the sensation, icy-blue eyes opening slowly and making contact with yours. They quickly widened and sparkled with what looked like immense joy at seeing you alive before the hold on you became noticeably tighter as he practically squeezed you to his chest. He buried his face in your hair as he tried to muffle his whines and stop more tears from coming.

A few whimpers broke through, and you felt your hair slightly dampening. He was crying.

You couldn't help but feel your heart ache more at the state of your partner, and you felt your own tears welling up. You moved your hand from his head to his back and stroked it up and down as you let him cry it out.

Your ace perked up from their sleeping position as you turned to face them from your trapped spot on the bed, smiling at them and nodding as they returned the gesture and fell back asleep, leaving you and the Warden in comfortable silence, aside from his whining.

You stopped your rubbing of his back and slid a hand over his rough cheek and lifted it from your shoulder. He glanced up at you with watery eyes and trembling lips, his teeth slightly poking through from his upper lip. You gave his face a pat and stroked it with your thumb.

"I know you meant no harm, it was just instinct," you tried to reassure him. "I forgive you."

His eyes widened again, practically saying: "How could you?" You didn't wait for him to make another peep as you guided his head back into the crook of your shoulder, where he nuzzled and tickled you with his goatee. A brief snort left you before you resumed stroking his hair to try and help him rest, his whines now reduced to a deep purr that you could feel thrum from his chest and through your entire body as sleep took him before you soon succumbed, as well.

"Your secret's safe with me..."

[isleofair]

Ten faves in ten fandoms

I was tagged by @saltedpin: thank you so much!!! 💙💙💙 (This took me way longer to put together than I thought, wow)

Tiger & Bunny - Nathan Seymour (aka Fire Emblem) What can I say about Nathan. She's my ultimate blorbo, despite being pretty much the opposite of the kind of character I usually fixate on. They're a successful, ultra-rich business owner but also the mom friend of the group; a wonderful mix of (literally) fiery fierceness and soft sensitivity; a big, phoenix-themed peacock with the heart of a small, cuddly lovebird. I love her to death. 💖 (Honorable mention to her future husband Buddy hero, Keith Goodman, aka Sky High, aka literally the bestest guy EVER.)

Star Trek: TNG - Data This guy was sort of a blueprint for my childhood weirdness. I live for characters who are supposedly non-human, but are actually the most human of them all; and Data, for all that he was vastly stronger, faster, and smarter (at least logically) than all of his friends, had a gentleness to him that made you forget about that pretty much all of the time. I've been wanting to hug him for about 35 years.

Yūri!!! on Ice - Yuuri When I started watching the show, I thought Victor would be my favorite, but when I began to truly understand Yuuri's character, there was no going back. He's so astonishingly real in the way he perceives himself as an utter failure while actually being amazing and very successful. He manages to give me a glimmer of hope, at least sometimes, that maybe I might manage, with some effort, to not be quite as much of an absolute disaster as I fear.

The Lord of the Rings - Faramir If I had to sum Faramir up in a word, it would be unassuming. He's constantly treated (mostly by his father, but also by part of the narrative) as someone who's an afterthought, a second best, a spare; all this in spite of being incredibly smart, and learned, and competent, and kind. He's just... really lovely, and although he ends up with Éowyn as sort of (again) a second choice after Aragorn, I say: Éowyn, my beloved badass, you kind of won the lottery there.

Anime Sanjūshi - Aramis (Yes, Italy apparently got ALL of the anime back in the '80s, lol.) This anime adaptation of The Three Musketeers takes quite a few creative liberties with the story, and one of them is making Aramis a woman in disguise. She kicks just as much ass as any of her companions (most of whom never find out her secret), and at the end, after completing the personal, romance-related quest she joined the Musketeers for, she... keeps her male disguise and her job, presumably forever. A+, no notes.

Stargate: Atlantis - John Sheppard One of the very few "military jock, ace pilot, dude with a big gun" protagonists I've ever liked, mostly due to the fact that Sheppard is technically all of the above things, but really he's just as much of a geeky, socially inept loser as the scientists he was hired to bodyguard, cosplaying as the jock with a gun because he really loves the "piloting things that fly really fast" part. Add in a self-sacrificial streak about a galaxy wide, and I was sold.

Sailor Moon - Haruka Tenō, aka Sailor Uranus 13-year-old me saw Haruka and fully went "man, I want to be her!" And then, many years later, I realized that I had also probably been wanting her, period. 😅 The anime got censored to hell and back, of course, but I'm the kind of person who takes things I'm told at face value, so I saw her being incredibly dramatic and jealous and infatuated and totally willing to die for her "best friend" and went "yeah, I guess that checks out". I still vaguely thought that she would make the perfect "boyfriend", as she was the coolest person ever, lol.

The Adventure Zone: Balance - Taako I still can't believe a podcast that started out as essentially "how many dick jokes can we fit into 60-90 minutes of butchering the rules of D&D" ended up being one of the most significant pieces of media in my life, but hey, to quote Taako himself, "It’s not all abraca-fuck-you and what have you. I have a beating heart! I’m multi-dimensional! I’m a fully-realized creation! FUCK!" Taako's vulnerability is hidden under MANY layers, but when it comes out, it hits straight to the heart.

Yūki Bakuhatsu Bang Bravern - Lewis Smith I'm throwing my most recent fandom in here, because why not. Smith (yeah, I know) is an apparently extremely stereotypical "American Pilot Guy" character (don't look him up, because the show is best experienced without spoilers, but I promise you, he looks just like he could be Keith Goodman's twin), but in a show that is always at least three genres at once, in very varying degrees of seriousness, he ends up being one of the most genre-aware characters of all, with... interesting consequences.

Good Omens (TV) - Crowley This one is interesting because in the book, my favorite character was always, very clearly and very firmly, Aziraphale. And then the tv show happened, and yeah, I'm not immune to the David Tennant Effect, by any means, but... You know that post that's been going around, that says something vaguely like "the best trait a male character can have is being pathetically in love with someone"? Well. Crowley is not a male character, but in the show he embodies pining. Pining pours out of each and every one of his probably non-existent pores 24/7, non-stop, for millennia. And I... kind of like pining. A reasonable amount. It's fiiiiiiiiiiiine.

I am tagging YOU! 🫵 But only if you want to play, of course! 😂💙

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It's nice to be smart, but it's smart to be nice.

Happy World Kindness Day, friends. Why don't you take a moment, spread a little kindness, and find a nice wet earthworm to protect?

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Preparations for the seance are going beautifully.

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I'm glad to hear you're having so much fun! I'd like the RFA boys (including V, my fave as well ♡ ) reaction to MC who's super outgoing & fun in the chatroom (cracking jokes with Seven, teasing & complimenting the others, jokingly flirting & fangirling over Elizabeth 3rd) but doesn't show up to the party bc she's like super shy & awkward in person, especially since she's nervous about meeting them for the first time? How would they handle it? Sry this is oddly specific & many thanks ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ❤

awe i really like this idea! id probably be just as shy tbh lmaosince you specified MC’s gender, I’ll write this with a female MC! ^^

ZEN:

* He’s seen MC before the party as she’s visited his home, but he was so shocked to see this cute shy girl on his front door, so unlike the bubbly person he’d got used to in the RFA chatrooms!

* He figured it’s just nervousness because she’s meeting him for the first time and tried to make her as comfortable as possible, reminding her that he’s still the same person as the one she’s talked  to in the messenger, but it does little to ease her nerves-MC’s stiff as a brick, stuttering short responses to Zen’s questions

* Eventually he decides to take a bolder approach-as they’re sitting on the couch sipping tea, he takes a hold of MC’s free hand and interlocks her fingers with him, bringing them up to his heart.

* “Do you feel how fast it’s beating?” he asks, his face a flush of furious red to match his eyes, “you’re the cause of it. I’m just as nervous as you are, and the only reason I can hide it so well is because of my acting skills, so please...don’t be so nervous around me. Let’s make each other feel more comfortable.”

* MC promises she’ll try, and slowly but surely manages to ease up a little around Zen, enough at least to talk normally with him (she will however McFreaking Faint if he so much as hugs her which, let’s be real, is totally valid)

* Talking to Zen has been accomplished, but going to the RFA party, where she’ll have to face dozens of strangers at once...is a completely different matter

* The day of the party, Zen woke up much earlier than she did, getting everything ready for the big day, his nervousness manifesting into an excited energy. 

* MC on the other hand...wasn’t having it. The moment she woke up her stomach churned, her skin pale with terror. She couldn’t do this, it was impossible, she just can’t up and go to this party, she can’t face all these strangers at once she can’t-

* Zen immediatly noticed her anxiety, and tried his best to talk her out of it-assured her he’ll be with her the whole time, and that the rest of the RFA would have her back as well.

* If he saw that MC was still nervous, he’d hold her hand in his, and tell her it’s okay if she doesn’t want to be there, if she wants to take it slow in meeting everyone else, but that if she decided to come, he’d protect her like her knight in shining armor. 

* At the end of the day, the choice is hers, and he’ll support it no matter what

JUMIN:

* The situation is somewhat similar as Zen’s-meeting MC before the party helped her get used to him, and with such big matters like Elizabeth the 3d dissappearing at hand, she had little time to let her shyness sink in-she had to be there for Jumin, and that took the most priority in her mind.

* When all was said and done however, and she’d finally gone back to the apartment to prepare for the party....her legs turned into jello, her stomach twisted uncomfortably in her belly as she realised just what would take place the next day.

* It wasn’t even just the party and the guests, it wasn’t just that she’d be meeting the rest of the RFA-Jumin had invited his father, his father’s girlfriend, all those cameramen....goosebumps appeared on her skin just at the thought of it

* She felt horribly guilty when, on the day of the party, instead of waking up and getting ready, she laid in bed curled into a ball, her breath hitched in her throat.

* Even checking the time became stressful-what was the rest of the RFA doing right now? Would they hate her for ditching them like that? Would Jumin despise her?

* She couldn’t say she wasn’t expecting a call when the hour of the party neared. Jaehee was the first to call, frantic as to why MC wasn’t there yet when she ‘was the star of this event’ according to Jumin. She let MC know just how busy the venue was, something she could judge for herself just by the hustle and bustle she could hear in the backgroung of the call.

* “I’m sorry Jaehee I just-I can’t make it. I’m really not feeling well, I’ll-I’ll send an apology to the guests after the party. Please greet them properly for me.”

* Jaehee couldn’t get another word in before MC hung up, her fingers shaking as she ended the call.

* Moments later she received another phone call, this time from Jumin.

* She expected him to yell, to ask her how she could disappoint him like this, why she’d betray his trust-

* What she didn’t expect was the sound of a moving car as Jumin answered the phone, worry ebbed in his voice.

* “MC? Where are you, what’s wrong? Jaehee said you’re not feeling well, I’ve let her take care of the guests and I’m heading your way. I haven’t managed to contact V yet and ask about the apartment’s location but I’m working on it, do you think you can meet me at the nearest street to the apartment? Do you require medical assistance?”

* He was bombarding her with questions, and she could picture his face perfectly-loosening his tie as his throat felt constricted, a scrunch forming at the bridge of his nose as his lips form a thin line, his tell-tale sign of worry.

* “Jumin I-” she couldn’t lie, not to him. “I can’t-there’s so many people coming, so many cameras, and I know I promised I’ll be right beside you, and I don’t want to betray that trust I just-I can’t do it. I’m not comfortable with this, you saw how I was just with meeting you, what if I make a fool of myself at the party?!”

* Jumin remained silent for a long moment before replying, his voice gentler than she’d ever heard it before.

* “Darling, you could never betray my trust. I love you and believe in you wholeheartedly, and would never want to put you in a position you’re not comforatble with. If you feel that the party will make you nervous, then we simply won’t go. I can deal with Sarah and Glam Choi in a different way. What matters the most to me is you.”

* This boy loves MC, no questions asked. He’ll do whatever will make her happy and comfortable ((even if it makes poor Jaehee suffer orz))

YOOSUNG:

* This boy...has literally gone through hell and back for MC

* And he’d do it 100 times over, because even if he hasn’t met her, he loves her. Not for who he thought she’d be, but for who she is, and for who she helped him become.

*He’s so excited to meet her at the party, he even left the hospital early simply to be there for her...

*....Only MC is no where to be found.

* Immediatly he feels his heart drop. He’s so worried something happened to her, maybe that evil organisation got to her-maybe-

* He wastes no time in calling her, rushing out of the party venue, ready to grab Seven by the collar and get the location of Rika’s apartment out of him if he must so he can find MC.

* When MC answers, he’s shocked by the quietness of her voice, how it sounds like she’s almost trembling as she speaks. He asks her what’s wrong, if he needs his help, and she breaks down, telling him the truth about how nervous and shy she is, how she doesn’t feel like she can come to the RFA party.

* Yoosung...really gets it. He was quite similar to MC until not so long ago!

* “Okay. If you don’t want to come, then you don’t have to”, he says, and MC feels as if he’ll hang up after saying this, probably to never speak to her again, “but I’m coming to you. You’re my pre-girlfriend remember? And-listen, I’m shy too. I’d be shaking like a leaf if I were to talk to a girl on the phone at any other instance! But you changed that. You helped me become a better, braver person, and I’m still changing and evolving, thakns to you. So...let me help you change as well? Please?”

* Who can say no to this boy, srsly

* If MC’s fine with it, he’ll meet her for coffee (Although to be fair she’ll probably have to drag him back to the hospital YOOSUNG IT’S NOT SAFE TO BE OUTSIDE AFTER SUCH A SURGERY i have to break the fourth wall as a med student to say this aA)), and he’ll help her slowly meet the rest of the RFA, one at a time

* ...He’d probably leave Seven for last though lmao

SEVEN:

* I mean, neither of them was going to go to the RFA party anyway lmao

* Let’s, for the sake of this scenario, assume that they’re both attending next year’s RFA party, after the hacker incident!

* Seven’s so excited, he’s picked what suit he’ll wear weeks before the party, happy to be enjoying this with his beloved.

* MC however...doesn’t seem all that thrilled.

* He knows she’s shy-it took her so long to open up to him, he genially thought she hated him at first! She’d barely glance his way, her cheeks burning a fiery red that easily beat his hair colour the first time they’d kissed, and it took a long time for her to simply get used to his presence around her.

*He knew what it’s like to be a different person online, so he’d never judge her for it-besides, he knows both her online persona and the shy girl in front of him are the same person, just how his happy-go-lucky attitude on the messenger is just another side of him too.

* He tried his best to hype her up for the party, told her about all the pranks they could pull on Yoosung and Zen, how he’d hack the speakers to Rick Roll everyone if she wanted him to, and for a while, it seemed like she was a little excited about it to.

* The night before the party however, as Seven brought his suit out to show to MC (or maybe he brought out another cosplay to troll her lol), MC broke down, tears striking her face as she shook her head, saying she can’t she can’t do this, can’t go to a room full of strangers and act happy, she’d be so nervous she’d vomit, what if she makes a full of herself-

* Seven stops her, placing a hand on her shoulder and gripping her gently to snap her out of it.

* “We don’t have to go if you don’t feel comfortable. MC, I never, never want to pressure you into anything, and I’m sorry if I made you feel like you have to go. Listen, we can spend the day just us two, we can meet the rest of the RFA at a later time and explain it to them, we don’t have to go, you hear me? I just...I want you to be happy. That’s that.”

* She shook her head. “No but-you were so excited to go, I don’t want you to miss out because of me I’m-”

* Seven laughs with a roll of his eyes, bringing his hands to wipe the tears off of MC’s face. “Do you hear yourself? I’m not missing out on anything, except the moments when I’m not with you, silly. There’ll be another RFA party time and time again, but if you never want to go to any of them, then I won’t go either. Besides...we can always troll the RFA from the comfort of our home too” he shrugs, a devilish smirk on his lips.

* He’ll definitely try and help MC to slowly come out of her comfort zone, but he realises such a feat takes time, and he’s not about to push her into a situation she won’t feel safe in. He’s happy so long as they’re together, be it at the party, at home, or at the ends of the earth.

V/JIHYUN:

* Again, for the sake of the scenario, we’re talking about a future RFA party, after everything’s been settled. 

* It’s the first RFA party he’d go to in a long time, and he’s just so happy to be there with MC by his side, to make new, wonderful memories with her.

* He has to admit, when he met her he was taken aback by how shy she was-the way she spoke to him via messages, it was nothing alike to the way she stuttered as she greeted him (granted, she did think he was nothing but an AI so *shrug*)

* He was so insanely patient though, approaching her slowly, at her own pace, until she was comfortable enough around him to just be herself. He’d never wanst to upset her, and would honestly wait forever if it’s what she needed.

* So when he noticed her apprehension about the party, he didn’t think much of it-he’d talk to her about it, try to make her as comfortable as possible, tell her that both he and the rest of the RFA would be there for her no matter what.

* It seemed like she agreed, as she smiled and nodded, but that all changed the day of the party.

* V woke up with a smile on his lips, ready to face the day, only when he patted the bed next to him for MC she was no where to be found.

* He frowned, but figured she might’ve woken up before him, the nervousness for the day keeping her up.

* He was more than shocked to find her in the kitchen, tears threatening to spill from her face as she looked down into her cup of coffee.

* He’s there for her in a flash, cupping her face between his hands, kissing her eyelids as he whispers soft affirmations to her.

* “Honey, no, what’s wrong? Please don’t cry, please..”

* It took a while to calm her down, and even then feeling the tremble of her body as she spoke made his heart ache.

* “I’m sorry V, I’m so sorry I-I know you were so excited for the party but I just-I’m not ready for this. I tried, I’m trying to push myself, to be more open and social so I can be the girlfriend you can proudly bring with you to parties and gallery openings and stuff but I’m-I’m not ready” she concluded with a defeated sigh, another sob threatening to escape her lips.

* V kissed her, once, twice, held her in a tight embrace as he rested his chin on the top of her head.

* “Baby, I don’t care about any of that. If you don’t feel comfortable going to the party, then we don’t have to go, and that’s that. I don’t care about galleries or parties or anything of the sort. I care about you.” He leaned back holding MC by the shoulders as he smiled, fondness clear in his eyes. “I care about you. I love you. I do want to help you slowly get out of your comfort zone, if anything then only so you can see how much kindness can exist between strangers, how much more of the world you can experience when you put anxiety aside, but I never never want to pressure you into anything.”

* He means it. This boy just wants his girlfriend to be happy, parties be damned.

* He’s absoloutely content to spend the day cuddling MC and watching old movies; he trusts the rest of the RFA and knows the party will be just as successful even without the two of them there.

* He will do his best to slowly help MC with her shyness, and maybe, eventually-they’ll proudly stand side by side at a future RFA party.

Sorry this was sort of long lol, hope you like it!

~Send me scenarios/headcanons for mystic messenger character(s) to react to!~

[mothman-clarice-2]

A Rant/Essay about Moira and Sigma and how they’ve changed my life

Hi so I am in a very very very good mood right now and I really want to rant about some things I love. 

As my followers may know very well by now, I LOVE Overwatch. Specifically I LOOOVE Moira and Sigma. I less so have a special interest in Overwatch and more so in those specific characters. 

Quick thing for those who don’t know, a special interest is a term used by people under the Autism spectrum to describe a subject or thing they have a very strong personal connection to. 

I have recently discovered I have Aspergers syndrome, a neurodevelopmental disorder that affects the person’s ability to socialize and causes them to have repetitive and restrictive behaviors and/or interests. Basically it’s very similar to Autism but there are some slight differences that differentiate the two that I won’t go into here because it’ll take too long, but you can research them yourself if you want to of course. 

This has been a HUGE discovery for me because I have known I was very different from other people for a long time but I had no idea why. This discovery explains EVERYTHING. I finally understand why I have such a hard time communicating with people and why I have such unusual tendencies (such as becoming hyper-fixated on things I like). This relates to my love of Moira and Sigma. 

In Overwatch, Moira O’Deorain is a brilliant Irish geneticist on the cutting edge of her field. She has made numerous revolutionary advancements in genetic technology and manipulation. She has devoted her life to her work and advancing the Human race as a species. However, she has a very dark side to her achievements. She has achieved her discoveries by disregarding all ethics and morality in her experiments. She has experimented on everything from animals to herself to even other humans. She has performed experiments on herself that have left her permanently disfigured (her right arm). She has performed experiments on people that have permanently changed their bodies in agonizing ways (Reaper). She believes that ethics are holding back scientific advancement and that they are a waste of time. Pretty horrible right? I wouldn’t blame you for calling that evil. However, you can’t say she is absolutely evil. 

Yes what she has done is horrible and she is completely morally bankrupt, but she also does what she does because she wants to help people. She does what she does because it’s for the betterment of the world. And it has made the world better! In the lore, she has made numerous revolutionary advancements in genetic technology! She is an absolute genius who is helping better the world in massive ways! But at the same time, she is hurting other people to get there. That is the epitome of complete moral ambiguity. 

And I LOVE that. 

You can’t say she’s completely good because she hurts people and disregards ethics as a waste of time. But you also can’t say she evil because she has made revolutionary scientific discoveries that could save the lives of millions. 

I love Moira not just because she is a complex character but I also relate to her on numerous levels. 

For one, she is Irish and I have a lot of Irish heritage. I adore my Irish culture and I love how she seems to be passionate about it as well given that she is fluent in Gaelic (our ancient language which is actually dying out) and she has a lot of Irish oriented stuff in the game. She has actually really caused me to get invested in my Irish heritage and learn about my culture. Another thing I relate to is that she has a great appreciation for art and is just generally pretty eccentric. She loves dressing up and cosplaying and art and music and all of these different things that I also love. 

One of the biggest reasons I relate to her though is her lack of ability to understand people’s emotions. I am a very empathetic person but at the same time I have a very hard time connecting to people. I have always had trouble interacting with people and making friends because I don’t understand how people normally communicate. From what I have seen, Moira is like that too. She doesn’t seem to really have any friends (she was sorta friends with Gabriel but that was more of a business friendship) and everyone seems to either hate her or thinks she’s creepy or weird. I headcanon that Moira is high functioning autistic because of her lack of empathy and difficulty understanding people’s emotions. 

Obviously I am not saying autistic people are unempathetic sociopathic mad scientists, far from it actually. People with Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD) can either be very empathetic or they can lack empathy to varying degrees on both sides. Sometimes they are just as empathetic as everybody else. Everyone under the autism spectrum is completely different. I just think Moira is one of the people who lacks empathy to a very high degree. I think Moira having autism that causes her to lack empathy is a very good explanation for her beliefs and how she behaves, not to mention it’s something I relate to. 

As for Sigma, he’s a different character entirely. 

Siebren de Kuiper (pronounced “Ki-per” with “Ki” as in “kite”) is a brilliant Dutch astrophysicist. He is known for being a very eccentric introvert with a brilliant mind and a deep, fiery passion for his work. He performed an experiment that would’ve revolutionized technology by being able to harness the power of a black hole but it went terribly wrong. The accident left him completely traumatized and his psyche destroyed. This accident also gave him the ability to control gravity but I’m not really gonna talk about that in this because it’s not really necessary. 

Sigma has a lot of anxious tendencies, for example he has numerous voice lines where he becomes anxious or panicked. He says the phrase “hold it together” many times, a phrase he uses to try and comfort himself when he feels panicked. All of these have caused me to headcanon that he has PTSD and/or some other kind of anxiety disorder (although I haven’t decided which one yet). 

I personally have struggled with generalized anxiety and social anxiety for a long time so I find myself relating to his anxiety. Something about seeing this  62 year old absolute GIANT of a man (he’s 8′1″) having anxiety and relating to me in so many ways is really comforting. 

Whenever I am sad or anxious about something, I think of Sigma and I channel my fears through him. I do that a lot actually, not just with anxiety but with other emotions as well. Whenever I am really really happy about something, I think of Sigma and Moira. Whenever I’m depressed, I think about Sigma and Moira. I channel all of my emotions through these characters by acting out scenes in my head, imagining scenarios with them, or drawing them. Sometimes when I’m sad I’ll imagine Moira and Sigma in happy scenarios to cheer myself up. 

These characters, these fictional things from a video game, have had such an important impact on me I can’t even begin to describe it. I connect with these characters so deeply and so personally. 

I found myself connecting to them mostly during quarantine. This was the time when I was the loneliest I had ever been in my life. I was the most stressed and depressed I had ever been. I had lost a close family member and two beloved pets in a very short span of time. On top of this, I had no friends. I was completely downtrodden and lost. Then I decided to start playing Overwatch again, and everything started to change. 

I fell back in love with Moira more than ever and I found a brand new love for Sigma. I felt more connected to these characters than I ever would've because I had pretty much nobody else to connect to. These characters became my strongest coping mechanism and, in a way, my imaginary friends. I channeled all of my anxieties and sadness and grief and loneliness through them. I used them to help me grieve my loved ones. At the same time, I channeled my joy and pride and passions through them. These characters give me comfort when I need it most. That is something so special I can’t even begin to describe it. I love these characters with every single fiber of my heart and soul. They have been my greatest coping mechanism in these extremely tumultuous times. They helped me find actual friends for the first time in years, friends who I have been able to relate to and who love me despite my odd quirks and behaviors.

These fictional characters, these video game models, these lines of code, they have helped me survive my darkest days and enriched my brightest moments. These characters have fundamentally changed my life. 

And I wouldn’t trade it for anything. 

Thank you Overwatch. Even though your fanbase can be one of the most toxic things I have ever seen, you have given me friends and two characters that kept me going when life was trying its hardest to keep me down. You have really shown me the power of fiction and its ability to change lives. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. 

And thank you to whoever is still reading this. Seriously, I can’t believe you actually had the patience to listen to me ramble for so long about something so specific to me. It’s frankly incredible and I have endless respect for you. Your attention span is literally god-like if you were able to read through all this and I wanna thank you for blessing me with your priceless time and attention. It really is amazing.

[c-atm]

Halloween tradition

Welcome, hunters! Defenders! Protectors! Human and not! Singled and partnered! Welcome to the Halloween Hunter Horde!" The master of ceremonies, a large, snow skinned person dressed in a ringmaster attire, yelled from their balcony perch to the crowd below, getting cheers and lift of wine glasses in their honor.

As was the tradition of the 'Hunters Horde.'

An annual party for hunters by the 'powers that be,' as the hunters recognized them. Truthfully, they were those who provided hunters help and assistance through various means.

Shops to exchange gems for standard currency, buy gear and accessories, and even buy domestic items. They provided information on hunts, places for hunters to exchange information, and settled disputes, and every year they did this.

Why?

Demon hunting is a lucrative business.

For the 'powers that be.'

Dressed in a purple-and-red, tattered coat with a frilly shirt, pink vest, pair of black pants, leather boots with metal soles and toes, a pair of gloves, a diamond necklace; Steven sighed as he looked at the drink in his hand, a cranberry wine, very sweet and tangy, the velvet red color was pleasing to the eye, but it wasn't his taste. Symbolic of his feelings towards this event.

There are a million things he wished he could be doing right now. All involving his firey mistress right now. Hunting with her, trick-or-treating with her, which was fun last year, dressed as Mirai Kuriyama and him, Akihito Kanbara from beyond the boundary.

"Simply adorable, she was." He mused, thinking of how excited she was to do something so child-like. How her face glowed with pride every time they were stopped for a picture or got a statement on how cute their couple cosplay was. The times when she acted in character, reciting the characters' infamous 'unpleasant' line as she adjusted her red frame glasses. She was entirely in character that year...a little to perfect.

"Still cannot believe she learned a bit of enchanting magic to create a blood blade," He muttered with a loving smile, "though she's also done one who learned demon transformation magic, so in retrospect maybe it's not insane." He shook his head; he was talking to himself, literally as violet was out on the floor, either watching and dancing with Ames or about to cause havoc with Ames. Either would be fine at this moment.

"Where is she?" He wondered as he looked around the room of their peers, hoping to see if his lady was still present, as she arrived before him from her day job or if she completely bailed and went home, leaving him alone in this...Networking event.

"No...she's still here. Just hard to tell with these senses diluting glyphs in place." Steven whispered, but he still felt her presence in the manor, scattered but there. 'Concerning in a way. Though, doubt anyone here would do anything that might put them in opposition with the 'powers that be.'' Steven thought to himself.

Still, he was expecting more... chaotic entertainment with a name like a hunter's hoard, so far everyone was tamed-chatting, dancing...info gathering.

"Well, if it isn't the flames witch's devil." A female voice said from the left of him.

He turned his head to see a demon hunter that they've come across a few times. Snow blonde hair, dark skin, voluptuous form dressed as a sexy witch, a small split skirt, tight corset top, purple silk cape, and black witches hat.

"Sarah did your 'nun' drag you here as well," Steven smirked as the witch nodded with a sigh.

"Yup, my sweet demoness thought it would be fun, plus networking is my forte, supposedly." She rolled her eyes while crossing her arms.

"Aren't you the top manager in an electronic insurance firm?"

"Aren't you a bisexual in a seemingly heterosexual relationship."

"Well, damn, who shit in your wine." Steven yielded with his hands up.

"No, I'm sorry." She sighed, "Just being here and not being able to feel Alicia's presence....Being so close to... ' Them.'

Steven nodded. He got it; the 'powers that be' are strangely intimidating, especially since no one knows precisely who they are...That, coupled with the sense dampening spell, would put any right partner on edge.

"Did you come with Alicia?"

"Strange question." Sarah arched her eyebrow, " but yeah...Of course."

"Hmmph. Well, at least you saw your partner."

Sarah's eyes widened at that before she smirked. "You didn't see trailblazer , huh..or what she was wearing."

"You have?" Steven took a sip of wine.

"Oh yeah." She tittered, "Actually, her and Alicia were sticking close to each other, talking with some other hunters."

Steven released a breath he didn't know he was holding. He was more relaxed now that he knew she was at least with a trusted ally. A demoness, yes, but Alicia's a fan of his firey lady and has been one since the azurite case; Where she saved the duo and a few others from a very oppressive spell. She's even the one that dubbed her 'trailblazer' for her aptitude with fire magic and her fierce attitude.

"So... How does my lady look?" His curiosity and enthusiasm in his voice.

"I can not say when you sound so ecstatic. It's like spoiling the climax of a movie."

"Fine, fine. I'll let myself be surprised. Can you at least tell me where you last saw her?"

Sarah was about to point left when it all happened. A body sailed across the sky, above the crowd, landing right between the two hunters.

Looking down, they saw the body was that a man with tan skin, a deep brown comb-over, and a broken, singed nose and cheek, dressed as speed racer; he groaned before losing consciousness.

"Where is that grabby little snake!"

A voice yelled within the crowd, a familiar voice.

A fiery voice.

Steven smiled as he watched the crowd all but part to give room to his blazing contractee as she marched her way through towards her victim and assailant, and his jaw dropped when he saw her.

She was dressed in a steampunk styled costume her consists of a purple and red-trimmed leotard with matching hot pants, a deep blue pleated skirt, black thigh-high socks, white boots, a pair of red mid-finger gloves, a headband, a pink diamond barrette, and ribbon around a lock of her hair. The costume, while not revealing, showed all her curves and brought both her charm and charisma to the surface.

"My Connie." He expressed in a daze getting her attention.

"Steven?" Her eyes expanded as she saw her partner, instantly forgetting the handsy little perv, in favor of her beloved demon embrace. Laughing as his hands found themselves at the curve of her back and her palms found his shoulder blades as she kisses his gem under his shirt. Getting a small shiver of appreciation.

She climbed out his arms, reluctantly to take a look at her partner in his outfit." So it's a costume party, and you came as a demon?" She teased, "a little on the nose there, don't you think."

"Ah, but you see, I'm now a love demon, all for you," he whispered, pulling her back into his hold.

"You gotta show me your credentials, later then."

She giggled, feeling his gentle lips on her shoulder. "So, you didn't say anything about my alchemist costume." She mumbled into his ear.

"Do I have to say how bewitching and tempting you are?" He teasingly admitted as he kissed her blushing cheeks.

"You just did, silly " She sighed, holding him close. She turned to Sarah and pointed toward the crowd, "Alicia's near the punch."

Sarah gave the two a grin before disappearing into the sea of people, leaving the two of them alone.

"So, having fun?" Steven asked, against her collar.

"Yea, it's been a blast." She started sarcastically, "talking shop, exchanging war stories and info about demons sighting called 'slashers'..." She sighed, "all while having people gawk at me with lewd eyes." She huffed.

"Well, you can't blame them. You make such an alluring alchemist." He moved his lips to her ear, "you'd have willing volunteers to experiment all across the land." His teasing cold breath tickled her ear, causing her to giggle.

[[More*]]

"Oh! no doubt," she carried on their play, nuzzling close. "Unfortunately, I have such a terrifying territorial terror as my partner. You'd chase them all away." She clicked her tongue in faux reprimand, kissing his temple. "Scientific succession stopped by my stingy Steven."

"I was yours first. Science can suck it."

"You're mine now."

"I'll be yours forever."

The earnest way he said it made her heart thumped and urged her to give him a tender kiss, humming throughout.

"Can we go somewhere more...Secluded, like.." She nodded her head towards the western wall, where there was a large enough balcony behind two glass doors, and no one was on it. Connie only giggled as Steven scooped her up and moved like a wisp of smoke towards their destination; unseen, and unnoticed by all.

They reappeared on the terrace almost immediately, Steven walking out of the smoke with Connie, still mid-laugh. He sat her down on her feet before watching her walk to the edge and sitting on top of it, facing him. "You'd catch me if I fall, right?"

"Of course, my lady. I am your partner." He smirked devilishly as he glided up to her, resting his hands beside her hips and his torso between her knees. Looking up at her somewhat mischievous face shining in the moonlight. "Are you planning a daring escape?" He teased.

"Actually, I might have...Sort of...Put one into action, already?" She confessed sheepishly.

"Huh?" Steven looked dumbfounded at his love. " What do you mean?"

"You'll find out."

"Does...does it have anything to do with that fool you laid out." He asked.

"Oh, gosh, no!" She exclaimed. "I put this into action, way before he grabbed my and Alicia's butt." She clarified, almost nonchalantly. She pulled him into a hold, feeling the rage from her best friend and partner, "No, we already handled it." She confirmed.

"But he..." Steven began only to be silenced by a small glare.

"It was nothing, my dapper demon. I promise. He touched and was punished for it..." she grimaced" Licia, just about ended his bloodline, if you catch my drift." She said, flexing her fingers as if she was holding something.

"Ooh." Steven breathed out, shaking his head." Still, wished that didn't occur."

"Yeah, cause only you can be perverse with me." She teased.

"Now, is it really perverse when it's with your lover, I prefer, intimate." He spoke in that devilishly dapper tongue that used to (and still at times) make her a blushing mess.

Connie, red face and eyes glowing by another emotional heat, chuckled. "Intimate, huh?" She pulled him closer.

"Yup." he rested his head on hers. "My actions are based on my love for you, my flame ."

"I never doubted that, my gem .." She chuckled. "Speaking of intimate...How long are you gonna keep your lady waiting?"

Steven didn't need anymore coaxing as they shared a deep kiss. Her hand holding his cheek, as he held her seat, her hot tongue twist, caress, and danced with his cooler one, creating a moment of warming love between the two. However, anyone else would see a small purple heart of flame around them.

Then a crash resounded from the inside along with the yells and laughter of Violet and Ames, causing general chaos.

"That's -chu- your -chu- plan?" He smirked through their kiss.

"Um -chu- hm !" She nodded, "let's go get us some candy -chu- get us a demon -chu- get a little hurt, -chu- and then spend the night dressing each other wounds, love demon. "

"Now, That's a plan fit for an alchemist." Steven said, deepening the kiss. " -CHU!- I missed you."

"I missed you too...Nothing like being able to sense you." She sighed as the kiss gain more depth.

-CRASH!-

" Let's not waste their hard work."

Steven smirked as he lifted his lady from the railing holding her in his arms, resuming their kiss as they sank into the sweet shadows that filled their flaming heart.

Off to spend their Halloween, their way.

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For @meku95 Halloween contest

[cosplayinamerica]

I grew up watching Batman : The Animated Series, and as a cosplayer, I’m always looking for fun characters to recreate. Villains are my favorite to cosplay because we love to hate them! Two-Face is such a fiery person with excellent character design, and I wanted to take on the challenge of using face paint since I’d never done that before.

I wanted the costume to have an elegant but flirty vibe, so I first made the two-tone high-low skater skirt. Then I took apart two corsets to combine them into one black and white piece. The most time-sucking part of the cosplay is of course the face and body paint. I practiced that a couple of times before taking this cosplay to the con.

This cosplay is especially fun at cons— the face paint gets a lot of reactions! I love when someone passes me starting on my “normal” side, then gasps when they see my creepy blue side! Late one night after the SDCC, I was in a convenience store and a local woman screamed when she saw me!

Honestly, cosplay has changed my life. I deal with anxiety on a daily basis, and cosplay allows me to have fun while I conquer my fears and meet people I never would have otherwise. I love when one of my cosplays makes people smile and recall fond memories of watching a beloved movie or show. It’s a great way to connect to people and feel like you’re part of a special nerdy family.

—- Miss Laneous

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[mphfpc-n-stuff]

here’s a thing

I think the reason it’s hard for most fans of the Miss Peregrine’s book series to even l o o k at the Miss Peregrine’s movie is because of not only how far from the book it is, but also how very little accurate it actually is. They took parts, not even the best parts just parts, and left the rest in the trash. They scooped, dug their dirty hands through the artwork and pulled out what could barely support a film. The idea of a loop, but on the wrong date. Our heroine Emma Bloom, minus the fiery anger that drove and flawed her. Our beloved children, minus any sort of personality or character besides “happy!”, “fashion!” or “angry!”. And to keep the falling apart film together they taped it with random bonds or additions that even within the world of the film wouldn’t make sense. The choice to age up characters only raises the argument that their needed to be a balance, but, why then, were other characters aged down? You had balance between the children, bonds could form within the group that actually made sense and added to each other’s character. Bronwyn’s relationship with the young children made her seem soft and motherly and loveable. Something along the same lines can be said with Enoch, and even though this is (barely) present in the film it almost was presented as an original idea, like two different characters pocessing the same characteristic or attitude. The relationships between Hugh and Fiona or Enoch and Olive are a perfect example of this. When they found a hole in their plot, the empty space were the now dead relationship between Hugh and Fiona lied, they filled it with the only other two characters that pocessed the same age. This relationship doesn’t build the characters at all, Enoch was already shown to have a “soft side” within context of the book without this relationship, and it seems the Olive character takes nothing from it other than showing she can be bossed around and maintain a toxic relationship, which are not good character traits one wants to portray in what was once Olive Abrholos Elelpanta; a spunky little girl that was often loud and happy, not to mention hopeful.

In conclusion, the resentment most fans feels comes from a place of confusion towards the decisions of the director and staff and anger at the useless changes while still maintaining the most arbitrary choices. It’s as if we’ve all collectively joined in to support, create and enjoy a piece of art, only for it to be stolen, “remade” while missing most of its key parts, and taped together with random pieces and slapped an unjust name upon. Perhaps most fans can enjoy these new parts, and I must say in the context of the movie some can be enjoyable and tolerable, but I can only wonder how it would’ve faired if the tape wasn’t needed. If the book was savored by the created of the movie, if they took in every detail and relished in it as we tend to. It’s flaws, it’s strengths. It’s characters and plot. And so, to the creators of the Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculair Children movie, I ask why you decided to create something for a book you clearly did not enjoy? There was no spark, no passion. The characters were faces that could be drawn, slapped on merchandise and easily cosplayed as. Perhaps the effects were good, perhaps the acting or the cinematography. But the story, the characters and plot were a collage of something stolen and something borrowed from countless upon countless tropes. And because of this, I believe myself and people like myself will never be able to fully enjoy this film. To take what we cherish, what we love and to break it on the floor and glue it together is no gift, and never will be one. Others may enjoy, and good on them, but I wil never ever forget the beautiful and original book that touched my heart, and the movie that punctured it.

[hagarenmovie]

Fullmetal World Whirlwind Tour Second Stop Report! Ryosuke Yamada, Tsubasa Honda, and Director Sori Appear at Japan Expo in Paris!

The second stop on the World Whirlwind Tour was the 18th Annual Japan Expo taking place in Paris and encompassing all of Japanese culture from manga and anime to games and talent. Straight from LA, Ryosuke Yamada, who plays the protagonist Ed, and Director Sori gathered [in Paris] along with Winry's actress, Tsubasa Honda on Friday, July 7th!

At this Expo's largest stage capable of accommodating 4,000 guests, and just like at Anime Expo, with foreign fans arriving in great numbers, the event started. Before the special guests appeared, a 49 second trailer was shown causing the room to quickly burst into cheers, then, holding a small bamboo with wishes hanging off of it, entered Yamada, Honda, and Director Sori.

The first greetings started with the MC explaining, "Today in Japan, it's a day known as Tanabata," and then Yamada continued with, "In Japan it is said that if you write your wishes down today, on July 7th, they'll come true. We wrote down our wishes and brought them here." ( ※ Mr. Yamada's wish was 'For FMA to be loved even more than it is now!!') After that, he greeted the fans in French and was met with loud, excited cheers. 

During the question and answer session, Yamada was asked what his attitude was when he received the offer to portray [Ed], to which he answered, "At first I thought, 'I wonder if it really is okay if it's me?' but later, I thought, 'man, I'm glad it was me." Honda, who is also a big fan of the original work, answered as a fan, "I felt very very happy to be able to be in this work that is so beloved in Japan. This work is mainly about brotherly love that can move you and entertain you, which makes it exciting to watch - I think that's the kind of work [FMA] is."

Then, while everyone was excited because of the talk session, the special footage was shown and, just like in LA, the footage was received with enthusiastic acclaim throughout the room. With fiery excitement and cheers of delight, Yamada, Honda, and Director Sori were welcomed back to the stage where the MC asked them for their thoughts on the audience's reaction to the footage. "I was extremely happy. I was deeply moved while watching [the audience's reaction]. Was it like you imagined?" asked Yamada, to which the audience responded with great excitement. "I was glad to hear the cheers get louder," Honda commented, and the audience responded with yells swelling with happiness. Director Sori continued, "[While watching the footage] I was very nervous wondering what you all thought about it. So, do you feel like you want to see [the film]?" and as he asked the audience, the fans once again replied with loud cries of support.

After that, Yamada answered the question of how he portrayed a character that wasn't exactly Japanese, "This was the first time I ever played a character that was foreign so at first I, of course, felt some resistance, but as soon as I tried on the costume, in that instant, I became Ed and I was able to get rid of that uncomfortable feeling." Honda proclaimed her love to FMA with, "I also love Fullmetal Alchemist so I was able to overcome the wall of race through that love." When the talk moved to the great use of CGI, Director Sori commented, "Without using CGI, we wouldn't be able to make [the movie] so we used a lot of it, but I like movies that combine emotional and artistic things through the use of technology so this film has all of that." Following the Director's comment, the MC asked the room, "Do you think [the Director] has succeeded?" to which the audience responded with loud, excited yells and applauses. At this point, the creator Arakawa Sensei's surprise message was read and the room was once more enveloped in great cheers of joy.

The MC asked the special guests to give their thoughts on the event, which was exciting from beginning to end, to the fans that had gathered there, and Yamada started off, "I'm happy. It feels like my time to look the world in the eyes has come. I feel deeply moved." Moved by the joyful fans, Honda mentioned, "It's fun to look at all of you cosplaying here and there." Then, when it was time to enter the Q&A part with the fans that gathered that day, one cosplaying fan asked what the most difficult scene to tackle during filming was and Director Sori answered, "Ed and Al's heroic brotherly quarrel, which is in the film, was probably the hardest part. It was because Yamada-kun had to imagine Al was there while acting with a different actor. Afterwards the CGI was put in of course, but Yamada's intuition is very good so it went well." Another fan asked if there was pressure from the FMA fans, to which Director Sori answered, overflowing with confidence, "There's a lot of faithfulness to the original work [in the film] so I made [the film] while thinking that fans of the original work would definitely enjoy it and didn't really feel any pressure. I had no worries (haha)."

For the final messages, Yamada, like someone playing the lead role, gave a magnificent message, "The staff and cast, as one, worked hard to make this work that is beloved around the world into a film. I think there's advantages in the manga version being a manga, just like there's advantages in the live action version being a live action so I hope they can all be lumped together and loved." Honda also followed, commenting on her confidence in the work, "The staff, the cast, and everyone put all of their effort into filming and creating this. [The film] has become something that everyone in the world can have confidence in and recommend. Please watch it." Lastly, Director Sori closed the event with this message, "I really felt everyone's enthusiasm so I'd like to create a work that doesn't betray your expectations. Please don't worry (haha), and please watch!"

(*Corrected one of Director Sori’s comments.)

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