#i KNOW you had the wiki open at some point did you just not fucking read anything else?????

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

on another note wow. i applaud you for trying to appear you've put even a modicum of care into this video. but you've:

shown net zero fucking information. your cast should know most of this already, and you'd know that if you paid fucking attention

done no elaboration on important topics. your videos hammer in the same few points and your dialogue restated that information almost verbatim. you've also failed to cover anything else important about the character. this could be overlooked if your video was any good or if you were focusing on one event in the first place, but its NOT and you're NOT

failed to present any character relationships in a meaningful way. even between the people in the fucking room. you could at least show their interactions between each other if you didn't want to go into interpersonal relationships (despite them being a humongous part of the character) but NO

GOT YOUR FUCKING TIMELINE WRONG HOW DO YOU EVEN FUCK IT UP THAT BAD???? HOW????? ITS SO FUCKING BAD WTF

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

Deuce in my One Piece Modern AU :)

Now ive never read the Ace Novels,

HOWEVER! ☝️

I just read the Wiki on this guy.

Honestly this is more of a soul read than anything else, sorry if i mischaracterize him :)

Additional headcanons 👇

Deuce’s father was in the military and their family often had to move around when he was young. During his 12 grade year, that landed deuce in the same high-school that Ace went to. They met eachother in the school’s Jazz band, He played Sax, Ace played Bass.

On their very first day of meeting eachother though, they accidentally found themselves locked out of the school building, which lead them to have to walk around the campus banging on doors until someone opened one.

During their little adventure, Ace kept trying to get Deuce to tell him his name, in which he was withholding from his classmate. At this point in moving around so much, he got tired of introducing himself, but that just lead to Ace making up the name ‘Deuce’ for him, and the name just stuck!

They started to have some banter between eachother because of their escapade and quickly became friends. Deuce wasnt really interested in making friends, but Ace pulled him into his friend groups and gave him a social life that made him happy :)

During their school year, Deuce started growing a crush on his new friend. He never thought that getting locked out of the school one day would lead to being head over heels, but here he is… shhhit.

Eventually, he plucks up the courage to tell Ace how he feels, and Ace responded by placing a big ol’ kiss on Deuce’s lips, much to his surprise.

They start dating, but onward, it felt like something was missing. Deuce had never dated anyone before, but this isn't what he thought it would be like. They did all the normal couply physical stuff, but it still felt like he was just a friend to Ace.

One day, he voiced his concerns to Ace who just looked sad. Ace bows the deepest bow Deuce had ever seen and apologized.

He expresses that he doesn't know how to love like deuce does. Everytime he tries, he fails, and he winds up hurting the ones that he cares for. He thought that he was doing better with deuce, but obviously not, and now Ace has hurt him, too.

They wind up breaking up, but remaining friends. deuce understands that Ace has some self development that he has to go through, and that a romantic relationship between them wouldnt work out.

Ace was his first heartbreak, but he's glad they can still be friends.

and sometimes they fuck idk

thanks for reading :) i hope you enjoyed my Aromantic vent piece

heres some ship art for them on my ship art account

[pooks]

time to nag about my headcanon "Percy has Seer powers" and why that is a great idea

first of all, a little clarification; this isn't common knowledge to the younger siblings. only Arthur, Molly, Bill and Charlie knows. they kept this secret after Fabian and Gideon Prewett died

this implies that they died to protect Percy, who was just this tiny toddler who had absolutely no control over what he could See

the result is to keep his Seer powers secret

some background info; Percy's Seer powers is a rare gift that is apparently passed down from the Black side

Cedrella, aka their paternal grandmother, had it and has taught Percy how to use and control it. that's why Percy had a more closer bond to his granny than the rest of the family.

Arthur did not inherit it, but one of his brothers did. unfortunately, his poor brother is dead (it's not Billius, but someone else cause Arthur had three brothers accourding to the wiki) because he rather die than to let himself being caught by Voldemort and used as a tool.

while he doesn't understand Seer powers too well, Arthur respects it and is trying to be supportive for Percy.

also at a later point, Percy had 1 Bad Incident™ involving his Seer powers and it slightly traumatised him enough to not try to use it again

he takes divination in his third year for two reasons; 1, he also want to achieve 12 NEWTS like Bill. 2, he wants to understand his weird future-seeing power.

Oliver, his roommate (oh my god they were roommates) finds out by accident and keeps nagging him about the future Quidditch match results. Percy refuses cause that's SPOILERS

and now ONTO THE FUN STUFF

Percy can look far into the future, but he settles for the fun stuff

he occassionally makes references to memes and vines

his siblings doesn't understand them at all

at least until they're all adults with families in the future

and they be like "YOU KNEW"

and Percy just smiles innocently even though he absolutely isn't

Harry and Hermione aren't safe from Percy's Seer Shenanigans either

everytime Hermione is working with a crossword, Percy's eyes flashes green for a moment and when he opens his mouth, Hermione hits him with a pillow cause he was about to reveal the answer

Harry asked Percy once if his Seer powers was why Fudge promoted him. Percy simply smiled and said "yes, that was the reason. but the idiot didn't realized that i tricked him all the time and sent him on a wild goose chase."

aaaaand some Ministry shitshow stuff;

HEADCANON TWO; PERCY MADE LIFE SOUR FOR FUDGE AND THE IDIOT NEVER REALIZED IT

ofc Percy would be petty af once he figured out Fudge only wanted him because of his Seer powers. which means the fucker looked at the classified information in his personell file. Percy is obvs mad about that, but it's too late to tell his family about it and he decides to be an absolute menace about it without being caught

"getting caught means that you weren't smart enough to get an escape plan"

Percy takes full offense of being treated like a tool instead of a human with rights

he burns several draft-ups for the "updated law for underage magic" because they're fucking awful and he knows the bastard wants to ruin Harry's education. that also means he would ruin his baby siblings' educations.

he also burnt the suggestion papers about giving Azkaban prisoners the dementor's kiss without trial.

the law suggestions about banning human rights for werewolves, wizard hybrids and squibs also got BURNT INTO ASHES

Percy: I decide the future now. >:)

Scrimgeour makes an early bird appearence cause Fudge can't find the law suggestions anymore and he was the idiot to not keep copies.

after investigating privately, Scrimgeour finds out that Percy burnt them up and this madlad explains why.

suddenly Scrimgeour fully supports Percy and says his late uncles would be proud. bonus: Scrimgeour simply says to Fudge that he can't find things that may be gone forever, it's sadly "lost media" now.

Percy, getting the idea from the twints, orders dragon fertilizer (it's dragon dung lol) subscription from norway's dragon research center and sanctuary and sends it to Umbridge, using her forged signature

he's careful to not get caught, so he looks into the future (a bit at the time, though)

feel free to add some of your own ideas/suggestions/headcanon about Seer!Percy Weasley :)

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

It Takes a Mob pt. 5

Previous

First

Bill steeled his breath as he looked around the room,

“Everyone in position? On sync.”

There was a rigid atmosphere as they all took on final deep breath.

“Sync!!”

The tabs were opened quickly.

The plan fell apart equally as fast.

“The legs? What the fuck do you mean lift ‘im up by his legs? How the fuck am I supposed to deal with the diaper?!”

“I don’t know man that’s what the wiki says!”

Marv started to put down the trash can,

“No man I think you godda put both of ‘em in one hand Bill.”

Bill glared at as Marv took a step forward,

“Don’t abandon your post dumbass! What do you mean both in one hand?”

“I dunno man, they’re small! Just one hand ‘em!“

“But what if I-JESUS!!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The diaper was eventually replaced but Bill could feel a couple gray hairs that were not there that morning.

“I guess we need to add density shifting to the list now, nice catch Ken!”

Ken for his part thumped on the wall in the bathroom and over the sound of the shower yelled, “Aye fuck you!” Much to the amusement of his cohort.

Danny had calmed down after he was cleaned up and happily shaking his rabbit on the couch at this point. Bill watched him in mild amusement as he packed the to-go bag back up with a snicker.

“Be lucky that you’re cute kid, Ken would’ve put a cap in anyone else’s ass for that stunt you did.”

Marv slammed back into the apartment with theatric gasp holding something fabric in his arms.

“What the fuck is that?”

“A boba wrap.”

“A what?”

Bill made a grab for the babe as Marv unceremoniously plopped himself on the other side of the couch and sheepishly gave an apologetic smile at Bill’s glare.

“A boba wrap. Gwen thought the best way of move around with Danny would be to jus’ carry him so there wouldn’t be any chance of snatchers. An’ if we use this wrap correctly, we can just tie him on as we work!”

Gently bouncing the boy, Bill looked over the cloth, as Ken joined them in the living room with a towel around his neck.

“And your sister isn’t going to be mad if we use this right?”

“Oh nah, she doesn’t have no more use for it since the nibblings are older. She just says to wash it if we give it back.”

Ken shook his hair like a wet dog with a snort,

“Bless that lady. How’s she handling the news?”

“About as good as you can expect when one of your younger brothers calls you at noon asking ‘bout diaper changing.”

Bill took a seat with a sigh,

“Ok gentlemen, we got about six hours before we need to clock in. You two have been up since yesterday so go take naps. I can handle the squirt.”

Ken squinted,

“You sure Bill?”

“Don’t make me regret letting you two into my room. I will know if you go snooping. But other than that, go, I’ll wake you two up half an hour beforehand so we can figure out this wrapping situation.”

Bill watched as the two lumbered away before focusing his eyes back on the tyke.

“Welp, you and me kid. What do you think we should do?”

“Baba…”

“I don’t know about that, but we do have Hulu.”

Grabbing the remote, Bill put his feet up and settled back.

“I heard this Bluey fella has some good ratings. What do you think?”

“Ap.”

“Bluey it is then.”

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[ravencincaide]

 Make it up to you

Summary: Chuuya fucked up. You knew it. He knew it. The question was could you recover from it? Or the time you put Chuuya between a rock and a hard place. 

Pairing: fem!reader x Chuuya 

Inspired by Sweetober prompt 10: Shining shoes

Warnings: Cursing, mention of clubwear/revealing clothes and alcohol,  

Authornote: 

Dogeza - A deepest (and often most humiliating) form of Japanese apology often targeted towards one's superiors or when requesting a favor. As Wikipedia states “By performing dogeza and apologizing to someone, usually the other person would have a tendency to forgive.” More on it here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dogeza

This fic follows a theme where the reader does not know Chuuya is in the Mafia.  I hope you enjoy ~ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You looked good. 

The clothes you picked out hugged your figure in all the right places. The black with golden glitter corset accentuating your figure giving you a smooth hourglass shape. It pushed your breasts up, giving them a perky appearance. The top black shimmery lace gave your girls just the right amount of modesty to not take away the teasing preview, especially since you weren’t wearing a bra. The design of the corset made it natural to look down, following the curve of your hips down your asymmetrical skirt; layers of sheer golden glitter between the folds of black lace. It was especially pleasing around your ass adding just the right amount of tempting volume before the long back piece of it stretched over your legs and down to your black and gold heels. The front of the skirt was shorter and simpler.  Just long enough that it wasn’t revealing too much while still showing off plenty of leg. You chose to forgo tights. There was no point in being modest, you were going clubbing after all. 

Twirling to the loudly playing pop song from your phone you took one more look at yourself. You had curled your hair, the bouncy locks circling over your shoulders and down to your waist and did your nails in matching colours. You were fully intending to show them off, picking a black clutch to match your attire. The perfume you picked was a sweet and playful scent- one you hadn’t worn in years because it just didn’t feel right to your ‘in relationship’ self. Now that you were single and it suited you perfectly. There was no question about it:  You looked fucking hot. 

All that was left were some last touches of make up before you were ready to head out and start pre-gaming. There was a cheap bar just around the corner from your house where you agreed to meet up with your girls- a pack of single ladies ready to get over their trashy boyfriends. 

Ding dong 

Speaking of your pack, your lips pulled up into a pleased smile as you finished applying your mascara before tossing it in the bag together with the rest of your make up. Another doorbell rang making you roll your eyes “ Sheesh I’m coming, I’m coming, no need to get your panties in a twist” You called, unable to believe how impatient your girlfriends were. 

Opening the door you were greeted with a bouquet of hundreds of dark red roses in slightly different shades which rather discreetly spelled out the word “ I love you”. They were held by a gloved hand, which was attached towards a very restless looking, top-hat wearing Chuuya. “ Sweetheart I-” 

Without a second thought you slammed the door in his face and turned on your heel, heading back into your bathroom.  You made a quick pause in the living room, changing the music from pop to club music. You also made sure to increase the volume, which almost drowned out the sound of banging and “oj are you fucking  serious right now?” coming from behind your front door. 

Where were you? 

Eyes done. Mascara done. Lips outlined and coloured with lipstick. Only some lipgloss and you’d be ready to go. You took your time to look through your makeup pouch, hesitating between a plumping gloss and a shimmering one. Would you look too much like a magpie with even more glitter and gold on your body? 

The sound of the doorbell in combination with hits- from both feet and fist- broke your concentration. Your Indecisiveness won out and you threw both tubes into your clutch. You’d apply the gloss in the bar you decided. 

Another prolonged ring of the doorbell.

You closed your eyes, inhaling deep breaths to keep the hot rod of anger in your stomach at bay. With each ring the anger grew, mixing with other unpleasant emotions such as ‘humiliation’ and ‘hurt’. 

Another kick towards the door. 

You swore you could hear the wood shaking- cracking- in the frame. Finally losing your cool you made quick feet back towards the front door, ripping it opened just as Chuuya was about to call out to you again

“ Sweetheart I-” 

“ What the fuck do you want?” you yelled at him. 

Chuuya flinched, anger flashing in his blue orbs before he bowed his head hiding his emotion beneath the shade of the hat. Once more he cautiously held the flowers towards you. Urging you to take them. You crossed your arms over your chest, your nails digging into your forearms. A side of you wanted to slam the door back in his face. While another side of you wanted closure- an explanation, a simple reason why.  

“ I’m so sorry sweetheart” he bowed his head lower as a sign of sincerity in his apology “ I fucked up.” 

“ Damn right.” You snapped back, his apology felt like a hot knife in your chest. It was doing little to sooth you. “ Is that all you wanted?” 

He didn’t raise his head. Like a scolded kid he kept looking at the floor “ I wanna make it up to you.” 

You scuffed at that and shook your head. “ Who the hell do you take me for? I have some self respect! You think you can humiliate me- stand me up, on valentine's day of all days! Ignore my calls and messages. Just ghost me for a month and then stroll up to my door with flowers and all is forgiven and forgotten. Fuck. You!”  

You stared at him for thirty seconds, waiting for him to say anything. To give you a reason, an explanation. Something that would make you understand. That would somehow justify all the suffering you had to put up with during this past month. All this time- and without  a single word from him. Nada. You had grown so desperate after a few days, so fucking worried that you had send a text to Dazai asking him if he knew anything. Not even an hour later he responded with a picture.

The picture showed Chuuya’s reflection in a mirror: mouth wide open with two protruding vampire fangs. Gloves off, poking at them. In the background was a plastic bag from a large and well known halloween and party store, a glass of wine and a lit cigarette peeking out atop a bedside drawer. In the picture, on the opposite side from the bedside drawer, you caught the glimpse of the bed, dark covers and silky sheets. 

Your cynical mind guessed- although you couldn’t prove it- that it was a one bed bedroom. But what you could say with certainty that it was a hotel room. And that was how you found out you were dumped.  And now he wanted to make it up to you? Just when you were starting to pick the pieces back up? Fuck him twice! 

You watched Chuuya take a breath, his voice shaky, a broken plea as he apologized again: “ I’m sorry. I really really am Y/N” 

Your response was slamming the door back in his face. 

Then you leaned your back against it. Your attention was on the ceiling, blinking fast to prevent the tears from falling. If you started crying now you’d ruin your makeup that you spend the last hour perfecting. He was not worth that. He wasn’t– but why did he have to come back now? Just.. why? 

You didn’t hear ringing or banging anymore and heaved sighed. You didn’t know if you were relieved that he left or whether you were sad that it took so little for him to disappear again. Was there perhaps a hint of anger that he treasured you so little? Why did he even bother coming back? 

 You stayed in the apartment until your phone buzzed with a text message. Night out with friends. Right.You went over to your phone and turned off the music, then picked up your clutch and a few other necessities on the way before you put on your heels. Then you opened the front door, freezing in your doorway. Chuuya was leaning against the wall opposite your door. Arms crossed over his chest, the ridiculous bouquet of flowers now laying on the floor. 

You felt a little bit of pity for them- after all the roses haven’t done anything wrong. “ Sweetheart I’m not leaving until we talk, even if I have to follow you to your outing” Chuuya stated keeping his eyes respectfully on your face “ Just give me a bit of your time. You have every right to send me to hell after and I promise I’ll never approach you again.” You looked at him and he stared back. Battle of the wills. Who’d break first? 

You knew Chuuya was persistent. You had no doubt in your mind that he would follow you around, all night if he had to, until you gave him your time. You doubted he would intervene no matter what you did, but you also did not feel comfortable drinking and dancing all night if he was going to sit in the corner and watch you. Let alone complain and critique his actions with your girlfriends if he was just gonna sit behind your shoulder and listen in. 

In defeat you sighed heavily and opened the door wider before turning on your heel and going back inside. Out of the corner of your eye you could see him take a step towards you and you paused in the doorway. The bouquet of flowers on the floor tugged once more at your heart. You didn’t think those beautiful roses deserved to be discarded like trash in the hallway, to be stomped on by passers. Walked on until there was nothing left of them. 

“ Take the flowers with; they did nothing wrong.” You took out your phone and began texting your friends while attempting to kick your heels off in the hallway. After a few moments of struggle your heels were off your feet and you headed back into your living room. You heard Chuuya taking off his shoes behind you. You didn’t bother to wait for him. You finished your text before you tossed your phone and clutch onto the couch.There you stopped and turned to face him, crossing your arms over your chest again. 

Chuuya wore a tired expression on his face: his eyes were slightly red, irritated and you could see black rings under them from lack of sleep. His clothes looked ruffled and far from pristine: crickled and definitely not the first freshness. You could see that his hair was messy, even if most of it was hidden beneath his hat. Despite your anger, the sight of him so tired and pale tugged at your heart. You watched with less anger as he set the flowers carefully on the table as if they would somehow defuse the tense situation. Your eyes lingered on them, not wanting to let go of your anger and hurt quite yet.

“I’m very sorry Y/N” You glanced back at him, your jaw dropping as you saw the proudest man you’ve ever known on his knees bowing his apology. It was not quite a dogeza but considering this was Chuuya of all people this was the closest possible to achieve from him.

The equivalent of a miracle. 

“ I am deeply sorry Y/N. I didn’t leave because I wanted to. Something happened at work that demanded my attention urgently and I had to leave Yokohama within half an hour. I got back today” he explained, his hands in fists at his sides his knuckles brushing against the carpet of your living room. Each word was spoken through squeezed teeth; he was  biting through this humiliating act for a chance at forgiveness.   “So you’re telling me that you stood me up because of work?“ You asked slowly, eyes narrowed in anger. You took a step closer to him. “And you didn’t have the decency to give me a call?” Chuuya sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose, trying to rub away the guilt and regret. “ I didn’t take my phone with me,” he admitted. The action made you raise an eyebrow,baffled. Then you laughed in disbelief. Another step towards him as if you could intimidate him into telling the truth “ You? Did not take your phone with you?” Chuuya nodded slowly, not finding any amusement in the current situation. “ I didn’t.. If I had it with me I’d be more focused on you and us.. Instead of work, sweetheart…I didn’t think a phone call or sms would solve this. I broke my promise to you. A text would not be able to solve that.”

You chewed on your lip in thought, your anxiety pooling in your stomach. Unconsciousely you inched closer to him. Despite your anger towards him, you missed him so fucking much“ You know, I can’t tell if you’re lying or telling the truth when I don’t even know where you work?”  

“ Sweetheart please–” Chuuya reached up and wrapped his arms around your waist. He buried his face in your stomach. He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. Then another deep breath and another.  

" Seriously, You'd rather humiliate yourself on your knees than tell me where you work?" Your hand reached out and took off his hat, while your second hand began running through the tangled strands of orange hair. Your favorite hair. 

Chuuya did not hesitate to answer your question:" If it keeps you safe, then yes."

" Is it that important that I don't know? Kinda like you'd have to kill me if I found out" You half joked before you moved to sit on the floor right in front of him. Eye to eye, his hands still on your waist. 

Chuuya fixed you with a firm gaze, his blue orbs serious and worried. Not finding even the slightest bit of humour in your joke. “ I would never kill you, sweetheart. '' His gloved hand reached up and tugged the escaped baby hairs behind your ear and out of your face. “ But the more you know the more that could place you in danger–” he trailed off. His gloved hand trailing from your ear and to your cheek slowly stroking your skin. “Babydoll please” 

You surrendered and leaned into his touch. How could you ever say no to this man? To this proud, arrogant yet sweet man who’d gift you the world if you asked for it. You closed your eyes for a second, breathing in the familiar scent. The tension left your shoulders slowly. Anger fading into sadness, humiliation and tiredness, You just wanted to understand. 

Instantly he moves closer and presses his lips to yours. His lips felt chapped and raw, uneven and he tastes of coffee and cigarettes. But also of Chuuya. Your Chuuya. The second kiss was deeper, and you can taste a hint of your cherry flavored lipstick on his tongue. The kiss was hungry- you’re hungry for him, for his touch and taste after a month apart. And he was clinging to you as if you were his everything. 

When you finally ran out of breath you broke the kiss and rested your forehead against his. Your eyes staring into his; seeing all the emotions that were too hard for him to say out loud. " You hurt me very much, you know that. Can you promise me you won't do it again?"

Taking your hand in his own he nuzzled his face into the palm, his lips brushing your wrist every few moments. At your question he sighed. It looked like a part of him died with the answer " No, I can’t promise that” you move to pull away. 

Chuuya’s hold on you tightened, not letting you go, He continued speaking: " But I can promise I'll not leave you alone ever again" His lips were back on your skin, now more boldly kissing your wrist. 

You sighed tired and defeated, weak to those blue eyes of his and devilish kisses. " I guess that's good enough for now" 

Chuuya nodded slowly, a hint of a grateful smile on his lips as he  moved closer to kiss you again. But you stop him with a finger on his lips:" Say Chuu, did your hotel room have one bed?" He looked up at you with a confused and mildly annoyed expression on his face, gears shifting in his head as he tried to figure out what you were getting at. When he didn't reply you continued " were there girls?"

Chuuya gave you the most unimpressed and deadpanned look he could master " I didn't cheat"

You hummed for a moment, beginning to thread your fingers through his ponytail, detangling the knots as his lips pressed kisses to your skin. Suddenly you paused, gears clicking in your head as you realized he avoided answering the actual question : "Chuuya!..."

[exhuastedpigeon]

Han's far too long "I got covid for the first time and haven't felt the house in 6 days Buddie fic rec list"

This rec list is a combo of fics I read for the first time in the last week & fics I reread because they're wonderful and I needed comfort through my fever.

Break Glass in Case of Emergency by Beforeastorm 2,894 words || teen

Eddie’s mind wandered to the red folder, tucked high up in the back of his closet. He recalled back to a conversation he had with Buck, almost a year ago at this point: “It’s an insurance policy; a break glass in case of emergency. A trump card.” “One I really hope we’ll never have to use.” “But if we have to, we’ll be really glad we did this.” When hospital policy doesn't allow Chris, as an unrelated minor, to visit a comatose post-lightning strike Buck in the ICU, Eddie has a solution. Unfortunately, that involves sharing some pretty personal information in a waiting room filled with the 118.

Relationship Advice from Complete Strangers Online by HMSLusitania 3,964 words || Teen

When he gets home for the night, Buck turns to the one source of information that’s never let him down: the internet. He gets as far as opening his laptop and pulling up a web browser, and then he stalls. His homepage, for years now, has been Wikipedia. He doesn’t know how exactly he’s supposed to wiki-search “Is my best friend into me.” It’s not like he really does social media, either. Ever since he bailed on dating apps, he’s sort of tried to avoid other people online. He likes people in real spaces so much more. But where does one go for relationship advice from complete strangers online? Which is how, ten minutes later, he finds himself on Reddit with a shiny new account and username. It takes him a while after that to craft his question for r/Relationships, but he thinks he’s got it pretty accurately conveyed before he hits post. Hi, I’ve never made a Reddit post before and I’m not 100% sure what I’m doing but I need advice and can’t ask anyone in my real life. So, I [30M] have this best friend [34M]…

i got all my sisters with me by ipretendtobesane 6,766 words || teen This fic is so fucking soft and sweet. It quickly joined the ranks of my favourite Buddie fics I've ever read.

Soph to Eddie Hate Club: Hey guys! This is Alex, Sophia’s been a little out of it since Nina was born (she’s doing great, just in some pain and y’all know how weirdly woozy she gets on medicine). Combine that with a lack of sleep, and…well Y’all get it. Anyway, Soph and I wanted to host you guys next weekend. Adriana to Eddie Hate Club: YES I’m packing my bags right now Eddie to Eddie Hate Club: Are Buck and Chris invited? Soph to Eddie Hate Club: I will take any excuse to see that man up close and personal “Hey, Buck?” “Hmm.” “What do you say about a trip to Texas?” (or, eddie's sister has a baby, buck meets the diaz girls, and they're sickeningly in love for nearly seven thousand words)

knock on your door, just like before by rowan_wood 7,513 words || teen

“Here,” Buck had said, practically shoving his phone at Eddie once Eddie had said hello to both Buck and Chris and settled into a chair at the dining table, “I wrote down everything so I wouldn’t forget.” Eddie looked curiously at the screen to find Buck’s note app open to a long, long list of messages. There was a grocery list of things he needed at the top, but it soon devolved into any thing or thought that Buck had while Eddie was gone that he, apparently, wanted to tell him.  or: whenever Eddie's away, Buck writes him a new note, and Eddie pines.

you can start a family who will always show you love by fleetinghearts 8,185 words || Teen

“Yeah, yeah, he’s—he’s my kid, he’s my kid,” Buck tells her, tripping over his words in the effort to get this whole process to hurry the fuck up so he can see Chris. There’s the sound of something hitting the floor from behind him, followed by what might be plastic bouncing off the shiny hospital tiles. The person at the desk looks up in surprise, over Buck’s shoulder, and he turns to look too. Eddie’s standing there, Styrofoam cup rolling at his feet, coffee splattered all down the bottom of his faded blue jeans. The plastic lid of the cup skitters over the tile before coming to a stop a few feet away. He looks like someone punched him in the gut, absolutely shellshocked, something Buck can’t quite read behind the startled expression on his face. or, buck's looking for something, and the diazes let him know he already has it

still by brewrosemilk 9,368 words || teen This fic actually ruined me. I full on sobbed reading it.

For the first time, Buck longs for a bullet wound to treat. Dirt to dig at. A door to break through. Something. There’s nothing. “Your guess was correct, Diaz,” the bomb technician tells them, as he gestures to the orange circle. “You’re standing on a large sensor plate, wired to a detonator. It’s incredibly important that you don’t move. Don’t shift. When you put your weight down, it was like cocking a gun - you take your weight off, this thing is powerful enough to take the entire house with it."  Inspired by Castle, S05E22: Still

brick by spqr 10,154 words || explicit 

The first thing Buck noticed when he walked through the door was the smell of plaster and wet paint. There was a white spot on the wall in the living room, primered but without any color yet, about the size of a man’s fist. Eddie looked sheepish. His knuckles were still bruised, scabbed over but healing. “You were in a coma,” was all he said. “Yeah,” Buck agreed. He knew the feeling.

things you don't say reach me somehow anyway by sibylsleaves 14,279 words || Teen

He writes CHRISTOPHER at the top of the page in capital letters. Underneath it goes BUCK. Then PEPA, CARLA, CHIM, HEN and so on until he has fifteen names listed out. Fifteen people to show his appreciation for. He starts with the easiest name first. or, Eddie tells the family he chose how much they mean to him. All of them except one.

let's build this house (into a home, baby) by withmeornotatall 24,478 words || explicit 

This fic is so good. Different first meeting, but the same wonderful friendship. Christopher is a national treasure. It's a prefect fic.

"Hey, buddy!" he calls out with a grin. "Did you know that octopuses actually is the correct plural form of octopus not octopi?" "Cool." Chris smiles, but it fades just as soon as it appears. Buck dog-ears his page and sets his book down. "Everything okay?" he asks carefully, crossing to the fence. "Yeah, I'm just hungry." Christopher sighs. "Dad burnt dinner. Again." Buck glances through his open back door to the dining table with three mismatched chairs, and bites his lip. He's got no excuse today, the evening sun leaving him lethargic but not exhausted, the hour reasonable. "Hey, I've got an idea." Buck winks at Christopher. "Stay there, okay?" Buck grabs his beer, book and folding chair, setting them just inside the entrance. He makes his way to the front door, stopping at the hallway mirror to fix his curls into something a little more presentable, and walks the few yards down their adjoined porch to Christopher's door. With a deep breath, he raises his hand and knocks. The door swings open a few seconds later, and Buck's mouth goes dry at the sight that greets him (OR: the buddie neighbours au no one asked for)

i see you in my sheets (i see you in my sleep) by elless 24,981 words || explicit 

Eddie kisses him in the kitchen. Bright morning sunshine spills in the window over the sink, picking out the golden flecks in Eddie’s eyes. He cradles Buck’s jaw with one warm palm, and Buck freezes for a moment, startled, before surging against Eddie. He’s still holding a hot mug of coffee that he barely fumbles onto the counter without dropping or spilling all over his shirt. He rakes his fingers into Eddie’s hair and reels him in closer, Eddie’s firm thigh slotted between his. “Eddie,” he pants as Eddie scrapes his teeth down his throat and sucks on the spot over his racing pulse. Eddie hums as he rucks Buck’ve done just about everything else two people can do together; maybe this was always inevitable. OR Buck and Eddie are FWB, act like boyfriends, and are suuuuper dumb and oblivious about everything.

in the night we trust by glorious_spoon 29,220 words || teen

It feels new, and good, and not just because it’s been so damn long since anyone has touched Eddie like this. It’s just—it’s Buck. Of course this is something they know how to do together. They’ve done just about everything else two people can do together; maybe this was always inevitable. - Or: Eddie and Buck start sleeping together when they're all stuck at Buck's place during lockdown. It still takes them almost three years to notice that they're in love.

The Heart Opening Sequence by Leslie_Knope 34,035 words || mature

Eddie’s handsome, that’s obvious, Buck clocked that the second he met him. Part of him still can’t really believe that the guy he was so threatened by at first ended up as his closest friend, which is why these weird twinges are so unsettling. Buck isn’t sure if they’re real, for one, these odd flashes of what it would be like to lean over and kiss Eddie while they’re watching a movie or brush a hand over his back while they’re in the kitchen. And for two, it’s so far out of the realm of possibility that it’s barely worth thinking about.

must be some kind of twist, I could get used to this by soyxunxperdedor 38,753 words || explicit  THIS FIC!!! Accidentally married in vegas??? SIGN ME UP

He doesn’t remember much from last night, even less after the fourth or fifth tequila shot. So he certainly doesn’t remember bringing someone back to his room. He steels himself for the lancing pain and cracks his eyes open. Oh. Oh no. This is either really bad or… Well, not really good, but just. Not really bad, and that’s probably all Buck can ask for it to be. Because Eddie is in his bed, Eddie’s arm is wrapped around his waist, Eddie’s legs are tangled with his. And he has no idea why.

let the world have its way with you by fleetinghearts 54,477 words || explicit  This is the best post lightening strike long form fic I've read. It doesn't gloss over Buck dying/feeling different and instead shows Eddie (and Chris) helping Buck embrace his feelings and grow together. 15/10

“It’s just that—I died,” Buck continues, voice unsteady enough that Eddie wonders if this is the first time he’s acknowledged that out loud. “I died, and there’s so much more. There’s so much more I want to do, things I don’t even know I want to do yet, and I almost had the chance to have and live them taken away. I don’t want to die and regret missing out on everything else, Eddie.” “So let’s make a list,” Eddie says. “Let’s do them.” or, a bucket list that’s really about buck needing to make a change and an eddie who’s ready to do anything to see him fall in love with life again. it takes some crossing off for eddie to realise—the thing at the top of the list in his own heart? it’s been right here all along

a body, a knife, hold steady by bvckandeddie (zukkababey) 67,425 words || mature I'm a slut for a Mr. and Mrs. Smith AU and this one is one of the best I've read.

Bogotá wasn’t Buck’s first international mission—Peru held that title—but it changed just about everything. Because Bogotá was where he met Eddie. Or, Buck and Eddie meet, fall in love, build a life together, and discover they're rival assassins—exactly in that order.

wishing to be the friction by ipretendtobesane 97,200 words || explicit 

Buck and Eddie are straight best friends who start having no strings attached sex. Eddie has a hard time having sex with someone he doesn't trust, and Buck's tired of hookups after being with Abby. Besides, they're both comfortable with their sexuality, and there's nothing wrong with giving your friend a hand. What's surprising is how long it took them to fall into bed together, really. What's entirely unsurprising is how quickly strings start getting attached. or; the straight eddie friends with benefits fic

[eldritchwhispersofficial]

i keep imagining Tim going to Fairmount as a child And Dr. Corenthal instantly being like "Okay this is my new son now ig" I have a very vivid mental imagine of lil Tim quietly sitting in a little graveyard and gently tracing the names on the tombstones and then Dr. Corenthal comes up and Tim's like "They all died on the same day." And Dr. Corenthal looks at Fairmount!Vinnie, Fairmount!Jeff Fairmount!Stephanie and Fairmount!Evan's tombstones and lets out the saddest sigh and is like "Kid, you shouldn't be out here. It's not a good place." Have a little blurb i'll turn this into an AO3 fanfic when I get the chance (also i have no idea how old the MT4 were when they were adopted or what year they died so I just made them all 10-12 and put the date of death as the day of the 10-27-1981 letter) Edit: due to extentuating circumstances (actually fucking reading the wiki) I changed all of their ages to 16-18) Dr. Corenthal looked around. Where was the kid? He'd been quietly coloring in his room, and now he wasn't. He glanced out the window and saw the kid, the new patient- Tim, that was his name, Timothy Wright- sitting in the little graveyard behind Fairmount Children's Home. Dr. Corenthal hesitated. Tim shouldn't be out there. It was cold outside, and... and a burial ground was no place for a small child. He shrugged on his coat and stepped outside. Tim sat quietly in the midst of the four tombstones, solemnly tracing the lettering on them with his index finger. He seemed almost as if he were in a trance, not hearing or not caring about Dr. Corenthal coming up to him. The doctor sat down next to the small boy. "Kid, what are you doing out here? It's cold. You'll freeze." He said. Tim's eyes remained fixed on the tombstone in front of him. "I didn't know you had kids." He said. Dr. Corenthal looked at the tiny tombstone, the hand-carved lettering- he remembered carving those letters into the stone himself with shaky hands and a film of tears, a process which took him most of a week. The words, which read: HERE LIES VINCENT CORENTHAL BELOVED SON BORN JUNE 21ST 1963 DIED OCTOBER 27TH 1981 MAY HE REST WITH THE ANGELS "They all died on the same day." Tim stated. Dr. Corenthal flinched. "They did, indeed." He agreed, slightly wary. Tim pointed to each of the other tombstones in turn.

HERE LIES STEPHANIE CORENTHAL BELOVED DAUGHTER BORN DECEMBER 19TH 1964 DIED OCTOBER 27TH 1981 MAY HER SPIRIT FIND PEACE AT LAST

HERE LIES JEFFERY CORENTHAL BELOVED SON BORN AUGUST 18TH 1964 DIED OCTOBER 27TH 1981 MAY HE DREAM PEACEFULLY

HERE LIES EVAN CORENTHAL BELOVED SON BORN NOVEMBER 22ND 1965 DIED OCTOBER 27TH 1981 MAY HE FOREVER SLUMBER "Why?" Tim asked. "What?" Dr. Corenthal said. "Why did they die? How did they die? Was there some kind of accident?" Tim asked. He looked up at Dr. Corenthal, and the good doctor was struck by how innocent and sweet his eyes were. He had no idea how cruel and evil the world could be. To him, the Tall Man was nothing more than a scary monster, and there were always going to be good people who could save him from the monster. But no one could save Dr. Corenthal. And no one had saved his children. No one had saved Jeffery, poor Jeffery- Dr. Corenthal still remembered his wife's screaming, poor Maryann was inconsolable, she found Jeffery eviscerated, his guts thrown around the room like confetti, and there was blood- oh, so much blood. Poor, poor Stephanie- lying with her arms and legs bent at awkward angles, her skull cracked open like an egg, her eyes blank and lifeless, lightless, no more life, no more Steph. She'd had a nasty fall, trying to stop- to stop the- the boy- from getting upstairs, from getting to Vincent's room, tried to protect Vinnie, but she couldn't- oh God, poor Steph. No one saved her, either.

Vincent, oh god, poor Vinnie- he tried so hard to stop- to stop the boy- even though he knew there was no one he could save, he fought- he tried- he could have run, could have run, the door was right there- but no, no. He stayed. He fought. He died. Poor Vinnie, oh god, collapsing when Dr. Corenthal finally made it up the stairs and into the room, bleeding, Vinnie looking at him with a sad smile, "I love you, Dad." And then no more, no more Vinnie, no more serious eldest child who always tried to take care of the others, no more baking with Maryann after school, no more talented crayon drawings that had turned into the beautiful oil pastels on the refrigerator, no more Vincent, all gone. He didn't want do do it, didn't want to kill him, but he had to- had to protect Linnie, had to protect the only one left, had to save her- had to get the gun, ran down the stairs as he heard the boy, the creature IN the boy- "Papa. Papa, where are you going? Come back." And then the voice, demonic and unholy, "YOU CAN'T HIDE FROM ME, RABBIT." The humming, that fucking humming, the creature that was in the boy, was in- in Evan, that THING- HABIT. HABIT chased Dr. Corenthal down the stairs of that house, chased him into the room where Dr. Corenthal slammed the door in it's face, heard it pounding, shrieking in an unholy tongue, and he prayed, he prayed for God to save him, and he yanked open the drawer, ripped out the gun, and the door crumpled, the wood splintered, and he was standing in the doorway, he was wearing Evan's body, covered in blood with a knife in each hand, and Dr. Corenthal cried and screamed, his hand shook but he did it, he shot the demon, and then it was over and it's rage filled purple eyes became confused brown ones, and it wasn't HABIT but Evan, Evan asking why, why. And then it was all over. No more Evan. No one had saved his children. No one could save him. Dr. Corenthal suddenly jolted back to reality. "It was a terrible accident, yes." He said. "What happened? Was it a car accident or something?" Tim asked. Dr. Corenthal hesitated. "Timothy, listen. You're young. Small. You don't need to be hearing about what happened to my kids, not now. Okay?" He said. Tim looked at him with those innocent brown eyes, so much like the eyes that had once stared out of the face of his beloved eldest son. "Okay." Tim said quietly. They both stood up, and Dr. Corenthal wrapped an arm around Tim's shoulders. "Do you have any more kids?" Tim asked. Dr. Corenthal thought of Linnie. Thought of how she was getting along, twelve years after the "accident". She was in college now. She was okay now. As okay as she could be. He thought of how easy it was for those innocent brown eyes, so much like the eyes of his darling youngest son, to lie. To hide the dark truth behind them. "No, Tim. They were it. I have no children left." Dr. Corenthal lied. Tim nodded solemnly. Dr. Corenthal turned and led Tim back towards Fairmount Children's Home, glancing back at the graveyard. "Tim, let me give you some advice, okay?" Dr. Corenthal said. Tim looked up at him, and what the good doctor said would stick with him for the rest of his life, through everything, through Jay, through Alex, through Brian, through everything that happened in Rosswood and everything that would ever happen to him again. "There are... things. In this world. Things like the creature who you draw sometimes. And some of them are good, but some of them are very, very bad. Timothy, son, you listen to me. You meet these things? Do not trust them. Do not try to kill them. Better yet, duck your head and run the other way. You understand me, son?" Dr. Corenthal said. Tim was never good at running. He ran, he ran so fast and so far but he never ever made it, the things always caught up to him, until he stopped running. But when he was a child, he understood. "I understand." Tim said. Dr. Corenthal sighed. "Bless you, kiddo."

[unproduciblesmackdown]

an/other thing/s, Of Course

rifling through things again going like "oh yeah, That" & "hmm making connections. great work, me" & "huzzah forgot that entirely / what a delight as always to revisit things" & Pointing these couple times

reminded of wondering "wait did another sibling die in infancy or are they always just out of frame, infantly. or is their mom coincidentally babysitting at the moment" and in a real feat was like alright a wiki sure might have these answers, i'll open it & look things up. indeed telling me an infant hannah was a sibling, died. then going "oh right you're telling me What lmfaooo" re: the wiki's timeline asserting that Mordecai's First Murder(tm) was four years before the fleeing on a train incident?? murder of "opportunism and revenge" like What is going on there lmao, a lot at once, apparently. providing more of a quote that i'm just taking for granted Exists rather than perhaps have to wayback cited sources: "He extorted money from someone who had previously worked for and who had, in a way, betrayed him and indirectly cost his already depleted family a great deal. What he managed to get from this individual was a frustrating pittance, though, so believing himself to be smarter and more capable, he murdered him and took his place as a relatively minor player in a larger criminal network. He used the to position to embezzle money from higher-ups, at first to make up for what was lost and later, because he could. Eventually, inevitably, he got caught." that little Mystery Solving thing where you sure just don't have enough info until you do lmao like What! out here going "starts as a bookkeeper. probably does some embezzling wuh oh" like no way am i inferring "yeah but also previously worked for, indirectly kind of betrayed by some bookkeeper, Got His Ass i.e. killed and replaced him like hello yes it's me, That Guy? working remotely? what Comedy played out in replacing him lmfao and Then embezzles and Then gets in trouble for that" like hello!!! amazing. another win for looking things up ever after all.

which does kind of ramp things up, also. figured "i do remember mordecai's dad died at some point in his childhood & the entire poor tenement living conditions issue & combining that & general socioeconomicpolitical factors it's like well yeah sure so he gets into bookkeeping for perhaps less than legitimate(tm) enterprises, does some less than Definitely Not Embezzling" was motivation for things enough, sure, then like oh uh hello murder years before fleeing??? but add in a sibling dying for increased sense of insecurity and some kind of especial acute crisis specifically uponst this family by some specific party Fucking Around like ah right sure. doling the Finding Out and more broadly being in tempestuous situations always from some point onwards, gotcha.

and well the only thing about the little atlas & mordecai photograph is "oh right i forgot there was that photograph of these two" and the other remarkable point being like, can't really think of another time mordecai is ever shown so Wide Eyed in a "neutral" mode of being. rather than elevatedly bothered, whether at the level of "quite unsettled &/or irritated" or the level quite above that of "trying to kill someone before they kill him and it's extra tricky / urgent" which is very neat of him (to shift o_o mode for that, namely. thank you mordecai for the Drama as always. real [!] visuals) and it's like, maybe it's to cue his being younger? sure has real I'm Baby design, even with also "yeowch. sharp" and resting bitch face design, additionally. complimentary. was gonna be like "sure don't know when it was taken or how quickly this particular of the job was further presented to him, but maybe it's about having a few dozen fewer kills under his belt or something. but like damn never mind even getaway train mordecai was like been there, ["you son of a bitch i told you i'd do it. you're next (i'm referring to a specific post edit lmao. but you can imagine)"]'d that....still perhaps several dozen fewer kills and, you know, kind of a wash to consider the specifics beyond that when it's like sure maybe that'd make him look unhappier in pictures or maybe there's reaching the point of having to adjust to that new norm here. rather than that even with motivation, probably baby's first murder is more difficult than the implicit second through fourth required to Not Be Killed himself. or maybe not. much to consider; all speculative. maybe it's another impromptu unexpected snapshot. maybe he's glad to take a pic with just atlas &/or doing so feels more like a Portrait & this is still his Portrait Face. presumably he wouldn't have had many, or any at all, taken in years. and atlas mustering half a half smile like another giddily joyful day with the boys

[littleogreboii]

nah so i dunno who remembers the bigolas dickolas wolfwood twitter saga from earlier this year, but that saga has broken me.

so it starts off with me finding out about the saga on tumblr through a thread and being like damn maybe i'll give 'this is how you lose the time war' a read which i did and holy shit it was so fucking good 1000/10 would recommend so thanks bigolas dickolas wolfwood.

but then it gets worse. because i was like damn this book is so fucking good so obviously bigolas dickolas wolfwood has taste (imagine there's a tm but uh i'm too lazy to open another tab to get a tm).

anyway, i think fuck it i'll watch trigun and i watch trigun stampede because it's on crunchyroll so it's the easiest for me to access. and holy shit i was not prepared for a cgi animation to slap me so hard like it started off a little slow but then wolfwood appeared and oh shit the rest of the season slapped.

this is where i end up in emotional painnnnnnn and like if you haven't read/watched the manga or the original trigun series, stop now because uh spoilers for those. there's also probably spoilers for trigun stampede s1 so uh i'll put the rest of this underneath a lovely little read more for your protection.

because i was a little confused about wolfwood's gun and wanted to know more about how it worked so i did what i usually do and went to his wiki page which i usually avoid doing until i finish a show, but i figured 'eh maybe there'd be separate pages or sections for each version of the character.' there wasn't.

for those who are unaware usually wiki pages list the status of the character (whether they're alive, dead, or in unknown condition). sometimes pages will put that under a spoiler if the character's condition changes in the show, which wolfwood's was. and i was like 'oh that's not good' because you know putting a spoiler warning on a character that you know is alive at the point you stopped watching is never a good sign.

so like a fool i clicked reveal.

AND WHAT THE FUCK GUYSSSS! WHAT THE FUCK! like i was not prepared for that knowledge, but after that point i was like 'shit ok ok cool cool cool maybe maybe there's some kind of time skip because vash is some extremely long living entity so maybe it's because he dies after living a fairly long life.'

that was not the case because of course i had to go and look at how he died because i wasn't gonna be able to continue on with my day until i knew.

so now i'm stuck in a fucking hole where roberto is dead and wolfwood is likely to die, and i need more trigun content but i'm too much of a coward to read the manga or watch the og anime BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO WATCH WOLFWOOD DIE AND IT'S ALL BIGOLAS DICKOLAS WOLFWOOD'S FAULT!

i should have just stayed in my ninjago brainrot where they only ever do fakeout deaths because i'm too big a coward to cope with characters dying for realsies in shows.

[idioticcrow]

Hc's of my COD faves

Part 1: 141, LV & El sin Nombre

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This is purely Headcannon, don't behead me for my opinion.

Warning(s) [?]: Non-specified reader age, Non-cannon timeline, reader is not mentioned to be Civvie or military, both AFAB and AMAB reader included but GN reader, comforting, Name hc(s), mental illnesses, PTSD, cussing, headcannons for past of different characters we know nearly nothing of outside of their missions. Kinda proofread

Characters included: John Price, Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick, John 'Soap' MacTavish, Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo 'Rudy' Parra, , Valeria Garza

(i like farah, but not my fav, sorry farah lovers)

Length: Longer than my future

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Short thought about him:

It's kind of complicated how I see Ghost, he is as complicated character but I think I have a visual of how I see him.

I've done research on his character on the COD wiki and everything and I only found about his missions,and past, but nothing about his personality.

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How is he with his lover/as a loverer?

He tries to seperate Ghost and Simon, at the start of the relationships he will be a bit distant, but when you actively try to be friends with him (like Soap) he will open up crack jokes as seen in "Alone".

When he opens up the difference between Simon and Ghost shows, he becomes softer and since what happend to him, I assume that he would be really touch starved.

His main love languages would be words of addirmation, quality time, and touch.

He doesn't really trust people so he needs constant affirmation that you wont leave him.

Sorry to say this, he would be difficult to love, he needs a lot of patience and afformation, and he knows this, he tends to isolate so even more patience.

Once he is opened up, and is comfortable in taking his mask off, he will be a very giving about touches in private, hand on your waist, or cuddling to your neck, pecking on your neck or back, or face.

He would have difficulties with communicating, leading back to his PTSD.

Also on another point he is a bit jealous and posessive type but not in a toxic way, he's just worried that you will leave because he is difficult to love.

He is a hand and back man, like it doesn't matter if your hand/back is small or big, he fucking loves it.

He has a slight attraction to mom bods and dad bods.

Will go feral if you trace his scars/ bite him.

How I see him as a person:

As I mentioned I find him kind of difficult to precive, because I don't know if I should go with how I had tried to cope and what did I get from my trauma, or I should make him like an opposite of me in those ways, but I'm just going to say fuck it and make like a mix of me and my 2 traumatised friends.

As he is seen he is ruthless towards new peoe and often judgeing, like he did with soap in their first mission.

Not an adrenaline junkie but like more of a dare-devil, he probably experienced enough adrenaline rush from his brother's scaring him, and his dad's bullshit.

He know sign language and definitely know some words from other languages like spanish from Alejandro and Rudy, Or some scot from Soap or something.

He is built like a truck and he can use it to his advantage.

With people who know him he is more let up and cracks jokes and dark jokes as a way of coping, the latter is titled as military humour.

He can sleep with open eyes, probably learned it in the military.

Snores lightly, and can fall asleep even standing when he is not on a mission, he is just so fucking tired, but won't sleep because of anxiety of something happening.

His hand and feet are always cold because he is always on survival/stress mode and his body doesn't really care to drive enough blood there to make it warm.

Rarely gets drunk, he doesn't like he hungover after it, he doesn't like not being control over himself, but he is a sleepy and fun kind of drunk.

If he sleeps too much he is hyperactive, lime really hyperactive.

If he passes a limit of sleep deprivation he will be really laugh-y, like has no control of what he laughs at, can be easily bought into a state of telling him that his snake died he would laugh.

Not a dog nor a cat person, he is a turtle person.

By some reason knows the whole Katy Perry- Dark horse Just Dance, like on a megastar level, just knows, don't ask why

Short though about him:

For me he is not really a complicated character, but he kind of is, since i cant really write like golden retriever energy people like Soap (actually I have never wrote about him, but i will).

I don't know who can I like kind of base him on to like to get his character, like with Ghost I kind of reflected myself, and my 2 friends to like get a base of his character, but I'll manage

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How is he is with his lover/as a lover?

He is a cuddle bug, his body heat is either a curse or a blessing. He loves recieving bites.

He is touchy, will try to keep it down if you don't like it.

His main love languages include physical touch, and quality time.

He can surprisingly cook, like cook really well.

He tries your heels on if you have and they fit him, and he owns a pair himself to like match you and everything.

Surprisingly also he can do minimal make up if you two are in a rush he can do your other eye . (Thank his sisters for that).

He gives his dogs tags to you if you are not in military, just because if something goes South.

Owns 2 maincoons with you because why not.

He can and will have lazy days with you, waking up late, being in PJs all day and just watching movies and series and shite.

If you tell him a joke he will laugh at the end of it and 5minutes later because he remembered himself the joke.

Knows Spanish after the mission with Alejandro and Rudy, he started learning it more, also he may or may not tend to just mush Spanish, english, and Gaelic together and if you understand Spanish you are in luck.

Wears you oversized things you bought, but if you got a bigger size/same size as him, he will wear it, but will go feral if you wear his clothes.

Chest man, 100%, in his opinion just laying on the chest of people>>>>>.

He has an attraction toward buff people who have some fat on tgem, like they have muscles but its coverd by a layer of fat.

How I see him as a person:

I mentioned that I have no "base" for him what so ever. And I mean it, like with Ghost I had to like base trauma responses after 3 different people's trauma responses, to like make him make sense and to like I could feel like "thats him, that's how I see him" you get it.

But I have no "base" like this for Soap, I don't know any person who is like him that I could get a base off, so I'll just mush experiences and a few of my friend's personalities together to get his base, like I kinda did with Ghost.

He had the best sisters, but the worst brother like, his sisters were doting with him, and reached him self protection (this has a double meaning) because his sisters were teached self defense, teached him to do minimal make up, he was interested in how did they do it and they teached him how to walk in heels.

His brother were the worst, since he is the youngest out of 5 he was teased by his brothers and when he started hanging around his sisters they called him "sissy" and everything else, they always said that he never will be independent and someone will have to always protect him and shit.

He had so much friends, he used school as an escape from his brothers.

He was practically raised by 3-4 women, his mom, his two sisters and his grandma, and his mom and grandma were mostly single mothers, he was made sure to drink his respect women juice.

He can and punch someone in the face for saying smth shit about women, or just a minority in general.

Hates to be called "small" or a synonymous word, leads back to his brothers.

Wants to be hyper independent to prove his brothers.

He was and maybe still is an awesome goalie like he can defend nearly everything.

Kinda Terrified of open water, has a slight thalassophobia.

Doesn't like to put his hands in mole holes, like he is scared of them.

He learned how to play that Scottish Flute thingy because of his mother and will abuse that power.

25/25/25/25 that he will get piss-poor drunk, or will drink himself down 'till the yellow earth, get almost drunk, or pass out drunk, can maybe qualify as an alcoholic.

Short thoughts about him:

I would normally say that Gaz is like Soap, but giving more thought to it, seeing his character in MW 1, how serious he was about Farah and her men and women getting catagorized to terrorist and everything. So I will take that into consideration. As well as other missions of his.

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How he is on leave with his lover /as a lover?

Likes to touch you but not as much as like Soap, but still very much so likes to touch you. Likes to bite you out of the blue.

Main love language is quality time, and physical touch but that falls a bit behind.

He will let you take the dominant/more dominant role, but if you just cant / dont know how, he will take the more dominant role for the relationship.

He is a cheeky-bastard even with you, like just a bit of funny bickering doesn't hurt anyone.

Will go feral if you can make an entire conversation with him with only bickering and nothing else.

He like laying on you, like his torso is in between you legs and his head is on your stomach, but if you can take his entire weight (he is not that heavy) he will lay on you like head on your chest and the whole 9 yards.

Knows how to tease you and will abuse that power, again, will go feral if you tease back.

By some reason he is never cold and actually heat bothers him more than cold, if the room has a too hot temperature he can't and won't sleep.

Has cold hands that he uses to his advantage. But his chest, abdomen and his thight give off heat, the other parts of him don't.

Stomach and chest guy, he doesn't care if its small or big or any texture, he loves it.

He loves nose bumbs, hip dips, or when you wear a tight short/a tight miniskirt and you can see your stomach.

He loves thick people.

How I see him as a Person?

I see Gaz as One of the easiest characters to write (for Me). Not because I write him with low effort. It's because I'm very much similar to him, like in personality. I'm very much alike him, and if I would put my personality onto him I would still feel like "this is him" so I will most likely insert my personality onto him with a few changes. (I will heavily reflect).

He was struck by lighting as a kid, it's like the biggest flex to him. But he is still a bit scared of strorms, as it was really painful to him.

He always coped with humour, it's an instinct at this point for him.

He was raised by a single dad and 2 older brothers, as well as a twin sister, he respects his sister so much because he know how annoying his brothers are plus, she has dealt with a lot of shit from guys in the town they used to live in.

He will punch anyone who says a word against any minority.

His oldest brother is a trans man, and his other brother has lost a leg because of an accident.

He knows everything about periods, how the afab body works and basically how everything works.

Adrenaline junkie, he doesn't really feel alive sometimes, he needs a but of a push, and he is addicted to that push, without that pusb he forgets that there is a heart under all that skin muscle and bones.

Has a snake, a rainbow snake to be specific, it's beautiful, and he takes care of it very well.

Once got his hand bitten by something in mole hole, 'till this day he doesn't know what bit him, he is still afraid of mole-holes, his siblings think it was a mole-man.

Had a punk phase, he and spiked hair and everything.

Knows how to do make-up because of his punk phase, and learned how to play the electric guitar.

Funniest mf you can ever meet, he can and will joke about something traumatic than happend to him or someone else (with their consent)

Has nipple piercings, it was a dare, so he did it .

Has a high pain tolerance, and alcohol tolerance.

Short thought about him:

Surprisingly, I have a vision on how to write him, I have a vision of how I see him. dilf. That vision is very little but I have it.

Since we know litelary nothing about his past, I will make up a past for him, I will reflect, also I'm full of trauma. Maybe I'll reflect but I will try not to.

How is he on leave with his lover/as a lover?

This man is the definition of THE BEST bear hugs, and you can't say he isnt, because all of us knows it's true.

Either big spoon, you laying on his chest/back, or his head on you stomach and your legs wrapped around his torso, or his head on your chest while he is in between you legs.

Warm ass hands, warm to the point that it can help with period pain (if you have a period/pain) or just generally make stomach aches go away.

Hates it when you put your cold feet to his warm ones.

Cold ears for some reason, and he will use it, he will put it to your neck just to annoy you.

The morning voice, it makes you melt, like his morning voice is the most hottest morning voice that humankind has ever heard.

Loves it when your hip is boney, like he can press a bit to your hip and he can feel a bone, also he loves hip dips, and your thighs.

Mostly he is the one to really care about everything and anything! Cares about you, but when you do the same he'll melt, he us not used to it.

Let's you cut his beard, just imagine the intimacy of that. (Maybe there will be other thing too there)

Sit in his lap please, he loves the weight of someone else on him, it grounds him.

He want to bite you, like just, *chomp*, it's not even inherently sexual he just bites you.

Very ticklish, like you could just be rubbing his back and he will try not to chuckle.

How I see him as a person?

As I mentioned we know NOTHING, about his past, not even that how he grew up, like did he have siblings or something, but no, nothing.

So im going to make up one for him, I will do that often because there are a lot of characters we don't know the past of.

He was raised in a really religious little town that is not even on most maps. And it was like a cult.

Has severe religious trauma.

He was adopted into that town, and they were not so kind.

As of younger he was kinda bigoted, until he escaped the town when he was 15.

He ran away from home.

He also encountered a lot of suicidal people, so he took up on to be caring for friends.

Knows how to cook like really well, for some reason.

He went to art school.

His friend pierced his nose bridge in high school as a joke, and in return he pierced his friends tongue.

He was a whore in high school, like litelary, he went for everyone. Also did drugs.

Used to get into bar fight, but he was always dragged into it if it happens.

Skinny dipped, alot.

Had a pet turtle that he cared like he would care for another person, then the turtle turned out to be a snapping turtle. It bit him.

Has mechalophobia, man made things sunk into water terrifies him.

Short thought about him: Another character that we barely know of, yaaay. But at least we know a little of him.

I will take a bit of hcs of different tumblr writers that I like but not much.

How is he on leave with his lover/ as a lover?

This man is the definition of being romantic.

Quality time and gift giving, thats just how he is.

He swears he is going to protect you and will protect you

Can and will pick you up as a sign of affection

Acts like a cat, he will bring you random things he thought you will like, and enjoys silence with you even though you are doing something different,

Chest man, doesnt care what size, or if they are muscle or there is just the nipple, just boob, doesnt care if you are a guy either just manboob then

In the beginning he asks permission for things like kissing or touching you, doesnt want to make you uncomfortable often asks to touch the boob

If you ask what you should wear is is going to reply with "you can wear whatever you want, i can fight" and he means it

He goes feral if you are hairy, he likes hairy people in general

How i see him as a person?

Since we barely know anything about him other than he climbed mountains in his childhood a lot instead of going to school, so im going to just make up a past for him, so bear with it

Is genetically buff, thats why he could climb on the mountains and play there without mayor injuries,

Has a half V taper, big back big shoulders, smaller hips

Didnt really have a bad past, he is fairly mentally well, if we exclude his service in the military he is mentally well

Has a strong sense of justice, as a kid he always beat up the mean kids, he didnt beat the mean girls to a bloody pulp, he just insulted them until they cried

He taught his classmates how to punch and take a punch

Has a strong legs, could crash multiple melons,

Very flexibke for his age, can do splits, he could be a gymnast

Great leader, he can get peopl to follow him to the gates of death weaponless

Hairy mf, if you live with him, or bunkmates with him you can find his hair in every spot of he room

Once grew a big beard but it warmed his head up and passed out of a heat stroke,

Can drink a bottle of vodka and dont get black out drunk, only a bit piss poor drunk

Has a big nose, cus genetics, at some point had it pierced

Short tough about him: allwe know about him is that he was (probably) frinds with Alejandro that all i fucking "love" it :)

How is he on leave with his lover/ as a lover?

Hands down Best Kisser, his lips are so soft, and feels so nice against yours

Quality time, and acts of service and words of affirmation

He could kiss the ground you walk on if you asked, he is smitten with you, as you are with him

Sleeper build, can lift you with ease no matter how much you weight

Hip and waist man, one hand or both hands arw on you waist/hips, if you cuddlw with him, he kisses your waist/hips atleast 10 times

He lives everything that society thinks are ugly, like acne, spider veins, big nose, being boney, being oversize, stretch marks, birthmarks and freckles, hips dips and many more, he fucking loves them

Loves it when you curl up next to him

Really gentle with you and will be gentke with you unless you ask him otherwise

His eyes have stars in them while looking at you or talking about you to someone

Can braid, often braids your hair (with consent and if you have bradeable), especially after mission, braiding calms him,

His hair is so soft and fluffy, he could go into a L'Oréal commercial

Has big hands and he is dummy thick

How i see him as a person?

Well, here the time to see the bear

Has a BIG family, 2nd oldest of 4, his mom's sister lives with them along with her 2 daughters and 3 sons

Him, his younger brother, his 3 boy cousins mud wrestled eachother everytime it was raining, their mothers were very happy with it, to say the least they got their ass whooped a little

His sisters and girl cousins always asked him to braid their hair, when it was a school morning, to help his mother and her sister

His father was around but he wasnt very fun, he was just kind of there

His mom taught him how to protect himself, and he thought the young how to protect themselves

Biggest sleeper build ever, just trust me, man's got a snatched waist, and a V taper, in a sleepwr build

His family wasnt christian, bit they had crusifixes around, but his family believed in the folk saying and everything, but he is baptized catholic

(Sometimes people forget he isnt a softie so i gotta add this) this man is so raging on the inside, like somebody has never seen before

He is rough to be honest, he can be soft, bit only will be soft around the people he is close with

In school he was the unpopular but still popular kid, like he knew everyone, and people liked him, but he had a tight circle of friends

Grew up being short, he had a growth spurt at 16 and he overgrew his peers and his family a little bit

He braids all of his nieces's hair if he is tasked to babysit them

We barely know anything about her too, so i'll try my best, to make her not too OOC because i doubt people like it if a character is too OOC at this point these are like notes to me

How is she on leave with her lover/ as a lover?

She will keep you as far way from her job as possible, even if you know what she does, you arent getting deeply involved

She occasionally brings a joint or two back to yours and her home and you two smoke it and maybe even have sex

She loves like a stray dog, she is posessive over you, she doesnt want any other 'dog' (person) around you, like she is very posessive, but also, if you going out with her(rare), she just says 'wear anything, i can fight' and she means it

She is a shoulder collarbone and rib type of woman, like she loves touching your rib, like its a feeling of control, like she could probably break them with her grip or anything, but, she would NEVER hurt you

She smells like really expensive perfume, gunpowder and a bit narco amd weed, and when you kiss her she tastes like dark chocolate and redwine

If you have mommy issues, she will single handedly heal them all, like praising you, hugging you to herself, she will let you lay on her thighs and chest, she will hold you hand, if you ask her she will brush out your hair

She like youngers like the early 20's and mid early 30's

She has rules that you have to follow, like you arent allowed to leave the house without one of her most trusted men around you, or dont go into her work room when she is jot home, pretty simple ones she has more innapropiate rules too, like dont touch yourself and everything

She is so fucking strong, probably one of the most strongest women in like bulkyness and everything, but she never went to competitions for this

She likes when you two are facing eachother and heads almost together

She likes laying on you if you are bigger than her in height, like she will lay on you,

If she is on her period, well damn, she is morw groggy and everything, she doesnt ask for your help, she may even sleep in a seperate room because she doenst want to vulnreable, but it you show it to her that you care and help her, she may let you help her

How i see her as a person?

She is (obviously) very confident.

She has internalised mysogony a little because of her parents and brothers because whenever her brothers did something "girly" they would get scolded, she tought it was a bad thing.

She is spiteful and petty, there was numerous times she didnt die on the field of an injury because she was so spiteful that she wanted to show everyone she is the best and better than them (she is).

She is kind to some of her cartel memeber, not all but some, like the one she really really hold close, like her right hand woman.

If a woman is ever is the cartel, she is under Valeria's protection, no questions asked.

She was a "low-maintanance" kid, she was anxious to ask about anything, so she just raised herself kind of, but she never let it show.

She was also a trouble maker in some sense, if anyone said a word against her friends, she'd make that person' time a living hell until they apologized.

She used to be friends with Alejandro, she climbed the mountains and everything with him any Rudy.

She cut her hair for herself because her parents wouldnt let her, so she just did it herself.

She was a Captain in my opinion when she left, she signed up with Alejandro and Rudy, so she knows her way around with commanding and planning things.

She had her bad experience with men, enough that she doesnt trust any men (she is for the girls, sorry).

She has a lean build, but she is strong as hell, she can lift up things not even her men can, without effort

She is very hateful, very very hateful, and angry, she probably has anger issues

[omensgate]

fav campaign and why

<this is YOUR invitation to send me asks about anything>

oh god im no good at having feelings or opinions so ill just go down a list rattling off my experiences with the campaigns

for the record from the start ive been cheating, ive Never played this game blind. id consumed a lot of rain world playthrough medias before playing it (im not good at playing games in the sense that i simply do not experience them- im a speedrunner at heart... or not competitive or intelligent, im just walking fast paced from start to end...) and when i did play i always had a map and the wiki open which i think diminishes some of the feeling. but i still had fun moving from place to place

SURVIVOR: its classic. its sweet. its fun. i played about halfway through myself, but the second half i completed with my "Boyfriend" so i remember it as being very entertaining as we both fumbled around and learned together. it serves its purpose well and i think anything i enjoy about rain world can be seen in the survivor campaign at least to start off with... 10/10 nothing special but no loss by playing it yknow. ive also done an outer expanse + baby run (ftr if you want baby fast before going to outer expanse, live in industrial for a while. cannot compete with that pup spawn rate + you can easily make the rounds to check like 5 shelters a cycle before its anywhere near over) which yes -_- did make me cry.

MONK: i.. dont like playing monk. friendliness from other creatures does not mean much to me when actively hostile creatures are near impossible to kill because my spear can travel one (1) slugcats worth in distance so i would not play this with my fairly aggressive play style... i only played it for the short time itd take to get to outer expanse and. again. yes. i cried -_- i think its very sweet, and i am like. (clinically) psychotically attached to monk where its very important to my heart BUT Its not fun as a game experience to me

HUNTER: i tried to jolly co op cheat and play as arti to finish this as i find arti the easiest to play as but i kept crashing which is. you know. very bad for the single campaign where you want to be losing the least so ive never made much progress with this one and i genuinely dont want to open hunter back up because of the crashing. i THINK This was because i was playing w the sunhat mod because ive never experienced that magnitude of crashing constantly and uninstalled it after and have not experienced that again until... well youll read later

GOURMAND: i played this one from the start with my "Boyfriend" and so again it was fun from that, ESPECIALLY because he played as artificer and so was essentially my chariot throughout the campaign... easy way to beat gourmands exhaustion: make your partner carry you. shrimple. its SO fun to beat the shit out of creatures and i do like being forced to just take a moment and walk around slowly, i havent found his exhaustion toooo terrible if youre just patient except when youre fighting creatures that have health enough that you cant kill them in one hit. but being able to just slam something to death is SO satisfying, i enjoyed it. HOWEVER, ive never actually gotten to the END (Due to "Boyfriend" availability, we've stopped just outside the outer expanse gate). and of course, yes, every single fucking time i watch someone go into outer expanse i CRY LIKE A BABY. the first i think DOZEN times i watched people go through outer expanse, id start WAILING whenever i just saw slugcat npcs, it tugs and tears at my heart strings so badly. youre not alone. youve spent a campaign or two trudging through a wasteland empty of kind relatable figures but youre HOME now, just as you left it, and everyones so happy to see you back. im crying now . (do i just cry a lot? Maybe. im at an emotional point in my life... be nice.) 12/10 above survivor def, and gourmands my most favorite to play as in expedition- cant argue with that combat system + exhaustion isnt too bad for me + i love the variety of the world, its not impossibly difficult while not being easy.

ARTIFICER: ive never finished revenge route, ill be going to a different save file to try and it now, instead ive finished the ascension route. i know arti can be... extremely frustrating to play because its hitting a wall again and again and again but i really didnt have too much trouble approaching it knowing i had to be prepared to die + using my map a lot ("WTF this game is so unfair i cant see enemies about to shoot me!" Use Your Map. use your map and slug senses) + of course... ample map skills so im not ambling and getting like im getting lost and dying for nothing. though i will say, i did nearly give up at exactly the end- i think its the camera scroll mod but subterranean made the game near unplayable. like 0.5 frames per second, computer screaming, crashing i think a half dozen times again in an area where i NEEDED the karma to the point where i had to passage in place so i could ascend, and then crashing i think thrice while i was in the depths, including not allowing me to see the end cutscene... specifically that huge room with the big pit would grind the game to a halt i think because its so large and all the enemy AI, and all the spiders and centipedes are a nightmare and i just... hated it. every other leg of the game was fine, rewarding, heart touching but dear fucking lord, subterranean isnt more difficult or intriguing its just "the games not going to play smoothly at all and heres 5000000 ridiculously enemies". i WANT to love it, you know i love arti, but its just impossible to play if you want to ascend. and of course revenge route is crazy short which feels bad. removed from my experiences though, i think its beautiful with the one caveat that revenge route is TOO short. ive watched way too many people who were interested in the lore never get to even the third dream because theres just not enough shelters if you run straight to metropolis, which makes me sad. but the story generally is beautiful and i love it (and i could talk about it later, some of the things people say about arti makes me.. insane. either that shes totally righteous in her actions, or that her pups deaths are her fault)

SPEARMASTER: playing this one while cheating both using the map to plan exactly the route you need and to go through precipice as arti for the double jump + to swallow the pearl made it an absolute dream. yes the world is very scary but you can avoid a lot of the worst parts by simply not being there <3 one part: i did forget to change back to spearmaster before going to moon and she did crash my game so . remember to do that. very good campaign both for me to have played without doing anything as intended (never touched a broadcast), combat is fun, but also a very good story. i really like five pebbles and... i cannot get into the degree of five pebbles apologist i am i genuinely cant detail this without going off the rails. regardless; much 2 think about.

RIVULET: never played this one + not playing this one very scary looks bad dont want it. no rot no underwater sections no thank you. wont touch it. wont look at it. thank you

SAINT: hesitant to play this one due to the adventure aspect though i already got all echoes with arti so it cant be that bad- of course the story aspect of it all cannot be understated and it fully shattered my world view when i got into it. rain worlds live and die messaging has really helped me through suicidal and delusional periods and im very glad for what can be gleaned from saints story so i do like it a lot. as ive said before its also so amazing how a game with little to no tutorial text or cutscenes can have numerous jaw drop moments (with max karma reveal and descent into rubicon)

SOFANTHIEL: funny haha! (Jumps around

[tarnishedspark]

Story time!

So the first time I ever drew tfp soundwave it was for a secret santa exchange and I had never seen him before and hoo boy let me tell u, trying to figure out how he works from like 3 reference images. I do not know how I managed. I still struggle now.

I didn't get into transformers until like 2 years later, and I watched tfp and i was like yes, good. Then my friend was waving around his comic with his sad gay robots (chromedome and rewind) and i was like ehhh I don't know about comics. But I went and opened up mtmte and there was Rodimus Prime and I was like oh fuck he's pretty.

So then I read mtmte, and its companion rid, and Lost Light, and consumed most of the rest of the idw comics series.

At some point I discovered the tfwiki. That was hazardous. I have absorbed all sorts of useless transformers knowledge from there. Did you know IDW Starscream is 28 feet tall and weighs 22 tones? Did you know Optimus Prime's mind is less than 1.2 megabytes because they could fit it on a 5¼ inch human-made floppy disk? Apparently I do!

[Behold, the brain of a Prime. Image from the wiki, probably]

Watched rid2015, Armada, Animated, Cyberverse, G1, Rescue Bots Acadamy. Working on watching Beast Wars and Rescue Bots. Got a few episodes into rid2001 and Energon but I wasn't feeling the vibes and will have to come back to it later.

[One particular early rid2015 episode I did not enjoy so much that I stopped it 10 minutes in and watched all the Bayverse movies instead. There is commentary to be made there.]

I read that one person's 500 page thesis on how actually Optimus is the bad guy in the Bayverse movies [yeah I totally see it]. It took me 15 hours. I then went and watched that movie with the truck they mentioned [Duel (1971), thanks google]

[Google knows what I'm talking about]

The number of WIP fanfics in my documents is steadily approaching 50 (35 at last count, and I have added more since)

Consumed entire tags worth of fanfiction on ao3. [Please write more tfp Soundwave/Starscream fics I ran out.]

Made an ao3 account [tarnishedspark there too] and started posting some fics over there.

I came and made a transfomers blog which was supposed to just be to go with my fanfic stuff but its just me with all the transformers stuff now.

It has been less than a year. I fell Hard.

yeah so that has been my transfomers experience

[storiesofsvu]

Alright. It’s Thursday let’s see how tonight goes…

Weird opening that’s for sure

That blue suit on mechad is fucking gorgeous

Wtf is happening?!!!!?? Is this gonna be one of those twisty episodes? We’re only halfway through…

YES! SAM! Give her more screen time PLEASE

The like, main thing here would be finding the dancer, yes?

The lawyers have a good point with this recording, but it’s all speculation at this point…

I KNOW I know this defence attorney from somewhere… hold pls while I try to figure it out lol

Goddammit it’s not on imdb yet…

Okay so defence found the witness and honestly that just made everything way more complicated. YES, he killed the guy in (self) defence/trying to help/save the girl, BUT he’s still a racist pos who strangled the guy for three minutes after he stopped breathing. Also what was going on with the vic on the train? Cause he defs seemed out of it…

Ohhkay, an asthma attack, that makes sense. Reaching for the inhaler. Got it

Okay, y’all I’m sold on the new DA guy who came from scandal.

What is it with cop shows having very racist/sexist people/witnesses and choosing to send in their poc/women to figure details out.

OOHHH WE LOVE A GOOD UC STORYLINE! IS THIS GONNA BE A MULTI EP ARC?! A CROSSOVER?! (I know im clowning over a crossover, you don’t need to tell me)

That was a really good ep tbh.

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Okay we all know I’m ignoring TO.

If anyone has any good ideas for a relatively affordable vacation over July/august that wouldn’t be too fucking hot, pls lmk.

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Svu time!

Woof talk about a dark open

Also… it’s giving little mermaid…. The whole hazy can’t see her but she’s rescuing him and keeping him safe??

…pants around the ankles? Okay wait so something else happened in there?

WHERE! IS! VELASCO!

FFS

“EVERYONE IS ON MANDATORY OT” REALLY?! I REPEAT WHAT I JUST SAID!!

If they’re gonna be fucking rotating cast members, they should be rotating the ones who aren’t officially part of the squad. Curry was on last week, she should be gone this week.

Oh it was a man in the little mermaid vibes, my bad lol

….at least bruno’s here..

Okay… this girl’s apartment layout is the same as olivia’s (old?) one? (the one where noah was a toddler and up on the counter stealing cookies..) they really all about reusing sets aren’t they? Yet they make olivia’s apt completely different each ep…

Also I lowkey love all the fairy lights and art she’s got up, she’s made this place super cozy and calming and I dig it. Like I legit want that little tree with the fairy lights she has… catch me on amazon later.

Okay but like, if you were beat that bad and fighting for your life, there’s definitely a chance of hallucinating someone..

Bruno can yell at me any day…. Just sayin.

Why cant the girl with agoraphobia just fucking zoom/face time into the trial??? Like, they did that shit for younger witnesses/victims, for people already in prison/stuck in hospitals and that was all BEFORE covid…. I get that this is some kind of progress for her/olivia and more building for liv but it’s stupid…

Shout out to liv for making her office a complete safe space with the blinds drawn and candles and shit. Cute.

Okay that was an okay episode, we’re getting there slowly. I just wish we would go back to court for once. I miss my defence attorneys…

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Lowkey hate this flashback, ngl.

 Okay…I NEED to know how old joe stabler is supposed to be. Cause the actor’s age isn’t listed on wiki/imdb, but there’s a couple pages/articles that say he’s super late 40’s, early 50’s but he could pass for late 30’s so im SO confused lol.

Ahh… okay. Glad the drugs are his and not eli’s lol

Ugh I love bell so fucking much

I really hope Bobby’s leave was written in cause the actor had another offer that he wanted to take and not one that screwed him over.

Yaaasss cragen with the distraction save!

“I thought it worked…” bruh it sure did lol

God I miss cragen’s sass and quips. Im super glad he’s open to guest star

Bell being a complete bad ass like always. Yaaas queen

Speaking of bad ass women… nicely done chief…

Oh fuck….

Okay, well that was a decent night of l&o tonight!

[sorcerous-caress]

I was going to mention that fireworks quest. Honestly I liked it only because I was finally able to do the Robin Hood aspect of my character and rob that rich guy of his house and give it to that poor family and was able to send that guy to prison where he later dies. Did not expect the teddy bear bombs.

There's also the murderer red dwarf going around, I don't think I was supposed to kill him before he poisons that drunk lady but I did and immediately lost track of the quest afterwards

Like I was stumbling about when I randomly found Seravok's place in under one of the houses.

Also it took me a shameful amount of times to figure out how to get up the damn city wall to enter Cazador's palace. I didn't figure it out by myself at the end tbh, I just made a character fly up there then clicked on the ground below to see how they'd get down on their own.

Because I lost track of the bhaal slayer quest, I also lost track of the clown bodyparts and had to go use the wiki. Apparently they can be found around the houses of his victims.

That detective assistance lady to the flying elephant never came back from the upper city for me to tell her that I literally just solved the case. That temple also doesn't react to the updates of the case and still doesn't let the tieflings in.

I never had to use the wiki or google anything during act 1 or 2, but yeah act 3 was just all over the place. It was interesting and fun but never comprehensive or had a good pacing.

I got lost in the sewers so much, and ended up wandering into places I'm not supposed to be in yet. I was even confused on why half these guys are hostile to me, I don't know you yet people.

The newspaper quest might have bugged for me tho? I clearly put the right article in the printer but the quest said I never printed anything. Honestly it was also a confusing quest since I wasn't sure how to get in and who I'm allowed to kill and who I'm not allowed to kill.

Sometimes it contradicts itself, I just left Gortash's castle and learned that any steelwatcher I attack, doesn't matter if they're in an isolated area or not, will immediately break my deal with Gortash.

But then in the newspaper place basement, there are 2 steelwatchers that you can kill freely with no consequence?

Also what was even the point of taking that guy with you on the submarine to pilot the ship when you could do it yourself just fine? What did it add? I thought i might at least need to pass some checks to not crash the submarine but nope.

And fuck that hot pipe puzzle! I spent so much time on it and kept getting frustrated on why it isn't working, only to realise oh the door is already open. I apparently entered this place from the supposed exit because I got lost in the sewers again.

[stiles-o-dylan24]

not my reading ycmc with only the basic knowledge of tvdu and having to have the fandom wiki tab open the whole time 😅

but oooooh is it exciting!!!!!!! honestly vampires are the best supernatural creature - vamp romances just hit so different especially when you write it, ellie!!!! the sass, the dark romance it's just so akjdshgshjgchagjdskxhhgxzgsa the soulmates not given enough time???? the whole i'd-destroy-the-world-for-you-if-you-wanted vibe???? IMMACULATE.

girlie is better than me though, if that were me i'd have run out of there with him and left the rest of them for dead not me exposing my dodgy morals but oh well

ugh!!!! can't WAIT to see what you have in store for the rest considering i have virtually no idea what's gonna happen next (i know there is some child at some point, maybe klaus'?? idk, my tvd knowledge is iffy at best)

and as always i come with playlist recommendations (i seriously have a problem -- i have 3000+ songs downloaded on my phone 😭😭): i'd deffo say that de selby (part 2), nfwmb, from eden and talk by loml hozier fit those two really well. and dare i say i can see you by the queen taylor herself?

sorry if this a bit ramble-y, i may or may not be a bit tipsy rn

anywhooo gonna go and binge some komh and robably send another rant because i love you and your writingg!!!!!!!!

Not you making my entire fucking WEEK with this message babes😭 like shut up what do you mean you’re reading something you had to properly follow with the fandom wiki page open? NINA!! You are way too good to me I swear! I hope it was easy enough to follow since I did random episodes and tried to include a lot of the plot from those seasons. only one more season of tvd that will be written like this and then when I get to where the originals picks up those chapters will be like how I usually write the episodes out

I could gush to you for hours about how much pure serotonin joy your words always bring me when you tell me everything you liked about my stories😭 LIKE I CANNOT HANDLE IT BABES in the best way possible. The way you say everything makes me so giddy I literally kick my feet. I'm so ecstatic that you have enjoyed these first parts and I caNOT wait for you to read the rest of the series! especially since you're so in the dark about the plot? like I'm honored that it's caught your interest you have no idea! lol we can high five in our dodgy morals solidarity bc I'd have done the same thing as you😌

THOSE ARE ALL SUCH PERFECT SONGS I've added all of them. I also thought I can see you was addlan coded so I added it to their playlist the day the album dropped🤭 also literally never apologise for sending playlist recommendations bc the way you can pick the most PERFECT songs for our couples is a fucking gift I'm so jealous of. I also still have all the songs you originally recommended to me for my writing inspiration playlist when I'm having writer's block.

tbh if you don't send me another bit tipsy of a ramble-y rant about your thoughts on komh... like obviously nothing will happen and I'll still love you but I'm gonna be needy and say I need it? because your messages are never ramble-y or ranty they're PERFECTION!

[coffee-in-veins]

As someone who (very casually) enjoys Eldin Ring, I am very curious what you think

thank you for the ask! ^^ that was quick xD

well, then, i hope you won't be upset about what i have to say about it. i genuinely love it from worldbuilding perspective and it looks cool and thrilling more often than not. other things, though...

for the context, i did my best to like it for like casual 80 hours or so, playing very slowly, very cautiously, and probably very inefficiently, because i would often just chill at the location, so those hours mean almost nothing. i managed to kill the grafted guy, the moon lady, got to meet Ranni (god i remember at least one name from it all without cheating!) and got to the point where i was supposed to get into the autumn plateau which name i won't remember even if you torture me.

and this is my first gripe with the game. this one is more of a personal struggle, so take it with a grain of salt. i struggle quite a lot with remembering names, both irl and in media. i remember visuals, i remember voices, i remember plots. but names? beats me. hell, i only remembered Dis and Rey after like half a year of a deep dive into DD, if it gives you any perspective.

with that explanation out of the way, comes the gripe itself: most of the time, i was completely, utterly and hopelessly lost who were those people, whom they wanted killed and where they wanted me to go. my quests would go something like this:

"Go fight General Radahn!" someone said. I think I saw their helmet, twice, and I remember they are a blacksmith. probably. i remember the voice tho. they are genuinely nice to me, so i'd probably do it.

however, not a single braincell rumbled in that head of Tarnished of mine as i sat in front the screen and looked at them blankly: "Who?"

but the NPC already continued: "They are in Caelid!"

not a drop of recognition. "Where?" okay, i sit and think frantically, i have a map, maybe it has parts named, maybe i won't have to wander for half an hour before giving up and going to the wiki again...? no? well, fuck, maybe some locations are named? right! locations. jackpot, some have 'caelid' in them. ah, the red poison swamp! dude, why didn't you say so? on my way!

me, meeting Radahn: aaahhh, that big dude on a tiny horse! sure! from the promo! wait, who asked to kill him again? and why?

and that was every time. there are dozens of names and places and they all are deeply connected and you somehow are expected to keep it all in your head or make notes on a piece of paper, idk. call me whiny, or call it an aesthetic (put a pin into that, we will return to it later), but wouldn't it be convenient to have something like bestiary that Witcher 3 had, with a tab for people you met or heard about? nothing too concrete, hell, this series is know for being frugal with explanations but... like, something, so i don't have to keep wiki constantly open and ready to alt tab to understand who am i talking to and who are they talking about.

and while we're talking about dialogues, BG3 made me understand how much i need a tab where i can re-read recent dialogues. if not to understand things better with all the ye old-english-y words some of us filthy non-eng speakers have no idea even exist, then to see how those names are spelled so we can search them in wikis later.

and have you noticed a thing which is going like a red string through all of my writing? wiki. hell, i'm writing all of the above using wiki because i still don't remember how those people are called. you get used to it just to know who's who. wanna laugh at me? because i was so stressed out by the first bosses, i completely blacked out at the first boss, only seeing vague shapes, and i genuinely thought that Godrick and Morgott were the same guy for the longest time because i was stressed out, didn't have enough time to look at them and was frantically thinking of moves and skills instead of actually watching the cutscene with proper attention. it didn't help that they both spoke with similar tones and in a ye old-english-y way, and were in the same location. so yeah, you can imagine my confusion during the game later on...

there's one thing, though. constantly checking names in wiki makes you feel like it's fine to check other things too. and, Io and behold, before you know it, you're just tired and grumpy and look up where the hell are things you need, quests you missed, resource nodes... and suddenly, the best part of the game (exploration) is gradually chipped away, without you even noticing.

i mean, i had to look up how the horse is called and I love Torrent to bits, even if he is as responsive to controls as a DD2 bangwagon that was put on two very greasy, very non-cooperative pigs on skis. which is another gripe of mine, but the poor guy is so abandoned in the second half of the game, that it's genuinely depressing.

which brings us to my second most gripe in the game: menus. remember that aesthetic pin? let's get it out. menus are a genuine pain in the ass to navigate, they don't respond to mouse (oh, we're gonna return to that. oh, we're gonna...), and for the first thirty or so HOURS i wasn't aware there were other tabs in the inventory. genuinely. i simply wasn't aware. i hovered the mouse on tabs, they weren't scrolling, and knowing that this is primary console game, i didn't pay much attention to the keys besides those, assuming (rightfully, as i thought) that those were for consoles to switch tabs. forgive me for my 'pc master race' mentality, but i'm not used to things in the menu not being responsive to the mouse. so some of the quest items you see in there somewhere? any tab after keys? nope, i didn't know they existed.

remember painting quests? i loved those. but also i had no fucking idea you carried a copy somewhere in the bowels of the inventory tab. thus, like the moron i was, i would come to them, make a photo of my screen on my phone, and try to go around, keeping the photo up on my phone as a reference. or go back to the actual in world painting to check. my frustration was immeasurable and my pain was immense. or maybe you wanna find the weapon you just looted and see if it is of any use? pff, good luck, hope you remembered its name or how it looked, or didn't have anything in your inventory, else get ready to go through a warehouse of other gear you carry. not to mention that sorting on those is extremely non-intuitive. why are lantern and looking glass and prattling pates in one section but wraith calling bell and mimic veil have separate ones? why is horse whistle with flasks and flasks 2.0? why are memory of grace with the flasks and horse whistle? am i missing something?? genuine question.

quick side note while we’re at the topic of prattling pates, should i even mention how notoriously convoluted the better ending for my sweet boy Boc is…?

not to mention that 'Switch display' option is very... unexplained, to say politely. it turns out you can see how many runes exactly is Golden Rune [7] - if you switch the view. because having explanation of 'use to gain many runes' on one screen totally gives you a hint that it would say 'use to gain 2500 runes' in another.

i mean i get it. the series has a reputation. it is dark souls 4, 5 and 6 with a new coat of pain (or maybe paint), it has to be hard, you gotta 'git good', you have to fight for every sliver of lore and then listen to 12 hours of youtube explanations anyway just to have a semblance of understanding what's going on. but - and this is an important but - there's a difference between working for the lore and being unable to understand what the hell you looted and not being aware you can actually know how rune [6] 'many' differs from rune [9] 'many' without trying to go and use it and make a table with those orrrr - say it with me! have the wiki opened.

also the fact that nowhere does it say that spirit ashes can be summoned only in specific areas AND you need a bell you need to get later on somehow bumbling into Ranni is simply false marketing. i took twin imps as my trinket and boy ho boy, lemme tell you someone was pissed for the first hour of the game...

which brings me to creme de la creme of my gripes. the controls. pc port is... well it exists, and i still haven't recovered from that. it makes you extremely aware from the word go that you're not the target demographic. that you're unwelcome here. that no one looked at it and thought: huh, we have battles where we expect Tarnished to get on and off Torrent mid-fight, so how shitty of us would it be if we make Torrent summon be "F + [arrow up]" for keyboards? you know, so the player would have to get their hand off the mouse. mid-battle. naaah, that would work just fine, ship that bad boi as is! oh, and make it non-mappable too. they have keyboard with 75% keys being unused? who cares! it mirrors gamepad, and that is what truly matters.

i said it once when a pal of mine let me use his acc and try Dark Souls. i think it was the third one...? well, my experience was - 'i'm not fighting the monsters, i'm fighting the game'. and it's pretty much the same for Elden Ring. did you know there's a power off hand attack? i didn't. did you know there's a way of switching your weapon to hold it in two hands? i didn't did you know you can make it on the fly? i sure as hell didn't. did you know your RH attack is bound to your LMC and it fucks your brain when you play because here it plays role and you can fuckup by using weapons in 'wrong' hands? yeah, that i experienced a plenty.

do you know how i know all those? i plugged in a gamepad and oh god all of the mapping makes so much goddamn sense! i had to reverse-map things because i only played FF9 with a controller, and was extremely uncomfortable with it in a non-turn-based game. which left a taste of bile in my mouth.

loading times are awesome thought. i dunno how they achieved that, but that's hella impressive for a game this big.

i ended up liking the world. vistas. lore that people dig into. but this game isn't for me. not because i'm not interested but because i have a setup they clearly don't care about. and it's okay, i guess. but i have too little free time to spend it fighting not the monsters the game sets in front of me as a challenge but the game itself

hope it wasn't too convoluted ^^'

and thanks again for the ask! :}