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corpsoir · 2 years

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pov youve been polluting the ocean for your own profit and now two 20 year olds are about to fuck you up

lore dump about this au under the cut lol some day i will write something properly!! also dont even mind the fact that solvei's hair gets bigger all the time. she's older here i'll blame it on that, she lets it grow out a bit

wow ok i gotta dump a bunch of lore from the story i've got going on in my mind with this au lol

also thank you izzy for that very awesome idea of the antagonist having a polluting stand thats literally SUCH good idea ok. im obsessed with it.

so, some of you who have read the lore about skagen know he nearly drowned as a kid but got caught on a fisherman's hook and thats how he got the fucked up eye and scar.

well in this au, the hook he was using is one that he found washed up on a beach. he doesnt really know or understand why he felt compelled to use that hook; it looked really old and kinda useless compared to his modern ones. it was made out of something that looked like bone, and when he touched it, to his surprise it was still extremely sharp; sharp enough to poke through his skin and make him bleed. without really thinking about it he set out to go fishing and thats when he caught skagen on his hook, saving him from almost drowning yadda yadda.

what the fisherman didnt realise until later is that the hook awakened stands in both him and skagen.

years later, authorities are noting a quick decline in the local marine wildlife on the swedish west coast. after testing the water they also notice an absurd amount of pollutants in the water. local fishers are forced to go out further with their vessels in order to even be able to catch anything that isnt completely full to the brim with plastics or half dead from oil. the weird thing is, nobody has really seen any oil spills in the area. nobody has reported anything about it either.

but there is one fisherman who still manages to sell quite a bit, and he quickly becomes someone that everyone on the islands know about. after all hes pretty much the only one that keeps fishing in the same waters and seemingly has no problem despite the worsening conditions of the ocean.

fish, birds, seals keep washing up dead on the beaches and it eventually becomes a huge problem and people are concerned for not only the wildlife's health but also the humans.

skagen and his parents are not being able to catch or sell anything, and people are slowly beginning to turn their eyes towards the lone fisherman that doesnt seem to have any problem. most people accuse him of simply being a dickhead who sells sick poisoned fish to people without caring for anyone elses health, however skagen gets an odd feeling every time he passes him by the docks, like something is tugging at his very soul. he tells solvei about this, and while she doesnt get him she of course trusts him. the two of them decide to confront him one evening at the docks when the fisherman is returning back after a day at sea. the second solvei (in her kinda intense and eager way) starts questioning him, he gets his fishing rod out and immediately attacks her by throwing the hook at her face. it gets caught under her chin, slicing the skin from chin to lip. the fisherman flees on his boat, like a coward. skagen brings out his stand förutan vind on pure instinct and sits down to helps solvei stop the bleeding, but as he does, he turns to watch the fisherman leave. they both lock eyes, and skagen can see the fisherman also has a stand. he slowly starts to connect the dots of the entire archipelagos situation from the last couple of years.

and so solvei develops and stand as well, which is called sunnanvind! my idea with her stand is that it can heat the air and create mirages, but heating the air also means it can create deadly temperatures in a small given area. it also uses its "tail" to attack on a shorter range, kind of whipping its enemy like a thresher shark does to its prey.

OH AND ALSO. förutan vinds ability! in typical jojo fashion none of it makes sense irl but whatever. it can basically force the winds into meeting and cancel each other out, essentially "freezing" the air in place. when it does this it can basically hit pause on the air, that includes the air in peoples lungs, including skagens lungs. the area of effect on this ability is 5m from the stand, so whenever skagen uses this ability he has to move out of the way. this ability is also limited to roughly 2 minutes before it tires skagen out too much. other than this ability, it can redirect and force winds in whatever direction it needs to, enabling him to sail even when there is no natural wind. because han kan segla förutan vind >:)

#WOW OK SORRY FOR THE LORE DUMP SHGUKDS #giving my ocean polluting antagonist a name that sounds an awful lot like a huge oil company just because i can? maybe #i think im calling this the ancient hook au. because it sounds stupid and fun #if ive misspelled anything here no i havent. im just excited ok im also too lazy to check for errors rn hdgjkds #im leaving some things out bu thats mostly because i want to write about it later!!!#as ive said before im a very visual thinker and it takes a while for me to put things into words too lol #OH WELL this little au is fun i think solvei deserves a fun stand that can keep them warm but also trick mean people with mirages #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba oc #jjba oc stand #solvei stiltje #skagen gipp #kjell milles #<- sure he can get his own tag too i guess. dickhead #ancient hook au #<- yeah sure this will get a tag too just for my own sake #corps.oc

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lucadrawss · 1 month

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Do you mind Info dumping about Ai? I need to know everything about him.

OF COURSE!

Thank you for giving me permission to ramble about my beloved Zexal OC! :D

(I apologise this is so long)

Ai's 15 though people always tell me he looks older. He's about 6ft and stubborn as fuck. I'm aware that's tall for his age but he's a dragon so he's allowed to be tall >:(

His personality was originally a combination of Shark's, Astral's and Yuma's in his first design which I kept when I gave him his current design (I just like the thought of him being an ass but also being kinda nice).

I put alot of thought into his design and what parts of it could represent as I do with all my OCs, every single tiny detail has a reason.

(I draw horns differently now)

I unintentionally gave him similar eyes to Astral but I kept it because it suits him in my opinion.

If you can't tell he's gay, super gay (asexual as well). I tried to make him look as fruity as possible.

Ai normally wears a jacket to cover his scars since he's ashamed of how he got them (bad home life) but at times will feel comfortable with them on show. The gloves cover some scars too, but he hardly takes those off.

I attempt to draw him in platform boots but fail every time. Despite being tall af, he likes the boots so tends to wear them.

The earrings were actually passed down in his family, he got them from his father (who faked his own death basically) when he was 5 and almost always wears them as a comfort item.

Ai doesn't chose for his nails to be that long, they're claws. They grow back pretty quickly so he just gave up cutting them since they stop at a certain length, he just paints them now.

Yes his hair colour is natural, his older sister has it too. He has a good relationship with his sister. (Her names Gi, she's 28 and a paramedic)

Obviously Ai is a duelist. I'm uncreative so he tends to use dragon cards mainly (I know I know boring).

With relationship stuff, currently nothing yet. @renaakabane ships him with Astral though. Idk I think its kinda cute but I'm not entirely sure yet. Though she has me considering it.

He has one friend, Shark. Eventually he ends up becoming friends with Yuma, Astral, the whiny bitch that is Tori, ect, but Shark was one of the only people he really trusted.

The guys a fucking dragon so obviously I'm gonna give him dragon features. He does have the ability for wings but I never draw them. I drew them once, in a sketch, it looks bad, I was exhausted. I have drawn them though for a thing showing the detail of his dragon type. These are his:

The purple fade is because of healing, Ai tore both his wings at some point and thats basically them scarring. He doesn't know how to fly though so its fine. :)

This. I don't necessarily think these need much of an explanation.

I'll explain the fire thing though. Ai's type of dragon obviously has the ability to create fire. Its difficult to do but they can light their sweat, plus they have a gland in their throat that releases an odorless and colourless gas which they can light by creating a spark with their teeth. They're fire resist to a degree so they can still burn and can stand more heat than the average person but again they can't entirely stand it.

His type of dragon can hide their features to appear more human, hence this image where he looks relatively human:

He's a fucking dumbass though he is rather smart and strategic, he's a good student grades wise and is a good duelist too. Anything else? He makes dumb decisions and gets into trouble often. Dumb decisions include doing reckless stuff or eating flowers. Theres more dumb shit he does though.

I like drawing him like this:

He curses so often, isn't afraid to insult people and will physically fight them.

I also tend to go into mental detail with my OCs. Ai has ADHD and anxiety issues (such as PTSD and often has panic attacks, because I base my OCs off of myself a little. All of them have at least some element that reflects myself.)

His hobbies include: drawing, music (guitar, he cuts his nails every time before hand), dancing and dueling.

Ai likes dresses :) (Oh god old art. I really need to redraw this its terrible.)

My friends tend to go on about how its stereotyping because he's a gay guy and feminine but let a guy enjoy a dress come on, his sexuality is not the reason I designed him to enjoy that type of thing. I just wanna be able to draw him in a dress :(

Pretty sure I've gone through almost everything, I'll stop before it gets any longer haha. Thank you for letting me talk about him!

#oc rambling #answered asks #zexal oc #thanks for letting me ramble!#appreciate it #I wanted to talk about him so badly #since he's one of my favourite OCs

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ladymochawrites · 2 years

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PURPLE YAM COOKIE X !READER WHO IS A MERMAID/MERMAN

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“love is not only a word, it is a feeling we desire ourselves to”

requested by: @caeserfroggysalad

who: purple yam cookie

topics: fluff, some smut is mentioned ⚠️

plot: a reader who falls into the abyss of the underwater sea, unexpectedly finding true love from a merman who is destine to fall in love in need of comfort and change

author’s note:

hi there! am sorry that I have not been able to fulfill requests during the summer. this was one of them to begin with and I know I have another purple yam fic awaiting to be drafted. my summer got a little busy with going back to college and I’m expecting it to be a bit more hectic with the semester and transferring to a university and starting to plan for my long-term career. I haven’t seen much fanfics going around tumblr like it used to be ever since the cookie run kingdom fandom started to die down drastically. so this is putting in the effort of coming back to put something out there until I can get what needs to be done. in the mean time, I hope you enjoy this palooza love story dedicated to a very close friend of mine who talks literally about their self ship with purple yam a lot!

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under the sea, below the oblivious layers of the ocean that navigates towards an underwater city made for mercookies to be discovered, you were pretty well-known. you were often looked at as the the top performer of best musical singer for the underwater sugar seashell club. you had pride in your job and you cherish every moment to gather and sing with your heart content by rallying the audience and to make them feel welcomed. you were a cookie with perfect complexion and charisma. you always had an eye for design when it comes to picking out tops other than coconut bras or sea stars, patched on your breast— therefore you had rather good intentions to everything. but not that you had bragged about it, right? at least thats what the mercookies think. you were a very-high end mermaid/merman with high expectations. you would pretend to brag about it to your fans and then brush it right off, as if fame isn’t everything to changing your identity or your pretty looks. sometimes, you wished to be a regular citizen, fitting right in to the crowded domain of busy fish that either have to peel off the barnacles, sweep up the kelp plants, guarding and protecting the underwater city and most importantly, keeping an eye above the waters. at least that was purple yam cookie’s job.

ahhh yess. a merman built with a bold and nutty flavor of aggression and a burning flame of integrity. this is a cookie who is not afraid to fight a shark because in morality, he is able to tame them as his pets and being his only friends. after all who has heard the phrase of “fish are friends, not food”, but with sharks? this is a merman who isn’t afraid of competition. To find his prey by hunting them down or even a mate to be the alpha to. purple yam is the defender and alpha lead to the shark community. his knowledge to speak and understand the shark language became natural to him— I mean after all, his tail is represented as a shark. born and imprinted with his burnt marks and even leaving scars all over his tender body, but as if he isn’t afraid to admit that he didn’t feel insecure. he wanted to prove to those that in the end, you are left with scars and bruises after a tense battle on the battlefield. for a woman at least it was different. this IS different.

after his duty of keeping patrol of the city with his sharks, an all cleared was signaled and retreated back to the herd. the sharks began to feast on leftover gummy shrimps and candy krill. yam was feasting on the same as well as it’s important to learn and be fully exposed to a shark’s taste of interest. meanwhile, a couple of mercookies going about their day were talking about the performance from last night of a cookie whose famous for their singing and songwriting truly becomes an inspiration to aspiring theatre acts and future performances where they will be displayed. all that purple yam could ever think about was famishing over his meal, instead of randomly hearing the two cookies talk about a famous mercookie would could brag about their famous career. he wasn’t into music in particular to begin with and just hearing someone who desires someone else’s own personal fame felt too overrated. “sounds GULLIBLE.” he scoffs with attitude as he continues to finish his meal.

15 mins in on their break. yam and the sharks were finish feasting. he had some errands he had to run, so he would leave the sharks behind to rest and train around the shoal. yam then eavesdrops into another group of merfolk, gathering to see tonight’s performance of the mermaid/merman that was going to be there. yam realizes that this was the exact same cookie that another duo was mentioning. the more he kept over hearing this particular, the more irritating it got. “AUGHH! What is WITH this COMMOTION?” he exclaims. the other cookies could hear him from near. he then decides to see the show for himself. pretending that having interest would change his mind. again, he wasn’t into huge taste like classical or jazz. unless it peeked his interest. the show was gathered in the gold sugar seashell music hall. this is where famous merfolk compose or sing. yam sits at least 8 feet away from the stage near the right corner. for him to blend in, it was a tough fit. the overlapping of conversations from left to right were curious about what could the famous mercookie sing tonight for this broadcast. the audience grew silent as the hall got dark. the stage lights flickered on and the crowd begins to applaud. the host of the show begins to announce tonight’s performance with the mercookie yam has heard from others previously. their name was “y/n”.

y/n reader pov:

tonight’s theme of color was brass gold. you were coated with the finest premium of fine gold. at least that what the designers would say. yes had on a gold and glitter coated seashell bra and a gold sequence skirt near where your ankles (in transition your tail fins) would be. hinted with silver-blue eye shadow and eye liner. you weren’t an expert for fixing up a contouring face, but you were a whole different cookie on stage. you began to perform one of the finest classical jazz pieces from your album. this one was dedicated to finding love in existence and hoping the right one will run into you. everything all articulated in flat notes. you were into your song and learn to manifest it. you were able to toggle a perfect cohesive audience, including purple yam cookie.

his eyes sparkled at the singing mercookie, decked with gold. in the eyes of a tiger shark, he was spotting on his new mate. you were a butterfly fish. so, seeing the intriguing details of your shiny scales and fins turned him on. he admired your eye color as it mesmerized underneath the lights. you dance, moved your hips gracefully as you finished the rest of your song.

the audience roars from amazement. clapping on to wish “y/n” a spectacular show. did this change purple yam’s pique of interest? the next day passes by and yam was busy once again on patrol with the sharks. he ended up seeing the mercookie who looked very familiar, but without all the glossy touch ups. either way, he was still interested. the mercookie was minding her day, shopping around the sea market, without anyone securing her safety. this was his big chance! yam becomes instantly distracted and sees that y/n drops a few things from their purse. a perfect moment to help— and mingle! yam hurries over to help y/n as their embarrassment grew.

“thank you.” y/n response in a soft voice.

“o-oh, it’s nothing. just a typical merman helping the citizens” he stutters.

“I don’t think I had anyone ever done such a thing for me, especially when it comes to being very popular— it sounds mediocre at least to me.” y/n felt like they wanted to hold back. the gloom in their eyes and it grabs yam’s attention.

“well it’s not like it was done intentionally…” he adds

2 months began to pass by as yam and y/n started to talk more and eventually started getting together, as y/n’s career became overwhelming for them, so they decided to take a break. holding back on their musical career may seem like it was putting an end on their fans. but it was best to keep their personal life and dating experience out of sight. until they were ready to head back to the sugar sea shell stage, everything could start over. yam had a hard time trying to learn the term “love” as if it just comes out of thin air, potentially absorbing the thought of how two fishes under the sea could wrap tails around together and make love. yam took his precautions as y/n wraps their arms around his warm tendered body. easy enough to turn someone on when pleasure starts to grab their attention, subconsciously. when it came to cuddling in bed and wrapping their arms (including their tail fins) around each other, the warmth of love became real. as yam puckers y/n, dragging his lips across their sweet sensitive body and tracing their body curves with his hand as y/n lets out a softly gasp.

y/n imagining a magical moment between them and purple yam cookie. purple yam taking advantage of them as he never felt this type of comfort. love never existed to him— as he grew up to hunt and fight like a predator. once you master the fundamentals of being a predator, soon, you will catch your prey. well, at least it should apply to finding your mate. was he really known to being the underwater city’s most reliable guard? they wondered if he grew some sort of affection towards his sharks to build a bond. they were glad that they spent their life differently because all it matters was that they both found themselves in a different position of things.

#cookie run kingdom #cookie run #cr kingdom #crk x reader #purple yam cookie #purple yam cookie x reader #cookie run smut #cookie run fanfic

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cyberdragoninfinity · 10 months

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Rio for the character meme! I care her so much

RIOOO I CARE HER TOO

First impression: when I played her DL event I was like "aww Shark has a little sister!! I love that she uses an ice themed deck...." rly enjoyed her from the moment I saw her.

Impression now: GOD. RIO KASTLE. I LOVE HER TO BITS. AND ZEXAL HATES HER HAVING NARRATIVE AGENCY SO FUCKING BADLY this poor girl literally spends like 2/3s of the series fridged!! she's in the hospital like 4 times!!! when she duels she kicks absolute ASS and shes a fucking ALIEN DEMON with a GORGEOUS COLOR PALETTE and then whenever she does something zexal is like "ok well thats enough of that *kneecaps her*" IT'S SO SAD. LOVE ZEXAL TO BITS BUT THE YUGIOH WOMAN WRITING JUMPED OUT SO BAD.

Favorite moment: Technically it is a Marin/Merag Moment but that moment where she is just wailing on Vector's ass in their duel just rocks like absolute hell. Zexal art style looking just absolutely raw as hell the whole time. Absolute SEA MONSTER

and then she fucking loses and dies of course but. in that moment before. she whipped like absolute hell. As for a Specifically Rio Moment I do really like when she's properly introduced to the group and is just immediately kicking ass at every sport on campus. she's a JOCK!!!!

Idea for a story: HMM HMmm hmmm..... something more introspective with her...Zexal spends so much time focusing on Shark's Species Identity Crisis, but I wanna know how Rio was feeling about in her own right too. Cuz that's like...a Pretty big shakeup to get hit with, and she's even younger than Shark is. How is she coping with memories that simultaneously are hers and aren't hers. zexal tell me. tell me about rio. PLEASE.

Unpopular opinion: what are the unpopular rio opinions!! ummm hmm well i guess. if you're making Sexy Booby Art of her. i kind of want to attack you like a wild dog. that is is a MIDDLE SCHOOLER!!!!! also again it just sucks that in the grand scheme of the show she did Not get nearly enough screentime but that's barely an opinion that's just What the Text Came Like.

Favorite relationship: you know I gotta be stanning my YUGIOH SIBLINGS!! I do adore Rio and Shark's dynamic, they've really only had each other for so long in so many lifetimes and it's like... waahhh ;__; I do also like the like...multiple little moments of her hanging out with Dumon during the back half Barian-Earth Catastrophe.... you must understand they are both lesbians to me. Dyke vibing. (also when DL had Quattro apologize to Rio for everything during her event...oh my godddd reflecting on that one after meeting her in show properly got me SOOOO SOFT. I THINK THEY COULD BE FRIENDS.)

Favorite headcanon: THIS GIRL IS A JOCK!!! another member of the proud Yugioh Ice-Associated Lesbian Jocks (along with Alexis.) Also I feel liek she definitely has...some sort of implacable fear about deep water and pits where you can't see the bottom. Looking at them makes her a little queasy, a little anxious. Also borrowing this one from my pal but BURN SCARS!! i think she should have them...this poor girl got literally SET ON FIRE.

#THANK YOU I NEED TO DRAW RIO MORE answering this made me realize just how much i like her...#zexal spoilers also. just for the. Well You Know #ygo posting #asks #anonymous

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multifandombullshitbabes · 1 year

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TOP GUN HEADCANONS: Bob Floyd edition (he's my blorbo)

Gotta honor my icon for my first post here. I love bobby, hes my bby, my son, my silly rabbit.

Let's start:

HE'S TRANS. hes a transman, but he still likes to explore his gender identity trough clothes n shit. basically, I wanna see him in a dress

hes done top surgery, 2 horizontal scars below his pecs and his nipples are heart shaped. cuz i think thats cute

hes not particularly interested in bottom surgery, but he DOES have a glorious t-dick. my son is packin ;)

i also hc him as gay, or just HEAVILY men leaning. I get the pan and bi hcs, but for some reason i see him as a man lover only

he has an insomnia disorder and autism, possibly adhd. at this point, bob will just deal with his shit raw

he has a hyper fixation on the ocean. throughout his years in the navy, he was also doing a marine investigator course, very surface (hah) level of course, but he wanted it official

bob has a scuba diving certification (he ALMOST went full ocean instead of the navy. almost)

bob's family is not his biological one. they are his childhood next door neighbors, who stepped in when his family was um. having issues. I'll make another post for that I think

im just gonna say that bob's mom sucked ASS and his dad wasnt there as much because of divorce when he was 4. he also worked for the USA government, secret service, so their time was limited

he's an only child, but Sirah, the child of his neighbor family, was always a big sister to him. She figured out bob's gender identity since very young, and always helped him make small but meaningful steps to learn n accept it himself

bob is a great cook, but he does prefer when someone else cooks for him. he thinks its very sweet

bob is a supernatural skeptic. he believes more in cryptics and aliens than ghosts n demons

bob's fav animals are cats, sharks and jellyfish

bob is also very interested in space, but more because his dad was, and they would trade facts of each others hyper fixations whenever they could

his aim is IMMACULATE, scarily so. never anger bob if theres throwable or shootable objects nearby. you will be hit

the reason bob doesnt drink with the other daggers is because he has this irrational fear that somehow theyre gonna be called for a mission, theyre all gonna be drunk including him, and for some reason he'll be needed to pilot, even tho thats not his position, n then he'll crash n die somewhere. so he never drinks to ensure hes at least sober if something happens. he knows its irrational, the fear is still there tho

bob is like a disney princess, and will charm any animals that come in contact with him. even that bear that one time. and that shark while he was drunk. he will fight spiders however, verbally

he knows how to play the guitar, but he also wants to learn the drums

bob was on puberty blockers when he was around 14 and started testosterone when he turned 17. His top surgery was his 21st birthday present

everybody growing up always said he looked like his mother, which he hates considering she sucks. it wasnt until he met his grandmother from his father side when he turned 20, when she saw him for the first time since his dads funeral at 14, that she says what shes always thought: that he was the copy paste of his dad. he cried a lot that day

bobs father is actually missing. he went on a mission he knew could be dangerous, a long awaited one, so there were a few years to prepare for that. something about radiation and handling dangerous substances. bob knows this, and they spent as much time together as they can

bob actually named himself after his dad. they are both Robert Floyd. ppl normally think its either spongebob, or the minion, or bob the builder for some reason. one person said robert pattinson from twilight specifically. bob didnt know how to feel (hes team jacob)

That will do for now. cuz its getting long. I'll add of bobs backstory cuz BOY. ITS DARK. IM SORRY IN ADVANCE

#bob floyd #robert floyd #top gun bob #top gun maverick #come get yall headcanons #top gun headcanons #robert bob floyd #hey look i posted a thing

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sunflowerseraph · 1 year

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hi i haven't watched moon knight but i've watched video essays on it so i know a bit, who's ur favorite character and what are ur headcanons for them?

Ok apologies in advance bc im super dizzy writing this :D but Ohhh my god absolutely its Jake Lockley. Comics and show. Ok well in the show he doesnt have much screentime BUT it doesn't mean theres not subtle jake moments and like teases to him existing. I have assloads of jake hcs (he likes cats, hes fond of sharks, and astronomy, and he wears gloves all the time to help with his sensory issues) but i think he has soooo many roles in the MK sys! Hes a gatekeeper, a memory/trauma holder, a physical protector (occasionally dabbles in emotional protecting, like a romantic/sexual protector!) I think he frequently goes nonverbal (autism creature♡)!! I think hes a Guardian too, but in the case of rangling Khonshu (or any other "persecutor type") ! I have so many hcs abt what roles he fills and the extent of them 🧍 i love intersys relations♡♡ he has little rituals that he takes on when he gets time to front. He enjoys a nice cup of coffee at Genas diner, and he will occasionally smoke a cigarette or two despite stevens protests.(Genas been trying to get him to quit, started giving him lollipops and hard candies cause the smoking is probably from some oral fixation.)

Hes really social! But hes still got the anxiety that comes with being social. He has to be for his taxi driving anyways! I feel like hes got a social mask to interact with people he drives around n stuff, when he needs info, etc. But he doesnt like to meet new people? Like, he has friends already, and the idea of making connections is nerve wracking (thats Stevens job, hes good at external connections! Esp comic steven, since he literally makes all their friends for the most part. Like he and jake make the friends and marc is stubborn♡)

[Tw for trauma ment, abuse, etc! Skip to the next colored line for not that :D]

Jake insys looks different than the body out of sys sometimes too! He holds a physical manifestation of previous injuries/trauma. He and Marc share certain scars or marks from their merc/military days, and in the case of the show, from physical trauma growing up with their mom. Steven tends not to have those marks/scars! Marc definitely has some, but not to the extent as Jake. Since jake is a gatekeeper/memory holder, he would have more scars or marks representing certain memories or traumas that they experienced, even if Marc doesnt, bc Marc doesnt get all the memories. Steven gets like None at all, so he wouldnt really have those markings. Jake might carry some chronic pain stuff (symptom holder) too? Speaking from experience, abuse like that can lead to nerve damage/chronic pain, so it would make sense he would experience it.

[ Ok, end of tw section]

I think Jakes music taste varies too! He usually just listens to the radio in his cab, so he doesnt have a Set Big Preference. He does love Luis Miguel tho. Steven likes reading ,but im sure he enjoys music! Probably nothing too Hardcore, softer music, or maybe even oldies. I think Marc would like music like Pink Floyd, Zeppelin, def leppard, acdc, hozier, Imagine dragons, Muse idk i have lists and playlists but thats not the point here. Jake likes Doja Cat.

He also loves cats just in general, black cats especially. Marc prefers dogs, and Steven (obviously) likes his fish!

Hes the shortest insys! God theres this funny art thing of the mk boys going Jake why are u so small, and jake replies with some shit about being like Wolverine. I think by @bicatperson ?? AS I WAS WRITING THIS I FOUND IT. Here.

EDIT: link didnt work here it is again hopefully?

Im trying to think of more things uhm. He ALWAYS tips Gena extra at the diner (They are sweet, theyre like two highschool sweethearts to me. She cares about his well being and he loves her boys like his own. ) speaking of, jake is So good with kids. Btw. I feel like hed definitely be a little caretaker !! He also loves Diatrice and calls her Dia or dee,or didi :) i also hate all the shit abt her not being "his kid" which just isnt fucking true. Sorry im not a fan of marlene for that shit.

Anyways. Jake is crucial to the mk sys in any universe in anyway possible in my brain ok. Hes kind and strong and doesnt shy from a fight. Hes wreckless at times but hes good at figuring things out. Hes got those streetsmarts. Hes also in love with his lawyer Matt Murdock.

#also will say be careful with certain video essays on Youtube bc they use ableist language at times and #are particularly fond of labeling the mk sys as 'crazy' or 'psycho' especially jake #mk #mk hcs #hiiii <-autisticly #seraph.txt #ask.txt #long post #sorry :(#super dizzy and just threw words out i hope this is coherent

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beeindaclouds · 2 years

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Hewwo there! Its me, again (:') anyways-!! Im here to request smth- CC!Wilbur and other CC's (you can choose.) With a reader who got pretty Bad scars (from Shark attack, plz i Just need.)

But- reader still loves sharks! :') she doesnt blame them- it's not their fault

They're getting made fun of becuz of the scars, Just that- i think-

LOVE YOUR WRITINGS!!!

Omg hiii! It's nice to see you again ^^

I had to think of who I wanted the other CC! to be and I'm gonna do Badboyhalo just cause he's not requested as much as I'd like him to be and I want to write more about him >:3

Hope you enjoy <3

Wilbur Soot and Badboyhalo reacting to you having a shark bite

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❝ Wilbur Soot ❞

I feel like he'd find out because one day y'all decided to go to the beach

So you took your shirt off and BAM there it was, the bite mark on your stomach

Wilbur was caught off guard and quickly asked you what happened

You told him about your encounter with a shark, you were too careless and it ended up biting you

Wilbur found it pretty cool, the fact that even tho this happened to you, you still seemed to have an undying love towards the animal

As you continued the day at the beach you both started feeling the eyes on y'all

Whispers would start as you walked by anybody and Wilbur took a notice of that

He didn't intend to do anything about it because he couldn't really tell the whole beach to shut up, and you seemed to let the whispers fly over your head

But the last straw was when a group of girls approached Wilbur while you went to buy some snacks

"I don't know what a guy like you is doing with someone like them, but if you want to leave just do it lol" "Yeah, we can cover for you. If you stay longer you might actually end up having the same scar as them" "Maybe you can hang with us"

Wilbur took a deep breath before turning towards the group "I would be more embarrassed to hang around you girls than with them. Cause, y'know, in my opinion that scar is beautiful and shows that they're storng. If you all ended up being bitten by a shark y'all would probably be bitten in half. Now THATS a sight I'd love to see"

Shocked from the mans answer, they all groaned and ran away

You, who had come back a bit early, saw the whole scene and were very happy. Actually you were over the moon!

You leaned towards Wilbur's cheek and left a small kiss, causing the man to jump in surprise

"W-what was that for?!?" He exclaimed, his face was either red from blushing or from the sun

"I heard everything you said. That was very kind of you Will"

❝ Badboyhalo ❞

You and Bad happened to be talking about you guys' past, as a way of getting to know more about eachtoher

You brought up the time you were bitten by a shark, showing the bite marks that laid on your right leg

Bad went in a full "OMG THAT MUST'VE HURT-" mode

But you assured him that you were ok and that it was your fault for being careless

"Y'know... you're the first person I've told about this in a while. In the past a lot of people made fun of me for "being an idiot and throwing myslef at the shark"so I stopped talking about it...." you mumbled the last part

Bad looked at you sympathetically and pulled you into a hug "I think the bite is cool! And it's very brave of you to not be scared of sharks after what happened"

He caressed the marks softly, amazed by how deep the bite actually was

As he looked back at you he noticed just how close to your face he was and he went in another panic mode

Which made you giggle and fall more for the muffin man

#dreamsmp #dsmp #mcyt #dream smp x reader #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot blurb #badboyhalo #badboyhalo x reader #badboyhalo blurb #beeblurbs

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mrsmount16 · 3 years

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Scars - Mason Mount

Prompt: Discovering scars

Warnings: None.

Notes: I didn't draft this, just wrote what came to mind. its 2 am right now, and I felt like posting this for tomorrow because I might forget to post 😬

"How'd you get that one?" His hand traced over the scar on your right elbow. You was both lying in bed, your arm over his chest and his arm under your head. Both snuggled close together.

"I fell off my bike."

"Seriously? Thats lame."

You scoffed, lifting your head to look at him.

"Show me yours then Mount."

"Alright." He lifted his leg up and pointed to his shin.

"See."

"I already know about that one. I watched it happen."

"Yeah, because you did it!"

"No! Okay yes, but I was 13! I didn't mean to hit you with the stick. I said I was sorry and even bought you chocolates." you laughed.

"Still did it." His hand played with your hair, a smile on his face and his head rested on the pillow, looking at the ceiling.

"Well I have this one," You pointed to the scar on your neck.

"Yeah, that ones cool." he took a quick glance and resumed with his position.

"I got bitten by a shark."

"No..really?"

"Yep, summer of 07, was riding this massive wave and all of a sudden, this big monster grabbed me." You said in an accent.

"Shut up." he chuckled, his thumb going over the scar on your neck lightly.

"Got bit by a cat though."

"A cat, of all creatures?" He looked down at you, raising his eyebrows.

"They're pretty scary. I'm more of a dog person."

"Noted." He smiled, kissing your head.

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remmushound · 4 years

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2012/2018 reacting to the differences in their bodies? like tails marking how 2018 are lean builds rather than the average/ muscular builds of 2012? april reacting to the different personalities? reacting to their roles in the family?in case you needed ideas ; love how you right them

This is only part one; Mikey and Raph exams are soon to come! Didn’t want to make it too long and decided to split it. Most of the details included are my own headcanons and ideas, and I was more than happy to indulge in them!! @assanmaharielsreblogs

“Extraordinary...” Donnie had borrowed Donatello’s goggles and was using them to examine his taller counterpart; the lenses extended outward and fed him all sorts of information— Donatello’s species, his mutation— all overwhelming Donnie with the knowledge he craved.

“Pretty cool, huh?” Donatello gave a smug grin. “It gives me enough information to create an analysis almost on the spot— particular weaknesses, known criminal records, blood type— the works. Oh, and it can also detect any mystic metals or energies!”

“Incredible...” Donnie’s eyes flicked between the words that passes a crossed the screen in quick succession. “You’re an Apalone spinifera! One of the largest freshwater turtle species in North America!”

“Ah, yes! But do you know what the name means?” Donatello prompted.

“Oh— well... hm. Let’s see. Apalone comes from the Greek work apalos, meaning soft or tender...”

“Feel.” Donatello held out his arm for examination.

Donnie only stared at it for a few moments before he took the hand in his with a gasp of wonder at the soft, leathery-ness of the skin— almost like a slightly tougher silk. His eyes never left the arm as he continued his talk with a hushed voice.

“Spinifera is of Latin descent... spina refers to a thorn or spine, while ifer means bearing... that means you... you bear a spine... right?”

“Why don’t you check it out?” Donatello turned around.

Donnie’s eyes grew as wide as saucers and, though his hands immediately reached for the armor, he was quick to withdraw them.

“Are you sure?”

“Eh. Why not.” Donatello shrugged. “Just... be careful, alright? I’m really sensitive back there.”

Donnie took a deep breath. When he reached for the armor, his hands were as gentle as he could make them. Slowly undoing the straps in a calculated, repetitive motion. He gripped it firmly as it came loose and placed it on a nearby shelf before turning to see the flat, leathery shell for the first time.

As expected, there was a ridge of spines right down the middle, and the shell itself was littered with old scars and wounds healed years ago.

“Wow...” Donnie didn’t know what else to say as he traced his hand along the skin of the shell, feeling the difference in texture that shifted between regular and scarred tissue. Feeling the surprisingly rough spines under his fingers. “There’s a lot of scarring here...”

“Why do you think I made the armor?” Donatello asked, finally turning around, “I mean— it does look cool, but it’s not just for aesthetic. Why are you staring?”

Donnie broke out of the trance and shook his head. “Sorry! It’s just— you— your—“ he made vague motions to his mouth.

“My teeth?” Donatello asked with narrowed eyes.

“Yes!” Donnie clapped.

Donatello sighed and rolled his eyes, pointing Donnie toward one of the various drawers. “Tongue depressors are in there— knock yourself out.”

Donnie gave a happy squeal and ran to the drawer, sifting through it and pulling out one of the wooden sticks before hurrying back over. Donatello took a seat and crossed his hands over his lap, opening his mouth willingly. Donnie pressed down on the softshells tongue, but after only a few seconds said,

“Have you got any gloves?”

“O’re der.” He pointed, and Donnie followed.

Pulling on the gloves, he returned to his exam and started to prod around Donatello’s mouth, pulling back the lips to get a better look at the fangs within. Powerful, curved teeth with ridges on their backs almost like a sharks.

“Fascinating...” Donnie breathed, feeling the sharpness of the tooth, “Do these affect your diet any?” He withdrew enough to let Donatello respond.

“Yeah uh...” Donatello rubbed his cheek, “I’m technically an omnivore, but I try to avoid raw fruits and vegetables.”

Donnie scrambled for a notebook to start scribbling.

“I can digest them just fine, it’s the chewing that’s the problem; that’s why they created smoothies, it’s so much more simpler! Meat is healthier for me anyway.”

“So— so just like your species in the wild! Your diet is meat!”

“I also have these.” Donatello held out a gloved hand, removing the covering.

Donnie leaned down to get a better look at the hand, giving another squeal of pure delight at its form; webbing connected the fingers, almost making it fin-like in nature. He reached forward to touch it without a second thought, pinching the thin lair of skin to feel the texture.

“Ow!” Donatello pulled away, cradling his hand to his chest. “No touchy! That hurt!”

Donnie gasped. “Sorry! It’s just— I didn’t expect you to actually have webbing! Do your toes have webbing too?”

“Yup.” Donatello confirmed, “they’re a liability when running, but when I get in the water...” he whistled and made a swift motion with his hand.

“Wow! Your mutation is so much cooler than mine! Are the eyebrows part of your mutation too?”

When Donnie tried to reach forward to touch them, Donatello slapped him away. Donnie yelped and pulled his hand back away whimpering like a wounded dog.

“No, they’re drawn on.” Donatello said. “You’ll smudge them.”

“Oh. That makes a lot more sense.”

*****

Leonardo sat confidently in the seat in front of the doppelgänger of his twin; the Donnie already had several exam equipment laid out and ready for use. His curiosity had also seemed to spread to his brothers, who all gathered in the corner waiting expecting for some cool, new discovery about Leonardo.

“I’m gonna take your temperature first.” Donnie stated as he untied Leonardo’s mask and reached for the instrument. He ran it across Leonardo’s forehead and watched the results as it beepers. “Woah... thats low.”

“Well he is a reptile.” Raph pointed out, “isn’t he supposed to be cold?”

“Well— yeah— but a red eared sliders normal body range is about 15 degrees Celsius, his is higher than that; 25 degree. Leo, do you sweat?”

“Yeah.”

“And when you go out in the cold, do you get a puff cloud whenever you breath? Like fog?”

“Duh.” Leonardo huffed.

“Huh.” Donnie backed up for a second, “he’s warm blooded! Just at a much lower temperature than any other warm blood I know of!”

Leonardo laughed and crossed his hands behind his head, leaning back in his seat. “Yay me.”

“Oh— can I?” Donnie reached for Leonardo’s hands.

“I’d be insulted if you didn’t.” He held out his hand willingly for Donnie to remove the glove and examine the webbed fingers.

“Not nearly as expansive as Donatello’s, but still incredible. How does it affect your swimming and running?”

“Well I can swim like a torpedo and run like an angry emu; do i get a cookie?”

Donnie blinked. “Eh, no?”

“Dang it!” Leonardo snapped his fingers, and then pointed at Donnie, “lollipop?”

“No...?”

“Ugh!” Leonardo threw his hands in the air dramatically. “What kinda doctor doesn’t have treats for after! And I’m gonna take a wild guess and say you don’t have stickers either?”

Donnie didn’t know how to answer, so he simply said, “can I take a look at your teeth?”

Leonardo opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything Donnie grabbed the stick and shoved it into his mouth, pressing down on the turtles tongue to silence him as the exam started.

“Hmm... your teeth are almost human... but your cuspids are remarkable sharp—again, not as impressive as Donatello’s, but definitely remarkable. And your diet?”

Donnie finally pulled back so Leonardo could speak.

“Yknow, little of this, little of that. Pizza mostly.”

“That’s a given.” Raph commented with a wave of his hand.

“Fruits? Vegetables? Meats?” Donnie went on.

“Uh... yeah? Aren’t all of those on pizza?”

“Well—yeah— but I meant which one are you most comfortable with?”

“Erm. All of them, I guess?”

“So you’re truly omnivorous, then; your teeth kinda gave that away, but it can never hurt to be sure.” Donnie removed his gloves and wandered over to the sink to wash his hands.

“Hey! Uh. Other Donnie?”

“Yeah?” Donnie called back.

“If you’re gonna do all this stuff with Miguel, you’re gonna need some rewards—otherwise he won’t sit still.”

“I’m sure I can manage it.”

“No— you can’t. Trust me— Mikey hates exams.”

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #leonardo #leo #tmnt au #donatello #donnie #michelangelo #mikey #raphael #raph #oneshots

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idnek83 · 3 years

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Soudam getting matching tatoos

They get them in the same spot, but they don’t get the exact same thing.

Gundham gets a gear, and Soda gets a paw print, they both get them on the back of their shoulder.

(nsfw)

They quickly become favorite spots to kiss during sex, and there's like a month long stretch after everything's healed where they almost exclusively fuck each other from behind so that whoevers on top has easy access to the other’s tattoo. Gundham predictably ends up with some scars around his that look suspiciously like he was bitten by a small shark repeatedly 🤔

They also become a kind of comfort thing. Like when Soda is having one of his depressive episodes and saying he’s not good enough to be with Gundham or something, Gundham will just take off his shirt and hug him, making sure Soda’s head is over his shoulder so he can look down at Gundham’s tattoo, and bring a hand up to where he knows Soda’s tattoo is too. He’ll probably say something sappy like ‘You are not only ‘good enough’ for me, we are perfect for each other. These marks are a physical representation of the bond our souls share, and they are only nearly as permanent.’ and then he waxes poetic about how much he loves Soda and how they will always be together no matter what ‘the demons’ in Soda’s mind tell him.

There’s also a lot of coming up behind each other while working and pulling down their shirt collars to kiss the tattoos (or just kissing through the shirt if thats not possible), sometimes just as a quick way to say ‘I love you’ without disturbing the others work, and sometimes as a ‘you’ve been working too long, come back to bed’.

Sometimes Soda makes jokes about getting another tattoo on his dick after he’s had a drink or two, because Gundham can’t seem to keep his hands/mouth off the one he already has, and it’d be a sure fire way to make sure he never gets enough of Soda’s dick. Gundham is just like ‘you know how bad that would hurt right?’ and Soda kind of flinches and goes ‘oh right, but it’d probably be worth it...’ and Gundham laughs then makes it very clear that Soda does not need a tattoo to get him to pay attention to his dick.

(He does eventually get a piercing though, and both of them have to admit that, yeah, Gundham really can’t get enough of Soda’s dick for a while after lol)

#Soudam #replies #anon #Soudam ramblings #Horn jail 2021 #nsft

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savagesbonergarage · 4 years

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Tranquility | Kit Fisto x Reader

Word count: 2326

Warnings: Near-drowning, near-death experience, blood, brutal injury, CPR (or whatever this star wars equivalent would be), scars, fluff, super slow-burn, smut in later chapters

Summary: You often dream about the night you nearly lost your life at the maw of a karkarodon, however it isn’t the trauma that haunts you. Fortunately, fate presents an opportunity to reunite you with your savior face-to-face, and this time, you aren’t going to let him forget you.

(a/n: @hxldmxdxwn this is 4 u bby bc i know you’ll read it. :) i have a really bad habit of making established backstories for the reader so sorry if thats annoying. Second chapter will have the *chefs kiss* sexy times, so dont worry if this one isn’t doin it for ya - it’s comin)

Chapter 1 of 4?

It’s so cold.

The small speederboat that carried you across the waves was softly rocking, beginning to lull you to sleep. You had deflected the remaining power in the boat to the repulsorlift and scanners in order to conserve enough energy to make it back home once you had done all you could after a long day and night of sifting through the sea’s garbage. You had collected as much trash as your cargo floor could hold and managed to save thirteen different sea creatures from their mangled nooses, but you weren’t ready to call it a night yet.

There’s always one more, I can save one more life.

And you were always right. The scanner in front of you beeped loudly, depicting what appeared to be a large turtle caught in an old electroshock net approaching on the screen. You rushed to action and honed in on the poor creature’s location, your vibroblade at the ready. Once you were close enough, you carefully pulled the turtle closer to the speeder and cut away all the suffocating bits of netting that trapped it.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, there...that’s better.”

As soon as it was freed from its entanglement, the turtle swam a quick delightful loop around the speeder before it returned to you and rested its head in your palm. You smiled, thanking it with some soft chin scratches. This is why you always went above and beyond doing what you do. You loved the seas and it’s creatures, and knowing that you were making a difference, even for only a handful of lifeforms, was worth it. You bid the turtle farewell as it returned to the depths, uttering a sigh of relief that was hastily followed by a yawn. If you were going to have the strength to do all this again the next morning, you needed to head out.

The giant net you had saved the turtle from weighed far more than you anticipated. Once you had finally pulled it all from the water, the screen beeped a loud warning signaling cargo capacity was at its absolute maximum.

“Well, looks like we’re going the old-fashioned way tonight.”

After the push of a button, the speederboat hit the surface of the water with a huge smack nearly sending you overboard. Repulsors were convenient for saving time, but your old speeder simply couldn’t handle the weight. Every night you contemplated getting a bigger and better one once you had earned enough credits, but for now you had to make due. You set the course for home and climbed into your seat, looking up at the stars. Your eyelids became heavier and heavier, and with the aid of the swaying waves, you drifted off to sleep.

***

There was a loud thud accompanied with the convulsion of the boat, which knocked you out of your seat and jolted you awake. Your forehead hit the hard durasteel control panel and you felt the hot blood trickle down your face. You held your hand beneath your nose and stumbled up onto your feet, groaning in pain, as you checked your surroundings. You weren’t sure how long you’d been napping, but the speederboat was stalled and you couldn’t see land in any direction. More importantly, there weren’t any obstructions nearby that your boat could have hit. You started to panic as you jumped over to your control panel and searched the area. Luckily, the shoreline was only about eight klicks to the southeast, but you still weren’t near as close as you should have been; especially considering the fact that your fuel reserves were gone. Completely empty.

“Oh, no…”

You did your best to keep calm and think rationally, trying to focus on how you were going to get home. You had some emergency rations on board, and there was likely something in the garbage pile that you could use to help row the speeder back to the docks. It would take a while, but you would get there eventually. Unfortunately the moment your panic dissipated, a giant red flash sped across the tracking screen. If you blinked you would have missed it. The air felt ominous and your gut was screaming at you to defend yourself. You pulled out your vibroblade and took a defensive stance, hoping, praying, that your instinct was wrong.

It wasn’t.

The monster shot up from the water and slammed directly into you, pinning and crushing you beneath its massive, heavy frame. It’s forearm was pushing against your neck, immobilizing you as a rumbling roar of a chuckle escaped it’s gargantuan jaw. Rows and rows of deadly sharp teeth flashed at you, filling you with dread. A karkarodon. It released its hold on you and stood up, laughing at the sight of your incapacitated state as you coughed and groaned.

“Finally. I’ve been hunting you for a while…”

He studied the substantial collection of trash on board and scoffed. You tried to ignore the pain and prop yourself up onto your elbows, just in time to watch the vile shark start throwing the piles of junk back into the water. You choked on your words many times before you finally got them out.

“S-stop! What do you think you’re doing?! Isn’t the sea your home?”

The karkarodon snarled and stomped back over to you, waving an accusatory webbed finger in your direction.

“Your actions are disrupting my meals, pathetic human! With the shallows obstructed with this, my prey are forced into the deep waters where I reside. My prey would swim directly into my jaws, until you encouraged them to return here.”

His words were meant to intimidate you, however you took them as a compliment. Your hard work was beginning to pay off after all, and you were saving more lives than you knew. You spoke through a hearty grin, blinking away blood and tears.

“Sounds like a personal problem.”

Before you could even react, his denticled leg collided with your ribs and launched you into a durasteel plate on the other side of the boat. Blood now coated your tongue with a metallic film, and your vision was beginning to fade. Was it really going to end like this? Your eyes danced across the floor, spotting your vibroblade that was thankfully just within reach.

Not yet. Not without a fight.

You pushed through the torment your body was suffering through sufficiently enough to grab hold of your weapon. After a handful of wheezes through gritted teeth, you willed yourself onto your feet and charged at the gilled bandit, catching him off guard with enough time to cleave your blade deep into his rhomboid with all your strength.

With a resounding bellow you were knocked onto your backside by the seething karkarodon, who now gazed at you with rage-filled predatory eyes.

“That’s it, time to feast!”

Pain still shot through you from your attack and although your body couldn’t be willed to move, you had to move, somewhere, anywhere, soon, quickly, now. Move!

However, it was too late. It had all happened so rapidly. As you were preparing to fling yourself off the vessel, the beast shot at you with accelerated velocity and clamped his jagged maw deep into your flesh, encompassing the entirety of your shoulder and bicep, the crunch and popping of bone and muscle fermenting into every cell within you as you were both plunged into the sea. The water erupted in crimson plumes the further the teeth sank into you and the deeper you descended into the cold abyss. You could no longer determine which hurt was coming from where, and your breath had become lodged in your throat.

So, this was it. You were going to die.

Strangely, you began to feel at peace. You relaxed every part of your being and gazed upward into the bursts of your own blood that gracefully danced up to the surface of the water. You pondered on the life you had lived, and prepared to accept your fate.

I only wish I could have done more…

Something dropped into the sea above you, creating a foamy eruption of bubbles as it dived directly into the swirling red. It was nearly impossible to tell what it was, as you began to fade in and out of consciousness. A rod of peridot light illuminated in front of the mysterious personage as it drew closer to you. Another monster? You couldn’t be sure; you were fading, and fading fast. The presence of this figure comforted you in a strange way you couldn’t explain, and as it swam nearer you could finally see that it wasn’t an it, but a he. His face, his body, his rippling tendrils entered your field of vision, and you couldn’t help but smile as you let go of everything.

It all faded into blackness, and you were gone.

***

“Breathe. Please, breathe through me.”

A voice. It echoed in your mind as though it were yours, but it clearly belonged to someone else. There was a feeling, a desire, to focus solely on your breath. To remember how to breathe. Slowly, ever so slowly, sensations began to return to you. Firstly, pain. Maker, it was almost unbearable.

“It is alright. Keep breathing.”

The next sensation was pressure; you sensed varying pressures all over as you started to encapsulate your own body once again. More soreness and pain, but also warmth. You could feel...something. Where were your hands? Your eyes refused to open, but your skin was able to feel touch better than before. You willed your fingers to move, and there was another sensation - something was pressed against you, or someone, that was supporting you. You felt skin, so unlike your own, but so smooth and warm.

“That’s it. Stay focused.”

There was something so soothing about this voice. It was so close, just who did it belong to? Another sensation overtook you - chill, the chill of the moving water. There was a stable pressure at the nape of your neck, around your waist, and...on your mouth. Something sparked, but you weren’t entirely sure what. You focused on your breathing again, and you clutched the warm body that was holding onto you. This was a person after all. A man, and his mouth was pressed against yours. You were breathing his air. You felt your body squirm a little as your face tensed with all the nerves that were hitting you.

“We’re almost there, just a little more.”

The outline of his lips against yours became more prominent with each passing second. It seemed that the longer you felt this intense pain, the faster your mind was being restored. Curiosity began to overtake you now, and you had to see...slowly, you opened your eyes. Everything was blurry and distorted for a while, but you could see his silhouette. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, and your hands were clutching onto some of his numerous headtails. His eyes - you could finally see his eyes, mere inches from your own. You gazed into them, completely mesmerized by how somehow the entire galaxy was reflected in there, while they bore into yours in return. You felt the corners of his mouth extend into a smile.

“That’s a good girl.”

Water rushed around your ears as the both of you emerged your heads through the surface of the sea. He still clutched you tightly, but he moved his hand from your nape to your cheek as he broke your oral connection, allowing you to breathe for yourself. Naturally, you gasped and coughed, the sting of the pain from your endeavor engulfing your entire body in waves. Your nautolan hero kept you above water as he used the force to pull the edge of your speederboat to him and carefully lifted you into it. You rolled onto your back, still convulsing and shivering before he hopped over and held you with your back against his chest. He vigorously rubbed your good arm to conduct heat while he activated the comm on his free wrist to contact his astromech.

You made the mistake of looking over at your shoulder; or at least what was left of it. The churned flesh was flayed into hanging bits, and you had lost so much blood that the exposed meat was nearly white. You instinctively used your good arm to grab the nautolan’s right hand and clutch it desperately, trying to think of whatever you could to distract from the pain. You had a thousand questions for him, but one more dire than the rest. You did your best to form a coherent sentence.

“N-name...w-what’s your-”

He carefully pulled you in even closer to his bare chest, enveloping you in as much warmth as possible. You felt the rumble in his throat as he answered you.

“I am Kit Fisto. Jedi Knight of the Republic.”

The whir of a Republic transport sounded overhead, and Kit swiftly carried you in his arms over to the hatch. Your eyes never left his face - you wanted to remember it forever.

“Kit…”

He looked down at you and smiled handsomely with both his lips and his eyes, a Kit Fisto trademark that you would come to treasure for the rest of your life. You could hear the sound of clones clamoring around to get you ready to transfer to the med unit, and your lids became heavy again. You drank in Kit’s features until exhaustion overcame you and you slowly released his hand.

Thank you, Kit Fisto.

***

(Notes below the cut)

(Thanks so much for reading! Better yet, thank you for sticking through to the end :) I wanted to add some notes before I post chapter 2, since there are some things that might need clarifying. First, not super important but I thought it was neat: turtles are a thing in star wars canon, and nautolans were meant to be depicted living on the backs of giant turtles in the special features of the clone wars. I like to think that the reader saving the turtle is forshadowing her encounter(s) with Kit. :) Next, there’s the ‘breathing Kit’s air’ thing that without context totally seems weird, so I’ll try to clarify for those who haven’t read the Tides of Terror comic: (spoilers?) Kit is amphibious and can breathe both air and water, so when Aayla is underwater unable to hold her breath for much longer, Kit totally fucking kisses her in THE MOST SEXUALLY CHARGED IMAGE IN STAR WARS links their mouths and is able to breathe for both of them. :) Hope this helped some things make more sense!

If you have any questions for me my asks are always open :) happy reading!)

#star wars #star wars the clone wars #tcw #kit fisto #kit fisto x reader #kit fisto x you #tranquility kit fisto #nautolan #karkarodon #soft reader #shark attack

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reddogf13 · 4 years

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Escape: Aftermath Ch: 5

Waylon X Eddie

Summery: After escaping the hell that is mount massive, Eddie and Waylon had been patching them self's to fix the damage. Murkoff however is not willing to release patients that easy. A new Murkoff CEO is hell bent on getting their two experiments back.

status: complete

rated: M - fowl language, sensitive topics, and gore

previous chap: Escape: Aftermath CH: 4

next chap: Escape: Aftermath CH: 6

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~Ch: 5 Shattered bones~

Barker was messing with another familiar jar on his desk. He read the name on the yellowed label, remembering who’s skull they were taken from. His wide grin dropped to a scowl when someone entered his office.

“what?!” Barker snapped, startling the person entering.

“w-we got news that they were seen walking around town.” the man said nervously.

“and?!” he snapped again. He wanted to get to the point. Did they know there location or not?

“we're still looking for them.” the man said. Barker silently opened a drawer with a gun. He was sick of time wasters and maybe this would make them think before entering. “we found out who they are. A Waylon park, who used to work for us, and Eddie Gluskin, a long time patient.” the man said, unaware of barkers actions.

“Gluskin?” Barker said, his interest grabbed. He slammed the drawer closed, having the man jump from the bang. “i recognize that name.” Barker grinned as he stood from his seat.

“ came to us 10 years ago, caught in a town. Known for kidnapping girls. He Killed 23 victims before he was caught. Difficult to catch, kept moving around. I read his file before, the towns people were all very concerned for where he was going. Lots of meetings, and court dates with arguments of him going here or there. They wanted him to be as far away as possible. Murkoff wasn’t about to let this opportunity slip by.” Barker said amused as he walked to a wall covered in file cabinets.

“so we happily offered to take him under the guise of the head of mount massive. we discreetly told the town we were in the deep cold mountains. Far away from any town and being heavily locked down. That’s all they needed to hear from us, happily giving him away. Not even bothering to find out more.” Barker said as he pulled out a certain file.

“there was one person though. I think he sensed we were up to no good. He kept coming in, asking questions about why we wanted Gluskin so badly. Wanting tours of our facility and to see papers of our staff. The nerve of him, he was so rude and nosy. We couldn’t get rid of him though. after all, he was the one who caught Gluskin. He was a town hero, a sudden disappearance wouldn’t do well. So the next time he visited we had … “problems”, with our facility.” Barker spoke with a annoyed tone.

“he seemed to be less fond of me after that. Demanding to speak with the head of mount massive. He only knew me as the “head doctor” of mount massive during that time. After shooing him off we gave him a message. It wasn’t a very polite message, but he stopped prying into our business.” Barker said as he looked through the file. He pulled out a old looking business card.

“iam sure Gluskin would love to meet his old friend.” Barker grinned, looking at the name Artisan Schep centered on the card. He began dialing the numberto set a meeting.

*later*

“glad you could come artisan.” Barker grinned at the man sitting at the other side of his desk. Artisan was wearing beat up old blue jeans with black boots. His shirt a dark grey, mostly covered by a beat up dark green jacket with pockets on the front. Some spots were stitched on the jacket from long ago cuts and tears. His hair was brown with a line of grey slightly showing at the front corner of his fore head. He had a few small scars on his face and dark blue hazel eyes.

Artisan was taping his fingers on the desk. He was glaring at the man before him, not at all happy for being called here. He didn’t know why he was called. He hadn’t seen this man in years. Going from a head doctor to a CEO of some company. None of that sat right with him. He knew something was disgustingly off about this company and mount massive. That’s why he kept wanting to get in.

“weren’t you a doctor?” artisan questions with a raised eye brow. He faked a pleasant tone, although his eyes were still glaring.

“i was, but I didn’t want to do that forever.” Barker grinned.

“ so why the hell am I here? Going to finally give me a tour of mount massive. After that in detail letter claiming “harassment” over me interfering with your “doctoring” I thought you’d never want to see me.” artisan said in a aggravated tone.

Thats what stopped him from investigating mount massive and Murkoff. A letter claiming he was harassing the company, saying that it began interfering with they're “charity” work and patient “treatment”. It was sent to the mayor, and artisan had to back off or lose his job. No one cared for Murkoff or mount massive, so no one was willing to back him up against the paper.

“ Gluskin has gotten out.” Barker said bluntly. Artisan choked on his spit, starting a couching fit. He stood up in anger, catching his breath.

“YOU LET HIM OUT??!!” artisan yelled, looking furiously at Barker.

“no, no. there was a riot and he escaped in the chaos.” Barker smiled, talking casually as if it were a everyday thing. It almost was, but artisan didn’t know that.

“god dammit!! do you fucking know where he is?! Has he done anything?!” artisan growled, beginning to pace.

“hes hiding in a near by town, from what we know. He also has a friend with him. A man who used to work with us, but had to be committed for violent actions against coworkers.” Barker explained. Violence against coworkers aka actions against Murkoff.

“he doesn’t make friends, if he ever did, they didn’t last longer then a few hours.” artisan said, confused and suspicious of that. He followed Eddie for months. It didn’t sound anything like Eddie to have a friend. Especially one that was alive.

“well his friend is very smart. Easily manipulates people, don’t listen to anything he says. He'll try to convince you hes harmless, then he will stab you in the back.” Barker grinned.

“fucking hell. I need to gather up a squad. Call some people, make reports.” artisan said, rubbing his face.

“oh, you don’t need to worry about that. We have a squad for you. You just have to hunt down Gluskin and they'll kill him for you.” Barker said.

“iam not going to kill anyone. Hes done horrible things, but iam not just going to murder someone unless I absolutely have no choice.” artisan said. Barkers grin turned into a frown at that news. Before artisan could turn to see it, Barker changed it back to a smile.

“i can understand that. You are a good man. Just find Gluskin and his friend, bring them back and we'll take care of them.” Barker grinned.

“how exactly did they get out of your “highly secured facility”.” artisan quoted him from long ago.

“ I told you. During a riot.” Barker said blandly.

“and how did the riot happen?” artisan glared. Barker stared at him calmly.

“it doesn’t matter. Things were taken care of.” Barker said in a plain tone.

“your facility isn’t very secure.” artisan stared back.

“even Alcatraz had a few escapees.” Barker grinned at him. Artisan looked at him unamused.

“ so I assume you got me for this because I caught Gluskin long ago, correct?” artisan asked.

“of course. Why would we get someone else?” Barker smiled.

“well, I chased him for months. he always moves around, making him hard to pin point. Do you have any leads where in town he could be?” artisan asked.

“no, they’ve done a pretty good job of avoiding us. And people refuse to speak with us about them.” Barker explained.

“i wonder why.” artisan thought sarcastic. To him, Barker was as trust able as a shark in a swimming pool.

“probably because they were threatened by them.” Barker said.

“maybe �� ill go to the town and speak with the team. See what they say on the situation.” artisan said, beginning to leave.

“i hope to see you back soon.” Barker said in a pleasant tone that made artisan just want to punch him.

*meanwhile*

Waylon was kept in the bathroom again. Once morning hit, him and Eddie were going to leave no matter what. Everything looked bad for Waylon. His fever was gone, but he still suffered from voices. Eddie was mad at him for things he never meant to do. Or never did, like faking his illness. They were going to move and that settled badly in the pit of Waylons stomach.

Murkoff had not made much of a move. Only setting up road blocks. They haven’t searched buildings yet harmed or threatened anyone. as far as he knew. Then again, they were probably just being more discreet. They didn’t want all this getting to the news. Threatening people would bring up a panic in others. People would run away and word would spread.

With that thought, Waylon still felt something looming over them. A dark cloud of misfortune just waiting to hit with a hurricane. He definitely didn’t want to leave now, but that could be just him. He was always afraid to go out and pass people. Being forced into leaving the only safe house he knows. And not knowing where they’ll end up added a extra layer of anxiety.

He started looking back on all the different decision they could have made. They could have not stopped in this town. Could have kept to the woods. Could have continued past this town to another. They were in bad shape when they arrived though. They had to break into the motel, or face pneumonia. Or possibly infections of all kinds and disease like rabies from wild animals.

He probably got his fever from the pouring rain and stress. It was a matter of time before he got sick from something. He started looking around the bathroom walls, being board. He stopped and stared at one small dark spot in the ceiling corner over the shower.

He stared at it, leaning towards it in confusion when he thought it was beginning to grow. His eyes widened at seeing long black shadow spider legs grow from the dark spot. He stared at it a moment longer, watching the spot grow from the size of a dime to the size of a plate. He got up and backed away to the door, watching a large spider dripping black ink crawl out of the darkness.

It opened its multiple eyes, shining a bright red at Waylon. It let out a large gurgling hiss as it clawed to get out of the darkness, like it was stuck. By the time it was half way out Waylon started banging on the door.

“ EDDIE!! LET ME OUT!!! EDDIE!!” Waylon yelled, getting ready to just bust down the door himself. The spider was almost entirely out when the door opened. Waylon bolted out a few feet, getting stopped by Eddie grabbing him.

“what is it now??!!” Eddie questioned. Waylon was shaking and hyperventilating. He looked back into the bathroom for the spider, finding no sign of it.

“huge spider.” Waylon said a little shaky.

“ a spider?” Eddie questioned in a mocking tone.

“it was a massive shadow spider that dripped ink.” Waylon snapped.

“iam sure it was.” Eddie mocked again. Waylon angrily grumbled about seeing it and it wasn’t a tiny spider. Eddie left him by the bathroom door, getting some canned food to make into dinner. Waylon went over and laid quietly on the bed. As Eddie started to heat up the food, Waylon began asking questions.

“where will we be heading?” Waylon asked. Hed like to be aware of at least which direction they’ll be heading in.

“heading towards the northern part of town to the lake. Unused log cabins over there. Most likely to be looked over by Murkoff since there a little away from town in the forest. Just need to stick to the woods and cross over a bridge. A little more walking through the forest and we'll be there by afternoon.” Eddie said, as he watched the microwave.

“are the cabins rotten?” Waylon asked.

“some will be. Others can be fine.” Eddie said.

“i rather not get one with a hole in the roof.” Waylon mumbled.

“i cant promise that.” Eddie said, taking out the food. He handed Waylon a paper bowl of SpaghettiOs. Waylon looked down at it, feeling mild sadness when he remembered feeding his boys this stuff.

“ … if Lisa saw me now … would she be happy with me being with Eddie? Or would she advise me to run?” Waylon thought, staring at the noodles.

“you should eat those.” Eddie said, breaking his thought. Waylon nodded, forcing himself to start eating. He would need a full stomach for this trip. He had been feeling exhausted, unable to sleep for more then 5 minutes. Nightmares plagued his dreams, barely remembering them when waking up terrified. The feeling of suffocation attacking him after trying to breath.

He stared into the empty bowl when he finished. He looked up towards the bathroom door, sighing as he felt sickness. He didn’t want to try and sleep in there again. He knew he would be unable to. He looked over his shoulder at Eddie. He watched him pack stuff into they're bag. He took a deep breath before talking.

“Eddie, can I sleep with you?” Waylon asked quietly. Eddie paused, thinking for a moment.

“alright, but if you see something. Wake me before you do anything.” Eddie said, continuing to pack. Waylon nodded, feeling some relief. At least with Eddie, he felt secure that Eddie will know when somethings near. Knowing when its a actual threat vs just a hallucination. He yawned, the exhaustion feeling heavier on him.

He laid down on the bed, covering himself with a blanket. He hid his face in one of the pillows, and covered his head with the blanket. He just wanted sleep and didn’t even want to see the light of the room. After hiding himself away in the bed, did he realize how exhausted his body really felt. Everything was sore, weak, and felt sick.

He let out a groan mixed with sickness and exhaustion. He really didn’t want to leave feeling like this. He hoped that by morning he would have slept well enough to be a little better. He felt a hand rub up his back, then felt a body lay over his. He let out a deep breath, his body relaxing as Eddie joined him in bed.

Eddie tangled Waylon in his arms like he always did, earning a grumble from him. Waylon usually didn’t mind, but he didn’t want to be shifted around and trapped at the moment. Eddie shushed him, raking a hand through Waylons hair before relaxing.

“at least its still better then the bathroom floor.” Waylon thought, shifting a bit. He fell asleep a minute later.

Sometime during the night, Waylon awoke. He sighed in annoyance at waking early. thankful that he had no nightmares this time. He turned his head to look at the wall. Tensing up when he saw the shadows begin to shift and move. He swallowed, shifting back to be more underneath Eddie.

Eddie seemed unaware to the shadows, so they must be hallucinations. Eddie growled at Waylon moving and gripped tighter around him, stopping him. Waylon buried his face back into the pillow to not see the shadows. The feeling of being watched nagged at him, making him nervous. He grabbed on tightly to Eddies shoulder, looking for something to give him small comfort. Eddie, being the only thing there, was all he had.

Eddie awoke to Waylons grip on his shoulder. He untangled him and wrapped his arms around Waylon. Eddie grabbed his hand and let Waylon hold it tightly. Eddie began feeling Waylon shaking underneath him.

“its alright darling. Ill keep you safe.” Eddie said, trying to give some encouragement. Waylon let out a few long breaths he was holding. It was hard for him to calm down when seeing realistic nightmares and the feeling of being watched. He looked again at the wall, sighing when he saw no more shadow things. The feeling of being watched disappeared. He buried his face back into the pillows, trying to fall right back to sleep.

He did after more encouragements from Eddie. The rest of the night was peaceful for him. He growled when Eddie woke him the next morning for breakfast. He raked his hair back as he sat up. He looked into the paper bowl handed to him, seeing some canned peaches.

He finished them off soon after they were handed to him. He stretched as he turned to look at the window. He saw some blue light coming in through the cracks in the curtains. He growled again at how early they were up. He missed being able to sleep in. he changed his clothes and got ready to leave.

“come on, time to leave.” Eddie said, watching Waylon re-tie his shoes.

“ I know.” he yawned, standing up to move towards the door. They walked closely together along the forest edge, watching out for Murkoff. Stopping a few times as Murkoff passed by. Half way on there walk, Eddie stopped to watch a large Murkoff gathering. The security were formed in a large circle, protecting something. Eddie walked up to a building to try and get a closer look.

“what are you doing?! We gotta keep moving!!” Waylon whispered.

“they’re talking about something. I want to know what. It mite help us get by them later.” Eddie said as he got closer. Waylon stayed close to him, wanting rather to leave.

Waylon looked around him, trying to listen. He only heard mumbles, getting 1 clear word every 10 sentences. A small group of Murkoff in the middle disbanded, showing a man. At the sight of him Eddie sucked in a quick breath and his whole body tensed. It made Waylon worry, was he someone Eddie knew?

“Eddie …?” Waylon whispered, trying to get his attention. He was ignored, Eddie stared intently at the figure, hatred filling his eyes. “Eddie?” Waylon said again, getting more paranoid the longer they stayed.

“Darling?” Waylon said, to break Eddies glare. It worked and Eddies tense posture softened. He looked at Waylon and guided him to start moving.

“we have to leave, now.” Eddie commanded as he pushed Waylon along.

“do you know that guy?” Waylon asked as he was pushed.

“nothing to worry about darling.” Eddie said. All those words did was make Waylon worry.

“Who was that man? Ive never seen him before. Eddie was involved with him at some point. Something big if Eddie is worried about him.” Waylon thought. Eddie stopped pushing him and yanked him away in another direction as Murkoff started getting too close.

Murkoff was spreading out from the grouping and the two had gotten too close. They were slowly being surrounded by wandering Murkoff. Eddie brought them to a nearby apartment building, climbing up a few flight of stairs.

“we cant stay here.” Waylon said, panting from there running.

“i know. We'll sneak out the back fire exit, jump to a nearby building and go down the stairs to the woods again.” Eddie said, walking with a quick pace down a hall.

“what if Murkoffs there?” Waylon asked.

“they'll pass by the building. They want to check run down buildings first and will be heading to the rundown factory’s.” Eddie said, climbing out onto the fire escape, making sure no Murkoff were around first.

Waylon quickly climbed out the window, following Eddies lead. They jumped onto the roof of the building next door. Not very hard when they were only 5 feet apart. They went to the stairs, silently going down a few flights. At the bottom, Waylon was heavily panting as he followed Eddie. He was running behind him till Eddie stopped suddenly. Waylon slammed into him, not expecting at all to stop.

He looked up at Eddie, surprised and confused. Eddie was frozen, staring at something ahead, his posture tense. Waylon slowly glanced around him, seeing the man from earlier. He was pointing a gun at Eddie, forcing him to stay in place.

The man glanced at Waylon looking out. Waylon hid back behind Eddie, his nervousness growing. Eddie put a arm a little behind him to stop Waylon from trying to look out again.

Artisan turned a corner into this building after seeing movement pass by on the roof. He turned a corner with his gun drawn, surprised by Eddie coming quickly coming down the stairs. Stopping a few feet short of running into him. Eddie deeply glared at him with hatred after recognizing who he was. Artisan was silently looking him over, the lesions on eddies face catching his attention. He began noticing there were other multiple wounds.

Gashes, bullet wounds, lesions on his face, and his eyes contained blood. Artisan knew Eddie was a rock with experiencing pain, but all this must be dragging him down. His examination was cut short by movement to the right of Eddie. It was another man with him, looking even worse.

One huge scar going across his face with stitches, bloody gauze wrapped arms. As soon as artisan saw him, he disappeared back behind Eddie. Artisan knew something was off. Why was Barker so desperate to get them? What the hell happened to these two? They looked like they just went through all the layers off hell. No asylum could do this much damage without some illegal action occurring.

“... what happened to your face?” artisan questioned bluntly. He didn’t care if he offended Eddie, not like Eddie didn’t despise him already. He wanted some answers, and he would at least get some from Eddie then going through a dance with Barker for a vague one.

“why are you here, with them?” Eddie glared, unblinking.

“i was called by Barker to bring you in.” artisan answered with a glare.

Waylon went pale and sick at the name. Flashes of cannibals eating body’s, blood, the thick smell of rotting body’s and metallic blood. The engine awakened in a flurry of bloody images, painful flashes, and painful shocks. Waylons PTSD was run over with fear to escape terrifying hallucinations of rotting sick cannibals.

Waylon started hyperventilating and shaking against Eddie. It caught his attention, although he didn’t want to loose attention on artisan he had to check Waylon. Eddie glanced over his shoulder, paying attention to any movement artisan made while checking Waylon. He slowly reached behind him to grab Waylon. The touch back fired.

Waylon grabbed Eddies knife, sticking out of a side pocket, and barreled past him. He slammed into artisan, knocking him over with a gun shot going off. Eddie froze at the sound, fearing his darling was shot. But the bullet missed and Waylon continued out a near exit.

Eddie felt a little relief, running by artisan. He wanted to kill him, but he had to stop Waylon before he ran into a Murkoff search party. He followed him to a near by alley way. Waylon was shaking and hyperventilating, the grip on Eddies knife made his knuckles white.

He approached cautiously, yanking the knife away from Waylon and grabbing him so he couldn’t flee again. Waylon tried to fight Eddie till he calmed down and realized who it was. The hallucinations had stopped once he ran out of the building. He didn’t fully remember what happened and hid in a alley. He was fearing that Murkoff mite find him and fought Eddie when he was first grabbed because of that.

Eddie started pulling him away from the area. Trying to get them away to the cabins as quickly as possible. They just had to pass the bridge and they would be free to hide in the woods. They were running by buildings, passing by scrambling Murkoff. They knew they were around by artisan alerting them all through radio.

They were closing in around them. They had no time to stop or slow. Every minor pause allowed Murkoff to get closer. Eventually they were spotted, running by a alley. Bullets went by them, busting off pieces of wall near by or the concrete at there feet.

Waylon kept up as close as possible. Fearing something was going to happen. The dark cloud looming before was turning into a storm in his skull. Everything was slowing around him, the sound of shootings being muffled by the loud pulsing of his heart. They ran to the stone bridge that was just ahead. The thick trees around them blocking the heavy fire. Running across the bridge had become almost impossible with the fire on it. Dust and pieces of rock being shot off around them.

They made it half way, but then a large rock thudded in front of Waylon. He jumped back in reaction, assuming it to be a bullet when it hit with a loud sound. He looked at the rock, everything going quiet, and suddenly slow for him when he saw the detail on it.

It wasn’t a rock … it was a grenade.

Eddie stopped, seeing Waylon freeze. He looked at what Waylon was looking at. His blood froze, seeing Waylon 8 feet from a grenade.

“RUN!!” Eddie yelled at him. It snapped Waylon out of his freeze. He bolted away from it across the other side of the bridge, separated from Eddie. He got 2 feet before it exploded.

Waylon let out a sudden painful gasp as something went through his ribs with intense force. He heard multiple snaps, only hearing his heart pulse in his head. All the noise he heard went silent. He felt immense pain that quickly turned to numbing cold. The world went bright for him and turned black, in a second, as everything sped up and then stopped.

#outlast whistleblower #eddie gluskin #waylon park #Waylon x Eddie

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Character’s full name: Randall Gaspar Purpura

Reason or meaning of name: My characters tend to name themselves. When I first designed Randall the name just kinda echoed in my head.

Character’s nickname: I call him Rand. NEVER RANDY. dont do that please.

Reason for nickname: Randall is a long name lmao

Birth date: 12/13/73

Physical appearance

Age: 23

How old does he/she appear: i think Randall looks a lot younger and could probably be mistaken for 17-19. he definitely gets carded whenever buying anything adult.

Weight: 95-100 pounds

Height: 5′3″

Body build: Emaciated but with wide hip bones

Shape of face: rounded heart shape?

Eye color: brown

Glasses or contacts: he needs to wear glasses, but can’t find them.

Skin tone: pale yellowish tan with lots of freckles

Distinguishing marks: freckles, rope burn scars on neck, wrists and ankles, deep scars all over body. he has a tattoo in the middle of his back of an eye

Predominant features: biiiiig nose and shark teeth

Hair color: black with a purple sheen (mostly because of grease)

Type of hair: super curly and fluffy if clean, straight with slight curls when dirty

Hairstyle: usually shoulder length and choppy, but sometimes cuts it shorter or grows it longer.

Voice: i always wanted him to sound like Danny Elfman, but I do his voice acting.

Overall attractiveness: not very. I’d give him a 4 outta 10 maybe? higher if you like weird looking guys

Physical disabilities: ulcers, anemia, jaundice, chipped teeth, scoliosis, a mild muscle twitch and migraines

Usual fashion of dress: over sized sweaters (usually striped), black skinny cut jeans, black converse, knee high socks.

Favorite outfit: blue striped sweater, acid washed grey/black jeans, black low top converse, periwinkle knee high socks.

Jewelry or accessories: he sometimes wears a black necklace with an eye that matches his tattoo design and he wears a small black hoop earring in his right ear.

Personality

Good personality traits: He’s rather smart and clever, he gives pretty good advice, hes very loyal and will go out of his way to do whatever he can for friends.

Bad personality traits: He has anger issues, night terrors, delusions, gets VERY possessive of people he likes, can get violent, has violent alters he can’t control.

Mood character is most often in: if on meds hes usually in a dissociative calm state. off his meds hes quite irritable unless he’s smoking.

Sense of humor: he’ll tell corny jokes or puns sometimes, but has a hard time picking up when others joke with him.

Character’s greatest joy in life: eating pizza while watching a romcom and listening to his favorite music.

Character’s greatest fear: being yelled at

Why? bad childhood

What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil? uuuuh? i guess going off his meds didnt go great coupled with a new friend and having a crush on someone.

Character is most at ease when: listening to his headphones and writing

Most ill at ease when: people are yelling at him or he has a lot to do in a day

Enraged when: woken up badly, when he thinks the people around him hate him or are ignoring him

Depressed or sad when: being ignored or nothings on tv

Priorities: just getting through life

Life philosophy: reincarnation might be real and he hopes itll be better next time

If granted one wish, it would be: not being ill and finding love

Why? it causes most of his turmoil and its really hard for him and he just wants to be loved like he never was

Character’s soft spot: people being nice to him, being asked about his hyper fixations (hes usually too shy at first to talk much, but if he trusts you and you get him going he doesnt shut up)

Is this soft spot obvious to others? YES

Greatest strength: he has a lot of surprising physical strength (it wouldnt look like it), he has a pretty strong will too all things considered

Greatest vulnerability or weakness: his own mind, overthinking, moths (the guy)

Biggest regret: he missed his chance with someone he was really close to before he went to the hospital (Leon)

Minor regret: burning his pizza in fall of 1992

Biggest accomplishment: he used to write and actually wrote some small short stories that were published in magazines

Minor accomplishment: not burning his pizza in the winter of 1993

Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about: he was removed from school a lot growing up til he was expelled and “homeschooled” (it was just him reading all the curriculum himself).

Why? because its embarrassing to him

Character’s darkest secret: he keeps clothing and (if theyre killed) body parts of people hes infatuated with

Does anyone else know? mya does now

Past

Hometown: LA, California

Type of childhood: very badly neglected and abused

Pets: he had a cat as a child, but they died in an unfortunate accident and it really affected him. his plushie cat was name after her.

First memory: his mom yelling at him

Most important childhood memory: getting his plushie cat

Why: it was his number one comfort item. he still has it but shes really old and worn so he keeps it under his pillow or in his dresser

Childhood hero: he didnt have one

Dream job: when he was little wanted to be a vet, then when he got older he wanted to be an artist, now he wants to be a writer

Education: in and out of elementary, half of middle school and then self homeschooled on his own.

Religion: agnostic

Finances: very very poor

Present

Current location: [REDACTED FOR FUTURE GAMES]

Currently living with: he lived alone til he died

Pets: n/a

Religion: agnostic

Occupation: n/a

Finances: n/a

Family

Mother: Paloma Purpura

Relationship with her: very bad. She was extremely abusive to him in physical and mental ways. Randall was an accident and she blamed him for “ruining her life”. She was a severe alcoholic and would leave him home alone for days at a time sometimes. She had schizophrenia and would take out delusions on him. Moths waited til she was passed out and set the house on fire, using cigarettes to make it appear as an accident.

Father: Byun Ji-hwan

Relationship with him: He died while Paloma was 7 months pregnant with him. He got in a car accident. Paloma loved him a lot and his death made her spiral into a depression, most likely being a big factor in Randall being born premature and with many health problems.

Siblings: he’s an only child.

Spouse: He was in love with his neighbor and only friend, Leon, but he moved away and he never told him how he felt.

He was also briefly involved with his boss, Mort, at the pizzeria. He stalked him and was obsessed with him, but lost touch after he went to the hospital.

He had a crush on his neighbor, Tom, who Moths murdered and kept in his bathtub til mya stopped him.

Other important family members: He has an aunt and uncle on his mothers side who adopted him when his house burned down. They were mentally abusive to him and would have to tie him to his bed when he had night terrors cause he would hurt himself and others otherwise. thats why he has rope burn scars on his wrists and ankles.

Favorites

Color: Red and Blue

Least favorite color: yellow

Music: he listens to a lot of different genres, anything floaty and dreamy or kind of weird. his favorite band is radiohead, he also loves oingo boingo and the talking heads.

Food: pizza. pizza anything, he loves all pizza stuff. he hates burgers though.

Literature: horror novels

Form of entertainment: he likes to watch infomercials on TV

Mode of transportation: he has a purple Ford Escort. he keeps losing the keys so he tends to walk everywhere. does NOT ride the bus if he can help it

Most prized possession: His plushie cat, Shadow.

Habits

Hobbies: watching tv or doodling/writing

Plays a musical instrument? he cant play any instrument, but he likes to sing

Plays a sport? no one would play sports with him as a kid and he doesnt have the stamina, but he enjoys watching winter sports.

How he/she would spend a rainy day: He’d open the window so he can listen to the rain and just relax or write

Spending habits: he barely has enough money to get by as it is, but he likes to buy gas station pizza or candy when he can. sometimes he’ll treat himself if hes really depressed and by some silly little toy or something

Smokes: started smoking at 14, chain smoked until he worked and was irritable alot because the breaks werent enough and then he quit after staying in the hospital. Moths still smokes and Randall will have one if he gets really stressed.

Drinks: Used to drink when he was 16, doesnt like how it makes him feel. Triggers memories of his mom.

Other drugs: experimented with lots of drugs as a teen. tried pills, speed and weed. Stopped doing drugs after 2 years., never did them to excess, just to deal with PSTD.

What does he/she do too much of? drinks a lot of soda and caffeinated beverages.

What does he/she do too little of? eating anything. he tends to forget or is just not up for it.

Extremely skilled at: is actually a really good shot with a gun, surprisingly even without his glasses. hes also really good at rhythm type things

Extremely unskilled at: anything involving other people

Nervous tics: chews on his shirt, picks at his nails or bites his nails, covers his face with his sleeves

Usual body posture: slouches, puts his hands up to his chest with his sleeves covering them. tends to walk fast when in public to get home as fast as possible. (virgin walk)

Mannerisms: shy, twitchy, sweaty, has a stutter when nervous. tends not to be able to make eye contact and looks down or away mostly

Traits

Optimist or pessimist? very pessimistic

Introvert or extrovert? EXTREME introvert

Daredevil or cautious? cautious (moths is a daredevil with no impulse control)

Logical or emotional? tries to be logical usually, but ends up becoming emotional

Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? it really depends on what. his self care is messy, but his living space is usually kept pretty clean and minimalist, except for maybe some food wrappers but he picks them up weekly.

Prefers working or relaxing? likes relaxing, but working gets his mind off things.

Confident or unsure of himself/herself? very very unsure of himself

Animal lover? yes, loves all animal esp bugs, rabbits and rats or any creature hated by most people (he relates)

Self-perception

How he/she feels about himself/herself: hes very self loathing and takes what happened to him personally, feeling like he did something to deserve. that carried on to adulthood and now when something bad happens on accident he thinks he must have done something to deserve it. he finds himself very unattractive and has a hard time looking in the mirror. hates everything about himself.

One word the character would use to describe self: bad

What does the character consider his/her best personality trait? he doesnt think he has any

What does the character consider his/her worst personality trait? shyness

What does the character consider his/her best physical characteristic? eyes

What does the character consider his/her worst physical characteristic? scars

How does the character think others perceive him/her: he thinks people see him as a gross person, someone you wouldnt want to go near. and smelly.

What would the character most like to change about himself/herself: everything

Relationships with others

Opinion of other people in general: scary and would rather be alone, but wants love and friends

Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others? absolutely

Person character most hates: his mother, his aunt and uncle and tom

Best friend(s): mya and leon

Love interest(s): leon and sort of tom (it wasnt really reciprocated so hes dead)

Person character goes to for advice: mya

Person character feels responsible for or takes care of: himself

Person character feels shy or awkward around: everyone

Person character openly admires: mya (he likes how outgoing and nice she is)

Person character secretly admires: mya

Most important person in character’s life before story starts: leon

After story starts: mya

#ive been working on this on and off for a very long time #randall purpura #purple game

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