#just to find ones where they’re only side characters or smth

[welcometoteyvat]

xiangling / yanfei for 25 and 2

MY GIRLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

xiangling: people sleep on how she gets the friendship of gods and immortals just by offering them her cooking. first guoba then xiao who’s next. is xianyun’s “coming down to the mortal world” 下凡 arc gonna be her mechanical cooking pots and xiangling having a cooking competition? place your bets now. I liked her spotlight in moonchase (her scenes w keqing, madame ping, and the food survey we did around liyue) that was incredibly cute <3 this is also really random but I like that she has a dad to whom we can talk in game, and who isn’t a shitty father

yanfei: how she fits into liyue's theme of adepti adjusting to a mortal world, and more broadly, the differences or similarities between the godly and the human. also the interesting parallels between her and ganyu. also her relationships! you can reasonably connect her to a lot of characters—the chasm gang, ganyu, ningguang, keqing, zhongli, eula, etc. and they’re all fun dynamics!! I think her relationships with her father and madame ping are neat, and the concept of signing a contract to live happily is an interesting one and it fits her storyline!! i like that she's a cool side character who presents an interesting continuation of liyue's themes <33333

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

xiangling: hard to remember but I thought her story quest was really random bc I accidentally triggered it and had no idea who she was. I also was peeved that I had to pass the abyss to get her bc my team was Not well built at that time lmao. now,,, i like her! she’s incredibly cool idk.i feel like she’s still written as just a passionate chef obsessed w food in game but i will give her character depth in my head because she’s sweet and deserves it

yanfei: "thank god I got her I finally have another pyro unit besides amber!!!!! i love you thanks for saving my life random character" <- my first reaction as a New Player pulling on the standard banner, sick and tired of baron bunny's cooldown. I didn't meet her in game until the teapot quest so for a while she was just there carrying my team even tho I didn’t know much about her. now I cherish her w all my heart as a little deer lawyer w hypercompetence and flavor :) hanfu skin when

[illicitlimerence-writes]

fanboy | m. verstappen

pairing: max verstappen x actress!reader word count: 4.8k words request: yes, by anons: "bestie hear me out, in a f1 video, i think it was this or that or smth like that, max said he has always loved spiderman. okay. so. imagine. reader is an actress right. she obvi cannot play spiderman. but. she gets the role of spidergwen. can you imagine? max finding out and he just reps his girl so much. he just has to let everyone know. everywhere he goes. that his girlfriend is fcking spidergwen. this got so long im sorry. ily and your work” & “hi bestie! hope you’re doing good :) i love your fics! could you potentially write an actress x max fic where they’re in a long distance relationship and it’s starting to effect them but in the end everything turns out great? 🥰” & “hello, can you write something with max verstappen where he and his girlfriend are expecting a baby girl. thank you” warnings: mentions of j*s, h*rner and m*rko, mentions of silvestone 2021, language, pregnancy, i tried to write angst, but it didn’t work lmao.  a/n: sooooo i don’t know how to feel about this one. i feel like it’s missing something, but idk yet. also, this might be a bit too similar to ‘superheroes and flat caps’ but i just fell in love with that concept and wanted to write more like that one.

my masterlist

(look at this precious boyyyyy)

being cast in a marvel movie meant commitment, whether it was traveling to the other side of the world and living there for months on end, or staying late when it was necessary. 

at first, you were extremely excited to become a part of this universe of compelling characters and devoted fans. you didn’t know exactly which character you’d auditioned for, but when your agent called you about a role in a new spiderman movie, and that marvel wanted you to audition, you knew you were going to do what was necessary to get that role.

max was the first person you told about this audition. he knew how long you’d been wanting to be part of a big movie franchise, through most of your career you’d only done stand-alone movies, this opportunity gave you the chance to grow as an actress, to explore a character in ways that you hadn’t been able to just yet. 

you had been on your morning run when you got the call, jogging the streets of the small country you called home was your favorite way to start the day when the weather was nice. maybe not the running part, but you did like the view. you always invited max to join you, but he always claimed that if he were to run with you, he would just fall behind, too distracted by your presence. you’d shake your head and laugh.

“the view, max! do it for the view,” you said, grabbing his shoulders and moving him until he was standing in front of the stone edge, the water in the distance. but he moved his head, meeting your eyes as he smiled softly, then, without hesitation, he said;

“you’re the greatest view i could ever ask for,” your breath got caught in your throat, max turned so he was facing you, and gently kissed your cheek. 

you smiled as you thought back to that day. the thought that max was waiting for you back home was what kept you going through the hard days. and that day, after the first rush of excitement had died down a bit, making way for nervousness and self doubt, you needed him. you knew it was just an audition, and that it was weeks away, but this was a really big opportunity for you and your career. you knew more chances would come, but you just had a feeling that this role in particular, even though you didn’t even know what character it was, was made for you.

you arrived home, feeling a weird sensation in your stomach, as if you were going to throw up. as you opened the front door you were met with the sound of music coming from the speakers.

“max?” you called, heading to the balcony, you knew he enjoyed working out there, and the already opened door was a big clue. “hey,” you said, he was lying on his back, he dropped the weight he was lifting to the side, rising up to his feet and greeted you with a kiss.

“how was your run?” he asked, holding your hand and leading you inside.

“good,” you replied, rushing the word out. you walked to the kitchen, sitting on a stool as max grabbed a cold water bottle from the fridge.

“everything okay?” he asked, you cursed yourself silently. for someone who had spent most of her life acting, you were not good at keeping your cool when lying. 

“yup,” you popped the ‘p’, and max turned around and narrowed his eyes at you, you sighed, placing your crossed arms over the counter and hiding your face in them. “okay, no. i got a call and i’m nervous,” your voice came out muffled, and max frowned, sitting next to you. he placed a hand on your back.

“what? i couldn’t hear you,” his hand was warm against your back, you turned your head to look at him, he leaned down so he was imitating your posture. “hey, what’s wrong?” he looked concerned, and you chastised yourself mentally for worrying him about something so trivial.

“i got a call, from stephanie,” you started, max nodded, “i have an audition in three weeks, for a new marvel movie. a spiderman movie,” you said, realizing that spiderman was one of max’s favorite characters, that just added to the mix of nerves and anxiety you felt at that moment.

“that’s amazing!” he said, a smile forming on his lips. you straightened your back, nodding. “but?” he lifted his eyebrows.

"it's marvel!" you lifted your arms for emphasis. “and it’s a spiderman film, and you love spiderman, and-”

“and you’re you,” he leaned in, “you’re nervous,” he guessed.

“oh, i’m terrified,” you admitted, leaning your head on his shoulder. “i’ve been wanting to be part of anything marvel for so long now… and now that i finally have an audition with them…” you lifted your head, turning so you were face to face with max, “i can’t screw this up,” you shook your head.

“and you won’t,” he assured you, placing his hands on your arms. “you’ve gotten every role you’ve auditioned for, you’ve been offered roles without even having to audition,” he started, you looked up at him, “this won’t be any different, okay? they are interested in you for a reason. they know this role is for you,”

“but i… i don’t even know what role it is, and-”

“you won’t find out unless you try. and you know, i could help you rehearse your lines,” he poked your stomach, making you laugh, “i’ll be with you every step of the way.”

“thank you, max.”

“of course, schatje,” he said, leaning in and placing a kiss on your lips. “besides, what if you get to play spider-woman, or something like that?” you chuckled, kissing his cheek.

“maybe,”

-

max had been right, after all. after three rounds of callbacks and chemistry reads, you had been offered the role to play spider gwen for the live action ‘spiderverse’ film. after explaining to max the story of the character, he quickly declared it as his favorite character and superhero. you told him to keep it a secret, you couldn’t risk anyone finding out about this before marvel announced it or started teasing about it. he promised you his lips were sealed.

except that cheeky motherfucker, for once in his life, didn’t wear a red bull polo as he arrived to the track for his next race, he wore a marvel shirt.

you were in atlanta at that moment, on the first days of shooting the film, and had called him as soon as you were both available.

“hi, schatje,” he said, he eyes were crinkled at the corners, the little shit knew exactly what he was doing, knew exactly why you’d called him.

“hello, emilian,” you called him by his middle name, narrowing your eyes at him through the screen. “that was an interesting outfit you wore today,” you said, slowly raising an eyebrow.

“really? he asked, shrugging his shoulders, “i wore what i always do, jeans and a shirt,”

“oh, yeah, i’m well aware of your required uniform for the weekends,” you teased, “was surprised to see you not wearing a red bull shirt, though,” 

“what can i say? i’ve been watching the movies and am becoming a fan,” 

“max,” you chuckled, shaking your head slightly.

“did i get you in trouble?” he asked.

“no, don’t worry about that,”

“okay, good,” he nodded.

“but you can’t do it again. it already raised so many eyebrows, people will start talking, and speculating. i can’t risk anything leaking out, okay?”

“okay. i’m sorry. i just thought you… you know. you’re finally in a marvel movie, after working your ass off for so long, and i’m so unbelievably proud of you, i want to show you off,”

“and i love you and thank you for that, but… let’s wait until the movie comes out… or the confirmation of my role, at least, okay?”

“okay. i’m sorry if i caused you any troubles,”

“no, no, it’s all good, i promise. it’s just me, i- i can’t risk losing this,”

“and you won’t, i promise. i will lay low until you give me the thumbs up,”

“what does that mean?” you asked, smiling as you leaned back.

“i’ve already ordered a bunch of spider gwen shirts and caps, and sweatshirts,” he said, your eyes widened as you let out a small laugh.

“max!” 

“my favorite girl is playing my favorite superhero, i’d be stupid if i didn’t show my support for you in any way i can, no matter how small,”

“i really want to hug you right now,” you said, sighing. this was the first time you’d be away for so long, almost two months without seeing each other in person.

“i wish i could, too.”

-

you never thought you’d struggle with long distance, for the almost two years you and max had been together, you were always in sync, you always knew what the other needed without having to ask.

maybe it was the distance, or the timing, maybe it was just a small bump in the road for the two of you.

as you moved overseas for a few months to film, you tried to watch and follow the races as much as you could, but your hectic schedule made it impossible sometimes, and you had to settle for watching the replays when you had the time, or just watching the highlights.

one day in july, you were just about to wrap filming, and had been asked to start really early, and to stay extremely late. you were up before the sun, texting a quick ‘good morning, good luck. i love you.’ to max before leaving your phone in your trailer and focusing on, what you were hoping would be, your last day of filming.

things had been a little tense between max and you, you missed him terribly, and so did he. you both tried to make time in your schedules to facetime for at least five minutes, but the time difference, plus the million things you had to do, plus the fatigue and tiredness made it almost impossible. you relied on texts, a good morning and good night text was the one thing you never missed.

the day had started out just like any other, you were aware that the race was an important one, from the bits and pieces of information you read online and had spoken to max about, silverstone would be a decisive race for the championship title. and it broke your heart that you wouldn’t be able to watch it, but you wanted to finish as soon as possible so you could get back to your designated spot in max’s garage quickly. you’d already missed so much.

max knew that you had your own career to focus on, during all the time you’d been together, he was aware that you weren’t going to be there for him all the time. he knew that. but you’d never been apart for so long. he knew his life wouldn’t be over if he didn’t win the championship that year, but the people around him counted on him, they, and max himself, were putting too much pressure on him, he was about to snap.

silverstone was not supposed to turned out the way it did. he wasn’t supposed to crash into a wall at 51gs, he wasn’t supposed to be taken to a hospital to make sure he was all right. he wasn’t supposed to be told that you didn’t pick up the calls because you didn’t care about him.

seeing the over fifty missed calls made your heart start racing. it was almost 2am in atlanta, which meant it was a decent time on the other side of the world. you dialed max’s number and put it on speaker, reading the texts you’d received as you waited for him to pick up. 

you had texts from friends asking how max was, how you were, but you didn’t understand why. you kept scrolling as you heard the monotone beeping. your heart raced inside your chest as you heard the voice telling you you’d reached his voicemail, you dialed again, waiting as you felt tears in your eyes whilst you read about the crash. 

“(y/n)?” you let out a deep breath in relief as you heard his voice.

“max!” you sighed, the tension in your shoulders easing, “max, i’m so sorry, i just read about the crash. i was busy all day. how are you? are you okay? i’m so sorry i couldn’t be there, i promise i’ll jump in a plane and-”

“i’m okay,” he cut off your rambling.

“is.. are you out of the hospital? what did they say?” you asked, running a hand through your hair.

“i’m okay,” he repeated. 

“what’s wrong?” you asked, frowning. the tone in his voice was enough clue, he wasn’t okay. he didn’t reply, but you could hear his breathing on the other side of the line. “max, what’s wrong?”

“why weren’t you answering?” he asked, his voice took you by surprise, he sounded angry.

“wh-what? max, i- i was busy on set all day. we just finished the film.”

“and you didn’t even get a five-minute break?” 

“i don’t- what are you trying to say?” you asked, you didn’t know where this was coming from.

“forget it,” he said, you shook your head even though he couldn’t see you.

“no. no, what do you mean by that? max, i am doing my job here, if i could’ve been there with you, i would’ve. i want to be with you, i stayed awake for almost twenty four hours so i could finish filming and get back to you.”

you were met by silence on the other end of the line, you sighed as you dropped on your couch.

“there were pictures, the other day,” he started, you remained quiet, “of you and…”

“oh my god,” you said, exasperated, “i went out to dinner with my cast mate,”

“i know. i know that. but they-” 

“they?” you asked, already knowing where this was going.

since the beginning of your relationship, you hadn’t been that well received by the red bull team principal and advisor, or by max's own father, they thought you were a distraction for their beloved driver. they knew they had a future world champion in their hands, and they sometimes forgot that he was a human, with feelings and desires and wants and needs, they wanted max to dedicate all his time to racing, not a girl. 

“when are you coming home?” his voice was small, you could hear the regret in his words, could practically see him crestfallen, lying on a hotel bed all alone.

“i’ll book the earliest flight to london. i can get someone to send over all my stuff.” you sighed, knowing this conversation was not finished. “are you okay, max?” you asked, now that you knew what was really troubling him, you knew he could be honest.

“i just need you,”

“i’ll be there.”

“i’m sorry,”

“i know.”

-

with a cap on your head, sunglasses covering your eyes, you arrived at max’s hotel. you skipped the front desk, going straight to the elevator and hitting the button for floor number nine. you stepped out and walked to the right door, knocking twice, once, and twice again. seconds later, you saw max’s face, in front of you, for the first time in months.

you forgot about literally everything else at that moment, every single thing that worried you was thrown out the window the moment you felt his hands on your waist, you threw your arms around his neck and pulled him down, closer to you until you had your face buried in the crook of his neck, you inhaled deeply, having missed his scent. you’d missed everything about him.

“i missed you so much,” you heard him, felt him pushing you closer to his front. you let him drag you inside the room, he turned you both so he had his back against the door, he pushed it and closed it, leaning against it for support. “i love you. i’m sorry.”

“i know. i know, i love you too.” you whispered, leaning back so you could look at him. even in the dim lights of the room, you could see a faint bruise on the side of his cheek. instinctively, you lifted your hand to touch it, your fingers met his skin gently, they tingled at the contact.

“now i- i think it’s better that you didn’t see the crash,”

“why?” you asked, stroking his cheek softly.

“you would’ve been so worried. i don’t like that you worry so much about me,”

“i have to.” you answered, shrugging your shoulder, “i’m so sorry i couldn’t be here,”

“no. no, don’t apologize.” he shook his head, you dropped your hand down to his shoulder, “you were right, you can’t always be here, and i’m happy that you have things to do, i’m happy that you have a job that you love, just like i do. i don’t want to take that from you, i don’t want you to stop doing what you love just because of me.”

“i would if you asked me,” you blurted out, you didn’t think it twice, they just came out.

“and i would, too, but the point is that i was out of line. i know how hard you’ve worked for your career, and i can’t take that away from you, i can’t be mad because i know how much you’ve done for me.”

“let’s just… forget about it, okay? i know that you are under a lot of pressure right now, and the worst thing is that it’s not coming from yourself. but you can’t let their words get to you, max. it’s not healthy, it’s not okay. they have no right to do this to you. you will have many more opportunities to win a championship, you know that.”

“i know,” he turns his head to the side, you saw a new bruise on the other side of his face. you leaned forward, your lips meeting the light purple mark on his face. 

“i’m sorry i couldn’t be there for you.”

“ no, no, don’t apologize. you’re here now, and that’s all that matters. that’s all i need.”

from that moment onwards, you never left max’s side on race weekends. all the side eyes you received from people that didn’t want you there were met by a tug on your hand from max, pulling you closer to him. you were happy again, nothing could ever ruin it.

-

having a child was something you’d never discussed. of course, you pictured a future with max, you loved him deeply and he loved you just the same. but you both were too focused on your careers, you were in your prime. young, talented, focused, hardworking.

a child wasn’t in your plans, at least, not at that moment. you’d tried to convince yourself that missing your period was just because you were overworking yourself. the tests could be wrong, there was a chance that you had a false positive. 

that’s what you told yourself to calm yourself down. you couldn’t freak out, but you couldn’t be pregnant.

it was not hard to guess when you could’ve gotten pregnant, from the moment you finished shooting you and max had not wasted a second in making up for the lost time. you were both insatiable, craving the other’s touch, the delirious rush you got when he touched you.

you heard a knock on the door, you swallowed a lump in your throat as you looked up.

“come in,” you said. there was no point in hiding it.

“hey, everything okay? you’ve been here a while,” max said, entering the bathroom and closing the door with his back, leaning his weight against it.

“yeah, i… um, here,” you extended your arm, handing him the test. it took him a few seconds to take it. 

“huh,” he said, walking next to you, he sat down and pressed his shoulder against yours.

“what now?” you asked, leaning your head on your shoulder, looking to the wall in front of you.

“i don’t know,” max said, his hand held yours, you laced your fingers through his, holding tightly. “but i’m with you every step of the way, okay?”

“okay,” you answered. 

-

after a lot of talk between you two, you agreed to keep the baby. maybe you weren’t ready yet, and you had a million reasons to wait until the time was right, but you couldn’t deny that the thought of a little mini max running around the apartment was an endearing one. after the first shock and doctor appointments, you let your mind wander. 

you found yourself rubbing your stomach whenever anything happened. whether it was happy, sad, scary, anything, your hand went there instinctively.

at first you’d managed to hide your stomach behind big sweaters, taking advantage of the cold weather. the pregnancy didn’t stop you from going with max to the races, you loved the quiet moments you got before he had to leave for each session, where you would lay on his massage table, and he’d lift your shirt up, exposing your stomach, and pepper it with kisses all over. the baby bump was barely there, barely noticeable, but the fact that you two knew there was a mini you or mini max in there was enough to drive him crazy. he’d talk to your future kid, explain everything he was about to do in the car, ask him or her to not give you much trouble or make you sick. 

your first reaction to the news might not have been the best, but everything changed the moment you started planning ahead, when you started looking at baby clothes and started buying furniture and decoration for the baby’s room, there was no going back from there. max was already in love with the little being that would one day become his son or daughter. 

the day he won the championship was one that you’d never forget, it was also the day he almost let it slip that you were pregnant. as soon as he jumped out of his car and made his way to you, he wrapped his arms around you and kissed you, his hands involuntarily going over your stomach. you grabbed them in yours, and placed them on your waist again, hoping the action wasn’t noticed by many people. 

the pregnancy slip-up became a revelation just a few days later. you were invited to the premiere of the new spider-man movie, and since no one other than the cast knew about your involvement in the project, plus your very known love for marvel movies, no one raised an eyebrow when they noticed your presence there. you received looks, though, when you posed on your side for pictures. the dress you wore accentuated your bump, made it obvious to anyone who looked your way.

the dress, plus max’s protective arm around your back, his hand over your stomach, that was a clear giveaway for anyone who looked your way.

after the movie premiere, came the fia prize giving gala. you’d dodged a bullet in the premiere, you hadn’t been asked to do any press, but now that all eyes were on max, you couldn’t escape the questions.

as always, he was very private about his personal life, but even with his usual serious and pulled back demeanor, he couldn’t stop gushing about you or the baby. you were approached by many people, congratulating both you and max for all your accomplishments, plus for your new role as parents. when it was time for him to step onto the stage to collect his trophy, you struggled to hold back tears.

“thank you to the fia, to the team, they’re the ones who made this possible. thank you to my family, and friends, for always having my back. thank you to my girlfriend, (y/n), this year was a really hard one for the two of us, but the thought that no matter how my day went, i’d go home and find you waiting for me with a smile on your face, that helped me more than you could ever imagine. to my future son or daughter, this is for you.”

-

the race in italy was one that you were waiting for. you hadn’t been able to join max for any previous races because, now that your role in ‘spiderman: no way home’ was public knowledge, you were now caught up in interviews and talks about possible future projects. you were almost about to pop, so you had to take advantage of all the free moments you had so you could travel with max wherever he went.

you were in your hotel room, really early on a friday morning, doing an interview through zoom.

“this past year was a pretty busy one for you, wasn’t it?” the interviewer asked, you smiled, nodding, “filmed a secret movie, you’re expecting a baby, your partner won a world championship,” she listed, your grin only grew as she continued, “what else can we expect from you this year?”

“well… i don’t know yet. i think i’ll take a little break while i get adjusted to this new role, probably the most challenging role i’ll ever have in my life,” you chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “but after that… who knows? i’m open for anything that life has in store for me,” you smiled.

“do you like my shirt?” you heard from your left. you glanced at max for one second, you’d told him you were doing an interview, he knew that.

“sorry, one second,” you turned off your microphone as you looked at him, “baby, i’m busy,”

“you didn’t answer,” he almost pouted, you could see him push his bottom lip out.

“love it,”

“is everything okay there, (y/n)? we can pause or-”

“no, i’m sorry, it’s just… got a little distracted,” you looked back to your screen, “sorry about that,”

“hello!” max said, running until he was standing next to you, leaning down so his face was next to yours, taking up half the space on the interviewer’s screen.

“um, hi! this is a nice surprise,” she chuckled, you put your arms on the desk and hid your face in them. 

“i am dating a child, as you can see,” you laughed.

“here, look at my shirt! it’s her!” max stood up, he was wearing one of the many shirts he’d bought when he found out you got the role. the t-shirt had a drawing of the character in her superhero outfit.

“that’s a lovely shirt! you two are a lovely couple, i’m sure you’ve heard that one before, but it’s true,” you smiled at her words, as max ran to the bed and came back with more shirts.

“i have more. i bought all of these when i found out she was playing spider-gwen. i’ve always loved spider-man, and i didn’t really know this character existed until a few years ago. she’s perfect for the role, isn’t she?” he rambled on, you just shook your head in disbelief as your cheeks started hurting.

“she is, played it perfectly,” the interviewer laughed, “well i’ll let you both go. it was lovely talking to you, good luck on your race, your movies, the baby, well… everything.” she laughed, you both smiled, you felt max's hand on your shoulder.

“thank you so much! have a nice day,” you said goodbye as max waved his hand from behind you. you exited the video conference, closing your laptop and slowly turning your torso around. you didn’t say anything, just stared through narrowed eyes at max’s shit-eating grin.

“you’re not dating me,” he pointed out.

“what?”

“you’re engaged to me, that’s different.” he helped you stand up, then took your engagement ring off from his pinky, sliding it back into your left hand. 

"fine then, i am engaged to a child," you poked his stomach with a finger, laughing as he doubled over. 

"that would be weird," he said, you laughed, running your fingers through his hair. "is she awake?" he asked, sliding his hand over your stomach.

it was like your daughter knew when her father wanted to talk to her. like she knew it was him just from the weight of his hand over your belly. 

"she is now," you looked down at your stomach, feeling as she started moving inside of you, "oof," you tugged lightly on max's hair when she kicked you close to your ribs, "not cool, baby," you tapped your stomach twice.

"let's be nice to mom, okay? i'm the one that has to deal with her when you make her mad," he leaned down and placed a kiss on your bump. you huffed, slapping his head lightly, earning a chuckle from him. "or keep doing it, she looks hot when she's mad," 

"max," you warned.

"it's the truth!"

[macabreblublu]

Ghost headcanons💀

Because I’m unoriginal and suffering in Literature class

Also this is my first time just sharing headcannons so please be nice-

- More of the quiet-angry type, rarely gets “loud, yelling-profanities-in-one-breath” kind of angry

- When something does cause him to be like that though (god have mercy on it), everyone just- doesn’t know how to react; whether it’s terrifying or just shocking

- Either way, Soap finds it hilarious but he doesn’t laugh about it publicly when it does happen. Maybe a snort or two slips out 

- When he gets quiet-angry, every poor soldier in the room swears they start shivering and are just unable to move

- Has crooked nails and very rough skin at the edge of his fingers, specifically the thumbs and index fingers (he picks them until they bleed whenever he’s alone in his room in the base and suffering from panic attacks) -projected my issues here *cOugh- 

More underneath cause I don’t wanna hog anyone’s dashes :”D

- Soap found out about this and gave him a pack of bandaids. But they’re all decorated with cartoons or patterns. Ghost still uses them anyway

- He’d be caught dead before anyone sees his bandaid-covered fingers because he always wears gloves. Except for Soap ofc, he has seen them and he has doodled on them before as a reward for actually taking his advice because yer fingers can git infected Ghost-

- Is the type to do silly things when he’s stuck somewhere deserted or is just lingering around a place like an empty museum or mall (thinking back to the time in Mission: Alone where he was waiting for Soap in the church) 

- Such as getting on a high place to sit his bored arse down and maybe even swing his legs back and forth to relieve his aching knees (this man looks so stiff whenever he sits down istg) 

- Or remembering a song in his head and tapping his feet to it, maybe even slightly dancing

- But he has to be completely alone. Surveys the whole area and makes sure there’s not a living soul within a 2 mile radius

- Not sure if he has a flat canonically but if he were to live in one, it’ll be the bare minimum. (I’d prolly live like him too cause simplicity ya know? Anyways-)

- I’m talking about two-roomed flat (not including the separate toilet) with one; a small store room just reeking from unknown junk in there and his bedroom with a single air mattress with a few duct tape patches by its sides due to his pocket knives falling out from his pockets and somehow unsheathing (trust me, it happened to me a bunch of times when I went camping) when he actually sleeps deeply or from under his pillow

- Only uses the kitchen to boil water and drink tea, he orders takeout. He’s a decent cook but he can be an excellent one if he had time to practice and actually put his mind to it

- Sleeps in low light, the light source being the street lamps outside his flat. Does not sleep in darkness, will have flashbacks to when he was buried with a corpse (yes I’m mixing the comics with this cause I thought that was a cool detail and angst potential)

- Random but, always wins during Uno games with TF 141. No one exactly knows how he guesses the next colour placed onto the middle stack or how he always has smth to put

I think that’s all for now, I had lots of fun coming up with these and I hope some of y’all will have fun reading it too! Lemme know if you guys want more HCs for Ghost or Soap! I’m still getting used to these characters so only Ghost and Soap are on my mind :”D maybe even Konig 

Also if you are curious about my works, I do art too! 

Reblogs are much appreciated :>>>

[pumpkinstrawbrew]

𝕐𝕠𝕦'𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜

𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕀'𝕝𝕝 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕪… ⋭

…

(so, where to begin? i guess from the simple fact, that i wanted to do smth fun with this clean-cut parallel. at first, i wanted to make some quick edits, but then, i decided what the heck. i might just re-draw it! *or sort of re-draw it anyways*

the shippy stuff is shippy, but really it was hard not to be all like *insert dicaprio pointing meme* when i was reading the venom comic, and flash just pulled a batman on me. beat jack up, n’ then instead of killing him, like he wanted to, he spared him. took him in his arms all gently-like n’ carried his sorry ass into the dawn. like man, it just hit the cords within me! i was all like oohhh, it's like in one of my most fav scarecrow issues! i wasn't expecting this from the comic, even less so from flash, who always had a bit of bipolar resolute, when it came to jack. 'he wanna kill him, he wanna kill him not'. that sort of thing. yet, this moment kind of shown, that he prob will always find a reason to talk himself out of putting him down.

that's aside, another part of why i love those stories, is that both issues felt personal. both, jon n’ jack had personal grudges, both batman and flash were struggling with personal darkness within them. both overcame it, n' literally had to beat up their personal walking-talking nightmare *flash even refers to jack as that later on*. like, it was pretty great, honestly. all that emotional baggage, uncanny kinships with their own twisted mirror, which resulted in them actually feeling sympathy for scarecrow n' jack. giving them a small speech, that they couldn’t hear *bc unconscious*, sort of implying that maybe ‘they’re not beyond help’. it's almost bitter-sweet. even if most people would argue, that both jon n’ jack are way-way too far gone at that point. even if 'solution' sounds too unrealistic to be true. still, if someone like batman believes in you, then maybe, just maybe there is a chance. n’ if someone like flash spares your life, even though, he’s nothing like bruce *he actually killed people before*, then perhaps, there is smth beyond projection, which made him do it. 

all 4 characters are very different, n’ thb the context in everyone’s motivations n’ struggles are very different too, but i love how bruce n’ flash came to the same conclusion. took the same route with their respective twinky ghoul. showing mercy is noble, n’ it’s pretty sweet tbh. one of my fav tropes in fiction is when the hero/protagonist shows kindness/empathy toward their villain *who in most cases doesn’t ‘deserve it*. that whole cop out thing about 'evil should be punished by death' in fiction really takes away the romantism n' bendiness of fiction as whole tbh. esp with heroes. they supposed to be able to do 'impossible', including 'forgive the unforgiving'. this is why i prob will always advocate for the ‘no kill’ rule for super-heroes. i mean, it makes you have moments like those. smth that is actually emotional n’ also shows the cracks in heroes themselves, bc usually they can only truly relate to their rogues, someone who is usually designed to be a warped up reflection of hero’s own weaknesses, struggles or traumas. n’ while i always see jack o’lantern as spiderman’s villain *he’s one of oldies, a classic villain after all*, i suppose, that this version of jack was tailored for flash’s venom specifically, n’ i *unexpectedly* i loved it. daddy's issues run deep in this one for both of them. meanwhile, bruce be out there lecturing jon's school bullies, after he nearly killed them. what a man lol.

now, the comic panels themselves. just for better visualisation.

i didn’t include the first bit in my lil art thingy above, but i love how not only the venom mirrors batman in actions, but also how they’re even facing opposite sides, playing around with nearly opposite color pallets in each fight too. caters to the mood, but also it just looks nice side by side tbh. the blue/black/grey for batman, and orange/dark brown/yellow for venom. a dark knight / soldier n' maskless halloween villain. this prob the only point, where they connect narratively n' thematically, but it's a major one.

anyho', i didn't had a hardcore goal to re-draw those scenes to a t, just make it recognizable for the most part. but it was fun! also gave me an execuse to stare at those comic panels some more.

as for the song, it popped out inside my head kinda randomly. but it fits them, i think. even the tune itself adds to it. somewhat sad n’ slow. but the meaning of it, not fully hopeless. at least, they will always have someone there for them. after all, guys like jon n’ jack will always come back, seeking ‘their hero’, hungry for punishment or other things. n’ for someone as crippled as bruce or flash, it might not be the worst thing, really. usually, the hero is stuck in the same miserable 'unchanging', unwinnable situation as their villains are. be it outside forces, fate or sickness, that keeps them bond. it's still better to try and make the best of it, right?)

[dykevanny]

haz i know absolutely nothign about zeno rpg but ur zeno au has intrigued me and im curious about it,,, i saw smth abt like. meomory loss and being handcuffed together and ik they eat ppl but thats it 😭 explain the au if u want ig bc im interested and i think thye look so silly. also bc u put vanny n will in my brain and they wont leave im shooing them with a boom and they are not moving

OK LET ME GET THE INFODUMP<3

So ummm Zeno au<3 I’m really normal. Allow me to give a brief explanation of what Zeno is first You see, Zeno is a fictional disease sort of thing that makes people cannibals. Specifically an oneset is caused by traumatic events/extreme cases of unrequited love(specifically mostly familial) and the only cure is eating the flesh of someone else with Zeno.(not widely known.) It’s also transmittable through biting like zombies. there’s one specific facility with scientists dedicated to getting to the bottom of how to cure zeno, also housing ‘patients’ (or, people with zeno being used as lab rats). Now onto character lore.

So william and henry were good friends right. Yeah. Considering that they even have a small diner together. Well one day will got zeno (oh no!) and started slowly picking off kids going to the diner. He even accidentally attacked Charlie, who escaped in one piece luckily. Charlie went to the afton household to see if he was doing okay (because will’s like an uncle to her and all! And also what if everyone else got hurt?) only to find will ate them all oops. And yeah same happened to her, but since he transmitted zeno to Charlie he was cured! How convenient! The people in charge of the labs ended up roping him and henry into being scientists for them through shady shady means and well the two aren’t on good terms and avoid each other like the plague. Henry’s still sore over the ‘you ate my fucking daughter’ thing. Luckily he has his assistant/the archivist (tape girl) to keep him company. So Vanessa right! Crazzy I know. Nessa as we know comes from a broken family. In this specific au I’m mixing her backstory with the character who’s place she’s taking (hi kuro) so basically her parents. Neglect her. In favor of her younger sibling because she was born from her mom’s affair and blablabla… she grows up basically taking care of herself. Eventually she develops zeno and starts you know. Killing and eating random girls as you do. When one night she comes home and is confronted by her parents about this!! And well you can guess. What happens to them lol. She gets captured and taken to the zeno facility where she’s specifically studied/talked to by William! They’re funny bc nessa hasn’t had anyone willingly spend so much time around her and be so nice to her. Will … well she’s a specimen to him lol. Since being cured himself zeno has been a subject of interest to him, he’s thrown himself completely into his work (under the guise of feeling soooo guilty for his actions which henry can see right through) and well. He’s realized the consumption of human flesh has something to do with it, since eating Charlie cured him. So he’s been …. Robbing the morgue/killing people when needed to feed vanessa every time they meet. Which, she’s more docile when she’s not hungry so it kind of works but she’s not like cured you know. It has the side affect of her being hungry when it’s time for someone to chat with her though which was funny the one time henry had to go in will’s stead cause he offered her a granola bar and she was like 😐 ew.?? Anyways will has gotten her total trust because he also plays board games with her yay!! He’s the only one not enforcing the whole straightjacket-dog muzzle combo also so she’s like woah !! He sees me as another human unlike these other guys :DD (needless to say zeno patients are not treated very humanely.lol) there was also one time tape girl had to be a substitute for william but nothing of note happened they just kinda chilled and ness threatened her in a backhanded and mildly gay sort of way.as you do.

Anyway yeah so basically Henry’s been experimenting with treatment through amnesia and totally surely unrelated note at the actual start of the story, Will and Nessa wake up in a strange room with no clue who they are or how they got here, and have to navigate the now bloody and corpse-strewn facility while handcuffed together with nothing to guide them except each other and the only clue to their pasts is tampered resumes which effectively switch their backstories!! Nessa is under the impression that she’s the scientist (the whole cannibalism part was left out) and she thinks William is the serial murderer/cannibal. Which was funny cause she read her own resume like wow… I’m kind of a big deal huh :) and then read Will’s like ERM.OKAY… Will didn’t read either of the resumes. Also tape girl gave everyone code names and said code names were swapped on the resumes also! So ‘bonnie’(nessa) and ‘vanny’(will) are just kind of cluelessly walking around like damn this place is really… corpsey:) until henry starts showing up and trying to kill them (he contracted zeno big surprise) and also tape girl (assumed dead) shows up sometimes just to see how things are going. Lots of shenanigans and also murder ensue.

The game also has multiple endings so. sometimes nessa ends up killing william lol. Intestine jumprope…. … ……… Also side note.will found out it’s specifically zeno infected humans that need to be fed to patients to cure them but kinda. Didn’t cure nessa on purpose<3 because she’s sort of entirely dependent on him in this way and she’s kind of his only friend.the same way he’s her only friend……wacky wild!

Tape girl is having a fucking.day. Because henry mentioned he was going to do something but likeee. She didn’t expect to be caught in the crossfires of a HUGE MASS MURDER CANNIBAL EVENT.AS LIKE ONE OF THE 4 PEOPLE STILL ALIVE IN HERE,.. once he chilled out henry explained himself and she agreed to help out (she also decided to distribute some of her recorded notes.just for fun…after the two get separated for the first time ‘vanny’ listens to them and is like woah… i was a patient here⁉️ And bon was my unethical doctor⁉️⁉️ which is funny) but like. She is the only one NOT infected in here and would like to keep it that way so she’s having quite the time. Seeing vanessa walking around unrestrained keeps jumpscaring her LOL. Once ness’s zeno symptoms start returning well ofc will as the only one she’d encountered here who she cares about is the first target but tape girl nearly gets chomped too lol.

Zeno has an interesting affect on the subjects mood which is funny. Basically when an oneset happens and the person with zeno is running around eating people they’re in a crazed manic state which. Is really fun.will and nessa are wandering around handcufffed and he’s like uhh bonnie you okay cause her facial expressions.well they went from the example on the left to the one on the right.

It’s funny bc. The memory erasure actually technically did work… her symptoms only started returning bc she got bit LOL

Pre-the amnesia incident the other three’s interactions with vanessa were pretty.limited. Considering she’s theeee most dangerous patient. Will talks to her for like an hour daily but Henry only really knows her as ‘william’s mutt’ (he was especially not a fan when he found out will had been FEEDING HER HUMAN FLESH.) and tape girl is afraid of her but also. Kind of endeared from their two in person interactions. The second one in which vanessa tried to convince her to let her cannibalize her but hey she was very polite about it..!! Henry and tape girl are both shocked and stunned that she’s actually pretty chill when she’s not insane and eating people.

TL;DR

^these fuckheads are almost all cannibals and beating each other up forever

[dmicld]

do you have any dmcl fic/author recommendations? :o

YES! this is not comprehensive AT ALL. also i’m only including completed fics bc i know some people don’t like to read wips, and also i’m trying to keep this on the hidden gems side, so stuff you won’t find on the first few pages by kudos/bookmarks. dmcl has so many good deep cuts!!

absolutely favorite beloveds:

ghosting by antimonicacid: really fantastic character study for claude and dimitri. honestly has one of my favorite pre ts dimitris in a fic bar none maybe. this has very quintessential dmcl energy bc theyre so… gentle w each other in this fic? idk i love it. great dedue cameo

the last chapter is explicit but not… necessary for resolution so if it’s not you’re thing you can not read that part.

the ground all around, it was always holy by themorninglark: really beautiful pre ts dimitri character study from claude’s perspective. the writing in this fic is stunning, and the development of their relationship is so compelling and wonderful. this one sort of breaks my heart but it’s not sad the writing just kind of makes me ache a bit.

dreams, they’re for those who sleep by longboyzone: really intimate moment near the end of white clouds that really captured me. i’ve reread this one a lot and i think abt it. also features gentle dmcl. would recommend the other two one shots by this author as well. they’re all really good

celestially written by aetherae: this fic is so good to me i’m obsessed with it? the whole series actually. it just hits so many dmcl buttons for me but basically it’s a joint route vw/am fic where claude takes the hit for dimitri after gronder rather than rodrigue. except like instead of being abt any of that it’s like 13k of people gossiping abt when dmcl is actually gonna get together and it’s. so. good. the outsider pov dmcl in this one just hits idk what else to say. they also have a bunch of other dmcl fics i’ve read that are really good but they’ve written like 30+ fe fics so i’d say just check their profile out!

lion in the mist by trilies: this fic has really stuck so me since i first read it probably because it’s so unique? this has claude (+ the deer) coming across dimitri midskip while traveling to fraldarius. i really love how both dimitri and claude are handled in this fic, idk you can tell the author is handling them both deliberately and with care? and the atmosphere this fic creates is really fantastic. they also are rather prolific so i’d check out their page as well. bc they have so much good dmcl

wear your colours by metallic_sweet: okay i said i wouldn’t do anything you could find on the first few pages of the ao3 tag but this was my first joint route fic and it lives in my heart for a lot of reasons. honest to god some of the best fe3h world building i’ve read in a fic like fodlan feels like a place here that contains 3 nations with distinct cultures. also this fic really takes seriously how dark the world of fodlan truly is without making dmcl ‘darker’ than they are as well? it’s a delicate balance and they do it fantastically. has an unfinished sequel (also worth reading—the whole series is, but dmcl isn’t the focus of every fic) that breaks my heart every day.

other dearly adored:

these are all also SO good but i couldn’t keep writing paragraphs

sweater weather by midoriverte: dmcl pre ts winters shenanigans. also their other dmcl fic is really good.

wound care by whoreromovie: a little bit of claude patching dimitri up for the soul. very soft and sweet between them

giving hands by asoryuun: SYLDUE RIGHTS!! and outsider pov dmcl my beloved. high recommend this one is fun

comfort of frailties (orphaned): DMCL SNEAKING OUT !! love this one it’s just… so sweet. so so sweet. and it has art that goes with it!!

the sweetest lullaby by aetherae: i know i recced smth else by them but i had to include this too. god i want dimitri to get some fucking sleep

whatever possessed you by fealle: pre ts dimitri and claude evasion ring character study get together. you love to see it.

if you do NOT mind wips then my recs are:

princes of silver and gold: the fantastic joint route time travel fic by @travelling-on-the-octopath. this fic my beloved <3 s has an insane handle on dialogue and scene pacing, and some stunning writing. check it out!!!

golden dawn: golden route that starts out at the prologue and completely reworks pre ts. i love the dmcl in this fic they’re so good. also has edeIeth if that’s something you do or do not enjoy, AND mind the chapter warnings if you have triggers

to this vow, i hold fast: this is a post azure moon arranged marriage fic and i adore it. probably everything abt it? there’s a lot of platonic affection in this fic which is really my jam in particular but i love how well dmcl is developed and how the extended cast is incorporated

[beaulesbian]

Ok,I just saw your post about Dustin's shirt and I have some thoughts.Maybe I'm just bullshitting but I have to expose my theory,we see that Will (in the shirt) is on the back and Mike is on the front so maybe it represents that Will will be fighting in the Upside Down while Mike serves as a distraction or smth in Hawkins.The dragon might be the mind flyer,and the castle might be the Creel House but idk,it just reminds me of it. We already theorized that Will will be one of the main characters in ST and since the final battle will be against Vecna and in general the Upside down it would make sense if Will kicked his ass,helped by Mike,it would be a great conclusion for his arch.

thanks for the ask ♥♥

I was thinking that too. because the shirt shows few people on the “front” side, and then only the mage, beside the dragon, is on the “other” side. it could be symbolic for the upside down.

the way the fire also connects from the sword of the person on the horse to the dragon’s fire on the back of the shirt - it would make sense they’re basically fighting it from both sides at the same time.

but i was also thinking how we see this shirt on Dustin around the beginning of season 4, where the party is split, and then Mike travels to visit Will and El.

but later in the season we see Will’s painting, and the party fights the dragon together. actually, as Will said - Mike is leading the way.

even if Mike is the heart only for Will (tho i believe his words are true, that Mike does actually holds the party together, once he realizes some stuff and he becomes his old s1- s2 self where he was ready to defend all his friends and be there for them), in Will’s point of view he holds the party together.

and now by the end of s4 they’re all back together in Hawkins.

it could mean a change from the Dustin’s shirt to the painting that they will actually fight it together. and yes, there might be something about fighting it from the upside down, but i believe that they will still try to stick together.

at least Mike and Will for sure.

I’m definitely thinking there will be some big moments for Will (and the antagonist.. i have some theories but im saving them for later). something about this look..

and then Mike as he’s paralleled to Hopper during the show, there might be a chance he’s gonna get that flaming sword as is depicted on the Dustin’s shirt, and which Hopper had in s4

and Mike being focus in s5 once again too. (post about the sword here, and nat20 here)

Interesting idea about the castle being the Creel house.

i haven’t thought about that, because as soon as i heard castle, i thought Castle Byers (maybe as a clue we might see it in s5 - after all it was left unsaid what happened to it after the byler s3 fight..)

but Creel house could be a possibility too, because it might be essential of getting into upside down or finding more clues how Will is connected to the upside down and to Vecna.

[somewhereinthepines]

have any outlook on theory about a devil possessed hector munday? 🤔

if we are speaking in a strict canon outline of the game, i’d say, that it’s possible. mostly, bc we literally saw du’met breaking his neck, and then just getting up, like nothing happened. later on, we saw him getting impaled by the hook & supposedly getting shredded to pieces, but he clearly survived this too lol. 

it’s pretty normal thing to find all these instances odd, bc while the final ‘death’ is kinda a typical slasher movie cliche, the broken neck bit was less so, since it literally looked like a few of du’met’s bones twisted into wrong angles upon the fall. then, it was also established, that hector staged his own death, but for all, that we knew, he might have actually died, since the curator has his name crossed out. and then, mmm. speaking of the curator, he was frustrated with the fact, that du’met didn’t die, and we saw smth trying to get into the room right after that. all hissy and threatening. as if clawing to get in, and do smth to the curator, perhaps? like whatever it was, the thing clearly isn’t his biggest fan, haha. 

then, there is a part, where du’met pretty often looks like he’s not all there. in most scenes, he posses that somewhat non-present, dazed look inside his eyes. and interestingly enough, he rarely even looks at his victims, unless it’s the moment of their very death. the only person, who he always stared directly at was charlie lol. it could have been intentional, but could have been not, since well, there is a plenty of uncanny moments, when the characters supposed to look at one another, but it seems like they’re staring into the wall instead lol. i mean, making games with realistic features is hard, no doubt. so part of it can be more connecting with technical issues, than anything else. still, i do love to reflect on it as a possible ‘clue’. 

and i’ve talked about it before, but while there were clear (for my brain at least) parallels between john & dar’s roles in their companions narrative ( andrew / salim), it’s almost the same here with charlie & du’met. but this time, du’met can influence how the rest of the crew would see charlie. he can manipulate them, which would lead to charlie’s death, if they’d choose to abandon him. with john and dar it was the opposite, as the ones, who were driven to a murder (due to their words) were andrew & salim. but i honestly think, that it’s mostly bc charlie is incapable of killing, haha. he just won’t do it. either way, the point here is that du’met’s character model is already known for being a ‘misleading companion’. a caretaker/side-kick, that as helpful as they’re deadly, if you’ll listen to everything that they say. du’met is neither of those things canonically wise, but just like john / dar, he’s is the one, who startkicks everything, and who has a power to shape the narrative (to an extent). and he’s the one, who just like john, who lead andrew (anthony) away from the bus/cops, just like dar, who dragged salim into the temple…just like them, du’met whisks charlie away from the safety, plunging him into a nightmare. *hums* when you look at it, he’s role was oddly specific time after time, no? as well as the fact that there is always a boy-toy, who he sort of pulls along i’ve joked to my bestie, that they will totally make john’s character model the ‘devil’ in the next game, and what do you know? this role fits him like a glove. 

but welp, since we as the players are shown as entities of some sort, almost like the curator himself, who said that there can’t be a third party? perhaps someone or smth, that just like us, who at times control the characters, there can’t be another force, that controls say, the antagonists/murders/threats? in the man of meh — ah, sorry, medan, you have pirates, who are driven insane by the gas. who is erratic and chases you no matter what. in LH, you have the ‘actual’ demons, and macabre themes. you even have a demon-looking creature in the opening scene. in hofa, you have alien parasites, who puppet bodies of the dead like a meat doll. and they even have a lil horns and everything, haha. but in tdim, it’s even more on the nose, almost. bc du’met will go after the characters, no matter what. he will chase them down with an odd level of seemingly mindless determination. like he has to do it. 

now, the first time, when we see john’s character model, he’s the victim, and then the main character. afterwards, we ‘met’ dar, who’s technically an antagonist, but also a compadre in one go (if playing as salim). he’s out of our control tho. he just does his own war dog things, haha. and finally, there is du’met, who might be controlled, just not by us lol. well, in terms of this theory, at least. 

i must say, i love this 4th wall breaking kind of ‘deeper plot’ tbh. like in the undertale for example. it’s so creepy and disturbing, once you think about it. esp from the point of view, of a person, who is being controlled and actually aware of it. like damn. everything will be absolutely meaningless, the second you realize smth like this. and if you picture, that the curator can only influence this much, and has to watch us do cruel things on purpose (depending on how you play), and then also see, that maybe someone else wants to play with us too now…knowing, how that someone might construct these tales for us, bc they’re just as bored as we are, and wants entertainment….it’s pretty dark concept, haha. esp bc we have a chance to be just as awful as whatever, that other force might be. everyone, even the curator, the death itself is powerless to stop our cruel hand. 

i think, it is possible, that there could have been some kind of possession in tdim, but there also might be smth else. personally, i like this theory, but just as that, a theory. it’s very unlikely for me to do smth with it, creative wise, haha. at least, not in a term of a literal ‘the devil made him do it’. 

i have more ship based theories too, but i won’t put it past the creators to sort of shove a possibility of ‘deeper’ conection between all the dark pictures. either way, it’s fun to think about. 

[empty-tunacan]

LIST OF IMPORTANT JRWI MOMENTS!!!!!! para mi amor @transmasctwilightsparkle

(This only includes majorly important moments that either reveal something significant about a character or have a huge long lasting impact / implication on the story. This will not include things like where beloved but not super important npcs originally came from or things like that sorry.. I can make another post 4 more silly but often brought up moments ^_^)

Episode 8: A Hero’s Burden (18:23 to 29:39 & 40:08 to 45:18). This episode goes into detail about Niklaus Hendricks, a major antagonist of the campaign

Episode 15: The Chip On My Shoulder ( start at 25:29) This episode provides inside on gillions early mindset when he was more accustomed to undersea ideas.

Episode 32: Breaking the Ice (start at 35:24) shows a little bit about important character Captain Lizzie & more importantly speaks about the war & also pirate lord info

Episodes 50-53 are all pretty important but specifically episode 53: Not Ferin Well (5:24 to 48:35. If you truly want to skip combat even if it has dialogue then after 15:47 skip to 48:35) This episode provides huge lore for Jay & her interactions with her Father who is a navy officer!!! It also brings up Drey, an important NPC.

Episode 56: Mystery and Misery (1:08:20) Another scene with Niklaus!!

Episode 57: The Hull of The World (1:42:02) Reuniting Gillion with his sister!

Episode 58: The Tides Between us (1:47:01.. might be missing stuff so if u wanna he safe go to 1:40:00) More edyn n gillion shit

Episode 60: Price is Right (00:00 to 27:35 then 49:59 to end) Information on Price, a villain specific to Chips backstory

Episode 71: Two Sides of the Same Coin.. this one is some gillion lore but I straight up don’t have fucking time to look through the shit.. if u wanna watch it then watch it 😭

Episode 75: A Sticky Situation (1:20:00), Episode 77: Strung Along (1:40:00), Episode 79: Regrets and Reflection (1:27:15), Episode 81: All Falls Apart (1:02:08) A look into gillions past & also current mindset (+ some Chip sadness & some Niklaus lore in ep 81)

Episode 83: All Hands on Deck (1:45:00) Introduction to Finn..

Episode 97: At What Cost.. PLEASE watch the entire thing I MEAN IT!!! Do not read the comments do not look for spoilers for this episode I am so serious.. just watch the entire thing please.

I am actually going to reccomend u listen to all of the episodes after 97 in full partially because I’m getting tired & people stopped putting time stamps for these episodes a WHILE ago and partially because ermm.. they’re fucking good and important!!!

Most of all though I recommend u listen to all of jrwi in general!!! If u rlly want u can skip the Schlatt episode bexause I literally dont think that shit is important in ANY capacity.. like most episodes at least have a SMIDGE of smth plot or character relevant but I don’t think that one does.. it’s just Duke d dukem Duke of duke.. or whatever

Also here’s some other little stuff that is lore relevant.. there’s more stuff than this like the books they found throughout ep 75 to 80 but I couldn’t find shit for it I’m sorry.. m sleepy and also it’s not easy to scan through 2 hour eps for only the important shit 😭

ALSO ALSO WATCHING THE FUCKING PREQUEL CAMPAIGN IF U WANNA KNOW WHAT DEFINED CHIPS CHILDHOOD & ALSO TRAUMA (partly) OR WANT TO KNOW WHAT THEY ARE CURRENTLY GEARING TOWARDS IN DIRECTION FOR THE CAMPAIGN FOR OR IF U LIKE BACKGROUND LORE OR IF U WANT TO SEE MORE OF WHO THESE FINN ARLIN & DREY PPL ARE / WERE!!!!

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VIOLENCE AND BLOOD AND MAKING EVERYBODY MAD. 1, 19, and 25 >:)

SAE 0W-20. Oh oops. Wrote this in notes app so. Here, have my car’s motor oil flavor

Anyway I think I’ll do ace attorney bc that’s the one I’ve been Most aware of its fandom

1 — character everyone gets wrong

There are several,,, but the ones that peeve me the most are Maya and Franziska

Maya’s often flattened into memester burger queen comedic relief who dispenses Romantic advice to make nrmt happen. It’s such a waste when she’s got So much happening and is pretty damn smart

Similarly, Franziska is sidelined even More and is reduced to Angry Meanie and also a prop to encourage nrmt. I find that the average franziska portrayal is really one-note and is just like “Haha she says fool and whips people” which sucks bc again she has So much unexplored complexity in the games And in fandom that people wouldn’t hesitate to explore if she were a male character instead

And also these tend to combine into really boring franmaya just to make sunshine/grump happen. Or again, they’re off to the side or used only as a vehicle for nrmt development.

Or like… I’ve seen ppl think Maya was head over heels for Franziska from Day One like. No??? Wtf? I think Maya had More Important Things on her mind than like. “Ooh that person prosecuting me is kinda hot👀”

I can’t even elaborate Too much bc I’d be here all day but. Also criminally misportrayed is Phoenix. He is not uwu sunshine bleeding heart heart on his sleeve. And neither is Ryuunosuke.

Ok one more salt. Temenos OctopathTraveler2 wasn’t Madly In Love with Crick. Also he is Not as horny/flirty as many are portraying him as…. He outright said staves don’t need sheaths smh my head

19 — smth I’m mad/ashamed I actually kinda like

My lawyer says I don’t have to answer this question

(jk)

Idk if Shame/anger is the word for it. But I want to study kristoph under a microscope and also purposefully zoom in too far so that he gets crushed when the long magnifier breaks the slide glass

It’s more like… I don’t want to be associated w people who like genuinely think he was just misunderstood 🥺 uwuuu he was in WUV, he had a bad childhood. or the opposite, with ppl who go a lot darker in their interpretation bc that’s just not smth I want to think about

Cuz like. Obviously this guy fucking sucks and I hate him but also he’s sooooo pathetic that it’s funny

And also I think it’s interesting to think about like, what being friends (or “friends”) with someone like that for Seven Years does to Phoenix. Bc I lov putting that man through the wringer ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

25 — common fandom complaint sick of hearing

Any apologism and vehement defense of shitty male characters lol

Godot’s shitty condescending misogynistic remark at franziska wasn’t a mistranslation. He calls her a shrew/unruly woman, basically says “that’s enough princess, it’s adult time” (notably using “-Chan”, where Phoenix calls her Von Karma Kenji [“prosecutor von karma”]). This line was translated to “But you can go now, princess. It's time for the big boys to take the reins.” So like…. Where’s the misinterpretation 🤨

And also he says “I don’t like talkative women”. There might be more nuance there that google translate can’t capture but like. That’s Still a sexist thing to say.

Just admit ur horny for godot and don’t care about women

Mvk doesn’t have lead poisoning; he’s an emotionally abusive parent and shitty person. Like u don’t even have to squint at the games to come to that conclusion. Kin memories and brainless analysis won’t disprove that. Sometimes abusers can even do nice things or genuinely love someone, but that doesn’t mean they’re not abusive

Barok van Zieks doesn’t have a Redemption arc from his Constant Indefensible Racism. You clowns are just horny and have bad taste.

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I’m avoiding doing my homework so imma talk about my “Where There’s a Wand, There’s a Way” OCs.

Emerys Gardener wants it all but hates how nothing comes as easy to her as it has to her the rest of her family and everyone else around her. This makes her selfish and self centered because the only person she felt understood her was herself. Bc of this, she didn’t grow up caring for people other than herself. This is smth Meren tries to fix because that’s his who thing—caring and helping out other people. It’s an uphill battle for sure, but Emerys will recognize there is happiness in altruism.

Meren Magi will help anyone with anything, even if it’s self-destructive. While the kindest soul you’ll ever meet, he will most likely let people walk over him for the greater cause. This is the only true thing Slaire hates about him—Slaire hates how Meren doesn’t value his own self worth. Slaire also hates how Meren lets Emerys use him considering their history. Slowly but surely, everyone helps Meren realize that he’s allowed to say “no” and let others fight the battle.

Onyx Rockywell is literally my favorite character ever bc she’s so cute and adorable and honestly just so honest and real. However honest she may be, she does tend to be on the quiet side. That’s why Emerys ends up talking her head off—Onyx always gave her the space to talk even if she wasn’t listening. Whenever she finds Meren sad and quiet (unlike his usual cheery and talkative self), she tries to fill the silence with her own feelings, even if they’re not relevant.

Slaire Dragomir was never as temperamental before he realized his relationship with Emerys was always one sided. He started to hate himself a lot bc of what he did for Emerys and bc what he believed in were all just lies. Meren does his best to heal this part of Slaire and allows Slaire the space to love himself and be happy. Slaire still feels like he doesn’t deserve to have what he has, but those thoughts can be forgotten with a swift kiss from the boy he loves most.

Kitty Tsukai trusts absolutely no one. That’s why Meren is such an enigma to her. She had a poor upbringing and is only at Acahama bc of a scholarship based on her backgrounds and her two magic abilities. Now this boy comes out of nowhere and gets into Acahama just because he’s connected to the richest family in Solas. However, he doesn’t act like the other rich kids or those whose livelihoods are secured. Kitty finds herself drawn to Meren because of his selflessness and his immediate willingness to help others even if it’s dubious. While Kitty teaches Meren to stay on his toes, she also learns that not everything sucks.

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are there any rules for making requests? like what you will and won't write about, how many characters we can ask about, if asking for more characters affects how much you write, characters you will and won't write for, any preferences for readers you'll write about like male or female, dom or sub, etc? stuff like that. feel free to include anything you want. sorry for all the questions, just want to be sure before sending anything and there wasn't any rules linked on your pinned post. thanks!

AAAAHH THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS, IM USING THIS AS THE BASIS FOR MY RULES PAGE WHEN I FINALLY MAKE IT.

(fr though i have wild and sporadic writing bouts, think like once a month i MIGHT be up for organizing my blog 😞)

but YEAH. okay so going down your list;

i write for anything that isn’t scat/vomit, incest and variances, or anything involving underage/animals. hard kink limits for me are shit like cheating and the like. other than that it’s pretty much a free for all

imma go ahead and say the limit would be 5-7 if it’s a hc style post (‘who eats ass’ for example) and 2-3 if it’s like a poly thing (like law, luffy, and kidd all liking one chick ig). literally anything influences my writing style and i bounce from one idea to the next at lighting speed so the more precise a request, the better i’ll be at understanding where i need to go with it!

i feel i pretty much can find damn near any character attractive coming from someone who thinks Charlie and Alan from Smiling Friends are hot as shit. my main focal points will always be anime since…idk they’re easy to write for lmao. my biggest eye-catchers are One Piece, JJK, MHA, Haikyuu (timeskip only cause yeah), AOT, Dorohedoro (my underrated love), and One Punch Man(GOD PLEASE ASK FOR OPM 🙏) but feel free to request anyone and if they tickle my fancy i’ll write a little smth smth <3

i’m honestly more of a verse irl and i flip a LOT in my writing. one smut blurb is reader chiking the shit out of a guy and the next is them whining and crying while they get spanked, it’s all up to the audience and how i particularly feel at that moment!

i’m an afab fat reader blog, gender is more loose as i’m fine writing for both masculine and non-binary presenting readers as well, but i feel weird writing for a body type/genitalia that i don’t possess. the same goes for other specifics like black or poc readers, disabled or autistic readers, and readers with very specific niches like ‘lolita’ or smth. i try to keep all physical markers neutral as i am pasty as SHIT (never refrencing skin tone or hair texture, using ‘feeling hot in the face’ over ‘blushing’, stuff like that so anyone can read) and i stick pretty heavily to using fat/plus size descriptors. that being said, unless the request is specifically for a fat reader or i specify it as a plot point, the reader’s weight will NEVER be a focal point and anyone can imprint on them as they’d like.

also, i tend to forget very quickly and get side tracked a lot, so PLEASE LLEASE PLEASE do not feel afraid to check in and be like ‘yo girl get on my shit’ trust me i’ll understand!!

also, the more i like your request, the more ill write, i literally spent like 7 hours STRAIGHT on a sir croc smut once all from Nasty’s ear worms she gave me<3

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gonna ramble a lil bit abt loz au stuff so uhhhh

okokokokok. i cant go tooooo indepth abt bellum atm (iykyk) but im gonna. talk abt linebeck stuff specifically within au stuff bc hes fun to play with in aus esp since i hold the belief that he would be a bit different in aus on account of them tending to be very drastically different from canon. ofc the au set in space with hi tech and space travel and his backstory being that [REDACTED]. dw abt the space au idk if ill even get around to spilling the beans on that one any time soon lmao

like ok i have a whole bunch of aus and linebeck teeeends to play a major role in a lot of those aus bc Of Course and bc i think hes interesting

anyways heres the list of aus (took me ages to find this in my archive) but like. it is fun to experiment and be like ok how would this character act in work in x setting with y circumstances and z goals. theres a lil bit of nudging/shoving out of character w/ linebeck in some of these that im trying to wrangle back under control while keeping the story intact while some are fine cuz its like. vastly difference circumstances understandable. gotta keep some staples the same tho

like… without spoiling too much about any of these, crimson king au linebeck is like… hes similar to canon personality wise, if a bit more ruthless, while space au linebeck is just. Out There with some of that same greed and jumpiness, gimmick au linebeck is very much the same but with loftier ambitions and more of a willingness to risk getting hurt for something, in the modern au(s) hes going to be a bit different due to. well. technology going through full schooling meeting different people.

a lot of the fun differences are best expressed through how he fights or what kinds of conflicts he comes into contact with, and i usually try to think to myself how canon linebeck might prefer to fight and then somewhat sticking to that idea while branching out to fit circumstances and setting. crimson king au has him using a pair of knives and fighting in a style that keeps him dodging and moving quickly and aiming to dispatch as quickly as possible. space au linebeck is first and foremost a sniper, with some ‘fights like a cornered animal’ flavoring tossed in. gimmick au linebeck has to learn to fight, but fights dirty and takes every advantage and cheat he can find.

its fun to tinker with his relationships with returning characters too. i have a lot of wiggle room with his relationship with bellum, but i always like to root it in the idea that bellum finds him interesting and ends up being some form of beneficiary due to circumstances. it’s interesting with link, too, they’re usually close or grow to be close, kind of sticking with the idea that they make a good team, in the crimson king au theyre adoptive brothers, in space au theres a sort of (one-sided) rivalry going on, gimmick au is uh… complicated so its fun, in a few aus like the modern or… one of the ruined hyrules they only know each other in passing, and in some theyve never met before. other characters that are fun to play with are zelda, ranging from being enemies to close friends, ganondorf, extremes being an au literally centered around ganonbeck and then an au where they are enemies in a sense, midna is fun to play with, so is ghirahim, it’s fun to see how his relationship with other characters can be taken in different aus

the different designs are also a lot of fun, but theres not a ton i can say here (some aus hes pretty much the same as canon, but a few have him with alternate designs, or both. his space au design is prob my favorite lol. that au is fun)

a few times i have to forcibly put him in a background spot or smth so i cant constantly focus on him while hes still important (murder mystery au is a good example, hes important but not generally to the larger plot, hes kinda just a character who ends up somewhat helping in investigation, other examples being the amnesia link au where hes [REDACTED] and therefore not present for like. half of the story, or the gimmick au, where he has his own stuff to do apart from link and co, or the general modern one, where that one is generally meant to have a larger cast so i. just cant focus on him lol)

au stuff is fun with linebeck i get to put him into highly varied and highly specific Situations

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Here are the answers for question 3 of the form! I will be sharing responses for all the open questions in separate posts:) lemme know if you wanna be tagged for them!

Tell me about the first whump story you ever created (if you haven't written/drawn anything, tell me about the first whump story you read!)

Content: Pregnancy, non-con drugging, presumed dead, werewolves, hybrids.

i didn’t even know about whump at this point, but i wrote a book on WATTPAD about an old circus that burned down and how this guy and his dad were the only escapees. they worked at the circus. he comes back with his dad YEARS later. they then find out a lot of the people are still alive, but they were stuck there. i don’t remember why. the old ringmaster was the same age as the main character. his name was grey, the ringmaster was named Vivian, there was another guy named Everest. I don’t remember why Everest was there, but he was like a second main character. probably comedic relief. anyway, it burnt down when the three of them were 16. Yes. Vivian did own a 70+ year old circus at the age of 16. Her grandpa died, put her in the will when she was TEN, and she got it. she made it better than six years later almost everyone “died”. Anyway, Grey comes back looking for his older sister’s books. She had been pregnant with twins at only 18, baby daddy had left her, it was a whole thing. Anyway, she did journaling and was planning to commit after giving birth. i don’t remember why. she is dead, her twins, WHO SHE WAS ONLY FIVE MONTHS PREGNANT WITH somehow survived. My ten year old brain didn’t work. Essentially, Tommy and Mila are his niece and nephew. They’re also bunny hybrids, if i remember, and Everest was a werewolf. idk man. anyway, mila runs off to be with “the master of circles” no one knows who it is, so Everest and Grey go looking for them. They find Vivian, who had gone insane, and was using Mila to test her shots on. It was some obedience serum or smth, i dunno. anyway, mila is “consenting” (she’s underage and drugged so it doesn’t count) to these tests. She realizes she was found out, SO SHE BURNS DOWN THE VILLAGE HER EX-EMPLOYEES WERE LIVING IN. Anyway, i don’t remember what happens, but i do know that Grey uses the obedience serum on Vivian, they smash, and at some point way later they fall in love. Vivian is, less insane at that point. Also, i think Grey was consistently drugging Vivian so that she would stay in the relationship and would be obedient to him, which everyone was just okay with??? idk, 10 year old me was fucked up, man. It’s off wattpad now though.

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Content: Psychic whumpee, reformed villain, minor public whump.

(It's still in my wips lol it's been sitting there for years) Basically, whumpee has psychic powers and is dealing with severe social anxiety. He's a reformed villain who went to MC's side after caretaker and MC talked him out of the evil organisation (where whumper was his superior). So the whumpee is trying to get to work, where caretaker is his new boss, and he's waiting for the train. Suddenly a voice from the speakers say that the train won't be able to pass because of technical problems. Whumpee realizes he won't be able to get to work, he'll disappoint caretaker who has work for him, and he's currently surrounded by an angry mob. His psychic powers get out of control and he starts levitating unconsciously. The angry mob starts to see him and of course they start to yell atrocities (psychic powers aren't common or well seen in this universe) and throw rocks at him. He's forced to run away and hides in a dark alley, sobbing and full of little cuts and bruises. Caretaker calls him to make sure he's ok and to ask why he isn't there yet. Whumpee tries to reassure caretaker that he's ok, but caretaker can hear the panic and the sobs, and so caretaker closes the shop and goes to find him. (I haven't finished writing past that so... yeah that's it. It's a bit clumsy since this is my first fanfiction and whump work but yeah that's that i guess)

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Content: Self-sacrifice, torture, captivity.

One of my first major WIPs was intended to be a PG-at-most fantasy a la some recent popular cartoons. However, I ended up giving the preteen protagonist an older sister who bore much closer witness to the generic fantasy tragedy that resulted in said protag being separated at birth from their magical family (you know the drill), and she got the brunt of my budding interest in whump...in many scenarios, she'd be protecting her girlfriend or the young protag and her group, but more in a whumpee sort of way than the caretaker role most stories I'd seen would shove people like her into, perhaps striking a deal for their safety with her sadistic estranged grandmother (I was...working through some generational trauma at the time) that resulted in her being captured and tortured...and often betrayed anyway. I was fascinated by the aspect of vulnerability, what it would take for someone to willingly give themself up and what pieces of their resolve and personality would remain. I wrote some plans/summaries for whumptober in...I think 2017? But never fully wrote anything up or drew art pieces with enough detail to be recognizable as whump, I still had some deep-seated paranoia about someone going through my work and thinking I was a freak so all the details are sadly lost.

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Content: Hanging, death, whippings, doll whump.

I don’t know if this qualifies, but I would play whump stories with my disney dolls. I was about 5/6 years old, and I pretended that I captured all the princesses (+1 prince) as a big evil human and they would then try to run away. Of course, my whumpee - Ariel - would lead them and so she would always get punished by me by whipping her in front of everyone. Sometimes I would play that they fell from high places, sometimes I hanged them, sometimes I would just throw them into the air. The prince was from Snow White, but Ariel was my self-insert, and so I played out emotional whump too - unrequited love, cheating, Ariel dying right in front of him... Snow White murdering Ariel... Yeah. Then I moved on to drawing and writing with original characters AND since I was given a camera on my 7th birthday, I even starred in my whumpy scenarios myself. I still have the videos. Yes, I do feel insane.

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Content: Non-con drugging, starvation, beatings, guns, murder, recovery.

I wrote an action/whump about my main character, Danny, getting kidnapped by the villain for publicly showing the world how horrible he is. She was drugged, beaten, starved, etc. When she finally escaped, she got shot in the shoulder and almost died, passing out just seconds before reaching saftey. She then goes to spend months in and out of the hospital as she goes through recovery. Later on in the story, she goes to have an EPIC battle with the villain, gets stabbed, kills the villain, and restores the messed up world that the Villain made when he was in control. She almost dies twice throughout the entire story and I am currently in the process of fully writing this story and modifying it to hopefully publish it as an action book one day!

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Content: Collars, cages, death threat.

ok my whump feels 2 personal to even write down. i am a tag stalker and a daydreamer. the first whump i read is a core memory i remember it was a tumblr post reposted onto one of those "story inspiration" instagram accounts that had non whump prompts but i guess this one snuck in. it was something like. villain had hero locked in a cage and collared. they were like "its a shame there's that stupid curse on us otherwise i would have killed you already. don't worry though i'll take good care of you :)" AND SHEESH THE WHUMPERFLIES THAT DEFINITELY DID SOMETHING FOR 14YO ME. people in the comments were calling it weird i felt so embarrassed for being into it bye

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Content: Phobia being handled very poorly.

I honestly can't remember. It's been years and years since I first started writing this stuff, but some one early one I do remember is when I wrote one about a character with nyctophobia and his friends wanted to try to help him get rid of it, but they went about it the wrong way and tricked him into going into a dark closet and locking him in there. I remember that he was trying to vigorously to get out that he busted up his arms and I think (??) they might've forgotten him in there for a while. It's been a while and I deleted it (agh) but that's one of my early ones

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Content: Religious whump, forced to hurt.

I wrote about a creature I made up called 'The unders' who were basically like demons but also angels and really chill? Like instead of just heaven and hell the afterlife was one grand reality where you have 'the damned hills' but then like nirvana and vibes next door and there were 'council members' one of them was summoned as a teenager born to be a torturer to the souls who deserved it and was beaten and forced with magic and conditioning to torture his own friends people who'd seen his first steps just like whumper did to him.

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Content: Religion.

I've been in christian and catholic schools for my whole childhood. So naturally, when I'm in kindergarten, I learn a bunch of bible stories. I was obsessed with Joseph being rejected by his brothers and being tossed in the hole. That was probably the most brutal thing to me as a kid. So I constantly drawing that scene over and over again from different angles, adding different situations that Joseph would find himself in while in the hole, even a couple of escape plans. That made such a huge impact on me.

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Content: Self-sacrifice, medical whump (?).

Ooooo… I think it was grade 4. I was at a young authors conference, and was given free control over a story Idea and its planning. I chose a fantasy story which I later titled “The Battle begins” where in the first 4 chapters an elf guard named Zane takes a sword wound for his guard friend and another for the princess/MC he is protecting. But he hides it. Feild medicine and medicinal magical plants ensues. There was also a poison scene at one point I planned later on, but I don’t think I got to far into.

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Content: Torture, beatings.

'm certain that this isn't the first one, but it's one of my earliest. It centered around this character who was locked in a cell and mistreated by all the guards (being tortured, beaten, maybe hit with a stick I don't remember). My teacher (who I'd known for a long time) always loved my writing and found it hilarious that elementary-school-year-old-me was writing something so dark. My parents, for their part, were a bit mortified when she showed them at the parent-teacher conference.

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Content: Animal whump (warrior cats fanfiction).

It was Warrior Cats fanfiction 😭😭 And it was about my character getting into an argument with my friends character (a healer cat) for not saving my newborn kitten from a severe illness. My cat chased my friends cat through a forest in a rage, and they ended up fighting each other near the edge of a cliff. Long story short, they both ended up falling, and my friends character survived, though gravely injured, while my character died 😭 I was like 11 back then, good times

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Content: Disordered eating.

It was actually the plot for a visual novel I'm currently working on! I don't want to spoil much because it's barely started, but it's basically professional fighters struggling with their mental health because of untreated childhood trauma. Since they're fighters, they get injured quite a lot hehe, so I have the "physical health + mental health whump combo". The first whump I published, though, was a Majora's Mask fanfiction where Link struggles with disordered eating.

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Content: Possessed whumpee, murder.

(death cw) I rarely manage to actually write anything but I have whump stories just in my head and have for ages - the first one I remember is when I was maybe 11-12 and imagined this girl group one of who got possessed by someone bad and tried to repeatedly harm her friends (and often succeeded). The friends eventually manage to help the girl break out of her possession but the girl unintentionally kills one of them (her love interest) before that.

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Content: Stabbing.

Hmmm I wanna say it was something for Fugou Keiji Millionaire Detective where the main characters got involved in a dangerous case and one ended up getting stabbed lmaoo. Never finished or posted it cause I had never posted anything at the time and was self-conscious. Though, I'm sure I wrote something in my childhood that was whumpy I'd just never known that was a term and was very anxious about it because I felt like it was weird to like.

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Content: Tiny whumpee, human caretaker.

It was G/T and I made it for a creative writing class in freshman year. A fairy couldn’t go home because it was raining so he had to go to the nearest shelter, a human’s house. He was very scared because of the stories he heard about humans so he tried to stay out of sight. Unfortunately, the human’s cat attacked him and he had to get out of his hiding spot. The human was nice though and let him leave when the rain stopped.

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Content: Religion, morally dubious whumpee.

It was a never finished story about a captured soldier in a religious war. The whumper had a personal vendetta against whumpee for killing his wife. The war had been going on for years so there was alot of history and bad blood between these characters. Both were morally gray. It was a pretty good concept, but I got bored before I had enough written. Maybe I'll finish it someday, maybe I won't

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Content: Starvation, dehystration, obedient whumpee, sensory deprivation.

it was when i was very young, and way before i knew what whump was! i had an obsession with torture from the very beginning, but the first one i actually wrote was about someone being locked in a room for a full day without food, water, or outside stimulation. when she was finally allowed out, she was terrified of her whumper and ended up obeying all his orders to act as his servant and tool.

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Content: Torture.

Well as far as the first one I wrote/posted it was called End of Summer and it was about Jairus, a half dragon who was captured and tortured by a sorceress and her demon minions. I lost interest in writing it after a bit in favor of a new story, but Jairus’s story has existed as a whole for years before I even found whump and I know what all happens I am just too lazy to write it

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Content: Torture, furries, hero/villain.

Techically I created my first whump 'story' when I was very little and used to imagine these two furry OCs with one being strapped down to a table and the other torturing them. But since I was super young it was in very cartoonish ways. It was a whole hero vs villian thing too. Normal things for a kid in elementary school to imagine while they fall alseep im sure 👍

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Content: Hero whumpee, villain whumper, lab whump, rescue.

This was even b4 I learned what whump was- Basically just a hero/creepy villain trope- this superhero was being stalked by a villain they didn't know existed, eventually kidnapped the superhero, and found out they have superhuman abilities (villain thought it was gadgets) and it turns into a lab whump of some sort until the superhero was rescued by their team.

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Content: Captivity, torture.

A long time ago, my very first WIP that has since sent me on a derailed train of 150+ unfinished WIPs. There was a main-side-both-character with fire powers who was imprisoned by an enemy kingdom, chained in a cold dark cell, forced to remain extinguished, far from the warmth of torchlight, and was often tortured. He was also edgy and hated everyone, typical XD

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Content: Intimate whumper, captivity, recovery, rescue, stabbing.

It was a Whumper x Whumpee thing where the intimate Whumper was holding Whumpee hostage in their apartment. They also attacked Whumpee with a knife multiple times. Caretaker was a police officer and Whumpee's best friend so they arrested Whumper and helped Whumpee recover and then it became a Whumpee x Caretaker thing. It wasn't very good or realistic tbh

that was actually a common premise for my stories when i was a kid, too lol

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Content: Minor whump.

When I was 9, I was weirdly obsessed with writing a story about a little boy who went sledding and got bowled over by another sled and injured. I kept going to write it, and I never got very far, but it was in my head for ages. He would be so injured and all the other kids at school would hear about it, and he’d have to miss school and birthday parties.

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Content: Blackmail, [forced] self harm.

i've had this elaborate RP between two characters - one of which got blackmailed and was forced to hurt himself by the other. it was kind of like "remote whump", i guess? the neat part was that the whumpee had no clue that it was whumper doing all this to him and would still hang around with him. i liked the hurt-fake-comfort dynamic, it was cute.

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Content: Medical whump, torture, forced to watch, reluctant whumper (kind of?).

One half of my OTP is kidnapped and used for medical experiments (i.e. tortured) by the father figure/whumper of the other half of the OTP. The other half feels conflicted because it breaks their heart to see their beloved endure such torture, but at the same time they can't bring themselves to stand against their father figure's wishes.

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For the bucky Barnes square, maybe smth post civil war where him and Tony haven’t fully made up but Tony’s agreed to let him stay in the tower for Steve’s sake? Then Tony finds bucky on the sofa with a bad migraine or smth and decides to help (being the mother hen he is) 🥰

ahhhhhhh this is so cute and i just... will simply never get tired of making my favorite characters get migraines. also after having six!! of my own these last two weeks, i think i deserve this 😌

winteriron | 1.2k | hurt/comfort, pre-relationship

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Nearly a year after Siberia, Tony and Bucky aren’t exactly friends, but they’re not not friends, either.

Grudgingly — because apparently no one, regardless of monetary status, Asgardian birthright, or superpower, can say no to Captain America’s puppy eyes — Tony had agreed to let Bucky stay with them in the Tower. He could hardly kick him out on the street, after all, he’d been brainwashed, not to mention tortured by Hydra for years. No matter how hard Tony tried to hold onto his anger and grief, it was kind of hard to forget that fact.

So, Bucky moved in.

He moved in, and he went on runs with Steve, and made friends with Sam. He brought the team coffee when he went to Starbucks — he even remembered Tony’s order — a bonus, Tony had to admit — and took Tony’s side on movie nights when Natasha and Steve teamed up to vote for a romantic comedy for the third week in a row.

So it wasn’t all bad, having Bucky around. The fact of his ridiculous muscles, his newly shorn, insanely touchable-looking hair, and the way his blue eyes seemed to look right inside Tony, well. Those were additional upsides no one else needed to know about.

It’s a Tuesday afternoon when Tony finds Bucky, alone, sprawled out on the couch in the common room. After hours of thinking he had the place to himself, Tony jumps a foot when he sees him, slamming a hand over his chest as catches his breath.

“Jesus, Barnes, playing dead much?” Tony asks, regaining his composure. Bucky hardly moves, though, his eyelids fluttering as he struggles to open his eyes.

“Barnes,” Tony tries again, “you alright? I know bright-eyed and bushy-tailed is more Steve’s thing, but…” He trails off, moving further into the room. When he reaches the couch, he can see that Bucky’s eyes are shadowed, his face even more pale than usual.

“Sorry,” Bucky mutters, opening his eyes long enough to meet Tony’s before pressing them shut again. “S’posed to be at the Dodgers game with Steve, but my head’s killing me,” he admits.

“Ah,” Tony nods as the realization hits him. Steve had mentioned that Bucky gets migraines now, some delightful combination of light sensitivity and god only knows what remnants of Hydra fucking around in his head. Tony can relate — to the migraines at least. Stress headaches, Bruce liked to call them, brought on by his favorite combo of too much caffeine, too much screen time, and not enough sleep. He lost hours, sometimes days to the things, and he wouldn’t wish them on his worst enemy.

Not even Bucky. Though really, was Bucky still his worst enemy? Lately it’d gotten a little confusing. Maybe someone else had moved up in the rankings. Not that Tony had a list or anything.

…That people knew about.

“Have you taken anything?” Tony asks, keeping his voice measured and quiet, knowing first hand how grating just about everything sounds when he felt this bad.

“Advil?” Bucky says it like a question. “Steve had some.”

“He’s a Boy Scout, that one,” Tony nods. “You ever try a hot cloth? Ice works too, but I figured that’s probably not…”

“Not ice,” Bucky says quickly, squinting up at him with a wince that makes Tony’s own skull throb in sympathy. “Heat might be good, though, I’ll try that,” he adds, though he makes no attempt to move.

Tony falters for a minute, wondering if he should do something. He should, shouldn’t he? The guy’s clearly suffering, laying pathetically across the couch, alone like that…

“I’ll get you something,” Tony hears himself saying before he can think twice about it. “I’ll hit these lights off too... what do you have a death wish or something?” He asks, flicking the light off and leaving the room before Bucky can reply one way or another.

Tony works quickly, grabbing more Advil from a bathroom cabinet, warming up a washcloth, and filling two glasses of water before returning to where Bucky lays in the — now blissfully dark — common room.

“Hey, Buckybot,” Tony murmurs quietly. “This is for you,” he says, holding out the towel and setting the water and medicine on the coffee table for later. He takes a tentative sip of his own water before sitting at the edge of the couch. There’s more than enough room for the both of them, but Tony has the traitorous thought that if he lets himself sit any closer, he’d do something truly crazy, like try and stroke Bucky’s hair or something, and that would definitely raise a few eyebrows.

“This is nice,” Bucky says after a minute. “It helps. How’d you know?”

Tony looks at him, then pulls a throw blanket down from the back of the couch and tosses it gently over Bucky while he explains.

“I get them too. After about a million and one visits to the best neurologists in New York, only to be told that actually, I shouldn’t work myself to the point of insomnia and dehydration if I didn’t want a skull-splitting migraine, it really came down to trial and error,” Tony admits.

“You? Really?” Bucky actually lifts the washcloth and squints at Tony now, his eyes watery from the heat and the darkness and the pain, too, probably.

“Me, really,” Tony repeats wryly. “You know the point is to keep that on your eyes,” he reminds him.

“Sorry,” Bucky says, then settles again, eyes and forehead covered. It’s then that Tony lets himself really look at him. He gives himself longer than he’d normally allow. Even in repose, Bucky is unfairly handsome. Maybe especially like this: quiet, as relaxed as he could be given the situation, far less tense than he usually is when there are more people around.

They sit that way for a few minutes — Bucky dangerously close to sleep, Tony dangerously close to doing something crazy like staying to watch him — when Bucky speaks up again.

“Y’don’t have to stay here,” he mutters. “Sure you have… super-genius stuff to be doing.”

Tony can’t help the smile that tugs at his lips. “Ah, all the super-genius-ing’s done for the day,” he says. “I’m all yours if you want the company.” He’d have to text Bruce and tell him that actually, the tests they’d planned on doing would have to wait a day, but…

“Might be nice,” Bucky says after a pause. “I won’t be the best company, but…” He trails off, and Tony, for all his easy quips and sarcasm, doesn’t have the words to say that Bucky doesn’t have to be good company. That, actually, maybe this is a good way to ease into… something; common ground and all that. Plus, an afternoon watching bad TV never hurt anyone.

“Oh, right, okay, I must have been thinking of the other James Barnes, the one known for his sparkling personality,” Tony teases instead.

“Must be,” Bucky huffs, then lifts the washcloth again, meeting Tony’s eye in a way that makes his stomach go all… squiggly. “Thanks, Tony,” he says.

“Don’t mention it. And that goes over your eyes,” Tony says, smiling as he chides him.

“God, now you sound like Stevie,” Bucky says. “Bossin’ me around.”

“Yep, it’s your lucky day, there’s two of us now.”

“S’not as bad as it was,” Bucky admits finally, before they fall back into a soft, comfortable quiet.

[ruvatia]

Sorry if this is a bit much with everything going on, but could I request a scenario where the Paladins + Matt & Lotor have a black s/o and they’re scared abt everything that’s happening in their country and are sad that racial injustice is happening? I’ve been rlly worried the past few days, but if this is smth too uncomfy I understand ;w; Thank you 💖💖💖

This got really long, I apologize but I turned it into half-headcanons with just the main paladins-- i apologize for not doing all the characters you’ve mentioned, but I don’t think they would fit all in a single post anyways www

On another note I hope you and every other reader take good care of their mental health; it’s important to be aware of what’s going on but it’s also important to be in the right mindspace to be able to tackle everything that’s being shared. It’s pain that’s been boiling for a very long time and there is absolutely no shame in taking some downtime to recover before heading back into current issues.

SHIRO:

If you were saddened, Shiro would suggest that maybe you switch to something else; if there was something that he knows will distract you and temporarily have you be a little more at ease, he’d do that!

But also maybe add a little twist-- extra soft blankets (fresh out of the oven! Screw the bills you’re worth it), extra cheese on your favorite dish, whatever it is that can make your smile a little wider, bigger or brighter just let him know!

Would give you hugs if you asked, but usually Shiro pets your head and brushes your cheek for comfort

He also does this when he wants to ask something of you, but thats another story

Why the TV was still on was a mystery to you, you’d stopped listening a long time ago. Your partner besides you noticed, and you felt the hand around your shoulder tighten his grip a little, bringing you out of your thoughts.

“Hey, maybe we should watch something else?” he asked softly, brushing your cheek with his hand. “I can’t really listen to this anymore.”

“Yeah… Sure.” you replied, though it felt like an automated response more than your actual opinion.

“Okay, I’ll switch to that weird show Pidge recorded the other day, we agreed to watch it, right?” he replied, quickly grabbing the remote to change the program.

The first episode started playing, but the moment that it did, you felt cold as Shiro left your side.

“Where are you going?” you asked, your interlaced fingers the only thing keeping him close.

“Ah, I thought I’d make us something. We both kinda skipped dinner….”

He’d thought about putting something together that you’d like, maybe order dessert to surprise you but seeing the look on your face, leaving your side was the hardest thing to do right now.

So he gave in, and your both fell asleep until the doorbell rang with your delivery.

KEITH:

I have this headcanon that Keith isn’t very good with physical touch but after the end of voltron and after enough time of humanitarian relief, he learns how important it is for someone that’s in a specific state of mind

So the best he has to offer when his words fail is physical touch

Over your time together he’s learned what you need depending on your mood, and it helped him out lots when you were more vocal about it-- if anything he liked it when you asked for things that he could easily deliver, he’d do anything to see you smile

A hand came over your phone screen, Keith’s fingers lacing into yours and making you drop the device onto the crevices of the sofa.

“Why did you--”

“You’ve been staring at that thing for the past hour, biting at your nails.” he said in a worried tone. “That’s enough. We’re going to bed.”

“But it’s just--”

“We’re going to bed.” he repeated in a harsher tone, lifting you off your seat.

Keith sat down onto the bed first, pulling you into him. You both fell onto the bed, Keith quickly pulling the covers over your shoulders before his arms came around you.

“My alarm is my phone.”

“That’s nice, but we both know we have nothing to do tomorrow.” he replied right away, making you chuckle.

“Keith…” you called, your hands sneaking up to his face.

You brushed away some of his hair from his face as he gave you a complicated expression, unable to reflect the small smile you wore. He knew things were shit outside, that being apart from your family and other loved ones was a toll on both you and that lately negative thoughts have plagued you more often than not but Keith, despite his good intention was still somewhat of an awkward man.

“Thank you.”

He kissed you in reply and you both left it at that, glad that he had someone like you to meet him halfway.

LANCE:

Lots of hugs the moment he feels something is off with you

Will be a brat™ for the sole purpose of distracting you, bET

I feel like post-series Lance tries his best to be as observant as Allura and tries to understand others better-- but it didn't take a genius or incredible empath to know why your eyes looked like they were about to overflow at the sight of the news.

I’d like to think that Lance, with a big connected family is one of the paladins that very easily gets what you’re going through, wouldn’t be surprised he’s been called one or two things in his past either

That being said it doesn’t mean that he completely understands your personalized struggles with racial injustices that you encounter everyday; as another minority himself + coming from a culture and upbringing that might be different than yours, its a very different experience.

Memories flooded as the news anchor spoke about “lootings” and as you scrolled down your feed to see feeble attempts at sympathy from local peacekeepers. You sigh and retweet another thread, only to find something equally as shocking right after. You stopped commenting in quote retweets a while ago, you felt like you were constantly repeating that none of this was okay and that a reform was desperately needed. Rather than typing out your thoughts you typed out your name, address and email over and over again, signing one petition after the other.

Hearing sigh after sigh, Lance eventually put an arm around your shoulder. He startled you, but his soft voice made both your shoulders and your guard lower.

“Hey, do you want to make a midnight snack with me? I’m getting kinda hungry.”

“What about that new rule we were talking about? Not eating 4 hours before we went to bed?”

“Every diet has one or two cheat days, don’t they?” he replied, kissing one of your eyelids. “Come on, I’m sure your neck is sore from being like that for so long.”

In the end you both made some soul-food until a food-coma knocked you out until tomorrow. In the morning, you realized that Lance must’ve woken up in the middle of the night because you remember cuddling on the couch, and yet you’re waking up on the bed. Of course, still in his arms.

HUNK:

Having a sensible heart, I feel like both you and hunk would struggle a little about maintaining a healthy distance with current events.

Though overtime he would understand that keeping in touch with everything that’s going on is important, but not at the sake of burning out

His best bet, to him, to pull you out of a such a dark space is with comfort food

“Ok ppl feel like they want to eat a horse but they actually cant when they’re in that mind space Hunk, let’s make something sweet and small; something direct and straight to the point! Let’s add smiley faces on it!”

Your turned down the volume from the news, let your head fall backwards and brought up your forearm over your closed eyes. It felt warm and made it you realize that you had probably been staring very intensely at the screen as a wave of comfort hit your eyes the moment they were drowned in darkness. Letting out a deep breath, you stilled and let yourself bask in your thoughts until a familiar voice brought you back.

“Maybe a little bit more sugar? No, then it would be disbalanced. The base is already so sweet-- Ah, I have to take the cupcakes out or else they might get burned!”

You felt a smile grow on your lips, making you ignore the horrid news being broadcasted to turn to your partner that as usual, seemed to juggle ten thousand things to create a whole meal.

“What’s going on over here?” you asked, leaning over the counter to note that one of your favorite dishes was made and machines that were mostly used for baking had been brought out.

“Oh you know, just a little pick me up for my most favorite person ever.” he shrugged, but a smile soon came to his face. His hands were full but he leaned over, his lips meeting your cheek. “Things outside are a little dark, so I thought we could both use a little something nice.”

He turned on the machine after dropping a drop of dye to make it your favorite color and within a few minutes the icing was finished. Hunk scooped up a small amount on his finger and brought it to his lips and nod.

“Wanna taste?” he asked you, his finger dipping into the icing.

A mischievous grin spread on your features as you took his wrist and let his finger fall on your tongue, the sweetness quickly spreading through your mouth. The yellow paladin shivered as you let his digit hang in your mouth for longer than necessary, letting out a satisfied hum when you returned it to him.

“Tastes perfect.”

PIDGE:

She knew what could be fixed, she knew how to fix it but this meant she was also aware of how long such a transition would take

I think Pidge would be similar to Shiro: whatever she remembers that helps you be at ease, she would defect to that in hopes to maybe distract you for a while.

I don’t think Pidge is a very touchy person either, so if she reaches out to you _physically_ in worry, it’s a very clear sign she’s serious/anxious

I feel like she would reach out in other ways and then if she knew you were in a specific state of mind where touch was not useful, or if she just also wanted to try things out lol

As you watched the twisted information that was being shared on screen, another message caught your attention. Rather than a small red icon in the corner, a small window appeared in the middle of your computer screen.

<I found a way to modify notifications sent to another device.>

The video had stopped, every horrible gif about police brutality was paused and there was nothing else but the small window pidge had thrown onto your screen. You chuckled, and felt a pressure behind your working chair.

Another message popped up.

<You’ve been catching up with twitter for the past two hours. Surely you’re done now?>

A soft laugh came from you, making Pidge release a breath she didn’t know she was holding. You typed out an answer:

<Is it possible to be completely caught up with twitter? I follow like 500 accounts.>

<Okay, but half of them are just cat videos and the other half are just retweets of said videos.>

<Oh here I was thinking that this was an intervention to brighten my mood. We’re dragging each other’s follows now?>

<Oh please like you don’t want to be dragged, with that kind of follow list.>

<I can’t believe you’ve done this.>

You both laughed, before Pidge turned around and tapped your shoulder. She let her hand float in the air, yours coming to join it as a soon as your turned her way.

“Wanna take a nap?” she asked, letting her head fall onto your shoulder. “I had Chip make some hot chocolate, Hunk style.”

You squeezed her hand, putting your computer on sleep mode.

“Yeah, that sounds nice.”