#off duty cop (ooc)

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⊹₊ ⋆🏍₊˚⊹ ON TRACK.

when being the WAG of a rookie MotoGP rider earns you the front-row seats to a thrilling race and... an unsightly amount of groupies.

▞▞ pairings. ryōmen sukuna, fem!reader

▞▞ genre. fluff, established relationship, biker boy au, motogp rider au

▞▞ tags. biker!sukuna, motogp rider!sukuna, sukuna rides for ducati, WAG!reader, ooc, profanity, mentions of reckless driving, jealousy, insecurities, accidents, mentions of injuries, sukuna gets a little touchy in the end

▞▞ notes. 1.8k wc. do we miss biker!sukuna? i think we all miss biker!sukuna !! bahaha the influx of biker!sukuna fanarts made me write this. and also bcos i watched motogp clips on tiktok. rbs and comments highly appreciated! :D

Have you ever imagined Sukuna as a MotoGP rider? 

Well, his passion for bikes didn’t just stay confined to the open road. He knew he was destined for more than just the city’s freeways and the thrill of 1000cc machines. He was, as a matter of fact, made for the track. 

Yes, the scary, dangerous, exhilarating world of high-speed competition.

When he had first told you about competing in MotoGP, you were thrilled for him. Truly, because you knew that the series had been his lifelong dream. Before, he was just a little boy who collected bikes for toys, and now he had the chance to make his dream a reality. So, who were you to stand in the way of that?

In fact, you were incredibly supportive—always present at his races, always cheering for him from the stands. It didn’t matter if you’d lose your voice the next day. You had to be his biggest supporter. And today was just another one of those days where your duty as his #1 fan called for you to be there and root for him with all your heart. 

Today’s MotoGP race was in full swing, and your heart pounded in rhythm with the thundering bikes tearing down the track. They all passed by in a resounding zoom! where your eyes could barely keep up from their otherworldly speed. From your vantage point in the VIP section, you watched intently as the riders navigated the circuit, your eyes never straying far from one rider in particular—Sukuna, your longtime boyfriend, riding a Ducati Desmosedici GP24.

“I’m so nervous,” you murmured, hands clasped together as your eyes remained glued to your lover. 

Sukuna was a sight to behold on the track, and he always told you that his bike was an extension of himself as he maneuvered with precision and aggression. Honestly, it must be scary to be the one riding such powerful superbikes, especially when the roar of engines alone was a symphony of speed and power that sent chills down your spine. And while you were filled with anxiety watching your boyfriend on the circuit, the red and black Ducati eventually flashed past, neck and neck with the Aprilia rider, and the two bikes locked in a fierce battle for the lead. 

You could imagine the commentators keeping a close eye as they narrated the race on live television.

But you trusted in Sukuna’s talent. His ability to escape from cops with his old R6 back in his college days was proof enough of how ridiculous he could get with his speed. He didn’t get a single ticket because he managed to outrun them all. Though, of course, that wasn’t something you should be mentioning to anyone. He wasn’t actually proud of notoriety and history of reckless driving before, especially when he recalled having endangered your life once before while you rode with him as his backpack. 

And since Sukuna upgraded to being a professional rider now, you had your fair share of an upgrade, too. That manifested in the form of being part of the so-called WAGs—or wives and girlfriends of the racers. Life as a WAG wasn’t drastically different from your previous one, except now your boyfriend was a huge global sensation in the biker community, and you had become somewhat of a fashion icon yourself. That wasn’t even an exaggeration, because every time you were seen with him publicly, people would soon be talking about your off-duty looks and outfits all over social media. 

But going back to the main star of the show, your hands clenched around the railing, knuckles white, as the race progressed. It annoyed you that the Aprilia rider was pushing him to the edge but never quite managing to overtake. Tailing the two were the riders for Honda, Gresini, Pramac, and KTM among the few.

Cupping your hands around your mouth, you cheered for your boyfriend. “Go, baby! Let’s go!”

The giant screen above the track zoomed in on Sukuna, his Arai helmet fitting the aesthetics of his big, red bike. The effortless way he handled his bike sent a ripple of excitement through the crowd. There were lots of cheering, screaming, roaring, and… well, squealing. Your head naturally turned to the group of girls nearby who were the very cause of the high pitched noises, their squeals of delight making the other WAGs around you shake their heads in amusement.

“Oh my God, he’s so hot!” 

“Look at him! He’s perfect!” 

“Sukuna, marry me!” 

“I’ll give you my number later!” 

“God, I wanna hook up with him.” 

“Girl, me too!” 

“You think we should wait outside his hotel later?” 

“Count me in!” 

Groupies. You felt a surge of pride mixed with a twinge of jealousy as you watched their frenzied adoration for your boyfriend. Literally. Your fingers were itching to gouge their eyes out. You wondered if he had ever been tempted to cheat, that when you were busy with your own corporate life outside of being his girlfriend, he might have rewarded himself by sleeping with an influencer or two. Probably models, too. Those tall, gorgeous women who often get partnered with him on ads and photoshoots.  

But the thing was, you couldn’t blame them—yes, your boyfriend was undeniably handsome, and his chiseled features and intense gaze made him a magnet for attention. A true eye-candy if you may add. Not to mention, he had the most attractive tattoos you had seen in a man. Ever. 

But he was yours, and that knowledge filled you with a sense of triumph over the hundreds and thousands of girls that were fantasizing about him.

Then, in the middle of your trance, an accident struck.

It was a blur of red and black as Sukuna’s bike suddenly wobbled after the rear wheel slipped on a patch of oil left behind by another rider. You held your breath in, praying to every saint that he remained safe, as you watched him struggle to regain control while the bike fishtailed dangerously. 

“Oh, gosh. Oh, gosh.” Your brain rattled with anxiety as you gripped onto the railings. “Baby, no. No, be careful! You got this!” 

For a moment, it seemed he might manage to stay upright, but then the inevitable happened. Sukuna went down in a matter of seconds, and his bike skidded out from under him in a shower of sparks.

“Oh, shit!” 

A collective gasp rose from the crowd, and your heart was lurching in your chest as you saw how your lover hit the tarmac. The medics immediately rushed onto the track, while you were still awestricken as you stared at the screen displaying his fall. 

“Please be okay, baby! Please,” you muttered under your breath again and again. 

A fellow WAG eventually placed a hand on your shoulders, rubbing you comfortingly. “He’ll be fine. Don’t worry. Their gears are made for this.”

She spoke like true champ, and you knew you could put some trust in her words since she was a seasoned WAG. She had probably seen worst accidents that her husband had gone through while on track.

Still, you couldn’t help yourself. What if Sukuna sustained really terrible injuries? What if he broke a bone or two? What if he experienced a concussion? And if he did, what if he’d no longer remember you when he wakes up? Oh, Jesus. Your overthinking was the true culprit here. Yet there was nothing you could really do but wait for good news and hope that nothing too serious happened. Seconds felt like hours, and you were almost about to faint until you saw Sukuna finally standing up between the medics that surrounded him, waving to signal that he was okay albeit limping a little.

“Thank fuck!” 

“See? I told you he’s fine.”

Relief flooded through you, but unfortunately, such joy ended up being short-lived. Sukuna had lost precious seconds in the fall, seconds that allowed the Aprilia to pull ahead. And by the time he got back on his bike and rejoined the race, the gap was already too wide. 

He crossed the finish line in fifth place, a position that felt like a heart-shattering defeat after having been so close to victory.

As soon as the race was over, you didn’t even think twice when you made your way down to the paddock, pushing through the crowd and the throng of zealous fans just to reach your boyfriend. Your heart was still racing, almost akin to the superbikes that were speeding on the track moments ago, as you desperately looked for the love of your life. Only when you rounded the corner did you finally see him, helmet off and leathers dusty from the fall, talking with his team.

“Lovey!” you called out, face full of worry.

Sukuna was quick to turn at the sound of your voice, his expression softening the very moment his eyes landed on you. With long strides, he removed hi’s gloves and closed the distance between you two, and before you knew it, you were wrapped in his arms, the scent of leather and motor oil enveloping you in a comforting hug.

“Are you okay?” you asked, pulling back just enough to search his face for any signs of injury. “I was losing my mind back there!” 

As if he didn’t just experience a dangerous fall, he had a mischievous smile displayed when he looked at you. “I’m fine, baby. Just a little bruised ego.”

“It’s not a joke,” you whined, arms crossed at his lack of seriousness to the matter. “I was so scared when I saw you go down."

Very sweetly, he cupped your face in his hands and nuzzled his nose against yours. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m still alive, right?”

That’s true, you thought. But also… “You came in fifth,” you said, letting out a quieted sigh. 

But the Ducati rider himself was merely chuckling. Not even an ounce of heartbreak was shown on bis face. “Fifth place isn’t the end of the world, babe. I can live with that.”

You shook your head, not understanding how he could be so calm. Really. “But you were so close. You could have won!” And you’d blame it on your hormones, but you remembered the group of girls who cheered him on and decided to bring it up. “By the way, you had all those girls ready to throw themselves at you earlier. One of them even suggested waiting outside your hotel to hook up with you.” 

“Really? Where are those baddies?” he joked, looking around and trying to spot the girls until you flicked his forehead. “Ow! I was just kidding, babe. You’re the only one riding this dick day and night.” 

“Not funny.”

“But you’re so cute when you’re jealous.” He started attacking your cheeks with squeezes. 

While you, you tried your best to swat his hand away. “I’m not. Stooop—! You’re so annoying!” 

“Okay, okay!” He let out a deep chuckle as he raised his hands in surrender. “Anyway, I don’t care about them. I’ve already won the most important race of all."

You blinked twice in the same second, not comprehending his words. “What do you mean?”

Sukuna’s eyes soon softened into a teasing gaze. “I have my beautiful girl in my arms right now. That’s the only victory that matters to me.”

As much as you tried to contain it, a smile eventually broke across your face. “You’re such a sap!”

“Only for you,” was his elfish response, pulling you closer. 

The celebrations continued around you as the media and the crowd swarmed into the paddock. Sukuna held your waist tightly the entire time, all while acknowledging the people that greeted him and asked him for signatures. While in his arms, you realized that he was right. Winning or losing on the track didn’t matter because he already had you—and that was his true and greatest victory.

As cringe-worthy as that may sound. 

“I do have a request, though.” Your boyfriend focused his attention back on you, giving your bum a playful squeeze in front of everyone before he moved his face closer to your ear. “Make me feel like a winner in bed tonight.”

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Watch the World Burn- Mark Hoffman x fem! reader

all right! This account has been a little dry in terms of my ability to write and put out requests lately but that DOES have a reason--I'm dealing with some personal health concerns at the moment and I got a cold four days ago. Before that it was a combination of demotivation and studying nearly ten hours in a week to get my learners permit, but I do acknowledge I could've at least given writing a try in the midst of it all.

This was meant to be a fic but I realized part way through that I was writing it in the way that I tend to write headcanons, so thats what this came out as.

This fic was requested by the lovely @capan-deveraux2! If you're reading, I hope you like this one and I am SO SORRY about the delay!

Fic type- this is pretty fluffy!

Warnings- mentions of fire, this fic has been edited but the editing was somewhat a skim--I apologize for any grammatical mistakes as my thoughts can sometimes move faster than I can type! Also, this is my first ever mark centric fic so he might be a tad ooc (also haven't rewatched the saw films since I finished up with saw 3D last month so that could also contribute)

Mark is generally the type of person to be cool, level headed. He can admit that, on occasion, he's quicker to anger than most and his temper when angered is probably something worth working on, but when he's around you all of that kind of ceases to matter.

He keeps the cool natured, relaxed off-duty cop thing within himself as he goes about meeting your parents over dinner. He finds he likes their company well enough--your mother has retired and is happily living off a good pension, where your father has five years to go and talks excitedly about his and your mothers plan to move somewhere like Scotland when he's finally able to retire.

The only point where Mark lets the version of him that isn't the perfect gentleman slip is when your father gives him a compliment.

"I'm glad to see that my daughter has found someone so lovely," he says, and Mark has to give himself a second to process it because like...like...??

He's not a good person--being a disciple and apprentice of Jigsaw would inherently demerit such claims, wouldn't it? He acknowledges he's not good and that prompts his reaction.

"Well, not really," he says. "I mean--I would make a thousand mistakes if Y/N was put in harms way. I would do a thousand immoral things, I would watch the world burn, just to make sure she was okay in the end."

your parents have similar reactions to that

your mom is reaching across the table, taking your hands in hers and going "are you sure about him?" in the way that supportive, but concerned mothers usually do.

Your father is staring at Mark, mouth agape, and is thinking like:

well...that's...interesting.

In the end though, your mother speaks up for both of them.

"Good," she says. "It's good that our Y/N has found someone willing to do that much. You love her?"

"More than anything." Mark says, and the both of you know that he means it.

"And you love...him?" Your father asks.

You nod, because you do. You love him wholeheartedly, truly, and you would watch the world burn if it meant he emerged from the embers.

Your parents find themselves assured--albeit a little unsettled by the way in which such knowledge came about--by the knowledge that he loves you deeply and that you have found someone you can love just as much, and the dinner resumes as it had been before, laughter and joy enveloping the dining room.

[wafflesetc]

do you think 10x03 wasn't as OOC as most people think because of Jay?

I have been sitting on this ask for a few days because I find it a really, almost paradoxical, thing to answer.

I actually don’t think a lot of what we are seeing and what we have seen is OOC. I’ve said this before, but I get where they were coming from with Jay’s exit arc. Personally, knowing what I know about the military, I don’t think he’s full active duty again. He’s a lot older than he was when he first did his spins. Also, I don’t think people have really touched on this aspect about his characters, but back in the earlier seasons, with Mouse, we know there was some sort of attack on his convoy and they both were injured in some way. It could have lead to an honorable medical discharge - which, it can be hard to rejoin the military on one of those. It’s not impossible, it’s just a lot of hoops to jump through. Add in the injuries he’s sustained while being a cop and it would make it that much harder. So, all of that to say, I think he’s working as a DOD contractor with a specific contract. He’s employed by the Army but isn’t in the Army. Ok, I’ll get off that soapbox now. All of that to say, Jay’s choices made some sense to me. There are little aspects of it though, like not talking to Hailey about it, him leaving that night, parts of the first two episodes, etc., that I do struggle with but I think the things that I am unhappy about are all because of pacing and the fact it was only three episodes. If we had been given 9 episodes like SVU did for Kelli, I think we all might feel a little bit different about the exit.

As I said, I can partially see what they were trying to do with his character exit. However, I think the road to get there left room for there to be things to be OOC.

My biggest gripe about the whole thing was the way they paced those three episodes - much better timing and pacing could have occurred, even with the three episodes.

I don't want to make this longer, but I can do an in-depth look, if that's something you'd like?

[jeeperso]

D&D Quotes Without Context

Revenge of CHAOTICA!, Episode 5

Tricking their way inside the Owlword factory fortress, the group located the imprisoned PRINCE FLAPJACK the Merciless. Freeing him they began slaughtering everything in their path until they came face to beak with the commander of the fortress and his cadre of elite guards. Appearing suddenly, without even an establishing shot, Moonpaw bursts onto the scene! "Don't worry [Moonpaw], tails grow back!” *leans to Robbins* “No they don’t.” "....Robbins, sweetie, cover your ears.” "Can't. I-have-knives-in-both-hands. Knives-and-my-ears-don’t-go-together.” Fiver glares at the commander "OH I AM SO STEALING YOUR IDENTITY AFTER WE KILL YOU. I'm signing your ass up for Horseporn.com after this.” Commander: “Those horses wanted it!” Fiver blinks. "You bastard.” Thunderchild: “She slices, she dices, she makes julienne owl.” GM: You look down the stairs to see Flapjack engaging the guards below, covered in gore. Fiver: "Pretty sure that's gonna work itself out.” Silvercat, the commander tries to back away from you, giving you an attack of opportunity. "GET HIS WALLET [MOONPAW]! I want his credit cards. I WILL invest all his gold in cNFT’s.” "Meowtal combat!” "ROBBINS! I'M OUT OF HEALING, YOU'RE ON MEDIC DUTY.” "I-AM-A-STABBY-DEATH-MACHINE! HOWDOIMEDIC!?” One of them yells, “Screw this, you’re a terrible boss!” And runs for the stairs. Fiver just steps aside and lets him pass. "Fair warning, it ain’t much better down this way.” Thunderchild calls after the owl: “If you're still alive once all this is over, I have a concept I'd love to share with you and any of your fellow mistreated workers!” “HE KILLED HOT CARL!” One of the remains guards lifts her shield, “OwlWorld! Forever!” And then the staff implodes behind her sucking the commanders body into a horrifying nether dimension. “Okay, yeah, we’re cool.” "Alright then. Katt, grab the eye of Lumbara and let’s get the Hell outta here.” Katt, as you grab the hatchet, a word echoes through your mind … lumber……lumber… LUMBERCATS! HOOOOOOOO!!!!! "Gotta say, Flannel is a good look for you. You pull it off.” Flapjack makes his way up the stairs, dropping an armful of arms into Fiver’s arms. “Okay. Had a good time.” "Likewise. Also I think Katt just became the queen of Lumbara or something. Like seriously is that normal? Should we be worried?” "I'm not sure weapons found in polluting factories is a good basis for government.” “Sound the can opener, we take back Lumbera!” Flapjack: “We did. Everone’s dead. Except that one.” He says, nodding at the last guard. Thunderchild: “Leave them alone, I'm instructing them on the finer points of unionizing.” "So, QnA time, what the Hell was this all about?” Katt: “They loved Hot Carl.” “No, I was fucking Hot Carl.” Katt: “There’s a difference?” “Yeah, I love my husband, I was fucking Hot Carl.” Thunderchild: “Wait which Carl was in the cells? I'm going to assume Dumb Carl.” Fiver: "Goddammit the commander imploded. I wanted his credit card.” Moonpaw: "What's a credit card?” Fiver: "Oh honey, I can't bring myself to tell you. I don't want to break your little heart.” “No one will notice one more body.” "Noted. Shutting up now.” "Did you ask them if they stole from you first, confirm before you acted?” “That’s kinda outside my paygrade.” "So... You're-now-an-axe-monk. Huh-Sis?” "Better than an axe-cop.” “Beware-the-axe-milk-man." "Questions for later, I'm going to enjoy my box, maybe get blitzed on catnip with Moonpaw.” Fiver: ”Yeah, remember, you don't have to outrun the dragon, you just have to outrun your slowest friend.” Thunderchild: “Fiver, I hate to tell you this but I'm pretty sure YOU are the slowest friend in this situation.” "Am I?” Rabbit hop 15 feet across the room. "My legs may be a little messed up but I can still move when I have too.” *winces* "Um, bartender, could I have some Ice, I think I pulled a hammy.” GM OOC: I kinda wanted this to be an encounter that requires tactics. OOC: Oh no! one of our weaknesses! Along with. Puzzles. Diplomacy. Memory. Table Manners. OOC2: As a battle nun, Katt knows manners. Maybe she'll use them someday. GM OOC: Next week: THE FURY OF COCAINE! OOC: I don't have anything to do, so I've got to go remedy that.

[redshcdes-archived]

Also yk what, before I pass out.

I’ll say it.

I know Terezi being a disgusting gross gremlin is very popular, and I agree, she is. And I understand people like taking the trolls to a fucked up and nasty level in their appearance, but esp with Terezi

But I’ll say it.

I think Terezi IS pretty. I think and view her as a pretty troll (by troll standards, but, even still)

There’s just so many shots in the comic and fanart and I just think she looks ... Pretty. And I think a pretty girl CAN also simultaneously be a gross, disgusting little gremlin that freaks people out and unnerves them.

She has layers!

And I have mentioned that she isnt the most hygenic either, still. For example she doesn’t brush her teeth or hair everyday and probably bathes like everything 3 days give or take ... But, she’s still just pretty. She’s a pretty girl who digs her claws into the dirt to dig up worms to eat and I love her so much

[hittcr-a]

my favorite thing is in the radio job when eliot does die hard and immediately just. makes this face like ‘fuck they’re not going to buy this because this is fucking die hard this is why i’m not a goddamn grifter. why am i like this??’ but then they totally buy it so it’s fine. but like. i love it leave me alone. 

[toon-in-blue-blog]

I know it’s been a while ;;;)) My apologies on that...)) I miss Bonkers and i kinda miss roleplaying to))

[autisticcassandracain]

I'm bored so here's what I headcanon Duke's relationships to be like with the rest of the batfam, ordered from 'closest' to 'I'll take a different elevator':

Cass: I am biased but this does have canon backing! Duke canonically sees Cass as his sibling. They are incredibly mutually supportive and very emotionally open with each other. I think their relationship is very uncomplicated, which, in this family, is a rarity, and it's a rock they both like to lean on.

Bruce: Duke's the batkid with the least amount of baggage around Bruce. For the most part, Bruce has been a very reliable mentor for Duke, and Duke looks up to and respects him a lot. That said, I think Duke probably still has some lingering resentment over the amnesia stint, and is a little wary of Bruce shirking what Duke considers his duties as a result. I also don't think Duke sees Bruce as his dad, since Duke's parents are still alive and he doesn't want a different father. Bruce sees Duke as his son, though.

Alfred: Had a bit of trouble deciding between him and Damian, but I think that while Duke interacts with Damian more, Alfred wins in the trust and respect department. Due to Alfred's involvement in the Robin Collective, I think Duke respects him a lot, and unlike Bruce, there is no period of amnesia to taint it, really. That said, I also think Duke's acutely aware that Alfred's priority is Bruce first and everything else second, which means there'll always be something of a disconnect of priorities between them, since Duke believes Bruce's priority should be Batman/Gotham and is willing to hold him to that. Plus, Alfred is by nature reserved and hard to truly talk to. That said, ultimately, they understand each other very well and there's a lot of mutual respect between them.

Damian: The shitty little brother he never wanted. Duke sees through Damian's bullshit flawlessly and it makes Damian mildly uncomfortable to be Perceived that way, but it also makes communication very easy. That said, they only really talk deep emotional stuff when lives are at stake. Mostly they hang out and annoy each other like siblings ought to.

Jason: Duke exclusively dealt with reboot Jason, who is significantly chiller than preboot Jason, and who I know nothing about lmao. But they canonically get along just fine and are friends, even if they don't seem particularly close. I also think that, even if we were dealing with preboot Jason, Duke would be one of the chillest with him in the batfam, because Duke has no baggage with him. And while Duke's obviously anti-murder, he also doesn't have personal trauma related to it. I think Duke believes that there are worse things than death, and therefor understands Jason's philosophy better than a majority of the batfam. That said I also think that Duke would consider preboot Jason an idiot for thinking you can control drugs by murder.

Steph: The only reason she's ranked this low is bc they haven't interacted in canon. Duke and Steph would get along like a house on fire. Both have a riddle motive, both grew up poor, both had similar senses of cynicism starting out that grew into hope, both think Batman can fuck off if he wants to stop them from DIY-ing their vigilante identities, and also they're both adrenaline junkies. I think they'd mostly hang out without talking about Deep Stuff but they sure would be great friends!

Barbara: I'm talking preboot Oracle Barbara bc fuck you. Tbh I don't think they'd interact that much. Duke's got his own teach support, and there's just not that much reason for him to talk to Babs. That said I think he respects her a lot, and they could bond over having the Joker use them as pawns to take revenge on others, and having this be the catalyst for their vigilante identities.

Tim: He sure exists! Idk I just don't see them interacting that much.

Dick: I think Duke's kinda wary of Dick. Canonically, because Dick sold him out to the cops. If we discard that as OOC then I have no canon backing for this I just think it's funny if Duke's the one person in the batfam who, for some inexplicable reason, thinks Dick's vibes are rancid. Can't win 'em all, Dick.

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RISES THE MOON

leon s kennedy x reader // 2 // the home away from home

leon regenerated before you, and he started looking for you in the tree line. eventually catching sight of you, the two of you made eye contact, but you didn't come to the campsite. instead, you ran off in another direction, and leon had to follow you into the fog.

genre: angst, attempted fluff

tags: leon tries to help you, touch starved reader, cuddling, nightmares, jill may be ooc- idk how to write her in this situation tbh 😭

warnings: nightmares, ptsd themes, mentions of bullying, violence and death

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leon peeked into the small shack you inhabited in the woods. you had decorated it how you like and was quite cozy. you seemed busy, digging through your belongings that you kept in a chest. gently, the blonde knocks on your doorframe and you jump with a gasp, spinning around to see your fellow survivor. "sorry, i didn't mean to scare you." leon smiles sheepishly. "did anyone see you?!" you ask desperately, worry filling your eyes. "no, they were busy at the campsite." the cop furrows his brows, shuffling from foot to foot. "can i come in?" leon asks, keeping his voice soft. "i guess.." you mumble, remembering how desperate he was to help you. "nice place." his comment makes you a little flustered, and you look away bashfully. "thanks." you reply, sitting back down and continuing to sort supplies into med-kits and toolboxes.

leon sits behind you and crosses his legs, watching you carefully, something that made you grow nervous. "you have so much stuff." the blonde chuckles, hoping to ease your anxiety. "yeah... i used to hoard stuff for the other survivors before everything went bad." you shrug, "i see. perhaps we could help each other then." leon smiles, grabbing one of your med-kits to help. you let out a soft oh, glancing at the blonde on your right to carefully watch him. "hm?" he looks back at you and you fluster more, looking away. leon laughs a little, continuing to organise the kit how you were doing it. "you don't have to be so shy. i don't understand what's going on here yet, but i can keep you safe." leon says softly, glancing over at you again as he zips up the med kit. your lack of response makes the man nervous, and he gently rests his hand on your arm, hating how you flinch.

"i'll keep you safe, no matter what happens here. i'll help you and anyone else if they need it." leon's smile stumps you and you feel like crying. "you shouldn't even be here... if they find us then god knows what they'll do.." you whisper, putting your supplies away. "if who finds you?" leon asks, rubbing your arm softly. "them! all of them... anyone out there." you shudder, pulling your arm away as you move away slightly. "hey.. no one will hurt you, okay? i'll keep you safe. it's my duty, you have my word." he smiles sadly, pulling you against his chest to hug you. your breath catches in your throat, and you tense up. "it's okay. i'm gonna keep you safe." leon assures you, coddling your much smaller, malnourished form against his chest. you whimper softly, tears welling up in your eyes as you try to wiggle away from his burning touch. "it's okay.." leon soothes you, his fingers wiping away any tears.

eventually, you relax, clinging to his police vest with a few soft sobs. "is it really this bad?" leon whispers, his heart hurting for you. "yes..!" you cry, letting him hold you tightly. "hey, i have an idea." leon admits, and you hum softly, wet face staring up at him. "i can be your bodyguard so to speak, and my friend jill can keep you safe if i'm ever away." he smiles, seemingly happy with his suggestion. "i don't want anyone else getting hurt though.." letting out a small breath, you let his calloused, warm hand rest on your cheek, wiping away any tears. "we'll keep you safe and we have professional training in self defence. you shouldn't worry your pretty head." leon smiles at you, and you can't help but circle your arms around his waist to hold him closer. "thank you..." you whisper over and over again, a mantra that makes leon feel saddened for you.

"get some rest, you look like you need it." leon hushes your grateful rambling, and you fall silent as you huddle impossibly closer yet your eyes glance up at him for confirmation. "go on, i'll be here when you wake up. i'll keep you safe." the blonde assures you, and moves with you so he could bundle you up in your actually comfy cot. when the cop goes to sit down somewhere else, you sit up suddenly and catch his wrist. "don't go..." you beg, trying to pull him back to you. "please... please don't go..!" leon acts quickly as your breathing picks up. "okay, okay. i'll sit with you instead of on the floor." the officer smiles, heading back towards your bed.

when leon sits down, you can't help but try to press yourself under his arm so he would cuddle you. laughing at your attempt to slip under his arm like a needy kitten, leon wraps his arm around you securely. "you don't need my permission for this, y'know?" leon smiles, finding cute how you warmed up to his affection, however he couldn't help but also worry at your naivety to any positive touches. the officer felt like he had to protect you from any harms way, that he should hide you from the horrors of this world. but alas, all of it was out of his control and that was infuriating. "get some sleep." you hear leon whisper as he pulls your half asleep form up onto his lap and cuddles you against his chest. only humming in response, you eventually drift off and leon lets out a small sigh. "i'll keep you safe. i have to... it's my job!" leon speaks, despite knowing you can't technically hear him. "i have to make sure nothing happens to you whether it kills me or not. you're too precious." the blonde continues to monologue, before his own tiredness from a days worth of trials starts to get to him and he drifts off as well.

leon's brows furrow at the small noises that wake him up. he raises his head, neck aching from slouching over in and resting his head on you subconsciously. "y/n..?" he mumbles, becoming more awake when he realises your discomfort. you shuffle in his lap, distressed noises still falling from your lips. "hey, hey hey! it's okay, it's alright." leon shakes your shoulder softly, trying to be gentle with you. "y/n!" he calls a bit louder, finally jerking you awake with a startled inhale. you yelp and fall away from him, scrambling back with a wild look in your upset eyes. "don't hurt me! please don't hurt me!" you beg, keeping your hazy, tear-filled, sleepy eyes locked onto the figure in front of you. "hey, it's just me! it's leon, remember?" leon responds with a soft voice, slowly approaching you as if you were a wild animal. "leon..?" you whimper, blinking a few times and realising that it was in fact the blonde who looked deathly worried.

the man stretches out his arms for you, and you quickly rush for his comfort. you almost knock the poor cop over as you wrap your arms around his torso tightly. "it's okay, i've got you." leon lets out a small breath, rubbing your back as you cry against his uniform. "make it go away..! just make it all stop!" you cry loudly, hands gripping the back of the bullet proof vest leon adorned. "you're safe with me, i promise." leon offers instead, and you continue to shake with each desperate sob. "you poor thing... i'm not going to let anything get you anymore." leon sounds more sure of himself as you slowly calm in his warm embrace.

"please don't leave me alone." you whimper, feeling tired from crying. "i'm not going anywhere, okay? i'll stay with you for as long as i can." the blonde smiled, his fingers coming up to gently brush over your damp cheek. "i'm making it my duty to protect you whilst we try to figure a way out, okay? i'll keep you safe." you let out a sigh at his words. "thank you..." you whisper and the blonde laughs. "you shouldn't be thanking me." leon smiles, raising your head by your chin with his forefinger and thumb so he could look at you properly. you can't help but glance at his lips as he smiles at you, the air becoming more thick woth tension.

"there you are! jesus what the hell's happening in here?" a new, female voice that you didn't recognise chimed in, and the two of you jumped away from each other. "jill! thank god, are you alright?" leon smiles at the woman, and you follow him when he gets up to greet her. "i'm fine. who's this?" jill smiles at you softly. the aura around her was strong yet oddly comforting to you. "this is y/n. i'm going to be protecting them." leon declares to his friend. jill rolls her eyes. "he has quite the hero complex, doesn't he?" she jokes, whispering loudly as if leon couldn't hear her. you don't really respond, shuffling behind your new friend. "jill..." leon sighs, "don't worry, she's also here to help." you look at leon with uncertainty, and he smiles at you.

"sorry, didn't mean to be overbearing. i don't really know what else to do right now as it seems you're quite stressed. i'm jill valentine." the pretty woman extends her hand for you to shake, but you fully hide behind leon at her gesture. "be careful, they show signs of ptsd." leon scolds, and you feel a sense of comfort wash over your heavy mind. "oh! sorry... i'm still yet to find out what's going on here." jill laughs sheepishly, retracting her hand. "y/n, it's okay. jill's trustworthy." leon soothes you by taking his hand in yours, slowly coaxing you out to greet the woman.

"hello." jill smiles, now keeping her actions and tone soft to ensure she won't scare you. "hi..." you mumble, grabbing leon's wrist with your other hand for any sense of security. leon smiles, and looks back at jill. "jeez, they've really warmed up to you, huh?" jill jokes, and you're quick to jump to leon's defence. "he helps me!" you snap, but shrink back once you realise your outburst. leon rubs the back of your hand with his thumb comfortingly, and you relax slightly, but not fully. "it's alright. i didn't mean anything by it." jill raises her hands in faux surrender. "sorry..." leon says for you, as you seemed to have regressed to silence. "it's completely fine. nothing i haven't seen or dealt with before. i've got thick skin." jill smiles at you, and you feel your lungs deflate with relief that she isn't mad at you.

"come sit down, jill. we'll explain." leon gestures to the cot as you rest your head on his bicep. "sure." jill shrugs, following the two of you in, and settling down on the other end of the makeshift bed. when leon sits with his back against the wall, you curl up into his side, still uncertain of jill's company as the blonde speaks to her about what he's gathered so far.

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More Marauders stuff, this time with actual pages:

The gambling scene is hilarious and I greatly appreciate it, although it does feel a bit like Duggan, as usual, couldn’t think of anything important for Iceman, Pyro and Bishop to be doing, and so just shoved them all into a scene together.  But I was expecting that Pyro might not even show up in this issue, so thanks for small favors.  I’ll say, it seems in character for Pyro (who probably started the game), and Shinobi, not so much for Bishop and Iceman.  Bobby seems like he’s been good-naturedly letting himself get dragged into whatever sleazy shit Pyro gets up to (like the scene of them selling the stolen boat in an early issue), so him being there isn’t OOC for how Duggan has been writing him.  Bishop is more straight-laced, and is a Captain of Krakoa, so I’d expect him to be engaging more with important visitors and helping with security, but maybe he decided let his hair down for an evening.  I do kinda like the idea that Pyro has become total bros with Iceman and Bishop, since the three of them are usually shown hanging out together.  Maybe one of the themes of Marauders is that Pyro has been “corrupting” Iceman and Bishop as much as they’ve been a good, redemptive influence on him.  

Also love the Sean and Emma moment! 

First of all, Shinobi’s outfit is the most boring, understated piece of garbage....this is a dude who was dressing like a gay pirate back in the 90′s, you expect me to believe he’d wear something so plain for THE high-class mutant event of the year?  Shinobi should be peacocking it up with Iceman and Prodigy, and Magneto and everyone else who wore something daring.

More importantly, why is Shinobi now acting like Emma’s obedient little lap dog?  When Shinobi was first resurrected, Sebastian told him (untruthfully) that Emma and Kate were responsible for his murder.  As far as I know that’s never been dealt with.  There was a moment in an earlier issue when Emma seemed to scan Shinobi’s mind to determine that he was not directly involved with Kate’s murder, so she’s been going soft on him, but I don’t see why Shinobi is cooperating with Emma.  From Shinobi’s perspective, he was brought back to life and told that Emma Frost is his enemy, responsible for his death, and he’s been plotting against her with his father.  His father has now wound up in a wheelchair after a very obvious beat-down, and is getting pushed around everywhere by Emma who is clearly gloating and twisting the knife.  Does Shinobi not have a few questions about that, even assuming that Sebastian, for some reason, didn’t tell him what happened?  I would expect Shinobi to be biding his time and continuing to plot, while not trusting Emma for a second.  And maybe we’ll find out that’s what he’s been doing, but right now this is weird.  Shinobi seems to have automatically fallen onto Emma’s side, but there’s no reason for it?  I’m torn, because I like the redemptive turn for Shinobi, I think he’s a very sympathetic character.  I like him being on the Marauder’s side, but I want it to actually make sense. 

Also, LOL at Sebastian sitting there pouting like a toddler.  He’s a cranky old man for this entire issue.  Not sure how that contributes to the story, though.  For someone who clearly dislikes and has no respect for Sebastian, Duggan certainly seems to put him into the story a lot. 

This is a nice little scene, and it’s nice to see Emma acknowledge the whole crew (especially after Kate’s resurrection party, when she got a special “thank you” from the mutants that the Marauders had rescued as if she and she alone deserved all the credit). 

But what the hell is Fenris doing there?  WHY are they even in this book?  @sebastianshaw​ already had a great rant about why it makes no sense for Emma and Kate to willingly work with them, and I’ve mentioned before that their presence in the book seems utterly pointless.  I’m sure Duggan is actually planning to use them at some point, but he’s taking his sweet time about it.  If I were Callisto or Pyro or Bishop in that scene, I’d wonder why Fenris was at the toast when they’ve never even been shown working with the Marauders or the Hellfire Trading Co (only with Sebastian and Shinobi in what I thought was a secret arrangement).  What exactly do the twins do?  What is their job description?  And why are they there instead of Bobby and Christian, conspicuously missing, who actually have been going on missions with the crew.  Are they off panel actually having a serious conversation about their relationship, which Duggan will never let them do on panel?  Are they making out in a closet somewhere?  I’d like to believe that Bobby isn’t there because he’s doing something important in another issue/book (obviously there’s a lot of things happening at the Gala stretching across many books), but I’m not holding my breath. 

Also, Callisto’s dress is so blah.  I thought Jumbo Carnation liked her.  I mean, it’s nice, but just...dull.  Like Shinobi’s outift.  I do notice that they’ve got most of the crew in Hellfire colors - either red, white or black, which is neat.  I’m assuming the Pyro’s outfit is because red is one of his signature colors, not because he has an official position (like Bishop being the Red Bishop or Callisto as White Knight), but it also kinda shows his allegiance to Kate.  

As usual, this turned into a salt post from me.  It actually IS a fun issue.  Marauders is generally a very fun series, and Duggan is good at giving nice moments to the characters that he takes an interest in.  I’m just....baffled at some of his pacing and storytelling decisions, in terms of what he chooses to emphasize.  He’ll plant plot seeds and then let them sit for ages with no apparent payoff, but other plot elements will come up abruptly, out of nowhere.  There was no in-story lead-up to Storm leaving the group, and the farewell issue didn’t even give us a reason why, it was just taken as a given.  And while that issue was a wonderful tribute to Storm, it also felt like a cop-out, insisting that yes, all the Marauders have totally bonded with Storm and she is very important to them, showing scenes that we mostly never saw in the book before.  Iceman and Christian have their relationship, whatever it may be, take place mostly in background panels.  Bishop has one moment (in King in Black) where he is torn between his duty as a Captain and his role as a Marauder crew member, then it’s never mentioned again.  Pyro suddenly makes an awkward comment about how he is starting to regret his violent past and sees his time in the Marauders as restitution, but there’s been no hint of that before, no real indication that his attitude is changing.  The Yellowjacket storyline could have been an interesting complication, but it gets resolved very quickly, in an issue that is mostly not about Pyro himself at all, and when he calls the Marauders his “friends” in that issue, it feels forced.  I think Duggan is trying to give the boys something to do, but he lets them sit in the background so often that their development moments feel inorganic and rushed.  Meanwhile, plot elements like Fenris, and whatever Shinobi and Christian have been getting up to get seeded far in advance, then just sit in the book and fester.  Maybe this will all make sense when Duggan’s run is finished and we see what he’s been planning.  Maybe there will be great payoff for all of this.  But right now, it all feels very uneven. 

Anyways, don’t mind my usual bitching.  If you want to see Emma walking around both looking and being fabulous, it’s a great issue.  Lots of nice little moments, and political intrigue, and a cameo by obscure character Rhapsody.  I know we’re only one issue into the Gala, so presumably more interesting things will happen.      

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do you think jay's character and upstead will be further ruined so completely ooc? i don't understand how that would sell jay hailey not calling/in touch... now i understand why jesse and tracy didn't put a signature on 10x03 so hashtags and was completely blank... do you think tracy would drop out? because if so it should have been published already or do you think it would be kept secret? do you think tracy's #upsteadforever was a sign or not?

Hi, sorry it has taken me so long to answer this.

Hot take here, I actually don't think a lot of what we are seeing and what we have seen is OOC. I've said this before, but I get where they were coming from with Jay's exit arc. Personally, knowing what I know about the military, I don't think he's full active duty again. He's a lot older than he was when he first did his spins. Also, I don't think people have really touched on this aspect about his characters, but back in the earlier seasons, with Mouse, we know there was some sort of attack on his convoy and they both were injured in some way. It could have lead to an honorable medical discharge - which, it can be hard to rejoin the military on one of those. It's not impossible, it's just a lot of hoops to jump through. Add in the injuries he's sustained while being a cop and it would make it that much harder. So, all of that to say, I think he's working as a DOD contractor with a specific contract. He's employed by the Army but isn't in the Army. Ok, I'll get off that soapbox now. All of that to say, Jay's choices made some sense to me. There are little aspects of it though, like not talking to Hailey about it, him leaving that night, parts of the first two episodes, etc., that I do struggle with but I think the things that I am unhappy about are all because of pacing and the fact it was only three episodes. If we had been given 9 episodes like SVU did for Kelli, I think we all might feel a little bit different about the exit.

The not calling/getting in touch is a hard one for me. While I can see where there would be logistical issues for them to communicate, he's not in a full war zone like he was before. As someone who travels frequently for work out of the country, I know that cell phones work everywhere. He could be in more remote places where cell service is hard to come by, but there are satellite phones for a reason. I lean on the side that the show is doing/saying they aren't talking for shock value, and to add to Hailey's arc this season. I don't really like it, I don't think it's really per se in character for the two of them, but it is what it is. (That's why I write come back, be here).

Tracy and Jesse are smart. They know what they are doing with social media, even when they don't use it all that much. I think it's a little telling and says somethings when they didn't tag the show, or use any hashtags like they have done in the past. I'm not going to elaborate on it here because this is already long, but I think you can tell they aren't very happy with the circumstances.

I waiver back and forth on whether she will stay or go, it does depend on the day. I'm linking an ask I've answered about Tracy going/staying because that answer is wordy too.

As far as timing with her, my best assumption knowing the little I do about entertainment contracts is usually when you sign on for a new show you sign a 5-7 year contract. If it's a pilot episode, that means IF the show gets picked up. Tracy was in a different spot because PD was already syndicating through seasons. So, signing in between seasons 4-5 would probably lead to her initial contract being up for renewal at the end of 10. (I'll also add that the show is up for renewal this year, so I would also assume more of the cast is up for renewal, not just her.) So.... I think right now, she's more or less tethered to finishing out season 10. That would mean we probably wouldn't hear just yet if she's renewing or not. I wouldn't expect to hear anything until after we get word about the show getting renewed or not, which I think will probably be around May time, when Upfronts usually occur.

And, to conclude, I firmly believe in the #UpsteadForever tag. If they wanted to do something drastic with Jay or Upstead, I do think they would have already done it before he left. They continued to keep them married and are continuing to have her wear her ring... They aren't doing that for kicks and giggles. I really do believe the lines, "We're good, and we're always gonna be good." (And the fact it applies to them in their partnership, relationship, and marriage).

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LFRP: Jared Stone [Balmung]

Basic Information:

Full Name: Jared Stone Gender: Male Age: 25 Race: Midlander Hyur Birthplace: Ul’dah Current Residence: Ul’dah

General Character Info:

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Relationship Status: Open Polyamorous Dating Patrons: Azeyma and Nald’thal Occupation: Brass Blades of the Balsam Extracurricular: Miner, Personal Escort Notable Features: Typically seen in the uniform that marks him as an Ul’dahn city guard, wearing a red and black turban with a leather visor, reddened brass chain mail armor, and a scimitar. He has a scar along his right cheek. Jared carries himself a bit differently than a typical Brass Blade, more upright and martial. He's no sellsword. Physical Appearance: 5′11″, 220 ponze, with warm-toned and lightly tanned skin, medium-length brassy blonde hair, dark brown eyes, and a smattering of freckles. He has a broad and well-muscled frame from years of training. He is well-toned but not particularly bulky. Personality: Under the mask, Jared’s face is pleasant and friendly. He looks too nice to be in his line of work. He looks, perhaps, a bit on the gullible side. Jared has a genuine desire to be helpful, but is easily distracted by anything flashy or pretty. He believes in chivalry as a virtue, but one he typically fails to attain. Jared is a smart man, until he suddenly isn't. He's also a massive idiot, until he suddenly isn't.

Hooks:

Reluctant Brass Blade: Jared’s patrol takes him all over the city, from Pearl Lane to the Ruby Road Exchange to the Chamber of Rule. I’m open to all types of RP along this avenue -- he could rescue your character, he could arrest your character, he could break up a fight or investigate a crime for you. He can also be bribed by you to look the other way, assuming your character can come up with sufficient means or a compelling argument to convince him. Have fun with it.

Disgraced Sultansworn: Those among the ranks of the Sultansworn might remember a promising trainee -- a legacy, whose father Samuel was a highly regarded Sultansworn elite who died in the line of service about ten turns ago -- who was disbarred from the Order a few years ago on an accusation of dereliction of duty. By all accounts, the lurid details of how he lost his standing are hot, unforgiving, and quite scandalous. But the rumors are blown out of proportion, right? They must be. Nobody’s that stupid.

Immortal Flames Animosity: Jared has an open distaste for the Immortal Flames as an institution and for anyone who bears its symbol as an officer, with very few notable exceptions. He will actively disrupt any investigation into civilian matters that he believes is outside the Flames' jurisdiction as a military force. Rivals? Could be fun.

Private Guard: Though he's picky about who he takes personal guard contracts from, Jared has been known to lend his sword and shield to individuals for private business, adventuring, and security escort needs. He won't agree to be anyone's permanent bodyguard, but he might just be your man for short-term or one-off endeavors.

Dancer for Hire (18+): Not content with his guard's salary, Jared also moonlights in some less than reputable places. While attending a show at a dimly lit bar on the outskirts of Ul'dah called the Songbird's Lounge, your character may have seen Jared working as a shirtless bartender or dancer. Buy a drink from him, put gil down on a private dance, or just enjoy the show.

Pearl Lane Reputation: Anyone who spends time listening to the chatter in Pearl Lane may have heard Jared's name come up in conversation once or twice. He's often the unwitting subject of outlandish rumors, and your character may have heard something scandalizing, unbelievable, or simply incredible about Jared. There's a 50/50 chance it's true. Feel free to make something up and confront him about it!

OOC:

Server: Balmung/Crystal DC Timezone: EST -- Available weekday late evenings and all day on weekends. Carrd: jaredstone.carrd.co -- Please read for more OOC details on what I do/don’t enjoy in RP.

Hard Limits: • I will not roleplay with players or characters who are under the age of 18. • I will not roleplay with people who use transphobic terms like "trap" or "futa". • I don't want to join your cop FC. I actually hate cops. Contact: In-game on Jared Stone@Balmung, thatsadorbsyo#6895 on Discord, or Tumblr IM to @shay-ooc.​

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