#uuuuh this post got away from me

[asteriskemily]

White Collar x DC this

DC x Danny Phantom that

Fuck It! Cut Out The Middle Man! White Collar x Danny Phantom!!!

You think Danny Fenton wouldn’t go on the run from [insert problem here] and accidentally find himself phasing through the Louvre? And well if he wants to grab a souvenir on his way out, who can blame him? St. George and The Dragon, don’t mind if I do. And if this just keeps happening, well he could make a career out of this. He can get into any vault and he’s gotten pretty darn good at lying over the past few years. Meet Danny….Brooks. Yeah Danny Brooks (or George Devoure, or Nick Halden, or Neal Caffrey)

You think Danielle “Elle” Phantom wouldn’t be going about her business traveling the world and decide to settle down in New York for a bit? Well oh no now there’s an FBI agent questioning her. And Oh Shit now he’s looking into her (entirely fabricated) background. And OH FUCK… he asked her out? Well, might as well and oops now they’re married, wonder how she’s gonna explain the whole half-dead clone thing.

Give Me ghosts fucking up fbi ops, Give Me June Ellington being an Old Friend of Ida Manson, Give Me Sam and Tucker trading who plays the roll of Kate, Give Me Neal!Danny and Peter!Val, Give Me Danny conning his way into a fancy party and Vlad is there! GIVE ME MOZZIES A LITERAL GHOST!!!

[fanatical4creation]

INVERTED! Insanity and Killer

Hey i'll tell ya a secret, i give duo names to my characters, this is the Insaneduo (this is what qsmp has done to me). Anyway, now "FANATICAL WHY ARE THEY-" shhh sh sh i'll explain, that's what this post is for. Btw this drawing is OLD but yet useful, the only change i'd do is Insanity's eye, it's in the wrong side.

Let's start with Killer or Kiki (do you love me?) for the most intimate, he's from an alternative timeline called Something changed, based on the comic/au Something New originally created by @/rahafwabas. Something Changed is an AU where the human get bored from Sans' face and change the sprites Underswap's, i mean he surely wanted something new eh? (ba dum tss)

That's all. Pfft-there's nothing new that's why the name is Something Changed, would it be to fit the swap theme or the story itself

Now let's talk about Insanity shall we? He's originally created by Zero danteero, he's... uuuuh he's something new.... ok i'll stop- anyway he still have his classic story it's just his visuals that changed, i guess... BUT here's the thing y'know Nifty from Hazbin? That's him, but he rarely talks, he's more like an animal but still an insane maniac, he walks all curved and everything he's a insane beast.

Btw i'll probably re-do Insanity, bc he's too complicated to draw and i want to animate him, so expect a new design on him.

Story:

Nightmare found both of them in their own universes there's not much to talk about Insanity's bc it's like-... It's like how a kennel takes in a dog, lmao 😭. But both Kiki and Sane causes a lot of trouble when they first came in to Nightmares place... th-the omega timeline.

Nightmare wanted to make a prision in the OmegaTimeline to contain them "oh but Fanatical that's so dumb" everyone knows, he tried to convince everyone it wasn't and he failed bc "the evil only prevails if the good fails" as he says, but it's mainly bc "against facts there are no arguments." as i say.

The Insaneduo come together in every mission, it's the assassin and the damage dealer (🤓), they're almost perfect but they need another one to complete the trio, who would it be?...

"FANATICAL WHY ARE THEY USING ELETRONIC ANKLES???" Well, remember the prision i mentioned Nightmare wanted to do? Yup. Nightmare did it anyways but hidden from everybody else, i still don't know if Core is omniscient or not so i'm working on it.

The ankles are to make sure they don't scape or get close to the the OmegaTimeline city thing or the doors, since the prision is way way way far away from the city bc-.. y'know, it's an empty void, and it's underground, y'know i've seen an livestream from FmsDraws that he says if you dig to the ground of the void of the OT it'll be all black and with inverted gravity, so i'm still working on how it looks, but i got some concepts...

That's all u need to know for now, maybe everything changes bc i'm still learning about OmegaTimeline, so be patient for fucks sake.

Killer sans (c) @/rahafwabas

Insanity sans (c) Zero danteero (idk which social media he/she/they are)

[the-sprog]

The titles of 3 and 4 of your WIP post intrigue me so much, could you tell me a bit more about them?? Thank you Sprog !! 🐻‍❄️🍄😽

Thank you!! Ok so, Number 3: That's not tubular.

This is a Camp Camp fic I started writing but wrote so little of that I didn't even get to the prompt part of it 😅 It's supposed to be about David dagging de-aged by Harrison to when he first joined Camp Campbell! The episode where David tells Max the tale of his and Jasper, telling him about how much of a sourpuss he was, how much he used to be like Max, and Max being like "Yeah you made that up just to make me like camp", is why I wanted to write this. There's some magic bullshit in this show that I think gets overlooked too much.

Harrison made his brother disappear, we should talk about that more.

So I wanted to use this to get Angsty!David and Max to meet. The plan I had for this was to basically give Max a rival. Someone who threatens his place as the one at the top of the food chain. Until they find a way to get him back to Regular!David, that is.

I enjoy writing Max. He's a little kid who's had to grow up too fast and trying his hardest to make everyone hate him, but failing miserably. While David is kinda... refreshing for me. He's unapologetically optimistic to a fault.

It's called "that's not tubular" because uuuuh basically David as a child called people squares, even though it's slang from like the late 40s. And the way people react in the show it's like he swore real bad. So I wanted to use more old slang, and in a situation where tiny!david has to react to something he doesn't like, I feel like tubular would get said.

I'm struggling to choose a snippet for this fic because I haven't touched this idea in... some time... and my punctuation and epithets usage has gotten significantly better in the meantime.

The first one to pick had been Neil, then Space Kid, Erid, Dolph, and so on and so forth, until everyone had a straw in their hands. Max glanced at the other kids’ straws, realizing that David didn’t really understand how drawing straws is supposed to work. All of the straws, but one, have to be the same length. Instead, each camper had in their hand straws of all sizes, making it extremely difficult to figure out who had won. They took some time, comparing each straw, and concluded that Harrison had been the winner of their game.

Numer 4: Ghost for a day (or two)

This one is a sequel to a Danny Phantom fic I published, "Point of Capture". At the end of that fic, Danny is inside a cage and is being dragged to his parents' lab to do some test. In "Ghost for a day (or two)" Danny accepts a truce to let them do non invasive tests to learn more about ghosts and give him a chance at redemption.

He runs away with a power dampener on him.

I got the point of him reaching Sam and Tuck when he escapes. Even though he accepted the truce, he wasn't sure how the dampener would work, so he decides to leave, regroup, and then if it turned out to be truly safe, he'd go back to the Fentons to help them learn more.

This sequel would be about Danny going about his day stuck as Phantom (I know that canonically when he loses his powers he detransforms, but it's less that he loses them and more like he can't access them. So he can't transform) but trying not to make anyone notice while he goes to school and fights ghosts, while also trying to find a way to get his powers back. And also about some headcanons about the philosophy of death in a world where ghosts exist. As well as an exploration of how the Fenton parents think when it comes to ghost morality.

The title is kinda self explainatory, I feel like. Danny gets stuck in ghost mode and it takes longer than he expected to get his powers back.

This wip also suffers from having been written 3 years ago. I haven't touched it since. The punctuation is horrible, especially when it comes to dialogue tags.

His dad reached closer to the cage and freed him. Danny eyed the portal, then his parents who were at that moment preoccupied with setting up their equipment. “I’m sorry” he murmured, then ran to the portal’s button and pressed it. Getting pricked in the finger so many times is starting to get on his nerves. The sound of the opening portal caused his parents to turn around, and his mom to run towards him. Danny didn’t spare any time and jumped inside the green swirl. He said ‘sorry’ again, that time louder than before, after seeing the disappointment and confusion in his father's eyes. It hurt. But he can’t risk it.

I really want to touch up these two fics again. I think there's some real fun to be had, especially with the DP one.

[magnuficent76]

Uuuh hiiiii for the oc asks!!!!! So, how old, best memories, hobbies and gender+sexualitt for uuuuh Archer Mary and Luis but you can do more. Or less. Or pick and choose. Have fun!!!

[ From this ask meme ! ]

HIIII !!!!! OKAYSSSS :] !!! tysm for the QUESTIONS !!!

🌼 How old are they ? [Or approximate age range]

🎹 Do they have any hobbies ?

❤️ What is one of your oc's best memories ?

💚 What is your Oc's gender identity and sexuality ?

[-> Archer

🌼 Caede Tales characters give me a tricky time to answer this, because the story is told over the course of their entire lives, but by the time the story really starts going (Aka, Archer is joining Maliwan), he's about 29 while Joey is 25 !

And for the last time he's seen, he's around 40 something.

🎹 No <3 [/hj] But for a serious answer ! Archer isn't someone who has a lot of hobbies, he's usually too busy with work to really have his attention dispersed, but when he is stationary for a certain amount of time and work slows down, he likes writing poems in post-it notes and then bringing them home to collage em together. He says it's just to make time pass faster, but he does genuinely enjoy writing and reading. Otherwise, he's usually just working.

❤️ One time, when Archer was a kid– no older than 13– he and Jonah were out and about for a little mission with their dad, but they couldn't go back home right away, so they had to sleep on a tent outside. Their dad fell asleep pretty fast, so for most of that time they were together, playing and talking and trying to tire themselves out. They eventually got to lying down, and seeing the stars so clearly above them, with only the other brother to keep them company now, was really kind of a foundational experience. They both promised that no matter what, at some point, they would make it to those stars, and they'd both shine just as brightly for other kids in Pandora to marvel at, so maybe a few of them gets inspired to change the world too.

But you know, silly childhood dreams.

💚 "WHAT? [Clearing throat] I mean. I don't know what either of these mean, so who the hell are you to ask that? Both of those sound like very private business, if I had to guess, so I won't be taking further questions. Get out of my office." [He is NOT Cishet that's for sure]

[-> Maria

🌼 Maria is about 54! She ages very gracefully in the sense she's happy about growing old, since so many people in the planet don't get that luxury most of the time. She dies at about 71, not long after Lucio, but at least she didn't die alone like he did.

🎹 Oh Maria has plenty of hobbies, that you can be sure ! Gardening, weaving, playing violin (usually with her kids), cooking, anything to keep the hands busy and the brain focused in a task. It's not wise to leave yourself unoccupied when your head is full of thoughts Constantly, and Maria is all too familiar with it. Thankfully there's always something that needs doing in the house and in the town in general !

❤️ One of the most special memories in Maria's life is getting to escape her old clan, leaving with Lucio in this special, once in a lifetime romance with someone she was sure would bring her happiness, seeing the world she used to know expand its borders so much farther than she thought they could... it was a weird adaptation, but it felt like her life actually had purpose now, that she would get to help people elsewhere, and bring some good to the otherwise very violent wasteland she called home. It was a choice for certain, and one she never regretted.

💚 "Oh, I don't know much about that... I don't know many of the terms! Is there some kind of guide? I figure I could tell you better if there was!" [Cis Biromantic !]

[-> Luis

🌼 In a quantifiable, human-adjacent age ? He's been stuck in his 30's for a while. In actuality ? About 3 Million and some, but in this reincarnation he's around 328.

🎹 Working out, and anything that includes moving his body (Parkour, hiking, running, you name it). Luis is the kind of guy who hikes the everest without any gear and then returns home a month after like "wow, that was refreshing". He's extremist and won't hesitate to remind you several times by running around in the woods in the dark for fun. Otherwise he usually either cooks or plays videogames with his housemates.

❤️ <3 That's A Spoiler And I Won't Tell You <3

💚 "Who's askin', the pride police? Unless we're gettin' to business you ain't gotta know." [Bisexual and Cis... Probably.]

[ineptlydrawnnep]

Pinned Info

I see most 'badlydrawnhomestuck' tumblrs have pinned posts that are pretty handy for explaining stuff so! Here's mine :oo!!!

Hello! Im Dre, I go by they/them, am an adult, and my main Homestuck blog is @dreadedender. I got into doing this because I've been doodling so much of Nep after getting into a really cool server with fellow adult Homestuck nerds. I had been assigned her, and us getting to hang out while playing into our chars has been so fun! X33

As my header says, I will prefer to interact with fellow adult-ran blogs, please <:33 I won't post NS/FW HERE AT ALL but it's just my preference 👉 👈

Some of my doodling will come from stuff that was said/done with my friends because I love our dynamics! ^o^ The way I view us is, as being alt selves in a chiller timeline away from canon; one where we all just kinda met, grouped up and started hanging out. At least, that's the idea for it :33 Some extra stuff to keep in mind:

I will sometimes nickname my Nepeta Drepeta because the pun is so perfect! Likewise I will let slip my Dre puns in my post just cuz >:33c

I will be tagging wholesome Nep friendships as 'pale romance' because I like giving crumbs to Nepeta ships, and I don't see my Nep as being moirals with Equius :oo This doesn't mean I wont sometimes draw Meowrails stuff, or that I don't like it (I LOVE IT!!), but as it stands, I've got some pretty cute stuff with Nep and other chars too that I like exploring <:33

There isn't a set storyline or anything. I just wanna vibe so far, but I welcome any rping that may come my way! ^w^

Anyways, uuuuh, yeah! I hope yall enjoy Nepeta with me! <:33

[chameleon-on-lsd]

Tatort Zürich E3 - E7 liveblogging

Episode 3 (Schattenkinder)

Love how tessa rides the bike to the crime scene and then doesn‘t get to ride with the car. They could‘ve loaded it, p sure that isabella has a prett normal car and not a police cruiser with equipment in the back, right? Noah ily so much. ‚Uf sim pc hets paar cooli games […]‘ ‚völlig kränk‘ !!!!!! Baby boy, ily Tessa‘s eyebrows are very intense this episode „Noah, es ist spät, hast du kein zuhause?“ xDD „äh doch“ Lmao what kind of reaction is ‚luegsch pornos?‘ from charlie to tessa not reacting right away to a question xd Lol isabelle. But also i love her eating his food in the kitchen. And I forgot his name again „Putain, tessa“ lmao What parking structure is that?? Never seen it before The art dude is wearing a very jazzy sweater. Almost Baby Genius like I love how isabelle‘s red-brown holster matches her red turtleneck sweater Yes, let‘s go party with the suspect Lmao tessa, that was the MOST obvious ‚talking into lapel mic‘ ever. Girlie, don‘t go undercover Aww love how Milan is being a server. What does your catering job include lmao AND THEN TESSA LEAVES THE DOOR OPEN WHILE SNEAKING AWAY. Get that woman some training Lmao tessa. 1A ablenkig. How to distract pretentious art wanker? The Arts!!! Just sing a little ditty (She‘s good tho) Also, another woman flirting with grandjean/ott lmao Holy fuck the tension ???!!!!! They actually almost kiss?? ‚Bini der z schnell?‘ fjalshdlal I FORGOT THAT ISABELLA HAS TO LISTEN TO THAT!!!!! W O W Lmao she just insta-installed something? I like the editing of all the different voice-overs in this one Whew max‘s actor Lmao smoking indoors? I guess the police is altmodisch but come on guys SHARING THE CIGARETTE!!!! (Almost sad that hörk don‘t get to share) !!! I figured out like half a second before the reveal that kyomi is the daughter lol Cries, the dad just looks so happy. No old man, don‘t make me cry, you‘re supposed to be a monster Damn bitch, that matte blue/purple car tho. Holy shit. (Also we do just keep with the suicide plots for zurich tatort huh. Are we this depressed??) Awww, cute tess and isabella moment

Episode 4 (Risiken mit Nebenwirkungen)

Lmao the lawyer with the super sassy ‚unzueläässssig‘ Will we finally get an episode without suicide mention? You live on a boat? What are we? Amsterdam? I already don‘t remember the 3rd title caard Isabelle walks onto the boat, instantly touching 3 surfaces lmao. Cool that she got offered gloves like 5 seconds later tho lol „Also = game over“, gamer boy noah lives on Lmao the boss of the lawyers: ‚chani ihne öppis ahbiete? Gin? Single malt?‘ Guess that‘s one way to do business Lmao just quoting law articles to eachother God, i‘m pretty sure they said it before but the sentence ‚folge dem geld oder dem sperma‘ made me half-choke so loud my cat woke up „der sah aus wie ein jammerlappen“ lmao get roasted hot lawyer (Praise kink!noah unlocked. Too bad I don‘t know who to ship him with and I hate reader insert) God that pharma conference is SO wanky We really just don‘t do subtitles huh? (It was a very easy english phone call but like) Uuuuh, does hit lawyer have a conscience? The pharma lady reminds me of that phony pharma lady. Theranos??Mhhh electro porsche Lmao noah losing his shit at his own doing …why is isabelle riding in the ambulance when the attack happend in front of the house? Where the stay at home mom is??? „Sie weiss bscheid“ and she doesn‘t care???! Aw charlie Still don‘t understand how it took the mom so long to get to the hospital NOAH XDDD (Also how did I not see a field day of posts about ‚tessa ott, du bist so hot‘ ??!) Also their reaction??? Also noah, truly a man of the people, writing fanfic on company time and using company equipment !!!!! Isabelle offering to drive tessa! (Under the guise of her not having a light, shush. Also tessa calling her ‚mami‘ lmao) Also the fucking fact that tessa keeps insisting on driving without a helmet!!! Christ „Du bisch en fucking nobody“ lol DAMN professor doesn‘t fuck around Awww the srf radio show Prime tower has fucking glass security gates inside?? What is actually housed in there?! Noah… that is your best work? I guess if you squint hard enough Jesus christ, everyone be killing xD Help the cringe is cringing ;-; xD

Episode 5 (Seilschaft)What the fuck is this english speech? Why do I feel like I know that actor‘s face? Tessa is not a great friend lmao What. The. Fuuuuuck Lmao isabelle again with the ‚you live here?!‘ inquiries (‚hat ihr tesla kein strom mehr?‘ to ms staatsahwältin) Lmao and the next lady to flirt with grandjean What the fuck was that greeting between fedpol guy and staatsahwältin? The french just for shits and giggles xD they literally didn‘t need to do that Have we ever seen inside grandjean‘s home? Wow. That is fucking horrifying. Thanks for showing it with such a banger of background music Aww isabelle's götti Slowly piercing together the ‚tessa was abused‘ backstory I see ‚Hast du hunger?‘ ‚ich will zu dir‘ different kind of hunger lmao ‚Jemand den du gut kennst‘ Aww bless charlie Christ tessa You‘re such a bitch lmao Of course charlie relapses in this environment Also love how boxing clubs are rife cop show material Noah my scruffy beloved Aaaa and he doesn‘t wanna say something wrong around tessa Poor baby boy. ‚Das staht doch da! ;-;‘ Kerim bby Noah‘s hair is SO good That‘s a fucking huuuuge schrebergarte …which protokoll?? Tessa looks so unkempt this episode lmao Poor bbies Aww she apologized Lmao that girl is wearing double denim as in ‚two denim jackets‘. Why ‚Huere komisch‘ Man that girl loves denim Hello hot police officer Lmao ‚watch.ch/watch‘ Is it.. child SA ? Again?? ‚Schnapped sie ihn und packed sie ihn ade eier!‘ xd Mov.ch/watch Slightly better, still odd Also, casually browsing child SA material in an open plan office? Weird, tessa Whew boy that was a lot ….are we heading into another suicide? I still don‘t know where tf I know his face from Oh hey, another rooftop scene W E L P another one bites the dust (on her own terms) Also lmao the fucking death pose. What was that comic meme? Family guy? Fidjsjskd The Hug. Finally Aaaaa söft Akdkfhdhsksjd De fucking blickwechsel vo grandjean und ott, ih dem softe liecht. The sapphic of it all

Episode 6 (Blinder Fleck)

Warum fahred ihr en vogel gassi? Achso, tierarzt Gross fucking moustache btw A kid case. For grandjean. Whooooo boy Good hair from botj ladies currently …..she would be sitting in her mom‘s piss…. Death is not pretty Oooo. Biker is also dead Bitch loves the forest. And his drone. And birds Lmao ‚ghat‘s?‘ at tessa dying after walking up the stairs How are you holding the child? Oh she is holding you Cries …oh the forstarbeiter didn‘t find the biker duse, they were talking about the others Aaaaand bird!guy knows bike!guy Isabelle, what the fuck was that sentence? Good look, noah (i do miss his ugly ties a bit) Lmaaooooo the fucking american deutsch with the weird r‘s xDD Lmao that fucking bird is just going on a weltreise Oh they were trying to bring it back to the kid, makes sense. And she‘s like?? This biih?! Aww milan Also, to be serenaded by two loving people? IMAGINE Aw isabelle. You‘re trying to use milan. Shame on you Also fully don‘t understand his backstory. Zeugenschutz?? Lol tessa playing peekaboo with the bird Wow… both those extras are doing…rough acting jobs Aaaaa noah outside! xD He left his IT den I don‘t like the banker lady Noah bby, y u so pretty Lmao lars. Way go be fucking creepy. And in danger Awww noah calling bird!guy DAMN. What a fucking outfit from bird guy ….you wanna tell me that tessa follows the traffic laws to a T? Absolutely not Mhhh microwave sketti and fake fanta xD And insta-triggered herself Frau staatsahwältin is so confounded by kids lmao Same tho What do you mean ‚er het nöd chöne cho‘?? He left after seeing the kid (which i kinda expected) but wut Lmao bird!guy keeping on flirting with tessa Seeleverwandt with birds. My guy, you‘re fucked …weird bank things are happening ‚Du kennsch mi sit 2 johr‘….. fully expected a longer time. 2 yrs is… nothing God those actors both look like leather couches …why we gotta see them make out Lmao bird!guy Interesting acting choices from both luca and ada. And with interesting I mean cringe Nice use of ‚police data bases take 2 seconds to find results‘ Awww milan baby boy. His love language is def food He calls her IsabellA right?? Guess that‘s why I was confused at some point with her name And you walked right into that one isabelle Ooooooh. Combat drone?? Amazing Lmao love the drone shots that are super unrealistic. You‘d hear that fucker, you can‘t stalk someone Background person with purple hair! (At least it looked so in the 0.5 they were on screen xD) They use ‚clear‘ as signal for cleaning rooms? Interesting Ada‘s garden is very nice But lol lars and ada are both weird JESUS!!!!!!!! A fucking axt to the head??? That was so graphic holy shit xD That kid has such a creppy stare lmao Damn luca, you‘re going on a rampage Damn mr jail man, you look good Bit of a weird beard but still hot ….the fact that tessa is allowed to go to a person of interest alone is so wild… like she's ready to engage and doesn‘t have a partner with her?? No buddy system??! How would any of this hold up in court? Do we not require that? Kill drone engage! Schön am walche kino verbi xD Aww and the landesmusuem ..how is noah supposed to find it exactly? You go grandma Is luca gonna shoot himself….. Or jump…. Come ON guys Can we have more episodes without suicides/attempts? This is depressing I guess that‘s what we get for tessa‘s failed attempt? Spatort gets spaten flashbacks, zurich gets suicides He‘s gonna juuuuuump Oh wow he didn‘t Aww that was a fun transition of the normal camera going up to the drone overlay

Episode 7 (Von Affen und Menschen) re-watch so skipping through it

Lmao staatsahwältin is such a flirt The sunglasses <3 Severin!!! (Zoo director) He always reminds me of elijah kamski Lmao for an ‚ebenso‘ und ‚sorry ich muss los‘ Nooooaaah, very cute in that hoodie and your fuckass headphones xD ‚Isch öpper hässig gsi‘ xD (about someone shooting 6 times) But god all the non-main actors are SO cringe in this one Staatsahwältin doing her little jig lmao I wanna hug noah$ ‚Warum düüted alles uf sini frau hi, noah? Oh ja merssi für d frag‘ bby boy, they don‘t appreciate you xD ahskkskaja The little moment of tessa tossing the wet paper towel at noah and the little ‚swish‘ sound edit and his smirk ????? I don‘t understand why isabelle and milan don‘t kiss more. They did so before. Why are they back to being coy? ‚Erpressig? Lösegeld? En banane? Um was ghats?‘ noah‘s face xD Lmao and so joyful to share gruesome details about the nail gun kill Zoom and enhance that doesn‘t work! The insta-toss of the phone is so funny THIS ONE ALSO INCLUDES A (staged) SUICIDE!!!! What the fuck is it with zurich So I think only 1 episode has none? Tessa‘s ‚lieber nöd :)‘ to the other police xD Lmao and severin‘s second scene is him hitting a glass and then standing there DaMN that‘s a neat white beard and moustache at the back Everyone hates their putzpersonal lmao That is the second one that gets their work interrupted I like the yellow and green theme of the outfits this episode for noah and tessa ‚noah, c‘est simplement genial‘ ‚ou, je sais :))‘ bless Lmao isabelle being a trash racoon Staatsahwältin‘s outfit is very strange.. Stripey top and tie thing, very wide belt, checked skirt Hello hot undercover cop(s) Yeah tessa, you done goofed. Bad friend award goes to you

Also I feel like we got over it way too fast that tessa was fucking fingerbanged at a club

[queenofcats17]

I saw this post  by @half-life-prompts and its additions and I wanted to write it.

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Barney kills the man in the suit.

He knows even as he begins the fight that this is one he might not win. But he can’t back down.

He runs into the man in the storage room.

He stumbles as he finds himself teleported inside, still reeling from the abrupt changes in scenery. He isn’t sure why this is happening to him. It’s not happening to the scientists, is it? He’s still glowing green too.

He almost runs into a shelf but manages to brace himself against it, attempting to calm his racing heart and still his spinning head. It’s then that he hears the voices of the soldiers.

“Where we taking this Freeman guy?” One asks.

“Topside for questioning.” The other replies.

Immediately Barney looks up, his eyes settling on the grated window that shows the hallway outside. He sees two soldiers dragging a limp body in a distinctive orange HEV suit, spattered in blood and what Barney imagines is probably bits of alien gore.

“What the Hell for?” The first soldier scoffs. “We got him! Let’s kill him now!”

Barney’s grip on the shelf tightens, his knuckles turning white. His head is still spinning and he knows he’ll probably fall flat on his face if he tries to move now, but his whole body itches to run out and shoot them both in the face.

“Uuuuh. And if they find the body?”

“Body? What body?”

The soldiers start to laugh.

Barney can’t tolerate it anymore. He bolts for the door, stumbling as he does. There’s no way in Hell he’s going to let them kill Gordon. Not after all the shit he’s sure Gordon’s gone through. He might be yanked away before he reaches them, but he has to at least try.

As he reaches for the door panel, though, he feels a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m afraid I....can’t let you do that....Mr. Calhoun,” a voice says from behind him.

Barney whirls around, grabbing the hand on his shoulder and pointing his gun at the stranger. He’s expecting to see one of the soldiers who have been hunting him and the scientists. He is not expecting to see a man in a suit.

For a moment, he wonders if he’s stumbled across some administrator who’s been hiding from the carnage. But...no. There’s something...wrong about this man. Something that just doesn’t feel right. Barney can’t put his finger on what it is, but looking at this man seems to activate a primitive part of his brain that tells him the creature before him is bad news.

“Who are you?” Barney demands, hoping to hide his fear with anger.

“That is...on a need to know...basis,” the man replies, somehow unfazed by the gun in his face. “And you, Mr. Calhoun...do not need...to know.”

Barney grits his teeth. “That’s not an answer,” he snaps. “Who are you? Why don’t you want me to save Gordon?”

He knows he should just turn and run, get to the soldiers before they’re too far away. But he can’t force his body to move. Not while the man’s gaze is firmly fixed on him.

The man smiles, patting Barney’s shoulder and pushing the gun down. “That is...none of your concern,” he says. Both his smile and the patting of Barney’s shoulder feel disgustingly patronizing.

Barney’s always had a temper problem. His school disciplinary record can attest to that. He likes to think he’s gotten better at controlling it, but when it comes to condescending assholes like this, all that goes right out the window. It’s backfired on him more often than not. He’s not working security at Black Mesa because it’s his dream job, after all.

So, he can’t help but lash out now.

“Give me an answer or I'll shoot you!” Barney all but screams, causing the man to withdraw his hand. He’s had a really shit day all things considered, and he doesn’t have the patience for whatever cryptic bullshit this guy’s trying to feed him.

“Mr. Calhoun...” The man in the suit says as Barney takes the safety off the gun. “That would be...a very....unwise...decision.” He stands perfectly still, arms folded behind his back. His expression seems disappointed, and he speaks to Barney as though he’s speaking to a misbehaving child. It just makes the rage flaring up in Barney’s chest burn even hotter.

“Then give me an answer!” Barney‘s a bit surprised his hands aren’t shaking more as he points the gun at the man’s face again.

“This does not....concern you...Mr. Calhoun,” the man in the suit continues, still infuriatingly calm. “I...strongly suggest...you leave. It would be a....terrible shame...if I had to...replace you.” He smiles, the expression sending chills down Barney’s spine. It’s nothing like the patronizing smile he’d had before. This one is a threat. “Dr. Freeman would be....most upset...Don’t you think?”

“Do it, then,” Barney growls.

This is a mistake. He knows it is. He’s picking a fight with someone, no...something that is far more powerful than Barney could probably ever understand. And maybe that’s why he’s doing this. Because there is something wrong with this man. Something sinister and overarching.

For a moment, nothing happens.

Then the man in the suit sighs. “Well...If you insist on...continuing down...this path...I suppose I should...make this more...interesting.”

Before Barney can demand to know what the bastard’s talking about, the man in the suit raises his arms in the air, and the space around them begins to...change.

Suddenly, they are no longer in the storeroom of Black Mesa, but in the missile silo. The suited man stands at the top of the silo, while Barney himself is on one of the walkways at the bottom.

“Show me...what you can do...Mr. Calhoun,” the suited man doesn’t raise his voice yet somehow Barney can hear him as clearly as if the man were still right in front of him. Which means he can hear exactly how smug the man sounds.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Barney grumbles. He’s about to put his gun away to start climbing when the space around him begins to change again. For a moment, Barney thinks he’s about to be transported somewhere else again.

The space seems to...rip, and Barney finds himself avoiding some kind of tentacle that’s trying to impale him. It’s slightly transparent, almost like a ghost or a projection. Unlike a ghost or a projection, though, it’s the farthest thing from insubstantial. The grates shake as the tentacle slams against them, knocking Barney off his feet. He almost drops his gun as he falls, but manages to keep a hold of it as he clings to the grate. He has to roll to avoid the tentacle as it slams onto his grate and the others, thrashing wildly about.

“What the Hell is this?!” He says, mostly to himself, as he tries to get to his feet and continue upward.

“I...wanted to make this....interesting for you...Mr. Calhoun,” the suited man replies, still sounding irritatingly smug. “Don’t you want an....interesting fight?”

Barney lets out a growl of irritation and frustration, focusing on trying to climb the grates.

He’s almost stopped in his tracks when he sees the ghost images of other guards being impaled by the tentacle or falling from the grated walkways. He feels sick at the reminder of all the coworkers he’s outlived. He’s been trying not to think too much about how many people have died today. He knows if he thinks too much about it he will break down and he can’t afford to have that happen.

Fortunately, the images of his dead coworkers soon fade away.

Unfortunately, the tentacle is replaced with more aliens who want to kill him.

Like the tentacle, they’re slightly transparent but definitely substantial. Space rips and tears and aliens appear to fling themselves at Barney. The little dog things, the weird crabs, the people piloted by the crabs. There are even soldiers that appear to shoot at him. Explosions appear in rips in the space around the silo. He hears scientists scream and alarms blare through these brief windows to the past.

And Barney continues to climb. It’s a struggle, juggling fighting and climbing the silo, but Barney certainly isn’t going to quit now. He’s come this far. He has to finish it.

He knows he’s running low on bullets, though. He’s resorted to dodging the attacks as best he can. He doesn’t want to make it up to the suited man and not have a bullet left to take him out. He knows he’s not going to be getting any bullets off the ghostly soldiers, after all.

He pauses on the grate right below the suited man to catch his breath. The soldiers and aliens continue to appear and disappear on the walkways below him, going through the motions of events Barney can’t see.

As Barney catches his breath, a new rip in space appears beside him. This one is different than the others. While the other rips he’s seen before have just shown the silo at different points throughout time, this one shows somewhere different. It looks like a kitchen, albeit a very ramshackle one. And in the middle of that kitchen is one of the aliens with three arms.

For a moment, Barney thinks this one is about to try and kill him too until he realizes this one doesn’t have the strange armor the others do. It peers at him through the rift, looking somehow both curious and confused.

“The...Barney Calhoun?” It asks. Its voice is strange.

Barney blinks. “Uh...yeah?”

The alien tilts its head, scanning the area behind Barney. Barney can’t help but feel like it sees something he doesn’t. There’s an understanding in those red eyes as it finally turns its focus back to Barney.

“You have found a divergent path,” it says with a certainty that indicates it has reached some sort of conclusion.

Barney just kind of stares at the alien because he honestly does not know how to respond to this. At all. He didn’t even know the aliens could talk.

“What...What are you doing?” The suited man asks from above. “Stop that. Do not...Speak to that creature.” He sounds...slightly panicked. Barney feels a rush of vindictive satisfaction. Well, now he has to talk to the alien.

“You are a friend of the Gordon Freeman. I will help you.” The alien holds a hand out expectantly toward Barney, who instinctively reaches out and shakes it.

“Uh...Thanks?” He wants to ask how this alien knows Gordon, but this probably isn’t the time for that.

The alien looks a tad puzzled by the handshake. “I require your weapon,” it clarifies.

“My weapon? Why?” Barney frowns.

“Mr. Calhoun.” Despite the man’s voice being barely above a whisper, the whole silo seems to shake. “Step away...from there.” He appears a few feet from Barney. Although his expression seems unreadable, Barney thinks he can see fear in the man’s eyes.

Barney gives his gun to the alien.

The man’s eyes flash and he takes a step forward, only to be blocked by a green bubble that has suddenly surrounded Barney and the rift.

Barney can’t help but let out a triumphant hoot as the man is forced to take a step back. “Can’t reach us, can you?”

The man narrows his eyes. His lip curls up in a slight snarl. This has to be the angriest Barney’s ever seen the man and it feels good.

“It is finished,” the alien announces. Barney turns back to it. He hasn’t been paying attention to what it had been doing with his gun, too focused on taunting the suited man. He’s a little surprised to see his gun is glowing green.

“What did you do to it?” He asks, taking the gun back.

“It has been infused with a power that can harm him,” the alien explains. It leans through the rift and puts a hand on Barney’s shoulder. “Do not miss. You will regret it if you do.”

Barney’s joy and smug satisfaction abruptly die as the weight of the situation sinks in. The man in the suit is angry. Angrier than he’s been the whole time he’s been interacting with Barney. And if Barney doesn’t kill him now...He has a feeling the man is going to do something terrible to him.

He turns back to the man, standing just outside the green bubble.

“I will lower the shield,” the alien says. “Do not miss.”

“I won’t,” Barney replies, raising the gun.

What happens next happens almost too fast for Barney to process. The bubble goes down. The man surges forward. Barney pulls the trigger. The man almost vanishes from the bullet’s path, but a green light surrounds him, rooting him in place. The man’s face contorts in fury, his mouth opening to yell.

The bullet hits him in the forehead. 

The man slumps forward, crashing onto the grate. All the rifts and ghostly images vanish.

The silo is silent.

Barney’s breathing heavily, staring down at the unmoving body of the man in the suit.

Is it over? Was it really that easy? He shoots the man again in the head, just for good measure. The body doesn’t move.

Then, Barney’s vision is filled with green light again and he finds himself back in the parking lot with the scientists. One of the scientists is saying something about being worried Barney would be caught in an “infinite harmonic reflux” or something, but Barney is only half listening. 

They leave in the Jeep the scientists fixed up. Barney half expects the man in the suit to appear as they drive away. He doesn’t.

Barney never sees the man again.

.

The Lambda team brings Gordon back from Xen. Colette Green and Gina Cross survive with their group and help to close the rift. Adrian Shephard escapes Black Mesa.

The Combine never arrives on Earth.

Life continues.

The surviving employees of Black Mesa get a rather hefty paycheck from the government a few months after the incident. It’s very clearly hush money, but it’s a rather welcome bribe, especially to those of them who had been living on sight in Black Mesa.

Barney keeps in contact with Gordon, Kleiner, and Eli as much as he can. He doesn’t know why, but he can’t shake the feeling that he came close to losing them somehow. Eli is certainly happy to have the help in babysitting Alyx.

If Barney knows the significance of what he did at Black Mesa, he doesn’t let it show. He’s just happy his friends are safe.

[slitherbop]

.......Any papastuck hcs?

THANK YOU for giving me an excuse to publicly ramble about PAPA G AND CHUCK beware of Spoilers within ALSO HERE’S A PIC happy valentines day

When they met and Chuck was still Stuck in the floor, like Post-Chicken-Feed-Missing-Scene, Chuck would be RUDE as HELL to Papa G. But Papa G took it as realizing he’s just A Guy and was like AH MAYBE I SHOULDA BEEN GIVIN HIM REAL FOOD and then he does that, but Chuck is still a bastard to him. Not to The Kid’s knowledge tho, he only found out that Papa G knew about Chuck’s existence in the second episode like we saw.

Papa G literally just looked at Chuck and how Evil he was being at the beginning and was like OH YES WE CAN BE FRIENDS I LIKE THIS GUY cuz he DID save him and want him to be redeemed and have the last ring to be on the team... Papa G’s Immediate Trust.. like if u agree

I like to imagine that Papa G actually did have da iced tea with Chuck to get to know him :] this was Post-Chuck-getting-Cut-in-Half. Papa G is Very Curious about Chuck but Chuck’s still a rude little man at this point and Papa G laughs off his behaviour. Papa G might be f*cked up enough that he does enjoy his company, bad vibes and all

Chuck has NO idea what to make of Papa G here because no one else has ever shown him kindness or wasn’t annoyed at him. It doesn’t stop him from being a force of negativity though cuz at this point he still Believes he’s going to conquer the earth.

This ended up being like a timeline of their relationship and not relationship headcanon UUHH OOPS!!!!!

OK, Chuck actually likes that he calls him Charles it’s the special name :]

I’m prepared to be proven wrong but it would be epic if Chuck started calling Papa G “George” because he was there to hear that that is his first name and Papa G like with Tuna Sandwich doesn’t mind being called it, it’s just his name. Also George is my real name and I’d love to hear Chuck say. Also Also George and Charles are gay old man names

Uh oh I’m talking more about timeline stuff but some time after the events of the big showdown and they’re dealing with the fact that Chuck is deciding to stay here on earth, Papa G and The Kid make him his own living space there in the junkyard with them. Not sure where or what it’d look like but it means a lot to Chuck (makes this face -> 🥺) I’d imagine since his species aren’t given their own names / have individuality he wasn’t given a space of his own to do whatever he wanted with

Since they no longer have the rings, Chuck helps Papa G as an extra hand doing work in the yard (Papa G had to get used to doing stuff without being his own company :[ ) and Chuck ACTUALLY LOVES HELPING imagine that one scene where Papa G and Chuck are working together to build the ice cream megaphone truck, they’re both really skilled at building stuff and enjoy it so it’s like that pretty often!

I swear to god Papa G needs to get Chuck a wheelchair / make him one, I want to believe that he does have one and we just didn’t see it at the end of the time skip -_- :prayer: but they totally deck it the hell out (you KNOW Papa G is capable of making deadly death machines and you KNOW Chuck would absolutely love that sh*t!!!!)

Anyway back to the time skip relationship development thing: PAPA G SHOWS CHUCK AROUND HIS HOUSE I wish we knew what inside the house looked like besides the kitchen sink lol but Papa G figured if he’s gonna be around here more often he might as well show him where HE lives! Papa G is SUPER excitedly showing him all the weird stuff he’s accumulated over his lifetime. Chuck doesn’t Get the specialness of physical possessions and calls it Junk but Papa G doesn’t mind! He shows things and Chuck is confused about certain things (being an Alien) and Papa G is happy to explain everything to him.

Papa G shares Chuck his art and is showing him painting ;_; once again Chuck is a bastard and doesn’t totally get it. Papa G would definitely call HIM an artist, pointing out that all the building that Chuck does is artwork, those comics that he spent all that time reading was him appreciating the art, and that changes the way he views it. Chuck makes his own dam comics, I’d imagine the way he’d draw is very unique and the text is written in his language, and then it’s Papa G who doesn’t totally get it but is ENTHUSIASTIC ABOUT IT!!!

Also Papa G totally takes Chuck out to the middle of nowhere to go look for junk, this is probably Chuck’s Least Favourite Activity LOL but they do spend a lot of time talking about anything, I’m really curious about what the kind of things they’d even say when they’re not faced with any threat and are only with each other *looks up at the sky in thought..*

Chuck please go off about your previous life away from earth I feel like as soon as he came here he kinda just accepted himself being Stuck Chuck and therefore had no attachment to being a nameless body in an alien army. Also Papa G please open up about your messed up secret history that warranted the government keeping tabs on you and made you live almost completely isolated.

See^ I think whatever they got going on on a DEEP LEVEL could be wild and would have so much to unravel, Chuck’s life before this was probably just 90% seeing various people DIE and was simply made to Kill people for his leader. And. you KNOW Papa G has something Messed Up about him + Is Traumatized / got “bad flashbacks” + the whole seeing himself die and being numb to it. And now that they are people who are trying to save lives on their team they could Relate to each other as the two older guys with UNKNOWN HISTORY!!!!

UUUUH OK SO SHIP HEADCANONS RIGHT. RIGHT. They hold hands :] they rarely kiss it’s mostly Papa G who kisses Chuck on the face but Chuck is forbidden from kissing unless Papa G wants to go to sleep. Also Chuck likes to be held by Papa G, they hug a lot :D Papa G takes Chuck out to the diner and gets him everything he wants <3 they go to the house and watch movies and Kid joins them too as a family ;_; Papa G goes to sleep in his god forsaken hammock with Chuck, and Chuck is like So This Is Your Weird-Ass Cocoon Huh and Papa G is like HAHA YUP and its sweet.

I’m gonna end this here thank you for reading, this is the kinda stuff I ramble on and on like this in private but I hope u enjoy some of my thoughts about this I think it’s a genius ship with so much potential and is my favourite thing right now THANKS

[areapermostcapricious]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. REPOST DO NOT REBLOG !!

NAME:   “screamy”

PRONOUNS:  they / them

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION:  tumblr im, discord, letters rolled up and tied with a ribbon then slipped into a bottle and tossed into the ocean

NAME OF MUSE(S):  kuja from final fantasy ix (you are here!), zolf j kimbley from the original fma anime, and xigbar from kingdom hearts. in the tumblrverse, once upon a time i rp’d as starscream from transformers: prime, but that certainly wasn’t my first rodeo with rp. lemme tell ya, my path is WROUGHT with bad character interpretations and awful ocs i made with my ex

RP EXPERIENCE / HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?):  oh lordt, uuuuh... over a decade and a half. i’m Old

PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: got my start on gaiaonline, then did a little bit through msn messenger, good ol’ fashioned emails, skype---but THESE days this is my primary stomping ground, along with discord (when i actually remember to use it for rp and not just ooc chat) 

BEST EXPERIENCE:  not one specifically, but in general, the best feeling is getting SO into plotting and writing with an rp partner that you get that Shot of Serotonin when they respond and you can tell they’re JUST AS INTO the story as you are. it’s gr8. please write stories with me. 

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS:  when i can’t find anything on someone’s page. i already have like, crap eyesight, so navigating through hardly-contrasting graphics with 6 point font that ALSO doesn’t contrast is quick to turn me away. also idk, i like to be able to communicate with my rp partners---if i get no feedback, even just checking in every so often, again, we probably won’t mesh well

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT:  yes please

PLOTS OR MEMES:  tbh i prefer that initial plotting phase, to get a feel for where we’d wanna go---i’ve been in the game long enough that i’m tired of the same greeting posts---and then i’m able to generate ideas from there. honestly @ all my rp partners that talk to me regularly, i probably have 101 ideas that i haven’t thrown at you yet but i’m too shy to do it

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES:  from my partners, just as long as there’s enough for me to work with, i’m happy. but i tend to get wordy and longwinded at times due to my influences and inspiration, so my responses can quickly turn lengthy when i’m not paying attention

BEST TIME TO WRITE:   when i’m feeling it. if i don’t do it, i regret it

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S):  they’re all smart and evil. so..... not really. and maybe that’s for the best. :)

tagged by :  @princecheka​ (thank youuu! <3)

tagging :  @hyperionswrath , @nights-fear / @lionfated , @backalleybrawl , @tailoringtay , @piers-sxngs​ , @materii​ , @gravitasfatum​ , @dichotomouskey​ @ninthnocturne​ , @rhapscdos​ and whomstever else would wanna do it (and feel free to not do it if you don’t want to of course!)

[baby-dr1ver]

Bucky Barnes and 6 pls!

hey anon! this was meant to me angst but I wrote it as fluff!

go make a request or tell me something!

Pairing: dad!Bucky x fem!reader

Rating: fluff

You just left your house for a quick meeting at the Avengers compound and you left your 7 year old son Atticus and your 5 year old daughter, Venus, with Bucky. To say you were both nervous is an understatement. This was the first time Buck will be alone with the kids in, awhile. You left him instructions of what to do and what NOT to do. Specifically, no sweets before dinner, if they go outside shoes off before they come in, bath time is after dinner, please make something healthy, bedtime is at 8:00

Bucky was having a hard time. He knows Y/N left him “instructions” but, those were his kids, he shouldn’t need instructions. They had a water balloon fight in which Bucky lost. They came inside and decided to finger paint, and somehow Bucky’s arm got painted. He couldn’t help it, Venus looked up at him with those puppy eyes (that he swears she got from you) and her big pout and said “please daddy” and he caved. So now his arm was covered in what he thought was a unicorn and different swirls of color. The kids had paint all over them but, bath time wasn’t until after dinner. Speaking of dinner, he didn’t know what to make so he asked the kids.

“Mac N’Cheese daddy!”

“No! pizza pizza!” Your daughter yelled in excitement.

So he did what any parent would do, he cooked Mac N’Cheese and pizza. They pig out for awhile before Buck decided it’s bath time. He put his some in first, and he poured his apple scented bubbles in the tub and started the usual nighttime routine. He washed Atticus’s hair, and let him splash to Marvin Gaye for awhile. He took him and and wrapped h in his Spider man towel Atticus insisted he have, and told him to go get some pj’s on.

Bath time with his daughter was his favorite. Venus has always been a daddy’s girl, since she was born. So when it came to bath time, it was daddy and daughter time. He put in her princess bubbles, grabbed her squeaky toys and put in her Disney playlists. Buck started to shampoo her hair while she tried to splash him with her rubber duck. She mad him dance around the bathroom while ‘do you want to build a snowman’ played in the background. Finally she started to get tired so, he scooped her out and wrapped her in her Ariel towel. Venus laid her head on her fathers shoulder and he almost melted into a puddle right there.

Buck got both kids dressed and teeth brushed before tucking them into bed.

“Goodnight Atticus, love ya”

“Goodnight daddy, love you more” He gave his son a kiss on the forehead before he walked to his daughters room.

“Goodnight little bug, I love you”

“G’night daddy, love you lots” Venus slurred

Bucky walked out to the living room as you walked in. He saw the look on your face as you saw the state of the house. Paint was all over the kids play area, mud tracks from their time outside, dished in the sink and couch trashed from where the kids had a brief pillow fight.

“What happens here?” You asked

“uuuuh a fun day?” Bucky said in question

“It looks like a tornado ripped through the house Buck, I was only gone a few hours!”

“Okay wait- uh well- it could be worse”

You smiled at your husband. He’s right, it could be worse but, he got the kids fed, bathed, clothed, and only 30 min last bedtime. You walked over to Bucky, places your hands around his neck to pull him into a kiss. His arms went around your waist to pull you flush against his body. He pulled away with a confused look, “ What was that for?”

“ To say thank you, and that I love you”

IM SORRY IM DUMB. I posted this one the wrong request 🤦🏽‍♀️

[dragonotaku-justineverything]

(Pokémon AU) How did Jaune meet his adorable little Eevee, Caramel? And what was his first interactions with Aerial and her own Eevee Mocha like?

Well... I got a bit carried away again. I just love this AU and I'm really getting into Pokemon again recently, so sorry for the long post ahead.

But I hope you all enjoy it nonetheless!

It was a beautiful day outside Beacon Academy. The sun was shining brightly and hardly any clouds were visible. Multiple flocks of Wingull, Starly, Pidgey and other bird-like Pokémon soared freely in the sky around Beacon. A few letting out some faint cries sporadically. The Wooloos were happily grazing and rolling around in their paddock. Many students and visiting trainers alike were outside, just enjoying the nice weather with their Pokémon. This nice weather gave both Ruby Rose and Jaune Arc the idea to enjoy the day with a nice picnic outside with their friends.

On several blankets spread out in a grassy portion of the academy's lavish courtyard near a tree, the group of eight friends were all eating and chatting away. All of their Pokémon were out of their pokeballs and gathered around them.

Some were just lazing about, such as Ren's Greninja sitting cross legged while dozing off with his head tilted down or Weiss's snow white Vulpix snoozing in Weiss's lap while she sat in the shade of the tree. Others were chowing down, like Nora's Shinx or Blake's Litleo, eating berries/Poké food in their own little food bowls. Or in the case of Pyrrha's Aron, he was eating some screws, nuts, bolts, and other small pieces of scrap metal. Yang was busy brushing her Growlithe's fur, and watched her Combuskin running around with Ruby's Zorua.

Jaune was happily munching on a sandwich. He put the sandwich down and moved his hand to lightly scratch Hera's head, who was laying down next to his left thigh. Normally she'd be laying in his lap, but that space was currently taken. A small glass container was resting in a space between his legs. Inside it was a Pokémon egg he'd "won" two months ago wrapped in a blanket, so Hera had settled for laying right next to him instead. She was adapting pretty well to the new circumstances with said egg. Though Jaune was still wondering how she'd react when it finally hatched

His nails lightly scratched just around the base of the tuft of white fur on her head, just where she really liked it. "Shoo-, mmm *swallow*, sorry. So Pyrrha, you're Metang actually evolved on live TV?"

Pyrrha lowered her fork with the next bit of her chicken and strawberry salad to respond with a smile. "Yes indeed. It happened during the final match of my second tournament at Sanctum. It was quite an astonishing sight."

Jaune smiled and leaned back a bit. "I bet! Man, watching a Pokémon evolve in person must be amazing."

Yang looked up from her Growlithe over at him. "You've never seen a Pokémon evolve?"

Jaune chuckled a bit. "W-well I mean I've seen it on video and stuff, just not in person."

Nora shamelessly jumped in and added her two cents. "Neither have I! It must be soooo cool!"

Pyrrha giggled happily and looked over to her Metang, who was actually on the ground for a change instead of floating, with Cubone resting on its head. "Well, watching my Beldum evolve into Metang was definitely a sight I'll never forget."

They group continued to converse, laugh, and just enjoy themselves. Their Pokémon did as well, all of them getting along pretty well. They were all so engrossed in their merriment, none of them noticed another member slowly walking towards their misshapen circle.

That was until she made her move.

Jaune felt a small tug at his hoodie but ignored it, thinking it was just Hera rolling around in her sleep. It was a pointed finger and a question from Ren that actually made him look. "Uuuh Jaune... do you know who... that is?"

"Huh?" Jaune looked down to where his friend was pointing, which was by his stomach. There, in his hoodie's pocket near his stomach, was a small little brown Pokémon with a small, furry body and a big fluffy brown tail.

And half of its body was buried inside his hoodie pocket, rummaging around in it.

"WAH!??" Jaune nearly jumped up in surprise, but he managed to stay pretty still for the most part, trying not to jostle the egg between his legs. However, he still shot back an inch or two when he threw his hands up above him and fell back, his head lightly landing on the blanket.

Hera, startled by her Papa's sudden jolt, sprang up to her feet and spun to look at him. She lowered her stance, ready to defend him if she needed to! That's when she saw the little brown Pokémon as well, now standing on top of her Papa's stomach while he was laying back, but its top half was still stuffed in her Papa's pocket! What was it doing? Was it trying to attack him?! She wouldn't let it!

"Growl! ROW! GRO-!" She had just started barking at it when someone else's yelling stopped her.

"Eevee! Stop that! That's very rude!"

The brown Pokémon stopped moving finally, and stood still for a moment on Jaune's stomach, then slowly started walking backwards. It took a little tugging, but it finally pulled itself out of Jaune's pocket. As it got free, everyone around got a good look at its top half.

The first thing they all noticed was a large collar of fluffy, cream colored fur. Then two long, thin ears on top of its head. Finally its small, soft, squarish face with two big dark eyes and a happy smile. As well as a small plastic candy wrapper hanging from said smile.

Weiss, Ruby, Yang, and Nora all let out a coo of "Awwwwww" at the same time.

"Eevee no!" The group again heard the voice call out again, and almost all at once, they looked away from the 'Eevee' and towards where it was coming from.

There they saw a young girl, running up to their group with her arms waving above her. She was quite slender, had dark hair pulled back in a ponytail. She had a light blue jacket on, open in the front to show she had on a black halter top underneath it. A pair of tight black and blue pants with heeled fur boots matching in color. A simple black choker around her neck finished her outfit nicely.

Then the group noticed that a Pokémon that was just like the one on top of Jaune right now was also running alongside the girl. One this one had a small band of flowers around the base of one of its ears. It was hopping/skipping along right by her feet as they both ran towards them, its whole body arcing into the air as it followed her.

Within just a few seconds, she was right next to them, her arms still frantically waving. "Eevee you can't just jump on people you don't know like that! That's very rude! And give that candy back! You can't go stealing from peo-" The girl abruptly stopped her admonishment of the Pokémon as she finally looked at who Eevee was still standing on top of. "...JAUNE!?"

Jaune, still laying on his back, turned his head to look at the new girl that screamed his name, and quickly shot back up to a sitting position when he saw her. "Aerial!?"

The two looked at each other for a moment, then both smiled widely and started to laugh. Aerial started talking first. "Hey! What are the odds of running into you like this!"

"Me? What are you doing here haha?!"

Aerial leaned over a bit, smiling down at him. "Aunt Juniper said you'd gone off to Beacon, but I wasn't expecting to see you so soon!"

Jaune, still sitting, smiled brightly back up at her. "Yeah hahaha, it's always been my dream to go to a professional Pokémon academy after all haha. Hera's here too!" As Jaune finished, he pointed towards the Fire-Type.

Aerial shifted her gaze to her and her eyes brightened even more. She got down on her knees and hunched forward, getting close to Hera's height. "Heeeera~ hi! It's been such a long time! How are you?"

Hera's earlier confidence seemed to wane a bit as she started to look a little nervous. Papa seemed to know this woman and was happy to see her, so she shouldn't be worried, but she still pulled back a bit from Aerial. She seemed a little familiar to her as well, but she wasn't sure...

Jaune chuckled. "She might not remember you, Aerial. It was a couple years ago now."

Aerial pouted childishly and straightened her back, "Awwww that's a shame. I definitely remember her!"

"I don't doubt that. You loved her as a kid."

"Uuuummm... hello?"

Jaune and Aerial turned their heads in unison to look at who spoke.

Yang was holding a hand up, like she was waiting to get noticed or called upon. "Uuuh yeah, we're still here. Mind uuuuh, filling us in on what's happening Jaune?"

Jaune sweatdropped a little, slightly embarrassed that he'd completely forgotten about the others present for a minute there. "He he, sorry guys." With one hand, he gestured to Aerial. "Everyone, this is my cousin, Aerial Yeager. She's from Atlas actually, so that's why I was so surprised to see her."

Aerial waved at the group, still with a smile on her lips. "Hi everyone! I trust Jaune's been good to all of you."

A lot of them nodded at that, and many of their Pokémon had stopped in their activities and gathered around as well, looking at the new arrival.

Aerial's eyes scanned over all of them and began to sparkle. "Awwww you all have such amazing Pokémon!"

"Speeeeaking of which... Aerial, are these Pokémon yours?"

Aerial turned away from the group and back to Jaune. He was pointing down right beside him. There, the Eevee from earlier that jumped on Jaune was licking away at the now unwrapped candy that it got from his pocket, looking completely carefree. Meanwhile, it looked like the Eevee with flowers that ran up with Aerial around its ears was admonishing it.

"Y-yeah, they are. H-hey Eevee what did I say! That isn't yours!" Eevee stopped licking and looked up at her with a head tilt, then just went back to licking the candy happily. "Hooooh." Aerial sighed and bowed her head, feeling defeated at being ignored.

"Hey it's no big deal Aerial, I have plenty of these caramel candies. I was just caught off guard when Eevee just appeared out of nowhere."

"Yeah sorry about her. She's kind of a handful sometimes. She likes doing what she likes when she likes. Oh, everyone," Aerial gestured in front of her towards the two small Eevees. "This is Mocha and Eevee, their sisters."

Blake was the first to catch what she said. "Mocha?"

"Ah yeah, that's what I call my Eevee, the one with the flowers. The other Eevee... Well, no matter what name I try, she doesn't respond to it. Coca, Ginger, Toffee, Hazel... she doesn't seem to like anything I pick out for her."

The group all turned to the Eevee still licking away at the candy, not noticing or caring about all the eyes on her. Mocha seemed a little annoyed at her sister's actions still, but had stopped reprimanding her as she didn't seem to care too much.

Jaune looked down at the Eevee right next to him, then slowly reached a hand over and gently rubbed his index finger on its head. "You sure do like that candy huh? Did you smell it and that's why you came over to me?"

Eevee didn't seem to mind the light petting. In fact she seemed to like it as she enjoyed her treat. She stopped her licking for just a moment and looked up at the person petting her. "Vee vee vi!"

Jaune chuckled at its happy cries.

"Grooow!"

A very familiar voice on his other side made Jaune turn his head to see a begging Hera standing next to him. "Oh sorry Hera, you probably want some pets too." Jaune reached his free hand over and gently began petting Hera's white floof on top of her head. That immediately put a smile on the Growlithe's face and she happily nuzzled Jaune's hand back.

Aerial shook her head in slight disbelief. "Same old Jaune. Always a whizz with Pokémon."

Now that the excitement had fully died down, the group went back to lounging about like they were, now with an extra member as Aerial sat down and joined them at Jaune's invitation.

They all talked and got to know each other more. Aerial explained how she was indeed from Atlas, but had come with a few friends on a trip to Vale and Beacon to explore what kinds of Pokémon were here. Aerial told them about her friends, her school, and of course also her Pokémon. They were all surprised by how many she already had. A Braviary, a Ludicolo, and a Munchlax. Plus her two Eevee's as her companions, that made five Pokémon in total! There were teachers at Beacon that didn't have that many!

After about another two to three hours of talking, laughing, bonding, and snacking (Jaune offered some of his food to Aerial which she gratefully accepted), the sun was beginning to set and Aerial said she had to go. She stood up; brushed some crumbs off of her pants; said her goodbyes to everyone, giving Jaune her scroll number and promising that they'd talk again soon; and called for Mocha and Eevee to come along. Only that's not what they did.

Mocha stood up with her no problem and was ready to go, but Eevee didn't. She just kept laying down next to Jaune where she'd been for the past hour getting pets and even , licking a second caramel candy that Jaune had given her. She didn't move at all at Aerial's call.

"Eevee? Come on, it's time for us to go."

Again, Eevee didn't move.

"Eevee." This time Aerial's voice was a little more stern. "We need to go. Now come on." Aerial walked over to the Eevee and bent over to pick her up. Before she even touched her, Eevee had snatched up her treat and jumped into Jaune's lap, getting a surprised "Ooph!" from him. She set her treat down and turned to look at Aerial. Then for the first time all day, it let out a cry. "Eev! Ve ve Eevee!"

Aerial pulled back. She was surprised to hear Eevee talk back directly to her. Sure she didn't listen sometimes, but never out right talked back at her. "Eevee! What's gotten into you?"

Eevee didn't respond this time, just curled up in Jaune's lap and hunkered down.

Everyone watched this unfold, but only Ren spoke up. "I think Eevee is trying to say that she'd like to stay with Jaune."

Aerial looked over at the stoic boy, wide eyed. "W-wha? Wait really?" Aerial looked back at the tiny curled up Pokémon in Jaune's lap, happily laying down with her eyes closed, her treat finished in a hurried bite. "B-but... Eevee really? Y-you wanna stay with Jaune?"

Eevee looked up to Aerial, smiled easily, and nodded. "Ve ve!" It definitely seemed to be happy.

Aerial kept looking down at Eevee, and Eevee kept looking up at her. After a few seconds, Aerial's expression shifted from being slightly sad, to understanding. "Okay. Well then, let's see what Jaune thinks." Aerial looked down to cousin, his confused face making her almost giggle. "Jaune, it looks like Eevee has taken a liking to you. Would you like to keep her around with you? I know you'd take amazing care of her, so I'd be comfortable with you taking her with you if you want."

Jaune's mind nearly exploded from hearing that! His cousin was asking him if he'd like to have another Pokémon!? For real?! Jaune felt his lips twitch upwards before he even said anything. He looked down at the Eevee in his lap. She seemed very happy there, and she'd wanted to stay with him first. Jaune looked back up to Aerial and nodded once. "I'd love to. And I promise that I'll give her the best care that I possibly can!"

Aerial knew he'd say that. He loved Pokémon, so being offered one by a family member was probably like a dream for him. "Well alright then. I have to say... I-I'm sad to see you go, Eevee." Eevee looked up at Aerial when she said her name. "But... if this is what you want, then I can accept it. I know Jaune will take great care of you, and I can call to see you anytime I want. So... you take care of yourself and Jaune alright? Your sister and I will see you again, sometime real soon, I promise."

Eevee smiled and leaped out of Jaune's lap, landing close to Aerial's feet. The little Pokémon nuzzled her head against Aerial's leg and let out faint coos. Aerial quickly dropped down and scooped Eevee into a tight hug. She held it for at least 10 seconds before she let her go, setting her softly back down on the grass. When she did, Mocha bounced over to her sister and they started talking by themselves, most likely saying their own goodbyes while Aerial stood back up. "Okay, I guess this is goodbye for now Eevee. Jaune, I'll definitely be expecting some video calls from you now. Oh, and maybe you'll be able to think of a good name for her too."

Jaune, now no longer having a Pokemon in his lap, stood up. He was careful not to bump the container with the egg in front of him as he did so. He stood up straight, showing off just how much taller he was than his cousin. "You got it Aerial. I hope we meet again sometime soon as well. This was fun." He took a step forward and embraced her in a hug, which she returned.

When they separated, Aerial stepped back. "Okay, well... we really have to head out now. My friends are all probably waiting for me back in Vale and I need to catch a Bullhead before they stop for the night. It was nice meeting you all! I hope to meet you all again someday!" Aerial started to leave, and Mocha, having finished her goodbye to her sister with a loving nuzzle, followed her.

Eevee watched as they left. Eevee suddenly bounced forward a few feet in their direction and let out a loud "Eeeeveeeee! Eeeeeveee!", saying goodbye for now to her family.

Aerial stopped and turned her head back to look at her after her cry. She smiled back at her and waved before continuing. As the pair got farther and farther away, Eevee returned back to the group, stopping in front of Jaune.

Jaune smiled and knelt down to be closer to her. "Eevee, I'm touched that you wanted to stay with me. I promise that we'll have some amazing adventures together! Oh, there's someone that I want you to officially meet now! This is Hera." As Jaune said her name, the red Growlithe walked up next to her Papa and stood next to him proudly. "She's my best friend and has been with me since I was a kid. I hope you two can be friends."

Hera padded forward and stopped right in front of Eevee. She looked down at the smaller Pokemon with a big smile. She leant forward and gave Eevee a big lick on her head, which Eevee started to laugh at. The two then began to talk to each other in their out cries, and Jaune could already tell they'd get along fine.

"Well... that was sure something huh?" Jaune looked behind him and saw Nora holding her Shinx in her arms, and all his other friends smiling at him.

"Haha yeah, I guess so. Aerial's always been super trusting of family, but this shocked even me."

Yang walked forward and lightly punched his arm in a friendly way. "So... got any names for your new friend Vomit Boy?"

Jaune, while he was rubbing his now sore arm, looked down at Eevee again. As he did, he noticed a wrapper from the caramel candies he'd given to the Eevee earlier. "Huh..." Jaune knelt down and picked up the wrapper, then looked at it in his hand. "Maybe I do. Hey Eevee?"

The Pokemon stopped speaking with Hera and looked over to the kneeling Jaune. She quickly skipped over to sit right in front of him. "I was thinking, since Aerial couldn't think of a name you liked, yet you liked these candies so much, how about I just call you Caramel?"

Eevee looked up to him curiously with her big doughy eyes. Slowly those eyes began to shine with joy and she jumped up at him. Thankfully Jaune was used to this sort of thing thanks to Hera, so he caught her easily since she was a lot lighter.

"Whoa haha! Okay then, I guess that's a winner huh? Well, welcome to the team Caramel!"

AND! FINALLY! DONE!

Aerial Yeager is an OC created by my good friend @jace-the-writer-guy, who is also Jaune's cousin on her mom's side. I owe him a big thanks for helping me write this because I constantly was asking for specific info on his OC and him giving me ideas for stuff.

I'd been planning this out bit by bit for so long, so I sincerely hope that you all enjoyed this origins ask for Caramel, Jaune's Eevee!

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Any sneak peeks on your next works? More twisted? More hades? Any hints? Feel free to ignore if you want 💙💙💙💙

Hello, dear! I actually got another Mafia Vil lined up along with some Twst God AUs, and some more Hades I'm currently working on! And there's some left over Brain Rot I have yet to post. Uuuuh, I guess I can show a sneak peak of one of one of the Hades and one of the Brain Rots!

Hades

Cause of Death: Crushed

When you had finally made it up to the desk, Hades didn’t think much of you- just viewing you as another Shade. So, when he glanced over your document- he had to take a moment to reread it: (Y/N) (L/N)... Despite being a hero in the war and giving their whole lives to their city-state; they were exiled to the outer reaches of their home. Cursed to walk the barren land in isolation. Their only companion, a small boy who they found…

He’s even more surprised at your claim.

“Tartarus?” He parrots, his hulking form leaning over his desk to get a better look at you: you aren’t old. If anything, you looked to be as old as his son if he were a mortal man. “It says here you were a hero. Why not Elysium?”

Your gaze never wavers from his own. “I may have been considered a hero at one point, your Lordship, but…” a shadow seems to cast itself over your eyes as- what Hades could assume was- a memory surfaced in your mind. “I was not one when I died. So, please- if I may take a claim to Tartarus-”

“Denied.”

and then the Brain Rot for Kalim x Draconia! Reader, though this one is a female reader for no express reason aside the fact I think MalMal would be fantastic with a little sister??? That's it (also there's a similar one with Leona)

The meeting slowly begins to go back to the swing of things. You watch as the pretty blond man remarks how his dorm has been doing. The beast man with lion ears sends a scathing comment towards him and they hiss at each other before the red headed boy raises his voice at them. You can’t help but smile, already feeling much fuller compared to the time you were stuck in the castle. You glance at Malleus who makes a quip towards the lion who growls back at him.

He looks like he’s having fun.

“Hey.” A whisper comes from your side. You blink and look at the white haired boy with ruby eyes. “I really like your horns.”

You smile, before pointing to your eyes and whispering back. “Thank you, Child of Man. I really like your eyes. They’re like rubies.”

He beams at you. “Really? Your horns remind me of the stars!”

“Do you wish to touch them?”

“Really? I can?” Despite him saying this, he’s already leaning over to wrap his hands around your horns. You tilt your head towards him so he can see better. “Woah! They’re so smooth!”

You feel the numb sensation of his hands moving up and down them, his long fingers tracing the spiraled indents. “Mm-hm-” you hum. “Horns are a pride in fae culture- we must keep them well polished. Especially since I’m part of the royal bloodline.”

“So, cool!” He pulls his hands away and you straighten yourself. “Oh! Oh! Do you have fangs? I think Malleus has some-” his voice drops to a whisper and he leans close to you, you offer him an ear without hesitation- “but Malleus is kinda scary! Not in a bad way I mean- he’s just-”

You cup your hand and whisper: “hard to talk to?”

He leans back and snaps his fingers. “Yeah! Exactly!”

You giggle and nod. “It’s the face- we always look like we’re glaring when we’re relaxed. And to answer your question- I do!” You open your mouth showing off your long fangs proudly.

A whispered: “wooooah-” escapes him as his finger comes to tap at the tip of it. “They’re so long-” he suddenly gasps, gently pushing your bottom jaw down. “You have a forked tongue?”

You hum in affirmation, pulling away and sticking it out: it was long, a deep pink fading into a dark purple towards the tip where your tongue forked. You pulled it back into your mouth, grinning at his awestruck expression. “It is quite long, isn’t it?”

“It is.”

You blink at him when you notice his ears. “Your ears truly aren’t pointed?”

He smiles and shakes his head, tilting his head to show them off. “Nope! And your’s are, aren’t they?”

You hum, tracing your fingers along the shell of his ear. He giggles and you decided you like the sound of it.

While you allowed the white haired boy to trace your ears. Malleus eyed the both of you, the unease growing in the pit of his stomach. She was alone for so long- it’s good to allow her a friend. He reasons with himself, allowing himself to slip back into the conversation between the other dorm leaders.

ALSO A... smut of Malleus. Idk how good it is since I may be horny but it is not my forte in writing lmao.

And there's a couple of other things I'm gonna work on.

(Also someone is getting a whole ass ESSAY on my love for Ruggie and my complex emotions for Leona fucking Kingscholar himself)

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This was kinda inspired by the previous anons request but could you write headcannons/imagines (whichever you think fits best) about being an actress and meeting their lad on the set of one of their movies/a movie

(Ok ik I have other requests waiting looong behind this one, but it's going to bug me if I don't do this first, so I'll post my next chronological request tomorrow instead of my usual every other dayish schedule! Thanks guys ❤️)

Honestly, the absolute MOOD™ of this gif has been on my mind for like all of the following imagines. Like the on periodt FLAVOR that actress is rocking, all done up and everything ?? John or [insert one of the other three] ob-sessed with you ?? Literally yes. So yeah, there's my overview lol, the rest is up to your imagination!

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy! 😌

George

You meet George on your way to grab a little refreshment before your scene in between takes

You've got a nice little flute of wine, to calm the nerves of course, when suddenly you get bumped rather harshly from behind!

Luckily your drink spilled on the floor and not your nice costume, but still, you're about to give whomever it is a piece of your mind!!

You turn on a dime and come face to face with... Oh

There, only inches away, stands the George Harrison, with a mouthful of food, a wrapped up snack for later, and eyes wide as saucers

It's a race to see who can apologise first

While you over come your shock at nearly cursing out one of the stars of the show, he hurriedly chews and swallows the last of his snack

"I'm so sor-" "-eg your pardon!"

You overlap each other with your apologies, causing a similar scenario again as you both accept the other's apology

The two of you chuckle a bit at that

At this point, George feels like he's just now getting a good look at you

He wonders if you're a recent hire, bc otherwise he certainly would've noticed the most beautiful woman in the building before now

Suddenly a touch self conscious, he wipes the crumbs from the corners of his mouth and scrambles for a way to make small talk

It's not really his forte, you see

Luckily, you come in to save him

You cock your head to look at his napkin of snacks

"What have you got there?"

"Oh these? N-nothing, just some scones or something like that"

He crosses his arms behind his back, like he's embarrassed to be caught smuggling snacks

"Oh! Have you tried the cream cheese and raspberry ones? They're to die for!"

George loosens up a bit. He wouldn't have guessed you were something of a food fan too...

He brings around his napkin of goodies and unwraps it a bit for you to see

"I have actually, would you like one?"

You thank him and take one, savouring the flavor while he pops another into his mouth as well

"See, quite good! Although, I'd dare say mine are better"

You laugh, but George simply stares

"You bake?" He says through a mouthful of scone, eyes alight

Of course you confirm that you do indeed, and your cooking is fantastic too, thank you very much!

The two of you talk about some of your favorite treats to make and from there... Well, George is pretty sure he's met his soul mate

John

Now when you meet John, I think you approach him!

He's backstage taking a smoke

You'd think he's just having a quick break to relax before filming starts, but the way he's looking around, shifting his weight, and fiddling with his outfit says it all

Classic stage fright

You remember those days, but as a seasoned, successful actress, you've learned a few tips and tricks you think might help!

For one thing, getting to know more then just your co-stars is a bit of a relief

Plus, I mean... It's John Lennon! And have I mentioned you're a bit of a fan?

So you approach, completely unfazed, and poor old Lennon does a double take

Out of gentlemanly habit, he immediately puts out his dart when he sees you coming

You come right up and introduce yourself with a "how do you do"

Now at this point, normally he'd respond with a witty but dirty pick up line, but...

He can't tell if he's just not in the mood from his nerves or what, but he just can't bring himself to do it

Or maybe... Maybe there's just something about you?

It's not every day such a fetching woman approaches him without screaming her head off and begging for an autograph in the process

Besides, there's just this air of confidence about you that puts him at ease

You make it look so effortless too!

He wishes he could be like that...

John nods respectfully with a quiet "just fine thanks"

He doesn't bother to introduce himself, he simply assumes everyone here knows who he is

You tilt your head and smile invitingly

"Are you sure? Excuse me for saying so, but you seem a bit nervous"

Well, regarding the filming coming up, he was a bit, but standing here, talking with you?

He certainly is now!

"It's fine, just thinking about my lines and such"

You can tell he's lying, but you let the matter go to switch up tactics

"Well I'm sure you'll be just fine out ther- Oh? Hold on..."

You casually saunter up to him as though you've known him for years to straighten his tie and smooth down his lapels

Despite your boldness, John puts up no resistance. In fact, he finds he rather enjoys your touch

He's so use to a more... different sort of touch when it comes to women, to the point that he's nearly forgotten just how fulfilling soft and gentle contact like this can be

Forgetting himself, John leans into your palms a bit as you finish petting them across the chest of his suit

You definitely notice, but decide to have mercy and say nothing about it

"Just remember, if you need a little stage advice out there, I'll be around"

You wink at him and walk off to your dressing room

John waits a moment until your out of sight, weighing what just happened in his mind

You know what?

He smiles to himself and jogs after you

Maybe he does want some advice...

Paul

Now Paul I think is the one guy of the four to seek you out!

You're relaxing in your dressing room adding just a few small touch ups to your lipstick and so on until you're on

When the gentle knock comes to your door, you assume it's your assistant come to fetch you

You check the time and then hurry over to answer the door

"Yes yes, I-"

Paul is standing with his hands clasped behind his back, a respectful distance from your door

When he'd heard you were the leading lady of this film, he knew he simply had to see you in person

He's a bit of a fan himself you see, and he can tell you right now, the camera doesn't do you half justice

Paul's mouth forms a little "O" as he looks you up and down so quick, it's almost subtle

Not at all impressed, you look at him expectantly, but try to hold back any attitude

"Can I help you, Mr. McCartney?"

He snaps out of his daydream and at last looks at you with the respect you deserve

"Oh, my apologies love, I just wanted to greet my co-star!"

Paul gingerly takes your hand and kisses your knuckles

Alright, maybe you're a little impressed

"I've heard so much about you, I couldn't believe it when they told me you were going to be a part of our little film"

He laughs, and then clears his throat awkwardly

"Sorry, I guess I'm just something of a fan"

You're a bit taken aback to see Paul, the ladies man himself, McCartney acting flustered, but what a compliment for one of the Beatles to be a fan of you

Needless to say, you're nice about his being awkward and hang around for a little conversation

He tells you about all the movies he's seen you in and how wonderful a job he thought you did

You're really enjoying the moment, after all, what a rare one it is! Until your assistant comes to fetch you and Paul for filming

"Oh yes, we'll be right along!"

Paul calls after your assistant and more or less shoos them away

Once you two are alone again, Paul fidgets a moment fishing around in his pockets

"Now I know you get this a lot-"

He pulls out a newspaper article and a pen, then holds them out to you

Upon closer inspection, it's the headline from when you were recognized for your first acting award

"But could I please get your autograph?"

Then he leans in and whispers, "and please don't tell the lads..."

You laugh and assure him his secret is safe as you sign your name in flowing script before handing him his prize

Paul looks like a child in a candy shop, he's so excited

You smile sweetly and begin heading towards the filming site

Before you know it Paul trots up beside you, following close

He looks from you to his newspaper clipping once and then twice before his eyes linger on you

"You know, I have a record from one of your plays back at the hotel... Could you-?"

At first you shoot him a look, but the puppy eyes he's giving you assures you he means no funny business, so you promise him ❤️

Ringo

You meet Ringo backstage in between sets, right before your scene

And when I tell you the first time Ringo sees you, he immediately knows he would die for you...

!!! RINGO. IS. STAR STRUCK !!!

You're already gorgeous as is, so when his first time seeing you is all done up with your hair, outfit, and makeup for the movie he's just BLOWN AWAY

And as he should be 💅🏻

There's still a decent bit of time before he needs to take his place or anything like that, which is good bc his brain is in a whole other dimension rn

You're absolutely magnetic and all he can think to do is approach

"Oh, hello Mr. Starr! Can I help you?"

"hi"

You blink at him for a moment, not quite sure what's happening

But when it hits you, you quickly cover your mouth with a gloved hand, trying your very best not to laugh at the poor guy

Ringo however, is completely under your spell at the moment

"I uuuuh, I'm Ringo"

His big droopy eyes are absolutely transfixed in a dreamlike haze on your beautiful face, and he offers you his hand to shake

Now you're REALLY trying not to laugh

You give his hand a shake, brushing off any awkward feelings, and introduce yourself

Ringo repeats your name aloud, looking now as though he's been transported into a dream

That's your name? He loves that name! How did you know!

After a moment of awkward silence while you let him process, he thankfully seems to return to reality

"Ahem, sorry, I didn't mean to bother you"

He looks away quickly, now starting to realize he's made himself out to be quite the fool

"Well I feel rather silly, uh"

He scratches his neck and sneaks a glance up at you

Thankfully, you're very understanding! You have a lot of fans, and his behavior isn't quite unheard of in your experience

"Oh, no no! It's no trouble at all!"

You give a genuine laugh and tell him you're always glad to meet a fan

Ringo responds with a little humor to relieve any last traces of tension or awkwardness and then laughs his deep, goofy laugh

You contemplate what a strange but wonderful sound it is

And you know? wouldn't mind sticking around to hear it again...

Besides, he's clearly already very interested in you

That, and it's nice to meet a gentle soul amongst your fan base, rather then the clamoring men and women you're used to

Ringo smiles at you with pure admiration, before picking up some easy small talk with you, just as though you're anyone else

It's at that moment you officially fall for him

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So uuuuh, love triangle with Kardok uh? Tell us more about it 👀

Oh! Sure thing anon, but first a little disclaimer: I'm gonna base the answer on snips and bits from notes of my very old and in dire need of an update MediEvil fic, so take it as it is for now aight? Also put your seatbelts on and hold on tight, this is gonna be a bumpy ride yeee-haw! kdhdh

* Edit: I had to put it under another cut because it got longer than expected and again I don't wanna monopolize the dashboard with my posts

Basically my ME!Sona [redacted] and Oliver used to be a thing back in the days. They were so in love and they were the embodiment of happiness as a couple, despite her family disapproving of their relationship because of him (unwillingly) working for Zarok, their "lack of perspectives in life" given that both want to be artists (a painter and a bard respectively) and some fantasy racism just because, until one day Oliver just disappears. First it's days, then weeks and then months pass without her having a way to reach him if not through letters. Their correspondence, however, is short-lived because they suddenly break-up (through some very, maybe too much?, carefully planned and indisputable reasons they must go separate ways), just before my Sona could tell him she's pregnant. The news are so devastating for her, having lost the only good thing that happened to her, that she has a miscarriage and, unable to cope with the loss, she locks herself into her room and lets herself wither away.

And here is where the Cult makes its official apparition; posing as a holy institution, they convince her parents to entrust them with their daughter, assuring them that she will receive not only a flawless education but room and board without them having to fork out a shilling. And so she's taken into their custody, in a secret temple hidden away from the outside world (although is easy to find if you know where to look, hint hint) where she discovers the truth of her very being and her powers within.

In the meantime Oliver is being kept prisoner in the depths of Zarok's lair, subjected to the worst experiments by the latter to create an army of Fazgûls (he's the Adam of the situation let's say, with him being the first Fazgûl ever created and all). Long story short he kinda loses his mind here also because of his drug addition (he poisons himself to forget what Zarok forces him to do, mostly when it involves killing people) and so even when the sorcerer let's him go he's in such a dire mental state that he basically can't do anything but crawl to bed and fall into a coma, a dreamless sleep populated only by the ghost of his lost love. And regret. Lots of it.

Cut to some(?) years later, and my Sona returns to Peregrine Shire, her hometown, which she will destroy overnight when she unintentionally transforms into her true form. Zarok notices the huge beast wrecking havoc in the distance and goes "Damn girl, I could use that for war!" and orders his goons to go fetch her. Oliver is among them and realizes™ they're heading where my Sona lives, so in a moment of found lucidity he sprints into action trying to take her to safety (hint hint he can't, or at least not in the way he's thinking of).

Long story short, she gets taken to Zarok's lair but she escapes thanks to Oliver, Lord Kardok is put to the chase and manages to make her crash from the skies into the Silver Woods (rip Ghost Ship, ye shall be missed). She transforms back before he can see her and connect the dots, but she's injured and she's once again in one of those situations that threaten to break that already fragile thread that holds her sanity together (having burned her hometown to the ground and probably her parents too so she's left with nothing to turn back to. AGAIN.) so she kinda just, wait for him to finish her off. But he doesn't and actually decides to pick her up and bring her home with him. To tend to her wounds and interrogate her about the beast since she was the only person around to witness it fall ofc, no other reason at all! (<- is lying, also I remember it was a very good, almost touching passage in my fic so here's that too but details djdh)

Long story short, he takes an interest in her, she reciprocates, Oliver goes through an existential crisis when he sees them together but he's fine (spoiler alert he's not or rather he's very conflicted and it will show, and tbh my Sona still feels something for him but she can't forget what ""his"" letter put her through), then Lord Kardok and my Sona get married, but then the war happens and then she's pregnant again (of a child of dubious paternity but shhhh you didn't hear it from me 🤫) but then he dies and then the Cult claims her and then a century passes and Zarok returns... It's all quite a mess ngl jdhhc

So yeah, that's about that I guess, hope this helps and thank you so so much anon for actually forcing me to sit down, look through my MediEvil stuff and out together somewhat of a decent answer... That also works a reminder myself of all the blood and tears and sweat I've put to come up with all this succulent lore™ djdhhdh

[bogkeep]

hmmmmmmmmmm maybe i’ll write an Introspective Musing Post about my relationship to religion and their depiction in stories because i’ve pondering about this topic lately

so for those who are reading this and DON’T know what’s been going on...  there’s this webcomic i fell in love with some years ago, about six years actually, that depicts a post-apocalyptic fantasy/horror adventure set in the nordic countries. it had, and has still, some very uncomfortable flaws regarding racial representation, and the creator has historically not dealt very well with criticism towards it. it’s a whole Thing. my relationship with this comic has fluctuated a lot, since there are a lot of elements in it i DO love and i still feel very nostalgic about, and like idk i felt like i trust my skills in critical thinking enough to keep reading. aaand then the creator went a teensy bit off the deep end created a whole minicomic which is like... a lukewarm social media dystopia where christians are oppressed (and also everyone is a cute bunny, including our lord and saviour jesus christ). which is already tonedeaf enough considering there are religious people who DO get prosecuted for their faith, like, that’s an actual reality for a lot of people - but as far as i can tell, usually not christians. and then there’s an afterword that’s like, “anyway i got recently converted and realized i’m a disgusting human being full of sin who doesn’t deserve redemption but jesus loves me so i’ll be fine!! remember to repent for your sins xoxo” and a bunch of other stuff and IT’S KIND OF REALLY CONCERNING i have, uh, been habitually looking at the reactions to and discussions around this, maybe it’s not very self care of me but there’s a lot of overwhelming things rn and it’s fantastically distracting, yknow? like, overall this situation is fairly reminiscent of the whole jkr thing. creator of a series that is Fairly Beloved, does something hurtful, handles backlash in a weird way, a lot of people start taking distance from Beloved Series or find ways to enjoy it on their own terms, creator later reveals to have been fully radicalized and releases a whole manifesto, and any and all criticism gets framed as harassment and proving them right. of course, one of them is a super rich person with a LOT of media power and a topic that is a lot more destructive in our current zeitgeist, and the other is an independent webcomic creator, so it’s  not the same situation. just similar vibez ya feel as a result of this, i have been Thinking. and just this feels like some sort of defeat like god dammit she got me i AM thinking about the topic she wrote about!!! i should dismiss the whole thing!!! but thinking about topics is probably a good thing so hey lets go. me, i’m agnostic. i understand that this is a ‘lazy’ position to take, but it’s what works for me. i simply do not vibe with organized religion, personally. (i had the wikipedia page for ‘chaos magic’ open in a tab for several weeks, if that helps.) i was raised by atheists in a majorly atheist culture. christian atheist, i should specify. norway has been mostly and historically lutheran, and religion has usually been a private and personal thing. it turns out the teacher i had in 7th grade was mormon, but i ONLY found out because he showed up in a tv series discussing religious groups in norway later, and he was honestly one of the best teachers i have ever had - he reignited the whole class’ interest in science, math, and dungeons and dragons. it was a real “wait WHAT” moment for my teenage self. i think i was briefly converted to christianity by my friend when i was like 7, who grew up in a christian family (i visited them a couple times and always forgot they do prayers before dinner. oops!), but like, she ALSO made me believe she was the guardian of a secret magic orb that controls the entire world and if i told anybody the world would burn down in 3 seconds. i only suspected something was off when one day the Orb ran on batteries, and another day the Orb had to be plugged in to charge. in my defense i really wanted to be part of a cool fantasy plot. i had no idea how to be a christian beyond “uuuuh believe in god i guess” so it just faded away on its own. when i met this friend several years later, she was no longer christian. i think every childhood friend of mine who grew up in a christian family, was no longer christian when they grew up. most notably my closest internet friend whose family was catholic - she had several siblings, and each of them took a wildly different path, from hippie treehugger to laveyan satanist or something in that area. (i joined them for a sermon in a church when they visited my town. my phone went off during it because i had forgotten to silence it. oops!) ((i also really liked their mother’s interpretation of purgatory. she explained it as a bath, not fire. i like that.)) i have never had any personal negative experiences with christianity, despite being openly queer/gay/trans. the only time someone has directly told me i’m going to hell was some guy who saw me wearing a hoodie on norway’s constitution day. yeah i still remember that you bastard i’ve sworn to be spiteful about it till the day i die!! i’ve actually had much more insufferable interactions with the obnoxious kind of atheists - like yes yes i agree with you on a lot but that doesn’t diminish your ability to be an absolute hypocrite, it turns out? i remember going to see the movie ‘noah’ with a friend who had recently discovered reddit atheism and it was just really exhausting to discuss it with her. one of these Obnoxious Atheists is my Own Mother. which is a little strange, honestly, because she LOVES visiting churches for the Aesthetic and Architecture. we cannot go anywhere without having to stop by a pretty church to Admire and Explore. I’VE BEEN IN SO MANY CHURCHES FOR AN ATHEIST RAISED NON-CHRISTIAN. i’ve been to the vatican TWICE (i genuinely don’t even know how much of my extended family is christian. up north in the tiny village i come from, i believe my uncle is the churchkeeper, and it’s the only building in the area that did not get burnt down by the the nazis during ww2 - mostly because soldiers needed a place to sleep. still don’t know whether or not said uncle believes or not, because hey, it’s Personal) i think my biggest personal relationship to religion, and christianity specifically, has been academic. yeah, we learned a brief synopsis of world religions at school (and i remember the class used to be called ‘christianity, religion, and ethics’ and got changed to ‘religion, beliefs, and ethics’ which is cool. it was probably a big discourse but i was a teen who didnt care), but also my bachelor degree is in art history, specifically western art history because it’s a vast sprawling topic and they had to distill it as best they could SIGHS. western art history is deeply entangled with the history of the church, and i think the most i’ve ever learnt about christianity is through these classes (one of my professors wrote an article about how jesus can be interpreted as queer which i Deeply Appreciate). i also specifically tried to diversify my academic input by picking classes such as ‘depiction of muslims and jewish people in western medieval art’ and ‘art and religion’ when i was an exchange student in canada, along with 101 classes in anthropology and archaeology. because i think human diversity and culture is very cool and i want to absorb that knowledge as best as i can. i think my exchange semester in canada was the most religiously diverse space have ever been in, to be honest. now as an adult i have more christian friends again, but friends who chose it for themselves, and who practice in ways that sound good and healthy, like a place of solace and community for them. the vast majority of my friends are queer too, yknow?? i’ve known too many people who have seen these identities as fated opposites, but they aren’t, they’re just parts of who people are. it’s like... i genuinely love people having their faiths and beliefs so much. i love people finding that space where they belong and feel safe in. i love people having communities and heritages and connections. i deeply respect and admire opening up that space for faith within any other communities, like... if i’m going to listen to a podcast about scepticism and cults, i am not going to listen to it if it’s just an excuse to bash religion. i think the search for truth needs to be compassionate, always. you can acknowledge that crystals are cool and make people happy AND that multi level marketing schemes are deeply harmful and prey on people in vulnerable situaitons. YOU KNOW???? so now’s when i bring up Apocalypse Comic again. one of the things i really did like about it was, ironically, how it handled religion. in its setting, people have returned to old gods, and their magic drew power from their religion. characters from different regions had different beliefs and sources. in the first arc, they meet the spirit of a lutheran pastor, who ends up helping them with her powers. it was treated as, in the creators own words, ‘just another mythology’. and honestly? i love that. it was one of the nicest depictions i’ve seen of christianity in fiction, and as something that could coexist with other faiths. I Vibe With That. and then, uh, then... bunny dystopia comic. it just... it just straight up tells you christianity is literally the only way to..?? be a good person??? i guess?? i’m still kind of struggling to parse what exactly it wanted to say. the evil social media overlord bird tells you the bible makes you a DANGEROUS FREETHINKER, but the comic also treats rewriting the bible or finding your own way to faith as something,, Bad. The Bible Must Remain Unsullied. Never Criticize The Bible. also, doing good things just for social media clout is bad and selfish. you should do good things so you don’t burn in hell instead. is that the message? it reads a lot like the comic creator already had the idea for the comic, but only got the urge to make it after she was converted and needed to spread the good word. you do you i guess!! i understand that she’s new to this and probably Going Through Something, and this is just a step on her journey. but the absolute self-loathing she described in her afterword... it does not sound good. i’m just some agnostic kid so what do i know, but i do not think that kind of self-flagellating is a kind faith to have for yourself. i might not ever have been properly religious, but you know what i AM familiar with? a brain wired for ocd and intrusive thoughts. for a lot of my life i’ve struggled with my own kind of purity complex. i’ve had this really strange sensitivity for things that felt ‘tainted’. i’ve experienced having to remove more and more words from my vocabulary because they were Bad and i did not want to sully my sentences. it stacked, too - if a word turned out to be an euphemism for something, i could never feel comfortable saying it again. i still struggle a bit with these things, but i have confronted these things within myself. i’ve had to make myself comfortable with imperfection and ‘tainted’ things and accept that these are just, arbitrary categories my mind made up. maybe that’s the reason i can’t do organized religion even if i found one that fit for me - just like diets can trigger disordered eating, i think it would carve some bad brainpaths for me. so yeah i’m worried i guess! i’m worried when people think it’s so good that she finally found the correct faith even if it’s causing all this self-hate. is there really not a better way? or are they just trusting she’ll find it? and yeah it’s none of my concern, it’s like, i worry for jkr too but i do not want her within miles of my trans self thANKS. so like, i DO enjoy media that explores faith and what it means for you. my favourite band is the oh hellos, which DOES draw on faith and the songwriter’s experience with it. because of my religious iliteracy most of it has flown over my head for years and i’m like “oh hey this is gay” and then only later realize it was about god all along Probably. i like what they’ve done with the place. also, stormlight archive - i had NO idea sanderson was mormon, the way he writes his characters, many of whom actively discuss religion and their relationship to it. i love that about the books, honestly. Media That Explores Religion In A Complex And Compassionate Way... we like that i’ve been thinking about my own stories too, and how i might want to explore faith in them. most of my settings are based on magic and it’s like, what role does religion have in a world where gods are real and makes u magic. in sparrow spellcaster’s story, xe creates? summons? an old god - brings them to life out of the idea of them. it’s a story about hubris, mostly. then there’s iphimery, the story where i am actively fleshing out a pantheon. there’s no doubt the gods are real in the fantasy version of iphimery, they are the source of magic and sustain themselves on slivers of humanity in exchange. but in the modern version, where they are mostly forgotten? that’s some room for me to explore, i think. especially the character of timian, who comes from a smaller town and moves to a large and diverse city. in the fantasy story, the guardian deity chooses his sister as a vessel. in the modern setting, that does not happen, and i don’t yet know what does, but i really want timian to be someone who struggles with his identity - his faith, his sexuality, the expectations cast upon him by his hometown... i’m sure it’s a cliché story retold through a million gay characters but i want to do it too okay. i want to see him carve out his own way of existing within the world because i care him and want to see him thrive!!! alrighty i THINK that’s all i wanted to write. thanks if you read all of this, and if you didn’t that’s super cool have a nice day !

[redrockcanyons]

Hello it is me, notorious cross platform message fiend and forgetter of replies—

Can we have:

🌵, 🌾, 🌟 for Maddox, Wyatt, Remus and Hafiz :3 I need this for uuuuh research purposes! Plotting, scheming ...

Research purposes, I see... I think I'm putting this one under a cut because you've paired Hoe Central with the physical affection question, so let's stay on the safe side here.

🌵- How does this oc feel about physical affection?

Physical affection is Maddox's love language, and he seeks it out a lot. Doesn't matter if it's absolute strangers in a bar or people he considers close, he needs it. Most of his relationships are built on casual sex and little else. Things get a lot more complicated once there's feelings involved (at which point he tends to withdraw). Not that a lot of people know (because he wouldn't let them get emotionally close enough), but he has a tendency to go non-verbal on bad mental health days and when he does, he's doubling down on the physicality of his actions. That is, if he has let the person into his life far enough for them to be able to witness it.

Wyatt isn't too keen on physical affection outside of sex, or at least that's what he thinks. The truth is that he's never experienced much of it outside of that, and since he's always been the one in control when it got down to it, most of the affection he got out of that was fleeting at that. His dislike for it mostly stems from fear, fear that anyone who'd want to hug or touch him is just pulling a prank on him, or on a drunken dare. It's happened in his youth, and he's convinced himself that every physical encounter is gonna end like that if he lets it happen. The truth is, though, that'd he come to find that the occasional display of physical affection can feel rather nice... if he'd just allow it.

Remus is more or less comfortable with physical affection, but careful about who he's sharing it with, especially after the Second Battle of Hoover Dam. PDA isn't thrown around all willy-nilly, affections are shown when he has the time to fully focus on the one who's receiving them. It's about the ingrained need to keep up appearances, to not let people know who he's close with, not showing his weak spots out in public. He hid the true extent of his love for his wives when he was still in the Legion to protect them, and it's carried over into his post-Dam life. However, when he can be sure no one's around to witness any of it, he can spend hours on affections.

Hafiz is pretty big on physical affection and extremely casual about it. He's very tactile, a pat on the shoulder as a goodbye, a hand resting against the small of someone's back while he's walking past them, an arm slung around someone's shoulder as they're sat next to him, talking to him. It's so natural to him, he doesn't even notice he's doing it. This extends to romantic relationships as well, he always seems to seek a physical connection, be it brushing his hands against theirs while he's handing them the newspaper, or running his fingers through their hair while they're listening to music together.

🌾- How does this oc get along with people they just met?

Talking to Maddox is extremely easy and usually a fun, casual time. He's charming, a good listener and a big flirt, who seemingly always knows how to make someone feel wanted and heard, or how to play into their desires, or how to keep a conversation going when it's threatening to die down. Always up for a joke, things never tend to get too dark either. He's making sure they're staying carefree and superficial. Sometimes he can even be found at the center of a group of people, just infecting them with his good mood. Best of luck trying to get to know him, though, he's the king of deflection. Most people walk away from encounters with him satisfied and happy, only to return the next day in hopes of talking to him again, finding him gone, never to return. And no one seems to know who he really was or where he's headed to now. He just leaves people wanting for more.

Wyatt is an absolute menace during his first couple meetings with others. Rude, mean, patronising, sexist... just hellbent on offending the person so much, they hopefully run for the hills and don't ever think of coming back. He's the most comfortable in solitude, with no company but the sound of the waves crushing into the beach below his lighthouse. He doesn't even take the time to get to know people. They're just "the x with the y" to him. "The blonde with the saggy tits". "The tall one with the crooked nose". "The lanky one with the speech impediment". It doesn't matter to him. If he gets his way, they'll never set another foot on his property.

Post-Dam, Remus is closed off. Careful not to give anything about himself away, and short on the responses. It's not uncomfortable talking to him, but he's clearly hard to reach and avoiding certain topics altogether. He doesn't seem too patient about drawn out conversations either, often seeming like he's physically there, sure, but far away mentally. There's just something about interactions with people outside the Legion that he doesn't seem to fully grasp, the way that conversations are meant to go down, how everyone seems obsessed with the weather or why people constantly feel the need to bring it up. He's trying, though, he really is, and it's a slow progress, but he's getting there.

Hafiz treats strangers with a guarded kindness. He doesn't have anything to hide, but the Wasteland's made him wary of people who are just a tad bit too friendly with him. It's not that he side-eyes every stranger that he sees, it's just that he's very careful about sharing anything significant with them. He tends to warm up to people quickly, though, and it's not unusual for him to go from guarded polite talk to swapping tales of his journeys filled with loud, barking laughter within the span of a couple of hours.

🌟- Is this oc good at expressing themself through words or do they have to use other means?

Maddox has a hard time communicating his emotions and needs verbally, and prefers to handle all of his issues by himself. He's afraid of taking up space in people's lives, not considering himself worthy enough of that much genuine care and attention. It's making things a lot harder on his relationships than they have to be, and he has a tendency to straight up run away or skip town when situations regarding him turn out to be difficult. Most of his more serious communicating happens through small gestures.

Wyatt doesn't see the need to express himself, which is an issue to begin with. Things are just meant to slot into place, and when they don't, he just shrugs them off. It works for him, but less so for the people who care about maintaining friendships or relationships with him, or have a different approach to interpersonal interactions than he has. He does know how to use his words, if it's absolutely necessary, but most of the time he just doesn't feel like making an effort to use them more than once.

Remus is relatively good at expressing himself through words, a skill he's only recently learned. It's not always easy to communicate calmly (and more importantly without resorting to violence) but he's on the best path to fixing that.

Hafiz is good at expressing himself through words AND through other means. Tackling the issue at hand, talking things through before they escalate, it's what he prefers. He's usually the one to initiate the whole deal, and he's keen on finding solutions. Unfortunately, sometimes, he's just too focused on fixing the wrong problem.