#but Frye is probably the best choice

[loz-the-noob]

I’m actually lowkey kinda glad about the Deep Cut drama bc…… It’s so much easier to pick a team now. They’re mad at Big Man for collaborating with the Squid Sisters? So that means siding with Big Man is the same as siding with the Squid Sisters. Just sayin…

#i was genuinely so stuck between Shiver and Frye because #Shiver’s my fav. I love the silly #but Frye is probably the best choice #i always thought big man was going to win regardless #ALTHOUGH it does feel like Nintendo is trying to push a big man win with big betrayal? Like now everyone feels bad for him #BUT we can use his crazy popularity to get a W for the TRUE team!!! SQUID SISTERS FOREVER YAYYYY #He’s a smart ray he might even let Marie take over a bit #squid sisters #deep cut #big man #splatoon #big betrayal #shiver vs frye vs big man

[recreationalfanfics]

For Assassin's Creed hc how would the Connor Kenway, Jacob Frye, and Ezio having a pletonic relationship with a fellow assassin who is younger then them and is a medic in training?

Just strictly pletonic yandere with a female assassin

AAAH, THANK YOU FOR MY FIRST AC REQUEST!!

Platonic Yandere! Connor:

- No because Connor has dad vibes or at the very least, protective older brother vibes and that is EXACTLY how he'll be with you.

- Maybe you joined the Brotherhood and he took you under his wing or maybe he was assigned to be your teacher but either way, he will always be nearby and watching you just to make sure you are safe.

- He will also help educate you in your medical education as best as he can, introducing you and getting you familiar with helpful plants that have medical uses and such.

- He also insists on being the one to teach you how to fight properly because even though he knows your main focus is healing and helping injured assassin's recover, he'd never forgive himself if he allowed something to happen to you. Don't worry, he's a gentle teacher who eases you in and has a lot of good advice.

- He has killed people for you. Templars who tried sneak you or drunken men who tried to hit on you. When you panic and ask him why he did that, he says that he had no other choice. You think that maybe he could've just knocked them out, tied them up somewhere and left them, but...it IS Connor. He usually chooses the most peaceful and diplomatic options.

- Maybe...maybe you're overthinking it. After all, Connor would never lie to you...right?

Platonic Yandere! Jacob:

- You definetly meet Jacob when he's brought in by the Brotherhood with some new injury he got that was probably from doing a stupid stunt. Either way, it's not too bad and it was good practice.

- He's a fun and lovable guy, honestly. He's cracking jokes and making you laugh and asking about how long you've been with the Brotherhood. You feel relaxed with him, he's so much more casual than other assassins and you're more drawn to him.

- He lets you hang around him and the Rooks, all of them love you like a little sister and are always happy when you come around. Sometimes Jacob calls you in if one of them needs to be patched up and he jokingly says that maybe instead of the Brotherhood, you should just work as a healer for him and his gang.

- You laugh it off and so does he but he's actually deadly serious about it. Jacob isn't gonna act like the Brotherhood is all peachy and perfect because they're assassins and some of those heartless bastards wouldn't feel any guilt leaving you behind on a mission or something, but...if you worked for him, you'd be much more safer. Everyone loves you, everyone adores you, and everyone (especially Jacob) would ensure your safety before their own.

- Most definetly has started fights over you, like some drunk tells you that you'd be a better whore than a medic and Jacob loses his mind, both Evie and Henry and even some other rooks have to pull him back as he beats the man shitless for saying those things about you.

- He kinda treats you like a kid, which is ironic because he hates being treated that way himself by older Assassins and Evie, but he can't help it. You're still so innocent to this world, too innocent to even be an Assassin, so just leave it to Jacob and keep everyone happy with that adorable smile of yours, yeah?

Platonic Yandere! Ezio:

- NO BECAUSE HE'D THE W O R S T OUT OF THESE TWO AND MORE NOTICEABLE AS A PLATONIC YANDERE. ESPECIALLY IF YOU REMIND HIM OF HIS BROTHERS IN ANYWAY, SHAPE, OR FORM.

- You'd be way too star struck to notice it, though. After all, you're meeting THE Ezio Auditore! AND HE SEEMS TO NOT BE ANNOYED BY YOUR INEXPERIENCE LIKE THE OTHER ASSASSINS.

- Unlike Jacob he won't deter from being an assassin and he'll also teach you to defend yourself like Connor but you just fill in a gap in his heart that he thought would always be empty after what happened to his family.

- You start to notice his yandere tendencies when an Assassin snaps at you because you might've done something wrong and Ezio just threatens them with death straight up. He charms his way out of it but the even still kinda lives in the back of your mind.

- NO BECAUSE BOTH TEMPLARS AND ASSASSIN'S FEAR YOU. Because if a Templar captain sees his troupes bring in an Assassin Prisoner and it's YOU, the captain will start crying as he asks his men if they know what they've done. Other Assassin's have seen the injuries Ezio has given to those who ALLOW you to get hurt and for that reason, you are to stay close to them at all times for fear they might meet the same fate.

- Depending on which Ezio we're talking about, he'll literally make it so that you're always under his protection and that he can always have his eye on you.

- Bonus thing: he does not trust boys, given his background and how he played with women, he'd much rather choose one of his own assassins that are your age than risk having you get your heart broken, he's a good dad that way.

#Assassin's Creed #Yandere Assassin's Creed #Yandere Ac #AC x reader #Connor Kenway x reader #Ezio Auditore x reader #Ezio x reader #jacob frye x reader #yandere connor kenway x reader #yandere ezio x reader #yandere Jacob Frye x reader #ratohnhaké:ton #ratohnhaké:ton x reader #yandere ratohnhaké:ton x reader #tw yandere #yandere male #platonic yandere

[teecupangel]

Thoughts on Jacob Frye? And Jacob/Desmond? Would they work as a couple or no?

I like Jacob and I find his character quite intriguing considering how it’s a different take on how daddy issues can screw you up in a franchise littered with daddy issues no less. (I do prefer Evie gameplay-wise because that stealth camo thing is OP). While his real reasoning for making the Rooks can be debatable in terms of just what long-term plan he has in mind, his heart is in the right place and he does try what he can with the information available to him.

Would Jacob and Desmond work as a couple? Sure, they can.

My thoughts on Jacob/Desmond

Jacob a good flirt normally. He’s a bad flirt when he actually likes the person he’s flirting with. He’s a horrible flirt with Desmond because he can see Desmond is humoring him.

Desmond wouldn’t see Jacob as a ‘love interest’ immediately but he finds Jacob’s horrible flirting as cute. He does think Jacob isn’t really serious about him and just has a crush on him. At best, he’d consider Jacob as a friend. At worst, a novice needing guidance.

Jacob has to show him that he’s more than he lets on. It’s during the time they spend together as comrades and friends that their feelings deepen for one another.

So yeah, it’s a ‘friends-to-lovers’ kind of deal, mostly.

In a full-on Modern AU, Jacob would probably meet Desmond in Bad Weather and strike up a conversation with him. He’s still a horrible flirt but Desmond finds that endearing anyway. Jacob would definitely google puns he can use for flirting just to make me suffer and Desmond would find them funny anyway.

Desmond is more comfortable with Jacob than Evie because he’s fun to be with when it’s not Assassin-related. He’s also more understanding of Jacob’s actions because he can see that Jacob didn’t become an Assassin because he wants to uphold his family name.

In all honesty, I see Jacob as more of a character who became an Assassin because of pressure. Pressure to follow the steps of his successful father. Pressure to not fall behind his twin sister. There was never really any choice for Jacob to not become an Assassin, not really.

And Desmond understands that. They bond over it and Jacob shares with him things he could never say out loud to other people, not to Evie or their father.

Desmond still puts his foot down on many things that the Rooks do and cracks down on their less savory ‘tasks’.

Desmond sorta becomes Jacob’s second-in-command and the Rooks transformed into a more vigilante-type group than an actual gang.

Desmond would be the one to ask Jacob out officially. Before that, they were kinda dating anyway (if patrolling London and doing Rooks-related stuff counts)

They will have a playful and peaceful relationship. Desmond is the kinkier of the two of them (thanks, 21st-century knowledge) and Jacob is game with anything. They switch a lot too.

Because of Desmond’s personality and the cheats he got from his Bleed, he sees the darkness in Jack that Jacob missed. It would take a long while but he does manage to temper the darkness and channel it to controlled rage. This means Jack the Ripper does not exist but Jack the Assassin is definitely still a creepy kid who is super loyal to Desmond. And, yeah, he likes to call Jacob and Desmond his fathers.

Lydia still exists because they got a surrogate to have Jacob’s child. They dote on Lydia a lot. Lydia’s favorite uncle is Uncle Jack.

#i think they would work as a couple #the idiot couple evie would (affectionately) call them #jacdes #i guess that would be the pairing name? #idk #ask and answer

[totaldramafan-lauri]

LOOK AT THEMMMMMM!!! Frye is cute, Big Man looks so flipping cool in that pattern, and Shiver! Is! SO GORGEOUS!!!! *cough* A-anyway-

FrostyFest has been going great so far! A fair amount of losses, sure, but a lot of wins, too! My first win of the day was a 10x battle, even....I feel like I've been pulling my weight, and getting some good teams, too! Not one mirror match also! Things are looking good so far....

Also, uh.....I-I think I have a new favorite map....(In 3) This is a map I've played on before, but never this much in one session....So, it took me a while to realize just how much I love it....A-and I'm willing to bet that, like with Moray, this is a map that has its haters somewhere, and that's fine, cuz this is a weird one....

I've come to really, really like Shipshape Cargo Co.

I-I can't help it....It's just so FUN! Nearly every match I've had on it has been fun! It feels so GOOD to snipe there! The perfect size, and sooooo much good high ground.....Taking the middle feels great, cuz you can overlook soooo much of the enemy base...It's like an even better Eeltail Alley! I-I wish I could've realized how fun this map was sooner than this, but....I am not complaining about playing on it so much!

I-I know this probably sounds like a really random choice for favorite stage, and I dunno how many agree with me, but.....that's just my taste, really.....XD

It's no Moray, which I still miss, but it'll definitely do! I'm happy to have so much love for a new 3 stage! >v< Cuz I already know what my fav 1 and 2 stages are. XD

Speaking of which....Bluefin Depot's back? My prayers are answered! Now, all that will be lost when 1's online goes down will be Saltspray Rig and Urchin Underpass......I'm nostalgic for both of those, but Bluefin was my favorite of the three easily. Glad to have it back!

Here's hoping I can keep up this momentum in Tricolor tomorrow, but.....I-I flipping sucked at that last time, so I don't have a lot of confidence.....I-I'll try by best for Shiver's revenge, tho!!

#lauri plays splatoon 3 #splatfest #frostyfest #shipshape appreciation day

[squid-ink-symphony]

Why YOU should vote for Shiver!

I know, i know. You are probably already decided on Frye or Big Man for this Splatfest. I don't blame you. All the members of Deep Cut are deeply loveable and would all make equally useless leaders. But i'm going to try and convince any of you that might be on the fence. And of course this is just for fun. I wish the best of luck to all three teams! I love all members of Deep Cut near equally and if this were a popularity contest i would be STRUGGLING. But luckily we have a concrete question to answer here!

Reason One:

She already sort of is the leader? She opens and closes the Anarchy Splatcast, is the one to announce Splatfests, and seems to be the one setting the tone for most of their broadcasts. So in a way you could argue she is already naturally fulfilling the role of a leader in Deep Cut. She serves as a stable(ish) point that both Big Man and Frye can bounce off of for conversations and jokes. In story mode you could argue Frye is more of a leader, but when it comes to the Splatcast Shiver is leading. So, the fact that Shiver DOESN'T step in and try to be in the spotlight and lets Frye take the lead shows that she knows how to let others be in charge when they are better suited to be.

Reason Two:

She has the least cons when it comes to her being in charge. This is a bit of a personal preference, but to me she seems like she has the least flaws when it comes to specifically leadership qualities. (She is still.... quite flawed...) Let's face it. Big Man is too much of a softie to be a leader. He would be VERY easily swayed by others. This is evident in his dialogue during his story mode rematch. "Ayy... (Still not a big fan of fighting, but...) Aaay! (The other two will yell at me if I run away!)" <direct quote from him. He is already easily pushed around by both Shiver and Frye. Figuratively AND literally when you take this line into account: “Ay? (Is that why you elbowed me aside when we were in line for ice cream?)” So he wouldn't even really be a leader in the end, more like a figurehead. Frye or Shiver could easily get him to do anything they wanted. Do i think they would seriously force him to do something he absolutely doesn't want to? No. But it wouldn't be that hard to convince him. He likes making people happy. As for Fyre? She's very indecisive. It's shown time and time again when she debates what splatfest team to pick, often changing her mind multiple times. She is also very spontaneous and likes to change plans up quickly. This can be helpful, but i think it would just end up with Deep Cut not having a concrete plan and instead bouncing around from project to project.

Reason 3:

inkipedia lowkey agrees with me. Ok, ok, ok. I know this is a stupid point. But all of this is quite silly already. But check out this quote from the wiki:

"Still, she appears to be the most mature member of Deep Cut, often remaining pragmatic, and composed, opposite of Frye and Big Man who tend to be more bold than Shiver. This maturity makes her a sort of leader of Deep Cut, in charge of opening and closing every Anarchy Splatcast and announcing important events like Splatfest themes and game updates."

See! At least the fans in charge of the wiki agree with me!

Reason 4:

She is the most mature. I know this is directly from the inkipedia quote above. But roll with me here. She is the most level headed and rational member of the trio. (which, admittedly, isn't saying much) But this means she can make good decisions and won't lead Deep Cut into too much trouble.

Reason 5:

It would be funny. A LOT of people are getting genuinely upset and toxic/rude about Shiver winning 4 splatfests. You know what would be funny? Making mean people even madder.

In conclusion... None of them are great choices. They do truy work better as co hosts instead of having one lead the other two. But when it comes down to it, Shiver is pretty much already leading Deep Cut. So having it be official wouldn't change their dynamic that much in the end.

Besides, we all know who should be the real leader of Deep Cut.... MARIE! I mean she is their boss.... right?

#splatoon #splatoon 3 #shiver vs frye vs big man #splatfest #shiver #frye #deep cut splatoon #big man splatoon

[creativestarshine]

ATTENTION SQUIDIZENS OF INKOPOLIS AND THE SPLATLANDS!

I HAVE MADE AN INCREDIBLE DISCOVERY!!!

So we all know that the upcoming Splatoon 3 has a lot of theme with 3. (The three idols, the three Splatfest theme choices, a lot of 3 details and stuff like that in general)

BUT WHAT I JUST REALIZED IS EVEN MORE AMAZING!

Look closely and you can see the designs of the idols themselves are even more interesting.

Frye is mostly yellow with accents of red and blue. (Her fingertips and toes, even the inside of her mouth is blue!)

While Shiver is mostly blue with accents of red, and while Big Man doesn't really carry most of these colors in general, his character model often reflects those three colors because of his semi-shiny appearance.

So we got Red, Yellow and Blue... and why are they significant?

Because they're the three Primary Colors.

Three Splatfest Teams, Three Idols of the Splatlands the various themes of the number three, all representing the three Primary Colors.

JUST WHEN WE THOUGHT SPLATOON 3 COULDN'T GET ANY BETTER, THIS IS PROBABLY ONE OF THE BEST THINGS THEY COULD HAVE COME UP WITH!!!

#splat2n #splatoon #splatfest #splat 3 hype #splatoon 3 #deep cut #frye #shiver #big man

[royalty-subway-headcanons]

Hi, so I know I haven’t been posting much here recently (or filling the request in my inbox). The truth is that I’ve been mostly having fun in the ask blog I made and been thinking about things, so I haven’t been around to finish some requests (don’t worry, I’m still working on them ;w;). And I’m sort of starting to get back into Splatoon (for those who don’t know since I’ve been a bit vocal about it on my Twitter, I used to be in the Splatoon scenes, before leaving for personal reasons, I’m also currently trying to redesign a few Splatoon OCs of mine and been thinking of making another blog about the agents in the game, but I digress ;w;)

Like, I would even say that I know more about Splatoon than Pokemon itself. So I decided to draw some people as either Inklings or Octolings. And write a few headcanons for it because I really like the game. ;w;

I also decided to make a list of how skilled they were with certain weapon classes and what level they were in each thing.

So yeah, here's my thing.

Appearance:

The Nimbasa Trio all have eyes of those who are idols (a plus-like symbol for Inklings, and an infinity symbol for Octolings). I mean, they're a bit popular so… They're all also pretty tall. Plus, Emmet and Ingo's eyebrows are also triangular.

Emmet also has an off-white rope on his hair, just like Frye has. Just for style preference, it's not like he shoved his entire face into a net and got stuck in there.

The only characters that change their hair color entirely (like, when switching colors) are Sonia, and both Tate and Liza. Everyone else is just the tip of their hair-

And the only people that changed their fingertips and toes into different colors are Sordward, Shielbert (ears too, for those two) and Elesa. Elesa did it in her own accords. While Sordward and Shielbert were just born with it. Which was for the better to tell who was who.

… Maybe the same could be said about Emmet and Ingo. I can see the possibility of them having their fingertips changed into a color (the same color as the tip of their hair), kinda like Marina. And if so, Elesa was probably the one to convince them to do it.

Those with pointy ears are just Sordward and Shielbert. Sordward pointing downwards and Shielbert pointing upwards. Although… they can still move their ears up and down, just like some people. It’s just a style preference.

Those two also have tattoos on each side of their arms. You see those little icons of the red and blue squids with a sword and shield? It's those. Sordward having the red shield on his right arm, and Shielbert having the blue sword on his left arm. Just to remind them of each other, if the different color of mouth, fingertips, toes and ears weren't obvious enough.

I honestly couldn’t decide whether to make Tate and Liza into Inklings or Octolings, so I thought that maybe they could somehow switch into both species? They’re psychic. ;w;

If this were the case, I would imagine that Liza would be born Inkling and Tate would be born Octoling. Which would confuse anyone, but hey.

Weapons:

In the “OH GOD, DON’T GIVE ME THIS WEAPON” list are Chargers for Sordward, ANY heavy weapons for Shielbert (especially Dynamo Rollers or Hydra Splatlings), Splatlings for Sonia, and Blasters for Ingo. Everyone else can at least manage with any weapon. It’s just these guys cannot save their lives with it-

Here's the thing, Emmet may suck when it comes to Brellas. But that doesn't mean he won't discard the idea of using "unfair" weapons like the Undercover Brellas. He sometimes likes to use weapons that are considered OP, like the Clash Blaster or the Bloblobber . Not because he cheats to win, but to piss everyone off.

So the best weapon of choice for them, right? Sordward prefers either Rollers or Inkbrushs as a weapon. He’s really fine with either or. Shielbert only does best with Brellas. Sonia is fine with anything (besides Splatlings). Emmet LOVES weapons that are either dualies or heavy as shit (like a Dynamo Roller). And Ingo prefers weapons that are long ranged (but can handle heavy weapons well). While Elesa, Liza and Tate are also fine with anything, like, they can all manage.

The reason why the Subway Bosses and Tate and Liza are very good with a lot of weapons is because they trained a lot. With weapons they either love or hate. Granted, they have some disadvantages, but they're still pretty strong.

The difference is that Emmet and Ingo used to work in the Deepsea Metro and trained there (which is how they managed to get better with every weapon, that and Turf War)

For Tate and Liza, well, they're strong people that care about winning. So naturally, they would try their best at being good with each weapon class.

Turf War/Rank/Salmon Run/Tricolor/Splatfest:

The Subway Bosses are extremely competitive when it comes to anything, Turf War, Rank, Salmon Run, anything. More so that they participate in said activities a lot. Same thing for Elesa, Tate and Liza. But they all know it's just fun in games unless it's Rank-

… And as for the Royal twins and Sonia, they couldn't care that much about anything. I mean, one of them has a job as a professor. The sword one doesn't wish to play with other peasants because he doesn't have any friends. And the shield one just sucks at everything he tries-

I mean… At least Shielbert TRIES to do things. He even tried Salmon Run, unlike Sordward who just sees it as a workplace for peasants. He doesn't even wish to interact with other people. ;w;

Sonia never tried Rank, mostly because it's an absolute war zone there. People just take it too seriously there and she prefers chill matches. Or just chill in general.

It's just, some people are better in modes than others. For example, Emmet is both good at Rank and Salmon Run. Tate and Ingo are good at Rank. Elesa and Sordward is Turf War. And Liza is just Salmon Run. Sonia and Shielbert are just "eh" at everything. Nothing big to note.

They all have their favorite modes though, Sordward and Sonia lack it. But everyone has some; Tower Control for Shielbert, Rainmaker for Ingo, Splatzone for Elesa, Clam Blitz for Tate, and Salmon Run for Emmet and Liza.

Tricolor matches… are certainly something. To be honest, it intrigued Shielbert, Emmet, Elesa, Liza and Tate. It intrigued Shielbert and Elesa for the three colors, though. But the rest just enjoy the battle itself… Besides Emmet because Jesus fucking Christ being on the Scissors Team for that sucks ass… ;w;

Speaking of that, Splatfest is an important thing to the Splatoon world. And they all do participate in their own way. Sordward and Sonia just pick a team, and that’s it. While everyone else ACTUALLY participates in it.

In a matter of luck, 99% of the time Sordward, Emmet and Tate pick a team that loses (that’s what they get for having shit taste-), while oddly enough, Ingo tends to pick the team that wins, most of the time anyway. By accident. While everyone else is just random.

Extra info:

… It probably wouldn’t be a surprise that both Sordward and Shielbert desire to be idols. Or at least be known to be heroes. Like, the people who brought back the Great Zapfish kind of heroes.

Also, funny enough, Sordward used to hate Octolings. Or at least not exactly trust them at first. Mainly for historical reasons; Inklings and Octarians used to be at war with one another about 100 years ago. But… not nowadays. And Shielbert is the opposite. He's intrigued by Octarians, if anything.

Like, sure, he also didn't exactly trust Octos 100%. But they're still pretty intriguing. Like, they’re pretty advanced in technology compared to the Inklings. And they look different. Like, big eyes, eye mask not being connected, round ears, curly hair with the suction cup on the outside, teeth arranged differently, sharp like claws, usually very tall and… you get the point. He also knows about the Sanitized Octarians and the Mammalians. Unlike his brother.

More so to a point Shielbert can speak SOME Octarian scripts pretty well. Granted, he isn't a master at it. But he knows the basics. Same for Sonia. While Sordward and Elesa can only understand Inkling scripts.

Sonia is both intrigued by Octarian technology and humans as a species. You know, they once lived about 12,000 years ago before flooding the place.

Shielbert and Sonia mostly learned Octarian language and technology through Piers (who's an Octoling based on this AU ;w;). Shielbert did learn a bit on his own, but some were through Piers. Also, you can probably imagine Shielbert's intrigued side shine here since Piers is an Octo.

By the way, the same applies to Emmet and Ingo when it comes to Inkling scripts. They can speak some. But not all. While Liza and Tate can speak all the scripts.

Back in the Octarian army years. Emmet and Ingo played an important part there. Like, Emmet used to make those weird vehicle things for Octarians. While Ingo made different kinds of weapons for Octolings to use.

Both Emmet and Ingo were present in the final battle between DJ Octavio and Agent 3. It was a concert, apparently. And after hearing Calamari Inkantation from the Squid Sisters, much like Marina, sort of changed the way they see things.

They didn't really hate Inklings… They never did. It was just… very unfair on how they were being treated in both groups. One being shown false propaganda of a single race and will probably be executed for being traitors. And other being that this "Agent 3" person kept on beating the shit out of Octarians for just existing. So… They left and lived deep underground; the Deepsea Metro.

They loved it there. Yes, it's saddening to see Octarians turning Sanitized and becoming brainwashed by Commander Tartar. Hell, they COULD'VE become Sanitized if they listened to Commander Tartar about the Promised Land. But they didn't care about that… Why would they? Octarians and Inklings are assholes. There's no point in living in those places, just staying in the subway with C.Q. Cumber seems okay enough.

They only "semi" escaped right after what happened to Number 10,008, or Agent 8, and Commander Tartar. Agent 8 managed to escape and make peace with the Inklings, much like some other Octolings. From what they heard, anyway. So they both decided to visit, and it's true, the two species were at peace.

… They would've stayed there, but there's no point. They don't even have a home here. Until Elesa pretty much invited them to live in her apartment since… The Deepsea Metro isn’t exactly a safe place to be in. ;w;

Elesa was probably their only Inkling friend for a while. Until they met Skyla, and other Inkling people as well. I imagine Skyla to be an Inkling too. ;w;

Well, since Liza and Tate can just change into Inklings or Octolings. The right conclusion to this was probably to remain Inklings for a long period in their life. Since the two species HATED each other at some point. It would be pretty easy for them to sneak into the Octo Valley/Canyon if they changed into Octos, but oof.

But nowadays they tend to change into either species since now Octolings are allowed on the surface. Liza prefers Inkling form, and Tate prefers Octoling form. But they mostly change to mess with people.

#pokemon #pokemon sword and shield #pokemon black and white #pokemon headcanons #headcanons #shielbert #sordward #emmet #kudari #ingo #nobori #subway bosses #subway masters #elesa #kamitsure #sonia #tate #liza

[ammoknightsofficial]

I’m so happy they kept Sheldon!!! Also the choice to make the weapons on a different currency then clothing is SO GOOD! No more awful grinding!

Who’s your favorite new character design from the direct? Mine is probably Gnarly Eddy (+Nails)

Sheldon is a universal constant and if he’s ever not in a game I’m going to scream and cry and throw up!! Big fan of his new cryptocurrency, it’s really, really funny. I like that you can bribe him!! Not because I find level restrictions annoying, but just because that says a lot of fun things about his character, especially considering this is a new thing. He’d never have done that in the first game. Little bastard’s loosening up a little!!

I have to say, I’m absolutely obsessed with the designs of the new idols! I can’t choose a favorite one of them. They’re all so unconventional in the best way possible, I’m really, really enjoying it. It’s so much better than plain, sanitized, marketable beauty, especially considering the setting.

I have to say that Deep Cut, though we don’t know much about them yet, is probably the best idol group so far? Callie and Marie were just so… Samey in appearance, their chemistry was minimal to me, and if I have to see them in one more game I’m gonna keel over. Pearl and Marina were a significant step up, but I really struggled to like Marina at first because despite her being an Octoling, she was kind of a nothing character for a minute. She desperately needed the development that she got throughout the course of the game.

Shiver, Frye, and Big Man, though? Incredibly strong designs, incredibly strong introduction, incredibly strong sound, and probably the best chemistry right off the bat. I think the presence of a third person in the group really adds to it. Their debut in the Splatoon 3 Direct showed them to be extremely strong characters with extremely natural interactions- they talk like they’re all genuinely friends; no hostility, no strain, no filters for marketability, just vibes. That’s somewhere where the Squid Sisters especially failed- Marie was… Genuinely a very hostile, mean person to Callie. It kinda just wasn’t cool. :(

I’m glad that Deep Cut doesn’t seem to have any tension. We need more media where characters are best friends in a way that feels natural, and I think this is definitely going to live to be a good example!

#splatoon #splatoon 3 #squid sisters #off the hook #deep cut #callie cuttlefish #marie cuttlefish #pearl houzuki #marina ida #shiver #frye #big man #nekro.pdf #nekro.sms

[signalwatch]

Drac Watch: Renfield (2023)

Watched:  07/06/2023

Format:  Peacock

Viewing:  First

Director:  Chris McKay

I had actually intended to see Renfield (2023) in the theater, but it seemed like before I knew it was released, it was gone and being offered on VOD.  Here we are about 2.5 months out from the release date, and I saw it on Peacock.  So, we are in interesting times.

Longtime followers of the blog may know I'm a bit of a Universal Monsters fan, not least of which is 1931's Dracula.  I've seen a few other versions, read the novel, seen a stage play, etc...  I figure I've done my Drac homework.  And so it was that seeing a movie pitched as a goofy, dark comedy about the woes of being Dracula's familiar (Renfield from novel and the 1931 film, played by the great Dwight Frye) with no one less than Nic Cage as Dracula had a strong appeal.

The trailer featured Renfield (played by Nicholas Hoult, who I think people rightly say they dig), attending group therapy for folks in abusive relationships, which, in retrospect, is maybe not innately hilarious to the twitter generation.  So I expected the movie was going to be Renfield and Drac's odd-couple relationship with some gross-out gore humor.  And that's... partially correct.

Weirdly, Awkwafina, who had just come off of Shang-Chi, and twitter's flying attempt at a good canceling, was not featured in the ads at all.  And she's arguably as important to the movie as Hoult or Cage.  She plays a police officer in a cartoonishly corrupt New Orleans police department whose father has been murdered by the Lobo crime family - who are also not in the trailer but feature Ben Schwartz as a wormy heir-apparent and the always phenomenal Shohreh Aghdashloo.  

Here's the thing I did not know:  the movie is an action-comedy-horror film.  There's a whole plot about Renfield maybe wanting to be a better person and it leading to him performing heroic deeds/ teaming up with Awkwafina, and Dracula thinking he's been thinking too small.

If you're like me, and you find acts of horrific violence geared for comedic value to be, in fact, funny as @#$%, this may be a good reason to stream it on The Cock.  This movie realized a little CGI blood costs about the same as A LOT of CGI blood, and they went bonkers.  But, honestly, the best parts of this movie are:

the use of Dracula (1931) as a set-up and perfectly recreating scenes from the film

Nic Cage's unique (in the best way) version of Dracula - that kind of makes you wish someone thought to cast him as the center of the Dark Universe giant mess Universal pondered a few years back.  Like, you realize, this totally makes sense, even when he's having a goofy scene with Hoult.  

Shohreh Aghdashloo in general

Brandon Scott Jones is absolutely perfect as the therapist/ pastor.  Give that dude more work.

I wish I could say it all hangs together, but it feels weirdly rushed - like director Chris McKay decided all the scenes were too long, and so the movie never really breathes and nothing lasts long enough for a comedic beat even when funny stuff is happening.

The movie did get some advertising, but I can't figure out what the thinking was.  It's *possible* heavily referencing a 90-year-old movie was not the right choice for The Youths.  Or that the premise sold in the ads didn't appeal.   Or that Dracula is more of a concept these days than something people actively seek out (which is probably worth discussing).  I dunno.  But it does feel like 2023 audiences are incredibly finicky and aren't going to drop $17 or whatever on a ticket for a 90 minute movie unless it's going to be a slam dunk.

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[gayrui]

Once again Frye has the best choice for splatfest but she’ll probably loose :(

#SKELETON ARMY RISE!!!!!!!

[cosmo-production]

i have an idea for splatfest

Shiver: listen up kids and squids! We got a very special splatfest

Big man: AY (sponsored by a secret company)

Frye: drumroll bada bada bada!BOOM

Shiver: which of the old agents are your favorite? 8, 4 or good old Captain 3?

Big man: ay! (Captain 3 all the way! There so cool with there splattershot pro! No offense to the new agent 3, your fun too!)

Shiver: the og 3 still live and kicking, good for them

Frye: her cold stare makes me happy I'm inking and not an octorain; I'm not getting on their bad side!

Big man: ay ay (it's simple as that, can't beat the classic that started it all)

Frye: are you kidding big man we all know agent 4 is the way to go! She's an expert with duallies and a sports powerhouse!

Shiver: wasn't she the agent that went against orders and joined team chaos?

Big man: ay.... (It's probably ink under the bridge now.... right????

Frye: who cares about that! She plays by her own rules!

Shiver: well personally I see 8 as the logically choice, yea Captain gots the best splattershot skills I've ever seen and four kicked our butts in basketball and more times then we can count but have you seen 8 with a splatter scope? I feel like she's got me in her sight just thinking about it. She also dabbles in poetry; she even beat the captain in their prime! 8 is the whole octo package

Frye: splatter scope doesn't matter when 4 is just too fast to hit

Big man: ay! (I asked 8 about the Golden Pick she keeps around. She goes quiet and says I don't wanna know, so mysterious and deep)

Frye: Either way, the bad guys better start running when these 3 are on the prowl!

Shiver: hey new agent 3! Better choose wisely, your paycheck may be at stake if Captain hears about it

Frye: sign ups at the plaza, the splatfest not to be an agent. Although that would be cool

Big man: ay ay! (Weapons ahoy! Let the best team win! 843! That's the lucky number)

All: CATCH YA LATER

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[wisteria-lodge]

bird primary (system in progress) + burnt badger secondary (really loud bird model)

Howdy! I’m still trying to figure out my own houses and was wondering if you could provide some insight. I haven’t exactly mastered the system so I don’t know how accurate/inaccurate my claims are, so bear with me.

The “why”/Primary: I am extremely motivated by knowledge. I want to know things, not just out of intrinsic curiosity (though that does play a role), but because knowing why things work helps me protect myself more effectively.

One of the trickiest things about this system is separating motivation from method. Because yeah, they are related, but they're also really different. Like this example: "I protect myself by learning things." That's a how, that's secondary stuff. (Bird secondary of course.)

A recent example is this— a group of my former friends all ditched me because I discussed a heavily stigmatized mental disorder that I show symptoms of. And my first response (other than bawling) was to ask them why. And when I got the answer, I was hurt, but I understood. I don’t say this for you to show me pity, but rather because it illustrates this model in action.

This is a really interesting example. Your friends acted in a way that emotionally hurt you. First you processed your feelings (which you talk about in a dismissive, lighthearted, jokey way) then you asked them for more information... which hurt you, but also made you more secure. This is very Bird primary. You feel feelings, but they're whatever. What actually bothers you is not having the data.

(I suspect you're going to end up being a Double Bird. And Double Birds are unique in that their morality and problem-solving are SO interconnected, that they think I'm crazy for saying that for most people, they are in fact two very different things.)

When I got the why and processed my emotions, I cut off ties and realized that their severe judgy-ness had hindered my life for 2 years. And now that I know the “why”, I won’t bring up said disorder again until I know it’s safe. It might never be, but I still have hope.

You updated your system, and you cut away the parts that aren't serving you anymore. Bird primary.

Morally-speaking, I am very sensitive to the views of others around me.

External primary.

I’m not proud of this. In fact, it’s a detriment.

A lot of Birds feel this way. It's a big part of why they tend to like Lion primaries. Lions are much more able to dismiss things with "sounds like that's a them problem."

I won’t go into details, but my parents are… bad. Not wholly, but they are bad. I’ve tried for years, and still do, to escape their opinions because I know it’ll influence mine.

Parents are sticky. They do that. I've been a happily UnBurnt Lion primary for a while now... but I still sometimes hear that voice in my head that sounds like my mother.

And, much like them, I tend to get over-passionate in what I stand for. Unlike them, I’m willing to change if evidence supports this change. I always, however, carry the burden of my former hatred. I always feel guilt over my old beliefs. Even if I’ve changed, the pain I’ve done can never be reversed. And this guilt eats me alive, this shame of being fundamentally wrong.

Okay. You got really emotional on me really quickly here. This could mean a couple things. Your parents sound like fairly toxic Idealists, either Exploded Lions or Exploded Birds (I'm sort of leaning Lion due to the more emotion-heavy words like "passion" and "hatred.") Birds can feel bad, feel guilt, feel shame when looking back at an older version of themselves that they now consider morally repugnant. (Birds are human.) Idealists struggle with the angst of worrying that they are fundamentally wrong about the world. So you could be a guilty Bird, especially if your emotions feel wrong or unhelpful somehow. But you could also be a very Burnt Lion modeling Bird - because Bird seems safer, and you don't want to be a Lion the way your parents are.

When the friend-event happened, I thought that I was in the wrong, and that I had once again fucked myself over because of my passion and sureness in what I have.

"I thought I was wrong because I was acting like an Exploded Lion primary." Yeah, I'm thinking there's some sort of outside influence here that needs to be unpacked.

It took a lot of convincing and evidence for me to see that they were the assholes (albeit I wasn’t pure either— I was their friend, after all).

I'm definitely leaning Bird for you. A bird surrounded by Lions maybe, who sometimes uses Lion terminology. But Bird.

I am a planner and system-lover at heart. I’m not proud of it, but it’s just part of me.

What's with all this negative language? Being a planner and a system-lover is a wonderful thing to be. There's some Burning here.

The caveat— I have autism, so I’m not sure if it’s due to that or not. Hence the shortness of this section. Take it as you will, regardless of if it’s evidence or not.

I have autism and I'm a Lion Badger. People are different. The only real pattern I've observed is the way nerodivergent people disproportionately build Bird secondaries as coping strategies.

Honesty is maybe not the best policy, it’s still an admirable one. I wish, frankly, that my moral system was more honest. I feel like I have no set morals. That it all comes from elsewhere. Lion primaries have this set, intrinsic morality that I envy. My friend is a lion primary, and while my views have radically changed, hers haven’t inched. She’s always been honest about herself and what she holds true.

I'm doubling down on Bird primary for you. This is the perspective of a Bird looking in on a Lion. Lion morality isn't set or intrinsic - it's built, and it changes, but it builds and changes differently than a Bird's does (more slowly, usually). But there really is a pattern of Birds seeing it as more moral/easier/better.

And I’m still trying to figure out what “truth” means to me. I mean, yes, I’m a dry and blunt asshole, but that’s not really the same as gut morality. Internal honesty is what I want, and external honesty is what I have to some extent.

It sounds that you are going though a lot of very intense shifts in your life right now. You've got a diagnosis that has you questioning your place in the world. You've followed your parent's system all you life, and are now deciding that you don't want that. But now comes deciding what you do want, and that's a lot harder (especially for a Bird, who has to build it from the ground up.) You like the way Lions do things, but Lion primaries do not feel accessible.

I’m very clear with who I like. I can admit their faults, and even get annoyed or angry at them, but not even betrayal can stop me from loving them. I’d compare myself to the Twelfth Doctor from “Doctor Who” and Ponyboy Curtis from The Outsiders in that regard.

So maybe you are building a system with very Snake values.

Loyalty is one of my weaknesses. I get overly-attached to people, and so if/when they leave me, it shatters my world. But my brand of loyalty is mostly to people, not philosophical ideas.

... but you're not *really* comfortable with Snake either, if you consider it to be a "weakness."

I would consider myself somewhat philosophical (well, as much as a fucking teenager can be)

Teenagers are *extremely* philosophical, stop being so down on yourself.

but I can be somewhat vague in my beliefs.

Because you're still building them, give yourself a *second.*

If I were to rate the likelihood of what primary I think I am, it’s something like this:

Bird: 9/10 probability (maybe burned)

Snake: 7/10 probability

Badger: 6/10 probability (maybe burned)

Lion: 2/10 probability

What is it with Birds and numbered lists?

The “how”: I feel like I change in order to fit in. I mean, to some extent, we all do, but it’s far more drastic for me. With the lion primary friend, I act as a “Jason Todd” to their Batman. I challenge them, egg them on, crack jokes and become violently passionate and act like a nerd, and she simply watches, usually adding her own comments but mostly sitting on the sidelines by choice. We also joke that I’m the Ferris Bueller to their Cameron Frye. But, with another friend, I’m a parent figure. I listen most of the time, and sometimes jump in with creative ideas and we talk for hours about it.

I'm guessing Actor Bird, both because you can specifically list out the qualities that you "act" out. And because you're invoking and basing your performance off specific [fictional] characters. Which is a HUGE Actor Bird thing.

I go with the flow of a given situation as best as I can (with the added caveat of being autistic, because that does affect how well I can read a room). However, that’s where the adaptation ends.

Huh. I'm hearing Burnt secondary language here. "I'd like to go with the flow and read the room - but I can't, because I'm autistic." You can definitely *learn* how to read a room. Why do you think I'm so interested in (and good at :) personality systems? This is how I learned to use my Courtier Badger. I used to model Bird secondary like crazy, and I kind of don't bother anymore. I don't need the training wheels.

Planning: like I stated before, I’m a planner. I try to learn the most about a situation before jumping in. Sometimes, however, I stall the inevitable and miss my chance, so I jump in and wind up nearly drowning. And this dichotomy repeats. I overcompensate for a lack of knowledge in a situation by micromanaging, or I wind up sitting bored when I’ve already done everything I need to do. And yes, stress and boredom are equally as destructive for me. I try so hard to plan to avoid both of these outcomes, but it only works half the time. So, I guess I’m a bit of a “planster” overall.

I want to learn about a situation... but sometimes I "stall" or "drown" (Burnt language.) But planning also leads to "micromanaging" and "getting bored" (model language.) I think you've got a really loud Bird secondary model... but there might be something else underneath.

Collecting things is fun. Postcards, candles, lighters, crystals, rocks, 1940s hats, knowledge, stories, music, (original) characters, the list goes on. I’m a collector of whatever I can get my hands on. Hell, by this point, I can’t tell what’s my special interest and what I just enjoy (again, autism).

Oh my goodness gracious 'my special interest' and 'what I enjoy' are not two different categories!

But my systems and collections are my coping.

Figured.

I can’t say, though, that they hold any weight outside of emotional release. There’s nothing practical about knowing how they shot The Outsiders movie, or how crows have a flat tail and ravens have two main sections on theirs. All of this knowledge almost feels useless to me. I mean, sure, I’m great at school, but what else? Nothing, it seems like. And being good at school and nothing else makes a person go crazy when they can’t achieve their academic goals. But that’s a bit besides the point— I’m a collector, but I’m unsure how well this really fits into a secondary beyond a model.

Bird secondary model.

I invest in others more than I care to admit.

Oh man, are you a Badger secondary like me?

I genuinely believe in the goodness in humans, no matter how impossible it becomes. Even those who I don’t see any good in aren’t wholly evil. My perception isn’t law.

^ That's primary stuff. Maybe a more Badger-flavored system is going to work better for you than a Snake-flavored one.

But some people trust me: with their secrets, with homework, with relationship issues, with their religious struggles. And I try to help. I might not be good with it, but I do try to help as best I can.

Kinda sounds like a Badger secondary.

I use my planning and my categorizing skills and my knowledge to benefit others. I show up, I do what I need to do, and I don’t usually expect much to come of it. It’s nice when something does, but it’s not expected. And sometimes, these investments into others' lives and grades and relationships do pay off. I make friends. Those friends stick by me, and I trust them. I continue to invest in others, because I am a lover even though I’m cynical.

I think you're a Badger secondary.

And when that trust is broken, like the example in the beginning, I go to people who won’t abandon me to get a second opinion. When I say that I love someone, I mean it. So it hurts when they leave. It always does.

Oh that's your friends leaving hit you so hard. It's not an abstract morality thing at all, it's practical. You're a Badger secondary, and they were your base of support.

I’ll be frank on this— I’m almost entirely sure that I’m not a lion secondary. I’m fiercely efficient and some people see me as a good leader, but that’s it.

Lion and Badger are the two Inspirational secondaries. They're the one who sort of manage to collect armies or families as a side effect of existing.

Even with the leader example, I prefer interpersonal relations or to be alone. I’m not a big fan of group settings.

That's fair. I am also a Badger who really, really likes my own company. Or small groups of interesting people.

If I were to rate the likelihood of what secondary I am, it’s like this:

Bird: 7/10 probability

Badger: 6/10 probability

Snake: 5/10 probability

Lion: 0/10 probability

Other systems for comparison: I’m aware that MBTI and enneagram are, at worst, pseudo-science, but I still enjoy them regardless. At best, they’re fun self-help tools, and that’s how I try to use them.

MBTI: INTJ (Ni-Te-Fi-Se)

Enneagram: 5w4, tritype 514

Sagittarius sun libra moon cancer rising in astrology

FLEV or LFEV in attitudinal psyche

sx/sp (sexual and self-preservation) in instinctual variants

MBTI, Enneagram, and astrology are all fun in their own ways. (I don't actually know the last two!) And I can talk about them on their own terms. But this system was the best, and the most useful, when I went looking for words to describe myself.

I hope this is enough information, and thank you again if you do happen to do this! If you don’t, that’s totally okay. Have a good day!

Thank you for writing in. That was a journey! Thanks @thesketchykid for the submission.

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[barbasbodaciousbeard]

Delete the Twitter app, Mr. Barba

In which Rafael Barba deletes the Twitter app because of the Householder case, and Carmen babysits him. 

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The last thing on Rafael Barba’s mind when he was in the hospital room with Maggie Householder was his online reputation. Once he’d turned himself in and been released on his own recognizance, however, he opened his phone to call mami and instead saw hundreds of Twitter notifications, emails from people whose names he didn’t recognize, and missed calls and voicemails from unfamiliar numbers. He didn’t touch Twitter, texting Carmen to ask how bad it was and she advised him to delete the application until at least after the trial. When he went home, mami was there and just as disappointed as he expected. There were tears the minute she saw him, but not any offered comfort. 

“You murdered a child, mijo.”

“You don’t understand, mami. No lo viste. El no estaba realmente vivo.”

“Esa fue la decisión de Dios. No es tu decisión. Tu abuela estaría tan decepcionada de ti.”

“No estoy de acuerdo. Si estás aquí para regañarme, vete a casa.”

“Te llevo a la confesión.”

“Vete a casa, mami. Me confesaré cuando esté lista.”

“Rafa-”

“Go home.”

Lucia stormed out, and Rafael went inside his apartment and went straight for the scotch he kept aside. It wasn’t his good scotch. It was the cheap one that burned his throat and left him sicker than he ever was the next day. Before twisting off the cap, he heeded Carmen’s advice, deleting the Twitter app as he dropped to the couch and began to drink. It was only eleven, not even noon, but he didn’t want to remember what had transpired the day before. He should wade through his email, but someone had posted it. He knew because it was referenced time and time again that they’d found his personal email via some Twitter thread or Subreddit or something else he hadn’t yet encountered. He’d had to mute his phone as phone calls rolled in; the only one he answered confirmed it was strangers from the Internet who had seen the news. Carmen called it getting cancelled when it happened to other people. That usually didn’t involve the loss of a life, so the term seemed not quite right for what was happening, especially given the fact this included more than just the people he was used to. People who had never encountered him were hearing about him in the news. 

He ignored Olivia’s calls, considering the morning’s interactions enough. As he drank, Rafael was able to filter unknown numbers and messages, tossing the phone aside and quickly finishing the bottle. Olivia came by, and he didn’t answer, choosing to lay back on the couch as the room spun around him. Carmen texted him, and he didn’t look. An hour later, he heard her outside of his door with Olivia and unlocking he apartment for her. He’d given her a key long ago so she could get files or suits or drop off leftovers. Both of them came in, and it suddenly dawned on him that he had his suspenders down and shirt open over his undershirt. He’d spilled the most recent tumbler over himself with the pizza he’d ordered. And now, they could see him like this, eyes rimmed red and mood unstable as he thought more than he could about himself. 

“Mr. Barba,” Carmen said softly, kneeling by him. Olivia stayed closer to the door, surveying the room. By the nature of their constant proximity, Carmen had seen the tail end or starts of Rafael getting frustrated, though he always pressed it down with a glass of scotch and good meal. That said, she’d found him too drunk after a trial didn’t go his way. Seen him frustrated as he went through a case he may not be able to do anything about it. Caught him yelling at paperwork as though something would happen. She’d also seen him the next mornings when he came in pretending not to be insanely hungover and was wearing the suit from his office.

“I’m fine.”

“No you aren’t. Is this what happens between an eight o’clock bourbon and the office suit?”

“Shut up, Carmen.”

“Don’t talk to me like that. I’m helping you.”

“Sorry,” he said with a huff as his hand ran down his face, and Olivia had to stifle a laugh at how properly embarrassed he looked. “My email and phone are bad. How bad is Twitter?”

“Medium. A lot of people understand. Or they feel that they can’t understand, so they’ll watch the story.”

“People understand murder?” he scoffed.

“No. No one does. But we all understand how impossible your choice was. How badly the parents were hurting.”

“I was too selfish to do it for my dad.”

“I know, Mr. Barba. But people want to know how long until they hear more. Want people to wait. Can see why you did it. It’ll blow over. We can change your number and your email. Twitter has a really handy button. Block.”

“My name’s Rafael.”

“You’re my boss.”

“Not for long,” he chuckled bitterly before his gaze softened. “All I wanted was for people not to hurt.”

“You need to go to bed, Rafa.” It was Olivia now, and his eyes suddenly snapped open. It was different when it was Olivia. They were friends, but they kept things to work. Other than the occasional group event, they’d grab dinner after work. She didn’t hear him debate pocket squares or see him drunk alone in his office or help him think of replies on Twitter. He’d probably lose his friendship with Carmen once he wasn’t in the office, he supposed. She humored her boss a lot more than she probably should.

“I’m fine, Liv.” It came with more of a snort than he liked, and he was suddenly pulling himself up to sit, wrapping his shirt around himself as though it were a cardigan. Carmen watched he was steady, and Olivia was sure she now knew what she’d looked like when Noah was learning to walk on his own with her hand on his back to keep him upright. Once things passed, she wanted to ask if Rafael was always this willing to be relaxed around Carmen, but she wasn’t sure she really wanted to know.

“I don’t think I’m helping things,” Olivia said softly, and Carmen gave a gentle nod.

“My son’s with my mom for a visit. I’ll take care of him.”

“You’re sure? I can call Lucia.”

“I’m fine, lieutenant. And mami has already been here.”

“Make sure he meets with an attorney tomorrow.”

“I make his calendar. I know.”

“You two can stop talking about me like I’m not here,” he grumbled, heels pressed against his eyes. “I’m drunk, not deaf.”

“You’re belligerent, counsellor.”

“Call me Rafael,” he said again, flopping onto the couch when Olivia had left again.

“I thought Lieutenant Benson was your best friend, Rafael.”

“She is, I guess. Is that sad? My best friend used to be Alex, but I pursued that case. As if mami needed more reason to hate me.” 

“You don’t act like you in front of her. Not all the way.”

“This isn’t me.”

“It’s you without a carefully constructed persona.”

“If that’s the case, I suppose you’re my best friend, Miss Frye.” She’d expected to see a bemused smirk or annoyed scowl, but Carmen was taken aback by how sincere he looked as his hand moved to rest on her forearm and squeeze as well as he could.

“My name’s Carmen,” she teased. “Now come on. You need to go to bed.”

“My suit will get wrinkled.”

“I’ll hang it for you.”

“You can sleep in the guest room. It’s not safe for you to go-” His eyes were suddenly wide. “Carmen, where’s Ollie?”

“With my mom. I told her you needed me for a couple days.”

“You don’t need to disrupt your life.”

“I’ll tell you a secret Mist- Rafael.”

“What?” he asked, flopping into bed where she’d pulled the blanket down once he managed to strip to his boxers.

“You’re my best friend too.” She tugged the blanket over him, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple. He smiled up at her, and she made her way out turning off the lights. It seemed silly to say it to someone like him, but they’d worked together a long time, had a lot of late night talks. She liked him more than a lot of people she knew, and saw him more than anyone outside of her family. 

Carefully, she cleaned his living room, dumping his other bottle of cheap scotch out and disposing of both before setting up the coffee to brew at seven, just in time to have him at an attorney’s office by nine. McCoy had approved her to work from wherever she needed to in order to keep Rafael functioning. She’d have been miserable helping Peter Stone with this trial anyway. They both knew about his father, and it seemed he may be a ticking time bomb. She logged into his twitter, going on a blocking spree as she explored his mentions, tweeting from her own account and his that she’d done it and retweeting it from his account. 

She also liked all the kind ones. The ones asking for understanding or expressing empathy. The ones that acknowledged he had an impossible choice and neither one would have sat well with their own conscious. Leave a child and his family to suffer without end or expedite the inevitable. Then there were his direct messages. Since getting verified, he had the ability to only see messages from people he followed. As she combed through, there were a couple of hateful messages she ignored, but most who knew him expressed understanding and a couple even included leads if he wanted out of the city. She marked those down in her notes app before falling asleep in the guest bedroom. 

The sound that greeted her in the morning was Rafael Barba vomiting as the coffee machine roared to life in the background. Silently, she ordered ginger tea and vitamin b12 for delivery, going to fetch the pedialyte she’d brought from home. When he came out, hair wet from a shower, she’d already brewed him tea, cooked breakfast, and given him an expectant look as she slid a glass of unnaturally purple electrolytes to him. He didn’t know what to say, so he took the proffered glas and took a long sip before wincing.

“Grape,” she said plainly.

“Grapes don’t taste like that.”

“Ollie likes it okay. I make him popsicles though.”

“He’s old enough for popsicles? Isn’t he still on milk?”

“Rafael, he’s two. He drinks milk, but he even eats.”

“Does he like books yet?”

“He does. He really likes being read to.”

“I’ll read to him next time I see him.” He was quiet for a moment, and when he spoke again, his voice was thick. “Do you play him music?”

“Some. Usually my playlists.”

“Play him Bach.”

“You’ll have to tell me what’s best to play him.”

“I’ll send you a playlist.” 

“Why Bach?” She watched as his jaw shifted from side to side, lips pressed together, and that told her all she needed to know. “Drew liked Bach?”

“He’d never know if he liked Bach. Maggie was playing one of his cantatas.”

“Maybe we can take him to an orchestra one day.”

“There are some shows. Kid friendly.”

“He’d like that.”

“I’ll send it to you.”

“You’ll come, won’t you?”

“Me?”

“It’s your idea.”

“You’d still let me around your son?”

“My son is a healthy vibrant boy. If he was in the same situation as Drew, it would be hard, but I’d still want you there. You did exactly what I would have done for him, okay?”

“Did you mean what you said last night?”

“Which part?”

“The last part.”

“You probably are my best friend. And that hasn’t changed. I wish you didn’t have to be put in the situation, but I would hope I’d have been strong enough to do the same. And other people agree with me.”

“God, you’re not actually looking at Twitter.”

“I looked at Twitter. I blocked anyone vitriolic. But, I collected all the kind ones in your favorites for when you’re ready. A lot of your attorney friends have job leads for you if you leave the DA’s office.”

“I’m leaving. And I’m probably going to fucking prison. You’ll be down a friend in a few months.”

“Stop it.”

“They’ll end me in there, Carmen. I sent some of them there.” She wasn’t sure what to make at how at peace with the prospect he was.

“And you won’t go to prison. Don’t focus on that. Even if you do, they’ll have to do something to protect you. And I’ll come visit you.”

“You barely know me.”

“We spend more time together than I do with anyone else. I know you’re good, you have a good heart, you send birthday presents to every SVU detective’s kid and think I don’t know you send them coffee gift cards on their birthdays. You’re a total mama’s boy and despite what a snarky prick you are, you have imposter syndrome out the ass. You’re lapsed enough Catholic not to go to church, but you pray when things are really bad. I also know some part of your brain feels like you’ve let down people who think you do good work by this one thing, but one bad doesn’t outweigh an exorbitant amount of good. I hope Ollie has half of the ethical backbone you do. I know there have been occasions in the past you weren’t perfect, but the man I’ve known deserves every ounce of credit he gets. That doesn’t mean you’ve never made a mistake.”

“You’re ridiculous,” he muttered, and much to his chagrin, Carmen wrapped him in a hug that he returned, refusing to look at her. He was suddenly aware he’d cry if he looked at what he knew was a genuine smile. “I’ve got to get dressed to see an attorney.”

“Who are you going with?”

“Randy Dworkin.”

“He’ll be good.”

“I hate to admit that. And I’m sure I’ll hate every second with him.”

“How about you teach me about Bach this afternoon?”

“You have work.”

“McCoy approved me to be remote.”

“So you’re my sitter?” She could almost swear a smile pulled at the corner of his lip, and she felt pride she didn’t expect.

“I suppose. So Bach?”

“Bring Ollie?”

“Deal.”

#rafael barba #rafael barba x reader #law and order #law and order svu #law and order special victims unit #Rafael Barba x Carmen

[bansheeoftheforest]

Have we talked about how jacob and henry met yet, because im imagining henry freshly dumped by lanyon sitting in some seedy bar and making some bad drunk choices, leading to him meeting an equally drunk jacob and jacob taking him home - except that “home” is his super secret assassin hideout (or just their home but people cant know about it bc hes an assassin, havent played the game oops lol 😂)

The next morning henry and jacob are very hungover and also greeted by a very pissed twin sister. She says that they need to “dispose of him” or something along the lines. Henry hastily says that he can be of use and that hes a scientist

And the rest is history or whatevah??

(They have a super secret assassin hideout but it's a full on train that belonged to the first opposing gangleader that they killed so <3)

Look... Look... I just love the thought of Henry, either in university still (if it is the "canon" breakup) or a few years after when he already is a doctor and stuff, being so heartbroken bc Robert just left him and he has no idea why, feeling so bitter but "knowing" that Robert did the right thing because he is married to a woman now yadeyadeyada, everything hurts and he just doesn't care about an image or reputation, he gets some less-than-fancy clothes (as to not be suspicious) and goes to a bar to just get absolutely hammered beyond recognition. He is sitting in some corner drinking more than should be humanely possible, it doesn't take long for one Mr. Jacob Frye to notice him thinking his drinking is incredibly impressive and also very hot. Jacob, very drunk himself, stumbles over to Henry and challenges him to a drinking competition. Henry is just looking for more reasons to get drunk and if he wins, Jacob pays, so why not? They drink more and more... They stumble outside, Jacob can't keep his eyes off of his companion for the night and he thinks that the scottish accent that slips out is incredibly cute and endearing. Does not take long until Jacob drunkenly and messily pushes Henry up against a wall, Henry first thinks he is trying to start a fight but then Jacob places his hand on his cheek and his other hand by his waist, keeping him pinned by the hips, and it feels so familiar and Henry is so heartbroken it almost hurts, but Jacob's muscular body on his feels so good and almost better than Lanyon, so he doesn't stop him when Jacob smashes their lips together. They pull apart only because they need to breathe and because they hear a cop nearby so Jacob eagerly pulls Henry along to the trainstation. Henry honestly would not have cared if he would have gotten murdered or kidnapped in that very moment, he was also too drunk to even realize that possibility. They jump on the train, no one else but probably Ned (A colleague they have that specializes in heists and trains, also is canonically trans which is cool but not the main point rn dsdfsd) and Agnes (the one who runs the train), but neither really say anything as Jacob, drunk off of his ass, is pulling an equally drunk man with him to his compartment. Agnes lends Ned some earplugs, they both will need them for most of the night, or they both camp by the locomotive.

Even better if Evie finds Jacob in bed with another man, does not care at all that it is a man, only that it is a stranger, so she forces Jacob awake and Jacob is trying to not wake up Henry, who is sleeping peacefully on the bed (and previously in his arms). Henry wakes up to the twins arguing, he can't really hear what Jacob is saying but he hears how Evie says that "Well, they have to get rid of him somehow." and Jacob immediately trying to defend himself and Henry because they can't just kill him. Or even better if they are arguing in another part of the train so Henry wakes up alone in Jacob's bed, not really remembering much from the night before but finds his clothes hastily thrown on the floor (and if he mistakingly takes a few pieces of Jacob's, it's not like either would mind ;3). He continues to hear the arguing and soon he finds Evie, Jacob, Green (Evie's boyfriend who is also named Henry, and an assassin), probably even Ned arguing about "the man in his bed". Jacob is clearly hangover as high heavens but is trying to defend Henry the best he can, it doesn't take long for someone to spot him and Henry almost shrinks into the floor. Jacob immediately waltzes over and puts a hand on his waist, pulling him close and trying to tell Evie off. Evie rolls her eyes and says that it doesn't change anything, they have to dispose of him somehow now that he knows about their hideout. Henry is confused as fuck. Green or Ned probably laughs and asks him if he realizes he just shagged his way into an assassin order. Jacob just protectively pulls Henry closer (so if he is just being dramatic in the beginning, no one will have to know that he actually gets a bit protective of him) and Henry immediately spits out that he is an alchemist, he can help them just please don't kill him... just... Just yes. Yes please. Henry having worked with the assassins for like... anywhere from 5-14 years depending on the timeline, no one suspecting a thing. It becomes commonplace for him to hang around the train and Evie and Jacob constantly have to ask if anyone has seen their Henry whenever either is gone. Jekyll and Green think it's incredibly funny to answer in the other's place when their respective partner tries to call for them. Neither Frye twin finds it as funny.

#I love the thought of Robert oneday realizing wtf happened #if he just wouldn't have left Henry right after a shag like that henry would not be involved with assassins #(or dating one for that matter) but now he can't complain and Henry is happier <3 #ask #deliefdevanmijnleven #banshees au #syndicate crossover au

[straight-into-the-animus]

Truth or Dare (French Fryes)

I’m writing the backlogged stuff but I had a dream about this scenario and had to get it out.

Read it on Ao3!

“Let’s play truth or dare.”

“Are we seven?” Arno asked even as Ezio tugged him over to sit in a circle. Coming to a party when he wanted to sleep for twelve hours after finals already wasn’t on his plans, but Ezio had insisted, and well… 

Some people had weak constitutions to Italian friends.

“Seven year olds can’t dare each other to do illegal shit.” Kassandra gleefully declared, and excitement shot through almost everyone at the manner of what they could all get into despite the protests of Altair and Bayek.

“Alright, nothing too illegal. But if you do it… Don’t film and post it.”

This was generally accepted and the game commenced.

It went by quickly, everyone content with trying to outdo the other. 

“Alexios has to switch pants with Evie.”

“Malik has to make out with a wall!”

“He already does, his name is Altair-”

Those who chose truth were generally heckled until they chose dare, but at the risk of sharing secrets -- no one wanted to, anyway -- dares were chosen almost always.

“Okay, okay, Jacob,” Ezio eventually called out once people had sufficiently calmed down after seeing Altair drink a mustard-based smoothie, “truth or dare?”

“You know me.” Jacob kicked back, leaning against the foot of the couch. “Dare.”

“I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room.”

“There should be an exception against the coupled up, right?” Bayek asked, and Aya quickly hushed him with her interest to see how it would all play out.

Arno sipped his drink, watching eagerly. There was an unnecessary flutter in his heart as he watched Jacob consider, scratching the beginnings of his beard.

“Alexios-”

Oh.

“D’you mind moving so I can get to Arno?”

Oh.

Arno swore it was a miracle he didn’t die from choking on the vodka-cran mix as Jacob scooted past the ‘disgruntled’ Greek until he was a breath away from the Frenchman.

“Did you need me to move as well?” Arno asked, glancing from hazel eyes to lips that curled into the smallest, shiest smirk he’d ever seen.

“Not unless you really want to. I’ve made my choice, though.”

Arno refused -- refused -- to show he was melting in and out, and placed his cup next to him definitely before looking Jacob in the eye.

“Then do it.”

The first press of lips against his was softer than he thought it would be, but he wasn’t complaining at all. His hand went up to tangle in the back of Jacob’s hair as the other planted behind his back for leverage against Jacob’s gradually deepening push. He took the demands happily as they started to come, even as their friends began to talk about how it wasn’t Seven Minutes in Heaven and other people had to go.

“Think we can leave them be for a while?” Jacob pulled back just a bit, cheeks and neck showing their flush, and Arno smiled as he took it in.

“They’ll go on without us.” Arno took Jacob’s hand and they hurried off to find somewhere more secluded.

---------------

The first date ended up being one of the cheesiest and most classic; dinner and a movie. It had been Jacob’s idea, and he sounded so uncharacteristically nervous and unsure about it on the phone that Arno couldn’t help but grow fonder and accept it.

“Are you still nervous?” Arno asked, and Jacob looked up from across the booth at him.

“I’m not nervous.”

“You tore up your straw paper.” Arno pointedly looked at the flimsy white shreds scattering across the table like snow, and Jacob half-heartedly brushed them away.

“You’re gonna laugh.”

“Try me.” Arno said, fixing his gaze on the other, and Jacob averted meeting his eyes before changing his mind about it.

“I almost cancelled the date.”

“You didn’t want…?”

“It’s not you, I promise. I mean, not that I didn’t want to be on a date with you.” Jacob was quick to clear up. “I just… Didn’t think you wanted to come to a place like this.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Arno gestured around the restaurant slightly. It was a small family affair, had probably been around since after the second world war.

“It’s supposed to mean that a place like this is fine for me. I love coming here. But you’re used to… More.”

“I just wanted to go out with you, Jacob.” Arno reached over and held his hand. “I would’ve been happy with just a walk in the park for the night.”

“That’s a bit of a lie.”

“Maybe. But only cause it’s cold out there.”

Jacob laughed a bit and Arno smiled to hear it. They broke apart as the food and drinks came around for them, but even the emergence of that didn’t seem to completely quell whatever Jacob was feeling; Arno was sure he was even waiting to hear some sort of complaint about the pasta Arno had ordered, as if there was a way to mess it up. Eventually Arno came up with an idea.

“Hey. Truth or dare.”

“Huh?”

“Truth or dare.” Arno waited as Jacob furrowed his brow but answered all the same.

“Dare.”

“I dare you to have a good time and forget about anything except that I’m happy to be with you.”

Jacob’s confusion only grew until he understood, and he smiled; a slow, genuine thing spreading across his face.

“As you say, monsieur.”

And Jacob kept to that dare, never wanting to be shown up ever.

---------------

It wasn’t their first time, but it had to have been their best. Arno rested his head against Jacob’s shoulder as he came, a choked up sound spilling out from one of them. It went quiet save for their heavy breathing, and Arno hated to break it. Jacob had already come and made a mess of Arno’s front as a result, sticking to him even as Arno pulled out.

“If you’re getting a flannel, mind getting me some water?” Jacob sighed as Arno got off the bed, and Arno shook his head bemusedly.

“Swear I’ve spoiled you rotten.” He called out as he left, but did come back with a cup of water.

“How can I be rotten when I make things so sweet?” Jacob grinned as Arno quickly wiped them both off and discarded the flannel.

“You can carry yourself to the bathroom when you need to piss halfway through the night.” Arno noted before getting under the covers, Jacob quickly placing the cup away before grabbing him and pulling him close to act as the big spoon. A standard position despite the new environment.

“Think we’ve christened the new flat enough?” Jacob asked, kissing behind Arno’s ear, and he hummed in response.

“Perhaps. Wouldn’t be opposed to another round after a break.” 

“Sometimes you know exactly what to say.” Jacob smiled, and Arno felt it and returned it, even if he couldn’t see. “Hey… Truth or dare?”

“This again?” Both of them had made it a regular game to play with each other, something to pull out when they wanted. Sometimes it just happened when they couldn’t stand the silence, other times if they wanted to just cause a little trouble. Their friends still thought it was stupid to keep it up after two years, but everytime they tried to voice an opinion both men would just remind them that it had been what brought them together, thank you very much, and it would remain in their lives until it couldn’t anymore.

And they had decided to carry in the tradition even after Arno got his promotion and they decided to take the leap and move in together.

“Truth.”

“You happy?”

“More than anything.” Arno turned in Jacob’s arms and took him in, a hand closing the small distance between them to stroke his skin. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Do you love me?”

Jacob’s smile could be seen from space as he replied.

“More than anything.”

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Arno came back only when it became dark enough that the lampposts were nearly unable to light up anything on the sidewalk. He was still tense as he stepped up the stairs with feet that barely wanted to make a sound. Half of him foolishly hoped that Jacob had been so pissed that he’d gone to bed and Arno could simply take the extra blankets from their little closet and spend the night on the couch, but he still saw the glow of yellow light spilling out from the crack under their flat door and heard the television still going. So Jacob was still up.

Arno braced himself, taking a deep breath as he pulled out his key and let himself in. The yellow light cast an uneasy shadow around everything in the flat, Jacob included. He was stretched out on the couch, face impassive as he took in something on the news.

“Took you long enough.” He greeted Arno as the man closed the door firmly behind him.

“If you’re staying on the couch, I’m taking the bed.”

“Oh, there’s the sensible shit coming out.” Jacob said, glancing over at him. “Seems about right.”

“Jacob-”

“Obviously I don’t have it in me, thank fucking God Arno Dorian does-”

“Jacob-”

“How could we ever bloody survive without it?”

“It wasn’t what I meant!” Arno snapped, defense kicking in as it did just a few hours earlier.

“Oh, so saying I would be better off with ‘an ounce of sense’ isn’t what you meant?”

“Am I wrong?”

“Fucking unbelievable.”

“Now you know how I feel with you!” Arno finally unstuck his feet, brain muddled as he kicked off his shoes and stormed off to their bedroom. The bed wasn’t made and it only served to faintly set off the bells in Arno’s mind to get pissed again, but mostly he was trying to mask his hurt that he was going to bed alone.

It was stupid, so stupid, and Arno only wanted to go back in time and hit himself to stop himself from bringing it up. 

The door opened after a time Arno couldn’t figure out, but he heard Jacob softly enter and stop a few feet from the bed.

“You asleep?”

“Not at all.” Arno whispered, and after a few seconds of delay Jacob got into the bed as well, slow but deliberate as he came up behind Arno and wrapped an arm around his waist loosely.

“You still upset?”

“Yes. But… I’m sorry I took it out on you. I just saw the mess and got… Pissed.”

Jacob sighed. “I’m sorry I let it get bad. I got back from work and just wanted to sit for a bit.”

“So did I.”

“Your work is what’s fucking killing you. You’ve never done that before.”

“Jacob-” He tensed, but the other man continued, running his fingers through Arno’s hair. It was getting tangled, a result of stressed pulling and forgetting to take care of himself.

“Just answer me this. If you don’t like it -- and I know you don’t, cause I’ve heard you complaining to Elise when you think I’m not listening -- then why are you staying there?”

Arno thought a long time about what he wanted to say.

“What I’m making, you don’t… It’s what you don’t have to worry about. You don’t have to go out and get another job, or get more hours. It gives you something nice if I-”

“You’re telling me you’re working fucking forty-eight hours a week, with extra work at home that you like to do ‘for fun’ off the books, so that you think I’ll stay?”

There was silence, and Jacob tightened his grip around Arno’s waist to pull him back.

“You’re a fucking idiot. I’d rather you be home before dinner and be happy with me than out there and making yourself miserable.”

The tension started to leave Arno’s shoulders as he leaned back into his boyfriend.

“Jacob-”

“We don’t have to talk too much about it yet. Just… please. I mean it.”

Arno went silent again, feeling his mouth begin to twitch and eyes sting with tears. He swallowed and nodded a bit. His hand went down and rested over Jacob’s, intertwining their fingers.

“Jacob.”

“Hmm?”

“Truth or dare.”

It had been a while, and he almost thought Jacob wouldn’t answer, but he did anyway.

“Truth.”

“You still love me?”

Jacob nuzzled Arno’s neck before speaking.

“Never think I’ll stop.”

Arno felt if he tried to laugh in relief it’d turn into a sob, so he just kept quiet and tightened his grip on Jacob.

Things weren’t solved immediately. But for now… They were good. And they were in bed together, just together. That was enough for the night.

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“You should’ve seen the other guy. He started it.”

“As you say.” Arno shook his head with a smile, fingers intertwined with Jacob’s as they walked together. It had been a few months since their talk, and for the first time in close to a year, Arno felt lighter, like he wasn’t dreading waking up tomorrow.

There had been a long discussion about what they were doing, their feelings about everything, and it boiled down to being able to find a better balance than they originally had. Arno agreed to take fewer hours or at least find a way to condense his workload, and Jacob would work to help out more at his job and around their place. It had taken some time, but they were better now, Arno thought. And there were times now, like with Jacob talking animatedly about how he had narrowly avoided the fistfight that had led to them skipping out the bar and coming to the park instead, that he liked to think Jacob thought so as well.

“It’s getting warmer.” Arno spoke genially as they continued to walk, after Jacob had stopped his tale of glory, and Jacob made a noise of vague agreement.

“‘Bout time. Way too cold even for winter.”

“You like winter.”

“I like some parts of winter. Like the holidays and all that. But even I get to a point where it overstays its welcome. Besides, you got all the flowers out blooming.” Jacob pointed over where some newly planted tulips were beginning to sprout.

Arno felt his heart speed up for an unknown reason. Whether it was in the way Jacob admired a few flowers, or in how his hand tightened around Arno’s as he began to talk about all his plans for summer -- their plans for summer --, or the way the box in his coat pocket began to feel ever heavier than usual, that it left Arno’s mouth before he could stop.

“Truth or dare.”

“Seriously? Here?”

“It’s a real question.”

“Y’know what? I haven’t done dare in a while. Let’s go with that.”

Arno stopped them both and took a breath, hand slowly sliding into his coat and pulling the velvet box out. A million thoughts ran through his head as he shakily kneeled down, but looking up into Jacob’s wide eyes silenced them all until he spoke again.

“Marry me.”

---------------

The wedding ended up a lovely summer affair. Elise was only a bit upset that she couldn’t be Arno’s best woman in the way Evie was for Jacob, though Ezio ended up being pretty good about it and had people both laughing and sniffing by the end of his speech.

And all because of some stupid game, Ezio had been sure to mention at some point, and Arno and Jacob just shared some sort of smile at it.

And now here they were.

Arno woke up on top of Jacob, sprawled out in the huge hotel bed. The other was beginning to wake up as well, and they both smiled as their eyes met.

“Good morning, Mr. Dorian-Frye.”

“Good morning indeed.” Jacob rolled them over and Arno’s small yelp of protest at the action was silenced as Jacob began to kiss him in earnest, still smiling into it. They pulled apart eventually and Arno laughed.

“Not even letting me brush my teeth.”

“That doesn’t exactly matter right now.” Jacob tried to mouth lower at Arno’s neck, and Arno let him for a while before squirming.

“Call for the food first. Then you can continue making a mess of me.” Jacob pouted, and Arno smirked. “It’s not that bad. We do have all week, you know. Can’t spend all of it in a hotel room.”

“Just watch me.” Jacob challenged, but let Arno up anyway to stretch and get out of the bed and pull on loose sweat pants to cover himself up. Jacob had less grace and got out to simply pull on some boxers before calling it a day and going over to the Frenchman. He hugged him from behind, and Arno blushed, a smile still present on his face that threatened to stay there forever.

“Hey, Arno.”

“I’ll take waffles with fruit and cream, thanks.”

Jacob laughed, letting it take over before he calmed down enough to speak again.

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“You ever been happier?”

“Never.”

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#assassin's creed #arno dorian #jacob frye #arno x jacob #french fryes #my writings