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tgcg · 9 days

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an open fly walking

i didnt like this one but i thought id finally air it out since its been sat in my folders for months now

TG: hey karkat

CG: YEAH?

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TG: you ever noticed you like

TG: walk weird

CG: WOW, OKAY.

CG: HAVE *YOU* EVER NOTICED THAT I DON'T GIVE A SHIT?

TG: pff

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TG: no listen because i got my ears scoping that shit im like a scouter for dude activity

TG: ok maybe me mentioning it to you is gonna fuck up your ecosystem or something but

TG: you have the heaviest feet of the century man

CG: I DO???

TG: just thrust them straight down into the ground like youre trying to homebrew a san andreas fault

TG: viciously tamping on tectonic plates hoping for top score on the richter scale

TG: waging war against solid particles and the basic flow of gravity

TG: i could ID those footfalls out of a million i mean it

CG: SERIOUSLY?

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TG: i mean theres nothing wrong with it but

TG: yeah

CG: I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU'RE FUCKING WITH ME RIGHT NOW.

TG: im not fucking with you striders honor

TG: when have i ever lied to anybody about anything

CG: NOT UNPACKING THAT QUESTION WITH YOU TODAY.

CG: BUT SHIT, HOLD ON. LET ME SEE.

TG: yeah take the umbrella go over there and just walk to me

CG: ON IT.

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TG: see you just kinda slam em straight down dude

CG: THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY RIOTOUS FUCKING JOKE OF A LIFE.

TG: dont your feet ache

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CG: MOOT POINT. THIS MIGHT SOUND INSANE BUT I'VE ACTUALLY HAD MY STRUT PODS FOR A WHILE. ANY KIND OF PAIN THIS WOULD'VE BEEN CAUSING WOULD BE TOTALLY FILTERED OUT OF MY SPONGE BY NOW AS BACKGROUND NOISE.

TG: damn i didnt think that through

TG: my shades

CG: ALRIGHT, GET BACK UNDER THE SHITTING UMBRELLA AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME.

TG: look ive fucked myself over here too i dont have shit to clean these with

TG: ugh

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TG: guess its karma

CG: HOLY FUCK. HOW DID I NEVER NOTICE THIS BEFORE?

TG: i dunno but im gonna assume having a dad thats a literal crab monster is probably a contributing factor

TG: im guessing thats not a great role model for this kinda thing

TG: just conjecture i mean

CG: YOUR ENVY IS OVERWHELMINGLY OBVIOUS DAVE. AS A DISCLAIMER, HE WOULD'VE ABSOLUTELY KICKED YOUR ASS.

TG: yeah probably

CG: THAT'S PRETTY MUCH ALL THERE IS TO SAY ON THE MATTER.

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TG: but see bro had me stringent on feather feets

TG: i bet i could slip across a bike horn warehouse with nary a fucking toot

CG: HAHA. ASSUMING YOU DON'T MAKE A TOTAL ASS OF YOURSELF, AS PER USUAL.

CG: IF YOU WEREN'T CONSTANTLY RUNNING YOUR GASH ABOUT EVERYTHING AND BEING AN INIMITABLE CLOWN I SERIOUSLY THINK YOU COULD BE ON PAR WITH YOUR CUSTODIAN.

CG: THAT IS A MONUMENTAL "IF".

TG: well look at it this way

TG: im basically doing you all a favor by being a dumbass

TG: never gonna get caught off guard by the bozo patrol

CG: WOW. GOOD POINT.

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TG: also screw this can i use your shirt

TG: this stupid hoodie is just smudging my lenses up

TG: i cant see dick

CG: UH

CG: SURE, I GUESS.

TG: cool

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TG: so yeah i could be prowling around like a goddamn verbal assassin sniping convos left and right

TG: but no ive got the decency to go bunp in the night

CG: YEAH.

CG: IT'S DEFINITELY COMPOUNDED BY THE CONSTANT INANE RAMBLINGS.

CG: BUT

CG: IT'S ACTUALLY PRETTY RELAXING, Y'KNOW? IT HAS ITS OWN RHYTHM.

TG: see yeah i sound it off and

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TG: wait really?

CG: YEAH

CG: I DON'T KNOW

CG: FUCK. HOW DO I EXPLAIN THIS WITHOUT WANTING TO CRAM MY FROND DOWN MY PROTEIN CHUTE.

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CG: IT'S LIKE

CG: A SALVE FOR MY AGGRAVATION SPONGE.

CG: YOUR VOICE IS THE HUMAN EQUIVALENT OF ASPIRIN.

TG: uh damn karkat hold your hoofbeasts i was talking about the rhythm thing

CG: ALRIGHT, THAT'S IT. I'M TAKING US BOTH THE FUCK OUT RIGHT NOW. YOU HAVE REACHED THE BAD END OF THIS CONVERSATION.

TG: you think thatd be heroic or just

CG: IF I WAS STILL GHOSTING AROUND THE RUINS OF SGRUB'S ARCANE FRIGGIN GAME SYSTEMS, THE COMPLETE LACK OF SHIT AFOOT NOWADAYS WOULD BORE ME TO DEATH.

CG: LIKE. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME OUR THERMAL HULL LEVELLED UP, DAVE?

TG: hah

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TG: but uh

TG: i mean we had aspirin on earth

CG: NO, NUMBNUBS.

CG: I'M SAYING YOU ARE MY ASPIRIN.

TG: oh

CG: YEAH, TAKE THAT TO THE BANK AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR 20-KARAT ASS.

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TG: heh

TG: well get this

TG: i will literally talk at you forever for free

TG: you got lifetime priority seating for the davealogues

TG: never gotta go to the drugstore again you can just get doped up on my dulcet tones for the rest of time

TG: take that and some of this

TG: im packin punches

CG: OW, FUCK! NO! MY MIGRAINES!

CG: SWEEPS OF VEINCLOTTING AND NERVEFRAYING DOWN THE FUCKING GAPER. BECAUSE OF YOU.

CG: YOU ASSHOLE, THIS IS THE WORST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO ME.

CG: AND YOU'RE LAUGHING.

TG: chuckle up it only gets worse from here

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CG: BE HONEST WITH ME. DID FONDLING MY SHIRT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET EVEN DO ANYTHING?

TG: barely but yknow sometimes you just gotta deal the cards youre given

TG: ill just be astigmatic for a while its cool

CG: PFF… OKAY MAN.

#davekat #dave strider #karkat vantas #homestuck #comix #an open fly walking

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theprettynosferatu · 10 months

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Baby, what are you talking about? Of course it looks slutty, I thought that was the whole point! What? You're kidding me right? You've been showing off your body online forever! It's like, your favorite thing in the world! Look, stop joking around. You're starting to worry me.

Hang on. What do you mean you never send pics? You... oh, you really don't remember, do you? I'm... honestly I don't know how you can forget something like that! You told me over and over it was your favorite thing in the world! Do you seriously not remember? You are the one that rubbed and rubbed telling me how amazing the attention felt!

Shy? Since when? I mean, you pretend to be shy sometimes, sure. To make the men you send pics to feel special. The whole "I never do this but you got me soooo horny" bit. You taught me that! Come on. You're fucking with me, right?

Slow down. Something's... wrong. I mean, people forget stuff all the time, but this is kinda scary. How do you think we started chatting? Okay. Yeah. Except it didn't happen that way. You sent a pic first thing! I have the screenshot right here! Oh, come on, like I'd just happen to have a photoshopped screenshot prepared!

Look, have you been sleeping? Eating well? Going to the gym?

Have you... you know, talked to someone about this? Not online, honey. Like... a professional. Because it's not normal to forget that kind of stuff!

College? What college? You dropped out when you... you know. When you joined that site. The full time porndoll plan, remember? Look, I'll send you the link! That's you! Oh, you're accusing me of faking your verification picture? No, I've never even seen your ID! You told me you thought you look dreadful in it!

Okay, let's calm down. You trust me, right? We'll... I don't know, find a way to... fix this somehow. Get you well. I know a very good doctor, in fact.

I'll take care of it. So for now just... relax and only worry about making content. The new lights should be arriving soon. You don't remember ordering those either? Oh dear. This is worse than I thought. Okay, panicking won't solve a thing. Here, take this. It'll help you calm down. I'll go call the doctor right now and in the meantime you can edge your slutty pussy a bit.

That always relaxes you. You told me that yourself, after all.

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running-with-kn1ves · 3 months

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🧎‍♀️more edira????? in evil old lesbian office worker we trust 🙏

how about a honeymoon-esque vacation scenario??? I am dying to see more of casual edira, the way she was in that last drabble ahgdgshababnabab

ur writing is just so good 💝

A/N: This is so kind! I was really surprised that Edira kept showing up in my inbox but I can't complain! I didn't want to jump to honeymoon just yet so here's a little vacation/beach episode :D

CW: blackmail/forced relationship, power imbalance, edira grabbing reader’s butt, overall possessive red flags --WC:2300

Synopsis: vacay with your powertrip of a girlfriend Edira! But her workaholic tendencies are hard to escape.

Taking “official” photos was always a humbling experience. You looked down at your passport ID for the hundredth time, grimacing at how dead you looked in the grainy picture.

“It’s not that bad. And see, the light hit your eyes perfectly,” Edira promised, but it didn’t fix the frown on your face as you focused on each blemish and pore that was exacerbated tenfold in the tiny image that represented who you were across country lines.

“Easy for you to say, you look the same as you did in your headshots on the branch website..”

You looked at her from the bed, watching the back of her sandy grey-blonde head shake with a sigh. The business woman rapidly typed away on her glowing laptop, seemingly irritated by the crashing waves outside the open sliding doors.

“Well, if you really want we can get it taken again, when I put my last name on there too.”

At that, you were quiet. Moving in together, and now vacations across boarders…. Her reference to marriage shouldn’t have been shocking, but it put all other thoughts in your brain to a stop. You didn’t really want to marry her, did you? Your blackmailing boss who was more like a war general than a tender lover, one who daydreamed about bending you over her desk more than what flowers she’d want at the ceremony venue. The possibility of staring into her bleak expression at an empty, cold courthouse and being forced to elope was something that made your frown droop even further.

The sad excuse of a wedding depressed you more than the thought of marrying Edira at all.

But you shook that despairing vision out of your head-- you were here to relax, to get away from the stress of your office environment (your coworkers) and neverending projects with cutthroat deadlines (running reports and files to Edira as soon as she requests them.)

“Well, I still don’t know how I convinced you to let us do this. I mean, I didn’t think you ever took vacations. When’s the last time you went on a trip that wasn’t for work?”

Edira stopped her clacking, french tips scraping along one of the computer’s keys.

“This is my first. I never had any reason to use my PTO days, until now.”

Wow, you really WERE dating a workaholic. What kind of insane person doesn’t use their personal days the second they get the chance? If you had been more than a temp, you would’ve taken all of yours the second Edira tried to indoctrinate you into her little play “date” plan.

“Well then why are you doing work!? This is one of the few times you can get away with not being available every other second of the day. You’ve been on your computer since we got on the plane-- isn’t it time we actually, you know, vacationed?”

Edira returned to her email writing. “They might need me, I’m the only one who has access to the other branches’ inf--”

“C’monn, I think they’ll be fine without you for an hour or two. Otherwise, what was the point of coming here..” You hopped to the screen doors, opening the curtains to see the glimmering ocean right outside your suite.The sand rippled with the blowing wind, completely void of footsteps or life. “I mean we LITERALLY have the ocean right here and you’d rather stare at your laptop.”

Edira hummed, not convinced.

Yikes; If you wanted to explore the island you were supposed to be vacationing on, you’d need to pull out the big guns.

“You’d rather focus on your work than… spend time with me?” Your voice cracked, looking at the ships far away from your corner of the coast. It was physically sickening to sweeten yourself up in order to get Edira’s favor. But how else could you actually use this once-in-a-lifetime chance to swim in the Indian Ocean, to experience something, anything, outside of your boring desk job and droning urban life.

At your buttered up question, Edira paused. You could see her looking at you from the corner of her eye, unreadable.

She shut her laptop. Pushing away from the desk she sighed, running a sharp hand through her hair, tight jaw clenching and unclenching.

“Put your bathing suit on.” Was all she said, unzipping the back of her form-fitting dress.

You didn’t say anything, no claps of excitement or relentless thank you’s-- lest she change her mind to ruin your fun. You hurried to change your shorts and souvenir shirt (A present from the airport gift shop; Edira saw you eyeing it) as the businesswoman walked to the master bathroom.

You prayed to be faster than her, hoping she wouldn’t catch you in a position that sparked her lust.

You were running around looking for sunscreen and towels when she came out, hands on her hips and dark sunglasses propped on her head. Even in her backless one piece, she looked like an executive on a business trip, hard glare in her eyes and a muted black covering the front of her body. From the back however, a different person was hidden. The cheeky bottoms exposed nearly the full of her, well, bottom, as ruffled locks of hair fell like messy feathers down her shoulders, exposed to the salty wind. She was the sexy women in swimsuit magazines, meant to be a fantasy of maturity and dominance way out of your league. But here she was, looking you up and down as you hopped on one foot to try and grab a towel on the other side of the bed.

“You know, i’m not really a big fan of the beach. I don’t know why I picked this place… should’ve chosen the mountains or something. Someplace we wouldn’t be bothered.”

Someplace she could have you all to herself, she meant. Somewhere you wouldn’t be distracted by things to do and would come looking to her for warmth by the fire.

“Maybe next vacation!” You hoped, praying that it turned the cogs in her machine brain to take you somewhere else, anywhere else, soon. “Meanwhile, we have our own private beach, thanks to you. We’ll only be bothered by the occasional seaweed. And maybe a fish or two.”

You gathered up the beach necessities in your arms, full of towels and a beach umbrella, along with small must-haves like water bottles and sunscreen spray cans. Edira looked at you with an incredilous stare, grabbing the towels and water from your hands to shove into her beach bag.

“Yeah, didn’t really think of that.” You said, noticing how most of the things you grabbed could be fit into her infinite ‘lifes a beach’ tote-- complementary from your Airbnb hosts.

“Let’s go.”

She walked out to the naked patio, locking her pointer finger with yours as you hiked the umbrella on your shoulder. You had come to learn Edira well; she didn’t like the sun, hated most gelatinous sugary mixtures, and was incredibly stubborn if an activity included something she found beneath her. Getting sand between her toes, included.

You found a place far away from the shore and began spinning the umbrella’s pole into the ground. Edira would surely make use of its shade, but the ocean was calling your name as she sat down on her beach towel, squinting behind her sunglasses.

“I can see the harbor from across the water; not particularly private, I’d say. The hosts’ll make sure to hear about this when we leave.”

“It’s private enough. What, did you want to go skinny dipping or something?” You laughed, clumping sand at the base of the umbrella with your foot. “The press would have a field day.”

You flumped down next to her, happy to be out of that stuffy, although beautiful, beach house that reminded you too much of Edira’s apartment. The warm sand was comforting, shells and rocks placed around you like little treasures.

“If I want to go skinny dipping with you I should be able to, not have to worry about some fisherman watching while I touch you.” She pulled at your thigh, placing her hand on the inside as she lifted up her sunglasses. “Or maybe, you’d like that, letting them watch you frolick and squirm. Maybe we should find out if they can really see us--”

She had the full intention of digging under your bottoms to make a statement, but your reaction time to her had improved.

“You’re such a worrywart, can we just swim now please? It’s better than sitting her in the hot sun, on the sticky sand..” You knew you caught her when she turned her nose at the mention of the sun, only worsening as she started to feel the sand cover her feet.

She was a priss through and through, and sometimes it worked in your favor.

“Fine… but if I’m touched by something slimy I can’t help what I do.”

You grinned with your teeth, unable to hold back a smile at finally getting to experience the beginning of your vacation.

You ran to the waves crashing against the sand, feeling them flick up at your ankles and knees as you waded in the water.

You turned around to walk backwards into the sea, watching as the woman hesitantly took out a hairtie that once had her hair in a high pony.

“Come on! Slowpoke!”

Edira reached the gap between land and water, frowning at schools of tiny fish and jagged rocks that would surely make it hard to walk in heels the next morning.

You had to drag her further, holding her outstretched hand as she let you lead her deeper into the water.

“It’s not so bad, right? Nothing slimy thus far…”

“Something’s definitely touching my leg.” She remarked, linking arms with you as if you were a safety floaty. “And it smells like fish.”

You both trudged far enough from shore, a little more than waist deep as you watched the sun near the horizon line.

You took a moment to look at it, staring as the boats pass by from far away, seeing the empty houses on the beach neighboring yours between areas of trees.

Edira turned towards you, the same moment something coming to grip your bottom.

“Something nabbed me!” You nearly shrieked, only to feel the same sensation on your other cheek, pulling you forward against Edira. She had her arms wrapped behind you, squeezing your ass like it was dough to be kneaded.

“Thought I was the scared one, hm?”

You looked away, putting your hands against Edira’s abdomen. She leered over you, ignoring your attempts to create distance as she caged you in. The waves pushed you together, water swaying as her legs brushed against your knees deep below.

“don't look away from me now, you're too adorable like this…”

She watched your eyes barely peek up, defensive fists flattening against the bare of her collarbone. She was almost spotless, save for a few sun-kissed freckles sprinkled here and there.

Edira grinned a wolfy smirk. Even despite her discomfort in the sea she knew you were wrapped around her finger, nervous lips twitching while watching her bring a hand from your bottom to your neck.

Her hands were salty and wet from the sea, pulling at the base of your head to bring you closer. The workaholic almost seemed to begin destressing as her nose pressed against yours.. Edira nuzzled with her forehead pressed to your sweaty one, fine fingers caressing downward to grab your jaw.

Without warning, her tongue perched itself against your cheek, turning your face to the side as she ran a long stripe up to your temple. It was wet and full, drawing out her time to savor the flavor and discomfort of your expression.

“What are you--”

“Salty.” She murmured. “You're so soft, getting all mushy in my arms.” Edira laughed-- a real laugh, with a small snort as she leaned into you. She was so close, the intimate entertwining of your bodies so unusual from her normal obscurity.

It was hard not to look petulant when her eyes peered down at you with a gleam, as if you were a cute drunk thing at the bar she wanted to take home safe, or a pampered puppy ready to be suffocated with attention.

“So cute.. might make me jealous letting all these boatmen see you in such a little bathing suit.” She teased, progressively in a better mood now with the clouds blocking the sun and your body so cooperative in her grasp.

“Jealous?” You rolled your eyes. “Oh noo, I could never imagine my girlfriend being jealous.”

All the times of her domineering possessive behavior ran through your head, the sarcastic comment truly not detailing how severe she had gone.

“I am your girlfriend…” she grinned, kissing your shoulder with a tight grip arpund your hips. “Now that I hear it,I want more… it sounds too, loose.”

Wait, did you really call her your “girlfriend”? Hell, maybe the sun was starting to get to you.

“We'll it’s not like we can get MARRIED, haha,” you awkwardly brush off how romantic she's being all of a sudden, soft circles created by her nails running along the dip of your back. “I mean… right? We're too uncommitted for marriage, and I mean who would want to marry someone the’re in a fake relationship with.”

You couldn’t tell if you were talking about her or you anymore. Edira’s chest pressed against yours, arms tentatively keeping you trapped against her.

“Mm… Still feels fake to you?” She questioned In your neck, surprisingly calmer than you expected her to be at that comment. “How much more do I need to convince you that this is real,” Those soft lips came to brush against your ear. “That you’re not going anywhere.”

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 7 months

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thought id slide in here and request a mini hc thing (obviously /lh) about what the m6 would think about a mc whose familiar is a red plague beetle?? i know this doesn’t make much sense with the canon lore but. silly guy. buggy. you get it 🦀

The Arcana Mini-HCs: With a plague beetle familiar

~ @crabofthewoods holy crap that's an intense idea, I know these are just mini hcs but you could build a whole AU with that!!! ~

Julian: trauma. it's going to be weeks, if not months, before he's comfortable around it. once he is, though, he has a new favorite habit of using it and his red eye to play pranks on people

Asra: their biggest concern is that they're going to mistake it for one of the dried beetles some day and accidentally mix it into a potion. likes to sprinkle glitter on it so it can leave pretty tracks everywhere

Nadia: keeps trying to find a way it can travel with you without scaring people. had a tiny insignia made to be safely stamped on its back so everyone in the Palace knew it was under her protection

Muriel: it's so small. it's so easy to miss. it's so easy to crush. refuses to relax until you find some kind of brightly colored, floaty ribbon to tie to it so it's easier to spot as it flies and crawls around

Portia: terrified that Pepi's going to try chasing and eating it someday (it scuttles so enticingly, and it looks like a cherry!) likes painting its shell a different color every week with nail polish (with your approval)

Lucio: trauma, 2.0. keeps fighting the reflex to smack it and/or pretend it isn't there. never completely gets over what it means but he does bond with it eventually to the point of nicknaming it "buggie"

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana game #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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guttergirlcore · 10 months

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East Coast Baby II (JJ Maybank x reader)

WARNINGS // NON-CON, DUB-CON, violence, possessive behavior, stalking, mentions of alcohol and drug use, jealousy, manipulation, toxicity, gaslighting, non-canon ages, pogue!reader, she/her reader, mentions of familial trauma, one bed trope, JJ watching reader as she sleeps, light somno at the end

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Synopsis // Running from a trauma-addled past, you arrive in OBX to find some peace. Shortly after, a series of strange events ensue, drawing your circle smaller and smaller, eventually driving you into the arms of one JJ Maybank. What you hadn't realized, however, is how difficult it would be to escape the one person you never thought you'd have to run from.

divider by @firefly-graphics

Word count: 2k

You slowly blinked your heavy lids until your vision cleared enough to make out the dark wood of a ceiling.

"Hey, hey, she's awake guys!" Kie called over to the boys and suddenly your line of sight was obstructed by four looming heads.

"Ugh, fucking Rafe," you groaned, reaching for the back of your head.

"Fucking Rafe is right. He totally could've given you a concussion. I mean, I wanted to take you to a hospital, but dumbasses one and two here insisted on bringing you here," Pope stood with his hands on his hips.

You sat up quickly and JJ's hands shot up to steady you.

"Woah, woah. Easy, okay? You took kind of a hard hit." JJ looked into your eyes with genuine concern before turning a pointed glare in Pope's direction.

"You want her going to the hospital and when they ask how she got the injury- to tell them she was out at a kegger with about a hundred other people and then tried to get in the middle of a fight until you, Mr. Smartass, decided to pop off a stolen gun? That's what you want her to say, Pope?"

"Yeah, dude, it's not like we were checking IDs, and I'm pretty sure there were like twenty different drugs going around the beach tonight." John B. told Pope, his arms crossed across his chest.

“Stolen gun?” You murmured drowsily.

“It’s a long story,” JJ said apologetically before turning back to Pope.

"Okay well, all I'm saying is this could be more serious than we think! Structural damage and all that bro! In this one show I saw on Forensic Files, this body showed up to the morgue completely fine, but they ran the autopsy and found out the dude hemorrhaged in the brain from a minor hit!" Pope threw his hands up in the air.

"Okay, you did not see that," Kie argued, rolling her eyes.

"Okay, enough! Christ. Y/n will be fine as soon as all of you get out and let her relax," JJ shouted over the bickering pair.

In a huff, Kie, Pope, and John B. headed out onto the screened-in porch, leaving you and JJ alone.

"Where am I right now?" You asked, looking around at the messy wooded cabin.

"John B's. Thought it best if we take you here to rest," JJ said, kneeling down in front of you. "Y/n, I am so, so sorry. I didn’t think you’d get in the middle of it."

“Well, I did,” you fix JJ with a stoney look. “You do know that Rafe was just trying to get under your skin, right?”

“Yeah, I figured. But still, I wasn’t gonna let him touch you,” JJ said, completely serious.

“Why? Why do you care? You just met me.”

“Do I really have to answer that?” JJ furrowed his blond brows. “Because I like you, y/n. Is that not obvious?”

You blinked your eyes rapidly. “I- I like you too JJ, but like I said, we just met. I hardly know anything about you and vice versa.” You looked down at your lap, twisting your rings around your fingers.

“Okay, well tell me something about you,” JJ smiled, bracing a closed fist just a few inches from your knee on the couch.

You hesitated. You weren’t used to people asking about you, and you weren’t even sure what to say. You weren’t sure if you wanted to say anything at all.

JJ was cute and seemed sweet. His friends were nice and he did get into a fistfight to protect your honor or whatever, which was kind of sweet in a marginally deranged way- but opening up to new people didn’t come easily to you. Sometimes you thought it was better to stay closed off to avoid the hurt.

You shook your head and averted your gaze from JJ’s disappointed face.

“Okay, well I’ll tell you something about me,” he said. He rocked back on his heels, planting his butt on the floor at your feet, his elbows resting on his raised knees.

“Ahh- let’s see. Alright, my favorite movie is C.H.U.D., the only book I’ve ever read and liked was The Outsiders, and I’m one hell of a surfer.” JJ laughed, counting off on his ringed fingers. “My favorite color is green, I like Zach Bryan’s music, and honestly, I’m not as calm and collected as I’d like everyone to believe.”

You looked up at JJ’s last admission, meeting his gaze.

“Yeah, uh- so my mom split a long time ago. Or it feels that way anyway. My dad sucks, so there’s that. Sometimes I think he likes the bottle better than he does me. Actually, I don’t really think he likes me at all.”

“JJ, I-” You were at a loss for what to say. What could you say? Didn’t you know better than anyone that there was nothing you could say? Nothing could fix, or even alleviate, that type of pain.

You gave up on words, instead reaching for JJ’s hand, rubbing your thumb over his bruising knuckles. JJ’s eyes softened at your gentleness. You nodded your head slowly, encouraging him to go on if he wanted.

“At least he isn’t around much, so I get to do what I want, which is better than Kie or Pope’s got it,” he chuckled dryly.

“Yeah, but you shouldn’t have to sacrifice a father for freedom. I’m sorry that that happened to you, JJ. It’s not right, and you don’t deserve it.”

You gazed into his blue eyes sadly. Though he wouldn’t let it on, you could see the suffering lingering in the depths of his eyes. It was the same suffering you held in your own.

JJ held your hand tightly as if it were a life-raft he could pull himself onto to keep himself from drowning in the sea of pain.

You rubbed harshly at your misting eyes and chuckled. You told him your favorite movie, show, and book, that you liked to paint, what your favorite color was, and what kind of music you listened to. You told him about your aunt Laura, and how you hardly knew her, and yet she was the closest familial bond you had. JJ listened intently the whole time.

“And as for the other stuff- the darker stuff... I want to tell you, JJ, I do. But I just have a really hard time opening up like that, you know?” You told him.

He nodded his head slowly and gave his characteristic smirk. “That’s alright. I’ve got time.”

After the two of you sat up talking on John B.’s couch for the rest of the night, JJ assured you that it would be okay if you crashed there.

“Really, I do it all the time y/n,” JJ laughed. “I’ll stay here with you.”

You sent Laura a text to let her know your plans and allowed JJ to take you to the spare room.

"I've got some extra clothes here if you wanna change," JJ pointed to the large wooden dresser.

You looked down at what you were wearing. It was still a bit damp and sandy from the beach, so you nodded your head in agreement.

JJ crossed the room and pulled out a cotton t-shirt from the drawer, placing it in your hands.

He stood there for a moment more with his hands in his pockets.

"Uh, JJ? Could you, you know...?" Motioning for him to give you some privacy.

"OH! Yeah, yeah, let me just-" JJ scurried to the door, pulling it closed with a quiet click behind him.

You pulled off your sandy top and bottoms, dropping them to the floor at your feet. Picking up JJ's shirt, you lifted it to your face.

The cotton was soft and worn and smelled like clean linens, surf wax, and the faint scent of sunscreen. The scent of JJ.

You slipped it over your body and called out to him.

He entered the room as you perched on the edge of the single bed.

"I can take the couch if you-" he started.

"No, no I don't want to take your bed from you! We can share it, it's plenty big enough for both of us," you smiled at him.

Secretly, you hoped he wouldn't refuse and you were pleased when he didn't.

You had fallen asleep hours ago as JJ sat up watching you peacefully doze next to him.

Despite his eyes burning painfully from lack of sleep, he couldn't bring himself to look away from you.

Here you were, so beautiful, so gentle, so trusting, and so thinly clothed.

JJ thought back to your conversation earlier on the couch. How kind you had been, even though you only met him yesterday. How you held his hand and comforted him, even though you had no obligation to. And now, how you laid here in his bed, in his clothes, mere inches from him.

Then, images of Rafe clouded his vision. Rafe's hand on your knee across the beach.

JJ hadn't meant to drift so far from you, but one of his friends called him and Pope over, and it was only a few yards. He figured you'd be okay for a few moments until he could return to your side.

But like he always seemed to do, Rafe appeared out of thin air, sticking his hands on things that didn't belong to him.

JJ shook his head. He had to remind himself you didn't belong to him either. At least not yet.

The [admittedly] very small rational part of him knew Rafe was just goading him on, but the rage was blinding and unexpected.

Who does Rafe think he is? He thinks he owns everything from Figure 8 to The Cut. And you. You're so pretty and defenseless. I need to protect you. I need Rafe to know you're mine.

JJ had crossed the few yards in a matter of seconds, his hands clamping down on Rafe's steam-pressed collared shirt. It was like he weighed nothing as JJ dragged him to the water, his inherited rage blooming in his chest. He stomped to the water's edge until it soaked through his boots, and then he just let himself go.

He threw punch after punch in Rafe's smug face. With each time his fist made contact, he was further gratified. That was until he saw you.

JJ hadn't even realized you'd followed him, but there you were, laying on your back in the sand, a light bruise already forming on your jaw. Rafe had hit you.

JJ wailed on him as hard as he could, pounding his fists into Rafe's chest as he spit blood back at him. It took Pope, John B., Topper, and Kelce to pull him off.

JJ found his anger returning to him and he braced a hand against his chest, pacing his breathing.

She's alright. She's alright. She's here, JJ reminded himself.

Sometimes his rage frightened him. It looked too much like his dad's. But he was better than him. What he did, he did for love. His dad just did it for fun, or whatever. That made him better, right?

JJ looked over at your sleeping form. Your back was turned to him and he watched as your side rose and fell with your breathing. He gazed over the curve of your ass and felt himself grow hard at the mere sight.

He couldn't have you tonight, he knew that. Still, he allowed himself to scoot slowly down the bed and closer to you.

When you hadn't moved, he pressed his body flush against yours, his face buried in your strawberry-scented hair, his hardening length fitted snugly against your ass.

He let out a soft groan at the contact. This would have to be enough for him for now.

The last thing he thought before he finally succumbed to sleep was

she will be mine.

~series masterlist~

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sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years

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hiii :)

I'm literally obsessed with how you write soft Billy, so I would like to request a little fluff/angst/soft-in-general fic with Billy and trope 1 (There's only one bed)

your writing truly brings me so much comfort so thanks so much for that! x hope you're well!

Yes of course my love, thank you for the kind words :) Also this is the last thing I'm posting before going out to lunch with my dad... please send thoughts and prayers lol

"Which side do you want?" He asks, pointing to the bed as I hug myself, shifting my weight anxiously back and forth. "C'mon." He reaches out to me, fingers curling around my upper arm with a laugh.

"Sorry, just nervous." I reach down to tug my t-shirt further down my thighs, my bashful gaze avoiding his curious one. "Lot's happened tonight." I giggle, remembering back to the party we just left, the drink thrown in my face, my wobbly legs beneath me making my body feel completely unsteady from the alcohol. I didn't want to go home and face the wrath of my parents, worried that they would be able to tell I'm tipsy before I even opened my mouth.

Because, lets be honest, I'm oozing alcohol.

"I don't mind you bunking with me- trust me, I'm thrilled." He grins, leaning towards me and his nose brushes against mine. "Get in bed." My stomach swirls with butterflies and I do what he says, slipping under his covers, the smell of his cologne and the cigarettes he smokes swarming around me. He sits down on the side of the bed with a huff, working on slipping his shoes off and I watch him intently, loving the way his curls fall in his face.

He's so handsome and gentle with me and it's completely not expected. The last thing I expected from him when I called him to pick me up was him to be understand. I expected him to chastise me, annoyed that he had to waste the gas money to drive a half an hour away to help get my drunk ass in the car, and then give me a bed to sleep in.

Turning to me with a soft smile, he reaches out, brushing his fingers across my cheek. I smile softly, eyes fluttering shut at his gentle touch, soaking it in while he offers it.

"You're never like this." I whisper, worried that my words, that came out way faster than I hoped, will scare him away from, reverting back into his old self. "Kind, soft." I follow up, reaching out to take his hand in mine, playing with his fingers.

"Maybe it's cuz I know you're drunk off your ass and you won't remember this." I roll my eyes, pulling him down to me as he allows himself a moment to just relax into me, face pressed into the crook of my neck, breathing quietly.

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macabrecake · 1 year

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cake, my beloved, idk if you've been asked this but given this is the stuff you've been putting out - I thought I'd ask,

dam! leon x fem! reader x re6! leon smut?

pls and ty <3

I. AM. ON. MY. KNEES. RIGHT NOW. GOD HELP

Thought ID and Vendetta Leon was the final boss??? NAH IT'S THESE FUCKING TWO

LOOK AT THEM AND TRY TO CONVINCE ME THAT YOU WOULD STILL BE ABLE TO WALK AFTER THEY'RE DONE WITH YOU. Also hi I'm cutting this close but Merry Christmas Gabby! Have a sandwich! 💕💕💕

Minors step back this is a whole different kind of Christmas present.

"Come on sweetheart. You're not tired already, are you?"

Tired no.

But oh so ready to finally break.

Leon Scott Kennedy, and Leon Scott Kennedy two years from now, have been at this sweetly cruel game for what felt like ages.

It started when one kiss turned into two, then three, then five more.

One suddenly gives into his need for a challenge and shows, despite them being the same, just who exactly is the one and only man that can rock your world the best. In the form of a gentle bite turned hickey where he knows it'll get you squirming the most.

His counterpart decides to outdo him and places another, before a small galaxy ends up being intricately printed onto your skin. Leaving you breathless and needy. Much to both Leon's delight at seeing your panties ruined with just how unbearably soaked you were.

That's when they both lit this match that would set your body ablaze with high pitched mewls and gibberish filled whimpers when your husband finally slipped inside your wet, aching walls. Inch by inch until he bottomed out completely. Then softly bounced you on his cock, while his counterpart's fingers touched where you desperately craved him.

They'd watch like starving wolves at the point where your cunt would visibly flutter and squeeze every time the brunette would sink back in with the most satisfying squelch.

Squishing you between them more so you're certain to not miss those beautiful words and wonderful groans of his that burn you hotter.

"Look at you honey, so good for us.~"

"Always so fucking tight around me…"

You know he and himself do it on purpose. They wanna see you absolutely writhe for them.

Slow and soft at first. Then a little faster, and faster, harder.

So close.

Always so close.

A half driven delirious idea that Leon is finally going to let you fall into that blissful, messy heaven. Only for all of it to stop. And steadily start over again. They're both testing you and it's driving you mad in the best way possible.

Funny. Earlier you thought Leon's future blonde headed self would be the more gentleman-like to balance them both out, right?

Wrong.

He definitely still possesses that rough nature, not that you're complaining though to be honest. They'll both still treat you right, even in the meanest of ways.

"What's the matter, Princess?" The blonde softly cooes with a light nip to your ear, relaxing his arm just enough for you to quietly gasp. Greedily swallowing new lungfuls of air before the flex of his arm makes it shallow again. But you trust him, knowing he won't completely cut your oxygen off. Only enough to keep you perfectly suspended, high like a drug you know you couldn't live without.

He makes you never want to be sober.

"You wanna cum, don't you?" God, they have both edged you to oblivion and back to the point that your pussy immediately tightens up at just the word itself, which pulls a small hiss from your Leon considering his dick is still resting inside you. So deep you swear you could feel it in your throat. You want it to break you.

Ruin you.

They both see how much of a mess you are. There's a puddle on Leon's lap and if you were to stand up right now, your essence would be a dribbling mess down to your knees and onto the floor. Your lips let go of the most pitiful whine, desperate enough to take a chance that you lightly move your hips in a search for that sinfully amazing friction. Hoping they'll now show you mercy.

Sympathy isn't what you find however, instead it's those familiar hot blooded hands clamping down tight on your hips to cease your movements altogether. The moment you softly gasped, you knew it was a bad move. One that has you shrinking submissively before the intimidating blue flames that dance in his eyes. Feeling dark colored fringes lightly brush your cheek when he leans closer. "Didn't say you could move."

Leon's voice drops an octave, almost to a snarl with his waning patience. But he knows you love to hear it. Even if you don't admit it through words, your body betrays you when your hot, squishy walls twitch around him again. It's enough for the ghost of a smirk to tug at his lips, but that's not what he's after. "And I asked you a question…"

"Yes!" You immediately yelp, your hands already grasping at his future version's arm around your neck for dear life with another tear filled sob. "Please please please yes!"

Definitely an answer both Leon's like, but not the one he wants. One hand leaves your hips to travel up and take hold of your chin, forcing your gaze to fully lock with his. "Yes what?" The brunette hisses dangerously low against your lips.

"Yes I wanna cum, sir." Comes your breathless whisper. So so ready for that euphoric coil in your lower belly to wind up and snap, you almost didn't get all the words out. Luckily it's enough to reward you with the light scratch of stubble when he presses a hard kiss to your lips that steals what little breath you have, "Much better." Then another pair of lips sneak over to lay some love to your cheek with a smile against your ear. That wonderfully smooth tone uttering his praise. "Atta girl."

Atta girl indeed because finally…

Finally, your wish is fulfilled.

In the form of the blonde agent's hand taking yours and guiding it down to your drenched little pearl to softly press on it. The action reaches into your lungs to tear an airy moan from you at the sudden jolt to your core, that would've most definitely removed you from Leon altogether if the hands on your hips and the arm still locked around your neck wasn't there to keep you in place.

A warm sound vibrates against your back, that pretty chuckle of his. And oh his words that rumble into your ear. So sinfully sweet.

"Play with yourself for us."

"Show us what you like, Princess.~"

Given how Leon has pleasured you to the point you were nothing but putty by just his hands numerous times before, you'd think he already knows what you like. But you're quick to spot the underlying truth.

They both wanna watch you get yourself off.

Normally such a bold request like that would leave you rather timid, but you can't take another second of this game anymore. Your body is aching for a release to the point you can't help but obey. Letting a cry tear it's way out of your throat as your fingers desperately rub and caress your little pink bundle of nerves. Relieved for that spark of sweet friction tingling your senses.

Much to the delight of the two agents, watching your hand work and listening to your moans, sighs, and little whines steadily rise in volume and string together into a beautiful melody of your own making. Such wonderful sounds pairing with the most lewd gushy noise between your legs. Amazing.

It's much more than enough to pull a deep rooted groan from your Leon, "Fuck." He curses in a hoarse whisper, "Feel you getting close, Sunshine." His fingers dig deeper into the soft flesh of your hips. Forcing you to stay still so you won't ride him. Just to be a little mean, but also because the way your heat clamps down tighter around his twitching cock is a slice of heaven in itself. The moment you start bouncing, he knows he'll be done for.

Seems his future version knows it too, given his low chuckle into your skin. "That's it, Sunshine." Leon encourages between gentle open mouthed kisses up and up until his lips capture yours, while his free hand easily engulfs your breast to pinch and toy with your hardened bud before switching to give the other some attention.

You feel him smile and hum as he happily drinks up your muffled moans like it's a shot of his favorite whiskey. Until he pulls away to whisper against your kissed swollen lips.

"Let go, we'll catch you."

Oh Leon. Always so good with his words, his touches. Everything. It does the trick, almost a little too well in fact. Like a tsunami, your orgasm crashes into you hard enough to leave you squirting. But, as promised, both Leon's squish you close when your form trembles and writhes between the two with a loud moan of ecstasy filling the comfortable space of the bedroom.

But with the gaze your Leon fixes on his blonde headed self, he knew right away. You made such a pretty mess with his dick still nestled so deep inside you, he couldn't help but get a little greedy.

"W- ait! Leon Oh f-uck! T-too much! AH!" You squeal with a gasp while your dainty hands frantically grab at Leon's wrist in a weak attempt to move his fingers away when he rubs them mercilessly against your visibly pulsing clit. All you get from him, is a loving growl.

"Keep cumming, sweetheart." Lord help, what's left for him to love if he breaks you like this? Your senses are already too high and so sensitive, you don't know if you can handle anymore.

Thankfully, his movements are quick to cease as soon as he hears your sounds beginning to drift into sobs. Bringing his hands away to gently stroke your quivering thighs instead while his future self releases you from your headlock prison. Keeping you leaned back against him while he carefully kisses at your neck, further helping to ease you back down.

"There you are." A deep tone drips into your ears like honey, once you finally open your eyes. Only to release a tired, breathless giggle at the two pairs of sweet blue eyes centered on you. "Got scared I broke you for a second." Your Leon muses, gifting you a gentle apologetic kiss. "No, but… I don't know if I can go again." You sheepishly confess between quiet pants.

Two soft laughs from the same voice and a kiss to the crown of your head help put you at ease. "It's ok, baby." Leon reassures while his blonde counterpart tugs you a little closer. Letting the two wrap you up in his shared warmth filled with sweet kisses and gentle caresses that convey all you want to know.

The night is far from over.

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[ID: Replies by astrabear that read, "I would love to hear your thoughts on the snark/humor that he and Nicky turn on Copley and Keane when they're taken out of the van. It seems like in that case, it's the two of them working together as a power play against their captors rather than using humor as comfort. And they're both hilarious. "I don't suppose it would be possible to get these chains off of us?"/"I guess not." And of course "it's a nice plane" "there's a TV Joe" "champagne?" Bless Luca and Marwan forever for coming up with that". End ID]

@astrabear SOMEHOW I HAD FORGOTTEN ABOUT THESE ICONIC MOMENTS yes okay. I'm making that its separate post because I think this is more Nicky than Joe, since he is the one who's initiating these and Joe is mostly playing along because husbands that bitch together stay together

(I mean, you could argue that Joe started the "it's a nice plane" one, but I don't think he meant that one as a setup for a joke. Just look at the accusatory, pointed look he gives Copley as he says it. This wasn't Joe trying to be funny, this was Joe calling him a sellout. It was a direct continuation of "I suppose you are taking us to the person who paid for your betrayal". The one who turned it into a joke was Nicky, so, I'm considering that as Nicky initiating it)

So, in this case, I think Nicky is using humor as a coping mechanism, but not in the traditional way to try to "lighten the mood". Nicky's coping mechanism, in this case, is to be a pain in their captors' ass

This becomes clearer, I think, once they are in the lab. Nicky does not open his mouth to talk to Merrick & Co, from that point onwards, to do anything but wage psychological warfare on them. "I would say immoral"; "a fine justification"; "as is yours"; you know what I'm talking about. He's King Bitch Of Cunt City the entire time, and of course this is his way of saying "fuck you" to them all, but I think it's also his way of asserting his dignity throughout the whole ordeal. They might be helpless in that situation, and he might not have a plan of escape (yet), but he will dedicate his time to making their lives as difficult as possible, even if only in the sense that he is an annoying little shit. He might be at their mercy, but he'll never let them get comfortable with it

(The moment in the lab is slightly different from the van scene in that case, because before the lab they were still physically fighting back. Still, in the van they kind of had no choice but to go along with them. Not because they couldn't do anything about it - they killed all those heavily armored guards with their hands literally tied behind their backs, taking down Copley and Keane would have been child's play - but because they needed to let themselves be taken in order to know who was paying Copley, who else knew about them, and what their plan was exactly, so they could take them down. Once they meet Merrick, they start fighting in earnest - the headbutt, Nicky's struggle to protect Joe when Merrick stabs him - and there's no snark on Nicky's part then. But they end up losing, and once they are strapped to those tables they are actually helpless for the time being. So, in the van they are choosing to go along and Nicky is a lot more relaxed than in the lab, but both in the van scene and in the lab Nicky can't physically fight back, so he chooses to fight back instead by making them as mad as he can, and that's where his sense of humor comes in)

I have no doubts that all of that is very deliberate on Nicky's part, that it is an active choice and a coping mechanism, because of the way he reacts to the knowledge that Andy is mortal. In every other moment, you could have argued that he was just being snarky because he was angry, or that it was all his sincere replies to what was being said, but not in that one. Because he had just learnt something that uprooted his entire world, something that hit him (and all of them) with terrifying preemptive grief, and fear for Andy's injuries, and the terrible knowledge that Booker betrayed them, and uncertainty for what will happen to them as a team; but instead of expressing any of that, Nicky elects to look at Merrick and be like "you're powerless you fucking donkey lol". He straight up says that if Andy dies there's nothing Merrick can do, as if this holds no emotional weight to him at all. We know that's a lie, though, because Nicky loves Andy, and counts on her, as they all do. So there is no way these are his heartfelt, instinctual reactions to what's going on; which means they are rational, conscious choices he is making while captured

So, I don't think it's possible to argue otherwise: Nicky is being annoying on purpose. His snarky responses aren't just something that is coming to him naturally, they are something he is very deliberately choosing to do, so much so that they're taking priority even over his own emotions

I think the snark, then, servers the following purposes:

To let everyone know that they might have captured him, but they won't break his spirit;

To not allow them keep their conscience intact or make excuses for what they are doing (Nicky, more than anyone, knows how easy it is to do that, and how dangerous it is);

To make them angry, because if they get mad, they might slip up and do or say something that will help them escape;

And, perhaps most importantly;

4. To let them know that he's not scared of them

If anything, they should be scared of him, because he can and will kill an entire van of guards with his hands tied behind his back, and he won't even act like it was a big deal. In fact, he makes it a point to make it seem like as little of a deal as possible, which once again I think was very deliberate

Everything about that first van joke was very clearly set up to rattle Copley & Co. The guard being put against the door, so the first thing they would see when they opened it would be his body falling; the casual way him and Joe are sitting there, not even trying to use their momentum to escape; the way Nicky makes everything in his power to seem unbothered (despite the fact that we know that they don't actually like or are unbothered by killing); the way he's not even looking at them, but really at Joe, when he delivers his line with as much snark as possible. This whole thing was thought out, and designed, to stress them out. And, once again, it worked

So it's definitely a "power play" as you said, but I also think that it's a coping mechanism in the sense that he's reminding himself that he can still keep his dignity, that he won't yield; because I think that's what matters most to Nicky. He is willing to accept bad situations; everything happens for a reason and etc etc. What he won't allow himself is to be broken by it, to not feel like he is in control of his own destiny and actions, to feel like he is being used and controlled. And in the process he's also reminding Joe of their strength, of course, and Joe responds in kind because he understands that they both need this in that moment, and he'll never not do anything in his power to support Nicky. Also, it does also serve his usual lightening the mood purposes, which works just as well for him

TLDR: In the van scene Nicky is using humor to let their captors know that they won't break his spirit no matter what they do to him, and that's a coping mechanism

(Honestly none of this is probably unique or new as an analysis, but you did ask and I am, at my core, a bitch who loves talking, so there you have it)

#sorry this is a bit late lol but i'm back home now and could write this properly so #tog #the old guard #nicolò di genova #nicolo di genova #nicky tog #nicky the old guard #meta #described

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Pale ale

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A little Whoa Bessie Halloween featuring college Bucky and Steve.

Warnings for college drinking and foul language

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“I’m so glad these don’t have doorbells.” Bucky hip-checks the door to his dorm. He turns the lock with one hand and balances a 6-pack of beer on the palm of the other.

“You’re gonna drop those.” Steve crashes on James’s bed.

“No, I’m not.”

James turns around and grins. He hefts the weight of the package behind the opposite arm as if showing off a trick with a basketball. The flimsy cardboard wrapper doesn’t hold up to the weight of the tilting cans, and all six come tumbling down.

“Oh, shit.” James lunges for the can that lands on the foot of the bed while the rest crash to the floor. One particularly unlucky beer hits the corner of one of the bed risers, and foam gushes onto the carpet. “Fuck.”

Steve scuttles to pick it up, practically crashing heads with James in his rush.

“You’re gonna get in trouble if it smells like alcohol in here.” Steve’s eyes go wide with sincerity. “You have to stay on the good side or they won’t let me come in here anymore.”

“Relax.”

James tosses the rest of the cans onto his comforter. They roll toward Steve, who now sits criss-cross with his face in his hands. James throws his towel over the spill and steps on it. Then climbs onto the bed beside Steve.

“You know you worry too much.” It’s a statement. James is caught between indulging Steve’s anxiety and assuaging it.

“Yeah, well.” Steve looks up and visibly gulps. “We’re kinda close to the line. Like, a lot.”

“I’d be surprised if a single RA is patrolling for curfew.” James rolls his eyes. “I mean, if they man their posts at all. It’s always honor system on party nights.”

“I guess so.” Steve tries a smile, but it comes off as a grimace. “Upper class-men party it up more?”

“Eh, most people get out of their systems their first year. Seniors…” James shrugs. “I don’t know. They probably go to real parties off campus, since they’re old folks with IDs and all.”

Steve tilts his head. “Who goes to the frat parties, then?”

“Aw, probably some dumb kids…”James keeps his face carefully stoic and grabs the nearest beer. It spits in his face when he pops the tab.

“You’re talking in circles.” Steve narrows his eyes at James. “Unless you’re implying the Greek system is swindling the freshmen.”

“They’ve got to replace themselves somehow.” James holds the beer under Steve’s chin. “Here, drink up.”

“Watch yourself. I thought you were better than that.”

“Oh, I’m terrible.” James takes a beer for himself. He clinks it sideways against the one in Steve’s hand. “Somebody’s got to teach you right.”

“You’re only one year older.” Steve puffs himself up.

“And you’ve never pulled an all-nighter. Come on. Drink up.” James leans into Steve’s shoulder. “I’ve got to raise you right. It’s my job.”

“I guess…” Steve takes a swallow of his beer. The cap is more fizz than substance, and he coughs instead of swallowing. “Oh god.” Foam runs from Steve’s nose. He pulls his hand into his sleeve and uses the cuff to wipe his face.

“Remember to breathe,” James reminds him, trying not to laugh. “Breathe while you drink. Just not at the same time.” He knocks Steve between the shoulder blades with what’s probably too much gusto.

“That makes no sense.” Steve sputters again and pulls a face. “This is… kind of disgusting.”

“Meh.” James takes a long draught. “Yeah, it ain’t great.” He swills a bit in his mouth as he tries to sum up the flavor. “It’s… almost a pilsner. Just a little watery. But, heck, it’s from WalMart.” He points toward the cardboard packaging on the floor. “I should’ve told you to have low expectations.”

“How much do I have to have in order to get drunk?” Steve looks at James like he’s out of his mind.

“I don’t know.” James nurses his own beer for a moment. “Three? Maybe two?”

Steve blinks at James as if he’s out of his mind.

“What?” Then James realizes he’s calculated incorrectly, neglecting to account for their difference in size and stature. “Maybe just the one,” James backtracks. “Just drink what you have.”

Steve lifts his can back to his lips and cringes. “I don’t get it. People seriously go wild for this stuff?”

James laughs. “Drink it for the feeling, not the taste. A lot of options are tastier. I think they make pumpkin spice beer nowadays.”

“You could’ve got us some of that.”

“That’s sure some thank you.” James goes to cuff him in the side of the head, but instead he winds up smoothing the flyaways behind Steve’s ear. “I had to do a lot of work to get this stuff. It’s not like there’s much choice when I’m slipping a twenty to a guy with a pick-up truck.”

“I guess.” Steve sighs, then tips his head back and begins to guzzle.

James can hear the carbonation liquid popping as it runs down Steve’s throat. “Careful there. Remember what I said about breathing?”

Steve surfaces, gasping. He holds his can with the tips of his trembling fingers. “How much—?” Steve starts. “How much do you have to have to make you throw up?”

“It varies, I guess,” James says. “Usually after you’re drunk and everything.”

“Oh.” Steve bites his lip. “I don’t think I want to get drunk…”

“You don’t have to.” James tries to cool the back of Steve’s neck with his open palm. “Just, uh, try not to get it on the carpet.”

“Sure…” Steve slurs heavily.

“You said I’d be in trouble if it smells like beer in here.” James looks squarely at the wall and continues, “I think I’ll be in more trouble if it smells like, well, you know.”

He can’t last a second. Neither of them can. James busts out laughing at the same moment Steve lurches for the trash bin. James gets off the bed to sit at his side.

As James moves, two of the loose beer cans fall back onto the carpet. He turns his gaze from Steve to glare at them over his shoulder. These ones have the good grace not to explode.

#sickfic #fanfic #fanfiction #halloween #whoa bessie #college drinking #steve roger #bucky barnes #captain america #pre serum steve #winter soldier #marvel #mcu #emeto

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familyabolisher · 1 year

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re: annihilation im glad im not the only one who disliked it lol! ive struggled thru the second book as well bc people keep telling me the third is the best but. we'll see. id be curious abt ur thoughts & if you have similar critiques (lack of interiority for the mc for one, a lack of clarity on Whats Going On but not in a fun way imo but in a way that makes me really unsure what the Point of it all is, & (book 2) just. the most tedious mommy issues ive ever had to read thru) or if its something else entirely. no pressure tho! i just like hearing ur opinions on things.

tbh my immensely pedestrian answer is that i just couldn’t get on with the style at all—it felt very clumsy and, like, amateurish. i got the sense that vandermeer wanted to narrate The Horrors in a quotidian, somewhat clinical tone that established a discordance around an effort to record and empirically tackle something that resisted the boundaries of human language and communication, and i think a more skilled writer could have pulled that off to great effect; however, as it was, he neither leant far enough into that voice that the discordance could fully emerge & exert a significant enough narrative force to make the piece compelling, nor relaxed it enough to allow his language to play around with the lurid, macabre, paranatural setting.

like, for example, i’ve just gone to a random page to give you some sense of what i mean.

This was really the only thing I discovered in him after his return: a deep and unending solitude, as if he had been granted a gift that he didn’t know what to do with. A gift that was poison to him and eventually killed him. But would it have killed me? That was the question that crept into my mind even as I stared into his eyes those last few times, willing myself to know his thoughts and failing. As I labored at my increasingly repetitive job, in a sterile lab, I kept thinking about Area X, and how I would never know what it was like without going there. No one could really tell me, and no account could possibly be a substitute. So several months after my husband died, I volunteered for an Area X expedition. A spouse of a former expedition member had never signed up before. I think they accepted me in part because they wanted to see if that connection might make a difference. I think they accepted me as an experiment. But then again, maybe from the start they expected me to sign up.

this is like … the first time we get a real, direct account of the biologist’s backstory. it’s like a speedrun of heterosexual our wives under the sea (also a bad book btw lol) and is supposed to pack a pretty hefty emotional punch, but it’s just … well, i mean. “a gift that was poison to him and eventually killed him.” like, the extract falls back on cliches; the prose lands in a very ‘safe’ register and feels a little afraid to push anywhere significantly outside of that. this is pretty representative of (what i read of) the whole book, tbh—and it stings especially when you have things like a mysterious tunnel-tower seemingly made of flesh that only the narrator can see that’s spawning fungi spelling out sentences as other characters in the novel start to die … like, that’s good, and that’s just really not being communicated on the page in any compelling manner.

it felt as though vandermeer had established this fascinating world and then just failed to communicate any of it to any memorable standard. also, the pacing was all over the place, lol—like, take your time with it a little more, spend some time on setting and description! or if you want to lean into that clipped, clinical account, maybe experiment a little more with the texture that that could lend; like, journals, reports, the kind of temporal weirdness that those can generate (as is common in the gothic novel, for instance) … like, there were just a lot of ins where vandermeer could have negotiated a more interesting piece of work than what i was reading.

it just felt very, like—the word coming to mind for me is ‘timid.’ like the text found its own concepts a little too unwieldy and pared itself down into a very meek prose rather than rising to the challenge that its scaffolding presented. and as a result, i was just, like, bored and irritated trying to read it. i’m told that the film is very different so i might give that a go at some point, but i really couldn’t push through to the end of the book, lmao. maybe it’s worth reading for like the last 70 pages, but i’ll never know. sad! well there’s other genre fiction

#ask

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queen-of-deans-booty · 1 year

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LARP and the Real Girl: Part Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.2k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Author’s Note: I am so sorry I haven’t posted. I was sick with the flu and completely forgot about it. I will be posted both episodes now!

I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated.

LARPing is nothing like you ever expected. You thought there would be a few people in costumes fighting it out with wooden swords, but this is a whole community of people. There are tents set up, props of all kinds scattered throughout the area, and everyone either in character or off to the side taking a break.

You've never felt so out of place than right here.

Joanna is holding onto your hand and walks next to you. You don't want her going anywhere that's not by your side because no matter how innocent this may seem, it's all very creepy to you. Still, Charlie is here somewhere, and you need to talk to her. Maybe she can help you or maybe she has no clue what's going on, but you won't know until you talk to her.

Renaissance music plays at this medieval-like camp. People in costumes pretend to fight with mock weapons, a woman plays a harp, and many others talk and stroll outside tents. Colorful banners bear various crests and signs point the way to the dungeon, privies and stockade. A large banner reads "Moondoor: The Battle of Kingdoms" right as you walk in.

You come across a scene where a man with large fake ears and comedic bad teeth that you'd find at the dollar store. This man's head is in a wooden pillory, but it's not locked since this is all pretend. There is another man standing off to the side, and they talk to each other as if they are the characters they play.

"I, Boltar the Furious," the man outside the pillory says, "bind you to this stock so that all of Moondoor may see you for what you are: a thief."

"My Shadow Orc brethren will descend from the Black Hills and the tents of Moo–" The man inside the pillory pauses when his teeth fall out of his mouth.

"Uh, hold!" Boltar says.

Everyone around them relax and begin talking to themselves since they are pausing their role-playing. Boltar picks up the fallen teeth and wipes them on his clothes before placing them back into the Orc's mouth.

"Thanks, Gerry. Sorry," he says to Boltar.

"Yeah, no problem, Monty," he nods.

Once Monty fels the teeth won't fall out again, he nods to Gerry who resumes the role-playing. Everyone stops talking and snaps back into character.

"Resume!"

"And the tents of Moondoor will be bathed in blood as we unseat the queen of the Moons from the throne she stole from the rightful heir--the Shadow King. And you--"

Gerry throws a red bean bag at Monty's forehead.

"Silentium! Serve your time with honor, heathen. If you need to use the chamber pot, stomp your feet thrice."

Gery walks away, and you stare at Monty with a weird look on your face. Gerry walks past Sam and Dean, but the older Winchester stops him.

"Excuse me. Hi. You are a LARPer, yeah?"

"I prefer the term 'interactive literaturist'."

"Right. I am Special Agent Rosewood. This is Special Agent Taggart and Fry."

You three hold up your badges, and he does something that shocks you, but it doesn't seem to phase him in the slightest.

"Hold!" He puts down the hood of his costume and speaks with his everyday voice instead of his character's voice. "Um, guys, we're not doing the whole genre-mash-up thing this weekend. We only do that every third month."

"Excuse me?" you ask.

"Your fake badges and the cheap suits? It's very cool. I get it. Your characters are FBI agents that somehow traveled to Moondoor, but I'm telling you it's straight-up Moondoor this weekend."

"These aren't fake badges," Sam says.

"Yeah, they are," Gerry chuckles and grabs Sam's badge to look at it. "They're very good, but the ID number shifted to ten digits with two letters mixed in at the end of the year. The seal's from last month. It's really good work." He hands Sam his badge, and the younger Winchester quickly puts it back in his pocket. "There's a tournament this weekend, so you have to follow the rules. If there's no rules, there's chaos." He puts his hood back up and resumes the roleplay. "Resume. If you would like to join the army of Moons, the queen is always on the lookout for new squires."

"Yes. Right. Uh, we would like to see your queen now, please," Dean says, going along with his game.

"Well, the queen's calendar is booked months in advance. If you wish to witness what's in store for you in her army, her highness is overseeing new squires on the pitch as we speak."

He leads you three further into the park where there is a fight going on with fake swords. You really want to get the hell out of here, but you have a job to do, so you can't leave just yet. Your lower back is killing you the more you're on your feet, but you ignore it as much as you can.

In the middle of a gathering, there are two sword fighters wearing helmets and shiny armor. The sword of the first looks somewhat realistic while the sword of the second is wrapped in yellow foam. They fight for ten more seconds before the first one overpowers the second. The second sword fighter falls to their knees and surrenders.

"Yield! I yield!"

The sword fighter with the realistic sword takes off the helmet, and your eyes widen when you see that it's Charlie. The crowd applauses her win, but she doesn't bask in the glory for long.

"I love you," the man on his knees says.

"I know. Take your leave to my medical tent and attend to your... severed limbs."

The man gets up and leaves, and Charlie addresses the crowd, not having seen you or the brothers yet.

"Greyfox and Thargrim are missing. We pray to the Goddess that they have not fallen victim to foul play. In their absence, the honor guard's ranks are weakened. To join--" She falls quiet when she locks eyes with you, then Sam and then Dean. She knows trouble is here if you three are here, and she gulps visibly. "The queen needs some royal 'me' time. Talk amongst thyselves."

She walks briskly into her tent, and you three follow her. Dean passes by the fallen yellow foam sword and picks it up, admiring the quality of it.

"Nice balance," he chuckles.

"Dean."

"Yeah," he nods and jogs to catch up with you.

Charlie is packing her things into a bag knowing that she doesn't want to be here anymore. You're happy to see her, but she clearly isn't happy to see you three. You let go of Joanna's hand, and she runs over to the large bed and climbs on top of it where she is content playing with her toys. The tent is decorated with a rug, some small statues, lanterns, and a table with fancy chairs. A map with figurines positioned on it is on a second table. It must be her map of the land she is role-playing in.

"Charlie," you begin, but she cuts you off.

"Charlie Bradbury is dead. She died a year ago. You three killed her. My name is Carrie Heinlein. Oh, and guess what? Now you killed her, too."

"Okay, listen--"

"No, I buried myself. Then Dick Roman went down, his company belly-up, and I figured everything was okay. I got my life back. Now you're here, and if you guys are here, monsters are here. Why do I have such bad luck? What am I, some kind of monster magnet? Is there such a thing as a monster magnet?" She looks at you three with wide eyes, but as soon as Dean goes to say something, she quickly shakes her head. "You know what? Don't answer that. I don't care. What I care about is not getting my other arm broken or dying. So, I'm dropping my sword and walking off the stage, bitches." She walks to the front of the tent and places a crown on Dean's head to signal that she is done. "Have fun storming the castle."

"Charlie!" you say urgently, causing her to halt. "Greyfox and Thargrim or Ed and Lance, they're not missing. They're dead."

"What? H-How?"

"Ed was dismembered in his own home, and Lance coughed up a lung inside a locked interrogation room."

"Drawn and quartered and bleeding out? Please stop talking again," she sighs. She walks back into the tent and sets her things down to process this. "So, what do you think did this?"

"Well, aside from this mark on their bodies," you slide her a picture of the black tree symbol, "and that they're both LARPers, there's not much to go on."

"Wait, I've seen this before. It's a Celtic magic symbol. At least it was in my favorite video game. Does that help? Can I go now?" she says hopefully.

"It's a start, but no. What can you tell us about Ed and Lance?"

"They're good guys. Two of the best members of the queen's ever-shrinking army."

"Ever-shrinking?"

"My kingdom has had a lot of bad luck lately, probably because of me, but maybe it's tied to this mark. A month ago, one of my guys had both her ankles broken before battle. Before that, I had three people who had hospital-worthy accidents while at home. You think there's any connection there?"

"Did they have any enemies in common?"

"In real life? No. Everyone gets along famously. In the game, though, that's a different story."

She gets up and walks over to the table with the map. It's of Moondoor, and upon it are different-colored figurines representing different armies.

"They had tons of enemies. Red represents the followers of the Moon--my peeps. Green's for Elves, blue's for Warriors of Yesteryear, and black's for Shadow Orcs. They're total d-bags. This weekend is the Battle of the Kingdoms to see who wears the Forever Crown. This weekend, each faction is definitely an enemy of me and mine."

"You know, if you move your archers back and you're broadswords men to the west--"

"They can fight the warriors," Charlie finishes for Dean. It's weird to see Dean like this, especially when he hasn't shown any interest in this kind of thing before. "Hey, good call. What about the southern wall?"

"Okay, can we focus?" you ask and Dean snaps back into reality.

"Yeah? Right. Sorry."

"So, maybe someone from one of the other kingdoms got a hold of real magic and started using it to weaken your army," Sam theorizes.

As he is talking, Dean picks up a trebuchet figurine and moves it to a different position on the map. He and Charlie make eye contact, and they both nod when they agree that it's the best position for this kind of thing.

"Why not just come after me? Why the escalation?" Charlie sighs.

"We should canvas the kingdoms," you state. "You should get out of here. You don't want to get hurt again."

"Whoa, wait. Charlie knows Moondoor a lot better than we do. We need her," Sam says.

"Sam, I think we can take care of a bunch of accountants with foam swords," Dean scoffs.

"We need all the help we can get, Dean. People are dying."

"Our point, which is usually yours, is that she should get somewhere safe and get back to a normal life."

"Hey, I am right here, and I want to leave," Charlie says, but the queen has to stay. I mean, Sam is right. People are dying. That can't happen on my watch. You know what? I am tired of running. I like my life here. I'm gonna stay and fight for it."

"How can I say no to that?" you chuckle.

Sam's phone rings and he answers it, quickly hanging up once he got what he needed.

"So, the toxicology report came back on Lance. Nothing, but the medical examiner said his body showed clear signs that he was killed by Belladonna."

"The porn star?" Charlie and Dean speak at the same time.

You roll your eyes and take a seat since your back is killing you again.

"The poison. However, they couldn't find a trace of it in his system."

"Just like they couldn't find ropes in Ed's apartment."

"Charlie, I'm gonna need to borrow your laptop," Sam says.

"There are no laptops in Moondoor. There are rules, but there is a tech tent four tents down."

"Okay. How about you three go canvas, and I'll dig into these accidents and this mark?"

"Take Joanna with you, please," you say.

Joanna raises her arms when Sam approaches her, and he scoops her into his arms. They both leave, leaving you and Dean alone with Charlie.

"Okay. I'm gonna need the full wiki on where you guys have been. But first, you're gonna have to ditch the suit if you're gonna walk and talk with the queen."

She digs into her closet and hands Dean some clothes to wear, and you spread your arms as if to say, "what about me?"

"What am I supposed to wear? You got anything for a pregnant woman who is six months along?"

Charlie produces a beautiful yet plain red dress that goes all the way down to your feet. You quickly change into it without any problem, but Dean takes longer since he has armor and other things attached to his costume. When you're done, you sit back down at the table and watch Dean with a certain kind of glint in your eyes.

"Damn, how can you make even this look hot?"

"It doesn't take much, sweetheart," he smirks.

"I got a little wet, to be honest," you chuckle, but the smirk doesn't lift from his face.

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the-cabin-complex · 11 months

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Art dump from the last month or so

Soooo we forgot to post art for a while, so here’s some various art we’ve done recently. This one’s gonna be long especially with image descriptions added, so I’m putting it all under a cut

Nausicaa and Sam’s hesitant Halloween costume ideas (Nauni has never seen Star Wars but knows the dynamic fits) (Sam has watched Star Wars but doesn’t remember it)

[ID: a drawing of Nausicaa and Sam standing next to each other, dressed as Luke Skywalker and Han Solo respectively. Nausicaa has one hand on her hip and leaning on Sam with one arm around his shoulders. She’s smiling and looks comfortable. Sam is standing awkwardly but also looks like he’s amused by the whole situation. /End ID]

The amount of bitchy-siblings-in-a-get-along-shirt energy these people have is astounding

[ID: a drawing of three of the Doctors in the Doctors subsystem talking. Doc (ninth incarnation) points backwards at a grumpy Elias (eleventh incarnation) and remarks, “bitch and moan, bitch and moan, seems like that’s all he ever does these days!” Elias glares at him. Jules is standing a few feet away filing his nails and adds on, “And kvetch, he looooves kvetching.” /End ID]

I think Tony might’ve posted this on his sideblog but it’s going here too. There’s been a couple times he’s ran into different versions of himself in different dreams, so he thought he might as well draw some of them

[ID: A lineup of three versions of Tony Stark. The first and last look like the Tony from the MCU, while the middle one is a young adult and doesn’t exactly look like any Tony from other Marvel stories.

The first one is labeled “Divorce Tony.” He looks nervous and is calling someone. He wears tinted glasses, a grey suit, and a teal stole with gold paisley patterning. Our Tony’s commentary about him reads “I’m fascinated by you. You’re bizarrely funny.”

The second one is labeled “Outlier Tony.” He a short, kind of stocky teen with choppy brown hair, light skin, and freckles. He has his hands in his pockets and looks stiff and uncomfortable. He’s wearing a white and red shirt with black athletic shorts. Our Tony’s commentary is “You. You’re doing great.”

The third is labeled “DT (Dickhead Tony).” He’s wearing a black suit and holds a hunting knife. His arms are crossed and his grinning smugly. His goatee has squared edges instead of pointed ones, which looks awkward on him. Our Tony’s commentary reads in all caps, “FUCK YOU.” /End ID]

Martin :)

[ID 1: The line art of a portrait of Martin from the shoulders up. He’s facing the left and his head is turned to the side, smiling softly and looking with half-lidded eyes downwards. He’s wearing a collared shirt that’s unbuttoned, and the background has a simple flower motif. /End ID]

[ID 2: The same art but fully rendered. Martin’s shirt is shiny gold and the background is yellow and burnt orange. /End ID]

Banner portrait, that is all (note from Tony: I love my partner so much. He’s so pretty)

[ID: A digital painting of Banner from the shoulders up. His shoulders are slightly scrunched but he looks relaxed, and he’s smiling as he looks downwards. He’s wearing a wide necked, muted purple shirt, and is in front of a textured dark green background. His dark curly hair is shoulder length and styled naturally. /End ID]

This was based on Esrah’s dad pulling up in our general direction a little fast, we were fine lol, Banner just has really funny dark humor because of his indestructibility

[ID: a drawing of Banner standing with his arms outstretched, saying “Go ahead!! Run me over!” He’s wearing plain pants and a shirt that says, “NSFV / not safe for vampires.” Behind him, Tony is wheeze-laughing and braces his hands on his knees. /End ID]

Fun Martin portrait :)

[ID: a cartoony portrait of Martin from the hips up with one hand on his hip and the other held up in a piece sign. He has his hair dyed red. He’s making a kissy face and winking. He wears jean booty shorts and a pink shirt with a unicorn and sparkles on it, which says “alpha male.” The background kind of resembles some patterns of the early 2000s, made of layered patterned squares. The main colors of the background are pastel green, blue, and orange. /End ID]

The actual art of this is taller but we couldn’t fit it reasonably lol. Anyway, Crowley can be intimidating when you bother her late at night

[ID: a drawing done in green tones of Crowley standing in a silk robe. She has one hand on her hip and the other lowers her glasses as she raises an eyebrow at the viewer. She has a stern look. Her hair is straight and slicked back. The head of her snake tattoo peeks out of her robe. /End ID]

We have no good caption for this lol, just funny times

[ID: a drawing done in blue of Tony and Banner from the waists up. Tony puts one arm around Banner and motions grandly, saying “The ambiguously gay duo..!” as if that’s their combined title. Banner replies skeptically, “Ambiguously?” and then says quieter, “Also I’m not really gay?” Tony replies at the same volume, “Doesn’t matter.” /End ID]

Based on that kind of godawful fallout boy song lol

[ID: a drawing of Tony facing the camera and putting two thumbs up. He’s wearing a shirt that says “newsworthy item from 1989-2023.” To the side is written, “wahoo.” This is referencing the parody of We Didn’t Start The Fire that Fallout Boy did, which at one point mentioned Iron Man. /End ID]

We tried to make another edited portrait of Jon through ArtBreeder, this time updated not to have a haunted stare directly at the viewer lmao (also to the best of our knowledge the specific tool we use in ArtBreeder has an ethically sourced data set that hasn’t changed since it was made years ago, and doesn’t scrape the internet/isn’t based on written prompts or stolen art. /End ID]

[ID: a realistic bust portrait of Jon. He is a young British-Indian man with a short but full beard and very short hair. Both a have premature greys scattered throughout. He’s smiling and looking to the side. He wears rectangular glasses and a blue collared shirt. /End ID]

“Don’t meet your heroes”? No, don’t look up your uncle/older brother’s partner on the internet

[ID: a drawing done in red of Tony with Ro-Ro and Seraph jumping and standing very close to him. Arrows pointing to them say “want to see cool pictures of Tony on the internet.” His hands are raised to make room for the kids and he worriedly says, “I would love to say yes to that, trust me-.” /End ID]

Phew! Goddamn. That’s it for now lol!

#cabin complex art #nausicaa’s tag #Beckett’s tag #doctors tag #Martin’s tag #banner’s tag #Tony’s tag #Crowley’s tag #Jon’s tag #ro-ro’s tag #seraph’s tag #oh my god. That’s a lot of descriptions

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*Steeples my hands like I'm about to ask you a question at a job interview* Thoughts on a Siluka and Kasumi friendship/ship-ship?

AUFIJDJGG SORRY IT TOOK ME A WHILE TO ANSWER THIS BUT I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS ONE!!!! THEY WOULD GET ALONG SO WELL!!!!

kasumi is VERY strict to her schedule and incredibly straight forward. she knows what she wants to do and how shes going to do it and she doesn’t take shit from anyone. but she also tends to expect too much of herself and has really bad imposter syndrome so she often tends to bite off more than she can chew.

siluka is super laid back and free spirited and mostly goes about her life on a day to day basis, she has a very straightforward view on herself and her needs and doesnt often overwork herself (much of this i feel is because she physically CANT do very much due to executive functioning issues and she often feels guilty because of it but thats umm mostly just me projecting). but siluka can also be very naive and spacey/is easily manipulated because she always has her head in the clouds.

siluka most of the time has iluka looking out for her, but as much as they would like to they cant be there for each other all the time. i feel like in some cases siluka wouldn’t really click well with people unless theyre doing the talking or iluka is there to talk for her (ex. yuzuki is so quiet that i dont think the two of them would bond much unless hinata or iluka was there to lead the conversation, but NOT both bc then theyd just get distracted and end up talking to each other while yuzuki and siluka sit there in silence).

but i think with kasumi siluka would be able to get along with her pretty well even without iluka there with her. maybe komari introduces the two but id like to imagine kasumi sticks up for siluka at some point while visiting the cafe, because iluka talks a LOT about men trying to hit on siluka while their advances go straight over her head. after the fact kasumi would go on this long rant about her hatred for men and siluka is jsut like “lmao What are u talking about /affectionate”

siluka would be a bit of an anomaly to kasumi at first. like Why are u like that. but as confused as she may be she finds silukas up-in-the-air personality to be somewhat endearing. its kind of a nice change of pace. and siluka tends to be drawn to that firm takes-no-bullshit demeanor because iluka is a lot like that and iluka is her Person she feels really safe around her. OH and silukas aura reading and interests in medicinal herbs would be really interesting to kasumi as well!!! kasumi is always craving knowledge and would be eager to listen to silukas long rambles about local plants and how they can be used + what kind of auras things have.

kasumi would teach siluka self defense skills shell Never remember to use but siluka enjoys learning anyways. she would be really interested, however in kasumis poetry and calligraphy skills. i can see them both becoming really good buddies kasumi would help siluka manage her time and assist her with certain tasks like iluka and ludus often do and siluka would remind kasumi to rest and help her relax/find more peace within herself rather than just burying herself in her work.

i can see a friendship between them devolving really easily into a romantic relationship too. siluka would bring kasumi lots of little flowers and cool shells and stuff like shes a little crow. kasumi would lose her Mind whenever siluka falls asleep on her shoulder. kasumi is really clueless when it comes to romance ESPECIALLY with another girl while siluka doesn’t care about Anything and is super blunt about her emotions (how she perceives them at least) and i think that dynamic would be HYSTERICAL. silukas just staring at kas while shes talking and shes randomly like “…..ur rlly pretty” and kasumis like “WHAJDJVKGKKJDSNANF?!??”

siluka would also find this HILARIOUS bc unlike ppl like hinata or lisette who are consistently morons kasumi seems smart most of the time. its only when siluka compliments her or leans on her in a particular way ect that kasumis brain goes haywire and the funniest part is siluka doesn’t even KNOW shes flirting and neither does kasumi. bc kasumi thinks siluka just Does That and like she does but also its different in this case yk!!! kasumi would confide in komari about this whos like “. Girl. shes into u” and kasumis like “NO SHES NOT i know shes not bc she would tell me if she was.” which in her defense IS TRUE but also siluka literally hasn’t figured out her own feelings yet.

iluka would go to siluka like “hey. yk if you want any help confessing to kasumi lmk like i know shes kinda dense /lh” and silukas just “??? Wdym lol” “…are you not flirting with her” “no” “.What”

anyways eventually siluka figures it out and confesses and kasumi has to have a mini arc figuring out her internalized homophobia but once thats over they start dating and they are both so stupid and so soft. another win for the lesbians

#story of seasons #bokujou monogatari #bokumono #牧場物語 #harvest moon #story of seasons trio of towns #trio of towns #story of seasons 3ot #pansy rambling again #siluka 3ot #kasumi 3ot #silukasu #ask #bkmn asks

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azranadir · 1 year

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. . . dependent original character for nightrestrp : AZRA NADIR \

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[ cemre baysel, cis woman, she/her ] - was that AZRA NADIR i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the TWENTY-SIX year old who has been in nightrest for HER ENTIRE LIFE and works as UNEMPLOYED has a reputation of being OUTGOING, but also SELF-INDULGENT. they reside in LOW POINT & people in town usually associate them with EMPTY CHAMPAGNE BOTTLES, LATE NIGHTS SPENT OUT PARTYING, AN INABILITY TO TAKE ANYTHING SERIOUSLY, & OVERBEARING FEMININE PERFUME. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next.

BASIC INFORMATION:

FULL NAME: Azra Nadir

NICKNAMES: none bitch

DATE OF BIRTH: February 13th, 1997 (26)

ETHNICITY: Turkish

FACE CLAIM: Cemre Baysel

HAIR & EYE COLOR: Brown & Green

HEIGHT: 5’6”

TATTOOS & PIERCINGS: Multiple tattoos

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual

OCCUPATION: N/A

LANGUAGES SPOKEN: English, Turkish

BACKGROUND:

Born into a rich family, Azra was the youngest between her and her only brother, growing up in Stoughton estates and attending Wardwell academy as a child. From a young age, it was obvious that Azra loved the attention, whether it be from her parents or peers, she loved being at the center, and would always do whatever it took to be seen as that. She’s always been a selfish person at heart, caring for a few people but mainly basing everything she did off of how it would help her social status

Though she excelled easily in school, she didn’t really like it, no intention of furthering her education. Really, she didn’t have many ambitions in life, no clue as to what she’d want as a career. In her mind, it wasn’t as if she really needed one, bank account always taken care of by her parents. Azra lacked any kind of drive, thinking that working and making an income seemed like a boring way to live, when she could instead be relaxing and enjoying her life.

Her perspective was made clear by flunking out her junior year of high school, a boyfriend at the time occupying her mind and time. She’d ditched all of her classes to be with him, resulting in her having to stay back a year in school. Azra eventually broke up with him after she’d caught him cheating on her, and blamed him for ruining her life. She repeated the year, and passed with average grades, her parents accepting the bare minimum even if everyone knew she could do better.

In her early years, she’d also find herself going out quite often. Sneaking out into Salem with a couple friends and using a fake ID to get into clubs. Azra liked partying, liked that it was all meaningless white noise where she could do whatever she wanted. She knew it was dangerous at the time, but maybe it was part of the fun. Being young and pretty, Azra knew that older guys would always pay her attention, giving her exactly what she wanted. After the years of being nothing more than average to her parents, they didn’t care what she did, deciding their youngest and only daughter would forever be a vain party girl.

For a while, Azra thought her parents would always be supportive of her, even if she didn’t do anything with her life. But six months ago, her credit line was gone, and the monthly check her parents would send her was never received. Her parents had grown tired of their money going towards alcohol and meaningless fun, so she’d been cut off. Thankfully, as much as Azra loved to spend, she did save some of her money, just in case. But these days, it’s looking smaller and smaller, and she’s too proud to fold to her parent's wishes of getting a job.

HEADCANONS

A compulsive liar at heart. When Azra meets someone she never sees before, she tries to read who they are and come up with a version of herself that the other person would really like. Maybe it’s wrong, but in her mind, it’s nothing but a white lie to come up with a fun career for herself.

In more serious instances, she tells people she runs a lifestyle blog, and even offers advice to people on how to better their lives. The blog in question does not exist.

Has a thing for guys and girls that are sweet. She likes the idea of being able to corrupt someone.

Loves flowers and butterflies and everything associated with nature, and has a bunch of tattoos (small and big) of both

Doesn't believe in wearing pants, you will never catch her in anything but a skirt/shorts/dresses.

Despite not caring about literally anything, Azra is a very intelligent person, but she only really uses it when it fits her goals. She doesn’t really bother with learning or reading, and struggles to hold conversations that aren’t about herself. Under her vain personality however, she is especially emotionally intelligent, and good at reading people.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

high school ex-boyfriend that cheated

a sugar daddy bc she's about to be actually poor :/

exes

close friends

party friends

hookups/flings/fwb

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slides in my url, skitters out like a wild animal

My Opinion on URL: @darckcarnival

Character in general: I love Darck she is funny, caring but also has things she’s had to overcome in her life and is still trying to get passed. However, despite that, she still is there for all her friends. I know writing an oc can be hard at times trying to create a backstory for them and the things that have made them into who they are, but Darck is incredibly written. She is strong but also has her moments when she is vulnerable but only around certain people and even then it’s still not entirely, but she’s been through a lot, and it’s understandable why she doesn’t.

How they play them: I love how you write Darck, I can hear her voice inside my head when you write and like the details you put into her writing is beautiful. Oc’s are so hard to form backstories for but you really research the fandom and take things that make sense in the canon timeline. She just fits so well in Resident Evil like anytime I play the games now I just think of Darck being there helping out from the shadows. You put so much love into this character, and it shows every single day. You find things to put obstacles for your character to overcome, but also allow her to help herself too. She’s strong in the face of things, despite everything she has gone through in life.

The Mun: You are such a sweetheart, like you give so much love to your friends and people you care about. You make people really feel relaxed and welcomed into a group and also are just so talented. The writing you do is so detailed and really paints a story for anyone reading. The things you take into thought when making a character and how hard of a worker you are. I love the times we hang out in vc and play games together or just ramble about our characters. You are strong and someone that has been through so much too but are still here trying every single day. I am proud of you for that but always remember me and others love you very much. Always will through everytine.

Do I:

Rp with them: Yes, we do write together and I know I can be a bit slow when replying to everything so, thank you for being so patient with me. I love the ides we have for threads espeically the Jill and Darck one. It’s fun to see how their friendship will grow from that to point they can openly tease each other as friends. I love how we can bounce ideas off one another and really write different kinds of threads too. It makes things feel more free and not constricted to a certain type of thread.

Want to Rp with them:I always want to write with you and love the ideas we have for future threads too. It’s fun to think about other events in these character lives that we can have them interact with. LIke I told the others, if there’s ever a thread idea you really want to try or character you want to test out you are welcome message me to plot things.

What is my;

Overall Opinion: I said it before but I adore you to pieces. You are such a sweetheart and so talented. You take time to think about tiny details too that some might overlook and it makes me smile to see how happy you sound in vc to gush about these characters. How despite working you take time to sit down and play pc resident evil games with me even though I’m not best at pc games yet. Console player but you never made me feel bad about it and like how fun it is just hang out and talk about things. I trust you and hope you know that you can always come to me about anything. That I care about you and all of us on the server love you.

Never forget that you are stronger than you know and that I am always here for you. No matter what time of day it is I will be here for you.

#Echo of the Ocean(Answered Asks)#ooc"Hnnng crying some more writing these but all of this is true

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