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Is There Room for Four?

Chapter 4 - Room for no More

Summary: A year after meeting König, the four of them share a peaceful morning off. Characters: Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Gary 'Roach' Sanderson, Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish, König Ships: SoapGhostRoachKönig Word Count: 670 Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four[You're Here]

As his brain started to catch up with everything around him, Simon shifted in bed while his closed eyes twitched. The sun peeked through the cracks of the curtains, aiming directly into his eyes. He let out a groan, trying and failing to move his arm to block out the sun.

Simon finally opened his eyes, blinded for a second by the sudden light in his eyes. Once his vision returned, he saw that he was in the bedroom of his off base flat. His soulmates were also in their shared bed; two of them still asleep. Johnny was curled up on his right side, using Simon’s arm as a pillow; it was wet from his drool. On his left side, Gary was laying on his bed while holding Simon’s other free hand.

The Brit looked towards the curtains to see his final soulmate was awake. Otto was sitting up in bed with their reading glasses on and a book in hand that Simon couldn’t make out the title.

It has been about a year since the four of them found out they were all soulmates. They took the relationship as slow as Otto wanted while making them feel as welcome as possible. No matter how much they doubted their place in the relationship.

A few months ago, Otto moved into their flat after officially joining Task Force 141; it was suggested so they didn’t have to go looking for flats near base. It was a big change to take in at once, but Otto stayed in their spare bedroom at first to make it easier for them all.

Otto was thankful for the space as they acted and were treated as roommates to begin with. No one remembered how they first shared a bed together. Simon just remembers waking up in Otto’s arms and never questioning it; it wasn’t long before the extra bedroom begane to be used just for storage.

“Do you need something, liebling?” Otto was looking down at Simon with a soft look in their eyes. “You’re staring.”

Simoned snapped out of his hazy state at the sound of their voice. He opened his mouth to speak, but a yawn came out. He heard the other chuckle, waiting for a response.

“Can you fix the curtains?”

Otto looked over at the window before back at Simon, following the stands of sunlight. They smiled, making a small amused sound, before the Austrian placed their book down on the bedside table, upside down to hold the page. They slipped out of bed, took a few steps to the window, and closed it.

“Nngh, come back to bed,” Simon grumbled, eyes starting to droop again.

“Hm, you’re needy this morning,” Otto chuckled, returning to their side of the bed.

Simon watched as they pulled off their glasses and placed them down by the book. They sat on the side, leaning over Johnny to press their lips against Simon’s. Simon let out a pleased sound.

Otto pulled away once the two of them heard a huff to their left. They looked to see Gary, half asleep still, playfully pouting at the older person. The Austrian chuckled and leaned over Simon too, fairly easily due to his large height; the two shared a kiss.

Under them, Johnny glanced to see why the bed was shifting so much. He reached a hand up, tugging on Otto’s side. The Austrian pulled away from the American to look at the other.

“Lay down,” he sleepily mumbled. “We have the week off,,, sleep.”

Otto couldn’t argue with that, moving to lay back down on their side of the bed. They threw a long arm over the three, noticing how Simon and Gary were already almost asleep again.

Their relationship might have started rough, but Otto couldn’t think of anything else that would make them happier right now. They kissed Johnny’s cheek, smiling at the pleased expression on his tired face. With no more reason to be awake, they closed their and followed their partners’ lead.

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Ren Brother HCs - General

(Note: Rob = Renbob, King = Red King Ren, Ren = Rendog)

Rob, King, and Ren are all half brothers. They all share a father but have different mothers. Rob is the oldest, King is the middle child, and Ren is the youngest.

They spent a small part of their youth together before King’s and Ren’s mothers moved the two of them away while Ren stayed in their small hometown.

They remained in contact for a few years, but they eventually lost it. Rob was the first to find either of the others when he joined season 6 of Hermitcraft for a short time.

Rob recongized Ren immediately, but Ren didn’t recongize Rob. Rob had no idea how to bring this up until later in the season.

The Hippies got Rob to speak with Ren after it admitted to being related to Ren and having no idea how to talk to him. Ren was really excited when he realized who Rob was; they became very close, even after Rob had to leave for his own thing off Hermitcraft.

King reunited with his brothers shortly after third life. He took over for Ren and is the man who became known as the Red King(He find it very funny given that is his name).

Grian brought him to Hermitcraft with the permission of Xisuma. Finding out he was Rob’s and Ren’s other brother, he was quick to introduce him to Ren again.

Ren and King didn’t get along much at first as their personalities were so different from each other, but when Rob came for a visit and saw them together, it got very excited and became the glue to make them very close.

It takes a while, but Ren and King stop constantly butting heads. It just took a while to get used to each other.

They all have very different lives so they don’t see each other often, but they keep in better contact. Ren stays busy with Hermitcraft, King works as a blade for hire, and Rob enjoys his carefree life full of travel.

#wash headcanons #hermitcraft #hermitcraft headcanons #hermitcraft hcs #rendog #hermitcraft rendog #traffic smp #red king ren #renbob #hermitcraft renbob #hc renbob #hermitcraft ren #hc ren #sibling headcanons

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plagues02 · 26 days

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I gotta update my intro post. Everything is pretty much off my Ao3 on tumblr (or squidgeworld)

I also kinda wanna do more request based stuff if possible. I'll work on a better intro this weekend

#wash posting

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Is There Room For Four?

Chapter Three - Room for Four

Summary: Years went on, Task Force 141 gained more members. Captain Price recently found a person he thought would be a great fit for the team. Little did anyone know, they would be the missing piece to three other members Characters: Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Gary 'Roach' Sanderson, Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish, König, Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick, John Price Ships: SoapGhostRoach, SoapGhostRoachKönig, Plantonic SoapGaz CW: Accidental Misgendering, Depiction of a panic attack Word Count: 2998 Note: This was written back in 2023 and was originally posted on Ao3 Chapters: One, Two, Three(You're Here), Four

“Have you heard of that colonel guy that’s coming down to help with some missions?”

Gary looked up when Johnny spoke to them. Simon looked over his shoulder from across the room with an eyebrow raised. “Yeah, why do you ask?”

The three of them were off base in their England flat. After a few years of their relationship, Johnny moved in with Gary and Simon. It was easier for the three of them since Johnny did live in Scotland before.

It had been about five years since Task Force 141 was formed, and the team remained the same at the core with a few new members. Alex became an official member about a year in, along with his soulmate, Farah. Farah remained in Urikzastand; Alex spent his time between the United States and Urikzstand. Alejandro and Rudy were also official members but continued to work in Mexico, unless they were needed elsewhere.

About two weeks ago, they all received an email from Price about a foreign colonel coming to England to assist them.

“What was his name again..? Otto Wanger, I think,” Simon added, watching Johnny walk across the room to join the other two on the couch. “He was,, what? German?”

Gary shook his head, making a clicking sound with his tongue to get the other’s attention. “Austrian. The email didn’t say much. Not about Otto or about the mission.”

The Scotsman flopped down, leaning against the American’s shoulder. He pulled out his work phone and went to the email, forgetting about all of what the email said alread. A chuckle left his lips as he looked at the image attached.

Turning the phone towards the two of them, Johnny said, “Hey, looked like you and Simon aren’t going to be the only masked men around base now.”

Simon looked over, mumbling out, “Funny looking mask.”

“Like yours is any better.”

The oldest of the three huffed, leaning over Gary to bump their heads together. A smile came to his lips as Gary chuckled at this action. Simon bumped their heads together as well before sitting back again.

“I think it’s an old t-shirt.”

Johnny and Simon looked back at the picture after Gary signed this. It did, in fact, look like an old t shirt.

“Well, looks like we’re gonna meet him tomorrow we’ll see then,” said Johnny, scanning over the email again.

König let out a small sigh they didn’t realize they were holding as they stepped off the plane. No matter how many years they were in the military, from their time in the German Special Forced and KorTac, they still felt nervous going to new places. They were getting too old for these nerves, but still, they couldn’t shake it.

König had met Price when he was in Austria on a lone mission. It was accidental that they ended up working together since they were after the same information; Price was impressed by the taller person’s skills, both on and off the field. When their reputation and skills, Price knew they were the best person for the job when he needed an extra pair of hands

The Austrian pressed their hands together, fiddling with their thumbs while they looked around for the Captian. They saw a familiar bucket hat and started to walk closer to him. Price looked up when they were closer.

“It’s nice to see you again, Colonel Otto,, or do you prefer König, sir?” the captain asked, shaking the other’s hand.

“König,” they quickly replied. “Um, Otto is fine though.”

“König it is then,” Price nodded. “Come on, sir. I’ll show you around base, and introduce you to the team.”

König smiled under their mask, reaching up to fix it as it was becoming crooked. They enjoyed the captain’s presence, and his words made him feel,,, safe? Was that right? Yeah, he was a kind man, after all. A light in their dark grey world.

First in the tour was the bunks, where they would be staying for the time being. They had a small private room in the bunks due to their rank. The training rooms were next, and so on and so on. The tour took a little over an hour before they returned to the bunks. Price had to step away, and König remained in the bunks area.

The person reached under their mask to rub their eyes, trying to wake themselves up with a sigh. It was still early in the morning, but it already felt like a long day that wanted to drag. Them not being a morning person didn’t help. All they felt like doing was curling into bed and sleeping the rest of the day away.

“Are you the colonel?”

König jumped at the new voice and turned to look at the owner. They thought back to all the pictures and names they were shown. Gaz? Yeah, that man was Gaz.

“Ja.”

The younger man smiled and held a hand out. “Gaz,” he introduced himself, confirming their suspicions. “It’s nice to meet you, Colonel Otto, sir.”

They took his hand, avoiding eye contact, “König. My name is König.”

Gaz raised an eyebrow before nodding, pulling his hand away. He decided against question them. “So how did you and Captian Price meet?”

The Austrian fiddled with their fingers again. “We met on a mission,, well, more like we had a similar mission and ended up working together,” they explained with a small chuckle.

The two of them spoke while they waited for the rest of Task Force 141 to get to the base. König felt their social anxiety calling down as they spoke to Gaz. He was a good man, and from the sound and look of it, a good soldier. Price came and got them about thirty minutes later.

The anxiety started to return at the sight of the other three.

Soap and Roach didn’t seem tha scary. The Scot had a stupid smile on his face while talking to the shorter man, and the smile stayed when he looked over at the newcomer. Roach looked up at König, eyes widening a little. He turned to the other two, making hand movements.

“Tall,” the rest of 141 understood. König would have to learn BSL to understand him.

The last of the three just stared at König, eyes narrowing a little. The taller person looked away, shifting on their feet. The hair on the back of their neck stood, and the pit in their stomach returned. They took a small breath and turned back to the man with the skull masked man, avoiding eye contact.

“Sir, this is Soap, Roach, and Ghost,” Price introduced, motioning to them as he said their name. “This is Colonel König. He will be staying and help us for the time being.”

König let a small chuckle. “There’s no need to call me sir. It’s a nice to meet you,” they said with a small hand wave.

“Hey, König!” Soap called out before König was able to leave the showers. They had did some training with the others, and was about to return to the bunks after taking a shower. “We all were going to a nearby pub.”

The scotsman stepped closer, looking at the person’s masked face. “Want to join us? Get to know each other, if we’re gonna be working together,” he suggested with a smile.

König rubbed their thumb against the bottom of their shirt, thinking about the words. Maybe this would help relieve some of the anxiety they felt about working with the team.

With a shaky breath, they nodded.

Soap’s grin widened. “Great! We won’t take long,” he said before going to finish washing up.

With the rest of the team showered and changed within the hour, they decided to walk to the pub as it wasn’t that far away. König left their work mask at the base, but they still wore a simple black mask. They felt naked without their work mask, but it would bring more attention to themselves, which was something they’d like to avoid.

It was strange walking with the members. König was older than them all by a few years. Age already showed on their face with wrinkles around their eyes. According to people would could see color, their hair was also greying with white streaks on the sides.

Color,, at their old age, König had given up on finding their soulmate. They had yet to meet their romantic or platonic soulmate, and they were starting to believe they didn’t have either. Starting to? They were almost positive they hadn’t. It didn’t matter anymore. They were getting too old to worry about stuff like soulmates, but,,, having a soulmate to hold still sounded nice.

König noticed a few things as they watched the group. They were all close and were very comfortable around each other. Soap was the most touchy for the four(Price had remained back at base). His hand was always on one of them, but it seemed different depending on who it was. With Gaz, it remained more friendly and platonic, but with Roach and Ghost, they were more,, Well, he got closer with them, holding their hands or an arm around their waist. It didn’t take long for them to realize that Soap, Roach, and Ghost were romantic soulmates. It was written all over their body language.

It must be nice,,,

At the pub, the group sat at a table near the back at Ghost’s request. He was like König it seemed. They preferred to stay in the back, to the sidelines. Soap and Gaz were more outgoing and enjoyed talking to others. Roach was in the middle. Quiet, but didn’t mind the company of the others.

“Say, König,” Soap was the first to speak after they got drinks. “This is gonna sound weird, but we were talking about you yesterday. Are you German or Austrian?”

The person chuckled at this, glancing up. They were still careful to not meet their eyes, despite believe his soulmates were already found. “Austrian,” they replied. “I joined under the German military, though.”

“Ah! That’s were the confusion was,” the Scotsman said with a small laugh.

The conversation continued from there. It stayed in military talk for a few minutes, discussing how they joined and a few missions they've been on. Through this, König's suspicions were confirmed. Soap, Roach, and Ghost were romantic soulmates and met through the military. Soap was also platonic soulmates with Gaz.

"You have a soulmate, König?”

König hesitated at the question. A small laugh left their lips. “No, no, and I think I’m a little too old to worry about finding them.”

As they spoke, they looked up a little, not thinking anything of it. There was no way König would have know they would meet the eyes of the Scotsman. Nor would they know they would see the blue of his eyes.

“Johnny?” Ghost spoke up with a raised eyebrow at his change of expression. He glanced at the Austrian and froze.

König saw more color in their void world. Ghost’s eyes were a greenish grey color. Soap’s were blue. A lot of other things had color, but there were still some greys in the world.

That’s when Roach leaned forward to look at his soulmates before looking over at König. There was the rest of the colors. Browns, oranges, reds. In the matter of moments, their black and white world was full of color. So much color.

“Oh shit,” Soap was the first to speak, clueing Gaz in on what was going.

So many things were running through König’s head. The first was that all this color was overwhelming all at once. The second was that they had three soulmates.. Three soulmates that were all like ten years younger than them,, and already knew each other. Their chest tightened.

“König-”

The person didn’t say anything, freezing in place. The sound of the bustling bar became background noise as they felt their vision started to blur. They could see the blurs of the men who save their world color shift closer to them. They spoke, but König couldn’t hear the words.

No no no no no, it couldn’t be them. It couldn’t be them. König just met them. They all already knew each other. They had been together for a long time before König was even a thought to them.

Oh god, their ages. How old were they? They looked young. Far younger than him. They didn’t see any grey in any of their hair. Nor did they notice any aging wrinkles on their face. Their ranks were so much lower than their own. Would they even-

So many things were running through Ghost’s head as the man in front of them completely froze. His breathing was starting to become uneven and forced. His green eyes were starting to water, and his face was becoming redder and redder.

He glanced at the others at the table. Ghost met Soap's eyes and nodded before standing up. He whispered something to Gaz, who nodded in response. Without a word, the trio walked to the other side of the table to get the tall man to stand.

"Hey, we're going somewhere quiet," Soap whispered to him. "Can we lead you there?"

All König could do was nod before letting his soulmates lead him towards the bathroom of the pub. He was extremely shaky, they all noticed, and he barely reacted to anything around him.

They had all seen this before. They were all in the military, after all. It wasn’t uncommon for them to have a panic attack and to help each other through them. It would be easier to deal away from the loud noise of the pub.

Ghost glanced over when he heard König start to speak again. It was extremely shaky and in broken English.

"No, no, I can't- you can't be-"

Once in the bathroom, Roach locked the door behind them as Ghost and Soap helped König sit down on the ground as he was struggling to stand up.

"Hey, big guy," Soap's voice was soft, as he knelt down in front of the other. "Can you look at- oh!"

He shifted back a little as König made a quick motion of pulling his mask off before whatever he had eaten earlier in the day came up. A sob left his lips as he also scooted away from it.

This could be going better, Ghost thought, not wanting to get too close to not accidentally overwhelming the other even more. Soap looked up at him, thinking the same.

"Y-you can't - I can,, can't be- I can't be the one -" König gasped out, reaching up to yank on the side of his hair.

Roach moved forward, kneeling in front of the taller man. He grabbed his wrists to stop him from tugging at his hair. His eyes met the watery green eyes of König.

"I-I-"

"Shhhh."

Soap and Ghost jumped a little at the sound of Roach's voice. They had only heard it a handful of times themselves over the years they were together. Roach didn't like to speak so he didn't, unless he felt like it was needed.

"Hey, hey, look at me. Don't look away," Roach's voice came out as a whisper, touching König's face. "Can you answer some things for me? Please?"

"J,,ja."

Roach moved his other hand away from König's wrist. He moved a little, sitting down on his knees between the other's legs.

"Okay, what are five things that you see?"

König's eyes looked around. "A toilet,, my,, vomit,, sink,, you,, brown eyes,,"

"Good boy. What are four things you can touch?"

"Floor cold,, my clothes,,your hand,, your clothes." He said the last part as he moved to press his forehead against Roach's shoulder.

Roach glanced over his back at the other two in the room. They were watching, remaining quiet. König didn't seem as shaky as before; they didn't want to cause him any more stress.

"3 things you can hear?"

"Pub music, my heart beat, your breathing."

Roach ran his fingers through König's hair. He felt König arms wrap around him, hands gripping the back of his shirt. He heard footsteps of his other soulmates getting closer, seeing how the Austrian was calming down

"2 things you can smell?"

"Alcohol,, cologne?"

"Yeah, I'm wearing cologne," Roach confirmed. "One more question, okay? What's one thing you can taste?"

",,,vomit aftertaste."

Ghost and Soap knelt down on König, side away from the vomit. Soap rested his hand on the other's back as Ghost placed one on his knee.

"You want to talk now, big guy?"

",,,Not a guy."

"You still want to talk?"

",, yeah," he, no, they said.

König moved their head away from Roach's shoulder to look at all three of them. They finally were able to take in how they all looked. Soap and Roach had brown hair. Soap had blue eyes, while Roach had brown. Ghost,, they couldn't tell his hair color with the balaclava, but they would remember the greenish gray eyes.

Roach,, Gary ran his fingers through König's gray hair, paying extra attention to the white streaks on the side. Johnny moved a hand up to run his fingers through the person's salt and pepper beard. He ran his thumb over the other's lip, over an old scar.

While König was distracted by the other two, Ghost reached up to pull his mask off, showing his (totally not dyed) black hair. Simon shifted to lean forward to press their foreheads together. His eyes met with König's green eyes.

"Let's figure this out together. We'll take it as slow as you need it, okay?"

König nodded. "Okay."

"You're back early," Price looked over as he noticed Gaz was back at the base. ",, Without König. Did something happen?"

The younger man looked over, wondering how to word it, before he decided just to say it, "König is their soulmate."

",, you're joking, right?"

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Ridley and Lyn Supports

C Support

Lyn: Ridley!

Ridley: Huh? Lyn, is something the matter?

Lyn: How are you doing? These battles must be hard for you.

Ridley: I’m sturdier than I look, Lyn. Besides, I’m not doing the fighting. How are you faring?

Lyn: Do you doubt my abilities?

Ridley: He heh, not even more a moment. Do you doubt mine? In leading you.

Lyn: Never.

Ridley: Heheh, then get out there. We can talk when the battle is over.

B Support

Lyn: Ridley!

Ridley: Woah!

[Lyn rushes at Ridley before stepping away again]

Lyn: Are you alright?! He didn’t get you, did he? You’re not harmed, are you? You-

Ridley: Woah, woah, woah, Lyn, calm down. I’m fine. You got here before he could get me.

Lyn: You need to be more careful. If you were to get hurt, I don’t,,,

Ridley: ,,,sigh ,, Lyn, we’re in a war. If I get hurt, that’s just what happens. You would worry about your safety as well as mine. You’re more important anyway.

Lyn: Don’t say that. Why would you think that?

Ridley: You’re the Lady of Caelin. I’m just a tactician who was asked by Hector’s brother to join him, then asked by Eliwood to be his tactician.

Lyn:,, You’re important to me.

Ridley: What did you say?

Lyn: It’s nothing. What should I do next?

A Support

Ridley: Lyn.

Lyn: Ridley?

Ridley: You’ve been avoiding me,, In and out of battle. Have I done something to upset you?

Lyn: Upset me,, no, you haven’t. I’ve just been thinking.

Ridley: About?

Lyn: You said you weren’t as important as me. I don’t agree with that; you’re very important.

Ridley: I am?

Lyn: Yes, very. You mean,, so much to me, Ridley. More than I think you realize.

Ridley: What are you saying?

Lyn: Ridley, after this is over, will you return to Sacea with me? We can live a peaceful life together.

Ridley: Together,, oh,, Oh!

Lyn: ,,,

Ridley: Yes. I would love to. Let’s survive this,, together.

Lyn: Together

Ending

When her grandfather died, Lyn asked that Caelin be taken under Ostian protection. She and Ridley would return to Sacea, where their journey began. There they raised their daughter together.

#wash supports #oc: ridley #fe lyn #fire emblem lyn #fe mark #fire emblem mark #fire emblem 7 #fe 7 #blazing blade #fe blazing sword #fire emblem blazing sword #blazing sword #fire emblem oc #oc x canon #oc #original character

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plagues02 · 1 month

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Omg, this is so cute. I love your Zed design

Wings always go well on any character

Hermit Species - HCs

(This also involves some familial relation hcs. I will probably also do more of these post to hit more hermits,, Grian might have his own post because I have thoughts)

Mumbo is some kind of shapeshift. He tries to act as human as he can, but everyone knows he’s not. No one has the heart to tell him that they know he’s not human. He’s fairly humanoid, but he can’t get rid of his fangs or pointed ears no matter what he tries.

Etho is also a shapeshifter. He’s way more open about being one, but he also likes his current look and doesn’t want to change it. Being the weeb he is, Etho does have cat ears and a tail.

Tango is a netherborn, specifically a blaze hybrid. His hair catches on fire when he gets mad, and the angrier he gets, the harder it is to control. He also have a tail.

Skizz is also netherborn, but he’s an enderman hybrid from a warped forest. His eyes match the blue of the land, and he is pretty tall due to his enderman blood.

Impulse is from the End. His mother was an Ender Dragon, and he looks the part. He has large wings, a dragon tail, and horns. He is also pretty tall.

Scar is an animal hybrid. He’s an american shorthair cat,, he looks like an anthro cat,, he’s a furry.

Xisuma is something that’s not human. He won’t stay what he is, if he even knows, but everyone knows he’s not human. His extra pair of eyes showed it, as well as his eyes being sheep like. He also has a tail with a pointed end. There’s also strange scars on his back that seemed like something was once there,,

As Xisuma’s twin, EX(also known as Void) is not human, but he looks less humanoid. They’re more sheep like with a sheep lower half and matching horns. He looks more human in face.

Zedaph looks mostly like a sheep hybrid(like a satyr with a sheep lower half), and that’s what he says when someone asks. However, as Xisuma’s and EX’s little brother, he does have some questionable features. He has an undersized pair of wings under his sweater.

Bdubs looks mostly human, but he also has some kind of connection to moss. If someone asks, he will just be like ‘idk I don’t think I’m human’

#wash reblog #hermitcraft #zedaph

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Hermit Species - HCs 2

Ren and his brothers(Renbob, also known as Rob, and the Red King, also known as King) are anthro dog hybrids, but they’re different breeds. Rob is a basset hound, lab mix. King is a wolf dog with lab as the dog part, and Ren is a pure blooded lab.

Both Wels and Hels are moth hybrids; They’re different kinds of silks moths. Wels is a domestic silk moth, and Hels is a cecropia moth.

Beef is some kind of cow hybrid. He has cow ears, horns, and a matching tail.

Doc is a mix of a lot of things. He’s some kind of creeper centaur, but he also has goat blood. Also though some accidents in his youth, he is also a cyborg.

TFC is the same kind of creature that Herobrine is. He’s not exact a player but is also isn’t a mob or hybrid. He’s just something separate entirely.

Cleo is a zombie,,, what else would she be?

Gem is a shapeshift. Unlike Mumbo and Etho who stick to one form, she likes to change it up. She’s been an elf, a deer, a fish, a fox, and many others. There’s no telling what she will be when you see her.

Grian is similar to a selkie, yet different. A similar idea as his wings keep his true appearance hidden. Without his wings, he looks almost human, but at the same time, he was slightly off at the same time.

Iskall is a cyborg. His body is human, but he has various cyborg parts. Not just his eyes, but other bits and pieces under her clothes

Cub was originally a human, but through messing with vex magic, he changed into being part vex.

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Coming Out

Summary: Momo noticed that Ryoma wasn't at practice, and later learned he was also not at school. He decided to check on Ryoma on his way home. Characters: Ryoma Echizen, Takeshi Momoshiro Word Count: 1081

“Where’s Ryoma?” Momo asked, looking around the tennis court.

Practice started about fifteen minutes ago, and they would normally have a few stragglers who joined late for various reasons. Momo knew this well as he was often one of them, but it was rare for Ryoma to be late, unless there was something else school related he was assigned to.

His under classmate looked over at him from where he was practicing his swing. “He wasn’t in class today,” he replied.

Momo raised an eyebrow and wondered to himself. He decided he would go by Ryoma’s house on his way home to check on him. He couldn’t help but worry for Ryoma, especially when he noticed the young man didn’t look the greatest the day before during the practice.

The rest of practice went on as normal, but it did feel a little off without their smallest starter around. Momo waved goodbye to the others after showering and grabbing his school bag. He knew the route to Ryoma’s house well since he’s rode it multiple times before.

Momo didn’t think the visit would take long. After all, he was just seeing if Ryoma was sick or not, and if he was sick, he wanted to see how the younger man was doing.

When he pulled up to the house, he noticed the two cars that belonged to Ryoma’s family weren’t at the house. That meant either Ryoma was home alone or that he wasn’t at home. If he wasn’t at home, that would make this visit quicker. Momo stopped his bike by the gate and kicked down the stand before walking up to the front door. He noted that Ryoma’s window was closed as he knocked on the door.

It felt like a few minutes before the door finally opened. It was probably only a minute, but it felt much longer. There stood Ryoma, dressed in sweatpants and an old t-shirt. He has seen better days. The boy’s eyes widened at the sight of his teammate.

“Momo! What are you doing here?”

The older boy could tell the other was nervous by his tone. He also looked tense, staring up at his friend. Ryoma shifted on his feet as Momo rubbed the back of his neck.

“You weren’t at practice, and Horio said you also weren’t in class. I, um, just wanted to come check on you,” explained Momo.

Ryoma got quiet, nodding. He couldn’t meet Momo’s eyes, causing Momo to worry even more. Before Momo could open his mouth to ask what was wrong, Ryoma’s legs gave out.

The older boy caught him, noticing how his legs were shaking. Momo frowned, and his body moved before his brain caught up. He helped Ryoma back into the house and started to walk to the nearby dining room table to get him to sit.

“Momo,,, can you help me to my room?”

“Huh? Oh yeah.”

Momo changed his path to Ryoma’s room without another word. He had been in there a few times, mainly to play video games on their days off. He supposed if Ryoma was feeling this unwell, then his bed would be more comfortable.

When they got to his room, the older boy sat Ryoma down on his bed. Ryoma couldn’t meet Momo’s eyes, and his cheeks were pink.

“,,, so you’re sick. I’ll leave and let you rest,” Momo went to leave, not wanting to make Ryoma any more uncomfortable than he already was.

Ryoma bit his lip, wondering if he should say anything. There were many things running through his head. When Momo got to the door and was about to leave, he made up his mind.

“I’m not sick.”

Momo paused, looking back at the younger boy.

“,,,You don’t need to say anything if you don’t want to, Ryoma. You obviously don’t feel well so I’m not going to push you,” he gave a small smile.

“,,,” Ryoma stared up at him before a sigh left his lips. He looked away as he said something; it was very quiet.

Momo tilted his head a little. “I didn’t quite hear you. What was that?” His tone was very worried.

“I’m on my period.”

The room got quiet. Momo looked at the door before back to Ryoma. He took a step away and closed the door, despite knowing the house was empty, before walking closer to the other side of the room. He spun around Ryoma’s desk chair and sat down.

Ryoma couldn’t meet Momo’s eyes again. He stared down at his hands in his lap, and his cheeks were starting to turn pink again. Momo stared at the younger boy.

“I-I’m not a-”

“So you’re trans?” Momo cut him off; Ryoma’s head snapped up. “What? You’re a trans man, no big deal,,, So your period is that bad, huh?”

The younger boy froze, staring ahead at Momo with wide eyes. He opened and closed his mouth, trying to make words come out, but nothing would escape his lips. Ryoma gave up and responded with a nod. This definitely wasn't the reaction he expected.

Momo relaxed his body, picking up on how nervous Ryoma was. He gave a soft smile. “You know,” he started. “You’re not the only trans man on the team.”

Ryoma tilted his head, knowing he wouldn’t be able to speak. Momo gave a small huff sound before continuing, “Yeah, the rest of the team knows. Sorry, we never said anything; We honestly thought you knew Kaido was trans.”

The younger boy’s eyes widened as he processed it. No words were able to come out of his mouth still; he got like this sometimes in high stress. He couldn’t help it, and Momo knew this.

Momo stood up from his seat and reached over. He ruffled Ryoma’s hair and gave him a smile. “Don’t worry, Ryoma. I won’t tell anyone about this. Come out when you’re ready. Thank you for trusting me.”

The underclass mate looked up at him and smiled back. Momo chuckled softly. “I should get going. See you in a few days, Ryoma.”

Ryoma nodded in response as his upper classmate gave one last ruffled before he left. The boy was left alone to process what happened.

Before cramps could take over again, he laid back in his bed. Ryoma’s eyes drooped as he decided to take a nap, happy knowing his team wouldn’t date him for being trans.

He wasn’t ready to come out to the whole team, but it was a start.

#wash fic #prince of tennis #prince of tennis ryoma #prince of tennis momo #tenipuri #tenipuri fic #trans ryoma echizen #ryoma echizen #takeshi momoshiro #fanfic #headcanons

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Grimmons HCs - General

Simmons is a picky eater due to texture issues and gives whatever he doesn’t like to Grif. If there’s something Simmons really likes, Grif pretends not to like it and gives it to Simmons.

Grif is a ‘pour cereal in a cup and ‘drinks’ it’ kind of snacker; Simmons hates it.

Grif can’t cook. Simmons can and is happy to cook for him, finding it relaxing. However, Grif can bake and bakes for Simmons in return.

Grif once baked a cake with ‘I’m sorry for making a mess :(‘ written on it and put it in the middle of their messy room.

Grif is a cat person because they’re less stressful to take care of than dogs. His cats use his stomach as a bed when he’s sitting or laying down.

Simmons is a dog person, and when Grif first gets them a cat, he’s like ‘you’re taking care of it yourself’. … Two months later, Simmons has turned into a cat dad and considers the cat his own son and spoiled him to no end.

Grif takes photos of them when Simmons isn’t looking. Some of his favorites are: Simmons with the cat on his shoulder as he’s cooking, Simmons fighting the cat over his glasses, Simmons reenacting Lion King with him.

Simmons takes photos too. His favorite is of Grif sleeping with the cat curled up on his stomach. It’s his phone wallpaper.

Their cat is an orange cat named Remington (or Orange according to Grif). Grif came home one day with the kitten and was like ‘it’s you’ to Simmons

Grif often shares his snacks with Remington. When he doesn’t, Remington will just take it out of his hand and run away.

#wash headcanons #grimmons #rvb grimmons #rvb simmons #rvb grif #dexter grif #dick simmons #simmons rvb #grif rvb #red vs blue grif #red vs blue simmons #red vs blue #rvb #red vs blue headcanons #red vs blue hcs #rvb headcanon #rvb headcanons #headcanons #headcanon

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