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myreygn · 6 months

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kny modern au - characters: hashira

includes: gyomei, tengen, giyuu, sanemi, obanai, kanae, kyojuro, mitsuri, shinobu, muichiro

HUGE thanks and shout out to @giggly-squiggily and @trans-ace-lee for their contributions to this au and indulging my brainrots ♡

inspiration was taken from the german school system because that's what i grew up and am most familiar with:

ages 2-6 (flexible, not mandatory): kindergarten

ages 6-10 (grades 1-4): elementary school

ages 10/11-16/17 (grades 5-10): "secondary school", the diploma qualifies you for an education outside of university (craft sector, social sector etc)

ages 16/17-18/19 (grades 11-12): "upper school", the diploma qualifies you for university

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Himejima Gyomei (27, theology major)

grew up in a buddhist orphanage after his parents gave him up because they were ableist idiots who didn't want to raise a blind child

had a very happy childhood, has never been adopted and isn't upset about it in the slightest

went on a spiritual journey for five years after school and wrote a bestseller book about it

started going to university at age 23, helps out at the orphanage whenever he can

has a seeing-eye dog named Curry (a four year old black labrador and the only being on earth he would kill for, he got her when he returned from his journey)

can afford his own flat and lives right next to the orphanage with Curry

advocate for a more inclusive university life and very active in groups fighting for disability rights, both on and off campus

Uzui Tengen (23, music major)

was somewhat of a public figure from a very young age because the Uzui clan is one the richest, most powerful families in the country and everyone in town knows who they are

always hated his parents and moved out at 18, got a small fortune (that's rich people slang for a ton of money, source: trust me) from a cool uncle and used it to open a night club which is very popular with the locals

has no contact to his siblings (even tho he'd like to) and avoids all of his dad's properties like the plague

started going to university at age 20 because he wanted to do something with his passion

plays a bunch of instruments (piano, harp, guitar, violin, shamizen, koto and like ten different types of flute)

lives with his girlfriends in an almost-a-mansion and throws the best partys anyone has ever been to

Tomioka Giyuu (21, philosophy major)

his parents died when he was three years old and him and his sister went through foster care until she came off age and became his legal guardian, they're super close

has been studying several martial arts at Urokodaki's dojo since he was in elementary school

picked philosophy as a major because he had no idea what else to do but it's actually fun??

he mostly just sits in the back and draws stick figures but once a week he'll say something that makes everyone rethink their entire life (no one really understands what's happening inside his head but his professors are convinced he's a genius)

teaches little kids in the dojo because Urokodaki thinks it'd be good for him, he's slowly warming up to it

the type of peanut allergy where his throat closes up at the sight of them, when they were in fifth grade Sanemi almost killed him because he didn't know about it and it delayed their friendship by roughly two years

Shinazugawa Sanemi (21, physics major)

abusive pos dad got stabbed when he was ten, helped his mom raise his younger siblings and is super close with all of them

moved out at 20 when his mom encouraged him to spend more time at university, roommates with Obanai, Giyuu and Sabito

colorblind from birth and dysgraphic when it comes to handwriting, uses recording devices and laptops in class

used to get into a lot of fights in school and still works on not doing that™, most people think he's scary and a delinquent (and also a murderer because it's kinda sus that none of the family members showed up at their dad's funeral)

biker, the motorcycle has wind art on it and he mostly uses it to pick up the tons of children that somehow snuck into his friend circle and take Kanae on drives, loves bringing his guitar to play her something in the moonlight

suffered through school for the most part, a new teacher (Kagaya) in tenth grade inspired him to finish "upper school" and study physics

loves Gyomei's dog like a daughter

Kocho Kanae (21, biology major)

lives with her family and has no plans of moving out until she finishes university, helps a ton in the household

the best big sister ever, drives all of her sisters and their friends around and picks them up at 3am when they're stranded somewhere (also doesn't pretend to hate it, unlike certain other older siblings with their own vehicles)

has always been into gardening and is really getting into permaculture, puts plants wherever she can and loves flowers

most of her cooking ingredients are from her own garden, vegetarian (everything she cooks or bakes will be the best thing you ever ate)

has the voice of an angel, Sumi, Kiyo and Naho refuse to go to bed without her singing them a lullaby

christmas is her favorite time of the year, she goes all out with planning the festivities and getting everyone gifts and needs three whole days to recharge afterwards

has to wear a biteguard when she's stressed because she'll start clenching her teeth in her sleep and works really hard to keep it a secret from everyone

Iguro Obanai (21, philosophy major)

somewhat of a local legend, not by his own doing but by people just making shit up about him

grew up in a cult of which all the members were killed in a fire with him being the only survivor and a huge news story all across the country at age 12

moved to another city as soon as he was old enough to start anew but the rumors follow him everywhere (and it doesn't help that he talks to his snake)

mostly annoyed by the rumors but also likes to use them to scare people of who are being super pushy or harassing his friends (that's the first time in his life he found friends, he can and will commit atrocious crimes on their behalf)

originally enrolled in zoology, then switched majors when the professors wanted to use Kaburamaru as a test subject

spends his time in philosophy class taking a stance against whatever Giyuu says and has an entire folder filled with essays criticizing his statements

always carries headphones with him, listens to lofi because he likes it, mcr because he feels it in his soul and doom metal solely to fuck with tengen ("Screaming is not music!")

Rengoku Kyojuro (20, history major)

still lives at home with his dad and brother because he didn't want to leave Senjuro behind, spends most of his time out of the house tho and is looking for a flat right now

works parttime at a restaurant that's called Umainia and his friends have yet to figure out whether he says "Umai" all the time because he likes his food or to advertise his work place

slightly hearing impaired, has hearing aids prescribed that he just forgets to put in at all times

doesn't have a driver's license, goes by bike everywhere no matter the weather

gets close to people easily, is well beloved amongst Senjuro's friends and also makes an effort to get to know them so he can be sure Senjuro's in good hands

regularly forgets people's names but never their birthdays

collects old books and learned a bunch of old languages just to be able to read them

Kanroji Mitsuri (19, art major)

still lives at home because she wants to stay with her family and help take care of her siblings, also claims that she had invested too much time in her room to just leave it behind (her room looks like every cool fluffy fairy core room you have ever seen on pinterest, it's the coziest place on earth)

if there's a sanrio themed version of stuff she needs, she's getting it, no questions asked.

slightly allergic to dogs, she doesn't care though and cuddles with Curry all the time, she calls it confrontation therapy (it works)

animal lover in general, she even built a little terrarium in her room so Kaburamaru has a comfy spot for his naps when Obanai stays over

has kept every drawing she ever made and sometimes looks through them for inspiration, also likes to track her progress that way

there's a coffee shop across the street from her house where she has been customer of the month every month consistently for four years as well as an honorary mention ever since she was six

Kocho Shinobu (18, student)

in her last year of school and likely about to graduate with a perfect score

founder and president of the first aid club, also head of the student council and an active member on every committee the school has to offer

recently got her driver's license but keeps it a secret so she doesn't have to play chauffeur for her sisters

effectively avoids getting asked out for dates by being very scary™ (and taking jiu jitsu classes since elementary school), she's also your go to person when creepy weirdos won't leave you alone

loves cooking with her sisters and often shares her own recipes with Kanao, she also has her own little corner in Kanae's garden where she plants stuff that she uses to make her own medicine

has a lot on her plate with school and her clubs and some volunteer stuff she does here and there, so she goes to the local animal shelter once a week to cuddle and play with the cats and dogs there, it's her little safe zone to unwind and she doesn't tell anyone about it

the biggest fan of psychological thrillers you will ever meet

Tokito Muichiro (14, student)

in eighth grade and no one knows how he did it but everyone suspects that his brother took at least some of his exams in his place

he's not bad at school per se but he just can't memorize stuff, you're lucky if he knows your name after sitting next to each other for six months

is a member of the cooking club tho and absolutely thriving there, he never goes by recipe and creates the most delicious things but he won't tell anyone his secret ingredients because he can't remember them either

absolutely loves visiting his friends' houses, he's so happy seeing how their rooms reflect them

followed Yuichiro everywhere all throughout elementary school, then made his first friend in fifth grade (Tanjiro of course) and has been getting more and more independent ever since

constantly misses bus stops or takes trains in the wrong direction and is always late because of it, however he has also acquired an extensive knowledge of the town and can give you directions to pretty much everywhere

tries his very best to remember his friends' birthdays but forgets his own every year because it just kinda slips his mind that he has the same birthday as Yuichiro

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epitomereally · 1 year

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Vis-à-Vis-à-Vis by @vukovich

Harry's assignment was simple. Close out Draco Malfoy's missing persons case so he can be declared dead.

But who's making withdrawals from Malfoy's vaults? How is a death omen-turned-Unspeakable involved? Is an organization known as the Moirai to blame?

Harry brushes it off until he can't. Until The Prophet is flooded with sightings of dead people. Until Robards throws himself on his sword. Until Ron turns on his own family. Until Harry scarcely trusts his own reflection in the mirror and trusts the stranger in his bed even less.

Until all that stands between war and peace is Harry, a name plate, a stadium of murderers, and Draco Malfoy.

God save the Ministry.

Vis-a-Vis-a-Vis was one of the most inventive, thrilling, nasty (in the best way), and intriguing fics I read last year and I’m so happy I got to bind a copy for Vuk & myself. I bound this as a part of Renegade’s Binderary 2023 (where we challenge ourselves to make as many books as we can). I specifically focused on some of my favorite fics published in 2022 that I hadn’t already bound :)

Inspired by @lettersbyelise's ask, I’m going to interleave the inspiration & the process in this post! I knew when I was reading Vis-à-Vis-à-Vis that I wanted something graphic and bold and a little bit sinister. My hand-painting skills are not good enough for the super sharp edges I wanted, so I used heat-transfer vinyl for the first time (tysm Rhi, my guru & owner of a cricut). I also couldn’t find a commercial bookcloth that was a bold, bright red, so I made my own from fabric.

I also HAD to have something that only was exposed under camera, which is a central leitmotif (motif? theme? Idk it’s been so long since I took a lit class) of the fic — whatever it is, Harry is always trying to get a photo of the Doppelgänger to expose their identity. There are only two (2) flash-sensitive inks on the internet & I bought the cheaper one. It’s absolutely not perfect - you can see the image of Draco when you tilt the page because, really, the ink is just a reflective white (as Vuk called it, a shiny paint lol) — but I am absolutely delighted with the effect. Also happy to chat via ask or dms about the experimenting I did with the ink if you’re a fellow binder wanting to use it! I also would use a stencil next time to paint, as it turns out painting with basically invisible ink is really hard lmao.

I then really beat this things hidden/unseen theme to death, as I am wont to do. The title page is meant to simulate a flash/spotlight & so only parts of it are illuminated. The chapter headers are a reverse flash in black, while the chapter numbers are hidden/revealed by it (are they hard to read? Yes, absolutely. Am I happy with them anyways? Absolutely, yes). Even my bindery logo is a paparazzi camera for this bind :) the endpapers are spooky eyes WATCHING YOU READ (also kinda leant itself to the Illuminati/hidden conspiracy vibe), as are the scene dividers.

Headbands are just a fun hot pink and candy apple red, because I love that combo, and it’s certainly a bold statement. This is probably the bind I stretched myself most creatively on, as I think my style is naturally softer and more romantic, but I am so pleased with how it came out.

Materials:

Body font: Liberation Serif

Title font: Timonium

Endpapers: Lokta eyes

Bookcloth: handmade from red fabric

Flare brush for chapter headers: Xresch on DeviantArt

Flash-sensitive ink: MaxMax Flash-Sensitive Ink

#my fanbinding #posts i actually wrote #renegade binderary 2023

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questionableratatouille00 · 8 months

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𝖮𝗇 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖲𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖣𝖺𝗒 (𝖶𝖾’𝗅𝗅 𝖬𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖠𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN!Reader

Summary: In another reality, perhaps you and Bucky had a chance.

Warnings: Fluff ending in angst, major character death, non-happy endings, talks of death. Mentions of murder.

A/n: Highway to Hell is still being worked on, but the updates might be less frequent as I get ready for whumptober. (I intend to do all 31 days of the ai-less whumptober. All x-readers, with all the Avengers I have the motivation to write for. Mainly Bucky lmao.) I was inspired to write this, so here we are! Enjoy!

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“Do you think,” you paused, gathering your thoughts, “in another life, it could’ve been different?”

“Different?” Bucky questioned, looking at you. It had been a fun day of helping fix Sam’s family boat. After the blip, or really, after Steve left, Bucky wasn’t ever really the same. It was good seeing him smile and joke and laugh like he did today. The two of you now stand together at the water's edge, watching the sun set.

Your love story, if you could even call it that, only really started after the battle at the German airport. Whenever Steve would go to Wakanda to see Bucky, you’d go with.

“For backup,” you’d reasoned. You were lucky that nobody ever questioned why he’d need back up to go to Wakanda, one of the safest places in the world. Still, Steve had let you tag along.

You and Bucky had bonded quickly. You were an easily trustable person, and you never asked inappropriate questions. When Bucky needed silence, just to process his thoughts, you didn’t try (and fail) to read his mind, like Steve did. When Bucky craved human interaction but was too scared to ask for it, you’d always be there, willing to try and explain to him that they did, in fact, make three The Hobbit movies. You’d waited a little while longer to tell him about the Lord of the Rings.

His steel blue eyes brought you back from your thoughts. “Different.” You repeated. “None of this…world-ending bullshit. Like…you know how the wizar—sorcerer guy just told us all that the multiverse was real?” You recalled the day. You also remembered Bucky complaining about Sam calling Strange a wizard.

“Yeah?” Bucky nodded, remembering it too.

“Do you think..in another life, we’re eating spaghetti together? And the biggest worry on our minds as we do so is who’s going to do the dishes?”

Bucky thinks about it for a minute. He’s making that one face he makes whenever he’s annoyed. You know him well enough to know that he’s not annoyed, but he’s considering what you’ve just said.

“Maybe.” He murmurs after a moment.

“We could be folding laundry right now. Or brushing our teeth together.”

“You want us to brush each other's teeth?” He questions, confused. He considers the idea, you can basically see the gears turning in his head.

“No—I mean—whatever.” You kick a pebble into the water, before you feel him press his right shoulder into your left one.

“I’m kidding.” He smiles softly. “I mean, I’m all for brushing your teeth if that’s what this day and age’s romance customs include.” He teases further.

“You know, you’re technically old enough to be my great grandpa." You mumble out, keeping your eyes focused on the setting sun.

"Are you kidding me?" It's like you can hear his eyes roll just from his voice.

You begin to laugh a little. "106 year old man. You weren't married or anything, right? No grandkids running around? Damn, that would be awkward. Imagine calling someone who's the same age as you 'grandma'."

Bucky grumbled something, and you tapped his shoulder with yours. "I love you. Even if in a couple years people will think I broke you out of the nursing home."

"I still age at a normal rate." Maybe even slower, you added in your mind. "I love you too." He slips his hand into yours.

"Maybe it's super sunny that day. In the other reality. And we're having a picnic."

"I'd love to have a picnic with you. We can do that in this reality, too, y'know." He reminded you.

"We've really got all the time in the world." You lean against him as he puts his arm over your shoulders.

"We do." He agrees.

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Your eyes flutter open in the same familiar sequence. Every night, it's like you dream the same dream. And yet, every morning, it's the same nightmare.

You pull yourself out of bed, no matter how much you don't want to. The hallways of your apartment are cold, lonely now. The lights are almost always off. It's easier to not notice the pictures on the wall like this.

You pour a cup of coffee, sitting alone on your couch. Flicking on the TV, the first channel that pops up is the news.

"It's the official one year anniversary of the death of James Barnes, the former Winter Soldier. On December 20th, 2024, Mr. Barnes was found murdered in his Brooklyn apartment--" The man on the television screen begins. You immediately shut the damn thing off, sitting in silence for what seems like hours.

Nobody even knew what had happened. That was the worst part. The attacker was there, and then they were gone. Just like Bucky. He was there. Alive, breathing. Safe.

Then he was gone.

And with him, your heart was gone, too.

So much for that picnic.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x you #bucky barnes x you #marvel mcu #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #marvel #bucky barnes x reader angst #bucky barnes angst #bucky x reader angst

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aimportantdragoncollector · 6 months

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For the ask game, how about an AU where Yoichi and AFO are both Yanderes.

But, while AFO is only yandere for his brother, Yoichi holds no love for him and directs all of his Yandere-ness towards his love interest(s) prompting AFO to try and take them out (as in kill) because his baby brother belongs to him alone.

Meanwhile, Yoichi sees his older brother trying to gather information on his love interest(s) and thinks that he's trying to take them out (as in on a date), causing him to try and take his brother out first (as in kill).

Yanderes, always great fun!

1. All Shigarakis are yanderes. It runs in the blood. The Shigaraki family parents killed each other as the epic finale to a toxic relationship when their kids were very young. From this, both brothers learned that they should hide their natures. Alas they failed to take away any better lessons.

2. Both brothers became villains together because this Yoichi has nothing in the way of morals. However, AFO is a familiar yandere with a massive brother complex. Yoichi is a romantic yandere who puts his love ahead of any family bonds. A conflict was inevitable.

3. Yoichi has always had crushes on the heroes in his comic books, even though he prefers to be the villain seducing the hero. He's written many fanfictions on the subject. Perhaps it was inevitable that he would fall in love with two heartbreakingly noble vigilantes. Yoichi approaches Second and Third pretending to be an ordinary civilian, because he figures they'll be more likely to take the bait than if he admitted to being AFO's righthand man. Soon he has the two of them wrapped around his little finger and convinced he's the most pure angel in existence.

4. AFO is not happy when he learns his brother is sneaking off to meet with vigilantes. At first he suspects Yoichi of betraying the family business. He's even more horrified to learn Yoichi is dating them. His little brother belongs to him and only him!

5. AFO orders Gigantomachia, his much smaller bodyguard in this time period, to investigate these unworthy fools and ultimately kill them, since AFO is sharp enough to realize that he'd better not murder his brother's boyfriends personally if he doesn't want to upset Yoichi. Gigantomachia is in love with AFO and desperate do anything to please him.

6. Yoichi notices his watchers--and assumes AFO has also fallen in love with Second and Third. His lovers are irresistible so that's the only possible explanation. For a yandere, this means war. Cue comical looney-tunes style murder attempts with Second and Third hunting AFO, Gigantomachia trying to kill Second and Third but make it look like an accident, and Yoichi trying to kill AFO. All of Yoichi's murder attempts are mistaken for affection by his brother.

7. Since Yoichi likes Gigantomachia (more than he likes his brother, actually) and would rather not kill him, instead he tries a different tactic. Yoichi tells Gigantomachia that AFO is only interested in people who are obsessively in love with him. Therefore, the best strategy to win his affection would be to kidnap AFO and stick him in a bank vault. AFO loves bank vaults. Besides, hasn't the master been working too hard lately? He could use a vacation.

8. And...it works. Yoichi's intentions were not pure but he's right about his brother's love language. AFO is super-flattered that Gigantomachia abducted him, tries to express his feelings by reversing the kidnapping, and they enter their own toxic romance. Basically just picture the two of them taking turns abducting each other.

9. While both brothers are distracted with love, their plans to conquer Japan take the back seat, fortunately for the world.

10. Yoichi pretends to be a house-husband for Second and Third while he secretly runs his organized crime business on the side. He orders his minions to do all the cooking and cleaning for him. It works surprisingly well.

(All of ask game AUs are free to use in my Three Weeks of Trioholders event.)

#bnha #Trioholders #Ichiniisan #ask game #All for One #Yoichi Shigaraki #Second One for All holder #Third One for All holder #Three Weeks of Trioholders #5 headcanons game #yandere #villain yoichi #Gigantomachia #afomachia

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flowering-thought · 1 year

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hiiii!! i love your writing sm!!

can i please get jealousy (how they react and handle it) headcanons for rowan and daisuke?

thank you sm and have a good day :)

(can i be star anon pls?)

Hii of course! Welcome ⭐️ anon <3

Lemme get those lovely headcannons ready for you! And I hope you have a super good day as well <3

Picrew here soon- (•ω•)

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WARNING - MINORS DNI

AFAB reader and described with fem words

Yandere themes, stalking, slight violence, implied murder, manipulation and invasion of privacy

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Rowan Clarke

Jealousy Headcannons

• Rowan is honestly pretty territorial-

• He doesn't often come off as such normally since most of the time you spend with him is on the farm or at your cottage.

• But when you and him head into town? Oh, he's making sure he at least is holding your hand or has an arm around you. He also hates having you out of his sight-

• One time when you went out to get groceries he lost you while looking at one of the aisles and freaked out as hard as a kid when they lose their mom at the store.

• He panicked to the point he did laps around the aisle before calling out your name and running super fast the moment he heard you reply

• He looked quite shaken when he found you and one of the store workers helping you get items off a shelf

• At this certain instance, the store worker wasn't actually flirting with you, but Rowan didn't care. Anyone is a threat when you're involved. He trusts his family because they are big on no betrayals, but not others.

• But the one time you completely saw him lose his composure was at one of the town festivals-

• It was one of those holiday festivals and actually Rowan gets less paranoid with the whole festive mood! He loved the ambiance and loved that he got to share such a fun moment with you.

• But you both were getting hungry at the smell of food and he didn't want you to keep walking and waiting in line for food so he had you wait at an empty table while he went to get food.

• Oh boy was that a massive mistake...

• You see sometimes people from other towns nearby come for the holiday festivals due to how good the food and drinks are. And that means drunkards who get a little too happy no?

• One big burly biker man sat right down in front of you, making the most confident comments about how beautiful you were and that you had to be the most beautiful woman he had seen in this little town.

• You of course found it quite funny because this man was dead drunk and slurring his words quite a bit-

• But Rowan didn't see it that way.

• He came back to see an obviously drunk-looking biker making his woman laugh.

• And then the biker had to go and say something along the lines of how nice your tits would look around his cock and Rowan saw red-

• He punched the guy and literally knocked a tooth out-

• It was the first time you ever saw Rowan so angry and completely topple a guy in a minute.

• Luckily his older sister was also wandering around the fair and saw her brother knock the man down. It wasn't until Rowan got at least four punches in and one back that she pulled him off and whispered in his ear that he was going to scare you if he continued.

• He realized that was a huge mistake and brought you back home to apologize.

• But the sweet darling that you are only let him inside so he could ice that bruise forming on his cheek.

• He didn't want you to see him like that and felt ashamed for being so rough in front of you. He was taught better to not be rough in front of the person he loved and he felt like he blew it.

• Luckily though you only gave him a small lecture on how he should be more careful and not go around hitting drunks. And that while you were a little scared it felt nice that you had someone to stick up for you.

• But of course, after he left your place to head back to the farm, his sister had a lovely present waiting for him to take his anger out on.

After all, the man made him look bad in front of his Angel..

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Daisuke Kawahara

Jealousy Headcannons

• Daisuke had never felt jealousy in his whole 27 years of life.

• He's not used to having such extreme emotions, but he is good at making it look like things don't bother him-

• He's not stupid and knows that he is quite handsome. But he also feels like his lack of understanding of emotions could lead to others being there for you in ways he can't.

• He gets most jealous when you go out with friends cause he's afraid of people influencing you away from him.

• While he has made good impressions on your friends, there's that lingering itch in the back of his head that's telling him not to trust them-

• But Daisuke just reassures himself that it's fine and that there's no way anyone could take you away.

• But when he sees someone flirt with you? The one time he steps away from you in public and some greedy little shitstain approaches you like they deserve to be near you? He takes a picture of the man before approaching of course-

• He appeared calm in front of you, but he snakes his arm around your waist and glares at the man. If looks could kill the man would have already been dead..

• And trust me when I say that if a guy ignores the glare and obvious information you are taken? Daisuke gets absolutely livid-

• How stupid did this guy have to be? And slowly with the guy continuing with his stupid comments and flirting, Daisuke could tell how uncomfortable you were getting.

• So what Daisuke did was kick his shin on impulse and started to lead you away from the scene.

• Daisuke knew better than to fight a man that was about to go missing in public. He'd rather not get accused of killing someone since it's a pain to get those charges dropped.

• He may become more clingy after that. He begs for the two of you to install one of those couple tracker apps cause he worries about you. And who are you to deny it when you could also see where Daisuke is as well?

• But he also bugs your dorm. He doesn't want to think that you would do anything against him but does think that it's better just in case.

• And who would have thought that one of your friends had been heard through that bug saying something was wrong with Daisuke-

• They went on about how Daisuke seemed too silent and too emotionally dull. They included that they didn't know what you saw in them other than their face.

• Before he could even get angry you told them to shut up and not talk about him that way. He heard you go on about how sweet Daisuke was and that even if he had a hard time with emotions sometimes that he tries really hard and you love that about him.

• You went on with praises about him for at least twenty minutes until you realized you were rambling and changed the topic to your friends' multiple failed relationships as revenge for what they said about Daisuke.

• That just further confirmed that the people around you are the problem and that he should still be aware of what they could be saying to you behind his back.

• But that doesn't erase that your friend said such horrible things no?

• So after figuring out who said that all it takes is a little blackmail and starting some rumors for that friend to start to get alienated.

• And after making sure those rumors get to you of that friend talking shit about you? Well, you're sure to not be friends with them anymore hm?

• Daisuke doesn't like hurting you. But sometimes to get rid of a pest around you it's going to hurt a little bit..

But he's just doing what's best for you. He can't help that you make him feel such strong emotions!

#soft yandere #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #chubby reader #yandere hcs #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere male #.daisuke_kawahara_♡#.rowan_clarke_♡

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Would you do hc's for bay Hound, bee, hotrod, and mtmte tailgate and rung. For what two Halloween movies they would watch with a friend, ranging from not so scary to super scary horror. For example what's a not so scary family friendly yet spooky movie they would watch. And what's a very horror/slasher/bloody movie They would watch. And what's their limit on scary?

Hound:

He doesn't have a limit on scary. He'll watch anything. He doesn't really get scared by anything, especially not human horror films because he knows they are all fake.

He jumps right into the horrors by watching The Exorcist. And he is completely unaffected by it.

His friend however was. So now he'll sit and watch Nightmare before Christmas, so his friend can call down. He doesn't mind though, he thinks it's an entertaining film.

Hot Rod:

Hot Rod and his friend start off watching Paranorman. He thinks it's quite a fun movie. He likes the animation and the story. Afterwards his friend suggests a scarier movie.

He asks if they are sure, he has no problem watching scarier, but he doesn't want his friend to have nightmares. They settle on The Thing.

Hot Rod dislikes it. He dislikes the idea of a horrible creature coming out of the ice. He hates the idea that it takes the form of humans then turns into a disgusting monster.

He wants to cling to his friend. But he also wants space from them, fear that they could actually be a monster in disguise. It takes him a couple days after the film to stop thinking all his friends could be a monster in disguise.

He has now decided he does not like horror films and is quite happy not watching them.

Bumblebee:

They start out watching Hocus Pocus. Bee enjoys it, he thinks it's quite fun. He's watched a few films with Sam and he's never really been scared before.

So he decided to go up and level. He and his friend watch paranormal activity.

He hates it!! He hates the idea of ghosts, invisible entities that can't be seen or touched but they can hurt you? No he's not interested in that. He is not interested in watching any more ghost films.

His friend does suggest Casper. But Bee refuses. No more ghosts, it's a terrifying idea.

Tailgate:

He thought he could handle scary films no problem, so he wanted to start out with the scariest. But his friend suggested they start off small.

They watch Gremlins, and he somewhat enjoyed it. He thought Gizmo was cute. The other gremlins were a bit ugly but he enjoyed the film. So he excitedly states they should watch the scary one, because obviously he is fine with scary films.

They end up watching The Conjuring. And oh he was wrong. He refuses to turn the lights off, and will not let go of his friend. He's terrified if he lets go they are going to get possessed they go around hunting him. He can't deal with the idea of an evil spirit being inside his friend.

This was his lesson, and he'll NEVER watch horror films again.

Rung:

He is intrigued that humans watch scary films for enjoyment. He doesn't quite know why being scared is enjoyable, but he's willing to give it a go for his friend.

They start of with the least scary to test the water. His friend picks out Monster House. Seeing as it's an animated film, Rung knows it's obviously fake. He enjoys it. He thinks it's quite a happy ending, and he says he would watch it again.

Next up was a really scary movie. They decided on Scream.

Rung spent the entire movie, trying to analyze and diagnose the killer. He wondered why humans would want to become murderers and why they wear a mask. He understands why humans would find it scary. Unlike monsters or aliens, murderers actually exist and could happen. So he rates it as a successful scary movie, just because it could be realistic. Although he was not personally scared by it, he will say it is a good enough movie to scare other people.

#ask #transformers #transformers bayverse #bumblebee #hot rod #hound #mtmte #rung #tailgate #Halloween

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Bloodhound. (A Ghost x AFAB!Reader fic)

Act One, Chapter Nine: In the Eye of the Storm

Hey guys! I'm back! Yay!

So, so sorry for the super long delay- med school has been extremely busy and on top of that, the Christmas hols have been busy as well. I had family functions, Christmas itself, and my birthday on New Year's Eve ( :3 ). I will also admit that I did briefly lose motivation for this fic, writer's block is a curse, and it was a little bit of slug to get started writing again, but I'm very happy with this chapter and I hope you are all too.

Nevertheless, here's Chapter 9- a.k.a the penultimate chapter of Act One! Yay! I'm so excited for Chapter 10! I don't want to spoil much, but let's just say we'll be getting our first glimpse of an Arcadian Son in his wolven form! 🐺

Feedback is welcome! Let's drum up some hype for Act One's finale!

Warnings: Strong language, threats of violence, emetophobia warning, violence, gore, mild body horror and animal death (I will say this happens under the final asterisk of the chapter almost at the very end and it is a bit nasty)

P.S: Fun fact- half of this came to me in a dream! Seriously, it did!

Her resolve was breaking, crumbling away like sand through her fingers. She was faltering, stumbling over a root as she dragged her body to continue on. Valeria looked behind to see she had lost sight of the base. Slowly, she returned her gaze to what was in front of her: the vague path back to their camp.

She had cast that awful mask aside, leaving it to be found at the edge of the base, where the back of that dilapidated building met the woods, hoping you’d find it and that it’d light a fire under your arse.

A life taken was, in her eyes, better than a life doomed. At least, with murder, there came some form of closure. Some form of a definitive… end.

How long until it would set in? Until he’d unravel and consume them all?

Consume you?

She prayed that the anger she had seen in your face, as she had grabbed a fistful of your hair, bringing your bloodied visage to look upon hers, meant you had it in you to fix this. There was a good chance you’d reject Ghost and flee the moment you discovered his newfound nature. And… you’d be right in doing that- you know, to kill him before he’d get into their hands. Valeria hoped you’d stab him with a silver stake in his sleep or do her the kindness of making him scream. Oooh. Something inside her giggled with sadistic joy at the thought of an Arcadian Son screaming in agony at the hands of a lamia. What a triumph that would be! An arrogant man with strength he didn’t deserve nor need, squirming about at the feet of a trafficked child. Valeria hungered for that, and she had found a substitute in reigning supreme over the Las Almas Cartel but, now that she thought about it, it wasn’t the same. It was play. It was her living in a fantasy, rehearsing all the things she wanted to say and do to her overseer. There were many people that sat at the back of her mind, giving voice to her innermost doubts and fears, whom she wanted to see burn by her hands, and he was one of them. That heartless fucker who managed to worm his way into her very being, one who she’d still want to see in awe of her, to feel a swell of pride as she’d slit his throat.

Every Arcadian Son was the same. Every single one. They all did nothing but hurt, exploit, and terrorise. Throwing around their gifts without a care in the world and making sure everyone was constantly feeling their anguish, their pain.

But what about mine?! What about my pain?!

She trudged on, doing her best to halt the tears pooling in her eyes. In an ill attempt to self-soothe, Valeria found her arms slowly snaking around her, her body pulling her into an embrace. It stung as the cartel queen felt a tear trickle from her eye, rolling down her nose, clinging to the end. Then another, and another, and another once more. Valeria wanted to beat someone half to death. She wanted to feel powerful again, toying with people. She had thought that all these years she had spent on herself, spoiling herself rotten with an underground empire and plenty of men to crush beneath her boot, she had grown. And yet, here she was, a sobbing, snivelling mess, nothing more than a weak, little girl.

Little girl.

“You wouldn’t have existed if it weren’t for me.”

Little girl.

“I will always be with you.”

Little girl.

“You will always be scared of men like me. You will always be scared of men.”

The way those words had been uttered to her, all those years ago, with no anger, no emotion behind them, uttered like cold, hard facts. As if she was made to be a certain way. As if she couldn’t escape her nature. As if she was destined to be a caricature, an idea of a person. It was as if everything Valeria had ever done had meant nothing, because all this she had created, had accumulated, had achieved, was merely boiled down to a response to him. Essentially, Valeria realised that she was and would always be nothing more than his lamia.

A quivering breath escaped her, and she became still. Glossy brown eyes stared into the middle distance.

She could have said no, died in defiance.

And yet, she obeyed.

How far was she from camp?

“Valeria?”

Quick as a whip, she snapped back to reality and saw Graves, directly in front of her, standing amidst the shrubbery. His posture indicated he was concerned, slightly leaning forward, one unsure foot put in front of the other, hands hovering in place, shaking with slight trepidation. To him, she didn’t look well. Something about her indicated she wasn’t entirely here and as for her slightly unkempt armour and bloodstained face, Phillip feared she wouldn’t be able to give a decent report.

Still¸ he sighed, no harm in tryin’.

“Valeria?”

“You disgrace the army.”

Every single fucking man she had ever met had, in some form or the other, left a nasty mark on her. Every. Single. Fucking. One.

As she watched Phillip approach her, with a patronising dose of caution, her lip curled.

“I want the missiles. I want the target. And I want Hassan. And you’ve got ten seconds or I’m going to show you the difference between military and me.”

Phillip Graves was feeling sorry for himself now, but she knew it was only a matter of time before he’d be back to his usual self, or perhaps even worse.

“Valeria?”

“What?!” she snapped.

“Have you delivered the package to the target and…”

She could tell he was looking her up and down.

“… Did the renegade do that to you?”

Valeria wasn’t fooled by his softened voice. She took a disgusted step back as he took one towards her.

“What do you think?” Valeria sighed, making to brush past him and collect her things at camp so she could leave this promptly.

He grabbed her, hard, by the wrists. She looked at him like he wasn’t even human, her eyes wide, mouth slightly agape, a face depicting someone who was taken aback by not a man, but an animal.

“I need a full report of what happened,” he spoke to her like she was a mere child.

She looked at him, trying to find his eyes behind that blank visor. Although there really wasn’t much of a height difference between them, she felt as though he was consuming her whole field of vision. Angry tears should have told him enough, but it was evident that he wanted to hear it from her lips.

“Let me go.”

“I need a report.”

“Let me go.”

“You can have your tantrum afterwards, Garza. I need a report. You do realise that this is technically a mission-”

She pulled away, trying to break free of his grip, but to no avail. Over his shoulder, she could see the tantalising shape of camp. Valeria wriggled, demanding to be released. Phillip’s grip only tightened.

Stop.

STOP!

Valeria kicked him, screamed at him and, in a moment of brief freedom, before he’d trap her in his embrace once more, she hit his armoured chest. Again, and again and again. All that came out of her were shrieks and curses that sounded as though they had been trapped in her gullet for centuries. She punched and punched his chest, fighting to break free from his grip as he reestablished control. Graves supposed he’d let her have her moment for a few seconds, however, he soon grew tired of her hysteria.

“Valeria… Valeria, will you just… Val-”

He sighed.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GIVE ME THE GODDAMN REPORT!” he roared.

Then, Phillip fell silent, as if surprised by his own voice. He sounded a lot worse than he did when she last spoke to him, merely hours ago.

Valeria glowered at him but did as he said, regaining composure. She was breathless, panting as her whole body rose and fell in time with her stifled gasps for air. Her hands were raised in front of her, held in place by his, almost framing her face.

“The renegade was there. They saw me. And as for the target… Riley’s received the package.”

He eyed the woman, seeing if he could smell any lies on her. However, it seemed she was telling the truth. Phillip let go of her hands and watched them drop to her sides.

“Clean yourself up and go log it on the lexicon-thingy. I received a call from them not too long after you left. They said they want to hear it from you.”

She pushed past him, wiping away the salty water on her lips with the back of her hand.

Dawn would be approaching and with it, heaps of planning for the final stage. They hadn’t been here for long, but to Phillip, he felt as though he had aged aeons. A sliver of him had just made its absence finally known, having spent the past few days teasing him with its liminal existence. Absentmindedly, he rested a hand on his chest, picking at the crevices of his armour as he stared off into the middle distance. He wasn’t the same. He’d hit rock bottom and now had to get on with things despite it all because he didn’t have anything else to do but that. Never had a man truly encapsulated the word ‘undead’. Phillip Graves in a sense had died in Las Almas, in that tank, at the hands of John ‘Soap’ MacTavish, but he hadn’t been reborn or redeemed in any way. The man was a soulless continuation of the previous iteration. Although he knew the inescapable reality of his situation, he couldn’t fathom it: particularly the fact that he was alive. This didn’t feel like being alive, though. He was simply… going through the motions. There was no agency here. Well, that wasn’t entirely true, he did have some agency which led him to the decision he had been procrastinating on making.

The matter of the girls.

***

“What?!” 72’s voice cracked; her indignation just barely being contained. “What do you mean we can’t go?!”

Phillip winced a little, trying to find the correct footwork needed to get around the girl and get on with his life. Much to his chagrin, though, the young lamia firmly put herself in front of him, blocking his path with her feet squarely placed hip-width apart and her arms crossed. She had an aggravating scowl on her face as she looked up at him.

“Kid…”

“Kid?” she scoffed.

“72,” he sighed, pausing for a brief moment to collect his thoughts, “you and 23 need to stay put. For your own safety. You know, I’m doing this for your own good.”

“We’re supposed to be working,” she growled, “We’re supposed to be on a job.”

Phillip noticed the way her brows lowered, eyes narrowing, it brought about a sense of familiarity to him, like he’d seen that expression elsewhere but couldn’t quite place it.

Him.

Suddenly, he was aware that he was pulling the same face under his helmet.

“You’re going to be doing me a lot of favours by staying back here. So, stay.”

“But-”

“That’s an order, 72!”

She was taken aback by his raised voice, her lip trembling a little as her mind couldn’t make up whether she should be scared or continue to be angry. Graves rose to his full height no longer bringing himself down to meet her eyes, thinking that had done the trick.

He gently moved her out the way and walked past, feeling an odd sense of pride that he’d managed to avoid a teenage girl’s wrath successfully.

“What are you so afraid of?”

Phillip stopped dead in his tracks.

“Are you scared you’re going to hurt us?” 72 taunted, “I know that you were the one responsible for 23’s injury after we extracted the drug lord.”

He couldn’t… He couldn’t even bring himself to look at whatever smug grin she was probably pulling, knowing full well that it would send him over the edge. The last thing he needed right now was an excuse to lose it, especially when she was in the line of fire.

“You…” He could hear his voice had become gravelly once more, like it had done so when he’d yelled at Valeria. “… You, young lady, are skating on some mighty thin ice.”

“I don’t even need to read your mind to know you’re full of guilt.”

“72-”

“We’re here for you! We’re your lamias! You can’t just leave us here, they’ll find out we weren’t working properly, and they’ll do something about it!” she cried, throwing her arms out and vaguely upward.

He turned to face her.

“I’m supposed to be dead. I was supposed to be in a shallow grave in the middle of nowhere, not atoning for my fucking sins but here I am yet on another mission… with two children that I now have to make sure don’t get fucking killed because...”

“Because?”

“I’ve killed so many people. I’ve been a damn good contractor. But I draw the line here. I draw the line at children.”

“We’re not just children.”

“No, 72, you are and you’re in my care. I tell you what to do and you do as I say. That’s the fuckin’ deal. Got it?”

Her lips were pulled into a thin line.

“Got it?!”

She hung her head low.

“Yes, sir,” 72 said, resignedly.

He nodded to himself.

“Go into your tent and stay there until I come get you for food or whatever. If you need anything, you call me, and I’ll let you out.”

Tail between her legs, she sulkily walked back to her flimsy shelter. He watched her unzip the flap and crawl in, hearing the shrill sound of the zipper being angrily pulled along the teeth. Phillip found himself lingering a little longer, watching her silhouette greet 23’s in the warm glow of the hanging torch he’d managed to fish out of their bags for them when they first set up shop here.

Though it stung, Graves knew it had been the right thing to do. They weren’t built for the battlefield, and he’d got a glimpse of that when Valeria had been taken.

23…

His mind was still foggy on what exactly happened with her. As much as he wanted to ask, he feared it would either confirm his suspicions or leave him with only more questions. And so, Phillip had opted to wallow in his apprehension, hoping that once he’d finished this mission and hopefully be rid of them, he could either forget about his guilt or drown it in a fuck ton of alcohol like he used to.

Taken a heavy hit? Simply rock up to the nearest bar in the area and drink and drink and drink.

Having awful flashbacks to Al-Mazrah? Sip some tequila, then sip some more tequila… then keep sipping until you’ve somehow arrived at the next day with only faint recollection of how exactly you got here.

Phillip wondered if he could even get drunk anymore thanks to his newfound condition. Perhaps that’s why the rest of the Arcadian Sons seemed so… excessive, the senseless violence and enforcing of power kept them from acknowledging the tragedies that were their own existences. Maybe he should get with the programme.

No…

It felt wrong.

Then again, he’d most likely done just as bad before. Still, his previous transgressions never made him feel like this, even thinking about spilling blood made his stomach both churn and burn with hungry excitement. It would be giving into something, something that was steeped in sin.

He needed to get this job done and hope the Foundation would give him another one so he would have no time to be alone with his thoughts.

***

You took another pump of soap and rubbed it into your hands before bringing them under the tap once again. Warm water washed over you as you picked at your nails, trying to get the last bits of brown, dried blood which were stubbornly sitting in the crevices of your fingers. Eventually, you looked back up to see the red smeared across the lower half of your face, coming to almost a point, where the source was: your nose.

Damn it.

The blood was beginning to dry, becoming a nasty crust over your skin. You couldn’t help but stare at yourself- bloodied, bruising with tearstains to boot.

You thought about the lamia once more. She had been hanging about in your head for some time now, her face briefly gracing your mind’s eye with her presence. You wondered who exactly she was, not from an identity perspective but rather, you were curious about her intentions. It was just… why?! Why was she there? Why did she help you? Why help and still work for the Foundation? Why show such solidarity, tell you about the Arcadian Sons in the forest, undeniably a few kilometres away, and yet, still, presumably, enter to confirm your location?

Or was this all a ruse? No… it couldn’t be!

It wasn’t like you were going to wait around to find out, you were going to pack your shit and leave first thing in tomorrow morning. You swore to yourself that come dawn tomorrow, you were out of here.

You just hoped that the Arcadian Sons weren’t planning anything tonight.

They couldn’t be that fast, could they?

They could. They very much could.

Damn it.

You sighed, watching your reflection frown. All you really had going for you at the moment was the hope that some god above would take pity on your plight and have the Arcadian Sons miss their window of opportunity.

A long sigh escaped you as you rested some of your weight on the sink.

Ghost’s bout of nausea hadn’t been helping the overall atmosphere in the base either. He’d hogged the bathroom pretty much all morning, vomiting loudly. Soap had been lingering outside for pretty much all of it, occasionally knocking on the door to ask the man if he needed the medic… to which Ghost would reply with, “No. Gaz is keeping ‘em occupied anyway. Besides, I think I just ate-” and then he’d get cut off by puking back into the toilet bowl.

You were curious about what exactly was wrong with him but hadn’t had an opportunity to even catch a quick glimpse of his state, with Kate and Price immediately pulling you aside to ask about the events that had transpired last night the moment you were out of the medical room. Alejandro and Rudy had also interrogated you in the office with the others earlier but that resulted in them having more questions. Then, a massive argument had broken out between Alejandro and 141, with Rudy doing his best but being an unsuccessful mediator. Everything came to an end though when Ghost had sat back down after getting a word in, only to suddenly rise from his seat and make a break for the bathroom. Everyone heard his retches down the corridor, and you wouldn’t be lying if you admitted that the sounds had made you feel a little nauseous yourself.

Bewildered was the word you thought best described the base at the moment.

A pit was slowly growing in your stomach. You were dreading what nightfall would bring. They were coming for you and there are only so many times you can escape the Foundation’s clutches before luck runs out.

You were glad you had packed your silver-plated knives and stake, feeling the sweet relief of reassurance as you grabbed your toothbrush, eager to finally have a moment to yourself to freshen up.

***

The clues at the bottom of her crossword were slowly blurring into one inky blob on the page. A pen, slightly shaking with mild anger, hovered over the third row spanning across the answer area. Usually, 72 would make light work of this, but today, she seemed preoccupied.

23 looked at her with caution from across the tent as she fiddled with the new compression bandaged Phillip had quickly slipped onto her slowly healing knee. The swelling had gone down a little, but it still looked sore. She watched, with increasing anxiety, as 72 grew more and more tense. Eventually, she caved and lashed out with a loud growl, throwing her pen to the side.

“You okay?” 23 asked with trepidation.

“Can you believe he’s making us stay here? Instead of, you know, letting us do our jobs?”

23 shrugged, turning to pick up her camcorder and searching for the switch as 72 continued her rant.

“Like, the Red Room clearly thinks we’re ready or we wouldn’t have been deployed, you know? His report is what’s gonna get us out of the Red Room and actually into a definitive pack. That we’ll stay in…”

She drew her knees to her chest, hugging the newspaper.

“… Instead of being passed from one packmaster to another.”

23 shrugged.

“Maybe he’s right,” the girl suggested, flicking through her footage.

72 grumbled.

“We’re going to end up paying for this. We always do,” she mumbled into the paper, “He thinks he’s doing the right thing but as soon as he mentions on the final report that we did nothing-”

“How do you even know he’s gonna say that?” 23 looked up at her with an exasperated expression, only emphasised by the blue glow from the device’s screen highlighting her features.

“Because he has to?!” 72 sat upright. “They’ll ask.”

“Yeah, but-”

“Why are you sticking up for him?!”

“I’m not!”

“You are! You’re on his side!”

If 23 had pearls, she’d be clutching them in response to such a false and heinous accusation.

“72, I’m not taking anyone’s side. We both know that he’s nice so he’s not going to do anything to get us in trouble, okay?”

“He’s the reason your knee’s fucked up.”

72 pointed at the bandaging on the girl’s leg. 23 cast her gaze downwards and to the side, covering the dressing with her hands.

“Are you scared of him? Is that what it is?” 72 asked, before bringing her hand to her forehead. “Oh my God! You’re scared! You’re doing as your told for once because you’re scared of him!”

“I’m not scared of him! Besides, it was my fault my knee’s screwed up, I was the one that tripped… It’s just-”

“Just what? Scared the big bad wolf is gonna eat ya?”

23 glared daggers at her.

“No, I’m not scared. I’m just being reasonable. Maybe, he has a point. Maybe, we should stay here.”

72 leaned back, her eyes narrowing.

“If I left and followed them to the base, would you let me do it alone?”

Silence fell upon them briefly, only the sounds of awkward rustling filled the tent.

“Well?” 72 asked impatiently.

“I mean…” 23 trailed off, scratching her upper arm idly as she thought.

“Yes or no!”

“Fine!” the girl groaned, throwing her head back.

***

Kate’s fingers were interlocked, her hands tightly wrapped around one another, in a ball, resting on her head as she looked at the ground. Y/N was in their prime. They knew. She, on the other hand, clearly was losing touch and at an alarming rate.

Price sat across from her, a steaming cup of tea sitting atop a small table was the only barrier between the two. He let out a sigh, the air whistling a little as it left his nose. His hands were comfortably placed on his lower abdomen, a contrast to his right leg, which jigged up and down, giving away his brewing anxiety. The captain was growing to resent this silence, waiting and wanting Kate to fill it because he couldn’t, he had no words.

The tense quiet was what was left of Alejandro’s panicked anger and Rudy’s unsuccessful attempts to quell it. He had shouted, paced, accused and demanded that Y/N needed to leave. Kate had stated that she could only let Y/N go once the contact had confirmed it was safe, and as much as she hoped you’d agree, you took Alejandro’s side.

You would leave come tomorrow’s sunrise and just hope that by the time you’d reach the border, the people Kate had been talking to would be there to greet you… like the angels at the Pearly Gates.

Marks of Alejandro’s outburst were everywhere in this room: the door only now just ceasing its swinging from when he’d stormed off, the slam of his fist still ringing in Kate’s ears, the scattered papers and the empty dossier precariously hanging off the table’s edge.

Price’s brown eyes looked over to the old electric fan atop one of the filing cabinets, feeling himself become engrossed in its soothing blanket of white noise as it whirred away, fighting to do its job.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have taken on Y/N.”

Quickly, he turned back to Kate.

“What?”

“We already have enough shit going on. Y/N… I didn’t need to add them to the list of our problems,” she muttered, shaking her head, “Did you hear what Ghost said? And how Alejandro responded?! I could’ve sworn I saw it n his eyes for a second that he was ready to kick us out.”

“No… No!” he implored, scooting his chair, trying to close at least some of the distance, “You did the right thing.”

She looked at him, her blue eyes intense, darting, doing their best not to give away her bubbling emotions.

“It’s difficult to see that right now. We’re here because Alejandro is allowing us to be here, he’s already jumping a lot of hoops for us.”

“And you’re doing the same for Y/N. We don’t leave each other. Where would they be right now if you hadn’t found them?” Price asked, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Dead,” Kate stated, plain as day, “Or worse.”

Price’s eyes creased and his mutton chops rose as he gave her a small, reassuring smile.

“Exactly. And besides, neither of you have screwed us over. They said it themself, the soldiers after them won’t come for us if we keep out of their way.”

“Usually, John.”

He nodded, being a little too nonchalant for Kate’s liking, as he took his cup of tea to his lips.

Then, it clicked.

“Wait, John, I know that look-”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he muttered with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“I think you do.”

Price shook his head.

“John!”

“Kate!”

She sighed, leaning back.

“I’ll go to try and appease Alejandro by telling him we’ll all- well, I’ll who’s feeling up to it- take night watch tonight, save him and his men the trouble, you know. Then, if those lads show up to take your friend, we’ll be ready and stand firmly in their way. Then, Y/N will have a clear path of escape… theoretically.”

“John,” Kate chuckled weakly, “I appreciate the offer, as I’m sure Y/N would, but these are no ordinary soldiers.”

“Neither are we.”

“No, you don’t understand. What I mean is-”

“Kate, I suggest you think about heading to the barracks soon to rest up, we’ve got a long night ahead of us,” he said bluntly, rising from his seat.

With a shaking head and tight lips, she conceded. Laswell supposed it didn’t really change her plan, which was hoping that whatever pack of Arcadian Sons were out there would decide tomorrow night would be their time of attack. However, at the same time, she didn’t want to put her friends in harm’s way. And yet, having people available to raise the alarm would be beneficial, should they rock up tonight. They didn’t know what she knew though, and… well, Kate decided she’d take up Price’s advice to retire for the rest of the day to reflect on how she should prepare them, should the wolves turn up at their door.

Captain Price wandered towards the window, trying to peak through the fogged-up pane to see if there was anything interesting happening in the wilderness just outside the base. Suddenly, he yelped, staggering back, as a small bird landed just outside. Its wings hit the glass harshly as it steadied itself, before looking in to observe the strange giant beholding it.

“What kind of bird do you think that is, Kate? Looks like some sort of blue magpie to me,” Price mumbled.

Then, he straightened up and gave it a proper salute.

“Hello, Mr Magpie. How’s your wife?” he asked, giving a quiet but hearty laugh as he heard Kate snicker at one of his many British eccentricities.

“What?” Price pretended to take offence, turning around.

“I always forget you do that with birds!”

“Just magpies,” he corrected, “And they’re gorgeous little things so what does it matter!”

Kate shook her head, smiling.

Price gave a playful glare and turned back around, only to see that his small, winged friend had gone.

***

“How are you shaping up, Si?” Soap asked as he squatted down by Ghost’s bedside.

“Feel like I’ve been hit by a bus,” Riley replied, voice muffled by the pillow he was speaking into, “I’m dying.”

“I don’t think you’re dying, mate.”

“I am.”

Soap rolled his eyes. Ghostie may have had a reputation for being a stone-cold killer, and a very intimidating one at that, but MacTavish had found, as he’d gotten to know him, that the lieutenant also had a subtle flare for the dramatic.

“I don’t think you are,” Soap laughed quietly, removing the lid of a hot cup of tea he had retrieved from the mess hall.

“You can’t say anything, you’re not a medical professional.”

“Well,” Soap retorted, placing the lid gently on the ground, “the medic checked up on you a few mins ago and also said you’re not dying. I don’t think yer condition has changed much from then. I think you probably just ate something that didn’t agree with ya.”

“Fair enough,” Ghost said with a groan, his voice finally becoming clear as he turned his head to face Soap instead of the pillow.

He noticed the tea in Soap’s hand.

“That for me?”

MacTavish briefly looked down at what he was holding, and then back up at his friend.

“Oh aye,” the sergeant chuckled as he handed it over, “I made it black though, I’m worried the milk might set you off again.”

“Thanks, Johnny,” Ghost sighed, pulling his mask up to take a sip.

Soap sat himself down on the floor, fiddling with his hands as he watched Ghost drink up.

“You sound better,” MacTavish remarked.

“Really?” Riley asked between swigs of tea, “I feel worse.”

“Ah, that’s because it’s coming out,” Soap happily informed, “So, layering a fuck ton of blankets on top of you and making you sweat is working!”

“You’ve been pestering the medic all morning, haven’t you?”

“Maybe.” Soap shrugged.

“Ugh, Johnny. I told you not to bother her. She’s supposed to be helpin’ Gaz.”

Soap was about to say something, then paused, reevaluated, and tried again.

“I’m sorry,” The Scot folded his arms. “One minute you’re acting like you’re on your deathbed and the next, you’re telling me that I can’t be seeking out medical advice on your behalf?”

Ghost scoffed, giving him a playful punch in the arm. Only it wasn’t as light as it was playful. Soap took it well, not quite getting knocked over, but, once the shock had worn off, he couldn’t help but nurse his shoulder.

“Oh shit!” Ghost hurriedly pulled off the covers, practically leaping out of bed. “Sorry, Soap, I didn’t- Fuck!”

As he had tried to remedy the situation, the poor man had spilt his tea all over the floor.

“It’s fine, Si.” Soap brushed him off, rising to his feet. “I see you’ve not quite lost your strength. That’s good, I guess. I’ll go get some tissues.”

“No, I’ll go. I made the mess.”

As much as Soap wanted to protest, it’d be no use. He could see Simon’s mind was already made up.

“Sure.”

Soap conceded, giving way for Ghost as he grabbed his balaclava and rushed out.

***

As he was making his way there, he couldn’t help but feel this sense of unease. He was pretty certain it was what remained of Alejandro’s outburst. Though it was shocking, Ghost could understand where he was coming from; Riley himself had initial reservations about Y/N’s presence here. However, those reservations quickly died once Ghost had seen them and their desperation. He understood that kind of fear. Y/N was vulnerable right now, and needed time to rebuild their strength, hence why Ghost had vehemently protested against Alejandro’s demands to do away with Y/N.

That had led to a stern reprimand from Price and a very surprised look from Soap… and then of course, Ghost had to worsen everything by being this stupidly ill.

Simon actually had no clue what was wrong with him. It was like it had happened overnight; just suddenly, the poor bastard had come down with a pounding headache, high fever, nausea and these weird cramps in his lower abdomen and legs.

Just as he was thinking about them, another wave of pain hit him. Ghost took a moment for himself, resting a hand and his forehead on the wall, trying to find some relief in long, steady breaths.

“Are you alright?” a timid voice asked from behind him.

He turned around ad saw you, toiletries in hand, looking up at him with a worried expression.

“Yeah,” Ghost replied, “What, uh, what about you? Are you okay? You recoverin’?”

You nodded.

“That lamia got a few good hits on me, but I’m in one piece and alive, so that’s good.”

You both chuckled as you casted your gaze off to the side.

“I just… feel bad, though,” you confessed, drawing your belonging close to your chest, “Alejandro seemed so scared, like I was bringing some curse to this place.”

Ghost sighed.

“He’s been through a lot recently. That-”

“Lamia.”

“-lamia,” Ghost continued, “and her break-in probably was the last straw for him.”

“I see…”

Ghost watched as your eyes shifted, a ponderous look emerging on your face as you seemed to process this new take on prior events. He felt a small smile creep onto his face, under his mask, as you fell into deep thought, clearly having really taken in what he had said. The man would’ve let you fully enter a meditative state if it weren’t for the small splodge of dried toothpaste he noticed on the corner of your mouth.

“Oh, Y/N.” His rumbling voice snapped you right out of your trance. “You’ve got a little something on your mouth.”

“Where?” you asked, brows furrowing.

Your hand began to hover at various places around your face as a non-verbal game of ‘hot-n-cold’ ensued, with you trying to gauge whether you were near the right spot or not from Ghost’s expressions… which of course was incredibly difficult, because most of Ghost’s face was concealed.

Eventually, Ghost couldn’t take it anymore.

“Here, let me.”

Before you could even give or deny permission, he reached forward, swiping the blob away with his thumb. His touched weighed heavy on you, the sensation lingering as he drew his hand away. A shudder, confusingly hot, spread through you.

It… it was nice to feel the hand of another just touch you. It felt affectionate, and the way it felt menial, simple… you wanted him to do it again.

You couldn’t help but smile giddily.

“Thank you,” you said as you tried to locate exactly where his hand had been, “I’ll be around in the barracks, so if you need me to get you anything, just let me know.”

“Sure, Y/N.”

With that, he watched you hurry off. Then, he turned around and continued on his quest to find some tissues.

As Ghost continued down the corridor, he finally found himself at the fire exit. He stopped in his tracks, looking around for clues as to how he’d gotten here. The mess hall was back where he came…

He was quick to realise his error: you. When he saw you off, he went down the wrong way, taking him to the fire exit, and beyond that, the woods the base sat at the edge of. Ghost was about to take his leave and retrace his steps when he heard something. A rustle, then a call.

He wasn’t sure why, but he felt himself being drawn to the incessant cawing coming from around the corner, just outside. Slowly, making sure his steps were as quite as possible, Ghost crept across the threshold and onto the soil.

There, on the ledge of a window, was a small bird.

Ghost cocked his head to one side, uncertain as to why such an innocuous thing had grabbed his attention.

Then, for the first time, all day, Simon Riley felt hungry.

A warmth began build in his stomach, churnings threatening to surmount into a loud grumble. He didn’t want to give himself away to the poor thing, not when it was perfectly faced away from him, chittering away at whatever was on the other side of the glass.

Ghost’s eyes were focused, as his surroundings began to blur.

Hackles raised, he lowered himself a little, placing one foot carefully in front of the other. Under his mask, his mouth was filling with saliva, his tongue running over his teeth as he grew nearer and nearer. His jaw was tense, mouth almost trembling with anticipation.

Blood.

He could smell it on the bird, almost see it pumping throughout its body. The creature was filled with sweet, sweet red nectar.

Riley could barely contain himself, his hand ready to wrap around its neck and-

SNATCH!

SNAP!

CRUNCH!

It had been given a quick death, Ghost’s hands making short work of breaking its neck. Frenziedly, he pulled his mask up and stuffed as much as he could into his mouth, moaning in relief as he lapped up as much blood as he could take. Then, he stopped, examined the opening he had made for himself, and pulled apart its broken chest. The heart was easily squished into smithereens by his teeth, releasing more and more of what Ghost had desperately craved. Inebriated by the pleasure, he found himself losing balance, saving himself by planting a firm hand on the wall in front of him, just under the window, as he continued to tear and chew and lap up.

As he did so, he felt an ache emerge in his arms and legs, culminating in his extremities.

“Oh… fuck…” he mumbled between mouthfuls, digging his nails into the brickwork.

It grew, becoming more intense in his fingertips.

His muscles began to tighten, his hands locking in place, either around the bird or raking against the wall.

A distorted, inhuman groan escaped him, as claws pushed apart his nails, black and shining wet. It was in a staggered motion, in time with his fingers lengthening a little as his palm grew and thickened.

One would’ve thought this was it, that now the rest of his body would follow suit and twist and change, but instead, the painful adjustments made soon receded. In a mere minute, maybe even seconds, Simon Riley’s hands were back to looking human.

He dropped the poor bird’s corpse, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He paused, looking at the bloodstain now on his half-clenched fist. His stomach lurched, demanding to not let it go to waste. And so, Ghost licked up the red from his hand, before turning to the other one and cleaning up the mess.

“Oh God…” Mid-lick, Simon realised what he was doing. “Oh God… What the-”

He brought a hand to his mouth, wanting to gag, but nothing came of it.

What did he just do?

Did he just…

“Si! There you are! I thought you were taking too long to come back from the mess hall and Y/N said they saw you head this way.”

Quickly, he pulled the skull-print balaclava over his bloodied mouth, stuffed his hands into the pockets of his cargo pants and whipped around to face Soap.

“What’re you doing out here?” MacTavish chuckled as he jogged his way over.

“I… uh…”

Before Simon could formulate a satisfactory response, Soap caught sight of the eviscerated bird on the ground.

“Steamin’ bloody Jesus,” the Scot lamented, “A coyote probably got to it. Poor thing.”

He looked up to see Ghost was staring at it, his eyes unnervingly devoid of pity or any emotion for the matter.

“Simon?”

Soap smiled uneasily as he saw him snap back to the here and now.

“Sorry.” Ghost spoke with a slightly quivering voice. “Spaced out for a moment.”

The sergeant eyed him, and Ghost felt himself tense a little.

“Shall we head back inside?”

“Yeah.”

“Come on, then. That cold’s clearly going to your brain.” Soap gestured for him to follow.

“Right!” Ghost chuckled.

Soap couldn’t shake the feeling something was off with the lieutenant, but he couldn’t quite put a finger on what it was, nor did he want to ask about it for fear that Riley might push back, and harshly. Ghost had never liked to feel interrogated; he had a tendency to lash out like a cornered animal would.

Besides, it was probably just that he was feeling poorly. Colds can make people a little delirious from time to time.

As they entered the base, Soap noticed there was a distinctive smell in the air. A vaguely metallic musk, which seemed to be hovering around Ghost.

“No offence, LT,” Soap nudged him. “But I think all that sweatin’ I made you do with blankets and everythin’ is starting to… make itself known.”

“Hmm?”

“With all due respect, Simon, you smell like a wet dog,” he said bluntly.

Ghost stopped and looked at Soap sceptically. Then, he raised his arm and took a whiff to see for himself.

“Shit, you’re right. I need a fuckin’ shower.”

It would give him a good excuse to get the last of the blood out anyway.

#bloodhound fic #cod mwii fic #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost cod x reader #simon ghost riley #phillip graves cod #cod mw2 werewolf au #cod mw2 #valeria garza #task force 141 #kate laswell #captain price cod #john soap mactavish

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purgemarchlockdown · 6 months

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for the milgram ask game!!! i looked through your answers but if anything repeats im sorry😭

9,10,11 - kazui

15,16 - amane

9,10,15,16 - muu

Its alright! Everytime someone sends me an ask for an ask game my power grows...

Kazui:

9. do you forgive/not forgive their crime on its own?

Hm, well, gonna be honest I'm not super sure what his crime is now. I know what I find the most interesting storytelling wise but Kazui is also a Lying Liar Man.

If were referring to specifically lying to his wife...I think id forgive him...I think.

Like its a horrible fucking thing to do but...I understand that "if you just lie it'll be Fine Eventually" mindset pretty well. I see how he got here. Still: Horrible thing to do! Im a bit conflicted here! I should have an easier time with this considering characters who I've forgiven before but damn, me not being really sure what he did is Getting To Me.

Though its also (presumably) NOT ACTUALLY MURDER and I know law isnt a big deal here but ALSO I dont think he should be tortured and possibly given the death penalty for this, yknow? Bit Much I Think.

10. is the answer to the previous question different from your vote(s) on the character themselves (do you vote them based on anything else aside from the crime)?

My forgiven gets a bit stronger if thats the case? I vote him forgiven because of a lot of things. For example: Even if I didn't like his character so much Id have forgiven him for Amane's sake...

11. what are your favorite points about their story and the narrative surrounding them?

I Love It When Characters are Horribly Resigned To Their Situations!!!! "Tragedy Enjoyers when The Tragedy Happens" Moment Fr. Kazui's super interesting to me since he's basically...given up. He's given up on getting anything he wanted and he has horrible self-loathing and is just resigned to never being really Happy, and yet he still Wants and that Wanting is already "bad" no matter if he acts on it or not.

Jupiter: But if it's only what I feel inside that matters, what am I supposed to do? I can't stop that kind of touch.

(this is an ask I get to put in appropriate quotes from Jupiter)

He's unsatisfied and disillusioned and self-destructive and it be so much easier if he was just...not "like this". Whatever This is. His family seems to be very traditional overall too and there's a lot of discussion going on about societal normal and standards.

Also also! His relationship with love fucks me up, both him and Mahiru's. It's like an obligation of sorts. Something that makes them more marketable and presentable. Their love can feel so...impersonal as a result if that makes sense. Like it's just a quota they need to fill.

Even Mahiru's actually! It's weird to think about considering how loud Mahiru is about it but there's something so vaguely impersonal about Mahiru's love. Like "This is how to be in love with you" as a title plays off that in a way. The other person doesn't get to put any input into it, this is how your Supposed to be loved.

Kazui's relationship with love is so interesting to me as a result, it's so performative and is used for his own Marketability as a person. I'm still obsessed about how Kazui and Mahiru portray love as something that is sold to people-

Plus all of this gives him some Fun Parallels with the other cat person he's paired up with. It's interesting to see how both of them deal with being perceived as inherently sinful in some way and against societal norms.

I dunno I just think Kazui is super interesting! He's an interesting fella!

Amane:

15. what do you think of their voice?

I love how she sounds so much! She can sound so happy and cheeky and sweet in one moment and then ominous, angry and downright terrifying the next. Her VA is great, Tanaka Minami does such a fantastic job as her. Amane can sound so very different and yet still sound like Her. Compare Animal to Positive Parade or Magic to Purge March and even though they sound so different they still sound like Her! Magic's mostly consistent tone and emotions making it feel restrained and carefully presented vs Purge March's various different emotions and tones and just how Different it can sound depending on the part is So cool! She can go from angry to sad to bitter to defeated to joyfully ecstatic and all of those at once!

Like at the end of Purge March, Amane always sounds like she's at the verge of crying to me. The emotional catharsis was so very real there!!! It's so good!!! It's so good!!!!

16. how do you think they actually sing in regular life?

Once again directing people to how Amane seems to be in Choir.

I know people who were in choir those people can Sing Alright. Out of everyone in the cast she is probably the most likely person to know how to actually sing properly. Plus I always think it's funny that Amane quietly calls the cult's music boring in an interrogation. I choose to believe she can Sing Really Well and that when she gets out of the cult she gets Really Into Metal.

In the wise words of my dad: "Metalheads are the happiest because we let out all our anger through the power of METAL!!!!!"

Muu:

9. do you forgive/not forgive their crime on its own?

I Do Not Forgive Her! Sorry Muu but the Consequences of your Actions are here! I know you have a lot of problems and that the murder seems actually pretty impulsive overall but like...sorry Muu can't really forgive you if we're judging my your crime alone.

10. is the answer to the previous question different from your vote(s) on the character themselves (do you vote them based on anything else aside from the crime)?

Hmm, maybe? I still want to not forgive her honestly for some personal reasons but I do know that not forgiving her might not be the best decision overall...I dunno very conflicted I guess.

15. what do you think of their voice?

Kouri Arisa is a wonderful singer and I'm incredibly impressed with her vocals and acting. I don't have much to say on her compared to Amane but I love how she sounds so much. There's something kinda...floaty about it I guess? I dunno how to describe it, it's just sort of airy and whispery like, Muu is telling you a secret. I think it's really cool and it makes the parts where she sounds more confident and loud contrast really well.

It's so good I love it hhhhh-

16. how do you think they actually sing in regular life?

Decently I think? Like average overall. I think she knows a few songs by heart though and for those in particular she sounds really good.

#asks #ask game

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thedawningofthehour · 6 months

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EVERYONE'S POKEMON THEMES

Because I'm bored.

Raph:

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Bright and happy, but still intense. The theme exemplifies Leon's power, but also shows that the battle is fun. Everyone-the people in the audience, your Pokémon, the trainers, you'll all having a blast giving each other everything you've got. Leon's 'greatest champion ever' schtick is definitely annoying, but his battle style is wave after wave of unstoppable, insane amounts of power, and I feel like that's very Raph of him.

Plus he just looks like he'd be fun to hug.

Leo:

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At first I thought this might be a little dark for Leo, but even in canon Leo is quite a bit more emo than he outwardly shows. The music is fast, the heavy beat in the background giving a sense of immense but guarded power, like you'd only see the full extent of Zinnia's power in the seconds before she killed you. And the, for lack of a better word, feminine riffs give the whole thing a very unique edge to it. I feel like that's perfect for Leo. Outwardly intimidating, yes, but his true power he keeps hidden away, and it runs very, very deep.

As a side note, I feel like Leo would use fairy types.

Donnie:

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...Do I even have to say anything else?

For real, I love how this theme is so spooky and intense and the Recon Squad looks so intimidating, but every one of these guys is actually a precious cinnamon roll. They could absolutely murder you with their pinky finger, but that's not what they're about. Donnie is...maybe not so morally white, but at his core he will always stand for good. He's allowed a few villain arcs here and there, and by villain arcs he means he'll dress up and have a few villainous monologues before getting bored with the whole thing.

Mikey:

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YES WITH THE DRESS TOO.

But for real, this theme goes so hard. The whole thing is poppy, bubbly, interspersed with a harder counter-melody with what sounds like bell tolls played over it. This is a very calculated sound. Iris is one of the harder champions to beat, made even more impressive by the fact that she's supposed to be eleven or twelve. She, like the player in every game, is a legitimate child prodigy. This theme is meant to hammer in the fact-yes, she's a child, she's silly and likes pink and poofy dresses, and she is immensely powerful. If you underestimate her she will steamroll right over you, and this is just the beginning for her-she will only get more powerful from here. That childlike zest, the overwhelming power in spite of people's expectations-that's Mikey.

(other half under the cut so it's not too long)

April:

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I feel like this sort of intensity just matches April very well. It's super modern, it feels like city streetlights and neon signs, but there's this edge of lightness to it. We're going hardcore here, but we're still having fun! (It's fun because we're putting our whole pussies into it)

Splinter:

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This version in particular! It gives a sense of spiraling at the beginning, an "oh shit" moment when you realize you're locked into battle with a leader that gave you trouble as a child-and they've only gotten stronger. The pace is fast, intense, almost overwhelmingly so, and even when the beat lets up it doesn't do it by much. Since it's a remix of the Kanto Gym Leader theme we've had since the very first game in the nineties, it has an older and almost nostalgic edge to it. But these are some of the final bosses of the game-you face these leaders as a Champion and they come at you like one.

I feel like that's pretty fitting for Splinter. He's old, but he's grown more powerful with age. If you face off with him, you will be very quickly thinking "oh shit."

Cassandra:

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The theme is fast and chaotic, almost manic, representing Bede's lack of stability and family. He's desperate for someone to care about him, to fit in somewhere. This fits with the backstory I've given Cass-parents are both addicts, issues with growing up in poverty and being in and out of foster care. Even though her dad is still present in her life and does love her, he's not exactly a stable presence and their relationship is very strained, and that affects Cass a lot more than she wants to admit. She's straining to find someone to emulate and puts everything into impressing every parental figure she meets, first with the Foot Dads and then with Draxum.

Also the chaos just fits Cass's balls-to-the-wall personality.

Draxum:

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Like. Ideology-wise, he's probably closer to Maxie and Archie, especially considering after you beat them they're basically like "well that sucks, guess I'm your dad now." But this theme was really the only thing dark and edgy enough for him.

This is probably how he thinks of himself; Season 2 Draxum would have a totally different theme.

Bonus! Bella:

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Not that she would necessarily be the most powerful...but the vibes. These are absolutely her vibes. She goes hard and is smart about it. You should be terrified.

#i haven't played scarlet and violet yet so idk how hard the music goes #pokemon and ninja turtles: my two childhood loves #and danny phantom #Youtube

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daenystheedreamer · 9 months

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omaegorverse au stuff its daenys marrying into the starks and having the worst fucking time of her life with her gay misogyinst husband who hates her and her problematic homophobic mother in law ^_^

anyway so in omaegorverse walton and alaric did a rebellion and got absolutely FUCKED like fully dead and burned up rip alaric stark sorry u couldnt befriend alysanne 😭 its canon that torrhen's sons and the early targ-era starks HATED the targs. i think if maegor omegafied his nephew and took him to wife theyd consider that the last straw. plus the old gods are whispering in their ear or something ^_^ there’s also a mercenary company in essos called the company of the rose i thought that was SO fun so they go back to westeros to fight in the rebellion :3

anyway viserys is crazy at this point cos he’s had three forced childbirths and people keep dying and its his fault (its maegor its all maegor. of course its maegor's fault but maegor's like um well maybe if u werent a whore they might have lived 🙄) so he begs maegor to end the rebellion peacefully. plus if they blast the starks the north will HATE them. maegor is like fuck that noise and viserys goes well ok guess ill kill myself and the kids then. so maegor's like fuck ok fine 🙄 gods youre so dramatic women are so annoying -_- nudges his squire goes heh the wife amirite always nagging and bitching!!

viserys is deeply traumatised and only halfway in reality. he arranges a marriage between daenys to walton+alaric's brother for peace and hes like itll be ok cos youll be far away from maegor. you just have to be a nice demure wife and have babies like look how happy that made me!! itll be fine also maegor will 100% make you the prize in one of his fckn tourneys if u stay unmarried for much longer O_O. and daenys is all well the angels are telling me to murder-suicide maegor and im having gay thoughts about aunt rhaena again so i guess running away from kings landing is a good idea (kings landing is kind of alive in this it kind of tortures the targs).

it is not! she marries the new lord stark (his name is cregard:3) and he's DEEPLY targphobic. his mother was the second wife of brandon the boastful, making walton and alaric his elder half-brothers. his mother is also a bolton! her name's barba bolton she's crazy! she and brandon the boastful married as a covert bolton-stark alliance against the targs in preparation for possible anti-targ rebellions… the stark family consists of barba + her four kids: myranda bolton, cregard, lysara mormont and sybelle dustin. the starks are very weird rn cos half of them died and the other half are hated by the north. the daughters are all married off and do a lot of diplomacy, so its just barba and cregard in winterfell. boymum and her mummy’s boy that’s so normal!!!

barba has had the revolution burned out of her thanks to her husband and stepsons getting burned to death at the gates of winterfell. she couldnt intern their bones either because balerion fckn ATE them. she agrees to the marriage because there’s no way she can’t... also because the political situation in the north is very tense. everyone is mad that the rebellion failed and that their sons died, and they start a conspiracy that barba had sabotaged the rebellion for bolton power. barba had refused to let her own son fight, despite him being fifteen (which is war age for sure) and they think this was her being cunning. they think she had conspired with maegor and his catamite WHORE into letting her and her children live. and she hates the northern houses back cos she gritted her teeth swallowed her pride and surrendered to save THEM!! so if she doesn’t want some kind of usurpation she needs the backing of the targs. plus this princess has a dragon…

ALSO it was viserys the catamite FREAK who specifically intervened and begged maegor's mercy which the northerners all see as a slight on their honour. barba is also super pissy about it :3 homophobic QUEEN! on paper it is such an honour to wed a targ princess but everyone thinks the mpreg babies are abominations, the starks especially. but they cant say no since maegor mercifully didnt blow them all up.

cregard's character is very stoic and angry. he's got that stark iciness + honour/justice, but he's also got the stark wildness!! he's 14 years older than daenys (30 and 16 at marriage ew) and he sees their marriage as a transaction and security for the north. he was fifteen during the rebellion and hates his mother for locking him in winterfell. considers this an evil bitch act of emasculation but he’s also an absolute mommy’s boy. he's very classically sexist like Well a wife's job is to support her husband and give him heirs. i will give her whatever she wants materially but emotionally she is an object she is not a person. if that makes sense :3

daenys is very shy and autistic so barba thinks she is weak and will never be a good lady of winterfell she isnt Hard and Stoic enough. cregard thinks she's an airhead freak but treats her with that sort of chauvinistic chivalry. like he treats her decently enough he doesnt beat her but also her duty is to give him sons. cregard does NOT do the nedcat sept because the optics of that are SO bad. as she has married into the family he expects her to convert since well she's a northerner stark now. not that anyone is treating her like that... anyway she mostly spends her days with the horses in the stables, in the glass gardens or with her dragon:3

and YES she has a dragon and brought it north. it is very small the runt of the litter. it is from dreamfyre's clutch and daenys named her dreamsweet and calls her sweetling. the starks are very annoyed by the dragon because they were hoping for a big dragon who they could use as leverage. instead they get a runt. just like daenys :) she doesn't ride dreamsweet much, though dreamsweet is large enough to ride. cregard DOES have a large stable made for the dragon which also stunts the dragons growth but they dont know that. everyone steers clear of it and daenys turns it into her special safe place :) she paints it all pretty and uses it as a sept. its round and maybe the size of a smallish school gymnasium. it has a conical roof with a large skylight, though chains are kept over the opening. dreamsweet is allowed ONE outing a month...

not getting into the marital bed situation because sad and also thats not fun and i do this au for fun. but i guess picture the handmaid's tale if youve ever read the book :( barba is there and its all mechanical and emotionless. cregard thinks his wife is an abomination + is sexistly gay. he is nawt getting anything out of this. actually havent really thought about the gay thing all too much i just did that cos i thought it was funny tbh. maybe he’s got medieval rentboys or something.maybe he’s got a tumultuous homoerotic situationship with one of the northern lords. You decide :3 i think barba is like your vices are disgusting and dishonour house stark. use your wiles to seduce that effette lord manderly into supporting the starks again.

daenys and barba are very weird cos daenys has never had an actual mother before. barba’s like late forties when daenys marries cregard. they’re the only women in winterfell and daenys outranks her and daenys is a fucked up abomination and barba is one of those insane boymoms whos like I am the most important woman in my son’s life. i would like it if she slowly grew to respect daenys and they could have a normal mother-daughter relationship but. I doubt that. i think daenys is terrified of her and barba hates her but theyre also forced to interact, forced into the most intimate relationship women can have!! motherhood ahh!! god this post is too long. okay my final message. goodbye<3

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character ask game for adaine: 8, 12, 22, and freebie: do you have any scraps/ideas for jawbone's pov (seeing or hearing about, where applicable) of adaine's various deaths/generally super reckless choices (i.e., allowing herself to get kidnapped by the nation who's stated purpose is to kill her)? he's so chill with the kids but i know she's giving him gray hair

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

Hmm, I don't know that there really IS anything. I've seen a couple other people answer this question that the fandom tends to file her rough edges off - she's got a lot of ANGER as well as the anxiety, obviously - but I actually think a lot of stories do get that right. (Mine tend to vary on this depending on the AU and situation - something like Pact or even Missing she's MOSTLY anger and impulse over anxiety)

Take this one with a grain of salt, then, because I firmly believe in people doing what they want and reinterpreting characters as you choose and all but I do like Adaine's design better without glasses and think she only gets them in so much art because other than that she's the bad kid with the strongest physical resemblance to her player.

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

By the time of junior year, she's gone all the way from the girl having a panic attack after borderline accidentally killing the lunch lady to being the Bad Kid least bothered by the amount of murdering people they do, even more than Riz. In part I think this is a coping mechanism, but in part I think it's just that she gets so many glimpses of extra futures in which they either have killed a bunch of people or all died horrible deaths and so she's become just a little bit too jaded about it.

Also, this is maybe not character-specific but wizards at large, but the better wizards we see in the series (Adaine, Ayda, Arthur, and Aelwyn, specifically) all leap to violence at a rate not matched by that many others - even among the bad kids, it's really only Riz who's going to go with violence as the answer as rapidly as Adaine does a lot of the time.

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to ths character? Something you don't like?

Oooh. I mean, for likes obviously any sort of at least sort-of happy family time, Adaine and Aelwyn bantering in a not totally hostile way, but that's as much about Aelwyn or Jawbone as it is Adaine. I'm a big fan of when she does have that moment where she throws careful plans out the window and starts smashing or stabbing things. I'm also an absolute sucker for a well done prophecy or vision arc - there are limits in an actual play on how far you can go with this that a planned story can blast beyond.

Similar to my answer to number 8 above, there's not that much that I don't like that I see in a ton of fic that's character specific! It's fun reading other people interpreting the character. Even though I'm pretty on board with aroace Adaine, an in character sort of romance can be fun to read if it's in the context of a plot I'd otherwise enjoy.

For the freebie question, I don't know that I have any scraps but this is definitely something I think about. I've written about it a little bit in Bunk at least - Adaine and Riz' had their deaths livestreamed out to the world in the nightmare king fight, and while I've not written that moment out directly I've touched on it a few times. He's absolutely not going to bring it up to her, because it's her choice to be an adventurer and he wants to be supportive, I think, but he definitely worries. It could be fun to do one from his point of view during the Hot Night Yorb Summer, actually, though it'd have a lot of overlap with my Aelwyn piece from the same timeframe.

Thanks for the ask! Ask me more from this list, anyone who wants to!

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(day 1) fandom prompt #18 for khr please? ^^

Ah, thank you so much for sending in an ask for the event! This made me so, so happy!! Anyway, because KHR has a huge cast of characters and I only tend to write for a handful of them and because I got so few requests for this first day of the event, I really wanted to go above and beyond for this ask! So I challenged myself! Instead of going with just the first knee-jerk reactions and using the same characters over and over, I made myself a rule that I couldn’t repeat a character while answering this, which made it super fun and interesting to do! I hope you’ll enjoy!

Send me a Fandom and I’ll Tell What I Associate With Each Character:

Likes their music loud

I think a large part of why you see Irie with headphones is exactly this. He loves music and he tends to like to play it really loud and it really annoys his family and his neighbours, who complain to his mother, who then lectures Shoichi…I think it was his sister who bought him his first really good pair of headphones so that he could listen to his music without her having to hear it, because she thinks his taste in music is trash and vice versa.

Would poison someone if given the chance

So, I feel like I’m kind of cheating here, but I’m giving the really obvious answer. This is Bianchi’s shtick. Yes, it’s her main weapon of choice but she’s also been shown several times, especially in the Daily Life Arc, to do so just very casually and with no hesitancy.

Always happy

I feel like the overly obvious answer is Yamamoto here, but I actually don’t think he fits. So, my final answer on this one is a character a lot of people hated or wanted to forget about, Longchamp Naito! I feel like Longchamp, outside of the times he gets hit with the Desolation Bullet, is just very naïvely optimistic about everything and tries to be as positive as he can so that he can enjoy his life to it’s fullest, especially since I’ve always headcanoned him as someone who expects to die young, like most of his Family’s bosses do.

Afraid of spiders

Okay, so this is actually a really long-held, cute but meaningless headcanon I have for Iemitsu. I’ve always headcanoned him as really hating spiders or any kind of bug. They just gross him out and he’s low-key afraid of them. I think that, while Iemitsu tries to be the ‘man around the house’ whenever him and Nana are together, she’s the one having to kill all the bugs. He’ll be in the shower or puttering around and then there’s a spider right in front of his face and he starts yelling for Nana to come kill this itty-bitty bug.

Would jump out of a plane

While boxing will always be his true-blue love, I feel like Ryohei is interested in and later actively gets involved in extreme sports and he’d take up sky-diving as a hobby.

Calls people ‘Dude’

In a headcanon I have for a character nobody ever remembers exists, Bono. From Dino’s family? Anyone remember him? I don’t know why but I definitely headcanon him as saying dude a lot and just kind of sounding like an 80’s-90’s movie stoner.

Wants to just lay down and not move

For the most part, this is Rasiel. While he’s happy to get up and do murder the things he’s interested in, he’s really, really fucking lazy and he’d have no problem just spending the day in bed or sitting in his chair all day not doing anything at all. If things need to be done or if he’s in one of those moods and he needs something, he expects people to do everything for him and cater to his needs.

Has the perfect come backs

It’s Fran because he’s a perfect, sassy little bitch and I love him so much.

Can punch someone and the person they punched would thank them

I think there’s a lot of evidence in canon of just how revered Reborn is within the mafia world and even outside of it in one of his many alternate personas. He’s been shown to be this almost larger than life, greatly admired person for a lot of unnamed characters and I really think he could get away with this and the person would thank him for injuring them because, oh my god, the Reborn touched me and acknowledged me in some way, like this is a story I can tell my boys and they’ll think it’s so cool.

Listens to everything but common sense

Lambo does this because he is so young; he’s very naïve and very gullible. And, on top of that, he’s got this childish arrogance, no matter how old he gets, that he’s almost invincible and that he kind of knows everything and nothing bad could happen to him, leading him to disregard a lot of common-sense advice people try to give him.

Gives nicknames to others

While there’s a couple examples that do this somewhat canonically, I want to go a little off-board here and give a headcanon I have for one of the lesser known characters! I really feel like this is something that Ganauche does. He’s learned through the years not to use them at public family events, though he sometimes slips, but he has nicknames he uses for his boss and all of Timoteo’s Guardians and he tends to give nicknames to people he meets pretty quickly. He remembers the nicknames he gives people way easier than he remembers their actual names, which is why he does it.

Likes to talk to code

I really don’t get what this means…but Byakuran likes to talk and, in something I don’t think a lot of people think about, considering the hints of his school past with Irie, he’s actually quite the brilliant coder. I actually think that writing and reading code comes easily to him and that, if he wanted or had the time to, he’d be a tech genius on par with characters like Shoichi and Spanner.

Doesn’t open up to others very easily

Hibari. Not only does he not have much need for companionship and a misanthropic viewpoint at times, but he is such a very private person that even those who he does allow in his presence know very little about him. I don’t think even Kusakabe, who is arguably the closest to him, knew Kyoya’s home address until three years after meeting him because Hibari is so crazily private.

Is painfully obvious on who they like

Haru lives so very openly. She doesn’t hide who she is, what she’s interested in, her hopes and dreams…is it no wonder that she doesn’t try to hide it when she has a crush on someone? She just doesn’t get the point of hiding away any of that kind of stuff or why it would be considered embarrassing and I envy her confidence.

Would get a tattoo on a whim

I don’t know if this is cheating as he has at least one tattoo canonically but it’s Skull. I have such a strong headcanon that Skull has multiple tattoos and constantly wants to add to them, so strong that I don’t think even canon stating otherwise would make me accept it. And some of his tattoos are well-thought out and he’s met with the artists and put the design together and spent hours putting the thought into it. But others are just spur of the moment or predesigned tattoos that he gets just to scratch that itch of needing a new one or because he thought it looked cool.

Has a strong eyebrow game

FUCKING GENKISHI. Oh my god, it was the first thing that popped into my head reading the question because those are a choice.

Would jump off a building

I don’t know why but I kind of feel like Wonomichi would be strangely skilled in parkour and, just a strange headcanon, but I believe he’s pretty close to being as long-lived and robust as Kawahira is…almost immortal. So, I feel like this fits him best in my personal headcanons.

Likes to travel

I actually think that Nana had always wanted to travel, had wanted to see the world and it was something that Iemitsu promised her that the two of them would do. But life happened and they started a family and settled into Namimori and she puts aside a lot of her desire to go explore the world until after Tsuna is out of the house and I do feel like, when Iemitsu is able to turn CEDEF over to its successor or even just take an extended break, him and Nana do get to finally live that promise he made her.

Likes roses

Pantera really likes roses and though he’s largely oblivious to everything, Longchamp actually does make sure she always has fresh roses in her room because he’s gotta take care of his family!

Talks in song lyrics

Nosaru does this sometimes. A lot of the time, when he does it, it’s because he thinks it makes him look cool while other times it’s just force of habit.

Is tol

I know this is a cheat but he is technically a character! Gola Mosca…I think a lot of the time, people really don’t appreciate just how absolutely humungous and imposing and powerful those machines are (except for Mini-Mosca, of course). So the fact that Hibari pretty much single-handedly is just really a badass moment.

Is smol

So, all the Arcobaleno are small in their cursed forms but going a step further to a former Arcobaleno…I feel like, even in his grown-up form, Bermuda was a very short man, absolutely no more than 5’5 and probably closer, in my own headcanons, to being around 5’2.

Would murder someone if given the opportunity

Bel actually canonically does this. It’s mentioned that, whenever he’s in a new area, he goes out of his way to straight up murder the local killers in the area. It’s not out of any sense of justice or anything; Bel’s just looking for a good fight and some fun slicing and dicing of people who the police and townspeople won’t be too upset to find dead.

Had a sad childhood

Okay, I could go with any of the Kokuyo Gang. I could go with Xanxus or Gokudera...but I feel like these points have been discussed quite a bit more in fandom than the one I want to answer with. Because can we all just talk about Tsuna’s childhood for a second? Like, he’s bullied throughout his entire school career, doesn’t really have any friends to speak of, his father straight up abandons his family, and while Nana does try hard, she ends up being innocently insensitive and actively calls him no-good at times and destroys his self-confidence even more and doesn’t really help him with the bullying issues he faces or with dealing with Iemitsu’s leaving or any of it. And then a baby just shows up one day and starts telling him he’s going to put him through hellish training to become a Mafia Boss, even if Tsuna refuses. Yes, Tsuna grows and his life improves throughout the manga but can we please just all agree that the boy has been through some serious shit?

Loves their parents

Now here’s my Yamamoto answer!!! I really, really, REALLY love the obvious bond, trust, and love there is in Tsuyoshi and Takeshi’s relationship with each other.

Hates fish

I think Basil doesn’t really like fish if they still have the head on. He likes the taste of fish but absolutely can’t eat it in that case because it’s looking at him and now he feels horrifically guilty about every fish related food he has ever had in his whole entire life.

Questions everything

I think Ken was a really curious child that learned to shut up during his childhood with the Estraneo’s…but that, once the Kokuyo Gang settles into each other and once Ken realizes that he’s safe to show that curiosity again, that he asks so many questions. Some of them are really, really dumb or mindless or nonsensical but no matter how many he asks, Chikusa never gets too annoyed with him and Mukuro always seems to have some retort, even if he gets annoyed a bit easier.

Would keep up with celebrity gossip

I don’t know why but I can’t get rid of this headcanon that it would be Julie. He’s up on all the gossip about his favourite celebrities, along with all the gossip going on in town. He always seems to have some dirt or dish on everyone, whether he personally knows them or not.

Would make it rain in the club

It’s Aoba because he is the worst person for managing money. He’s always fucking broke because he does stuff like this. He can’t seem to hold onto his cash because it’s almost an impulse for him – if he has money, the money absolutely must be spent.

Likes hugs

Everyone please, please give Timoteo hugs. All the hugs. He doesn’t care if he doesn’t know you well, he’ll still hug you. I just really do headcanon him as being physically affectionate to those around him, especially as he ages and he becomes that cuddly grandpa-esque type of figure where he’s always going to be up for a hug and will probably give you a mint he keeps in his pockets.

Kisses their partner good night

Okay, but when he has a lover and they’re living together, this is definitely a Spanner thing. It’s very much a thing he does so much that it becomes just a part of the routine for him and his partner at night and he won’t be able to sleep well at all without that good-night kiss.

Likes to give piggybacks

I think Lancia really likes children and he gets along with them better than he does most adults. He doesn’t mind them crawling all over him and will happily piggyback them…he’s not above piggybacking a grown adult either, if the situation calls for it. He’s really strong and most people won’t seem to weigh much at all to him.

Likes to sing in the vehicle

Lussuria absolutely jams out to whatever’s on the radio, though he tends to carry around a lot of CDs to listen to in the car as well, all of his favourites. Xanxus refuses to ride in the same vehicle as him for this very reason and all the Varia members threaten to kill him, but he just gets louder every time they do.

Would join the circus

I actually think a big childhood dream of Shitt P.’s was running away and joining the circus to become an acrobat or a tight-rope walker. I feel like she would probably do that too, when she’s a little older and ready to get some distance from the family.

Could be a stand-up comedian

I actually think, despite his imposing looks, that Coyote can tell one hell of a joke. He’s more about situational comedy, telling people funny stories of all the crazy shit he’s seen in his life or all the insane situations he’s gotten himself into.

Has bad luck

Poor Levi. He faces bad luck in universe and in fandom because everyone, including Lady Luck, seems to hate him.

Likes pretzels

I think I-Pin likes the big, soft, fresh-baked pretzels you can get from stalls and such, with extra salt. It’s not something she gets to eat a lot but it’s a huge treat and she likes mixing it up with the dipping sauces they give you for the pretzels, though she doesn’t try the different flavoured pretzels.

Loves the rain

I think I have mentioned this before, but Squalo really loves the rain. It energizes him, provides trickier ground for training, and also soothes and relaxes him depending on the type of rain it is (like a thunderstorm, light mist, downpour, etc.)

Can knock out someone’s tooth in one punch

If Xanxus seriously resorts to throwing hands against you instead of using his weapons or just throwing whatever’s close at hand, you’re walking away with a broken jaw at the very least.

Will kiss someone to steal their wallet

It’s mostly just an AU I have for a universe where the girls get to actually be bad-ass and part of the Mafia world, but that’s actually something Kyoko does in that AU! of mine because she learns to take advantage of that cute, innocent feminine charm of hers to manipulate others.

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