#and a one armed mercenary with a Constantly Growing To-Kill list

[miamicommune]

d&d party composition is so funny like it just completely randomises every five minutes

#like character wise we started out with a kate bush themed paladin a wrathful draconic sorcerer a robot paladin who thought he was human #a belligerant dwarven engineering student barbarian a taoist monk and a man made of sand and also pieces of every chronomancer ever #and now it's a jester who has seen beyond the 4th wall a fey ranger who turns into a cat a french duellist #an anti-vampire crusader who injects himself with holy water mixed with opium every day #and a one armed mercenary with a Constantly Growing To-Kill list

[pettyprocrastination]

Pierced Nipples HC

Just some fun ol’ headcanons about pedro characters reacting to you having peirced nips!! Big thank you to @captainsamwlsn​ for betareading my FILTH lmao ily bby!!!

Warnings: smut, foul language, blindfold sex, ya’ll know what you're getting into were talking about pierced nipples not going to church lmao. 

Perm Tag list: @honestlystop​ @captainsamwlsn​

Oberyn+Ellaria

Ellaria is letting her hands roam your body while Oberyn watches from the other side of the room, smiling like the two of you just gifted him the sun. Her lips are attached to your neck, leaving dark marks in her wake that you’ll cherish for as long as they grace your skin. Her hand slips under your gown, nimble fingers trail over the swell of your breast and freeze when they feel the cool metal in your skin. Her cool composure falters for a moment, soft brown eyes widen before they crinkle as she smiles. “I knew you were special.” She hums, Oberyn notices the change in his lover’s mood, more excited than before, more enamored with you, if that were even possible. “Come look lover-” Her hands loosen the lace back of your gown, letting the fabric fall off your figure and pool at your feet, leaving you bare before her and the Red Viper. 

You try to shy away but she grabs your chin, keeping you focused on Oberyn whose eyes are glazed over and mind no doubt addled with lust. To see the prince of dorne, the red fucking viper so entranced, so in awe by you? That gave you a rush of adrenaline, a surge of power that you’d never felt before and never wanted to leave. 

Her hand is tugging and playing with the silver bar in your left nipple as she hums and kisses the side of your face. Oberyn stalks towards you, slowly, but each step is taken with such authority you feel your knees grow weaker as he gets closer. 

“Magnificent.” Ellaria coos as you gasp and arch your back when she toys with the metal. “Isn’t she?”

Oberyn’s gaze trails down to your chest, looking at the metal pieces with an adoration that tied your stomach in a knot. A bronze hand trailed around the silver bar while his eyes focused on your reaction, taking in the way you whimpered and bit back moans as they played with you. 

“Truly one of a kind.” He breathed out. His gaze shot up to his lover, both of them sharing a conspiring smile. “But she would look so much better in gold, don’t you think my love?”

Din

When Din finds out, you're laying in your bed with a smooth silken fabric tied around your eyes. He’s mouthing at your neck, moaning against your skin as his hands map out every spot of your body and every reaction it pulls from you. He’s getting drunk off it, the way you whimper and writhe under his hands. 

You knew he was probably starved of it all. Touch, taste, sex. Living in a beskar cage his entire life. The rough pads of his fingers slip under your shirt, trailing over your stomach before pushing the fabric up and over your chest, his fingers freeze at your chest binding, brown eyes flicking up to your hidden ones under the purple sash tied tight around your head. 

You nod, his fingers tremble as he undoes the fabric and pulls it away from your body. 

You hear a sharp breathe and grin. 

Maker, you wish you could see his face right now. 

“You know-” You’ve got that big shit eating grin on your face and it makes Din’s heart beat even faster. “You can touch me, tincan. I promise.” 

You arch your back, presenting your chest to him even more and he feels like he may faint. 

“C’mon metalhead-” You tease. “-don’t leave a girl hangin’.”

In Din’s mind, the world has shrunk down to just the two of you, His hands frozen at his side suddenly snapped back into motion at your soft coo. 

His hands, scarred and rough, gently play with your pierced chest, his heart threatening to hammer right out of his chest when you moan and arch your back. 

“Fuck-” You gasp when he leans down and takes a nipple between his teeth, the other currently being rolled and tugged on by a hand shaking so bad you can feel it. “-that’s it Din.”

He moaned against your skin at the praise, letting his tongue savor the feeling of your soft skin and the cool metal. 

You were going to be his undoing.

Tovar

With Tovar, you both had fucked a few times before he ever found out. You belonged to the same group of mercenaries as him and William. Being the only woman meant you kept your guard up constantly, when Tovar began to find his way into your bedroll (after you propositioned him of course, he may be blunt but he isn’t a beast) it was quick, rough, efficient, neither one of you would even undress completely. Not that he didn’t know his way with a woman, oh no. You found your ecstasy each and every time you laid with him. Tovar would love nothing more than to unwrap you like the gift he believes you to be and spend hours unraveling you under the stars, but things didn’t work out that way. They were always on the move, mindful of wanderers waiting to pluck off travelers and rob them blind before sticking a knife in their gut. To dawdle with a lover meant being distracted, which couldn’t end well for either parties involved. 

Of course that wasn’t always the case, but you were as guarded and stoic as your lover, something William would tease his friend about endlessly. 

It wasn’t until the cruel chill of winter settled into your bones as frost coated the grounds you slept on at night that Tovar found his rough hands burrowing under your clothes. 

You had an iron grip on his wrist as you led one of his expert hands down your trousers, whimpering against his throat.

“It’s too fucking cold.” Tovar grunted in agreement, fingers slipping between your legs to rub your clit. 

“Let me warm you then-” In all the times you’ve laid with the Spaniard, this was the first time you felt the rough skin of his palm slide up your shirt and cup your chest. His hand froze against your skin before he growled, rucking up the fabric of your shirt over your chest. His eyes widened, taking in the piercings that glinted under the moonlight and leaned down, kissing you hard with a moan. 

“Do you mean to kill me woman?” You laugh at his words but it melts into a moan as his fingers curl inside of you while the other hand tugs and twists a nipple between his fingers. “Surely you want me dead.”

“I would never-” You smiled as he kissed down your chest, tongue lathering and worshiping every spot it touched. “-If you died, who would keep me warm?”

You didn’t think about how low you were when you cried out as he swirled his tongue around a pierced nipple before biting down. Pain shifting into hot pleasure as his hands and mouth worked simultaneously to bring you closer to the edge. 

He pulled away with a pop, breathing heavy and eyes wild as he stared down at you. “Nobody.” He answered, fingers curling and pushing you under hot waves of pleasure that kept rolling, uncaring if it was too much for you to handle. 

“No other man will keep you warm, or bring you pleasure.” The coil in your body was pulled tighter and tighter until it snapped, Tovar, the bastard, lets his fingers push you over the edge while he bit and sucked on the skin of your chest. Usually he would silence you with his own mouth, drowning out your cries of pleasure in a harsh kiss. 

But not tonight. He wanted them all to hear. Every other man in your group, and the next town over and the one after that. To let them all know that he was the only man to bring you such ecstasy, to see the wicked metal in your skin that was burned into his brain like a cruel brand. 

He’d have you scream it loud enough for the gods to hear him if he could. 

He was yours to use, and you were his to keep warm. 

Frankie 

This one is in the Frankie & BB universe, where reader is a camgirl that frankie falls for! Link for the intro hc post is here

Frankie had seen you topless the first night he met you. 

Well..the first night he saw your streams, of course. He was no stranger to women with piercings. He’d dating girls with nose rings and belly button piercings, even a pierced tongue once, but never did he find himself enamored with pierced nipples. 

Before he met you that is. 

Now he fantasizes about worshiping you, covering your chest in kisses and bites. Taking the pierced skin between his teeth with a gentle nip and savoring the way you breathe out his name and tangle your fingers in his hair. 

The way you’d look down at him beneath your lashes with that sweet smile before wrapping your legs around his waist, locking him in that spot for as long as you deem right. He’d want to stay in that moment forever. 

But those were fantasies, perverted little dreams that lived in his head while he watched you touch your chest on camera with a coy smile. He knew the feeling of your skin beneath his was something he’d never get to truly cherish. 

Until he finds himself two months later in your apartment with you sprawled out beneath him on your bed, his hands under your hoodie and marveling at the way you sing for him while he worships the smooth skin he’d longed for. 

Ezra

You had been working with ezra for a few cycles before the tension finally blew over one night. You grew fond of his fanciful stories, always painting such a vivid picture with his vast vernacular and slight southern lilt. Though you’d often tease him for his “Motormouth” as you called him, you enjoyed listening to his smooth voice paint stories as you worked.

He grew fond of your warm smiles and your laugh, oh your sweet laugh. He’d spend his life telling you stories if it meant you would never stop laughing. Such a sweet soul you were, he didn’t think the life of a harvester was one you were meant for. But you worked hard and plentiful, so much he asked if you wished to continue to work together. After the loss of his arm he could use the extra help on jobs, not that he enjoyed to admit it, and you were a pleasure to be around. 

The way your face lit up as if you had found the queens lair made his heart tie into a knot. 

“I’d like that motormouth.”

It was the same night you found the courage to kiss him. 

Ezra soon melted into the kiss, letting his tongue slip past your lips and his hand grabbing anywhere on you he could reach. You tangled your hands in his hair, pulling away only for a moment to pant out-

“Bed?”

Which is how Ezra found himself lying in his cot, flat on his back with you straddling him and kissing his neck. 

“I will admit I’ve thought of you in such a position many times but-” He let out a smooth chuckle when your hands pushed his shirt up his body. “-never did I believe it would actually happen under these circumstances.”

You had some smart remark on your tongue, but lost it as you pushed his shirt up to see the pierced skin of his chest. 

His hand rubbed circles on your waist as you stared at him with your mouth agape. “Have I rendered you speechless, sweet gem?” He has the air of a prize show dog, eyes confident and practically preening under your gaze. “We were just beginning to have fun.”

“No I just-” You shook your head with a light laugh. Your hands removed themselves from his shirt to pull at your own. 

“I didn't think we’d match, is all.”

You quickly shed your top, throwing it into some darkened corner of the room as Ezra took in the sight of your bare chest, soft and each nipple sporting silver bars that matched his own. 

A big grin grew on his face as he pulled you down for a heated kiss. His hand quickly grabbed and tugged at your chest while you did the same to him, both moaning in praise of the heavy touches. 

“It seems we must be made for one another, gentle soul.” He leans down and takes your nipples into his mouth while tugging on the other. The once lone harvester cherishes the way your moans seem to echo through the cot, a song sung for him and only him. 

One he hoped he could make you sing again. 

Maxwell & Valerie Lord 

This one is in the universe of my fic Rip Out Our Seams and Stitch Us Together, focusing on not only you and Maxwell, but his wife as well! Not super important to this because it’s only hc but Poly fic obvi. Chapter one ink is here if you're interested.

Maxwell and Valerie found out before they ever had you in bed. Valerie had been the first to find out actually, and all but sang about it the moment she got home to her dear husband. 

She was at your shop, as she usually was during the day. That day she had huffed and puffed about some “friend” that was less of a friend and more of a nuisance, but one she kept around anyways. You listened to her berate the woman as you hemmed a sundress with a smile, occasionally chiming in here and there with your own words on the dreaded socialite, causing the ice queen herself to laugh and smile. 

“See!” She pointed to you with a congratulatory grin. “This is why you're my fucking favorite!”

You shook your head and stood up, moving to the next article of clothing to alter. A tux that needed to be taken in. 

But as you stepped to grab the suit jacket, you lost your footing on a wire that poked out front the carpet and stumbled. Luckily you caught yourself before falling to the floor, but not without your shirt, which was buttoned dangerously low in the way that Valerie and her husband loved, shifted and got the richest woman in D.C a quick peek at the bare, brown, skin that she dreamed of for months. 

She took in a sharp breath, taking her bottom lip between her teeth to hide any noises made at the quick reveal. 

Piercings? My oh my you were full of surprises. 

She covered her reaction well enough it seemed. After shifting your shirt with no words, you sat back down and began to mark the jacket with tailors chalk. 

Unknowing that Valerie’s heart beat against her ribs like the wings of a hummingbird. 

The moment she got home she called Maxwell’s office and insisted she speak to her husband that instant, who was currently in the middle of a meeting. 

His secretary, a replacement for the one before that she loathed, was quick to transfer her to her husband. 

“Darling-” His voice was gentle but scolding, no doubt looking up at the men in the room with him. “I’m a bit busy at the moment, but I’ll speak to you later, alright?”

“Oh?” Her voice was full of faux innocence that her husband knew he was going to dread picking up the phone. “So you don’t want to know what I saw when I visited our girl?”

At the mention of you, Maxwell shifted in his chair. 

Our girl. Hearing his wife say those sweet words send his heart into a frenzy. Truthfully you were what brought them back together, showing them a way of love they didn’t know they had for each other as well as you. 

Something you didn’t even know you did for them. 

“And what’s that my dear?”

 He held up a finger to the men in the room with an apologetic smile. It was returned with patient nods and absent minded waves, insisting he continue his phone call. 

Of course they wouldn’t tell him to hang up. He was Maxwell fucking Lord. 

“Well-” his wife purred, his voice causing a strain in his trousers. “Today, I caught a little peek.”

Maxwell cleared his throat. 

“Not on purpose of course.” She further explained, wrapping the telephone cord around her finger as she spoke. “But she tripped, stumbled a bit and well-” His wife sighed, letting her head fall back as she closed her eyes in memory. “Oh she looked so soft Maxie, you should’ve been there.”

“It certainly sounds like it.” Maxwell’s mind ran rampant with the image alone of seeing you in such disarray, his wife sultry tone did nothing to quell the fire. “Now if we can continue this conversation when I get home-”

“She’s pierced too.”

Maxwell pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to feign annoyance in front of the other men so they didn’t see the way he gripped the phone so hard it nearly cracked in his grip. “Excuse me?”

Valerie hummed. “You heard me handsome. Pierced. She looks so pretty with it.” He could hear the little hitch in her breath that told him she was just as unraveled as he was by the news. “I bet it feels so nice to tug on and touch, oh fuck.”

Of course she didn’t have to hide it. 

“Type?” His voice was even and composure cool even as his mind was flooding with images, fantasies that he’d do anything to make a reality. 

The love of his life, his queen and fucking she-demon in life simply giggled. 

“Come home and I’ll tell you all about them.” She blew a kiss into the receiver before hanging up. 

Maxwell sighed, masking himself in great aggravation and fatigue at the phone call. 

“I’m afraid I’ll have to reschedule this meeting gentlemen.” He rolled his eyes. “My wife is practically in pieces and insists I come home to take care of her this instant. I’m so sorry for all the trouble.”

A man in a cheap suit chuckled and waved the CEO off. “Nonsense Mr.Lord, we all know how it can be with women.”

He knew damn well none of these schmucks knew how it could be with his women. 

Maxwell sighed and hung his head. “Isn’t that the truth boys.”

A few handshakes later and a stern order to his secretary and he was walking down the steps of his building to the car waiting for him outside. The moment he got in he slammed the door shut hard enough the car itself shook and he fished out two hundred dollars from his wallet. 

“Sir?” Daniels, his driver spoke warily. Maxwell let out a shaking breath, running a hand through his blonde locks and pulling his shoulders back before turning to his driver with a harsh stare.

“Get me home in the next five minutes and this money is yours.”

#maxwell lord #maxwell lord x reader #Maxwell Lord x Valarie Lord x reader #valerie lord #valerie lord x reader #Oberyn Martell #oberyn martell x reader #Oberyn Martell x Ellaria Sand #Oberyn Martell x reader x ellaria sand #ellaria sand #ellaria sand x reader #ezra prospect #ezra x reader #ezra prospect x reader #Din djarin x reader #din djarin #the mandolarian #the mandalorian x reader #pero tovar x reader #pero tovar #tovar x reader #the great wall #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales #francisco morales #francisco morales x reader #ROOSASUT #frankie & bb #catfish morales #catfish x reader

[some-dr-writings]

Master list

Quick note: ✨ just signal certain works as my personal recommendation because I think it was written particularly well or I personal like it especially. 💖 means I think it’d both written well and I especially am fond of it. I like most all my works, but some I feel stand out or I just have a soft spot for and would like to highlight them.

Danganronpa 2 characters

Hajime Hinata:

Sings to comfort his S/O (imagine)

Comforts his M!S/O after a sleep paralysis episode (imagine)

💖 x SHSL Military General (imagine)

x Childhood Best Friend Reader/Red String of Fate AU (oneshot)

x affectionate SHSL Wedding Planner (imagine)

x intimidating looking but sweet S/O (imagine)

x Prince-like Male S/O (imagine)

’s S/O comes out as asexual (imagine)

x Chronically sick S/O (imagine)

    Izuru Kamukura:

Being affectionate back to his affectionate S/O (imagine)

And his small, shy S/O (imagine)

With a chubby S/O insecure about their weight (imagine)

Comforts his S/O after they break their arm (imagine)

x Nagito x Shy! S/O polyrelationship headcannons (imagine)

💖 x SHSL Military General (imagine)

x Childhood Best Friend Reader/Red String of Fate AU (oneshot)

x affectionate SHSL Wedding Planner (imagine)

x intimidating looking but sweet S/O (imagine)

✨ fluff, no plot, just fluff (imagine)

 x Nagito x SHSL Chess Master (imagine)

S/O braids his hair (imagine)

x SHSL Baker (imagine)

Nagito Komaeda:

x Reader love at first sight (imagine)

✨ Comforts a depressed reader (imagine)

x Reader with the same talent as him get crushes for one another (imagine)

x Izuru x Shy! S/O polyrelationship headcannons (imagine)

✨ x SHSL Military General Reader (imagine)

x depressed, imaginative S/O (imagine) 

✨ and his little feisty sibling (imagine)

✨ ’s crush likes napping on his lap during breaks (imagine)

Comforts his S/O through their migraine (imagine)

and his friend pass notes in class (imagine)

x intimidating looking but sweet S/O (imagine)

x affectionate S/O who can’t handle receiving affection (imagine)

’s S/O comes out as asexual (imagine)

✨ x Chronically sick S/O (imagine)

x Izuru x SHSL Chess Master (imagine)

x Prince-like male S/O (imagine)

’s S/O can’t convey their feelings (imagine)

’s S/O got sick running around in the rain and attempt to sneak out (imagine)

x SHSL Therapist during the Killing Game (imagine)

???

Imposter:

With a chubby S/O insecure about their weight (imagine)

x intimidating looking but sweet S/O (imagine) 

Gundham Tanaka:

Cooking with his S/O (imagine)

💖x Reader First Date (one-shot)

Mangaka S/O wants to draw him (imagine)

✨ Makes a friend out of a socially awkward reader (imagine)

✨ Comforts a stressed reader who feel like they can't make progress in anything (imagine)

And Ibuki being siblings (imagine)

💖Gets Hanahaki (imagine)

Friends with a reckless reader who freezes when anxious (imagine)

✨ Cuddling headcannons (imagine)

SHSL Ice Skater who breaks their ankle while skating (imagine)

With a chubby S/O insecure about their weight (imagine)

Comforts his S/O after they break their arm (imagine)

x Tattoo artiest Reader (imagine)

✨ 's Tsundere S/O got into a fight (Imagine)

✨ Gundham x Reader fluff, just fluff, no plot (imagine)

x SHSL Playwright Reader (one-shot)

 x Ultimate Pickpocket (imagine) 

Comforts his S/O through their migraine (imagine)

Helps Reader do their physical therapy (imagine)

x intimidating looking but sweet S/O (imagine)

x falsely accused as the blackened Reader (imagine)

’s S/O steals his clothes (imagine)

and Mod Gundham’s Friendship headcannons (imagine)

x thieving troublemaker S/O (imagine)

Kazuichi Soda:

Mangaka S/O wants to draw him (imagine)

Friends with a reckless reader who freezes when anxious (imagine)

Comforts his S/O after they break their arm (imagine)

✨ 's Tsundere S/O got into a fight (Imagine)

x intimidating looking but sweet S/O (imagine)

’s S/O steals his clothes (imagine)

x Blind Reader (imagine)

x Mercenary Reader (imagine)

Teruteru Hanamura:

Cooking with his S/O (imagine)

Meets F!S/O who likes his flirting and flirts back but is asexual (imagine)

💖 x M!Reader who doesn't realize Teru keeps confessing his feelings (one-shot)

✨ Teruteru grows a crush on a tough but kind reader (imagine)

✨ Finds Reader wearing one of his oversized hoodies (imagine)

Bakes a cake for his SHSL Baker S/O’s birthday (imagine)

x shy, affection starved Reader 

x intimidating looking but sweet S/O (imagine) 

comforting his S/O after their family member died (imagine)

✨ ’s S/O faints from malnutrition and he visits them in the hospital (imagine)

Nekomaru Nidai:

's Tsundere S/O got into a fight (Imagine)

x intimidating looking but sweet S/O (imagine)

x SHSL Cheerleader (imagine)

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu:

✨ Tries to comfort a depressed reader (imagine)

x intimidating looking but sweet S/O (imagine)

x Reader who won’t confess (imagine)

Akane Owari:

x Prince-like Male S/O (imagine)

Chiaki Nanami:

and Ibuki and Mikan celebrate their new relationship and coming out by going to the salon (imagine)

x S/O who’s scared of touch asking to hold their hand (imagine)

Sonia Nevermind:

✨ Sonia x SHSL Baker Reader: To Bake A Cake (One-shot)

Soina gives Peko and Akane makeovers to help her Mangaka S/O get inspiration (imagine)

✨ x Chronically sick S/O (imagine)

Hiyoko Saionji:

Befriends Mikan and teaches her to stand up for herself (imagine)

Mahiru Koizumi:

empty

Mikan Tsumiki:

✨ Crushing on the SHSL Theatra Actress (imagine)

✨ SHSL Theatra Actress comes out as aromantic (imagine)

and Chiaki and Ibuki celebrate their new relationship and coming out by going to the salon (imagine)

Befriended by Hiyoko and taught how to stand up for herself (imagine)

x Prince-like male S/O (imagine)

Ibuki Mioda:

✨ SHSL Theatra Actress comes out as aromantic (imagine)

And Gundham being siblings (imagine)

Tries encouraging her insecure S/O (imagine)

and Chiaki and Mikan celebrate their new relationship and coming out by going to the salon (imagine)

x SHSL Party Planner Reader (one-shot)

x S/O who’s scared of touch asking to hold their hand (imagine)

Peko Pekoyama:

Friends with a reckless reader who freezes when anxious (imagine)

New Danganronpa v3 characters

Shuichi Saihara:

With his SHSL Survivalist friend/SO (imagine)

x Reader x Kokichi poly relationship headcannons (imagine)

✨ Kaede helps her bofriend Shuichi cope with his trauma through music (imagine)

x Himiko post Danganronpa v3 it was all a lie AU (imagine)

F!S/O pampers him for his birthday (imagine)

✨ SHSL Barista Shuichi x SHSL Detective Reader (One-shot)

Alternate drv3 ending, if Tsumugi failed to kill Rantaro and instead got herself killed in the process (imagine)

Is a cat person but also a dog magnet (imagine)

Relationship headcannons (imagine)

✨ x SHSL Military General Reader (imagine)

Realizing he’s developed a crush on someone headcannons (imagine)

's crush tries to wake him up, but accidentally naps with him instead (imagine)

✨ Comforts his M!S/O after a sleep paralysis episode (imagine)

x SHSL Gambler (imagine)

’s S/O likes to give him random kisses (imagine)

✨ ’s crush likes napping on his lap during breaks (imagine)

fluff, no plot, just fluff (imagine)

x SHSL Mind Reader (imagine)

Touch starved Shuichi x Affectionate Reader (imagine)

x SHSL Toy Maker (imagine)

x thieving troublemaker S/O (imagine)

Kaito Momota:

With his SHSL Survivalist friend/SO (imagine)

✨ Cuddling headcannons (imagine)

's crush tries to wake him up, but accidentally naps with him instead (imagine)

gets Reader’s motive video, revealing no one in the outside world cares about them (imagine)

x SHSL Toy Maker (imagine)

✨’s S/O got sick running around in the rain and attempt to sneak out (imagine)

Ryoma Hoshi:

With his SHSL Survivalist friend/SO (imagine)

✨ Cooking with his S/O (imagine)

x Kaede headcanons (imagine)

gets Reader’s motive video, revealing no one in the outside world cares about them (imagine)

SHSL Lucky Student S/O beats him a tennis with their talent (imagine)

’s S/O steals his clothes (imagine)

wants to play tennis with his asthmatic S/O, who he doesn’t know has asthma (imagine)

x SHSL Toy Maker (imagine)

Rantaro Amami:

With his SHSL Survivalist friend/SO (imagine)

Alternate drv3 ending, if Tsumugi failed to kill Rantaro and instead got herself killed in the process (imagine)

x Fussy SHSL Model Reader: A Reunion (One-shot)

x Reader with Hanahaki (imagine) 

and his S/O find out they have the same Ultimate during the killing game (imagine)

x reader Royalty/Masquerade AU (imagine)

Has a crush on a shy Reader who's a little intimidated by him (imagine)

✨ x SHSL Military General Reader (imagine)

Sings to comfort his S/O (imagine)

✨ Comforts his M!S/O after a sleep paralysis episode (imagine)

x SHSL Gambler (imagine)

Comforts his S/O through their migraine (imagine)

x affectionate S/O who can’t handle receiving affection (imagine)

x Blind Reader (imagine)

✨ x Mercenary Reader (imagine)

x SHSL Baker (imagine)

x SHSL Toy Maker (imagine)

’s S/O can’t convey their feelings (imagine)

’s S/O got sick running around in the rain and attempt to sneak out (imagine)

x thieving troublemaker S/O (imagine)

x S/O who’s scared of touch asking to hold their hand (imagine)

???

Gonta Gokuhara:

With his SHSL Survivalist friend/SO (imagine)

x Kokichi domestic fluff (imagine)

✨ Gonta x Botanist Reader with a hobby of candy making (One-shot)

x SHSL Toy Maker (imagine)

Kokichi Oma:

With his SHSL Survivalist friend/SO (imagine)

x Reader x Shuichi poly relationship headcannons (imagine)

💖 Affection starved Kokichi x SHSL Dancer Reader (One-shot)

Alternate drv3 ending, if Tsumugi failed to kill Rantaro and instead got herself killed in the process (imagine)

✨ x SHSL Psychologist Reader (imagine)

Kiss headcannons (imagine)

💖 Gets Hanahaki (imagine)

💖✨💖Phantom thief Kokichi x undercover Detective Reader (short story/one-shot)💖✨💖

✨ Miu x SHSL Wood Worker Reader Polyrelationship headcannons (imagine)

✨ x SHSL Military General Reader (imagine)

Kokichi constantly flirts with a self-conscious tall and chubby Reader (imagine)

's crush tries to wake him up, but accidentally naps with him instead (imagine)

✨ x SHSL Strategist (imagine)

✨ "helps" Reader to gift Miu the best birthday present (one-shot)

x SHSL Gambler (imagine) 

Grows feelings for Reader during the killing game and tries to deny them (imagine)

Takes a nap with his shy and awkward S/O (imagine)

gets Reader’s motive video, revealing no one in the outside world cares about them (imagine)

’s crush likes napping on his lap during breaks (imagine)

befriends the SHSL Performer (imagine)

fluff, no plot, just fluff (imagine)

✨ x Prince-like Male S/O (imagine)

x Gonta domestic fluff (imagine)

x SHSL Prosecutor (imagine)

x Blind Reader (imagine)

✨ x Mercenary Reader (imagine)

x SHSL Baker (imagine)

x SHSL Toy Maker (imagine)

x SHSL Therapist during the Killing Game (imagine)

Korekiyo Shinguji:

✨ With his SHSL Survivalist friend/SO (imagine)

✨ SHSL Theatra Actress comes out as aromantic (imagine)

Cuddling headcannons (imagine)

x Short SHSL Liberian Reader (imagine)

✨ x SHSL Military General Reader (imagine)

✨ x affectionate S/O who can’t handle receiving affection (imagine)

x SHSL Prosecutor (imagine)

’s S/O steals his clothes (imagine)

x SHSL Toy Maker (imagine)

’s S/O can’t convey their feeling (imagine)

???

Kiibo:

With his SHSL Survivalist friend/SO (imagine)

💖x SHSL Survivalist (One-shot)

Alternate drv3 ending, if Tsumugi failed to kill Rantaro and instead got herself killed in the process (imagine)

✨ Kiibo takes care of sick reader (imagine)

x Reader Red String of Fate AU (one-shot)

x Reader fluff, just fluff, no plot (imagine)

SHSL Baker S/O, Miu and Kokichi try to find the perfect birthday gift (imagine)

✨ Helps Reader with burnt fingers wash their hair (imagine)

✨ 's crush tries to wake him up, but accidentally naps with him instead/ tries to help his crush get sleep (imagine)

x SHSL Strategist (imagine)

gets Reader’s motive video, revealing no one in the outside world cares about them (imagine)

x SHSL Toy Maker (imagine)

Kaede Akamastu:

x Ryoma headcannons (imagine)

Looks after her deceased S/O's dog after they die in the killing game (imagine)

✨ Kaede helps her boyfriend Shuichi cope with his trauma through music (imagine)

Alternate drv3 ending, if Tsumugi failed to kill Rantaro and instead got herself killed in the process (imagine)

Her S/O comes out as transgender to her (imagine)

x SHSL Toy Maker (imagine)

Kirumi Tojo:

Looks after her deceased S/O's dog after they die in the killing game (imagine)

x SHSL Military General (imagine)

x SHSL Toy Maker (imagine)

Himiko Yumeno:

Looks after her deceased S/O's dog after they die in the killing game (imagine)

x Shuichi post drv3 it as all a lie AU (imagine)

x Reader: It’ll Work Out in the End (one-shot)

x SHSL Toy Maker (imagine)

Maki Harukawa:

Looks after her deceased S/O's dog after they die in the killing game (imagine)

x SHSL Toy Maker (imagine)

and her protective best friend celebrate her birthday: Have Your Cake and Eat it Too (one-shot)

Tenko Chabashira:

Looks after her deceased S/O's dog after they die in the killing game (imagine)

gets confused by her nonbinary S/O (imagine)

’s excitable and energetic S/O can’t keep her surprise birthday party a secret (imagine)

x SHSL Toy Maker (imagine)

receives unsigned love letters (imagine)

Tsumugi Shirogane:

Looks after her deceased S/O's dog after they die in the killing game (imagine)

x SHSL Fictional Character Analyst (imagine)

Alternate drv3 ending, if Tsumugi failed to kill Rantaro and instead got herself killed in the process (imagine)

x SHSL Toy Maker (imagine)

Angie Yonaga:

Looks after her deceased S/O's dog after they die in the killing game (imagine)

x SHSL Toy Maker (imagine)

Miu Iruma:

Looks after her deceased S/O's dog after they die in the killing game (imagine)

✨ Kokichi x SHSL Wood Worker Reader Polyrelationship headcannons (imagine)

x childhood friend Reader (one-shot)

Robot reader confesses their feelings (imagine)

x SHSL Toy Maker (imagine)

x Prince-like male S/O (imagine)

#hajime hinata #izuru kamukura #nagito komaeda #imposter #gundham tanaka #kazuichi soda #teruteru hanamura #nekomaru nidai #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #akane owari #chiaki nanami #sonia nevermind #hiyoko saionji #mahiru koizumi #mikan tsumiki #ibuki mioda #peko pekoyama #shuichi saihara #kaito momota #ryoma hoshi #rantaro amami #gonta gokuhara #kokichi oma #kokichi ouma #korekiyo shinguji #kiibo #keebo #kaede akamatsu #kirumi tojo #himiko yumeno

[jostenneil]

idk why but whenever you mention misery romance I always laugh because I’m like that. Whenever I read a romance shojo manga I always look forward to the conflict and the different ways lovers hurt each other. as much as I like wholesome couples, I like things to be shaken up a bit. Do you have any favorite miserable romance pairs?

just going to do short summaries with these since i have quite a few  

tesadora and perri / the lumatere chronicles / when they were kids he tried to drown her and she carved a permanent scar into his forehead bc their peoples were severely at odds with each other and there’s just. so much misery it’s so good “we’d do cruel things to each other” and every time i evaporate 

eugenides and irene / the queen’s thief / enjoyment of this series rests entirely upon going into it unspoiled but here’s a banger quote “i have been living with your grief and your rage and your pain ever since. i don’t think - i don’t think i had felt anything for a long time before that, but those emotions at least were familiar to me” 

narnie and jude / jellicoe road / what happens when your parents die in a car crash and then all that’s left is your brother and the three friends you make except over the years everyone leaves or dies and what’s left is just you and a boy who can’t forgive each other for surviving 

marco and connie / gangsta. / sometimes love is leaving the mercenary life behind bc seeing a girl cry after you kill her parents rattles you to your core and you spend every waking day after resolving to do better and she’s got anger and hope enough to hold you to that standard, to “a terrible curse to carry” 

sasuke and sakura / naruto / we’ve already been over this but i think het hero worship is sexy! love it when girls are hopelessly in love with traumatized boys who make them cry and they have to suck it up and keep moving forward all the while their heart is breaking 

bruce and talia / dc / extension of the above! sometimes romance is you and the dashing, brooding hero who swoops in to save you on occasion but is too emotionally unreliable to follow through all the way, so you save yourself and shelter yourself within the walls of your own heart despite the yearning and aching and knowledge that he loves you eternally

arata and taichi / chihayafuru / when the new kid in town is poor and you make fun of his pants and push him into a puddle but then somehow get roped into this weird freaking card game he’s insanely good at and now all you want to do for the next six years is be good enough for him to look at you as an equal. “a boy who showed me his cowardly side” haunts me

kou and aoba / cross game / ah, the inevitable crash and fall into love with a boy whom your sister loved first, before she drowned in a river over the summer at the age of ten, and you said to yourself, i’m going to hate this boy forever, i’m going to hate him for taking away my time with my sister. and then you don’t. you don’t hate him even a little bit 

nate and elena / uncharted / i know tlou is the more famous nd game but frankly idgaf bc no one can give me on-again-off-again trauma drama like these two do. the way she almost died so they got married and then he LEFT? and then they got married again and he decided to go on another suicidal treasure hunt that also nearly broke their marriage like this is coney island by taylor swift ft. the national but as a video game saga 

kakashi and obito / naruto / sorry to bring another naruto ship into this list but i simply feel like people die so often on the hill of narusasu when they don’t even come close to these two. like obito gave kakashi his freaking eye as he was dying and then kakashi killed the love of his life, and obito still had enough grace to go for the kill with minato first instead 

the mcs’ polycule / wolf’s rain / there’s just a perfect element of misery romance in being a wolf who honors your friends by snapping their necks when they’re on the verge of death and want to go out of the world without suffering for long. a tragic tenderness if you will 

suou and munakata / k project / i will be honest i hardly even remember the plot of this anymore it’s been like a decade since i watched it but you know when you’re constantly fighting each other to the death and one of you dies in the other’s arms, that’s always great misery romance. also spoilers ig lol now you gotta figure out which one dies :)

tsumugu and chisaki / a lull in the sea / when all of your friends and family are frozen underwater bc of the whims of a sea god! and you are the only one left on the surface! and a boy and his family take you in and you fall for him all the while but your heart resists and resists bc there’s a boy whom you love still left under the sea, not growing up while you do! and the boy on the surface loves you and waits for you anyway! GOD

kurogane and fai / clamp / every other clamp series has tragic gays but imo they are the best like there’s just so many blood pacts made between these two. it’s always a unique brand of misery romance when you give away parts of yourself to ensure another person’s survival and all they can do for a while is loathe you for it, bc they don’t believe themselves worthy of surviving 

my head kinda hurts now but this is like a starter pack ig. maybe one day i can come up with more gjfkldhlgf

#mine:recs #asks

[thetriggeredhappy]

Okay so that last one with scout losing snipes broke my heart into a zillion pieces so... What if sniper never died? Maybe he was badly hurt and is hiding somewhere... -🐑

i really like how you people keep doing this thing where you’re like “hey what if you ripped my whole heart out and stomped on it” then i do because you literally asked and you're all “owie :( ouch owie :( can i have a band-aid now” like it’s funny every time

(warnings for mention of firearms and discussion of severe life-threatening injury)

-

His contract expired.

Somewhere along the line—wonder when?—apparently his work had gotten ‘sloppy’. He’d gotten ‘erratic’. So six years after what all happened, when his contract was up to be renewed, Miss Pauling gently urged him to let it expire and to just head home.

It wasn’t like he had a good reason not to. He didn’t particularly get along with any of the team (anymore). A few of them had come and gone—Pyro apparently got reassigned somewhere and was gone overnight, and at some point Demo decided to leave mercenary work altogether to get a real, proper, legally sound job somewhere. Both of them had been replaced.

Their new Sniper wasn’t as polite as—

She was even more of a recluse, although she got along alright with Heavy sometimes. She was also Russian, which probably helped. And Scout felt a little bad about how much he hated her. She couldn’t help what happened. It wasn’t her fault. She was just picking up the baton on this job. Someone had to do it.

Mostly he just ended up avoiding her. And everyone else.

Exactly once he’d tried to take up dating again. Someone had gotten particularly sweet when he was out at a bar, and they’d flirted for a little while, then they’d suggested they both head somewhere else, and that they had a car if he wanted to—

He quietly stammered his way through a refusal. The vague guilt and unease reached a head the second he thought about getting in a car.

He’d needed to sell his car and get a motorcycle instead, at some point. The idea of getting in a vehicle had become an irrational fear, after he’d seen a picture of the wreckage, smelled the acrid smoke on the salvaged belongings.

That was one reason he took a plane home and had all his stuff shipped separately.

That meant that it was a few days of wearing only his old clothes when he got back, waiting for the rest to show up. And those were a little hard to squeeze into, he’d really been a lanky fuck before he became a mercenary.

The only thing he had at home that fit right was the suit, left there hanging in his closet to get eaten by moths.

The suit and the boxes of things were all shoved into the far side of his closet, and they stayed that way. He felt like maybe he wouldn’t ever be ready to look at them again, and in the meantime, they just made him feel guilty.

For the first two months after he got off work, he didn’t really do much. He stayed home, stayed out of trouble. Put his things away, sorted through what he wanted to keep and what he could just get rid of, either selling it or scrapping it if it was just kinda garbage. He tried to catch up with his brothers a little bit, the ones left in Boston still, but he didn’t get very far, feeling weird and disconnected.

After two months, he finally felt bad about Ma constantly tip-toeing around the topic of employment or hobbies (not that he needed to worry about those—he had enough money saved to not worry about much of anything until he was like, eighty), and he started trying to look for work, or maybe just something to keep him busy. For a month or so he looked into becoming a bartender, but the hours were a little weird. He thought about trying to get into doing baseball on some professional level, but he was getting a little old to be going into it for the first time since his late teens and early twenties. He very briefly looked into doing the cartoons for the newspaper—he was pretty good at art by then—before he found out they would require some amount of actual schooling for it.

So he ended up latching onto that, and started heading to the library five or six days a week to spend a few hours there studying to get his GED. His Ma supported him wholeheartedly on it, and got around to telling him, about a month into his new routine, that she was really glad he found something to do, something he wanted, that he’d just seemed so miserable, before, waiting around for something to happen.

Maybe she was right. He was waiting around for something to happen. He got the speech from Miss P—“ten years following your departure from the team, you and anyone nearby you will be kept in the system, and if there’s anyone who tries to bring you harm we’ll catch them before they can, and here’s a phone number to call if anything suspicious happens that you want looked into”. To him, that meant “someone might try and kill you”. So he did stay strapped when he went places, looked over his shoulder, kept an eye on doors and other potential exits.

So when he got back from the library one day and saw a car parked out in front of the house, at least he was prepared.

He thought fast. Kept driving past the house and parked a little ways down the block—he could drive the bike back later, it didn’t matter. He unlocked the door as quietly as he could, pushed it open with his shoulder, pistol drawn and cocked, falling back into old habits maybe a little too easily considering he hadn’t been a mercenary for almost a year and a half.

Voices from the living room—not from the TV, and not Ma on the phone, because he could also hear the TV, and there was a commercial playing that he recognized, one that didn’t involve Ma and a second, much deeper voice.

He steadied his hands, rolled his shoulders, and stepped into the room, leveling his gun directly at the head of the person within.

First he took stock of the fact that Ma was indeed there, sitting on the couch, looking relatively relaxed and entirely unharmed, if surprised to see him there and also with a gun. Then he took stock of the room, saw that there was only one other person here, the one he was pointing a gun at, the one who had slowly raised his hands up to either side of his head. Potentially unarmed, it was hard to tell with his baggy jacket—

Wait a minute.

Scout frowned, squinted, looking over his face a little more closely as realization started creeping into view.

He tried to imagine, for a second. What exactly would seven years do to a guy?

Maybe he’d end up with his hair growing out a lot longer, from close-cut to hanging down around his ears. Maybe with a beard, relatively clean but still a bit messy in some ways. Maybe he’d get new clothes, his eyes would sink a little bit more, would start to crinkle at the corners. More freckles, more spots maybe. Aged, scarred. Maybe he’d be wearing glasses. Maybe, despite all of that, he wouldn’t look all that different at all.

“...’llo, Bilby,” Sniper said quietly, hopefully, voice rough, and maybe he meant to say more, but he didn’t get the chance, because Scout lowered his gun, marched three steps forward, and slapped him clear across the face.

It was a hefty slap. The smack noise was practically ringing, and his hand stung like a bitch, and he’d hit him hard enough to knock his glasses off to clatter across the floor, and his head snapped back at the force of it, and the noise he made was satisfyingly pained.

“Right. Probably deserve that,” he croaked, and maybe he meant to say more, but he didn’t get the chance, because Scout tucked back away his gun, grabbed Sniper by the sides of his head, and kissed him square on the mouth.

It was a hard kiss, hard enough that he got Sniper to do that thing where he made an undignified little squeaky noise of surprise, caught off guard by it. He only melted forward for a second or two before Scout was pulling back away again.

“You fucking piece of shit son of a bitch cunt I’m gonna fucking kill you,” Scout practically snarled.

“Jeremy,” his Ma admonished from the couch.

“He’s right,” Sniper said weakly.

“I’m gonna kill you,” Scout insisted, just as fiercely. “What the fuck happened to you?!”

“There was a—“ Sniper started explaining, but Scout cut him off.

“Car bomb between 2:45 and 2:50 PM twenty minutes away from the nearest city limits,” he listed off, “I know that, but what—seven fucking years, Snipes!”

“I know,” Sniper said, voice flimsy. “First two years were recovery and physical therapy, next four were trying to get legal papers and apply for a visa to get back into the States again.”

“That bad?” Scout asked, still angry but faltering.

“Needed reconstructive surgery on... most of the left side of my body. Lost some teeth,” he said, and tugged his lip back on one side to show him where three teeth, the three behind the canines, were a slightly different color, then dropped his hand again. “Plenty of scars. Might be, er... missing a lot of those freckles you liked. And... voice comes and goes sometimes. But, Australian miracle medicine, I’m much better than I was.”

“You grew your hair out,” Scout noted next, carding his hands up through it.

Sniper laughed. “Lost half my teeth and needed a new coat of paint on the whole left of me, and you’re worried about my hair?” he chided.

“It’s just new, thought you hated it getting long,” Scout shrugged.

“Y’know,” his Ma said, sounding all too amused by the proceedings, approaching with Sniper’s glasses and handing them over to him, “you’re lucky you showed me those pictures all those years ago, Jeremy. Otherwise, strange guy shows up at our door askin’ about your work name and all, I would’a started blasting.”

She nodded meaningfully towards the table beside the couch, and Scout saw that indeed she had a gun there, taken from its place where he kept it stashed by the door as a “just in case”.

“Thanks, Ma,” he said, smiling a little.

“No problem, sweetheart,” she said, and patted him on the arm. She glanced between him and Sniper and scooped up the firearm from the table. “I’ll just go put this away,” she said, and left the two of them alone.

“Would’ve been easier to track you down if you’d given me more to go on than ‘southern Boston’,” Sniper said, eyebrows rising. “And if I didn’t need to be so careful about how I asked.”

“Huh?”

Sniper’s expression fell a little, and he raised his hand to fix his hair where Scout had mussed it up. “Look, you know the rules. Employer keeps an eye out for us for years after we leave. That means if I asked through my usual methods of tracking people down, that’d send up flashing red lights somewhere. So I... needed to take extra precautions.”

“Miss P told me they took care of the guys that tried to kill you,” Scout said, frowning.

“I went off radar for almost two years without official leave,” Sniper murmured. “And it wasn’t on purpose, but I don’t think they’d believe that. They might try and kill me if they find out I’m still alive. I’m a loose end.”

Scout’s heart dropped.

“Only cut it close once,” Sniper said, gaze falling. “But that was enough for Miss Pauling to get in contact with me, to try to talk to me. I... I told her I’m done, I’m out of mercenary work, and... just as a precaution I have to do a few things now. Check in on the regular. I wear this,” he said, pushing his sleeve up to show off a bulky device on his wrist, bigger than a watch. “It’s tracker. Makes sure I’m only in the places I say I’m going. Had to get a visa by myself, get transportation by myself, and it cut my protection time in half so now I’ve had to hire on someone to guard my parents and keep them safe, but now she’ll keep it secret that I’m alive. They’ll stop looking for me in two years, and if by then I’m still playing by the rules, I’m free. Back to normal life.”

“She said it was okay that you be here?” Scout asked. “In the same city as me? She wasn’t worried about that?”

“Told her why I was coming here,” Sniper shrugged.

“And what’d you tell her?” Scout asked softly.

They looked at each other.

“I... didn’t want to assume,” Sniper said quietly, carefully, looking over his face. “That you’d... I, I understand if you’ve moved on. Seven years, declared dead—“

“I didn’t,” Scout said just as quietly.

Sniper gave a breathless little laugh, cupping his face. “Bilby, I told you to,” he tried.

“Well, so-rry,” Scout said next, throat a little tight, hands on his hips, “Mister—Mister Legally Dead. Sorry I didn’t jump into speed dating the second I got the news. What, you—you wanted me to have kids by now?”

“Wouldn’t blame you,” Sniper shrugged, and kissed him, and pulled back away. “But... I’m glad you didn’t.”

“Well I’m glad you’re glad,” Scout mumbled, and kissed him, and pulled back away. “So...?”

Sniper was smiling, wide and unashamed. “So one day at a time,” he said quietly. “We can talk about it more in a bit. First, mind if I use your phone?”

“Why?”

“Meant to call in to check with Pauling in—“ He glanced around to find the clock in the room. “—three minutes or so. And... I ought to tell her I’ve made progress. And... that we’re sorting out details. Might call you over to talk to her too.”

“Yeah, go ahead. Hallway by the kitchen,” Scout directed, and kissed him again, and again, and again, until Sniper urged him down and off before he was late calling in.

He found himself in the kitchen, looking out the window. Ma was unloading the dishwasher and humming. In the hallway, the sound of talking, long pauses, more talking.

“He seems nice,” Ma said quietly, and shot Scout a smile, and Scout smiled too.

“He was—is,” he corrected quickly, flinching a little bit.

“How you feelin’?” Ma asked.

Scout looked down, crossed his arms over himself. “Y’know how in movies there’s that bit people do, all “feels too good to be true” or whatever?”

“Uh huh.”

“Kinda the opposite. It feels... like him being gone wasn’t real. And now stuff is real again.”

“Like you woke up?”

“...Yeah. Yeah, exactly,” Scout confirmed.

“I could tell,” Ma admitted, and stretched to reach the cabinet to put things away once they were good and dry. “Been a zombie since you got back, seems like maybe you’ve been a zombie for a while.”

Scout moved over to help, taking the dishes that belonged in the higher shelves and starting to put those away. “Sheesh, was I seriously that obvious?”

“It was pretty bad.”

“...Is that, like... normal? Or... healthy?” Scout asked carefully.

Ma laughed. “Sweetheart, how should I know?”

“But you know, like, everything.”

Ma pinched him on the cheek at the compliment and he squawked a complaint, and she laughed.

“I don’t know if it’s healthy,” she finally replied. “And... maybe it’s not about whether it’s healthy. Maybe... it’s just one step. And, hey, it worked out, didn’t it?”

“Yeah,” he agreed, and smiled. “Yeah, it did.”

“Bilby,” Sniper called, leaning in to look through the door to the kitchen, phone cord visibly all stretched out. “Wants to talk to you.”

Miss Pauling ran through a brief check to make sure he was indeed Scout, then asked a series of questions. Whether he felt safe with being around Sniper on the regular. Whether Sniper would be staying with him on the regular, and the fact that instead of extending security to cover him, she’d need to just go more lax on Scout’s security to make sure Sniper wasn’t found out.

He was fine with that. All of that.

After the phone call, after a few more questions, he dragged Sniper upstairs and flung open the door to his closet, digging through the dusty old boxes with purpose. Then he was pulling out an item and shoving it directly into Sniper’s chest.

Sniper put his hat back on, and Scout couldn’t help but yank him down into another kiss at the wave of nostalgia and familiarity as Sniper nudged his glasses up and looked at him and asked if it was on crooked, the same way he’d said a hundred times before, a hundred years ago.

And, hopefully, he’d say it a billion more times, for a billion more years. Scout would make sure of it.

#sniperscout #speeding bullet #tf2 #team fortress 2 #shut up me #everybody talks #my fanfiction

[anotherisodope]

Master List of Fallout Canon and Canon AU Muses

Fallout 3

Charon

A gigantic, forbidding-looking, brainwashed badass of a ghoul whose protection, and combat services, are tied to the holder of his very high-ticket contract. Nobody knows who the organization was that Ahzrukhal purchased his contract from, how long he was in their service, or what horrors he was subjected to in the process of making him what he is. He isn’t talking, if he remembers at all. But despite the mental cage he is in, Charon constantly seeks ways to assert himself, follow his personal code, and prevent his own exploitation--or avenge it. A highly trained commando with a preference for mid-range weapons such as his combat shotgun, he lives for a good fight, and becomes bored and restless if his guns go cold too long. He’s got great instincts and is very protective--but is mentally and socially stunted, is observant enough to recognize that on some level, and is frustrated by it and his captivity, making him grumpy and sarcastic. He uses very formal language, sometimes with painstaking effort, in part as an attempt to be better understood. Will cause unmitigated chaos to save your life in a fight, then yell at you because you attacked an innocent shopkeeper. Probably not good to give him too many explosives.

Fallout New Vegas (or wherever)

Robert Edwin House (postgame AU)

One of the most brilliant men ever to be born into the prewar world, Robert House is the owner and primary programmer and inventor of RobCo Industries, which is responsible for everything from Fallout’s programming language, to most of its robots, to the PipBoy. Calculating the coming thermonuclear war down to a one-day window, House leveraged his tremendous wealth, influence and genius to save his beloved Las Vegas. This included preserving his body on life support while wiring his brain straight into the city’s network and defensive grid. Though not entirely successful, he survived and was able to eventually recreate and defend a walled-city version of the Las Vegas strip: New Vegas. 

The AU

In a twisted version of a Good Karma Courier House playthrough, House won but was convinced by the Courier to make more merciful and thoughtful decisions. However, the Courier then betrayed them at the eleventh hour and murdered House’s physical body, leaving everyone convinced that House had died. Details can be found here. However, House had used another contingency program stored aboard the Platinum Chip to enable him to upload his mind to his own network. The Courier ended up fleeing New Vegas. (I am currently working on a description of the fates of various factions in this AU).

After the events of Fallout New Vegas and his takeover of the Hoover Dam, this version of House used code hidden in the chip to make the following changes from current canon:

Recreate a nationwide wireless Internet using freshly activated networking capability in every single Robco product

Make this Internet publicly available through the persona of the benevolent hacker Snow

Escape onto this newly created Internet, gaining access to and potential control of all RobCo products

Use this to access various new bodies, eventually including a pair of comatose synth bodies from failed Railroad memory wipes

Since then, he has been hatching plans all over the former US to steal Institute and Brotherhood of Steel technology--and reclaim as much of his own as he can. While doing this, he is acting through multiple personas. These include two Gen 3 Synth bodies he stole from the Railroad’s comatose “failures”. 

House’s aliases (besides Snow) include 

Edwin “Ed” Case (Gen 3 synth body, former infiltrator), a brilliant repairman and roboticist operating in the Commonwealth who recently did a lot of repair and upgrade work at the Memory Den. Closest to House in voice and diction, but significantly less of an asshole. Always has at least two combat-capable robots with him. 

Daniel Mason (Gen 3 synth body, former courser), recently arrived in New Vegas. Not well known, as this body is largely used for physical infiltration and social engineering, or when House wishes to oversee robotic combat units more directly. Sounds nothing like House but still talks like he ate a thesaurus, though in a much more cool and reserved way. House being House, he has no idea why this body gets so much attention. Armed and dangerous. He is currently acting as House’s lieutenant and enforcer in New Vegas, along with his force of upgraded Securitrons.

He is still working on his Robert House synth body, which needs to be perfect of course...

Because of his activity in the Commonwealth and his ability to reach anywhere his network reaches, House can be interacted with by literally anyone in the Fallout universe circa 2287. Unless your character is in a memory pod or other full-interaction environment, however, you will be interacting via text, via robot, or via one of his two synth personas.

Vulpes Inculta (postgame AU)

One of the most wicked and bloodthirsty of Caesar’s commanders, this former head of the Legion’s Frumentarii was one of the most infamous men in the entire Mojave. Thoroughly and hopelessly indoctrinated in Caesar’s depraved and brutal values, he carried them out with terrifying zeal, sometimes resulting in the destruction of entire communities. Always cool, calculating, wily and in control, he never let anything get in the way of his duties--including his own needs, desires, and safety. His loyalty to Caesar was almost worshipful, and rooted in the belief that he served the actual Son of Mars.

To this end, he even plotted with the Omertas to release poison gas in the opening volley of an attack on the New Vegas strip. Forcibly stripped of any independent moral thought on the matter and thoroughly indoctrinated, he never thought twice about such actions. He served the son of a god, how could his actions not be righteous?

And then Caesar died. And Vulpes lost everything except for his life. And that was only the beginning of his comeuppance.

The AU

After brutally murdering Caesar upon learning that he had lied about his divine heritage and was afflicted with a mortal disease, Lanius took over, and promptly ordered Vulpes’s execution. Vulpes, who had anticipated this, fled, getting as far as he could from the Mojave. He knew that under Lanius’s hand, the Legion would first become a monstrous shadow of itself, and then would fall.

Illusions shattered and shamed by having to run, Vulpes spent years traveling with caravans in disguise as he sought a place to settle. Landing in the Commonwealth, he started carving out a place for himself, but his sense of purpose beyond survival and security was gone.

Worse...with it had gone his certainty that his depraved actions had been necessary and for a good cause, Doubt had crept in, and it kept growing and growing as he reconciled the differences between Caesar’s words and the reality he had lived through. Left to his own thoughts for far too long, and realizing that any remnant of the Legion that still exists will be hunting him, he is starting to crack.

He is very good at hiding this, however, being forced to learn to keep his cool in all kinds of bad situations. And so he has set himself up as a high-end, “independent problem-solver” in Diamond City, handling the kind of bloody and unethical work that would horrify Nick Valentine. But even as a showdown with his horrific karma is brewing internally, so too are external problems and temptations as he gets more and more deeply entangled with the Commonwealth’s Underworld.

Vulpes is a cold-blooded, scheming, psychopathic asshole with a volcano of repressed emotion that really only comes out when he fights. As he does not drink, date, use chems or confide in anyone, violence is and has been his only outlet, which leads to him often charging into dangerous situations with ripper in hand. When he is better under control, he deals with targets through stealth kills of various types. Unlike the vast majority of the Legion he is comfortable with most technology (science as a tagged skill), and has taken even more of an interest since fleeing East. For some reason, neither animals nor wasteland beasts will attack him when he travels alone.

His primary motivation while he wrestles with his many inner demons (which he will never let on about to anyone) is survival. He believes he will soon be the only one left who remembers what the Legion once was, and the higher aims it once strove for (through horrible means, but he doesn’t see that). While he is now hunted by the Legion’s remnants, he believes that he has a duty to survive, and maintain his discipline and his traditions before finding others to spread them among. The problem is, instead of going straight for taking over a settlement or raider gang, he’s dealing with growing doubts about Caesar, who was revealed to be mortal, and what Caesar taught him. This has made him hesitate. However, he is still using the time to gather as much information as possible about the Commonwealth, its people, its factions, and of course, their weaknesses.

Vulpes’ alias: Victor Renard

Victor Renard is a new Upper Stands resident who moved into the Latimer residence after both father and son were presumed killed by Triggermen outside the city. He has a part stake in the Colonial Taphouse, which has recently had a change of management, and is often found there, brooding over a glass of watered wine. He has a developing reputation for being very private, likely very dangerous, and being some kind of high-end mercenary. He generally wears a black suit and carries concealed weapons--at least, inside the city walls. He and the mayor/security team have a strained but polite relationship...so far.

Fallout 4

Nick Valentine

A highly talented Chicago detective, on loan to Boston PD, whose original life came to a crashing end after crime kingpin Eddie Winter murdered his fiancee and disappeared. Traumatized by the loss, he was ordered to seek treatment at a facility that was run by what would become the Institute. They scanned and copied his mind and memories, and he then died in the nuclear bombardment that soon followed. When he woke up on a trash heap in a damaged robotic body around a century later, he was left with no context or explanation for his bizarre “reincarnation”. That mystery would haunt him, like the mystery of Eddie Winter’s escape from justice, for another century. After wandering the wastes for a time, and slowly acclimating himself to his new environment and interactions with modern humans, he settled in Diamond City as a handyman after returning the late mayor’s missing daughter. Eventually, he became a trusted member of the Diamond City community...and took back up the mantle of a detective. Nick stoically carries a lot of trauma, and a lot of outrage. He works to provide peaceful, rational alternatives to the constant violence around him, and tends to be smarter and more competent than most, especially when it comes to computers or investigation. He is a bit of a curmudgeon, with a dagger-sharp wit he’ll sometimes overuse when sufficiently angered. He smokes, though he gains no benefit from it, as a tie to his human past. He tends to feel divorced from his own body to some degree, and that plus his distrust of most roboticists has caused him to forgo repair thus far.

John Hancock

Mayor of Goodneighbor and a self-styled revolutionary hooligan who is usually high on something, Hancock has more layers than you might expect, and a tragic history. Born John McDonough, he grew up in a shack with his parents and brother on the Boston waterfront. His brother was something of a bully, but not particularly wicked. They started growing apart as they grew up, with John sneaking off to Goodneighbor regularly to party and do chems. Empathetic, and significantly smarter than most people, he was able to see the suffering and inequities all around him, even after his family moved up in the world and ended up in Diamond City. John realized that his brother had...changed...when he decided to run for mayor. Running on an anti-ghoul platform, he capped off his inaugural speech by announcing the banishment of all ghouls from the city. John watched in horror as the ghouls fled with their few belongings, being brutalized by citizens and police the whole time. After confronting his brother to no effect, he forced himself to act, successfully leading several families to temporary safety in Goodneighbor. Most did not survive, however, leaving him despondent and forever loathing his pogrom-promoting brother, who is still Diamond City’s mayor. That night changed something in him, and it wouldn’t go back to sleep no matter how many chems he took. Finally, on learning that Vic, the gangster running Goodneighbor, was letting his men gun down drifters, he had a bizarre, chem-fueled epiphany. He discovered John Hancock’s coat and hat in the depths of the State House, and suddenly realized what he needed to do. He took on the clothes and cause of John Hancock, and after brutally liberating the town from Vic’s people, gave an inaugural speech declaring Goodneighbor to be “of the people, for the people”, regardless of who those people were. He took on the persona of a daring, reckless, ferociously protective folk-hero Mayor and started the long process of turning Goodneighbor into a safe haven for all. But even that wasn’t enough for him. Less than a decade ago, he discovered an experimental serum intended to turn the user into a ghoul. Sick of the face in the mirror, and motivated by half a dozen different reasons, he completed his “remaking himself” by becoming the same sort of being that his evil brother so loathed. Now, having consolidated power, he has found himself in a rut, spending most of his time putting out fires and dealing with challengers to his position and to Goodneighbor’s safety. Constantly wrapping himself up in his role and work when not carousing, however, has left a lot of painful unfinished business in his life to fester.

#fallout #fallout 4 #fallout 3 #my canon characters #roleplaying #not a normal human in the bunch lol #john hancock #charon #fallout rp #nick valentine #robert house #vulpes inculta #I said normal #psychopathic furries don't count

[save-the-spiral]

Day Seven- Exhausted

Welcome to a non-rushed Day Seven of Inktober 2018! Sorry that I was such a mess yesterday, I made sure to not get sidetracked (a lot) for today’s! Hope you enjoy, but warnings for implied child abuse, runaways, and child death mention.

(link to prompt list) (link to inktober tag)

“C’mon, just a bit farther.” Haley said, her hand tightening around her brother’s limp fingers, pulling him back up from where he collapsed onto the small dirt path leading towards the village.

“I-” Noah panted, his chest moving rapidly up and down, almost invisible in the darkness of the night. “I can’t, Hales. I gotta let go of the constructs to do it.” 

He had left behind decoy bodies, so they could have a head start. They’d be checked up on every hour to make sure Haley and Noah were in bed, and the constructs must’ve passed the test because they aren’t being hunted yet. 

But if Noah stopped now, they might not have enough time.

Haley kneeled down and attempted to pick him up. “Just- Just until we get to an inn, one without any connections to mom-” 

“She wasn’t our mother-”

“I know, Noah.” Haley stopped trying to pick him up, leaning her forehead against his, both of them warm on the cool autumn night. “Just let them go, ’kay?” 

Noah nodded, closing his eyes and concentrating. When they opened, a soft golden glow faded from his eyes, blue swirling in the brown of his irises. “She’ll know we’ve left when she checks on our tent again.” He said quietly, his voice wavering. 

“It’ll be fine. We’re already in the life kingdom’s territory. We just need to make it past the castle, and she won’t go past there.” 

“What if she does?” Noah said quietly while Haley helped him stand. 

“She won’t.” Haley said, the finality of her statement leaving them in silence, hands intertwined as they made their way through the small villages outside of the main city’s walls. 

The sun was starting to rise when Haley began flagging. They were still trying to get through the city so they could hide in the forests beyond and rest. After that, a small village or rural inn would do until they found some stability.

They would’ve gone around the city’s walls, but there were mercenaries being paid by their mother around the walls constantly, trying to understand the timing for patrols and looking for weaknesses in the Serpentine King’s defenses.

Noah seemed to have caught a second wind after letting his constructs disappear. He was now pulling Haley along, determined to get as far away from their mother as possible. In the growing dawn light, Haley could see the now fading red outline of a hand on his cheek, the bandage hiding the cut on his cheek from their mother’s ring now dirty from their travel. 

“We’ll need to find new clothes, soon. Could probably stay in an orphanage for a few nights and switch out our clothes there, if the people are nice at least.” Noah half-whispered as they exited the alleyway, now at the edge of the castle’s grounds, in the heart of the city.

“Maybe.” Haley muttered tiredly. “But we could also steal or something.” 

“I think I’m done with crime, at least for a while.” Noah looked back at Haley, grinning wryly. 

“Yeah.” Haley nodded, catching up to Noah now and getting energy back. The smile on Noah’s face reminded her of why they’re doing this. “Maybe we could-”

“Excuse me.” 

The twins froze in place.

“I’d like to know what exactly, two magic wielding, weapon carrying, children are doing so close to my castle.” 

Haley and Noah exchanged helpless looks, and turned back to the man, lost for words.

It’s not every day you stumble into the presence of the current tyrannical, murderous king of the land. They didn’t exactly have note cards prepared for this moment.

The man stared at both of them. He was in an elaborate ensemble of armor and fine clothes, a crown of precious gems and stones tilted slightly on his head. The Serpentine King continued to stare at both of them, awaiting an answer. 

“We ran away-” Noah blurted, until Haley elbowed him. 

“We’re really sorry, your Highness, we didn’t mean to intrude, we’ll-” Haley began walking slowly backwards, dragging Noah with her.

“Wait.” The king said. 

The twins froze again, Noah’s arm now trapped in Haley’s hands. Almost impulsively, Haley pushed Noah behind her to protect him.

“Young man, I’d like to know why you’ve both run away. And why you are injured.” The king’s voice was softer now, and Haley could feel Noah relaxing. 

She wanted desperately to run and take Noah with her, but she knew the stories. He had murdered queens and kings, anyone who stood in his way. With a wave of his hand, they’d both be dead.

“It was our mom.” Noah said quietly. “She hit me and was already doing bad things, so we left and took her jewelry too.” Noah began tearing up, and pushed Haley away so he could face the king. “Please sir, we don’t know what to do, we don’t have anywhere-” His voice cracked horribly, and tears fell down his cheeks. 

Haley held Noah in her arms, glaring at the king as if daring him to say something. She didn’t care what he’d do anymore, she just wanted to go. 

“Come with me.” The man finally said after one speechless moment. He gestured and turned on his heel. 

Noah was still crying silently, and both of them were too exhausted to run. Haley made the decision and helped Noah as they walked past some hedges and into an extravagant garden.

“Just past here is a meeting room. My spymaster is asleep, so no one will know how to get in and out aside from me and you two.” The king explained as they entered the castle.

“Why’re you-” Haley started, only to be interrupted by the man turning sharply on his heel, a finger to his lips and a dangerous look in his eye. 

She remained silent, her heart beating rapidly as she feared what would come next. 

They approached a tapestry of complex geometric shapes, and the king raised a hand. His fingers began to glow a bright green as he traced some shapes in a seemingly random order.

The tapestry rolled up of its own volition and revealed an entryway into a small, dimly lit room, with only a long table, some chairs, and a lot of bookshelves. He gestured them in and the tapestry closed behind them all, leaving the room lit only by candles. 

Noah seemed in shock after crying. He was silent and following Haley along like an obedient puppy. He practically collapsed in one of the chairs, Haley cautiously settling in one next to him, letting Noah rest his head on her shoulder.

Haley brought their bags onto the table and left them there. It was nothing but food, extra spellcards, and the jewelry they stole. She yawned, leaning back and looking at the king, who was still walking around the room, doing something she couldn’t see. 

She had nodded off by the time she heard some small, sudden sounds and woke up with a start, choking on her breath. Her eyes flitted around the room, only to rest on the source of the sound.

Three teacups, all chipped or cracked in some way, resting in mismatched saucers. They were all steaming faintly, and the king had his hand on the one in front of him, looking apologetic.

“...Thanks.” Haley said cautiously, reaching out and taking the one in front of her, blowing on the hot tea.

“I’m sorry to have scared you both. I just-” The king sighed. He took the crown off of his head and tossed it roughly onto the table. 

Noah muttered in his sleep, turning his head and making Haley adjust to support more of him.

“We’re just... A bit high strung at the moment, sir. I don’t understand why you’re acting so nice- polite- ugh.” Haley placed her cup onto the table. “I’m sorry. I’m not great at-” She gestured vaguely with her free hand. “This.” 

The king chuckled, almost smiling. “You can stop being polite if it’s more comfortable, child.” 

“It’s Haley.” 

“And your brother?”

“Noah.” 

The king nodded, leaning back. “You can call me Celyn. It’s a name I took up a long time ago.” 

Celyn continued to speak. “This must be strange. I understand. I just- I have done so much in my power to aid children in need, though it has mostly been through cleverly worded decrees and secret donations. I was... shocked to see you both in such a state. I...” His gaze flickered to one of the bookshelves. “I can see you’ve been through a lot, and I’d like to help you in any way I can.”

“You can’t.” Haley said quietly.

“I’m the highest power in the land, child. I’m sure I’ll figure something out.”

“If our mother finds out where we are, she’ll kill you.” Haley muttered.

“Your mother seems like a dangerous woman.” Celyn said, looking perplexed by such a blunt statement.

Haley couldn’t help but nod. “We left because she wasn’t- wasn’t a good mom. But she also did a lot of other bad things to other people too.” Haley looked at Noah, at his tear stained, bandaged, sleeping face. 

Celyn seemed to understand, his grip tightening on his cup. He looked to the same bookcase again, and looked back at Haley. “I’ll protect you both. I can hide you in my court as spies, give you new identities. You’ll be safe here.” 

Haley took a sip of her tea, now cool. “Why?” She finally asked. “Why would you, the Serpentine King, want to protect two runaways when it won’t do anything but make your life more complicated?” 

Noah roused from his sleep at Haley’s words, blearily looking at the king, and back at Haley, only to shrug and sit up, beginning to drink his tea.

“I know what I’ve done, what you’ve probably heard of, maybe even seen, is not what a good man would do. I’m no longer the person I was before the war that destroyed the six kingdoms. The war took everything away from me.” Celyn looked at Haley. “I was just looking for vengeance, destroying the monarchs who took away what was mine. I know I can’t atone for what I’ve done. I know it can’t be forgiven. But I’d like to do good where I can. I’d like to help you two, because you remind me of-” 

He sighed, his gloved hand running through his long black hair.

“I had two twin sons. Thistle and Forest. And they were bright. Always quiet, but they were creative, trying to make new things. They were my youngest children. Thistle died first, before I could even try to save him.” Celyn’s voice seemed to adopt a rough quality to it, and he breathed, sipping his tea.

“Forest died later on, and I had to just hold his hand and hope he passed out before he could suffer any longer. I- I know you two aren’t my sons, but they were the reason I started hurting people, the reason why I’m here.” 

Haley’s hands were shaking. The great serpentine king, the one everyone told stories about how evil he was, was just a father grieving his children? Someone with power who wanted to avenge their kids? 

She knew she’d probably do the same in his situation, and that scared her.

“I think protecting you two is a first step to ending this. I don’t want to rule. I just want my daughter back, and you two can assist me if you’d like. You two can stay in the castle either way. I swear on my life I’ll protect you if you stay.” Celyn said, looking at the both of them, almost pleading them to let him redeem himself.

Haley and Noah looked at each other. Haley raised an eyebrow, a silent It’s your choice, and Noah looked back at Celyn.

“We’ll stay.” 

Celyn nodded. “I’ll come back with my spy master and we’ll organize the details. As of now, you both should rest.” 

Haley nodded, reaching her hand out and brushing against Noah’s, who immediately grabbed on and intertwined their fingers.

In the evening they’d figure out what they’d do. But for now, Haley was content to rest in these comfortable chairs and doze off, knowing she and Noah would be safe for at least a few more hours. 

#Wizard101 #Inktober #Wizzy101 #Wizzy #W101 #Wizard 101 #Wizard101 fandom #Inktober day seven #Inktober exhausted #The Serpentine King #Haley Raintamer #Noah Dreamtamer

[indigo-ra]

The Hungry Ghosts: No Face

I first saw this post on Facebook. I found it very interesting that these facts about  Studio Ghibli’s “Spirited Away” are inherent in Japanese culture, but not so obvious to the outside observer. The one thing, I would like to add to this breakdown is that No Face represents a hungry ghost and could literally be anyone, because of the lack of spiritual identity.

Below is  a list of the 6 realms of Samsara- or the Wheel of rebirth, broken down in layman’s terms for easy digestion :D

Deva-gati

In Buddhism there are 26 Deva realms which would be considered heavens to us. But for the sake of separating the different types of beings born into each realm and simplifying understanding a bit, I’m counting all of them as one: Deva-gati- is  the Realm of Devas (gods/angels) and Heavenly Beings. It is considered the most pleasurable. Being populated by godlike beings (the ones with all the arms and stuff) who enjoy great power, wealth and long life. Since they are all happy, secure and content, they have no understanding of the suffering of others, especially in lower realms. So in spite of their long lives, if they are simply born to Deva-gati - like Svargaloka, for example, where Indra is king, they gain neither wisdom nor compassion unless they make it their mission to understand suffering and pain (would you?). They live in splendor and happiness. Yet even the Devas grow old and die, likely to be reborn on the wheel of Samsara, because even in their realm, one’s actions are subject to good and bad karma.

Asura-gati, the Realm of Asura (Titans, Demi-Gods, and Demons)

Or as I like to call it: Aether. If you are a believer, like me, this realm, in theory, would have housed Mt Olympus as well as all the other demi-gods and titans that, to our knowledge, ever became legendary. In Islam, the Djinn are powerful beings that we cannot see or touch. They are said to be made of smokeless fire (so demons, in a fire-natured sense), but they can see us and  interact with us and don’t think very much of humans in general. They have free will, like man, can be good or evil, spiritual or atheist and are said to live in places like high mountains, where human beings would never survive. They too would likely be housed in the realm of Asura. They too are subject to the generation of good and bad karmas, and thus rebirth.

Manusya-gati, the Human Realm

Jambudvipa, or, the Terrestrial world, is probably not just limited to Earth, but I imagine, includes even parallel dimensions in which the carnal/tangible nature of our planet with interstellar coordinates is what defines the matrix for its existing parameters. When I say parallel dimensions, I mean a world very similar to ours that  may be housed in another galaxy and occupies 3-dimensional space. If time and space were folded like a piece of paper, and we could instantly be teleported, a parallel dimension would still be tangible and satisfy the perception of our 5 physical senses. The beings housed in this realm are you and me, obviously, and you know very well the extent of good and evil that humans are capable of - And That’s just counting the last 3000 years of recorded history on *this* rock.

 Tiryagyoni-gati, the Animal Realm

The animal realm is also within Jambuvipa. It includes all the wild and domesticated beasts. In Buddhism, the belief is that animal beings are marked by stupidity, prejudice and complacency. They lead sheltered lives, mainly led by instinct, avoiding discomfort or anything unfamiliar. Personally, I don’t agree 100% with that assessment, mainly because I’ve met and seen some animals have more selflessness, decency and civility than humans on their best day. BUT in terms of rebirth the Animal Realm is conditioned by a sense of ignorance. As intelligent as beasts are and can come to be, their emotional state is driven by instinct. They are sentient, but do not plan for the future or self-reflect, existentially... except maybe dolphins...because dolphins are awesome. But in all seriousness, people who are ignorant and content to remain so (in the human realm) are likely headed for rebirth in the Animal Realm if their karma isn’t great when they die; assuming they aren't there already *coughcough* because willfully and aggressively ignorant people are akin to wild beasts that can form speech *coughcough*

Preta-gati, the Realm of Hungry Ghosts

Hungry ghosts (preta) are pictured in old mandalas as beings with huge, empty stomachs, but they have pinhole mouths, and their necks are so thin they cannot swallow. A hungry ghost is one who is always looking outside himself for the new thing that will satisfy the craving within. So, in laymans terms, they likely reside on the Astral Plane/Limbo/Purgatory. They are constantly wandering, driven by insatiable hunger and craving. They are also associated with addiction, obsession and compulsion, and the real reason I think “Alcohol” is synonymous with “Spirits”. According to the Dhamma,  hungry ghosts and other restless spirits are caused by bad karma of excessive craving and attachments to addictive substances, material wealth and hedonism. They do not have a bodies, are invisible and constitute only "subtle matter" of a being. If you have ever experienced sleep paralysis, where it feels like some invisible force is sitting on your chest, holding you down, it’s likely you’ve met one. If you’ve ever had an out of body experience, there is a feeling that people have named “The witch over your shoulder” in which it feels like some evil invisible force is staring at you hungrily from behind<( this I can personally confirm) and it is because, while you’re out of your body, the being without one, is looking on in a jealous, vengeful, angry or disrespectfully hungry way. As soon as I looked in the direction though, nothing was there and the feeling went away. Buddhist traditions in Asia attempt to care for Hungry ghosts on ritual days every year, by leaving food and drinks out in the open, to feed any hungry ghosts nearby (How sweet is that?). But do not misunderstand, this is a condition of a human being with bad karma who died and ended up in the in-between...when their sentence is up, they can be reborn into another realm, but being that this realm is intangible, lends them almost no options as far as interaction with the terrestrial world, which means their actions (if they wanted to correct their bad karma) are very limited. So in most cases, they are stuck until their time is up and the suffering and discontent of being driven insane with insatiable hunger is, by design, incredibly intense.

One particular type of hungry ghost, that seems to grow in power by gaining the power to feed themselves are classed as No-Face.

No-Face

Remember him? Of course you do. He seemed lonely and innocent. In the movie “Spirited Away”, knowing what I know about the setting of the bathhouse, I would assume that No-Face was a rich pedophile when he was alive. That kind of karma will get you stuck for hundreds of years. So even though the movie is set in the modern era, this particular hungry ghost was likely wandering the spirit realm from the time there were Shogunates and Daimyos who would destroy entire clans villages, while giving orders and permission to rape the women and enslave the children to be sold as sex slaves or otherwise. 

Kaiken, like the above pictured, were pretty knives that women would hide in their kimonos, in the event that such a tragedy would befall them. They would often use them to commit suicide before they could be raped and killed by brigands or mercenaries. It was fucking horrible. Cute knife though.

The “Zero” Tails 

This parasitic abomination somehow made itself at home inside the host of a girl named Amaru in Naruto Shippuden the Movie: Bonds. Without going into too much detail about the plot of the film, Amaru became possessed by this demonic no-face after falling into a deep despair that it used to leech onto. In the end it made her a vessel of a large amount of chakra, comparable to the other Jinchuuriki, like Naruto. BUT the evil force of this powerfully hungry no-face fed on negative emotions, biding its time until it could completely consume its host and overtake her body. It called itself the “zero-tails” which is obviously misleading, because all the tailed beasts,  one through nine, had fucking TAILS. But to move quietly through the world until its endgame was realized, this was the lie it used to convince anyone who could sense its dark presence in a seemingly innocent adolescent girl. In the end, Naruto sensed the leech’s corruption in Amaru, despite the exorcism of it, which was why it had grown to a level of power, even remotely comparable to his own tailed-beast. She and her sensei were feeding it sin, and ultimately, both earned bad karma.

Talk about fucking done-If you are  a fan of Naruto and wonder how he stays so single and ignorantly innocent of the opposite sex for 17 years of his life, watch this movie with abject scrutiny. Actually watch every movie in which he saves the girl and watch how they all slowly disappoint the fuck out of him. Amaru was a piece of work....

Koh The Face Stealer

Koh was a hungry ghost residing in the spirit world of Avatar:The Last Airbender. It would silently stalk its prey and surprise them, using their emotions against them as a way to steal their face. Koh was a very dangerous, powerful and extremely insatiable hungry ghost, as it had a collection of faces that ranged from human to animal alike. The only way to escape it was to keep a stoic expression, no matter how it tried to provoke you. Take notes, kids. If you have shitty karma, you may be fated to wander the hungry ghost realm with debilitating hunger and rage, and if Koh gets the drop on you, no face to feed or express it. 

Koh’s full mukade appearance was shocking enough to put anyone into a frenzy, but all it takes is one gasp in a state of surprise and its got you. If I were to speculate on this being’s life before it was reborn a no-face preta, I could only say that this person had the type of greed that he was willing to kill and steal to satisfy. I can assume this much because for a being suffering this realm to become as powerful as this, their greed and hunger never ceased being their drive for existing in the first place. To actively accumulate bad karmas even after being reborn into a lengthy sentence as a hungry ghost, takes an apex predator level of evil. A being such as this could very well spend an eternity in this state unless it was ever destroyed, then would be reborn in Hell.

Which leads me to the lowest realm of rebirth:

Naraka-gati, the Hell Realm

In most every religion there is a Hell. If any philosophy teaches you otherwise, it’s a bold-faced lie *coughcough* Jehovah’s Witnesses *coughcough*. Hell is in the ground, underneath the topsoil of earth and shit. Antarctica is a good prison- not just some old story made up to frighten children and idiots into being good people, but it can be used to that effect. To teach that there is no Hell or divine retribution to that extent of the law and that one will simply cease to exist when they die, after a life of sin and accumulation of karmic debt measured in trillions, is a sin in itself. The one spreading that lie is ALSO subject to bad karma. It’s a slippery slope and all I have to say is some people take advantage of believing there is no Hell by being the worst and thinking the only thing that awaits them after death is a peaceful unconscious lack of existence entirely as literally and figurative pieces of shit. Though that is enough to terrify most people, The mindset of a person who is basically the living embodiment of a hungry ghost is the destructive and contagious equivalent of an evil epidemic to the karma of every person they come into contact with. These are No-Face in real life and they can literally be ANYONE. Beware of those who exercise arbitrary morality by defying labels and use that to the advantage of rationalization to make themselves tolerable, yet have no true identity. (For example somebody who cries the feminist victim, but is truly a  Male to Female Transgender  “woman with a penis” who rapes lesbians and justifies it under some LGBTQA-Z gender assignment label when the true label is actually just Rapist) I’m saying this because I personally know some such evil people, that specifically fly under the banner of “Jehovah’s Witness” and because they think there’s no retribution waiting after they die, there’s no limit to the evil deeds they are wont to commit. Ugh... talk about remedial... Anyway the Buddhist texts vary in their details, but typically describe numerous hellish regions each with different forms of intense tortuous design and suffering, such as eight extremely hot hellish realms, eight extremely cold, being partially eaten alive, beating and other forms of torture in proportion to the evil karma accumulated. If I want to bank on my promotion, personally, when I die and make even more karma, I will be an architect of this realm. Trust me, The former and current Devils or whoever is presiding over the torture designs of this realm cannot fuck your mind and soul like I can. I’ll even let you choose from little staycation packages uniquely designed to fit your individual sins.  But as always, this realm is also designed to be an impermanent state- at some point every soul reborn in the Hell realm *should*, in theory, be able to claw their way up to rebirth in a higher realm after finishing out a long sentence...but that doesn’t mean you can’t end up right back there if you don’t learn your lesson. Unfortunately that seems to be the one design flaw of Samsara. One never remembers their past life, but that’s okay too. Because if you’re reborn in karmic debt, or just starting at 0, all types of misfortune will be reflected  in the life of that Human/Animal/Hungry Ghost and passing those tests will either advance their evolution or trap them in a loop.  So in the end, I guess The wheel of rebirth or Samsara is perfect.

So you better act right.

A depiction of The wheel of Samsara, representing the 5/6 realms of rebirth.

#sage of the six paths #samsara #wheel of rebirth #buddhism #a detailed list #noh face #no face #karma #naruto #spirited away #avatar the last airbender #bhavacakra