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make up (m) | joe burrow

pairings : joe burrow x reader

word count: 6.6k

warnings: average smut

minors dni!

Synopsis: you and joe fight but then make up with sex, the end.

"Hey babe, have you seen my jean jacket?" You shout out from your closet as you bend down rummaging through the piles of clothes you searched which consist of both your clothes and Joe's, hoping to find the favorite piece of clothing. It was close to 6:30, and you knew your friend would arrive any second pissed at you for not being ready.

Few seconds pass without you hearing a response, which makes you roll your eyes from annoyance knowing he had the TV on full blast in your bedroom.

"Babe!" You shouted much louder, still picking through the clothes.

You could hear the TV being put on pause before footsteps made their way to the closet.

"Yeah? Everything okay?" Joe asked, the annoyance you had previously immediately died down once you heard the concern in his voice.

"Everything's fine, don't worry. I was just asking, ``Have you seen my jean jacket?" You stood in full height turning around to him. You watched him as he leaned on the doorway scanning your body up and down.

He let out a hum. "I think you left it in the living room."

You snapped your fingers in realization. Of course you had, always having a knack of doing that. "Oh! Right, I forgot thanks."

You walked up to him giving him a peck on the lips, his arms circling around your waist as you did so. As you went to pull away his grip tightened keeping you in his embrace.

"Woah, where are you going with all of this on display?" He finishes his question with a smack to your ass, before fully cuffing it giving it a generous squeeze.

"Harry Styles concert, remember? I told you that yesterday." You said to him, not even surprised at him not recalling, if it doesn't have anything to do with football he's not giving it much thought.

He stayed silent for a bit like he was conflicting with something.

"Well, I wanna go." Another eye roll came from you at his request.

"No, absolutely not." You said pulling away from his arms and walking out to collect your jacket from downstairs.

Joe trailed after you with a determined look on his face. " And why can't I?"

"Because, it's girls only. I'm not going to be the girl who brings her boyfriend." You paused scanning your eyes around the living room before you spotted the denim jacket laying on the armchair. "Also you don't even listen to Harry Styles."

You heard him sigh and dramatically fall onto the couch laying on his back with one leg on the cushion while the other hangs off it lazily. "That doesn't mean I can't enjoy the show."

"True, but the matter remains. It's Girls only." You mentioned after slipping on the jacket, before walking over to him and bending down to kiss his forehead moving away just in time for him to reach out to you, to pull you down on him.

A notification bell rang out from your pocket, catching your attention.

"And that would be Charlotte" You said, glancing down at your phone. Joe perks up, watching you hurry towards the door, however before you could make it he clears his throat really loud capturing your attention.

"You're leaving without giving me a kiss goodbye?" His tone was cheeky.

"No I am not." You retreated backwards, and proceeded to step in front him,grasping his face with both of your hands peppering his face with kisses. "Is this what you want, you big baby?"

He held on to your waist as he laughed at your excessive affection. "Yes, and a little more."

You looked down at him amusingly while shaking your head, of course he would try to get you to give into him, out in public Joe usually remain stoic which wasn't a surprise he's never been the one to be big on PDA, however when it comes down at home he's like a koala bear everywhere you go.

Peeling his hands away from your waist you shook your head. "Nope you're not getting me this time."

He laughed following behind you as you made your way through the foyer and towards the door. An impatient honk blared outside, before you turned around to say your goodbyes.

"Have fun, and stay safe." Joe said from the doorway as you stepped outside. "Call me when the concert is done!"

"Okay! Love you." You shouted running towards the parked vehicle in front of your house, you didn't need to look back and see if he's still there watching you slide into the passenger seat.

"He's going to stand there until we drive off isn't he?" Your friend Charlotte laughs, seeing Joe still standing in the doorway.

"Yup, let's go before he attempts to get into the back seat." You both laugh before she drives off honking at Joe who waved his hand.

When you arrived at the concert, it was jam- packed in the venue. The stage's decoration was lucrative and the lighting system was so bright upon everyone, your friend led you to your section in the front row as the crowd expanded more and more.

The lights dim and scream as Harry emerges from the stage with the opening song "Golden" you and your friend shouted the lyrics out loud.

During the middle of the show you felt a tap on your shoulder, however you thought nothing of it. It was, after all , a heavy crowd. It was only then you felt it again, which made you turn around.

Standing there with an excited smile was your ex, he stood there in all black.

"Hey! I knew that was you!" He went to give you a side hug, which you swiftly returned. "I see you couldn't resist seeing Harry either."

You laughed in acknowledgement, the love for Harry Styles music was one of the very rare common interests you had. Your friend turned around to see who you were talking to, her brightens once she sees who it was. It was safe to say that you and your ex left on good terms, and although you're not actually close as you were before there was still mutual respect for each other.

The reason for your break up being, was that neither of you weren't actually in love with one another. And instead of hurting each other by forcing the relationship, you two ended things respectfully. Before you two even had gotten together, you were mutual friends through Charlotte who had introduced you two.

By all means you were never bitter towards him, which is why you kept the greeting cordial.

"Charlotte, long time no see." Michael leaned down, giving her a hug as well.

"I seen you two weeks ago at that stupid party." She replied, rolling her eyes, before glancing to the right side of him, noticing a guy who looked quite awkward standing next to Michael, who was his friend.

You followed her gaze and sent him a friendly smile, before turning your attention back to the show. Charlotte however proceeded to inquire about Michael's friend.

"Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend Michael?" You hear her say, without even looking at her you could tell she was making googly eyes at him.

"Yeah, James this is Charlotte, Charlotte this is James." Michael said.

From that point on Charlotte seemed to have her attention glued to James, however that didn't deteriorate your enjoyment of the show. When the show went on a small break you took that time to check your phone sending a quick message to Joe which was a simple "❤" not long after he replied with "😘" just as you were about to give him a call, you felt a new presence to your left. With a quick glance you saw that it was Michael sending you a sheepish smile.

"Sorry, I was feeling like the third wheel back there." He said, looking behind him watching his two friends flirt with each other.

"It's okay, how have you been?" You asked, not wanting to sound rude even if you didn't care.

He beamed at your question." I've been great, you remember Marta, the manager at my job?"

It took you a while before it dawned on you. "The one that always made your life a living hell?"

"Yup, that's the one. She got fired for rigging the inventories and now I took her position." He said proudly. Your eyes lit up in satisfaction, you had met that wrench woman once and it wasn't pretty. Long story short, her snobbiness didn't match well with your humility.

"You deserve a high five." You said holding up five five fingers which he gladly retaliated, with a laugh.

"So what about you?" He asked,"I see you in the media a lot with your NFL boyfriend now, that must be great huh?"

You instantly smile at the mention of Joe. "NFL aside, he's a really really, great guy on and off the field. I'm really happy."

"That's cool, you deserve to be happy." He smiled genuinely at him.

You forgot the duration of the concert, but you were pretty sure it was at least two and half hours. For the remainder of the show Charlotte and James stayed close together, while you and Michael entertained yourselves by singing along to the songs all while you kept it casual. Just because you guys were sociable didn't deter the fact you and Michael were still exes.

It was certain for you to keep your distance and not to go over boundaries, but that doesn't seem like it would be an issue , you were more certain that Michael felt the same way.

After the concert ended it was one hour close to midnight and Charlotte announced to everyone that she was hungry, however you weren't trying to stay out too late, yet Charlotte convinced you to join them at a 24 hour diner up the street. You knew it was her excuse to be around James, which wasn't a surprise.

Now you and Charlotte sat across the two boys laughing at the embarrassing story Michael conjured up from elementary. You all had already eaten and now everyone was indulging in their milkshakes. During the meal you and Michael kept your conversation friendly, while Charlotte and James got closer by the minute.

By the time you got home, it was one in the morning you crept slowly upstairs knowing that Joe was fast asleep you didn't want to wake him. When you entered the bedroom reruns of spongebob was playing on tv and Joe sleeping form lay slump against the headboard with his phone in hand. Clearly he tried to wait up , you mentally awed at the sight. Quietly as you could you shut off the TV and changed into something more comfortable which was just Joe's t-shirt before slipping into the bed beside him.

Your thoughts drifted off as you closed your eyes.

Morning soon came with you being the first one to wake up, with a pearly glow in the sky, you rubbed your bleary eyes as you threw the covers off you glancing at your sleeping boyfriend who was comfortably on his stomach, today was the day Joe throws the first pitch at the Cincinnati's Red ceremony. In a little celebratory fashion you decided you were going to fix him a big breakfast, you walked inside the bathroom and did your morning routine. By the time you were finished you noticed Joe was still asleep.

When Joe woke up it was the sounds of pots along with the smell of sausage. His mind went on alert briefly once he peeked, opened his eyes, and found himself in an empty bed. Wondering if you had made it home safely, however the smell of breakfast and the sight of your phone on the nightstand, assured him that you were here safe and sound.

He hurriedly got out of bed and headed for the bathroom to do his daily duties, which he did quicker than usual. When he finished in the bathroom, and in the midst of walking out the bedroom your phone made a ding emphasizing you had a text message, he thought nothing of it, however when two more dings came through based on his assumptions whoever it was seemed pretty urgent.

Thinking nothing of it he swiped it from the nightstand, his intentions were to give it to you when he got downstairs. However nothing could prepare for what his eyes read, three new text messages from an unknown number were propped up on the screen. But despite that it was the message that caught his attention.

unknown number

hey good morning, It was nice seeing you last night :)

I had tons of fun

btw you left your jacket back at the diner, not surprising you were always forgetful Iol

Joe's eyes glowered as he read the texts over and over again trying to make sense of it all. He tried to give it the benefit of the doubt and assume it was Charlotte, but wouldn't her name show up as the contact? Clearly it was someone else.

His once cheerful mood soon turned into unfortunate thoughts about what the hell were you doing last night. Since Joe could remember most of his life, he would say he's lived unafraid and confident, not fearing if some guy were around the corner to pique your interest. He knew that you were right where you wanted to be. But there was that vulnerable side of him that sometimes wonders if one day you'll ever sneak off to be with another man.

By the looks of it, yesterday was that day.

Placing your phone in his pocket, he stormed out the room every step, anger was boiling by the second. How could you betray him like this? Two years down the drain line just for your selfish needs.

Once he made it downstairs he stopped before the kitchen doorway taking a deep breath, trying to compose himself. If he wanted to confront you he didn't want to just barge in shouting at you, he needed to do this right.

When he entered the kitchen his eyes immediately went to your form which was standing in front of the opened fridge as you reached for the orange juice. A quiet humming tone was coming for your lips, and he wondered how you can be so content?

"Oh! Hey," You said in surprise after you spotted Joe leering by the doorway. "I made you breakfast, your favorite actually."

His eyes flickered over to kitchen island and there sat a large plate with a western omelet, crispy hash browns, along with a side of bacon. He wanted to immediately indulge in the delicious food, and give you praise. But the texts he just read made his stomach swirl and overall just made him lose his appetite.

He made sorta of a "hmph" sound before sitting down on one of the bar stools, your shoulders slumped down feeling disheartened at his lack of excitement. Right away you notice his peppery mood, which rarely happens in the morning. Being the early bird he is, he was always in good spirits. Especially when you cook for him.

You tried to not look hurt as he solemnly picked at his food, seemingly in deep thought. Something was definitely wrong, he didn't even give you a kiss like he usually does.

As you walked over to pour some juice in his glass, he didn't give you a single glance. Feeling concerned you place a hand on his shoulder, in which you feel him tense up before subtly shrugging it off.

Okay something is definitely wrong, you thought.

"Are you okay?" You asked, deciding to break the ice.

He sighed, dropping his fork in his place, before looking up at you with a rather serious expression which caught you by surprise. The problem he had was clearly with you. But what for ? you had no clue. Your mind went to the endless possibilities.

"Did you lose your pants again? I swear I didn't hide them this time." You joked leaning down to peck his lips, again he leaned away from you.

Now you were becoming a little annoyed at his far off behavior, and quite frankly offended. Here you were getting the full end of his crude behavior and you didn't even know what was wrong.

"Who were you with last night?" He spoke up for the first time.

You stared down at him in bewilderment, while he stared at you with a cold-eye glare.

"What? I was with Charlotte, we went to the concert." You said, with furrowed eyebrows.

"Anyone else?" He asked.

You pause for a moment before remembering running into Michael, and ultimately going out to eat with him and his friend. It was completely harmless on your end, but you knew if you told him he'd think otherwise. Besides it wasn't like you and Michael were going to be keeping in touch, it would be better off if last night was left alone.

"No, just me and Charlotte." A rush of guilt surpassed through you, lying was something you despised but you knew that telling the truth would have him heated, he was already quite pissed at you for whatever reason.

But little did you know you were adding fuel to the flames.

A humorless laugh escaped from his lips, before he abruptly stood up towering over you, never did before he looked so intimidating as he does now.

"Are you seriously lying to me right now?" His voice sounded deep, like subdued thunder.

In any other situation you would've found it to be hot, and you still do, but the redness started to flood his face as the vein in his neck became prominent. He was absolutely pissed, and you were the cause of it.

"I'm not," You sounded quiet and unconvincingly, but at this point you weren't even trying to go along with your lie. He obviously knew you were around your ex, how? You don't have a single clue.

"Oh really? Then who the fuck is texting you? It sure as shit isn't Charlotte." He pulled out your phone from his pocket and slammed it on the counter.

You winced at his loud voice, before picking up your phone which now has a small crack however that didn't capture your attention. What did was the three messages displayed who you assumed was Michael. After three years he remembers your number? And why the hell did he feel the need to text you?

"I know what this looks like, but I promise you it isn't what it seems to be." You swore, looking at him pleasingly silently begging for him to let you explain. He stayed silent, eyebrows turning into a frown. You took that as a sign to continue, and you did. " Me and Charlotte was at the concert, and it just so happens that my ex Michael-"

"What the fuck? you were hanging out with your ex?! Are you fucking kidding me?!" His voice booming throughout the kitchen, as he took a step closer to you which in return you took one step back hip bumping into the counter.

"It wasn't like that! I didn't intend on seeing him there!" You exclaimed, realizing how really bad this looks on your part.

You stood in front of him watching every muscle tense up in his body, his jaw clenched and unbleached looking as if he were holding himself back from roughing you up. Though you were for sure he would never lay a finger on you, the sight of him looked terrifying.

"Is that why you gave me that girls only bullshit? Just so you can sneak around with him?" The words felt like a slap in the face, he couldn't possibly think that it was true?

"No, I was completely unaware that he was there." You shook your head looking him in the eye.

"Okay let's just say you didn't know," He rolled his eyes, clearly not believing you. " That doesn't excuse the fact that you were hanging out at a diner with him and you were going to lie about it!"

That made you inwardly wince. He let out a long sigh while turning his back to you and making his way out of the kitchen.

"I'm sorry for lying. I just didn't want you to get the wrong idea, It wasn't just me and him, I was really there for Charlotte so she can hang out with his friend." You said trailing after him as he went up the stairs. Joe ignored every word you said as your rambling continued. "I didn't even want to go,but she convinced me-"

You were so into explaining that you didn't notice him stopping until he abruptly stopped in front of the bedroom door, causing you to run into his back.

"Enough! Get the hell away from me, I can't stand the sound of your voice right now! You fucking disgust me!" He turned to face you and shouted at you. He was so close that a few drops of spit landed on your cheek, you stared up at him tearfully.

Giving you a final glare he turned to walk into your bedroom slamming the door so hard you were surprised the hinges stayed intact. Now it was just you and your thoughts in the hallway, tears flowing down your cheeks non stop.

Walking back downstairs was the opposite of what you felt when you first woke up, in high spirits excited for your boyfriend, now you were a walking gloom cloud feeling dejected and shameful. Part of you knew it wasn't wrong on how Joe felt, and how it looks on your end. It was completely bogus, a partner getting a text from their ex about what a fun time they had wasn't something that could be taken lightly. However another part of you wished that he'll hear you out and know that nothing out of boundaries happen between you two non sexual or physical. You barely hugged the man for God's sake!

You sat down at the head of the table, alone, forcing yourself to eat, and swallowing back tears. You hoped that he was upstairs calming himself instead of packing up your shit for you to get the hell out. A ping notification came from your phone, it was just a reminder for the unanswered text Michael had sent.

You stared at the texts as if it were the devil himself, wondering why he still kept your number in his phone or did he even delete it at all since you broke up. The longer you read it, the more irritated you get. It was partially his fault you were in this predicament, him texting you was completely unnecessary and over something so small that could have easily been told to Charlotte who could grab it for you.

It was like he wanted an excuse to talk to you again.

Your fingers typed a response quickly before going to his contact and blocking him.

Okay, thanks for telling me

The entirety of the morning you spent roaming downstairs, fighting the urge to go upstairs and beg for your boyfriend to just hear you one time. Joe hasn't said a word to you since he shouted in your face to leave him alone, in fact he barely even came down from upstairs the only time he did was to grab a protein shake from the fridge. He didn't bother to spare you a single glance.

That worried you very much because now you don't know where you two stand, was he going to break up with you? Or will he continue his silent treatment until eventually he'll give you a go to explain yourself. There were grounds of hope in you for the latter to be true. It'll be all right fucked up if he ended things with you, due to misinterpretation.

It was around 1 p.m and the weather outside was like the mood in the house, pure gloominess, you were sitting in the living room sectional as some random TV show blared in the background. You didn't pay it any mind due to your fingers moving quickly across your cracked phone screen as you text Charlotte about the eventful morning.

You were so busy engrossed in the conversation that you hadn't heard Joe coming downstairs, until he spoke up.

"Are you not going or you wanna stay here and text your ex all day?" He said coldly,

You looked up to find him dressed in his Cincinnati Reds baseball custom made jersey with a backward red cap that made him look even more hot than he already was. Your eyes narrowed at the sly comment as you walked right past him.

"He'll want to hear what I have to say." You mumbled, it was a low blow and it certainly didn't add any good in the current situation. You just didn't want him to get off the hook with that sly remark.

"What did you just say?" He grabbed your bicep, halting your movement.

"Nothing, you don't wanna hear my voice remember?" You said, before ripping your arm out his grip then proceeded to head up to the bedroom and get ready.

He mumbled something you couldn't make out before walking away.

You entered the closet and fished for an outfit, it took you longer than what you expected but eventually the decision was made. When you came downstairs, to tell Joe you were ready, he was nowhere to be seen. You frantically looked around thinking he left you behind, before you peeked out the curtain and saw that his all black Porsche sat in the driveway, due to the lack of tint you could make out Joe waiting in the driver's seat.

Rolling your eyes at his petty antics, you made your way out the house walking around the car to get in.

"You could've least told me you'd be waiting out here." You said sliding in the passenger seat.

Joe let out a scoff as he drove off barley giving you time to shut the door. " And you could've at least put on a classier shirt."

You frowned at his comment looking down at your outfit, you were wearing a simple halter top with high waisted skinny jeans and a simple black sweater was tied around your waist in case you were to get cold.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Although you had a good idea, what he meant.

"Exactly what I said, are you expecting to see your ex there as well? Maybe you two can grab a bite to eat after." His tone sounded harsh and demeaning.

Your mouth opened briefly before closing as the feeling of your throat began to tightened, the effects of his words and demeanor were coming into play. Without saying another word you turned to face the window blinking rapidly clearing any tears that were making its way through.

The rest of the car ride was tense and silence, in the corner of your eye you'd seen Joe take multiple glances at you throughout , however you kept your head turned away, pretty sure having an ache in your neck but you didn't care what he's doing is hurtful and instead of trying to hear your explanation he's punishing you for what assumptions he's made in his head , by being a complete dickhead.

Upon the arrival at the Great American Ballpark everyone went awestruck as they saw Joe walk through the doors, a staff member came by to issue you both a visitor sticker before heading up to the scouts box. You and Joe haven't said a word to each other during the whole journey there, he hadn't bothered to even hold your hand like he would've, instead he kept his distance ahead of you not caring how his long legs fast walked to your destination.

You both were avoiding each other majority of the time you were in the scouts box, everyone could sense the tension between you two. Joe who would normally involve you in conversation, was now talking to everyone but you. It was completely obvious where you stood with each other. You felt like a complete outcast, even when Ja'marr and Tee tried to get you in the conversation, you would only respond half-heartedly because you just knew it was out of pity.

Eventually one of the personnel told them it was time to go on the field, you walk closely behind the trio in your own world a couple of times you'd catch Joe looking back to see if you were still there. You were falling behind, their long strides weren't a match for your short ones, Joe stopped before making his way by your side grasping your hand squeezing it generously. The act was simple yet felt so much, it was the most affectionate thing he's done all day.

Joe held your hand until you made it way out of the tunnel's entrance, screams erupted in the stadium as they saw the Bengals star players. Joe was talking with Tee with a huge smile on his face as he practiced his throwing motion, you stood behind him along with Zac Taylor's family with a smile admiring his excitement. He's been talking about ever since he's been invited to throw the ceremonial pitch, you didn't know a single thing about baseball but when you saw Joe throw to Zac successfully, you cheered right along with the crowd which afterwards erupted with the 'who day' mantra.

By the time the game ended you still barely said two words to each other, and now you were in the car once again with tensed silence as you looked out the window with crossed arms.

Joe stared straight ahead, his left arm stretched out guiding the wheel while his right laid comfortably on the console. Once he stopped at a red light, Joe let out a deep sigh taking a glance at you,

"I don't understand why you're mad, it's not like you caught me hanging out with my ex all night. And catching me lying about it" He scoffed, shaking his head.

You furrowed your eyebrows." I'm mad because my boyfriend doesn't trust me."

"How can I? When you were going to lie in my face? if that text didn't exist I'd have no idea you were with your ex last night doing whatever." He said pressing on the gas once the light turned green.

Okay he's got a point You thought biting the inside of your cheek.

"And I apologize for that, I just didn't want you to get the wrong idea, which backfired on me." You let out a humorless chuckle at the last part. "I only want you to know nothing happened between me and him, hell I don't even know why he still has my number."

He stayed silent for a bit, before saying."You told me that it was a "girls only night" what the fuck were you doing being on a double date with your ex?"

You flinch at his words. "It wasn't like that, joe."

"Then you come back at one in the morning!" You turned your head in his direction, wondering how the hell he could know that. "Yeah don't give me that look, I checked the cameras outside to make sure you didn't catch a ride back from him."

" And I didn't!" You frowned, shocked that he would assume you would do something so low.

"I know, otherwise you wouldn't be in this car right now." He scoffs, narrowing his eyes.

When he first spoke up you thought it would've laid a foundation of you explaining yourself once more, and ultimately making up. However that clearly wasn't the case since he was still obviously pissed.

Letting out a distress sigh you lean your head back on the headrest, closing your eyes before saying. "So now what?"

Joe hadn't bothered to say anything, going back to his silent treatment even when you arrived home.

"How long are you going to keep this up?" You questioned with a sigh, following him into the house.

He ignores you, heading straight for the bedroom. You trailed behind him, feeling like a lost puppy in desperate need for attention.

"Stop following me y/n." He sat on the edge of the bed, taking off his shoes.

"Joey please, I'm sorry." You practically whined, feeling frustrated with the whole situation.

He looks at you momentarily, before letting out a deep huff. "C'mere."

Without any hesitation, you walk over to him standing in between his open legs.

"Don't ever lie to me, okay? Now matter how you think I'm going to react, lying is not the route to go" He told you, placing his hands on your waist giving it a squeeze.

"I won't," You shook your head, looking down in his blue eyes.

"I'm sorry as well for earlier, I'm taking my trust in you to know that you weren't doing anything with your ex." He tells you, circling both of his arms around your waist, looking up at you biting his bottom lip. "You look beautiful in that top, too."

He looked so damn good, as you continued to stare down at him, the backwards cap still intact, a familiar look in his eyes that made you almost weak in the knees. Lifting his chin you pulled him into a deep and loving kiss, his lips warm and slightly chapped. Your lips parted allowing his tongue to slip inside, while you two were drowning in each other Joe's hands moved from your waist to your ass holding it in a firm grip.

Joe broke the kiss to advance his kisses along your jaw, tugging you closer as he travelled his hand to the button of your jeans undoing them quickly before tugging them down your legs, followed by your underwear. Without a second thought you stepped out, kicking them aside. You also grasp your top pulling it off, freeing your breasts which Joe quickly latched on to with his mouth.

His tongue swirling over your nipple before firmly sucking his eyes met yours as he does so, knowing how much it drives you crazy. Your hands that went to his shoulders were now trailing down to his biceps for some stability.

A shriek left your lips in surprise when you felt fingers prodding up and down on your slit, creating figures eights getting a whimper out of you in return.

"More," You said breathlessly,

He moves his fingers faster but never slips them inside much to your dismay, he was clearly teasing you. The feel of your soaking wet folds has him groaning and his dick throbbed beneath the confines of his jeans, in desperate need of attention.

The sound of squelching noises can be heard, when he finally thrust his finger in and out. The pressure is already building up in your abdomen, and you find yourself trying to capture it. Moving your hips along his hand, shuddering at the feel of his thumb grazing over your clit pressing down.

Cries of his name repeatedly left your mouth, feeling yourself getting closer and closer, when suddenly he pulls away.

In that moment it felt like you could cry as you whined out in protest.

Ignoring your frustrated whines, he maneuvers you around so that your back is to him, you were confused until you heard the sound of his zipper being brought down. A shiver ran down your spine in anticipation of what's to come.

You wanted nothing more than him being fully seated inside you.

Joe reached an arm around you pushing you back on his lap, your legs dangling over his, calves against his muscular ones as he caressed your body starting from massaging your breasts giving them a quick pinch before trailing down your inner thighs. He sighs at the feel of your skin, warm and soft with a few imperfections that to him makes you so perfect in every way.

"I love you so much, you have no idea." He mumbled against your bare shoulder,

"I love you too, Joey." You whimper out, as his fingers went back to your bundle of nerves. Gradually building up speed, you moan out so loud,

Enraptured by the pleasure he's giving you, it wasn't long before you actually came. Juices slipping down, no doubt soaking his jeans. His palm pressed into your throbbed clit feeling your opening pulsing around nothing, begging to be fucked.

The aftermath of your orgasm drips between his fingers, soaking them completely.

You were so into recovering from your orgasm that you didn't have time to process when Joe lifted your hips and suddenly slammed inside you fully.

"O-oh! Fuck!" You screamed out, he's big—so big no matter how many times you have sex nothing could make you get used to his size. You leaned your head on his shoulder, while his hands gripped your waist moving up and down.

Joe grunts feeling the tip of his dick, brush against your cervix. His hands were gripping your hips so tight, you knew bruises were already forming. He spent no time pounding on you, going at a rapid pace pouring out all his anger and frustration from earlier.

Helplessly your hand reached out for something to hold on to, there was nothing, so you placed both of your hands on each of your breasts that were bouncing at each thrust.

"Ahh, shit." Joe mumbles watching you touch yourself desperately. His mind only focused on fucking you into oblivion,

Your eyes rolling in the back of your head, and your mouth opening in disbelief at the fullness you feel. His hips ruts into you mercilessly, the tip hitting your g spot making you sob out pathetically.

"J-joe wait-i can't-fuck!" You babbled stuck in between wanting him to slow down and go harder—if that was even possible.

"I know, I know just take it baby." He whispered in your ear before placing his mouth on your shoulder, biting it gently, a vein prominent on his forehead from how hard he was going, as he held you firmly in place.

He watches and listen to how lost yourself in it, incompetent sentences spewing from your lips. He absolutely loved you like this. Completely fucked out without having a mind of your own, going wild for him. He lives for the sight of you moaning and shaking on his lap.

You reached behind you curling your arm around his neck, briefly making contact with his hat that still stayed upon his head. Mesmerized at how the way your body moves against his and how well you two are joined together.

A heavy breath blew from your lips when he took one hand from your waist quickly finding you slippery clit rubbing furiously at the sensitive flesh. You felt your self flutter against him, in awe of the pleasure being brought on you.

"Joe I'm gonna to cum!" He rubs you faster and harder while his thrusts go deeper. Joe was a sputtering mess, lips in between his teeth, sweaty strands of hair dropping his forehead, his face contorted into pleasure whenever you slammed on him. He was so close, so close.

You release around while hot spurts of cum shoot up inside you, Joe moans out your name into your ear as he comes to his release. He presses his nose against the back of your neck as he rides out his high along with your own.

Joe lifts you up gently pulling out, as soon as you stand up you immediately feel back against his chest, he lets out a small laugh helping you regain your balance. Timidly you walked towards the bathroom leaving Joe on the bed, with each step you could feel your thighs tremble.

"Where are you going?" He called out amusingly.

"To pee," You said.

"Don't be long, we're not done." You heard him say before you closed the bathroom door.

#god is watching us #this was so ass #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow #joe burrow fanfic

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hereliesbitches--me · 4 years

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Full name: Toruga ( Winchester ) Nicknamed: The Good Doctor, Father, Doc, Purple Pimp

Gender: Male Species: Demon Age: Immortal, appears to be in his late 30s, early 40s Sexuality: If its a shade of royal purple, its within that field of interest. Otherwise, he couldnt care less Nationality: Travels about, German based design. Dude is a demon imitating human design City or town of birth: The Enigma , The realm of Neikan and the Emotions Currently lives: Moves where there is work, primarily between Europe and the United States, where is assets are located Languages spoken: English, Spanish, German, Russian, Korean, Japanese, variations of the chinese dialect (fluent in Mandarin) , Hindi -- basically a workable understanding of many mainstream languages of varying countries. He’s old, he’s been around, and he is able to retain and learn easily Native language: prefers English and German Accent/diction: Speaks with refined annunciation with his English, but in a more relaxed state he has a slight German accent. Relationship Status: A widower still obsessed with his monsters and his creator but she just wont see him in such a way rip the man

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Height: 6’6 Weight: 160 pounds in human form, his dark form varies in weight Figure/build: Tall, stocky built. His muscle is primarily in his arms, legs, and chest, with a faintly noticeable gut (lowkey dad bod) Hair color: Black, peppered with grey strands Hairstyle: keeps it medium length but professional, Eye color: A deep orange Skin/fur colour: His skin is a sandy beige complexion littered by dark discolored scars. Having tiger features, he has inverted colors with black fur and white stripes. Tattoos: Neikan’s branding is on his left inner forearm. Tends to stroke it absentmindedly Scars/distinguishing marks: Toruga is littered by minor discolored scars all over his arms and chest, but his iconic scar is the 3 clawed slashing going down his face. Preferred style of clothing: In a button up collared shirt and black dress pants, coupled with his lap coat, He never really goes anywhere without his labcoat. He has no real sense of.. Dressing casual. If not his lab coat, he still wears a kind of trenchcoat in some way. And suspenders for a touch of extra class

HEALTH

Bad Habits: -Cant form real human connection - sees everything as object variables to dissect ,explore, and use for experimentation. - Regularly abuses the fuck out of the other negatives because they are inferior idiots - Sociopathic murderer (“for Science”). -Obsessed with Neikan, the demon who created him, and will turn on anyone in her defense, friend or foe. -Views any personal connection to a person like having a pet you're fond for, but nothing is above Neikan. -Stress smoker.

Addictions: -Sexually infatuated by the color purple, - Takes Sadistic pleasure in watching the bold break down, - Gets off on taking control and causing pain in the act of intimacy.

PERSONALITY

Personality: Toruga is a deceptive man by nature, a demon conjured up and hand made by Neikan herself, inspired by Josef Mengele which she had seen in the lives of one of her vessels. Being based on the mad doctor, Toruga himself is brilliant in the fields of genetics, biology, and the anatomy of anything he can get his hands on. Despite the basis, Toruga is simply a being that never was a child, thus has formed a persona that imitates human emotion and relations to get his way. He doesn't feel true connection, he doesn't feel empathy, sympathy, or guilt for what he does, as long as it feeds into the goal of appeasing his mistress and furthering her goals. Which makes lying and altering his persona to the liking of his associates quite easy. Toruga presents himself like a fatherly figure -- even tempered, soft but confidently spoken, and constantly utilizing praise and interest in another when he’s looking to make nice. He’s a master of manipulation and will not hesitate to research a person’s history, or gauge a weakness from conversation alone, and exploit it if it makes them more agreeable or himself more appealing. He doesnt respond to insults or physical attacks, not a single thing in the world bothers him, save for the failure of the negatives to complete a task, or if the insult is directed at his mistress. Or if it is impeding his work, because that would make him unappealing to Neikan. Only then will he react. And he will do so swiftly and violently to make his point known. He is not afraid of death threats, or to be beaten or dismembered or tortured, because of his inability to die (Thanks to his connection to Neikan. For as long as she lives, he can) He finds those sorts of threats mildly amusing, because he has been here for centuries, and he will continue to be well after humanity is nothing more than bones and Ash beneath their feet. His personality can swivel on a dime, but overall he is a fairly pleasant person to interact and talk with. He;s had plenty of time to master human expression. Toruga also tends to be very physical when he shows interest, with subtle touches, unbroken eye contact, and closeness. Its simply the spider tossing the silk of his webs to capture the poor fly that has no idea the fate to come. He can be incredibly jealous and spiteful when it comes to what diverts the attention of his mistress

Strengths: Determined, Even tempered, charming personality. Incredibly intelligent and gifted with holding conversations. A great asset if you need a doctor to work on any sort of viral or bacterial bioweapon, or if ya need a guy that likes to alter and play with mortal genetics. His inability to stay permanently dead makes him quite the threat in theory, and with that demonic origin he does have supernatural strength compared to the average mortal. He has no real blood, just inky mass of dark matter that makes up his form and drips in imitation blood.

Weaknesses: Neikan. Divine weaponry and magic also hurt like a bitch and would require he directly return to neikan to get fixed up.

Fears/phobias: Failing Neikan to the point she abandons him or makes another negative to replace him.

Favourite color:

P U R P L E

Did I say purple? Very important to know. And any shade that compliments it.

Hobbies: - Kidnapping subjects indiscriminately based on their viability and their chance of being pursued, disfiguring them, wiping their memory, and then using them as test subjects for his viral bioweapon projects. - Making handmade clothing for his test subject children. He’s quite the skilled tailor. He especially loves dressing up his daughter before she ran away - Traveling about to meet with and work closely with assorted allies towards an end goal of toppling human society and shifting power - Taking out his anger and frustration on the negatives because they dont die - Talking to his dead husband he keeps perfectly preserved in a case down in his lab

Theme Song: - “Pet” by perfect circle - “Trust me” from the Devil’s Carnival

SKILLS

Talents/skills: - Tailoring clothing of all materials - Extensive knowledge of the medical field - skilled virologist and biochemist - Manipulative - Skillful liar

Education: Multiple lifetimes of trial and error through multiple dimensions and a variety of different levels of technology he’s explored with. Lacking any formal training, being an extension of his mistress means he also inherits the knowledge of her vessels. Coupled with his own experimentation and studied through multiple worlds.

Abilities: Being a demon made of dark matter means he’s endowed with an assortment of natural abilities, however unlike the more well known hell spawn demons, the negatives and their abilities from Neikan are typically only physical based. Those abilities include: - Enhanced Strength and Endurance (built up after years of handling monsters, and the lack of human limitations/strains on the body) - Complete Regeneration (as long as the weapon is not enchanted or by divine means) - Minor shapeshifting, limited to his true forms. From human, to the black mass in the shape of a man, to a beastial tiger form - A photographic and auditory memory that retains just about any information he finds worthy of withholding. It also allows him to learn any language with ease after being exposed to it for a period of time

FAMILY, FRIENDS AND FOES

Personal history: Created around the time period of Pride’s((The Vessel) lifetime, 6 vessels prior to Nikki, Toruga was formed at first out of curious reasons and the need for a friend, but her intent with him became malicious shortly after her grief in the following life which split her soul into two halves. Left with nothing but malice and hatred for humanity, with the worst aspect of her being, Neikan utilized all her negativity to create a figure that would help speed up the process of ending the lives of the future vessels. Toruga was based on Josef Mengele, which Neikan had been exposed to as a child through the eyes of her second vessel, Hate. The demon was never a child, born as a perfectly capable adult to keep this young grieving woman company, it was at the start of his existence which paved the way to his obsessive love for his Creator. Toruga was her friend, her pet project that she left responsible with overseeing any of her new creations were given a job and set in order. While not active at first, Toruga observed humanity from the distance and learned the art of imitating them perfectly to blend in and manipulate what he understood. He studied their texts, he studied their culture, the array of species, their anatomies, their science and their technologies, absorbed it all until he could put it to use at the very end. Toruga is in love with his mistress, but with her fixation on her vengeance and the delicate heartbreak, she refuses to see him in such a way. Which, in turns, drives his unyielding determination to please her to make her see him. Coming to the existence of the last vessel, Nikki, things got complicated. Neikan assigned him a task to make a malleable beast that can infiltrate, a living machine to be the wolf in sheep's clothing, so when the last life became known, this being would be sent to kill it. Unfortunately for them, that bio weapon became the last life. Once inheriting Neikan and all the previous lives, any of the previous wiring he had instilled in the fetus were completely wiped away with the new presence of thought and free will -- the result, which would send Toruga on a wild chase to retrieve his experiment , all the way back to Earth. He spends years having to establish bases and connections on earth, all while scouring for his little project, taking well over 10 years before finally finding her. When he eventually does kidnap her and attempt to reset her mentally, Nikki retaliates and flees, leaving him with the iconic face scar he has now, but his project was now an unstable mess.

Toruga is a man who juggles many projects at once. Despite a singular failure, he is always looking to make improvements, which would have eventually led to the creation of Malakaid as a failsafe to getting rid of Nikki, then immediately lost after yet another raid by Rosie and the authorities. But there is no stopping, there is always alternatives to getting what he wants. His web is vast, his determination and will unyielding. The world will fall to his mistress, one way or another. As of now, Toruga works closely with a variety of associates, primarily the Branches of Virtues because of their plentiful assets, and acts as a kind of apostle for Neikan to gain more souls willing to join their cause. His main project is a viral mutagen called the Uxoru virus, and helping work towards a modified super soldier serum made from Angel’s blood.

Parents names: Neikan Shadou (Sheila Lunarcrest)

Siblings: The other negatives, including John, Sebura, Kura, and Joku. By technicality, anyone made by Neikan is a kind of sibling.

Relationship with siblings: Toruga is the head honcho of the show, responsible for directing and punishing the others for their failures. Their stupidity and clumsiness prove to be incredibly irritating to him, and because they cant die he has no hesitation in brutally maiming and abusing them for it. They all have a bitterness, but a respectful fear towards him, and he knows it well. None of them are his equal, for he was the first, and he intends to keep it that way.

Partner/Spouse: -Vermont (Former husband, now deceased. Murdered mistakenly by Toruga himself after Vermont questioned Neikan’s intentions and plans. )

Children:

- Nikki Ai (His first experiment, artificially created and planted within a mother. She has no recollection of him as her creator, but rather this monster that hunts her down. She never came back as she was suppose to, and thus is a nuisance he needs dead)

- Malakaid (The second improvement to Nikki’s design , made from Nikki and Jacob’s dna, spliced with his own. Malakaid was stolen as a baby by Rosie and imprinted on her. Because of this, he will not go back to Toruga.)

( From his relationship with Vermont)

- Veronica Winchester (Eldest daughter, ran away at 12 years old.)

- Toby Winchester ( A young boy, still living with him. He drags him around on his work trips when he’s able to. Because he witnessed his birth parent murdered as a toddler, Toby is practically a skittish mute of a boy that fears his father but will not dare leave the way his sister did.)

Enemies:

Basically got beef with everyone bcuz he probably fucked over your loved ones at some point and just doesn't recall it. He primarily has enemies with Rosie( A very personal vendetta) and the Angel Project, the Divine Calvary, and any enemies of the Branches of Virtues. He doesn’t try to make enemies but if people are gonna try to stop him from completing his work because its “unethical” and “Inhumane” then a bitch gonna go into the cage with the rest of the subjects. But he’s a hard man to hate because as long as you are blissfully ignorant, he seems like such a pleasant man to keep company with.

Associates:

- The Branches of Virtue

- Nathair Elerdand

- Neikan and the Negatives

Affiliated verse:

Tag: :The Good Doctor (Toruga):

- Iniquitous Essence (The info above)

- Pokeverse : Toruga is a scientist of the Aether foundation , working on a secret specialized project for Lusamine, to create a world where human and pokemon are one -- as halflings. He experiments using genetic information gathered from the ultra beast data, along with splicing human dna with that of Pokemon, varying from adults to unborn fetuses. Everyone of which failed (dying in a matter of months, if born. Dying and resulting in a stillbirth. Or death induced by the Human body rejecting the intrusive genetics and triggering a shut down response) until finally there was Rosie. He studied her for the entirety of her childhood, a secret success he dare not report until certain she would not die like the rest, only to be lost in a fire (as far as he knows) aimed at silencing her rowdy father.

Much to his dismay, Toruga continues his research on human genetics, milking the foundations of its assets to feed his curiosity, with no real loylty to anyone but himself. But those skulligans are a promising bunch of nobodies to utilize for testing. He’s on the hunt to get his pet project back

#:The Good Doctor (Toruga):#Hey I made a bio sheet so imma post it here and add it to the page later #I ended up just keeping it short bcuz who the hell cares about his little detailed affairs #Too intricate to matter buy if anyone wanted to know they can ask #The bad bad doctor man #long post #tw: long post #Sorry dash I wanted to share him

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arthur-fleck-is-my-baby · 5 years

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Arkham~ pt. 1

Request: i've never sent a request but i was thinking about a arthur/joker x reader fic where joker is in arkham hospital. Y/N gets to visit her mother there but is send to a false area in hospital. y/n somehow gets near joker their eyes lock and he's all she can think about from now on. maybe he managed to get a key so they can see eachother or smt. im a sucker for a lot of smut and dominant joker rn. i don't even know if you're able to come up with smt like this. maybe you can. it would be great thanks

Notes: I have a part 2 planned, but i hope you like part 1!

Warning: none

Tags: @vemazing ; @ultra-marine-scales ; @ajokeformur-ray ; @live-love-loki ; @taintednihilist ; @alirabbitt ; if youd like to be added to the tag list, lemme know!

You walked up to the large building of Arkham Asylum and you couldn’t help but feel like you were being watched. Of course no one was, no one notices anybody in Gotham, especially those entering the Asylum. Walking up the stairs, a chill ran up your spine.

You’d entered the asylum only once before, when your mother was initially admitted 3 months ago. You were only now visiting her but only due to the constant nagging of your father. If it wasn’t for him, you would be as far from the asylum as possible. The cold air of the lobby matched the look, white suffocating walls with a splash of yellow color caused by the dingy lights.

You walked up to the desk and waited patiently for the receptionist to acknowledge your existence. You cleared your throat, and a minute later she spoke. “Can I help you ma’am?” she asked. You faked a wide smile. You told her your mother’s name and she continued to work at the computer emotionlessly. “That way, you’ll know when you get there.” She motioned down the hall. Are you kidding me?

You were about to ask for a less vague direction but were cut off by the ear splitting sound of the phone ringing. The receptionist reached over and answered the phone without blinking. “Arkham Asylum, how may I help you?” The blankness of her voice gave you chills and you decided it would just be easier to find your mother yourself.

You began to walk down the halls, the distant screams of a man causing you to pause momentarily. You hoped your mother wouldn’t be far, but your gut told you that she could be anywhere in the building. After a few minutes of wandering down the hall, you came upon the elevators and a large sign. You read the different units carefully, looking for anywhere you thought your mother might be.

Hallucination...floor 13

Homicide...floor 12

Your spine ran cold for a second time. You pressed the up button and waited for the faint ding. After a few moments, the doors opened and you stepped inside. You pressed the faded number 13, hoping that you were correct in your assumption. The doors closed and you felt the floor ride slowly. You watched as the floor numbers slowly rose, dreading the moment it hit 13. Your silent prayers were answered when you felt a jolt as the elevator stopped moving. The doors opened on floor 6, and two men entered.

One was wearing a nurses uniform and the other wore a white uniform. You recognized it as the clothing patients were made to wear. Your breath hitched as the men stopped next to you, turning around to face the steel doors. The worker leaned over and pressed a button, but you couldn’t focus on him. The patient was closest to you, and you could hear his heavy breathing. Curiosity got the better of you and you looked up at him. To your surprise he wasn’t looking at you, but a straight ahead. He had long brown hair which looked like it had just been washed. He was an average height, though he was decently taller than you. His jaw was littered with salt and pepper, giving you goosebumps. He seemed to notice you staring, as he looked over at you with a blank face. Your eyes widened as you looked into his bright eyes. You hadn’t expected him to be so handsome. He smirked and you couldn’t help but blush. His eyes were soft and you could tell that he was truly looking at you. It was a new feeling, you were used to people looking past you or looking just above you. But he was looking at you. You stared at him, admiring his features. You were snapped out of your trance as you saw the elevator stop at the 12th floor. The doors opened and the nurse, kicked at the patients shins.

“Lets go Fleck.” he said. The patient sighed and walked forward. Homicide.

You made it to the 13th floor and couldn’t help but think about the man. Fleck. It was the only name you could connect to him, but it seemed like a name that fit him. It felt familiar, as if you could see it in your mind, just a little hazy.You walked down the long hall, listening to patients scream about things in the corner of their room, or someone in their doorway. You looked at the names outside the rooms until you came across your mothers. You slowly approached the doorway and could smell her cigarettes. “Hi mom.”

A week later you were back at the front of the large building. Only half of your reasoning being there to visit your mother. Your mind couldn’t stop thinking about the Arthur Fleck. You had racked your brain for days, finally remembering him. You had seen him on the news a year before on the television. He had shot Murray Franklin on live TV after confessing to the subway killings. You remembered having been a part of the riots, supporting him and despising Thomas Wayne. You had looked up to Arthur in that time, even after hearing your parents ridicule him along with the other rioters. They had no idea.

You had half hoped that you’d see Arthur again. Now that you had looked at him, and better yet he had looked at you, you couldn’t help but fantasize. A part of you felt like it was wrong thinking about him in this way, but you honestly didn’t care. What he did was a service to Gotham.

You walked past the receptionist, not even bothering to tell her who you were visiting. She wouldn’t have cared anyways. You walked to the elevator and pressed the button quickly, hoping that you’d run into Arthur. As you stepped inside you couldn’t help but notice the butterflies in your stomach. You pressed the floor for your mother and waited patiently as the doors closed. The numbers flew, speeding up as you made your way to the 13th floor. “Shit.” you groaned as the elevator reached the 13th, ensuring you wouldn’t be seeing Arthur. The doors opened and you didn’t move. You pressed the 12th floor button and watched as the doors closed. What were you doing?

The elevator moved down quickly and the doors opened again. You stepped out and began walking down the long hall. The lights flickered as you slowly looked at each name on the walls. There seemed to be no doctors in sight, common for Arkham Asylum.

Halfway down the hall you heard humming, and when you looked to the source you saw the name “Arthur Fleck” printed on a white board. It was him. You walked up to the door, looking through the small window. He was sitting on a small bed, handcuffed and smoking a cigarette. You knocked, not understanding why. He looked up and smiled at you in the window. You opened the door slowly.

“You’re not my doctor.” he said with a sly smirk. He took another drag of his cigarette and rolled his head back as he breathed. “Aren’t they awful nurses? Leaving doors unlocked. Unsupervised halls. It’s almost as if they want us to escape.” He smiled at you and stood up.

“I’ve been thinking about you.” you said. He walked towards you and you felt as if you would explode. “I don’t know why I’m here but…” You trailed off.

“I’m glad you’re here.” he said with a smirk. “It’ll be nice to finally have someone to talk to.”

And thus began your friendship with Arthur Fleck, a convicted murderer, and your best friend.

Part 2

#arthur fleck #arthur fleck is my baby #arthur fleck could get some #arthur fleck x reader #arthur fleck fanfic #arkham asylum

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𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻.

repost, don’t reblog

basics !

FULL NAME. August Wesley Wilder NICKNAME. Gus. Gus the Grizzly. GENDER. Cis-Male (He/Him) HEIGHT. 6′9 AGE. unknown, physically appears around 55-60 years old. ZODIAC. taurus sun / libra moon / virgo rising. earth sign dominant chart babey!! SPOKEN LANGUAGES. fluent English, Spanish, and French. has picked up a little Dakota-Siouan from frequent run-ins with the Ghost Nation over the years. he’s not really fluent in it, just knows enough to talk himself out of trouble lmao.

physical characteristics !

HAIR COLOR. salt and pepper grey, with natural black undertones. EYE COLOR. light hazel that fade to a deep forest green around the edge of the iris (central heterochromia) in both eyes. SKIN TONE. he’s white but he’s very sun-weathered and darkly tanned, with lots of sun spots and freckles all over his body. BODY TYPE. broad, big, bold and bear-ish. just the dictionary definition of a Gentle Giant. well, mostly gentle unless pushed. ACCENT. southern appalachian drawl. VOICE. deep, husky, and gravelly yet nothing short of soothing. his voice claim is Colter Wall. DOMINANT HAND. he’s ambidextrous! POSTURE. Gus is always generally seen standing tall and proud. he’s definitely a man who’s comfortable in his body, and the stark juxtaposition of his formidable physique and utterly gentle nature often catches the townsfolk and westworld guests by surprise. SCARS. deep, jagged scars that run diagonally across his back and over his biceps. supposedly a bear gave him the scars when he fought one off a young boy. in reality, he fought a guest off one of the teenage hosts in one of his first loops, and said guest struck August down with a searing hot fire poker from his forge while the young android ran for safety. that was the first and last time Gus was ever killed during his loop, and he has rarely been updated since. TATTOOS. he has some beautifully intricate tattoo sleeves on both arms, each image representing one of his favorite western tall tales that he often retells to his forge guests (especially crowds of kids). Gus actually gave himself the tattoos to hide the scars on his arms (the ones he could reach anyway), and the westworld writers never corrected the feature since they found them aesthetically pleasing and appropriate for his host role as both a blacksmith and self-proclaimed cultural mythologist / historian of the town. MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). we stan a sweet old android with dimples and laugh lines. and those bright eyes of his visibly twinkle when he smiles!

childhood !

PLACE OF BIRTH. Technically? The Westworld Mesa Hub. But for his written backstory, his birthplace is unknown. HOMETOWN. Hinton, West Virginia. a small railroad and coal town that sits at the edge of the New River in the Appalachian Mountains. when Gus was a boy, the town was essentially split between “trash” and “old money”. Gus came from the run-down side of the tracks, raised as a laboring blacksmith’s son, but he had a happy childhood. FIRST WORDS. “god dammit” after hearing his father shout it when he struck his thumb with a hammer. Almanzo found it hilarious, but also spent days trying to get the baby to say something else, ANYTHING else because the town population at the time was made of a few hundred southern baptists. suffice to say, Almanzo’s efforts were fruitless, and little baby August shouted it to the world in the middle of that sunday’s church service. his hometown community loved him dearly, but he’d always been labeled a little troublemaker ever since. and he was quite the prankster in his youth. all harmless of course. Gus hardly has a cruel bone in his body, but won his peer’s attentions and affections by being a bit of a class clown. SIBLINGS. none that he knows of. PARENTS. Almanzo “Manny” Wilder. should be noted that Almanzo is not August’s biological father. Gus was dropped at the door of his forge as a baby, and the identity of August’s biological family remains a complete mystery to both him and his caretaker. Almanzo played himself off as his biological dad for some time, but once Gus shot up to be about twice his old man’s size at age fifteen, well. he kind of figured it out on his own. he never resented Manny for it, though. in his mind, he is his real father. his only father. since he was the only one who was ever there for him. PARENTAL INVOLVEMENT. Almanzo was a very attentive surrogate father and loved Gus with everything he had. Gus always had a sharp mind and vivid imagination as a kid, and Manny told him time and time again that his brain was far too big for a place like Hinton, always urging him to apply to those fancy universities along the coast or over in England and become a novelist or engineer. August looked up to his father however, and wanted to grow up to be just like him, and therefore was not only Almanzo’s child, but also his apprentice. He stayed in Hinton until Manny died from lung cancer, and by which August was about 25 years old or so and a freshly professional smith. He took over the family business, sought to pave his own way out west, and has been tending to the needs of the people in Sweetwater ever since.

adult life !

OCCUPATION. a blacksmith and self-proclaimed “cultural mythologist”. fancy way of saying he really loves to wow kids with the tall tales of the west. CURRENT RESIDENCE. his forge that sits on the edge of town. CLOSE FRIENDS. well he spends a lot of time with his two pets, Teddy Bear and Sundance Kid. they’re about the closest friends he has. oh he cares about the other hosts of Sweetwater, dearly! and he craves human connection something fierce. but his work (and his emotional walls) keeps him a bit too busy to really... dive deep in any of those friendships. sadly. RELATIONSHIP STATUS. single, although was married to @forgedwest in a past loop. FINANCIAL STATUS. he’s definitely not filthy rich, but growing up poor taught him to be good with his money and while he doesn’t have a luxurious life by any means, he has all he needs. lower class but not at all bothered by it. DRIVER’S LICENSE. N/A. CRIMINAL RECORD. a few bar fights, but he was never guilty of starting them. just ending them. VICES. if you ask August, he’ll say he sleeps in just a little too long on Sunday mornings, rolling and smoking hashish to unwind. if you ask me, i say don’t buy him more than three amaretto sours if you wanna have a drink with him. he can generally control himself and hold his liquor, but he can get to a point where he won’t stop lmao. luckily, he’s a happy drunk. also enjoys cigars, but smokes them more for celebration of special occasions.

sex and romance !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. bisexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION. biromantic PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. Submissive | dominant | switch ( he’s primarily a service top ) LIBIDO. average, i guess? i wouldn’t say his libido is anything insane, otherwise he’d REALLY be suffering being the lonely bachelor he is lmao. but he likes sex! TURN ONS. he loves a good sense of humor and has a weak spot for well-meaning troublemakers TURN OFFS. people who take advantage of others. that’s a broad category, but it’s a personal thing. LOVE LANGUAGE. gift-giving, physical intimacy, protection and quality time! he’s not so good at expressing his feelings with words, but you will absolutely know if he fancies you because his actions will show it. you will NEVER wonder about his intentions. the old boy wears his heart on his sleeve. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. despite how obviously loving he is, August has a tendency to assume people don’t want to be with him. one could argue it’s likely rooted in an abandonment issue of some kind. Almanzo was a plenty attentive and very caring dad, but the knowledge that one was orphaned and dropped off on someone’s front step is would be a little jarring when just about anyone hears it. though it’s likely less so much that, and more so how his peers in school were downright TERRIFIED him just because of his intimidating physique alone (despite his kind nature). he was taken advantage of a lot in his youth due to just how naturally people pleasing he can be to compensate for his scary appearance, and his kindness was therefore mistaken often for stupidity. its a compulsion that he’s gotten better about controlling as he grew older, and is now much more discerning re: who deserves the clothes off his back. but little insecurities regarding it remains, and as such his assumption that no one harbors affections for him has become a self-fulfilling prophecy. August is very sweet and outgoing, plenty handsome, great with kids and would make a very loving husband and lifetime best friend! but he doesn’t exactly make himself romantically available.

miscellaneous !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. “ take me home, country roads ” by john denver. shocker, i know. HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. he’s a blacksmith by occupation, but August can make just about anything with any material you can think of. he’s a jack of all trades type, and spends a lot of his rare spare time gardening, sketching while he’s people-watching, writing stories, blowing glass, and creating little animals and character figurines from his stories out of hide / wood/ metal. the latter are gifts that he gives to any young park guests who come to the forge. he also likes playing his guitar or banjo and singing to himself on warm summer nights. MENTAL ILLNESSES. i mean. everything truly traumatic that ever happened to him was basically wiped clean from his slate so u kno. none. for now lmfao. PHYSICAL ILLNESSES. N/A. LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. right-brained, i guess. he can be plenty logical, but he’s definitely a creative type! FEARS. there is a Vague Fear that he will die alone but it’s not pertinent enough to cause him a lot of anxiety. because he’s generally pretty independent. more so, it’s just a source of intense longing when he’s got a crush, but then he never actually acts on it. also, he’s got a bit of a fear of vulnerability. mostly because his kindness has been used against him plenty and no, it has not made him any less kind, but he doesn’t want that kindness tied into real emotional potency and then turned against him. vulnerability and intimacy also come with the pre-conceived knowledge of loss, because relationships ( be they romantic, friendships, family etc ) either end in break ups or death. and yes, it’s better to have loved and lost than never loved at all, but that doesn’t make August’s unease re: loss any less real. SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. hmmm. i’ll say about an 6 or 7 out of 10? he’s plenty sure of himself and his abilities, he just keeps himself humble like the well-mannered mountain boy he is. VULNERABILITIES. best way to hurt him is to strike anyone close to him. cares WAY MORE about others. though on a kind of....emotional note? personal note? idk. he’s quite aware of how he’s perceived to be a bit “simple-minded” all due to his accent. it’s something that Gus will get defensive about if you poke at him for it. not out of pride, but out of love for the people and culture from where he hails. he LOVES Appalachia deeply, and while he admires the west for all of its available adventure and promise, the people of the Blue Ridge Mountains remain the kindest he’s ever known. don’t talk bad about them, he’ll be quick to knock you into next tuesday.

tagged by: @noiseofthunder thank u grunk u always tag me in the Quality Shit (n this really helped me finally flesh some character basics out) tagging: @forgedwest bc i’m the worst friend n force erin to do every dash game ever. also @copiesofme @defactomatriarch @bountyman & thieves are valid.

#( character study. )#( dash games. )#those of u who have been writing with me for some time #kno that i use these memes to talk abt my characters for ages #one word answers whom bitch??? WHOM????

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eeyore101247 · 5 years

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Bruises and Written Hearts Part 2

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: 8 months have passed, and it has been the happiest 8 months of your life. But what happens when your past returns?

Soulmate AU: Anything written on self shows up on soulmate and get the same injuries as soulmate

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety and fear, with fluff and angst

2,832 words

Part 1!!!

Masterlist

Eight months had passed since you moved to London, and things were going well for you. Your dad helped you find a decent job working at a small cafe. You quickly fell in love with your job, getting to help make people’s day by giving them a smile and some coffee. Maybe not all the customers were nice, and some were just downright awful, but you pushed through anyways. It made you a bit of cash, which if you saved up long enough, you could get an apartment of your own with.

Your relationship with Tom was going great as well. You two had been dating for 6 months now and it was the best 6 months of your life. He had left a few months ago to go on a press tour, and he had asked if you could watch over Tessa in his apartment for him. You happily agreed, and your dad and Tom helped you get comfortable in the apartment before Tom had left for his press junket. It was a lonely few months, filled with Facetime calls and texts, but thankfully Tom was going to be home for a few days since one of their stops was in London.

You nervously fiddled with the hem of your sports shorts while you waited for him to come home, Tessa curled up on the couch beside you. His flight had landed not too long ago, and he had texted and let you know that he was on the way home and would arrive in around 15 minutes.

That was 15 minutes ago, and he was due to be home anytime soon. Mind racing with several thoughts, you took glances at the door, heart pounding in your ears. What if he found someone better? Not all soulmates were romantic soulmates. On rare occasions they ended up only friends or worse, enemies. You were already extremely unlucky, always stumbling and managing to bruise or scratch yourself near daily. With a nervous sigh, you ran your fingers through your hair, messing up what was left of the curls from working earlier in the day.

The soft click of the lock pulled your attention to the door, your heart racing in your chest once more. Tessa immediately jumped off the couch, paws padding on the hardwood as she ran to the door, tail wagging a mile a minute. You swallowed nervously, watching as the handle turned and the door pushed open. Tom soon stood in the doorway, a huge smile on his face as Tessa jumped on him, showering him with affection when he kneeled down to her height.

The sight put a smile on your face as you stood up, making your way over to the two. Tom straightened up as he saw you approaching, his smile growing even wider as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close.

“Welcome home Tom.” You said softly, leaving a kiss on his cheek. You felt his strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you against his chest.

“Thank you darling. It’s good to be home for a few days.” He said softly, nuzzling into your neck with a smile. A soft giggle passed your lips as he started peppering your neck in soft kisses, his lips warm against your skin. “Missed you so much.” He muttered against your skin, lips traveling across your jaw. You hummed softly, smile still present as you played with the small curls on the back of his neck.

“I missed you too Tommy.” You muttered softly, giggling as his nose bumped against yours. His soft lips brushed against your chapped ones, a smile on his face as his hands gently grabbed your waist. His lips pressed against yours in a gentle sweet kiss, your eyes fluttering shut as a soft hum left your lips. Your lips molded to his as his thumbs rubbed soothing circles into your skin.

“Mmm, Tommy, don’t you have an interview soon?” You mumbled against his lips, moaning as he took the opportunity to slip his tongue in. He tasted like salted peanuts, tongues dancing around each other. You tugged gently on his hair, earning a moan from him. You pulled away slowly, taking his lower lip between your teeth with a gentle tug.

“I do, but I wanna spend some time with my girl first.” He muttered, letting out a groan as you nipped at his lip again. You gently ran your fingers through his hair, placing a kiss at the corner of his mouth.

“I’m okay with this plan.” You said softly, giggling as he swept you off your feet and carried you to the bedroom, kisses and giggles echoing through the apartment.

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You smiled as you pushed open the door to your Dad’s home. Tom was gone for a few hours for interviews, having taken Tessa with him and leaving you some time to spend with your Dad. He had come over to visit when he had time, but that wasn’t often with the job he worked.

“Dad! I’m home for a few!” You holler out, shutting the door behind you and slipping your shoes off.

“In the living room pumpkin!” You heard your dad holler, a smile on your face as you made your way into the living room. You froze at the sight that greeted you, your heart dropping into the pit of your stomach. Your mother sat in the chair next to the couch, her legs crossed and arms resting against the chair. Your heart raced, the air being sucked from your lungs as you looked between her and your father.

“H-hi Mom.” You said quietly, feet rooted in place in the archway. She looked at you unamused, a spark of hate in her gaze.

“Hi Y/N.” She replied, voice flat and cold. She turned her attention back to your father, picking up the conversation they had been having. “Anyways, she’s coming back home with me.”

“No, she’s not. She is 23 years old and can make her own decisions. She has a job and a life here, unlike when she was living with you where she had to practically sneak out to avoid you beating the shit out of her.” Your father scowled, turning towards you and replacing it with a smile. “How are you honey? Did Tom’s flight go well?”

“Tom? Who the hell is Tom?”

“I’m alright Dad. Tom said his flight went smoothly and was rather relaxing. He’s currently doing some press for his new movie, but he said he would stop by to say hi later.” You replied, trying to keep your voice calm as you spoke. Your mother’s presence was causing fear to trickle its way through you, your palms slick with sweat. You tried to keep your focus on your father, but you couldn’t help but glance at your mother’s scowling face.

“Is this that boy you had been talking to? The one who wrote the heart?” She asked, a bitter tone to her voice. “If he’s a movie star, you aren’t going to last very long. You’re nothing compared to what he has at his fingertips.”

It was like a knife stabbing you through the heart, pain radiating through your chest and traveling through every bone in your body. You struggled to take a breath as her words only made your anxiety worse, threatening to consume you at any moment.

“Don’t listen to her. She hasn’t met him.” Your father said, glad that he noticed what her words had done. “Mary, I think you should leave. You’ve said your piece.”

“Fine, but I’ll be back tomorrow to take Y/N back home.” She huffed, grabbing her purse and making her way out of the home. Once the door shut, you collapsed, the wall breaking as tears streamed down your cheeks.

“H-how did she know I was here? W-why can’t she just leave me alone?” You cried, burying your face in your hands. You felt the warm embrace of your father as he kneeled beside you and took you in his arms.

“I don’t know pumpkin, but she can’t make you do something you don’t want to.” He said softly, fingers stroking through your hair. “Why don’t you stay with Tom tonight and go out with him tomorrow. She doesn’t know where he lives, so you’ll be safe.”

You nodded as you buried your face in his chest, your soft sobs muffled by his shirt.

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You quietly sat in your dad’s home, blanket wrapped around your shoulders as you drank a cup of tea. You and your father had spent the time watching a movie, trying to get your mind off your mother’s words, but it didn’t work. She was right. Tom had so much better at his fingertips, and then there was you. Some average Nancy, nothing special or outstanding about you. Your father had tried to assure you you were special. That you were everything to Tom, that he could see it in the way he looked at you.

There was a knock on the front door, your heart racing in fear as your father got up to answer it. Faint voices traveled into the room, but you couldn’t make out what they were saying. You tried to focus back on the movie in front of you, but your thoughts continued down the same path as before. You felt he deserved so much better than you. You were nothing compared to the movie stars he could have.

Like Zendaya.

People shipped them together and talked about how perfect the two would be. She was the kind of partner he deserved, not some anxiety ridden PTSD suffering barista.

You jumped as a hand came to rest on your shoulder, having been too wrapped up in your thoughts to notice Tom and your dad enter the room.

“Hey, it’s gonna be ok, it’s gonna be alright. I won’t let her force you to do anything you don’t want to do.” Tom said softly as he cupped your cheeks, thumbs brushing away tears you didn’t know you were shedding. A whimper slipped out as you looked up at him, your chest heaving as the silent tears turned into sobs. Tom sat down beside you, his strong arms wrapping around you and pulling you into his chest.

“It’s gonna be alright baby girl. You’re safe. She can’t get you.” He whispered in your ear, breath warm against your skin, pleasant tingles erupting from it. You buried your face against him, aware that you were soaking the t-shirt he was wearing with your tears. You mumbled soft apologies for both ruining his shirt and for how horrible of a match you were for him, but he didn’t know that.

“There’s nothing to apologize for, baby girl.” He said softly, stroking his fingers through your hair. You heard your father whisper something to Tom, Tom giving a soft nod in response. Your father’s footsteps could be heard walking away, heading to another room.

“I’m such a horrible match for you. Y-you could have any number of gorgeous and amazing women, and you got stuck with me.” You sobbed softly, hands gripping at his shirt. His arms tightened around you, his hand rubbing gently up and down your back.

“You are the perfect match for me, angel.” He said softly, gently forcing you to look up at him. He wiped away your tears, looking down at you lovingly. “What your mother said is wrong. You are the only woman I want and will ever need.”

You let out a whimper, sniffling as you gently let go of his shirt. “A-are you sure? Y-you could have anyone. Soulmates aren’t always romantic soulmates.”

“I’m positive, darling.” He placed a gentle but sweet kiss against your lips, nose bumping against yours as he pulled away. “Ready to head home?”

You nodded silently, sniffling as Tom helped you up off the couch and out to his car, driving the two of you back to his apartment for a night in with takeout and Netflix.

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You heard the soft chirping of birds, the sun’s rays warm against your skin as you slowly stirred awake. You let out a soft yawn, eyes opening slowly as Tom invaded your senses. His warm skin against yours, the faint scent of his cologne and deodorant still lingering in the air around him. You smiled as you heard his soft snores, carefully moving so you could get a better view, being careful you didn’t wake him. Your gaze traveled up along his defined jaw, smiling at the light dusting of pink along his cheeks. You adored his crooked nose, gaze moving over to his messy brow as you gently tried to smooth it out. You suppressed a giggle as Tom let out a soft sigh, his lips turning up into a smile.

“Morning love.” He said softly, his warm chocolate eyes meeting yours. You leaned up, gently pressing a kiss to his lips as your hand came down to caress his cheek.

“Morning Tommy.” You muttered against his lips, brushing your nose against his. “Did you sleep well?” You asked softly between kisses, earning a chuckle from Tom.

“Better than I have without you.” He muttered into the kisses, his lips pulled up into a smile. You let out a squeal as he rolled on top of you, pinning you between him and the bed. He started to pepper kisses all over your face, mumbling soft ‘I love yous’ as his lips traveled across your skin. He started to crawl down, his lips trailing down your neck and across your shoulder, causing you to squirm beneath him.

You were startled as a loud knocking echoed through the apartment, your heart racing in fear. Tom frowned as he rolled off, grabbing a pair of sweats and slipping them on over his boxers. You slid your legs out from under the sheets as Tom went and answered the door. The floor was cold under your feet, causing you to shiver as you grabbed one of Tom’s shirts and slipped it on. Quietly, you tiptoed down the hall, peeking around the corner to see who was at the door. You let out a breath of relief as you saw it was your dad, carrying a few boxes into the apartment. You stepped into the room, smiling as you moved over to Tom.

“Hey Dad, what are you doing?” You asked, watching as he set the boxes down. He let out a grunt as he straightened back up, rubbing his lower back. Tom walked out of the apartment, muttering an ‘I got it’ to your dad as he had started walking back out the door.

“Hey pumpkin. I’m moving some of your stuff over here to Tom’s apartment before your mom comes back to the house.” He said, giving you an apologetic smile. You gave a small nod, playing with the hem of the shirt. “We figured it would be safer for you to stay here than come home, since your mom doesn’t know where Tom lives.”

“Is Tom okay with it?” You asked, gently biting at your lower lip as your anxiety spiked. What if he didn’t want you to live with him? What if he didn’t want to go this fast?

“Of course I am darling. It was my idea.” Tom said as he walked back in with a few boxes, the bulging of his muscles causing your cheeks to turn a bright cherry red. He set them on top of the others, smiling as he turned around to look at you. “I want you to be safe.”

You gave him a small smile as your dad brought in what looked to be the last few boxes.

“Alright kiddos. I have to get going to work, but I hope you two enjoy your day. Love you pumpkin.” Your dad said as he came over and kissed your cheek, giving Tom a small nod before walking out and closing the door behind him.

“Love you too.” You called after him before turning your attention back to Tom. He pulled you into his arms, placing a kiss against your temple.

“I hope you don’t mind moving in with me and I’m sorry we didn’t ask you about it.” He said softly, smiling down at you as he held you close to his chest. You shook your head as you smiled up at him.

“I’m a bit upset that you guys didn’t talk to me about it, but at the moment, I’m happy that I don’t have to deal with her.” You said softly, wrapping your arms around his neck. “For now, I want to continue what we started earlier.” You said with a smile, leaning up and pecking him on the lips. He let out a chuckle as he led you back to his bedroom, pulling you back into his bed for more morning cuddles before the two of you would have to get ready for the day.

AN: It’s here! Part 2 of Bruises and Written Hearts! I hope you all enjoyed this! It took me a while to write, but it’s finally here. If you want more, please let me know and maybe I’ll do a part 3! Who knows?

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pi-cat000 · 5 years

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MSA time travel idea (part 28)

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, Vivi POV, 8, 9, 10, Lewis POV, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, Lance POV 18, 19, Lewis POV 2, 21 , 22, Vivi POV 2, 24, 25 Lewis POV 3, Mystery POV

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VIVI POV

The sky is overcast, darkening grey, blocking out most of the afternoon sun. A strong wind is funnelling around the cars and buildings, blowing hair over her face and eyes. Vivi pauses, narrowly avoiding a cyclist who appears suddenly on her left. She shuffles about restlessly, hurrying forward once the coast is clear, dodging any remaining pedestrians and drivers between her and the car park. Mystery, to his credit, takes the jostling like a champ, sitting patiently in her arms. She hates the thought of leaving him alone in the truck for any length of time, but she doesn’t have his lead and doesn’t trust him enough to just leave him outside the hospital. No matter how well behaved a dog he is, he is still a dog.

The area around the hospital is thankfully familiar enough that she can cut down a side street and reach the truck well before the estimated ten minutes are up. When Arthur had first gotten his licence, they’d spent a lot of time loitering around the open mall, none of them really having enough money to buy anything.

She places Mystery on the ground while she searches her shoulder bag for keys. A loud growl has her pausing, attention snapping down. That’s a sound she rarely hears. Vivi begins scanning for whatever set her dog off. Of course, she immediately spots the shifty-looking man leaning up against a car on the row directly across from her. Angry brown eyes meet her blue ones. Any serious concern is stayed when the man pushes forward to exhibit a pronounced limp. Arm in a sling, with a heavily bandaged torso just visible beneath an equally ragged leather vest and jacket, this guy has been on the losing side of one to many fights.

“Hey. You got a moment?” Is grunted at her. Mystery growls. She glares, trying to seam as unfriendly as possible. Vivi definitely doesn’t have time for whatever this is.

“Saw you arrive with that dude in purple, sportin the purple hair-do. He doesn’t work at that weird-ass diner in Tempo, does he? Called ‘Pepper and salt’ or whatever.”

Okay, the angry, injured stranger is asking about Lewis. Not what she had expected.

“Do I know you?”

“No. But you might know the guy I’m after. Goes by the name of Arthur. That ring any bells?”

Vivi turns, planting herself forward a step, giving the stranger a thorough once over. She doesn’t recognise him. Any Tempo resident would know the name of the Pepper diner, so he is not a local. Was this a distant relative of Arthur’s? He looks nothing like Arthur, but that’s not an indicator of much.

“Who?” She plays dumb.

“Average height. Blond hair. Works at Kingsman Mechanics. Knows that dude you were just with…” The man continues, irritated, making a sharp gesture towards the hospital. Vivi is reminded that Lewis is waiting for her and that she should cut this short. Unfortunately, with all the Arthur related mysteries happening around her, she is now very curious.

“Don’t know him.” She says shortly, “But… I can pass a message to the guy I’m with if it’s about something important.” If this is a relative, then the timing suggested he’d be here for Lance. But the mysterious stranger hadn’t asked after Lance. Only Arthur and Lewis. That’s weird.

An increasingly angry scowl, “I’m after a mutual acquaintance actually.”

“An acquaintance of Arthur’s?” How many shifty characters did Arthur know? This guy, and apparently one more? Was this guy the source of Arthur’s odd behaviour?

“Yeah.”

“What sort of acquaintance?” She pushes.

“The not nice kind.”

Why does that sound super ominous? “You want to elaborate on that a bit?”

The fact that this mysterious man is acting intentionally vague is doing nothing except increase her interest. It is almost too convenient that he is here right now. Mentally, she apologies to Lewis. Hopefully, he will be fine without her for a while longer because she is definitely going to be more than ten minutes.

There is more suspicious glaring which transitions into an appraisal. Vivi waits expectantly, unfazed. Eventually, mystery stranger pulls out a cigarette pack, puts one between his teeth, lights it with his good arm and offers the box in her direction.

“No thanks.” She rejects promptly.

A shrug and a grumbled question follows her response. “You ever been to the old mines out near that cave system? The one a few hours drive from here?”

“No.” Though not through lack of trying. She had been itching to check them out for ages, but the trip always got postponed. A big source of industry, before a series of accidents forced them to close, many people swore the cave systems around the mines were haunted. The caves had been a scheduled last stop before home on their road trip. Before they had replanned everything anyway.

“Your purple friend. He ever go up there?”

“No? What does that have to do with a mutual acquaintance of Arthur’s?”

“Do you believe in the occult? Like ghosts, demons and whatever,” The mystery stranger continues, indifferent to her confusion.

“Ah, sorry?” All the theories she’d been forming, from Arthur being a member of a biker gang to on drugs of some sort, are derailed.

“I’m tracking a demon.” A pause to inhale smoke. “A body snatcher or some sort. Tricky to pin down. They have this nasty habit of wiping out their host’s family and friends. If your purple friend has any strong connection to Arthur… I’d keep an eye out.”

“That’s crazy…Why would I believe that?” Even as she speaks, Vivi’s thoughts are shifting to her Gran. All her life, Gran had told her wild stories, spurring her on her fascination with the supernatural and mysteries. Until right this second, she has never had any real proof of any of it.

“Believe it. Don’t believe it. Couldn’t give less of a shit about what ya do. But, possessed or not, this guy Arthur, he’s in collusion with it.” The stranger growls the final word like a curse, “So you go ask that purple friend of yours if he’s noticed strange behaviour. Like Arthur’s not himself. Keeping secrets. Lying. Actin odd. If he thinks of anything or knows where Arthur is, then give this number a call.”

A small card is shoved out towards her. It has a single phone number running across its centre. One last scowl, an irritated grumble, and the man turns, limping away. Vivi quickly moves forward a step, reaching out to catch his arm. The wet fabric causes her to pause.

“You’re bleeding,” She states. The injury must be severe if it is soaking through leather. “There’s a hospital right there you know.”

The man pauses, shrugging her off, “Don’t got no time for hospitals.”

He gives her another hard glare, grunting, “A body snatcher jumps through physical touch. If the eyes are green…try not to look at em. Run, give me a call, it’s your choice. Now get off. Got places to be.” An aggressive step and the man is stalking away, pulling his jacket close.

“Wait. What do you mean run?”

Crap. That can’t be IT. She needs more. What did any of that even mean? Body snatcher? Demons? She’d read a dozen or so books on creatures similar. But those were all myths, legends and a few biblical tales. Nothing real…

She glances down at the card and finds it weirdly familiar. Frick, frick, frick. She recognises the number. Hurriedly, Vivi pulls open the truck door, yanking Arthur’s shoulder bag from the where they’d pilled their belongings. The cab is a safer location for storage then the truck bed. In a rush, she rips free the stack of paper containing the referral. Amongst the pile is a plain white business card. Half crumbled from where it has been shoved into Arthur’s back pocket at some point, it has a single number across the middle. Vivi compares the two cards. The numbers match. Was this proof? Vivi quickly reverses back down to the pavement, scanning the carpark, but the man has disappeared among the many shoppers.

Her mind cycles through a whole new avenue of possibilities. Her dad had never approved of her interest in the supernatural. Increasingly unsupportive and displeased whenever she mentioned her hobby, the paranormal-themed road trip had been an ongoing source of tension, made worse with her mom on one of her extended business trips. Vivi had been looking forward to escaping for a bit. Then the plans for the ‘supernatural’ theme had changed. She hadn’t told her dad. It would have been like admitting defeat somehow. What if there was an actual reason behind his extreme dislike?

“I’ll be back soon,” She assures Mystery, picking him up and plonking him in the truck cab. She turns to chase after the stranger, moving in the direction she thinks he might have gone. Mystery barks twice, and she ignores him. Mid-step, she pulls out her phone to dial Lewis and give him an update. In the process, she notices a stack of missed calls. All from Lewis. That didn’t bode well. Worried, she dials.

“Where are you!?” Lewis answers and he is panicked.

Vivi freezes, one leg extended. There is a long string of barely legible words as Lewis mixes English and Spanish in his rush to speak. Vivi immediately about faces, pivoting to hasten in the opposite direction, back past the truck, towards the hospital. Lewis sounds upset. Really upset. She needs to get to him.

“Lewis. Too fast. Take a breath and tell me what’s wrong?”

There is a low intake from across the line.

“Where are you?” Lewis is understandable now, but his tone still cracks a bit on the question.

“I’m on my way back…Are you okay?” She hits the main road and doesn’t bother checking for traffic, a horn blares, but she doesn’t stop.

“Arthur’s not here,” Lewis confirms her fears, and then proceeds to increase them a hundred-fold, “I found the right room. Lance was admitted early this morning for multiple stab wounds. I went straight in once I knew where it was.” Another inhale. “Lance is…was…I don’t know …he wasn’t breathing. I hit the emergency call button because not breathing is definitely a bad thing.”

The hospital entrance looms over her, “What do you mean, not breathing?”

“A lot of doctors came rushing in. I got kicked out, so I’m not sure what’s going on, but it looked serious. How far away are you?”

“I’m approaching the entrance now.”

“Okay. I’ll meet you there.”

The phone goes dead. Vivi spares it a worried glance, running the rest of the way, hurrying past the security guard and through the sliding glass doors. Lewis is weaving around to get to her. His height makes him easy to spot, bobbing along through the streams of people entering and exiting the hospital.

He rushes right up and into her, wrapping her in a hug, and lifting her off the ground. Oxygen momentarily vacates her lungs. The worry fire, still burning in her stomach, is almost suffocating now. Doubt and fear wiggles past her defences, settling in her chest.

“I thought you’d left,” Lewis mutters, just audible with his face smooshed into the shoulder of her blue cardigan. Vivi almost flinches. She refocuses.

“I would never do that,” She avows. Geez, she’s dumb. Of course, Lewis would be sensitive about missing calls, considering the current circumstances. “Never.”

Lewis just hums in acknowledgement.

“Sorry.” He mutters and inhales again, pulling back and freeing a hand to scratch the back of his head. Lewis and Arthur. Two peas in a pod when it came to apologising for stuff that wasn’t their fault.

“Hey. It’s okay. I’m sorry as well. I should have called.” Should have but didn’t, too wrapped up in solving the Arthur mystery. Now she just has a bunch more questions.

“What happened with Uncle Lance?” She asks again. They relocate to sit on the blue plastic seats which line the hospital’s foyer. No longer blocking the main entrance, she listens to Lewis quietly run through the harrowing experience of finding Lance, practically dead in his bed. He’s visibly shaken, and Vivi waits patiently while he works through the facts. Her mind wanders to that odd moment almost two weeks ago, when she’d accidentally scared Arthur on his way back from the toilet. For a split second, she hadn’t recognised the expression on his face. It had been weirdly uncanny. At the time, she had chalked it up to nausea and headaches.

‘A habit of wiping out their host’s family and friends.’

If Lance had been admitted in the morning, then it would have been impossible for Arthur to make the attack. ‘Not breathing’ could have a bunch of rational explanations. She would need to talk to a nurse or doctor before deciding on anything. Besides, Arthur’s eyes were golden brown, not green.

‘Possessed or not, this guy, Arthur, he’s in collusion with it. Strange behaviour.’

Conjecture and coincidence. What hard proof does Vivi have? Arthur acting out of sorts? He had been through rough patches of antisocial behaviour before. A phone number on a card? That just signalled that the mysterious stranger had met Arthur previously. More importantly, how did that tie into Arthur’s sudden Lewis aversion?

“What do you think we should we do?” Lewis breaks her speculation. He has his hands clasped above his knees, and it is leaning forward to stare at the hallway leading towards the wards. Nervous silence prevails while they both work to possess new developments. She fidgets on the seat, glancing about the hospital for an answer. Near the reception desk, a frazzled nurse is talking and gesturing in Lewis’s direction.

“Wait for news on Lance.” That’s all they could do. Maybe, hopefully, Arthur would make an appearance.

Part 29: here

#MSA #mystery skulls animated #fanfiction #fanfic #Vivi Yukino #Lewis pepper #Mystery the dog #angst #oc character #but will lance survive?#vivi gets a bunch of puzzle pieces and has no idea what to do with them

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etoilebinaire · 5 years

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OC profile meme

I got tagged by @aeducanka / @reverienne !! thank you! My darling Revan/Jess Ashley ❤️

PHYSICAL

Name: Jess Ashley/Revan She chose the name Revan when she was pretty young, after dropping her deadname. The jedi council gave her the name Jess Ashley along with her fake memories, but it stuck and she doesn’t mind being called either.

Nickname: Rev, Jessie

Age: 30 at the start of kotor1

Morality: Neutral Evil I always have a hard time choosing an accurate alignment for my characters since I feel like they’re always in between somewhere. Jess is definitely neutral, since she does defy laws and rules if it’s in her best interest, but doesn’t go out of her way to break any. She certainly isn’t “good”, either. Neutral evil is being capable of anything as long as it advances the character or their goals and I feel like that fits quite well. (also she was on the red morality side ingame) PERSONAL

Religion: does the force count? Jess doesn’t follow either the jedi or the sith code closely, but she’s very attuned and connected to the force and has created her own religion-like thinking around it. She definitely believes the force has a certain predetermined destiny for anyone and anything, and that she is able to sense that destiny. This has quite gone to her head, as she believes she’s some kind of prophet who can see the force’s will. However, she doesn’t dare going against that destiny(and if she does; it’s only reserved for the people she loves most in the universe).

Sins: greed/gluttony/sloth/lust/pride/envy/wrath

Virtues: chastity/charity/dilligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

Known languages: common, wookiee, and since she has the force power comprehend speech, a lot more (even if she can’t remember how she got the ability to speak those languages)

Build: scrawny/bony/slender/fit/athletic/curvy/herculean/pudgy/plus size/average

Height: ~1.70m?

Scars/Birthmarks: Claw scars on her lower back Headcanon time! She and some other padawans were stationed on Hoth for some training in the snow and of course she wandered off cause she was bored. Alek was right on her heels cause he was always the more responsible of the two and he was worried. They got sneak attacked by some big creature, which left Revan with scars on her lower back (since she was too embarrassed to go to a proper healer) and from then on they both hated Hoth, and even disliked the cold. Even after her memory loss, Jess had an unexplainable reluctance to go to Hoth, and still disliked the cold. ABILITIES/POWERS

1. She is able to sense the “will of the force”, and sees destined outcomes through the force. However, these destinies can be pretty vague and have to be interpreted by Jess herself.

2. Jess has an incredible amount of patience, mostly because she can see the humour in almost every situation and she doesn’t mind waiting if she is amused in the meantime.

3. She is a skilled warrior with double blades, both lightsaber(red and yellow) and vibroblades. She can handle herself in hand to hand combat too.

4. If she truly wants something, almost nothing will stop her from reaching her goals, and she is not above using any powers possible or playing dirty if it is convenient for her. However, this rarely happens as she is cocky enough to believe she can do most things with half her effort.

5. Jess is very good at swoop racing and is NOT afraid of going fast. Mostly cause she doesn’t care if she hits anything on the way.

6. She is also a pretty skilled mechanic, she can fix any swoop bike and do small repairs/improvements on ships and other machinery.

RESTRICTIONS

1. Because she thinks she can sense the “will of the force”, she often blames the force for stuff that she alone is to blame for. She also uses it as an excuse, which is infuriating for her friends.

2. She strongly believes that people do not change; they can only realize potentials or go ‘off track’ on their destiny. If people change drastically, they either have always been like that without realizing or they are just plain wrong. So, if she has made her mind up about you, she rarely ever changes her perspective. For example: in her opinion, Bastila’s true destiny was being a jedi, so she was not very concerned when she ‘turned to the dark side’.

3. This makes her very stubborn and stuck in her thinking. Once you get to know her, she is actually pretty predictable and sometimes really frustrating.

4. Jess is really arrogant and believes she is practically unbeatable, and that her ideals/ideas are always right. She cannot wrap her head around being wrong about something or someone.

5. She cannot cook for shit, which is why she likes making soups best (can’t burn that!)

6. Jess gets.. ‘moods’. These ‘moods’ are difficult to describe but the best similar thing I know is PMS, but different and very aggressive. During these moods, everything feels wrong and she’s like a spring full of tension about to jump up and blind someone. It’s like an accumulation of all the wrong things in her life (and there are A LOT) that sometimes just needs to… get out. She usually solves them by getting into a fight or physically destroying something, and then just waiting for it to get out of her system. Nobody really knows where these moods come from or how to solve them in a nonviolent way, but meditating with Jolee seems to lessen the aggression a little.

FAVOURITES

Food: Creamed Rishi corn soup (there is a lot of food on wookieepedia omg)

Pizza topping: Peppers

Colour: Red!

Music genre: Electronic Dance Music F.E.M.M. would be her fave artists

Movie genre: Heist movies or like... fast & furious stuff

Curse words: Jess is one of those casual cursers who doesn’t even think about it anymore. So her fav is probably just “kriff” which she uses every other sentence. However, being around Mission (and Bastila tbh) would make her more cautious with her cursing. She also definitely picked up some Mando’a curses from Canderous.

Scents: The scent swoop bikes leave behind after speeding away, Kashyyyk after a rainy day, the smokey smell that’s present in the shady part of bars, the oily smell at the work bench, the black tea she likes to drink with Juhani. FUN STUFF

Bottom or top: Top but she also doesn’t mind switching

Sings in the shower: No, she absolutely hates her singing voice even after assurations from her friends that it’s fine. She doesn’t mind her normal talking voice anymore, but singing is just too deep and masculine and wrong and not her.

Likes puns: Yes. The worse the better. She would have the worst shit-eating grin on her face after telling one and she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from smiling.

TAGGING

I’m tagging @aeducanka back cause I know you got a lot more ocs and i want to hear about them all 👀. Also @lesbianvisas @jediisapphic @lady--revan @lordmalak @theebonhawke if you feel like filling this out I’d love to read it!! But no pressure of course :D

#kotor #revan #jess ashley #ask meme fills #this got pretty long lol im sorry #tysm for the tag!! <3 i love excuses to ramble on about my ocs #and as always please dont feel pressured if i tagged you!!#jess would wear a stupid sith pun shirt all the time and nobody would be amused #this has been half-filled in in my drafts for ages

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sapphiretrams · 5 years

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Get to Know Me Tag

I was kind of tagged by @intricately-silly? Like, I have a notification that I was mentioned??? Idk, but thanks if you did!

Rules: Post a pic of your simself with your traits and answer the questions!

Traits: creative + good + music lover

1. What is your full name? Riley, and that’s all I’m gonna say

2. What is your nickname? I kinda gave myself the nickname RPS? You can also call me Trams cause of my url, I don’t mind.

3. When is your birthday? September 5

4. What is your favorite book series? Favorite book series... probably Harry Potter. I’m not obsessed with it (cause J.K. is kinda not a good person) but it’s one of the few series I remember reading.

5. Do you believe in aliens or ghosts? Sure. I’m not a hardcore believer, and when I watch Buzzfeed Unsolved Supernatural, I’m DEFINITELY a Shaniac, but I’m definitely not closed to the idea.

6. Who is your favorite author? Probably Charles Dickens or Shakespeare. I’m a sucker for that classic literature stuff.

7. What is your favorite radio station? Eh, I don’t really listen to the radio.

8. What is your favorite flavor of anything? Lemon! It’s just SO good in all candy flavors, and I love it so much.

9. What word do you often use to describe something great or wonderful? Rad, awesome, cool, the usuals and occasionally terms that are super dated like tubular.

10. What is your favorite song currently? God that’s hard cause I love music so much... maybe Planetary (GO!) or Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na) by MCR.

11. What is your favorite word? Petrichor

12. What is the last song you listened to? The Cage by Genesis

13. What TV show would you recommend everyone to watch? Forensic Files, it’s fascinating to me

14. What is your favorite movie to watch when you’re feeling down? I haven’t been one to watch movies when down so I don’t really have one

15. Do you play video games? Yep! I’ve been playing them a lot

16. What is your biggest fear? Being abandoned. It’s happened to me so often by friends that it’s just sort of become common place and I’m terrified of it.

17. What is your best quality in your opinion? My optimism!

18. What is your worst quality in your opinion? My inability to talk alshdafsdf I’m such a klutz at speaking

19. Do you like cats or dogs better? Dogs, though I do love cats.

20. What is your favorite season? Spring! Everything is turning green and flowering and it’s so refreshing to feel the rain on your face!

21. Are you in a relationship? Nope, I am tragically single

22. What is something you miss from your childhood? Having my parents read stories to me and my brothers, it was such a fun time in my childhood.

23. Who is your best friend? My friend Elli, a super cool nb person who’s been my friend for around 2 years now.

24. What is your eye color? Hazel

25. What is your hair color? Dark brown, though it’s been bleached and I would love to have green hair again.

26. Who is someone you love? Myself 💕

27. Who is someone you trust? My mom. She’s on my side no matter what, and she’s the first family member I told about my sexual and gender identity.

28. Who is someone you think about often? My ocs

29. Are you currently excited about something? Not really, I’m just kinda drifting atm

30. What is your biggest obsession? The Adventure Zone. It is SO. GOOD. I love the McElroys, and they mean a lot to me.

31. What was your favorite TV show as a child? The 1994 Spider-Man series. That SM has always been my favorite and he always will be.

32. Who of the opposite gender can you tell anything to? What’s a gender?

33. Are you superstitious? Sorta I guess

34. Do you have an unusual phobias? I HATE arteries and tendons. HATE HATE HATE them. They freak me out and I have to cover them up when I start getting freaked out by them. I’ve had this fear since I was a child.

35. Do you prefer to be in front of the camera or behind it? Both baby!

36. What is your favorite hobby? Drawing!!!

37. What is the last book you read? Pieces of Happiness by Anne Ostby

38. What was the last movie you watched? Thor: Ragnorak

39. What musical instruments do you play? Violin, a little guitar, some piano?

40. What is your favorite animal? It’s hard for me to pick, but my favorite since I was a baby is a tiger.

41. What are your top five favorite Tumblr blogs? @viper-fish @berrybloomsims @lunacysims @mellindi @sim-borg

42. What super power do you wish you had? The power to refill stuff.

43. When and where do you feel most at peace? When I’m driving. There’s something about the freedom that just makes me feel so at peace, and I love feeling like I’m not restrained by anything.

44. What makes you smile? My dog. Everything about him just makes my heart swell

45. What sports do you play? I used to be a soccer champ when I was young.

46. What is your favorite drink? Diet Peach Snapple or Dr Pepper

47. When was the last time you wrote a handwritten letter or note to someone? When I was in like, 8th grade

48. Are you afraid of heights? Not really, though I was when I was younger.

49. What is your biggest pet peeve? I’m a very patient person, so probably when people talk to me when I wanna be left alone tbh.

50. Have you ever been to a concert? Yep. Maroon 5 was the last one. I hope to go to more too.

51. Are you vegetarian or vegan? Nah

52. When you were little what did you want to be when you grew up? A wild life veterinarian. I would throw my stuffed tiger down the stairs and “rescue” her.

53. What fictional world would you like to live in? The Adventure Zone: Balance world.

54. What is something you worry about? My dog since he’s getting up their in years, finding a college to go to and what I want to major in college, my bf’s safety, occasionally my parents when I’m paranoid and worried something might happen.

55. Are you scared of the dark? Nah. It’s nice. I’m more paranoid something might be in the dark, but,

56. Do you like to sing? Yes! I’m pretty decent at it, too, so I love it.

57. Have you ever skipped school? Yeah. I got really depressed when I was in high school and I stayed at home, calling in sick. Which I was, but it wasn’t entirely honest.

58. What is your favorite place on the planet? My desk, it has all my stuff on it and it’s cluttered to my liking.

59. Where would you like to live? Germany, or maybe France if I can learn the language. Maybe split the difference and move to Switzerland.

60. Do you have any pets? Just my baby boy TJ whom I adore.

61. Are you an early bird or a night owl? Night owl, though I’ve been making more of an effort to wake up early. I also get more done when I wake up early, cause it feels like I have more time to do things before noon.

62. Do you like sunrise or sunsets better? Sunsets, mostly cause I’m able to see them from my house.

63. Do you know how to drive? Yep!

64. Do you prefer earbuds or headphones? Earbuds. I have headphones, but you can’t really wear them in public cause they get in the way.

65. Have you ever had braces? No, though I did have a chin strap when I was younger cause I had (and still have) an underbite.

66. What is your favorite genre of music? My music goes all over the place, but showtunes are my jam.

67. Who is your hero? 1994 Spider-Man. I specify because he’s really different from other versions, and he’s so smart and such a klutz and I grew up with him. I’ve been playing the new Spider-Man game for PS4 and I almost started crying from how close he is to MY SM, and he just reminds me of my morals.

68. Do you read comic books? Nah

69. What makes you the most angry? Politics atm. Don’t even talk to me about them. I don’t like being angry and any talk about the current political situation is just infuriating.

70. Do you prefer to read real books or on an electric device? Either, though real books hold a special aesthetic to them.

71. What is your favorite subject in school? English. Like I said, I’m a literary nerd.

72. Do you have any siblings? Two, an older and a younger brother.

73. What was the last thing you bought? Ariana Grande’s song No Tears Left to Cry

74. How tall are you? 5′ 7″, perfectly average

75. Can you cook? Eh, I can do the basic stuff, and if I have a recipe in front of me then sure, but otherwise? Don’t ask.

76. What are three things that you love? My dog, myself, my mom.

77. What are three things that you hate? Politics, White™ people, being expected to know things I was never told about (cough cough @ my boss)

78. Do you have more female friends or more male friends? Honestly, I have more nb friends than either

79. What is your sexual orientation? Pansexual

80. Where do you currently live? The Midwest

81. Who was the last person you texted? My mom

82. When was the last time you cried? Yesterday because I was laughing so goddamn hard

83. Who is your favorite youtuber? Game Grumps and you can fight me on that

84. Do you like to take selfies? Yep! I’m hot and I know it. I’ve hated myself for 5 years, I deserve to be infatuated with myself.

85. What is your favorite app? Monster Girl Creator. It’s so fun.

86. What is your relationship with your parent(s) like? My mom and I are super close, but my dad and I... eh. It’s kinda damaged, though it’s better than it was when I was in high school. He doesn’t understand LGBT stuff or depression so he was just... awful.

87. What is your favorite foreign accent? Probably French, but the funniest to try and do is Russian. I suck at it and it turns into Italian after a while.

88. What is a place that you’ve never been to but want to visit? God I want to travel so bad. I’d love to go to Puerto Rico, France, Germany, Italy, Brazil, Vietnam... so many beautiful places.

89. What is your favorite number? Three

90. Can you juggle? Not for my life

91. Are you religious? I’ve kinda been burned out of religion cause my childhood church was really just... bad. I came out as bi to them when I was a sophomore and it caused a HUGE scene with the church. I was called ‘a slap to the face,’ people left the church, it was just bad. I’m spiritual, but not religious, though my life’s not over yet, so who knows.

92. Do you find outer space or the deep ocean to be more interesting? Space. Space space space. Do you know how badly I want to go to space? I almost became an engineer just so I could go to space.

93. Do you consider yourself to be a daredevil? I’m pretty tame, in all honesty, though I do some stupid shit every now and then.

94. Are you allergic to anything? Bullshit, any and every kind of body soap known to man kind, and pollen.

95. Can you curl your tongue? Yes! I can do the double fold think with your tongue where it looks like a scoop chip, you know what I mean?

96. Can you wiggle your ears? Nah

97. How often do you admit that you were wrong about something? I come from a really stubborn household, though lately I’ve been trying to make more of an effort to be humble and just admit I’m wrong. It’s hard.

98. Do you prefer the forest or the beach? Forest. I’ve only been to the beach twice in my life so it’s not really my scene.

99. What is your favorite piece of advice that anyone has ever given you? Do what makes you happy

100. Are you a good liar? I’ve gotten very good at it. I’m not proud of that fact, but I’ve gotten very very good at it.

101. What is your Hogwarts house? Slyterin. No, I’m not joking.

102. Do you talk to yourself? All the time.

103. Are you an introvert or an extrovert? I’m an introvert, though I think I’m more of an ambivert.

104. Do you keep a journal or a diary? Nah.

105. Do you believe in second chances? Yes, but you really can’t give them out really freely. You have to judge who you want to give them to.

106. If you found a wallet full of money on the ground, what would you do? Check for an ID and try to contact the person it belongs to. But if there’s no ID, probably give it to the nearest business or police station.

107. Do you believe that people are capable of change? With most things. If they really wanted to.

108. Are you ticklish? Ye

109. Have you ever been on a plane? Yeah, but not many times. My first time on a plane was 4 years ago.

110. Do you have any piercings? Just the basic earlobe pierecings, but I really really want more.

111. What fictional character do you wish was real? Shiro from Voltron, aka my husband.

112. Do you have any tattoos? No but I want so many

113. What is the best decision that you have made so far? Learning to love myself. It took a lot of time, but I’m so happy I did it

114. Do you believe in karma? Not entirely, but I think there’s some truth to it.

115. Do you wear glasses or contacts? I have bad eyes, so yeah, I wear glasses. I tried contacts, but they got irritating to put in after a while.

116. Do you want children? SO badly. I want a little girl so fucking bad

117. Who is the smartest person you know? My little brother. He wants to be a freaking accountant when he’s older.

118. What is your most embarrassing memory? I went to a museum one time, and they had a cool dinosaur tour or whatever, and I wanted to know what the dinosaur Parasaurolophus was called, but I forgot the name and only remebered like, Ducky from Land Before Time, and Phineas and Ferb had just started airing, so I asked the guy if a platypus was a dinosaur and that haunts me to this day

119. Have you ever pulled an all nighter? Yes. Don’t do it.

120. What color are most of your clothes? Blue cause it’s always looked good on me, but now any color looks good on me cause I know how to own it.

121. Do you like adventures? Yeah man! I love them!

122. Have you ever been on TV? Not that I know of

123. How old are you? 20

124. What is your favorite quote? “When someone leaves your life, those exits are not made equal. Some are beautiful and poetic and satisfying. Others are abrupt and unfair. But most are just unremarkable, unintentional, clumsy.” -Griffin Mcelroy

125. Do you prefer sweet or savory foods? Sweeeets!

I tag @viper-fish @berrybloomsims and @lunacysims

#rps speaks #tagged #nonsims

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comeondowntosouthparkrpg-blog · 5 years

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Tweek Tweak

Watch out for underwear gnomes. Tweek has been accepted! Please submit your blog to the main, and a faceclaim to be featured on the main blog!

Name/Alias: Lindo Pronouns: she Age: 23 (24 in like a month) Join Our Discord: Sure! Timezone: est Activity: uhhh prob 6-7 just because I’m currently in the process of leaving my job/finding a new one and finding a new apartment. just a little busy is all! Triggers: excessive gore, rape, etc. the big ones tbh Password: “jimmy can fast pass my ass” Character that you’re applying for: Tweek Tweak Favourite ships for your character: Creek is pretty good, but I definitely prefer chemistry.

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Full name: Taylor “Tweek” Eugene Tweak Birthday: August 17th Sexuality, gender, pronouns: demisexual/homoromantic, nonbinary, he/they Age and grade: 18 Appearance: There’s an exhaustion that always rests ever so gently on Tweek’s face. It sags under his hazel eyes and sinks his cheeks in. His golden locks are often unkempt, but they’ve since be styled shorter than childhood as to appear less unruly. His nose has an unnatural crook to it, having healed wrong from a break. His height has been stunted from years of stress and caffeine intake, leaving him standing at around 5′7″.

He’s thin and lanky, his preferred meal of coffee and nothing else often leaving him malnourished. He has since switched to t-shirts, the buttons on his former attire never becoming any easier for him. His pale skin is peppered in freckles, though most reside on his cheeks and shoulders. Personality: Tweek is a lot different from his childhood self. After an extreme break down in middle school, the finally took the initiative to seek help for him. He spent about two weeks in a mental institution before being released with a whole new cocktail of “remedies”. After being hopped up on far too many pills (knowing South Park’s impeccable reputation in competence), Tweek was left as a shell of his former self.

He’s less loud, less agitated and less mentally active. He still experiences bouts of paranoia and irritation, but they come less frequent and are brief in comparison. His sleep patterns are scattered, leaving him to pass out in class or stay up all night. He’s still the same old unstable Tweek Tweak, just in a different sense nowadays. History: In his younger years, Tweek was considered “the Spaz”. He was quirky, jumpy and easily set off. He spent years in this state, becoming the butt of a lot of peoples’ jokes but being more or less oblivious to it. The countless cups of coffee he downed didn’t help the situation, though nobody in his life cared enough to stop. His parents were the least observant figures in his life, shoving their brand down his throat. The only good thing they did for him growing up was separate his intake from the public’s– avoiding any extra ingredients from getting in. He spent half his childhood like this, until his mind finally snapped. In the eighth grade, it happened. He broke, forcing the voices in his head and hallucinations to over power him. The school, in confusion and desperation, contacted an ambulance and he was rushed from school in an almost catatonic state. Two weeks later and far too many pills for one person and Tweek Tweak was a “new man” so to speak. He was quieter, more reserved. Nobody seemed to notice at school at first, or at least they didn’t care enough to bring it up. He was thankful, honestly, not needing the extra attention.

He missed a few doses here and there throughout his life, which usually led to “fits” of confusion and irritation, but after a few years he finally seemed to gain a handle on himself. Nowadays, Tweek is the quiet kid in the back of the class, exhaustion constantly on his features.

Sample paragraph: It was your average Tuesday in fall– the leaves were just barely losing their green and painting the little mountain town auburn. There was a chill in the wind that nipped at your nose, but a warmth from the sun still holding on to summer. He was sitting in class, eyes fading in and out of focus as he tried to focus on whatever current lesson the teacher was spewing. His attention is drawn elsewhere in a snap. There’s figures forming in the corner of his vision, lingering in the shadows of the room. They’re morphing into unspeakable creatures, tearing at the flesh of the other students. None of them seem to notice, they’re unaware of their own demise. A panic sets in as the situation finally hits him and a scream escapes pale, chapped lips. All heads turn towards him, faces contorted in unnatural shapes as they glare at him. His breath is shallow, lungs unable to fill as the figures and face cloud round him. A cry claws its way from his throat, forcing itself out and startling the onlookers. This isn’t real– it’s not real and Tweek knows it– but there’s no escape, there never is. In sheer desperation, he slams his head down, smashing against the desk with a sickening crack. There’s warm on his chin and a painful sting in his sinus, but the creatures are still there– taunting him. Another smack, blood smearing the desk and droplets hitting the floor beside him. Before he knows it, he’s being restrained– the monsters around him not wanting him to escape this nightmare. They won’t let him sleep, they won’t let him leave.

There’s a noise that sounds so distant though it’s right infront of him– a shaky female voice talking to her hand, a phone? He can’t register anything anymore, his vision hazy as he tugged onto a bed– a stretcher?– and is wheeled out of the school and into an ambulance. The rest is a blur of people talking, needles poking, mind weaving in and out of consciousness. His next memory is feeling entirely too heavy, the world around him sluggish and loud. It’s like everything but himself is in slow motion. His mother is there, talking to him, soothing him but he can’t hear her. He’s being handed a cup of colorful shapes and he obediently gulps them down. Someone’s speaking to his father, they’re wearing white– they sound kind. There’s paperwork and concerned looks, more discussions before he’s finally allowed to go home. It’s a few more days before Tweek finds himself back in class, the casual glances not going unnoticed. There’s no conversation about it, no questions or curiosity. It’s as if nothing has changed, so Tweek pretends nothing has.

Headcanons:

Tweek has a very low sex drive due to his medication.

He has two lovebirds named Sunny and Cher (his mother’s suggestion)

He’s always tired. Always.

He loves his friends, though isn’t entirely sure if they really care about him or not.

He hasn’t been in a relationship since Craig, if you can really call it that.

He lives video games, but due to his slow reflexes he prefers to watch someone else play rather than participate himself.

Tweek has BPD and Schizophrenic. He is not on the correct medication for it due to it being South Park because, lbr… they’re not good at their jobs.

Please hold his hand and keep him grounded.

Anything else: blep

#accepted #Tweek Tweak #submission

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builder051 · 5 years

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My 2018 Tumblr Top 10

I’ll make my own version later on with the posts I’m actually most proud of. But according to the notes, here’s what was popular.

1). 285 notes - 21 October 2018

Venom fic (slice of life, flu/emeto, lite Veddie)

“Can we eat?”

Eddie stops typing. He spins his desk chair around, though there’s no point. He needn’t even look away from the screen to address Venom. “No,” he says. “We…took down…another one of those Chinese mobsters yesterday. Remember?” He goes back to his article.

“Can you eat?”

“No,” Eddie repeats.

“Why?”

“I’m not hungry.”

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2). 281 notes - 26 August 2018

I’m insanely proud of how this one turned out.

3). 267 notes - 05 June 2018

Spider-Man fic (slice of life, adrenaline rush/fainting, Irondad and Spiderson)

“You ok, kid?”

“Huh? What?” Peter hurriedly straightens up, lifting his chin from his hands and blinking at Mr. Stark through the eyes of his mask.

“You alright?” Tony repeats.

“Oh, yeah, of course,” Peter says, fighting vertigo from his sudden movement. “I’m good. I’m fine.” He looks around at the lunchtime commuters populating the subway car. Everyone’s minding their own business for the time being, but Peter can’t shake a feeling of paranoia. “You don’t have to ride with me. I can take care of myself on the subway.”

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4). 256 notes - 27 January 2018

Spider-Man fic (mission fic, concussion/emeto)

The last thing Peter remembers is webbing himself across the street. He evidently made it, since he’s in an alley and not the middle of the road. But that’s about all that’s clear. He feels like he just woke up from an inconveniently deep nap, rising groggy and unsure of the current decade.

He feels sick, too. A wave of disgusting achiness flows down from his head when he tries to press himself up on his elbows.

“…the fuck?” Peter mutters. He’s lying down. He hurts. He assumes that means he hit the pavement. But what was he doing before that? Going toward something? Or away from it? Why is he even out and about? He has no idea.

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5). 254 notes - 07 July 2018

Spider-Man fic (mission fic, emeto)

It’s not exactly possible to take a taxi on a high-speed chase in the height of rush hour traffic. The police are already in pursuit about a hundred yards back in the gridlock, so the presence of the Avengers is more for show than anything else.

Peter had been sitting on the steps in front of his apartment building, fighting a headache and an algebra problem, when Mr. Stark had flown past in full Iron Man regalia and invited him to join the party.

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6). 236 notes - 27 October 2018

Inktober day 27: Thunder A bit of a loose interpretation, I suppose.

7). 199 notes - 19 May 2018

Spider-Man fic (heartfelt hurt/comfort, flu/emeto, Irondad and Spiderson)

“An incoming call from Mr. Parker, sir,” FRIDAY reports.

“Hm?” Tony looks up from the faceplate he’s working on and sets his screwdriver down on the lab bench. “What does he want?” He isn’t sure why, but something’s compelling him to sit up and pay attention.

“I’m not equipped to screen your calls, sir.”

“Fair enough.” Tony shrugs. “Am I expecting a call from him?”

“You have no appointments on your calendar until Monday at 3pm,” the AI says. “Though between you and Mr. Hogan, an average of three texts or calls from Mr. Parker are received every 24 hours.”

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8). 192 notes - 07 June 2018

Spider-Man fic (fluffy, fever/sickfic, Irondad and Spiderson)

“Alright,” Happy calls into the backseat. “Everyone who’s getting out, get out. This is a no parking zone. I have to move.”

“Ok, ok,” Pepper says, opening the car door and rounding the back to her luggage from the trunk. “May? I got your suitcase.”

“I’m coming,” May says, leaning over Tony to give Peter a kiss on the cheek. “You sure you’ll be ok?” she asks. “You feel a little warm.”

“Go on, May, you’re gonna miss your flight,” Peter says, pushing his aunt away.

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9). 159 notes - 23 September 2018

Spider-Man fic (heartfelt hurt/comfort, flu/fever/emeto, Irondad and Spiderson)

Tony hates going to bed alone. Pepper’s at some kind of event in San Diego, and flying cross country twice in one day is apparently too much to ask. He would bypass this issue and spend the night working in the lab, but the kid’s sleeping over at the facility, and he has to set a good example. Tony wraps his arms around Pepper’s pillow and puts on Forrest Gump. He falls asleep before the story progresses out of the 1950s.

Somebody’s shaking his arm. “Um. Hey. Sorry…”

“What the hell? Get it yourself,” Tony grumbles, brushing the hands away. He’s not helping Pepper rearrange the top shelf of the closet, not at 2 in the morning, not when he’s sleeping.

“I just…” The words die in a gulping sob. That gets Tony’s attention. Pepper doesn’t cry like that. “I threw up, and I’m really, really, sorry.”

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10). 158 notes - 01 November 2018

One month and one day after I started this project, here’s the whole thing. So happy with all of them!

Honorable Mentions

The Stucky mile-high club lemon fic (104)

The Stucky tasteful erotica drawing (102)

The Spider-Man pneumonia fluff bucket fic (119)

The Spider-Man with a broken hand fic (116)

The Spider-Man calls Tony in the middle of the night fic (150)

The Spider-Man ER headcanon (147)

Reblog of the Spider-Man sick after Civil War fic (299)

The extremely formulaic Spider-Man sickfic (114)

The disgustingly fluffy Spider-Man fever fic (120)

The Spider-Man appendicitis fic (105)

The post-Vulture fight Spider-Man fic (132)

#tumblrtop10 #fanfic #fanfiction #fan art #sickfic

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sanguisfulgur · 5 years

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Profile: Salem

Full Name: Salem Hikari

Nickname(s):·Sale, Lemmy (only by his twin sister), adopts the alias Aiden Woodgrove frequently to match his sister’s most used alias.

Title: The Hunter

Age: Mid to late 20s (appearance), 31 (actual age)

Birthday: October 25th (1987)

Species: Vampire (better life verse)

Ethnicity: White, with historic Japanese routes on father’s side of the family.

Nationality: British by birth, holder of American Citizenship.

Gender: Male (cis)

Pronoun(s): He/Him/Himself

Romantic Orientation: Panromantic

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

Birth Order: Twin, younger by a few minutes.

Home Town: Bowness-On-Windermere, England, UK.

Current Residence: Portland, Maine, USA (main)/London, UK (better life)

Religion: Baptised Catholic, but given he knows other gods exist he’s not outwardly religious.

Allegiance: Himself/his sister

Occupation: Hunter

Financial Status: Relatively poor unless a job paid well.

Martial Status: Verse dependant

Status: Active

Fandom: Fandomless OC.

Face Claim: Matthew Daddario

Physical Traits

Face Shape: Somewhere between oval and heart-shaped.

Forehead: Rounded, average in broadness.

Eyes: Grey in colour with the smallest flecks of blue within them, they are upturned with surprisingly long eye lashes.

Nose: Straight, well-proportioned for face.

Lips: Full, soft.

Teeth: All present, and like all vampires will re-grow if knocked out. They’re in good condition. Fangs are retractable.

Cheeks: Narrow, a touch prominent.

Chin: Small.

Ears: None-protruding, very sensitive to sound due to enhanced hearing..

Facial Hair: Usually clean shaven but occasionally will grow out stubble.

Height: 6′3″

Neck: Average length/broadness.

Torso: Broad, defined abs.

Arms: Well muscled from years of archery training, bears scars on his upper right arm from being clawed by a Cu Sith

Hands:·Long fingers, large hands in accordance with his height.

Legs: Long (All leg much like his twin), well-toned.

Feet: Size 12 (American sizes), nothing otherwise noteworthy.

Texture: Skin is smooth barring the occasionally marring of a scar.

Color: Unnaturally pale/white.

Freckles: None.

Scars: Claw marks from a Cu Sith on his upper right arm, bullet scar on his right calf, miscellaneous scars can be found over his body that have been gathered in his human years.

Stretch Marks:None.

Tattoos: An Anti-possession tattoo on his lower back.

Piercings: None.

Skin Conditions: None.

Texture: Hair is thick and wavy naturally.

Color: Black, dark as his mother’s namesake.

Style and Length: Salem’s hair is uneven and choppy, making it seem messy. The length varies, depending on how long he goes without cutting it but it’s usually kept somewhat short in the back with longer bang/side strands.

Mental and Physical

Overall Health: Excellent

Frequency of Mental Exercise: Often to occasional, Salem likes word puzzles and similar brainteasers.

Frequency of Physical Exercise: Daily training.

Life Philosophy: Protect the innocent above all else.

Life Goal(s): Honestly Salem is rather aimless here. He’s never thought much about what he wants having always imagined himself hunting until the day he died.

Describe Voice: Smooth and friendly, Salem is a flirt and tends to drop to more husky undertones.

Speech Patterns: informal at most times, Salem is casual and direct - blunt, even - in his speech, though not intentionally crass he doesn’t mince his words.

Habits: Tapping his foot (not out of impatience, it’s just a consistent habit whenever he’s idle), clicking his tongue, tilting his head (much like his twin),

Daily Routines: Showering and dressing, taking care of breakfast and some morning exercises or a run, from their it varies as a hunter given he has no set work routine.

Likes: animals (especially dogs), spicy food, cold autumn mornings, rainstorms, bookstores, listening to music to fall asleep, lie-ins, scented candles, long showers, libraries.

Dislikes: being woken up, cream cheese, math, clutter, loud music/noises, nightclubs, hot/humid nights, ignorance, golf, people who stop to talk right in the middle of the path/in doors.

Dreams: A good life for him and his sister.

Motivations: Protecting himself/his twin, eradicating monsters that pose a threat and keeping safe those that don’t.

Interests: literature, animal husbandry, unsolved murders and disappearances

Hobbies: Hiking, reading, spelunking, running, archery, urban exploration.

Skills: Marksmanship, tracking, observing and noting details about a person, exceptionally convincing liar, extensive knowledge of the supernatural and occult, multilingual. As a ‘hunter’ strain vampire he possesses their incredible hunting/tracking abilities, heightened senses an enhanced physical strength/speed ect. Salem can also transform into a colony of bats (or an individual one) and a red fox.

Shortcomings: Aggressive with an easily-provoked temper, has a tendency to disregard his physical well-being when it comes to others, co-dependency issues with his twin, struggles to memorise numbers (such as dates, phone numbers ect.)

Weakness(es): His twin sister, his strain of vampire (different from his twin’s) are vulnerable to silver in their first year of transformation as well as to sunlight in that first year. Congealed blood can cause nausea. Beyond that killing them is a difficult process: They must stabbed through the heart with a Bowie knife/white oak stake then the head must be cut off and the heart removed; after this the limbs must be cut off and all burned separately, the ashes from each part must also be buried separately and NOT scattered.

Regret(s): Leaving to go hunt without his twin and thus her being alone and then being turned by Theo. It’s not his fault by any means, but he blames himself for not being there.

Fear(s): Losing his twin, otherwise failing to keep people safe.

Phobia(s):·Arachnophobia (that he will not freely admit to) & Taphophobia (fear of being buried alive)

Mental Illness(es): PTSD

When and how was this diagnosed?:· Has not been properly diagnosed, but all the symptoms are there and obvious to anyone who knows how the condition manifests.

Other Illness(es): N/A

When and how was this diagnosed?: N/A

Physical Disability(ies): N/A

When was this diagnosed and/or how did it happen?:

Other:·

Personality

Usual Mood/Expression:· Salem on the outside tends to appear calm, mouth pulled upwards into a half-smile. He’s less paranoid than his sister an so more outwardly approachable in appearance to strangers. He is however easily provoked.

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good/Neutral

Jung: ESFP

Enneagram: Type 8 (The Challenger)

Four Temperaments:·Sanguine

Soul Type: Caregiver/Hunter

Common Archetypes: The Caregiver

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Top Five Tropes:·Grey Eyes, Anti-Hero, Twin Telepathy, Friendly Neighborhood Vampire, Hunter of Monsters

Five Prominent Traits:·Loyal, Aggressive, Protective, Distrustful, Reckless

Misc

Food:·.Salem is not a fussy eater by any means but he does have a love for spicy food, French pastries and curry udon.

Drinks:·Coffee, fresh orange juice, Dr. Pepper and negroni cocktails

Books: Great Expectations, Harry Potter, Mortal Engines, Tolkien’s legendarium, The Book Thief & ASOIAF.

Movies/TV Shows: Salem is a sucker for high fantasy and steampunk aesthetics s he tens to gravitate to those kinds of shows/movies. Like his sister however, he likes to watch horrors in order to rip them apart.

Music: Rock (particularly indie/alt style), indie pop and general ‘alternative’ labelled music.

Video Games: Horror Survivors and First Person Shooters are where he shines.

Weapons:· Possesses multiple handguns, crossbows and compound bows, a shotgun, machete, rapier, numerous other blade types, throwing knives a recursive bow, poisons, unconventional weaponry needed against the supernatural (dead blood, crosses ect.); he also has knowledge of curse/hex breaking. .

Drugs: N/A

Elements: Lightning/Water.

Animals:·Dogs, wolves, bats, corvids. The animal he is like in spirit is a·fox.

Plants: Lily-of-the-valley and red roses but he’s not much of plant person in terms of knowing what most are called ect.

Stats

Self-Love: 5/10

Courage: 8/10

Confidence: 8/10

Pride: 6/10

Greed: 3/10

Patience: 4/10

Tolerance: 8/10

Mental Flexibility: 8/10

Passion/Motivation: 8/10

Creativity: 6/10

Education: 5/10 (Formal-education-wise, Salem is more self-educated, educated by others outside of schooling.)

Compassion:·7/10 (Depends on person.) 0/10 for targets or those he despises. 10/10 for those he’s close to and children.

Empathy:·7/10 (Again decreases and rises depending on the being.) 10/10 for those he trusts/cares for, and children. 0/10 for targets.

Loyalty: 10/10·

Forgiveness: 3/10

Sociability: 7/10

Emotional Attachment: 6/10

Physical Attachment: 7/10

Stamina: 10/10

Mental Strength: 5/10

Physical Strength: 10/10

Battle Skill: 7/10

Initiative: 8/10

Restraint: 2/10

Defense: 7/10

Agility: 6/10

Flexibility: 6/10

Strategy: 6/10

Leadership: 5/10

Teamwork: 5/10

Wrath: 9/10

Musical-Rhythmic Intelligence: 7/10

Visual-Spatial Intelligence: 6/10

Verbal-Linguistic Intelligence: 10/10

Logical-Mathematical Intelligence: 4/10

Bodily-Kinesthetic Intelligence: 10/10

Interpersonal Intelligence: 9/10

Intrapersonal Intelligence: 3/10

Existential Intelligence: 5/10

Naturalistic Intelligence: 7/10

Relationships

Parent(s): Shiro Hikari & Ebony Knight ( Both deceased.), Norio Hikari (Godfather, alive.), Vlad III/Dracula (Adoptive father, alive)

Siblings: Sharna Adrienne Hikari (twin sister, alive)

Significant Other(s):·Verse dependant, Laini (better life verse)

Children: Verse dependant

Family:·Ryou Hikari and Alexandria Hikari (nee Woodgrove.) [Grandparents] & Conrad Knight and Irene Knight (nee Beckett.) [Grandparents,Deceased], Adrienne Knight (Auntie, deceased.), other extended family members he does not know.

Closest Friends:· His twin sister. Though Salem is a friendly and personable man, his co-dependency and distrust of others means he keeps most at an arm’s length.

Rivals: none, really.

Enemies:·Theo, Thanatos (enemy of his entire family), hunting targets.

Pets: Nova, his sister’s Tamaskan.

Other:·To be added over time.

#( salem )#venator;#profile;#(November 2018)

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jaspitch · 4 years

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Five Nightguards at Freddy’s (3)

Malayn's Archives- Archive 3

Malayn was a couple hours early so he could help clean up before working. And by help clean up, he actually meant annoy anyone and everyone who was cleaning up. Scott was shaking like a leaf when Malayn stood next to him, commenting on different techniques to stabbing people. Yeah, that's what he was talking about: Stabbing people.

As far as looks were concerned, Malayn could techinically be considered good looking. He had black hair that stayed straight and neat 24/7. It flowed down to the end of his ears, so still a bit long. He had ice blue eyes that almost seemed white, which scared everyone because he also had basically invisible pupils. Creepy, to say the least. He was 6′4, and though tall, was jealous of September, who at the age of 23, was still growing. Malayn wasn’t jealous of the fact that September was having brain surgery because the growing harmone in his head needed to be shut off though.

As twelve o’clock rolled around, he helped Justin lock up, who was complaining non-stop about him having to work on Sunday with Scott. Weekends required double-up shifts due to the amount of angsty teens that tried to 1. sneak in or 2. graffiti the walls. They even had three actual cops guard the place, varying each week. As far as Malayn was concerned, he’d rather have a shift with Scott if it meant he could flirt with Serenity, the cop this weekend. She had light pink hair and was of average height with sparkling green eyes. Slim and pretty, she had caught Malayn’s eye at first sight.

Of course, she also hated him, so getting a decent ‘hi’ was torture. Plus she was also so into her job, half the time she ignored everyone. The second cop, and the only boy, a seventeen year old kid named Alex. He had black hair and dark amber eyes and was unnervingly short. His glasses, which were thin framed and larger than his eyes (luckily they didn’t enlarge his eyes), did little to no help. He could see well already, so the glasses did nothing for him. Malayn wondered who the hell told him to wear glasses. Alex was a nervous wreck half the time, and wasn’t very open. He didnt stutter, but never seemed to look anyone in the eye and always rubbed his arm when talking.

The final cop who showed up was a 22 year old girl with light amber eyes and strawberry blonde hair that was currently a light brow. Sherrie was her name, and she was the friendliest of the group. Free-spirited and joyful, but not interesting. Malayn was almost done daydreaming when he felt Justin push a wad of keys into his hand. “Anyways, see ya later, Herrero!” Malayn flinched at his last name but waved goodbye and locked the door. He had about ten minutes until the main lights went off, so after slowly walking to the office he looked down the hallway. After a few moments, the lights shut off.

Malayn yawned and unlocked the desk drawer, picking up and studying a new, light gray Samsung tablet. What the hell was this? The tablet booted up quickly and turned on to Camera 2B. The graphics were about twenty times better, and the kitchen camera was actually on. Though this was great in Malayn’s eyes, it was also unnerving. He checked the paper on the wall and noted September’s shift was last night. So either Henry finally was fed up with people complaining about the old HP or September’s shift hadn’t gone completely as planned.

'As planned' usually meant not being dragged into the backroom and nearly killed, in case anyone was asking. Malayn groaned and leaned his head back, already born out of his mind. After a few seconds, an unnatural hotness overcame him, and he fiddled with his hands, trying to ignore it. As of recent, hot flashes had been wracking his body. It wasn't because once again, Fritz had left the heater on, or due to the fact his mind was hell-bent on Serenity, it was something else.

A familiar thought came to mind. Blood. Oh fuck no. That unhealthy obsession had definitely done something to poor Malayn's head. Pushing up his sleeves to look at the mangled scars on his arms, he groaned in frustration. In moments like these, he'd be cutting small cuts in something (usually bell peppers or tomatoes) to satisfy whatever the hell was telling him to kill people.

Thanks, Byron. Even though his step dad had been around since birth, Malayn insisted on calling him Byron. Byron was a manipulative, abusive, bitch. And only to Malayn, seeing as how he was the only kid that wasn't actually related to him. Maybe if Corren had stayed around, he'd have been there to comfort his younger brother. But he was dead.

Corren was Malayn's real brother. He was around thirteen when he died. Light brown curls, large blue eyes, freckles. Not much else was there to remember him by. He had been killed on the train tracks right outside of Washington County. Malayn preferred not to remember that scene, though it haunted him each night.

The rush of heat finally wavered and he sighed out of relief. A sudden noise made him jump, and he turned to look at Bonnie, who was about to step into the office. Slamming his fist down on the button, the door slammed shut right in the animatronic's face. It was a slow-ish night, to say the least. After about four hours of nobody coming to the office besides the once in a while Bonnie, Malayn granted it safe to go down the hallway to refill the coffee pot with water. Quickly walking to the kitchen, he turned on the water in the sink, and started to fill the pot up.

Malayn turned the water off, eyeing the door. The room temperature had dropped a good 10°. Something felt... Off, to say the very least. The male swallowed, making his Adam's apple move a tad. Slowly walking to the door, Malayn kept his eyes focused behind him. Once opening the door, the male looked in front of him, just to be met with dark purple. Slowly looking up, Malayn swallowed, matching eyes with two blaring red ones.

The rabbit reached for the man, but he ducked and turned, prepped to run to the other side of the kitchen. Scrambling towards the exit, he was met with Chica and Foxy gawking and ready to screech at him. Slamming the door shut, he turned around, already ducking under Bonnie's outstretched arms again. He darted out the first door, starting for the exit. Stopped ubruptly by a dark red arm with an attached hook, he stopped and turned down the other hallway, sprinting into the one and only party room.

Only having a few good seconds to gather his thoughts, the male started to look for some sort of escape route. Of course, he could jump in the vent, but he knew Fritz had left the heater on (again), and it would probably be best to not have an asthma attack because of how thick the air was in the vent. The only other option was to hide under a table or try and get onto the two boards that connected the middle of the roof and the frame of the building. With Foxy now almost at the door, Malayn went for the roof, latching onto the singular rope that dangled from the ceiling.

It was hard to reach, of course, because it’s end was dangling seven feet away from the ground, but Malayn was able to jump and make it. Starting to hurriedly make his way up to the top, he looked down for a split second to see Chica, Bonnie, Foxy, and Freddy all looking up at him. Each mascot had their hands raised, trying to grab his pant leg or maybe the rope. Giving a quick thanks to the constructors who hadn’t just yet finished the inside of the party room, Malayn pulled himsef up the rest of the way and sat down on the boards.

Sighing, he rubbe his eyes. Fuck you, dad. If you didn’t exist, I wouldn’t be here. Damn right, had his stepfather not been a complete asshole all the time, he’d probably be some big-time corporate CFO or something. But no! “Well, my real sons needs their tuition payed. Malayn can take care of his own college.” And so here he was, life on the line, trying to pay his rent and college debt. Leonn and Carter had their daddy to pay for them, as where he, the outcast of the family, had to pay off his own debt.

A sharp screech made the man jump, and he looked down. Foxy had hooked the rope and was tugging on it. The screech came again and then the rope went falling down, a small piece of flat metal going down with it. Okay, now he was fucking stuck up here. It would probably freak out anyone who was opening up to see him not there. Silently praying it would be someone like Storm or Jeremy, who wouldn’t ask questions and would just help.

The animatronics below started to shriek with rage, which made Malayn cover his ears. It was horrific to hear them like that. Almost like a dying kid was wailing. Trying to sort out his thoughts, a single screech wracked through the building. That noise- Wham! It hit Malayn like a truck of bricks. He almost fell backwards, and started to pant as he relived that horrific scenario again.

“C’mon, Mal! It’ll be fun. See?” Corren started to walk on the train tracks, hopping up and over each of the small rails undeneath. “I don’t know, Coryo. Mama said it’s dangerous.” Malayn was standing off to the side, rubbing his neck. Corren stopped and placed his hands on his hips. “Andy told me this place was deserted. No trains ever come here.” Malayn shrugged, “Yeah, but, Mama-”

“Mama this, Mama that! Here, how about this? I’ll run on ahead all the way to that oak tree. You can listen to my music with my headphones. I’ll be right back, okie dokie?” The brunette took off his headset, walked over to Malayn, and handed it to him. Malayn was ecstatic. He wasn’t ten yet, so he wasn’t allowd to have his own electronics. Corren letting him use his was amazing! “O-okay, fair. Just hurry back, Coryo.” Corren beamed and started running across the tracks, skipping through the rails as he started for the oak tree.

Slipping on the headset, Malayn picked a random song and started listening. He was so enthrolled, that he barely realized that he was now no longer standing still, but rather, walking on the tracks. Finally realizing this, the young boy smiled. This wasn’t so bad after all! Yeah it wouldn’t have been so bad had he heard Corren screaming at him to get off the train tracks, as a train was gaining ground on him. And by the time he finally moved over the earjack and asked “What?”, it was almost over. Hearing the loud hoot, Malayn looked to his left to see a train, mere meters from he was.

However, he never felt anything but a harsh push, before landing on the soft grass. Rubbing his head and looking up, Malayn got one final glimpse of his brother, his face contorted in a muted screech, before the train zoomed by. The shriek the train tracks made when the train went by sounded so similar to-

“Hey, Malayn! How the hell’d you get up there?” A smooth voice called from below. Malayn looked over the edge of the boards, staring down at two dark blue eyes. There, in his beautiful glory, was the one and only perfect Augustine Jamairica. He, one of two, was a man at the pizzeria who could easily get a girlfriend yet didn’t have one. “Uh, I climbed.” Malayn said, his voice a bit scratchy. “Want some help down?” Augustine pointed to a white ladder in the corner, which just fueled Malayn’s embarassment. How had he not seen that? “It’d be appreciated.”

With that, Augutine gave a perfect white smile before setting the ladder up and helping his co-worker down. The two walked out together after Augustine explained he ahd only come today to grab his headphones he left. they both split ways and before he knew it, Malayn was laying in his bed, half asleep. After finally drifting off to his slumber, he was surprised to wake up at 2:00, without any nightmares.

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The top 100 players in the 2020 NFL Draft

Tua Tagovailoa, Tristan Wirfs, Chase Young, CeeDee Lamb are among the best NFL prospects in 2020.

The draft is stacked with talent, especially at wide receiver and OT. But it starts with Ohio State’s Chase Young at the top.

The 2020 NFL Draft is loaded, starting with Ohio State’s Chase Young. For 12 months, Young has been the consensus best player in the draft, and he played like it in his final season in Columbus. In 12 games, Young had 21 tackles for loss, 16.5 sacks, and an impressive seven forced fumbles.

But this is much more than a one-player draft. Clemson’s Isaiah Simmons is a versatile weapon on defense and is the type of player NFL teams covet because of his ability to take up multiple roster spots. After those two, you have a quarterback controversy between Joe Burrow of LSU and Tua Tagovailoa of Alabama

The strength of this draft, though, is at wide receiver and offensive tackle. We could legitimately see as many as seven offensive tackles taken in the first round this year. Wide receiver is deep on our big board. Below there are 16 wide receivers peppered throughout, starting with Jerry Jeudy of Alabama.

Here’s a look at the 100 best prospects in the 2020 NFL Draft.

1. Chase Young, Edge, Ohio State

Young fits right in with recent edge players like the Bosa brothers and Myles Garrett. Like the latter, Young has prototypical size and athleticism for the position. His first step is lightning fast, and he is able to turn that speed into power to get to the quarterback. He knows a variety of rush moves and employs them regularly. Young isn’t necessarily bad against the run, but he could become more consistent.

2. Isaiah Simmons, LB, Clemson

Simmons is a positionally vague player. At Clemson, he did a little bit of everything and did it well. He’s just as effective dropping in coverage as he is coming up and stopping the run. He can even blitz off the edge when asked. He can do all of that because he’s an exceptional athlete with range to make plays all over the place. When the ball is in the air, Simmons tracks it nicely and closes in a hurry to break it up. He’ll be an asset in the NFL covering tight ends and running backs.

3. Joe Burrow, QB, LSU

Most of the great quarterbacks in NFL history have a swagger and confidence about them. Burrow has that same trait. After a slow first season at LSU, Burrow exploded in 2019 to lead the team to a national title while collecting the Heisman Trophy. Burrow has a good enough arm, but he knows how to take some zip off it when he needs to. He can place it wherever it needs to go, and is very good at throwing his receivers open. Although Burrow doesn’t have a Josh Allen rocket arm, he could be a quarterback who gets stronger in the NFL. If he can do that, he would get more acceleration on his deep throws. Currently, he floats the ball a little too much on deep passes.

4. Jeff Okudah, CB, Ohio State

Okudah may have only started one season at Ohio State, but he was a high first-round pick the moment he stepped foot on campus. At 6’1 and 205 pounds, Okudah has an impressive combination of size and athletic ability at cornerback. Whether it’s a smaller speed receiver or big possession wideout, it doesn’t matter to Okudah. He has the foot speed to stick on underneath routes and can track down the field on deeper plays. On top of his ability on the field, Okudah was loved by coaches for his hard work and smarts off the field.

5. Derrick Brown, DT, Auburn

Draft comparisons are often an exercise in futility, but Brown compares favorably to Eagles great Fletcher Cox. Brown is a big, physical interior defensive lineman who moves around blockers with ease and will collapse the pocket. He welcomes multiple blockers, and has the power and savvy to beat them. He can close some too, evidenced by his 13 career sacks. As a pass rusher, he’s not much more than a bull rusher, though.

6. Tristan Wirfs, OT, Iowa

Offensive tackles who are 320 pounds shouldn’t look like Wirfs or move like him. He is the definition of an elite athlete for a tackle. Wirfs moves around with ease and has good footwork for a tackle. Bigger defensive linemen don’t give Wirfs trouble, either. Powerful players can’t push him around because he repositions easily. His background as a high school wrestler is evident.

7. Jerry Jeudy, WR, Alabama

If Jeudy were a little bigger than the 193 pounds he weighed in at the NFL Scouting Combine, he would be a nearly flawless wide receiver prospect. Jeudy first jumped out to people because he’s an elite-level route runner. He doesn’t make missteps in his routes, knows how to subtly get open using his body, and his speed lets him get a step on defensive backs. However, a lack of strength hurts Jeudy at times. He’s also been hesitant to work the middle of the field and has drop issues in that area of the gridiron.

8. Tua Tagovailoa, QB, Alabama

Tagovailoa excels on deep passes that take advantage of a good arm and accuracy. He works quickly in the pocket, setting up, reading the defense, and getting rid of the ball in a hurry. He consistently maintains good footwork in the pocket and rarely throws off platform. Tagovailoa only started 24 games at Alabama (playing in 33), but he knows how to influence safeties with his head movement. He seems fearless in the face of pressure. Where Tagovailoa needs to get better is the intermediate game. His accuracy occasionally will waver. He also has a penchant for trying to make a big play, putting his body at risk. His well-documented injury history is scary.

9. Mekhi Becton, OT, Louisville

Becton checks all the boxes you want in an offensive tackle. He’s massive and shockingly nimble for his size. Those aspects of his game were obvious in Louisville’s stretch zone blocking system last season. But what makes him stand out is his hand usage. Becton gets his hands on players quickly and knows how to use them. He’s not a perfect technician, but he’s as good as you need to be. When you add in his size and footwork, you have a starting NFL left tackle.

10. Jedrick Wills Jr., OT, Alabama

A two-year starter at Alabama, Wills is a powerhouse of a right tackle who has no problem playing through the whistle. He plays like you want an offensive tackle to play. Wills is a wide body who is simply hard to get around or move off his spot. His footwork looked much better in 2019 compared to 2018 in the pass game. Some counter moves will give Wills trouble, especially those to the inside. He’s also had issues with false starts throughout his career.

11. CeeDee Lamb, WR, Oklahoma

There were few more productive receivers over the last two years than Lamb. Over that time, he caught 127 passes for 2,485 and 25 touchdowns. Lamb is a monster after the catch (average of 11 yards last season). His speed is good, and he fearlessly works through defenses. As a route runner, Lamb is sudden in his movements, which create larger windows for his quarterback.

12. Javon Kinlaw, DT, South Carolina

Kinlaw is one of the most fun players in this draft. He’s a physically impressive specimen at 6’5 and 324 pounds. Players his size shouldn’t have the first step he possesses. Not only does he have long arms to keep blockers out of his pads, but he’s powerful and will drive opponents backward. At times, Kinlaw’s height will work against him as proficient blockers can get under him for leverage. But if he’s playing low, he’s an effective interior pass rusher and run stopper. While Kinlaw needs some work on his counter moves and instincts, he has the ability to be special.

13. Henry Ruggs III, WR, Alabama

Speed, speed, and more speed. Ruggs averaged 17.5 yards per catch in his college career simply because he’s able to run past and away from defenders. More importantly, Ruggs knows how to use his speed. When cornerbacks give Ruggs more room so he doesn’t run past him, he can break off his route and pull in an easy catch. Ruggs’ issues are centered on physicality, both before and after the catch. Teams shouldn’t be turned off by his moderate production at Alabama considering the team had four future first-round wide receivers in 2019.

14. Justin Jefferson, WR, LSU

Jefferson has been a little miscast in the lead up to the draft. He played in the slot a lot at LSU, but that was more to do with the receiving talent in Baton Rouge. Yet just about every description of Jefferson is about how great of a weapon he can be in the slot. While it’s true he could be very good there, he fits fine in the NFL as an outside receiver.

15. Andrew Thomas, OT, Georgia

Thomas is the archetype of an NFL left tackle. He’s big at 6’5 and 315 pounds, and has long arms and good athleticism for his size. Thomas shows a good kick slide and handles speed on the edge nicely. He’s also good at moving out to the second level and taking on defenders while on the move. Sometimes Thomas’ footwork is inconsistent, and he can get knocked off balance. But with decent coaching, he should be a longtime standout at one of the NFL’s most important positions.

16. Justin Herbert, QB, Oregon

Herbert has a lot of traits you want in a quarterback. At 6’6 and 236 pounds, he’s a good athlete with good arm strength. On deep throws, he’s accurate and can fit the ball into tight spots. The biggest knock on Herbert is his play when pressured. His footwork gets him in trouble when defenders are in his face, and his pocket poise fails. Herbert also isn’t the best anticipatory passer and too often waits for a receiver underneath and in the middle of the field to get open before he throws the ball.

17. K’Lavon Chaisson, Edge, LSU

There is obviously some risk in taking Chaisson, considering he started just 17 games in his college career and had only 9.5 sacks. Selecting him is based on the hope that his highlight plays turn into consistency. Playing the “buck” position at LSU, Chaisson is comfortable standing up or playing with his hand down. On a team with established edge players, Chaisson could be used as a pass-rushing weapon early in his career.

18. CJ Henderson, CB, Florida

There’s a lot to like about Henderson’s game. He is unquestionably the No. 2 cornerback in this draft, and he knows how to time routes and can stick with all varieties of receiver. He’s a physical press man coverage cornerback who frequently gets a good jam at the line of scrimmage. He also has the hip fluidity to open up and run with receivers down the field and can catch up if he��s beaten. He has experience playing outside and in the slot, which adds to his value. The big concern is his tackling. It’s inconsistent, at best.

19. Kenneth Murray, LB, Oklahoma

Although off-the-ball linebackers have a tendency to drop in the draft, Murray is worthy of a first-round selection. He’s a good chase linebacker who uses his speed to track the ball. He’s a strong tackler and has the ability to get off blocks better than most linebackers. Oklahoma sometimes used Murray on blitzes, and he proved to be effective. Murray will be best as a traditional 4-3 outside linebacker.

20. Patrick Queen, LB, LSU

Stuck behind star linebacker Devin White, Queen waited his turn at LSU before having a breakout 2019 season. As a junior, he had 85 tackles, 12 tackles for loss, and three sacks. His play seemed to only get better as the season wore on. Queen is the type of linebacker with unlimited sideline-to-sideline range, and he has the agility to easily turn and run. Queen has also proven himself as a coverage linebacker, a particularly important commodity in the NFL right now. He’s not the biggest, though, and blockers give him trouble. But he’s so fast to read a play and react that he’ll often get past blocks.

21. Josh Jones, OT, Houston

Jones is purely a left tackle, and he started 45 games there for Houston in his college career. He is a smooth athlete who knows how to play speed rushers. Jones can also get at the second level, picking off linebackers and safeties in space. Even though he needs to add more power to his game, he is an immediate starter in the NFL.

22. A.J. Epenesa, Edge, Iowa

At this time last year, many projected Epenesa as a top-10 pick. A middling final year at Iowa has dinged his stock as teams wonder if he’s a good enough athlete to stay on the outside in the NFL. His best fit might be in the description above. It would take advantage of his 6’5, 275-pound frame and make him an asset on third downs from the inside. The only better fit might be on a team that runs a lot of three-man fronts with Epenesa bulking up a little. Smaller Calais Campbell is a pretty good way of describing him.

23. Grant Delpit, S, LSU

There are two distinct sides to Delpit’s game. The good side is he’s an incredible coverage safety with good athleticism and on-field range. He closes on the ball in a hurry and made a lot of plays breaking up passes. He had 32 career passes broken up in college playing single-high safety and next to a strong safety. The bad side is Delpit’s tackling is suspect. There were a lot of plays where he’d overrun the ball carriers or simply lacked the strength to take down an opponent one-on-one. You have to wonder how much a lingering ankle injury slowed him in 2019.

24. Austin Jackson, OT, USC

Coming into the year, many thought Jackson had top-10 talent. That type of player is still in there if he gets the proper coaching. Jackson’s foot quickness is impressive, and he can handle speed rushers well. The knock on Jackson is his hand usage. He’ll be slow to get his hands up, and power rushers can move him back. One of the youngest players in the draft, Jackson could be a steal late in the first round if he gets stronger and improves his upper body technique.

25. Yetur Gross-Matos, Edge, Penn State

At Penn State, Gross-Matos was deployed in numerous ways — standing up at the edge, traditional hand-down end, inside on passing downs, and even a four-point stance. He led Penn State in tackles for loss and sacks in his two seasons as a starter. Gross-Matos is an impressive hand fighter to get off blocks, and he has good inside counter moves. If Gross-Matos’ first step was a little faster and more consistent, you might be talking about a top-10 prospect.

26. Xavier McKinney, S, Alabama

Starting two years at Alabama, McKinney should be able to adjust quickly to the NFL. While he can play single- or two-high safety, he works in the box and will cover the slot. He was often used as a linebacker on nickel plays for Alabama last season. But McKinney is at his best when he’s playing deep and relying on his ability to read a play and break on the football. Unlike most college defensive backs, McKinney is a strong tackler and has good technique. McKinney is a little tight when he has to turn and run with a receiver or change direction on a play.

27. Ezra Cleveland, OT, Boise State

There is no more athletic offensive tackle in the draft this year than Cleveland. And more importantly, it shows up in his play. Rushers who can bend the edge more often than not would run into Cleveland because he has the foot speed to beat them to the spot. He’s excellent out on the move and would be great on a team that runs a lot of zone principles. He could do with getting stronger because good bull rushes can move him around.

28. Antoine Winfield Jr., S, Minnesota

After playing just eight games in 2017 and 2018 due to season-ending injuries, Winfield had a breakout 2019 with seven interceptions and 88 tackles. His ability to play the ball is impressive, and he has experience playing single-high safety and in the box. He may be at his best playing the run. Winfield is a physical player by nature and won’t hesitate to come up and lay a hit on a running back. He’ll be a favorite among coaches for his work ethic and football IQ.

29. Brandon Aiyuk, WR, Arizona State

Although Aiyuk only started 15 games at the FBS level after two years at a junior college, he has a very specific proven commodity. That is his ability after the catch. He’s the type of receiver teams can run on short routes and let him show off his acceleration and smooth agility to make players miss. He can also be a weapon on punt and kick returns. He’s a player who has to work on the nuances of route running, but if he does that, he can at least be a high-end No. 2 receiver.

30. Jeff Gladney, CB, TCU

Gladney might not be the biggest cornerback prospect, but he will get physical at the line of scrimmage. So much so, he actually got into a fistfight with an Iowa State player last season. Sure, that’s not smart. But it goes to show he’s a cornerback who won’t back down. Teams that like off coverage will be attracted to Gladney. He played that really well in college thanks to his ability to quickly diagnose a pass and close on the receiver.

31. Laviska Shenault Jr., WR, Colorado

In a loaded wide receiver class, Shenault is one of the more polarizing prospects at his position. That’s in large part to Colorado’s passing game being suspect, and Shenault shifting from receiver to wildcat quarterback to running back. Shenault is a bulky receiver and his physical nature shows up after the catch. He’s not a precise route runner, but as we learned last year with DK Metcalf, talent can be more important than precision at wide receiver.

32. D’Andre Swift, RB, Georgia

The Georgia product is like a combination of former Bulldog running backs Nick Chubb and Sony Michel. Swift’s vision is exactly what you want in a running back, and he is special as a pass catcher. He’s the kind of back who can be kicked out into the slot and generate a mismatch for the offense. You can argue the value of a first-round running back all you want. But it’s hard to see Swift failing in the NFL.

33. J.K. Dobbins, RB, Ohio State

Dobbins can be a bulldozer in the backfield because he runs low and maintains good balance through contact. If teams are looking for a back who can run inside and break tackles, Dobbins is the best option in the draft. When he gets into the open field, he has good agility to make defenders miss. As a receiver, Dobbins has a ways to go in terms of route running. His hands are decent, and he’s effective on screen plays.

34. Jonathan Greenard, Edge, Florida

Few defensive players have been as productive at two different schools as Greenard. In 2017, he had 15.5 tackles for loss and seven sacks at Louisville before breaking his wrist in 2018. He transferred to Florida for his final season and registered another 15.5 tackles for loss and 9.5 sacks. Greenard has a good first step, which he uses either standing up at the edge or with his hand down. He plays with a lot of effort and gets to the ball in a hurry when he’s free. At times, though, Greenard will get hung up too long on blocks and get taken out of the play.

35. Trevon Diggs, CB, Alabama

After initially starting his Alabama career as a wide receiver, Diggs transitioned to cornerback as a sophomore. He is still pretty raw, so that leads you to believe he has potential. Diggs is a tall corner and excels in contested catch situations. At just over 6’1, Diggs can play with bigger receivers and uses his length to one-hand jam at the line of scrimmage. Speedy receivers and crafty route runners give him trouble. He may get looked at as a safety by some.

36. Denzel Mims, WR, Baylor

Mims isn’t just a product of the Senior Bowl and NFL Scouting Combine. Those things helped him, of course, but he was arguably the best player on a Baylor team that went 11-3 last season. Mims specializes in getting vertical and then being able to beat a defensive back. Mims often plays up to his 4.38-second 40-yard dash time, but he knows how to vary his route speed to confuse cornerbacks. He’s another wide receiver who will need to work on his route running.

37. Cesar Ruiz, C, Michigan

After starting five games at right guard as a freshman, Ruiz moved to center and was a dependable player in his final two seasons. Ruiz specializes in pass protection. He has quick feet and gets his hands into defensive linemen in a hurry. He consistently keeps his shoulders square to a defender and redirects with ease. Ruiz is not a power blocker in the run game, but he plays with high effort and will seek out linebackers on the second level.

38. Jalen Reagor, WR, TCU

Some receivers are speed receivers. Some are possession receivers. Some are after-the-catch receivers. Reagor is a little bit of everything. At 5’11 and 206 pounds, he’s not the tallest, but he has enough speed to get deep or break away from defenders after the catch. Reagor has a little extra value as a very good punt returner. Could he be this draft’s Deebo Samuel?

39. A.J. Terrell, CB, Clemson

Terrell was a sure-fire first-rounder before the national championship game against LSU. Then, sophomore wide receiver Ja’Marr Chase, a projected top pick in the 2021 draft, continually beat him in the game. However, there shouldn’t be much doubt about Terrell’s ability. He’s got good size at 6’1, 195 pounds, knows how to use his hands, and can make plays on the ball. Terrell broke up 26 passes and hauled in six interceptions at Clemson.

40. Ross Blacklock, DL, TCU

Blacklock excels as an interior pass rusher and is a very good athlete for his position. For an interior player, he has a nice repertoire of pass-rush moves, including a solid swim move. TCU asked Blacklock to play a multiple-gap nose tackle position, and he shined in that role last season. He will play out of a four-point stance occasionally. He has the strength to beat single blocks, but could get better when double-teamed. He missed the 2018 season after tearing his Achilles.

41. Isaiah Wilson, OT, Georgia

Wilson is a mountain at 6’6 and 350 pounds, and he could still be growing after turning just 21 in February. Wilson’s standout ability right now is as a run blocker. That’s partially because he’s so big he can be hard to get around. When he gets his hands on a defender, the play is often over because he’s so strong. Speed rushers who can get around the edge can give Wilson some trouble, but maybe he can get quicker by dropping some pounds.

42. Jordan Love, QB, Utah State

The Patrick Mahomes comparisons Love receives aren’t fair, though sometimes you can see why they happen. It’s mainly due to Love’s ability to throw the ball on the move. That doesn’t mean he’s going to throw no-look passes, but when he escapes the pocket, he effortlessly flicks his wrist and can toss a bullet. Love’s play dipped in 2019 after Utah State switched offensive coordinators and most of his receiver group and offensive line changed. Still, Love has the type of raw talent that NFL teams love to draft and develop.

43. Jonathan Taylor, RB, Wisconsin

Taylor was a workhorse at Wisconsin, carrying the ball an incredible 926 times in 41 games. Taylor may be a 225-pound back, but his best attribute is speed and vision. He changes direction fairly well too. You have to wonder a little bit if Taylor is a product of the famed Wisconsin rushing scheme. He’s also had a penchant for fumbling the ball. In the passing game, Taylor was used much more in 2019 and showed decent hands.

44. Tee Higgins, WR, Clemson

If a team is loaded with smaller receivers who can’t high-point the football, Higgins should be its guy in this draft. Higgins times his jumps extremely well and has good hands to bring the ball in. He is also more than willing to go over the middle and has the size to push through tackles. His speed is only average for the position, though, and he won’t run away from a lot of defenders.

45. Noah Igbinoghene, CB, Auburn

Igbinoghene was a starting cornerback just two seasons at Auburn after playing at wide receiver as a freshman. But in those two seasons, Igbinoghene defended 19 passes and had 92 tackles. He has good athleticism and excels at turning and running with receivers down the field. Igbinoghene is also an asset as a return man, and returned two kickoffs for touchdowns in his college career.

46. Michael Pittman Jr., WR, USC

Of the wide receivers in the top 50, Pittman is the most physical. At 6’4 and 223 pounds, he’s a good possession receiver and a weapon in the end zone. He’s not the fastest wide receiver, but you’re not drafting him for his speed. If you’re taking Pittman, it’s on the basis of creating physical mismatches.

47. Prince Tega Wanogho, OT, Auburn

In normal drafts that aren’t so loaded with offensive tackles, Wanogho might push for a spot in the first round. He’s at his best when he gets past his kick slide and into space to take advantage of his athleticism. He handles speed rushers because of that, and he has the foot quickness to beat counter moves to the inside. Wanogho could stand to get stronger as a run blocker, though, and can get pushed around at times by defensive linemen.

48. Jaylon Johnson, CB, Utah

Teams looking for a bigger and aggressive cornerback should look no further than Johnson. With experience in man and zone coverage, Johnson is a cornerback who can get physical at the line of scrimmage and has the fluidity to turn and run with faster players. He’s proven in the slot. His play against the run is good for the position. A big concern about Johnson is his injury background. In March, he had surgery to repair a torn labrum and has had two previous shoulder surgeries.

49. Kristian Fulton, CB, LSU

A two-year starter at LSU, Fulton enters the NFL with man coverage skills like most defensive backs from the Tigers do. Fulton is a good athlete with the agility to turn and run with quick receivers. When he was used in off coverage, he showed the quickness to close a cushion. He’s more of a No. 2 cornerback in the NFL because he’s not the most physical. He also had only two interceptions in college.

50. Marlon Davidson, DL, Auburn

For some, Davidson is an edge player. For others, he’s a three-technique on the inside. That type of versatility makes Davidson an attractive prospect out of Auburn. Though he’s 303 pounds, Davidson has shown the ability to split through gaps like a 260-pound player. He’s strong against the run and will set the edge when he’s on the outside. He might be more of an inside player in the NFL because he’s not one for winning with pure speed around the edge.

51. Curtis Weaver, Edge, Boise State

52. Lloyd Cushenberry, C, LSU

53. Justin Madubuike, DL, Texas A&M

54. Cameron Dantzler, CB, Mississippi State

55. Clyde Edwards-Helaire, RB, LSU

56. KJ Hamler, WR, Penn State

57. Zack Baun, LB, Wisconsin

58. Kyle Dugger, S, Lenoir-Rhyne

59. Terrell Lewis, Edge, Alabama

60. Cam Akers, RB, Florida State

61. Julian Okwara, Edge, Notre Dame

62. Jeremy Chinn, S, Southern Illinois

63. Neville Gallimore, DL, Oklahoma

64. Robert Hunt, G, Louisiana

65. Matt Peart, OT, Connecticut

66. Josh Uche, Edge, Michigan

67. Bryan Edwards, WR, South Carolina

68. Van Jefferson, WR, Florida

69. Zack Moss, RB, Utah

70. Cole Kmet, TE, Notre Dame

71. Saahdiq Charles, OT, LSU

72. Jacob Eason, QB, Washington

73. Chase Claypool, WR, Notre Dame

74. Jabari Zuniga, Edge, Florida

75. Adam Trautman, TE, Dayton

76. Lucas Niang, OT, TCU

77. Jalen Hurts, QB, Oklahoma

78. Matt Hennessy, C, Temple

79. Damon Arnette, CB, Ohio State

80. Jordan Elliott, DL, Missouri

81. Harrison Bryant, TE, Florida Atlantic

82. Alex Highsmith, Edge, Charlotte

83. Ashtyn Davis, S, California

84. Amik Robertson, CB, Louisiana Tech

85. Hunter Bryant, TE, Washington

86. Damien Lewis, G, LSU

87. James Lynch, DL, Baylor

88. Jordyn Brooks, LB, Texas Tech

89. Eno Benjamin, RB, Arizona State

90. Devin Duvernay, WR, Texas

91. Reggie Robinson, CB, Tulsa

92. Darrell Taylor, Edge, Tennessee

93. Akeem Davis-Gaither, LB, Appalachian State

94. Leki Fotu, DL, Utah

95. AJ Dillon, RB, Boston College

96. Khalid Kareem, Edge, Notre Dame

97. K’Von Wallace, S, Clemson

98. Willie Gay Jr., LB, Mississippi State

99. Colby Parkinson, TE, Stanford

100. Bradlee Anae, Edge, Utah

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