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rainybubbles · 8 months

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How do you meet COD men ?

Price, Soap, Rudy, Ghost, Gaz, Keegan

(Sorry in advance for my mistakes, English is not my mother tongue. So sorry if it's badly written or if they're OOC. )

P R I C E :

-"I'm going to die," you say to your friend.

-"What ? Why would you die ?"

-"I sent a pregnant Shrek cake to a military base."

-"Why would you do that ?!"

-"This guy ordered a cake for his soldier's birthday, but I also had the order for a prank and...

-"You mixed up the two boxes."

-"Yes."

-"So, actually,....a soldier is opening his box and..."

-"And he will see a pregnant Shrek cake."

-"...It was good to know you when you were alive."

-"You're supposed to reassure me !"

-"Oh sorry. You will die fast, don't worry. It's their job"

-"Fuck you."

-"How was the guy who ordered ?"

-"Like he could crash my head between his arms"

-"Shit."

-"But he was handsome, I guess."

-"Guess your last view will be nice, at least."

-"Shit, how do I even excuse myself for that ? I can't go to the base and say "sorry I sent a Shrek cake, but it was a mistake can you let me in ?"

-"I guess you just say it," a man says.

-You gulp when you recognize the Captain who ordered you the cake.

-"Sir, I'm so sorry, I swear it's not on purpose, I just mixed two orders and..."

-"And you made my boys laugh after a rough mission."

-"oh."

-"So thanks. Of course, it was not what I planned for a birthday, but seeing them happy was nice."

-"You're..welcome, I guess ?"

-He smiles.

-"But don't ever do another pregnant Shrek when I order from you, next time, please."

-"Next time ?"you say surprised.

-"It was delicious, I don't plan to change a good baker," he smiles.

And that's how you gain a regular after offering a pregnant Shrek cake. (even though each time he sees green on your hand, he seems scared when he takes the box.)

S O A P :

- He drew you like Gollum.

- I know, it sounds horrible, let me explain.

- You needed money, and you offered your services as a model for art classes.

- Soap was one of the students.

- During his leaves, he often took art classes to relax.

- And usually it goes well.

- But when he saw you....he thought he could never do justice to your face.

- He felt so self-conscious about his skills that he ended up doing a horrible portrait of you.

- And it could have ended up here, but the teacher decided to show everyone's pieces of art to analyze them

- So you saw Soap's piece where you looked like Gollum.

- And you knew it was from him.

- Everyone has a smile, while he was terrified.

- Usually, he's self-confident, but it's on the battlefield, in his life. The art was the only place where he was not sure he belonged too.

- At the end of the classes, he decided to talk to you.

- "I'm sorry for what happened today, I felt anxious and I ended up doing a bad portrait. It doesn't look like you at all."

- You looked up at him and smiled.

- "Why do you apologize? It was fun to see me like this, plus you need to start somewhere, no? You can't be a fucking Leonardo Da Vinci from the first day."

- He was too stunned to speak.

- "John or Johnny," he said.

- You looked at him confused.

- "Name's John, sorry, it seems you really blew my mind."

- You chuckled. "Nice to meet you, John. Hope next time your mind will be more confused for the next class."

- He nodded.

- Wait, did you say the next class? But it was nude modelsâ€¦

- Hope he won't draw a stick figure this time.

R U D Y

- You were an author.

- Well, it was not your main job since you only sold four books this year, but you considered yourself an author.

- And you had a hater. Someone who left a hateful review on each of your books.

- You knew that the next day after publishing your book, he would leave a bad review.

- So when your boss at the library told you that someone was regularly buying your books, you knew it could only be this hater, since the other person who bought your books was your mom.

- And you had had a bad day. So when your boss told you he was there, you were about to confront this hater.

- Maybe to understand what he didn't like or to know if he was just a coward.

- So you strode towards the spot your boss pointed at.

- "Hey, you," you said, not sure what to add after. When the man raised his head, he looked fit, and you knew you couldn't stand a chance in a fight if he decided to fight.

- "Wait, are you the author Y/N?" Rudy asked, with a sparkle in his eyes.

- Wait... A sparkle?

- "Hm, yeah, it's me," you answered, not sure what was happening.

- "I love your work. Your last book was really amazing. I have followed you since your debut."

- Your mouth was open, because :

1. one, your mom had lied to you when she told you she had bought three copies of your book.

2. And second, you had your first fan in front of you.

- "Thanks," you almost said, tears of joy welling up. "Sorry if I sound harsh. I thought you were that hater."

- "Oh yeah, I saw those reviews on your page. He's always there, but don't worry, I'll leave positive reviews to balance it. I'm Rudy, by the way."

- "Nice to meet you, and thanks for loving my work."

- "No need to thank me. I just appreciate good books."

- "What's your favorite, if I may ask?"

- Rudy smiled, and you both started chatting about books that afternoon. Maybe your reviews would improve after this, not just because of your writing, but also because he found you stunning.

G H O S T :

- Ghost scared people on the battlefield.

- However, the people who were most scared of him were the mechanics on the base.

- Ghost was a horrible driver, and everyone knew that.

- So, each time he went to the mechanics, they knew it was because he had done horrible damage to the cars.

- A game was organized whenever Ghost approached â€“ you played rock, paper, scissors, and the loser had to fix his car.

- However, you were new to the base.

- When you saw this guy standing and waiting, you went to him without realizing all this.

- But when you saw his car, you understood why no one else was coming.

- He had a bowling ball in the trunk, the roof was broken, all the windows were shattered, and one tire was burnt.

- "...did you take this on the battlefield?" you asked.

- "No." He said shortly.

- You blinked. "Then why is it in this condition?"

- "There was a grandma on the road."

- "...so, because of a grandma, you have a bowling ball in your trunk?"

- "Because I swerved to avoid her and ended up hitting a bowling alley."

- "How did you even get a driver's license?"

- "The examiner was too sick to see me again for the ninth time, so he just gave it to me."

- "I guess I'll fix your car, but please don't drive if you don't need to, sir."

- "Sure."

- The next day, he was there again with a hole in the car because of a bird. How ? You didn't know.

-But it seemed you had become his official mechanic without even knowing it.

G A Z :

- When he hears your voice in a café, he recognizes you.

- The problem is, he can't come to you.

- Because if he knows your voice, it's because of your streams.

- Your ASMR streams.

- Being a soldier means your sleep schedule isn't really regular, and to help himself sleep, Gaz discovered ASMR.

- He found out about your streams, then your Patreon, and... let's just say your ASMR is spicy.

- So yes, if he says he's a fan of yours, it implies he has to reveal he listens to that in front of his teammates.

- And he's not ashamed of it.

- But he doesn't want Price to know he likes spicy ASMR, just like he wouldn't want to know what Price's fantasies are, or what Ghost likes in bed.

- (He wants to forget Soap's idea about Ghost in pink lingerie and a thong, and the day Price wore latex pants.)

- It's a line he doesn't want to cross.

- But he's also your biggest fan.

- So he tries to walk near you.

- But you're with a friend.

- And he doesn't know if your friend knows about this.

- So he ends up just glancing at you.

- Shit, how does he approach someone who does +18 things, without saying he knows they do this?

- Maybe if he waves... or just says hello? Or maybe if he asks for a selfie orâ€¦

- "Are you trying to imitate Ghost?" Soap asks.

- "What? No. Why do you say that?!" Gaz says, looking away.

- "Because you're staring at this person like they killed your dad and ate your mom, then burned your house and kidnapped your dog."

- "...it was really detailed for a scenario," Gaz says, confused.

- "So?"

- "I just know them, but I don't want to disturb them." Gaz says, trying to lie and tell the truth at the same time.

- If Soap finds out the truth, he'll never hear the end of it.

- "Do you want me to call them?"

- "NO. Absolutely not, don't do this, mate."

- "Why not?"

- Because they'll think you listen to their spicy ASMR audios, he wants to say, but he remains quiet.

- God, he feels like a teenager.

- But suddenly, he sees you walking towards them.

- You sit next to them, and... you wink at him, pointing to his key ring on his bag.

- It's your merch.

- Meaning... you know he's a fan.

- "Thanks for supporting me," you whisper before returning to your friend.

- Gaz doesn't speak until he gets back to base, too embarrassed but also too happy.

K E E G A N :

- You were tired.

- The rush had finally ended. It was now 11 PM, and there was this one client who had just ordered 10 Happy Meals.

- You wanted to slap him. He had ordered at 22:57, and the fast food closed at 23:00.

- So you didn't have a choice but to serve him.

- You looked at your colleague, who was sighing, and you nodded.

- You were preparing the trays, ready to see 10 kids running around and getting everything dirty, butâ€¦

- It was only one man with a mask.

- When you saw him, you were ready to raise your hands and give him money. Why the heck would a man with a gun and a mask be at a McDonald's at 23:00 buying 10 Happy Meals?

- But he just took them and ate.

- One after another.

- In silence.

- In five minutes.

- And then he left.

- You looked at your colleague.

- "Guess it's as weird as people who order a burger without buns," your colleague said.

- You nodded and thought it was just the one weird client of the day.

- But every Wednesday, he was there, in silence.

- Maybe he hated Ronald McDonald, so he planned to run out of your stock of Happy Meals?

- Or maybe he collected the toys?

- You didn't know, but he was there.

- And you saw him eating those nuggets and fries without sauce.

- He didn't touch his drinks. My, how dry it must be.

- But one Wednesday you took a day off. So when you came back the next day, you joked with your colleague about the Happy Meal guy.

- But they didn't laugh.

- "Who?" they asked.

- And just like that, you realized that when you weren't there, the Happy Meal guy wasn't there either.

- You were scared.

- Maybe he thought buying Happy Meals seduced you, or it was his way of warning you before he would kill you, like a threat, "You'll end up like those nuggets."

- So, when you saw him enter, you sent your colleague.

- However, your manager decided to give you your break at that moment, meaning it would be only you and him in the place.

- You tried to act normally, but you noticed how he seemed not to like his food yet still ate it.

- You sighed and sat next to him, offering him some sauces.

- "It's better with these. You know, you can have them for free in the menu next time."

- He looked at you and nodded.

- He then tried it and smiled.

- That's when you noticed his dog tags.

- "We have a discount for military personnel, so you could take a real meal instead of a Happy Meal if you want to."

- He looked surprised and nodded.

- Next time, he ordered 2 Happy Meals and two regular menus.

- So you smiled.

- Until his other masked colleagues ordered 20 Happy Meals because they liked the skull toys in them.

- Maybe it was just military men who had a problem with Happy Meals.

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jay7543 · 2 months

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Professor Riley and the troubled student

18+

M4m

In this, you are a student who always draws attention to himself. A tough guy who always tries his best to seem cool, and tries to hide the fact he’s gay, especially for his professor, Simon Riley. There are so many rumors that go around him, one that he’s gay, another that he has the hots for one of his students, and another that he spends his summers as a S.A.S operator that wears a skull mask and goes by ghost, ha! Yeah right.

Both characters are adults, the reader is collage age, so probably 20s, ghost is a professor so probably late 30s

And just in case you didn’t see, I made a cyberpunk story too (also smut, of course), I’ve been playing a lot lately and made one, I’m really proud of it, so if that sounds interesting, press the link, if not, enjoy this one.

You walk into class, professor Riley shoots you a glare, knowing you’re gonna cause some trouble in class. He’s a really nice teacher, very patient and understanding, albeit a bit quiet, he’s everyone’s favorite, he’s even like that with you, but you just insist on pushing his buttons, every man has his breaking point. You go to your seat and talk to your friends nearby.

Reader-“what bullshit do you think he’s gonna talk about today? I swear he doesn’t shut his mouth”

You and your friends laugh, Riley heard every word, and he’s sick of it. You continue like this throughout the class, ignoring the lecturer and talking to your friends and playing on your phone. Late in the class one of your friends asks you

Friend-“do you think Riley’s hot?”

They smile and gesture towards him. You look over at him, his stature, around 6 foot 5, his dirty blonde hair, his muscles almost bulging out of his button up shirt, his rectangle framed glasses, making his blue eyes more prominent, and the aura of dominance he has at any given moment. You shake your head and push all those thought deep down.

Reader-“gross, fuck no”

You say loudly with a big blush on your face, your breath heavy. Riley heard, this was the last straw. He looks over and shouts, something he rarely does.

Riley-“I’m sick of your attitude, see me after class!”

He and everyone else in the class keep there eyes glued to you, you try to play it cool. You scoff and lean back in your seat, crossing your arms

Reader-“whatever”

You sit there quietly for a few more minutes till the end of class, you think of him the whole time. When the bell rings, everyone starts to shuffle out of the class, except you and professor Riley

Riley-“come here”

He says firmly, sitting behind his desk. You stand with a sigh and walk in front of his desk. He takes off his glasses and glares at you, which makes him even hotter.

Riley-“what’s with your bloody attitude? I do my best to accommodate all my students, even you. Yet you seem to not care, you don’t do your work, you’re failing, and you constantly disrupt my teaching”

He says in a deep gravely tone, serenading you with his accent.

Reader-“I-i don’t give a shit, that’s why”

You pull yourself together and put your bad boy front back on, he stands and points at you

Riley-“you watch your mouth while your in my classroom”

He says angrily, which does scare you a bit, he’s very intimidating, yet still very hot. He sighs and takes a deep breath before sitting back down. He pinches the bridge of his nose out of frustration

Riley-“I don’t know what to do with you. Believe it or not, I don’t want you to fail, but you just don’t care, what’s the issue?”

How are you supposed to answer that, he’s the issue, him! He’s just too hot, damn him for making you feel this way about a man, you’re straight….right?

Reader-“I-i don’t know, I just don’t see the point in trying”

Riley sighs, just barely noticing the small blush appearing on your cheeks. He chuckles softly.

Riley-“I know you wanna look cool in front of your mates, trust me, even I was a collage student once.”

He laughs, genuinely smiling, his anger now completely faded, he sees right through you

Reader-“I don’t know what you’re talking about”

You say defiantly, but he knows better.

Riley-“I get it, can’t drop the cool guy act right? Trying to impress the girls?”

He chuckles, teasing you. You blush even more. Everything he’s saying is making you like him even more, he knows you, almost more than you know you.

Reader-“all-all the girls already love me”

You cross your arms and look away, with what can only be described as a pout on your face. He finds it very cute

Riley-“you know, when you’re not trying to disrupt my class you’re a lot better to talk too. And from what I’ve seen, no girls are swooning over you”

He laughs again, making you a bit angry, though he is right, none of the girls are on you, but, you don’t mind that, you really don’t want them. You want…him

Reader-“I fuck plenty of girls”

You say, trying to convince yourself more than him, you’re still trying to deny the fact you want him, though it’s becoming increasingly difficult to do so. Ghost chuckles again, his laughs sound so manly to your ears now, was it always like that?

Riley-“if I didn’t know any better, I’d say your gay”

He says, trying to probe you for a reaction, and he for sure gets one. You blush even more than before, your act completely breaking as you struggle to defend yourself against this, this lie! No, the truth.

Reader-“I-i-no, I-I’m not gay, of course I’m not”

You say, now breathing heavy, you don’t even believe it at this point, and he knows it

Reader-“professor Riley i-“

He cuts you off

Simon-“Simon, call me Simon”

God, Simon is such a hot name, especially since it’s his. He walks out from behind his desk and sits on the edge of it in front of you.

Simon-“you don’t need to lie to me, this is a safe space”

He says reassuringly, he really is amazing

Reader-“I-I’m gay”

Simon smiles and hug you, comforting you, as he knows how hard that is to do

Simon-“good job, I’m proud you did it. So am I”

He says as he pulls away from the hug with a smile. He’s gay! The rumors were true! Now you actually have a chance.

Reader-“r-really? So the rumors were true?”

He sighs

Simon-“yeah, I haven’t told any students, or staff, but I guess someone had a lucky guess, and everyone believed it”

He shakes his head and chuckles

Reader-“well I uh-I like you, you’re the reason I can’t pay attention in class, I-I’m always looking at you, just not listening”

You say nervously as your face reddens again as you confess. He smiles at you and gets off his desk to take a step closer

Simon-“I know, I figured, I see the glances, and today, when one of your friends asked you if you thought I was hot. You stared at me for a while, then blushed, then yelled gross. I know you were lying”

He says with a bit more of a seductive tone, which turns you on a lot as your cock stiffens in your pants. Simon notices the building bulge and smirks, taking another step closer, now face to face with you (him leaning down of course, since he’s so damn tall)

Simon-“I know I shouldn’t be with a student but… I want you, to be with you, right here. Do you want that too?

Your breath gets caught in your throat as you hear his words. He wants it too! This is it

Reader-“y-yeah, I do”

As soon as you say yes he kisses you. It’s the best you’ve ever been kissed, he clearly has experience with this, and it’s making your head go all fuzzy. He pushes his tongue past your lips and into your mouth, swirling it around yours, mixing your spit into one, delicious concoction. After a few minutes, he pulls away.

Simon-“like it? I sure as hell did love”

He called you love! Oh god, this is the best day ever. You can’t even respond, only incoherent babble domes out, your mind too fuzzy and hazy with lust to even respond, he laughs when he sees

Simon-“I take that as a yes”

He spins you around and gently lays you down into his desk, he grips the hem of your jeans

Simon-“can I?”

You nod as fast as you can, you want this more than anything else you’ve ever wanted. He smiles and pull down your pants, revealing your dark blue boxers, you have a full tent pitched by now, and an obvious wet mark on your boxers from your precum, he chuckles and pull them down and lets your cock spring out, he grips it and strokes it gently, it feels so much different than when you, or any of the girls you’ve been with have done it. His hands are so experienced, so gentle, you can’t help but buck your hips a bit, into his hand. He sighs with content

Simon-“someone’s excited”

He lets go, leaving your cock a twitching, weeping mess, you whine slightly as he pulls away. He smiles when he hears it, he loves that he’s already made you his. He reaches to his own waist and pulls down his pants, he’s not wearing any underwear? His cock springs out and you’re in awe. It’s so big, the only one other than yours you’ve seen in person but still, the biggest

Reader-“w-wow”

You say nervously, he lifts your legs so your ass is hanging off the desk, your asshole perfectly on display.

Simon-“don’t worry, I’ll be gentle, I assume it’s your first time with another guy after all”

He lines up his cock with your hole and prods it a bit, teasing you, before putting his hand up to his mouth and spitting on it a few times, then he moves his spit covered hand down to your hole, wipes it all around, and gently puts a finger inside you.

Reader-“of fuck”

You moan as his finger enters you, you’ve played with yourself before but this is way better, his finger so much thicker than yours.

Simon-“I’ll make you nice and ready”

He says as he prods your insides even more, stirring them up ever so gently as he stretches out your hole for his cock, causing your own cock to twitch even more, the hardest it’s ever been. After a few minutes, he spits on his hand again and this time, wipes it on his cock, then lines it up with your hole

Simon-“it might hurt a bit at first, but I promise it’ll feel really good soon”

Before you can replay he starts shoving his cock into you, making you grunt and squirm, it does hurt a bit, even drawing a few tears, but, it feels more weird than anything.

Reader-“is-is it in?”

You ask, already panting, he leans over you and chuckles

Simon-“half way love”

Half! What the fuck, you already feel so full, how can there be more, yet there is, after slowly moving his hips forward, he finally gets his full length inside you. He nestles his cock deep inside and looks at you

Simon-“I’m gonna start moving now”

He warns, you nod and he starts to pull out, your asshole gripping onto his shaft as tight as it can, and just before it feels like it’s going to pop out, he starts to move forward again, gently, lovingly. This is the most pleasurable experience of your life, you’ve never felt this good. You moan and moan. Ghost groans as he feels your tight hole gripping him, begging him to not leave, ever. He picks up the pace a bit, causing you to gasp.

Reader-“I-i don’t know what I’m feeling, this-this is fucking crazy”

You whimper as you feel your head go fuzzy again. Just as you thought this couldn’t get better, he grabs your cock, that until now has been flopping around as he thrusts in and out, he strokes gently, causing you to moan even louder

Simon-“you fucking love that don’t you”

He says as he runs his thumb over your glans, he’s overstimulating you and you love it so much, you can’t even feel your legs anymore as he speeds up yet again, now moving at a pretty good pace, now dirty talking into your ear

Simon-“you fucking love my cock don’t you, your first one and you’re already addicted right? Your just a butt slut now, my butt slut”

He growls into your ear, he’s a bit forceful and degrading with his dirty talk but you love it so much, it just makes you squirm and leak even more, you agree with everything he says but don’t have the strength to even talk.

Simon-“from now on, you’re mine, my boyfriend, my slut, my fucking boy wife, whatever the fuck you want”

He groans again, you love that idea, you want to be his so bad, you’ve wanted it for a while and now are finally getting it, while he pounds your ass and strokes you cock. All you can do is nod. He laughs and pounds a bit harder, making sure not to go too hard, still not wanting to hurt you.

Simon-“don’t worry about your grades, I’ll make sure you pass, just show up and don’t talk back”

That sounds almost like a command, one you’ll follow for the rest of time(or at least till the end of collage) He stars to grunt more as you can feel him get harder inside you as he says

Simon-“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna pull out and cum all over your shirt, mark you as mine”

He grunts, you nod, not caring how much he soils your clothes, you feel yourself hitting the edge as well, his constant stroking and pounding doing wonders on you. With a yell from you and a loud grunt from him, you cum, shooting it all over his chest and your stomach. He pulls out of you and takes a step forward, pushing his hips forward as much as possible, before shooting thick, pure white ropes of cum all over your shirt, shot after shot, him grabbing your ass every time. After you both finish, him standing there panting, and you laying on the desk almost passed out, he stares at your gaping asshole and chuckles before pulling your past us back up. Pulling his up as well.

Simon-“here, take this”

He hands you his coat

Simon-“to cover your mess on your shirt till you get home”

You sit up and take the jacket, still panting

Reader-“that was amazing, I-i agree to everything you said by the way, I want all of it”

He smiles

Simon-“I figured, see you tomorrow in class”

You nod and stumble out of the classroom, your asshole feeling really weird, but you’re extremely happy with what’s to come.

#18+ only #cod x reader #simon ghost riley #smut #ghost x reader #m4m #simon riley x reader #gay #ghost x male reader #simon riley smut

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codecicle · 8 months

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important things ive gottta find multiple times -> saving for later

i am arguably a pink core (the typa shit ballincat43 is on) person and you can pry that from my cold dead hands so here is the tag for it LMAO -> me core

qsmp -> qsmp

qsmp fanart -> qsmp art

absurdly powerful dnd podcast posting -> jrwi (i also tag the individual characters)

liveblogging newer jrwi episodes or jrwiepisodes with spoilers -> jrwilb

gayass military game posting -> cod

generation loss -> genloss

jerma -> jerma is a fucking cryptid

liveblogging -> liveblogging

ask tag -> we have mail :]

best asks I've ever received -> askbox hall of fame

slimecicle cinematic universe -> scu

autism² (risk of rain) -> ror2

self rb -> reblogging my own post

the mcu / mutual cinematic universe -> little rp thing I do with my friends ^_^

tag for elliot (my boyfriend) -> my love felix <3 <3

pokemon (autism³) -> poketag

#i make yet anothet post just for me 👍#flashing images #image id in alt text #^_^

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callofdudes · 1 year

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Vampire Simon "Ghost" Riley.

CW: Sexual themes and mild gore.

Featuring ✨GhostSoap✨

Alright, so I've been going through some AU's and I've been wondering about Monster AU's for COD because who doesn't like a monster AU?? And I was thinking about vampire Simon. Apparently i'm not the only one with this idea so I'll put my spin on it here for you guys. I've put a lot more thought into this than I probably should have but hey, whatever.

At first I started making Headcanons for Simon to be your typical bloodsucker vampire which is what I'll stick with. But there are also two other kinds of vampires. One of them I think could really work with Simon as well, so I'll briefly explain that below along with my Headcanons for bloodsucker Simon.

There is a difference between the viral vampire and a psychic vampire. (There are also supernatural vampires which i guess just have different powers??) Psychic vampires don't rely on blood but psychic energy. They don't have to be unalive or immortal but just humans with the ability to draw energy from others to feed themselves. But they are no less dangerous than a blood feasting ones, especially if they cannot control their powers. People say they are born with their abilities so most don't even know they're feeding off of others.

This could work for Simon because Johnny has lots of energy that he can spend and using his families energy would align with the abuse. With these vampires, feeding on the energy of friends and family isn't ideal because you can drain all their energy.

Simon occasionally feeds on Johnny because he can jump back easily the next day from whatever little Simon does take. When Simon comes clean about who he is during their relationship Johnny gives him permission to feed on him whenever he needs, but only him or enemies. Eventually it turns into a little game. During sex Johnny begs Simon to take his energy and after some convincing it turns into this kinky thing. Simon takes Johnny's energy during sex and Johnny loves the feeling. It makes everything feel so much better and that minute shift in his body feels amazing.

Simon is a vampire, which ties into one of the many reasons he was abused and not seen as an equal in his family. Simon is the only vampire, it's a recessive gene but Simon's older brother did not get said gene.

Simon was abused by his father who thought his son's growing abilities to be unfair and being a vampire he needed to "man up" faster.

This is a reason why Simon has very few freedoms as a child. He couldn't go to school since as a young child up into his teen years he slept for a large majority of the day and was up all night. Lenient online classes worked best for him.

Simon was conditioned to animal blood, and although human blood always smelt ten times better, he didn't start to sense the difference until his early teens. But his father would beat and abuse him out of the thought of drinking human blood. Whether he knew this would keep Simon weak and in submission or he was genuinely against hurting anyone outside of his own family (abusive bro) Is debatable.

When Simon signed up for the military he didn't know much about the world around him. He would wear a hoodie under his gear to hide his face and his skull gloves on his hands.

One of the reasons Simon is almost never shown with less than two layers on is because he works out in the sun a lot. His skin is deathly pale underneath. Simon's fangs also grew longer and more notice from 17 to early 30s so the mask Is another additive to that.

Simon didn't classify to anyone in the military that he was a monster. But Simon started to gain attention for the way he could take down enemies. He could kill them with speed and stealth that was probably inhuman for someone his size. But with Simon's ability to teleport and transform, along with his superhuman stamina and durability he made the perfect soldier.

Simon trims his nails frequently, but he doesn't dull the point of his nails, making it easier to tear into flesh. Why would he need this??

When Simon became a soldier he was away from blood for a long time. Considering their meals are limited and they are in no way being served medium rare stake on the dime every night.

When Simon went on his first field mission he was hungry, and after raiding a small campout he'd been stung by the delicious taste of human blood. He'd never had it before. But they were dead anyway, so what was the harm?? Granted they were still fresh bodies. He'd find the bullet wound or sometimes he'd make a different puncture hole and feast. Knees in the dirt draining the fresh bodies of their blood.

And Simon loved it. He could never drink animal blood again after letting his aching fangs sink into the throat of these men.

Rumors started going around that some bodies collected had puncture wounds on their throat or in their wrists, but they could never trace it back.

Now Simon was never cruel. He only drank from the fresh bodies around him. After tasting such blood the different scents around him did make him hungrier, but he went on missions frequent enough that he wouldn't starve to near death.

And he kept this up for a couple years with no problems.

Now you might be asking, what about him sleeping all day!? Well, Simon is an insomniac, that's what normal humans call him. He's up all night either in his room or prowling the grounds . Usually if Simon has enough energy he can walk around during the day. When he has time to spare he'll catch a quick nap, and make up for all the lost energy on the days he gets time off. If he has no recruits to deal with for a while Simon will go to his room and crash. People have rumored about this because once Simon curls up he doesn't wake up until his body permits him to. Which has only occasionally been a problem.

Well when Simon was finally recruited to the 141 he doesn't tell Price (or maybe he does I haven't decided) whether he tells Price or not it doesn't really matter. Simon had enough energy to live when he was in a larger unit, but being in the 141 for specifically very strong soldiers he was fed much more.

And it was only him and Price for a bit until John "Soap" MacTavish and Kyle "Gaz" Garrick joined.

Now this wouldn't have been a problem. Gaz was quiet and stuck by Price's side like Ghost, which Ghost had no problems with. It was Soap he had a problem with.

Soap was loud and bubbly. He was always trying to hang out with Simon which already wasn't really his thing. But Ghost and Soap share a blood type. Now I headcanon that Simon finds people with his own blood type so much more delicious.

Simon wanted to tear out his throat the minute he smelt the scent radiating off the Scotsman. But he only drinks from the freshly dead, that was what he told himself. So he tries to avoid Johnny because every time he's around him his fangs ache and he starts acting up.

But Johnny is always around him and he can't get away. It's when they go to Las Almas that Simon starts to slip.

When the events of the mission "Alone" take place Simon is already out of energy and hungry. Soap is actively bleeding out and Simon doesn't want to risk being around him, so against his better judgement he takes off.

Of course he makes up a half truth excuse for this and brushes it off. He helps Johnny maneuver through the buildings.

When Johnny comes across the soldier with one of Simon's knives in his throat and pulls it out, there is no extra blood splatter. Blood is covering the knife and dried from the wound, but there is no extra blood splatter when the obstruction is removed. Later he comes across another body slumped in the corner. John searches him and finds two puncture marks in his throat by his Adams apple.

And each body he finds has those same puncture marks in different places. He brings this up to Simon who is a little two eager to dismiss it. Simon is just trying to hold himself together because he knows when he is reunited with Johnny he will be bleeding. And he doesn't want to hurt him.

Other things point to this, and for extra points Johnny noticed it all. Keeping tabs of sorts.

Simon can see in the dark better than anyone else so when they get to Alejandro's safehouse he notices Rodolfo's movement before Johnny does.

When Simon removes his mask his lips are an odd reddish hue though his face is pale. Johnny recognizes Simon's odd eye shape, one of the things that sets Simon apart from the others is his oddly slitted pupils. Their sharper than the others. And they contract oddly with the flickering light above them. Johnny also takes in the odd point of Simon's ears.

Again, Johnny keeps a tab on all of this. At first it's just simply because he wants to remember Simon. He wants to know more about the legendary Ghost. And so he can draw him and write on him in his journal. But then things start mysteriously clicking in his brain.

Simon doesn't eat dinner with them. Or food of any kind. Simon goes to his room to eat but Johnny has never seen the man eat any food.

If Captain Price knows what Simon is there is probably a classified freezer for lieutenant or higher members, but that only classifies Simon and Price. Who are the only two who have ever taken a vested interested in the freezer. When Johnny goes snooping it's just a bunch of vacuum sealed white bags with a mysterious liquid in them.

He brings it up to Gaz who doesn't really care and eventually to Price who he mentions it to offhandedly when talking about Ghost. Whether Price knows or not he won't give much thought to it and easily dismisses it.

Simon was always very careful about where he treaded. Considering there were many limitations to being considered soulless. But when on a mission and cutting through a home, Johnny briefly, very briefly looking in a mirror along one of the houses hallways. And it was just him. Simon was right next to him but it was only him in the mirror. Simon had played it off as Johnny's unpredicted adrenaline rush and his eyes playing tricks on him. And Johnny believed him. For a while.

(fill in the blanks a lot for plot duh duh)

When Johnny does come to the conclusion that Simon is infact, a vampire, he doesn't confront the man right away. He waits. And he waits. And he waits. By this point Johnny had already developed feelings for Simon and doesn't want to risk the very real blossoming relationship by confronting him.

If Simon was really a vampire could they love each other??

When Johnny does confront Simon it's when he decides to confess. He knocks on his door at a late hour and Simon is not surprisingly awake. He lets Johnny in and they sit. Johnny pours his heart out to Simon. About their missions and about his growing attraction toward him every single day.

But he doesn't bring up anything about vampires.

Simon is hesitant, on one hand he loves Johnny. On the other he doesn't want to potentially hurt Johnny with the truth of his existence and trying to hide. Because he yearns for Johnny in more than one way.

Simon ultimately reciprocates and they start dating. Johnny's theory is only backed up by Simon not wanting to kiss or to touch. It's odd at first, but it all slowly makes sense.

After a couple months of their relationship Johnny had decided he's done and he's going to kick the can. Late when he's staying in Simon's room and their talking, Johnny lunges for it.

He slides closer on Simon's bed and clutches his mask. Simon rushes to stop him but Johnny is already pulling the mask up, lips settling on Simon's. They're cold and rough. Simon is caught between freaking out and melting.

Johnny pulls Simon in and whispers against his lips "I know." When he pulls away Simon is stunned. Johnny pulls the mask off fully and watches his eyes shift to look at Johnny.

"Do it, bite me. You're probably starving." He pants when they part. After convincing, Simon pulls off Johnny's shirt and traces his fingers over his neck. "Will it hurt??" "I don't know. But hold your breath. I'll try to be gentle."

"You know??" They talk and eventually Johnny convinces Simon to show him his fangs. Their sharp and pearly white. That goes straight to Johnny's dick. He kisses Simon and shoves his tongue in his mouth. Simon moans as Johnny's tongue explores his mouth and glides over his fangs. Johnny can feel them prick into his tongue and draw blood from just the point. It makes Johnny hornier than he expected. He thought he'd be freaked out.

It doesn't hurt. Johnny can feel Simon's cold lips trail over his skin, teasing him and then his fangs trace the skin. The hairs on the back of his neck raise and Simon breaks his skin. It's not painful, it's pleasurable. Johnny isn't ready for the pleasure that blossoms in his stomach and hits him like a thousand kisses over his throat.

Simon latches onto his throat and shudders, finally getting to taste Johnny's blood after so long smelling it and longing. It goes straight to his dick and his body is trembling. Johnny is crying and moaning' clawing Simon's shoulderblades.

Simon could drink until Johnny is cold and silent but he forces himself to pull away. Johnny smashes his mouth onto Simon's and can taste the crimson liquid on his tongue.

Neither expected this to be so erotic but their first time together is better than anything they could have imagined. It turns into this little game. Simon feeds on Johnny at the dead of night before fucking the life out of him. Sometimes it's gentle but most of the time after getting hard at the taste of his blood Simon is feral and wants to have Johnny in every single way.

Johnny teases him about his abilities too. With his shape shifting Johnny will often beg him to turn into a bat, Simon tries to tell Johnny that's a myth until he's caught having a nap in the rafters of the shower/locker room by Johnny. He then starts to beg his boyfriend to be a bat more often because he looks so cute.

Another thing Johnny's notices is how Simon's pupils expand and sharpen. When he's relaxed his pupils will relax and almost soften out, mostly around Johnny or Price. When he's feasting or hunting/on a mission his pupils are sharp slits.

After Johnny finds out Simon does not hesitate with himself around Johnny. He can whisk Johnny away without care for how fast he runs and feast in front of him.

Simon only feels comfortable drinking from Johnny now that he knows his fangs have the opposite effect of pain.

Drinking is not a fast process so if Johnny has a fresh kill and Simon is getting tired he'll guard the entrance of wherever they are for at least ten minutes to give Simon time to replenish himself.

That's all the thoughts I have for now. I don't have anything planned for this out I wanted to write down the ideas I had for a blood sucking Simon who has erotic sex with Johnny- 😂

Apologies for any spelling mistakes!

#simon ghost riley #call of duty headcanons #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #call of duty #vampire Simon Riley #monster AU #COD au #cod headcanons #ghostsoap #soapghost #simon riley headcanons #ghost x soap #soap x ghost #ghoap #vampire AU

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hvnterzmoon · 1 year

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INTRO POST RAH PLEASE READ ‼️‼️‼️‼️

Hello! I’m E or Emory, I write on AO3 and here. Mostly for the band Ghost and COD MW2 (only on AO3 ongoing fic for MW2). I’ve been writing since I was in middle school with multiple creative writing classes taken in college and high-school (still a bit of an idiot when writing though).

I write angst, fluff, hurt, comfort, all of it. Anything NSFW will be tagged and have a page break before hand. Please DNI with anything NSFW if you are a minor, be safe on the Internet guys. I will be posting a lot of Headcanons for the ghost ghouls and papas, will probably be a majority of my content on here. (Some are crack ideas).

Requests are open (drabbles, Ficlets, which ghouls like what, that kind of stuff, as well as questions, feel free to ask abt me if you wanna.) all of the things I write is my interpretation and if you don’t agree that sucks I guess. I reserve the right to refuse requests for any reason. Do not be rude and please have a good time! :D

I also draw and will post that here! Twitter and AO3 always sees everything first. @/hvnterzmoon on twt if you wanna chat (im more active there)

#nameless ghouls #the band ghost #aether ghoul #swiss ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #mountain ghoul #cirrus ghoul #cumulus ghoul #sunshine ghoulette #alpha ghoul #ifrit ghoul #omega ghoul #papa emeritus lll #papa emeritus the fourth #papa emeritus iv #zephyr ghoul #cowbell ghoul #special ghoul

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chirp-a-chirp · 2 years

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Court of Darkness: Dirty Pictures

Rating: Teen (Nothing Explicit, but Implications Galore)

Words: ~1000

Synopsis: A series of short blurbs about how various CoD characters would react if they found dirty pictures or books at the academy.

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RIO, THOMA, SHERRY, and VIOLET

Rio and Thoma are sparring at the training grounds, with Sherry watching nearby. During a break, Rio trots to a room to exchange swords when he spots a book. He grabs it and brings it to Thoma.

“Hey Thoma, let’s take a break from sparring and try something else!” He gestures to the book. Thoma opens the first few pages and yelps, eyes opening in astonishment.

“Mate, are you NUTS?” Sherry runs to the duo upon hearing Thoma’s shouting.

“Whatever is the matter Thoma?” Sherry inquires. Thoma tries quickly to hide the book, but Sherry grabs it from his hand.

“Oh my! Rio, what is the meaning of this?”

“I was asking Thoma if he wanted to practice some wrestling moves.” Rio looks at the shocked expression on Thoma’s face. “But, I guess you don’t want to?”

“Rio, this isn’t a wrestling book,” says Thoma.

“You sure?” inquires Rio. “The pictures in it look like—”

“YES,” exclaim Thoma and Sherry in unison.

After a VERY awkward conversation that Rio does not completely understand, Sherry takes the book, promising to return it to the library (the only place she can think to return it with minimum questions). But, before she does, she and Violet spend the night looking at the book in Sherry’s room.

“Oh, that position looks like fun!” Sherry exclaims, giggling.

“Dear, that position is more fun to do that look at!” Violet laughs.

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ROY and LOU

Roy is in a lecture hall tidying up after class. He spots a book that appears to have been misplaced by another student. He opens it up and sees a series of salacious pictures in it.

“Oh goodness.” He begins flipping a few pages.

*Five minutes later* “Why am I still looking at this book?” he murmurs to himself, embarrassed but unable to tear himself away.

“Why are you still looking at what, Master Invidia?” Lou walks into the classroom, a small smile on his face.

“Um, I-I was looking at this book to determine where it should be returned within the library.” Roy quickly closes the book.

“Diligent as always.” Lou’s smile widens slightly. Roy hastily bows and leaves the room.

“Master Invidia, the library is in the other direction!” Roy walks faster, pretending to not hear him.

“Oh, hi Miss Sherry,” Lou calls out. “Would you be so kind as to tell your brother where the library is? He seems to have lost his way and appears to be going to his quarters!”

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GUY and JASPER

Guy and Jasper have been ordered by Master Lou to search the academy for a series of drawings that have been popping up on campus. The drawings are pictures of the seven princes. Some of the pictures—those featuring Rio and Lynt—are innocent enough (images of Rio with dog ears, Lynt in various sleeping positions). The pictures of the other princes are decidedly NOT innocent.

Guy and Jasper are in an empty classroom. Guy walks to the desk and finds a picture of himself sporting a smirk and nothing else with the caption Yield to me and no other. The picture bursts into flames.

“Another photo, your Grace?” Jasper inquires.

“TSK. What do you have there?”

“Another drawing of Prince Roy.” He hands it to Guy. The caption reads Royally Pleased as Roy smiles and is—*picture is instantly turned to ash*

“Your Highness, we need to preserve at least one picture for evidence.” Jasper smiles at a scowling Guy. “You and Prince Roy appear to be the most popular subjects for these pictures. The artist has good taste in that regard at least.” He chuckles quietly.

“Jasper.” Guy stares daggers at his valet. He’s trying unsuccessfully to get Roy’s look of satisfaction out of his head. “Cancel my meeting with Roy today.” Guy looks visibly uncomfortable.

“Very well sir. You might as well find the humor in this situation in the meantime.”

“NO.”

Guy and Jasper continue to investigate the room. Inside a student’s desk, Guy finds two drawings of Toa shirtless holding a ruler with the caption Discipline Me under it.

Guy looks at a clock. In a few minutes, students will be coming in for a lecture taught by Toa. Guy takes one of the pictures and gives it to Jasper. The other picture he places in the direct center of Toa’s desk.

“You told me to find humor in the situation Jasper. Heh.” He leaves the classroom, smirking, knowing Toa will find the picture in a few moments.

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TOA, KNIGHT, and FENN

After Toa discovers the picture of him on the desk, he insists on purging the entire campus of all the dirty pictures. He and Knight search every classroom, finding drawing after drawing.

“This is DISGUSTING!” Knight exclaims, averting his eyes. “How many people are even in this picture?”

“At least three people, Knight.” Fenn purrs in Knight’s ear. Knight jumps away.

“H-How do you know that?”

“There are five limbs visible. Hehe!” Fenn scans the drawing. “Oooh, it looks like I’m in this picture!”

“You would be pleased to see that,” sighs Toa. He grabs the drawing. “This position is not anatomically possible.”

“Not with that attitude Toa,” laughs Fenn.

…

TINO, LYNT, and KNIGHT

Tino is trying to get Lynt to eat some bread in his chambers. Lynt is curled up on a sofa under a blanket.

“Prince Lynt! Some students in your class found pictures of you that you might find pleasing!” Tino hands a packet of papers wrapped in string to Lynt.

Lynt sleepily examines the first few pictures, which are various poses of Lynt sleeping in blankets, on benches, in open fields with his familiar Phee. His eyes then suddenly widen.

“Chino, what are these?” Two pictures of Toa and Guy fall to the ground. Tino picks up the pictures.

“Oh goodness! Oh stars! Oh every star above!” Tino screams, running out of the room.

*A few moments later* “TOA!” Knight yells in the hallway as he finishes talking to a frantic Tino. “We didn’t find all the pictures!”

#court of darkness #love 365 #all things otome #rio voleri #sherry invidia #roy invidia #guy avari #toa qelsum #fenn luxure #lynt akedia

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99katarina99 · 5 months

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First one in ages, I know...

Hello,

I haven't written anything here in a while, because I lost interest in Tumblr, not knowing what to do with it.

I haven't even been honest much on this profile. I just graduated from college as a marketing graduate, and I don't know where to go next. I try to do a lot of things that I have a passion for, like writing, managing my YouTube channel and drawing. Everyday, I try to learn something new. I'm sending my job demands to everyone looking for a marketing graduate, video editor and a writer. But so far, only few replied that I didn't pass, saying that there were better candidates.

I remembered what I wanted to do when I was a kid. As I recall from my school days, my schoolmates said they wanted to be doctors, mechanics, retail workers, policemen and such, and me, I was too shy to actually say what I want to be when I grow up. So I lied about wanting to be a doctor, to not reveal anything (and I couldn't have been a doctor, I'm not smart enough).

I actually wanted to be a storyteller. It's what I always wanted. I was that kid in class who always daydreamed and made stories up in their head, to the point I wasn't paying attention in class. Even the teacher noticed it. As the school progressed, the more I got shy, and no professor was of help to me. Then the bullying came, and I completely closed myself off. Between being addicted to video games and going through rough school days, I didn't know what I was going to do with my life. Video games were like a coping mechanism for me, which then turned into an addiction.

Then, about 4 years ago, I made a decision to write a fictional book. It was weird, considering that I never read anything after primary school, and not going into the library. It wasn't because I didn't enjoy reading, it was because I didn't know what to search for, and also my anxiety was getting in my way of asking questions. I couldn't just say 'I'm just looking'. I think I was also reading wrong books, the only interesting one I remember was Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens (the only book I didn't skip pages and chapters). I guess, because I liked movies and video games more than books, I wanted more than just a written word, to actually see it, and be the character himself. It's how I always feel when I play CoD Warzone 2.0.

One weird old guy appeared on my Facebook feed while I was scrolling down. It was an ad for his MasterClass, and when I saw him, it woke up something inside me, the desire to write a story, knowing that it was what I always wanted to do. If not make a movie, then write a novel. That guy, was Neil Gaiman.

I couldn't afford a MasterClass, so all I did was write from scratch, not knowing how today's 'novel' should be written. So I went with reading, starting with Jules Verne, then moving up to Neil Gaiman's Ocean at the end of the lane, and finally to J.R.R. Tolkien. Also, J.K. Rowling.

To make this even weird, I don't write my books in my native language (Croatian). Instead, everything is on English. My only explanation is, I daydream in English (that's what YouTube made of me). How do you explain that to someone you know well?

There we go, I got it all out. I write more than I actually talk loud. Sometimes it's good to be alone and quiet in a room, but not for too long (I found that out during pandemic).

Goodbye,

99katarina99

P.S: 99 stands for the year I was born in.

#aspiring writer #neilgaiman #life goals #life story #writing #wannabe writer #social anxiety

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mcjeanalds · 2 years

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in history class rn its bloggin time baeby

lets do some headcanons since my last one did SO FUCKING WELL ILY GUYS

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- hange is a die-hard samsung user and levi always bullies them for the camera quality

- armin has been in a gender identity crisis for a while and wants to experiment with different pronouns n shit (and we love that!)

- erwin is a h oh my god if my history teacher doesnt put on her mask i stg

- erwin is a huge fan of vinyl records and has one of those crates just filled with classic rock vinyls

- connie can do voice impressions but really weird ones, like morty from rick and morty or eric cartman from south park

- mikasa does eren's eyebrows, and she's the only one eren will let touch them

- levi has glasses for when he reads n shit, but they're the black square-ish ones and he doesn't push them all the way up and it's sexy

- jean can't drink boba because he chokes on the bubbles and sasha always spits them at him through her straw

- mikasa journals her emotions n shit, but she also draws very emotional and dark sketches in the journal too (but they look sick asf and she's actually super talented)

- armin has watched the entire twilight series and didn't hate it, and he's is so upset with himself for not hating it

- levi has the highest spice tolerance ever, like it takes like a 100,000 on the scoville unit for him to even feel something

- hange will visit people just for their pets, but obviously won't tell people that's why they're visiting

- eren's the kind of person who always has to have more followers than people he's following, and it has to be a decently big difference like 50 people or more

- hange will just like.., snack on cheese. and i mean like slices of american cheese or the little mozzarella cheese balls

- much like myself, jean gets random memes in spanish on his explore page. both myself and jean do not speak spanish (at least i don't think he does, i just know i don't)

- sasha has like 17,000 flannels, like she's got the whole rainbow and more, and she wears every single one

- erwin smells like one of those pine tree air fresheners. he doesn't even use one he just smells like it

- connie wanted to shave a design in his hair, like how drake shaved the heart, but absolutely everyone told him no

- we all know levi doesn't sleep, but neither does mikasa and they'll just reach out to each other like "are you up" "yeah" "i'm getting water do you want anything" "you're literally in a different city" (you can decide who's who in that example)

- though sasha eats everything with no hesitation, she won't eat out of a styrofoam container. she hates literally every single aspect about styrofoam

- eren gets so aggressive when it comes to video games. is he one of those "you wouldn't survive a cod lobby" guys? no, but he will scream and insult people

- armin is the victim of deez nuts/ur mom jokes. hange and connie are the ones that make the jokes

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yas that's it enjoy my little cockatoos

sincerely,

mcjeanalds

ps i would love to see some of these things drawn, i absolutely adore aot art so if you wanna draw out any of these for visuals, please go ahead and show me!!!!!

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin #aot #snk #eren yeager #eren jaeger #mikasa ackerman #armin artlert #jean kirstein #connie springer #sasha braus #levi ackerman #hange zoë #hange zoe #hanji zoe #hanji zoë #erwin smith #aot headcanons

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ocw-archive · 2 years

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PAPERMAG (2005)

01/26/05 at 07:00PM

THE LADIES MAN

Owen Wilson is a full-on southern gentleman. No, he didn't pull out my chair or fetch me an iced tea with lemon and two Sweet 'N Lows, the way I like it. And even though he entertained me in the front room of his tasteful if nondescript white clapboard Cape Cod, he neglected to offer me a bottle of water like the one he was drinking. (Perhaps he could see the outline of the one I had in my purse and decided I didn't need another.) No matter. He was so charming that I walked out of there after our chat saying to myself in my best twang, "Well, that one's a peach." Like I'm Dolly Parton all of a sudden. He'll do that to you.

I just didn't expect him to be that way. I expected him to be the indie-surfer version of a good ol' boy. After all, he's a central figure in a web of film's funny men, a club that doesn't seem to welcome gals. He's made seven movies with Ben Stiller (partners in Starsky & Hutch, rivals in Zoolander), four with Will Ferrell and four with Vince Vaughn, not to mention the five he's made with his younger brother Luke and his acting and writing collaborations with director Wes Anderson. His brother has also worked with Vince and Will, notably in Old School, and... let's think, are there any funny women running through here? Did a woman even appear in Bottle Rocket? Okay, yes, but she didn't speak English.

"Do feminists with chips on their shoulders accuse you of having a boy's club?" I ask.

He looks at me blankly.

"A frat?"

"Uhm..."

"Is it just me?"

"Uh..."

I know he wants to answer, to help me all he can with this interview, but his slow-as-molasses drawl makes me wonder if my mini-recorder is going to run out of tape before he forms a sentence. Finally, he speaks: "They might have more when Luke was still living here. But now that my mom's staying here working on a photography assignment [cut to the beautiful black-and-whites on the walls], hopefully that will endear me to feminists."

Uhm, maybe. But he reeks of confirmed bachelor. That's evidenced by the foosball table, which, like Chandler and Joey's on Friends, occupies a position of honor right inside the front door. "I always thought I'd be married and have kids by the time I was 30," he claims. He's now 36. With no immediate prospects. "I've always had an inspiring but daunting example with my parents, who've been married 40 years, and they're still madly in love."

I wonder, is he more like Ken "Hutch" Hutchinson -- a loose-morals ladies' man -- or the demure and respectful Kentucky Airlines pilot he plays in his latest film, Wes Anderson's The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou? "I have elements of both," he admits, "but I'm probably more shy. . . and I'm a pretty polite person." But what about with the ladies? "Whatever the situation calls for; sometimes you gotta be Shy Guy, sometimes you gotta bust out with Charm Monster." And he giggles, absolutely tickled with himself.

CALLING CARD IN A BOTTLE ROCKET

Called a "mild and hazy surfer dude" by Variety, Owen cornered the market on stoner charm when he played opposite Jackie Chan in the box office hits Shanghai Noon and its sequel Shanghai Knights. (When I tell him I think he's the Jeff Spicoli of our day, he's pleased: "Cool. I love Jeff Spicoli.")

But it's the more cerebral films he's penned with his college pal Wes -- they met in a playwriting class at the University of Texas-Austin -- that he's most proud of. Especially, it seems, Bottle Rocket, their first film, a tiny indie no one saw but that garnered enough critical and industry attention to become a very effective calling card for Wes, Owen and his brother Luke. James L. Brooks put up the money for the full-length version; Ben Stiller sent them a very complimentary note. So they all up and moved from Texas to Hollywood. And shot into stardom... or not.

"It was very grad-u-al," he insists, drawing out the word and sounding stoned, or maybe just Texan. "I remember walking down the beach in Malibu with Luke when we were going to make and star in Bottle Rocket, and I thought, 'Well, if you star in movies, everyone sees them.' I forgot that there's lots of movies people don't see. I thought people would recognize us, like, 'There are those guys from Bottle Rocket.' That never really came to pass."

And now? "Now maybe it'll be like, 'There's the guy from Old School,' and, 'What's he doing with the guy from Starsky & Hutch?' They may not even realize we're brothers."

DRIVING A WEDGE

Like any self-respecting Southern gentleman, Owen is remarkably unflappable. Believe me. I tried to flap him. He offered cool deflections every time: "Is there sibling rivalry?" I asked. "Between Luke and me? Maybe on that foosball table over there," he replied, pointing languidly behind me.

"Do the stereotypes bug you?" I continued."Like, 'Luke is the romantic figure, Owen is the funny smart-ass'?" After all, Luke has played Drew Barrymore's boyfriend and Reese Witherspoon's boyfriend and Gwyneth Paltrow's boyfriend and brother. (That incestuous relationship was brought to you courtesy of screenwriting duo Wes and Owen in The Royal Tenenbaums.)

"Yeah," he cedes. "You don't want to be pigeon-holed. But the way I'm perceived isn't that bad. If people think I'm funny... great."

"How 'bout the fame? Pain in the ass?"

"To have the type of fame like the Olsen twins -- with people following you around taking pictures -- would be a total pain in the ass. But I have people who come up to me and say, 'I loved you in this movie,' and that's a very easy thing to deal with."

"Do you have people crawling up your ass? Star fuckers?"

He answers thoughtfully, in measured tones -- measured, or maybe just Texan. "No. I have a pretty good bullshit detector. Walking into a hotel or restaurant, if people recognize me, are excited to see me, that's something that's maybe not fair, but it's nice."

"What about the comments on your nose?" He's broken it three times -- roughhousing as a kid, playing football in college -- and it's always mentioned in stories about him. "Are you ever just like, 'Get off my nose'?"

"Yeah. You know, I wasn't really aware of how askew my face was until I started to get in movies, and every single article would comment on it."

Oh, you sweet pea. "I mean, it's adorable -- you're gorgeous," I say and smile brightly at him. Perhaps too brightly. There's an awkward silence.

So I start up again with the flapping. "You didn't study acting?"

"I fell into it with Bottle Rocket."

"Were you ever intimidated? Acting across from Caan, De Niro, Hackman, Anjelica Huston?"

"I felt very nervous the first time around De Niro in Meet the Parents. [In the scene] I'm addressing a group of people, and I turn, and there's De Niro, and I could see Ben's face [basically telling me], 'Yeah, I can see you're freaking out.' I started talking. I didn't make any sense." This from a guy who improvises on every film he hasn't written. Apparently, this time his improv skills failed. In the end, all was well: He was hilarious and memorable as Ben Stiller's romantic rival. "The next scene with [De Niro] was more intimate, so it got easier." Of course it did, darlin'.

Like with the nose, I feel bad, so I backpedal. "I didn't mean to insinuate that you weren't an excellent actor yourself."

He's mellow when he responds, self-deprecating and... stoned? Nah. "I think I'm okay. I'm good at not having stuff sound fake. I don't know if I'm the type of actor like Johnny Depp, who can change his voice and look, or Dustin Hoffman."

"Does that appeal to you?"

"It appeals to me when they do it."

Okay, then.

The movies he's been in tend to kill him off. He lists them for me: "Armageddon,Anaconda, The Haunting. The Life Aquatic was [my] first noble death, where it was building to something. It's just the way my career went. I had to die in the second act. Then I started living through the whole movie, and sometimes I wished I hadn't."

"Which one? Care to name names?"

"Naw, I wouldn't want to hurt people's feelings." See? Gentlemanly. He's less worried about being impolitic than he is about being impolite.

As far as being an indie-surfer good ol' boy: Yes, he does surf. And we know that he loves his indies, although Wes has been complaining to the press lately that Owen is too busy being a movie star to co-write any more of their big-budget art films like Rushmore or The Royal Tenenbaums (for which they received an Oscar nomination for best screenplay). The Life Aquatic is the first Wes Anderson movie that Owen didn't co-write; he was too busy starring in it. (I'll leave it to the fans to decide if the film needed him more as a writer or an actor.) But he's still happy with it, no matter what.

"[The Life Aquatic] to me is a success if some people see it and love it, and it gets some good notices. [That's] the way I've always judged Bottle Rocket, Rushmore and The Royal Tenenbaums. I think of them as... I don't want to say... maybe more artistic than, say, Anaconda.

"I think that's safe to say," I tell him.

"This to me is a success even if it doesn't make any money, because 10 years from now, I'll be able to watch the movie and still be proud of it."

And then he proves to me that there's a feminine side in this good ol' boy. We were talking about female mood swings when he said, "I think men have times when they're more sensitive. I was just watching Glory back home over Thanksgiving, thinking, 'Oh, this movie isn't so great.' And the next moment tears were coming down." Then, in a sob-choked stoner drawl, he says, "These guys were really brave, charging that fort -- they had no chance." There you have it. A true Southern gentleman isn't afraid to cry, as long as it's over a war movie, during a battle scene. Then it's okay. He can even tell his interviewer about it. And she will love him for it.

#2005 #interview #photoshoot

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omgjasminesimone · 4 years

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Kept Part 3

Bryce x MC x Ethan

Previous Part: Part 2

Next Part: Part 4

Word Count: 2800

Casey stirs her martini with her straw distractedly. She’s bored with the table conversation of the older doctors.

If it was medical talk, she’d be tuned in, taking in all the information like a sponge. But instead, they’re discussing their kids, and SAT prep classes, and college applications, and their vacation homes in Cape Cod that they’re worried they might need to sell to pay college tuition since their children won’t qualify for financial aid, which these wealthy doctors seem to think is unfair. Casey rolls her eyes. God forbid they have to give up their third homes.

“Would you like to dance?” Ethan offers, picking up on her desire to flee.

Casey downs the rest of her martini before nodding enthusiastically, gripping Ethan’s arm and standing from the round table.

Ethan draws her to him, resting a hand on her lower back as his other hand grips her’s. They sway to the light jazz playing softly from the stage.

“You look beautiful tonight Cassandra.” Ethan praises.

Casey glances down at the tight-fitting red dress Ethan bought for her. It’s not really her style, and she’d be more comfortable in something looser, with a higher neckline, but the dress does look good on her, which is evident by the way many of the men here are looking at her. Their wives throw disapproving looks in her direction, and she hears one woman whisper loudly that Dr. Ramsey seems to have brought an escort as his date.

Casey looks down at the ground, feeling insulted, but knowing ultimately, it’s not far from the truth.

“Ignore them. They’re just jealous because you’re young and beautiful.” Ethan tries to comfort, drawing her closer and placing a kiss to the top of her head.

Casey grips the lapel of Ethan’s suit, not feeling comforted, but at least Ethan is trying.

The song ends and Ethan takes Casey’s hand. “Another drink?” He asks.

“Yeah, that would be great.” Casey replies, allowing him to pull her toward the open bar in the corner.

She feels Ethan’s hand tense in her’s when they make it to the bar. She glances over his shoulder to see what has upset him.

“Ethan.” A beautiful woman greets, eyes briefly drifting over to Casey. She’s speaking to Casey now, but her eyes return to Ethan. “I don’t think we’ve been introduced.”

Casey smiles, offering her hand for a handshake. “No, we haven’t, but I know who you are Dr. Emery. I’ve followed your work, it’s truly inspiring. A black woman serving as head of surgery, and then chief. Just, wow.” Casey spiels. “Oh, and my name is Cassandra Valentine. I’m in my second year of medical school at Tufts.”

“Second year of medical school? Wow, you’re so young, but already running in these elite circles.” Harper observes, a smile that doesn’t quite meet her eyes aimed at Casey.

“Harper, I didn’t know you’d be here.” Ethan says, his tone almost apologetic as he lets go of Casey’s hand.

Casey decides to make herself scarce, picking up on some unspoken tension between the two doctors that seems to need resolution. Casey excuses herself to the bar, taking a seat on a stool.

“Hi, can I get a glass of sangria please?” Casey orders.

The handsome bartender nods, opening a new bottle of sangria that looks like it was imported from Spain. Casey pulls a 5-dollar bill from her cleavage and drops it in the tip jar. The bartender gives her a grateful nod as he slides her glass over.

Casey turns in the bar stool as she sips on her drink, observing the room. This is one of Casey’s favorite things to do at these fancy parties Ethan drags her to, people watch. Sometimes when she’s out in Boston with Ethan, they’ll guess at each person’s story. He’s surprisingly adept at reading people for a man who definitely prefers as little human interaction as possible.

Casey observes the doctors networking, the largely empty dance floor, and the many doctors sitting at their tables on their phones, looking like they’d rather be anywhere than this gala. She glances at her watch, groaning when she sees it’s only 9:06 pm. How long until she can get out of here?

Ethan slips into the bar stool beside her, ordering a whiskey and slipping a $20 into the tip jar when the bartender turns away. “Sorry about that.” He apologizes, placing a hand on her lower back in a familiar manner.

“So, you and Dr. Harper Emery, huh? Quite the medical power couple. What broke you guys up?” Casey questions.

Ethan bristles, looking like he doesn’t want to tell her. But then he sighs and looks resigned. “She’s my boss now. An administrator. It changed her. It changed us.” He admits.

Casey’s eyebrows furrow. “So, you didn’t like the change in power dynamics?” She clarifies.

“It’s not the power dynamics, not really. It’s the fact that she completely went back on everything she believes in, that she told me she believes in, for a promotion. She’s all about hospital policy now. She doesn’t strive to be innovative, to take risks. That’s not the Harper I knew. Not the one I fell in love with.” Ethan explains.

“Well, sometimes the tried and true method is the best path of action. I’m sure Harper Emery knows when to take risks, versus when to go with the standard.” Casey tries to defend, but she trails off when Ethan frowns at her.

“Hospital standards are seldom the best course of action. You’ll find that out once you start your residency.” Ethan insists.

Casey wants to respond to that, inform Ethan that just because she’s still in school doesn’t mean she’s ignorant about hospital policy, but she’s interrupted when more doctors approach. One of the newcomers claps Ethan heartily on the back.

“Naveen.” Ethan greets, obliging the man with a small smile.

“Ethan! Why didn’t you tell me you would be here?” Dr. Naveen Banerji, another well-known doctor whose work Casey is familiar with, asks.

“I wasn’t planning on being here, but my girlfriend Cassandra was down here so I thought I’d come down and surprise her.” Ethan responds.

Casey flinches at being referred to as Ethan’s girlfriend. She’s Bryce’s girlfriend. She’s simply Ethan’s paid play thing. She hides her initial reaction, determined to continue with the act. She can act like Ethan’s girlfriend for the night if that’s what he wants. She flashes a brilliant smile at Dr. Banerji.

“Nice to meet you Dr. Banerji. Cassandra Valentine, and I’m a big fan of yours. I’m interested in going into Diagnostics myself.”

Dr. Banerji smiles. “We could use you in Diagnostics Cassandra. I can tell that you’re a good judge of character.”

“Diagnostics would also benefit from some more diversity, and I can’t tell what you are exactly, but you’re at least part black, right? So that would be good for black patients. They’d feel like you’re really listening to them, that you care. The diversity angle must have helped you when you applied to Tufts, I heard it was very competitive last year.” A young man around her age interrupts.

Dr. Banerji frowns, glancing at the blonde male. “This is my research assistant, Dr. Landry Olsen. He recently graduated from medical school and started his residency under me.” He explains.

Casey’s blood boils at Landry’s insinuation that she only got into Tufts because she was a minority candidate. Of course, it couldn’t be because of all the studying she did between working several part time jobs in college, or her stellar recommendation letters from professors who saw how talented and passionate she was.

She glances over at Ethan to see if he’s going to defend her, mention all the promise he sees in her, the promise that spurred him to pay for her textbooks and tuition initially. But he’s watching Harper talk to some pharmaceutical reps out of the corner of his eye, seemingly not even listening to the conversation.

She can’t help but compare Ethan’s reaction to how Bryce reacted when a drunk, rude frat boy asked her what she was at a Harvard party he brought her to. It’s not like she’s not used to the question, with her mix of Black, Latina, and some European DNA, but no one had ever stuck up for her before Bryce.

“She’s a who, not a what, asshole.” Bryce replied, taking her hand and gently pulling her away from the questioner.

Bryce was always doing nice things for her, going above and beyond what she expected. He planned an entire romantic Cape Cod weekend for them, and she ditched him to hang out with her sugar daddy who’s clearly still in love with his ex and using her as some kind of more comfortable and powerless replacement.

Casey frowns, glancing down at the floor and wishing for not the first time tonight that she was at dinner with Bryce. Casey turns her attention back to Landry. “And where’d you go to school Dr. Olsen? I assume your parents must have made a large donation to get you in, since I can’t imagine you did well at your alumni interview.” Casey snaps back.

Landry’s jaw drops, and Casey notices Naveen biting back a smile. Ethan still isn’t paying attention.

“Please excuse me.” Casey says, squeezing through Naveen and Landry to return to her table.

“I like that one.” She hears Naveen tell Ethan as she leaves.

She’s alone at the table for several minutes before Ethan returns. He’s brought more drinks, and he nurses a whiskey as he watches Harper for the rest of the evening. Casey isn’t jealous, but she is annoyed. Normally, Ethan would have wanted to leave by now, but he seems determined to watch Dr. Emery all night.

Casey lets out a sigh of relief when Dr. Emery finally slips out of the building with a handsome anesthesiologist around 11 pm. Casey has made all the small talk she can muster, eaten every appetizer, and she’s sleepy drunk at this point. Now they can finally go. Ethan downs the rest of his fifth or sixth whiskey, slamming the glass down on the table when he’s done.

He stands and offers Casey his hand. “Let’s go.” He says shortly.

Casey nods and slides her hand into his, nodding at the doctors still at their table as they excuse themselves. Ethan picked her up in a Dryve ridesharing car, and he orders another one as they wait outside in the crisp Cape Cod Fall air.

Their ride arrives fairly quickly, and they clamor into the back seat. Casey frowns when the driver goes past where she knows she needs to take a right to get back to Bryce.

“Did you set it to go back to where I’m staying with Jackie and Sienna?” Casey questions.

Ethan blinks slowly. She’s never seen him so drunk. “Oh, I forgot. Why don’t you just stay with me in my hotel tonight? I’ll order you another Dryve in the morning.”

Casey frowns. She wants to go talk to Bryce, convince him to continue with their current status quo, tell him that she loves him too, but she can’t give up the lifestyle Ethan provides. But she can’t tell Ethan any of this, so she simply nods.

When Ethan closes his eyes again and starts to nod off, she pulls her phone from her purse and texts Bryce.

‘Hey, I’m still out. Don’t wait up. I’ll be back in the morning before it’s time to drive back to Boston.’ She texts.

She sees that Bryce has read her message, but he doesn’t respond. She frowns, but now is not the time to address that.

The Dryve pulls up to a very nice hotel, and Casey shakes Ethan’s shoulder to wake him from his drunken slumber.

They make their way up to his room. Ethan stumbles with the key card a few times before managing to successfully slide it into the door.

Casey walks into the suite, looking out the floor to ceiling window view of Cape Cod and the bay. It’s stunningly beautiful, but of course she’d expect no less from Ethan. He’s taken her on a couple of vacations before, and he always spares no expenses.

Ethan stumbles over to the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water. “Would you like a glass of water Cassandra?” He asks, and Casey nods gratefully, joining him at the kitchen counter.

She gulps down the water quickly, releasing a happy sigh when she’s done. “What?” Casey questions when she notices the way Ethan is looking at her.

“Do you think Harper is going to sleep with that doctor she left with?” Ethan asks. He’s trying to sound nonchalant, but his feigned disinterest is unconvincing.

Casey shrugs. “If you still love her, you should tell her. She can’t read your mind.”

“I don’t still love her. I have you now. You need me, you let me help, you listen to my advice. Everything is easy with you. Nothing was easy with Harper.”

Casey glances into Ethan’s stormy blue eyes. “Easy isn’t necessarily better.” Casey presses.

“Trust me, it’s better.” Ethan insists, arms going to either side of her, caging her in against the counter. He kisses her sloppily.

Casey turns her head to the side to break the kiss, but Ethan is undeterred, lifting her onto the counter and stepping between her legs. “What are you doing?” Casey asks, attempting to push him off her.

“Don’t you see? I’m not your boss. There are no weird power dynamics like what I have with Harper. So, we can do this. We can do everything.” Ethan explains as he begins to unzip her dress.

Casey pushes him away with more force this time, and he stumbles back, surprised. “No weird power dynamics? You’re literally paying me to pretend to be your girlfriend.” Casey retorts.

Ethan’s eyes narrow. “You’re right. I am paying you. And if you want those payments to continue, I’m going to need more than your companionship and a few kisses here and there.”

“I’m not a prostitute.” Casey counters, eyes narrowing.

“Could have fooled me.” Ethan retaliates. Before she can think better of it, Casey slaps him.

She breathes heavily in the aftermath of the slap, her cheat heaving with rage. “How DARE you. I wanted a mentor. Someone with more experience who knew how to navigate the medical world. You’re the one who turned it into this, and I went along with it because you’re an amazing diagnostician and I thought I needed to stay in your good graces, but fuck you Ethan Ramsey if you think I’m going to sleep with you just so you’ll invite me to these parties where the doctors I’ve studied and respected treat me like I’m an escort and you do absolutely nothing to defend me.”

Ethan scoffs. “So, you’re done? Then I’m done paying for your penthouse apartment, and your tuition.” He threatens.

“Do what you have to do. In your mind you’ve warped this into you being charitable, helping out someone in need, but that’s not what this was. You’re a narcissist who is in the midst of some midlife crisis because your ex-girlfriend is more successful than you, so you had to find someone weaker and try to keep them down so you could maintain the upper footing. Well, I’m done letting you step all over me.”

Casey slips off the counter and slams the door behind her.

It’s raining when Casey makes it to the lobby, so she waits inside for her Dryve, literally shaking with rage. She doesn’t know how she read things with Ethan so wrong. She really never thought he would take it this far. She assumed he had some respect for her, but obviously, she was very wrong. She squeezes her eyes shut, resisting her desire to cry. Bryce was so right about everything.

When her driver finally arrives, she slips into the car and sits in silence, going over the night in her mind, planning her next steps. She’ll need to move. Maybe she’ll see if she can become an RA on campus. The free housing RAs get would be a major perk. The only thing in her future that is clear to her is that she wants to be with Bryce, if he’ll still have her.

When the Dryve pulls up into the driveway of Bryce’s professor’s summer home, Casey quickly runs out and through the rain to the front door. She pounds on the door heavily as she continues to get drenched.

Bryce opens the door, in his pajamas with his hair disheveled from sleep. “Casey? I thought you were staying with Ramsey- “

Casey cuts him off by gripping the front of his pajamas and pulling him down into a passionate kiss. Despite the fact that she’s dripping wet, Bryce pulls her to him anyway, slipping his tongue into her mouth.

“I want you Bryce. Only you.” Casey decides, before kissing him again.

…

Author’s Note: Next chapter will be an epilogue to tie everything up.

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yurtletheturtlehenderson · 5 years

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S.T. REWRITE - S2:E4; Chapter Four, Will the Wise - [Pt. 4 - FINAL PART]

A Will Byers x Reader Series

An ailing Will opens up to Joyce -- with disturbing results. While Hopper digs for the truth, Eleven unearths a surprising discovery. A conflicted Y/n reconciles with Mike amidst the rising panic.

Warnings: Abusive behavior. Racism. Animal death

||3rd Person POV||

Will continued to draw, never faltering. And his movements never slowed.

Several sheets of paper, with similar purple and blue features.

The second he was done, he would swiftly swipe the drawing behind him and it would land on the floor like the others. Not unlike a printer would.

Joyce grabbed a handful and returned through to the living room, where Hop sat, looking at a handful of Will's drawings himself.

"This is more of the same," she said, joining him on the couch.

"Oh, it's nothing. It's just scribbles."

The pages they held before them, as well as the ones still being made in Will's room usually featured a black page with some variant of purple-blue sections. Ranging from corner to corner, corner to side, bottom to side, top to corner and so forth. Some of them were just pure purple and blue.

"Wait," Joyce had caught sight of the drawing Hopper was currently looking at. "Wait."

"What? What?"

"Wait. These black lines, see?"

She held up one of the several drawings she possessed up to Hopper.

Hopper was still confused.

"What?"

The drawing she held matched perfectly with the one in his hands.

"They connect. They connect!"

×××

Hopper had now pushed aside all the furniture in the living room, opening up space for the drawings.

They grabbed more piles and scattered the drawing all over the floor, matching piece after piece.

Finally, the duo stood, marveling at the large intricate design the pictures had made. They were sprawled out all over the room, so much so in fact that they twisted and curled and began creeping up the walls.

"Does this mean anything to you?" Hopper asked.

Joyce scoffed, gesturing to the work before them. "No."

"I mean, is it some kind of maze or a road?" She wondered.

They began wandering around the room, careful as to not step on the drawings.

"I-I mean, it's sort of forking and branching like... like lightning." She gestured to the many twists and turns below her feet.

"You think it's that storm?" He asked, referring to the drawing.

"No, the storm he drew was completely different. He used red." She said, certain about her son's artistic patterns. "And this is all blue and it has some sort of weird dirt color. I mean, maybe it's roots."

"'Cause remember," she continued, lost in thought. "he was saying it was spreading and--"

"killing." He finished. "he said they were killing."

Hopper felt his chest sink at the words. Familiarity tugging at his mind. He hoped he was wrong. But he was almost certain he wasn't.

"Vines." Joyce looked to Hopper just as he retreated to the front door, gathering his things. "He's drawing vines."

×××

The bell rang harshly, signaling the end of the school day. Just as he had hoped, Lucas found Max at her locker.

"Hey, Max. Have you seen Dustin? We're supposed to meet after class."

Max slammed her locker door and stomped away.

Lucas frowned and called after her. He chased her trailed after her, and it wasn't until they reached the steps outside the school that she answered.

"Hey, Max! Hey, where are you going? Come on! We've gotta go look for Dart."

"Yeah, good luck with that." She spits, not looking back.

Max made it to the parking lot when Lucas finally caught back up to her.

"What is wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me?" She scoffed. "What's wrong with you?"

She brushed a stray piece of hair from her eyes angrily as she walked.

"I don't understand!"

Max whirled around on her heels, looking at Lucas for the first time in the conversation.

"No! I don't understand!" She shouted, and Lucas jumped back slightly. "You guys act like you want me to be your friend but then you just treat me like garbage!"

"That's not true!" He said defensively.

She scoffed and nodded.

"Actually, you're right," she smiled, and Lucas briefly relaxed.

Her face quickly hardened once more.

"Y/n hasn't. She's the only one of you jerks that have actually been nice to me. The only one who's making an effort to get me in the party. But, ya know what? Tell her I said thanks but she doesn't have to try anymore. I don't want to be in your stupid party anyway."

Lucas tried to find words but Max stopped him before he cod say anything.

"All you guys do is lock yourselves in the AV room keeping secrets like we're in second grade or something. You know, I thought you actually wanted me in your party."

"I do. But it's..."

"But what?"

He sighed, at a loss for words.

"There... there are just things. Things we can't tell you, all right? For your own safety."

"My own safety?" She repeated, fuming.

"Yes!"

"Because I'm a girl?"

"What? No! Why would you think that? Y/n's in the party."

"Yeah, do you keep secrets from her too? Or El?" She asked, her voice lowered but was still hostile.

Lucas stiffened.

"How do you know about El?"

"Did you?" She pressed.

"That was different. Trust me. Okay? That was just... different."

"Okay. You know what? Forget it. Have a nice life."

Max spun around and stomped away, ignoring his cries if protest.

"You still stink by the way!"

Lucas's heart sank as he watched Max walk away. He frowned and hesitantly brought his sleeve to his nose.

He recoiled at the stench.

"Oh, shit!"

Max set down her skateboard and stepped on. Besides one little push, she let gravity do its work and she steadily rolled down across the parking lot towards her stepbrothers car.

Unbeknownst to her, he had watched the whole exchange.

When she approached the car she hopped off her skateboard and tucked it back under her arm. Billy pushed off from where he was leaning against the hood and he stormed around to the driver's side door.

"That kid you were talking to, who is he?"

"He's no one."

"No one?"

"This kid from class." She replied impatiently.

She got in the passenger side but Billy lingered, glaring at Lucas as he looked in their direction in curiosity.

Billy narrowed his eyes and got in the front seat, slamming the door behind him.

He placed a cigarette between his lips and he lit it. Staring ahead, he took a puff and held it out the window as he rested his arm.

"Why was he talking to you?" He asked lowly.

"It was just about a stupid class assignment." She muttered.

His jaw clenched and he fidgeted with the cigarette at the end of his fingertips.

"Then why are you so upset?"

"I'm not!"

"He causing you trouble?"

"Why do you care?" She snapped, looking at him.

"Because, Max, you're a piece of shit, but we're family now whether we like it or not meaning I'm stuck looking after you."

She rolled her eyes and threw her arms up in a shrug.

"What would I ever do without- Hey!"

Billy grabbed her wrist tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white. She froze in fear and he leaned in, teeth gritted.

"This is serious shit, okay? I'm older than you. And something you learn, is that there are a certain type of people in this world that you stay away from, and that kid, Max..." he tightened his grip on her wrist and tugged on it. "That kid is one of them."

Max tried to pull her arm back but he gave it a shake, his eyes burning holes in hers.

"You stay away from him, you hear me?" He growled. "Stay. Away."

He roughly shoved her arm away and returned to his cigarette, and started the engine.

Max turned to the window in an attempt to hide her tears and quivering lip.

×××

The tires of the chief's car blew sent dirt and dust flying in his tracks. The car bounced as he crossed the end of the dirt road and onto the bumpy field on the pumpkin patch.

He drove to the center of the pumpkin patch wasteland and the car swerved to an urgent stop. Hopper got out of the car and grabbed the shovel he kept in the truck bed and closed the trunk.

He walked through the fields, shovel over his shoulder to the very center of the field. He stopped when he reached the strongest patch of rot and decay, the patch where the most flies occupied.

Where everything had been killed.

Shovel in hand, he threw it into the ground and began his excavation.

×××

El started at the files before her. Familiarity tugged at the back of her mind at the words 'missing experiment'

Curious she opened it.

El frowned as she read, understanding only bits and pieces.

Before her was a collection of papers stapled together that were typed, like it belonged in the folder. On top of that were scraps of paper, one of them was a photocopy of an old news article, a small section of it highlighted, and then several handwritten notes in red ink. It looked like Hopper's handwriting, El thought. There were scribbles of red ink on several pieces of paper, off to the side with several footnotes in different articles

The first thing she examined was a piece of paper from Hopper's notepad, the one, she recognized from the Don't Be Stupid Rules. It was a messy jumble of words like he was trying to get them down on paper before he forgot. They were scribbled quickly and were barely legible.

"Another volunteer pregnant. Either escaped with kid, or escaped and gave birth?? Woman killed, daughter lived (presumably) Somewhere in Hawkins???"

El frowned, reading further, intrigued.

"Hiding?" The word was scratched out with a single line, next to the words, "she wouldn't remember."

Below that was a small bullet point list of the kid's possible traits.

"13/14 y/o female

Orphan?

Adopted?

Living on the streets?"

El's mind snagged on the familiar word, 'adopted'. She remembered when she first heard it, Mike's voice echoed in her mind.

《●●●》

"...It's funny actually, [Y/N] is from Hawkins. Or at least that's where they found her."

"...Dustin was so young he doesn't remember any of it, but I think him and his mom were visiting family here and they just... found her, I think?"

《●●●》

El's' first initial reaction was to dismiss the thought, it couldn't be Y/n. But the doubt vanished almost as soon as it came. Memories of her week with Y/n came flooding back to her mind. Granted, she often dwelled on this week, but this time was different. She looked at moments in a whole new light, and it only made sense that it could be Y/n.

《●●●》

"Oh, he was such a great student. Oh, he's going to leave a hole in the community." A boy farther down the bleachers mocked, beginning to fake sob.

Y/n began shaking, El noticed, facing the boy who spoke, visibly furious. El's eyes fell to Y/n's hands. They were gripping the bench she sat on and El noticed the hot shade of pink her friend's hands were turning.

"[Y/N]!" She heard Lucas whisper, making Y/n look at him.

"What?!" She asked.

El watched curiously as Y/n's eyes fell to her own hands and seemed shocked at their hue. Y/n's mood seemed to change drastically El noted, and then she realized Y/n was looking back at her, slightly panicked and confused. El's eyes fell to Y/n's hands one last time, knowing something peculiar happened that couldn't be easily explained.

It almost reminded her of when she used her powers for the first time...

No. It couldn't be.

She shook her head ever so slightly and remembered the word Y/n had taught her. Looking at the boy that upset Y/n, she repeated it back to her.

"Mouth breather."

Much to El's excitement, Y/n chuckled slightly and smiled at El, seeming to feel slightly better.

"Yeah." Y/n nodded. "Yeah, mouth breather."

《●●●》

El thought about that moment a lot. Y/n had always shown that she cared about her, and was truly the first real friend she ever had, besides Mike of course. But she always felt close to Y/n in a different way. A way she couldn't really explain. And she felt truly happy and proud to be the one to make her friend feel better in that moment.

It was no big feat, but to El, it meant a lot.

The only thing that came to mind to explain how she saw Y/n, was another word she had learned from Mike.

Sister.

But she supposed that's why she often overlooked the odd moment with the bench and her red hands.

Then, of course, there was that moment at the school, minutes before she said her goodbye.

It was very hazy though, and she could only remember bits and pieces. After all, she was fighting consciousness when it happened.

El never really understood how she was rescued from Papa that night.

But she did remember being knocked back slightly. And how all the bad men had been standing around her, holding her friends hostage, and then the next thing she knew everyone was on the ground. And a sense of warmth in between. She had still been awfully cold from the bath, her clothes were still slightly damp, but in between consciousness she felt a small and brief burst of warmth. She remembered thinking it felt nice on the still damp and cold dress she wore.

El realized she never really stopped to think about how they escaped. Especially when she hadn't done anything, that she could recall of course, besides getting rid of the woman that killed the nice man who fed her. And the guards with her.

Then Papa showed up. And she called out to Mike. And then the warmth.

As El dwelled on the memory more, she remembered something she didn't before. Something that was said after the warmth.

"'Surprise'" El repeated her voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n. It must have been. Y/n must be the missing experiment, she realized.

It only made sense.

She remembered how tired Y/n had been after they escaped Papa. She must drain easily like she does.

And she must have done something when they got briefly separated when they were all fleeing from the vans. That would explain why Y/n passed out.

But had known? She must not have, El thought, because she was almost certain that Y/n would have told her.

El realized she had been rereading the same sentence over and over again this whole time, as she considered these things.

Shaking her head slightly, she focused all her attention on the words once more, trying to make sense of what they meant.

It was a single sentence at the bottom of the same notepaper, in quotation marks. It was a quote.

"This baby was supposed to have some sorta,"

The words she read next, made her shiver. She couldn't quite say why, but she knew it was important.

Familiar.

"untapped potential for the greater good"

Maybe it had been one of the many things Papa and said to her to get her to work harder.

How she could be just what he was missing.

No, no that wasn't it. How she was what he had to work with.

'She would be enough.'

'They didn't need the other one.'

'Eleven had her potential.'

El hadn't realized her eyes were watering until she noticed she could barely make out the words anymore. Her vision was blurring.

Was Y/n the one Papa had been whispering about all this time when he thought she couldn't hear?

She sighed heavily, setting down the file folder down in her lap.

El looked around the room, steadying her breathing. Her eyes fell on a pinkish-red folder than sat in the box.

She set the missing experiment files down next to her, and picked up the new folder.

El realized her knees were aching so she rose to her feet, taking a seat on the couch.

"Ives. Terry." She read aloud.

She recognized the name from the small mention in the other folder. Curious, she opened it.

Not unlike the other folder, it was an organized mess of articles and files. The first one she read was in big letters and it caught her eye first.

"INDIANA WOMAN SUES D.O.A. CLAIMS CHILD WAS STOLEN"

She looked to the picture below it, and her heart ached thumped. She had no memory of ever seeing this woman but for some reason she felt like she knew her.

She turned the pages over, and found another article.

"DAUGHTER JANE TAKEN WHEN SHE WAS A BABY, IVES CLAIMS."

"Jane," she whispered.

El noticed a small handful of things, too short to be pinned in like the others, and was paper clipped to the side.

"CHILD ABDUCTIONS AGAINST HAWKINS LAB THROWN OUT."

and

"TERRY IVES SUING - 'They Took My Daughter' By Benjamin Buck"

A specific passage from this article had been highlighted and underlined more than once, like Hopper had looked over it several times.

"Ms. Ives suit seeks unspecified damages against Dr. Brenner and his facility, alleging physical abuse, sleep deprivation, malnourishment, and multiple allegations of kidnapping both attempted and successful..."

Next to it was another note from Hopper.

A question of his had been crossed out, and statement was written beside it, as if he answered it.

"Attempted and successful? 'Attempted' must be missing experiment."

El was about to flip the page when she noticed a small corner peeking out from under those two articles. Placing one hand on the files, she grabbed the corner with the other to find a photo.

It was a photo outside Hawkins Lab, of Terry and next to her was,

"Papa," she whispered in slight fear.

Eli suspected who the woman was, but something in her needed to know for sure.

She could contact her.

No, the TV was still broken. But the radio wasn't, El realized.

With picture still firmly in her hand, El grabbed the radio from the bookshelf and her blindfold before returning to her spot near the files.

She knelt down on the floor where she left the missing experiment folder and turned on the radio, switching through all the channels until she finally heard the static she was hoping to find. El placed the radio on the floor next to her and secured the blindfold over her eyes. Holding the photo tight in her hands and bringing it up to her heart she searched.

She was back in the familiar void. She saw a woman in a rocking chair, facing away from her. El couldn't see her face but it looked like the woman from the photo.

She was muttering something El couldn't quite decipher until she walked closer.

"Three to the right. Four to the left."

El had reached the woman she believed to be her mother, her heart pounding. She walked around the chair to see the same woman, but older, aged by time and trauma.

Her eyes were closed, but she was still mumbling passionately as she rocked slightly back and forth in the chair.

"Rainbow. Three to the right. Four to the left."

El was standing in front of her now, watching her with worry and confusion.

"Rainbow. Three to the right. Four to the left. Four-fifty..."

Her eyes ripped open and she looked at El lovingly.

"Jane,"

It was her. All the doubts she bad washed away and she looked at her mother.

"Mama?"

She stepped forward, leaning down ever so slightly. She extended her hand out to her mother, her mother's finger twitching slightly as if she were trying to reach out to her daughter.

El placed her palm on her mother's hand, having given her nothing more than a loving squeeze when suddenly her mother disappeared under her very fingertips.

El breathing picked up and she looked around frantically, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Mama!"

She grasped feverishly thought the air, where her mother once was, watching the dying smoke of her image escape from her grasp.

"Mama?" She wailed.

She dropped to her knees in defeat, sobs wracking her body. Back in the living room of the cabin, El cried out still clutching the photograph.

"Mama! Mama!" El shrieked, pain enveloping her heart.

She ripped the blindfold off her eyes and she felt her upper lip grow wet from the blood mixing in with her snot, tears staining her cheeks.

"Mama..." she sobbed as if by some miracle her mother would hear her cries and come for her, comfort her.

She was told her mother was gone. Hopper had told her that. And there her mother was, alive, somewhere out there.

And just like that, she was gone again.

El collapsed in on herself, holding her own head in her hands as she wept.

||Reader's POV||

The trip to Will's felt like hours, but eventually, we rounded the corner and found ourselves on Will's lawn. Mike and I ditched out bikes and ran up the porch steps. Both of us were still panting from our ride over here, we went as fast as we could.

I knocked on the door quietly but urgently, and waited. That was until, Mike sighed growing impatient and pounded on the door a little harder.

"Hello?" He called.

"Will? Mrs. Byers?" I added.

I heard muffled footsteps and then the deadbolt unlocking.

Mrs. Byers peeked her head out, reluctant to show any more than her own frame.

"Hey,"

"Hey, Y/n, hi Mike" She eased.

"Mrs. Byers, we don't mean to intrude but is Will here? We were hoping to ask to him, see if he's okay."

She looked over her shoulder, growing antsy.

"You know what? Now is not really a good time,"

Mike beat me to it.

"Is he okay?"

She sighed, looking over her shoulder briefly once more, and stepped out onto the porch with us. She closed the door behind her.

"Yeah. You know, he's... he's just not feeling real well."

She kept walking, putting a gentle hand on either one of us, politely ushering us away.

"He's lying down, so I'll tell him you two stopped by, okay?"

She gave us a polite smile and retreated to the door.

I didn't bother to stop myself from what I said next.

"We know about the shadow monster."

She turned to look at me, worry and recognition flashed across her face.

"Will saw him, didn't he?"

||3rd Person POV||

"Mew-Mew! Where are you? Mew-Mew!"

Mrs. Henderson poured out her cat's dinner in the usual bowl, just as her son walked in the front door.

"Hey, Dusty!

"Hi, hey. Hey, mom." Dustin spoke quickly, his movements just as quick.

He was anxious to get to his room and check on Dart.

Mrs. Henderson frowned and straightened up.

"Everything okay, Dusty? Where's your sister?"

"Oh, uh, yeah she's hanging out with Mike and Will. Everything's fine" He said quickly.

He slipped past his mother and into his room. He closed the door and locked it behind him, making his way to the terrarium and shedding his hat and backpack on the bed.

"Dart, I've gotta talk to you, buddy. It's about my friend, Will. I think-"

He ripped off the pink sheet and his stomach dropped.

The glass was broken and slime was everywhere. It was a pale olive green and it dripped from the remaining shards of glass and all over the sand.

And exactly where Dustin had left him, was what looked like a thick, slimy sheen of green film.

Hesitantly, Dustin picked it up to examine it, and he cringed in disgust.

"What the hell?" He whispered, horrified.

Dart had shed his skin.

Dustin jumped in fright and whipped around when he heard a deeper but familiar screech come from the opposite end of his room. Behind his chair.

"Dart?" He said.

Dustin heard a horrible squelching noise, followed by grunting.

His heart pounded loudly in his chest and slowly he crept forward slowly.

His eyes fell to his rug and he noticed a trail of shredded pieces of skin. These pieces were much darker, almost black, and they looked less smooth.

Dustin still heard grunting and growling from behind his chair and he gulped as the trail of skin turned into streaks of blood. It was stained into his carpet and up his chair.

He heard a sickening crunch as he approached the corner, what he found behind the bloodied chair made him gasp in horror.

A dark green slimy creature on four legs hungrily and viciously attacking the lifeless and bloodied body of Mews.

Dart looked up from his meal and faced a horrified Dustin, his long slimy tail flicking back and forth. He roared, causing his head to open up, hundreds of bloodied teeth showing as any other Demogorgon would.

×××

Dusk had fallen over Hawkins, and Hopper panted heavily as he dug. He had been digging all day and it was growing harder to see. The horizon was now a soft lilac bleeding into a darker shade of blue.

His limbs ached but he never yielded, striking the shovel in the dirt for the thousandth time. He had dug a miniature crater that he now stood in, the dirt and untouched ground around him reaching the top of his hat.

Dirt flew over his shoulder and landed in the many mini hills of dirt that had formed around the edge of the crater.

Panting, he threw his shovel into the first once more, and just as he was about to give in to the doubt that he dug in the wrong place, he felt the shovel slow and heard an odd squelch.

His hopes rising, he swallowed his exhaustion as best as he could and dug faster. He held the shovel in the air, before heaving it into the ground with a forceful grunt.

He felt the shovel break the oddly thick wall and pulled the shovel back up with all his strength. He heard the substance rip and tear as it broke and it was soon followed by a sharp hiss as air escaped from the opening. A hiss reminding him of a hiss of compressed air leaving a can of beer.

A small hole formed as dirt filtered through the hole he had created.

He brought the shovel up once more and slammed into the ground. He heard it bubble as he prodded the ground. He cringed at the smell that wafted into his face and chunks of the ground came up with the shovel.

Hopper paused and looked on, mystified and concerned.

He didn't know what he would find below his feet and the thought scared him now. Nevertheless, he dug a hole big enough to fit through and he lowered himself into the ground.

He planted his feet on the ground and caught his breath. Flashlight in hand he looked at his surroundings. He was in a dark tunnel and familiar flakes of dead earth floating in the air.

"Oh, Jesus,"

It was the same purple-blue tunnels from Will's drawings.

Tunnels from the Upside Down.

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I’ve just finished Hearts of Stone for the first time (I got the expansion packs last birthday, thanks Ma), and cor, I’m... still a bit dazed. That was one of the best experiences I’ve had with a game for a long time. Heck, in some games that would’ve been the main campaign. It truly feels like a work of passion.

The negative, to get it over with

I had some issues with the portrayal of the Ofieri. The people we see are monsters, mages, mystics and enemy guards. The first Ofieri person you meet is... a toad monster you kill. And then the next ones are your jailers.

And you might say that Temeria and Redania are full of yokel stereotypes - I mean, the “How often should I beat my wife?” NPC line is a clear nod to that kinda thing - and plays on Slavic mythology, folk tales, and fairy tales, and Ofier is the nod to the Arabian Nights... but we don’t get many Ofieri characters, nor clear examinations of those tales. Instead we’re quietly directed back to Robin Hood and Beauty and the Beast homages (which I adore, but). And one of the first introductions you get to their pseudo-Arabic language (which doesn’t feel as researched as Sapkowksi’s cod-Welsh Elven, but I don’t know about Nilfgaard’s language) is a Redanian guy calling it “gargling.” *wince* After the interesting, often nuanced takes on pseudo-Slavic culture and the fantasy non-human racism, I found that a bit frustrating.

And yet... In some ways, it feels like CDPR were aware of this. Because you don’t actually have to kill the rest of the Ofieri guards, and then the next people you meet from Ofier are scholars and thoroughly nice dudes. (And... merchants, which is another stereotype on its own, but maybe I’m reading too much into that and reading British biases into it.) And gosh, I find it interesting what little we see of Ofieri scholarship and spirituality, and runeworking/smithing as prayer. It’s like a mix of Islamic Golden Age mathematics - but with languages instead - and humanism, maybe with some Pagan influences. It’s really, really beautiful, and it’s clearly had some thought put into it. Also interesting is the interlinked duchies/city-states sort of system that the merchant nods at, which I’d love to know more about.

OK, so... maybe this is easy for me to say as an English lass who looks like a flour explosion in a snowstorm, but it feels wonky (to say the least), but... not ill-intentioned. If anything, the portrayal of the Ofieri is rather less biting than portrayals of other countries, though those portrayals also feel less.. loaded. I’m not sure what to think, to be honest. I had some issues with how strongly the pack tries to force you into romance with Shani and makes it a bit all-or-nothing. I wish I’d been able to buy her a drink or give her a nice rowan garland (actually, seriously, I need to draw her in that flower crown, it’s lovely and she was adorable) even as a friend, as a way to say goodbye, rather than just... buggering off and leaving her there sad, and failing a side quest to boot. Framing the romance that way made it very clear that “oi, you’ve made the wrong choice,” even if you had your reasons. And when you talk to her later, it’ll still treat things like you romanced her.

The Order of the Flaming Rose didn’t do much. Yay, fancy bandits. But... thanks for the armour, guys? Made a fair bit of cash off that, nice of you.

The positive (my favourite bit)

Shani! I haven’t played the first game or the second (I’ll... get there), so I hadn’t met her before. She’s wonderful. And much as I love Yen - and stayed faithful to her, though I was sitting there thinking, “Would books Geralt do this? I’m really not sure” - I liked how in contrast, Shani often gets into the thick of it with you. I also love a) doctor characters b) characters who put their calling above all else and have such strong purpose. She’s kind and wry and I was seriously tempted to romance her. I also like her admitting that it was a “make the most of the time we have” thing, and that it probably wouldn’t work long-term. I appreciate that honesty and again, that sense of purpose. Much like Triss, she’s not dropping everything for Geralt, who has his own crazy timetable and travels to deal with. That straightforwardness is lovely.

And also... god, I really like her friendship with Geralt. Even if you don’t romance her, they’re so comfortable with each other, and it’s so clear how happy he is to see her. They relax around each other and she knows how to gently poke fun. Seriously, I can see why people liked her and wanted her back.

“And now I have nowt.” Bloody hell, is Olgierd von Everec actually written with Northern dialect as well as voiced with the accent? Is the dashing rogue... Yorkshire-accented? God, they must be Polish, Northerners almost never get to be upper-class or smooth in British media. (Even Sean Bean had to go posher for GoldenEye.) Nice to hear the language spoken properly. I always admire the localisation when I’m playing Wild Hunt; it’s beautifully thought-out and detailed. And yes, Von Everec was an absolute jerk in a lot of ways even before the wish, but... a well-written, nuanced one. Also, considering some of the lasses we see in Skellige: sometime, I’d really like to have seen a female character along similar lines somewhere (one Geralt couldn’t bonk), though I know that won’t happen. (No more Geralt games. ;_; )

“A man must have some moments of madness from time to time. Tells him he’s alive.”

Iris! Goodness, I hesitated for nearly ten minutes over That Decision, and I still feel sad for her typing this post up on my couch, having finished the expansion an hour ago. I think it adds even more that I’d purchased “Starry Night Over the Pontar River” by Van Rogh (I can’t believe they even did that). I played Geralt as genuinely loving her paintings. (And seriously, speaking of assets, that Iris/Olgierd marriage portrait is lovely.) She was as complicated as her husband, though she got less screentime - and some part of me would have gladly trapped Olgierd in a painting and brought her back into the world, but I also know that necromancy in The Witcher doesn’t work like that. A very romantic-fairy-tale take on the tortured artist trope.

I even found Vlodimir interesting. I was glad that Shani called him on what was basically fancy sexual harassment and told him to keep his hands to himself, and he was clearly a real shite in life, but... yeah, even I felt rather sad for him after the dressing-down he got from O’Dimm. And to be honest, he does have some bloody hilarious lines. This series excels in “likeable bastard” characters.

I get shades! And I’ve been going round with the Mastercrafted Wolven Armour and those, doing the look I fondly call Douchebag Geralt, ever since. CDPR’s nerdery. It wasn’t particularly immersion-breaking, and it made me cackle. “Merchant With A Pearl Earring”? “Witness me”? “Geralt: The Professional”? “The Professor’s Glasses”?

All the optional NPC dialogue. You can doom yourself by not researching enough. You can never find the runewright. You can miss half the wedding party dialogue. You can miss things like the Van Rogh painting and the sad, rather interesting story of Vesemir and his lover (and the Viper Armour!). The game always rewards you for being interested in the story, and thorough (you are playing a detective, after all), but because it was smaller, they’ve also made HoS so dense and all that’s here in abundance.

“Delight in the world and all its glorious creations.”

The furious pace. It’s a rollicking, rip-roaring adventure. A frog prince! An old friend/lover! A political plot! A storm! A deal with... something not-good that may or may not be The Devil! A shirtless tied-up action-movie fight with five dudes! Dueling a reluctant immortal! Characters from distant shores! A horse race through the streets of a village! A Guy Ritchie-esque heist movie nod to Robin Hood! Getting possessed by a ghost and sitcom/rom-com hijinks while fishing for boots, herding swine, and retrieving fire-eaters! Haunted mansions and tortured artists and interesting grief and depression metaphors! A Seventh Seal-esque game of wits with something very old and very unkind! O’Dimm promised a big adventure... he wasn’t wrong. And it probably sounds like they’re throwing shit at the wall to see what sticks... and yet, it all makes sense and ties in beautifully. It’s really well-written and thought-out, and balances a touching story with CDPR clearly wanting to give you your money’s worth and take you on the best journey they can.

Gaunter O’Dimm. The one thing I did think was that they’d be more vague about who/what he actually was. I was surprised at the more overt things like the crossroads deal, and the Oxenfurt scholar. But I immensely enjoyed his character, and that trippy finale was fantastic, even if I spent everything after the first second or so muttering, “It’s a REFLECTION, oh my god Gaunter you have commitment to your theme, please let there be a mirror in the house.” (And it’s also kind of perfect that one of the main spectres who attacks you in his realm is a Hym. Punishment for misdeeds, the guilty conscience... I’m seeing a theme here.)

Treasure hunts and new armour.

“Like your new gear, Roach?” We got to see a bit more of Geralt's fondness for this Roach (not sure what number she is, to be honest) and that he treats her well.

Lots of quiet but intense, lovely Geralt moments. The kindness with which he treats Shani, and his quiet, wry joking around with her in comparison to Vlodimir’s crudeness; the fondness and understated grief with which he speaks of Vesemir, and finally getting to hear a bit more of what he thinks about his mentor; the guilt he feels over being pulled here, there and everywhere on adventures and how many people he’s left behind; more stuff on “Witchers are heartless bastards because mutations” and how untrue that actually is; his steadfastness about trying to avoid bloodshed in the heist; how he doesn’t like to see Vlodimir tortured, even if he is... Vlodimir. Course, I play Geralt as a (pragmatic, blunt) goody-two-shoes, so it might be different if you play him bloodthirstier, but there were some lovely not-blank-slate-protag moments. CDPR get that the characters are why people come to the games; I adore playing a game where “go to a wedding reception” and “have a snowball fight with your daughter to cheer her up” are missions.

I’d be interested to see anyone’s takes on this pack, because I was so busy trying to avoid spoilers when it came out (and I think I might have been knee-deep in Fallout 4? Not sure) that I missed most of the stuff on it. But it was full of fascinating characters, wonderful performances, some really sad, achey complex themes, and pulpy adventure. I spent... too many moments trying not to cackle in joy. And much as I tried to be a completionist and do base-game sidequests remaining after the main story and drag it out over several days, I spent enough time on this expansion that Geralt’s beard grew back and my backside went numb. So. Even with its imperfections, probably one of my favourite gaming experiences of all time. So.

...God, and there’s another, slightly bigger expansion to go. I’m not sure I’ll survive.

#tru plays the witcher #hearts of stone #the witcher #the witcher 3 #long post

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@blacktofade was talking about a sugar daddy au and uh, i couldn’t help myself so here

also this is dedicated to @pinkbergara and @yourlocalshaniac

Ryan Bergara sat, slumped over, at UCLA’s library computer, eyes widen in shock.

No way. No fucking way.

He blinked, hoping his brain, still weary from moving into the dorm, was just tricking him.

There, on the screen displaying his bank account information, still sat the total: -489.73.

Fuck.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” Ryan bemoaned, shoving another spoonful of stolen Rocky Road ice cream into his mouth.

Kelsey, the owner of said ice cream, had her eyes trained on the TV screen. If Ryan didn’t know her better, he’d probably be irritated that she wasn’t listening.

Thankfully, he did know her, and she was listening. She was just hyper focused on winning this COD match (which he totally gets). He was in her apartment, laying on the couch and mourning his debt-free life. His feet rested in her lap, as she sat cross-legged at the other end.

“I’d apply for another loan, but it takes forever to get them approved and I��ll be over-drafted while the bank figures it out,” he sighed, brows furrowed in thought. “And I don’t really want to sell my soul for school. Not to mention I’ve just spent the whole summer trying to pay off my first loan... and I had money saved up for that from high school.” Which was completely drained first semester. “Holy shit-”

Ryan suddenly sat up, almost knocking the ice cream off his chest. He grabbed the gallon before it could, but the panicked look in his eyes didn’t disappear. “Holy shit, Kelsey, what the fuck am I gonna do for food? I only paid for my books! I still haven’t paid for tuition or my dorm or-”

Right then, the noise signaling the end of a match played, and Ryan glanced over to see the yellow line highlighting Kelsey’s name at the top of the list.

His leg was pat and he looked back to see Kelsey giving him a sympathetic look. “We’ve all been there,” she said, “I had to ask my mom for food halfway through the first semester. You can eat at my place while you figure it out!” Kelsey gave him a sweet smile and Ryan felt very, very guilty all of a sudden, stirring the melted remnants of ice cream left in the gallon.

He knew she was struggling to pay her tuition as well and she had worse luck than he did. She had to get an apartment this semester because dorms were full. She had to get a roommate because an apartment located close to campus in LA cost an arm and a leg. And then the whole food thing... Here he was complaining about his life when she had it much, much harder.

“No, Kelse, I couldn’t do that.”

“What? Why not? Listen, we broke-ass college students gotta stick together.”

God, she was always so optimistic. Ryan admired her for that. When he heard about her not getting a dorm, she just smiled and said, “It’ll be cool to live in the city! Maybe I’ll find some fun places! Ooh! And I’ll have better Wi-Fi!”

When she was looking for a roommate, she was so excited, mentioning that she “couldn’t wait to meet a cool new friend!”

Kelsey was the strongest person he knew and he worked at LA Fitness IN L.A.

“I just feel bad about it, because I know you’re struggling too.”

“Hey, I’ll be just as poor if you come over and eat a sandwich with me once in a while.” She shrugged. “I’d rather be poor and have good company than rich and be surrounded by people I hate.”

Ryan laughed, “You romantic fucking English major.”

Kelsey said nothing in response, just gave the widest grin that Ryan had ever seen.

“Come on,” she said, pushing Ryan’s feet off her lap and reaching forward to grab another controller. She handed it to Ryan, “Play some COD with me. I’ll give you something to really cry about!”

More than a dozen lost matches later (hey, Ryan was a NBA guy), Kelsey and Ryan were dancing in the kitchen to some stupid meme song that was in Kelsey’s playlist, laughing like manics. They had abandoned COD a while ago, deciding to finally listen to their rumbling tummies and making cheap ramen, lovingly flavored with the spiciest hot sauce they could find in the house.

Despite the music being loud enough to probably annoy Kelsey’s neighbors, it wasn’t loud enough to drown out the door hitting the wall.

Kelsey’s roommate was home.

“Sara!” Kelsey greeted, spinning around immediately. There, by the door, a paint-covered woman, with curly brown and eyes that gleamed impishly. Kelsey, once again, had a wild grin on her face, one that both of her friends knew said mischief. “Show us your moves!”

Sara, despite looking a bit ragged, smiled her own grin. She watched Kelsey show off her own moves for a minute, grin just growing wider and wider, before it finally broke. She laughed, as she dropping her canvas bag by the door and kicking off her shoes. Then, she was boogieing her way over to Kelsey and Ryan, doing some cheesy disco move that had Ryan doubled over and laughing and Kelsey imitating it (again, fucking romantic, cheesy English major).

As much bad luck as Kelsey had, she had just the same amount of good luck. It was like a scale; every once in a while, one side (usually the bad luck side) got a pinch more, tipping her luck that way before the other side got a pinch more and so on.

Ryan remembers the day Kelsey was interviewing roommates. He’s sure his whole class did too, because his phone was going off non-stop during a movie they were analyzing and despite being on silent and flipped over, it kept lighting up the room because Kelsey could not stop raving about this one woman she interviewed -- which, of course, was the lovely Sara. Kelsey was head over heels for Sara from the minute they met.

Sara was a Art major and, apparently, her and Kelsey had SO much chemistry that Kelsey HAD to choose Sara.

(It was true, though. Kelsey would write something for her class and it would inspire art-blocked Sara to draw something for her class and vice versa. Kelsey was bad at cleaning and good at cooking where Sara burnt water and was basically Marie Kondo. They both loved playing video games -- they both played DPS and had a fun time creating chaos in game. Ryan would call them soulmates, but Kelsey got too embarrassed whenever he said that, so he gave her a little bit of mercy and usually kept that to himself.)

“What is going on?” Sara shouts. She does a twirl to the beat and then holds her arm up for Kelsey, signaling her to grab her hand and twirl underneath it.

“Ryan’s in debt and his life is over!” Kelsey jokes, shouting over the music. Ryan distantly remembers the time Sara’s last class gets out -- 9:30 -- and wonders if they should turn down the music. “So we’re having a Dia De Los Muertos inspired funeral for him!” She lets go of Sara’s hand and just dances in her space. Sara does not seem to mind the close proximity at all.

“Oh shit!” Sara responds, “That fucking sucks, dude!”

“Yeah! He can’t even buy food!”

Sara glances over at Ryan, who is currently doing some shitty version of the cha-cha. “Really?” Kelsey nods and even though it looks like she’s nodding with the beat, Sara knows her better. They twirl opposite directions, almost looking choreographed, and when they come back together, Sara has a look on her face, head tilted and smile tight.

“What is it?” Kelsey asks and Sara holds up a finger. She twirls away again, this time, going farther and farther until she reaches Kelsey’s phone on the island of the kitchen.

Stopping the music (which Kelsey’s neighbors are probably thankful for), she spins around to give the two confused faces a bright smile. “I know how Ryan -- and us, of course -- can score some free food, if you’re up to it.”

Kelsey’s face lights up, “I love free food!”

“Didn’t we just eat?” Ryan says, he’s smiling though, because his grumbling tummy agrees with Kelsey. Hey, he’s a man who works out and has a high metabolism... and he’s “growing.” He’s always hungry.

And Kelsey... well, she’s Kelsey.

“So... how are we doing this?” Ryan says, with a lopsided smile. Ryan realizes how much they look like a pack of gremlins up to no good -- which they kinda are. Suddenly, the whole “I’m in horrible debt” thing isn’t looming over this day and he realizes that Kelsey was right -- it’s hard to be miserable in like-minded company.

“So,” Sara starts, using a voice that sounds like she’s giving Kelsey and Ryan an inside scoop. Ryan now pictures them as a group of spies, preparing to infiltrate an important ball. The two in question lean in, despite them being the only people in the house, and Sara continues, “So, in Art History today, we were learning about some art that was painted by people who were. Fucked. Up. Like they were drinking absinthe and doing coke -- I was joking with my friend, Keith, telling him how they must’ve been some WILD partiers and how it put me in a partying mood. And he told me that he and his little crew were going to this party at this bar on 6th street. And, this is the best part-”

Sara look back and forth between Ryan and Kelsey, excitedly. “Eugene was the one who got invited, so you KNOW it’s gonna be full of people who got that mun-nay! We should hit it up and see if anyone will buy us drinks and food and stuff!”

“Hell yeah!” Kelsey exclaims, “Mooching off the rich for the win! Down with capitalism!”

“You got that right!” Sara says, “Mooch the rich!”

“Mooch the rich!” Ryan agrees. He throws his fist in the air like some French revolutionary and the look of excitement that appears on Kelsey’s face is so funny, he can’t help wheezing at it.

Kelsey and Sara carry on without him, shouting “MOOCH THE RICH!” and pounding their fists in the air, getting louder and louder with each shout.

Ryan’s tearing up from laughing so hard now, because holy shit, Kelsey’s neighbors are gonna think they’re some sort of anarchist cult doing weird cult stuff behind loud music and are Sara and Kelsey doing a picket circle in the kitchen now??

-- fuck, Ryan loves his friends.

#shyan #skeptic believer #sugar daddy!AU #sugar daddy!shane #lynn writes #i feel ryan in this fic #WHOA this got long #sorry #they'll probably be more #sometime...#I ALMOST DELETED THE ENTIRE THING AND I WAS SO SCARED OMG #okay #i've decided this will be part one bc it is entirely too long so ryan will go to the party #NEXT TIME ON DRAGON BALL Z- I MEAN SKEPTIC BELIEVER INC

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