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mazuwii · 3 years

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Getting Lost with the AOT characters!

Levi:

-I think it's fairly obvious he's going to stay silent and tell you to shut up everytime you try saying something because he knows you're clueless

-he's just flipping the map upside down, right side up, to the left to the right

-you will get back and it won't be because of the map, you two agree to stalk a bird out of the forest😭😭😭

Eren:

-he gets so frustrated. He has no idea how he got it wrong, he's retracing his steps and can't remember crap

-even though you're panicking yourself you have to remain calm because of how this boy sounds. He sounds like he's on the verge of getting electrocuted

-The whole time he's demanding you follow him because his memory is good and you just threaten to knock him out and carry him.

Bertholdt:

-he's somehow good at it, like he's been in the forest so many times that he knows it like the back of his hand

-since it's getting dark he smiles reassuringly and holds your hand so you don't lose him

-Okay but you two heard russling in the bushes and found two squirrels having seggs 💀that scared you more than the monster you were expecting

-sorry that headcannon was out of NOWHERE

Reiner:

-he's brave and shit until it's dark and gloomy and you two are in the middle of nowhere

-He BAWLS the moment he realises his phone has no signal so calling anyone is not possible

-is clinging onto your hand and denies it when you ask if he's still crying.

-at one point he thought he saw a ghost so he threw you over his shoulder and DARTED aimlessly while you wailed at the top of your lungs

Jean:

-he carries a compass around with him 100%, is jokingly trying to scare you with myths

-I personally think you guys would get lost for the day and since it's night time you can't see anything so at that point he starts a fire and you both continue your journey in the morning

-turns out the exit was right in front of you but you know our baby horse💀 always a dunce

Armin:

-he wouldn't cry or panic he would probably stand still and try to come up with a logical plan

-he most likely would help you climb up a tree to see how far away from the entrance of the forest you guys are

-I mean if it begins to get dark he can get very pale and paranoid, like the man kept walking into trees

-reminds you every 2 seconds that he's got you

Erwin:

-He's been keeping track of everything there's no way you could get lost

-he remembers things the old way, like a child. Something like:a red musbroom, then a tree stump, bridge, etc.

-NOTHING scares him, there could be a tiger inside that shit ass forest and he'd just 👁👁 hello

Zeke:

-he insists on climbing somewhere high to see everything beneath him, like you can't climb so you waited for him on the ground

-monkey man- He just needs his hands to climb, nothing else

-you did trip and hurt your knee so you got a piggyback ride on the monke man.

-you get back home faster than expected

Porco:

-Not good to get lost with him, he gets so frustrated. He's so mad that he crumples the map and you just deadpan because it's the last piece of info that can save you

-Get a load of shit with you if you go hiking with him because there's a 90% chance you'll get lost and he'll either blame it on himself or rage like an animal

-at some point your friends find you because it had been too long and Porco just goes "Fucking finally" with his arms raised completely💀

Hange:

-She doesn't give a fuck LMAO

-"Hey um, honey... we're lost..." you say, staring at the map as if it were an alien language. She stops her staring contest with the wood pecker and turns to you with an amused look. "Are we now?" She hums, returning her gaze back to the animal hidden within the shadow of the towering trees.

-Like I said, she can survive up to 3 months in the wild by herself

-Let's just say sometimes it's quick, other times you get Erwin and Levi to try and find you

Pieck:

-She sounds like a middle school teacher 💀 "Oh deary me... we're lost." She taps her chin and looks around in thought.

-I imagine you'd be the calmer person in the relationship but you'd lose your shit in this scenario

-She's just stroking your head while you have a full on panic attack, chuckling about how much you're overreacting and how the both of you will find your way back

Mikasa:

-She's 100% the best person to get lost with

-Like Hange, strong and intelligent enough to survive in the wild but she'd rather not live like that and find a way out

-Tells you to stay behind her incase anything creeps up

-her words are so reassuring and true. Like if she says 'we'll make it out of here' she ain't playin

-Miss gurl here wouldnt sit her ass still SHES SEARCHIN THE WHOLE DAY

Mike:

-Is rambling on how he's an expert on hikes and how he would never ever get lost.

-Chill we get it just find a way out😩

-He did make notes on what he saw on the way so that slightly helps but Mike seems like the type of person to move away from the exit by accident without even realising💀

-you could be telling him how the both of you are going to a different location and he just tells you to 'trust the process'

Sasha:

-you're terrified, she'd eat anything she deems edible tbh

-because you don't want that happening you both try to find your way back using the map yet you still fail

-However when she takes control of it, she begins to pull out knowledge that you never knew she had

-she's pretty fast at navigating her way back and protects both you and her surprisingly well

Annie:

-curses under her breath and begins to try and remember her steps, will probably tell you to shut up even if you aren't saying anything

-like she's even scaring feral animals away from you guys💀

-eventually it's almost night time and she lets it out by wailing 'DAMN IT' at the top of her lungs with birds flying out of trees💀

-her last resort is to just keep walking even if it's almost nightime and thankfully you somehow make it out together

Kenny:

-He's making weird noises as supposed to groaning, realising you're both stuck in this shit ass forest

-I can tell you, he runs so that he can find the way out before night and worst part is he grabs your hand so you're just dying from the amount of sprinting he does

-He assumes everything is there to attack you both, a cat popping out of a bush? He wrapped his arms around you and squealed.

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sid-ddraws · 4 years

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ZUKKA headcannons I thought of

Sokka has had a crush on zuko since boiling rock. But he himself doesn’t even acknowledge it. Sokka see’s the good in Zuko but is also blown away by some of thing zuko does. He always amazes him.

There’s a bit of envy and jealousy bc sokka doesn’t realise he LIKES Zuko, it’s just a tangle of emotions he writes off as of course he’s the “cool” guy in the group.

I feel like things won’t actually start to pick up until after the war. Sokka seeing Zuko more on a day to day basis bc of politics, diplomacy, peace treaties..etc. they’re in a safe environment , before sokka didn’t have to much time to dwell on feelings. But now without the war being in the fore front of his mind. He has all the time In the world for his feelings.

He liked yue and still thinks about her, she was his first love and sokka will always have a special place in his heart for her. I think their relationship is full of fleeting moments. They didn’t have enough time to know eachother but they enjoyed the moments they had. I really like the tragic fairytale romance they give off

Suki was someone who was a wild spirit. She really put sokka in his place and he admires that about her. I think sokka and suki have a connection and understand eachother but they’re relationship is all about fun. They don’t involve the deep stuff. BUT Suki will be there as a friend for the deep stuff. With suki being head of the kiyoshi warriors, and sokka being part of the fire lords personal guard & training to be chief. A lot of stuff just gets in the way. They have different plans and ideas but they’ll always be friends.

With Zuko it’s all deep and seriousness. Bc of the things they have both gone through. Sokka wants to understand his feeling for Zuko, but he’s afraid of pulling momentum away from bringing the nations together and diplomacy. Sokka wants what is best for his nation and the others as well. So again even though sokka wants to understand his feelings his nation is too important for him to tear focus away from that.

Sokka is somewhat royalty bc he is next in line to be chief it’s not as high profile as “the fire lord” but it’s a royal position all the same. So I feel like Sokka would start to think as a chief and think of his people.

Sokka does like Zuko but he doesn’t want his feelings to cloud his judgement for his people and for Zukos own safety.

I feel like their would still be high prejudice against water tribe people in the fire nation. Zuko realizing this purposely asked Sokka to be apart of the royal guard and be a representative for the water tribe (alongside his father)

So there’s def conflict and angst within ZUKKA. And this is only Sokka’s side of things.

If you wanna ask any questions about more stuff I thought of pls do!!! My Asks are Open ✅

#bruh sokka a confused bisexual #sokka let yourself bc happy pls #he deserves it #sokka #zuko #atla #zukka #avatar the last airbender #atla headcanons #water tribe #avatar headcanons #yue #suki #yue x sokka #suki x sokka #zuko x sokka

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hello-imasalesman · 5 years

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Can we please be blessed with headcannons of a pining Arthur? He’s such a soft boah 💕

Arthur puts pencil to paper and every time, the results don’t come out the way they’re supposed to. It’s not that he’s never seen something in his head and have it come out different on the page— that’s nearly every time, that’s what drawing was, trying to sketch his best approximation. But everything that’s coming out is wrong, a disconnect between his hands and his brain. The horses’ legs are crooked, the flowers look flat, the landscapes are lopsided.

“You’ve had your nose in that thing for ages,” Marston calls, too close, behind his head. Arthur startles, perched on a covered crate in front of the fire, though he doesn’t close the journal in time, not before John’s gotten a good look. “Who’s that supposed to be, anyway?”

Arthur huffs in annoyance. “Trying to draw you, actually.”

He’s drawn John, Hosea, Dutch and even Grimshaw more times than he can count. They’ve been together so long, their faces are familiar, even when he’s not staring at them like he usually does when he sketches. But on this page, Marston looks lopsided and uneven, his brows furrowed and his scars lost to the smear of lead.

“What the fuck, Arthur.” John responds first with anger, and then almost barks out a laugh as he leans over him to look closer at the page. “You made me look like Bill.”

Arthur shakes his head, pinches the bridge of his nose and tries to swallow a peal of laughter that threatens to escape down. “What?”

Sketch-John has a stern countenance, though with Arthur’s current inability to draw, its less stern than sour, like a child trying to act tough. His eyes are uneven, too. Arthur idly tries to correct it as John looks on, but it just makes sketch-John look like he has one black eye, his pencil scratching uselessly against the page.

“Yeah, yeah.” He tries to lean over, press a finger to the page, but Arthur’s sitting up and leaning away from Marston before he can smudge a greasy finger on it. “I ain’t that ugly and my beard don’t look like that.”

“What beard?” Arthur snaps his journal closed, looking over his shoulder at Marston’s frown. “You can grow one of those? I thought that shit on your face was from the dog.”

“I could say the same of you!” John shouts, unsuccessfully, because Arthur is staring at him with raised eyebrows and an amused smirk that’s just-visible beneath the mustache that’s in a sore need of a trim, before the hairs curl over and into his mouth. He doesn’t have to say anything, barely gets out a giggle before John’s hands are thrown up into the air, “Look, I don’t have to deal with this.” And he stomps off with Arthur’s laughter at his back. He keeps that sketch, at least. Will probably tear it out and leave it on John’s pillow, when he finds the time, just to antagonize him a bit; all in good fun, until Dutch tells him to play nice because his favorite son is cussing and stomping around instead of choring.

But still— as amusing as the doodle is, Arthur can’t draw. Or, at least, nothing is coming out well in his eyes. It’s been weeks now. Flat and lifeless, crooked lines. Between hauling bags of grain, he crouches next to the chicken coop, watches the birds scratch at the ground. He sketches one of the chickens, and then aggressively scribbles over it when the texture of the feathers looks, too on-the-nose, like chicken scratch.

“What’re you drawing?”

Kieran asks like he’s been rehearsing the simple sentence in his head for too long, and still, his voice cracks at the end as Arthur fixes him with a look over his shoulder. He always forgets how tall Kieran is until he’s sitting somewhere in Kieran’s vicinity, and he has to look up to meet his eye. He doesn’t carry his height well, perpetually slouching, unless he’s dealing with the horses. Then he has to draw himself up, if only to get them to behave.

“Nothing.” Arthur admits with a grumble, because it feels like he’s been drawing nothing over the past few days, just series of lines and shapes that don’t connect together into anything tangible. Kieran’s smile goes uneasy, baring his teeth with uncertainty as he takes a step back and away from Arthur.

“Sorry to bother—“

“No, no, it’s fine.” Arthur rushes to clarify; he hadn’t realized his tone had been rough enough to have sent the other man almost scurrying off. Kieran flinches, stands and stares at his hands. “Frustrated with myself, is all. Nothing’s coming out right.” He hesitates, for a moment, before he turns and moves in closer, so that Kieran can see. His eyes go a little wide, glancing up towards Arthur’s face before he looks at the proffered journal.

“It all looks real fine to me.” Kieran says, almost sweetly, hesitantly flipping back to a previous page. Makes something in Arthur’s gut twist. “I- I think you’re being hard on yourself, is all. I could never get anything to look like that.” He taps below one of the sketches of the horses, careful not to actually touch it, “That’s a real nice one. Nell?”

“Yeah,” Arthur confirms, huffing out a chuckle. “Stands still long enough to sketch. Just like Uncle, actually.”

Kieran laughs, genuine, the corners of his eyes creasing, tucking strands of hair behind his ears. Arthur laughs, too, even if it’s not the funniest thing he’s ever said, but its infectious when he hears it from him. “It’s true,” Kieran says, “Oh, he can be real awful, even if he’s a sweet horse. Always rolls around in the dirt after I brush him through...”

Arthur flips through his journal, showing Kieran a past page of Uncle in various states of sleep around camp, his face an exaggerated, comical caricature, drool from his lips. Kieran laughs again, hides his mouth behind his knuckles pressed against his lips, setting the edge of his teeth against the cracked, rough skin there.

Kieran’s always busy working. Arthur is, too, even if Dutch don’t see it, browbeating him whenever he lingers too long in camp, the moments in-between where Arthur catches his breath. He stays for a day or two, at the cusp of outstaying his welcome, then heads off; hunting, carriage theft, house robberies, whichever the road takes him towards. Keeps his hands occupied with violence instead, hoping once he’s sufficiently wrought enough destruction he can create something again.

Camp pulls him back, like it always does; he cleans before he returns, for Grimshaw’s sake, but ice cold river water can’t rinse off the dark shiner he’s sporting before he rides into camp and leaves his horse in the pasture. He has to walk through camp to reach the stewpot, loading up the cleanest bowl he can find with Pearson’s pottage. By the time he’s finished eating standing next to the fire, spitting the most inedible bits of gristle to the ground, someone’s left a salve by his cot. A metal tin promising pain relief, among a long list of other cures, the label blurred under the oils of nervous fingers ceaselessly worrying the paper. Arthur rolls it over in his hands. Mulls over who gave it to him as he smears the thick lotion around his eye, under his shirt and the deep bruises across his ribs. The greasiness sticks to his fingers, and is an easy excuse to blame when he settles back into his cot that night and his pencil slides uselessly over the pages, and it snaps in half between his fingers.

The next morning, Kieran leaves him another gift when he tacks up Arthur’s warhorse, tucked into his saddlebags. Arthur doesn’t notice the two pencils wrapped carefully in a scrap of fabric, pre-sharpened, until he’s nearly in New Hanover.

Arthur returns a week later with he sun at his back, his shiner healed. He doesn’t draw attention to himself when he makes his way to the tithing box, pulling a stack of cash and two watches from his satchel. He has a necklace, too, delicate and brilliant glass beads, but he puts that back into his satchel when it comes out tangled with the watches; that’s for Tilly.

With the sun setting, there’s precious few hours of light left in the day, though they’re longer and longer with each sunrise. Arthur hates the heat that clings to his brow, but loves the hours of daylight summer brings. Sweating oneself dry was a small price to pay for more hours in the day. But they’re running thin, the sun disappearing in a fireball beyond the water’s horizon; Arthur has only a few minutes to find Kieran. He wasn’t in the pasture when he dismounted his horse; he’s not at the scout campfire, either, and Arthur’s hands feel sweaty in his gloves. He almost misses him, on his second walk through the camp; near the chicken coop once more, sitting beneath the large tree there, quietly smoking in its roots.

“Kieran.”

Kieran looks flushed, the ember of the cigarette throwing his face into stark shadows. His eyes shift upward as he stubs it out against the bark. “Arthur?”

“‘Fore the sun sets,” Arthur starts, trying to calmly stress his limits, the strange feeling that their time was quickly waning. It doesn’t make much sense; Arthur could always show him tomorrow. But there’s an urgency that’s gripping his lungs, as he reaches for his satchel, “Look.”

Kieran stands, using the tree as support for his wobbly legs. Arthur opens his journal, paging to the ribbon holding his place.

He has to rotate his journal, and Kieran pulls in close, looking over his shoulder. It’s hard lines in some spots and soft smudges in others, thumbs and knuckles used, the side of his pencil washing shades of grey. The soft shadows mottled underneath Kieran’s eyes, purple and blue, somehow rendered perfectly in the soft smudge of lead across the page. The greasy knots of his hair. Kieran’s smile, crooked and easy. It’s all there.

“Oh.” Kieran clutches at Arthur’s sleeve, where he’s rolled it up to the elbows, in the folds of fabric there. Buries his fingers in and scrunches his grasp in tight. “Oh. Arthur, I—“

He sounds almost on the edge of tears, maybe. Or some other emotion swirling thick in the back of his throat. The sun slips slowly beyond the trees, the clouds drifting fat overhead speeding up the pace of darkness falling over Clemen’s Point. The campfire has been allowed to dwindle down further than it should, and it barely casts any light towards where they stand behind the coop and the shadows of the trees. Kieran steps forward and Arthur steps back, lets him box him up against the rough bark of the big oak before he grasps Arthur by the front of his dress shirt and kisses him. Kieran tastes like tobacco, mostly, when he parts his lips to let Arthur lick into his mouth, suck on his bottom lip until Kieran whines and his knees buckle against Arthur’s legs. When they part, Arthur’s eyes opening, it’s almost too dark to see Kieran’s smile, the redness splotching across his cheeks. Another picture to sketch, another page in his journal.

#arthur morgan #kieran duffy #john marston #arthur/kieran #rdr 2 #rdr2 #(technically i wrote this thinking post-pale horse so they’ve fucked but like)#(they are pining in a way idk how to explain it they’re cowboys all they do is stare andpine!!!)#korgan #kieran/arthur #a pale horse #anyway this is Very Soft i kno

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its-that-annoying-pr0n-blog · 6 years

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So, sorry if it's weird but....Hiruma/Fem!Sena?

Not weird at all my lovey-dovey!!

First of all let’s make a theorycall frame:

We can supose that Hiruma has had sex at some point,mostly flings, nothing serious. Since he is so focused on his goals he leavesromantic relationships behind. We can asume that if he “hooks up” with Senait’s a real deal, he wouldn’t risk his goal for a “quicky”.

On the other side Sena probably never have been withanybody, her low self steem and her reputation as an errand girl(cofandmaybemamorioverprotectioncof) so not many people wanted to be with her.My personal headcannon is that as she started to be more outgoing and lovingher body more she explored her sexuality and her body, wich ended upon her seeing people on a new light. You can imagine how she freakedout when on middle of her “loving myself time” Hiruma appears on her head.

NOW ON THE NASTY!!

So there is a lot of teasing, Hiruma knows how to workher up. Hiruma mostly do this because he wants to go slow, he loves to see hersquirm of course, pressing her buttons but is to see her reactions andact acordingly. This isn’t just a one side thing, Sena has ways to tease himtoo, usually non sexually (this is actually a personal opinion) , they aresmaller and shy-er, but they are quite effective to work Hiruma up.

Some examples: Calling him Yoichi, kissing him on the corneron his mouth, maybe pressing her body aginst him or wearing a cheerleader uniform (wich heactually doesn’t think is that sexy, is Sena in a Cheerleader uniform that getshim going)

There are three stages on their relationship:

- The heavy petting

- The field recognition

- the do’s and dont’s

The heavy petting:

In the first stages on their realtionship they make out, this considering was already a big step, Sena was a ball of anxiety,Hiruma was trying to be as delicate as he could be, it was a mess. Sena calledthe shots on this stage, she was the one who said how slow or how fast thingswould go.

Hiruma controlled himself quite well, reactingacordingly, yet there where a few oportunities where it went out of his grasp,he would paralize until Sena decided what to do. Surprisesingly she was quite“on fire” so this helped her to go farther and to calm them both in a way.

Dry humping was totally a thing. Personal headcannon:sometimes the were interrupted by Sena’s parents and Hiruma had to hide in thebathroom until he “calmed down”

At this time hickeys were quite a big no no, netheir ofthem wanted to be so “obvious”, so if there where hickeys they where mostlyretaliation, maybe one of them got jelous and the other got pissed they nowhave a hickey.

The field recognition:

This is where things started to get heavy. They started,as the title says, to recognize the field, they started to get naked anddiscover the body of the other. Hiruma is more secure of showing himself and,strangely, let Sena touch all she wants. Sena on other hand wasn’t so confident, she slowly showed herself.

On this stage was no penetration, excluding fingers, thatactually where in the last part of this stage.

At first they started with fondling and pressing againstthe other. Hiruma was compleatly okay to be the one touching and praising Sena’sbody, he adores her strong tights and her tan skin. You can be sure he can dowicked things with that mouth of him.Once Sena got more confident she returned the favor. She is the only livingcreature that has seen Hiruma squirm and beg.

Fingering came next, Sena wasn’t actually foreing tothis, have done it quite a few times to herself, yet having someone else doingit to you is a world of difference, more considering Hiruma’s fingers.

The do’s and the don’t

Their first time is surprisingly sweet, going slow,highly emotional. This stage is called do’s and don’t because they are figuring out what they like. Hiruma is really into control and dominance, that being overpower Sena or beingoverpower by her. Being handcuffed to bed at Sena’s Mercy? Pin her down andoverstimulate her until she crys? He has always have been a versatile man.Sena is 100% into prasing, being told she is a good girl is ecstatic. Dirtytalk is a big turn on too, she prefers it over phone sex.

They have very specific limits they won’t cross by anycircunstance, they won’t hurt the other, cheat on the other, do any kind of feces/blood/pisralated stuff. They aren’t into degradation or humilliation.

So that’s all i can think at the moment! I hope it hasbeen all what you were looking for!!

#eyeshield 21 #hiruma yoichi #sena kobayakawa #hirusena #es21 #kobayakawa sena #yoichi hiruma #hiruma x sena #sena x hiruma #fem!sena

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marcusmettalus · 6 years

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Galaxus Part 2

Big (not quite) stompy ex-Decepticon Carrier. Wanted to throw some ideas and headcannons down while my brain is still running around.

Again, if not your thing, skip on by (or take a peek through my RPs to get ideas on how I write things)

- Galaxus is pretty old, but not ancient like Earthquake. Galaxus was forged sometime during the start of the Cybertronian Civil War (which according to the IDW timeline,, was ~8 Million Years ago) and got whisked away by the Decepticons to be used as a supply mule and troop transport due to his Alt Form’s size.

- Boy is he big. While in his bipedal form, he is about eye to eye with the likes of Omega Supreme and such, his Alt Form is capable of carting around over a dozen Decepticons of varying sizes and hundreds of tonnes of Cargo, Energon Cubes and Ore. But he does not have a lot of speed like Astro-Train or Sky-Lynx.

- He doesn’t really have a gun! In combat, he usually smacks around his foes with fists or quick forges a melee weapon of some form. When in his Alt form, he can for a short time re-shape the fore of the Carrier into a short lived but heavy firing Plasma Cannonade to knock most fliers out of the sky, or scare them off with how much energy build it can produce.

- Galaxus’ core is massive, even for someone of his size class. And produces more than enough energy to keep him chugging through the vaccum of space for great lengths of time with little need to refuel on Energon. Sometimes when he and Earthquake are resting, Gal siphons off some of the excess energy into Cubes so they can be sold or traded off for supplies. (of EarthQuake needs a quick boost if under attack.)

- His current design is based of some human artistic sketches of some possible space ships they might make when their technology allows them. The humans said the concept art was for a game called,, ‘Endless Space’ .

- Much like his companion Earthquake, he has an interest in the Humans. He does not find them revolting like Megatron and some other Decepticons.

#Galaxus #rambles #headcanons #thoughts #Cybertron #decepticon #autobot #Earthquake #Transformers #IDW comics

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lightningbig · 6 years

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wow your fake chop stuff remains awesome! i love how true to life all the different crew interactions feel and all the little details ahhh! would you consider writing about the interactions/interpersonal relations among fake chop itself? who's closest? who gets along best? is there any ~ romance ~?

anon you have just u n l e a s h e d t h e d r a g o n, i have SO MANY headcannons about how the crew operates within itself

i love??? all iterations of fake chop??? and i have so many ideas for romances and shit?? like they’re all so good and nice??

speaking clearly about crew and disregarding any shipping for the moment, i definitely picture the fake chop situation actually being pretty similar to irl cow chop, with this huge warehouse in the shitty part of town as their base. it’s not a lot, but it’s cheap and it has enough room for them and their equipment and weapon storage. for the most part, they all live in cheap apartments around town, spread out so that if one of their buildings gets compromised, they all aren’t thrown out without a place to stay. worst comes to worst, there is room for them to stay in the warehouse, but lbr no one wants to do that.

obvi james and aleks are close, and it comes from working together for so long. because, like, maybe aleks knew brett longer than he knew james, met him first and saw him fleetingly between interactions in mutual hideouts or crew interactions, but they never worked directly together the way that james and aleks did in their old crew. working out in the field builds this sort of… trust? dependency? reliance? that the two of them have more than any other duo in the group, tbh. (except maybe joe and james, the two thick as thieves and always in for each other, the kind of best friends that could talk across a fuckin fire fight without even opening their mouths and be on the same page. but joe left, and james- well. james didn’t.)

and at the beginning, james was definitely the person at the fore front of cow chop, the front man, the one that spear headed the foundation of the crew. without him, they would never have moved out to los santos on their own, would’ve never started the crew, and everyone knows that. but james never wanted to be the leader forever, never wanted to trade field life and taking orders for being the one having to handle negotiations and planning. so brett comes in - brett, who’s older and more experienced with actually leading a crew, who has names and contacts and the weight to throw behind their name and pull them up from obscurity and into something resembling a real god damn crew. and james is happy to relinquish that leadership in the same way that brett is happy to share it, letting james and aleks help him make up heists plans and budget for the crew.

fake chop isn’t a strict hierarchy, and they don’t necessarily all have “assigned roles,” mostly out of necessity. they’re a small crew compared to fahc, and they all have to be flexible. so like, brett is the leader, but he keeps the whole crew in the same loop as himself, tells them and lets them know everything that’s going on, looks to his crew for advice and asks their opinions before he finalizes their decisions, and he still comes out on jobs. james and aleks are usually muscle/field work, but they both know their way around the computers, and regularly help out grabbing intel and scouting people, places, and anything else. when they want something to burn, aleks is their man. james knows guns better than anyone else, and on the ground, he’s their best marksman. asher is their best sniper, but anna also knows her way around a sniper rifle, and even trevor has gotten up there and done some sniping for them before. lindsey doesn’t usually do field work, but she’s more than capable of it when they need the extra body. most times, though, she’s back at the base, watching cams and feeding info to the field team over their comms. trevor is by her side when they need it, or out in the field when he’s needed there. he’s probably their most flexible member, is usually trusted with everything except driving. jakob is the preferred driver, ironically as the next youngest, but the kids got talent and they aren’t just gonna pass it up. as far as medics go, anna is fairly trained. she used to go to a trade school that was prepping her for real medical school, but she skipped town instead of going to college. she learned more on the streets than in the classroom, though, and she’s kept them all alive and healthy so far. jakob knew a little bit coming in, just from practicality and necessity, and anna’s been training him as much as she can on everything else since more hands helping are always better.

brett knew lindsey before fake chop, knew her from hitmen jobs and freelance work, and so when he has a crew of his own one of the first things he does is bring her on. they needed her, because anna, trevor, and asher all together made a good tech team, but they needed more people out in the field and it just wasn’t plausible to work this way anymore. she fits in like a charm, and has them working like a well oiled machine in no time. it’s funny seeing the two of them interact, fighting like two siblings, even when they’re out on jobs.

trevor and jakob are the closest thing to apprentices that aleks and james will probably ever get, both of them being brought in on their advice, almost as a classic “taken under my wing” situation. neither will admit it, but they have a soft spot for their boys, feel responsible for them and want to protect them, fierce and overprotective in a way that they hate to show, but will if they have to.

asher and anna are super close, too, came into the crew at the same time, and are both sort of jacks-of-all-trades type people, so they’re always near each other, teaching each other some skills that they don’t know or practicing different things and correcting each other. asher teaches anna how to tie all different knots, both for tying up hostages and for rappelling. in turn, anna teaches asher some knife tricks, and they both share stealth moves, and other things like that.

oh dear, this got so long and i didn’t even touch half the things i was going to write about it oh my goddd

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