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sundrop-writes · 2 months

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Hiii !! I wanted to request a reaction for Derek, Emily and Spencer

When Single Parent! Reader (GN is fine !!) has to bring their daughter to the BAU for a little bit and she won't stop following the Character around and doesn't want to leave "her new friend" when its time to go? Thank you sm in advance if you write it !! 💕💕

i might swing by later with a dif request, this was the first thing my sleep ridden brain blessed me with ;p

I love this so much (I have been in such a parent fic mood since writing the Dad Spence fic, Star thank you so much) - I think this idea is so adorable, I love it!!!

(I wrote Derek's part and then trailed off and left this in my drafts for a few days, so sorry if there's a huge disconnect between the characters' parts. Ooops.)

Requests are currently - OPEN

How would Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, and Spencer Reid react to your daughter becoming attached to them? (Derek, Emily, and Spencer x GN!Reader)

Warnings: mentions of corporate/white collar crimes (embezzlement, etc.); mentions of the reader being threatened by white collar criminals, mentions of criminals threatening to kill a child; as it says in the title, the reader has a daughter but the reader's gender is not described in any way; surprisingly, for this one, I didn't give the daughter a name. idk, I think that's it. (Edit: now fixed so that the reader is actually fully GN and I am so sorry about the mistake before!!!)

It was a pretty basic case. You were an attorney working on a large company merger - you had found evidence of millions of dollars being embezzled, and when you had copied the files with the intention of bringing them to the IRS, you had started receiving threatening letters. It weighed on your conscience - you knew that the men who ran the company had more than enough money and resources to make you disappear, likely leaving your daughter an orphan, leaving her to wonder what had happened to you for the rest of her life. When you received another letter with photos of your daughter at her preschool attached, now threatening her - you had made your decision fully.

You took your files and evidence to the BAU - you had met Rossi at a seminar he gave, talking about how sociopathy is incredibly common in corporate circles - how sociopaths do very well in corporate jobs due to their driven, goal oriented, emotionless nature. And warning signs to look out for if someone is using those traits to cross into dangerous territory. It was a seminar you had gone to out of curiosity, but you were glad that you had taken his card and you were able to contact him now.

He invited you to the BAU, and the team offered to take your case - to find out who was threatening you and bring them to justice.

Derek found you incredibly beautiful.

He was intrigued by your looks at first, and when Hotch mentioned that someone needed to interview you and get the full details from you in order for the team to get a better perspective on the case, Derek volunteered immediately. He hadn't gotten a full briefing - too eager to get to talk to you.

He came into the room with a bottle of water for you, looking to comfort you with his smile and his charms, and he was surprised when Penelope came back into the room and a small girl came barreling toward you, incredibly excited to tell you that she had gotten M&Ms from the vending machine (which Penelope had taken her to).

Typically, Derek didn't go for people who had kids. Any other time, with any other person - it would have immediately turned him off. It would have dampened your attractiveness in his eyes. He generally had a 'no single parents' policy, because he thought that dating someone with kids was just a lot of baggage. But seeing you - he was immediately taken with you. And seeing you with your daughter, somehow made you instantly more attractive.

And he thought the way that you scooped your daughter up into your lap and let her feed you M&Ms with her chubby little fingers was all too cute. It was unprofessional, but the case definitely wasn't the only thing on his mind that day.

Penelope took your daughter out of the room again while Derek interviewed you, and it was only when you spoke of the fear you felt for your daughter - the potential of her being her by the anonymous person, that you actually teared up. Derek couldn't help but to pull you in close, holding you tight in an effort to comfort you (secretly loving how tightly you hugged him back) - and it was in that moment that he vowed to himself that he would do whatever it took to protect you and your child. He would always keep the two of you out of harm's way.

And he certainly tried his hardest to accommodate your daughter when he found out that the two of you would be sticking around the office for the day - to ensure that you would be protected until the team found out who had sent the threats. He got her a kids meal with a toy when he ordered lunch, he knew there wasn't much in the office in the way of "toys" - but he swung by Garcia's office borrowed something she had that was fuzzy and lights up (with the promise of returning it) and he scrounged up a blank pad of paper and some coloured pens so your daughter could have something to do.

It wasn't surprising when she excitedly ran over to his desk and gave him a picture she had drawn of him - a very cartoonish muscled man with his same facial hair and an eggish bald head. His exaggerated features in the picture made you and Morgan laugh, and before you left the BAU for the day (when your safety was assured and the local police were on their way to arrest the men who had made the threats to you) - you found a different pen and wrote your number on the bottom corner of the picture for him.

He knew that something in you had changed him when he started thinking about taking you on a first date in the park - something your daughter could enjoy as well, rather than considering what bar or late night restaurant he was going to take you to.

Emily was surprised by the entire thing.

She hadn't been around children since, well - she was one. Due to events in her past, and due to the way her mother treated her, she never imagined herself being a parent. Ever. She was someone who thought that she was just naturally terrible with kids, like her own mom was. She hadn't met the person she thought that she could settle down with, so she never thought that kids were in the cards for her. So it definitely caught her off guard when your daughter seemed to take to her like a duck to water.

It was in her natural instinct to comfort you. You were so shaken up about the whole thing, the anonymous danger lurking in your life - and she took some extra time to assure you that things were going to be okay, that the team was the best, and they were going to catch whoever was doing this.

She thought it was a natural kindness to get down on your daughter's level and ask what she was playing with, to compliment her cute little doll and then take her down the hallway to grab a snack to give you a few minutes to breathe. The little girl was sweet and Emily didn't mind spending some extra time with her.

On their way back along, your daughter plucked a crossword puzzle book off Emily's desk and asked what it was, and Emily explained it - so then she took a few minutes to find some crosswords for children online and printed them out, and when she came to delivery them, alone with some pens, your daughter enthusiastically asked if Emily would sit and 'show her' - and while you said that Emily was busy and had other work to do, Emily shrugged and said she had a few minutes to spare. Again, she thought it was common manners, sitting with the girl on her lap while she guided her through the puzzles, praising her intellect when she got the answers right.

She didn't see the way you were looking at the pair, pure affection bubbling up in your eyes.

When the day was over, and it was cleared as safe for you and your daughter to return home, the little girl let out a loud complaint that she didn't want to leave her 'new friend Emily' - and Emily couldn't have predicted the way that those words tugged at something in her chest. She didn't know what led her to kneeling down at the girl's level, promising to see her that weekend when she had a free day - that was, if you didn't mind. Getting nothing but a bright smile from you, and feeling a certain spark there.

(She had to resist the urge to punch Morgan in the ribs when she walked back to her desk to nothing but teasing, how she was getting 'the whole family package' on 'her first date'.)

Spencer found the whole thing (secretly) adorable.

It is no secret that Spencer loves kids. He is very good with kids, and it's clear by the way he acts around kids that he definitely wants kids of his own someday. He hasn't met 'the one' yet - the person that he's going to have kids with. Whether that's through the natural, old-fashioned way or through adoption. But he did always imagine that if he raised kids of his own, it would be from infancy.

He never imagined that the person he was meant to be with would stumble into his life with a child that was already walking and talking - but when he met you and your daughter, it felt so right. Even if the circumstances were a bit dark.

He interviewed you about the whole situation, and when you apologized for crying and getting emotional, he was quick to assure you that it was natural - you were shaking, and though Spencer was usually someone to avoid touch, he found his need to hold you so overwhelming. He didn't regret his choice to wrap his arms around you when you hugged him back tightly.

When your daughter burst into the room (no longer occupied making paper airplanes with Emily and JJ), she was quick to ask why you were crying, extending out a small chubby finger to point at you, seemingly warbling with half-baked tears of her own at seeing you so upset. Spencer knelt down and assured her that everything was going to be okay, and then he moved to distract her by taking the little paper airplane out of her hand and telling her that he knew a trick to make it fly so much farther.

And he did. It was simple aerodynamics and folding techniques. And then they stood near the top of the bullpen, silently trying to get Morgan to look up by flying planes onto his desk - and the man couldn't bring himself to get too mad when he heard childish giggling coming from your daughter every few minutes.

You truly felt those butterflies for Spencer turn into more when he showed your daughter a trick that ended with a fake flower somehow coming out of his sleeve - something feathery and pink that he tucked behind her ear for her to keep, having her smiling and laughing brightly on a day where you had been wracked with worry, fearing for her life.

By the time the day was over and both of your safety was assured, you weren't surprised that she didn't want to leave him. And you made the bold move, telling him (rather than asking him) - that he should come over for dinner and a movie on Saturday, and then leaning over to gently whisper in his ear that the two of you could enjoy a another, more adult flick after your daughter was tucked into bed. Your daughter was too excited at the prospect of seeing Spencer again, tugging on his pant leg, waiting for him to agree - and he was speechless at the implications of what you had said.

He couldn't even think of the word 'no' if he tried.

So, it was a date, then.

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silliest-heartaches · 6 months

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Ohh my god DRINKKK!! Dude I love them sooo muchhh. I just love imagining them being head over heels for each other yet constantly denying their feelings, because of how they view themselves, yet still finding comfort and solace with each other. They are so. YES. PERFECT. AUGH.

SHARE MORE ABOUT THEM PLEASE!!!

And I love how you use they/them for Ink and she/her for Dream!!

GOD YEAH I LIKE THEM SO INCREDIBLY MUCH... tbh the main reason i started liking them was bc i was thinking abt them and how doomed yuri coded they were and. The worms Wormed in from there,,,,

I actually use he/they and she/they for ink and dream respectively but!!!!!! I love all hcs and interpretations of them for REAL. nonbinary people who are gay as fuck for real,, very inherrently queer ship regardless of how u see either of them i think...heart seeing them as t4t transmasc and transfem forever personally though so thats what i see em as hehe,, also in my head theyre both aroacespec (though the specifc kind varies from au to au though i do consistently see ink as ace and dream as demiaro :>>)

Im not sure how long these will be so...hcs under the cut lol

- okay well while in my mind while error is technically the First Entity ink sees that isnt just a normal entity, dream is like their First. Friend. you know. Like when error first saw him he was screaming and crying for the hills bc it was also his first time seeing another outcode so. that reaction BUT with dream she was more filled with gentle confusion... this is a bit after she unstoned in the apple incident but still was new to au hopping and naive to most danger so they became friends!!! Questionably so.

-to elaborate, when they first meet dream is still stuck on the ideals of toxic positivity and pushing through hardship no matter what... i think this is something they eventually grow out of and dream will eventually learn to see the need for balance eventually but one of their first disputes happens when ink is running low on ink and most of whats left are the Negative Emotions within him alongside the especially strong panic that he usually feels when they get like this... dream would try to comfort him and try to say that itll work out in the end no matter what and that they just need to push through and that itll be okay like normal comforting words because dream is an empath and can sense feelings right,,i feel like its comforting in some cases but when things get Really Bad and especially when the main reserves of feelings that ink has are Negative, they heavily override his normal sense of self and i imagine they get a lot more. Snappy.... theres also the additional hc thingy of ink also really overexaggerating his feelings and overplaying them a lot for the sake of trying to feel more intensely (doesnt work, just drains him faster and will never truly feel natural to him...personally think that ink feels a lot of disconnect from his feelings) which could be considerably offputting to dream (though before adding swap to the group she thought it wass normal because she had only seen the fake pretend nice joy of the village influenced by her aura and not Genuine Feelings)

I think eventually through the years they would learn a lot from eachother...like with ink learning to be more naturally charismatic and dream learning to see past toxic positivity and have his perception on emotions change for the better (ie in learning that having different emotions are okay, so long as there is a balance)

id do alot more hcs but tbh what it boils down to is: toxic codependent yuri. intensely up and down relationship where theres an insane amount of love and attachment but also a lack of self from the both of them because they are only able to see themselves as a Thing to the other. Also exes who turned out to be besties. Thry got together and broke up wayyy before blue (they casually tell him stories about it and for the parts that he does know about he is horrified for.) Oh and they share hobbies and do parallel play alot. dream is more music oriented and can play the cello and flute. ink can play the ukelele but hes more familiar with drawing and painting duh. Also they have a garden. they love growing flowers but their favourites are sunflowers. Also have writing sessions together. Also may/may not also have beautiful princess disorder. (The both of them)

im so sorry this is so incoherrent but erm. yeah im very normal abt them (half of this stuff comes from oc projection the other half is like. Mental illness while in the shower tbh)

#feysanity #drink ship #dream x ink #ink sans #dream sans #undertale #utmv #undertale fanart #headcanons #nonnies :>#fumbles :>

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alkaline-wtr · 1 month

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ELEVATOR

Ghost x gn!reader

Description: Ghost and reader are neighbors who get stuck together in an elevator. Genre/Warnings: Ghost x reader, gn!reader, fluff, angst, a little hurt comfort, possibly enemies to lovers, imagine WC: 987

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**AN Good morning! Here's a little fluff, I don't exactly know if the genres I tagged it as fit, but either way i thought this piece was cute. Enjoy.

Ghost steps onto the elevator watching it close slowly, the doors are almost shut when he hears a voice.

"Wait!"

He peered through the two metal plates you come walking quickly down the hall.

Ghost lets out an irritated sigh realizing it's you.

You and Ghost were neighbors. Living on the same floor of the apartment building. For some reason, despite your efforts over the last year Ghost just didn't seem to like you. In fact, he despised you.

Ghost wasn't exactly sure what it was about you that made him dislike you so much. Maybe it was your intrusive nature.

You put your hand in between the doors causing them to retract.

"Good morning, Simon. How are you?"

You asked in a sweet voice as you stepped onto the elevator beside him.

"Fine."

Ghost grumbled in response. You smile back at him but there is a sadness in your eyes.

Ghost presses the button for the first floor. He is obviously in no mood for small talk.

The elevator begins its descent. A low hum emits from the fluorescent lights overhead. Filling the uncomfortable silence between you.

You're watching as the numbers go down when suddenly the elevator comes to a halt rumbling beneath your feet.

The first thought that comes to Ghost's mind is confusion. His hand reaches across you and taps the button a couple times.

You watch with wide eyes as Ghost fiddles with the buttons.

"We're not stuck, are we?"

Ghost's glares at you,

"Obviously." He snapped.

Normally the comment would have hurt you but all you felt at this moment was the rising panic at the realization of the situation.

Ghost sighs pulling out his phone. He immediately notices the absence of the little white bars on the top of the screen.

"No reception."

He states, holding his cell up in the air in an attempt to find a connection.

The pounding of your heart is like a drumbeat in your chest. The warm wave of the fear and adrenaline washing over you makes you feel disconnected. You don't hear Ghosts frustrated grunts.

You'd always had anxiety, and this was one of your biggest fears.

Ghost lowers his Phone and looks down to you.

"What?"

Ghost asks annoyed. Pure terror is apparent on your face.

"I-I just- This... has always been a fear of mine."

You stuttered.

His expression softens. Ghost was well aware of anxiety and the effects it can have.

"It'll be okay."

His attempts at reassuring you don't seem to work as your breathing grows shallower.

Instead of the usual irritation Ghost felt being in your presence, he felt sympathetic towards you. Understanding first-hand how you were feeling in this moment.

"I suffer from anxiety too sometimes."

His voice is soft, and you can see something in his eyes you never had before, vulnerability.

The momentary silence between you two is loud. Your eyes are locked with his before you finally speak.

"Simon?"

The words are soft. He looked at you expectantly.

"Why do you hate me so much?"

The whispered question hangs in the air. Ghost breathes out a sigh averting his eyes.

"I don't..."

He stops himself from answering and thinks. Ghost hadn't really had a reason. He just wasn't fond of you. His negative feelings were unjustified. As he thought back to all the previous interactions, he realized you'd never been anything but nice to him.

With the pain and hurt of his difficult past, He'd found it hard for him to tolerate your positive and bubbly attitude. He was hurting deep inside, and you only brought that to light.

The truth was you hadn't done anything wrong, Ghost just couldn't separate his feelings of frustration from his opinion of you.

"I owe you an apology, y/n. I've allowed my own frustrations to interfere with my behavior towards you. It is unfair, and you never deserved to bear the brunt of it."

You looked at him shocked by his words. Ghost didn't seem the type to apologize.

"Will you please forgive me?"

He asked. Ghost knew you had every right to turn him away. After the way he had treated you for so long, he didn't deserve your forgiveness.

As always you proved to be kindhearted with your generous response.

"Of course. We all have our struggles. I appreciate you being honest with me."

You smiled at him. Your smile seemed so genuine and pure.

"I know this may mean nothing but if I'm honest with you, I've always liked you."

Your admission takes Ghost by surprise. The truth of the matter was that you had feelings for Ghost for a while. By hanging around and being friendly you hoped he could eventually warm up to you. Although, it had all seemed stupid now, you should have just communicated.

Ghost searched your face for any indication of what you were thinking. He had no idea how to respond. So, he did the only thing that came to mind at the moment.

A rough hand grabs your cheek forcing you to face him. Ghost hovers his lips over yours for a moment a silent way of asking for your permission.

When you didn't pull away Ghost took that as an okay to continue. His plush lips brush against yours.

You stiffen in hesitation, unsure of your actions. This had been a moment you'd only dreamt of and now that it was happening you didn't want anything to mess it up.

Finally, you lean in, kissing him back. laughing nervously, when he pulls away.

"I almost forgot that we are stuck in an elevator."

You whisper. Ghost chuckles to himself and glances around

"Oh yeah. We aren't we."

He leans across you and presses the emergency call button. As you're waiting for Ghost to find a solution to the situation you can't help but smile to yourself feeling giddy and excited about what is to come.

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primus-why · 9 months

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Okay okay just a real quick: MegOp Bodyguard Affair within an Arranged Marriage AU???

Imagine Orion Pax is very very very distantly related to one of the lineages of the Primes, and though he goes about his life practically a mid-caste, the fact remains that he is technically considered high-caste.

He maintains a job as an Archivist, living out a modest, unassuming life, and generally doesn't care for the pomp and circumstance of high-caste affairs. The flashiness just isn't in his nature, and there is something he can't quite place his digit on when he attended those soirees-- something unsettling and almost invisible.

The key word here being almost. He is not ignorant to the way higher-castes handle their lower-caste staff-- in his youth he'd overheard his fair share of unjust punishments over minuscule offenses or listened to someone brag about withholding payment as a means to pinch a few credits. Though Orion doesn't exist in that sphere any more, he can't shake the sense that things have just gotten worse. His friend Jazz is an upper mid-caste who has a knack for keeping an audial to the ground thanks to his security work, and has told him many times there is a growing unrest all over Cybertron-- that it's only a matter of time before it bursts into something ugly.

Orion already sees ugliness; as the slum areas continue to expand, as mechs and their homes fall into disrepair, the Senate and Council of Primes don't appear to care at all about the wellbeing of Cybertronian citizens. He sees what Jazz is referring to-- there is a looming darkness, and their people are disconnected. But what can Orion, a mere data clerk, possibly do about it?

He does what he's best at: cataloging whatever data he can find to educate himself of the stories he cannot see or fathom.

Through his research he discovered some of the gruesome ways mechs in castes below him have been treated, but even then he knew his findings were only scratching the surface. He wanted to learn more-- to speak with others who had direct experiences. He first began with Ratchet, a dear friend who was also high-caste, who used his vast medical knowledge to attend to anyone who came to him. In fact, Ratchet purposefully divides his time between high-caste hospitals and a clinic he created in Rodion in order to give lower-castes access to his skill. The lack of opportunities for maintenance and even basic medical care horrified Orion, and it only urged him to look deeper.

That was how he had eventually discovered the forums-- large, categorized, virtual assemblies of mechs from all walks of life, interacting anonymously under pseudonyms. He absorbed as much as he could-- even the uglier sides he couldn't stomach on the first read. It felt important that he saw these things, as it confirmed his suspicions that the high-castes who operated the Senate were willfully allowing people to suffer for their own benefit and comfort.

In time, he learned of the works of Megatronus-- a gladiator who fought in the Pits of Kaon, but who was also an impressive orator and author. He would publish transcribed speeches and essays under a pseudonym, though Orion quickly learned the mech's true identity from others who followed his work. His words spoke plainly of the inequalities and injustices present in society, shedding light on the lives of unnamed Disposables, and wove a dream of a world without a caste system, without Functionism. In short, it was revolutionary, and captured Orion so intensely that he became uncharacteristically emboldened one cycle and sent Megatronus a direct message.

Of course, while Orion had already been chatting with a few mechs here and there to learn of their accounts, something about reaching out to Megatronus felt... different. A much bigger step. Perhaps it was because he was something of a celebrity, being a public figure in the blood sport he championed as well as being a talented writer. Orion was nervous and excited all at once-- though he reminded himself he really ought not to be, seeing as Megatronus would be understandably far too busy to even read his message... surely he gets hundreds of those a cycle...

But then something miraculous happened-- Megatronus actually responded!!!

And thus began their fervent exchange of ideas. Megatronus was as captivating as Orion had suspected-- an enlightening philosopher wrapped within the charms of his quick wit and forward nature. Eventually-- though they had never even seen each other-- a deep mutual friendship bloomed, and Orion longed to visit Megatronus in Kaon... to meet and hear him speak in person...

(He longed for other things as well, but dare not voice them aloud for he knew how outlandish it was to want them. Orion knew he could not monopolize Megatronus' time in the selfish way he would like-- not when he was so important to the revolutionary movement he had started...)

However, everything changed when Orion's cousin Sentinel was named a Prime.

There hadn't been a new Prime in ages. Zeta and Vector had been serving for many vorns, while Alpha Trion came well before them and was by far the oldest; Sentinel would likely be replacing him on their Council of Primes. This, Orion knew, would be devastating news to Megatronus-- he knew the gladiator had hoped to one day ascend to the title of Prime as demonstration of overcoming the oppression of the caste system. Now, it seemed they would have to wait even longer for the next rare chance of a new Prime being named.

Secondary to all that, Orion was facing his own personal troubles. He, who was content to live an unassuming life, had been thrust into the spotlight for having an even closer lineage to the Primes. Now he had strangers sending him gifts, even showing up at his place of work, vying for his good graces so he might put in a word to Sentinel on their behalf. Or worse, they attempted to seduce him in a blatant attempt to ascend the social ladder through a conjux bond. It all made Orion deeply uncomfortable, and he thanked Alpha Trion profusely for letting him use a private workstation at the Archives, otherwise he would have lost his mind (or his temper.)

For folks desperate to recieve acknowledgment from the new Prime to boost their social standing, they were shockingly naive about Orion's relationship to Sentinel. They had been estranged for over half his function by now, in part because they existed in different circles, but also because Orion could hardly stand the mech. Sentinel had been pompous and cocky as a sparkling, and unfortunately it was a not a phase he grew out of. He was, quite frankly, a classic example of the type of leader people were growing to despise-- an arrogant and over-polished politician who made decisions to only benefit himself and crush the rest beneath his pedes.

That train of thought led him back to Megatronus; Orion hadn't heard from him in a while. At first he had been terrified that his dear friend had finally been overtaken in the Pit, killed by his fellow mech or by some massive beast stolen from a foreign planet. But after scanning the Kaon news for joors, he found no recounting of such an event-- surely the champion's defeat would have made a headline? Orion concluded he must be held up by something, and so after not receiving a response for quite some time, he ventured to ask another gladiator who worked closely with Megatronus-- Soundwave. He knew the silent mech didn't like to be bothered, but he had hoped to convey his concerns well enough that he could be forgiven just this once.

Orion: Hello, Soundwave. I am sorry to disturb you with the same question I'm sure countless others have been wondering, but do you know where Megatronus is?

Soundwave: ... Affirmative. Many have wondered. However, Orion Pax first to ask.

Orion: Oh! I would have assumed your inbox would be flooded by inquiries to his whereabouts...

Soundwave: Others afraid to ask.

Orion: ... Afraid to ask you or afraid to ask what has become of him? Did something bad happen?? Is he alright???

Soundwave: ... Inconclusive. Not good, not bad. Confirmed: Megatronus is unharmed.

Orion: That is such a relief to hear!! In that case, may I inquire further as to what situation prevents him from communicating? That is to say, I noticed he hasn't been posting to the forums as of late...

Soundwave: ... Megatronus: loaned to high-caste buyer. Unable to establish contact until further notice. Contract duration: one stellar cycle. Megatronus: will post as soon as able.

Orion: Oh... is that a common situation you find yourselves in?

Soundwave: Uncommon, but not rare.

Orion: I see... thank you for taking the time to speak with me, Soundwave. It was most illuminating. In the meantime, I will endeavor to be patient a while longer for Megatronus' return to the forums. Farewell for now, and please stay safe.

Soundwave abruptly exited their chat without a departing remark, not that Orion expected him to do anything else.

It had been hard as of late to see his friends in Iacon with all the new attention he had been attracting. Now, without even his dear online companion to talk to, Orion felt a bit isolated... lonely, even. But he knew the buzz around Sentinel's Primacy ceremony would die down eventually, so all he had to do was persevere.

Still, as much as he enjoyed the company of mechs like Ratchet and Jazz over a com channel, there was something about those text-based messages between himself and Megatronus that he craved. The gladiator provided intellectual stimulation that he found in no one else, and it was intoxicating...

Unfortunately the universe decided it would not let Orion Pax stew in isolation for long. No, it had other plans... which involved Sentinel suddenly deciding to send for him, so that they might meet at his grand estate and "become reacquainted".

Upon arriving, Orion was not impressed by the splendor as he now saw it as a terrible waste. He politely listened to all the history the estate manager waxed on about as they pointed to various highlights during their tour, even asking thoughtful questions along the way (which they seemed to appreciate.) Still, all he could think of is what these resources might've been able to do for literally anyone else on the planet aside from boosting his cousin's vanity.

Finally he is led to meet Sentinel in one of the drawing rooms. He greets Orion uncharacteristically warmly at first, throwing Orion off for a moment. But in a klik, Sentinel's facade slips away and he is back to his petty, backhanded remarks-- now there's the Sentinel Orion remembered.

As it turns out, Sentinel has pawned him off to be bonded to a Senator who was tantamount in securing the Prime seat for him. Orion is outraged!! How dare he make such a promise without consulting him!?!

"I refuse." Orion said, his voice cold, "The Senator may certainly try to court me, and I will honestly take their attempt into consideration-- as a courtesy to your arrangement-- but I will make no promise to be bonded by the end of it." Orion hoped the concession to at least let the mech have a fair go at courting would be enough.

But Sentinel just laughed-- laughed.

"Oh! You think you have a choice! Ha ha ha!" He wiped away some stray coolant from his optic before resetting his vocalizer, "As you may recall, tomorrow I will be named Prime. And as the highest living member of our lineage, I will oversee all of our clan's affairs. I suggest you learn your place this cycle, Orion... I may not be so forgiving henceforth."

"I don't care what you have to say on the matter, today or otherwise." Orion said, turning to leave, "I refuse to be a pawn in this game. Pick another estranged family member to entertain you, I'm going home."

"Oh, poor Orion. Didn't I mention? You are home."

"I... what?"

"I took the liberty of gathering all your things and relocated them here," Sentinel said with a dismissive wave, as though upending his entire life was as easy as ordering fuel, "and I've asked Alpha Trion place you on sabbatical from the Archives, starting immediately."

"Wh-- why?! When?!?"

"Shortly after my chauffeur picked you up." Sentinel regarded him smugly from over a shoulder pauldron, "I couldn't allow your betrothed to be seen visiting that hovel you called a home, so I graciously offered to house you until the conjux ritus was complete."

'This can't be happening.' Orion was too stunned to speak, panic creeping up as the reality of his situation sunk in. 'My job, my friends, my home... this is archaic!'

"The courting and subsequent ritus is expected to take approximately a stellar cycle," Sentinel continued, glancing at his digits and looking rather bored, "hence your sabbatical. And after that you will move into your bonded's estate. From there, I don't care what you do."

A knock on the door interrupted Sentinel's servo grooming and Orion's mental spiral. The estate manager had returned with a large silver mech following close behind, saying something about fuel being ready for them in another parlour.

"Ah! Excellent timing." Sentinel clapped his servos and turned to Orion. "Care to join me for a snack?"

Orion said nothing, still trying to calm his racing processor.

"No?" Sentinel began to approach him. "We could toast to a new chapter in our functions!"

Finally no longer on the verge of a glitch, Orion turned his helm away, deliberately not looking at Sentinel.

"No, thank you," he said sullenly, "My tanks are satisfactory."

Suddenly Sentinel cupped his chin with one servo and yanked so that their optics met.

"Are you sure? I am a very busy mech, and I might otherwise forget to feed you later." He leaned in even closer, "It would be unwise to make a habit of spurning my generosity, as I alone have the power to make your stay here more... comfortable."

"I will survive." Said Orion-- gaze firm and unwavering, a cold fire in his optics.

'I will survive this... I will survive you.'

Sentinel released him with a sneer and marched over to the door. "Come!" he barked at the silver mech, causing the estate manager to jolt. However the larger mech hardly stirred, save to plod towards the spot Sentinel had gestured to. Orion noticed his helm was bowed, red optics casts towards the floor... which meant he was almost certainly a low-caste and had to show deference to the higher-castes around him. The sight made Orion's spark twist.

Despite the submissive posture, the silver mech was large and imposing; he even had to duck and turn slightly to fit his helm and broad, spiked shoulders through the doorframe. When he was able to stand at his full height, Orion could see he wore a carefully blank expression. 'Reticence is a common self-preservation tactic for mechs in his position... I can plainly see why.'

"Meet your new bodyguard, Orion Pax!" Sentinel clapped the silver mech on the shoulder with vicious glee as red optics widened minutely before returning to their previous setting. "He'll be here to keep an optic on you at all times while you're being courted."

'Not so much for my safety as he is to deter me from running away, no doubt.' Orion speculated. Nothing he holds against the big mech personally, he knows it's just his job. Still, his presence will complicate any of Orion's future plans...

Sentinel started to walk away then, but seemed to think of something else. "Ah-- despite his frame size, he should blend into your periphery. You'll hardly notice he's there. But do let me or my estate manager know if he gets to be too chatty."

And with that, Sentinel and the estate manager finally left him alone with his new keeper. Orion let out a long, shaky sigh. He knew Sentinel could have a cruel and ruthless streak, but this was beyond the pale. 'Primus below, I shudder to imagine how will he act once he actually is a Prime...'

Shaking those disturbing thoughts for now he turned towards the other mech in the room, only to be met with red optics flicking up to look right at him. The silver mech's helm was still downcast, so it was difficult to see his expression, but Orion surmised he must be feeling wary of his new charge.

'Well, that won't do.' Orion gathered himself and strode over to make introductions.

"Hello. My designation is Orion Pax." As he spoke the silver mech's helm began to slowly rise, red optics still glued him. "Despite what Sentinel implied, I'd much prefer you speak as often as you'd like... at least in my company. It seems we will be spending a lot of time together, and it would be a shame to spend its entirety in silence."

He held out his servo as an offered greeting. Eventually, after a brief hesitation, the looming silver mech reached out with his own (clawed?!) servo and shook it, being even more gentle than Orion thought possible.

"... Orion Pax." The mech ventured, looking him up and down. "Would you happen to be from Iacon?"

'Oh my,' thought Orion, feeling his faceplates heat up a bit, 'I could certainly get used to hearing his voice...'

"Ah, yes! I am!" Orion said a bit too bright, which only increased his blush, "I work as an Archivist, doing anything clerical, really. My focus is generally on the origins and development of Cybertronian cultures and societies. Recently I've been reading more about philosophy, and how it's shaped-- Oh!" Orion's train of thought came to screeching halt. He was being rude!

"Please forgive me, but I have not even asked you for your designation! And Sentinel made no mention of it before... who might you be, my keeper? Are you part of the estate's sentry?"

The silver mech gave a low chuckle, visibly more relaxed than he had been earlier. The sound sent a tingle down Orion's struts.

"Only temporarily. I am a gladiator-- plucked fresh from the Pits to be your humble guardsmech." The mech grinned and did a mock bow. Orion was utterly charmed... but wait!

"... Do you by chance know the Champion of Kaon?" 'Could it be...?'

Another rumbling chuckle, and Orion found himself hanging on every word.

"I am the Champion, little Archivist. My designation is Megatronus."

#megop #fic pitch #fuzz writes #once again i say something is gonna be quick and then it's NOT #lmao!#long post

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Mediation...?

This one I came up with as I walked to work, and so we will all explore it. It is a Post Empire AU. I know, I do not usually go for post-empire, but the horror and humor of this idea spoke to me.

Let’s take a look, yeah?

The AU part is that both Obi Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker survived through the end of the Empire. So we don’t have to deal with too many changes too early, Obi Wan was severely injured and in Bacta for the entire time of the OT (or he got injured again just before the events of each movie, whichever works better).

After Vader comes back to the light, he is fitted with prosthetics that actually fit (including being the correct height). He is still required to wear a mask ,but it is more like Plo Koons than Vader (covering his mouth and nose but not his entire face). The burns he got from Mufastar meant that he had no hair, and the suit he wore for those years meant that he was unnaturally pale. As a consequence he no longer looks like Vader (not just because he lost 5 inches in height with the correct legs).

Most of the galaxy does not know that Vader and Anakin Skywalker are the same person. Anakin was also largely forgotten, and the few who did remember him (without knowing the Vader connection) would quietly muse about how much Vader seemed to hate Anakin Skywalker, the Hero without Fear (there is no doubt in my head that the person Vader hated the most was Anakin).

The Rebels do know that Anakin and Vader are the same person. Even as they are working to build the New Republic, no one is quite sure what, if anything, Anakin Skywalker should be charged with (War crimes. So many war crimes, they would need to invent new war crimes specifically for Vader-Though to be fair he is not the only living member of the Empire’s ruling body for this to be true). If he does need to be charged, and they could figure out what with, does his fall to the dark side constitute a mitigating factor (some kind of diminished capacity) or an enhancement (like a hate crime)? Where does killing the Emperor fit into any sentence he would have to serve? Is there even a way to enforce any sentence that a court could impose?

All of these questions and more would have to be answered before any trials could commence (including: how far does “following orders” mitigate actions, and how far up the chain of command can that excuse be used?). In the meanwhile Anakin hangs awkwardly around with his son when he is able.

Luke wants, deeply, to help his father become comfortable around people again. He also does not quite…understand is probably the best term…understand the depth of the horrors that Vader/Anakin created in his 20 years in the suit. In his mind he knows, and has been told, most of what Vader has done, but to a certain extent he separated Anakin and Vader in his mind so there is a bit of disconnect (Some understandable cognitive dissonance).

He is at least aware enough that he is not looking to find Anakin friends among the rebels, who would naturally think of Vader first (and thus it would be uncomfortable for all involved). He understands that asking someone like Leia to try and befriend the being that tortured her then blew up her planet is not a good idea.

But there is one person he knows thinks of Anakin Skywalker and Darth Vader as two different people. Obi Wan Kenobi. Who is decidedly avoiding Anakin (in this Anakin can not blame him, the return to the light means that he does actually need to face everything he has done), but is also low key avoiding most people. Mostly Obi Wan is staying around the clones that still live (both to help those clones with their own guilt over their actions while chipped, the fact that their aging has finally been brought to human normal, and frankly because he likes them more than most people these days-I imagine at least Cody-CodyWan for the win-, Rex, Gregor, Appo, and Wolffe but there are a good crowd), and the few Force users that survived the Purge. Also spending time with Leia.

Now a few things need to be made abundantly clear at this point. Luke does not know of the horrors Anakin perpetrated, as opposed to Vader (For all that Palpatine labeled him Vader before the march on the temple, I always headcanon that his last act as purely Anakin was the slaughter of the children in the council chamber but even then he did not truly become Vader until after he finds out that Padme died), not really. Few enough who live remember the march on the temple, what it meant that the temple (the home of the Jedi) was pillaged and burned. Fewer still ever knew that it was Anakin that led the march and slaughtered the children.

Oddly enough, Anakin Skywalker is the only person in the galaxy who knows the true horrific extent of his own crimes.

So Luke, with all the best of intentions, notices that Obi Wan is avoiding Anakin, and decides he will help his father and his teacher/mentor/uncle/that weird dude that lived in the desert makeup. Luke is attributing the awkwardness to Anakin’s 20 years as Vader (which, if we are being completely honest, is the least of the issues between Anakin and Obi Wan).

Luke decides he is going to hold something like a mediation to bridge those 20 years. Anakin is, at this point, incapable of denying Luke anything and agrees (in spite of the fact that even he can tell this will go poorly). Obi Wan does not actually agree as Luke does not tell him what they are meeting for, but once he arrives is semi blackmailed by Luke (leveraging the whole ‘you told me my father was dead thing/you lied to me my whole life’) which really only works because Obi Wan is also fairly vulnerable to young Skywalker children who remind him of the people who Obi Wan has lost (Satine would have done something similar, Obi Wan think nostalgically). Thinking that an audience would help create a more neutral location, Luke makes sure that Obi Wan is accompanied by a few of the clones (Appo in particular), and that Leia, Han, and Mon Mothma (as one of the few people who remember Padme and Anakin) are in the room. There are others.

Now Luke has all the best intentions with this, but he is, at best, missing some very critical information. At worst he is taking after one of his father’s worst traits (so sure he can fix a relationship that is not his, and is probably better left broken).

Both Anakin and Obi Wan silently agree to humor the sunshine boy. At first they try to keep it to lighter disagreements and misunderstandings (who saved who and who made the situation worse kind of thing). Anakin brings up at one point being unhappy that Obi Wan hid his children from him for almost 20 years, Obi Wan corrects that he hid them for almost 10 years from Vader, since he believed Anakin actually dead for the first 10, during which Vader maintained that Anakin was dead. Anakin withdraws his objection.

Then Anakin brings up the limb removal on Mustafar (which causes most of the room to go still, no one but the clones-whom Obi Wan had told- knew about the Mustafar fight). Obi Wan shoots back with an slightly irate rejoinder that it was a really measured response considering that Anakin had just: led a group of brainwashed soldiers into their home and slaughtered as many men, women, and children that he could; choked his very pregnant wife; ignored repeated attempts Obi Wan made to end the fight without further violence.

It was at this point that Appo started to have a panic attack (being one of the few surviving Clones who was actually there in the temple). Obi Wan looked over at Luke, apologized and said this was not a good idea. Then left with the clones, all trying to calm Appo back down.

The entire room is just…dead silence. Like Luke everyone, barring Anakin who did know this was going to go so badly, had sort of forgotten that Obi Wan was more than the weird desert guy who hung around with the clones, and sometimes Leia. Luke is sitting there, really pale (He did have good intentions).

Like the people who realized the Jedi suffered a genocide when the Empire came into power had mostly died, the few that had survived all these years had buried that knowledge under the subsequent horrors of the Empire (They also largely forgot, or didn’t understand the horror of the chips both in the context of Order 66 and following orders in the Empire). It was not done out of maliciousness, or even ignorance, because the Jedi and the Clones (in that they lost everything of themselves and their culture in a moment) may have been the first genocide of the Empire but it was not the last.

I’m not sure where it would go from there, other than Anakin is charged with so many war crimes and accepts whatever punishment is determined.

#obi wan kenobi #star wars au #anakin skywalker #codywan #luke skywalker #leia organa #star wars #star wars original trilogy

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Since he’s my favorite to love and angst, what’s Warriors’ backstory in your Chain as Cryptids AU? Does it involve a lot of angst? Is Linkle (personal hc her as Warriors’ sister) involved? It’s fine if she’s not but is there angst?!

I don’t know why but he and Wild are the best to angst. In my opinion, others are different.

Hmmmm Warriors. Sword Spirit. Cool guy.

I will make a post (eventually) with a detailed backstory for him, but here’s some little bits of information!

He was created, not born. No family, because that’s not how spirits work. (Linkle is there, though. They’re close but not blood related because Sword Spirits don’t have blood). I think his sword is wielded by his Zelda until he’s discovered by the rest of the Chain.

And OH are they confused by him. Wars is pretty distant from the others simply because they have no idea how to interact with him. He probably gravitates towards Time, because Time is a literal God and even if the others don’t know that yet, Wars recognizes that he’s the most powerful in the group. So Time wields Wars’ sword.

Okay okay so I said that they don’t know how to interact with Wars at first. Like they stumble across his sword after being teleported to his era and they’re just like “but where��s the hero?”

It’s Sky who recognizes that he’s a Sword Spirit, and Sky who knows how to deal with (take care of) Warriors. The others (Four) mostly see Wars as a sword and have a hard time understanding a sentient sword. And (namely Wild) will see him more as a spirit, disconnected from the sword. Wild and Wars, both being spirits, can communicate telepathically with one another but they are polar opposites. Wild, the Child of the Mountains, a being made of light and attuned with nature vs. Wars, Sword Spirit, metallic and rough and industrial.

Sky, however, has experience with Sword Spirits. He’s met two of them in the past, and has respected both. Fi? Was very young for a spirit. Only a few thousand years old and was asleep for MOST of that time. But through Sky’s adventure, she helped him greatly. He depended on her. And as she spent time with him, she adopted his traits and developed a personality. (Seriously, towards the end of Skyward Sword, she’s so sassy. And Sky is the sassiest Link. She learned that from him!!! My heart). And then there was Ghirahim. Ghirahim was a Sword Spirit, much like Fi, but he was much older. He was awake for all those thousands of years- awake and independent of his Master. So he developed a very STRONG personality. And even if he was terrifying and creepy and tried to torture Sky at every opportunity, Sky respected him.

So immediately, Sky respects Wars. Warriors’ story is about finding independence and learning to be himself. What he is, without a Master. In the beginning of his adventure with the Chain, he is very much like Fi. He calls them all Master and he spends a lot of time retreated into his sword. In the time that he’s outside of the sword, he’s in his Hylian disguise since he believes that it makes the others like him better. It’s easier for them to understand if they know what they’re looking at haha!

Sky detests this, by the way. He’s always telling Wars to be himself. He encourages him to speak his mind, even though he talks in percentages and calculations for the most part (which is weird to everyone else but Sky gets it). The others also aren’t super comfortable with being called Master but Sky gets it. Sky’s a pretty understanding guy haha.

BRO THIS ISN’T AT ALL WHAT YOU ASKED FOR I’M SORRY. But yeah there’s some information about Wars. And a little bit of angst I think. I personally think that Sky and Wild are the easiest to write angst for, but that’s just because they’re my favorites haha. But yeah, Warriors’ main conflict is to learn about himself and accept himself. Only then can he be accepted by others. And it’s a rough road, but he’ll get there. Eventually.

#chain as cryptids au #lu warriors #i answered question #cryptid lore #links meet au

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A Comparison of No Longer Human's Yozo and Bungou Stray Dogs' Dazai, Part 1

Disclaimer: I'm just a person with a keyboard, a book and a passion for stories, I don't have a degree, I'm just having fun and making connections where I see them. If you don't agree that's fine, but don't come for me.

An exploration of what I think are shared themes, symbols and character roles surrounding Yozo's life in No Longer Human and Dazai's in Bungou Stray Dogs.

Spoilers for BSD main timeline, Fifteen and Dark Era. And Spoilers for No Longer Human

Yozo’s Childhood and Dazai Disconnect From People

For the most part Dazai’s childhood is completely unknown in BSD, so we can’t directly compare Dazai’s and Yozo’s childhood experiences, but Yozo’s childhood could help explain some of Dazai’s mentality when interacting with other people.

In No Longer Human we learn that Yozo has felt emotionally disconnected from the people around him for as long as he can remember, that disconnect formed a constant fear of others, of making them angry with him and of the idea they would hurt him. He copes with this by becoming a ‘clown’, making himself laughable and therefore not suspicious in hopes of being accepted.

‘This was how I happened to invent my clowning. It was the last quest for love I was to direct at human beings.’ - Yozo, No Longer Human ‘I thought, “As long as I can make them laugh, it doesn’t matter how, I’ll be alright. If I succeed in that, the human beings probably won’t mind it too much if I remain outside their lives.’ - Yozo, No Longer Human

In the early manga/anime of Bungou Stray Dogs, though we don’t see Dazai express specifically a fear of other people, we see he uses humour as a way to compensate, telling jokes that often feel out of place because he doesn’t know how else to express himself. He makes light of situations not because he doesn’t care, but it’s how he connects.

In his attempts to help Atsushi, who has no money to buy his own food, Dazai offers to buy him whatever he wants, but he makes a joke about Atsushi's choice. He's clowning here because he doesn't know how to simply offer earnest help.

Although, unlike Yozo who is terrified of people being angry with him, Dazai has no problem using his humour to agitate and get under people's skin, like the way he is constantly poking fun at Kunikida. I still think this one of Dazai's unfortunate ways of connecting with people as he is mostly shown messing with people close to him and engages less in such behaviours with people he doesn't.

When Dazai doesn’t know how to make light of the situation he goes quiet, often getting a serious look on his face. Like in the warehouse scene when Atsushi is talking about himself negatively, Dazai reacts by not reacting. He clearly wants to say something to him, but doesn't know how. He’s processing, he wants to bridge that gap but he doesn’t know what to do, at least not in the beginning of the manga/anime.

Dazai also react similarly to this when Nikolai is mourning Fyodor. Him listening without commenting is how he shows sympathy

We see him slowly evolve from his terrible attempt to comfort Atsushi after dispelling Q’s ability, to him eventually making Sigma believe in both him and the Agency. He's still learning how to connect with people throughout the story.

This comedic act could also hint at why Dazai left his home as a child. In NLH Yozo’s high school is situated away from his hometown and family, he lives with a distant relative whilst attending it. He finds himself more at ease there because strangers more naturally believe his clowning and lies. Unless we are given an actual backstory we may never know why Dazai was so depressed when he met Mori or why he willingly went with him, but being able to essentially reinvent himself and having his lies more easily believed may have fed into it.

It something he also does when he joins the Agency. He doesn't want to acknowledge his past if he can help it.

Family is something Yozo feared and perhaps it was for Dazai too.

‘An actor dreads most the audience in his home town; I imagine the greatest actor in the world would be quite paralyzed in a room where all his family and relatives were gathered to watch him.’ - Yozo, No Longer Human

We do get to witness Dazai’s fear of others later in the manga through his present day relationship with Ango. The betrayal he experienced through Ango has left him emotionally scarred to the point he holds back when forming new friendships, keeping everyone at far more of a distance than he did Ango or Oda. It’s a betrayal he can neither come to terms with or walk away from. He still takes his pain out on Ango, but then creates scenarios where he’s dependent on him too. He simultaneously fears losing Ango for good and being open enough to get hurt by him again (and others as well).

Dazai is relying on his connection with Ango for this plan. It's shown in BSD that Fukuzawa has connections that could have helped them here, but Dazai wanted to go to Ango, he wanted to create a scenario where they needed each other.

Kyouka’s entrance exam and Dazai’s connection to the outside world in Meursault are both plans that wouldn’t have worked without Ango. He’s still someone Dazai feels strongly about and respects.

Though, a respected man isn’t something to be admired or envied in Yozo’s eyes. They are a clever liar who has succeeded in tricking their audience and gaining their trust. Someone to be exposed and weary of becoming. Someone who will betray you, just like Ango did to Dazai. The plans Dazai involves Ango in usually require him to lie to/manipulate/or betray his current organization. Dazai still sees him as inherently deceitful, he just uses it to his advantage now.

‘My definition of a “respected” man was one who had succeeded almost completely in hoodwinking people, but who was finally seen through by some omniscient, omnipotent person who ruined him and made him suffer a shame worse than death.’ - Yozo, No Longer Human ‘What would be the wrath and vengeance of those who realised how they had been tricked!’ - Yozo, No Longer Human.

It is heavily implied Dazai is the reason Ango's air bag didn't work. Just one part of his vengeance upon the respected man who betrayed him.

This definition of a respected man might also be why Dazai slacks off so much around work. Yozo, whilst being the smartest student in his class, fears that reputation and uses his clownery to maintain popularity amongst his peers and his unassuming appearance. He doesn’t want to stand out as a respected individual and neither does Dazai. He actively seems to discourage Atsushi from thinking that way about him by fooling around, even though it doesn’t work because Atsushi still greatly admires him.

The other pivotal experience that relates to Dazai from Yozo’s childhood is his friend, Takeichi.

Takeichi is an interesting character because he starts out as someone Yozo is afraid of. He’s a student who sees through Yozo’s class clown act and calls him out on it. Yozo then proceeds to essentially stalk Takeichi out of fear of being exposed as a fraud, only to end up inviting Takeichi to his home and spending time together. They become friends, he’s the only person Yozo actually opens up to, in a meaningful way. Takeichi symbolises a genuine human connection for Yozo, a way into the regular world, but as they grow older they are separated and Yozo grows distant from people again.

Takeichi for me is both Oda and Ango.

Oda and Ango are Dazai’s first friends. Dazai forming his connection with them his first step into the light, into connecting with other people rather than sitting on the outside. As Children Takeichi and Yozo discover their love of impressionist art. Yozo starts to paint self-portraits inspired by Van Gogh, they are a glimpse of his innermost self, which he shows to solely Takeichi. This mirrors how Oda and Ango create that safe space for Dazai to be himself in the Lupin Bar. That bar is their canvas where they are free to paint their souls without fear. They don’t judge and shun Dazai the way the rest of the world seems to have.

‘The pictures I drew were so heart-rending as to stupefy even myself. Here was the true self I had so desperately hidden. I had smiled cheerfully; I had made others laugh; but this was the harrowing reality.’ - Yozo, No Longer Human ‘Naturally I did not show my pictures to anyone except Takeichi. I disliked the thought that I might suddenly be subjected to [other people’s] suspicious vigilance … On the other hand I was equally afraid that they might not recognise my true self when they saw it’ - Yozo, No Longer Human ‘To Takeichi (and to him alone) I could display my easily wounded sensibilities, and I did not hesitate to show him my self-portraits.’ - Yozo, No Longer Human

In fact when Dazai leans too hard into his clowning act Ango is the one trying to discourage him from it. There's a genuine care for Dazai's mental health and safety shown in these moments.

Though just like Yozo and Takeichi in NLH, Dazai, Oda and Ango are separated. For Dazai it doesn’t symbolise a descent back into the darkness, but perhaps a journey cut short. Instead of the three of them coming into the light at their own pace, Dazai is thrust ahead, ill prepared and alone. Oda is dead and he can’t rely on Ango because of his betrayal. Dazai is stuck in a liminal space with no one to guide him on how to become 'more human'.

Before Takeichi and Yozo are separated, Takeichi makes what Yozo refers to as prophecies about Yozo’s life. That he’ll be popular with girls and a great artist. To some extent both of these end up true, Yozo has many girlfriends and he does become a paid cartoonist, but his relationships are chaotic and unhealthy, and his job is unreliable and he hates it. The prophecies are also curses. This to me, is like Oda’s last request of Dazai, he tells Dazai to be a good man and to help people. He does this in an attempt to save Dazai from his own spiraling and give his life some future meaning. Dazai chooses to live by these words, we constantly see him struggle to do so, Oda’s words haunt him as much as they guide him. His promise and his curse.

And that's it for Part 1! If you read all this way then thank you very much for your time, I hope you enjoyed it! I don't know when Part 2 will be out because I'm making notes as I re-read through NLH, but hopefully it won't be too long!

#bungou stray dogs #bsd dazai #bsd odasaku #bsd ango #bsd chuuya #rambling #my writing #I don't know why I'm so nervous about posting this one #posting and running away;;;;

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JK live 21 July 2023 London - Part 2

cr./to the creators of the content used in this post.

How do you start a part two of such a hugely significant live?

I guess I'll continue straight from where I left off.

JK has changed, is changing, and he wants us to understand it and accept it.

JK talks about how he got his courage from us and he wants to use it to try new things, that might make army uncomfortable, so he wants to find a way to do these things but also take army into consideration because he feels like he is not alone in this, he's with us. So he wants to communicate openly with us as a friend, bringing up suggestions as to what next, laughing saying without it being a spoiler.

And he goes on...

And here's the punchline.

This is him saying: it's not all about you. As much as I love you army, this here is also about what I want and what I need to make me happy!!!

And here am I wondering if he’s only talking about the creative process. Because to me this feels like him also telling the fandom that there are boundaries. Boundaries to which they can expect or demand things of him. That he too needs to be happy within this relationship with army. And that army needs to respect that as well.

This here folks is him cutting ties with his idol identity.

He's not disconnecting from army, not at all. He's also not saying "it's all about me and my happiness", but he is saying to us "it's not all about you anymore - this is me, I'm a real person, I deserve to be happy as well. See me, acknowledge me, let me be me and be happy, and we, Jungkook and army, will find our happiness together."

JK reads one of the comments asking him if he is crying. He answers that he is not but he is clearly emotional and continues to say that as a 25 yo man :

He struggles to find the words, but he wants us to be understanding towards him.

As you see, JK is continuously drawing that line. The one between those that love him, and he loves them back, and those that hate him, don't see him for who he is. For those that love him, he wants to give his all, and within that relationship he wants to be honest and open and natural - a friendship with us.

And this is a sentiment that is on repeat throughout the live.

Again JK talks about army cheering him on, and having to repay army but:

This live, what he was talking about, it was important army all over the world will see – hear what he is telling us.

JK talks a little about deleting IG. Tries very diplomatically not to dis IG, but in ever so many words says that the way to show himself honestly was in the lives, even that side of him (talking about being drunk). Not flawless. HUMAN. REAL. (less company control – this is me talking not JK).

Again, the real person JK, not the idol JK.

Thing is, in all that talk about deleting his IG account all JK did was explain why he preferred the lives, and not why he went and deleted an account with over 50 million followers, lol.

But what he’s saying is that he wants a direct line to his fans. And he thinks he can achieve it with the lives.

And there you have it folks. The company being Hybe, not BH. BH are the boys. Hybe is “The company” that is trying to impose what they think the boys should be, what they should sing about, what their image needs to be, all to be able to capitalize on them as much as they can until they enlist and until their contracts are back up for negotiation. JK has shown us in the past few months, starting with his late night lives, his deleting the IG account, the JM promotion lives, that he is done with it. Done with what “the company” wants or expects of him. And he wants to care even less about what the company thinks or wants of him.

Again. Comfortable.

We talked about what that means, didn’t we?

When are you most at comfort? When you are being yourself! No walls, no masks, no hiding, no omitting or lying. Being yourself.

Again talking about the friendship relationship with army…walking down the street meeting up…

JK brings up again people criticising him for doing the lives while drunk – so what? And then he goes on to talk about an interview he did in the past - he knows there are those that care about him, for them he will give his all.

JK, well aware of the voices, those that don’t like him, those that criticize him, those that hate him:

Just JK saying fuck all the ops in his very nice and polite way.

Piss off, fuck off is what he wants to say, but he's too nice, too polite to say it. He is definitely a much better person than myself, because I will very loudly and bluntly tell them just that. To fuck the hell off, go live their lives and leave him and JM alone. And that includes those that claim to care about JM and go on to back JK, because they are just as bad if not worse than 'the others'.

So if, by any chance, what JK is saying is lost in translation for those antis, then here it is:

FUCK YOU HATERS!!!

Another proud moment right there!!

Funny bunny asks for permission to go to the restroom, lol.

But before he goes,

And there you have it.

If you were thinking for one second that I was talking out of my ass in part 1 about him having notes. He came prepared. He had things he wanted to say. Things he HAD to say, and he wanted to make sure he said it all.

JK’s back for the toilet, yay.

JK telling us, once again, he loves us. And he sincerely does. That’s just who JK is. People need to listen to what he tells us, not only now, but over the years what he told us too.

This here is something that made me sad:

Him saying “if I don’t get strong the reason that I am loved or cheered for disappears”. But he also says that is what he’s communicating with us about and that we will get stronger together. I feel like this is him talking about growing together. He's changing, he understands that the fandom will have to change as well. If army have the same expectations they had of him only a couple of years ago, well that won't work. He's grown, he's different, he wants different things for himself, and army needs to recognize that, accept it and grow from there together with him.

JK again, talking about wanting to have drinks with army. Man is on a mission, lol.

He wants his own Suchwita style show, only with army, lol. But the company, that is literally terrified of him, will be monitoring (he knows what he knows, lmao).

He’s asked in the comments if he would be able to handle drunk army, only to ask in return if army will be able to handle him, to which he answers that he doesn’t think they would, lol.

This JK too.

Getting comfortable while talking again about being himself during lives, even if he makes mistakes or disappoints army. This is him. He takes responsibility for his actions.

"Someone who is really nice and proper..."

"Those people..."

Again JK defining the people that he cares for, as such.

Continues that he hopes army are healthy and those they care for are too. That he hopes they are happy and healthy and that “you have a lot of happy moments in life”.

But notice, this is about “good” people.

So he's really saying that army to him, those are the good people. Those ones, he wants them to be happy.

The others, the haters, they for him are not army. He doesn't say what he wants for them, but he definitely does not wish them happiness as he does for the "nice people".

He thinks he will have to work to find that too – happiness. That is such a mature way of thinking. Because yes, happiness, lasting happiness is not something that is given to us, it’s something that we need to earn, to work hard for, and to continue to work in retaining it.

So, towards the end is when he lands the final blow. A big one.

"Anyways this Jungkook that you love, I hope to live up to that."

like “Oh? This isn’t the Jungkook that I know”

"Yeah, that's ok...I'm going to live my life properly."

He struggles a little with how to say it, can’t talk dirty, doesn’t want to be too nice…

At this point he has a little trouble organizing his thoughts.

He wants to live life free and fun, for himself and army.

Again the word comfortable is brought up.

That moment there literally broke my heart into tiny little pieces. It's not just the realisation that JK knows that there are people out there that hate him, it's the "there's a lot of people that hate me..." and repeating it again "there's a lot of people"...

Why anyone should have to go through life feeling hated by others, strangers, people that don't know him at all, people that make assumptions about him, people that tell lies about who he is. People that write vile hateful things about him. No one should have to go through that. But JK, humble, big hearted, loving, talented, amazing, precious man that he is, most certainly shouldn't be dealing with so much vile hate against him.

I see him seeing it. The hate towards JM and himself. I see JM seeing it. JM is silent, he just withdrew, he doesn't share his thought with us like JK does. So I'm living through JK and his hurt and disappointment. And I know that this is how JM feels as well. Like I said, no one deserves this, but those two especially don't. And it's just heartbreaking to see they know it all, and those that think they don't or that they aren't hurt to their core by it are living in denial.

JK and JM may not see posts like these:

But they most certainly see people that express sentiments like that and worse.

I chose to link this one I just happened to come by and that infuriated me, because of how fucking ridiculous that ask was. JK ungrateful. JK arrogant, full of himself. That there are actually people that think this. To people like that, people that put these words to paper without having the basic decency to go and watch content, see what JK talks about, read what he says, go see what others that work with him NOW say about him: humble, talented, work ethic, perfectionist, soft exterior, kind and so much more, I say go fucking watch his live and count how many times he says he's grateful for army. Thankful for army. This is the ONLY member that has torn down that wall between himself and army and literally voices wanting to be friends with us, and you call him arrogant and full of himself? What planet are these people living on?

So yeah, these sentiments and way worse, they see them. They see it all!

Again, he wanted to tell us things, he came with a plan in mind.

Ok, JK at the end, the whole goodbye was hilarious. We needed some mood lightening, lol.

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Time to sum it all up.

Theme throughout the live: gratefulness, thankfulness, please understand me and accept me for who I am.

Words repeated throughout the live: army, grateful, fun, happy, friend, natural, comfortable.

JK was open and sincere and very drunk. Like his drunk sleeping live is nothing compared to how drunk he was in this live. He did tell us he was out celebrating with the staff the end of his promotions and that he was drinking hard, lol.

He was also all over the place. But I’m attributing that to his neuro-divergency. If it wasn’t apparent up till now (let’s be honest, JK screams neuro-divergent), then the live was just so clear. He had things to say, but you could see how he was getting distracted, couldn’t keep on track, and although liquid courage is good at times, in this case, perhaps too much of it, felt like it had the opposite effect on him.

So on the one hand we had a drunk JK who wanted to tell us stuff, really wanted to get things off his chest. And on the other hand, a little too drunk to articulate what he wanted to say. And that's why he was a little all over the place, lol. But he's such a precious soul, and he only ever means good. Even with those that mean him harm. When talking about those that hate him, not a bad word from his mouth, even with a loosened tongue, but you could see the hurt in his face.

So what did JK say?

He loves army.

He made that abundantly clear.

No matter what, army has been by his side for 10 years supporting him even more than his own parents (he apologised to his parents for voicing this sentiment).

He wants to be friends with army. Drink together, eat together, meet on the street and say hi casually. Basically friend zoning army.

He isn’t a child anymore, he is an adult and he’s growing still and changing still.

He is going to continue to do things according to his gut feelings.

And with all of that change, he’s trying to tell us that he wants us to continue and be by his side. Continue to trust him and love him and support him even if he’s not exactly the same JK that debuted years ago.

JK establishing this friendship between himself and army and asking for us to continue to accept him and love him even if he changes, but also know that even if there are those that don’t accept it, that is not going to stop him changing.

He wants us to know who the true JK is, even knowing there are those that don’t accept him, don’t wish him well and even hate him. That is not going to stop him being true to himself.

And no matter who he becomes or no matter what and how much he reveals of himself, army are a part of him, and he loves them so much.

The comment with the parents it’s about showing army just how much he appreciates them standing by him, supporting him even more than his parents did since debut (he apologises to his parents for saying that).

He needs people to see him as a grown up. Not the maknae anymore. Yes he’s the youngest in the group, but hardly the youngest idol out there, and it’s time for army to acknowledge that. He needs for them to acknowledge that. Acknowledge he’s a grown up. Acknowledge he’s an artist. Acknowledge he is making his own artistic decisions. Some may be right some may be wrong, but he is taking ownership over them.

He is disconnecting himself from his idol identity. He is a person, an artist, and not something that is there to fulfill the fans wants, needs, fantasies. He wants army to be happy but it's a two way street. Army needs to understand he wants and needs to be happy as well. And we can achieve that happiness together.

Another thing that came to mind was separating himself, who he is, from the others.

And you can like or dislike what he does. It’s ok to criticise as well. As long is it’s not malicious. He understand that not everyone will agree with him or like what he is doing. Just like friends don’t always agree on stuff. All within the boundaries of appropriate discussion and no hateful behaviour.

In a way it’s a turning point for his relationship with army:

I love you. I want to continue and be friends with you. But not only have I changed and I am changing, there are parts of me you don’t know just yet, parts that I want to reveal to you as well. And I want you to continue to love the new me. But if you can’t, it’s ok, we don’t have to continue to be friends anymore.

Those that care for me I care for them too. Those that hate me, let them live their lives…

This is JK asserting himself as an individual, a mature young man and artist as of his own. He is part of BTS, but BTS is not all that he is. Kind of like a teenager asserting their independence within their family. And he loves his family (army in this case), he still wants to be part of it, but he also needs to find his own path, be allowed his independence and be allowed to find his own happiness. If he's happy, so will his family be. And this here most definitley isn't only about his music or professional decisions!!

Something is coming. I just feel it in my bones.

#Jungkook #JK #JK Seven #JK live

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maleyanderecafe · 1 year

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A Cry for Help(Visual Novel)

Created by: ItsYaBoi

Genre: Horror

A Cry for Help is a nice game that’s created by the creator of See Thru: Need a Friend which is a pretty nice game that I got to play for the yandere game jam. It’s pretty short, but the yandere in this one is quite different from it’s previous successor (which is cool) and has a lot of fun things going on. This game is r18 though, so please keep that in mind. If you are curious, you can see more information at @stnaf-vn.

The story starts out with the player working at a call center. They immediately have to deal with a bad customer. Working overtime, the player gets a strange call from someone.

Upon accepting the call, the caller, Rook begs the player to help him find his package asking them to type in the number. When the player is unable to pull up the package, Rook panics more, believing that his life will be worthless if he can't find this package.

If the player comforts Rook, he will disconnect afterwards and the player sends out a welfare type of line just in case. Upon going back to their car, the player worries about Rook before meeting him face to face. Continuing to speak with him, the player starts to realizes that this person is Rook as he thanks the player for helping him. You can try to give your contact to him when he asks, which makes him extremely happy.

Rejecting giving him his number will leave him kind of awkward but he seems understanding about it, promising to come back another time.

Bolting to the car will cause Rook to try to chase after you, with Rook pressing his hand against the window and begging for more attention before the player drives away.

Generally rejecting him will lead to a creepy smile seen in the rearview window when the player drives away.

For a relatively short game, I think the way that it's able to put up a sort of eerie atmosphere is pretty good. From the frantic nature that Rook has when he can't find the package to the way he acts when you reassure him, it makes you curious to wonder what was inside it that was so important. It also does seem relatively realistic at some points considering that a lot of stalkers in real life tend to act similarly when they're on their last thread (so to speak) and that having that one person who is nice to them causes them to become obsessed. It is interesting to me that rejecting Rook's attempt to get the player's phone number doesn't seem to make him mad, only a bit awkwardly hesitant and it feels as if there's a bit of delusion with it as well, with him stating that you shouldn't give your phone number to people you don't know. The animations for Rook are pretty nice as well, with small movements to sell his nature.

Rook himself is a pretty well, pathetic yandere (which is my favorite because of course it is). Considering this one act of kindness gets him to find and talk to the player so quickly really is something that I didn't expect. He also seems a bit delusional as I've stated before and from what I can tell, it doesn't seem like he would really cause the player any harm (at least not intentionally), and just that he doesn't really know how to act around them. It does make me wonder what happens when the player does reject him instead of consoling him, considering the face that appears in the rearview window afterwards. However, considering this does seem to be a oneshot game, its probably not something we will find out.

In any case, A Cry for Help is once again another great game with a pretty cool yandere. Again, I think it's nice to be able to have different yandere types for your games and stories (I know it's hard for me to make different yandere types but that's because I'm generally biased for certain types) and the creator did a good job. If you haven't tried out the game, please do! It's pretty fun.

#A cry for help #male yandere #yandere #yandere boy #recommendations #visual novel

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do you think gabriel had always acted like he did as when he was first introduced in the show: a prankster, raunchy and goofy, even as an angel? or do you think that was a product of his being on earth for so long, adopting a trickster's mask and got so used to the gimmicks of it he became that way naturally; or the excuse to be as such brought out his personality that he had only been able to show in glimpses back in heaven? or was he more like the Archangel of Judgement biblically described, the angel who burned up Asmodeus and stalked Loki and his sons to take them out one by one because they wronged him?

Definitely post leaving heaven, everything about the way Gabriel talks in regards to home is so bitter it’s festering within him. Everything that is wrong with Gabriel boils down to the same traumatic point over and over again and that is that he literally felt he had no choice left but to flee. He loved his brothers, he loved his home. He’s an angel of incredibly high standing, I don’t imagine the chauvinistic behaviour we see from him came naturally at all to begin with. The killing bad people and the sadism? Sure, definitely could’ve been a continuation from his time as an angel. But goofy prankster? Less so, especially with the little snippet we get from Lucifer who says Gabriel got a lot of these little tricks of his from him, and so I imagine that to mean something a little more malicious than pure in intention. I like to think this tricks and bonding this between Gabriel and Lucifer was more an attempt at corruption and control, because if Lucifer could turn just one archangel then that would have been it really. Game over.

Gabriel is angry, he’s self righteous, and under all of that at his very core and buried under a mountain of masks and snippy remarks there is love and there is naïveté which I love to keep saying but I really see it there. He’s the angel of music, and his trumpet is a war cry. I feel like that sums him up in a way where words fail me. He’s a lot of things all at once and I think all of them are genuine but on a sliding scale with that softness that has him go “Dean…” and look at him so sad when he’s yelled at to heartlessly stab Lucifer all the way at one end as most genuine and chauvinistic bastard all the way at the other end- still genuine, but not as true to who he actually is as a person.

There’s that sweet little saying that the crease in our lip is there because Gabriel comes to gently shush each baby after it’s born, and another that says he carefully picks out every soul for every baby to make sure it’s just right. He’s loves his brothers so much he would rather deprive himself of everything he is and deny himself his love, his home, his culture, his language- everything. He would rather leave all of that than dare to pick a side between Michael and Lucifer because it’s all too much he he loved them too much to watch them fight anymore. He’s a warrior yes, but he’s assigned to some of the most tender of human moments, he’s who they send when they want word to be passed between celestials and mortals, it’s his call that will warn humanity that their time is coming.

I personally believe that it was hard to become the trickster, it was an affront to nature and akin to peeling off finger nails. I believe having a support group like he found with the Norse pagans was helpful, it would’ve soothed a lot of nerves to find comfort in a place so previously thought sinful and obscene and that would pave the way to true freedom and disconnect from heaven to explore other aspects of his personality because these pagans really aren’t all that bad and shockingly that was all a lot of bullshit propaganda and he’d been toting the long so long he forgot that wasn’t true.

I think some days Gabriel hates himself. I think some days he looks in the mirror and drowns under the weight of his self inflicted depersonalisation. I think if given a real chance Gabriel would go home in a heartbeat and he would thrive having actually explored every facet of human existence and can preach from a place of genuine understanding. I crave prince of the heavenly host Gabriel like he’s air, i think he would be magnificent at it and he would find it rewarding in a way being the trickster never was.

His tricks are hollow, and he drops the whole charade like tiktok and a micro trend post unfinished business and I don’t chalk it all up to depression because to me his season 5 appearance has this looming emptiness where it feels like he’s going about his day to day like this is normal and he likes this but his mind is elsewhere with heaven.

I think you can walk like a duck and talk like a duck, and find meaningful connections and relationships in joining your local duck enthusiast community and find real joy in understanding their cork screw penises and how they fuck so so so weird and nasty, and it still does not make you a duck.

#sorry I went on a tangent with this one it’s just such an interesting question and I can never be normal and give a straight answer #it’s like Hmm well we just consider the implications of this other episode actually-#supernatural #spn #gabriel spn #asks #sona’s lore

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michael evans behling, pansexual, cis male + he/him, mage «—◦—→ well met, everest phillips! the godling born child of aphrodite. it’s been 26 years and now they have answered the song in their veins. can he change the course of history with their cooperation, extroversion, + resilience? or will their aloof nature, arrogance, + impatience hinder them? only time will tell before this godling’s name is sung into myth and legend!

name: Everest Phillips nicknames: Ever. Mt. Everest date of birth: May 19, 1997 age: 26 face claim: Michael Evans Behling godly parent: Aphrodite height: 6'3" dominant hand: Ambidextrous education level: Some college (Dropped after the first year) occupation: F1 Driver

parents: Jonathan Phillips. Deborah Phillips-Kim (Step Mother) siblings: Jonathan Phillips Jr., Noah Phillips, Lilian Phillips-Kim, Trevor Phillips-Kim. pets: none

astrological sign: Taurus positive traits: Cooperative, Extroverted, Resilient, Charming negative traits: Aloof, Arrogant, Impatient, Egocentric habits: Will be up before anyone else and make it everyone else's issue to deal with. Can be overfamiliar with people like they were friends forever. quirks: Fidgets with whatever jewelry that he is wearing. When he's completely concentrated in something he bites his bottom lip. He actually really likes to cook but the problem is that after he's done making it, he doesn't want to eat. So, he prefers to cook for others instead. pet peeves: Loud eaters. People who don't pay attention to what's being said hobbies: Cooking. Sketching. Swimming. Jogging. Legos. People Watching. Singing.

sexual orientation. Pansexual. Homieromantic sexual position. Top - Vers

clothing style: Ever since he became an F1 Driver, his appearance to the public became just as important, maybe even more so than his career. Luxury brands loved to dress him due to his natural charms and looks, fighting to be the one highlighted in the next event. Even in the rare occasions he's out in public, all that he wears is meticulously chosen and styled for him prominent features: His height. Smile. Perfect Skin.

what were they doing when they hear the song of their godling blood?

Just finished his daily practice and he was in the middle of a meeting where other people were talking about his performance and making decisions for him.

class: Mage. inspirations: Aphrodite from Hades. 24 Hours by Sky Ferreira. Morrigan Aensland from Darkstalkers. Enchantress (Amora) from Marvel. The unnerving feeling of being alone despite being in a crowded room. Loki from Marvel. Sit Down Beside Me by Patrick Watson.

biography: Everest was born in Austin, Texas, the middle child of five. There was some disconnect when it came to his siblings, because the two oldest were sons of his father's first wife who passed away, and the two youngest were twins to his newest wife. Leaving him to be the middle child of a mystery woman that no one has met, not even Everest. So it was a very common joke that he was just adopted.

His family was very affluent, which brought a lot of comfort to him. However, that wealth came with a lot of lessons of proper etiquette that didn't quite land with Everest like it did with his siblings. The others were bright and studious, doing everything to make themselves and their family proud. While on the contrary, Ever was very rambunctious. He wanted to be in all of the athletics he could, took a liking to thrill rides at a very young age, and had a deep love for racing. They thought that was something normal for a young kid until they realized he wanted to be in those cars, and begged his parents to take him karting all the time.

Of course, if he wanted to continue his passion, Everest had to be good in school. And he did just that. Though it was never explicitly stated that he had to be the one doing his own work. It's not like he was forcing other people to do it, but he did find that a little smile and a please had some of his classmates volunteering to do the book reports or his part of the group project that didn't have a desire of doing. But it's not like he was coasting through school either. He could do his work if he wanted to, he just asked for help. Other than that, he was a social butterfly who participated in a lot of extra curricular. It's not his fault he was popular.

Once he graduated high school, he gave college the good ol' college try, but after his first year he thought it was better for him to drop out and focus on his career since it was finally taking off. Ever since then, he was thrust into a world of glamour and social hierarchy that he somehow has been readying himself for a while now. He was making a lot of money through his career, but his image soon became the biggest focus of it. Possibly shadowing the racing he loved so much. And although he knew he should happy about the success he found from this, he was conflicted. Still, he smiled through this inner turmoil and tried to enjoy this new life, even though what was important to him was the thrill of the race.

Well, that was until he came across a new type of adrenaline rush.

#godlingintros #everest phillips ;; visage #everest phillips ;; about

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💚❤️✂️🥊 engel. you mightve alluded to some of this stuff in the lore comics but im bad at reading subtext and its kinda hard to find everything for just one character at a time

I'm honestly impressed that the previous ask was also engel and the same emoji wasnt picked twice! also that's completely fine i do comics once in a blue moon anyway. most of my oc lore is in random drawings to be honest

💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

Contrary to popular belief he is a cis guy. People have been misgendering him and thinking he's a girl for like 10 years now. Honestly, he doesn't really care, masculinity means nothing to him and he generally enjoys fucking with gender expression. He doesn't even mind being referred to with feminine terms (he refers to himself as "girlfailure" with high frequency). But with all that, he IS still a guy; he just doesn't let people limit him based on that.

Sexuality is a whole other can of worms because he has literally no idea. He's spent most of his life (especially surface life) in some kind of limbo, confused, sheltered, all of those things, or just focused on something completely disconnected from the concepts of romance or sexuality. He's never entered a social situation or a friendship with the intent to make it into anything more, and the only times he's been in inherently intimate situations have been when they've been unexpectedly pushed onto him (which he doesn't really like). It's... not really something he's thought about. Or naturally stumbled upon. It's not like people around him aren't dabbling with relationships, but he's never considered doing one himself. Or wanted to? He doesn't know if he'd even be comfortable trying. It's not like he doesn't think some people are cute, but is that... what IS that? He's not too fussed about it but he's been a little conflicted.

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

now he DOES actually keep good memories and cherish them. You could argue he daydreams and dwells on the past a little too much. Most of his good memories are band memories, of course, he has a TON of good memories with his friends. There's very few things that can match the euphoria of being on stage, finishing a set and just taking in the noise from the crowd. And basically cooking in the stage lights to the point of lightheadedness, but still having to be dragged off the stage because that feeling is SO special, such a special connection to all those people who felt touched by your singing, and the culmination of sitting on the floor for many months and many nights on end writing down shit that ends up as song, and then that actually going somewhere and resonating. It's SO special.

So to put it short, most of the gigs he's got to do are HIGH UP on that list. Studio sessions with the band, friendly banter, going for pizza afterwards. Fan meets. Some memories going all the way back to his teens, finishing a Turf match with his team and going out for ice cream, with him just sticking around and coming along despite having no idea what they're doing. And of course album releases. Interviews with a few kind of dodgy questions thrown in there that make him double take. Celebrating Squidmas with his friends and family and feeling like he belongs somewhere for once. Those kinds of things.

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

He has a bunch of bad memories. That much is pretty obvious. But we're only picking one, and I can think of one right now, so let's do that one.

Dodo leaving the band. HOLY CRAP. The moment it happened really didn't feel like a super defining event in Engel's life when it was fresh, but it was Bad. It is almost singlehandedly The Thing that derailed his life completely for the next few years. Initially he thought he wasn't serious, and once it turned out that he actually WAS serious and that he wasn't interested anymore and wouldn't be playing, it was more disappointing and upsetting for that tear in the friendship and the loss of something he felt connected them. Connected the whole team, even!

But it rapidly became apparent that it actually meant the band was just Over. Once it really set in, Engel couldn't just randomly pick up a new guitarist, because it's literally not the same thing and this was a huge change. Dodo pretty much cut him off completely, probably tired of him sending five billion messages every day asking him to reconsider, or maybe do part-time even??? And him suddenly leaving didn't only have an effect of "whoops, better get a new guitarist, then we keep going"; it was demoralizing for everyone involved. And with the synergy of a team that'd played together for several years, in tune and in sync with each other's feelings, it was jarring to just lose that in one moment.

Just over time, that short conversation has pretty much morphed into one of the worst memories he can recall just because while it didn't feel like much in the moment, he's now able to look back and actually realize how much went wrong directly shooting off from that One Thing. The band was pretty much his whole personality at that point in time and, poof, gone. AND his whole dream, and the trajectory that his life was on in that moment - which felt like the correct one. But then it was just gone.

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

Engel is a very creative person. He's also very social! So his favorite things to do are generally things that have to do with those two things. Obviously, songwriting is up there as one of his top favorite things; while he does most of the lyrics by himself alone on his floor, he looks forward the most to presenting those lyrics and his ideas for the songs to others, reworking them, coming up with even better ideas together, and of course creating full songs in the end. He would be at the studio 24/7 if that was sustainable and he didn't have a job and everyone else had the same level of burning passion that he does. But outside of music, he has some creative hobbies in crafts, mostly when it comes to outfit design; making bracelets and accessories and customizing clothes he already has. Just, with him having a day job, most of his free time tends to go into being on InkTok for 6 hours straight nowadays, and then just sleeping.

Most of the things he hates to do are chores honestly. Mostly to the point that he just doesn't do them. He has zero self-control or drive to do things that don't actively excite him, most of the time. So stuff like doing dishes, or mopping, or moving things off the floor, or changing the bed or doing laundry or... anything... it's usually not happening. In fact, it feels kind of unfair putting those things in this category, given he's usually NOT doing those things until he has literally no choice. If there's no immediate reward in it? It's not happening. Come on now yeah you can do the dishes but guess what? As soon as you eat cereal again that FUCKING BOWL will be in the sink again. And guess what? His kitchen is the size of a shoebox because he has so little space in his apartment and so many things and belongings in it that every ounce of habitable desk space is taken up by some Object already. It's horrible. It's an endless spiral. It's inescapable.

thanks for the ask!

#mailbox #dodo ocs #btw his executive dysfunction is debilitating and it's relatable. it's so bad.

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kaiandthestrangespaghetti · 2 years

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Wasteland, Baby (Part 03/?)

Part 01 is here, Part 02 is here

Pairing: Miami Man x F!Reader

Wordcount: 3k

Warnings: Rough smut, vaginal sex, bodily fluids, violence, body horror, hurt/comfort, angst, blood, post-fight sex, size kink, knife play and it wouldn’t be The Bad Batch without the (this time fairly mild reference to) cannibalism.

Summary: Arriving back at the Aircraft Boneyard you find out that Miami Man’s daughter has been taken hostage by a rival gang, you both set out to track her down.

A/N: You know the ‘I cant fix this man but maybe if I f*ck him it will calm him down?’ well kind of that but the other way around lol, this is my favorite one so far.

You only sleep for a few hours, and you suspect Cam didn’t come to bed at all. The sheets where he left you are completely undisturbed. Pulling your dress back on one handed you see the sky through one of the round windows in the plane fuselage; the tiniest hint of inky light making the clouds just about visible.

The board scrapes when you pull it out of the way and step onto the sand. Warily you glance around to see if the other inhabitants are around but there’s no one, only one figure with two flamingos on his back, sat on a tire by the low light of the nearly spent fire, forearms resting on his knees.

He doesn’t turn, he recognizes your footsteps. You sit down on the sand next to the tire and his hand naturally falls to rest on the side of your head, brushing gently through your hair. You both gaze at the flames for a while. For the first time you realize what might be ahead of you today. The people who took Miel were killers, then again…You glance up at Cam, maybe lots of people are out here.

An idea that becomes starkly real when he lifts his hand from your hair and carefully picks what looks like a rib from the grill over the fire and hands it to you. You’re beyond questioning now as you bite into it, the realization that you tasted better is weird. But you’re starving, so you eat six of them to the bone.

Cam looks at your bandaged stump as you sit there. He gets up wordlessly and disappears into the plane for a moment, when he comes out you grin; you’ve never seen him wearing glasses before, but there they are – a pair of spectacles perched on the end of his nose. There’s a roll of gauze and a plastic bag in his right hand. You just keep chewing through the tough meat as he sits down next to you, lifting your bandaged arm and peeling the old gauze away slowly.

As the last layer comes away it stings and you see the wound for the first time. With a sense of disconnection, you see where the skin has been carefully sewn over the cut. You didn’t expect that, did he do that? He appraises the work, the fire flickering in the glasses and he lifts a bottle of iodine from the bag, dousing the wound. You hiss through your teeth and his other hand rises to press soothingly into your back. The pain passes and you toss the bone into the fire.

There’s something about his hands; he’s so big but he has a careful, delicate approach to some things that’s hypnotic. His thick fingers with their lines of dark tattoo ink unspool the clean bandage and wrap your stump expertly, tilting his nose down to get a better view. He swaddles the wound, securing it carefully and your gaze goes from his hands to his face.

You’re biting your lip. He gets up to put the bandages away and returns to the fire without his glasses, his hand laying on the side of your head again. You lean against his leg and wish the sun wouldn’t rise.

Not long after dawn other people start moving around the settlement. Cam is talking to people and packing things onto the back of the bike. You are still an unknown element to the others, who either glare at you or glance curiously. But nobody comes near, even the obnoxious guy who’d come into the plane yesterday. Everyone is too afraid of Cam, or ‘Miami’ as they call him. You wonder if any of them know his real name.

Cam crosses the yard where the fire is burned down to embers. He’s changed into a pair of black pants, and as well as his cleaver there are two knives tucked into his waistband. He gives you a nod. Time to go. Before he climbs onto the bike he places one hand on your shoulder to stop you and you look up at him. He leans down and straps a homemade blade holster around your leg above your right knee, what looks like a black handled steak knife tucked into a short leather cover.

The buzz of the engine rumbles through you and you hold his waist tight as the bike streams across the sandy dirt, fingers gripping against the defined muscles in his side, chin resting against his shoulder blade. For a little while, like it had been on the way back, everything seems so placid and beautiful. Even the barren desert seems made for you both, the air is hot but it throws your hair out behind you and the smell of Cam’s sweat and the strap at the back of his blade holster against your cheek feel sweetly familiar.

Not too far off you can see a cluster of what look like mobile homes, the white exteriors gleaming in the sun. But they look derelict.

A sound like a firework, or a car backfiring. Something ricochets off the side of the bike near your leg and Cam hits the brakes, throwing you hard into his back and grasping onto him for dear life. The bike skids and he turns the back wheel out, throwing you both sideways and sending you rolling painfully into the dirt, the world turning over and over. He falls a little way ahead of you.

With your head still spinning the sound rings out again and only now do you connect in your head that it’s gunfire. Cam crawls on his forearms across the sand and grabs you by your good arm, wrenching you under the body of the bike.

“Idiot! He wants him alive!” A voice calls raggedly. You taste blood in your mouth where you hit the ground, Cam’s side is coated in dirt. For the first time you see him pull the cleaver from its holster with intent, twirling it deftly in his palm. “Stay down.” He breathes and you nod.

“Miami!” A voice screams from a way off. “Miami! We know it’s you. We don’t wanna kill you. Come out slow!”

You peer through a gap in the body of the bike, there are two men, one with a revolver hiding in the doorway of the shabby mobile home and another with an axe crouched just behind a rusted-out car. But not quite low enough. Cam pushes up with his left hand, pulling the weight of the cleaver back behind his shoulder and flinging it full force. You watch the arc of it, with a sickening ‘thuck’ it embeds in the chest and collarbone of the man behind the car and he falls screaming. Your mouth drops open. Cam drops back down, turning a throwing knife deftly over his knuckles.

“Fuck!! James! James!”

The other man makes no reply, you can just about see his limp arm stretched out behind the flat tyre of the car.

“You piece of shit!” The other man walks out from his hiding place, tall, his long blonde hair scraped back from his face, the revolver trained dead on the bike with both hands.

It’s like he understands the blade like another limb – barely ducking his head up Cam tosses the steel overhand, and it spins through the air, striking the blonde man square just above his knee. When he screams, he fires an errant shot and his leg goes out from under him. The gun falls and rattles a few feet out of his reach.

Some crazy impulse goes through you, this is it, adrenaline floods every nerve. You jump to your feet, vaulting the bike one handed and beeline as hard as you can toward the screaming man who’s clutching the blade in his leg. Blood dots the sand. You snatch the revolver and back up fast, training it on his chest. He looks at you completely confused; he didn’t know you were here. But the confusion turns to pain as Cam shoves a foot into his chest, laying him out flat on the dirt.

Everyone breathes hard for a few dense seconds. You’ve never held a gun before, but you think you know how it works, still your hand shakes.

“Miami…Miami wait.” The wounded man breathes. Cam leans down and lifts him by his shirt, he’s got that stare.

“You took my daughter. Where is she?” It’s not really a question.

The blonde man shakes his head. “We was just told to bring you in alive if you came! Elijah’s got her, at the compound. They’re looking after her I fuckin’ swear.” He winces. Cam searches his face.

“…Who?”

“Elijah, guy pitched up near Comfort. Your people took his brother a while back - Said he wants to raise your daughter with a real father. Paid both of us good for it.”

You can see Cam trembling, he’s working something out. Something you don’t have all the information on. Taking slow steps you move toward both of them, aim still carefully trained on the man on the floor.

It happens fast. The wounded man reaches down, wrenches the throwing blade from his leg in an arc of fine crimson and raises it over Cam’s head. He doesn’t make the downstroke. Your hindbrain kicks with an animal instinct and your finger contacts on the trigger. It’s loud. The recoil of the gun jolts through your wrist. The blade drops to the floor, next to the ruin of the blonde man’s head. As the noise fades all you can do is stand there wide eyed looking at what you did. Cam’s face and forearms are painted in red mist. He blinks, swallows.

It was like the shot carved a channel clear through fabric of what feels real, leaving an eerie space. For a moment it’s too quiet for what’s happened. But time keeps moving, pushing back into the space it had occupied.

Cam’s fingers let the body fall, smoothing a few strands of dark hair away from his brow. He picks up the dropped blade and stands. There’s wet blood on his chest and face. He puts a hand gently on your wrist holding the gun and lowers it, your muscles are stiff with tension. Silence rolls in once again over the desert. He scans the other buildings, listening hard. There’s no one else here.

The adrenaline is running through you like a drug, it’s addictive, but it feels like a poison too; everything in you is trembling with such intensity you can barely stand it. With your gun arm lowered you watch Cam cross to the car and pull the cleaver blade from the body of the man with the axe. James.

Still your eyes are fixed, pupils blown out like black holes. Your whole body feels both numb and on fire at the same time. Cam is standing close to you, again, watching you. You don’t notice it but you’re biting the inside of your cheek, he lifts your chin with bloody fingers and looks down at your face, trying to read you.

A painterly spray of red coats his left cheek, the rest is a fine mist over his neck and chest. Even standing you only come up to his ribs. But that doesn’t stop you, there’s an all-consuming fever in your bloodstream. The gun drops from your hand onto the dirt and you jump, flinging your one arm around his neck and clumsily trying to grip his hips with your thighs but he’s just too tall. You slide down and try again. Driven.

He grunts at your attempt but you barely move him where he stands… He’s got a look on his face not dissimilar to yours. But he can follow through more easily. His hand closes on your wrist and he turns you on the spot, easily, wrenching your arm up behind your back so hard you wince and marching you across to the old truck, broken down between the mobile homes.

Your cheek flattens against the warm metal of the hood as he bends you hard over it, shunting you forward so that your heels drop out of your trainers and you’re dangling with barely your toes touching the dirt. You struggle against him hard. At that he pauses, his grip loosening on your wrist where he’s pinning you. But the moment he lets up you give a whine of protest, legs splayed.

He figures it out; you want to fight, but not him. You want him, he’s the only thing that can make this make sense. He can hold you down while it runs through you, and you know it.

And he feels it too, his heart still pounding in his throat; grasping your arm in one large, bloody hand he stares at your black underwear and bunched up dress pinned over the truck. He’s breathing hard now, feeling your ineffectual thrashing. He moves in behind you. His clothed cock presses against your underwear and you moan – paradoxically trying to shove your ass back against him and escape his grip at the same time.

The cleaver hits the floor with a clunk and his right hand slides beneath you, cupping your throat, your pulse fluttering against the pads of his fingers and thumb. You try again to get your arm free of the locking grip but it’s no use. He’s leaning over you, chest pressed to your back, moustache brushing your ear when he grits through his teeth;

“You’re gonna tell me, lil’ one.”

It’s not at all a threat, but it doesn’t brook any argument either. A frustrated, blood addled groan leaves you and he’s caressing your throat, the heat of his hard, clothed cock pressing into your wet underwear. You nod frantically but he shoves against you harder.

“I said… you tell me.” It’s a near hiss now right in your ear. His grip on your wrist starts to hurt from your twisting. You scrabble to collect your scattered wits.

“Help, help…Fuck me.” You whisper raggedly.

He grunts hard and releases your throat, your face dropping back onto the baking hood of the truck. He tugs your underwear down only far enough to bare you and all the while you test his grip. His fingers run down over your cunt, pushing in to the first knuckle to test you. You hear his low growl and a glob of spit hits your ass and splayed cunt, thick fingers pulling out then sliding deeper. It stings but it doesn’t hurt, not badly, you just shudder and make nonverbal noises.

It's not slow this time. He needs it like you do, if your assailant had had slightly better aim, maybe you’d both be dead. When the head of his cock pushes open your outer folds, you try to lift your ass but there’s nothing to brace against, it doesn’t matter; he grasps your hip and sheathes into you so hard the air knocks out of your lungs and both trainers drop from your feet onto the sand, not even your toes remaining grounded. Pinned and suspended.

Almost instantly your vision blurs and your cunt grips hard and rhythmically against the heft of him, it took almost nothing and you’re gushing on him, mouth wide as if you’re gasping for air. Through the blur of your orgasm you hear him half mutter, half whimper something between the slam of his hips. His hand gives up your wrist to brace his forearms on either side of your head. When the last waves wash over you your knees knock against the truck and you shake, your body dangling, almost hanging on his cock.

The shunting jolts of his fucking pause and the little triangles that make up the tattoo on his left arm come into focus while you’re still panting, his lips brush your ear.

“A little blood make you that easy princesa?” A low, dirty, menacing purr. Almost goading you, relishing your mess, your frenzy, your vulnerability. There’s that streak of adrenaline again, but different – not fear but want. Deep, aching want. You don’t even know to what end but your freed arm darts down and snatches the blade from your thigh holster. He swats it out of your hand into the dirt, pinning your wrist flat.

You squeal when something thuds down with a bang a foot from your nose – it’s the bloody throwing blade, embedded an inch into the rusted metal of the old hood, tight in his fist. Your cunt clenches. He lets go and his hand wraps your hair like a rope, pulling your head back.

When he whispers in your ear again you can hear the smile on his lips;

“I know that game…I’m better at it than you.”

You shudder and then there is nothing in the world but his cock shunting mercilessly into you, so hard you feel winded with every thrust, but he holds your head up, back bent, he’s hitting something tender and painfully deep. As you come it feels forced, rather than drawn from you and he covers your mouth to muffle your scream.

He’s shaking, spilling into you over and over. You hear his thrusts turn wet as they slow. His sigh is hot on your cheek as he stops, letting you rest flat again. Your toes just about touch down on the ground and the ravenous frenzy in your bloodstream dulls to a sweet ache. You’re both panting.

“Better?” He lulls eventually, stroking your head. You nod. When he parts from your body you feel it acutely and his fingers pulling your underwear back up and wiping his messy cock against the back of them is the most tender insult to injury you’ve ever experienced.

He lets you go, guiding your feet down onto the ground and picks up the cleaver, walking to clean it on the clothes of the dead man still on the ground and peering into the mobile home he’d been hiding in. Still dazed you pick up your own weapon and slide it back into the holster.

“Princesa…” Cam calls to you, the irony of the cute pet name clearly not lost on him when it comes to you.

You join him in the doorway, your gaze at first questioning. He’s smiling, he gestures to a shelf inside.

It’s the payment the two men took for their agreement to bring you in.

Dozens of cans of tinned peaches.

You fucking love peaches.

#the bad batch #the bad batch fanfiction #miami man #miami man x reader #miami man x y/n #jason momoa fanfiction #jason momoa x reader #jason momoa fanfic #jason momoa smut

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kalena-henden · 6 months

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Taemin's whole life he's been pushed to be the company's next leader with little time to think of anything else because of how busy he was with work. Living with his family allowed for constant reinforcement of those self-sacrificing expectations at home as well. His year in jail gave Taemin a reprieve from both his work and his family. That's alot of time off to reflect on his life and what he wants out of it. One of the things he kept coming back to as he worked out in jail daily is how much he enjoyed training with Hyoshim and missed spending time with her. I'm sure this is what led to him to start looking at her in a romantic light. Which in and of itself is a natural thing.

When Taemin first calls Hyoshim after he's released, she is relieved and happy to hear from him again. She seemed to like him as a person and client. However, when he wants to start spending personal time with her, she begins to show signs of discomfort. This is the disconnect. During her year away from him, Hyoshim worried about Taemin as a person but this did not lead to any romantic awaking on her end. After a few times hanging out with him out of obligation, she only felt increasingly aware of the divide between them. Taemin feels at ease with her in a way he doesn't with his colleagues or even family. You can see it in the way he interacts with her and why he's trying to share about his life with her. Unfortunately for Taemin, Hyoshim doesn't feel the same. A handsome, wealthy man paying attention to her isn't giving her dreams of becoming his Cinderella. His notice feels like a burden she wants to escape. Each interaction keeps confirming that she doesn't want a romantic relationship with him.

The problem is that Taemin has given up his autonomy in every area of his life out of filial duty, exactly like Hyoshim. He's been unable to break free, but holding onto Hyoshim feels like a lifeline. He's about to hit his boiling point. If he lets go of the idea of a romantic relationship with her, I think he actually might break because there is no valve to release the pressure building up in his life. It's why he refuses to give up on her even though he knows she's not interested. He's grasping at his last shred of hope for happiness.

What Taemin doesn't realize is Hyoshim is not the right person for him because she is repeating his mistakes in her own life. They both need someone who will give them the encouragement and support to stand up to their superiors at work and families at home to take control of their own lives. This is the only way for both of them to truly find happiness.

Taeho appears to be the right person for Hyoshim. They challenge each other, making them consider things from a new perspective. Until recently, they've done this in a combative way but moving forward I see them doing this in a more respectful way. This brutal honesty has naturally led to an ease and comfort between them that will pave the way for their romance.

While it's a little early, it appears that the reporter is a good match for Taemin. Their interactions have also been combative and brutally honest. They don't hesitate to speak their minds to each other. Her family business is powerful enough to help him wield that power to help sway his company's board members. Also, she would be no pushover for Taemin's mom to control. Instead, she would flick his mom away like the annoying bug she is, giving Taemin the freedom to do as he pleases. Right now he's bristling at her advances, the way Hyoshim is bristling at his. The looming question is will he see the light before it's too late? Before he does, I think he's going to lash out in the wrong ways that will hurt rather than help him.

#kbs live your own life #live your own life #kdrama #kalenapost #kalenameta #this is my response to an mdl comment #and i thought i'd post it here too #i didn't realize i had this many thoughts on it #lol #anyway i'm really liking the romance between hyoshim and taeho

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feralsciencenerds · 2 months

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Out of both colress and Maxie, who is the one who confesses first and makes the first move? (Fluffy hcs are welcome too!)

OOC// Okay, that first one I'll definitely post an artwork for ASAP! But I'll do a few little headcanons now so you at least have something to read haha This... Might be pretty long whoops. I could talk about this absolutely endlessly, but for now I'll just pick the things that are floating at the top of my head. Thank you for your question!

Despite the fact that Colress and Maxie do butt heads frequently, they work surprisingly well together. Maxie is practically the only person Colress will accept advice from, and while Maxie's not quite as well learned in the field Colress works in, that different outlook on things is frequently exactly what the research needs. Similarly, Maxie isn't particularly great with technology, and of course, Colress is always happy to lend a hand with that. They offer fresh insights on one another's work, and while that doesn't always go perfectly, it is exactly what they need. They also absolutely let one another info dump about their interests.

Colress is extremely possessive over Maxie, and while most see that as a red flag (as they probably should), Maxie's actually very into it. He finds that possessive nature incredibly attractive and is very drawn to it. Colress is none the wiser about this, and it's probably best he doesn't know, because he would likely tease Maxie relentlessly about it.

Speaking of teasing, it's practically Colress' favorite activity. Originally, Maxie despised him for it, but he's come to somewhat appreciate just how brutally honest Colress is with everyone, including him. If he actually gets annoyed, Colress is usually able to tell and will back off, which isn't something he does with most people. Maxie's actually started to tease him back most of the time, so they'll just break out into playful banter at random occasions until one or both of them gets bored.

Despite the above, though, they do share a lot of softer moments. Colress is frequently aloof and rather disconnected from reality, but towards Maxie, he certainly has a softer side. He tends to be especially cuddly at night and in the early morning. He's also no stranger to some PDA, which was originally a problem when they were still trying to keep their relationship a secret, but is now a well known phenomenon in Team Magma's hideout. Colress' personal favorite thing to do is to stand behind Maxie and wrap his arms over his shoulders so he can pull him close against his chest. This is sometimes accompanied by some light swaying~

Colress usually has his hair slicked back, but when it's not, it's rather soft and surprisingly long. Maxie quickly found himself very endeared to early morning Colress, who had not yet had the time to put the gel in. He could sit for hours just running his hands through Colress' hair, and though the blonde complained heavily about it at first, he's found he actually really quite enjoys it.

They are completely terrible for one another. Colress' influence in a previously semi-reformed Team Magma has caused multiple very illegal things to happen, and Maxie's been a part of them all the way through. They're kind of this unique blend of toxic where the people who are most affected by it aren't the two of them, but others around them... Let's just say they do their best, but their best is still not great for the poor people of Hoenn.

Maxie is extremely emotional, and while this usually results in him blowing up at people, it's just as likely that he'll cry in private. Colress is the opposite. Generally speaking, he keeps his emotions under lock and key, which means the only time they come out is when there's so much pressure on the box that it breaks. When this happens, he tends to completely isolate himself because he doesn't want people to see. They are extremely good at comforting one another.

Neither of them are morning people, but Maxie's convinced himself he is for the greater good of Team Magma. Colress, on the other hand, needs to practically be shoved out of bed, and barely functions until he's had his morning coffee. He's made it a habit to cling onto Maxie and complain when they have to get up, but will eventually relent.

Speaking of coffee, Maxie likes his black as the night sky, whereas Colress wants his own to be practically only milk and sugar. He's got a rather extreme sweet tooth, and Maxie finds it incredibly funny.

Colress has always been extremely flirty with Maxie, even before they were together. He finds flustering him incredibly endearing, and even to this day continues to do it. He himself is practically impossible to fluster, but when it happens, it's surprisingly mostly in more domestic situations, rather than anything raunchy/flirty. Little things that make him realize that Maxie loves him simply randomly get to him at times.

Colress' love language is physical affection and gift giving. He'll head out on long walks while doing some of his personal research and while he does, collect cool and pretty rocks he thinks Maxie will like. Maxie, by now, has an entire box full of random stones Colress has brought him, and he appreciates every single one of them. Maxie's love language is quality time and physical affection. This frequently leads them to watching documentaries while cuddled together in bed while one or both of them info dump about their respective favorite things.

Maxie is one of the most organized people you will ever meet. Colress, on the other hand, is... Not. His coat probably weighs 3x what it originally did from the amount of stuff he's always carrying in it. Pens, paper, a random screwdriver, keys, paper clips, nuts and bolts, a laser pointer, some random rock for Maxie, a fidget toy... The list goes on. Maxie has, on multiple occasions, tried to get him to empty his pockets, but somehow, the next day everything is back in them. Despite the chaos, Colress always seems to be able to find everything perfectly. At least his room is kept relatively tidy.

They're disasters your honor <33

#pokemon #colress #team plasma colress #magma leader maxie #maxie pokemon #feralscienceshipping

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