#he is an anomally for sure

[sprout-fics]

Gaz is love, Gaz is life, I HAVE A KNIFE 😈

Vampire Gaz asserting his dominance when a guest vampire tries to bite his human for “funsies”?

(Also not the OG Vampire Gaz Anom! Praise the OriGinal)

You know I had to insert vampire Graves in this as a villain just for fun ❤️

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There’s an intruder in the manor.

It was with the flutter of ravens near the gate that you noticed it. A squawking cry that rose over the misty gardens with the gargoyles that seemed to trace your steps with stony eyes. Curious, heedless of the danger, you had crept through the dimly lit corridors just as sunset began to descend with hazy shadows cast through heavy overcast clouds. The hem of your gown traces along the marble floors, bare feet tip-toeing closer to the ornate oak doors that sit at the front of the grand foyer with it’s luxurious, golden inlaid staircase. 

A shadow. 

Or so you think, the way darkness seems to cling to the stranger as he strides boldly into the manor. He’s not as tall as Gaz, but what he lacks in height he seems to make up with in confidence, sandy hair raked back, a white cravat tied loosely at his throat, dark clothing that more befits a hunter than something akin to royalty. There’s a silvery scar on his right cheek, a broad line that you trace cautiously. You wither backwards on instinct at the sight of him, concealed in the dimness of a corridor as you are. The man radiates danger, and when you catch a glance at his eyes you see an ego there that speaks of desecration, an irreverence for the sanctity of this place you’ve come to call home. 

You need to find Gaz.

Yet as you turn back into the interior of the manor, back towards his bedroom, you feel a rush of air at your back. Goosebumps race across your skin. 

“Well aren’t you a pretty thing.”

You gasp, only to find your hands snatched in a vice-like grip as you’re spun, caught in the man’s arms as he peers down at you with hungry fascination. 

“What’s a little bird like you doing in a castle like this?” He ponders, and when his eyes dart down to the exposed flesh of your neck, where a healing scar of Gaz’s fangs rests, his eyes glint with interest. 

“Let go of me.” You whisper, voice hushed in your fright, but as you struggle this intruder only chuckles, low and dark at your fruitless efforts. 

“Didn’t take Garrick for one who’d keep pets.” This other vampire whispers, and when he grins you see his fangs glint white. You shudder, face ashen with fear. “Surely he wouldn’t mind if I just had a taste…”

“No-” You try, raising a hand to try and push at him in a vain effort. “D-don’t-”

“Stay still, honey, this will only hurt a bit.”

Panic flares sharply inside you, and you struggle with renewed effort, eyes bright with terror as his mouth opens, his warm breath fanning across your skin.

“Graves.”

Your captor freezes, his fangs only mere inches away from your neck, a hand holding you aside so he can descend to your flesh. Your eyes dart over his shoulder, finding purchase on the figure of your lover standing with poorly concealed fury behind the man who has you hostage. 

“Let her go.” Gaz states, fists curled at his sides. His eyes lack the warm honeyed gaze he offers to you, replaced by a glinting goldness that speaks of danger.

Gaz relaxes, twists to look at the other vampire, saying nothing but not releasing you. 

“I said.” Gaz repeats, and there’s a different tenor to his voice, deeper, a subharmonic growl that seems scarcely human

“Let her go.”

Graves only smiles wickedly, but heeds Gaz’s words and releases you. You push past him and flee towards Gaz, who catches you in his arms and holds you there protectively. 

“Don’t look so angry.” Graves chides mockingly. “I wasn’t going to hurt her, was just going to take a little taste.”

“What do you want, Graves?” Gaz snaps, arms sealing around you so fiercely it steals your breath. You’re buried in his chest, fingers gripping at his loose shirt with the draping sleeves. You refuse to turn and look at the man who’d threatened you. Yet you hear the pleased, menacing tenor of his voice as he speaks. 

“I only came to ask once more if you’d change your mind about joining my army of shadows.” Graves drawls, unbothered by the venomous stare Gaz levies at him. 

“No.” Gaz answers promptly, cutting off whatever offer Graves continues on with. “Just like the last two times you asked. The answer is still no.”

Graves tuts, annoyed. “That’s a damn shame, Kyle. I really do hope you reconsider.”

Footsteps. He’s walking towards you. Gaz says nothing, not even as you flinch, stiffen as they grow closer. You trust him to keep you safe, but even so you scrunch your eyes shut, feeling the breeze of the man as he stops just at Kyle’s side. 

“I hope you don’t regret this.” Graves offers, voice taking on a low, sinister tone, far departed from his earlier mocking drawl. It’s a threat, but you can’t discern if it’s to you, to Kyle, or to you both.

Graves paces a few more steps away before Kyle finally speaks. 

“Graves.”

Graves pauses, listening. Kyle doesn’t turn, doesn’t even bother to look over his shoulder. Instead he focuses on you, petting your hair comfortingly in a gentle gesture that is a violent juxtaposition to his next words. 

“If I ever see you again, I’ll kill you.”

Graves pauses for a moment, and if you had been looking you’d see the faintest glimmer of fear in the other vampire’s gaze. He covers it up with a derisive little chuckle, footsteps resuming as he makes his way towards the front door, a final, callous remark thrown over his shoulder. 

“You can try, Garrick. You can try.”

#gaz garrick x reader #gaz garrick x you #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick x you #kyle garrick x you #gaz fest #gaz fest requests #vampire gaz

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Random Hobie Headcanons [Prt.1]

me screaming about Hobie Brown just existing like these are just random headcanons of him doing fuck all and chilling but uuhhh this is also so long i had to split it in two parts so this is part one

chronic hobie brainrot u know how it is _______________________________________________

He's actually a fairly high ranking member of the Society

I like to think that Hobie - like Jessica and Ben - has a high ranking position in the Society

Even though he didn't mean for this to happen

Hobie's really good at working with teams, and persuading people. He's been Spider-man for a while, plus he has unique experience

He broke the barrier that 3 spider-people couldn't - sorry Miles you didn't loosen anything

Hobie would probably just ace every mission. In like record time

Miguel and Lyla watching it go from HQ and Lyla's like 'Oh, he's gooodd.'

The watches get a bug and need an update - but low and behold, Hobie knew about the bug and fixed his watch weeks ago. Chumps.

They need advice in taking down a particular anomally and Hobie is the only one with ideas that work -

And sure he may take the piss out of everyone and walk around HQ like he either owns the place or is about to burn it down but they can't tell him anything

He's just that good

I could see him helping out new trainees (and radicalizing them), checking in on every new recruit to see if they have a place to stay.

And Miguel respects that. Miguel isn't heartless, he cares about the society. And even though Hobie isn't doing it for him he appreciates the work Hobie puts in

Miguel probably knows Hobie is friends with Gwen, and that he was the one who stepped up when Jess wasn't

He loves to read

It just makes sense

With all the knowledge of anarchy and stuff, I assume he kinda has to be

I love the idea of Hobie and worn paper-back books that he reads again and again

All well loved, all second (or third, or fourth-) hand.

I imagine he reads a lot of non-fiction, and his favorite genre is history

He doesn't know why, but his brain loves reading about it and understanding the communities that existed in different times

But there are some fiction favorites he has, The Giver being one of them

He donates all the ones he doesn't absolutely need, leaving a sticky note in the front cover with a comment, same way he left one on Gwen's new watch

Hobie is a minimalist in morals

But not like the 'all white-house' aesthetic, but like the 'choosing to live with and on less to respect yourself, people around you and the world'

Everything he owns is second hand, and he likes finding really old cheap stuff, cause it connects back to the history thing

Every couch he's ever owned he's found on a street curb

He doesn't have much clothes, most of the stuff he does have were gifts, or from bands and shows

Instead, he goes to community swap-meets, and swaps his clothes for new ones every couple of months

He LOVES seeing other people in the punk scene wearing a shirt he'd swapped months ago, knowing it's gotten a second life

Hobie genuinelly tries not to throw things away if he can help it. Not in a hoarders way, but in an environmentally respectful way.

If he doesn't want it, he'll barter it away, or gift it to someone who'd like it, or make something new.

Even if something is broken, he'll try to gift it to someone who can fix it than trash it. He'd rather leave his busted TV at the door of a repair shop than a back-alley dumpster

He's low food-waste too

He's like 'Miguel bruv we don't waste empanadas in this house' and takes them for himself

He tries to finish everything on his plate (past survival tactic), but now he'll save it for later. Hobie be tearing leftovers UP.

He makes the choice to not carry money

Connects to the minimalist thing, also an anti-capitalist thing

Hobie doesn't like carrying money. As a personal thing.

Fuck he look like keeping pictures of the Queen in his pocket - absolutely not.

He barters everything he can - and he's good at it. He has an extensive network in the underground punk scene of London, and everyone helps out everyone

Weirdly enough, I feel like if you were dating him he's always ask for a fiver or ten quid or something because he genuinely doesn't carry money or change but somehow he's carrying a rare swiss army knife from 1935

But on the inverse side, if he ever comes across money for some reason, he'll have you 'hold it' in you wallet (just give it to you)

To him, it doesn't matter. He doesn't want to be attached to it. It's genuinely a moral he tries to live by.

He loves cats

He has a picture of a cat on his nightstand in his intro

I bet he has multiple indoor cats

But I also imagine Hobie being really interested and connected in the street cats in the neighborhood he lives and frequents (bonus point if cats are his special interest!)

He names them and knows their faces. Feeds them and checks up on them, tries to take care of them best he can

The ones who get hurt or a little old or weak become boat-cats, and they come live with him

He'll feed them fish from the river - and they always eat before he eats breakfast

None of them have bells or collars, they're not his pets - they're his little friends

He had 'weird' but practical eating habits

Hobie eats standing up.

He'll open the fridge and eat right there. He'll set the bowl on the table then stand in front the TV eating. He goes to the food court and doesn't sit down, just walks about

He's use to eating on the street, so to him, it's comfortable

He grew up going to Gregg or Tesco and eating outside. Grabbing something from the chip shop and scranning it as fast as he can before the rain starts coming down

He actually likes food, and wish he could get more into it - but fuck, he'll never be like those snobs that eat $500 dollar dishes at shitty restaurants

Small routines

In the morning, he takes the boat to the docks. Brush his teeth and get ready for the day

Next he feeds the cats that stay by the water, eating breakfast and playing records

He doesn't make his bed, but he checks all the parts of the boat's engine, just a good once over, and makes sure everything's running right

And then he HAS to say hi to all the people on the docks who know him - old men who'd been working there for decades, delighted when Hobie offered to help them unionize

He always reads before bed too, or on restless nights, he writes songs - practices new songs.

if you read this far, thanks! let me know if any of this mattered at all or if youre like 'sib what does any of this got to do with anything of importance bye have a good day and/or night

#hobie brown #hobie brown headcanons #atsv #spiderpunk #spider punk #marvel #across the spiderverse #spider man #spiderman

[bigoltrashpile]

NO WAY!!! COW ANON IS BACK. AND WITH A DESIRE TO KNOW HOW THE MAFIALUST BOYS WOULD REACT IF THEIR S/O DRESSED AS THEM!!! -COW ANOM (now with 10x more autism!!!!!)

WELCOME BACK COW ANON IT'S SO GOOD TO SEE YOU!!!!!!

Mafialust Sans (Con): To be honest, he's really not sure what to think. It's pretty sexy seeing you dress like him, but he likes when you're comfortable or naked instead of wearing something you don't like. Assure him that you like dressing like this, however, and he'll be all over you!

Mafialust Papyrus (Orchid): You sure know how to flatter a guy! He finds it super cute, and...really hot if he's being honest. He might even offer you some of his own clothes if you want, even the shirt right off his back if he wants to fluster you!

Mafiaswaplust Sans (Jazz): Jazz finds your outfit so cute! He jokes about you making "BOYFRIEND COSPLAY" a new trend. Hell, he might even dress as you for a while, just to see you laugh! Even though he likes seeing you in his clothes, he's even more excited to get you out of them~

Mafiaswaplust Papyrus (Ritz): Seeing you dressed like this sets off something possessive inside him. And boy, it's fun to see him like that! He'll look at you with half lidded eyes, clearly undressing you in his imagination, have his hands all over you, even give you a few bite marks on your neck. Who knew that just an outfit could flip that switch inside him!

Mafialustfell Sans (Grift): Much like Orchid, Grift is very flattered. He didn't know you could look even sexier than you usually do, and he's glad it's his clothes that pulled off the impossible. He'll soon have his hands all over you, squeezing and caressing every inch of exposes skin he can find. There's no need to get undressed so quickly though, just let him enjoy the view~

Mafialustfell Papyrus (Vamp): Vamp has the most intense reaction out of all of them. As soon as he takes in the delicious sight, he slowly takes a deep breath while looking you up and down. Then, almost like he was possessed, he instantly drags you to the nearest private place. Your room, a broom closet, an alley, it doesn't matter. He needs you, now.

Mafialustswapfell Sans (Swing): Although he tries to hide it, Swing is super flattered, and super aroused. If you're around other people, he'll shoot you a wink and a few flirty lines, but if you're alone...well, be prepared to have a good time~

Mafialustswapfell Papyrus (Maverick): Oh you know he's going to be taking dozens of pictures. He'll have a bit of an impromptu photo shoot, having you pose in different ways, and in various states of undress~ You just look so adorable, can you blame him for wanting to savor the delicious sight?

#my garbage #writing #sans #papyrus #sans x reader #papyrus x reader #mafiatale #mafialust #suggestive

[al-hekima-madara-blog]

Schoolgirls dictatorship and Naruto fandom

After a year hanging around in the tumblr Naruto fandom, I've learned with certitude that men (and women) are forbidden to have friendship and express brotherhood. But also, I've just noticed recently that poor general culture is a must. When you read a story you shouldn't be curious to google what you don't understand and expand your view. but in contrary you should tear down the plot to your limited schoolgirl comprehension of the world. And gaslight everything/everyone that/who doesn't fit to your desires. And if it's not enough, have a tantrum, call people names !

What do I mean by schoolgirl? You don't need to be at school, neither being a teenage not even being a girl. You can be a 40 years old mother of 6 with a deep schoolgirl mindset. Schoolgirl is a concept, a way of life, a philosophy of being. It's rooted from the idea that everything is about you somehow. What you feel is what the world shall feel, what you see is what the world shall see, and in the Naruto fandom what you want is what Kishimoto wanted too but couldn't say it loud enough so he needs YOU to make it more obvious to the ignorant mass of readers. Here is an exhaustive list of what a schoolgirl will demand and impose as canon no matter if it destroys the whole story in the process :

intense emotional romance (love or hate, with me or against me tropes)

intense hardcore sex (hormonal urges)

intense anxieties. Toxic love affairs, taking pleasure in the victimhood's position with a total refusal to acknowledge own mistakes is a peak.

abolition of friendship. It's a shonen but you know those sad and pathetic males in denial of their true feeling, stubbornly platonic who refuse to engage in graphic intercourses for the well-being of schoolgirls' libido.

meowmeow-fication of the world, the cuter the better. Why should we take into account the mysterious attraction in the otherness, the beauty, the paradox and awe in human's nature, human's temperaments, the subtle differences between men and women while it's so much more easy for your lazy brain when everyone is a babygirl.

Decontextualisation. War? shinobi world? history? geography? politics? nuances? foreign cultural norms? No this is too deep for a schoolgirl. You need storyline like junk food, it needs to be fat, heavily sweet and easy to digest. How dare you add subliminal references to others artists from past centuries, arts, mythologies? You mean the schoolgirl needs to actually open a non fanfictional book? Shut up !

I was reading lately a comment from someone stressing that there is "obvious" romance spotted when Madara asks Hashirama to kill him and in reverse when Hashirama chose to kill himself. I thought to myself : Ok maybe not everyone knows what is the bushido (google it!) ...but surely this fandom has seen before a war movie or knighthood movie or even spend time talking with actual soldiers? They seems to genuinely ignore what is a code of honour. Secondly we're talking about a japanese manga and the Warring state era is heavily inspired by the real Japanese warring state era (Sengoku Jidai). If you have watched the documentary Age of samurai on Netflix, they… decide to perform su*cide all the goddamn time! 😭 Often for reasons related to honour, avoidance of disgrace for the group after a general loose a battle. But also a su*cide can be a form of protestation, a way to tell an important message.

Emile Durheim (google him!), a sociologist who wrote a study about su*cide classifies them in 4 differents types : egoistic, anomic, fatalistic and altruistic su*cide. The well-known japanese seppuku performed by samurai is part of the altruistic form. When Hashirama is ready to die, It has nothing to do with emotional turmoil for the love of his life or whatever metaphysical anxiety. He wants to prove how strongly resolved he is to build his village and the new era of peace he dreamed of and for that he's resolute to give up his own life for the benefit of the group. It's true heroism and it's selfless (see, I'm not a fan of Hashirama but I can detach myself from my subjective feelings sometimes)

And just before that, Madara accepting death from Hashirama's hand (a former childhood friend) is also a proof how highly he esteems Hashirama as a victorious winner even if he is his arch-enemy. In his own way Madara shows his selflessness. In this precise moment, even in his personal pain and anger against the Senju, he's still able to recognise Hashirama's dignity and protect him from going through the same despair of losing a brother. But yeah that's too much effort… Schoolgirl fever is way more comfortable, right?

#Schoolgirl cognitive studies phD #believe it! #Naruto fandom #Madara #Madara Uchiha #Hashirama #Hashirama Senju #Hashimada #Naruto #Naruto Shippuden

[drfirsnogayny]

Sketches from High School AU

I'll call it Anom High

Pay attention to the detail that is in the design of more than half of the characters

Let me remind you that I decided to make a branch from the storyline. Therefore, it is not related to either the sequel to the original Kindergarten or the backstory of Applegang. Or maybe...

There will also be my characters from Biolitary school. (I'm too lazy to change their tags)

There's room for two more. Add someone?)

Bonus:

I'm not sure if Billy wears glasses, but he looks interesting with them

#artist on tumblr #sketch #kindergarten 2 #kindergarten game #kindergarten au #kindergarten anom high #kindergarten carla #kindergarten cindy #kindergarten jerome #kindergarten lily #kindergarten billy #kindergarten nugget #kindergarten protagonist #kindergarten monty #kindergarten buggs #kindergarten felix #kindergarten ted #kindergarten ozzy #kindergarten madison #kindergarten ron #kindergarten oc #kindergarten oc jenny #kindergarten oc byron #biolitary school matilda #biolitary school ivan #biolitary school emily #biolitary school gustav #biolitary school prescott #biolitary school cory #other tags in reblog

[mettywiththenotes]

I have so many feelings about Toshinori being an orphan ;-; I was kinda expecting it for be the token out-of-picture parent that most anomes have but him losing all of them in a traumatic experience gives his tendency to be alone and do things on his own a whole new light

😭

I remember there being theories about All Might being an orphan but I'm not quite sure how they started. It was probably after he said Nana was like a mother to him (as if to compensate for the lack of a real mother in his life). To have them confirmed in canon is wild

I agreed with those theories but idk. To have Toshinori actually say it, express so casually that his family was killed and he's been on his own ever since, is so heartbreaking T^T

I feel like Nana might have had the tendency to do most things alone as well, based off her casually saying her family was killed too, like it was so common place and not shocking at all

It shows how bad those times were back then, that families were being broken, destroyed and torn apart due to attacks all the time. I guess if that keeps happening, eventually people would start to think "I have to do this on my own. If I involve anyone else, they could also be killed/taken away from me" and probably start to blame themselves for their loved ones dying. Being strong enough would also play into it too, so you can imagine how much that must have hurt Toshinori given that he was quirkless, and you can see just how determined he was to get Nana's attention so he could do something about his weakness

(There's just so much to think about how it must have been back then for everyone, so lonely and scary and isolating. I could go on and on)

I used to think that kind of mindset for All Might started when he got OFA and after Nana's death, how involving people could get them killed and so telling Izuku to keep OFA a secret as well, but I bet it could have started even as a kid too. Growing up in a world as bad of a state as it was before would have that effect on people, I think

#thank you for the ask!😊 #asks with metty #bnha asks #bnha 398 #bnha manga spoilers #nana shimura #all might #toshinori yagi

[dailymothanon]

More Alaska Headcanon Ideas (because I said so)

-Due to Alaska's crime rates being much higher than the national average (i know this is cause the lesser amount of people the greater the rates would be but shush) Alaska has very strong intrusive thoughts and it sometimes makes him distressed

-Alaska probably got Anomic Aphasia. I did notice Alaska struggles with names (mostly gov's) but like, most of the time he only says their names after another says it so like, yeah.

-Alaska knows things about the states, he can associate them with things, he knows what they look like and what they're like, he just can't remember their names for the life of him (like when he recognized Florida is the Sunshine State)

-The aphasia also is the reason why Alaska can't be bothered to try to remember what lanes he's in and just uses moose and or bears as a point of reference, that, and he tends to just know his way around via visual checkmarks

- things just blur together to him much more easily compared to the others, that's why he uses terms such as the Lower 48, Outside (anywhere outside of Alaska), The Bush (the majority of Alaska that isn't accessible by road)

-He can remember Texas' name well cause Texas says his own name a lot - usually to refer to things large in size (Alaska picks on him for it obviously)

-Alaska, California, and Hawai'i all have a small history together that no one really knows of and it all ties back to when Alaska was suffering under the Russian American Company

-this one is just a joke but yesterday I heard a kid say their parents were gonna go away to get wood for winter soon, so imagine if Alaska was like "no guys i do have parents theyre just chopping wood it takes a long time no they didn't leave"

-Raven is basically a parental guide/figure to Alaska.

-Alaska and California discuss bears (the peak of evolution)

-He does put his hair up sometimes, but humanity isn't ready to see that

-Alaska's room is full of trinkets i've decided. Mostly little souvenirs he's gotten from around his state. From finding things during hikes or cool little things from small stores

-Alaska and Florida are buddies. Reason being? Florida has stated before that he thought Alaska was mysterious and cool, and their debates of who is the more dangerous/badass state wasn't heated, also Florida respected Alaska's wishes of being left alone when Gov wanted him to call Alaska (i have some more examples)

-Since Alaska has been shown twice not caring about nudity, I would doubt he does not care much about what he wears either. He's also spectacular on heels btw. My excuse for thinking this is cause moose technically in a way travel on heels (the heels being their hooves)

-calling Snowmachines 'snowmobiles' makes you a loser in Alaska's eyes. Like why would you call it that.

-Alaska loves chocolate but very much is not all that for candy

-He likes to be straight forward and gets to the point pretty often, states like New York appreciate that

-His spatial awareness is ASS. Alaska bumps into doorways and furniture all the time and it's hell for both him and the smaller states

-He tends to work along the flow of the seasons rather than the days, for example, when its fall it's the state's final burst of energy to get things done before the winter stillness, bears and all kinds of animals do this too

-he does indeed hibernate. Maybe not every year, but he could use it

i'll update this throughout the day if more ideas come to me

Updated ideas:

-Alaska is very strong minded. Mostly due to living all this time throughout isolation, he's grown to learn how to stay sane for a very long time and remember who he is

-he tends to get homesick quickly, sure, he has a strong mind but thats mostly for his sanity. But yeah, when the states moved into the statehouse he was the probably the first to become homesick

#wttt alaska #wttt #wttt headcanons #welcome to the statehouse #welcome to the table #ben brainard

[cluelessatthispoint]

HI ITS PLATONIC YANDERE ANOM HERE AGAIN IM SO SORRY FOR COMING IN YOUR ASKS AGAIN BUT I NEEDED TO GET THE IDEA OUT OF MY SYSTEM BEFORE I COMPLETELY FORGET ABOUT IT IM SORRY!!!!

I keep thinking of a platonic Yandere!RED Pyro with either a BLU Engineer!Reader or BLU Spy!Reader. The idea of Pyro, an absolute menace of a human, a danger to everything and everyone to some degree, a complete pyromaniac and ABSOLUTELY NOT sane in the head caring so deeply for someone who they are supposed to kill just fills my lil heart with joy.

Yes, they did force you to join their tea party with their "friends"(who are a bunch of dead parts of your teammates), they also broke all of your weapons and MAYBE went a little overboard by "begging you to stay just a little longer"(pointing their axe at you while starting directly at your soul) but like- c'mon! You two are besties!! It's normal!!!

They just want to spend their time with you out of battle! And your corpse after a battle or your severed head that Medic was experimenting on simply doesn't hit the same spot as talking to you while you are alive and "well"! Even if that means that they will have to tie you to a chair with a "lovely red and blue ribbon"(literally the tightest and itchy rope ever known to man) and "put a do not disturb sign on the door"(locking and barricading the door so nobody can leave or enter). They just want to spend time with you!! Is it so wrong to have you by their side on work days just for a few hours?? I'm sure your team won't even notice!! Just stay calm and let your good friend Pyro help you relax and forget about the outside world :D

(SORRY THIS IS SO LONG :()

To make this easier I'm going to write the reader as the BLU Spy. I really love the idea! Pyro is such a little crazy guy and I love him, not as much as engie. But it's pretty darn close. :) No worries about the long request, the more detailed the better!!!

warnings: platonic yandere, blood, mild gore and kidnapping.

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Being hired as the new BLU Spy for the BLU team was a surreal dream come true. The opportunity to go to new places and to see new things and experience different cultures while getting paid was really a great deal. Being under the tutelage of the former BLU Spy for years now you felt more ready for this job, than at any other job. The sights, the sounds, the comradery! It was perfect. Well, almost perfect.

Having worked for the team for a little over three months you began to notice right away that there was something up with the RED Pyro. That crazy arsonist seemed to target you every time in battle. No matter if you were cloaked or in disguise, he would somehow always know that you were there. It was so humiliating!

The time you disguised yourself as the RED Sniper he seemed to know right away. Remembering how you made it as far as the door to the intel room before he rounded the corner and hacked you to pieces with an axe. It was horrible. The feeling of white-hot pain and warm blood pooling out of you was one of the feelings that you would not have repeated. That damned RED Pyro, well. he has another thing coming to him that's for sure! Today for the match you made a plan. Before the RED Pyro could find you, you would find him!

The thought made you smile. With fifteen minutes till the battle started you set to finalizing every detail. Instead of cloaking and running to the RED Sniper's nest you would track around the RED base and disguise yourself as the RED Spy. Grabbing your tools and your invis watch you made your way over to the respawn room and waited. Before too long you were joined by your fellow teammates. The noisy din echoing off the tiled walls served as a comfortable distraction.

The memories of previous battles only fueled your determination. The disturbing memory of watching the previous battle's clean up flashed briefly across your mind. How from a distance you could see the enemy Pyro go digging around in the pile of corpses looking for something. You don't know why you stayed, why you watched him from afar. Maybe it was just morbid curiosity, or maybe it was just to simply be nosy. You weren't quite sure. But when the Pyro pulled your severed head from the pile you felt your knees wobble. The way he held your corpse in his arms seemed almost tender-like.

Shaking your head to clear your thoughts you readied your disguise. The voice of the Administrator signaling the start of the battle rang out loud across the field. Steeling your nerves, you cloaked yourself and headed out the door. Walking around the field, dodging bullets aimed for your fellow teammates you had only one objective in mind: to kill the RED Pyro.

Walking around the battlefield you noticed one thing that was odd. There were only eight RED's on the field. The Pyro was missing. Feeling a pit of dread well up in your abdomen you continued cautiously onwards. Finally making it inside the RED base you put on your disguise and walked freely through the halls. Every once in a while, the sound of soft footfalls from somewhere behind you made you put up your cloak in defense. Looking this way and that, there were no signs of anybody being nearby as far as you could tell.

"My nerves must be shot." Your soft voice sounded so quiet and yet so loud in the empty base.

Walking around, you couldn't find any signs of the RED arsonist anywhere. And it was really ticking you off.

Rounding a corner, you stopped dead in your tracks. There right in front of you, starring you down; like a mountain lion staring down its prey was the Pyro. Bringing a hand up to your face you adjusted your disguise, softly exhaling as you felt the paper between your gloved fingers.

"Ah, Bonsoir mon ami. I am just in here for a relaxing smoke."

Beads of sweat rolled down your masked face. Something wasn't right. The way he stared at you; something was wrong. Something here was very, very wrong. Trying to quell your rising panic you didn't notice how he took a small step forward. Then another, followed by another. Feeling your breaths increasing, you closed your eyes. Fight, flight or freeze. Three of the things that a spy should overcome if they ever wanted a chance to be successful in their career. Stopping in front of you the Pyro looked down at your disguised face. Being only a few inches shorter than him he still seemed to tower over you.

To Pyro, you looked so cute trying to disguise yourself as his friend. But he would always know who you disguised yourself as. After all you are his bestest friend. The way that you looked for him today seemed to prove that. Placing a heavy hand on your shoulder he pulled you into a hug. To you however, his hand pulled you into a chokehold. Feeling your mask slip off you flailed your arms and legs every way you could think of. Slipping free from his arms you ducked down and ran further into the base.

Feeling a smile rising to his lips he watched as you disappear as you rounded the corner. What a great friend you were; trying to find him first, then initiating a game of hide and seek. Oh boy! what fun! From the amount of time that passed from you searching him out to him choking you the battle was long over. The doors to the outside battle grounds were sealed shut. Finally happy to have his best friend over for a game of hide and seek and a sleep over he chuckled happily to himself. Oh, what a great time the two of you were going to have. Especially since the next scheduled battle would take place in a week. The idea of having a friend over for a whole week put some pep in his step.

You both were going to have a great time. Whether you liked it or not.

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Playing hide and seek with Pyro would be absolutely terrifying and so much fun at the same time!

#tf2 mercs #tf2 pyro #tf2 fic #tf2 #team fortress 2 fic #team fortress two #team fortress 2 #team fortress two fanfic #tf2 writing requests #tf2 request #pyro x reader #platonic yandere #yandere #pyrovision #oh no #how fun #how scary #pyro x spy reader #tf2 oneshot #oh well #panic #thank you anon <3 #great request

[battlemaiden13]

Actually now I’m curious, what are your headcannons and/or what’s cannon in HND for all your characters?? Like sexuality, gender identity or maybe pronouns? Because sure they’re all referred as he/hims, but is anyone question or kinda vibe with they pronouns? Maybe even Neo pronouns?? All Skellies + Lo, V, brothers and maybe we can get this headcannon of Kal??? Please and thank you!

~Long (at least not this time) Anom 💚𝒯𝒽ℯℴ💚

Ok so in HND if you asked these characters I feel like this is what they would say:

Sans Sexuality: Asexual - Libidoist asexual (those who identify as asexual but experience sexual feelings that they can satisfy with masturbation or self-stimulation) Gender Identity: Cisgender Pronouns: He/Him

Papyrus Sexuality: Demiromantic Gender Identity: Genderfluid Pronouns: He/him/They/Them 

Red Sexuality: Pansexual Gender Identity: Cisgender Pronouns: He/Him

Edge Sexuality: Demisexual Gender Identity: Cisgender Pronouns: He/Him

Blue Sexuality: Bi Gender Identity: Cisgender Pronouns: He/Him

Orange Sexuality: Bi Gender Identity: Genderfluid Pronouns: He/Him/They/Them Berry Sexuality: Pansexual Gender Identity: Agender Pronouns: He/Him/They/Them/She/Her Syrup Sexuality: Pansexual Gender Identity: Cisgender Pronouns: He/Him

Axe Sexuality: Asexual - Graysexual (Those who are graysexual experience sexual attraction either infrequently or not very intensely.) Gender Identity: Cisgender Pronouns: He/Him

Crooks Sexuality: Demiromantic Gender Identity: Genderfluid Pronouns: He/him/They/Them 

Nightmare Sexuality: Demiromantic Gender Identity: Agender Pronouns: He/Him/They/Them

Dream Sexuality: Panromantic Gender Identity: Cisgender Pronouns: He/Him

Ink Sexuality: Asexual - Graysexual (Those who are graysexual experience sexual attraction either infrequently or not very intensely.) Gender Identity: Agender Pronouns: He/Him/They/Them

Error Sexuality: Asexual - Sex-indifferent (This refers to those who feel neutral about sex and sexual behavior.) Gender Identity: Agender Pronouns: He/Him/They/Them

Killer Sexuality: Asexual Gender Identity: Cisgender Pronouns: He/Him

Day Sexuality: Bi Gender Identity: Cisgender Pronouns: He/Him

Roulette Sexuality: Asexual - Libidoist asexual Gender Identity: Cisgender Pronouns: He/Him

Sniper Sexuality: Demiromantic Gender Identity: Genderfluid Pronouns: He/him/They/Them 

Colt Sexuality: Pansexual Gender Identity: Cisgender Pronouns: He/Him

Musket Sexuality: Pansexual Gender Identity: Cisgender Pronouns: He/Him

Carbine Sexuality: Bi Gender Identity: Cisgender Pronouns: He/Him

Rifle Sexuality: Demiromantic Gender Identity: Genderfluid Pronouns: He/Him/They/Them

Louisa Sexuality: Bi Gender Identity: Cisgender Pronouns: she/her

Vanessa Sexuality: Hetrosexual Gender Identity: Cisgender Pronouns: She/Her

Asha Sexuality: Hetrosexual Gender Identity: Cisgender Pronouns: He/Him

Damian Sexuality: Pansexual Gender Identity: NonBinary Pronouns: He/Him

Nathan Sexuality: Aromatic Gender Identity: Agender Pronouns: He/him/They/Them 

Michael Sexuality: Pansexual Gender Identity: Transgender (female to male) Pronouns: He/Him

Kal Sexuality: Gay Gender Identity: Agender Pronouns: He/Him/They/Them

#hnd #house next door #housenextdoor #hnd headcannons #personal headcannons #feel free to say nope to any #I am so nervous

[swtorpadawan]

NPC Headcanon: Lhunu, the Last of the Rakata

@sullustangin tagged me for this one - thanks!

Lhunu, the "nice guy" Rakata the Jedi Consular encounters on Belsavis, is an anomally twice over.

First - he's one of the few "full" Rakata left alive in the galaxy, going along with that one unnamed guy with the Star Cabal (who is never followed up on) and the Imprisoned One on Tatooine (who is basically a supercomputer rather than a biological entity by the time we meet him in the game) Soa (who we kill during the Eternity Vault operation), Gorshaa (who introduces us to the Mother Machine) and a couple of others.

Yes, there are some "feral" Rakata we run into in the "Legacy of the Rakata" flashpoint, but they've obviously deteriorated a lot. Primitive. More on them later.

So he's an outlier as a Rakatan survivor.

Second - He's actually remorseful for what was done to the Esh-kha and to everyone else. Heck, he actually APOLOGIZES to Hallow Voice.

This is unprecedented conduct for a Rakata.

That makes him fascinating to me.

So when @sullustangin tagged me to say what he'd been up to in my Halcyon Legacy, I was totally down for it. I gave it a lot of thought.

I think after he secured the release of Hallow Voice and his Free Esh-kha, Lhunu would quietly make sure that all the other surviving Rakatan technology on Belsavis was neutralized as a threat to the galaxy. (No one liked those Transporters anyway.)

Then he'd slip away. There's nothing keeping him on Belsavis any more.

He'd travel the galaxy for awhile, possibly with a small escort of Rakatan droids. He'd travel discreetly, naturally. Few people know about the Rakatans and their Infinite Empire. (Czerka dis-believes their very existence!) But those who do have little reason to view them with anything other than suspicion and scorn. (And violence.)

I think he'd visit Voss, and consider how many mistakes the Rakata had made concerning Tython millennia ago. Mistakes that led to the creation of the Jedi Order. For awhile he'd think about what might have been before moving on.

Eventually, probably after hearing about the Order of Revan, he would go home to Rakata Prime.

There, he would see how far the mightiest species in the galaxy - arguably the most powerful Empire to ever exist - had fallen.

There's this old Einstein quote: "I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones." He may not have actually said it, but it resonates regardless.

The "modern" Rakata of the SWTOR era are basically fighting with sticks and stones. Yes, they have a small handful of mystics who seem to be using the Force, but they unquestionably sliding backwards.

He mulls his people's fate. Then he gets to work, gathering as much Rakatan technology as he can and making sure no one can ever use that technology to harm the galaxy again.

(Gathering up the Star Forge remnants alone takes him years.)

He is not a total hermit; he and Jedi Master Ulannium Kaarz, the Barsen'thor, remain in contact off and on, though there is a gap when the Jedi retreat to Ossus.

Years later, he reacher out to Ulannium and Corellan with the Eternal Alliance to inform them that Tassar, an exile of Zakuul, is trying to build a new Star Fortress at Rakata Prime. (This is one of the Alliance Uprisings.) He doesn't join the Alliance, but he does stay in touch.

Thanks for the prompt, @sullustangin !

Click here to ask me about other SWTOR NPCs !

#swtorpadawan talks #swtor npcs #lhunu #belsavis #sullustangin #rakata #rakata prime #rakathan transporter #legacy of the rakata #oc: ulannium kaarz #jedi consular #hallow voice #esh-kha #tassar

[unknought]

about the most recent Almost Nowhere chapter (chapter 40) and unreliable narrators

I think an important context for everything we see from Hector's perspective is this bit from chapter 34:

Hector knows.  Hector remembers all the shit we did.  He remembers the details.  He’d fucking better remember the details.

But Hector and our authors are not exactly on speaking terms right now, so that approach is a no-go.

So basically I’m just gonna give you the five-minute Cliff’s Notes version.  That’s all I know, because I’m not really me.  I’m just our authors doing some fucked-up role-play thing.  The real Annabel Lee is fucking dead, okay?

When we get scenes from the perspective of e.g. Cordelia, those are based on Cordelia's memories of her own experiences. When we get scenes from the perspective of Hector Stein, those are at best educated guesses, and at worst propaganda from his enemies. I'm thinking here of Umberto Eco's line from Ur-Fascism,

Thus, by a continuous shifting of rhetorical focus, the enemies are at the same time too strong and too weak. Fascist governments are condemned to lose wars because they are constitutionally incapable of objectively evaluating the force of the enemy.

and the way Hector always comes across as simultaneously pathetic and implausibly badass. (Not that Sylvie & co. are particularly fascist in most other respects.)

There's a sort of narrative fakeout in chapter 40: We're given a lot of reason to expect that we're about to learn what Hector is up to, both because much of the chapter is written from his perspective and because Sylvie undertakes a concerted effort to find out what he's doing. We don't, ultimately, learn very much about Hector's capabilities, what he's been doing, or what his plans are. And the reason we don't learn much is that Hector doesn't want us to. More literally, of course, he doesn't want Sylvie to find out, but it's made very salient in this chapter that our perspective is limited to that of the authors', and whatever they don't end up finding out, we don't get to know.

Almost Nowhere has a lot of focus on the idea of being-put-into-words as an act of violence. Most notably of course is the damage that Azad's translation does to the anomalings, and their attempts to mitigate and contain that damage incite almost everything else in the story. But of all the characters, it's Hector, not the anomalings, who is most successful at keeping himself from being a contained and comprehensible element of the story we are reading. For all the discussion of alien experiences as being incomprehensible and "not for us", it seems like a lot of the biggest questions that we as readers don't get to know the answers to are, ultimately, going to be variations on "what is Hector Stein's whole deal?"

But what about Twenty-Seven? She is also not one of the authors; does that mean that the many sections from her perspective are also fabricated? I don't think so. Cordelia is one of the authors, and Cordelia arbitrates with Twenty-Seven. Through her we can get a clear picture of parts of the story that otherwise might have been as murky and speculative as the parts from Hector or Annabel.

It’s a good thing Marika doesn’t know that I arbitrate with my girlfriend, she thinks.

Talk about a security hole, she thinks.

One last point, considerably more out on a limb than the rest of this (which was already pretty speculative): Grant is not an unintelligent guy, but almost every time we see him he's bumbling around and disoriented and the butt of the narrative joke. The recent instances of that are partly explained by Moon fucking with his head, but it goes a lot further than that. What if he's written that way because Azad wrote those sections of the narrative, and Grant just saw them and went "yeah, sure"?

#almost nowhere

[alltoolewis]

The moment we waited for- Ben Chilwell 🤍

When I tell you I sobbed when I seen his number come up 😥 So happy to see him back on the pitch & I can't wait for next season when he proves all the haters wrong once again! I also opted for a pic instead of my usual gifs as this holiday pic legit knocked me out 🤍

Thank you so much to the very kind anom who sent this in! I hope you love it as much I enjoyed writing it for you! & thank you for keeping my chilly content alive I missed writing for him so much! 💜

Request: what about you're super excited for the last game of the season bcs of the chance Ben might have some play time again and when he finally plays again you are over the moon. The moment they are letting family and friends on the field you are waiting for your turn and when you finally can you rush into Bens arms, not even caring that pictures might be taken as you just can't contain how happy and proud you are of him. The moment hilariously interrupted when mason comes to claim he is the one who won the price and should receive the hugs

"When is it going to happen..?" You sigh, glancing up the timer to see there were only 5 minutes of the game left & still no sign of your boyfriend coming onto the pitch. "I'm sure it'll be soon.." Alex smiled, wrapping her arm around you "I don't think Tuchel would get our hopes up for nothing!"

You knew you shouldn't have got your hopes up when you heard that Ben would be on the bench for the last match.. but how could you not when you saw him work his arse off for the last couple of months for this moment! If anyone would of told any of you that there was a chance Ben could make his return this season after the injury he had you would of called there bluff! But somehow here you were... waiting patiently for number 21 to be called up on the big screen.

"Oh wait..! He's moving" Alex screeched as Ben got up off the bench, eyes trailing him every step of the way as he spoke to the rest of the team before taking off his bib, indicating the moment was actually going to happen!

'Please make some noise for our next substitute making his way onto the pitch number 21! Ben Chilwell'

The stadium shook with cheers and applause as Ben jogged back onto the famous Stamford bridge pitch, giving the rest of the team a quick hug before getting into his well-earned position. Not being able to handle it any longer you burst into tears, causing Alex to wrap you in her arms "omg honey what's wrong?... I thought you'd be happy..."

"I am.." You sobbed, pulling out of her grasp as you continued to watch him for the remaining couple of minutes of the game "I'm just so proud of him.. seeing him out there right now.. I-its just too much!"

"You're so sweet.." Alex gushed, keeping her arm around you as you placed your head on her shoulder both of you in awe as the final whistle blows. You wanted to scream and cheer along with the other fans but all you could do was silently cry, not believing that the moment you and Ben both hoped for the last couple of months actually came true! & you couldn't be any prouder!

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The second the families were given the call that they could come down you sprinted down to the tunnel, impatiently waiting for your turn to be let out there! All you wanted right now was to be in his arms and nothing was going to stop you from doing so.

Pointing you out, Reece tapped Ben on the shoulder signalling him that you were on your way. But nothing could have warned him as you pounced in his arms, almost tipping the both of you over "Well hello there..." Ben laughed, wrapping your legs around his waist as he let you cling on to him "What's got you so happy?"

"I'm so proud of you right now Benji.." You cried into his neck ignoring his question, causing his heart to break. He knew how much the moment meant to you, you were his rock at the end of the day. Nobody stayed by his side as long as you had with his recovery... he owed you everything!

"Hey, hey... stop these tears baby.." Ben cooed, lifting your chin up to look at him "You're going to set me off!" Not being able to say anything else, you place your lips to his, ignoring the many cameras that were around the pitch or the lingering eyes of the fans... nothing else mattered but him!

"Urghh love birds calm down!" Mason chirped up from behind you, his player of the year trophy in one hand as he held summer with his other "There are kids present!" Laughing Ben put you down, giving summer a small wave before shooting his best friend a glare! "Why to ruin the moment Mase!"

"Sorry, bro!" Mason laughed, letting summer down to play with the rest of the children as he turned his attention back on you "Hey (y/n)… where's my smooch? I'm the one who just won the best prize of the season... this guy only played 3 minutes" He joked, laughing as Ben shoved him playfully. One thing you loved about Mason since you met him was how natural his relationship was with Ben.. no matter how many times they winded each other up or bicker they always remained brothers! "Watch it you!" Ben hissed "Or you'll be the next one to miss most of the season!"

"Don't think I'll be allowed to give you a smooch Mase.." You giggled, pulling out of Ben's grip to wrap your arms around Mason "A hug will have to do I'm afraid.."

"Awww it'll do, but I was hoping for one of your famous kisses!" Mason pouted, shooting you a wink "Look how happy they make little Chilly!" He laughed, pointing out Ben's very obvious hard-on as he tried his best to hide it from the cameras. His words however didn't go unnoticed as laughter erupted around you, all of the squad teasing Ben as his face flushed pink.

"I'm going to fucking kill you..." Ben groaned, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek before darting after Mason. Leaving you in hysterics in the middle of the pitch.

"Thank you..." You heard a soft voice come up from behind, turning around to find a smiling Tuchel. "I should be the one saying that.." You giggled, wrapping your arms around him "Thank you for giving him the moment we all were waiting for, you don't know how special it is to us..."

"He deserves it.." Tom beamed, letting you lean into his side "You all do! He couldn't of done it without you (y/n)..." The rest of the evening was filled with nothing but love and happiness as you all celebrated Ben's return and the incredible season Chelsea had. But the one thing that mattered most to you was your boy was home...

were he belonged!

#ben chilwell #ben chilwell imagine #ben chilwell one shot #laurawrites #ben chilwell story #ben chilwell blurbs #chelsea #Ben chilwell blurb

[kris-the-yan]

After more research I'm not entirely sure PosPos ACTUALLY has amnesia, as he shows strong signs of other conditions like anomic aphasia, or dysnomia, I think either one of these is actually canon, neither Sega nor Travelers Tales labeled his condition, they just said he has trouble remembering names and addresses.

[hankwritten]

No Fuss No Muss No Coconuts

Soldier/Pyro 1K

Friday (July 7) : Vacation | Relaxation | Holiday

If Pyro wanted to find Soldier, all they had to do was follow the trail of destruction.

Usually. Except this time, when Soldier disappeared from base with no word, no note, no screaming match that could be pointed to as the inciting incident, there was no trail of destruction. Somehow, that was most concerning of all.

Consequently, it took them a while to track Soldier to the off-season beach town, a lonely stretch of coast that had taken weeks to get to by foot. Even then, they’d only happened upon it because a few loose tongues in neighboring areas had been talking about escaped convicts and a man supposedly on the FBI’s most wanted list—and only then because the locals weren’t confident about their assumptions due to his partially covered face. Eventually, one week past the Soldier’s disappearance, Pyro took off after him, despite their teammates warning them strongly against it, claiming the stray dogs always find their way home.

Soldier was no stray dog. Not anymore! The team was his family, and they had adopted him, and if he’d gone off voluntarily then something was terribly wrong.

When they found him, he was facing away, staring into the setting ocean with his fatigues rolled up to his knees. The water lapped leisurely against his shins, damp crawling up skin to turn the balled part of fabric a slightly darker color.

“Soldier!” Pyro called, worry forgotten, replaced by only the uncomplicated joy of seeing their favorite person.

Soldier didn’t turn around at first, so Pyro splashed through the surf toward him.

“Soldier! It took me ages to find you,” they hudda-hu’d.

“Did it?” Soldier replied. “Y’don’t say. Can’t imagine how abandoning my post, disappearing without a word, and marching to the middle of nowhere would make me difficult to find.”

Pyro was mildly shocked. They’d never heard Soldier be sarcastic—his frank, matter of fact way of speaking was one of the reasons they found him easy to talk to. Pyro didn’t do well with metaphors and mincing words, already finding normal conversation to be an exhausting game of Schrödinger’s genuineness. Add on top of that that, since mercenaries tended to be a bunch of surly, grumpypuses that couldn’t say what they were really feeling if Medic cracked them open and pointed at it, it was little wondered they gravitated toward the simple man with straightforward goals.

The anomalism made them uncomfortable. Their hands found their way to one another, wringing close to their chest.

“We all miss you, Soldier. And also we’ve been losing pretty badly without you.” When he didn’t reply to that, they tried, “Why’d you come out here?”

“…Needed a vacation.”

He was smoking. He was quite pretty like that, the ember in the end of his cigar like his own shard of sun, tapping the ashes into the sea that wanted to swallow him.

“Oh okay. Can I go on vacation with you?” they asked.

He paused for a moment, silently wrestling with something. Then he sighed, dropping his stogie into the water. “Sure. Why not.”

They got drinks at the local tiki bar. Soldier had obviously been here long enough that everyone was skittish of him, but not long enough to know that severing alcohol to the ole’ war dog is even worse than trying to cut him off. Pyro got something fruity served in a coconut. Soldier got a plain beer.

“So…” Pyro mused. “These roofs, huh?”

Soldier grunted.

“All made of dried palms and stuff. Looks really…flammable.” Pyro wasn’t so good at winking, but they could wiggle excitedly in their seat.

“I guess,” Soldier said.

Soldier? Not jumping at wanton property destruction? Everything was so wrong and Pyro didn’t know what to do about it. They felt a flush of frustration; at Soldier’s obtuseness, at the fact he made them track all the way here in the first place. And he was being hard to decipher again, which made them feel stupid for not getting what was wrong. They hated feeling stupid at the best of times, but Soldier was one of the few that never made them feel that way.

Usually.

Fed up with all this insincerity, they scooted out their stool with force, curly straw spinning round its coconut.

“If you’re going to be like that, then I’ll just go light all those fires by myself!”

Before they could take another step, they were jolted back, a hand clamped around their shoulder.

“Not so fast, Smokey!” Soldier said. “Do not go getting up to that on your own.”

“Why the heck not?”

“Because you could get hu-” Soldier cut himself off. “Because you’ll get in trouble.”

“So?” Pyro demanded. “Why do you care?”

Soldier’s mouth opened, then closed sharply, his hand ungripping their suit. “I don’t. Whatever. Get to it then.”

Now it was Soldier evacuating his chair, storming out of the bar and forcing Pyro to be the one chasing after him. Which wasn’t fair! It wasn’t fair, and it wasn’t fun, and they chased him with muffled yelling all the way up the beach where the last of the sun had long since evacuated. They couldn’t get him to stop until they grabbed his arm with both hands and dug in their heels.

“Soldier! Tell me why you keep running away!” they demanded as his unstoppable force dragged them along behind him like a child’s toy.

Several feet of sand was excavated before Soldier finally whipped around. “You want to know why I am trying to get away, maggot? It is because this god-forsaken Team weakens me.”

Pyro dropped their arms.

“There is no escape from any of you! No relief in the intoxicating mother’s milk of battle, not when I am watching eight civilians running in blind and getting their asses handed to them! How can a man fight like this? How can a Soldier function when he is worrying if his strategy might get the men under his command killed? He should be able to sacrifice as many blood-brothers necessary! As many Lady Liberty demands for victory, and those blood-brothers should be proud to go!”

Soldier dropped his fist. The helmet pointed at the ground, where midnight sand had gathered on his boots, his whole body slumping to point at them.

“A real Soldier shouldn’t care.”

“It’s…not permanent Soldier. Us dying.”

“I know that, maggot,” Soldier said. “And yet.”

“You don’t have to worry about us. We’re all always fine! Just come back with me and we’ll-”

“With you?” Soldier spat. “I can’t come back with you when you are the worst of the lot!”

Pyro took a step back.

“You never question me!” Soldier said desperately. “Whatever stupid, suicidal thing your commanding officer comes up with in the moment, you go ahead and do it! The others, they at least will stop sometimes when all I’m doing is dragging us into shit. But you…”

“I don’t question you because I trust you.”

“That is my point. You shouldn’t.” Soldier grit his teeth. “I keep trying not to care, and it keeps not working, and the thought of you being hurt…The one person who…”

He reached out, as though trying to take hold of Pyro more concretely, to dig his fingers into their suit and not let go, but he gave up. The fist closed, reaching on to air.

Before it could fall back to his side, Pyro lunged for it, forcing their fingers between his.

“I won’t get hurt, Soldier,” they promised.

“You do,” Soldier said glumly. “All the time.”

“But it’s like you said,” Pyro pointed out. “All those blood-brothers who are going to their deaths because of Mrs. Liberty: they’re doing it willingly. Because they want to. Because maybe because they want to burn some stuff on the way. And even if they die, we have to be okay with caring about people.”

“Easy for you to say. A Pyro can get caught caring. A Soldier shouldn’t.”

“Says who?”

“Says me.”

“Then say different!”

Soldier turned to his grit-cloaked boots again.

“Come home Solly, please.” Pyro tugged his arm. “Loving the team doesn’t weaken you. I promise it doesn’t. And when everyone sees you back, they’ll prove it to you.”

They could see how much he wanted to come back. That being alone out here didn’t suit him anymore. He wasn’t the lone wolf taking bitter relish in his own solitude that he had been when he’d first joined the team.

Still, it was a monstrous relief when he finally relented, loosening his hand enough to let Pyro clasp it fully.

“…I am sorry for going AWOL,” he said. “I will…come back. It was wrong to deprive the team of their lone tactical commander of any skill.”

“Good. And Soldier?”

“Yeah?” he asked as they began walking hand in hand in the vague direction of the closest teleporter hub.

“Next time we go on vacation, can we go somewhere that sells saltwater taffy?”

#rocketfire #solpy #TF2RarePairMini2023 #tf2 fanfiction

[jess-moloney]

I thought I was the only one who thought Jess wouldn't travel to visit her family, considering she spent 2 years of her life traveling with Jamie and it's not like she doesn't no time to do it (she doesn't have a business to run, since Renell apparently did everything, knowing that Jess was traveling the world).

Jess could and should have visited her family for the Christmas holidays, to let Jamie breathe and enjoy his family peacefully, instead of coming skiing and snowboarding with them and knowing that she was with him all days (during 2 years).

I think Jess is avoiding or trying to avoid her family, maybe because they know her very well and they know she hides things about her life and they know she lies about a lot of things, things she doesn't want Jamie to know and he would have unmasked her very quickly or her family no longer wants anything to do with her (which is even weirder) or as the anom said, her family is no longer good enough for her, since she became famous (thanks to Jamie, not thanks to her).

I say this because Jamie and Jess have been together for 3 years, not once has Jess posted or shared a photo of herself, her family and Jamie (all together) on IG (for Christmas, for her birthdays, for parents birthdays or brother's birthdays) and I know that there are some who will try to defend her by saying that his family perhaps do not want to be exposed on social media and that they want keep their lives private, but there is a photo of her, her father and her brother that was posted by Jess in 2020 on IG (to me it didn't seem to bother them that Jess posted the photo on IG), so she posted it on IG before she dating with Jamie and since she hasn't posted or shared anything about her and her family and personally it's very shady of her.

Not only is the last set of photos from almost 4 years ago but Jamie liked this photo (for some reason) 2 years before he was publicly dating her and at least a year or so before he may have been dating her privately. It seems weird he'd go back so far to like this photo unless he'd been following her since then but why was he? For what reason? She also doesn't tag her brother (though she used to tag him in older posts so he must have told her not to). This would have been before she was with Jamie either privately or publicly. Also, no one really looks overjoyed to be in the photos with her and most of the photos are her eye fucking the camera while making sure to get them in the background. It doesn't look very comfortable.

After this, there have been no updates with her family or about her family or even old photos. Jess used to post about her father quite a bit and talk about how he was a hero to her or something. There's never been any talk of her mother (or photos of her) but from what I can find there wasn't a divorce and she's not passed so, interestingly, somehow a family walk doesn't include her mother (if they have a good relationship with each other that is).

Jess also had around 26K followers when these would have been posted (maybe 28K) not that it makes her famous but that's still a lot of people to be posted to and the family was still allowing it to happen back then. We've never seen a photo of Jamie with her family and she's not brought up her family at all since this happened. As much as people want to make the lame excuse that she's so super private (which she obviously isn't) I don't believe she would have stopped posting her family because she certainly felt close to them at some point. I also think that she'd love nothing more than to portray a close family image of her with Jamie and her own family in a group photo for attention so if she could get one she'd have it already.

It's like how I don't think she, independently of Jamie, decided she didn't want to post photos of him or with him anymore. I think he told her to stop. Posting pictures of Jamie was the whole reason people cared about her account in the first place. She knows this and it must be killing her that she doesn't have constant new Jamie content to put up because people know how boring she is without it. The fact that people in her life are actively avoiding (or allowing her) to post them says a lot because no one seemed to care about this before a certain point and now it seems like very few (if any people she knows) actually want to be on her account or seen with her.

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For the anom who mentioned that her parents met while dating someone else, to me it's not a problem and not a stalking issue but the problem with Jess is that 'she spent years stalking Jamie, first on social media to find out everything about him and everything he likes to do, while at the time he was in relationships with other women (not at the same time obviously), while he didn't know she existed because he probably would have followed on IG since 2015 and secondly Jess was following Matilda, Ruby and maybe Lily on IG because they were connected to Jamie, not because she found them interesting or for themselves and weidly when Jamie broke up with his ex girlfriends, she stopped following them on IG, I'm not sure this anom's parents went that far to attract the attention each other and for dating each other and thirdly no one knows exactly when Jess moved to Los Angeles and perhaps she moved there at the same time as Ruby and Jamie in 2019, for me she didn't dating with Jamie by chance, everything was calculated by Jess for years, she impatiently waited for Ruby and Jamie to break up to get her attention on IG and Twitter, to get into her life.

This woman wants to be famous without having to work hard, like all celebrities do every day and all day and she takes advantage of Jamie's kindness, wallet and fame to easily become famous herself.

Okay, but again...this is just conjecture and not based on any actual evidence. Like, you can imagine Jess did this or that, but we have no way to know that Jess "spent years stalking Jamie, first on social media to find out everything about him and everything he likes to do, while at the time he was in relationships with other women (not at the same time obviously), while he didn't know she existed because he probably would have followed on IG since 2015" you know? Like that's a heavy accusation based on just...she followed him since 2015. If they met at that 2015 event, Jess might have just followed them because 'hey, we just met, you're cool, I'll follow you on Instagram!' Like, that's very common. I've followed lots of people I've only met once. Do we even know when Jamie started following Jess?

"Jess was following Matilda, Ruby and maybe Lily on IG because they were connected to Jamie, not because she found them interesting or for themselves and weidly when Jamie broke up with his ex girlfriends, she stopped following them on IG," Well, I just went through most of Ruby's photos from the time she was dating Jamie, and found zero of them that Jess liked. Maybe I missed something, but I couldn't find any. So are we even sure she ever followed Ruby? Following and liking Matilda's posts makes sense because they actually met, there is photo evidence they were in the vicinity of each other. Matilda hasn't posted anything on Instagram in years, so Jess could have unfollowed her due to inactivity. But idk, it doesn't look like to me that she even ever paid attention to Ruby.

You can definitely think what you want about Jess's motives and how she got with Jamie. But it's very important to note that the actions that you're saying she carried out are not based on any verifiable fact.

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