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pro-mammonologist · 11 months

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I've got some headcanons!

Even though Mammon's far from a virgin by the time he and MC get together, he doesn't last very long the first few times they have sex because he's so excited to be with them.

As a dom, I think Mammon would lean more towards being fun and caring than a Hard Strict Daddy Dom™️. He can be firm, but he doesn't want to come across as harsh, and the idea of giving them an Actual Punishment leaves a bad taste in his mouth. He's got a long history of being punished. He also won't be very comfortable with degrading MC. He'll call them stuff like "my slut," but anything relating to their worth or intelligence is a hard limit for him.

Degradation is a hard limit for him as a sub, too. He'll let MC tie him up if they want, under the condition that they don't leave the room until after he's been untied. He's into impact play (specifically caning), electrostimulation, and wax/temperature play. Probably (definitely) more but that's what my mind is fixated on rn lol

He's 100000% got a praise kink (big shocker, I know). If he's subbing, he needs plenty of praise throughout aftercare. If he's domming, he still needs some praise - but that's got more to do with reassuring him that he did well and didn't hurt them, and can wait until the post-scene discussion

He loves giving and receiving overstimulation. He's greedy for his own pleasure as well as MC's. He likes to be edged - well, he likes the payoff - and could be talked into short-term chastity, but I couldn't see him being alright with anything longer than 24 hours (especially if there's a chastity device involved).

He *could*, in theory, edge MC. But he caves almost as soon as they start begging.

I have sooooo many more headcanons about Mammon as both a dom and a sub (and I'm more than happy to share) but I need to go to bed lol

Also, I love your blog! I'm so glad there's someone else who loves Mammon so much!

-- 🐦‍⬛ anon [this is my first time submitting an ask - is this nickname taken?]

I am going to address all of these individually.

1. Yes. Accurate. And I feel like the demons have low expectations for humans sexual prowess since humans have a lower tolerance for everything and also the fact that since they are western demons, they likely have interacted with the western hemisphere the most and anyone who has take a history class can tell you it’s been puritan af up until the 60s.

Also to add on to that. He’s not as embarrassed by the fact that he’s cumming fast but due to the fact he’s cumming insanely fucking hard to the point he can’t do as many rounds.

2. He’s a cocky ass bastard when he doms. He can try to be hard but he’s the kind to immediately melt after Mc does something too cute. He’s mostly cocky and teasy and praisey. And also he’s nervous about degradation too. The only way he’d do it is if you gave him very detailed and precise instructions or if he was like in a random context “damn you’re a real slut for some bacon” and then he gets scared that he offended you but you’re like “I’m a slut for you mammon.” And then he’s just shook to his core.

3. Yeah for real, he’ll be your slut and that’s about it. Mammon won’t do anything to Mc he wouldn’t want done to him. Bondage kinda pisses him off in my opinion like— he’d be for it but then he’d be like 😡😡😡 “let me out I’m losing it” and not in a cute pathetic way but in a damn whys he look so pissed?

Electro. Yes. Wax. Yes. Temperature. Yes. But I gotta know why you think he likes caning I cannot see him liking pain toys that much. I can see the sensational side of his masochism but like something real hard??? Nah he’s a baby. I just can’t see it.

4. Yeah there’s no discussion there. I think people are weird if they don’t have a praise kink. For mammon he goes nuts for it tho.

5. Yes, he’s the greediest most eager bastard out there and I can see him always down for it too. If he’s not down for it, then he really really really needs to rest or relax and maybe sex shouldn’t have been on the table period. Mammon wouldn’t edge for long, he likes the idea, but the actual wait kills him. And yea, chastity might kill him too and he’d have some hard ass limits. I feel like he wouldn’t like a device at all. Shit I can’t even see him going past 24 minutes, let alone a whole day with a device. He likes pressure and pain but he doesn’t like having his greed suppressed that badly. Of course, who knows, if Mc begs he’d do anything.

6. Yeah…. He’d cave so hard. He’d push and push and push himself to edge Mc but fail after making them hold back 2 times.

Mammon also is (in my mind) the most shy about his kinks because he’d face bullying whether he’d dom or sub sooo. Him getting to admit everything would be so hard.

Also no, it’s not taken.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #mammon x mc #mammon #currently under mammons bed #mammon smut #obey me mammon x reader #obey me nightbringer #obey me headcanons

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sir-yeehaw-paws · 10 months

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No, but it does give you back some control, Kaz. Which honestly is an understandable feeling to want to have. But thinking about it, what’s gotta be worse than being both grounded-and in excruciating pain with much less function than he had previously?

Loss of control.

Even if I go with my headcanon of the capture being an organized thing between himself and Ocelot-that doesn’t mitigate it being traumatic or bad.

(Which obviously, is just a headcanon/theory: nothing I say in any of these posts is 100% proven canonically, this is just my own thoughts after all from context we receive within the game).

Anyway.

Taking aside the other factors (artificial limbs aren’t a guarantee that it makes things better, or easier. Extra weight, difficulties etc) thinking of the kind of personality Kaz has; that of a high-strung man eager to find his place and exert power over others (and if not power, then something akin to it, or mingled with other elements) a core element in that is control.

Being the one in charge. Someone who has enough of a position of authority to exert his will unto others. Whether that word comes from himself or Snake, he’s at the helm somehow.

After Kaz is rescued, he’s open about exactly how he’s feeling-

And honestly, a single look at himself, or even just how much pain he has got to be in on a day-to-day basis would tell him that he really doesn’t need to focus on that in order to remember. Frankly, I think he’d have a much harder time forgetting. After all, it’s been 9 years since the attack, and he’s still fueled so strongly by hate and revenge that it’s on his mind 24/7. Nothing else occurs to him, ever.

Angry enough that even after weeks in captivity, he’s fuming and chomping at the bit to get going again.

Sir the only thing you should be right now is unconscious.

But there is really only so much vulnerability a single person can take. Let alone someone like him.

Kicks help away.

If he’s in pain, it’s more than just a reminder. It serves as the one thing he has left to master. To be in charge of. Pain meds wouldn’t take all of it away. But it would ease it. Bionics wouldn’t take all of it away, but it might (or might not) help him. If he says ‘no’ to all of this, then he’s the one with the final say. Logically, it doesn’t make the most sense. After all, you can’t think or function properly in pain the way you could out of it.

Believe me I know.

I rely on aids myself, from time to time. I was a daily cane user for most of university.

A wheelchair for another trip.

And there’s absolutely an argument to be made, that if he did take assistance. Help. That if he did get himself in less pain then he’d actually be exerting more control in the situation because now he’s the one that’s got a handle on it. He’s the one that took it back and brought it back to himself. Into a place where it no longer dominates him, but he dominates it.

But the longer he’s in pain, the angrier he can stay. Not to mention it provides an excuse for the anger. Now he’s not just in control of himself (so he thinks anyway, I’d argue the point with him myself if he was a living thing I could speak too) but kept mad and spitting. Mad enough to kill Skull Face, mad enough to keep going and going. Fueling his fire with self grown coals.

Because without that pain, that anger. Also comes loss.

Grief is one of the central themes to MGSV (a whole other post to be honest). Grief and anger often times go hand and hand. Kaz isn’t a good person with good morals at the end of the day. A man who was so eternally displaced with his position in the world from the day of his birth, and really until his death that his solution was things like nation states and war economies. But you don’t have to be a good person, or a saint, to have been wronged in some fashion.

He's never been shy about admitting exactly what kind of person he is (in this regard, anyway)

And is there not, end of day, a large element of control rooted in things like this?

These are the sorts of ideologies Kaz holds: in his own words.

Like this:

Or this.

His lead, and Kaz's. (Since it's Kaz talking here that is not what is outright stated, but it's clear enough what Kaz might want, within these situations).

(One could also argue this is just morally corrupt people taking care of other morally corrupt people but that’d be a derailment. Another post would have to delve into that as well).

When he lost everything-his home, his limbs, he lost key elements of his control that he worked so brutally to build. Whatever scrap of it he can cling to and maintain, he will.

Obviously, Kaz is in a different place (and undoubtedly frame of mind by the 90’s) but in the 80’s, he’s holding strong to pain, grief, anger, and loss. Because if he lets go of the things that keep him fueled and furious, then all that’s left is all-encompassing grief.

And that must feel a whole lot harder to deal with to him (I’d think anyway) than being raging and fuming.

#mgsv #kazuhira miller #nates headcanons #thoughts posts #character posts: kazuhira miller #yes im extending my tags kakjsdnjksa shhh #mgs #like i mean obviously take everything i say with a grain of salt this is just my own thoughts #i just enjoy thinking #perhaps far too much #revolver ocelot #diamond dogs #venom snake

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emmie-tt · 1 year

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Revenge

Elvis Presley x wife!reader

Elvis Presley x Wife!reader : he 0verd0ses at a show and you finally realize what's going on

WARNINGS: drugs, cussing

Y/N POV

As I stand side stage watching my husband I cant help but notice a few things...His balance is..off? He keeps stuttering and tripping over his words. The sweat is pouring down his face and its like he cant breath.

I look over at Jerry who also has a worried look on his face as he watches his best friend, he makes eye contact with me before walking over. "was he not feeling good or something?"

I shake my head no "he was fine...i-i don't know whats wrong.."

He sighs and grabs my hand leading me back to a more secluded area "i'm gonna tell you something but you've gotta promise to not freak out.."

I look at him confused "what? what's wrong?"

Jerry sighs "the colonel he...Elvis has been working himself to the point of exhaustion so the colonel has been having Dr. Nick perscribe him Modafinil...i-it's a drug that keep's you awake and stimulates your nervous system bu-"

I cut him off "I'm sorry what?! They've been giving him what?!"

He covers my mouth "y/n! shhh! Listen to me, freak out when I tell you why I think he's acting like that."

I sigh and move his hand off my mouth but let him continue talking "Elvis took 5 before the show...they are high dose tablets h-he might be overdosing.."

My eyes widen and that's when I hear gasps from the crowd and a thud, I immediately go back to the side stage to see my husband laying on the stage breathing heavily

My feet start moving before I can even register what's happening. I kneel down next to Elvis and gently push his hair off his forehead "Elvis!"

His shaking hand reaches up and rests on my cheek "h-hey now..n-no need for t-he tears pr-pretty mama..."

I smile softly as I gently stroke his hair "I n-need you to keep your eyes open for me okay? Stay awake El.."

He nods as his breathing picks up, I watch as he fights to keep his eyes open...inevitably loosing the battle as he goes unconscious

I look at Jerry who's on the phone with 911, I feel for a pulse and let out a sigh of relief when I feel one, it's light but there.

I look up when I hear a cane, my gaze immediately hardens as the colonel walks over to us. He goes to touch Elvis but I smack his hand away, I stand up "do. not. touch. him."

He look's at me with wide eyes "excuse me little girl. who do you think you are talkin' to me that way hm?"

I scoff and push him back watching as he falls. "I'm his wife. And i'm telling you right now if you so much as look his way i'm gonna be your worst fucking nightmare. do. not. underestimate me."

I turn and look at an officer who gently grabs my hand "ma'am, please calm down..."

I pull my hand out of his grip and watch as they wheel Elvis off on a gurney "don't tell me to calm down! this man- this monster has been pumping drug's into my husband and now- now I could loose him! So no, I wont calm down!"

Jerry walks over "y/n...let's go, we can deal with him later...Elvis needs you.."

I take a deep breath and wipe the tears off my face before I nod and walk off out to the ambulance

-TIMESKIP A FEW HOURS-

Y/N POV

I pace back and forth in the private waiting room as all of the Memphis Mafia and Elvis's parent's (cause I refuse to believe Gladys died 😭) sit waiting.

My head snaps over to the door when the doctor walks in "is he okay?"

The doctor nods "he's still asleep but he's gonna be fine...he's very lucky"

I walk over and hug the doctor tightly as I listen to Gladys cry out thanking the lord, I whisper my thanks into the doctors ear before pulling back

The doctor nods "you can go see him- two of you can go see him..." I nod and take a deep breath as the doctor walks out

Gladys stands up and walks over to me "lets go see our boy"

I nod smiling as Gladys hugs me tightly, I wrap my arms around her hugging her back

We make our way to Elvis's room and walk in as soon as we get there. Tears start falling again when I see him...Guilt and sadness hit me all at once..

"How did I not notice this..?" I walk over and sit down in the chair next to his bed and gently grab his hand

Gladys shakes her head and sits in the other chair "This isn't your fault. He's always been good at hiding things"

I sighs and lean back in the chair closing my eyes the exhaustion of everything hitting me all at once

-TIME SKIP A DAY-

I hang up the phone with Priscilla, who has been watching the kids while I stay with Elvis in the hospital, I sigh and lean back against the wall. He still hasn't woken up and my anxiety has been at an all time high. My hands run down my face and I walk back to his room only to find the doctor and nurses surrounding his bed

I walk in "w-whats happening? is everything okay? is he okay?" that's when I hear a chuckle...

The nurses move away from the bed and I make eye contact with my husband. Tears immediately start flowing down my face

"hey now mama. no need for tears, i'm alright" My body filled with relief as I heard the voice I had missed more than anything.

I walk over to the bed only for him to pull me down ontop of him. I go to sit up but his grip on me tightens as my sobs grow louder. "shhh.. my love, i'm okay. settle down now..i've got you..."

My arms wrap around him and I bury my face in his neck as he continues to comfort me. I take in his scent and his warmth and allow it to comfort me and bring me back down to earth. "i hate you..."

He laughs and kisses the top of my head "I love you to mama..so much"

I sit up still sitting on him "why- why wouldn't you say anything?"

He sighs softly and rests his hands on my hips "i'm sorry...i didn't want to worry you..and i just didn't realize it was getting bad..."

I sigh and lean down kissing his lips "i hope you know I fired the colonel..and Dr. nick...also might of threatened to kill him when he showed up here"

He laughs again and pulls me down to lay on him again "that's just fine with me..."

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gracethyomen · 4 months

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“Vague Job Description”

Natalie is the paralegal that's been in love with Matt since she's known him.

Unbeknownst to her, Matt knows all too well how she feels about him, but tries to keep her at arms length to keep her safe.

When she starts to get dragged into the underbelly of hell's kitchen he calls home, some things can no longer remain hidden, and some emotions aren’t so easy to control.

Summary: It’s literally the pilot. First installments are always iffy just bear with me.

Warnings: Mention of death, mention of blood, mention of homicide, SO MUCH PINING. Matt being a human disaster, Natalie being a simp. Matt also being a simp but quieter. These two idiots can’t express their feelings for the life of them.

"Foggy." The automated voice on his phone droned. "Foggy. Foggy."

Matt sighed, reaching to accept the call before sitting up. "Hello?" He answered, yawning widely.

"Good morning, sunshine!" Foggy chirped from the other side of the line. The sounds of other peoples' footsteps and the general business of Hell's Kitchen coming with it.

"What time is it?" He fingered the silk fabric of his sheets, savoring the feeling between his fingertips. Far too happy to lay back down for the time being.

"Half past get the hell up," Foggy replied. "Let's go! We gotta meet the real estate agent in..." He paused, Matt assumed to check his watch. "45."

"Usually, Nat calls me when i'm late." He pointed out, effectively ignoring Foggy's instructions.

"Nat's not answering her phone. She's probably already finding stuff to do." Foggy rationalized, the sound of people talking now starting to overcome him. What he said was odd. Nat usually always picked up her phone, even when she was so hungover she sounded like she'd been hit by a train. "Must've stayed out too late."

"She tell you about any dates or something last night?" Matt pushed, feeling an unwelcome dart of worry run through him for a split second.

"Aw, Matt, you do care. I'll need to get that in writing and give it to Nat for her birthday. She might cry." Foggy said sarcastically. "Seriously, get moving. I've got to go bribe a cop."

"Ah, Foggy." Matt warned, standing up to grab his phone, wandering into his living room.

"Kidding, NSA, if you're listening. But really, yeah, I gotta bribe a cop."

Matt shook his head smiling, and started his morning routine.

"You've got a reception area, a conference room and two offices. Corner suite has a view of the Hudson..." Natalie was only partially listening to the real estate agent giving them a tour of the floor, her fingers clenching around her black folder she was holding to her neatly pressed pencil skirt. She looked around, pushing up her glasses as she ran her eyes over the yellowed molding on the floor, looking for loose nails or lifted floorboards. Anything a cane or a shoe might catch on.

"You can flip a coin with your partner for it." Susan joked, gesturing to Nat.

Natalie fought a flush as she spluttered a little. Holding up her hand and laughing awkwardly. "Oh, I'm not-"

"Uh, he can have the view." She heard a familiar voice and a creak of the door before turning to see Matt entering through the door. A small smile on his face.

Susan, the realtor, immediately widened her eyes. plastering a charming smile over her face. "I'm... So sorry. I didn't mean to-"

Matt smirked, standing just ahead of the door holding his cane. "Of course not."

Susan chuckled, taking a step forward and extending her hand for a shake. "Susan Harris. Midtown Property Solutions."

"Matt Murdock."

Susan seemed to realize her mistake and dropped her hand, choosing instead to do an odd knee-bend. Nat fought not to roll her eyes. Somehow Matt always found a way to make the gorgeous women in his vicinity turn into bumbling fools.

Foggy saved them both from the palpable awkwardness. "She just curtsied. It was adorable."

Matt chuckled, turning his head briefly to the floor. "Well, it's nice to know Chivalry isn't dead." Matt lifted his chin, turning his head in a way that Foggy recognized was him listening for something. "Natalie?"

She turned from the window with an audible, "Hmm?" Matt smiled just a little, turning to face the sound. The action causing her heart to flutter momentarily. She convinced herself over the years that she imagined it, but part of her leapt at the way he always seemed to smile when he recognized her presence nearby.

He lifted a hand, palm up, a silent request that she had become accustomed to at this point. She immediately walked from the side of the room to Matt, taking his rough hand in hers and guiding it to her side, where he instinctively curled his fingers at the spot where her bicep met her elbow. She tried not to shudder, like she always did, when he touched her skin. Hoping the goosebumps didn't feel as obvious as she dreaded.

"Susan, if we could continue with-" Natalie urged, looking briefly at Matt before turning back to the agent expectantly.

"Yes of course, my pleasure. As I was telling your associates, Mr. Murdock, this office was barely touched by the incident, which is why it's on the market already. The neighbors weren't so lucky."

Matt snickered softly. "'The incident'? Is that what we're calling it now."

Natalie scoffed. "Well, it sounds so much better than 'death and destruction raining from the sky, nearly wiping Hell's Kitchen off the map'." She murmured.

Matt laughed aloud. Something she didn't expect. "Shorter, too." He quipped. Making her smile.

Foggy crinkled his nose a little, pointing out the window. "Owner figuring in the delightful view of cranes and scaffolding?" He asked, eyeing the construction work outside distastefully. "Feels like we're getting pre-incident prices."

Susan flashed him a smile that was more teeth than anything. "They're a quarter of what they used to be. Hell's Kitchen's on the rebound, Mr. Nelson." She took a step closer to the group. "And in eighteen months you won't be able to rent a broom closet at this price point."

Matt squeezed her elbow, and she tried to tell herself that the touch was unconscious as he stated. "We'll take it."

Foggy snorted, looking quickly at Matt. "We will talk about it. Because we're not sure we can even afford this palace." He said pointedly.

Nat looked between Foggy and the man holding her arm. "Unless you both make some changes to your current clientele policy." She pointed out.

Matt nodded, turning to 'look' at the realtor. "My partner and I are having some disagreements over the direction of Nelson and Murdock." He clarified, his free hand fidgeting with the handle of his cane. "I believe we're here to defend the innocent."

Foggy sniffed, smiling with a strained expression. "And I believe the innocent includes everyone not yet convicted of a crime."

Natalie coughed, "You know, as the law states." Matt shook his head, not acknowledging her comment.

"He likes to use fancy terminology."

"And my partner fails to recognize that, as attorneys, we're never gonna be able to keep the lights on, waiting on a horde of innocent souls to stumble into our loving arms." Foggy sighed, exasperated.

Matt blew out a quiet breath. "At this point. I think i'd settle for just one."

"Foggy called to drag my ass out of bed this morning." Matt spoke into the quiet space. Natalie looked up from her new desk to see him standing in front of it. The suite only had two offices, and as they had decided Matt utilized her the most, she would share with him. Instead of his normal glasses she was met with his brown, unseeing eyes. Looking somewhere past her head.

"Sounds about right." She said, bending down to pick her little plant out of the cardboard box she'd put it in for the move. Along with the dainty watering can.

"Usually you call me." Matt continued, folding up his cane and placing his hand on the thin wood of her desk. She didn't respond. "And Foggy said you weren't answering the phone."

Natalie closed her eyes for a moment. "Did some meditating last night and forgot to turn it back on." Not quite a lie, but not quite the truth either. She did turn her phone off so she wouldn't be bothered. But not for meditating. And she didn't forget to turn it back on.

"Nat..." Matt murmured.

"Matt, I didn't get abducted. I don't see why you're so upset about this." She said testily, standing from her desk to connect her extension cord to the outlet.

She heard a soft sigh, and when she stood back up she saw Matt was rounding her desk to lean against it, next to her chair.

"You're not just my associate, you're my friend. It's normal for me to care about your well-being. Especially in Hell's Kitchen." He spoke mildly, but she could see his fingertips squeezing the lip of her desk.

Just like many times before, she was grateful Matt couldn't see her wince slightly at the word friend. She forced a laugh, but it sounded strained even to her own ears. "I'm touched, Matt, but i'm fine. Just a mix up."

"Natalie."

"Matthew." She countered, trying for a playful tone.

"I missed your call." He confessed quietly, and her heart lurched. A soft blush climbing high in her cheeks. It was moments like that that made it hard for her to go on blind dates. To text the barista who wrote his number on her coffee order. She was fucking pathetic...

"Also, it's really hard to find a good paralegal who is pleasant in conversation and can take notes in braille." Matt added, breaking some of the awkwardness. Nat laughed. Staring at her stupid little plant instead of the incredibly oblivious, gorgeous man leaning against her desk.

Foggy burst through the office door, phone still in hand and eyes bright. "We have a case!"

Matt raised his eyebrows, reaching to unfold his cane. "Since when?"

"Since that cop I bribed fell in love with me!" Foggy exclaimed, waving anxiously for them to follow him. "Come on, come on! Homicide! Suspect doesn't remember anything! Let's go!"

"Go where?" Natalie huffed, grabbing her notepad and folder as well as Matt's briefcase.

"Precinct two blocks west of here! Let's go!" Foggy urged, practically dragging Matt by the elbow out of the office.

The sight of a thin, blonde woman practically shriveling behind the metal table was the first thing Natalie noticed when she entered the room. The second was the metal cuffs digging harshly into her wrists. She immediately looked at the officer standing to her side.

"Can we please take the cuffs off the 110 pound suspect?" She gestured to the blonde. "Poor thing's literally shaking."

The detective who showed them to the room gave Natalie a strange look, then proceeded to look at Matt and Foggy skeptically.

"Miss Page, can you tell me who these men and their... associate, are?" The gruff man drawled, looking entirely displeased with the new arrivals.

"We're her lawyers." Matt said, before turning his head towards Nat. "This is Ms. Bishop. Uncuff our client and give us the room, please." Matt's tone left no room for disagreement, and Nat watched the officer free Miss Page.

"And a chair for Ms. Bishop, if you don't mind." Foggy added. Matt nodding at him gratefully.

The detective huffed but dragged one of the aluminum chairs loudly to the edge of the table. The four of them stood in awkward silence as the detectives left the room, the lock buzzing ominously as the door closed.

Matt wasted no time. "Ms. Page, my name is Matt Murdock. This is my partner, Foggy Nelson and-"

Ms. Page zeroed her gaze in on Natalie. "Are you a lawyer, too?"

Natalie cleared her throat, smiling nervously. "No, i'm, uh-"

"Paralegal." Matt said, at the exact moment Foggy said, "Assistant."

Ms. Page looked between all three of them confusedly. As Matt angled his head at Foggy for a moment, before lifting his chin back to where Ms. Page's voice was coming from.

"It's a... Wide job description at the moment." He clarified, before gesturing in the direction of the chairs. "Do you mind if we sit?"

Natalie watched her adjust in her seat, dropping her gaze.

Foggy tilted his head towards Matt, whisper-yelling in an effort to break the tension. "She gave a vague shrug, I say we go with it." Matt nodded and all three of them promptly sat in their respective chairs. Natalie took out the physical notebook to start writing things down.

"We understand you're in some trouble." Matt began, bracing his hands on the table. "We, uh, may be able to help."

Foggy also got right down to business. "Can you tell us what happened?" He held his hands out, "Why don't we start with what we know, then?" He sighed, searching the woman's blank face. "You were found in your apartment with one..." He checked the name on the report he'd been given. "Daniel fisher."

"Who appears to be the victim of a homicide," Matt continued. "And, currently, you're the only suspect, Ms. Page."

Ms. Page looked between the two of them incredulously, and Natalie noticed that not only did she have blood stains on her hands and forearms, but her eyes were also red and rubbed raw from crying.

"Who the hell are you guys?" She breathed, gripping her arms to her body tightly.

"I'm Matt, he's Foggy." Matt said; matter-of-fact. "She's Natalie." He nodded his head at Nat, who had been waiting for something important to be said.

"Who sent you?" Ms. Page continued her questioning, leaning her head forward just enough for her wheat-colored hair to fall forward in a curtain around her face.

"No one sent us." Matt reassured her. And almost before he could get the words out Ms. Page started to speak again.

"So, what?" She laughed humorlessly. "You're just a couple of Good Samaritans? Todays just my lucky day?"

Foggy chose this moment to say, "I bribed the desk sergeant with a box of cigars for his mom." As a way of explanation.

Matt took a classier approach. "Our practice is relatively young, Ms. Page, and we are aggressively pursuing new clientele." He sighed and turned to Foggy. "You gotta stop giving Bess cigars."

Foggy scoffed. "She likes to smoke, Matt. It's a free country."

Natalie watched as Ms. Page observed the exchange. Clearly at an impasse as to what was the right decision here. She swallowed hard. Looking between Natalie and the two lawyers.

"So..." She began. "How long have you been practicing law?"

Matt turned his head towards Natalie. "What time is it?" She and Foggy checked their watches at the same time but Natalie replied first.

"It's 12:22 AM." She murmured to Matt.

Matt cleared his throat and turned his head back towards Ms. Page, folding his hands neatly on the table. "About seven hours." He said firmly.

Nat scoffed quietly. "Well, if you go from when you passed the bar-"

Matt pursed his lips thoughtfully. "I was going from when we got our own desks."

Foggy nodded as if that was the most logical approach to the situation. "Oh, then, yeah. Seven hours." He turned back to Ms. Page with a proud smile. Natalie rolled her eyes with a faint smirk playing on her lips.

This was going to be a long night.

a/n: WHOO BOY this one is chunky. 2.5k words. I know this bit is kind of dull but I promise there’s more Nat and Matt next time. Getting a story going is incredibly boring sometimes. Thanks for reading! If you feel like it consider dropping a note or a follow for more of this story. Have a good day/night!

As always, special thanks to @abucketofweird for your support in this series. You’re currently the proud owner of the dedication for it. <3

- Sybil

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restinslices · 5 months

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Crows As Vampires

Idk why I chose that gif-. Anyway I have had no inspiration or motivation to do anything. The mental illness is hitting. I am on my knees begging y’all to let me have this😭. No one’s born a vampire cause I don’t think vampires should be able to reproduce and in this universe how you’re changed determines what kind of vampire you are. I’ll explain later.

Kaz Brekker

Kaz has screwed over plenty of people in his life. That's how life is as a criminal and he was damn good at it. Almost an expert.

Almost being the keyword

Kaz screwed over the wrong person. Unbeknownst to him, this person was actually a witch. The witch cursed him to have these symptoms we would call “vampirism”

Immortality so he would watch everyone he loves die. A lust for blood since he was a leech that led others like a lamb to a slaughter. Burning in the sun so he could stay a rat in the shadows. Ect. Ect.

This would've been terrible for anyone else, but this is Kaz Brekker we're talking about.

Also this isn't how nature works. Things can't be only good or only bad so nature gave him a few perks.

All it took was some practicing and getting used to then boom, he was living his best life.

He doesn't need the cane anymore, but he keeps it to trick others.

Genuinely thinks the witch that cursed him is the dumbest person ever because all the weaknesses he can get around. The sun? He doesn't go outside much and can have others do shit for him. Holy water? Does this man look like he goes to church? A wooden stake? What are the chances? Garlic? He prefers onion powder-

He's a traditional vampire so blood tastes good no matter what. I don't know if he'd go hunting himself though. He'd probably have another Crow bring him something, like bringing the homie Wendy's if you just got some.

Best part of vampirism is probably the animal control. It's the perfect distraction and this man is nuts so he'd probably have a rat jump on somebody with a phobia.

I'd say hypnosis but I feel like Kaz enjoys the thrill he gets from outsmarting everyone. Hypnosis would be so boring to him. It'd only be used if he absolutely needed to.

I think the part of vampirism he'd struggle with the most would be the feeding though. Not out of guilt but too many dead bodies make people raise a brow and that would affect business.

Kaz would prefer feeding on people who don't really have anyone. I know you're thinking “duh! That's so obvious! Who wouldn't?”. Jesper. More on him later though.

Kaz wants to go after opponents but knows that'll stir too much shit up.

I wanna say he refuses to feed on kids ‘cause it'd remind him of him and Jordie but this is the same man who threatened a little girl and said he'd kill all her dogs just to make sure she wouldn't snitch. And when Wylan was like “that's not ok” he was like “I could've killed her and made it look like an accident”, so idk. Man is deranged.

Kaz has red eyes because… uhhh… I want him to.

I think vampires should have another face when they feed and his gotta be the scariest. This is The Bastard of The Barrel we're talking about here. You gotta feel fear in your veins.

Overall, he's enjoying vampirism. Big mistake giving this man powers.

Inej Ghafa

Inej would get turned when she's at the Menagerie

One of the regulars came in but he was off. He was way more jumpy and sensitive to things. Inej knocked something over and instead of annoyance, he seemed to be in pain. Like his ears hurt.

She didn't say anything though. Tante Heleen would kill her.

Suddenly the man attacked her and bit her. She screamed but he covered her mouth with his hand. Inej did the only thing she could think of and bit his hand hard, drawing blood. The man was in pain and after a short fight, he snapped her neck and killed her.

Weirdly though, Inej woke up after some time. It made no sense to anyone. Not to the other girls, Tante Heleen, the doctor, anyone. Inej should've been dead. Instead all she did was crack her neck and describe the guy who did it.

The next day Kaz Brekker came and she introduced herself. The day after that, she no longer worked for Tante Heleen.

Turns out the vampire who attacked her was a newborn. He had some of the vampire strengths, like advanced speed and strength but he also still had human qualities. Like human skin, instead of the impenetrable skin older vampires have. Kaz was hunting him down because his uncontrolled killings were causing a ruckus, that's when he met Inej and noticed something was off about her. She smelt like death.

Inej turned instead of dying because when she bit him, it drew blood and she ended up swallowing it. Drinking a vampire's blood then dying was another way to be turned.

Because she was terrified when it all happened, as a vampire blood tastes better if it's from someone scared. The more scared they are, the better. If she drinks normal blood, it tastes fine but it doesn't make her as strong or taste as good as blood from someone frightened.

Inej doesn't really like going out of her way to scare the shit outta someone. Don't get me wrong, Inej ain't no punk but she sees it as “I'm scaring people for my own benefit? No thanks”.

During her newborn stage, Inej was not fucking with it at all. There were benefits but she hated the idea of murder. The only reason she started drinking is because she was starving and Kaz threw a random person in the room. When she snapped out of it, she was horrified and she was angry because Kaz knew what he was doing.

So she attempted to run away but the problem was the hunger obviously didn't stop. One day she saw a man she knew frequented the Menagerie. A man who was extremely abusive and had cut and injured the girls plenty of times. Again, she got angry. So angry she stalked and killed him.

A lightbulb went off. She didn't wanna scare innocent people but abusers? They weren't innocent. So that's who she targeted. Oh and obviously she returned to the Crow Club.

Only problem with abusers is unfortunately they have money and people looking at them so she can't go after a lot of them which leaves her back to drinking regular human blood. Sometimes she drinks from animals or steals blood bags.

Best part of vampirism is how nimble she is. Sure she was a great acrobat before but her speed and agility change is the best to her. She could do so much more without worrying about forever losing her legs in a stupid accident.

She's called a spider for a reason.

I don't even think she'd care for the other powers. Yeah they're there and she'll use them but she's not too concerned.

Worst part I think is the feeding but not for the same reasons as Kaz. Inej has a guilty conscience and she's also religious. I think the fact that she has to take innocent lives (when she can't get to bad people) would make her feel cursed. Like the Saints were against her or didn't hear her prayers anymore. How could she claim her heart belonged to them when her heart didn't even beat anymore? She was sinning often. It's not like killing on a job, that's when your back's against the wall. She's literally killing for her own selfish needs.

It'd take her a while to come to terms that she's killing for survival and she never asked to become a vampire in the first place.

Once she comes to terms with that I honestly don't see her using her powers for straight nonsense. She uses them to get jobs done and feeds when she has to. She's probably the one bringing Kaz take out when he's too lazy.

Idk why but I feel like she'd have purple eyes. I don't have a reason. Just roll with me.

Overall, she'd have conflicting feelings. The first couple years would be rough but she'd learn to embrace it.

Jesper Fahey

Jesper is my favorite Crow and my favorite in the entire show but my poor babe is not all the way there sometimes. He's not dumb by any means but ya know, sometimes he's in a silly goofy mood.

Jesper was turned when he was in college. Keep in mind, my boy was only there for what? A WEEK?

He lost at a game of cards and instead of beating him they were like “there's this book that a dead witch supposedly wrote. There's a ritual and everything, you gotta do it or pay me”.

Jesper was like “bet, I ain't no hoe” (probably not with those words) and did the stupid ritual which consisted of blood, rain water and some chanting and nothing happened, much to the disappointment of his college pals and him. The ritual was supposed to give him powers or something. Too bad.

Something weird started happening. Jesper was a funny guy and liked socializing but he swore he started feeling more energy course through him when he made everyone laugh. And when he walked outside, the sun burned. It left a mark and everything.

He started skipping classes to avoid the sun and the kids he knew were too busy to constantly visit him. Since he was alone for a couple days, he felt incredibly hungry.

One late night he was walking to get food when a lady fell hard. Jesper, being nice, ran over to help. That's when he noticed the smell of blood and it smelt amazing. Long story short, he ended up attacking her. When he realized what happened, he took a closer look at that book. He realized they didn't inform him about the negative side effects. And sure, he somewhat got it. What were the chances of it working? But since they made him do that instead of paying up, they knew there could've been a possibility of everything going left.

He had no idea what was happening and ended up leaving college. Not only was he out of money (that's why he was so glad he wouldn't have to pay) but he worried about who else he would attack. He ended up working for gangs and as we know, Kaz found him.

They ended up finding out that Jesper was special. Jesper was always the main focus in a crowd so when he became a vampire, that ability turned him into an emotional vampire. He didn't have to hunt people down and feed the old fashioned way. He could feed on people by absorbing their emotions when they felt a strong emotion, such as happiness. It made him feel amazing but it made them feel drained and depending on how much he took, they could faint.

Now he could always just bite people but absorbing emotions is bigger.

Best part of vampirism is hypnosis. If he's well fed and feeling strong, he can just hypnotize his gambling opponent into letting him win.

Worst part is probably the sunlight. Jesper likes nighttime, don't get me wrong, but the fact that he's limited to only moving around at night is nuts to him. Since he shouldn't be doing it, he wants to do it more.

Jesper has to be reeled in by Kaz when it comes to feeding cause Jesper honestly will go after anyone. The more challenging, the more fun. He has to constantly be reminded that the more challenging, the more chance of being caught.

He also reminds him that he doesn't have to bite people to feed but Jesper sometimes just likes the rush.

Probably makes a bunch of vampire puns and Kaz is tired of his shit.

He'd be even more on edge when it comes to his dad. It'd be even more of a reason to never see him again. He would only think about it when he 100% had his hunger under control.

Idk what eye color he'd have tbh

Overall likes being a vampire but the side effects are there.

Nina Zenik

After Nina took Parem, things didn't look good. It was obvious to everyone that Nina was dying.

Nina was in the know when it came to vampires. She honestly didn't care and didn't have any interest at first. But as she sat there slowly dying, she wondered what life would've been like if she asked to be bit.

The Saints seem to be listening because Inej walked in and said she wanted to help her. Nina knew how she'd help.

Inej was getting closer and Nina couldn't help but feel nervous. Suddenly though, she saw Matthias. Inej simply made her think she was Matthias, but Nina was so delirious that she actually thought it was him. She thought of their life together so far and what they could have in the future. Her thoughts started to slip towards something more lustful and that's when “Matthias” shoved “his” bloodied arm at her. She drank it then her neck was quickly broken.

She awoke soon after, beginning her new life.

Nina is a sexual vampire, meaning blood tastes the best when it's someone experiencing feelings of lust or orgasming.

Matthias experiences lust for Nina and has said she can drink from him but she doesn't trust herself. She's worried she got him out of Hellgate only to kill him later on.

Instead she flirts with unsuspecting men and women. No sex obviously and they don't taste as good as they could but just that little bit of lust adds something to their blood.

Best part of vampirism would be immortality. She's living forever with her family and doesn't have to worry about getting sick or dying again.

Immortality is also the worst part. Matthias has always said he has no interest in being a vampire and the thought of him dying makes her think she should've let herself die on the boat (until she changes him against his will but moving on-)

Probably targets men and women with low level jobs. Like the people who guard doors of some building, rich people go to. Or fishermen. People whose disappearance can just be chalked up to them being irresponsible.

Being a vampire is kinda in the middle for her. Not great but not terrible. Sometimes she wants to go outside during the day and can't. Sometimes she wants to eat something like garlic bread and can't. Sometimes she wants to wear silver jewelry and can't. It can be a real pain.

When Matthias is human she treats him like he's delicate, because compared to her, he is. They arm wrestle and he's down for the count.

The stereotype is that vampires sleep in a coffin but with how big Matthias is? Yeah, no. They'll just sleep in a dark room.

Nina doesn't exactly want kids, but with Matthias she wouldn't mind them. Now they can't have them at all though and that choice being taken away isn't fun. Honestly any choice now taken away rubs her the wrong way.

I feel like her eyes would also be red like Kaz.

Overall is half and half about vampirism.

Matthias Helvar

As we all know, Matthias ends up dying in Crooked Kingdom. He didn't want it to happen, but he accepted it. He knew this would be the end.

Imagine his surprise when he woke up months later.

Turns out Nina wanted to turn Matthias into a vampire but acted too late. She ended up finding a witch who was willing to do a ritual to return his spirit to his body. Side effects would be symptoms of vampirism.

As you can imagine, Matthias was very unhappy. Nina didn't have the excuse of “oh I panicked”. No. She found a witch and instead of asking for her future to be told, she whipped out his corpse.

As a vampire Matthias is a soul vampire. When he feeds it decreases the lifespan of his victim, sometimes even killing them. As he gets older he learns he doesn't even have to bite his victims, but he does have to be close to them.

It'd probably take years before he forgave Nina. Matthias, like Inej, is religious and thinks Djel can't hear him anymore because of what's happened.

For awhile he can't see a positive to this situation. When he comes around to it and starts accepting it though, I think he'd enjoy that he's strong enough to continuously help people.

Negative is everything for a while. Especially the fact he can't be near any holy items. Also immortality. Human lives are supposed to end, now his can't end without it being extremely painful.

Feeding wouldn't be easy for him either. Not biting them allows him to disconnect but he still knows what he's doing and that's hard for him.

He eventually would forgive Nina but would never forget what happened.

His eyes would remain blue but it'd be a lighter and more glowy (?) blue

Doesn't wanna participate in any vampire stereotypes. No coffin, no dark colors, none of that.

His feeding is the most discrete. Jesper's could be too but we know him. Matthias just kind of hangs around and feeds until he's full enough.

Matthias also drinks the souls of animals. It doesn't feed him as quickly or make him as strong but he was already a big and strong guy.

Overall is not having a good time. I think it would take years for him to accept his new life. After that, he's not exactly happy. He's just accepted it is what it is.

Wylan Van Eck

Wylan had a terrible relationship with his father, we know that. What everyone didn't know was that the family was holding a huge secret; Jan Van Eck was a vampire. He was turned after Alys became pregnant and thought things were great. Now he could be an asshole forever

Van Eck noticed how much better he felt so he thought if he bit Wylan, he'd be cursed of his dyslexia and could read.

He was wrong. Dyslexia isn't a physical injury so nothing happened. This made him angry and ended up leading him to hire people to kill Wylan on the boat to Ketterdam. As we know, Wylan escaped. Van Eck was sure he'd die because of lack of food or be exposed and killed. Either was good to him.

Wylan didn't die though. Wylan had only been a vampire for a month so his control over his thirst was terrible. He didn't wanna hurt people so he tried to stay away and hunt animals.

Not hurting people was easier said than done though. Ketterdam is full of people and jobs require you being around people. As you can imagine, there were a few slip ups.

Kaz recruited him not only to make bombs but also because Inej caught him feeding on someone. He just didn't notice she was there.

Once Wylan has his thirst under control, he prefers blood bags instead of actually hunting and hurting people.

He isn't sure what his favorite part of vampirism is since the things he loves doing (chemistry and music) don't require any vampire things. He likes telepathy once he knows how to block his own thoughts from people. It's efficient being able to “whisper” to other people and Wylan is a bit nosey. When you're gonna live forever, you're gonna wanna hear drama.

I think his least favorite part wouldn't be a specific part of vampirism. He'd just hate how he used to be. Whenever he thinks about how little control he had, it'd scare him. It shows how much of a monster he can be and he doesn't want that.

I wanna give everyone red eyes but I'll say his are orange or yellow. Why? Idk.

The type of vampire that legit forgets he's a vampire. Inej is like “want me to bring you back something to eat?” and he's like “oh sure. I heard this new spot just opened-”.

Probably was gonna walk outside for a casual walk and another Crow had to grab him by the collar and pull him inside.

“What's wrong?” “Wylan. The sun.” “What about it?.... oh”

This isn't me saying he's dumb, he just genuinely forgets. His mind is on other stuff all the time.

Vampires become his hyper fixation and he starts saying random ass myths about vampires at all hours

“Did you know people used to believe that you could trick a vampire by throwing things like rice at it? Supposedly it'd be compelled to count them all” “It’s 2am Wylan. Enough is enough”

Overall I don't think he has a strong opinion on being a vampire. Having his little family makes enjoying this new life easier.

idk why this in particular finally gave me inspiration, but FINALLY my mind isn’t completely blank.

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yowyowyaoi · 8 months

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Konan’s Daily Texts from the Akatsuki

From Zetsu

If I keep the bodies OUTSIDE is it a problem then??

Rather angelic-looking with the paper wings.

A 72-hour gengetsu just because he thought I was going to eat it?! Cat isn’t even my favorite meat!

Ah but you’re much more diplomatic in handling their complaints.

I’ve tried but you absolutely cannot reason with him when it comes to money.

It may be time to change hideouts soon, the two young ones have attracted too much negative attention here.

From Itachi

It was so good, thank you!

I appreciate the touch of color.

Kisame’s not here Kakuzu said he’d charge me and Deidara laughed. You are my last hope. PLEASE come and KILL THIS SPIDER 😓

Please come with I know you’d enjoy yourself.

The last time I rode on one he made it do a flip mid-air and I almost fell into the ocean. And he laughed so hard he threw up 😒

Define “too much” cake 🤔

He helped suppress the coughing but fever’s still pretty high.

I can take them in small doses.

From Sasori

Don’t worry, an issue like that is almost child’s play to correct surgically.

You’re one of the few that I DO trust, my dear.

I’ll give it back when I decide he’s not as annoying anymore.

If I could eat I’m sure that would be delicious.

I love him more than anything but that arrogant brat can never actually KNOW how much I do.

Put a few drops in your tea, you’ll sleep like a baby.

You and Nagato should really raise the standards for whom you decide to recruit into this organization.

Please accompany me; I’m sure you’d love the wildflowers.

You either move his room down the hall or he’s becoming my next puppet.

From Kakuzu

I understand but we can’t afford it at the moment. Those three will just have to bunk together for the time being.

Thank you, my dear.

Harsh BUT it saved us hundreds.

Never anyone who didn’t fully deserve it.

Trust me, in the long run it’s a good investment.

Sasori may be better suited to treat that than myself.

I’ll speak to him about it but it’s like talking to a wall.

Purely an accident. A needed one, but still.

If they do it again I’m decapitating them both.

From Deidara

I mean I never have, but if I did, she couldn’t be anyone but YOU 💛

Omg Omg OMG I HAVE DIRT ON HIDAN YOU NEED TO HEAR!!

We were sword fighting! Shit I didn’t know that was Leader’s cane 😣

We can both make birds. Paper and clay.

Idk I mean I kinda think that he likes me or something but I’m with Sasori so 🤷🏼‍♂️

My eyes feel fucked. I tried on Uchiha’s glasses, that bastard is BLIND af! I didn’t even think they could make lenses that strong!

Come with us fishing I swear you’ll have fun! I’ll bait your hook so you don’t gotta touch the worms 😁

I’m not sure but I bet a C3 would solve the problem.

He stuffed half a roll of toilet paper in there and flushed. He thought it’d be funny.

From Kisame

There’s no way you’re going alone. I’ll come with you.

My thanks. Samehada appreciates such treats.

Woman or not you’re quite strong aren’t you?

No need to cook mine at all. I prefer raw.

I could teach you if you wish. It’s a good skill to have.

Please join us for tea?

It’s outside your door. Thank you again.

Zetsu got to him first 😤

Itachi isn’t feeling up to it. Would you care to accompany me? The moon makes it very bright.

From Tobi

He bit me first!

Kisame ate them because he said he wanted a snack 😔

He DOES love me he just doesn’t know it yet!

Wanna see the spider I found in the garden?

I borrowed your lotion and i accidentally used it all 😓

Game night game night GAME NIGHT!!!

Blue. Like Senpai’s eyes 😌

Can I lick the spoon when it’s done?

No I saw Kakuzu kill him three days ago

From Hidan

Yeah but my intentions were good for once!

Pls come show me how to do this I keep burning it 😓

Oh yeah I forgot … haha don’t freak out I’ll replace it

You wanna come with? I bet you’d be great at it!

Tell him he can suck my dick, I ain’t doing that 🤷‍♂️

We’re gonna loot it, I’ll bring you back something cool!

Ngl you’d look HOT with my scythe 😍

I’ll beat that skinny twink’s ass 😤

Yeah but like he’s skin and bones that’s just kinda creepy

I guarantee if you just listen to ONE sermon you’ll convert!

From Nagato

The prettiest thing you could ever wear is that gorgeous smile of yours ❤️

Well it’s far too late to replace them so I suppose we just have to deal.

Are you joking? Yahiko would have killed me!

Should have been a dating service and not a criminal organization, eh? 😂

Sasori said it would help ease the pain for when I’m standing.

Woke up today thinking of Chibi. I miss him 😞

No but if you come sit on my lap I bet I could make it better 😉

What about the others? Do they seem happy with it?

If I never see another drop of rain for as long as I live I’ll die a happy man.

My God how do you manage them?! I had to talk to Deidara and Hidan by myself and I thought I would kill them after the first two minutes!

I don’t care. You’re beautiful no matter what.

Well we could always say we’ve disbanded the group, turn them loose, then hunt them for sport 😊

#konan #text message #texting #the akatsuki #nagakona #nagato x konan #Akatsuki Daily Texts Series #nagato uzumaki #deidara #sasori #kakuzu #hidan #zetsu #tobi #kisame hoshigaki #itachi uchiha

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sentientgolfball · 2 months

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Ghoulette Appreciation: Week 9

not gonna lie I was almost late with this one

Read here or on Ao3

Word Count: 1982

Pairing: Mistshine

Summary: Mist gets caught between Sunshine and Ifrit

Sunshine giggles to herself from where she’s sitting at the table in the common area. It’s Sunday which means she has the whole place to herself unless Delta decided to pay a visit. She doubted he would though, he usually liked to visit Pebble and Ivy on the quiet days at the Ministry. She used this to her advantage.

It’s been about a week since she recovered from her water induced illness and she’s been more energetic than ever before. She’s been keeping up with her messenger ghoul duties just fine, but she’s been itching to do something more. Really she can’t be blamed for the envelopes she’s stuffing full of glitter. It wasn’t her fault Ifrit had splashed her while on cleaning duty with a shout of ‘fish out of water’ and a laugh. Truly she can’t be blamed. Ifrit started it.

“Do I even want to know?”

Sunny jumps with a yelp when she hears the voice from her left. She whips her head in the direction only to see Zephyr emerging from the bedroom hallway.

“Zeph what are you still doing here?” She chuckles nervously.

“Decided to take the day off” they stalk to the kitchen, leaning their cane against the counter while they sift through the fridge.

Sunny’s eyebrows shoot up “Does that mean Frit is here too?”

“No I told him to go off, but he’s on standby incase it gets worse”

They emerge from the kitchen with some snacks and one of the heating pads with an animal face on it. Sunny frowns at the pinch in their expression.

“I could help if you want. I’m not as warm as Ifrit, Alpha, or Dew but still.”

They shake their head giving her a small smile “Really it’s fine. Ifrit will come if I need him, plus I wouldn’t want to take away from whatever that is” they gesture to the pile of envelopes and glitter.

She giggles “Alright if you say so, but uh if you doooo end up calling for Frit let me know so I can hide.”

“Will do” they give a mock salute and head back to their room.

Sunshine watches them go before returning to the task at hand.

~~~

“What is the purpose of this?” Mist asks, crossing their arms watching Ifrit.

“Sunshine has been dealing with a lot recently, yeah? Everyone being gone on tour, the bullies, her little element sickness.”

“Correct.”

“Figured I do something for her to help cheer her up a bit. Remind her she’s cared about.”

Mist tilts her head.

“Not that you’re not doing a great job of that! You are! But just…reminding her that other people still care about her.”

“That makes sense, however what does that have to do with that?”

Mist gestures to the stack of sponges that are currently half covered in frosting. She had come into the main kitchen hoping to grab some leftovers from lunch. Instead, she ran into Ifrit in an apron surrounded by mixing bowls.

“This my dear sweet Mist is exactly what Sunny needs.”

“You are aware you cannot eat sponges. If you want to bake her a cake I am sure there is a recipe for a real sponge cake somewhere in here.”

“Controlled chaos Mist. Controlled chaos.”

“I still do not understand, but if you are doing it to help Sunshine feel appreciated then I would like to help.”

Ifrit breaks into a wide grin “Excellent. All I need you to do is—“

His phone pings and he glances at it where it’s propped up against the carton of heavy whipping cream. He wipes his hands on the front of his apron before grabbing it, quickly typing out a reply.

“Okay change of plans, Zeph needs me. If you wanna still help all you gotta do is finish covering the sponges in the frosting and then write something on the top. Maybe congratulating her for her work with her water, just make it look as close to a real cake as possible.”

“I will try.”

Ifrit smiles at Mist. He gives her a quick kiss on the forehead before putting his apron away and leaving for the den.

~~~

It’s not until a day later that Sunshine and Ifrit interact with each other long enough for Sunny to strike. Ifrit had come back to the den and Sunny was nowhere to be found. When dinner rolled around and Ifrit nor Zephyr emerged from their room, she knew it was not her day.

Oh but now. Now she was able to corner him. With tour being underway Sunshine wasn’t very busy when it came to her duties. The Clergy was too focused on the success of the Ghost Project. She occasionally had some texts to deliver from the archives, but nothing overtly important. She was mostly given busy work, but for once this worked in her favor.

She had found Ifrit with a group of Siblings. They were busy cleaning the chapel. Ifrit was there to lift the pews to make it easier for them. Sunny giggled at the obvious looks he was getting everytime he moved and his muscles visibly rippled under his uniform.

“Hey tough guy” she calls “I have something for you!”

He sets the pew he had picked up down, turning towards her with a questioning tilt of his head. Sunny waved an envelope in the air.

“Got your assignments for next week!”

His eyes light up and he turns to the closest Sister, asking to be excused for a moment. He pats her on the shoulder, thanking her before bounding over to Sunshine.

“Whatcha got for me Sunny bunny?”

“You lucked out. I don’t know who’s dick you’re sucking to get these easy hours.”

He takes the envelope with a chuckle “I can answer that question for you.”

“I would rather you didn’t, but it’s totally Terzo isn’t it.”

He flashes a fang filled grin before slicing through the envelope with a claw. The moment he does blue glitter explodes out, covering him in the shiny dust. Sunshine giggles watching him spit glitter out of his mouth and slowly blinking open his eyes. The Siblings look up at the noise, groaning when they see the mess.

“How did you even get it to do that?”

“A magician never reveals her secrets.”

“Mhm well this little magician better run away before the Siblings get ahold of her.”

Sunny glances past Ifrit’s frame, making eye contact with three very irritated looking humans.

“You maaaaay have a point” she roots around in her bag “here. Your actual assignments for next week are somewhere in here.”

She hands him a stack of 10 identical envelopes.

“Good luck figuring it out!” She calls as she books it out of the chapel.

He watches her go with a glint in his eyes “exploding glitter” he muses to himself.

He turns around to face the Siblings. He opens his mouth to say something but is immediately cut off.

“If you open a single letter in here you’re getting sacrificed on the next Sabbath.”

“Noted.”

He exits the chapel, leaving a trail of glitter behind him.

Sunshine spent the rest of the day on her toes. She knew Ifrit would do something to get her back, she just didn’t know how quickly he could strike. Though, the longer the day went without an incident the more she relaxed. If he tried something in the den it would be easy for her to evade. Maybe he wasn’t even going to get her back today. That gave her more time to come up with something bigger and better.

Once she finished taking pictures for Mountain in the greenhouse, she made her way back to the den. She was immediately greeted to the sight of Aether and Ifrit curled up on the couch. Mist and Zephyr were sitting at the table sharing a quiet conversation over tea. She can hear Alpha in the kitchen cursing at a plastic container for not opening.

She hesitates only for a moment, eyes quickly scanning the area to see if Ifrit planted anything. When she’s satisfied she closes the door behind her and greets everyone, making her way over to the table to sit next to Mist. When she sits, Mist stands. She makes a confused chirp, tilting her head.

“I have something for you” they inform her, heading off to the kitchen.

“For me? What did I do?” Her tail flicks excitedly behind her.

Mist returns with her hands behind her back “You have progressed quite far, I feel like you deserve this.”

They present a cake with white frosting, the word congratulations written in cursive with blue frosting. Sunny’s eyes light up when they place it on the table in front of her. She looks between the cake and Mist.

“You made this for me? For me?”

“Yes” they nod, “you have come very far with your water lessons, so I wanted to do something.”

Mist steals a glance at Ifrit on the couch while Sunny is distracted with the cake. He smiles wide and gives her a thumbs up. When they return their gaze to Sunshine, she looks like she’s ready to pounce.

“Sunshine ghoulette please do not use your hands” Aether calls from the couch.

She hisses at him but relents “Alpha! Bring me a knife!”

Alpha growls from the kitchen. There’s a brief moment of silence before he walks over, setting the knife down with more force than necessary.

“Did you have to give her the biggest one we have?” Zephyr raises an eyebrow.

“You wanted a knife I brought a knife” he grumbles, stalking back to the kitchen.

“What’s got him so fired up?” Sunny asks examining the cake, trying to decide where to cut first.

“He lost the fight to the leftovers container” Zephyr whispers.

Sunny giggles as she sinks the knife into the cake. It goes through the top layer of frosting with ease, but it stops. She pauses, raising an eyebrow before pushing down again.

“What the fuck?”

She starts to saw with the knife, hissing when it barely starts to break through.

“Household appliances two, ghouls zero” Zephyr deadpans, watching the struggle.

Sunny abandons the knife in favor of her claws, tearing through the cake with ease. She stares at the inside of it for a moment, processing what she sees. Ifrit sits up and laughs. She glances up at him, then over to Mist, and then back down to the fake cake.

“Do you like it? Ifrit said this would make you feel appreciated” Mist asks.

“Mist” Sunny sets the halves down, frosting covering her hands “this is…”

“Yes?”

“This is amazing! I expect something like this out of sparky over there but this is even better! I didn’t know you had it in you!”

Sunny grabs their face, pulling them to a kiss and smearing the frosting all over them. Mist chirps in surprise before kissing her back, loosely wrapping her tail around her waist. Ifrit makes a fake gagging noise. Sunshine breaks the kiss and stares at him.

“You!” She hisses before jumping over the back of the couch to tackle him.

“Sunny I swear to the hells if you stain this couch” Aether threatens, but there’s a smile on his face.

Mist returns to her spot at the table, watching Ifrit and Sunny wrestle with a soft smile. Zephyr chuckles.

“What is it?”

“Nothing I just. You have no idea the can of worms you opened.”

“I do not care. It is worth it if I get to see her like this.”

Mist had decided long ago they’d do anything to keep Sunshine smiling, if they had to cause a little trouble here and there to make it happen then so be it. The feeling in their chest, the glow in her eyes would always be worth it. Sunny was always worth it.

#the band ghost #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #the band ghost fic #mist ghoulette #sunshine ghoulette #mist x sunshine #mistshine #ghoulette appreciation #ghoulette appreciation weeks 2024 #golfball writes

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rottingpirate · 1 year

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Its christmas season. All i need is some cute fluffy winter shit with 141 and los vaqueros ❤️ pretty please

Matching ugly sweaters for everyone.

Gotta love the excitement, lights, vibes and chaos of christmas

I feel like Price has a santa suit stashed somewhere

When it hits 1st of December he's got the full suit on and no questions asked

Secret santas and stuff

Alejandro aggressively sings christmas carols

Ghost’s favorite christmas movie is ‘12 dogs of christmas’ even if no one has heard of it

Roach is the best at gift wrapping and will make his own bows and shit

He also spends hours on planning and trying to get everyone nice and meaningful gifts

Price is one of those people that loves seeing others' reaction to the gifts he's gotten them

He sucks at wrapping tho

Soap has an unhealthy relationship with candy canes or any christmas sweets and will eat until he gets sick (For the love of god stop him)

Snowball fights

Roach will jokingly put rocks in the snowballs and hit people with them

Ghost takes snowman building very seriously but he likes to destroy everyone else’s for fun

Rudy loves those cheesy hallmark christmas movies

Soap and Gaz bake cookies but they ended up eating half of the dough and burning the other half

Gaz bakes cookies for santa with a strict no eating policy

Alejandro and Rudy go all out for the food. So much food. So much.

Price helps to prep a little feast for the team, thanking the gods they don’t have to eat MREs

Alejandro likes to make decorations for the tree by hand

Ghost feels guilty when people spend money on him, which is why he loves giving gifts instead of receiving them

Ghost likes giving small but meaningful gifts that will mean something for each person

Rudy has a good singing voice and so he sings random songs even if he doesn't know the words

Others join him and everyone ends up singing christmas songs badly

Gaz plays "You're a mean one, Mr Grinch" on the speakers any time he gets the chance

I also want to imagine he loves "Christmas EveL" by stary kids which is honestly a christmas anthem

Price just likes to sit back with his cigar and watch as chaos ensues

#call of duty modern warfare #cod mw2 #headcanons #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #john price #kyle gaz garrick #gary roach sanderson #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #christmas vibes #fluffy shit

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linabirb · 4 months

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Hospital and church sekai??? Hello???? Pls share fam I gotta hear this one

SORRY TARU I WAS VERY BUSY SO UHHHH

for now it just looks like this:

hospital sekai is based on the pain of four girls (none of the characters have names at the moment btw), especially on the pain of their "leader" (like ichika, tsukasa, kanade, etc) who had recently lost a person who was very important to her because of illness. she has no idea how to cope with it, so when a new girl transfers to her school and she finds out that the new girl is disabled in some way (she's a cane user! trying to give more of my ocs mobility aids so that it's easier for me to accept the fact that i need them as well^^''), she becomes obsessed with helping her and even "saving" her, hoping to "cure" her or at least make her feel better. she doesn't feel this way because of guilt or anything like that, she just hates the fact that she had lost someone because of something she couldn't control and now she has to deal with loneliness again. the other two girls have their own issues too: one of them keeps "accidentally" hurting herself because she believes that it's the only way to make people take care of her and she also just doesn't want to do anything and have any responsibilities, meanwhile the other one is dealing with a breakup with her toxic boyfriend (and he was the one who broke up with her) and she has become addicted to emotional pain and doing dangerous things because of the way he treated her. so yeah all of them are traumatized! hatsune miku save them. save them hatsune miku

meanwhile the church sekai is more. funni :) very silly. at least on the outside. we have a little guy who is so so cute and so so pure and three simps of his who would literally kill for him. why the church theme? oh well, it's because all members are based on church/religion-themed figures: the leader is literally a god to the other members, meanwhile the other members are supposed to be "the priest", "the angel" and "the devil". the unit has two male members, one female member and the leader's gender is kind of. it's like. he uses he/him but he's not really a guy and not really a girl. just a mysterious entity. the church sekai is based not only on everyone's devotion to the leader and his god complex, but also on everyone's sense of identity, or more accurately, the lack of it. the leader feels like he has no choice but to act as a god. the followers are refusing to live for themselves and just want to serve him. all of them are acting this way to distract themselves from their issues too.. oh also one of them is actually the hospital sekai girl's toxic ex-bf :)

#i'm working on the ocean and dreamhouse sekai rn!#i think ocean sekai is going to be the most wholesome one of these four.. probably.#just letting you know that all ocean sekai members have a sea creacher theme and the leader has a jellyfish theme and she's blue :)#[ 💜 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚'𝐬 𝐨𝐜𝐬 ]#[ 💌 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 ]#[ 💕 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚'𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 ]#[ 🌊 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝: 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢]

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steddielations · 1 year

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rue!! <33 may i please request a couple of sentences for ''come blossom between my ribs"? (what a cooool title btw!)

thank you so much!!! i'll just add onto the snippet for you:

Then Steve almost jumps out of his skin at the sudden knocking sounds on his window, the loud rustling of the tree, grunting and groaning noises.

He jumps up, tearing back the curtains. He can’t really describe the feeling that comes over him at the sight of Eddie fucking Munson balancing precariously on the tree limb, his cane stretched out to tap the glass.

Of all the emotions rising in Steve’s chest, the only one he can understand is anger that his fall risk friend is standing on a branch two stories high, so that’s what he goes with.

“Eddie Munson!” He whispers sharply, “Do I even need to explain why you shouldn’t be climbing a fucking tree?”

Eddie has the audacity to chuckle, “Hey, you gotta admit this is even more impressive with a cane, right?”

How can Steve want to smile when he’s so angry? He shakes his head, “What are you doing here?”

“Oh you know, just hanging out— whoa!” He sways dangerously and Steve almost has a heart attack.

“Jesus! Just c’mon, get in.”

It takes some nerve-wracking maneuvers but eventually, he hauls Eddie inside his room without making too much noise.

“Well, that was fun,” Eddie grins, a little winded, adjusting his bandana.

“Yeah, not exactly the word I’d use. And keep it down, my mom’s home.”

“Oh yeah, mama’s boy? Here I thought you were busy with a hot date tonight,” he pokes Steve’s chest with his cane, playful confrontation, “Really, man, you got your little brother to do your dirty work? Couldn’t face me yourself, huh?”

Steve eyes fall guiltily, “It wasn’t like—”

“I know,” Eddie says, softer, turning away to crawl onto Steve’s bed, “Come on over here and tell me all about how it is,” he winces, settling back against the pillows, “Or don’t. Hey, I kinda banged up my ankle, so I know something really cool you could do without saying a word, if you want.”

Choices. Eddie came climbing through Steve’s window and perched on his bed like he belongs there to give him a choice. There’s only one to be made.

They do talk after a while, three re-runs into Happy Days and well into Eddie’s third ankle massage.

Make me write

#for a little context #the fic is mostly about eddie's recovery and what it's like being in hawkins after everything #he also struggles with trich #its an eddie angst fest basically with lots of comfort from steve of course #steddie #wip

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eureka-its-zico · 7 months

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Okay, so I logged on to Tumblr on PC so I could get ALL of this out because Part 3 of “Chaos in Their Bones” has fed me, hydrated me, cleared my skin up, rested me, made me weep and cackle loudly, so let’s get into all the bits (I have quoted bits from chapter 3) that have stuck out with me. Hope you don't mind that I quoted them here :)

So far Operation Petty was getting off to a rough start.

First line and I was already grinning. Doc meet Zoro. Zoro meet Doc. One is pettier than the other lol

Fuck. You struggled to keep a shudder from making its way down your spine but you weren’t so lucky in keeping the soft gasp from trickling out from your lips. The husk of his voice was unnecessarily sexy. Slowly, you turned to look to your right and found Zoro casually sitting back in his seat. His eyes trained forward and his hands took his silverware as if he hadn’t just whispered across your skin like sin. You couldn’t think past what had just happened. It didn’t matter how much you tried to formulate a sentence. Your brain was just not having it. You could do this. You were an intelligent woman who was not easily swayed. “What?” A masterful reply.

Okay, I died and ascended here because same, Doc, same. Would have the same reaction.

“I think that’s the first time anyone’s apologized to me before.” “That sucks.” God, you really did have a way with words. Nami was equally as shocked at your bluntness, but in a way that sent a warm smile to lift the edges of your lips. Nami sputtered out a laugh as she placed her hands on her hips

I am in love with Doc. The attitude. It's just *chef's kiss*

“Well, at least now you’ll know you have one in Syrup village.” A spark of something ignited in her eyes and whatever it was your words made her think of, it wasn’t something happy. When a small smile curled her lips it didn’t reach her eyes. They stayed distant; mourning something you may never be made aware of.

This part in particular, knowing what happens later just hit me like a train. It hurts when you know Nami's actual back story and this part right here - it shows that there's so much and the fact that Doc is perceptive enough to see it just made me fall for Doc even more.

“If you guys are going to talk about feelings I’m seriously going to need a drink.” “Shocker.” The few steps Zoro took came to an abrupt end just a few feet from you.

Pot meet kettle. Kettle meet pot. I don't know what it is about this dynamic with a mouthy person giving Zoro a run for his money, but I love it. The sass made me feel rejuvenated lol

Who knows, maybe it was just your imagination overreacting. Right when you went to glance over the side, a hand smacked its way over the top and you felt your soul evacuate your body. A few seconds later, green hair popped over the top that sat on top of a familiar face, but your brain was stuck in fear mode, so when Zoro asked, “Doc?” The only response he’d gotten was your fist connecting with his face. “What the fuck!”

I gotta admit, the cackle I let out was loud and sounded absolutely deranged and feral lol Even now as I am writing this I am cackling like an absolute madman to the point I think I might not be getting enough oxygen into my brain... Such a correct reaction to someone popping out of the well tho haha

His lips were parted, eyes scanning your face, and for one devious miscalculation of judgment, you wanted to fist your fingers in his shirt and pull him towards you to see if his lips were as soft as you imagined. Nope. Nooooope!

Same, Doc, same. Just... Same lmao Let's not spiral yet.

“Luffy, that is a splendid offer. One I don’t think anyone could pass up but I can’t leave.” “Why the hell not?” Naan fired off. “Naan-“ “And if you say it’s because of me, just remember you aren’t too old for me to throttle you with my cane.”

Naan is my spirit animal. That's it.

“Please, take care Naan. You’ve done so much for me, my whole life. If it wasn’t for you I don’t know where I would be.” “Dead,” she stated matter-of-factly. It was so blunt. So incredibly Naan that you couldn’t stop the sharp bark of laughter that came from you.

I aspire to be as blunt as Naan when I grow old. I also have to once again admit that I let out a very loud cackle at this part because it was just beautiful and so so well delivered.

There's a lot of other pieces that I would add, but I think I'd end up pasting your whole fic into this ask so I'll just leave it with these ones that had me grinning so wide my mouth hurts. Tbf, I grinned hard throughout the whole chapter and my face hurts right now. No regrets tho!

Personally, I found this to be a beautifully written update and I have to once again PROCLAIM that I will be excitedly waiting for the next part!

chewing on your nails until you were positive you must have gnawed them into dust.

Thank you so much for sharing this! And I hope your week is going well! Also, I hope you are catching up with your essays :D

Sending love your way and have a lovely week!

-Gouda 🧀

P.S. I love beefy chapters so if there will be any more in this, or any story you come out with - I will feast on it. Thanks xoxo

Gouda 🧀 Nonnie,

WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN?! I have read your ask an unhealthy amount of times. It’s made me smile like a crazy person and I realized why: when you described what you felt while reading this chapter is what made me the happiest. The fact it made you cackle through most of it and felt what you felt gave me the biggest sense of accomplishment.

Doc absolutely needs to have sass. I don’t know why, but when I thought of their relationship, I imagine it’s based off that annoying feeling of when you like someone and you do not want to like them, but your feelings are deceptive little bastards so you’re just grumpy about it lol. That’s how I imagine Doc and Zoro. Equally a pain in the others ass and equally low key loving it.

This chapter was also important because it begins to set up the relationships with Nami and Luffy. It’s important to me that this not just be based on a relationship solely centered around Zoro. I just haven’t successfully thought out what I want to happen when they get to the Baratie with Sanji, but I’m rambling!

I am so full of gratitude for you and your ever amazing review of ch. 3. For your support and kindness and even kinder words. I hope you, my dear, are having a wonderful week and get plenty of rest! Much love 🖤

#Gouda 🧀 nonnie #Chaos in Their Bones review #when I saw this I ASCENDED #this is probably one of the top three best reviews I’ve ever received in my life #and I am currently writing my essays for class lol #Chaos in Their Bones #roronoa zoro #one piece live action #opla

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degradedkai · 1 year

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Okay, I saw your tweet and now I gotta know, why should Dazai be using a cane?

(someone asked on twt and i replied to it here for other ppl)

but i can expand more now since there's no character limit-

personally, there's 2 reasons: either he's fucked up his legs/back/hips somehow by now and it's left a lasting injury or he's hypermobile and his joints are Fucked

so first reason: i mean, ep2, he's folded himself in a fucking barrel. the sound of his hips cracking??? babe, normal hips don't pop like that. he dislocated SOMETHING along the line and his pelvis is probably crooked. and the net they pull him out of the river with in ep5?? his leg was so fucking tangled and you're gonna tell me he didn't at least sprain smth? and that's in the first 5 episodes!! bro was probably way more risky as a teen (which we've seen too) and he has 0 sense of preservation, which means if he ever DID get hurt, he probably wouldn't seek help. PLUS there's the official art of him with a broken leg, and depending on what bone and how severe, shit can leave you with a lifelong limp. and i have a feeling mori and the port mafia didn't give him physical therapy for that. and he's been shot in his leg too, if we go to The Day I Picked Up Dazai, and depending on the muscle/tendon/bone injured, that could lead to a limp too. and the thing abt a limp is that it just gets worse the longer you try to ignore it (i ignored mine for 15+ years and now i need a cane more often than not) so he'd eventually have to cave (or someone would have to force him) to getting a cane and using it

the second reason: i'm using the barrel example again because how the FUCK did he fold himself up like that?? and i have hypermobility and idk abt my other hypermobile folks but my hips will pop just walking around. the problem with it is that you can hyperextend things you SHOULDN'T hyperextend and if it's ignored/undiagnosed long enough, it's gonna fuck your joints and muscles and EVERYTHING. he'd need a cane, if not some other kind of physical aid to support him if he's not popping 2 advil an hour or staying drunk to numb the pain. he slouches constantly, and when he stands, he tends to lean back slightly if he's trying to stand straight, probably locking his knees or overcompensating. so, yeah. bro should probably be using a cane.

BUT!! the cane isn't that bad. he kinda likes it, actually. people are more likely to hold doors for him, he always gets a seat on the train, and he bought a pretty sickass lookin cane. he got one with the hooked handle so he can lay around and still reach stuff with it, and he can trip ppl!! and think of how fun it would be to annoy kunikida by poking him with it!! and the handle can be nicely hooked into atsushi's overalls when he's trying to run away from getting guilt tripped into more work!

#i could talk abt this for hours #throws disability hcs at every bsd character #headcanons

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coramatus · 1 year

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Under the City Streets (part 8)

The Old Man of the Mountain and the not-very-sudden-but-very-inevitable betrayal.

Happy New Year! Have an update!

For why Emmet and Volo are bothering with a weird old dude who might be Arceus in disguise, read part 7.1 - 7.5, but mainly 7.5.

When Emmet and Volo reach the foot of a mountain (more like an overlarge hill) with rotting wooden steps dug into the side, Volo insists that he is going no further. Emmet doesn’t care and says Volo can do whatever.

And yet Volo still frets as he watches Emmet ascend the steps.

As Emmet crests the hill, he finds a decrepit old shack surrounded by a veritable junkyard of wood and metal objects. A covered porch lines the sides of the shack, where an old man sits in a rocking chair facing away from him, whittling away at a piece of wood into some kind of doll.

“Hello!” Emmet greets the old man, sharply adopting his signature point and call pose, “I am—!”

“Emmet!” a chipper wizened voice finishes for him. The man doesn’t turn around as he chuckles, “Don’chu worry none. I know who ya are.”

Emmet’s pose slips. He’s never been interrupted like that before.

“Um… then, you are—?”

“Yep! I’m the Ol’ Man yet lookin’ fer. Be wit'cha inna minute, kiddo,” the man quips easily, “Just gotta put on some finishin’ touches fer ya.”

The carving knife is set aside in favor of a stump of an old black grease pencil which deftly makes a few marks on the doll.

“Aaaand done!” the Old Man announces. He turns to face Emmet with a gap-toothed grin as he tosses a small wooden doll at Emmet, who barely catches it in time. The man eyes him expectantly, “Whaddya say? Pretty spot on, I reckon.”

Blinking in confusion, Emmet gets his first look at the doll and is given pause.

It’s a simple, stylized human figure, its stumpy left arm pointed forwards with its right pointed to the side. It’s painted in white with trademark brown bands along the sides and along its flared sleeve cuffs. A familiar white hat sits on its head, bearing the distinct blue and white livery of Gear Station. Its simple face bears a v-shaped smile and unmistakable pointed gray sideburns.

“O-oh! This is… me?” Emmet says with a puzzled tilt of his head. For a long moment, he stares blankly at the effigy of himself before a faint smile breaks across his face, “Neat.”

The man snaps his knee with a gleeful cackle, “Boy howdy, you’re the first fella in a while to not up and run off on me! The second I give ‘em their doll, it’s like they seen a ghost! I like ya, kiddo!”

“Thanks?” Emmet says, his smile hesitant, not entirely sure why anyone would flee from a display of an omniscient person’s power.

He looks back down at the doll, noting that it depicts him in his complete outfit, not his current shredded, torn and injured state. A state he wishes he could go back to. Pushing past the feeling of loss, he refocuses on the Old Man, smiling with faint hope,

“Then you really know everything?”

“Just about. ‘Round these parts anyways. And whatever else comes through!” the Old Man laughs as he rises from his chair onto stooped legs to hobble past Emmet. A shaky hand grips a knobbled, white cane, its pointed tip covered in polished brass. He shakes his head as he pushes open a sliding, wooden door and shuffles in, “Ain’t never a dull day in these here parts, kiddo. Always folks wantin’ to find answers until they get ones they don’t like. Then it gets real messy.”

Old Man invites Emmet into a mildly hoarded out cabin. He is a very gracious host, offering food and drink. But Emmet cuts to the chase.

“Something happened to my brother and I need to know what that was. People call him the Woodsman but his real name is Ingo.”

“Straight to the point. I can respect that,” the Old Man nods as he hobbles along. He prepares some tea on a banked fire, as he recounts, “Yeah, I know that fella. Kid’s got a real mean streak in him. And he used to be so nice too.”

“Yep… he was the nicest…” Emmet confirms, a fond smile playing at the corners of his lips. However, it quickly fades as reality reasserts itself, a deep sadness settling in his chest, “But now I’m not sure who he is anymore…” He looks up to the Old Man, pleading, “What happened to him? I need to know.”

The Old Man sucks on his pipe, his previous manic demeanor falling away to an alert calmness, staring at him evenly, “And why would that be?”

“Because I do not understand!” Emmet shouts, shooting to his feet. His fingers grab his hair as he paces the cabin, his thoughts and feelings boiling over as he rants in desperation, “I cannot understand! Why won’t he listen to me? Amnesia does not explain his refusal to listen!” He groans, despairing, “What am I missing? What am I doing wrong?!”

Emmet is left shaking and panting, struggling to hold back tears. He’s not sure why he lost control like that in front of someone he just met, but it hardly matters now. He doesn’t resist as the Old Man guides him to a seat. The Old Man patiently stays by Emmet’s side as he works his tangled knot of emotions under control, taking careful, controlled breaths.

“I’m sorry…” Emmet whispers, his dull voice choking with pain, “I just want him back so, so much…”

The Old Man soothingly rubs Emmet’s back, not unlike a doting grandparent would to an upset grandchild, “That fellah’s got no clue how lucky he is to have such a wonderful brother lookin’ out fer him.”

“How wonderful can I be if I can’t even get him to believe me?” Emmet answers mournfully.

He shifts but he accidentally jostles his burn, making him cry out in pain as he doubles over. He’s left cradling his injured arm to his chest, shaking and whimpering as fresh tears form in his eyes.

The Old Man offers to take a look at the wound and Emmet lets him, holding out his trembling arm. With great care, the Old Man unwraps Emmet’s tie and audibly winces at the sight. But as he examines Emmet’s burn, his expression darkens. He asks if Emmet is feeling any different, to which he just sighs and admits that he feels a lot more tired. The Old Man warns him that he needs to keep a closer eye on his moods. This wound has the potential to take his life if he's not careful.

Emmet isn’t sure what he means but guesses that it could get infected and go septic. He just nods along halfheartedly, letting the Old Man apply a salve to ease the pain before wrapping his arm back up.

From Emmet’s sullen demeanor, the Old Man surmises that he’s had it rough enough and could use a real break.

So the Old Man offers a wager. He likes Emmet and will give him information no matter what. But which sort of info that will be depends on if he can best the Old Man. If Emmet wins, the Old Man will tell him that which he wants to know. If Emmet fails, he will be told what he needs to know. Emmet figures the end result will be the same so he easily agrees.

The Old Man nods sagely.

The challenge?

“Hit me.”

Emmet stills, uncertain he heard correctly.

“…say again?”

The Old Man grins wide at him with his nearly toothless mouth, “You heard me. Hit me. Deck me. Punch me. Slap me. Kick me. Ya land a hit, ya win. If you don’t by the time I get bored, then ya lose.”

Emmet thinks about this. He pushes up his tattered sleeves. With a spark of life back in his eyes, he drops into a fighting stance, declaring,

“I am Emmet. And I like winning more than anything else!”

“I know ya do, kiddo,” the Old Man gives him another gap-toothed grin.

Unfortunately for Emmet, the Old Man is far more spry than he lets on. No matter how much Emmet swings at the Old Man, his opponent slips just out of reach or catches his blows and throws him off or simply trips him. More than once, Emmet finds himself crashing into a wall.

In the end, Emmet doesn’t hit the Old Man. But he does tackle him, which is better than not touching him at all. The Old Man laughs at his clever tilting of the rules. Emmet didn’t win but neither did he lose.

So the Old Man offers Emmet a tidbit of both what he wants and needs to know.

Emmet is told how his brother disappeared. Simply put, his brother did not leave of his own free will, slipping through an unexpected tear in space-time. It was just bad luck. Wrong place, wrong time.

A weight lifts off Emmet’s chest. He was always afraid Ingo left because he’d grown sick and tired of his weirdo twin. It’s a relief to know Ingo didn’t choose to be here.

As for why any of this happened?

The Old Man won’t say it himself, but he grimly informs Emmet that he needs to ask his little Starly friend.

Volo knows exactly why.

Volo hops back and forth before the hill steps, sort of a Starly version of pacing. He’s deep in thought, having begun to piece things together. For a moment, there’s a faint flutter of hope that perhaps his ordeal might see an end.

But when Emmet returns, Volo needs only one look at him to shatter that hope.

Emmet’s thin smile has vanished entirely. He watches silently as Volo tries fussing over him, nervously asking if he learned anything useful.

Instead of answering, Emmet quietly asks Volo what he has to do with everything that’s happened.

Volo’s heart sinks as he realizes what the Old Man must have said to Emmet. He tries to beg off but Emmet isn’t having it.

“Tell me the truth, Volo,” Emmet says, his flat voice rendered positively frigid. His silvery eyes bore burning holes into Volo, “Are you the reason why my brother was taken? Was Ingo’s disappearance your fault this whole time?”

“I-I can’t… I wasn’t targeting him specifically-! He came through by accident-!” Volo sputters, unable to stop the words even as he internally screams at himself to shut up.

Emmet’s eyes widen in shock, but it’s quickly replaced by a disgusted glare.

“You knew,” he hisses.

Volo is quick to make excuses, his wings outspread, pleading, “I-I’m sorry! It was such a long time ago, I didn’t think-!”

“This whole time, it was your fault,” Emmet whispers. He turns away from Volo, unable to face him as his voice trembles from barely restrained anger, “…I trusted you.”

“E-Emmet, it was an accident-! I didn’t think he was anyone important—!”

Emmet can’t even look at Volo, only uttering a single word:

“Leave.”

“Emmet-!”

“I SAID LEAVE!!!” Emmet screams, spinning on his heel to glare daggers at Volo. His face, usually so open and friendly to a fault, is now twisted into a snarl of such pure rage and hatred that it stops Volo dead in his tracks. For a split second, Volo thinks Emmet is about to stomp him flat. But instead, Emmet sharply turns away from Volo and storms off without another word.

All Volo can do is watch as what was once his only friend walks out of his life. Anger bubbles up in his chest, the unfairness of it all making him snap.

“Fine! Fine! You know what?” Volo spits back at Emmet, furiously flapping his wings to hover in place, “I will! I’ll leave and you’ll never see me again! How do you like that!!”

Emmet doesn’t even acknowledge him. There is not a hint of hesitation as he marches forwards in furious determination. His eyes are set ahead, resolutely ignoring everything else around him.

This just sets Volo off even more, “Yeah! That’s right! Leave! Just walk away like everyone else! Don’t bother looking at the only reason you even got this far! I don’t matter to anyone in the end!!!”

But by this time, Emmet has already walked well out of sight. Realizing he’s completely alone, Volo’s indignant fury deflates, fluttering to the ground, his wings drooping and despondent as he stares out at where he last saw Emmet.

For all his rage, even Volo knows he deserves this in the end.

“Emmet… Sinnoh, I am so sorry…”

Part 9

#pokemon #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon black and white #pokemon black 2 and white 2 #under the city streets au #submas #subway boss ingo #volo #starly #arceus #maybe?#coramatus's artwork

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Here's my first entry in the Bad Things Happen Bingo "Ransom Note" hope everyone likes it. @badthingshappenbingo

Joel knows something’s not right the moment he walks into their shitty ass apartment. He drops the bag of food he’s carrying into the chair by the door and scans the room.

“Tess?” there’s no response. Then he sees the note pinned to the wall over the couch by a hunting knife. He can’t help but scoff when he sees it. Who the fuck pins notes to the wall with knives nowadays. It's fucking ridiculous. He strides to the couch and rips the message from the wall.

It reads, “You and your bitch have stepped on one too many toes, and now it's time to pay up. If you want to see her alive again, come to the docks tonight at midnight, alone, with all of the pills from your last run. If you don’t come, she dies. If you bring anyone else, she dies.” Then it’s signed, Robert.

Of course, it’s Robert. He always had a flare for the fucking dramatic. The docks at midnight? Joel sucks his teeth with disgust. Roberts, a goddamn idiot, the docks are too open. There’s no way he’s got enough men to defend it properly. What is he thinking? And at midnight, that’s when FEDRA’s the most active. He would be better off having the meet-up just before dawn. By then, the assholes are ready to be home in their beds. They wouldn't give a fuck about some exchange at the docks, a small bribe, and they’d happily turn a blind eye. But to have it at midnight means he woulda had to pay a pretty penny to get them to fuck off.

But all of this is in Joel’s favor, and he’s not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. This fucker has Tess, and that just won’t do. Joel yanks the dagger from the wall and smiles, thinking about how he’s going to make sure to give it back to Robert later. For now, he goes to their stash and pulls out the pills from the last run and his and Tess’s guns. He stuffs it all in his bag and shrugs it onto his shoulder.

It's time to call in the calvary.

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Robert stands at the end of one of the piers, a goon on either side of him. He’s twirling a cane in his hands and has a stupid smirk on his face. He looks absurd like he’s trying to be some sort of kingpin in a comic book. Joel just keeps his face neutral as he stares him down, one hand holding the bag of pills in front of him.

“Here’s half of the pills. The rest are hidden. I’ll give you the location when you show me, Tess.” Joel throws the bag so it’s halfway down the pier. Robert nods, and one of his guys gets it and brings it back to him. He opens the bag so Robert can see inside. Once satisfied, he nods again, and the guy steps back to where he was.

“Joel, I gotta tell you I'm surprised at how easy this was. For years, you have had everyone in this zone shaking in their boots, and in the end, your attachment to each other took you down.” Robert smirks and smacks his cane into his hand. “All I needed to do was wait until you were separated and Tess was easy prey.”

“I very much doubt that if that shinner you have is an indication. Both of your goons look a little worse for wear as well.” Joel says, giving Robert a wide grin, all teeth, no warmth. “Now, where the fuck is Tess?”

Robert flushes red and grips his cane hard. Joel realizes now he might actually need the cane. When he looks at his ankle, he sees it's wrapped in a brace. Joel feels a surge of warmth when he thinks about Tess giving as good as she got.

“Fine,” Robert says and twirls his cane in the air. Joel can see movement in a building to the left of them through a window, and suddenly, the door is being yanked open, and two men come forward with suspending a hogtied and gagged Tess between them. Joel grinds his teeth when he sees the state of her. Only one of her eyes is open the other is swollen shut. Her lips are split and puffy. Her jaw is red and distended on one side. One of the fuckers must have punched her. Her neck is wobbly when she lifts her head, but Joel can see the heat burning in the hazel depths of her one good eye. She must have been sleeping when they came to take her because all she’s got on is a pair of sleep shorts and a tank top. Her skin is raw and abraded where the rope rests. She also has bruising all over her bare arms and legs. Joel can barely see from the haze of red that clouds his vision.

“Where are the rest of the pills?” Robert demands. Joel turns slowly to look at him, and something of the fury coming from Joel like heat waves must have finally penetrated Robert’s tough guy act because he flinches back. “Please?”

Joel locks his eyes on him as his voice comes out slow, smooth, and oh so calm, “Look what you fuckin did to her, Robert. Look what you fucking did.”

Robert finally seems to realize what shit he’s in because he steps back closer to his guys, but it’s too late because they're not there anymore. Robert turns and watches in horror as they’re pulled into the depths of the dark water. Red mingles with the bubbles of their last breath as they disappear. Two shots ring through the air, and Robert turns again to see the two guys holding Tess fall dead to the ground. She falls as well, but it’s not too far, and the bodies of the two men do a fair job of breaking it.

Robert turns again and nearly falls into the water like his men but is saved by Joel’s crushing hand on his arm. Robert hadn't even seen him move. He’s seen Joel tear people apart, beat them black and blue, and turn their bones into dust, but he’s never seen this part of him. For a man as solid and imposing as Joel is, he’s also fast, so fucking fast and quiet when he needs to be. Joel tries to keep that part of his abilities well hidden to use for moments like this.

He’s right up in Robert's face. He reaches for the cane and rips it out of his hand. Two more shots ring out, dropping the two guys rushing out of a building to the right, fucking morons didn’t even check to rooftops before they came out. Joel doesn't even flinch, but Robert does. Two figures dressed in tight-fitting black clothing welding wicked-looking knives slither out of the water, dripping wet and smiling. One is pale and petite with brown hair done in a single braid down her back. She’s got bright brown sparkling eyes and a scar bisecting her right eyebrow. Joel smiles at her and says, “Great job, Kiddo.” he turns to the other girl, who’s taller than the first. Her hair is done in small tight braids and held back by a bandana at the crown of her head. Her skin is a deep chocolate color, and her smile is wide and mischievous. “You too, Riley. I knew I could count on you.”

He looks to Ellie, his hand still tight on the trembling Robert, and says, “Can you two get Tess set to rights? I have to have a conversation with my friend here.” The teenage girls nod and make their way over to Tess at a fast clip.

“It’s all clear, Joel. He had two more guys stationed in the buildin’ behind ya, but I took care of them.” Joel turns to see Tommy trotting up, snipper riffle in hand.

“Ok, thank ya, Tommy. Now you should clear out those shots are goin’ to have FEDRA on our ass in no time. Can you make sure the girls get Tess home safe?” Joel's gripe on Robert has not slackened, and he can hear the man starting to whimper.

“No problem, big brother. But I think the lady has somethin’ she wants to say first.” Joel looks up and sees Tess, now freed from her bonds, making her way stiffly over to the two men.

She stops and leans against Joel, standing on her toes to kiss his lips fiercely. Joel can taste blood where her lips are split, but he wraps his one free arm around her waist and kisses her back just as fiercely. Eventually, she lets him go, falling back to the flat of her feet and holds her hands out. Joel knows what she’s asking for.

“Tommy, can ya take the girls back to the apartment? I got some canned fruit cocktail for them this afternoon.” Joel asks Tommy as he hands Tess the cane and lets go of Robert's arm.

“You got it,” Tommy says, and he can hear Ellie’s “Fuck yeah” and Riley's laugh as they jog away.

He turns back to Robert and Tess. Tess stands before a frozen Robert. Piss is trickling down his pant leg and pooling at his feet. Tess raises the cane above her head, bringing it down with a guttural roar.

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It's only a matter of minutes before Tess and Joel roll Robert's bloody and mangled body, now weighed down with bricks in his pockets, into the water. Tess stands with a groan, and Joel moves quickly to take her weight against his side.

“Tessa.. I was afraid I was gonna lose ya,” Joel says, his voice soft. He holds her gently, worried that he’ll hurt her.

“I’m ok, Tex, I promise,” Tess says, pressing her forehead to his. They hold each other, needing to know the other is safe and whole. Finally, Tess pulls away and says. “Now, let’s go home. I want some of that fucking fruit cocktail. The girls better not have eaten it all by the time we get back.” Joel laughs and hefts the bag of pills onto his back while wrapping his other arm around Tess’s waist. Without looking back, they make their way home.

#tlou #tlou fanfiction #ao3 #joel #tess #bad things happen bingo #Tess is Hurt #Joel Saves Ellie and Riley at the Mall Before they're bit #Now Tess & Joel & Ellie & Riley are a big happy smuggling family in the QZ #Joel Is a Badass Planner #Riley #Tommy

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