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kivaember · 18 days

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What does Rusty think about Pater, Hawkins and their lurid office romance? I mean, aside from probably hating them for being corpos of course. Pater's impression of Rusty was one of the more humorous bits from the game so I wonder if Rusty was aware of him doing it... Ditto for O'keeffe too, one of Pater's lines says that O'keeffe looked out for him and he gets upset if you kill O'keeffe so they must've at least had a positive working relationship.

CLAPS HANDS TOGETHER im going to ramble about Pater and Vesper dynamics now LETS GO

I hc that Pater likely joined just under a year before they were sent to Rubicon, and most of that year was spent with him being used as a glorified dogsbody. He was a Gen Ten, the most ~advanced~ augmentations, and likely was put on the Vespers as a demonstration of their technological prowess or whatever. Pater was a young, ambitious corporate ladder climber too, so he was very skilled at brown nosing and putting forth the correct persona depending on who he was talking to.

Just one problem: the Vespers are full of freaks.

Freud refused to acknowledge his existence beyond what was mandatory (tho he's like that for anyone who isn't a) his direct chain of command, b) snail or c) a good opponent), Snail privately resented him for his advanced augmentations and was low key trying to figure out what their benefits were so he could steal them for himself somehow, Maeterlinck was very neutral towards him bc she's actually the only sane person in this goddamn group and is just here to collect a paycheck and a good retirement package, and Swinburne saw him as competition that was going to snatch his Vesper number from him or leapfrog over him to the next number just like Rusty did.

So, his reception wasn't exactly the warmest. O'Keeffe wasn't warm towards him either, but O'Keeffe doesn't play promotion politics (he's already set for life and enjoys various perks the other Vespers don't) and he treats Pater as any other subordinate. O'Keeffe's a bit odd, but he's forthright and fair, and Pater appreciated that, esp as O'Keeffe gave him some helpful pointers on how to navigate life in the Vespers.

Rusty was a little more enigmatic, and Pater honestly could never get a good read on him. Superficially, Rusty was very friendly and always willing to chat whenever Pater crossed paths with him, but Pater could tell that Rusty's smiles were very practiced and artificial, and that there was very little true warmth in his eyes.

Actually, Pater genuinely thought Rusty was like him: just a better actor. Pater admired Rusty for his effective masking skills and studied him closely to better his own masking and friendly persona. Like, Pater was good, but he knew that sometimes he could be a little off-putting bc he either didn't strike the right tone of his smile wasn't quite right, but Rusty was very charismatic and charming and such a good liar, so Pater definitely jotted down a lot of mental notes and tried to emulate him.

(Rusty had no idea about this but he definitely would've been peturbed to know that Pater admired him for being such an amazing liar dfhdfhdf actually i want to write a Pater pov drabble about Rusty being a liar now-)

NOW ONTO HAWKINS.

Hawkins is a little like Maeterlinck where he's actually kind of normal, but, there is a but here: his augmentation time wasn't as easy or clearcut as the others'. He came on the heels of the rather fatal and dangerous Gen Five and Gen Six experiments, and it rests heavy on him that his Gen Seven augments were safe only because of how many lives were lost before him. So, he looks at Pater and sees a young lad totally oblivious (lol no) to the highway of bones he walked on to get to where he is, and wants to guide and look out for him.

Which turned out easy enough since Pater was delegated to help Hawkins out a lot with his logistical issues. Pater, thrust into a group where majority of them saw him as either a hindrance or competition, basically huddled under Hawkins' protective shadow bc Pater's a survivor and a ladder climber and he knows to stick to his useful assets and allies like glue.

Hawkins developed feelings for Pater, and yes there was the telenovela drama of oh no, i can't, he's my junior!!! but eventually Hawkins came clean and Pater calculated.

He does hold genuine feelings of affection for Hawkins, but he also ran all the calculations on what this relationship would bring him, how useful it'd be, its pros, its cons, and after weighing all that was like yeah it'll give me more than i'll lose so let's go for it!

Pater, I feel... DUAL NATURE and his emblem make me feel that Pater is well aware of the life he leads, where he has to don a mask to get to where he is and further. i don't think it's meant to represent like, a split personality or anything like that, but more like a representation of what the cutthroat, capitalistic society has forced him to be.

You don't promote being honest and earnest and trusting - you just get stabbed in the back. You have to get close to those who can do things for you, enter into deals of "you scratch my back and I'll scratch yours" to create a web of favours and obligations and "put in a good word for me!" or "oh he's such a nice guy, let's do this for him". You have to be good at donning the right mask, the right persona, at watching someone you have affections for be cut down and in real time make the very conscious and sharp adjustment of "oh my god no" to "ok ok you have to think what this'll give you you have to think about how you can use this" bc Hawkins being dead means he's lost more than just the emotional support, he's lost the material, the physical, he has to focus on "how can i turn this into a win?"

That turned way more rambly than I thought shhsadfd but Pater fascinates me because he really is a product of the kind of corporate society in armored core 6. There's no honestly, no earnestness, no true self. Just masks upon masks, ruthless social calculations, and stuffing down any true feelings because the only real comfort you get in this world is success and winning.

i have completely lost the thread of what he question was but i hope you enjoyed that ramble???

#armored core 6 #armored core #v.viii pater #my brain just picked this topic up and sprinted with it #i really do wanna write that pater pov on rusty tho #that admiration for a guy who's perfected the art of masking #pater unaware its bc rusty is a corporate spy #tho the possibility crosses his mind #but he's like well if he is he's doing a good job at it so good for him

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kaxenart · 5 months

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I've managed to die many times in my first 4.4 hours of Armored Core VI, but the only one interesting to draw is cat interference

I haven't settled on a 621 design.

#armored core 6 #what are you a Dafeng Spy kitty #showing up months late to the party #AC has led me to building robots and building computers and not giving up when I die for 3 hours #a console would have been faster but I also kind of needed a computer upgrade #also I can't put nearly as much RGB on a PS5 #c4 621 #armored core vi

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5eraphim · 1 year

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may i please have something with spy and his s/o who has stockholm syndrome and has been broken down enough that they feel the need to always be touching him? treating him as a king! constantly kissing any spot on him, wanting to leave marks on spy so people know hes claimed, nonstop praising him and stroking his ego, maybe s/o wants to scent mark him ♡ thank you!!

I love you so much right now. I am sending a psychic beam of pure love and kisses directly into your skull. This is just,,, exactly the kind of request I've been waiting for (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄ I'm not 100% sure if you wanted a oneshot or headcanons, but for purely selfish reasons, I'm answering with a oneshot <3 hope you enjoy!

Summary: Cuddling with Spy at night, and feeling a perfect kind of bliss from the knowledge you two are exactly where you're meant to be.

Character: Spy 🐍 (Team Fortress 2)

Rating: M (MINORS DNI)

Content Warnings: yandere, mind break, Stockholm Syndrome, servant/master dynamics, denial/edging, sexual massage, possessive behavior

Word Count: 2.8k

TIP JAR

MASTER LIST

(Song Inspo: Chapel, Nicole Dollanganger)

"I was reading my destiny inside your eyes without knowing it." Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

LAST EDITED- 4/18/2023

Earlier that day, you welcomed your beloved home. Unfortunately, much later than usual, apparently preoccupied with some kind of inescapable work issue. By the time he returned home, the full moon had illuminated the inky-black sky, and a pleasant evening chill settled motionless all around, ending the sun's humid, suffocating summer heat for the day. Crickets chirped in the long grass surrounding the small cabin you and your lover shared, surrounded by the forest and far away from any prying eyes. When you heard the screen door creak open, Spy entered, quietly locking the door behind him, stepping out of his dress shoes and neatly tucking them beside it. Greeting him with a kiss and helping him to slip out of his work clothes, you welcomed him home. Taking note to be extra soft and loving, seeing how thoroughly exhausted he appeared.

Sharing a cup of tea together was a long-standing ritual between the two of you. It was your job to brew and serve the tea while Spy waited patiently. You remembered how pleased Spy looked the first time you managed to prepare the tea exactly to suit his tastes. And how proud you felt, knowing you were likely one of the only people he trusted enough to accept food from. Spy liked to sip his drink while unwinding from his long day, while you would sit and keep him company. Sometimes with chatter, other times quiet and content enough to enjoy a little time together.

Tonight Spy requested you to draw him a bath during the late-night chat, a task you accepted most graciously. He was always so generous to share the tub with you, so long as you would help wash. Or, as he liked to say, "Earn your spot beside him."

While you didn't remember much of life before you met Spy, you did recall the first time he offered to share the bath with you. Long past when he first brought you here to live, and by that point, your resilience began to break down, and it was harder and harder to ignore how badly you wanted to give in and accept his affections. You weren't trying to escape or harm him anymore, no longer because of threat or punishment, but rather an unexplainable yearning for Spy. It wasn't love, not yet, but a means to quell the discontentment you couldn't shake apart from Spy; he completed you.

Your body settled between his long legs, your back to his chest. This was the first time you saw him naked, and it felt bizarrely enticing when he told you how he wanted to see you the same way. The water felt so warm, and you could've melted right there as he used his bare hands to glide soap and suds over your wet skin, covering your body with bubbles and warm water. And for the first time, you didn't shy away from his touch when his fingertips skimmed your thighs and lingered so lightly at your chest, his fingers growing bolder. You allowed your head to lull back and lean against Spy's body, your eyes fluttering shut. Moaning breathily under his touch. Spy hummed as he continued to work, caressing every inch of your body, comforted by the feeling of your body completely relaxed against his. For the first time, you allowed yourself to let your guard down. And by God, did it feel good.

It all felt so long ago, though living in isolation made keeping up with time impossible. But you remember how nice it was to let yourself give in and begin to accept Spy's charms and sensuality. For a while, you tried to remain resilient and faithful to yourself, to only embrace him when sharing a bath, but once Spy caused this fracture in your defenses, he knew it was only a matter of time before you folded. No much longer did you bother lying to yourself. Pretending you didn't love the feeling of hot water washing over you, Spy's touch getting bolder when he could tell you were no longer trying to push him away. He told you how proud he was to see you at ease like this, how he knew you'd be much more comfortable after you'd removed your layers of clothing and gave him a chance. How now it made sense why you were always so high-strung and wound up under all those clothes, you were far better off living this. His voice and hands were hypnotic, pulling you deeper and deeper into this new peaceful state of mind. You didn't even protest when he pulled you into his bed that night.

Tonight went quite similar. By now, you were far more used to taking Spy's orders and were responsible for stripping down yourself and helping undress him, folding the clothes neatly on the countertop before you were allowed to enter the bath. He referred you to lay between his legs, being so kind to help wash you before himself, knowing this was your favorite spot. The motions are familiar but in a comforting way. The feeling of a trusted routine to help unwind at the end of such a taxing day.

Neither of you dressed after the bath, deciding to dry off and hop into bed. All the lights were off, but you could still see around the bedroom clearly enough with the moon's light shining into the bedroom. You tried to fall asleep, but feeling restless, you couldn't quite find sleep. Instead, your mind wandered to the sensation of your beloved Spy curled beside you in bed. Spy always looked so beautiful when he was asleep, his face relaxed, breathing so gentle, he looked like a living marble Adonis. Nothing less than perfection in your eyes. He slept on his back while you were curled up on your side facing him, head resting on his chest.

You nuzzled your head into his chest, snuggling a little closer. The feeling of Spy's hand gently stroking your head gave you a small jolt of surprise, as you thought Spy was already asleep. "You're awake?"

His eyes were still shut when he answered. "You've been fidgeting beside me all night. No one could sleep through that." You bit your lip nervously, feeling a light stab of guilt for this. "I'm so sorry about that. I didn't even realize."

Spy leaned down to kiss your head, " You're alright, but I wonder, were you trying to get my attention? Is there something you want from me now that it's so late at night?"

You flushed a little, "No, it was an accident! I'm just- I mean, I'm sorry I woke you up."

Spy cracked the eye oven looking down on you. "How about a back rub to make up for it, then? You've always been so good at those." You couldn't help but feel bubbly inside from his praise, and with a quiet "yes sir," you climbed up over him. Spy rolling onto his stomach now, arms under the pillow he rested his head on while you straddled his lower back.

As gently as you could, you ran your hands over the skin on his back, initiating the skin-to-skin contact delicately, still unable to shake your initial guilt for waking him up in the first place. His body felt so soft and clean after the bath. His back accumulated tremendous scar tissue over the years, and your heart ached to think about Spy away on his own where you couldn't protect him. The pain was all the worse as you knew, deep down, this was how it had to be. You wished you had some kind of magic touch to heal the scars for good or to take on the wounds yourself. Unfortunately, the best you could do now was run your soothing touch over the blemished area. Though you'd never admit this to him, you always thought Spy's scar tissue was sexy, making his already charming physique even more alluring.

Using steady, well-practiced hands, you began to apply more pressure to the massage, knowing where he usually held tension and where to target to have him moaning and sighing in relief. Starting high, around his shoulder blades, before moving your hands up and down his body, leaving no area untended. Your fingers work hard to draw out his tension and ease his pain. In the low light, you could see Spy relaxing into your touch a little more, and you felt an erotic jolt of excitement as you heard him beginning to let off gentle, breathy moans as you worked.

Your eyes drift shut when you feel his hand against your outer thigh. The light touch against your upper leg was innocent enough, but you were aroused all the same, moaning through clenched teeth, tensing up. You were caught off-guard and felt goosebumps prickling across your arms and legs. But you didn't take this as your cue to stop. Instead, you began to massage him deeper, moving with more force but remaining as slow and sensual as possible. Thumbs digging into the tissue of his lower back, fingers rubbing little circles, occasionally using your palms and knuckles to grind even harder.

You didn't even realize how far your mind had drifted when you felt his fingernails brushing against your thigh. Then, when you felt his hand stroke higher than expected, you flinched inward, hissing sharply. It wasn't until after you discovered when you curled your hands into tight fists in shock did you realize you accidentally scratched your nails against his skin. Leaving a few puffy scratches over his shoulder blades where your hands were. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry- it was an accident!"

It was impossible to stop your hands from shaking as you pulled them into your chest in shame upon a braising Spy's precious skin. It wasn't much of an abrasion, just a few red stretch marks along his back, the longest of which was about the length of a pinky finger, with a few tiny beads of blood. Still, you felt awful for what you'd done all the same. You were about to climb down and fetch the first aid kit from the bathroom when before you could move, you heard Spy's voice. "Did you draw blood?" He didn't sound mad, rather neutral, actually, but you were wracked with guilt all the same.

"I did; I'm so sorry! Let me get you patched up."

"No, I want you to lick it up."

His words stopped you dead in your tracks. "Is he being serious?" you wondered, and for a moment, you felt frozen in place, unable to decide if he seriously wanted you to do what you were told or if he was being sarcastic. Though this didn't last long, he tilted his head back a little. From his position lying on his stomach on the bed, he could only move so much, but in the low lighting in the room, you could swear you could just barely catch the light of the moon in his eyes.

"Go on, do as you're told, and clean up your mess."

You were genuinely comforted to see he wasn't upset with you, though it didn't entirely absolve you of the guilt of your actions. If this was what he wanted, it was your job to deliver. You planted both hands on the bed as you scooted down to lay above him on your elbows. Now your head was just over the tiny wound, and even up close, you could see the scratch wasn't anything worse than a cat's scratch, and if you were honest, there was a chilling excitement you felt. Something about being ordered to kiss the wound felt so intimate. Your eyes closed as you leaned down closer, your tongue rolling out just enough to swipe up the tiny beads of blood before returning to your mouth. You felt the taste of copper follow the blood into your mouth, lingering for just a second as you swallowed the warm substance. Feeling bolder, you lightly kissed the sensitive area you'd left a scar, but it wasn't enough. You wanted more, to caress his flesh with your lips, kissing your love tenderly to show your reverence. Spy shifted a little under you, rolling from his stomach to his side as you moved to accommodate him.

He hummed softly to himself constantly as you kissed your way from his shoulder blades to the side of his neck. You could feel his pulse below your mouth, all too aware of how he clearly enjoyed feeling your lips against the thin, sensitive flesh. He used a gentle but firm hand to cup the side of your face, guiding your lips to meet his as you sighed into the kiss.

It wasn't long before his tongue was in your mouth, and you were back on top, the two of you moving as one as he rolled to his back, you taking this as an invitation to go back to straddling his torso. The kiss felt so passionate and sensual, and you could not stop yourself from lightly grinding your lower body against his, desperate for any friction between your legs. You moaned into the kiss when you felt his fingertips feeling up the sides of your body. You wanted desperately to move his hands from the sides of your hips to between, but you also didn't want the pleasant shivers his touch brought about to stop. It was impossible to hold yourself back. Spy deepened the kiss, lips sliding against your own as you returned the affection. His touch, gentler than yours, had you feeling so hot, bothered, and almost painfully wet. Your hands worked through his hair, winding it around your fingers, pulling slightly as he teased your body, but just as you were about to start rolling your hips, Spy pulled away, removing his fingers from your body. Spy looked up at your confused expression with a coy grin.

"It's getting late. Why do we settle down for the night?"

"Can't we go a little longer?"

"Maybe tomorrow night."

Your head dropped in disappointment. "Please, just a minute longer, I- God Spy, I'm so wet, I need you so bad it hurts!"

Your pain only amused the man as he chuckled softly, his hand smoothing back your hair, "If you love me, you'll do as you're told." It hurt, but he was right, as usual, and with a half-hearted "yes sir," you peeled away from him, moving to lay on your side facing him. While Spy didn't move from his back, waiting for you to cuddle up closer, no doubt feeling your body trembling with the effort it took to remain still.

"You're being good for me, right? You aren't touching yourself, are you?"

Shaking your head, no, Spy pulled you a little closer to him. Kissing the top of your head while you lay against his lithe body. "Very good. Your hands are only to serve me, not yourself."

This man was a sadist, wrapping himself tightly around you while speaking in that low-breathy murmur that gave you chills, feeling his warm breath fanning your overheated body and skin. It drove you mad in the best way imaginable.

You could swear you felt sweat begin to bead along your back with the effort it took to obey his command. Feeling his warm skin against yours, the softness of the blankets, his natural aroma overwhelming your mind, not to mention the already uncomfortable burning felt between your legs, you wanted so badly to climb back over him and relieve the awful tension, but you wouldn't dare. Spy's approval and praise meant the world to you, and disobeying him to satisfy your carnal desires would be unthinkable. Spy's breathing began to deepen and slow, and you felt his arm around your shoulders starting to slacken as he drifted off to sleep. And you took great comfort in knowing you were about to settle down for the night, sleeping in the embrace of your reason for living.

Perhaps your beloved Spy was no longer a person to you, and your love for him transformed him into something beyond human. Now he was the light of your life, the only one who made you feel alive. As you felt his arms wrapped around your body, his warm body curled up behind you, his body heat warming you and the bed's blankets, the heat making you want to nestle up even closer, to feel every inch of your beloved's perfect body wrapped around yours, as protective of you as you were to him. And with God as your witness, you swore, you would protect him until the day you died.

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taz19hagel38 · 1 year

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#jonathan toews #my captain #patrick kane #I spy prince Jonny hair.#I miss the core group

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lastoneout · 1 year

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I know we all clowned on those reddit guys who said that Spy x Family made them realize that they actually did want to get married and have kids some day, because ofc having a real live family isn’t all slap-stick comedy like it is in the anime/manga, but I do actually think there’s some truth to the idea that Spy x Family does a good job of showing the real, honest appeal of having a healthy family, especially to people who may not have been exposed to that sort of thing before.

Like yeah it’s a comedy where things are exaggerated and pushed to extremes for the gag, and it has super spies and assassins and telepaths and dogs that can see the future, but honestly one of the best things about the story is that underneath all of that it’s about family and shows the true appeal of having a one, the sense of comfort and safety and purpose it can bring, all the joy of giving and receiving love, and yes some of the inherent silliness that comes with trying to raise a child and navigate a relationship with another person.

So yeah I mean I don’t think someone should watch Spy x Family and just immediately decide they want to get married and have a kid because they think it will be all sunshine and rainbows and laughs, but I also don’t think it’s entirely ridiculous or invalid that someone could watch/read it and have the core theme resonate with them enough that it prompts them to challenge their world-view and what they want out of life.

I mean I already want to get married and have a kid, and I’ve done the hard thinking about the reality of those choices, and Spy x Family still consistently reminds me of exactly why I came to the decision I did, so nah I don’t think it’s weird that it might prompt some people to consider the possibility at the very least.

#idk spy x family wouldn't be as good as it is if it wasn't at it's core about the why people decide to have families #and the happiness that can be found in doing so #spy x family is about selfless love and how broken people can find happiness when they open themselves up to each other #AND YES THIS IS ABOUT THE NEW EPISODE WHAT ABOUT IT IM CRYING OKAY LEAVE ME ALONE #but like I get it okay I get why this could change someone's mind #or prompt them to think about it at the very least #bcs it's about love #it really is #spy x family #sxf

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gingerslemonade · 6 months

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I don't think I can even, like, begin to describe all the ways and levels in which SSGN makes me mad.

#spy school #like on the one hand what *are* you doing to erica #and what are you doing to Zoe #and what are you doing (or more specifically not doing) with trixie #because why did you introduce her and give it some complexity #only to drop it like a hot potato when there was a chance to explore it #and even with zoe there #why does she need??? any kind of romantic relationship????#it's not that it's rushed #it's that the idea that that is what she needs is *rotten to its core*#and I've been saying that since SSAS #''what can you expect from a middle grade book'' i can expect what the author implicitly promised books ago #okay maybe promised is not the right word #but i wanted SSPX to pick up on the threads that SSAS left in the same way that SSAS picked up on the threads that SSAS left #that's what i expected that's what i wanted #and the two threads that SSPX left that i kind of wanted explored (what actually happened between erica and joshua #and trixie being involved in a mission) were 100% abandoned #in favor of what? zoe (a character who got ruined *six books ago*) not going through any character development #no acknowledgement of what she did wrong #but gets a romantic relationship

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drenched-in-sunlight · 3 months

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monster

Rusty and O’Keeffe talk.

- or, birds are meant for the sky, and not to be shot down by dumb, stupid boys.

* this is a character analysis of Rusty, or rather, the version of him that is in my head. Based on the premise of Rusty/621 and O’Keefe/Flatwell.

- dragonfly signals the end of summer and the start of winter

- it also represents self-realization and divine revelation

This is like a fever dream (i drew these 19 pages in 3 days), but I’d love to hear what you think :)

#armored core #armored core 6 #v.iv rusty #v.iii o’keeffe #c4 621 #middle flatwell #viv621 #rusty’s divorced spy dads #albi’s art #I hope it’s clear that the narrator is unreliable as hell cuz Rusty is disassociating during a lunch break #just normal guy thing #lately I’ve been having some crisis about whether ppl still enjoy my ac6 content #so I’d love to hear if this sparks anything in you #me the whole time drawing this: am I having a stroke #oughhh my wrist

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theonlyadawong · 7 months

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very interested in the type of training ada does to develop her fighting style

#speakerphone!#obvs shes working with knives. i would argue shes likely on krausers level if not above him.#there is a flip she does in 6 that makes me think shes got some strong gymnastics training #how she lifts her legs up in damnation tells me she has incredible core strength (evident in her body control when using the grapple gun)#the power in her kicks is on par with leons and its only increased when used in combinations w hookshot.#frankly so much of her fighting style tells me she should also be fucking huge. but alas she is a woman and capcom is not going to let women #be anything other than thin with curves.#i guess i can see that as a spy she doesnt want to be HUGE so she doesnt draw attention while on missions. but also? shes a character made #by people w real world biases including misogyny. so. that point is kinda moot.#you know who else i dont think is thin and curvy? jill. in my head shes got very broad shoulders and very muscular arms #(evidenced by her ability to hold the plasma rifle and gun) (and obvs theres no way she can hold it as a human. but if she could she'd have #huge arms and broad shoulders) and that is my truth‼️‼️‼️

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minipisi-is-dumb · 1 year

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i don't wanna be one of Those fellas but i believe yor and loid are sososo aspec coded like idk the entire concept of twilight only dating women because of his mission and seeing getting a wife as just another step for it without even double thinking and yor literally compheting around and trying to pretend to have any type of partner as long as her work colleagues leave her alone is just uh. look. they're both so ridiculously aspec coded while the show itself just mocks the idea of a traditional family. wow is just a neat show guys

#im not even like a huge fan i just. have thoughts sometimes.#i like it when silly pieces of media allow me to interpret them however i want <3 #the core of the story is challenging amatonormativity regardless so #idc #good stuff but im rambling #sxf #spy x family #minipisi.txt

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hqmillioncorn · 14 days

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Star of the Show.

Cherrypit listened as the sound of Babycorn's linkshell kept ringing and ringing. Both of them weren't used to the sound so neither of them hadn't noticed it at first, it almost blended itself with the music of the Gold Saucer itself. But now Cherrypit couldn't ignore it. "Bebe!" He called out to her, but there was no response. His sister was just too busy watching a dancing sabotender from a distance. Too shy to approach him directly. The ring of the linkshell was starting to get on Cherrypit's nerves. "Go! Go!" Cherrypit shouted in vain. At this point he was tempted to pick Babycorn up himself and walk out of the Gold Saucer the same way they came in from.

Lalapril 4/15 Star with @windupnamazu 's Butter and Pancake

sometimes life is just a little hard when word spreads around that you're the world's newest miracle worker.

There were only a few special places in Eorzea that Babycorn considered her favorite to spend her time at.

Most of them were places where she could eat yummy food and hang out with her friends. Which is why sometimes a person who Babycorn would consider a friend would find her running around their house first thing in the morning, eating food right out of their fridge.

That being said her absolute favorite place ever in the world ever was the Manderville Gold Saucer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The glistening atmosphere of the saucer had an instantaneous grasp on Babycorn the very second that she took her first shaky step off of the airship. Señor Sabotender had done a funny little dance in front of her and Babycorn was so mesmerized she ended up following him for hours.

She would have spent much more time there had she not been physically carried back to the airship after they got a call from Minfilia.

But how could she help it? It was full of so many fun things to do and amazing prizes to win. Who cares if she spent most of her gil here? When she was having such a good time!

Basically, she was just a walking advertisement for the whole place at this point. One that didn't get paid for any of this mind you.

This is why Babycorn had been reciting her entire speech about why the Manderville Gold Saucer was the best place ever to Butter and Pancake. Even as their airship was already heading there. Her excitement was even enough to fight back against her fear of riding on an airship.

“Wow! That sounds like a lot of fun!” Butter watched Babycorn dance around in excitement. Normally she would be cowering in the corner and closing her eyes tightly but it was great to see her so happy.

Pancake ran in between them, she was running from side to side of the airship. All while balancing Cherrypit on her head. Who was making sure (in his own way) that nothing happened to her.

“Woah! We’re so high up!!” Pancake stared off into the horizon and cupped her hands around her mouth. "Hellooooo down there!!” She shouted. “Hellloooo!!” Cherrypit echoed after her. It would be a big surprise if someone answered them from all the way down there.

“Please tell me we’re almost there.” Pancake asked. If the ride to the Gold Saucer was this much fun she couldn’t imagine how amazing the actual place was going to be.

Babycorn paused her excitement to answer Pancake’s question. “Almost!!” She ended up getting herself even more excited after answering Pancake’s question. “If you look over there you can probably see it!” Babycorn pointed towards something very large in the distance.

Neither Pancake or Butter had noticed it. Mostly because Pancake had been busy looking at the sky all around them and Butter had embarrassingly been only staring at Babycorn.

Once Pancake saw it her mouth opened wide in surprise. "Butter are you seeing this?!! A giant sabotender!” Pancake shouted. She pointed at it as hard as she could just in case Butter didn’t see it. On top of her head, Cherrypit pointed alongside her. “Woah! Woah! Sabobebar!” Cherrypit babbled.

It made Butter happy to see Pancake having so much fun. Things had been so stressful lately after the whole incident with their parents, it was nice to get out and do something to get their minds off of it. Even nicer was that Lunya had given them a huge allowance to spend it on whatever they wanted to today.

“I hope everyone has fun today…” Butter heard someone whisper.

“Hmm?”

Butter recognized it as Babycorn’s voice but it didn’t look like she was aware she had said that out loud. A part of her still wasn’t used to having a speaking voice again, having gotten too used to having her voice echoing in one person’s head.

Babycorn was holding her hands together and staring at Pancake and Cherrypit.

"I hope they have fun."

It only took a full thirty minutes for Cherrypit to crawl into a Moogle’s Paw machine and get himself stuck in there. Though completely by choice. He grabbed one of the prizes and began to chew on them.

Butter panicked at first, foolishly believing that this was the first time this had happened.

“Cherry noooooooo!!” He had only taken his eye off of him for a second but a single second is pretty much all it took for Cherrypit to get himself into some trouble. How could this happen? Babycorn had trusted him to watch over Cherrypit, even after the whole ‘sneaking on a boat incident’, and now he had let him get trapped in a claw machine…Ohh...The despair…

…Maybe he could rescue Cherrypit by winning him in the claw game?

Before Butter could even check how many MGP he had in his pockets, Babycorn came skipping over with Pancake. She had wanted to try the Cuff-a-Curr for a round or more and figured that out of the two of them Babycorn would have the most MGP on her to give her all the tries she wanted.

Pancake walked up to Butter, proudly flexing her arm out. “Guess who totally kicked the game's ass and won like a hundred points?! That’s right! Me!” A little more points and Pancake could totally probably convince Babycorn to buy her one of those machines to take back to the mansion.

“Woah! Good job Pancake!” Butter was so proud of his sister that he had forgotten about his plan to try and hide the fact that Cherrypit was stuck inside the Moogle’s Paw. Only noticing when Babycorn walked past him and stared into the machine.

She sighed, “Cherry! What did I tell you about sneaking inside there?” Butter noted the look on her face. It was about now that he clued in that this had probably happened before.

It was the same type of look that he could feel himself giving Pancake whenever she ate the cookies he baked right after taking them out of the oven.

“Sorry Butts. I should have warned you that Cherry likes to sneak into those things.”

Cherrypit offered no such apology, for he had nothing to apologize for.

Pancake ran up to the Moogle’s Paw and almost placed her face against the glass. “Damn Cherry, how did you get in there?!” Her face turned serious, “Can you get the best prize and bring it out here?”

Cherrypit nodded. He understood exactly what Pancake was talking about but he wanted to spend just a bit more time inside. Chewing on the prizes for fun. He made sure that he was biting one of the harder to get prizes though.

“Yeah! Get it!” Pancake cheered.

Butter was now a little more relieved now that he knew that this was just a thing that Cherrypit did and that Babycorn didn’t hate him forever and until the end of time now. There was only one small problem now. “How do you usually get him out?” Butter asked. There was a big part of him that was really hoping he could do something to help.

“I usually just go to the people up at the front and ask them to help…” If Babycorn wasn’t such a regular patron at the Gold Saucer already then this would probably be the reason why they knew her by name. “Do you mind waiting here while I go get them? I don’t wanna leave Cherry by himself…” It made Babycorn a little nervous to ask Butter this favor.

In reality, there was no reason for her to worry. “Of course! Just leave it to me!” Butter proudly stood proudly by the Moogle’s Paw, resting his hands on his hips he was giving off an aura of confidence that had last been seen last Starlight when he swore he could make five baker’s dozen amount of donuts before dinner.

And then he did. So Cherrypit was in good hands.

“Thanks Butts! I promise I won’t be long!” There was no way she could take long when she was so short. Babycorn was soooo smart.

Pancake raised her hand in the air. “Can I go help Babycorn?” Inside the machine Cherrypit also raised his hand but only because Pancake was doing it and he wanted to do it too.

She took notice of this and raised both or her hands, giggling to herself as Cherrypit raised his other hand too.

“Sure!” Butter answered.

Pancake pumped a fist into the air and let out a hushed, “Yes!” Her plan was to regale Babycorn all about the cool things that Butter had ever done ever since Pancake had first meet him. Yes, all the way back when she was a baby. Surely with her help she would be the flower girl during Butter and Babycorn’s wedding before she knew it.

Butter needed all the help he could get. And who better to help than his super clever and strong sister?

Babycorn and Pancake walked on ahead to Entrance Square. As they turned the corner Pancake made sure to wave over to her brother with a wide smile on her face.

Butter was pretty surprised.

Not only because Cherrypit was having a grand time inside the Moogle’s Paw but also because he had somehow managed to fall asleep. He had curled up hugging one of the prizes and decided that it was a comfy enough place to take his nap.

Butter thought about knocking on the glass to try and wake him up, but that felt a little too mean.

He didn’t want to risk scaring the little guy awake but at the same time he didn’t want to risk having Cherrypit stay up all night instead.

“I guess if Babycorn needs help watching Cherry I can help her with that too!” Of course, that was only in case that Babycorn asked him. And he would be happy to help! For now he kept a watchful eye on Cherrypit.

“Yup! Still sleeping!” He said to himself. It was cute, it sort of reminded Butter of how Pancake used to sleep hugging onto Cinnamon.

At the time Cinnamon had told him over and over that she had absolutely hated it but now that Pancake was bigger he often caught Cinnamon following Pancake around bedtime with the biggest puppy-dog eyes he’d ever seen her do.

It had been a hot minute since Pancake and Babycorn had gone for help. He leaned over as far as he could to see if he could see them coming back. He didn’t want to take his eyes off Cherrypit so most of the time he was keeping himself busy staring at him and awkwardly telling patrons walking up to the Moogle’s Paw that they had to find another one to play on.

At this point the music of the place was starting to get to him a little.

“Butter! Butter!!”

Butter turned to see Pancake running right towards him. He was about to happily greet her, before he noticed the panicked look on her face. The way she was running to him, something wasn’t right.

Pancake stumbled to a stop right in front of Butter. She looked out of breath, Butter noticed that her hands were shaking. Butter ran up to her and before he knew it, Pancake had grabbed onto him in a tight hug. “Pancake?! What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Butter did his best to comfort his sister who obviously had been shaken up by something.

Pancake wiped at her eyes and in a shaky voice began to explain what had happened. “W-We were walking up the aetheryte to go back to the entrance when a bunch of people walked up to us a-and asked Babycorn her name.” She paused and took a second to look at where she had come from, “...Babycorn didn’t tell them anything but then more people started appearing and they said they were looking for the Starsinger and that Babycorn had to come with them…”

Butter was having trouble believing what he was hearing.

“When they started getting closer Babycorn said s-she would go with them but only if they let me go!” And that was when Pancake had run as fast as she could to the one person she knew she could always count on. “I’ s-sorry I didn’t help and now B-Babycorn is…Babycorn is…!!”

“Hey, hey.” Butter gently placed his hands on Pancake’s shoulders. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Babycorn wanted you to be safe. You did the right thing, you’re safe.”

Pancake sniffled, nodding. “I-I guess…”

Time was ticking. “Pancake you stay here with Cherrypit. I’ll go help Babycorn. Okay?”

“Okay!” Pancake seemed to be doing just a little better, looking determined to do whatever she could to get back at the people that had scared her so badly.

Butter gave his sister another hug, before turning off to run in the direction where he had seen Babycorn and Pancake head earlier. There wasn’t really a plan in his head but all he really knew was that he had to help Babycorn. No matter what.

With that, Butter suddenly ran off. Without any weapon on him at all.

“But you don’t have a-!”

“I’ll figure something out! Don’t worry!”

Butter did happen to figure out something along the way.

That something ended up being grabbing an umbrella from an umbrella holder and rushing over to where Pancake had last seen Babycorn. It wasn’t a surprise to see that whoever it was that was taking Babycorn had already left by then.

“Did you see that? Was that Babycorn? Do you think it’s too late to ask for her autograph?”

Butter turned to look towards where some of Babycorn’s fan club members were pointing towards. Most of them were too starstruck to even notice Butter running right past them.

If they had stopped and looked at him they would have noticed that he looked remarkably like one of the characters on the front cover of 'Warrior of Love! Is actually the Warrior of Heartbreak?! Who will Babycorn choose?' But that’s another story for another time.

He grabbed onto the handle of the umbrella tightly and turned the corner towards the airship landing. Once he made his way there he was shocked to see a few people laying face down on the floor, there couldn’t have been less than four of them.

The other’s that had escaped whatever knocked down the rest were gathered around Babycorn.

Who was very busy biting the arm of a very frightened cloaked figure. He was trying very hard to shake her off but Babycorn’s bite was relentless.

As anyone who knew her when she was younger could attest to.

It actually looked like Babycorn had taken care of most of the people trying to kidnap her but it probably wouldn’t hurt to give her some help. He gripped the handle of the umbrella and raised his voice. “Hey!” All of the would be kidnappers, and Babycorn, turned to look at him. “If you know what’s good for you-you’ll let Babycorn go!” He pointed the umbrella right at them, which probably would have been a little more threatening if he was holding his actual sword.

Babycorn opened her mouth, dropping down to the ground, her face lit up as she waved at Butter. “Butts! Hi! Is Pancake okay?” She was jumping up and down in excitement.

“Hiiiiii!” Butter happily waved back at her. “Pancakes safe don’t worry!” He wanted to thank Babycorn for keeping his sister safe but he would probably do that when they got home.

Then without a warning he rushed forward, eyes flashing a strange glow. He smacked one of the kidnappers with the umbrella as hard as he could. “You asked for it!” Butter watched as they fell backwards, narrowly missing falling into the airship tunnel.

Deciding that this was now more trouble than it was worth, the handful of the still conscious would-be kidnappers retreated into their waiting airship.

Babycorn was torn on letting them go but if experience proved anything, it was that they wouldn’t try this again. After all, she never saw any of the people who tried to kidnap her twice. Ever.

On instinct Butter sheathed the umbrella onto his back. “Are you okay Babycorn?” Honestly he was more than ready to fight the people that tried to take Babycorn away again, not to mention scared his baby sister, much more than he actually did.

Babycorn picked a piece of metal from her teeth. “Yeah, I’ll get scared about this later.”

#lalapril #lalapril 2024 #Babycorn #Butter #Pancake #Cherrypit #sorry for another day of buttercorn but i did say they were invading my brain i wasnt exagerating #anyways im not drawing an accurate moogles paw for something 3 people will see #also something in here is a crisis core reference wink #cherrypit can easily get himself out of there but he just wont you know how it is #its funner for him to just sit there and watch people fuss over him #its not a date for them until they go eat something then pancake and cherrypit hide in the bushes and spy on them #cinnamon and airy watching soap operas at home i guess

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