#kia headcanons shit

[dreemurr-skelememer]

chara meant moving onto deltarune by saying this, btw 🙄

#i would provide even more context if asked but for now this is all i want to say because it's SOOOOOOOOOOO much information #undertale #chara #deltarune #kia headcanons shit

[eoieopda]

svt as attorneys

this was partly inspired by this tiktok. i’m a trial attorney irl and wanted to chime in with my personal headcanons based on the kind of counsel i frequently deal with. for legal reasons, this is a joke.

seungcheol & jihoon — watch out for these two. they’re going to be unassuming & agreeable during pre-trial hearings, and they may even give off the impression that they’re each just a lil fella 🤏🏻 in a big courtroom, but when trial comes around? x-games mode. seriously, who the fuck is that monster, and where has he been until now? even if you win, you’re gonna stumble out of the courthouse with 1% of your life force left.

jeonghan & minghao — the most infuriating thing about them is that they don’t put on much of a case at all?? they just?? gaslight their way through it?? they manage to grab hold of a single, relatively insignificant thread, and they pull and pull and pull until your immaculately structured argument completely unravels. with just a crumb of effort, they have manipulated the jury and ruined your life. rip, diva. it was a good run.

joshua & mingyu — they reek of “big law”. they both come from some giant, (inter)national firm (probably founded by a family member), and you know what? they don’t even really practice your specific area of law. it doesn’t matter. they’re well-dressed, extremely charming, and the jury doesn’t care that they’re talking circular nonsense because their eyes are so sparkly. and because their retainers/fees a) are astronomical and b) aren’t contingent, their only real goal is to make the judge fall in love with them. they succeed. in fact, they’re going golfing together next weekend 😔

junhui — sorry to this man, but he’s either asleep at the counsel table, or he’s secretly playing fruit ninja on his phone underneath said table (people still play this in the year of our lord, 2024??). he doesn’t do a thing during trial itself but will come out with the most aggressive and dramatic closing arguments you’ve ever heard before dipping out without another word. you never see him again, and you’re not even sure if he’s actually real.

soonyoung & seokmin — they’re the type to walk into the attorney conference room outside the courtroom and ask you what the case is about/who their client is. they’ve each absolutely slipped up and called the judge/magistrate “your majesty”. they have no idea what’s going on, and for some reason, you can’t even be mad at them for their incompetence? because they’re just so likable as people? do not hire these men. if you have hired one of these men, fire him immediately, and ask him to get your case file out of his base model kia rio (where he’s kept it & forgotten about it) and give it back to you, expeditiously.

wonwoo & vernon — these big-brained motherfuckers have no pulse. they’re absolutely unflappable. they never raise their voice, never react with more than a nod or a thoughtful “aaah”. they’re silent killers, though; and they’ll blow your shit up without emoting once. their reactions to getting an acquittal or preventing a multi-million dollar award in damages? “wow 😐”

seungkwan & chan — the “true believers”, 100%. they’re junior attorneys with a lot to prove. unlike most attorneys who argue their client’s position, these two fully, personally assume it. even if their client is batshit insane, they’re completely on board; they both can and will die on this hill. (ex: “your honor, the meth lab in my client’s house was created and operated by the unnamed man who lives in his truck in the woods out back. my client had no idea it was in his kitchen. look deeply into his eyes, past the glassiness, and see his innocence!”). they’ll each argue and argue and argue until they walk out hoarse, and when they lose (not due to lack of ability but because their overzealousness scares the jury), they’ll probably cry in their car in the parking lot 😕

#seventeen #svt #svt headcanons #svt imagines

[umbra-vulpes]

Alegraves' Daily Life Headcanons Vol.1

*Just some Alegraves’ daily life hcs and smut that continue from the previous post. Cheesy af but I just want them to be cute🥺

This is a continuation hcs to this post:

• Alejandro and Graves are both truck guys.

Graves is definitely Ford or RAM 4x4 big-ass off-road truck with all fancy technology in it kind of guy, while Ale just loves trucks because it’s convenient, multi-purpose, and feel good to drive.

Also, Graves definitely has an all-black touring motorcycle because he wants it, he gets it (7 rings playing in the background) and after a few short motorcycle trips together, Alejandro started to consider buying one as well.

• Graves loves to play and sing along with country music while driving and always has a pair of spare sunglasses and a cowboy hat in the car, cause just in case he feels like wearing one.

•Graves has a habit of cleaning his car every time he leaves the car, that’s why his car is mostly clean but always has some random plastic water bottles or a few coins tossed around here and there. Alejandro will toss his gear and stuff to the backseat every time he drives, that’s why his front seat is clean af but the backseat carpet always have mugs, dirt, or tree leaves on it.

• Alejandro has serious road rage and He is proud af of it. Cause drives like a madman did save them from KIA thousand times during missions, but that’s also why Rudy and Graves strictly forbid him to drive in the city or highway during traffic time. Otherwise, there will be a very high chance of seeing a full-on Latino mode Alejandro, head out of the window, yelling and arguing with other drivers on the road while whoever is on the shotgun tries to save everyone’s life somewhere on the road in Texas or Mexico. (Jesus take the wheel!)

•Both loathe big and crowded cities like New York and will never miss the chance of trashing it.

•Graves is that 7-in-1 head and shoulders and random body wash guys. His skin care routine is basically non exist, water, face cleanser and water, because Yeehaw he is a Texas rough man, and he always says he can use all the shower and skincare time to do something more productive.

The fact that he somehow manage to have healthy and glowing hair and skin in such manners makes the British members of 141 and Alejandro a bit jealous about it.

•On the other hand , Alejandro has an intense skincare routine like a movie star and definitely use specific products for skincare and haircare. He knows he is handsome af and intends to use his charm as a weapon. He definitely has spa days during his holidays. Needless to say, Graves ‘care routine’ has definitely given him a shock when he first know.

•Both of them use the word ‘cowboy’ or ‘Vaqueros’ with different meanings depending on the occasion, they can compliment each other using the word and use it as a sweet nickname for each other but can also attack each other using the same word. Nevertheless, if the conversation happens in bed, the term definitely means something good:)

•The ‘oh shit they really are made for each other moment’ for their friends is when the 141, Vaqueros, and Shadows decided to have a barbecue party, and Graves and Alejandro just automatically took over the grill together like two dads and working like they been doing this for 20 years. They just casually feed each other food for ‘taste testing’, and process to lick or suck their own fingers after feeding the other. They also drink each other beer without even asking the other, and the ridiculous amounts of PDA without warning just make their friends stunned and screaming for help(except Rudy who has already seen too much daily)

• Even though both have colognes at home but they always prefer the smell of fabric conditioner and aftershave they use because it smells like home and each other.

•Which brings us to the next hc that Graves is a sense monster, or in Alejandro's words a puppy who has his own blanket that it never lets its owner wash the blanket. He cares A LOT about smells, will steal and hoard Alejandro’s clothes if he is away from home for too long, and loves to wear and give boyfriend hoodies. He also LOVES a good sweaty after training Alejandro. And will always use smells as a compliment.

•Meanwhile Alejandro is a physical touch and kisses monster. ALWAYS TOUCH STAVING. Just LOVES to grab a kiss and hug here and there, Will hug you from behind while you are cooking that type of man, and have no personal boundaries at all, if Graves sits on the couch on his own, he will automatically sit right next to him and wrap him into his arms.

•They are both affectionate af, Like Very Very Very Affectionate at Maximum level. While they both try to be professional when they are at work, the natural habits of showing affection to each other just never seem to be under control. The hand on the waist or sometimes ass, the hug that may be a little too long too tie for comrades, or just random kisses on the cheek and neck, these types of self-displayed PDA just make the Vaqueros roll their eyes and sign, and hope that long time exposure of PDA could consider as mental trauma.

•Graves is a very southern man that will use nicknames like ‘Honey’, ‘sweetheart’, ‘darling’, ‘dear’ etc. on a daily basis, such as calling waitresses or cashiers ‘sweetheart’. At first, Alejandro is a bit bothered by it, but then he realizes that there are some nicknames that Graves used just for him, such as calling him different kinds of nicknames that relate to food(sugar, sweets, pumpkin, pecan pie, muffins, biscuits, butter, donuts), Boo, Babe, Sunshine, handsome and Alejandro’s personal favorites—— my (little) Cowboy (Vaquero).

•Alejandro uses more classic Spanish nicknames such as 'Mi Amor', 'Mi alma', or 'Cariño' etc. he also uses cowboy(Vaquero) referring to Graves but he also calls Graves 'Mi Sombra/Umbra' which Graves loves it.

•But their favorites are calling each other husband, partner, or my man(Mr.) when they talk to other people. It’s very Cheesy but they love it.

•They both are dog person. They adopted a retired military dog, the dog sometime will go to the Vaqueros base with Alejandro.

•Alejandro is good at cooking anything in general and is always happy to challenge himself with new recipes. While Graves is only good at grilling meat and a few southern dishes that become his signature dishes. Alejandro approves those signature dishes are really god-tier but other foods that Graves made are…interesting.

•Alejandro, Graves, and Rodolfo formed a bully triangle where the two of the trio with work together to make fun of the one that in the trio who is being stupid or mean. Graves and Rudy will exchange Alejandro's past and present secrets and embarrassing stories to make fun of him; Alejandro and Graves will act like super lovey-dovey exaggeratedly to disgust Rudy; Rudy and Alejandro just loved to use Spanish to make fun of Graves when he beings too ‘American’.

•Both are beer lovers, both have a high tolerance for alcohol, and not easy to get drunk, but Alejandro can definitely outdrink Graves. While Graves' face turns red quickly with a small amount of alcohol and gets more excited like a drunk college student, he actually gets quieter and more sleepy as he drinks more. Alejandro looks normal with a few beers but gets high and loud as he drinks more, will yell his heart on karaoke type of drunk.

Should I continue posting this?

#alegraves #alejandro vargas #phillip graves

[mwolf0epsilon]

Olly for the ask game!

Headcanon A: What I Think Realistically

Riot Troopers have a very bad reputation among GAR clones because their job entails "assaulting civilians", a rather cowardly position to a clone's point of view. Even their use of shields is a point of mockery.

Olly being one of the highest ranking riot troopers prior to the Warehouse Incident made him a target for some rather... Unsavoury rumours. And considering he often helped break-up fights in 79s he definitely didn't make a good name for himself in the eyes of the GAR.

His very stoic and silent nature didn't help his case, and once Lich and PB weren't around to defend his name he just got used to being on the Frontliners's shitlist. It wasn't like he cared about their uninformed opinions anyway. He didn't have much time for baseless gossip.

Headcanon B: What I Think is Fucking Hilarious

Olly is a very needy cuddlebug once you get past his unflappable and unyielding exterior mask. He needs physical comfort and sometimes forgets he can't just randomly grab a vod to hold like a teddy bear.

He always apologizes if he oversteps any boundaries and is lucky most of the vode don't mind being manhandled or held like tooka kittens.

It's kind of funny seeing him drop the usual resting bitch face and taking on such a shy and sheepish look, considering just how gosh darn huge he is.

Headcanon C: What is Heart-crushing and Awful but Fun to Inflict on Friends

His chronic pain from Sulu Ra's enhancement serum experiment, and his struggle to deal with his grief and abandonment issues can lead to him becoming incredibly volatile and physically reactive. He's hurt at least three people he trusted dearly due to what happened on Umbara alone, and he's forever ashamed of the lasting scars (both physical a psychological) those moments of weakness caused his friends.

He usually has good composure and can compartmentalize his troubles. But Lichtenberg being supposedly KIA and Pretty Boy being MIA broke something in him. They were his rocks after all. His ori'vode. It's hard to deal with loss and personal betrayal like that...

Imagine the added agony and shame when they were all reunited on Epifania... He lashed out at his friends for NOTHING...

Headcanon D: What Would Never Work with Canon but the Canon is Shit so I Believe It Anyway

Olly's stature of 8'2". The Warehouse Incident altered his already abnormally tall height (canon says the clones are 6 feet tall, but she a goddamn liar they're 5'7") into something freakish for a human, and he's incredibly self-conscious about it.

It doesn't help that he was put on permanent Prison rotation and had to relocate to the prison barracks specifically to stay out of sight of civilians. Poor guy only sees his best friend or his boyfriend once a week if he's lucky...

Gets to know Boba a little better tho. He pities the kid a lot, but tries not to show it least Fett's little terror feel patronized and personally slighted.

#star wars #the clone wars #clone ocs #riot trooper olly olly oxenfree #headcanons #Gaeasun

[garyroachsanderson]

i would like to hear more about nerve’s original squadron! maybe a drabble or headcanons? 👀👀

YES IVE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO REQUEST THIS

NERVE X THEIR PAST SQUADRON - DRABBLE / HEADCANONS

After they joined, they were quickly deployed to America, back to their home country, and placed with a squadron.

A ‘squadron’ is a term for two or more flights (units) bunched together in one sort of team. In Nerve’s case, it was 2.

Their squadron was called The 176th Attack Squadron, but everyone had already agreed that was a stupid name, so they called themselves the Dovehawks. One flight was the Doves, and the others were the Hawks. Since both flights already had 14 people, Nerve sort of just.. existed in between. They were in both flights— mainly Hawk— but they were an authentic Dovehawk.

They flew A-10 Thunderbolt IIs. Nerve was upset about having to leave their Lassie behind after being deployed.

Nerve was considerably livelier and talkative with their original flight than they are now. They don’t think they’ll ever be like that again (unless i were to pull a few goofy strings)

Their flight members were actually very kind. It consisted of the following: (👽 means Nerve lost contact with them, ☠️ means KIA, and ❓ means genuinely MIA)

Fracture (👽) (37 Y/O American male, full name John Frazier) 🦅

Bearhug (👽) (34 Y/O Australian female, full name Lizzy Carlson) 🦅

Turtledove (☠️) (19 Y/O Dutch male, full name Cassidy Longlegs) 🦅

South (👽) (43 Y/O American male, full name Altan Kose) 🦅

Laylow (👽) (26 Y/O Lativan female, full name Agnese Kalnina) 🦅

Terrier (☠️) (30 Y/O Australian male, full name Joseph Klitzman) 🦅

Two Teeth (☠️) (56 Y/O United Kingdom male, full name William Sanders) 🦅

Softspot (👽) (28 Y/O American female, full name Hannah Sanders) 🦅

Boxcutter (👽) (18 Y/O American female, full name Hailey de Guzman) (AKA: Nerve’s best friend) 🦅

Kamikaze (❓) (24 Y/O Australian male, full name Alexander Tenorman) 🦅

Gimoteo (❓) (27 Y/O Australian male, full name Derek Tenorman) 🦅

Tiny (☠️) (42 Y/O American female, full name Vanessa Madden) 🦅

Pork (👽) (50 Y/O Australian male, full name Cosmo Barlowe) 🦅

Crow (☠️) (21 Y/O German female, full name Anna Fischer) 🦅

Nerve (❓) (16 Y/O American, first name Arkady (Аркадий), last name undetermined.) 🦅(🕊️?)

Baywatch (❓) (45 Y/O Polish male, first name undetermined but last name Adamski.) 🕊️

Seagull (👽) (30 Y/O United Kingdom male, full name Saul Gull) 🕊️

Kenny (👽) (25 Y/O American male, full name Kenneth Thompson) 🕊️

Bulldog (☠️) (29 Y/O United Kingdom female, full name Amy Deer) 🕊️

Ray (☠️) (40 Y/O American male, full name Raymond Jackson) 🕊️

FuFu (☠️) (26 Y/O American female, full name Bunny Blackburn) 🕊️

Button (❓) (53 Y/O United Kingdom male, full name Seymour Buttefield) 🕊️

Bomber (👽) (20 Y/O Australian male, full name Frank Kaczynski) 🕊️

Nine (👽) (32 Y/O United Kingdom male, full name Daniel Hudson) 🕊️

Screwloose (☠️) (50 Y/O Australian female, full name Mary Walsh) 🕊️

Saline (☠️) (24 Y/O Irish male, full name Fred O’Sullivan) 🕊️

Tombstone (☠️) (60 Y/O Irish male, full name Anthony Walsh) 🕊️

Wren (❓) (18 Y/O United Kingdom female, full name Raina Simon) 🕊️

Ant (❓) (18 Y/O American male, full name Johnny Hodge) 🕊️

(here’s a secret: i haven’t read up on the air force since i was in the 8th grade, making this story. i’m reading all these details on the planes and shit from a paper i found lying in my closet /srs. my memory fails me, as i have no fucking idea what a ‘general chief sergeant’ is, so while i read up on the air force i’ll just say that fracture is the ‘big leader’, baywatch is second in command, etc etc etc, and bearhug, ray, pork, and south are the ‘sergeants’ of the crew. nerve is fracture’s teacher’s pet. boxcutter is nerves best friend. )

“Nerve! There’s something wrong with my jet.”

Their brown eyes glazed down the form of the soldier just in front of the base entrance, attempting to study her facial expression from the goggles blocking her eyes. The flow of sunlight from the outside drenched the soldier and illuminated her gear, but caught her darkened goggles, sending an impossibly bright glint of light Nerve’s way.

Placing a saluted hand upon their forehead, they dragged themselves from their work, their legs threatening to give out as they did. Hauling themselves across the smoothed concrete, placing their hands on their hips as they came to the side of their comrade. They paused, knees slightly bent, studying the back of the plane to discover the issue, before turning to Boxcutter with an eyebrow raised.

“Wait, something’s wrong with your gear.” She pointed a crude finger towards Nerve’s chest, her eyes sliding down their form. Something.. wrong with it? They had double checked it this morning. What could possibly be off?

As their eyes met the tip of her gloved finger, she quickly snapped it upwards, sending Nerve’s chin aloft, head pointed towards the rafters.

“Fucking idiot.”

Nerve hesitated, before pulling down their mesh face mask and exerting all of the force in their molars upon her still-pointed finger.

#call of duty modern warfare #cod #call of duty #modern warfare #cod oc #air force #nerve #fuck how do i write this #nerve cod

[missxnsuppxrt]

I want to talk about Ingrid’s C-PTSD related to her work. Like emergency aid dispatchers in real life, Ingrid is hearing, seeing and experiencing a lot of what field agents do.

Just think about what she goes through with Leon Kennedy alone. She hears and probably sees everything he does in real time. The B.O.W.s, the death, the violence, the torture. She’s experiencing all this with Leon, but she is forced to compartmentalize her feelings and emotions because in that moment she has to stay calm and vigilant for Leon’s sake. Like, this man’s life is in her hands. One wrong directive and he could wind up dead. That’s soooo much pressure on just one person! I headcanon that the FOS does usually have eyes on their agents either through aerial visuals (like we see in the beginning of RE: Damnation) or they have body cams of some sort by the time we get to RE6. So, Ingrid is seeing what Leon and the other agents she supervises see. She is getting a front row seat to all sorts of awful shit, and even though she’s just seeing that through a screen, that shit is still traumatizing.

Let’s look at what happens in RE4. Ingrid is trying to help keep Leon alive while he’s being essentially hunted by Los Illuminados, and the president’s daughter is at risk. That’s two people Ingrid is responsible for, but she has no control over them or what’s happening. She can’t go in and save them. She just has to helplessly watch and listen. Then she fucking loses all contact with him not once but twice (once when he’s infected, again when he gets to the castle). I mean, can you imagine the horror and dread of that situation? Someone you are personally responsible for in the middle of literal hell on earth has gone MIA. The last time you heard from them, they were in trouble, so your mind just starts going crazy with worst case scenarios. That’s enough to traumatize anyone. But Ingrid has to keep her emotions at bay and stay calm. She can’t healthily process what’s happening in that moment, so she has to deal with all that shit later.

I headcanon that just before RE4, Ingrid lost an agent in Algeria. She was helping them try to disable a bomb, and then their communications failed. She couldn’t see anything. Just all of a sudden, when she’s telling them which wire to clip, she gets static. When she tries to get an aerial visual, she just sees this massive crater with pieces of the agent all over the place. Like, that shit will change a person. And then to go through that again with another agent? Ingrid was on her last leg mentally that day.

Then there’s RE: Damnation. Leon is in the middle of a warzone, and she can see him. She sees rockets nearly take him out, sees gunfire, sees B.O.W.s everywhere. Dead civilians, soldiers being shot up. And then when she tries to guide him out of danger, he just disconnects her. So, after the hell of the disconnection in RE4, Ingrid gets another hefty dose of traumatizing fear and anxiety. Leon is blind on the ground, and she has no way to help him or warn him if she sees something coming. And he is her agent. Her responsibility. I think in those moments, she was probably just imagining all the agents she HAD lost. All the deaths she had to oversee or witness. The torture of having to declare someone MIA or KIA. That shit is hard to deal with for anyone, and Ingrid has no military training. A few sessions with a government offered therapist isn’t going to do jack shit for that.

Then there’s the horror of RE6. She loses contact with Leon and Helena, that’s, again, TWO people she oversees, when they go underground in Tall Oaks (which is, in her words "hell on earth"). This poor woman has been through the emotional wringer. On top of that, Simmons blames Leon and Helena for the death of the president and declares them enemies of state. Now Ingrid has a big decision, does she salvage her job so she can protect hundreds of other agents or does she risk her life for these two? Suddenly her coworkers and superiors can no longer be trusted. They’re all potential threats and enemies. She has no safety net besides these two now-criminals, and she can’t be in contact with them all the time. She can only offer snippets of help when she can call in and watch what’s unfolding from her desk.

Ingrid’s symptoms are usually that she frightens very easily. She can’t watch movies with jump scares at all, even if she’s warned what will happen ahead of time. The sudden scares trigger her. Her triggers are usually audio-oriented. So, for example, if she hears a scream in a movie, she’s going to suddenly remember that time she watched an agent eaten alive during a T-virus outbreak. Or if there’s a sudden blaring music, she’ll remember that time she watched an agent turned into a pulp by a semi truck or the agent killed by a bomb. Stuff like that. Halloween is not a fun time for poor Ingrid. She also struggles with pretty nasty insomnia right after being exposed to a new trauma. Sleep makes her vulnerable to night terrors. And the overwhelming guilt and shame she feels about some of this stuff could be a post all on its own.

#ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ i'll be your support on this mission (headcanons/about) #cptsd tw #discussion of death tw #description of death tw

[tagthescullion]

📁 x (however many you have) for an AU where Bianca survives and is recruited into the Titan army (#dark!Bianca)

Okay I spent literal weeks on this bc I have a WIP of Bianca being alive and I have yet to decide whether I want her to be on the good side or the bad side.. you see, having more Big Three Kids on the bad side is such an interesting concept to me bc they're the ones with the strongest powers and the fight would've been much more equal.. anyway here we go:

(This became a bit long, I'll just add the cut)

(And in the end I decided this is how I'll be continuing my WIP after all)

Also this was for the: send me 📁 and I'll send you a headcanon!

Bianca doesn't die, she accidentally falls into the Labyrinth where she runs into Chris Rodríguez

They get out of the Labyrinth in Arizona where Clarisse finds them and recognises Chris and Bianca's name and accidentally tells Bianca "oh whoops, your brother ran away and nobody did shit about it :)" bc I love Clarisse but she's on the brutally honest side

Bianca is, understandably, very upset, you're a kid, you hand your brother to authorities who are there to help and send him to a safe haven and they just... let him go... bitches

Anyway, Bianca's bitter. Nico's gone, Zoë, her big fat crush, is dead and Artemis "did nothing to help" (bear in mind Bianca wasn't present there), and the only people to help her are a well-meaning but unequipped daughter of Ares and her petite and strong-willed mother (who loves Bianca bc she can stumble through French and play Bach on the piano)

So Bianca's picked up by the Hunters, lieutenanted by none other than not-a-fan-of-the-gods Thalia Grace

Thalia doesn't mean to put Bianca against the gods, hell she herself had an almost fall-to-the-Dark-Side moment, but she doesn't like the gods all that much, with perhaps a few exceptions

The only difference was that Annabeth was there to make Thalia see sense, whereas after months of looking Bianca doesn't have a fucking clue where Nico is

Thalia takes the Hunters to NYC, first they visit darling Percy who Bianca used to see like such a heroic figure but now? Damn now in her eyes this older boy has let her little, helpless brother alone in a foreign country plagued by pagan gods who seem to give no fucks about their children

Percy's explanation doesn't satisfy her at all, and then he goes and says "btw I think we know who your godly father is" and Bianca's like "??? I killed skeletons when none of you could, I know bc the Force told me so that my beloved Zoë is in Elysium, shadows stick to me like sand on the beach??? And I remember my mamma calling dad Ade??? who's my papà then?"

Sarcasm aside tho, Bianca is upset bc she had vague memories of a caring father but this god isn't the same, he didn't help Nico? he didn't find her? he almost let her die? what a father, eh?

Thalia realises Bianca's about to escalate into a full blown fist fight with Percy and she's like my money's on the girl "let's go to CHB, see if they know anything, why don't we?"

Mr D is mildly concerned under a façade of disinterest and Chiron's full of "we're so sorrys" that remind Bianca of when her neighbours got letter from the government saying "KIA we're so sorry he died bravely" which ofc pisses her tf off

She wonders out loud how can gods be so careless specially when they're losing campers to Kronos' side all the time

And guess who's there to hear her? Ah, yes, our darling spy. Silena wastes no time sending word to Luke that there's this Hunter who's two seconds away from storming up to Olympus to murder them all

Luke's still recovering from the fight in Mt Othrys, but he still knows Thalia's not happy with the gods, he knows she'll unknowingly help poison Bianca bc he knows about CJ now, and knows that a certain Jason Grace is there bc he was taken by Juno when he was a toddler, and that it's a big part of why Thalia was so hateful towards the gods

Luke knows Thalia well, and Thalia sees the parallels between her lost little brother and Bianca's little brother... at the time, Thalia has no clue Jason's alive nor does she know whether Nico's alive

"He is" Bianca insists, but "what does she know?" Thalia thinks but out loud she only says "the gods don't care about us, they're just slightly better than Kronos"

Not particularly convincing ofc, and Luke tells Silena to take advantage of a potential recruit in the Hunters, who they haven't been able to get hold of so far

And how tf does a daughter of Aphrodite contact the Hunters without calling attention on it? through no other than Clarisse

Because Bianca has a soft spot for Clarisse, after all, Bianca's a kid, she's hurt and confused, and Clarisse offered her shelter when she was at her lowest, so ofc Bianca keeps in contact with her

Clarisse and Silena are best mates ;) and eventually Silena discovers such a pretty music box that plays that same song Bianca played for the La Rues

Clarisse is a bit surprised Silena remembered that particular detail but eh, Virgos are like that, so she tells Silena she can hand it over to Bianca whenever they saw each other again

Clarisse ofc thinks it's such a Silena move to gift pretty thing to little girls who feel sad, she's a good Samaritan and what not, isn't she? such a lovely friend

Bianca likes going over to the La Rues every so often, Clarisse shares every bit of information she has, and Bianca grew fond of the mother-daughter pair, and then Clarisse gives her that music box... it's so pretty

Pretty and useful, she finds out

The music box has a little ballet dancer, if you press it, it sounds like... what was it that Nico and his little friend in Westover liked to play with? walkie-talkies!

And she messes around for a while saying dumb random things and getting no reply until one day she hears Silena's voice come back to her

At first it's chit chat, "did you like the music box?" "isn't it cool that it does that?" "it's okay to be upset about your brother" "how come Artemis hasn't helped yet?" and that's the thing about pre-teens, they're so easy to convince

Besides, Kronos is no fool, the moment Silena gets a hit with the "gods are so insensitive" he throws dreams Bianca's way... the true destruction of the war she can't remember properly, runaway demigods unsheltered and alone, and finally: Nico.

He is alive, she knew it! But he's by himself, he looks so thin and dirty and... devastated. He looks devastated.

It's all the gods' fault. Their civilisation's rotten!

Kronos tells her it's easy to get him back... but not with the gods' help. what has your father done for the both of you? what has your Artemis done to get him back? niente, Bianca, niente

Bianca's not an idiot, she knows this creepy, powerful voice is up to something, and her grandfather has always told her no big favour comes for free. "what do you want from me?"

"Information." "That's all?" "That's all."

Bianca wants proof, no deal is made without insurance. Kronos shows her Nico again, he shows her Minos, the danger Nico's in, and bc Kronos is a stronzo and we know it, he lets her think it's her fault. you abandoned him, you owe him this.

Bianca falls for it. Kronos is right, isn't he? she left him with camp, camp didn't do shit. she should've known that!

"How do I help him?" "Keep us informed about the Hunters' whereabouts and plans" "How?" "The music box"

And so Bianca's now a spy

Voilà

This was so long, I'm soooo writing this now

#bianca di angelo #clarisse la rue #silena beauregard #nico di angelo #thalia grace #kronos pjo #pjo #mis fics #tagthescullion #cevenini responde #ask game

[fadinglight123]

More clone headcanons I guess????

Part 1       Part 3        Part 4

So the first part of this got like. An insane amount of notes over the last day or so and now more stuff is rattling around in my head so...have some more?

So in the first one I mentioned the 501st and 212th using Mando’a to talk shit and complain about Obi-Wan and Anakin while they’re in the same room. Cody in particular is known to receive batshit plans from his General, say “yes, general” and then immediately turn to the nearest clone (usually Waxer or Boil) and complain about how reckless these plans are

What the clones don’t know is that, due to how much time he’s spent with Satine and his whole diplomat schtick, he’s learned how to speak Mando’a quite well. He knows exactly what they’re saying. He hears everything. He never feels the need to fill the clones in on this fact, finds the whole thing amusing, though he was maybe a bit offended at first

Anakin never learned more than the very basics, a few words here or there. He recognizes the language but figures it’s just a clone thing and that they’re discussing logistics or something

The first time he asked, Rex panicked and fed him a line Cody gave him (Force knows he can’t lie worth a damn on his own) about logistics or something and he never questioned it bc Wis is Anakin’s dump stat

The first time Rex and Cody did this whole routine in front of them, Anakin was very confused since he knows Obi-Wan understands them.

The exchange probably went something like this:

Cody & Rex: *complaining about the plan for their next mission*

Anakin: Oh, is that Mando’a? =)

Rex:

Cody:

Obi-Wan: *subtly shaking his head ‘no’ at Anakin*

Rex: Yes, General.

Anakin: Nice! You guys seem to prefer talking logistics in it. Cody, do you and Obi-Wan ever just strategize in Mando’a instead of Basic?

Obi-Wan: *frantically trying to signal Anakin to stop kriffing talking*

Cody:

Rex:

Anakin: *blissfully ignorant* =)

Cody: No, sir? General Kenobi doesn’t speak Mando’a???

Anakin: ??? What? But-

Obi-Wan: aNYWAY, so the plan-

Cody & Rex: ??????

if Cody ever finds out, he straight up can’t look Obi Wan in the eye for at least a week; the entire 212th is in the same boat. A few of them, Cody included, awkwardly try to apologize without actually bringing up that they’ve been calling their general an idiot while he’s right there, but Obi Wan waves it off.

anytime other clones complain in Mando’a while Obi Wan is in earshot, the 212th look live they’ve seen a ghost

They never bring it up. Ever.

Cody is actually one of the few clones who can kind of lie? And saying that he’s lying is kind of a stretch. It’s more like he’s picked up (partially from Obi Wan) how to bend the truth. He can say things that are somewhat true convincingly enough to fool most people. And he is very rarely called on it bc no one expects him to even attempt to lie or hide things

While it varies a little from clone to clone, the vast majority are very comfortable with physical affection. It comes from spending their entire lives in close military quarters surrounded by their brothers

Cuddle piles are a big thing when there’s downtime and nothing better to do. The 501st in particular is known for being very affectionate. More than once, Anakin walked into the barracks and found a bunch of off-duty clones in a pile sleeping on each other 

Rex is lowkey a father-figure to the 501st, and is always willing to offer affection and encouragement to any vod that needs it, but especially shinies and less experienced troopers 

ARCs and other ranking troopers technically have separate barracks from  regular soldiers, but that never really stood in  the 501st. When they occupied the barracks Fives and Echo basically initiated an open-door policy for any vod who needed something, whether it was advice, cuddles, or just a relatively peaceful place to hang out and decompress

Fives kept this going long after Echo was believed KIA; in fact, when he returned from Lola Sayu without his twin, Torrent rallied to make sure he was never alone unless he asked to be. There were always clones there ready to return the favor he and Echo had provided for them so many times before

Jesse, Kix, and Hardcase could often be found hanging out with Echo and Fives there, even moreso after Echo’s death. After Umbara, Jesse and Kix practically moved into the barracks with Fives any time he was stationed with the 501st and not off doing ARC missions somewhere else. Once they became close friends, Tup also moved in

Fives, Echo, Jesse, and Kix were close friends; it was common to see them in a cuddle pile sleeping on each other; over the course of the war, their little band gained and lost many members (Echo, Hardcase, Dogma, Tup, Fives). The survivors always pulled together even closer after a loss; by the end of the war, it was down to just Kix and Jesse (and for a brief time, Echo returned)

Rex was close with most of their group, and watching as their numbers shrunk down was probably one of the most painful reminders of the tragedy of war for him 

Hardcase and Fives have whatever the clone/Star Wars equivalent to ADHD is, I will die on this hill 

Tup is the baby brother of their group, and the others treat him as such. He doesn’t mind the extra affection or the fact that he has several brothers, including an ARC trooper, ready and willing to kick the ass of anyone who messes with him. But the teasing and babying is something he could do without. He’s yelled at them about it

Fives, in particular, is a little shit and does it just to rile him up, they all know Tup is a very competent trooper, even if he’s a bit more reserved than the rest of them. But they’re brothers first and foremost and that means they have to pick on the youngest from time to time

It’s late so I’ll call it done. Let me know if I should keep doing these, I guess?

#tcw #the clone wars #captain rex #rex #commander cody #arc trooper fives #fives #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #arc trooper echo #arc trooper jesse #clone trooper kix #clone trooper hardcase #clone trooper tup #echo #jesse #kix #hardcase #tup #am I accidentally becoming a clone wars blog? maybe #do I regret it? absolutely not #its hyperfixation time bois #my headcanons

[billblasswithafatass]

Vermin driving headcanons

* All male thots drive Kia Stingers and he is a proud owner of one

* He is a different person when it’s nighttime and the roads are empty

* This mf DEFINITELY drives with one hand on the wheel and the other has a bag of hot cheetos holding it

* A shameless text-while-driving kind of mf as well

* The inside of his car be feeling like a damn vibrator the way he be blaring his music

* He’ll drive 80 mph on 50 and not care like,,,

* He got his license revoked 3 weeks after getting it because he wanna run a few red lights and swerve

* DEFINITELY pulling down the window and driving slow to talk to women he saw on the sidewalk

* He is surprisingly good at parking

* He’s not like Ajax when it comes to speeding, but he does get stopped by the police occasionally

* The interior be a little filthy, not like Ajax’s dirty ass but it is noticeable

* After he scares the shit outta somebody with his driving he ends it off with “You’re alright, you didn’t die!”

#vermin (the warriors) #the warriors 1979

[dreemurr-skelememer]

Please, someone tell the poor baby it is just completely stone. It's not a person 😭😭

I need him to start scratching at a statue trying to get the 'person' out of it in front of Nightmare. I feel like he'd die laughing (cause yum Dream's misery) like 'stupid there's not a person in there?? It's fucking stone'

IMAGINE HE BREAKS A PIECE OF IT OFF IN FRONT HIM AND DREAM JUST THINKS THIS 'PERSON' LOST A LIMB..

HEHE WINK WINK.

and dream just. falls to his knees.

all of his senses ring and his breathing gets funny. he's broken somebody. for all he knows, he's just completely disabled this "person" forever.

but of course he doesn't know. he won't ever know. probably not until ink or blue tells him.

for now, he grieves.

#grieving over the horrors he's done with the hands that was made to protect. to save. to care. to love. to dream. #kia headcanons shit #dream sans meta #Anonymous

[truexman]

More big brother Nao headcanons cause im in a Mood for it now 

-They are almost exactly 10 years apart (if I pieced shit together right. She’s 21 in vigi’s. It’s 5 years before the main so that makes nao, who’s 36 in canon, 31). He was ten when she was born and 11/12 when their father was KIA. 

-He spent most of his after school hours looking after Makoto. When he was fifteen he took up babysitting other kids in the building too for a little extra cash but stopped when Makoto started preschool. He instead got a part time job to help pay with bills and split his time between that, school and Makoto. 

-He gave up his room when he was 16 so Makoto didn’t have to share a room with their mother anymore. He kept most of his things in the storage with the rest of their things from their house that they had no room for. 

-He became her legal guardian when he was 21 and kept the apartment in his name. 

-He took over going to parent-teacher interviews, chaperoning events/trips/dances. He made sure to take time off for holidays and her birthdays. He tried his best to plan her fun parties. 

-When she was old enough to take care of herself and he trusted her alone in the apartment, he picked up longer hours and pushed to get an early promotion to detective as soon as he could.

-He actually liked taking her shopping for clothes and things until she started going with her friends. He was always happy to give them a ride tho.

-Definitely held a ‘no bed time on weekends’ rule and encouraged to go to/ have sleepovers.

-Very critical of anyone she ever chooses to date. I feel sorry for any poor soul she introduces him to.

-Makoto was the reason he chose to quit smoking

-Most of the pictures in his apartment are of him and Makoto, with a few older family ones, a couple with Tanuma, Sansa and their colleagues. A couple with some heroes and plenty with Toshi.

-He doesn’t regret taking care of his sister at all. 

#mako's dont need to follow this like AT ALL #nao is both A+ big brother material #but also A+ dad material #he has all the experience already ;A; #>headcanon<

[nyaruhodou]

Izark Kia Tarj??

ty :) love him

first impression: hehe mullet

impression now: OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD HE DESERVES EVERYTHING GOOD IN THE WORLD. JUST LET HIM HAVE ONE GOOD DAY, PLEASE.

favorite moment: when he finally came to terms with his love for noriko and couldnt bear to see her try to leave him bc she thought being near her was hurting him bc even if she IS the awakening and he is the sky demon he loves her so much that hes willing to withstand any kind of pain just to remain by her side what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck!!!!!!! but also when their in the village hiding out undercover and he feeds into the townsfolk's wild imaginations hehe

idea for a story: in the future, izark learns hes gonna be a father. i think theres a lot of emotional drama that could come from that.

unpopular opinion: shit man nobodys fucking read kanata kara idek what the popular opinions are!

favorite relationship: NORIKO FUCKING TACHIKI. THEY LITERALLY INVENTED UNCONDITIONAL LOVE AND I DONT WANNA HEAR ANYBODY TRYING TO SAY OTHERWISE.

favorite headcanon: hes autistic and certain textures induce the same panic as when hes transforming

[infinityactual]

ooooh dude I'd love to hear your Audrey Lasky headcanon !!!

You and @epsiloneridani07 both asked about my headcanons for Audrey Lasky, aka Momsky. It's been fun to flesh out a character who we're plainly supposed to see as a cold, harsh, military woman who measures her sons by thier military success.

The way I see it though, there are likely reasons for the way she acted towards Tom in FUD, and while I don't see her being a warm, cuddly mommy-mom, I don't think she's cold or uncaring 100% of the time.

Audrey is a former ODST, so we know she's Seen Some Shit. Nobody comes away from that without lasting, chronic mental and emotional problems, no matter how good the therapy is, or how effective the drugs are. One of the symptoms of PTSD can manifest in the person becoming distant and 'cold' to friends and family.

People also react to grief over the death of someone they were close to by pulling away from others, and considering Audrey is seen in FUD to inform Tom that Cadmon had been KIA, I don't think it's at all unreasonable to assume that we were seeing her handling her grief over the death of her child by being cold and 'professional'. Like the framework put in place by decades of military service is the only thing holding her together.

Also consider: we have zero information on Tom and Cadmon's father. I, personally, headcanon he was a civilian, and a stay-at-home dad while Audrey was off kicking asses. One evening when Tom was just an infant, he went to make a grocery run and never came back. Brain aneurisms can kill in seconds and unless they produce symptoms, go unnoticed until they rupture.

Losing your partner/spouse suddenly and without warning or expectation would be devastating, and mean that she's suddenly the sole caretaker for an infant and (probably very energetic and devious) toddler, on top of dealing with grief and the additional issues that come with being an ODST. In short, a metric fuck-ton of stress.

She can't up and quit the military, so after taking extended leave and setting up care for them while she's deployed, she goes back to ass-kicking. Even as she learns to cope with the death of thier father, she would be gone most of the time on active duty or, later, doing whatever desk-jockeying her rank requires (I'm not intimately familiar with rank structure and duties thereof).

Later, when she heard that Circinus IV was glassed, and that her other son was most likely dead along with the rest of the population, would be another emotional blow she'd have to deal with. The relief she must have felt when she found out that Tom and two others survived was likely overwhelming, though I still see her being emotionless and professional when they're reunited.

Until they're behind closed doors, where she and Tom both break down and hold each other.

But even if she tries to reach out to her only surviving child, Tom himself has been through a traumatic emergency evac, and likely harbors resentment toward Audrey for her cold attirude towards Cadmon's death and lack of presence in thier lives.

I see thier relationship healing slowly as Tom learns to cope with his own PTSD and Audrey makes more effort to keep in touch with him. By the time 2558 rolls around, I see them being in good terms, but still distant due to the nature of thier jobs.

#headcanons #audrey lasky #cadmon lasky #thomas lasky #halo #WHEW

[insfiringyou]

BTS - One Night Stand with Jungkook

Contains: Smut, humour, fingering, oral sex, face riding, vaginal sex, sex toys

Jungkook encounters an older woman whose car has broken down at the supermarket. Wanting to be helpful, he drives her home. A couple of glasses of wine later, things escalate.

[Although this can be enjoyed on its own as a oneshot, we imagine this to be part of our headcanon universe . This is set after his breakup with his first girlfriend, Jia, and also shortly after his sexual encounter with the singer IU, but before the 7 mins in heaven party.]

 To read each member & their girlfriend’s headcanon universe fics in order, follow the links here: RM   /   Jin  /   Suga  /   J-Hope   /   Jimin   /   V   /   Jungkook & Our full masterlist can be found here

This can also be found on Ao3 here

(Photo credit goes to https://bangtan-sonyeon-scans.tumblr.com/)

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The loud crashing sound of glass shattering followed by a string of cursing brought Jungkook’s attention away from the reusable bag of shopping he was currently packing away into the trunk of his black Hyundai and towards the woman who was next to him in the parking lot. He had left the shared house half an hour earlier to pick up some snacks from the supermarket; it was Friday evening and he was preparing for a weekend off, the first in over five months. Two full days of gaming, eating junk food and sleeping in awaited, and he could not wait. 

The sky had started to turn navy and he could just about make out the cause of the crashing sound in the dim space. The woman, about ten years older than him at a guess, had dropped a crate of wine on her way to the car. She quickly placed her other bags of shopping on the tarmac and started to kick the large shards of glass away from the path of her car tyres. Jungkook locked up his own car and walked over to her. 

“Are you okay?” He asked as she removed the final piece of glass from the path. 

“Yeah.” She muttered, not looking at him as she opened her car and started to pack the bags into the back. She was wearing a pair of denim shorts, the edge of a black tattoo poked from the hem, and a white halter top which revealed her fleshy cleavage. Jungkook glanced at the cement and noted the pool of liquid collecting on the surface; the pungent scent of fermented grapes drifted into his nostrils.

“Where you having a party?” He asked, turning to watch her as she placed a large carrier in the trunk. A multi-pack of orange Capri-Sun pocked out the top. 

“Not any more.” She said, drily, as she walked to the driver’s side of her car,  glancing briefly at him as she walked past. 

Not seeing how he could be of any more help, Jungkook walked back to his Hyundai and fished in his pocket for his car key. He unlocked the car and reached for the handle but paused as the sound of the neighbouring vehicle’s engine stalling distracted him. The small postbox red Kia had to be at least fifteen years old and the engine had clearly given up for the time being. The woman turned her keys in the ignition with a sigh but the car refused to start, the rumble of the engine sprang to life for a few seconds, before falling silent again. 

“Fuck! Shit!” He could just make out her muffled curses through the car door. He immediately pocketed his keys and walked over to the driver’s side of the Kia, lightly tapping the window. The woman jumped a little at the sound, her eyes snapping from the steering wheel to his own, startled. Her shoulders relaxed when she saw who it was and she opened the door for him, unfastening her seat belt.

“It won’t start.” She sighed. 

“Do you have breakdown insurance?” He asked. 

“I can’t afford it.” 

“I could call you mine, I don’t mind.” Jungkook offered helpfully, sensing that she could use a little good luck. Now he was up close, he noticed that the car had also started to rust around the doors and windows. He wondered whether the garage would even be able to replace the engine, but didn’t say this. 

Her eyes flickered around the parking lot quickly, nervously. “How long will that take?” 

Jungkook shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe an hour.”

“I can’t wait that long. My food is going to defrost.”

He found himself feeling incredibly sorry for her, despite only meeting her a few minutes before. She was clearly not well off, the supermarket was the cheapest in the area, and her car badly needed replacing. 

“Do you live far away?” He asked. “I could give you a lift.” He desperately wanted to help her, even if all he could do was make sure her food didn’t spoil. She glanced at him, a hint of suspicion in her dark eyes. Jungkook shifted, a little uncomfortably. He wasn’t used to people looking at him like that. 

“I can’t pay you.” She said, a little cautiously. 

He was a little taken aback at the suggestion.”I wasn’t going to ask. It’s dark.” He explained, simply. This sincerity in his voice seemed to put her at ease and her body seemed to relax in the chair. 

“Okay, if you’re sure.” She slid from the seat and closed the door, locking it manually with a key which hung from a pink pompom key chain. Jungkook automatically moved to the trunk and allowed her to unlock the it. He reached inside before she could protest and took several of the large bags. She watched him curiously as he walked over to his own car and, intuitively opened the trunk for him. He thanked her and placed the bags in the back. 

“Careful.” She murmured. “There’s more bottles in there.” 

He nodded, noticing the small clinks which came as he placed them down. His own trunk was spacious and had plenty of room for both their shopping. She locked up her before joining him in the Hyundai. He started the ignition. 

“Where are we going?” He asked as he backed out of the parking space. 

“Do you know Eunpyeong? It’s not far from here.” She questioned, glancing at him as he changed from reverse to drive. Her eyes roamed along his hands and arms, quietly admiring the tendons which stood out against his tanned skin in the dim light of the car; she hadn’t noticed how beautiful his arms were before. 

He nodded. “Sort of. Do I go over the river?”

“Don’t worry. I’m good at giving directions.” She said kindly. 

*

“Have you lived here long?” He asked as he pulled up on the curb of a small, semi-detached house. There was a small garden in front of it, just visible in the low glow of the nearest energy-saving lamp. The streets surrounding her road had also been narrow and dimly lit; he imagined walking home at night would be a nightmare, particularly for a woman, and he felt glad she had accepted his lift. 

“Six months.” She answered, hopping out of her seat and walking around the back to unpack her shopping. He didn’t bother asking her whether it was a nice area to live; one quick glance around told him otherwise. He joined her quickly and beat her to the heaviest bags. She thanked him and he made sure he locked up; while he wasn’t especially precious about his new Hyundai, he knew it wouldn’t last long if it were left unlocked, especially on a Friday night. He could hear the low thud of drum and bass music drifting from the windows of one of the nearby town houses, the residents clearly enjoying a party. 

He followed her to the front door; the bags in his arms blocking most of his view of the pathway which led there. She fiddled about with her jingly keyring to find the correct key and unlocked the red door, leading him into the hallway and to the small kitchen at the end of the corridor. He paused in the doorway after putting down the bags, wondering whether he should close the door. The woman had already started unpacking, hastily shoving boxes of frozen food into the large freezer, without glancing his way. He hesitated, watching as she pulled out waxed cardboard boxes of turkey dinosaurs, fajitas and ready made rice from the plastic carrier bags on the floor, before deciding to shut the front door. 

When he came back, she had finished on the frozen food and had started to pour a large glass of rosé wine for herself. She left the rest of the food in the bags. Jungkook glanced at the closed freezer and noted a jumble of colourful magnetic letters on the surface. “Chung-ae” was spelled out and he wondered whether it was her name. 

“Do you have to be anywhere?” She asked, taking a large sip. 

He hesitated and shook his head. “No.” It felt good to be able to say that, not knowing when his next weekend off would be. 

She nodded and took another glass from the shelf above the black counter, pouring him a large glass of the wine. He shook his head when she held it out for him. “Thank you, but I’m driving.” He explained. 

She kept her arm held out. “Just have one glass. As repayment.” She said, convincingly. He saw immediately that she wanted to be able to thank him, and once again his sympathy for her returned. He took the glass. 

“Alright. It really wasn’t a problem though.” He tried to reassure as he took a small sip. The wine was fruity and sweet. Opposite him on the other side of the kitchen, the woman took another long gulp. 

“I’ve had such a crap day today.” She said. Jungkook noticed her dyed, sandy-brown hair had been hastily tied back in a messy ponytail and the layer of foundation on her face did not quite cover the dark circles under her eyes. She looked like she hadn’t had a proper night of sleep in days. 

This reminded him. “I’ll call the towing company for you.” He stepped out into the dark hallway and checked through his contacts. Behind him, he could hear the sound of the woman pouring herself another glass of wine. The call connected and he explained the situation to the receptionist. She asked him a question and he leaned into the doorway. “What’s your address?” He asked. The woman replied and he repeated the street name on the phone. Thanking them for their help and asking them to put the payment on his account, he switched off his cell and pocketed it. “They said they can collect your car tomorrow morning. Did you have anything planned for the weekend?” He asked. 

Leaning against the counter, she shook her head, causing a few strands of hair to fall from the ponytail. Her cheeks were already a little flushed from the drink. “I just wanted some time to myself.” 

“Oh.” Jungkook eyed the almost empty bottle of rosé on the counter. “Maybe I should go.” He turned to walk back the way he came, but she protested. 

“You haven’t finished your wine yet.” She pleaded and he faced her once more. “Stay for a bit.” 

He realised as she said it that she seemed incredibly lonely. He wondered whether she lived with anyone else, or if she had the house to herself. He didn’t hear anyone else upstairs. “Okay.” He agreed, taking another sip from his glass; the wine went down easier this time. 

“We’ll go into the living room so you can sit down.” She reached into one of the carrier bags and pulled out a new bottle of wine before leading him back down the hallway, not bothering to turn on the light, and into a small sitting room. A television adorned one corner and a pair of two-seater sofas surrounded a glass coffee table. Compared to what he had seen of the rest of the house, the room was positively cosy and neat. He imagined she spent most of her time in here and liked it to be homely. He glanced at the wall above the fireplace; wicker letters spelling out “Live, Laugh, Love” adorned the chimney breast. 

He sat down on one of the sofas, automatically placing his half-empty glass on the table in front of him, beside the fresh bottle of rosé. She sat beside him, her body pressed close to his; he could smell her tropical scented perfume; it reminded him of the beach; sunscreen and Piña Coladas. Now she was closer and the lighting wasn’t so dim, he quickly glanced at her bare thigh, careful not to be caught looking, and noted the tattoo. Up close, he could work out it depicted a Dandelion clock; it’s feathered seeds drifting away from the stem on an invisible breeze. She finished her glass and poured another. 

He tried not to be bothered by the way she peered at him as she sat back down beside him. Eventually she spoke up. 

“Aren’t you in Exo?”

He shook his head, a little relieved. “No.” 

“Oh.” She looked disappointed and turned back to her wine. “Sorry. You just looked a little familiar.”

Jungkook shrugged. “Maybe you’ve seen me at the supermarket before?” He did shop there regularly. It wasn’t anywhere near the closest shop to the band’s shared house, but the offers on the groceries were some of the best in Seoul. He didn’t know whether the other members had ever thought to shop there, but he doubted it. He found that if he went late in the evening, as he had done today, he almost never got recognised. 

“Maybe.” She seemed convinced and finished her drink, her voice now slurred a little. “Do you have a girlfriend?” She turned to look at him and he finished his glass in one, long gulp. 

“No. We broke up.” 

“Oh.” She leaned forward and picked up the bottle. “Was it on good terms?”

He shook his head slowly. “Not really.”

“I’m sorry.” Her voice, despite its growing unsteadiness, sounded sympathetic and, as though to back this up, she filled his glass to the brim. “You’re handsome.” She returned the bottle to the table. “You’ll find someone else.”

He changed the topic, turning to look at her. “What about you?”

She smiled, dejectedly. “I’m not really looking for anyone right now. Men are too much work.” She thought for a moment. “But you’re really nice.” He didn’t say anything, so she continued. “My ex was not that nice.” She dropped her gaze to the carpet, the loose, slightly wavy strands of her sand coloured hair hung limply around her pink cheeks. 

“I’m sorry.” He said, leaning forward without really thinking, getting closer to her. “You seem really nice too.” 

She pulled back slowly, noting the shift in his body, and placed her palm on his covered knee, rubbing his thigh gently. 

“I should really go.” He said suddenly, realising how late it was getting and how, if he drank anymore wine, he would be over the limit. He put the glass on the glass table and moved to stand up. Once again she protested. 

“No, no!” She whined, clutching onto his leather belt loosely as he rose from the sofa. “Don’t go. I like talking to you.” 

The desperation in her voice made him sit back down with a sigh. “Maybe five more minutes.” He muttered. 

She turned to face him, twisting at the waist. “I’m keeping you from somewhere?” She asked curiously. 

He shook his head. “No. I didn’t want to intrude.” He glanced at the bottle of wine and remembered how she had broken another six in the parking lot of the supermarket. “It seems like you’ve had a bad day and need some time to relax.” 

She smiled and it lit up her entire face, making her look five years younger. He found himself wondering, once more, how old she was. He had thought at least thirty at first glance but now, up close, he thought that maybe she could be a couple of years younger than that. The years had not been kind of her either way. She looked like she had been given a hard life. 

“You’re really sweet.” She said. “I wish every man was as sweet as you.” She took another gulp of rosé and brushed the stray locks of hair from her face, tucking them behind her ear. “I’m sorry.” She apologised, her cheeks blushing pink as she glanced at the carpet. “I look so ugly right now.” 

While he hadn’t really noted her looks, he felt his heart sink at the sadness in her voice. He wondered whether her ex had told her she was. 

“That’s not true.” He said, leaning forward once more. 

“You’re joking.” She laughed drily. “My hair’s a mess…”

“Looks fine to me.” He shrugged. 

She turned back to meet his gaze, putting her glass on the table. He noticed she had started perspiring a little from the drink. “You’re really sweet.” She repeated. “You’re ex must be kicking herself.” 

He shrugged. “I don’t think she’s really bothered.” His voice came out surprisingly blank and he decided to take the plunge and down his glass of wine. 

“I would be.” She reached out slowly and placed her hand on his bicep, surprised to feel its unexpected hardness through his plain black t-shirt. “You don’t find this everyday.” She smiled, giving his upper arm a little, gentle squeeze. When he didn’t protest, she moved her palm to his chest and trailed it along his pectorals, delighting in the feel of them through the fabric. “And these are nice.” She murmured, dreamily, hardly aware of how carried away she was getting. “I’d feel really lucky to be with a guy like you…” 

Feeling his own blush, both with the feel of her warm hand against him and the effects of the large glasses of wine he had consumed, he reached forward and poured himself another. She watched this, a little amused, and when he sat back down she leaned forward and wrapped her hand gently around his wrist, holding it steady. She took a large sip from the glass in his hand and looked up at him, a little seductively beneath her spidery, mascara coated eyelashes. He felt his heart begin to race in his chest as he realised he could see down her low cut cami; her black bra was lacy and a little see-through. As though sensing his unexpected desire, she pulled away and shifted onto his knee, straddling his hips. There was a moment’s hesitation as he tried to contain his surprise before she pressed her open lips to his. 

It took a few moments to process what was happening, but his body eventually caught on, and he opened his mouth against her, knowing it wasn’t the best idea but unable to stop himself from pressing on. He had discovered, fairly recently, that sometimes it was easier to go with the flow than to protest. As she pressed her tongue against his hungrily, he felt the wine glass tremble in his hand and the liquid spilled onto his blue jeans and her bare thighs. 

“Oh.” He gasped in surprise, pulling away from her to look at the damage. “I’m sorry…” 

She shook her head, letting him know it was okay and took the glass off him, finishing the remaining liquid in a single gulp and tossing it absently behind her. The thick carpet cushioned it, preventing it from shattering. She turned back and removed his t-shirt in one, smooth movement before kissing him again, grinding her hips a little and feeling him grow hard beneath her. He moaned into her mouth and she crawled off him slowly, leading him by the hand out of the room. He followed her easily down the dark hallway, accepting that he probably wasn’t going home tonight. He stumbled over something in the darkness and she steadied him, leading him up the stairs and into the master bedroom. 

Like the living room, it was neat and cosy, decorated in hues of silver and gold, with matching bedding and curtains. The room faced the front of the house and the low sound of the club music drifted through the double glazing from the nearby party. She let go of his hand in order to close the door behind her and he watched as she clawed her white cami over her head and pressed herself flat against him, kissing him once more. He warmed to the feeling of her lips; they were surprisingly soft and her confidence was started to feel reassuring instead of intimidating. She was a good kisser and he found himself making little whimpers into her open mouth as she moved his hands to her covered breasts. He could feel her hard nipples through the lacy fabric. 

“Is this okay?” He whispered against her lips, past experience had taught him to be cautious. She slipped her palm down to his leather belt and began to unbuckle his trousers. Satisfied with her answer, he massaged her slowly, squeezing her breasts together and allowing his fingers to trail beneath the low-cut trim of her bra to brush her nipples. 

She gasped at the contact and pulled away from the kiss. “You’re so sexy.” She murmured breathily as she succeeded in unfastening his stained jeans and pulling them apart. She sank down to the floor and pulled his trousers down his legs. He watched with wide eyes as she reached for the bulge in his black underwear and pulled it free from the waistband. A few drops of precum dribbled from the swollen tip and down his shaft. Licking her lips, she ran her thumb over the clear liquid, lubricating him gently before leaning forward and taking him in her warm mouth. He moaned, flicking his eyes shut as she moved along his shaft, running her tongue on the underside of his thick cock, enjoying his taste. He glanced at her through thick eyelashes, his eyes flicking from her open mouth to her rosewood coloured nipples which poked above the trim of her black bra. He brushed his hands through her mousy hair and held her closer, enjoying the feel of her. Sensing his pleasure, she moved her lips back up his cock and circled the head with her pink tongue, making eye contact with him as she licked his frenulum. He snapped his head back, unable to help himself. He hadn’t received many blowjobs before and never one this good. 

Knowing that if she kept this up, he would boil over prematurely, she pulled away and straightened up. He opened his eyes slowly at the loss of contact and looked at her with dilated pupils. He was both a little awe struck and tongue-tied when she backed him onto her silver sheets and he kicked away his trousers and boxers, moving until his head reached her plush pillows. He watched, his expression a little dazed, as she straddled his bare waist, grazing her clothed pussy against his cock. She unclasped her bra and threw it across the room, smiling as Jungkook eyed her bare breasts. She leaned forwards and pressed her right nipple to his lips. 

“Suck my tits.” She whispered, shifting against him to elicit a moan. He complied and opened his mouth against her; circling his tongue around the hard nubs and sucking gently. She moaned at the sensation; his lips felt amazing and made her cunt tingle delightfully. She felt him twitch against her thigh.

“You’re cock is so big.” She moaned, pulling away from him. He let go of her nipple but kept his lips parted as he watched her slide down her denim shorts and red thong, discarding them both on the floor. Her pussy had been waxed immaculately, something he had never encountered before. The sight of it, her lips plump and flushed, made him lick his lips subconsciously. She noticed and, with a smile, moved forward to straddle his face, wanting him to taste her. She clutched the cushioned silver headboard with both arms as she moved her wet slit against his lips. After a moment of surprise and, if he were honest with himself, alarm, he slipped out his tongue and touched it to her nervously. 

Like the blowjob, this was something novel to him, his ex, Jia, had certainly never allowed him to do anything like this to her. Wanting to try his best, he grasped her fleshy thighs and held her to him, keeping his tongue steady as she gyrated her hips, moaning loudly. He felt the softness of her folds and the little nub of her clitoris against his muscle. She tasted salty and, surprisingly, a little fruity, like the wine she had been drinking. She continued for a few moments before pulling away, moving back down his body so their hips were aligned. 

Lubricated with his saliva, her pussy slid around him easily as she sat on his cock. 

“Oh, fuck!” He gasped as he felt himself sink into her. She felt tight and warm and slick.She licked her lips and smiled at his pleasured expression. 

“You like this pussy?” She groaned, moving against him. He snapped his eyes shut for the first few minutes as she dragged her hips backwards and forwards, grinding against him. He clutched her hips and massaged the skin there with his thumb gently, in circular motions. Hearing her moan, he opened his eyes and gazed at her. Her mouth was parted in pleasure and he looked at her appreciatively, admiring the damp trail her pussy left against his crotch; how wet she was for him. He grasped her more firmly and guided her body against him, encouraging her move her hips in circular motions. He watched the space between their bodies with fascination as his glistening cock disappeared and reappeared as she bounced up and down on him. 

Suddenly, she moved off him, causing his cock to flop against his stomach. He whined, unexpectedly, at the loss, but found himself moaning with pleasure moments later when she moved down his body, pursed her lips and spat a mouthful of saliva on his cock. She grasped him tightly with one, manicured hand, and sucked him quickly, bobbing her head enthusiastically. Once again, he panicked that the sensation was too intense; that he would finish this way if she kept it up any longer and now he had felt her around him, he wanted desperately to fuck her again. He brushed her hair gently, encouraging her to stop. 

Leaning forward, he kissed her passionately, opening his mouth against hers and pressing his palm to her cheek. She moaned against him. It was an intimate kiss and she felt her knees quiver with the sensation. She hadn’t been kissed like that in a long time and once again, her mind wandered to his ex girlfriend and how lucky she had been to have had this man as a boyfriend. He pulled away from her lips with a soft gasp to kiss and suck at her breasts, her nipples quickly disappeared between his plump pout. 

Flipping her over by the hips, he gently guided her onto her back and pressed her into the sheets, his mouth moving from her chest back to her mouth as he tugged her legs a little roughly, straightening her up before entering her again. He kept his body upright and wrapped her legs around his hips, holding her thighs in place as he fucked her quickly. Their moans echoed around the room and he hoped the sounds of the nearby drum and bass music would mask their passion from the neighbours.

“You feel so good.” She gasped, gazing up at him as he fucked her. 

“So do you.” He replied in a croaky voice, his entire body consumed with the feel of her. He moved his eyes from her flushed, damp face to her body. Her breasts were large and surprisingly good for her age. He licked his lips, roaming his eyes from the perky buds of her nipples to her stomach. The position they were in naturally caused the skin on her otherwise slender stomach to bunch a little; creating creases. He noted one crease larger than the others, just above her pubis and vaguely wondered whether it was a scar. He didn’t linger on this as the sound of her loud moans brought his attention back to her face.

While he hadn’t thought her so earlier, he now recognised that she was beautiful. He pressed his body against her, maintaining eye contact as he felt the beginning of his orgasm brewing from deep in his body. She held his face still between her damp palms as he thrust into her deeply, burying his cock as far as he could. As he began to orgasm, he clutched the centre of his shaft tightly and pulled out of her. Straddling her hips, the pearly liquid shot from the tip and landed on her upper stomach, between her rib cage, and the bottom of her breasts. 

“Oh fuck!” He gasped, his cheeks scarlet as he milked himself onto her, his hand moving frantically along his cock, squeezing the head gently with his thumb and index finger. She reached out and took him in her hand, stroking him against her nipples and moaning as his cock ejected the last of his desire against her breasts in little trails. 

Out of breath, he collapsed beside her on the covers, his black hair sticking up in little damp tufts, making him look younger. She reached over him to her bedside table and opened the top draw to remove a baby pink object. He eyed this curiously as she moved back on top of him. Sex toys were not something he had much experience with and he wondered how this was supposed to work. He was a little awe struck at the thought of her having them stored so casually by her bedside. 

“Here, hold this.” She whispered, handing it to him. He took it without question and held it out. One end was thicker than the other but he could already tell it wasn’t used for inside exploration. She reached and flicked a small switch he hadn’t noticed along the barrel. The thick end began to hum softly and he felt the vibrations in his palm. She edged herself forwards until her bare slit was pressed against the thick end of the toy and slowly began to grate herself against it, angling her hips so it made direct contact with her swollen clit. Jungkook tried to hold it as still as possible as she moved; his gaze fixed on her pussy which glistened with her pleasure. Seeing her get herself off like this was unlike anything he had ever seen before and, did he not feel so thoroughly fucked, he would have undoubtedly gotten hard again at the sight. It didn’t take long for her to orgasm. Her eyes fluttered closed and she bit her lower lip hard enough to draw blood as she rode it out. Jungkook didn’t turn off the device until she stopped her movement completely. 

“Fuck, that was good.” She gasped, moving off him and taking the wand from him. He watched her deliriously as she slid off the bed and moved to the door. She opened it and went into the bathroom, just across the dark landing. He could just about see her as she turned on the light and stood at the sink, washing the toy and her breasts. She disappeared for a moment behind the open door, presumably to use the toilet, before returning to the bedroom. Reaching into a set of draws, she put on a fresh pair of briefs and moved to the bed. 

“I really needed that.” She sighed as she placed her head on his chest. Without thinking, he cradled her gently, wrapping his arms around her bare shoulders. “It looks like you did too.” She muttered as she closed her eyes. They were both asleep ten minutes later. 

*

The first thing he noticed when he opened his eyes was that his head hurt. The second was that the room was not immediately familiar to him. He looked around, eyeing the silver wallpaper and the golden painted sets of draws. He rolled over onto his side, feeling his temples protest at the sudden motion, and noticed a small, silver key and a piece of paper on the bedside table. He picked it up and read the writing printed across it.

I had to go out. Can you post the key through the letter box after you’ve locked up?

He sighed, remembering where he was and why his head hurt so much. He wasn’t much of a wine drinker, instead preferring to stick to beer. Moving slowly as to not hurt his head anymore than was necessary, he got off the bed and began to get dressed. He was aware that his body felt dirty, having not showered the night before, but ignored this as he put on his boxers and jeans. Looking around the room, he panicked for a moment when he couldn’t find the t-shirt he had been wearing, before he remembered that the woman had taken it off downstairs. He was about to leave the room when a loud, beeping sound from outside the window caught his attention. He gazed out at the street and his mouth dropped open as he watched his Hyundai being towed on the back of a truck. The beeping sound alerted any pedestrians nearby to the fact it was backing up. Horrified, as well as confused, he started to pound his fists against the window, hoping to attract the driver’s attention. 

“Wait! That’s my car!” He called, to no avail. A moment later, before he had even reached the open bedroom door, the truck had pulled away. He clutched his sore head in his hands, realising belatedly that he had given the insurance company the woman’s address last night instead of the address of the supermarket. He had also failed to describe the woman’s car to the polite receptionist. It was only natural that they would have towed the car they already had on their records. 

“Shit!” He called to himself. His cursing uncharacteristic but certainly warranted. Feeling bruised and embarrassed, he grabbed the front door key and made his way across the narrow landing. The daylight revealed that other than the bedroom and bathroom, there were two other rooms upstairs. On one, a wooden placard, painted in pink and orange hues, spelled out the name Chung-ae. The other room boasted a blue and green plaque with the name Joo-won. Frowning, he walked downstairs, dodging past a Barbie doll in the hallway which he realised he had tripped over in the darkness last night. Forgetting which door led to the living room, he pushed on the wooden surface of the nearest and found himself confronted with a play room. A model train set circled the wooden floor and a pink and purple doll’s house adorned the corner. He glanced at the picture frame which hung on one wall and saw the twin smiles of two children, a boy and a girl of around three and six, gazing at him. He closed the door and realised, as he reached for the handle of the adjacent room, what the scar had been on the woman’s stomach. 

He found his t-shirt on the carpet and slipped it on, grimacing as he caught sight of himself in the hallway mirror. His jeans were stained from the wine he had spilled and his hair stuck up in a dozen different places. He wondered, idly, whether the woman was out picking her children up from their father’s. 

Fishing his cell from his pocket, realising that without his car he had no way of getting home, he dialled Taehyung’s number and let it ring. On the third ring he realised, with a slight panic, that if Taehyung found out about this, it would undoubtedly be passed along to Jimin who would never let him hear the end of it. He quickly hung up and searched through his contacts. He considered telephoning Namjoon but decided against it. Finally, after a moment’s thought, he pressed on Hoseok’s name. He answered on the tenth ring. 

“Hello?”

Jungkook took a deep breath. “Hoseok. You have to come and get me. My car’s been towed!”

“What?” Jungkook could almost picture the older member’s puzzled expression on the other end of the line. 

“I don’t have a car.” Jungkook tried to explain, feeling himself panic once more. His temples pulsated uncomfortably and his stomach felt unpleasant. “I don’t know where I am.” 

“What’s he saying?” A low voice purred from the other end of the phone, a little muffled. Jungkook realised that Yoongi was with Hoseok and he sighed. 

“He says his car’s been towed…” Hoseok explained to Yoongi, his voice louder and clearer on the line than his companion’s had been. 

“Was he parked illegally?” Yoongi muttered drily, making Hoseok chuckle. He quickly gathered himself.

“Where you parked illegally?” Hoseok echoed. Jungkook rolled his eyes. He didn’t have time for this.

“No. I gave the towing company the wrong address.” He said, trying to be patient but failing. 

“He gave them the wrong address.” Hoseok explained to Yoongi, his voice getting softer as he moved the phone away from his ear. 

“Where is he?” Yoongi asked in the background. 

“Where are you?” Hoseok repeated. 

“I don’t know!” He exclaimed, feeling his frustration rising, about to boil over along with the contents of his stomach. He clutched onto the banister to steady himself. “Somewhere in  Eunpyeong. North of the Han River.”

“He doesn’t know.” Hoseok repeated, telling Yoongi. “Somewhere north of the city.” 

He could hear Yoongi sigh in the background. “Tell him to turn on maps on his phone.” 

“Yoongi says to turn on your maps.” Hoseok said. 

Jungkook didn’t bother explaining that he could hear every word Yoongi was saying. “Okay. I’ll call you back with the address…” He hung up. 

*

Hoseok and Yoongi pulled up outside the house in the younger member’s dark green Toyota. It had been difficult to navigate the small, narrow streets around the district and they had struggled to fit the large vehicle down a few. The trip had taken an extra twenty minutes than they anticipated and Jungkook positively ripped the front door open, having watched them approach from out the window. The small front garden was littered with plastic toys, a hula hoop lay abandoned on the patch of grass and a Fisher Price red and yellow toy car was toppled over beside it, like the relic of a car crash. As Jungkook locked the front door behind him, he wondered how he hadn’t noticed them the night before. Then again, the street lamps had been incredibly dim and her bags of groceries had blocked most of his view.

The two older members watched him with amusement as he left the building. 

“Why’s he posting the key through the door?” Yoongi asked indifferently. 

Hoseok shrugged. “Do you think he broke in?” 

Jungkook, his task finished, practically ran to the car. Half-way down the footpath, he tripped over a football. Yoongi and Hoseok tried to contain their sniggers as he reached them and flung the back door open. There was a long pause as he fastened his seatbelt. 

Eventually, Yoongi spoke up. “Is this a heist?” He asked with a smirk.

Jungkook met his gaze through the rear view mirror. “I got lost.” 

“We can see that.” Yoongi said. Jungkook realised that Yoongi had caught on to what had happened. 

Hoseok turned around from the driver’s side to look at the younger member. His eyes roamed from his startled expression to his clothes. “Your jeans are dirty.” He said, a little alarmed. Jungkook looked down with a blush. Unlike Yoongi, Hoseok seemed baffled by the situation and Jungkook wondered whether the older hyung would tell him about it later. 

“Good shopping trip?” Yoongi asked with a grin, his tongue sticking out a little between his teeth. 

Jungkook sighed, his head still throbbed. “Can we go home please?”

***

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//LONG-ass headcanon sesh for D, Alucard (Hellsing) and Adrian (CV’s Alucard) all kinda rolled into one.

So, since I don’t have radiantDecay anymore, I’ve sort of pulled back from the verse where Adrian BECOMES D. There was a lot of movement and timeline adjustment that had to happen for that one, and while it is in some way still possible, I’m not terribly interested in upkeeping a unique interpretation for a character that’s never really going to come into play. If you’re writing with D, it’s thousands of years after he was Adrian. If you’re writing with Adrian, it’s pre-1999 pretty much.

So, I have some documents someplace that I had written regarding D’s origins. The novels heavily imply that he’s somehow enhanced—y’know the movies hint at him just being super powerful Mary Sue turbo ultra dhampir simply because he is the son of “Our Sacred Ancestor” whomst we all pretty much know is Dracula himself right? Certain novels even hint that Mina Harker is his mother, if they don’t just outright state it. It might be the clunky translation (they really should have been more carefully transliterated because WOW some of those sentences just… don’t), but thus far it’s not been made CRYSTAL PERFECT CLEAR. However, I’m more than willing to run with that idea.

Dracula is, by the time Mina et. Al. come up against him, quite old, nigh ancient. I think that the Dracula of the Bram Stoker novel is or, rather, was the historical Vlad III Dracula Tepes (the impaler), born in the 1420s, “died” in the 1470s, iirc. Supposedly, the sultan at the time… Mehmed Fatih, kept his head in a box for a while before pinning him up on the walls of Constantinople, which the Turks controlled at the time. Ugly period in history for Eastern Europe… With Wallachia and Transylvania, in particular, two kingdoms in Romania, times were triple trouble. They were sandwiched between the Ottoman Empire to the east, then west was Eastern Orthodox Christendom—further west was Roman Catholicism and if you think THOSE guys didn’t fight, ding dong ur wrong!

BUT this period of violence produced one of the most well-known and controversial heroes (sometimes called a war criminal) of all time. Also he had a great ‘stache. Now when I write Hellsing’s Alucard, I roll with this same lore, so D and that Alucard could absolutely exist in the same ‘verse. It’s kind of a “darkest timeline” deal, a world in which the Belmont clan never existed. Before that even, Lisa never made Dracula’s acquaintance so the guy’s motivations are a little different. In addition, he is NOT Mathias Cronqvist, a tactician during the first crusades in 1090 AD. In that case, he would have revamped (PUN) his whole personality and integrated himself into one of the other great houses of Wallachia/Transylvania and re-emerged four hundred years later as Vlad the Impaler. That could work fine—not like he hasn’t got time—and that would have been around the time he met, and lost, Lisa. Now whether THAT part of history looks the same is dubious, since Vlad’s exploits during the period of his reign/deposition/reign/deposition/beheading are pretty decently documented. In this case, I’m going to say the Belmonts’ existence is in a timeline where those conflicts also may have played out differently. As these are all fictional worlds, I guess this’s up to ME atm. Nice.

So this is part “how I write D” and part “how I’d be inclined to write Alucard (Hellsing) in interactions that take place BEFORE the manga—like WAY before”. Since Adrian would have been a major contributing factor to the Belmonts’ strength from Trevor onward (so in the games idk if folks know this, but Adrian is Trevor’s father, with Sonia Belmont being his mom), that would also have contributed, at least in part, to the ability of the Belmonts to stomp Dracula and his minions.

With D, there is no need to include Mathias and his ebony/crimson stone conundrum, which does tend to throw a small monkey wrench in the ol’ gears (but not big enough I can’t adapt, trust me). The difference, aside from lack of Belmonts, is the origin of vampires. Clearly, they’re a magical construct or a spell-woven form of sentient life in Castlevania. In Vampire Hunter D, it’s heavily implied (once again, not outright stated) that the Nobility, some of them anyway, are simply a mutation of humanity (Dark Gene vs Light Gene, Lina’s whole deal, among other passages here and there), who also happen to be allergic to garlic, crucifixes, running water, and basic-ass Bram Stoker weaknesses. They’ve even got labs full o’ Nobles tryin’a conquer the sun issue.

So to know D, we gotta know his dad first. At the beginning, Vlad III is born to (big surprise) Vlad II. He and his brother are sent to Edirne as part of the Ottoman Empire’s “tribute” of however many young  boys from noble houses, to be trained in the ways of Islam and Turkish mannerisms, etc. This is more for pacification of that region of Europe, which is still Eastern Orthodox, than it is for real “peace”. It’s “peace because you guys are a good buffer zone between us and the rest of Eastern Orthodox-dom”, anyway. Every _voivode_ of Wallachia has to swear allegiance to either the Ottoman Empire or to the Eastern Orthodox church. While most of that area is EO, it’s in their best interest to swear to the Ottoman Empire. They’re bigger and closer. Vlad’s dad has done some underhanded shit, but he’s also a member of the Order of the Dragon and has propelled it to new heights within the EO and that’s where Vlad gets his name: Dracula, which is Son of the Dragon. So Vlad II’s immediate family are known as the Draculesti, which is fucking cool—it’s like “children of the dragon” and that’s not even his like, NAME name—it’s a frickin’ nickname, or sobriquet, as is Tepes.

In the world of Vampire Hunter D, vampirism appears to be a genetic phenomenon—ironically, a mutation. No Noble is going to admit that, OBVIOUSLY. And while it’s true, they were probably born that way, they’re still a mutant human derivative. Rather than mutating due to radiation or whatevermstthefuck like the actual mutants in VHD, they’re just born that way. So what I’m rolling with is Vlad III was born with that particular mutation and, kind of like my OC Toby, who is also a genetic vampire, it takes a violent or unnatural death to trigger the actual symptoms, else you’re just a normal-ass person. In fact, in this interpretation, I’m going to say that maybe quite a few people are BORN with that mutation, but if they live to a ripe old age and die, it never triggers. Most likely, the body is too enfeebled to handle it, maybe it dies after menopause/andropause? Either way, the body has broken down too much and there’s no material to work with.

That might also go a long way to explain the animosity many old vampires have toward humanity. Sometimes it’s straight up contempt, of course, but every single time, it seems to be a removal. Carmilla is a good example. Most of the time, her backstory involves a vicious assault that might very well have killed her. Imagine dying that way and waking back up to find that you had to KEEP living in the world that did this to you, that death is FAR far off. I can understand being VERY PERTURBED, to put it mildly. By the same token, what about war? How many folks die in war? Thousands? Millions? Of all those, how many have the mutation? Probably quite a few. Some folks might not figure out what’s going on and stay where they are, buried for decades, before just wasting away without sustenance—Vampires DO require blood, after all, to keep doin’ their thing. Plenty more are probably just torched in the sun. Since they were KIA, it might be rough finding their bodies in the first place…

So Vlad is beheaded—now this part intersects VERY well with Hellsing’s Alucard in my portrayal—and Mehmed Fatih keeps his head close at hand for a bit, probably talking to it. What happens when it starts talking back? We know Dracula has some SERIOUSLY kickass abilities and putting himself back together would definitely be one of ‘em, in my humble opinion. Mehmed dies not long after he achieves “victory” over Vlad the Impaler and no one knows where Vlad’s remains are. Maybe they up and walked the fuck away, hm? Maybe it was HE who ensured Mehmed’s destruction. How poetic would THAT be? Spoiler alert ||very||.

Now imagine going through everything he did—the guy had a tumultuous life. He might be one of the few, lucky ones who figure out that sunlight is a no-go, hide himself away, eventually go back to haunt his castle in the mountains between Transylvania and Wallachia. Now fast forward to the 1800s, MODERN TIMES (heehee okay) and one very ambitious realtor who wants to sell a creepy old abbey to some weird foreigner. Seems legit. Anyway by now we can see that Dracula’s gotten kinda nutty? He has three scary “wives” but he doesn’t seem to care much for ‘em. They’re obviously vampires, too, though I cannot recall if they’re turned by him or if they’re LIKE him—anyone who’s read it recently, do feel free to refresh me.

He’s kinda senile and while he’s crafty, he’s outsmarted by a dandy, an ancient-ass doctor, a dude who cannot stop fainting, a man named Quincey (my husbando), and Jack Seward—nuff said. He has some kind of congress with Mina, though ofc it’s the Victorian age so the only penetration is that of his li’l toofers on her poor neck. Nom. I don’t think Dracula banged Mina Harker. I think that, in THIS world, a dhampir is a nigh-impossibility, because at this point (and their cool-ass vampire science might’ve changed this), vampires are The Undead™ and therefore cannot CREATE LIFE. Not even if they have a raging turboner (that’s a turbo boner, for those of u not in the know). So he bit Mina, but before he did that, Mina married Jonathan—like as soon as he got home. They were married and living together and doing the frickle frackle, presumably, before Drac shows up in London to mess up their day.

In this case and for the sake of sanity, to create a dhampir, the vampire must chew on a pregnant lady. The curse lifts from her when the master is killed, but his blood has already entered and changed the child; the process is much longer and more involved for an adult human, who has an immune system and much more ground to cover. If the smol bean was in embryo stage or even fetal, it had no defense and mom’s body provided it with everything, Dracula’s blood, included. The final set of letters in Dracula mentiones a young boy, Jonathan and Mina’s son, Quincey, named after their fallen friend. So little Quincey is a dhampir!

Now, a bitten vampire cannot, in this universe, turn anyone else. They can feed and create thralls, but they can’t make VAMPIRES. In Hellsing lore, if a vamp bites you and you’re a virgin, you become one—if not, you become a ghoul/zambolio thingamajigger. Integra narrates this for us pretty early on. But it’s not Alucard’s venom doing this. It’s the vicar of Cheddar Village, who is a manufactured vampire. He’s not a true vampire, not like Alucard. Now, Alucard DOES ask Seras if she’s a virgin ‘fore he kills and bites her, which makes sense… IF HE LOVED MINA.

Hear me out. So, he saw this strong-ass bitch and thought “goddamn I’m sick of my whiny, vicious wives UGH I need me a woman like that”. So he’s gunna turn her. It probably takes longer since he hasn’t been powered up by Hellsing and their dark science-magic shit, or whatever it was… OR as he chomps on ‘er, he realizes “well fuck me she’s preggo, so even if she changes, I can’t have her”. Pregnant blood has GOTTA taste different, all those hormones and shit, even early on. I think he did have some weird admiration-affection for her. His arrogance and greed, however, has taken him over, so perhaps he decides to change her slow, to make the fellas suffer. They’ve fucked with him so he’s gunna fuck with them, but I think it pains him a little to do so, because lbr Mina’s the woman of his dreams.

So when Quincey is born, he’s perfect, healthy, rosy-cheeked, and by god only Mina knows something’s amiss. Damned if she’s going to say shit to Jonathan, who’s liable to faint, the absolute fucking walnut. They live fairly well, having taken over the real-estate business from their wonderful, generous, dead benefactor. 

Much like Carmilla’s weirdo ghost, however, Dracula’s spirit absolutely lives on.

TL; DR D was born Quincey Harker. 

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Hey, I did promise I’d share my rough timeline for my “One is Quick, The Other’s Tall” series, didn’t I? Well, here you go! Hopefully this makes sense, it’s currently uhhh past 3 a.m. where I am and I’m bad at math.

NOTE: While I drew heavily from the Titanfall and Apex Legends lore as found on the Titanfall wiki and the Apex Legends site, a lot of the stuff post Battle of Typhon is shit I made up to satisfy the ideas I already had before Apex Legends came out. I have theories about what the actual lore might be playing at, and some of those theories are integrated into this timeline, but yeah, this shit is super not canon except in my fanfiction. (Except for Cooper’s Birthday, that is actually canon. We also know his blood type. Fun fact.)

UPDATED 5/5/2020 to reflect some shifting headcanons and accommodate new lore (including more canon-accurate years).

Year: 2440:

The simulacrum known as “Revenant” is successfully activated.

Year: 2665

Coriolanus Marder born on Earth.

Year: 2668

Tai Lastimosa is born in Detroit, MI.

Marcus Graves is born in Hackney, London.

Barker’s brother Parker Taube is born in upstate New York.

Year: 2670

IMC first begins its colonization efforts in the Frontier. 

April 20: Ashwin Narita is born in Oakland, California.

Year: 2671

December 8: Robert “Barker” Taube is born in upstate New York.

Year: 2672

James “Mac” MacAllan is born in the mid-west United States.

October 25: Barker’s brother Christian Taube is born in upstate New York.

Year: 2675

Due to increased conflict in the core worlds and (at the time) slow returns on investment in the Frontier, IMC presence in the Frontier begins to dwindle, leaving the colonies still technically under IMC control but effectively autonomous.

Year: 2683

Anton “Bear” Gates is born in the Frontier.

Year: 2682

Kuben Blisk is born in South Africa.

Isabelle Gates (born Isabelle West) is born on Earth.

Year: 2685

IMC returns to the Frontier to find it thriving, begins re-asserting themselves as a dominant governing force.

Year: 2686

Sarah Brigg is born in the Frontier.

Cheng “Bish” Lorck is born on Earth.

Year: 2687 

October 6: Jack Cooper is born in Houston, TX.

Tomas Droz is born in England. 

Year: 2688

Jack Cooper, Droz, and Tai Lastimosa arrive in the Frontier as part of a fresh wave of settlers and an increased IMC presence in the Frontier. 

Jake Seung Davis is born on the ship to the Frontier.

Tai Lastimosa loses his sister and adopts his niece Cassandra Lastimosa (referenced in “the proving grounds”).

Year: 2690

The Titan Wars begin, though at the time they seemed like only a small series of uprisings on various planets.

Year: 2693

Barker arrives in the Frontier, along with Victoria Jo (see: “lessons learned”) and James “Mac” MacAllan. 

The Titan Wars move from a few brush fire combats to regular, widespread warfare as more systems become upset with their treatment at the hands of the IMC.

Spyglass is activated.

Year: 2697

Barker and Cooper meet (as referenced in “steal my heart and break my pride”) while Cooper is being forcibly moved from a more coastal region of Persephone to an inland one.

Year: 2700

Barker is discharged from the IMC.

Mac commandeers the Odyssey.

End of the Titan Wars, and the beginning of the period known as the Frontier Wars.

Ashwin Narita is killed during one of the final battles of the Titan Wars, and re-animated as a simulacrum.

Year: 2701

Ashwin Narita breaks free of his programming and flees to Angel City, where he is eventually found and hired by Barker as a bouncer at his new bar.

Year: 2702

Alexander “Caustic” Nox is born.

Year: 2713

The main series of events in “steal my heart and break my pride” take place, culminating in Cooper joining Persephone’s “home defense” resistance group in early autumn.

Year: 2714

Elliott’s brother Miles Witt is born.

Year: 2715

Cooper joins the Frontier Militia.

Fracture Operation; Cooper gets a concussion. 

Battle of Demeter (main events of Titanfall).

Anita “Bangalore” Williams is born.

Year: 2716

Elliott’s brother Christopher (AKA Chris) Witt is born.

Loba Andrade is born.

Vanguard Program begins (R&D for the Vanguard class Titan, supported by Captain Tai Lastimosa, headed up by Dr. Karen de Paul).

Year: 2717

BT-7274 is activated, one of the first three Vanguard-class Titans created.

BT-7274 links with Tai Lastimosa.

Year: 2718

Elliott’s brother Henry Witt is born.

Year: 2719

Jack Cooper and Tai Lastimosa meet for the first time; Lastimosa begins training Cooper (see: “the proving grounds”).

Year: 2720

April: Battle of Typhon (Events of Titanfall 2). 

May: BT-7274 is re-activated. Elliott “MIrage” Witt is born.

December: Renee “Wraith” Blasey is born.

Makoa Gibraltar is born.

Year: 2721

Human!BT fics happen during this year.

Elliott’s father, Raleigh Medina, dies.

Year: 2725

By this point, the IMC and the Militia are in a technical stalemate. The arrival of IMC officials from the core marks the start of peace talks between the various factions making up the Frontier Militia and the IMC.  

This same year, the Remnant fleet makes a final push to eliminate the Militia and, seeing the IMC leaders present in the Frontier as co-conspirators, attacks them as well. The IMC and the Militia must band together to defeat the Remnant Fleet.

“Revenant” breaks free of his programming and goes rogue.

This is also the year that the full extent of Hammond’s simulacrum program (along with other dubiously ethical practices) become known to the general public as new IMC leadership begins looking into what happened while they weren’t looking.

Year: 2726

Frontier War ends with the Remnant Fleet being driven “underground”; peace talks include trade agreements, planets assigned, etc. Roughly 1/2 of the Frontier’s core cluster of planets goes to the IMC while the other 1/2 is represented by individual governments, but technically part of a planetary coalition that made up the Militia. The Outlands (the various planets on the far reaches of the Frontier, all colonized by people fleeing the Titan and Frontier Wars) are technically independent operators as well, though some planets are contested (leading to on-and-off conflicts, with some still going on as of 2750).

Ajay “Lifeline” Che is born.

Octavio “Octane” Silva is born.

Year: 2728

Natalie “Wattson” Paquette is born.

Year: 2730

Pathfinder’s active memory begins. He immediately begins his search for his creator.

Year: 2738

Henry Witt is declared MIA. 

Year: 2739

Miles Witt is declared MIA.

[SENSITIVE INFORMATION REDACTED]

Wraith’s first solid memories begin here in a mental hospital in IMC space.

Year: 2740

Last known sighting of the Remnant Fleet as of the events of Apex Legends.

Chris Witt is declared KIA during this final attack before they are forced underground again.

Wraith escapes the mental hospital and flees to the Outlands.

Year: 2741

Elliott and his mother move to Solace.

Year: 2748:

Robert “Barker” Taube passes away.

Year: 2750

Anita “Bangalore” Williams takes part in a covert IMC mission in the Outlands. During this mission, the ship she’s on (the Hestia) is attacked and her brother, Jackson, is MIA (presumed dead). Bangalore finds herself stranded in the Outlands.

Elliott and Pathfinder meet; Elliott encourages Pathfinder to join the Apex Legends competition.

Events of Apex Legends (AKA pretty much all of my “Talk Some Sense to Me” series take place here).

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