#my favourite thing is getting the blank loved that it’s the best shit

[thevirgincherry]

PAWFECT !

ft. og4!leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

tags. hybrids, they’re treated like dogs so power dynamics, spaying, creampie, p in v, smut, daddy kink, fluff, pussy inspection

note. SHUT UP. all nyxs fault all her doing. og4 leon btw it wouldn’t work otherwise!! ignore typos n just bad fic over all I was tweaking .. omg forgive me . honestly just snippets of leon n his puppy girl!! super short

“Baby,” Leon says, it’s the closest to cooing he’ll ever get, “smile for me, baby, c’mon.”

You blank him, rolling over to stare at a small hole in the wall. The refusal to do what he says is a stab in the heart.

“What happened to my good girl?” He hooks his fingers in your mouth, forcing your lips into a grin as he bares your half-formed canines. “There it is, look at that.”

For the first time in your docile existence, you bite Leon. You bite your daddy and he yelps like a little girl—This has one of your ears twitching, the urge to run to his aid is likely strong but you stay put like the stubborn little bitch you are.

The vet said your grudge would last a day or so. That puppies can be temperamental creatures, but they’re soft at heart. A nice way to say that dogs are dumber than a box of rocks - you included. You’re the stupidest of them all and that’s what Leon likes about you.

Your grudge lasts two days, then three, then four, then five—A week long extension. And it’s not just the cold shoulder. It’s the food bowl that sits on the ground covered in a film of dust, out of use. It’s the side of his bed that remains empty as you burrow into your pink doggy bed that you outgrew long ago—There was never any use for the thing, you started to sleep in Leon’s bed the night you came home with him. Man, he used to hate when you whined at the bathroom door while he took a shit, but now Leon would do anything to have that back.

Worst of all, it’s the lack of sex. Leon did this for your good—You like playtime, it’s your favourite part of the day, even better than breakfast or lunch or dinner. You also love being bred, like the warmth, makes you sleepy. No more heat cycles, no more condoms. It’s a win-win. Call him cruel all you want, the shit makes you go insane—He got through, like, twenty rubbers in a day. Think about all those costs, then think about a single procedure, weigh ‘em up and you’ll see what led him to tie your tubes.

Leon makes a call to Rebecca, she comes with a stethoscope and Claire in tow. He’s in for an earful. Hybrid rights activist his ass, you’re his pup and Leon can do what he wants with you. An endless supply of creampies is what his girl dreams about, and he only does what’s best for you—He knows you, when you get over this slump you’ll appreciate all he’s done for you.

“And where does it hurt?” Rebecca’s eyes soften as you place a hand over your heart, blinking up at her with big eyes for added effect.

Oh, baby—Oh, honey— Both of them kneel by your side, scratching behind an ear each, showering you in enough affection to last a century.

“She’s acting,” Leon informs them, only to be met with outrage, “I regret it, swear on my life,” says Leon, who does not.

“You should, look at this sweet girl, what if she wanted to be a mommy.” Claire rubs your tummy, pads of her fingers digging into the pudge, your foot thumps against the floor as your body goes lax. When you look for affection from Leon, he rubs your clit instead of your belly.

“She doesn’t go outside, not gonna be a mommy either way.”

“That’s not the point, Leon, it’s cruel,” she argues, “she’s not a sex doll, are you baby? No, no, you’re not a sex doll, you’re a good girl, yes you are.” He fucking hates the baby voice. If you wanna get knocked up so badly, you should be spoken to like a big girl, but you can’t even make it to the potty on time so how is Leon meant to trust you with a litter?

“It makes it easier to deal with her cycles, I mean, she won’t get them at all now—“ Rebecca’s actual scientific evidence is shut down by a single glare from Claire.

“Get rid of your balls, how would you like that?”

“She likes my balls, can’t do that to her—Anyway, there’s no space for kids,” Leon says shortly, “I’d have to sell ‘em and she’d get all depressed.”

“She should have the choice, Leon, an option at least.” Claire doesn’t know that you can’t pick between dry food and wet food, that you break down when you’re given a choice, even if presented gently.

“Yeah, well, it’s too late.” And hooray to that.

“You’re mean,” she tells him, and he knows, he’s so mean—So selfish. Doing what’s best for his pup is so mean of him. Big Bad Leon crushing your puppy dreams in the palm of his hand like a page out of a diary.

“Mhm, okay, bye now, Claire, you should get going—Thanks for coming, Becca.” Leon escorts them to the door, he gives Claire a gentle push over the threshold and slams it in her face. “So fuckin’ annoying, tellin’ me what to do, and you just let her say that to me baby.”

Your face is indifferent, devoid of the usual warmth you carry in your expression. Dopey bitch. Don’t even know left from right and you think you know what’s best for you?

“So you’re gonna be like that?” Leon asks, and you blink at him, gaze steely. Fine. Two can play that game. He gets his dick out and twiddles it like his thumbs, your mouth waters the moment it comes into your eye line. “Baby, you could’ve held out a little longer.” He laughs quietly when you come to nose at his cock with shining eyes. “Yeah, you’re my greedy little bitch, aren’t you, baby? Yeah, you are.”

“I didn’t mean to make you upset.” He strokes your head tenderly as you mouth at his cock, slicking him up in thick drool from tip to base, icing him like a goddamn cake. “Baby, you know I didn’t mean it—Are you listening?” A whine slips from the base of your throat when he redirects your attention to his face.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry, baby, you wanna play ball, don’t you?” That gets your tail wagging. “Yes you do, I know you do, c’mere—“ Now he’s doing the fucking baby voice as he deposits a ball at a time into your wet mouth, your teeth scraping the sensitive skin of his sac, tracing your tongue along the seam.

This is forgiveness he supposes - you choking on his balls like you’re trying to swallow them whole. Peace is restored wholly when he fucks you that night. “Daddy can do this now,” Leon tells you as he fills you with enough seed to stock up a sperm bank.

You don’t like Ada because Leon likes her, and you don’t like Ashley because she likes Leon. Girls bring out something feral within you, a strain of rabies that has been dormant in your system, waiting for anger to thaw your veins—You ruled out Claire, Rebecca and Jill as threats the moment you gave them a sniff.

Ada left his apartment with a ladder in her stockings and the indentations of puppy teeth in her ass cheek. She was on top - it was a no brainer to go right for her ass. Leon gets it, he wants to sink his teeth into her the same way. She squealed like he’s never heard before and he thought for a minute he fucked her real good. He didn’t even get to cum, she hopped off and made a beeline for the door and you scampered after her, one of her red heels chewed into a sopping leather mess in your mouth.

(Ada doesn’t like dogs, but she likes Leon.)

Ashley waltzes in. “I’m so good with dogs, Leon! I love them, I used to have this great big Labrador, he was so good, Leon! Like he even sat and rolled over when I asked him too—He reminds me of you, actually.” Then she bends over to pet you on the head, but the close proximity between her and him is not to your liking so you bite the hand that saved his life a couple times, a hand that is worth more than his D.C apartment - furniture included.

“Told you she’s tricky.” Leon lifts you up, tosses you over his shoulder so you’re no harm then he finds himself missing your sweet face so you’re swung back over to be cradled in his arms like the big baby you are.

“Ouch, Leon, she’s really mean.” Ashley soothes the pain by flapping her hand in the air, a fruitless endeavour, the cold air from a nearby open window causes it to sting.

“Nah, she don’t bite that hard, do you, baby?” He pushes a finger into your mouth and you nibble on it with a significantly decreased bite-force. “See? Just teething.”

There’s Sherry, you love Sherry more than she does Leon, you run around her in circles and situate yourself on her tiny lap and lick at every inch of her tiny face. You let Leon give you a good scrub before Sherry comes over, put on a fresh set of clothes that aren’t his old t-shirts with ragged collars from all the teething you do. Heck, he even manages to put you in some cute undies.

They come and go, but you stay. And each time a woman leaves his place, you sit your pussy on his face and scoot around— He asks you: “What the fuck you are doing, baby?” Muffled into the fat of your pussy of course, but you never respond. He brushes it off as you scenting him—Whatever pups do when they’re feeling territorial.

And who is he to complain? Your pussy makes him happy. Leon sucks your clit into his mouth, reaches around to pinch the base of your wagging tail between his index and forefinger, stroking up and down to have your thighs tightening around his head.

You circle your hips into him, drool pooling in your mouth and dribbling down your chin as you chew on your favourite stuffed toy, whimpering into the spit-soaked fabric while Leon works your drippy hole open with his tongue. The tip of his nose grinds into your swollen clit, and you only budge once you’ve waterboarded him with your squirt.

Then you very generously provide him with a clean-up service, lapping at the sticky wetness coating his cheeks and suckling on his nose. That always makes him laugh. More often than not it’s a gradual transition into a play fight, you nip at his fingers and your ears twitch, a playful smile brightening your face.

The two of you roll around and Leon, being the bully he is, pins you to the ground, holding your wriggling body down as he slides his sweats down and slots his cock right into your twitching pussy. He grabs your tail to pull you back on his dick, and you might be one stupid bitch, but you’re cock-smart—You know what he wants and push your ass back against his thighs, wet skin smacking as you pick up the pace, faltering only when Leon takes ahold of your ears and uses them as fucking handlebars.

He can’t help himself, they looked too cute, flopping about all over the place. Looked like fuckin’ Dumbo. It doesn’t hurt you—No, it’s the opposite, you cum so hard you pass out in a heap the minute he lets go.

“Thank you, baby.” Leon pats your head as you shove two pussy-wet fingers into his mouth. “That’s so sweet, baby, can daddy take a look at what you’re doing?”

You smile at him shyly, like you didn’t just force-feed him slick, he catches the shape of your tail wagging low between your thighs, then you roll over onto your belly—Leon gives the fold of your tummy a sweet kiss first, then you turn over, taking your hand out of your panties to let him take care of the rest.

The seat of your panties is basically pasted to your pussy, strings of slick breaking as Leon peels them off. “What’s got you worked up, baby?” He spreads your ass, dipping his nose into your tighter hole as his tongue runs along your slit.

Leon raises his head, he parts your fat lips with his fingers and your cunt clicks when he digs a finger into your tight hole, it pulses around him, begs for more, for something thicker. The hood of your clit is pulled back by his thumb and prodded with his tongue, and your labia is parted by his nose, dragging up and down your soaked pussy. When he’s done messing around, Leon lays his tongue flat on your pussy, licking fat stripes up and down the centre of your cunt, dusting kisses on your throbbing clit until you gush down your thighs.

Man, you don’t even need a heat to get you wet. See, it all worked out in the long run, he’s pretty sure you don’t even remember what went down merely a week earlier.

“Come sit on it, princess,” he hums when you lick into his mouth, sucking on his tongue sloppily, a steady stream of drool slicking up the bottom half of his face. You’ve got a lot of love to give and he’ll take it.

You’re well-trained when it comes to cock and not much else, easing down on Leon’s dick while you brace your hands on his shoulders, pussy tightening when he scratches behind your ears. He plants his feet on the ground, lifting off his heels to fuck up into your plush cunt, squelching every time he bottoms out, cute tits bouncing as you sit pretty on his cock like a pencil topper.

The absence of a knot is always a bother to you. When he cums, you wait expectantly for his cock to swell and stretch you out beautifully, tear your pussy in half—It never comes so you paw at his face to express your disappointment, like you’re telling him to do better.

Maybe there's surgery for it. There’s one for everything these days. From cropping to defanging - a manufactured knot shouldn’t be out of the question. He’d do it for you, he would, even if it was a dodgy procedure in the same alley as coat hanger abortions and junkie meet-ups.

Not really. Leon wouldn’t really. He quite likes his dick how it is, and once you get over the initial anticlimactic flop of his knotless cock, staring out the window like a disillusioned star - you’re back on it less than a minute later.

A lack of understanding for his refractory period causes Leon discomfort as you force yourself down on his soft dick, he sits through it to make up for all the places he falls short. You rut your hips into him, trembling with excitement as he hardens inside of you, cock shaping your insides into something pretty. Then you show him that you love him via a spit shower, which Leon is not too fond of, your pussy on a platter would be ideal, but he doesn’t stop you.

Sometimes you suck his cock till your tongue feels like sandpaper. Sometimes you sob so hard when he leaves for work you throw up and he spends half an hour scrubbing mushy kibble out of the carpet. Sometimes you eat things you aren’t supposed to, and sometimes you are one nasty piece of work, but Leon loves you anyway. ‘Cause you’re his piece of work.

#leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy imagine #leon s kennedy smut #leon s kennedy x you #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut

[thetarttfuldickhead]

I often wonder about how and when the team learns about Roy and Jamie’s special training arrangement. In 3x04, Roy and Jamie are just getting started; in 3x05 they’re not keeping it a secret but who knows what they team is or isn’t picking up; in 3x06 everyone is obviously aware of their new and predictably unhinged deal.

There’s a lot of ways the revelation can play out and I’m in love with all of them, but my favourite version (tonight, at least) has one of the other players just stumbling on some candid posted on the site formerly known as Twitter a few days after Zava’s left for his avocado farm. Roy having Jamie pull his bike is a little too late for this grand reveal, but I crave that same level of insanity; say it’s Jamie doing push-ups in the middle of the Richmond Green with Roy standing next to him and keeping a foot on his back, or some such.

“Guys, have you seen this?” Sasha might ask, rushing into the dressing room with his phone held high.

They haven’t. They’re all suitably awed/astounded/alarmed.

“Did Jamie piss Roy off again?” Colin wonders aloud, leading to a smattering of yeah, must have and nah, Jamie’s been minding himself, hasn’t he? and says here the chick who posted it sees them every morning there’s more pictures look and the discussion runs loud and agitated with no clear consensus, and then Jamie walks in, and they immediately swarm him, like the fuck is going on here, bruv?

“Uh, yeah, Roy’s been coaching me, hasn’t he? Like, privately.” Jamie’s doing a fair job of playing it cool, like it’s no big deal, like it’s just a thing, no particular reason for it. It’s nice to be the focus of the team’s attention once more, but he suspects they wouldn’t be best impressed if they realised it’s all to make him better than Zava ever was. (Which is bullshit, really, because Zava’s a right knob, yeah, and he fucked them over too, like properly.)

“He can’t actually force you to do that shit, can he?” Jeff asks, his silly brow furrowed in concern, and he’s sounding just a little uncertain, because he knows that technically he’s right, but this is Roy they’re talking about and… who the fuck knows what Roy can or can’t do, really?

“Yeah, mate, you should talk to the gaffer,” someone else chimes in, and there’s nods and yeah, Ted’ll say something, right, he’ll sort Roy out and stop him from torturing Jamie further.

Jamie waves their concern away. “No, lads, listen, I want him to do it,” he tells them. “It’s to make me better, right?” It’s already working, too; he can feel it, his endurance building, his strenght growing. He’s better than he’s ever been, and he’s only getting started.

The team contemplates that for a few moments, in hushed silence. “Man,” Van Damme eventually offers, “you couldn’t pay me to do that shit.”

“Yeah, well,” Jamie says, with a wink and a smirk, “no one’s offering to pay you, mate.”

And that’s that, really. The teams murmurs and shrugs and moves on. Just Roy and Jamie doing Roy and Jamie stuff, innit?

(Roy steps into the coaches' office, and Beard looks up from his book. “What?” Roy asks, because he knows all of Beard’s completely blank faces, and knows this one for the pointed interest it is. “You and Jamie, huh”? Beard asks. “Yeah, well,” is all Roy says, but Beard nods because yeah, that makes perfect sense actually.)

#roy kent #jamie tartt #afc richmond #roy & jamie #a team of himbos #3x05 #meta ficlet #my stuff

[therealestgalthereis]

EDDSWORLD X READER COMFORT

This was a req by @crystalwhisp

I wasn't sure of WHAT you wanted the reader to be ashamed of so i kinda left it blank, so its UP TO INTERPERTATION </3

Edd You were sitting on your bed, clutching your sides tightly. You felt like literal shit, unable to work on anything, not even having the energy to get out of bed. To be honest, you didn't feel like you deserved to get up anyways. Why did you deserve nice things? Tears rolled down your face, and you hiccupped through your gritted teeth. You weren't sure why your boyfriend, Edd, stayed with you so long. He was perfect, kind, sweet, extremely caring and funny, creative.. everything you thought you weren't. In your eyes, you were an emotional wreck, with too much baggage to function properly. Since you were so deep in your self-loathing, you hadn't even noticed your room door opening, or your boyfriend stepping in. "..Love?" Edd said, his tone concerned. Your head shot up to look at him through tear-filled eyes. "Edd?" as you spoke, your voice cracked, and was wobbly. Edd rushed over to you, hugging you tightly. "Oh, what happened?" He asked, gently rubbing circles on your back.

For the rest of the night, the two of you were in eachothers arms, Edd comforting you, telling you that you were deserving of love, deserving of anything, and everything nice. --------

Tom (It's gunna have the same start sorry :(( ) You were sitting on your bed, clutching your sides tightly. You felt like literal shit, unable to work on anything, not even having the energy to get out of bed. To be honest, you didn't feel like you deserved to get up anyways. Why did you deserve nice things? Tears rolled down your face, and you hiccupped through your gritted teeth. You couldn't even remember fully what had set off your sobbing. Maybe it was your family, something that happened, maybe you had bottled up your feelings for too long and it all spilled out. It didn't matter. You took a sharp gasp of air, trying to regain your breath. Your boyfriend, Tom, would be home soon - and you didn't want him to worry. Then, to your horror, the door opened, Tom stepping inside your room. "Hey, babe, I got the fuckin' uh.." He trailed off when he saw your crying, his 'eyes' widening a bit. Tom dropped the shopping bag and urgently ran to you, croutching down to be at your eye level, "What's wrong!?" He asked in a panic. Tom.. wasn't the best at comforting, since he always sought after a solution to what was bugging you. "I-- I'm sorry, it's nothing!" You said quickly, roughly rubbing your face with your sleeve. Tom's expression softened and he took your hands in his, "Hey, hey, I'm here for you, y'know.. you're my partner after all." You sobbed harder, hugging Tom tightly. He shushed you gently, playing with your hair. -----

Matt You were sitting on your bed, clutching your sides tightly. You felt like literal shit, unable to work on anything, not even having the energy to get out of bed. To be honest, you didn't feel like you deserved to get up anyways. Why did you deserve nice things? Tears rolled down your face, and you hiccupped through your gritted teeth. You felt like the scum of the Earth. To be honest, you wanted to see Matt, your boyfriend. He always knew how to make you feel better. With shaking hands, you grabbed your phone and texted him, asking him to come see you.

Within seconds, your door was flung open, and Matt ran to you, tackling you to your bed with a massive hug. "Sweets! What's wrong, I got your message!!" He began going into a frenzy of questions, kissing all over your face. "I will not have my lovely partner feel upset!" He declared, before grabbing your phone, putting on your favourite show. Matt set up the phone so you could see it, watching it with you as he held you close to him. ------------

Tord You were sitting on Tords lap, crying into his chest. He had found you sobbing in your room, and had brought you to his room, allowing you to cry as long as you needed to. He gently rubbed circles on your back, murmuring what you assumed were comforting words in Norwegian. He sweetly kissed the top of your head, "How about we get some sleep?" He suggested, lifting you up. He moved aside his blanket and laid you down, pulling the covers over you after he had gotten inside the bed beside you. Tord pulled you onto his stomache, having you lay on your stomache on him. He wrapped his arms around you, "I love you, sweets. Have a good sleep, my beautiful dove."

#eddsworld #ew tord #eddsworld tord #tord eddsworld #tord ew #eddsworld tom #tom ew #eddsworld x reader #matt ew #ew matt #ew edd #x reader comfort

[theteabush]

Hii! Can I please have some hunter sylvester headcanons where he has a fem s/o who has a fairy kei style and is very sweet and innocent, but also loves the same metal and things he does?

|Hunter Sylvester x fem!reader with a fairy kei style|

Note: HI ANON!! You're actually my first ask, and I'm so exciteeeed because my style is also fairy kei with a mix of lolita and this got me all smiliiin'. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT. It's not the best and I'm so sorry TwT

Warnings: none

Hunter was dumbfounded when he saw you

Like literally.

Would question Kevin and/or random people about you

He would constantly beat himself up about this weird feeling,

Because having a crush on someone exactly the opposite of him was 'not metal' of him

"Dude just ask for her name"-Kevin

*visibly goes red*

Everytime he sees pink he thinks about you

He literally wrote a song about you and how much you're messing with his head

He randomly fixes his hair when sees you walking in

"Emily knows her. We could ask her"

When he hears that he would literally beg for that to happen

One time he almost crashed his car when you appeared in his mind

Would look at you in classes, questioning about this 'weird' style you have (you don't. He just doesn't understand it)

Does Google research about this

BRO LITERALLY BECOMES SHAKESPEARE AND WRITES POEMS

He smiles to himself when he thinks about you

"you good?" - Kevin

"yes, just the allergies messing with my muscles"

"????" - kevin

Emily told him your name so now he knows his mysterious crush

Literally gets TikTok videos with 'soulmates' with your initials 😭

He thinks he's in some type of spell

Totally denies his feelings sometimes because he's not used to it

At some point he talks to you

"nice weather outside, am I right?"

He literally goes ;-; and face-palms himself mentally

His eyes wide when he realises you're laughing

BABY BOY SO NERVOUS

compliments your clothing style

When he learns that you like his style and music taste, he goes blank

No thoughts, head empty

His heart races with 100 per/mile

"t-thanks. Its the trauma"

He's so awkward, he's just scared to not scare you off

That joke literally came out of nowhere

He would start talking about fairy kei because he memorised everything from Google just to impress you

You literally think it's cute

HE HAS A HELLO KITTY BACKPACK KEYCHAIN DONT ASK FROM WHERE HE JUST HAS IT

He gifted it to you

He would give you stuff every day at school, such as hair pins, bracelets, cute accessories, small stuff that reminds him of you

Would plan a picnic date night in a nearby forest with fairy lights in trees n' shit

HE PLAYS THE GUITAR FOR YOU

Would ramble at some point, talking about his favourite bands and their history

When he realises that you're listening and actually interested in what he says, he falls in love. Literally.

He's VERY surprised that you are also into metal

He actually opens up a little bit to you about his past. Just a little bit

Starts questioning on how you chose this style

Would listen to every single detail you give him

EMILY THINKS Y'ALL ARE THE SWEETEST

Would put his rings on your fingers, even if they're too big, just to see something of him on you

CONSTANTLY BLUSHES

He never thought about loving someone the opposite of him

PEOPLE ARE SHOCKED WHEN YOU TWO ANNOUNCED YOUR RELATIONSHIP

Would put stickers on your face

HE LETS YOU USE HIM AS A PERSONAL ACCESSORY TESTER

"Do you think this is cute?" - you

"Let's find out"

HE. KISSES. YOUR. HAND

"How's my floating cotton candy doing?"

You're literally his will to live 😭

His life so boring and grey, until ✨ you ✨ come in picture

People are whispering about you guys but who tf cares?

"You're like a heart"

"how so?" - you

"without you everything dies around"

💳 💥

OVERALL Y'ALL FUCKING CUTE

#hunter #hunter sylvester #hunter metal lords #hunter sylvester x reader #Hunter sylvester x you #metal lords #Netflix #Headcanons #Hunter sylvester x fem!reader

[eds6ngel]

✎ when i kissed the teacher | part five

summary: with summer break starting, it's time for you to pack up your things and leave hawkins elementary. so, will you be able to find a new job? and will you ever reunite with steve, the man that not only started this whole mess, but that you also love?

part one ♡ part two ♡ part three ♡ part four ˚⋆｡˚ full masterlist.

warnings: dad!steve. singledad!steve. 90s!au. fem!reader. use of y/n. swearing. mutual pining. slow burn. a lil bit of hurt. tons of fluff by the end. mentions of food. job interviews!! slight age gap [r is 25, steve is 29]. roommate amy being the best friend we all need. no more warnings as this is the finale!! [3.6k].

Finishing up your last week at Hawkins Elementary was not the easiest. Not only were you met with multiple days of children’s tears, hours spent reassuring them that everything was going to be okay, but the other teachers began to judge you. You would enter the staff room to dirty looks and ignorant comments. But, of course, adults bullying co-workers wasn’t fire-worthy, was it?

You packed your classroom up last Monday, the white walls, once covered in student’s artwork and decorative pieces, now bare. It made you feel melancholic and nostalgic simultaneously. Almost three years ago, you were walking into that first grade classroom for the first time, ready to made your dedicated space feel like home.

And now you were leaving, much earlier than anticipated. This should’ve been your second home for the rest of your life. But, now it was going to belong to someone else. Someone else was gonna fill the walls of student artwork, of decorative pieces, of their own little trinkets to display appropriate parts of their personality. It should’ve been you. It should’ve always been you.

Your permanent record was updated the day of your departure, the job search becoming increasingly difficult by the hour. Teaching positions cropped up everywhere, especially since you lived so close to Indianapolis, a mere twenty minute drive.

Yet, so far, none had even given you an interview offer. Many point blank stated that your record was the issue, the others you could definitely assume by their rejection wording.

The sound of your apartment door opening disrupts you from your job search, and from you continuing to stare into space.

Your roommate Amy arrives home with a paper bag full of groceries in hand, the fruit collection peeking out of the top. “How is your wonderful afternoon going?” she cheerily asks, a smile on her face, placing the groceries onto your kitchen counter.

You huff, placing your head in between your hands, “Shit. I’m not getting anything, Ames. I’m gonna have to resort to becoming a fashion retailer or something. I’m running short on money to split the goddamn bills with you.”

“Well,” she smirks, pursing her lips and creeping up to you, whipping a sheet of paper out from behind her back, “I may have a solution for you.”

You take the sheet of paper from her, inspecting the cover as it reads: TEACHING POSITION AVAILABLE. $30,000 ANNUAL SALARY. SECOND GRADE TEACHER. FULL-TIME. ERNIE PYLE SCHOOL 90.

“Ames, this is such a prestigious school! Aren’t they in, like… the top ten in Indianapolis or something?”

She hums, “Mhm, which is exactly why you should at least put an application in!”

You groan at her optimism, “I have a permanent mark on my record. They’re gonna turn me away the second they see it!”

She heads back to the kitchen, beginning to un-pack the groceries, mumbling out, “Well, you never know.”

And, she wasn’t entirely wrong. Even if it was a one in a million chance, a chance is still a chance.

“Screw it,” you thought, you were gonna put a damn application in. The highly likely rejection was just adding to the list by now, it wasn’t even a sharp sting in your heart like it used to be anymore.

Why not take a chance?

And, my God, was that chance worth taking.

It was a Sunday afternoon, you relaxing on the couch reading your favourite book, when all of a sudden, the landline phone rings.

Amy was currently out on a date with her boyfriend, so you had the house to yourself. You put your bookmark in its place, moving from your comfy position on the couch with a groan, walking over to grab the phone from its stand placed on the wall. “Hello?”

“Hello. Is this Miss. L/N?”

“It is her, yes,” you reply, the voice of an older-sounding man speaking down the phone to you.

“Nice to hear from you, Miss. L/N. I am calling from Ernie Pyle School 90 regarding your application for the second grade.”

Great, another rejection to add to the overgrowing list.

“We do see that there is a strike on your permanent record, but we also do take notice that you have a lot of other qualities we admire here. So, we would like to bring you in for an interview, if that’s all right? That way, we can get a good idea of your character and what the strike really entailed from your perspective. Does that sound good with you?”

You had to knock yourself back into reality as the words are spoken down the line. They were actually offering you a fucking interview.

“Umm… Yeah! Yeah, that sounds amazing, thank you! When would you like me to come in?”

So, two days later, you were dressed up in your smartest attire, walking into the brown-bricked building, the school a lot smaller than you had anticipated.

An older man, who seemingly matched the voice on your landline, greeted you at the entrance, the school empty for the Summer Break.

He directed you to his office, you neatly placing yourself on the chair in front of his desk, sitting appropriately, trying to appear as professional as possible.

“So, I’m sure you’re aware of the interview process from your previous work listed on your CV, so if you wouldn’t mind telling me a little about yourself,” he begins.

You breathe out, smiling at him, “Of course. I grew up in Indiana, more towards the north in a quite rural area. Growing up as a child in the seventies, I really felt under-appreciated as a student, as if I wasn’t valued. So, that’s where my love of teaching started to grow. I wanted to lead the next generation of students in a way that I felt, and many other of my friends at the time felt, would’ve been beneficial.”

“Well, as someone who has been working in schools since the seventies, I can see why you thought that way,” he chuckles. “It seems your generation has been the leader of change. Okay, we all know that students can become a handful at times. So, tell me, how would you deal with a stressful situation?”

“Well, firstly I would find the identifier of the situation by calmly asking the child what happened, as that helps me form a route to solve the issue. At my previous school, I had a student who got pushed into the mud and his favourite t-shirt got ruined, which made him extremely resentful and angry towards a boy. I got him a spare t-shirt to change into and promised I would scrub it out as best as I could during lunch break, which I followed through with. I then brought the two boys together, asking the other boy why he did it and he said that his friend allowed him to do it the previous day, so I taught the lesson of consent and how our feelings towards a situation can change from moment to moment. The boy apologised, the other boy accepted that and rode through his emotions. And by the end of the day, his t-shirt was just like before, mud stain-free. I’ve found that it’s much better for myself to understand the reasons behind something, instead of resorting to a lack of control over my own emotions and lashing out at one or both of them.”

The principal smiles at you, replying, “That’s a wonderful answer, thank you for that. Now, as you brought your previous school up, I do have to ask you about the strike on your permanent record. It says here that you, quote, ‘Broke student confidentiality,’ so I was hoping you could talk me through that situation. We here at Ernie Pyle like to overview a situation before immediately judging, much like yourself with stressful situations. So, please, go ahead,” he directs you.

You breathe out, trying to present your answer in a non-biased viewpoint, “There was a student’s father that I can confirm we both mutually did have feelings for each other. I set my boundaries in place last Christmas as he did try to ask me out, but I told him exactly that: student confidentiality. But, the school’s Easter Brunch rolled around, he helped me tidy up my classroom whilst the kids were on recess, and we kissed.” You purse your lips, having a sinking feeling that this was not going to secure you the job, “I would say he initiated it, but I also leaned in, because as I said, we both did have feelings for each other, so that part of my brain took over. However, I did pull back fairly quickly and asked him to leave promptly. The kiss was caught on the security cameras, and since it happened, I got fired for that reason.”

You bite your lip in nervousness, anticipating the rejection. However, you were presented with a far more mature answer that you were expecting.

The principal presents a thoughtful expression, “Hmm… I see. You said that you stated your boundaries before, yes?”

“I did sir, yes.”

“And that kiss was initiated by the male parent, to which you reciprocated for a short amount of time, before eventually pulling away, removing yourself from the damaging situation?”

“Correct, yes.”

He looks you in the eyes, leaning forward in his seat, “And have you contacted this parent outside of the school hours, whether that be after school, during school breaks or over the weekends?”

You shake your head, “I have not, no. The only time we spoke after school hours was when he aided me in running the school’s Christmas Fayre.”

“I see…” he pauses for a moment, “I’m going to ask you one more question before making my decision, if that’s all right with you,” to which you nod with a smile. “You worked at your previous school for three years, and I’m sure you’re aware that we really value applicants that have that prior experience. So, what skills have you learnt or improved as your time as a teacher of elementary school children?”

You look off to the side, sighing happily at the memories of your previous students. You turn your head to look back up at the principal, your answer coming confidently to your brain, no fears present. “I’ve learnt how to time manage and be organised. I would schedule my day in the morning to have certain worksheets and items stored in accessible places for me to switch over in between recesses and lunch breaks. Also, not all kids learn at the same pace, so I have to factor in extra activities for the children who complete their work a little faster than some of the other students. But, I think the most important thing I learnt was empathy. Children are just smaller, more innocent versions of us adults. I’ve found that many adults believe they must control their children, but I’ve learnt from my experience as a teacher that it’s better to approach every child with warmth, kindness and love. I’ve heard lots of children say that they hate school as young as five years old, and I want to be the one to change that. I want my students to feel safe and loved in my class, and for them to have it be one of their favourite parts of their day.”

He leans back in his chair, sighing out as he takes his glasses off, “I’m just… Wow. I am truly amazed by your answers, Miss. L/N. They are absolutely phenomenal. These are the exact values we like to promote here at Ernie Pyle and you would be a great addition to our team.”

Was he actually kidding? This sounded like an acceptance…

He sits in his chair with his eyebrows furrowed, a thinking look on his face, “However, I do run into this issue of your strike… But, I’m willing to find a way around it. Willing to put in some extra rules.”

You nod, perhaps a little too eagerly, “Anything. I’ll take on any extra rules you require.”

He looks at you once more, “Okay, I’m willing. These are what your rules are gonna be: You cannot speak to any male parent alone in your classroom, whether that be with their child present or not. If they ask you a question whilst dropping off their child, you must direct them to Mrs. Lane, who is going to be your teaching assistant. As well as this, obviously following the previous rules, no parent can aid you in any after school activities, events, or anything of a similar nature. If you need guidance with an event, you must ask another member of staff to aid you. These are the rules I’m offering you, okay?”

“Of course sir, I completely understand.”

“And I’m going to be super strict with this. If I even see you step slightly out of line, I won’t hesitate to add another strike to that record of yours. Do you understand?”

“100% sir. Absolutely,” you respond.

He smiles, raising from his seat, you copying his action as he extends his hand out to you, saying the words you’ve been waiting to hear for a long time: “You’re hired. Welcome to Ernie Pyle.”

You walk into the front door of your apartment, your hair now a disheveled mess from the windy storm forming outside. Amy looks up from her seat on the couch, re-runs of old episodes of Friends playing on the TV mounted on the wall.

She simply snorts, “Jesus. You look like shit.”

You shut the apartment door behind you, replying with a chuckle, “Yeah, tell me about it.”

She stands up, walking over to you where you had dumped your purse onto the small table where the pair of you eat, “So, how did it go?”

You decided to play with your best friend’s emotions, sighing solemnly as you act sad, mumbling out, “Turns out I have to start taking care of kids five days a week again…”

She furrows her eyebrows, before gasping, putting her hand over her mouth in shock, “You got it?”

You smile widely and giggle, “Yeah, I got it.”

She screams a little too loudly, lifting you off the floor in a hug in excitement, squeaking out, “Oh my God, this is amazing! I told you you would get it!”

You part from each other, you playfully rolling your eyes, joking, “Yeah, yeah. You were right again.”

She smirks overdramatically, “Of course I am. When am I ever wrong?”

You chuckle as she jumps up and down, still in shock at your news, “Holy shit, holy shit! You have to call Steve!”

You part from her again, looking at her with a confusion expression as you let out a “What?”

“Steve. You know, the guy you’ve been crushing on for almost a year?” she says with a smile, “You have to call him!”

You sigh out, pinching the bridge of your nose, “Ames, they just put a bunch of extra rules in for me because of that whole situation. I don’t think they’d be very happy if I suddenly start speaking to him.”

Amy groans at you in frustration, “But, Y/N, he’s not your student’s dad anymore. What are they gonna do? Fire you by association? If anything, that’ll make them more at ease as you’ll be taken, so less likely to become flirty with other student’s dads!”

You let out a long breath, thinking over your best friend’s words, before shaking your head, “Nope! Nope! I’m not doing it, Ames!”

She nods eagerly, “Yes you are!” she teases, running back to the living room and grabbing the phonebook from off the bookshelf, before returning to grab your hand, dragging you onto the couch as you plop down. She shoves the phonebook into your lap, pointing at you, “You’re gonna look up his last name and I’m going to watch you pick up that phone, dial his number and call him. Okay?”

You huff, your breath blowing the hairs out of your face as you complain, “Fine! I’ll do it.”

Amy smiles widely, clapping her hands together and shouting, “Yay!”

You open the phonebook, flipping through until you reach the letter ‘H.’ You scan through the names, reaching the correct starting letters. Hare-, Hari-, Harp-, Has—

“Uh.. Ames?” you say, blinking rapidly, her humming at you, “It’s not in here.”

“What do you mean it’s not in there?” she questions, walking over and sitting next to you on the cream-coloured couch.

“His last name is Harrington. Look,” you point to the page, “It says Harps, and then skips on to names beginning ‘Has.’ He’s not fucking in here.”

“You’re not joking with me? You aren’t making up that name to not call him?”

You look her dead in the eyes, “I’m not kidding. He’s not in here.”

“I mean, he must be one of those rare people who really values privacy. Had his name removed or something,” she replies.

You huff, rolling your eyes and slamming the book shut, placing it back on the bookshelf, “I guess the Universe is telling me really not to go through with it, huh?” you direct at your best friend, turning around and storming into your room, closing the door forcefully behind you.

You would be lying if you said you weren’t at least a little bit disappointed… Okay, maybe more than a little.

But… maybe not all hope was lost.

You and Amy took turns taking on the weekly adulting tasks, splitting the boring household chores between the two of you.

You had travelled into Indianapolis, grabbing your weekly groceries for the two of you. You were browsing the selection of cheeses, deciding which one would taste the nicest in relation to your budget. However, a tall man was leaning over you, trying to reach an item located above your head. However, once he spoke, you recognised that voice from anywhere

“I’m so sorry, I just need to grab—” The man looks down at you as you look up at him, your eyes connecting in an intense gaze, “Holy shit… Y/N?”

“Steve?” you breathe out, trying to register the fact that the man you thought you would never see again in your life is standing right in front of you. He’s wearing a Wham! t-shirt, light blue jeans, and a denim jacket in a similar shade. And my God does he look gorgeous.

And he thought the same about you as you stood there in your yellow, flowy dress. Perfect for the warm Indiana summer, and perfect for you. It hugged you so well, in all the right places. It made you look breathtaking.

“Um, hi! Hi… How— How are you?” he asks, blinking rapidly as he tries to form a sentence, his body still shocked from not only how beautiful you look, but the chances of you two meeting in the same grocery store out of your towns.

“I’m doing good, how have you been?” you respond, trying to keep the conversation as casual as possible.

“Pretty great, yeah…” He pauses for a moment, staring at the ground, afraid he would blush if he looked at you again, “Alena’s great too, by the way. Just in case you wanted to know…”

You nod, “I’m glad you two are doing good. I know that me leaving and all probably took a great toll on her, and I wanted to say sorry—”

However, he interrupts you, “Wait, you left the school?”

You sigh out, realising that Alena must’ve not shared the news with her dad, most likely too nervous to tell him that it was because of his actions. “Yeah… I got fired. They caught us kissing on the security cameras and you know… student confidentiality, you know all about that shit.”

“Shit…” he breathes out, sinking in the fact that his actions were the reason for your job loss. “I’m sorry. I never should have kissed you. It was completely my fault and I—”

But now, it’s your time to interrupt him. You giggled, “Steve, I promise, it’s okay. Besides…” you look up, smiling, “I may have found a better teaching job that pays more anyway. You kind of saved me in a way.”

He chuckles awkwardly, “Yeah… I suppose I did…”

The two of you laugh together before the air falls into silence again, the sounds of regular shoppers and beeping machines filling the atmosphere.

Steve was the one to speak what seemed to be the thought lingering on both of your minds, “So… Does that mean I can ask you out again?”

You decide to tease him, “Depends what’s in store, Harrington.”

He laughs at your comment, “Well, I was thinking I pick you up, I take you to a fancy restaurant, and then we shoot the shit, see where the night takes us… Not in a sexual way of course! I just mean in general…” He mentally face-palms himself. Why did he have to phrase it like that?

You giggle at his ramblings, “I like the sound of that,” you smile up at him, your heart fluttering all the more faster, “When are you thinking for?”

“Um… Friday night, seven o’clock at your place?” he asks.

And you verbalise the answer that he’s been wanting to hear for almost a year, the two of you finally being allowed to love each other: “It’s a date.”

and that's the end!! i hope you all enjoyed this five part series, i had so much fun writing it!! now... where do we go from here?

so, if you've checked out the masterlist to this series, you may have noticed the 'spinoffs' section. that's because i'm giving you guys leverage over the future of this little au!!

so, what spinoffs would you like to see? steve and r's first date? them officially getting together? first outing as a couple with alena? even future down the line? it's totally up to you, these are merely suggestions!!

i will be opening my asks back up next week for this series only, so i can't wait to see what scenarios you guys come up with!!

as always, thank you for dedicating your time to reading this entire series, it means so much to me!! ♡

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[doddsmountain]

okay! i've been wondering how harry gets back in touch with his family after the whole amnesia thing and how they all handle that. and how was harry's relationship with them before that, also? is there a sibling he gets along with the best? do any of them also have weird brain things going on (like the psychosis, talking to things, heck even pale exposure)? if the sister who works at the harbor knows titus, how does the reveal that she's related to harry go?

i may have more but that's a lot to start with for now. i might come back another time :3

Alrighty! Gonna put this under a cut to save people from my old-ass being cringy lol

First, I wanna introduce the OCs I’ve made for Harry’s family! (Ages as of events of the game, March ‘51)

Alain Du Bois, father, dead (died in ‘21), born January 27, ‘80 of previous century. Was absent most of the time, abusive when around

Margarette Du Bois (nee Barrach), 70, born August 2, ‘81 of previous century. Kind, loving mother.

Victoire ‘Victor’ Du Bois, 48, born July 17, ‘02. A bit distant, also struggles with alcohol but not to Harry’s extent (he won’t drink while working), lorry driver, emotionally shut off, rarely smiles, known for his deadpan humour and really bad puns. Has whatever the lorry driver version of Esprit du Corps is. Married and has 2 kids: 21 year old son, 18 year old daughter. Pale exposure up the wazzoo due to having to travel through it. He knows the pale driver, and Tommy Le Homme.

Madeline ‘Maddy’ Petrovski (nee Du Bois), 46, born June 1, ‘04. Very friendly like their mum, short and chubby, cosmetologist (works for the biggest theatre company in Revachol - which still doesn’t pay that well - definitely working class), has some of the same psychological things going on as Harry (the lists - she does the lists as well). Married and has 4 kids: 16 year old daughter, twin 13 year old sons, and an 8 year old daughter. Her husband has addiction issues and isn’t the greatest but he’s kind and loving regardless - life isn’t always what we expect it to be.

Harrier ‘Harry’ Du Bois, 44, born January 3, ‘07. We know about him.

Mairi Du Bois, 42, born December 20, ‘07. The only one to really escape the poverty of their childhood. Geology professor in Sur la Clef. She has the same weird empathetic skills Harry has. Lesbian, married to a fellow academic, no children.

Eloise ‘Elsie’ McTavish (nee Du Bois), 37, born February 2, ‘14. A bit standoffish, she is a nurse, and recently divorced. Has plenty of similar strange psychological traits similar to Harry’s and is distressed over it, tries to ignore it. Has four children: Twin 6 year old son and daughter, 3 year old daughter, and a year old daughter. Currently lives with their mum due to financial stress as her ex-husband is a deadbeat and can’t be found (he’s a former friend of Harry’s and Harry vows to beat the shit out of him if he ever sees him again).

Marcelline ‘Marcy’ Du Bois, 34, born January 4, ‘17. Exactly the same psychological stuff as Harry. Divorced because she had a few miscarriages (her ex-husband is a piece of shit - upper middle class weenie). Very outgoing, works in Martinaise surprisingly as a shipping container inspector (enemies to lovers type thing with Titus Hardie eventually) (also didn’t know her brother was the absolute mess of a detective doing the investigation into the Hanged Man). Has some issues with making relationships for obvious reasons. No children. Her favourite sibling is Harry. She is Harry’s favourite sibling (he got a baby sister for his 10th birthday). Because of Marcie’s proximity to the hole in the universe she also has some issues with pale exposure.

My headcanon for Harry getting back in touch with his family post-amnesia is a little wishful thinking on my behalf, I suppose.

So, as we know Harry has blanked before after some epic benders - purposefully. I figure it would only be a matter of time before he gets his memories back. 

In my postgame HC/AU/whatever you wanna call it I figure this happens roughly a month after the events in the game - and it happens fast and painfully - leaving Harry in a very very emotionally unstable place. Thankfully, Kim is there and Judit is also very understanding. Harry’s reaction to all of this suddenly happening is what gets Jean to finally believe Harry had amnesia. Throughout it all Harry still remains sober (this is again wishful thinking on my behalf due to my own history with alcoholism [grew up with it, know it’s damages]). 

Shortly after this is when the Kim is Revachol comic takes place (so mid- to late April). Kim encourages Harry to reach out to his family after learning about them. Harry is understandably terrified as the last 6 years have been strained due to his spiralling into further alcoholism and drug abuse after Dora left him. After university I HC that Harry dived into the Disco/party scene heavily, especially after meeting Dora, so alcohol and drugs have been an issue of his for a while before Dora left. I think that after he became a cop these addictions got worse as he struggled to cope with the realities of what he had to do as a cop and what he had to see. I imagine things were a bit tense after Harry met Dora, as I HC the rest of his family not really liking her all that much due to class differences (and I imagine her family didn’t like him either for the same reasons). Harry’s family does their best to make Dora feel welcome though and they get along well enough until finally she leaves and he goes off the deep end. His older brother quietly stops talking to him, his older sister tries her hardest to help but he doesn’t accept it. Mairi is on another isola so there’s not much she can do. But she makes sure to call him once a week and this doesn’t stop until the events of the game. Eloise is very vocal about her displeasure with what he’s doing but still tries to support him in small ways. Marcelline is heartbroken but refuses to give up on her brother. They get drunk together a few times over the years post-Dora/pre-game. Harry refuses to be around his mum when he’s drunk or high, but she is well aware of how rough he’s living. He builds her a gazebo one summer when he tries to sober up (I like to imagine him being good at carpentry). He gets Jean to help him.

Because family is important they all open their arms to him when he reaches out. Because all of them have some extent of Harry’s weird abilities they can tell he means it this time when he says he’s trying to be better, be the Harry they knew before he met Dora, before he let his life spiral. Harry slowly integrates into his families’ lives. Harry made sure to never be high or drunk around his nieces and nephews so he’s always been the fun uncle, and now they get to see him much more often. Harry cries so much when his oldest nephew introduces Harry to his grand-niece. The family also openly embraces Kim, Cuno and Cunoesse. And Rene in my AU. Harry’s sisters are excited to have a new brother-in-law and niblings. Victor quietly respects Kim for being able to help Harry pull through this time. He also teaches Cunoesse how to work on a lorry engine.

When Titus learns that the chubby babe Marcy is Harry’s sister he’s not all that surprised. Once he knows he can see the familiarities there. After the events of the game, I HC that Titus slows down on the partying and sleeping with younger women (the man is 39 after all). He kind of becomes a bit more reserved, especially after losing his best friend and the others. Marcy was close with Angus so she understands Titus’s pain. They grow close. Harry gets a bit put-off when he learns that they start dating. Kim is highly amused by Harry’s protective older brother attitude.

I likely have more to add but I’m losing steam lol

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[thegrimreaperisanerd]

hii i have a maybe somewhat difficult question:

how do you go about writing all of the police/detective stuff? I have no knowledge at all about that except having played the game a few times and watching bbc sherlock back when that was a thing.

I have so many cool kimharry things in my mind that i need to get on paper but i don't know how to involve all the cop stuff in a natural way because i don't know anything about it and don't want it to be too wildly incorrect.

so yeah.. how do you even learn the things for this?

thank you so much i love your work

Quite a difficult question I won't lie...... But I've answered at length so it's going under a readmore

This isn't my favourite thing to discuss online as it can trigger my psychosis, but I have an actual dismaying amount of experience with cops. I don't want to talk about it but... Bit like Cuno I suppose. Good ending for that kid is doing public services training ages 14 - 16, and going "oh this is shit actually" once he's got an out from his abusive parent, then working at a restaurant

I quite literally cannot go into detail - so don't ask because I WILL delete this post - but an ex military police officer told us a "funny story" about a "prank" he played on some kids in an occupied location during the late 80s that I recognised as psychological torture, but made my peers laugh. So I decided to become a faggot and poet instead.

~NOW FOR THE FUN ADVICE THAT IS ACTUALLY OF USE TO YOU!

Research:

Honestly, the amount of time I spend looking up stuff for writing is probably more than the time I spend writing. The internet's being fucked by SEO but it's a start. Like... There's plenty of info out there written on the police and their role in systematic oppression, I'm pretty sure there's free PDFs floating around on Tumblr actually...

If it's more "day in the life" I honestly don't know. Maybe reddit or if there's one of those "Ex-[blank} reviews [blank] in movies" videos on Youtube for cops, but obviously take everything said with a pinch of salt.

FAYDE:

Fayde is the best tool at your disposal. We bully Kim a lot for his dedication to the RCM but that makes finding out info pretty easy. EDC too! I've never played with high EDC so just typing in key words (especially names of other officers to try and get character info) and scrolling through is helpful.

Good keywords are "precinct", "RCM", "Militicia" as they'll bring up opinions/ info from other characters.

The RCM is not a traditional police force:

I would worry less about accuracy and more about being interesting. It doesn't need to be a perfect representation of police work since the canon makes a point of there being a distinction in the powers and roles of the RCM. Go listen to the collapsing tenement cut content. You don't need to write about them filling in forms if it's not relevant. It'll show in your writing if you're unsure/ bored.

Make them worse:

If you're going to write one of the officers doing something shitty (yes, that includes Kim and Harry) but worry that you've gone too far then I promise you haven't. Dickheads are drawn to positions of power and the impunity it gives them. There's a reason I wrote one of the 57's officers as a groomer.

Make them less competent:

Don't trust the police, but also don't expect anything of them.

As recently as Monday I had to call for the fire brigade because a lit (thankfully poorly made) petrol bomb had been left under a neighbour's car (I live an irritatingly interesting life for somebody who lives in the middle of fucking nowhere) nobody was harmed. Cop came to find me afterwards to get an interview from me since I'd spotted it and he told me, I kid you not, "Yeah, we're not gonna do anything unless anything else happens." Like, I expected as much but I wasn't expecting him to up and fucking say that. You're welcome for 85% of my council tax, you fucking moron.

Harry's a special case because he's, like, psychic and got "maybe if I solve *THIS* one my wife will let me sleep in the big bed" disorder, and nobody wants to read a case fic that they... don't solve (or do they..? *winks*) But if you care about realism you need dick-in-hand dipshits. Another favourite quote of mine from an officer two years back; "Is 'right wing' the good one or the bad one?" So the advice here is you're writing a cop well if you're reading it and thinking: holy shit please just go work at a TESCOs instead.

Don't worry so much:

You should write, first and foremost, for yourself. I like detective fiction, I have wasted an unfortunate amount of my life dealing with police due to my job and shit childhood. (I did originally write far more about this, but frankly it's better for myself if I don't bother. That's why it's taken me five days to answer this)

I've read/ watched a lot of detective fiction and I'm always more drawn to stuff that is less based in police work. Private investigators, investigative journalists, kid detectives like Nancy Drew, ect.

In particular my favourite book, perhaps of all time, is called Hideaway by Dean Koontz and is two fathers (one: the killer's father - a talented doctor who brought his shithead son back to life - and another, the doctor's most recent patient to be brought back from the brink who has developed a psychic link with the killer as a result) trying to stop him, but never actually meeting! It's one hell of a read if you need inspo.

Val McDermott is a good author for crime writing with less police input, too. She has a book called Killing The Shadows which is excellent. The Killer's motive is taking out crime writers who've romanticised psychological profilers after he was wrongly convicted. Fair enough! Until he starts... Killing about it? Sort of defeats the message... Anyway, what's fun about this book is that before each crime writer is killed (in the same way they wrote THEIR killers killing!! Love that) you get to read the first chapter of each writer's most famous work. So you are essentially getting six crime books in one (first chapter of at least) ...Also the main character's husband is a crime writer called Kit, which I've only remembered just double checking the book name now. Lol???

...This is just turning into me recommending books.

TLDR: write what you know, write what is fun, ACAB, don't even worry about it

#Hope this helps #I'm not upset about being messaged about this by the way i hope it doesn't come off like that #DUCKLINGS THAT DROWN #Imprinting #breakthrough imminent: post of mine

[messydiabolical]

Mass Effect Tag Game

I was tagged by @illusivesoul, thank you! <3 I'll tag in @shadowthehedgehog1 @angstyastro @zet-sway @stormikins @bluerose5 @jtownnn @yellingaboutmasseffect @callista-curations @impishbiscuit @spookyvalentine @skittidyne @jadevakarian But I could be tagging all day so please everyone join in if you'd like and no worries if you don't!

Here's the blank questions, and my answers are below the cut!

I am a fan since: Favourite game of the series?: MShep or FShep?: Earthborn, Colonist or Spacer?: Biotics or Tech: Paragon or Renegade: Favourite Class: Favourite Companion: Least favourite Companion: My squad selection: Favourite In-game romance: Other pairings I like: Favourite NPC: Favourite Antagonist: Favourite Mission: Favourite Loyalty Mission: Favourite DLC: Control, Synthesis or Destroy: Favourite Weapon: Favourite Place: A quote I like:

My answers:

I am a fan since:Legendary Edition release (better late than never!)

Favourite game of the series?:2 wins overall, due to how much I loved learning about the new companions and all their little side quests and the excitement of prepping for the big mission. 3 has the best overall mechanics though, and the npc’s being able to banter is top notch.

MShep or FShep?: Both, but I tend to create themsheps anyway.

Earthborn, Colonist or Spacer?:Keahi is a colonist, Blaise a spacer AU. I think all the backgrounds have juicy potential but find the idea of growing up out there in this big new galaxy exciting. 

Biotics or Tech:Probably tech for my sheps, but I love having a biotic in the squad as backup. I’ll usually have 1 biotic ability as my Shep’s bonus and chalk it up to funky side effects of how they resurrected Shep in 2.

Paragon or Renegade:Generally paragon but some renegade interrupts.

Favourite Class:Infilitrator. Sniper Rifles are always my fave (or archers in fantasy games).

Favourite Companion: Such a tough question. As there’s a romance question later, i’ll save Thane for then. I’m also going to answer as me rather than who my shep’s would pick. I think Mordin is honestly the companion I got most excited about going to chat with or hearing unique lines from. And while not ‘companions’, I have such soft spots for Traynor and Cortez and consider them honourary squaddies.

Least favourite Companion:I mean there are plenty who I think have questionable morals/ideas/attitudes, but it doesn’t make me dislike them, it makes them interesting and gives fresh perspectives, so this is also a tough question. I feel bad for saying it, but I guess Liara? Only in that she gets so much priority in 1 and 3 but I don’t find her as interesting to chat with compared to others and also found her going from nerdy excitable anxious dork in 1 to ‘flay your mind’ corpo bad bitch in 2 gave me whiplash. The fact she sold shep’s body is another point deducted. And the way she let Shepard drop like hot shit in shadowbroker too, oof. I really don’t dislike her though and still find her overall character interesting.

My squad selection:I change it up a lot so I get to hear all the different things they have to say

Favourite In-game romance:Thane, followed by Steve Cortez and Samantha Traynor. Is anyone surprised?!

Other pairings I like:Feron x Kolyat, Thane X Cortez (why romance them separately when I can put them together instead!) Femshep x Miranda. I tend to headcanon my shep’s as older than the in game age so Jack feels too young for them, but I do love the Jack romance generally. 

Favourite NPC:That one completely chill smoking salarian in the citadel DLC. Dandenbo’s icon always makes me grin reminding me of him. Also the salarian Thane rescued who had his whole world rocked and wrote an email about it. You go you funky little horny guy.

Favourite Antagonist:TIM is interesting because you get that having to work together and resenting the hell out of it aspect in 2. And look he’s by no means an effective antagonist, but Donovan Hock is objectively very funny.

Favourite Mission:The suicide mission. It isn’t the best mechanically, but it’s very satisfying after working towards it the whole game and getting yourself as ready as can be.

Favourite Loyalty Mission:Thane, i’m biased. Grunt’s rite of passage is also just fun.

Favourite DLC:I’ll go with 1 from each game. Bring down the sky- I just find something pretty satisfying about pootling around shutting the 3 rockets off and finding all the little out the way side bits. And that view! Lair of the Shadowbroker- Feron my beloved. Gotta save my boy. Leviathan- felt like a breath of fresh air with the piecing together clues, and such a great creepy atmosphere. You really finish it feeling like ‘this may help, but at what cost?’ and it feels significant.

Control, Synthesis or Destroy:So funny story, I got so confused the first time I played and kind of panicked, completely missed that you could choose to run a different direction and just ran full pelt forwards yeeting shepard to the centre. When that activated synthesis I spent the next 40 odd minutes watching my computer in growing utter horror/confusion. Anyway destruction is the actual choice but fuck that whole ‘this has to genocide the geth and Edi’ thing fuuuuuck.

Favourite Weapon:Upgrading to the widow is nice but I am quite fond of the M-97 Viper in earlier/lower levels, the 6 shot mag is especially favourable.

Favourite Place:I really love the brutalist architecture of Port Hanshan.

A quote I like:

I dare to assume you ignorant jackasses know that space is empty. Once you fire this hunk of metal, it keeps going til it hits something. That can be a ship, or the planet behind that ship. It might go off into space and hit somebody in 10,000 years. If you pull the trigger on this, you are ruining someone’s day, somewhere and sometime!

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29, 39, and 40 for the Star Trek asks, please. ✨

Thank you so much for the questions!

29. Favourite and Least Favourite Episodes:

Ooooh, good question! Let's start with the negativity so we can end on a high note 😅

I... honestly would put most of Picard seasons 2 & 3 in the "least favourite" category 🙈 If I had to pinpoint some lowlights, it'd be "Fly Me to the Moon". It's not a bad episode in itself and in isolation, I might not mind it, but the two times I watched through season 2 in order, this was the episode where I found myself crying and/or shaking with rage and disappointment when it was over. Probably becuase it really drives home that they're serious about where they're going with this series I used to love and it's not somewhere I can follow.

Disregarding that... I have a terrible memory for this kind of thing 😅 And I guess it depends on what you mean by "least favourite".

I think one objective measure to use: I don't ever want to see the ENT mpreg episode again, where everyone acts like Trip Tucker having his bodily autonomy violated in a horrendous way is The Funniest Shit™. That has seared itself into my brain so much that when I was rewatching all of TNG, DS9, VOY, and ENT to take notes for the holo-tech database, it's actually the only episode I wanted to skip.

There are also some real bombs in season 1 of TNG, and some of the Ferengi episodes in DS9 are firmly on my "no thank you" list. But yeah, I think the involuntary mpreg takes the cake, honestly.

Now for the much funner part: There are SO MANY episodes I truly love! DS9's "Take Me Out to the Holosuite" and "Badda-Bing Badda Bang", PIC's "Broken Pieces", VOY's "Concerning Flight" (which is apparently controversial?), "Drive", "Bride of Chaotica!", also any VOY episode that has Naomi Wildmann in it...

There are also A Ton of Deep and Dramatic episodes I love, but from my instinctive answers I'm realizing that what draws me to an episode as a "favourite" is apparently "It's fun!" (and likely involves the holodeck? 🙈🤣) So yeah, if we're talking favourite, not best, it's probably something along these lines.

39. You have to relocate to a planet other than Earth, which do you choose?

Hm, that's a tough one. I feel like not that many planets readily spring to mind, so I'll have to really think about this.

It'd probably be near the centre of the Federation for that sweet, sweet post-capitalist utopia (and also because my family is presumably still on Earth and I want to be able to visit Very Frequently.

Vulcan is a big No, because my body does not function above 25° C🙈 I love snow and ice, though, so Andoria might be a real option (though not technically a planet, I guess 😋).

Beyond that, I'm honestly drawing a blank. I think I haven't seen enough TOS/TNG in a while, so I don't remember too many worlds they visited. But yeah, probably somewhere that's close to the Sol, close to the centre of the Federation, has good temperate-to-colder climate to live in... In the end, it would probably very much depend on why I'm relocating and whom with.

40. If you got a Trek inspired tattoo, what would it be?

Another tough one 😅 I don't have any tattoos and don't think I'll ever get any. For one, I'm way too scared of that kind of long-term commitment, but also my skin has Issues™ and I don't know how long a tattoo would look decent.

If I were to get one, though? Let's be honest, it would be some version of the Sirena logo. That little ship has shaped my life in ways more profound than I can even say. Sirena and her crew got me to write again after over a decade, gave me so, so, SO much joy, not to mention all the incredible, wonderful friends I foud along the way (that's you!)

I think for me, Sirena stands for found family, friendship, healing, creativity, allowing myself to feel joy in my nerdiness and head for new adventures. So yeah.

If not that, probably some variation of IDIC, either the symbol or the saying in Vulcan script 🤔

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one.

warning; writing this made me cringe so hard but enjoy 🙃🙃🙃🙃🦋 0.7k words.

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“you can have one.”

“one? kim sunoo you have an entire bag! you know these are my favourite chocolates too!” you naturally frown and pout at him, giving your best friend a disgusted look at being so petty with his chocolates.

“eeeeeee you’re so cute!” the boy reaches over to pinch your cheeks, cooing at you as if you were a baby, making you smack him away, “but as cute as you are, you can only have one sweetheart. be thankful you even get one!”

you weren’t exactly mad at him, you knew how much your best friend loved his snacks but once in a while, you liked to pretend to be. to prank him into treating you with good food after school because he’d end up feeling bad and it always worked.

you may be childish but hey, free food was free food.

*ring ring ring*

“finally! five more minutes and i would’ve fallen asleep!” sunoo begins to pack his bag at lightning speed to the sound of the school bell, the boy not giving a damn about the teacher’s call to calm down. you do the exact same and hurry out the door without waiting for your best friend, hearing him call your name only has you bursting out into a fit of laughter. but you had to stay strong, for free food!

“hey what’s the rush!” you hear sunoo say as he catches up to you at the school gates, his arm draping over your shoulders to pull you against him, “our bus doesn’t come for another fifteen minutes, why are you running?”

with the blank face that you worked so hard to keep, you shove him away and continue walking out of the gate. you had barely taken two steps before you feel his arm around you again, this time tightly hugging you from behind and lifting you right off the ground.

“hey- kim sunoo! put me down! put me down!”

“ah. you’re talking again,” he chuckles and sways you around like lifting you was the easiest thing to do, “you’re pretending to be mad so i can shout you food, aren’t you? i know you too well you little shit.”

“we- well if you know already then put me down! kim sunoo!”

“you’re lucky you’re cute,” he places you down gently but doesn’t let go of your waist, instead keeping you in place so that your back is pressed against his chest. you want to punch him for laughing but you had other things to worry about right now, like how suddenly close he was to you. you were very aware of this. hell, you can feel his breath on your skin!

“what- whatever! let go!”

while struggling in the amused boy’s hold, you suddenly feel rain droplets on your face but not even two seconds later and the small droplets turn into a complete storm, immediately soaking you both.

“what the hell- come!”

you had barely registered what sunoo was saying before you felt his hand grab onto yours, pulling you along with him. with how harsh the rain suddenly was, you don’t bother questioning and just blindly follow him until you reach what must’ve been the empty bus stop outside the school gates.

“where did this storm come from! we’re drenched!” sunoo screams over the gushing rain, his hand busy dusting away the water on his clothes while the other is still gripped around your hand. he then suddenly pauses and looks over at you for a moment before his lips pull into a playful grin, “but mostly you. you look terrible.”

“excuse me!”

“true, sorry,” he chuckles to himself before pulling you closer towards him, the move so sudden that it has you wide eyed and completely speechless. “you’ve always looked a lot better than me, that i admit.”

the boy is now looking down at you with the softest smile but it’s his eyes that are so unreadable. it’s always times like these that has you feeling certain things about him. times like these that your heart seems to act on its own… times like these that leaves you confused about the relationship between you and your best friend.

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[shy-urban-hobbit]

Aiden starts forgetting things from his pre-Witcher life and panics. Luckily Cedric is there to help out.

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Aiden felt his breathing start to hitch, he’d finally managed to get the soup to go from a bright orange to a dark brown but it still didn’t smell right. No matter what he tried something was off and he didn’t know how to fix it. It was stupid Joel’s fault! He was the one who’d started a conversation over dinner about what their favourite foods had been from before.

“This soup my mother used to make." Aiden had replied, "It was so spicy it’d always make my nose run a little, but I loved it.”

Someone, he couldn’t remember who, had asked what had been in it to make it so warm and Aiden’s mind had turned blank. And so here he was in the relative privacy of the far side of the camp on the pretence of working on his potion making, hunched over a small cooking fire and surrounded by pilfered jars, trying to prove something.

It wasn’t fair! They’d been warned they’d start forgetting bits and pieces of their old lives but why did he have to lose this first? Why not the name of the town where he broke his wrist when he was three, or the time some random farmer let him feed an apple to his horse? Why did it have to be parts of her first?

He and his mother were always on the road, just the two of them. She’d never explained the why and wherefores, or if she had, he’d been too young to fully understand. All he knew was that while the other sights, sounds and smells had been ever changing, this one had been constant. The sweet, spicy smell permeating the air as Aiden watched her add various powders to the broth with all the precision of an alchemist. The two of them sat with a mug each as she ran her fingers through his hair and told him stories or sang in a language Aiden only half knew, the smell of the spices clinging to her clothes.

“Aiden, what are you – shit, kid. Guxart’s going to throw a fit when he sees this. You know how expensive these are.” Cedric said, taking in the scattered jars of various spices, some a good deal emptier than they had been whilst others were spilling half of their contents onto the grass.

Aiden turned to him, looking completely lost, “I can’t remember it. It’s something that’s always been in the back of my head, but when I try to actually think about it, it’s not...I can’t.” He buried his head in his hands with what might have been a sob.

Cedric edged closer, leaning over the pot and taking an appraising sniff, “You used too much Cumin.”

Aiden peered at him from behind his fingers, “What?”

“Cumin. It’s smothering everything else. Here, balance it with this.” He held out one of the jars to Aiden, “Keep adding it until I tell you to stop. Ok?”

As predicted, Cedric’s presence acted like a balm as he calmly gave instructions. It had been that way ever since the older Witcher had bent to his level with a friendly smile. Giving Aiden one of the sweet, flaky pastries he’d been eyeing covetously earlier while he quizzed him about where his mother was (he honestly had no idea. She’d told him to wait in the market and that had been two days ago) and what he knew about Witchers.

When he was around ten years old, Aiden had asked Cedric if he actually was his father: the two of them looked similar enough after all with the same unruly curly hair, the same nose and dimpled smile and he sure as hell acted like he was Aiden's parent sometimes. Cedric had laughed until he’d choked before explaining that no, they shared no blood in either of their respective family lines, and why it was impossible for Witchers to sire children so if he had any hopes of that, best dash them to the wind right now (at the time, Aiden had screwed his face up in response. Babies – blech).

Aiden took a mouthful of the finished soup before passing the mug over to Cedric, who’d bitched good-naturedly about how “You better plan on sharing seeing as I did half the work.”

“How did you know how to make it right?” Aiden asked, “You’re way older than me and I couldn't remember anything.”

“Cheeky shit.” Cedric aimed a lazy swipe at his head which Aiden easily dodged, “One of my predecessors taught me how, decades back. Not everyone here's a fan of spicy shit so I tend to make it for myself on The Path when I can.”

“You mean you’ve been able to make this the entire time I’ve known you and you never said anything?”

“Neither did you.” Cedric countered, “If I’d known this was important to you I would’ve shown you how way sooner. I keep telling you, at least one person around here will know something if you ask. Witcher shit isn’t the only stuff that gets passed down you know.”

“Well yeah. But I always just thought that meant like, drinking games and dirty songs and shit like that. That’s all I’ve seen get passed down when everyone’s back here for winter.”

Cedric snorted, “You’re not completely wrong. Nah, more personal stuff tends to be sorted in private. Which is why nobody bothered us after I shooed Axel away. He came over when you were trying to get the curry powder off your hands.” He said in answer to Aiden’s unspoken question of when the hell had Axel been there, “Seriously though.” He handed the mug back to Aiden, “Anything else before another meltdown occurs? I’m waaay older after all. I can probably tell you the best person to ask.”

Aiden shook his head, leaning against Cedric's side and momentarily picturing himself as that little boy sat in his mother’s lap while she held the mug steady to stop him spilling.

“Just this. For now.”

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[gremlinaristocrat]

Outstanding Ambiguities in Almost Nowhere

I here use ‘outstanding’ both in the sense of ‘unresolved’ and ‘extremely good’; I sincerely hope we never get a definitive answer for these.

Was Hector Stein originally a human being?

I’ll lead with my favourite: we never nail down whether Hector was a person placed in a Chestromath-y crash by Anomalings, or an NPC they stitched together to play a part in someone else’s dream.

Obvious signs seem to point to ‘human’, but consider:

He’s preternaturally charismatic, compelling, larger-than-life, and yet thoroughly unimaginative; all his tricks are copied from elsewhere. Once you start seeing the parallels between him and the (other?) fictives, it’s hard to unsee.

IIRC we never hear about his pre-crash history from anyone, even though that would be an excellent potential source of slander and scuttlebutt; considering the partisanship of the authors, this silence is conspicuous, ergo suspect.

Every other character seems subject to the convention “living humans and Anomalings are referred to with a first name only; fictives get surnames (which we don’t bring up for fictives we like, unless we’re making a point of reminding you they’re fictives); Annes can have little pseudo-surnames, as a treat”. Hector is the sole (apparent?) exception.

If he was a real boy, this raises the question: what sort of person’s Shade-assigned fantasy life looks like being cast into the role of “the teacher all the schoolgirls get crushes on”? And if he wasn’t . . . has everyone on Earth spent the last few years constantly hearing about the daring revolution being headed by (a fanfic version of) (their equivalent of) Severus Snape?

(I love this one the best because literally everyone in-universe would know the answer, and the only reason it’s not clear to me is that none of the half-dozen narrators felt it was non-obvious enough to be worth mentioning. Terra Ignota vibes, amplified to and past the point of parody; 11/10, no notes.)

What exactly did Azad do to Anne Twenty-Seven? Under what circumstances?

Yes, he hurt her. Yes, he broke her heart, abandoned her, and chose her sisters over her, only to abandon them in turn. But Azad – in the chapter he spends spelling out his various crimes – is weirdly vague and reticent about the exact nature of his original sin, the snowball that started the avalanche: all we hear for sure is that ‘it involves trust’. Is he staying quiet for his sake, or for hers? Is he magnifying his evil, or minimizing it? Or is this all because it’s another thing everyone already knows, the part of the sordid story the Nowhere-to-Hides wrote across the stars, and Azad only feels the need to confirm the allegations and fill in the blanks?

We don’t know; we don’t get to know.

Was Azad actively tortured while in Twenty-Five’s custody, or ‘just’ given awful working conditions?

We see a man stooped over a desk, compelled to eternal labour and penance. We see him later, rescued and refusing to believe it, insisting this is one of Twenty-Five’s tricks. Is this paranoia born from guilt, or past experience? Grant asserts based on his condition that “Hector’s guys” must have been “doing some pretty crazy shit”, but this is never confirmed or denied.

Later still, we hear his screams as he processes what happened in the crashes. How many of these are driven by guilt from Michael’s crash, versus trauma from Twenty-Five’s? Did she really have him working full-time on translation, or did she take some time every now and then to remind him of how her wants are structured?

I think Azad (and his co-authors) left this one in on purpose. He knew this book would be read by his victims – the Annes would have been top of his mind, but literally all of his in-universe readers would be living in a world wrought by What Azad Did – and wanted to preserve ambiguity for their sake: everyone (save Twenty-Five herself) gets to read their preferred ratio of self-inflicted vs other-inflicted suffering into the monster.

What happened to Annabel?

This is so weird. Shades don’t kill. They don’t even kill animals. And during the fall of Advanced Containment, long after she was supposed to be dead, Sylvie describes her as “stable, contained”; the dead don’t need much containing. But the official story is that she was slaughtered by Anomalings when Hector first left the crashes.

I think the official story is wrong. I think she disagreed with Hector, defected from him, joined up with Sylvie’s side . . . and then her former allies rebased her, rewriting her story so she dies at the most convenient moment. But mnemopoesis preserved her contribution to the manuscript, in the form of some autobiographical chapters (written in first-person, unlike any of the Annes the authors knew better, with the jarring justification that they just had to try mimicking her unique voice and personality), a deep understanding of the games and codes used in Michael’s crash (would we really be able to learn as much as we were shown from Eleven’s wilfully neglected witchcraft, and secrets Cordelia stole from Twenty-Five?), and a pair of un-attributable comments from a [REDACTED] co-author.

. . . unless, of course, that’s exactly what Azad and his co-conspirators want me to think: another piece of anti-Stein propaganda, all the more effective because they made me put the pieces together myself. (If that’s the case, it’s the kind of trick I can feel proud about managing to fall for.)

Who was [REDACTED]?

I mean, you know my opinion. But if it wasn’t Annabel, who was it?

It wasn’t her . . . and wasn’t a fabrication . . . I like to think it was an Anne who actually managed to erase herself from the narrative. Someone who stepped from the stage, and just kept walking, refusing to re-inflict the wound, leaving the entire sorry mess behind them.

How much damage control was Hector’s faction doing behind the scenes?

For most of the story, the world and its’ population remain precariously preserved, balanced on a bed of knife-edges. But with uncanny regularity – especially when you remember this is technically a war story – nukes don’t fly, crashes don’t fail, and Named Characters don’t die.

Towards the end of the story, we find out that Hector has thrived as long as he has by – essentially – savescumming. A little after that, Anne Eleven dies tragically, nigh-simultaneously with a substantial fraction of humanity, as the dog-god of war lets himself slip. And immediately after that, Sylvie restabilizes, as he figures out how to make sure Hector’s trickery can never work again.

So . . . how many disasters was Hector quietly averting? How many of Sylvie’s more destructive tantrums did he (unwittingly?) head off? How many times did he find Advanced Containment, and then rebase away his knowledge of it to save the people trapped inside? Does he even know? Does anyone? What’s the expected lifespan of this too-brave new world now our heroes have successfully smashed the Undo button?

#almost nowhere

[hyperbolicgrinch]

🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

🎲 ⇢ what stops you from writing more in your free time? 

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

Im sorry there's so many. I'm just a simp for my author wifey, and you can ask me anything forever 💖

ASKS FROM BANG?!! I'M ON TOP OF THE WORLD

Don't apologise, I adore you for it. Thank you, 🥜, for taking the time to send me anything. ☺️

(huhuhuhu permission granted, let's go 👁️👄👁️💖)

🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?

Hmm. If it's like punctuation (and grammar too, I guess), I'd say it's like 4 (1 being the best thing ever sgsggdj) cause 85% of the time I know exactly what to to with that and love fixing little low stake slip-ups that have laid out rules I can follow and don't really need to overthink about.

Editing, like going through and punching everything up a notch or cleaning up flow is hmm, still pretty high. Like a 5. Cause even though it can be daunting and painstaking, I love that I actually have words on a page to play around with. I think it let's the ideas and scenes reach a closer version to the ones I had in my head. It's a lot of work and can drive one crazy but getting things to sing or spark is so satisfying ngl. 😌

Editing when you have to overhaul and rewrite large parts and fix one big problem but maybe make ten more is a quick and easy way to go insane but I still think it's not that bad. Like a 6 or 7. Cause, once again, I've already got words to fuck around and find out with and I'd take that over a blank page any day.

Proof reading editing can be really fun because spotting inconsistencies and lining them all up so they match makes brain go brrrrr so like a 5 or 6. Especially because at that point I know I'm so close to the finish line and the pay off is right there if I just get my shit together. 😂

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

fuck it, more than 5 be upon ye: 🥣🚩🫀🧵🧲😤💋🦋🏴‍☠️

🎲 ⇢ what stops you from writing more in your free time?

Fatigue. 😅 Depression. 😅 Imposter syndrome. 😅 The stars not feeling like they've aligned correctly. 😮‍💨 The pressure to write a scene how it is in my head. 😩 The "what's the point?" poison to my whimsy and motivation. 🙄 The amount of time that's passed since I started writing the thing. 😭 The constant desire for instant gratification. 😐 The everyday horrors. 😵‍💫 My pedantic ass. 😮‍💨 Me forever renting real estate in the procrastination CBD. 🙄 I love to shoot myself in foot and just stare at a wall thinking about writing but not doing it. So just about everything under the sun, really. 🤪

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

I don't know if this is what the question meant sfsghfhjjj but arghh I want a modern au that's so specific and catered to my exact tastes and based on the rambles my sister and I have had hsjjajjsk but there's also like this canon divergent ??? fix it??? au??? manifesting?? idea I have been thinking about non-stop since it got inside my brain but that I'm worried to to do in case it gets my hopes up for canon but basically I want two characters (and their crews) (but also these other two random characters that are not related to the first idea or each other bwhhah but I have thoughts for too and need them to come back exactly how I am envisioning because it would honestly be the Best Thing to Happen Since Sliced Bread ppfft hshajjajahsh) to somehow find each other again and team back up and take no shit to get revenge and then maybe kiss a little bit in front of the 1️⃣☮️ or something agshshsjaka after a dramatic entrance and while they hold some huge threat off so Luffy can get the ultimate boss fight done hdhsjskjshdj (Oda I'm so fr like if you need a rest or wanna hand their arc off so you can focus on bigger things, I'm right here cracking my metaphorical knuckles, I'll do it for you so fast, I have Ideas, put me in coach you won't regret ittt🙂👉👈) but it would be like so much work to make a plot that even made sense for it because I would have to do so much reaching and hand waving unless I got real serious about it and even then I would have to make so much up because there is no word of Goda or known timeline yet or events to use for its structure. 😅😂

But just anyone. Anyone that isn't me should write it (like Oda if you've got a moment...I mean, you've already done most of it,, might as well keep going, man) 😂 Maybe they even have... I haven't had a chance to look. 😅

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

Any and all comments spark joy and make me hehehehe and teeheeteehee and kick my feet and then I put them in my "reasons to keep writing" folder so I can go back and look at them when I'm feeling like a fraud or giving up on the thing. I wish I could be more specific but I really do cherish when people take the time to just leave anything. If they say what they liked or quote something they loved, that's even better, but merely a kind-hearted bonus. ☺️

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

Hhrrmmm. If the vibe check just ain't passing for whatever reason or the tone and character is off to an unforgivable degree. 😌 Maybe it's in character for them and the version of that character they have in their heads, but if it ain't clicking for me, it ain't clicking, and I can't push through it. 😩 I think this is a very common one but yeah, character makes or breaks a fic. Cause it's the whole point, at the end of the day, ya know? 😅

#asked and answered #🥜 #mooties ♡ #is this anything?? i don't know #but thank you again for asking bang i treasure u #i have just realised that i posted this when maybe i should have private replied oh heck

[sapphire-weapon]

Sick of you getting shit, it must be exhausting. Here's something else to break it up.

Do you prefer OG or Remake (so far)? Why?

Favourite ships other than Leshley/Eagleone?

Favourite CGI work?

Favourite RE game outside of OG4 and RE4make?

In all fairness, I have no right to complain about getting shit when sometimes I go out of my way to stick my hand in a manure pile. Aeon anon was one thing, but I actually genuinely literally asked for this one LMAO but I appreciate u anon

Do you prefer OG or Remake (so far)? Why? Remake for a few reasons -- not least of all gameplay reasons. I don't see a reason to play OG RE2 ever again -- not to say that I don't see a reason to refresh myself on RE2's story ever again, though. But, at this point, I'd just watch it on YouTube. I have no desire to ever go back and play it again, because RE2make's gameplay is superior by every conceivable metric. I almost feel the same way about RE4 and RE4make, though OG RE4 does have a particular atmosphere slightly apart from RE4make that I really enjoy and might want to get immersed in again sometime in the future.

I also didn't realize just how fucking bad the actual dialogue in OG was until the Remake series started to come out. Like... I always knew that OG wasn't about to win a Pulitzer or anything, but huge parts of it are just total nonsense. I feel like, in hindsight, RE fandom's imagination filling in the blanks did a lot of heavy lifting for us back in the day.

I also just prefer things to be consistent and coherent in the way the Remake series is, simply because it was written and developed all at the same time.

OG will always be important to me and I'll always love it, but I'd be lying if I said I was more excited for RE9 than I was to see where the Remake series is going to go next.

Favourite ships other than Leshley/Eagleone? Chreon and Valenfield are my other two big ones. Jilleon and Cleon are my two B-grade ships that I indulge on every once in a while and enjoy. Everything else falls somewhere on the spectrum of "painfully apathetic" to "yeah it's fine, I don't hate that."

Favourite CGI work? Death Island, and it's not even close. Dylan had a message and a purpose that actually felt meaningful and was connected to the characters in a personal way, which is something that RE villains outside of Wesker and Krauser notoriously and consistently seem to lack. It's also the best characterization for most of the main cast (other than Chris, whose portrayal was mid) that we've either ever seen or have seen in a very long while.

Though I will say that if Leon were to be removed from Damnation, Damnation would run away with the title of "best CGI work" and leave Death Island in the dust. But that's not how Damnation went. So DI wins.

Favourite RE game outside of OG4 and RE4make? The original REmake. RE2make took a swing at it, but REmake is still the undisputed heavyweight champion and the King of Classic Survival Horror. When I think of survival horror as a genre, I think REmake. It is Shinji Mikami's magnum opus for a reason -- and it shines as the highest tier quality of survival horror because he is the father of the genre to begin with. There's something very, very special about that game that I haven't seen replicated since. I think the people who want a Re-REmake are philistines and I'm not joking.

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❥ ҉   CHAPTER THREE - WHAT’S UP WITH YOU?

❥ ҉   NOTE FROM NIS: fairly a normal chapter too so anticipate smut in the next chapter ehe andddd pls minors, ageless, and blank blogs dni! 

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It was only quarter before 8 in the morning when Oikawa started annoying the shit out of you. You almost, define almost, snapped at the brunette for even talking to you the first thing in the morning. Not that you hate him for no reason but people need to understand the concept of ‘no talking until I am finally awake’ the first thing in the morning. The concept is not really difficult to understand, in your opinion. Maybe Oikawa is a happy person in the morning, oh, who the hell knows.

“Get out of my face!” You tried to swat him away but he successfully dodged the hit. Oikawa grinned seeing your feisty antics as he tried to poke you using a pen on the second try.

Iwaizumi walked past the two of you, ignoring the early morning banter. His eyes remained plastered on Oikawa trying to annoy you the first thing in the morning. And then his gaze shifted to your side. His chest rose steady and slow as he examined the two of you from behind.

You yawned and lightly stretched your body, ignoring Oikawa who was sitting beside you. The guy was waiting for his time to poke your anger. You rolled your eyes at him before resting your head on top of your folded arms, face down on the table.

“Not getting enough sleep there, shortcake?” Oikawa clicked his tongue, yet slightly concerned because you looked exhausted. Yes, he noticed the weary look you had on your face. “It’s only the first week of the semester and you’re this tired? May God have mercy on ya.”

There was a momentary silence. Oikawa tipped his head at Iwaizumi and his best friend scoffed. “Not my problem,” he mouthed to Oikawa. As if he gave a fuck or two about you anyway.

Clearly you heard him but you chose to ignore him. Not until he shook your entire body with so much force. “Y/N, wake up!” Oikawa grinned as he shook your body with his hands but you were not budging. You just ignored him, kept your body still and tried to regulate your breath. Calm down, he is your desk mate was what you told yourself over and over again until he eventually stopped doing it.

Not a second after, the sound of your teacher’s footsteps filled the morning silence. “Y/N! The teacher’s here! Wake up!” Oikawa half-whispered. You immediately lifted your head and straightened your back before opening your mouth to say something.

“Ma’am, can I request something?” you blatantly asked with your hand raised in the air. The teacher looked at you and asked you to continue speaking. “I wish to change my seat partner. Can I do that?” You managed to ask that question without sparing a glance at your deskmate, Oikawa.

He looked pissed. It was as clear as day, judging from your peripheral vision, you could confirm it. Yes, Oikawa was pissed now that he felt you tarnished his good name in front of one of his favourite teachers.

Oikawa looked at you with a surprised look all over his face. “Hey! I’m fairly a good person, okay? Why did you want to change seats? I love being your desk-mate!” He just met you but he kinda likes sitting beside you even though you ask him to shut up most of the time. That is not stopping him from talking or annoying you in any way.

As if his words changed your mind, you shook your head at him. “You love to annoy me. Can you quit it? For the love of God, quit it before I move to another class.”

“I'm sorry, Y/N. You can’t change seats. Did Oikawa… offend you?” the teacher asked, because so far Oikawa has been a good student in her class. The kind of student that grabs most of the teachers’ attention because of his skills in volleyball and also in academics. Oikawa has outstanding grades despite being a captain in his volleyball team. His only crime is that he attracts a lot of girls’ attention, in and out of their school.

The brunette smiled at his favourite teacher, “Of course no, Ma’am. We were just having a small banter! It’s nothing serious, you can trust me.”

The teacher seemed to be pleased with his answer so she let it slide. The woman in her 30s continued to brief the topic for the day before eventually moving to teach the lesson. All of the students in the class started to prepare their notebooks and pens and you let out a long sigh.

It was a tad bit unfair, though. The way that teacher just let it slide but whatever, as long as you stay on her good side. You rolled your eyes at him, “Oikawa, you better behave before I start throwing hands. It’s only the first week of me being here! Don’t make my life harder than it already is.”

Oikawa thought you were kidding but you clearly weren’t. Your face turned dull the moment you said the last sentence. Your life does seem harder than it is, he picked on the clue. “Geez, I'm sorry. I meant it. Let’s get along well, friend.”

You couldn’t believe what you heard. Friend? What is he? Ten? But you didn’t want to prolong the argument so you put your ego aside. “Okay, let’s be friends and stop annoying me or else-”

“Yes, yes I know! You’re gonna start throwing hands if I don't stop. I have engraved your lines at the back of my mind, idiot!” Oikawa huffed in defeat, putting both of his hands in the air. You smirked, “Good. Now you know better than not to mess with me.”

Oikawa just rolled his eyes at you before you asked him to roll his eyes quieter. What did you mean ‘roll your eyes quietly?’ He wasn’t even talking or spouting any words! Looks like he can easily get on your nerves anytime he wants.

A solid 45 minutes into the class, the teacher let the students take a 5 minutes break. You took that chance to relax your tense shoulders and put away the stuff that you didn’t need in your drawer. In your peripheral vision, you could see Oikawa’s body was facing you.

Before he even knew it, you startled him. “What?”

Oikawa grinned sheepishly. “So, have you and Iwa-chan made up? Aren’t you going to be friends with him? He is a great guy,” Oikawa asked, wiggling his eyebrows at you with so much anticipation.

Iwaizumi heard the brunette mentioned his name and he dismissed his stupid question. He knew you’d answer it on his behalf whether it’s a negative or a positive answer. Either way, he knew better than to meddle whatever is being asked.

You let out a deep sigh. “Why do you care so much? Is he your boyfriend or something?” was all you could answer. Yes, you knew what happened yesterday was merely a misunderstanding from both sides. But, your ego was hurting. You let that man get into your head way too easily.

After you got home yesterday, you suddenly thought of a million clapbacks you could have said. “Ugh, he got it lucky!” You groaned.

Oikawa stared at you in disbelief. “What the heck did I just hear? Whatever. I was just asking because you know… we are classmates and whatnot. You have to see him every day too. Still not giving up?”

“You tell him to say sorry first and I’ll apologise. Case closed,” it was a finalised decision and Oikawa threw a paper ball at you.

“Case open. Both of you need to get your head straight and work out this misunderstanding. What a bunch of cowards,” Oikawa snickered.

Iwaizumi was hoping to open his mouth but he realised he needed to be the only sane person in this group. “Says the one who is being petty around that someone,” he voiced out his inner thoughts and Oikawa shot him a glare.

“How dare you?” He dramatically gasped, bringing one of his hands over his chest as if he was hurt by the snarky remark. Oikawa knew Iwaizumi was hinting about their junior from their middle school, Kageyama Tobio. He doesn’t really hate the kid but he just… gets annoyed at the sight of him sometimes. Sometimes.

You just shook your head and ignored the two of them.

During lunch break, Oikawa had dragged you and Iwaizumi to the dining hall together with their other two friends, Matsukawa and Hanamaki. You were informed that they are in the volleyball team too.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. You’re the new student, right? Oikawa couldn’t stop talking about you, so did the guys in my class. Huh. What a bunch of weirdos,” Hanamaki said as he offered his hand to shake hands with you.

You let out a chuckle, “Why would they talk about someone they barely know? You know what, it doesn’t matter. And, why did Oikawa boast about my presence here? He is such a creep.”

Oikawa pretended he didn’t hear you just say that. Truth to be told, he was just feeling giddy that Iwaizumi’s one night stand is his new desk mate. Who would have believed that such fate could happen to one of his closest friends?

Iwaizumi spotted the sly grin on Oikawa’s face and smacked him on the back. At this point, it can be called a reflex to when Oikawa is acting like a kid.

“Ow! That hurts!” Oikawa whined, causing Hanamaki and Matsukawa to burst into laughter seeing their captain winced in pain. Both of them have gotten used to the childhood best friends quarrelling.

As you remember, Matsukawa said that Iwaizumi’s sole purpose is to humble Oikawa and put him in his place every time he’s out of control. Huh, that’s an interesting fact that you have learned ever since you stepped foot here.

Matsukawa and Hanamaki instantly made you feel comfortable! You realised that it’s easy to click with them in no time rather than hanging out with Oikawa and well, Iwaizumi. Maybe because of what happened the day before.

“Oh, right! Shoot! We forgot to ask, how was Terushima’s party the other day? We heard it was dope as usual!” Hanamaki or also known as Makki– just like he told you, asked out of the blue.

Makki and Mattsun know him too? Ugh, this is not going to end well. Slowly, you let out a sigh. This topic again? When will this end? How would these two react if they found out?

Oikawa smirked when his eyes met yours, “It was cool. I didn’t expect Y/N is actually Terushima’s childhood best friend!”

You knew Oikawa was hinting something else and it made you feel like pulling all of your hair out. You couldn’t help but shoot a glare at him while cursing him in your mind for 10 seconds straight.

Just… Please don’t let anyone other than these people find out!

“Really? Wow, Y/N. You must be famous at your old school too!” Matsukawa complimented you, but somehow it didn’t sound like it in this situation. If only he knew how humiliated you were on the night of the party.

However, you just smiled through the pain of the reminder.

“Didn’t Iwaizumi hook up with someone that night?” Matsukawa bluntly asked, making you choke on your lunch. There it was. That one ticking bomb waiting to explode anytime. Your eyes widened after hearing his question. Just- oh god, just when the hell did the information leak out so fast?

And then it clicked. There is only one person on your mind. You hurriedly looked at Oikawa who was grinning shamelessly. He bit the baby carrot while exchanging looks with you.

“For fuck’s sake. Let’s just forget about that. I swear to God if any of you bring that up again, I am going to throw hands,” Iwaizumi, who was silently eating his lunch, finally opened his mouth to speak. In his mind, he was silently begging that his friends will finally shut their mouths. He did regret telling Oikawa about hooking up with a random stranger on the night of the party.

In his defence, he was quite tipsy when he told him after they returned from Terushima’s party.

Again, Oikawa grinned cheekily. “Aw, look at you picking up her favourite phrase.”

Iwaizumi poked his tongue in his inner cheek, a sharp gaze staring at the brunette’s face. He didn’t mind the mindless teasing but when Oikawa started to play it like that, he grew uncomfortable. What’s his play here?

You could feel the pulses in your temples before slowly letting out a deep sigh. The only people who knew about your one night stand with Iwaizumi as of right now are Terushima and Oikawa only. You hoped, emphasis on hope, that no one else will know about this.

Iwaizumi accidentally met your eyes and you hurriedly shifted your gaze elsewhere. Damn it. Even the littlest thing is making you sick to the stomach. Not because you hate him but the butterflies that he gives you when he looks at you with that pair of hella sexy eyes.

Luckily, the conversation about Iwaizumi and his hookup was left to die. You couldn’t be more thankful that they let it slide.

In class, you couldn’t even focus on what the teacher was saying. You were busy thinking about the person who is sitting behind you. Yes, you were thinking about apologising to Iwaizumi for the misunderstanding. That guy is not that bad, right? Sure, you guys got off to a rough start but you were sure he would rather discuss it in a good manner.

Okay, let’s do this. For the sake of meeting him every day in class, you put your ego aside.

So, the plan was to apologise after the classes ended. As you guys were about to leave the class, you stopped Iwaizumi in his seat. “Hey, can we talk privately?” you asked carefully, in case he went batshit crazy. Iwaizumi is not a hot-tempered guy, he’s just more likely to snap if someone accuses him wrongly.

“Sure,” he agreed.

Oikawa gave both of you guys an approving look. “You guys better not throw fists on each other’s face. Don’t want anyone to get hurt, do we?”

Iwaizumi groaned before asking Oikawa to head to the gym first without him.

You walked outside of the classroom and Iwaizumi followed you to the isolated corner in the hallway.

Your steps halted before turning to look at him. “I just wanted to say sorry for my nonchalant behaviour the other day. I know I shouldn't have said that to you. I also feel like it’s both our faults for lying to each other. Let’s just pretend nothing happened and be friends, yeah?”

You let out a deep breath after talking non-stop. Well, your apology wasn’t so bad.

Iwaizumi’s dark green eyes bored into yours, unknowingly giving you a disapproving look. The man cleared his throat. “I wanted to apologise too. Uh, I didn’t mean to snap at you. I believed you were simply asking me but I took it the wrong way. My bad. Yeah, let’s just pretend nothing happened and be friends.”

His words made you feel relieved! If only he knew that because he just put you in a roller coaster of emotional ride.

Both of you looked at each other and awkwardly laughed. You grinned, “Good. Now, go to your practice before Oikawa finds you here!”

Iwaizumi let out a chuckle, it’s your first time hearing him chuckle sincerely and not in a sarcastic manner. Surprisingly, it’s quite nice. “Hey, why don’t you drop by sometimes? It’ll be great, you know.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Thanks for the offer but no, I've had enough of volleyball actually. It is not boring, it’s just- uh, I don’t know how to explain this, but I sorta have a bad relationship with volleyball. Did I say it right?”

Again, Iwaizumi gave you a weird stare. He chuckled. Again. And you smiled hearing it. Good. Now you look like a fool for smiling too much.

“A bad relationship with volleyball? What’s up with you?”

You chuckled nervously. You weren’t ready to tell him about your complicated relationship with Semi Eita and what happened between you guys. “It's nothing, really. I have nothing against volleyball if that makes you feel better.”

You paused. “So, we are good, right?”

Iwaizumi gave you a quick nod. “Yeah, we are good. No worries. I’m not the one to hold grudges.”

“Great! Me either. I have to go home. See you tomorrow, Iwa!” You excused yourself and started to feel your heart pounding. Oh no, what is this feeling? You started to panic as the pounding started to get louder, each pound accompanying your steps.

Iwaizumi looked at you taking off in a hurry. He shook his head looking at you, not having a single clue why you were behaving weirdly. This is his first time hearing someone sort of have a bad relationship with volleyball.

“Is she really the person who seduced me the other night?” he thought to himself. You were completely different on that night. It’s like two different worlds.

Without him knowing, a smile formed in the corner of his lips. He tried to ignore it but a part of him just… couldn’t.

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If you are still doing them Squirrelflight for the warriors ask?

seuality/gender headcanon: oh this cat is bi. not sure on gender, prob just a cis woman

rating out of 10: 10/10 that's my friend squirrelflight

favourite thing about them: selflessness, determination, and absolute endurace in the face of everything that's been thrown her way because holy shit

least favourite thing about them: the fact that she's probably never going to divorce bramblestar. girl leave him

when i first started liking them: uhhh not sure. think it was a click in watching fandom content at some point rather than a specific moment in the books. i was pretty neutral on her when i first stopped reading around early tnp but actively liked her when i picked the books back up a bit later.

do i relate to/project onto them? not really i don't think.

fav ship: tough.... i don't think i've ever actually gotten super into a squirrelflight ship actually. squirrelflight x happiness, i guess. moonlight, tawnypelt or sol if you are forcing me to pick one but im not jumping up and down for any of those theyre all like ok at best lol.

fav platonic ship: leafpool, if that counts? have a bit of a soft spot for funny tnp roadtrip gang shenanigans as well but i can't point to any one of those guys specifically, they work best as a group.

ship i hate: feel like my least fav is ashsquirrel by default. especially considering the bizarre idea that used to be widespread that it would be 100% fine and healthy had squirrelflight never rejected him.

do i prefer canon or fanon?: uhhhh. i guess canon-adjacent fanon from people who actually like squirrelflight?

random headcanon: my mind has gone completely blank i'll get back to you later

what colour do i picture them as: pretty dark red! white paw is important, and i usually give her some white markings on her chest, face, and tail as well.

unpopular opinion: crowsquirrel has like. negative levels of chemistry and i genuinely don't understand why everyone on twitter got so into shipping them last year. hard for me to be invested in shrewsquirrel either when shrewpaw is barely a character. a lot of endeavours to find squirrelflight a better partner are appreciated but in vain sorry. also i don't actually mind the "squilf" nickname (which came from a bizarre kate cary tweet and NOT people calling her squirrel milf, to clarify) i think it's silly

song i associate with them: Dying To Believe by The Beths, Be Sweet by Japanese Breakfast, Every Day I Love You Less And Less by Kaiser Chiefs

favourite maps/pms/amvs

#squirrelflight #character opinion meme